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fic master post

I think I have enough fic at this point to make a master post, collecting them all in one place. Organized chronologically for now, there isn't quite enough to make categories. :)

wild side - G, 1.205 words (AO3 link)

“Hey, Scully?” “Yeah?” “What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” Or: sometimes being stuck in the middle of nowhere on a dark and stormy night with your work partner of five-plus years is the best possible version of events.

in conclusion - T, 3.370 words (AO3 link)

It's the middle of the night in a freezing cold motel room and they both haven't slept. The best time and place to figure out how relationships work -- theirs in particular.

time and space - M, 2.604 words (AO3 link)

Sometimes he wonders if it would be easier if she'd be gone from his life completely. Then he reminds himself: if she moved to the ends of the earth he would still want to follow her. And when she calls, he always answers the phone. Set during the revival era. They always find their way back to each other.

five ways to says "I love you" (plus one including words) - T, 4.501 words (AO3 link)

Just because something is unspoken, it isn't always unsaid. You just have to know what to look for.

sanctuary - T, 1.550 words (AO3 link)

In a world full of lies and fear and darkness, they have each other to be the light and shelter that they need. That's something to hold onto. They watch each other sleep and consider everything that means.

mend into pieces - Explicit, 1.641 words (AO3 link)

There is nowhere she would rather be than here, with him, making the biggest mistake of her life and enjoying every second of it. Every mistake made with him is greater than every win, every success, every moment of perfect joy she has ever experienced. She’ll break herself for him as he does for her. -- Set in early season 2, right after Scully's return.

travel in style - G, 1.401 words (AO3 link)

“I can’t believe there wasn’t a single room available anywhere,” Scully says, snuggling deeper under the jacket she’s using as a blanket, already sounding half asleep as she tilts the driver’s seat back into a reclined position. “Three motels and not one single bed to be found.” Mulder shifts in the passenger seat – which she had insisted he should take because of the leg room – and desperately tries to get comfortable. “That has literally never happened before,” he agrees, sliding the seat back as far as it will go. It’s still too cramped. “God, Scully, how can you ever sleep in the car? You always make it look so easy.”

from this morning forward - Explicit, 7.233 words (AO3 link)

Moving back in happens slowly. It's not a decision, it's not a plan. They've each battled their own demons, and now that the wounds are starting to heal, she's so tired of pretending that she doesn't miss him every day. After all, through the good times and the bad, it's always been the two of them, together. -- Set during the revival era.

it's the day the world didn't end - Explicit, 1.544 words (AO3 link)

The clock ticks over to the day the world doesn’t end and he kisses her. She kisses him back. It’s not a new year’s kiss, it’s a kiss more than six years in the making. -- Millennium fic.

got you covered - T, 2.419 words (AO3 link)

“Is it a bit cold in here?” He wraps his arms around himself, looking at her in her thick cardigan next to him on the couch. “The heating’s broken,” she says. “I’m sorry, I should have called you before you came over.”

words behind the meaning - G, 3.175 words (AO3 link)

He tells her he owes her everything and she owes him nothing. She knows that's not true, but she doesn't get to tell him. Life has other plans. But she knows. And once life lets her, she will tell him. -- Post-Fight the Future: they don't kiss in that hallway, but they get there eventually.

Okay I know better than to post my face on tumblr but i lowkey got a Scully-bob (i cut it today) so do with that information what you will

Chapter 8 of A Muse, A Myth, A Mortal!

“Who was that?” Sam asked.

“My boss.”

“You have your boss on speed dial?”

“I get in trouble a lot.”

“So nothing has changed?” Mulder grunted in assent. “What about the other two numbers you tried?”

“The first one is Scully’s cell phone and the second is her home phone."

“You really like your partner.” It wasn’t a question, but Mulder confirmed it anyway.

“I do. She tries her best to keep me out of trouble.”

“Then I guess we have to get there before he does.”

Gossamer.org, how the fuck does it work, i’m so confused i am lost without a search feature

My friends and I are watching dr who together (just the david Tennant seasons we are on limited time) and we just watched the season 2 finale and idk how to process it. One of my friends laid face down on the bed for ten minutes after and i feel like that was an appropriate response

I'm so normal about my interests (so excited thinking about it I'm on the verge of throwing up)

This scene makes me feral

Empedocles || s. 8 ep. 17

Anyone who’s read my fics please make specific assumptions about me based off my writing

I love seeing people’s picrew art styles because you can just look at them and be like

“You read homestuck and it was a big part of your life for a few years, you’re not into steven universe but you did watch it, and you had an intense black butler phase in middle school and doodled their eyes over and over again in your spiral notebooks”

“That leaves us with three hours- three DAYS of footage to watch to find this motherfucker” (or something like that) - David Duchovny

“Thats assuming we’re looking for a motherfucker.” - Gillian Anderson

Dana Scully Gillian Anderson iconic moments: blooper edition

headcanon that when Scully is suffering from motherly or brotherly pressure about her life choices or hears about another old med school or college friend meeting ordinary life milestones she missed, or Skinner's annoyed with them about something (like Mulder being behind on the paperwork which she refuses to do for him), she starts stress cleaning her apartment.

But because she's already neat and also not home a lot, there isn't a lot to clean, so usually after the second time she finds herself disinfecting the kitchen sink on a Satunday mid-morning, she goes to Mulder's place, lets herself in and stars stress cleaning there, too. Usually Mulder's still asleep on the couch with the classic movie station still playing, but she has blanket permission after the first couple of times trying to distract a tightly wound Scully at his place from his scrap file of tabloid cases turned into her trying to declutter his place while lecturing him about dust mites, tripping hazards, bacteria, eccentrics who live in danger of being crushed by their prized collections, which certainly was a distraction, so now she knows she's welcome to come over any time and disinfect and tidy and sort the mail etc as long as she doesn't try anything purge-like on his boxroom (listed as a bedroom on his lease). And she usually tries not to wake him unless his lackadaisical book keeping is why she's stressed. So some weekend late mornings Mulder wakes up to a spotless table and laundry bags by the door and the smell of lemon clorox and coffee and a manic-but-winding-down flannel shirt Scully sitting with her mug in the desk chair, not quite watching him sleep (she usually claims to be hypnotized by the fish).

Greetings are usually ridiculous Mulder guesses about what's got her on the boil ("Maggie signed you up for ballroom dancing classes with Engleburt from Sunday potluck and your Spanish heels are in the shop?" "Douglas from organic chem invented a new breed of hypoallergenic bio-luminescent guinea pigs and this singularly useful achievement makes you worry about measuring up, dr. Frankenstein-wise?") and complaints that she was going to make brunch but all he had in the fridge was former milk swiftly becoming yogurt and desiccated pizza of dubious provenance, both of which are in the trash bag she expects him to take out. So he usually goes out for bagels and cream cheese and eggs and chives and milk, and half and half for the coffee (he prefers real cream but she won't drink it, claiming it makes the coffee taste "slimy" so it would be a waste).

If she's still wound up enough to be running the vacuum when he gets back, he makes a project of cajoling until she talk about it and remind her she's on a different but still immensely valuable path, which isn't a bad way to spend a day together really. Or if she's re-entered his reality where she doesn't have to compete with Normal People (or doesn't need to remind him five more times to finish that report) and worked through the stress, she's usually curled up asleep on the couch when he gets back with brunch fixings. This is also fine because toasting and munching and wiggling onto the far end of the couch to watch a ball game while his partner naps is also a good way to spend an afternoon and they can have dinner together later. (And he can always spread those files back out across the table the same way after she leaves for the night.)