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Collector's Edition: "Domestic" Slice of Life (Part 3)

@living-in-unreality, got another domesticity fic list fer yeh.

Loose chronological order below~

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MSR Prompts (admiralty-xfd) - Chapter 4

It just slips out.

“Can you hand me that pen, babe?”

Her fingers are extended towards him, her face buried in a file at a small table in her motel room and a white-hot rush of embarrassment courses through her veins. She retracts her hand and looks up, eyes wide. Her face turns as pink as the tongue she can now see in Mulder’s mouth as his jaw drops.

S1 Scully feels embarrassed after accidentally calling Mulder an endearment.

Kisses prompt: #40 possibly have been working separate cases and are reunited.

Finally he arrives, no jacket, sleeves rolled up, hands in his pockets; grinning almost shyly, like a teenager picking up his dream girl for prom. She tries to think of something to say, something some normal person would say to another normal person in a scenario like this, but her lips can only smile back as he approaches.

It's the first time Mulder and Scully are apart after their partnership turns romantic.

MSR Prompts (admiralty-xfd) - Chapter 7

She’s just drifting off when she hears it. Feels it.

Her eyes fly open and she turns, horrified, to her partner sitting across the trashed, disgusting walk-up they’ve been posted in for three days now. Maybe he didn’t hear.

He heard.

“Why, Dana Scully!” he says with delight.

S7 Mulder and Scully debate her left-cheek sneaks.

MSR Prompts (admiralty-xfd) - Chapter 15

She hears Mulder on the stairs, traipsing down to find his girls. She cranes her neck to look over her shoulder at him, disheveled, hair rumpled. That sleepy face she loves so much.

“Hey,” he says gently.

“Mmm?” she asks, as her head droops backwards onto the headrest of the couch. His hand finds her red tresses and he combs them gently.

“Come back to bed.”

“Just two more minutes,” she says. She wants to enjoy every second. “Sit next to me.”

Post-Finale Scully enjoys the early morning hours with Miracle Baby Number Two.

@o6666666's (Ao3)

1 or 12?

When she gets to his door it’s a little after eleven. “Mulder?” she calls after knocking and knocking again. He doesn’t answer. But You’ve gotta come over right now, he’d said. She remembers the urgency in his voice. She uses the key.

When she finds him he’s on the couch, one leg propped on the coffee table, a manila folder open in his lap. His shoes are still on. A pencil is loose in his hand, scritch-scratching the leather. His tie is abandoned on the desk. His mouth is open and he’s drooling. With his glasses still on—and crooked—neck bent back, his hair every which way, eyelashes a dark fan on his cheek, he looks so much like a little boy. She sees him, suddenly, as in need of great tenderness.

Early seasons Scully gets a (possibly frantic) call from Mulder.

8, 52, or 89!!

He shrugged, but in the way small boys do when they are lying, and his eyes were wet.

“You need sleep.”

She knew, and he knew, that he had not been sleeping. She pet his hair and he blinked like it hurt to be treated gently.

He shrugged again.

“Don’t lie to me,” she admonished, and pinched his ear so he knew it was only that she cared for him tremendously.

He laughed but it knocked loose some piece of the great thing inside him that hurt and hurt, and in a moment he was crying.

Post-Paper Hearts Scully calls Tena for help, in vain.

Mulder gives Scully a baseball hat

Her eyes pulse, it seems, or grow. She gives him a little smile. A sad, slow smile, during which her left eye blinks faster than the right one. She seems preternaturally delicate, he thinks, for a woman who knows that the body carrying features Tombaugh Regio & Sleipnir Fossa, named for a horse that carried Odin to the Underworld, is Pluto.

He loves her. “What’s wrong?”

She chews her lip. She’s gonna tell him.

Cancer arc Mulder rescues Scully from her hair worries.

headcanon prompt: mulder washes

“Alright,” he says, scanning the kitchen and clapping his hands together. “We got this. We’re gonna be casual, we’re gonna be crafty.”

“Mulder.” She huffs a laugh, then winces. “It’s fine, you don’t have to do this. Let me just call my—“

“Your mother? You wanna wake her up at, eh—“ he checks the microwave clock “—8:30? It’s laaaaate, Scully.”

She rolls her eyes. It is not late.

Post-Tithonus Mulder washes Scully's hair.

she needs comfort to go back to sleep

“Mm. Tell me about the house.”

