if i don’t get freak nasty msr sex in the iwtb directors cut i’m rioting
💯but if not, i did write this years ago, and it’s 🔥
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28179459

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if i don’t get freak nasty msr sex in the iwtb directors cut i’m rioting
💯but if not, i did write this years ago, and it’s 🔥
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28179459
All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Plus One (11x03)
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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Season Eight Master Post
Season eight pushed us into some new territory! We leaned into the aftermath of Mulder’s abduction, played with the shift between Scully and Doggett, and explored how grief, faith, and loyalty reshape the world in his wake.
Read through this thread to check out all the different characters we met this season!
8x01 | Within - FBI Agent
Not every day you see a woman toss a cup of water in a man’s face, unless you’re an actor in a soap opera or something. But today, Agent Wilson got to witness exactly that with his own two eyes.
8x02 | Without - Thea Sprecher
Alone with Gibson, Thea rarely needs to vocalize. He reads her hands and her face.
And her mind.
8x03 | Patience - Detective Yale Abbott
It was her confidence that irked him most. The only offense worse than being a woman was being one that was correct.
8x04 | Roadrunners - Cultist
She had been lost before, but with these people, she had been found. With them, she vowed to protect and serve– finding the holiest of vessels for their savior.
8x05 | Invocation - Sharon Pearl
This isn’t the same boy abducted ten years ago. His soul is elsewhere. This isn’t a boy at all. This is a physical manifestation invoked by a powerful force. A warning.
An invocation.
8x06 | Redrum - Martin Wells
In this moment, he wasn’t a prosecutor or a suspect. He was just a man trapped in a version of his own life he couldn’t recognize.
8x07 | Via Negativa - Special Agent John Doggett
I now know what that feeling is, the one surrounding me with every step. It’s the discomfort of not being believed. I never realized how lonely a feeling that is.
8x08 | Surekill - Randall Cooper
He sees them — sneaking around like no one could possibly find out. Like rats in the dark. But Randall Cooper has seen everything now.
8x09 | Salvage - Ray Pearce
He hadn’t realized how sharp he’d become.
8x10 | Badlaa - Quinton
Suddenly, he understands. The little man is trying to fool her. Just like he sometimes looks like a janitor, to the grownups he’s making himself look like Trevor.
So they won’t shoot. They’ll never shoot.
8x11 | The Gift - Paul Hangemuhl
It is time for him to prepare his wife– the woman he knows he would be incapable of living without– for her death, and if the stories are true, her rebirth.
8x12 | Medusa - Mulder's Fish
Maybe he was just somewhere far away, like when the room went dark for long stretches and the light didn’t return until after she’d slept. Did he miss the hum of the tank? Did he miss her?
8x13 | Per Manum - Dr. James Parenti
Fox Mulder extends a hand, and Parenti shakes it. But the man doesn’t take his eyes off Parenti, and the doctor wonders, is it nerves, or something else?
8x14 | This Is Not Happening - Jeremiah Smith
No one had sent him or followed his work; it was the exact opposite. He was here on his own accord, at his own peril, because he believed in his cause.
8x15 | DeadAlive - Nurse
She’s been sitting beside him since the procedure. Watching, waiting. A steady flame of red amidst the chalky white room.
8x16 | Three Words - Psychiatric Doctor
“I’ve been wishing for death for so long that… to be alive again…” he shakes his head. “It’s like… I feel guilty.”
8x17 | Empedocles - FBI Records Clerk
“So it’s true, you really aren’t dead." Of course he’s heard the rumors. The missing sister, the weird cases, the pregnant partner… Who hasn’t? “Seems spooky to me.”
8x18 | Vienen - Ship Crew
Barry looked where the voice had come from. It was the FBI agent. Two of them, it turned out. They were walking around a rig without hard hats like this place was some sort of playground.
8x19 | Alone - Special Agent Leyla Harrison
Meeting them was like walking into a story she'd only ever read from the margins. Leyla Harrison knew every detail, every footnote, every report she wasn’t supposed to copy but had anyway, because she just had to know how it ended.
8x20 | Essence - Baby Shower Attendee
As Doris knocked on the apartment door in a beautiful Georgetown building, she was excited about the party, and curious about the entire situation.
8x21 | Existence - Helicopter Pilot
It’s a look of a man who holds his entire world in his arms.