Scully rubs her nose on Mulder’s sleeve. She’s rumpled and sleepy against him.

It had started with the hormone injections, which turned her stomach and kept her restless at night, feeling paradoxically distant from and beholden to her body. The waiting was difficult, both corporeally and not. It made her terribly anxious. Like Karen Koseff once suggested, she imagined her thoughts as the banner at the bottom of a newscast—Are you pregnant? Are you pregnant? Are you pregnant? Soon she got tired of reading.

So instead, every night, Mulder tells her about the house. Mulder with the warm arms and their smooth, hairless undersides. Mulder with the imagination.

“Which room tonight?”

She smiles, eyes closed. “Living room.”

IVF arc Mulder puts Scully to bed each night with a story about their future children.

how to tell your lover you've seen all their secret gardens (Ao3)

“What’d you do today?” she asks. (She had not seen him at the office after all.) She’s flirty, spinning around to face him and walking backwards into his apartment, letting him pursue her.

“Nothin’ really.” He shrugs. “I read the first half of Misery again, but then ABC started playing re-runs of Tenko.”

She drops the bag on the coffee table, toes off her shoes, and fixes him with a raised eyebrow. “You shouldn’t be reading, Mulder. Not with a head injury.”

He plops down on the couch. Pats the space next to him. “Okay, Doc. Come take a load off.”

She glares.

This is another type of flirtation. Scully’s sternness is directly proportional to her love.

Post-Amor Fati Scully cares for her partner during his recovery.

headcanon: mulder loves the way scully says his name

Frederick Douglass once argued that auditory experience was the key to empathy, and he thinks that’s true; Scully’s whine is not just a whine but a siren call to do her bidding—to see beyond her superficial annoyance to the sweet, girly flirtation buried under depths and depths.

Season 7 Mulder, and the special way Scully says his name.

Early MSR getting used to sleepovers

He stands up from his seat at the edge of her bed and.... skips? really? over to the bathroom doorway, in which she stands, towel on her head, toothbrush in her mouth, hand on her hip.

He looms over her, smiling dopily.

“What?” She raises an eyebrow. There is a little bit of Colgate frothing at the corners of her mouth.

Season 7 Scully, Mulder, and their bed-sharing techniques (or lack thereof.)

Five in One (1/5), Five in One (2/5), and Five in One (3/5)

"I’m terrible with math, Scully. I owe you seven presents.”

One for every year he missed.

She clenches her jaw the way she does when she is trying to stop her chin from wobbling. “Baseball,” she argues, soft. “1999. You only owe me six.”

He cups her cheek. “Sixty-thousand presents, I owe you. For ‘99 alone.”

She sniffs.

“I love you, sweetie,” he reminds her, and she squeezes his big hand, holding her face.

Season 7 Mulder is making up for Scully's birthdays with a vengeance.

Morning kisses pretty please?

Darling I, says Barry White. (Oh, her idiot.) Can’t enough of your love, babe.

Mulder holds his hand out for a dance.

“Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know why,” he mouths as she rises, red-faced.

I can’t get enough of your love, babe.

“Mulder.” (Affectionately. He is her only one.)

He holds her hips like a schoolboy at the dance and shimmies the both of them in time, playing.

Season 7 Mulder's special kind of romance.

Headcanon: Scully loves to "doctor" Mulder...

She presses her face into his neck. “I just needed to touch you so bad,” she breathes—the confession. “I… I hid behind the doctoring.”

He pulls his face away, just enough that she will see him feign surprise. “Nooo,” he whispers, completely sarcastic. “Scully, I had no idea—”

Season 7 Scully finally confesses.

Friday, March 3, 2000

“We don’t want to be late.”

“For work?”

She shakes her head slow, and her voice is low and breathy. “No... no, Mulder.” Her fingers through his hair again, tickling his ear. “We’re not going to work today.”

“No?” he croaks.

“No.” She smiles at him, soft and mischievous, and waggles her eyebrows. “I have something for you.”

She lifts up to pull a piece of printer paper from her back pocket—a receipt. She wiggles it for him and smiles, mouth open, like she’s modeling a commercial product.

Season 7 Scully has a surprise for her partner.

After they get together, Mulder always uses....

Scully has been fiddling with the broken printer for like, forty-five minutes. She is all the way on the other side of the office, in the little back room by her “area.”

So far away. He misses her.

He cups his hands around his mouth. “Hey Sweet Cheeks,” he calls, “give those legs a walk back over here!”

Season 7 Mulder wants Scully on his side of the office.

“My Thai place won’t deliver to your house.”

Her voice is so little. She has been thinking about that dinner all day.

He takes one look at her, pouting into his couch, coat still on and bunched up to her ears, and laughs. She blinks at him miserably, bottom lip still stuck out.

Season 7 Scully and Thai food.

27+77 for the prompts 😊😊😊

So he threw out his back changing the car tire—or trying and failing to change the tire, which brought Scully the great thrill of righteousness that came sometimes with her humble upbringing. She thought of a hot summer afternoon at fifteen watching Ahab and Billy trade lug nuts on the side of the PCH while her mother fanned herself with the newspaper in the passenger seat to the Mamas and the Papas and Melissa took Charlie to pee over the side of the dunes.

It was Scully who changed the tire—effortlessly, perfectly, and without breaking a sweat—after Mulder hurt himself.

So he was getting old.

Season 7 Mulder is not a handyman.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

He is shirtless. In glasses. Chewing on the tip of his pen. She’s gonna scream.

He knew tax day was tomorrow. Everyone knows it is tomorrow. She had reminded him for weeks. ...

But no—he did not do any of those things. So here she is, on 14th April, at 9:30 PM, doing his taxes. And here he is. Shirtless. In glasses. Chewing on his pen and doodling the the two of them in what looks like a flying Mercedes Benz.

Season 7 Scully decides to let herself be "distracted."

prompt: A scream (the i love you thing)

Martha’s Vineyard, he’d said, this weekend, and she’s already teased him that he ever thought it might be a hard sell. His Scully is made for the beach. Not least because her body is pink and freckled and cut from stone, but mostly because the ocean recognizes her at once—a Scully, one of its own—and she opens her heart to it like she does to her mother and small children, allowing her wild laugh and squeaky voice and a sort of space-taking that seems fundamentally opposite to the space-taking she does at work, with clipped tones, and where the littler she speaks, the more powerful she seems.

(By contrast: When he woke up this morning she had all the covers, and her arms were spread out like wings across the whole bed. “You cozy?” he’d whispered, sidling closer. She’d tucked him right in with her with a kiss to his nose. And doing the breakfast dishes together, he’d heard it—this dry little fart. She’d turned to him with wide, guilty eyes and he’d rat-tailed her, lightly, with the dish towel and whistled: “Scul-ly!”)

Her hair is wild and fluffy under his Yankees hat, looks like a bunny tail where she’s shoved it through the hole in the back. She’s in her U of M sweatshirt. She’s wearing shorts. And she is driving his family’s old motorboat at 30 knots even though the speed limit is 15. When she turns sharply, he braces himself.

Scully boats like a madwoman.

MSR + She was sun-tired and docile

She was sun-tired and docile, lying belly-down on his couch. Wearing her squeaky white autopsy sneakers. Wearing his t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts and, underneath them, his boxers, because she was “still fat.” Her hands were dry from cleaning the place. (“Ms. Scully,” he’d tease later, relieving her in the parking lot of his box of psychology textbooks and stuffing his nose in her neck. “Is that Chanel No. 409?”) In his car seat atop Mulder’s desk, to the left of a fat sun stripe through the window—where the computer used to be—William sucked on two fingers.

The sun stripe ventriloquized the dust particles in the air and made them wiggle like the baby. Scully sneezed. William sneezed.

“Can you move him into the shade, Mulder?” Scully asked, and Mulder moved William into the shade.

AU-- Post-Existence Mulder and Scully clean his apartment for the last time (with little William in tow.)

On Scully’s fortieth birthday

On Scully’s fortieth birthday Mulder surprised her with the Acushnet, a fat white sailboat in the driveway of the Vineyard house. Why are we flying all the way up in the middle of winter, you just came to check on the house last week, and the kid was stowed away at Maggie’s. Had been since they dropped her off on the way to Scully’s grown-ups only birthday dinner Friday night.

Mulder buys a boat for Scully's 40th.

first sentence: she almost can’t hold the baby

Mulder sweating all day in the citrus grove. Mulder in the truck with the neighbor boys coming up Mission Road. It is William’s great thrill, after a bath, to come outside and wait for him. Mulder’s thrill to swing out of the pickup bed and say “Willay!” as if they haven’t laid eyes on each other in a hundred years. They’d been blowing great raspberries on each other’s cheeks this morning.