This season was such a rewarding challenge, and we hope you enjoyed it!! Thank you so much to everyone who has left us love on the story, it means so much to us <3
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I had a third ask for fics about the X-Files episode "This Is Not Happening" but can't find it now (sorry, anon!). Some or all of these asks are pretty old, but hopefully people are still interested. Here are a lot of very good fics involving "This Is Not Happening." Some (most) of these fics are angsty or depressing, a genre of MSR fics I have liked very much over the years.
how to say "I love you" in x-files [438/?] ⤷ The X-Files: I Want to Believe (2008)
how to say "I love you" in x-files [455/?] ⤷ 11.02 — "This"
how to say "I love you" in x-files [448/?] ⤷ 10.05 — "Babylon"
walk with me, Scully.
how to say "I love you" in x-files [250/?] ⤷ 1.01 — “Pilot”
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👽X-Files Fic Rec Roundup 2025, Part 2
Here is a master list of my newest X-Files fic recs. You can find part 1 here. These and all my earlier recs can be found under my fic rec tag, where you can also read why I recced each story. I also newly posted the themed lists below. Enjoy!
Classic fics
Fics where Mulder says “that’s my girl” about Scully
Fics with Mulder and Scully at a Lone Gunmen party
Fics where Scully is a werewolf
Melissa Scully is heavily featured
Mulder being colorblind is featured
Pre-XF fics
Scully goes back in time to save Samantha
Season 7 fics
Bone Deep by @monikafilefan (Season 6 - 4,553 words - Teen and up) Deliver Me by Louise Marin (Season 4 - ~7,250 words - R) Not Orpheus, Not Eurydice by cecily_sass @cecilysass (cancer arc - 3,728 words - Teen and up) Sanitatem by @scxllyxmxlder (Orison - ~3,775 words - NC-17) Where the Ice Cracks by szxper (Angst - 1,452 words - Not rated) The Wish by ViXen (AU - ~11,600 words - NC-17)
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Trust snow one: fic recs for snowed in / very cold MSR
It's that time of year ... well, okay, where I live. If you're in a hemisphere where it is summer right now, I apologize and maybe you can bookmark for later. I'm here to do cold fic recs for warm hearts.
I'm doing three categories here: AntarcticaFic (and there's obviously much more, but I stopped at 3 faves); Classic Snowed In and Chilly One Bed Fic (DEFINITELY more of that, but I would break Tumblr); and Cold or Snow Figured Prominently In Plot (not something easy to search, so I'm just randomly thinking of it and probably forgetting something obvious).
You will notice I don't have a IWTB category, and obviously that's a very snowy film. This is only because I don't read a ton of IWTB fic, and I just didn't want to go down that rabbit hole. If you have some IWTB recs, please do chime in.
(Actually, chime in with ANY recs because that's more fun.)
A love declaration that'll get me every damn time.
All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Existence (8x21)
Bell Boeing V22 Cockpit
Altitude: 12,000 ft.
“Agent Mulder,” Line Pilot Nate Lawson says through his aviation mic. “Do we have an exact location?”
Despite his own headset firmly over his ears, the eager man who’d called the emergency air transport for his partner is silent, his forehead pressed determinedly against the helo’s window.
“Agent Mulder?”
“Just Mulder,” he eventually responds, his wide eyes steadily scanning the inky sky. “I did drag you out of bed. And if by ‘exact’ location meaning an abandoned town hidden in Nowhere Northern Georgia, then yeah.”
Grunting, Nate grips the controls, steering the helo further south.
“I appreciate you rushing,” Mulder adds.
“A pregnant agent’s in danger.” For Nate, it’s as simple as that. ”It’s important."
“It’s… everything,” Mulder mutters. Like a confession meant for only God to hear. But the helo’s comm system is crystal clear, and Nate’s ears burn with the admission.
To his left, Mulder’s brow is pinched with worry. His jaw clenches, his knee anxiously bouncing so rapidly that Nate feels the jolt of it beneath the vibration of Big Bell’s engine.
He checks the navigation and points to the 4x6 photo of his family taped to the console. “My wife, she had our son last year in our mini van during a snow storm. The ambulance took forever to meet us. I almost lost her... So I know.”
There’s compassion in Mulder’s eyes as he tears his gaze away from the darkness. “Is it like you hoped?”
“Fatherhood?” Nate’s grin rushes up from somewhere deep in his chest. “It’s hard and it’s terrifying. But it’s better than I could’ve ever imagined. You’ll see.”
Mulder inhales sharply. As if the possibility that he could have that too had just occurred to him.
“I wasn’t in bed, by the way. My son was,” Nate redirects. “I was singing the classics to Logan. He’s teething and can’t sleep. And Leanna’s losing her voice.”
Mulder smirks, “I have good reason to doubt Scully sings Elvis.” Suddenly he’s lurching forward, his nose smooshed to the cockpit’s glass. “There’s a light! Follow that.”
***
Time accelerates. One light turns into several, which blurs into a whole damn horde. All surrounded by nothingness.
“Down there! Get me down there,” Mulder vehemently says.
Nate’s fists clench the controls as he deftly maneuvers Big Bell around cabins and cars, hovering just feet above the ground.
Mulder leaps out, weaving through moving vehicles weirdly out of place in such a remote area.
“Scully!” Nate watches him pound on car windows, wrenching on their locked doors as they drive past, desperate to find his partner. “Scullaayyy!”
Nate knows all too well what that feeling of absolute panic is like. That overwhelming fear for loved ones pushing your mind and body to its limits, not giving a damn if you break every bone in your body to save them. You’d willingly lose your limbs and lay down your life to keep them safe.
Mulder bursts from a cabin minutes later with Agent Scully carefully cradled within his arms. She’s pale but alive, wrapped in several white sheets, her bare feet bouncing in time with Mulder’s determined steps. It looks like a scene from Leanna's drama shows.
Behind them, another agent holds a swaddled newborn tight to her chest.
Cautious of the propellers, Mulder hauls himself and an exhausted Agent Scully into the fuselage, letting her upper half lay across his lap. While Big Bell is safe and fully equipped, Nate will push her hard with this rescue tonight. He tells Mulder this when he slides headsets on himself and his partner as the dark-haired agent gently hands the baby over to its mother.
“Thank you, Monica,” Agent Scully sighs gratefully.
“You were amazing, Dana.” She smiles fondly. “Congratulations,” she tells them both before hopping out of the fuselage and jogging back toward the cabins.
Nate flicks on the night-vision cameras to keep an eye on the precious cargo. There’s a flurry of activity behind him as the wailing baby settles. He radios coordinates back to D.C. as Big Bell rises 12,000 feet.
“…Nice shirt,” Mulder chuckles, touching the oversized gray t-shirt she’s wearing bunched up beneath the newborn nestled atop her chest.
Nate hears her huff a raspy laugh.
“I’ve held a longstanding theory that my missing tees over the years were hiding in your go-bags,” Mulder teases, seemingly gathering every scrap of composure he has left to piece together a light-hearted smile for her. “Of course I had no solid evidence until tonight.”
She just grins through her drooping lashes.
“God, Scully…” his choked sigh crackles through the mic. “Billy Miles, those strangers… Jesus. Everyone’s okay?”
Nate sees her hand that’s not cradling her sleeping baby rise to cover Mulder’s as he thumbs her cheek. “We’re okay,” she breathes. “Just tired.”
“I’m sorry, Scully. I missed it. After everything—”
She cups his jaw. “You’re here now, Mulder. That’s all we need.”
“I’m here.” He places a protective hand to the delicate curve of the baby’s back. “I’m here.”
Finally, Agent Scully sleeps.
***
They’re twenty minutes out of D.C. when Nate watches Mulder stare down at the newborn tucked safely between two chests, transfixed. Even through a screen, Nate sees his eyes well.
It’s a look of a man who holds his entire world in his arms.
Before Nate can voice that, the baby whimpers, its tiny fist poking out from the bundle of blankets.
“Shhh, buddy,” Mulder soothes. “None of that.”
The baby continues to stir and Nate senses Mulder’s uncertainty of what to do next. So Nate says, “Sing” into the mic.
“Uh, okay.” Debating, Mulder’s fingertips gently graze the baby’s soft tuft of hair. “Jeremiah was a bullfrog,” he finally croons. “Was a good friend of mine…”
Nate grins under the brightest star in the sky as they descend for landing. Later, he’ll follow his own light home, kiss Leanna, and sing to little Logan one more time.
“…Joy to the fishes in the deep blue seeeeaaa. Joy to you and meeee.”
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The X-Files: S01 E010 (Fallen Angel)
All Eyes Lead to the Truth | DeadAlive (8x15)
6:46 a.m.
Eight years as a nurse on the Naval Hospital’s Intensive Care Unit, and Kate thought she’d seen it all. But that was before this morning. Before a bloated Billy Miles was fished from the sea and shed his skin like a snake. Before a barely breathing Fox Mulder was unearthed from a grave with half the bureau in tow.
Gently, Kate maneuvers around the sleeping redhead tethered to Fox’s side. Adjusting the ventilator tape around his mouth, Kate winces. The raised linear welts down his cheeks, his bruised, ashen skin, and the deep scar stretching down his entire sternum screams extreme violence. Protectiveness for her patients and their families surges at that. This poor man was violated, tortured in ways that even she has never seen.
“Everything okay?”
Kate startles as the agent leans in her chair, wide eyes glued to the steady beat of the heart monitor.
“Vitals are stable,” Kate assures. “Would you like to rest somewhere more comfortable? I can—”
“No,” she says while her hand touches the rise and fall of Fox’s chest. “No thank you.”
“He’s more comfortable with you here. Your husband?” Kate probes carefully as she takes his temperature. Though she's read his chart and knows an Agent Dana Scully is listed as his next of kin, she’s curious.
“No,” she breathes, sounding amused around her sandpapery voice. “He’s my partner. My…” The hand not permanently gripping Fox’s flies up to palm her chest, as if soothing an aching part of her heart.
“Your other half,” Kate confidently finishes for her.
Dana offers pink cheeks above a watery smile in response. “Was, uh, he brought in with anything?”
“His clothes, yes. What he was wearing when admitted is under the bed.”
Dana’s swift intake of breath gives Kate pause. “His suit…”
“Black and blue Armani. I bet he looks handsome in it,” Kate can’t help but add, until an onslaught of tears drowning out the blue of Dana’s eyes quickly erases Kate’s smirk.
“I picked it out,” Dana murmurs, almost to herself, choking on a wave of emotion. “His last suit he’d—”
A guttural sob escapes Dana’s lips as pent up feelings bubble to the surface. She mumbles her apologies behind the hand cupping her mouth as the other cradles her swollen belly.
Kate’s heart hurts for her. After handing Dana tissues, she leaves, giving the partners privacy.
10:13 a.m.
Fox’s vitals look a tad too rapid at the nurses station for Kate’s liking. This instability happens sometimes before patients recover from a comatose state. As Kate enters the dim room, Dana rushes from the private bathroom, cupping Fox’s face with wet hands.
“Mulder, it’s me.” Her fingers glide through his hair, her palms rubbing his shoulders. She clings to him, like he’s her life preserver in a sea of uncertainty. “Please…”
Kate freezes in the doorway as her patient's breathing begins to slow alongside his slumber. Fox has sensed Dana’s touch. He looks calmer. But Dana looks ill; the concern carved into her face is visceral.
“I’m here.” Even through mechanical hums and rhythmic beeping of monitors, Kate hears Dana’s urgent pleas. “I’m right here.”
Empathy hits Kate hard, moving silently to slip out of the room — when a sudden click of the bed rail halts her. Bulging belly aside, Dana doesn’t hesitate to hitch herself up onto the gurney and press her head to his, curling an arm around the slow rise of her partner's chest.
Glancing away from the tableau of bedside devotion taking place, Kate can’t help but scowl at the juxtaposing horde of FBI agents gossiping down the hall as Fox’s loved one holds vigil.
Kate silently shuts the door and draws the shades.
3:34 p.m.
After bouncing between a rejuvenated Billy and the emergency surgical procedure for Fox, Kate’s exhausted. But she makes sure to bring Dana a tray of food, knowing she’s not eaten a thing.
“Thank you, Kate,” Dana says as she tenderly spreads chapstick across Fox’s dry lips now that his ventilator is gone.
She’s been sitting beside him since the procedure. Watching, waiting. A steady flame of red amidst the chalky white room. Her slight shoulders bowed under the weight of unrelenting fear. She’s hardly moved, now that his antivirals are administered, lest his vitals spike or eyes flutter without her bearing witness.
She can practically see the desperate throb of hope radiating from Dana’s pregnant frame.
Kate nods at Fox. “If he worries about you as much as you do him, he’ll want you to eat. The both of you.” Dana’s breath catches. Kate sees she’s trying hard not to cry again. “You’re technically not my patient, Dana, but you need care too.”
“Yeah,” she murmurs, wild-eyed and anxious for her miracle. “Just need to know he’ll be okay…”
Kate doesn’t dare contemplate this vulnerable woman’s reaction if he isn’t.
5:54 p.m.
As the last minutes of Kate’s twelve hour shift ticks away, she approaches room 119, and abruptly stops.
The agent with a New York accent and sad blue eyes backs out of the room.
“Sorry, next of kin only at this time,” Kate tells him. She can’t give Dana the comfort she craves from the man she clearly loves, but she can give her privacy.
But the man says nothing, slowly shutting the door, before walking away with slumped shoulders.
Kate’s stomach flips as she flicks open the blinds. But instead of seeing a panicked Dana trying to revive her partner, she’s grinning. Fox’s eyes are now open, firmly locked onto Dana’s teary ones as they gaze at one another with an intensity that could melt the sun.
Sweet solace washes over Kate. She knows they will stay tangled within each other’s grasp when the exhaustion of sheer relief takes hold.
Quietly, Kate closes the blinds as a smile as encompassing as the amount of love between the two of them spreads across her face.
Now she’s surely seen it all.
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