Mulder jogs across the street but stops short of kissing her. He smiles to bear an orange peel pressed over his teeth, his mouth a bright flash. William belly laughs.

“Hello,” Scully blushes, enamored.

AU-- Scully lives happily with her boys on the run.

#109, MSR. Thank you :) :)

“Just going to get a glass of water,” she lied as you settled in beside each other with your books and glasses and sleepy tea.

“Oh.” You thumbed your book. Bit your lip and watched her leave.

There was some clang-clanging in the kitchen. Beep of microwave. Screech of chair, as if someone very short needed a lift to access the cake plate in the cabinet above the refrigerator. There was the creak of the stairs that cry from your heavy foot but whisper-whine under Scully’s.

And then. Your wife in a yellow glow, haloed in the doorway, and there really must have been fifty birthday candles on that thing.

It's Mulder's 50th birthday.

soulmate au + time travel

“I went back too early,” she breathes against his neck, kissing it, making him shiver as she nuzzles his collar. Her hands through his hair, nails little stings, are pulling and pulling him closer. Then she slides her smooth cheek along his scratchy one, open-mouthed, and gasps in relief—“Oh, oh”—and curls her elbow around his neck, drawing him down off his barstool. A self-deprecating snort, almost a giggle. Her voice is high, giddy with disbelief. She strokes down his shirt, over the buttons. Like she is telling him a secret. “I went back too early.”

She’d wanted spring 2000, and to watch them together from afar. But this was better. Now she could kiss him.

“Hey.” He’s drawn back to look at her and palms her cheek. At the separation of their lips she whines, a little hiccup, bereft. “What?”

She smiles at him. Oh, there is so much you don’t know.

AU-- Post-breakup Scully cuddles up to a younger, more innocent Mulder.

MSR & “You!”

Mulder sat on the living room floor, thumbing through her elementary school report cards. There was a stack of them on the coffee table, each written in a nun’s pristine hand. “Dana is a bright, engaged student,” he recited primly.

“Oh, please.”

Post-Home Again Mulder catches up on Scully's childhood.

If you're taking more headcanon AUs: in rural Kansas, during a bout of unpredictable weather, it rains sleeping bags.

1. ASSARIA, KS: Brothers Garrett (31) and Bradley Fernwire (29) were found deceased Wednesday morning on their own farmland after camping outside Tuesday night. The brothers were found in the branches of a Sugar Maple on the property when farmhand Timmy Lucas (15) witnessed a portion of their camping gear drop from the tree. In an exclusive interview with The Kansas City Star, Lucas stated, “It was raining sleeping bags.”

2. When she sees it, she knows: this is the way back she has been searching for. She prints it out and leaves the office. If she hurries, she can pick up Thai and make it to Farrs Corner before Mulder heats up a Hot Pocket for one.

Revival Scully is ready to come home.

AU where Scully realizes...

Flight from San Diego to Washington Dulles: Not a selfie. A real picture that Mulder asked the flight attendant to take. Scully taking a nap. Mulder holding Scully’s hands around his neck like she’s strangling him and he’s fighting her off.

Revival Mulder loves to take stealth selfies.

swimming in the eighth month (Ao3)

Scully smiles like she does when she first wakes up sometimes, and her eyes are still closed. Her tummy lumps up out of the water like a little island. (Maroon him for life.)

He starts to swirl her in a big circle. “My parents considered Everett for me.”

She sits up and laughs, dunking herself immediately. When she surfaces she mimics Jackson, giving him a squinty look: “You are so white.”

He puts her goggles on and sticks his tongue out.

Post-Finale Mulder finds a way to relieve Scully's back pain.

Lolabeegood's (mulderscreek)

My Funny Autopsy

Dana Scully opened the box and saw inside, a dozen perfect burnt orange tulips. They looked exactly like the color of her hair. She knew tulips were not in season, and wondered why her mother spent so much money on her for Valentine's Day. She still smiled though; her mother remembered that tulips are her favourite flower. She reached for the card and, opening it, didn't see her mother's handwriting but Mulder's chicken scratch.

Cancer arc Scully spends Valentine's Day slicing and dicing.

Nice Underwear

"Since the...cancer," he said in a whisper, "I've wanted to do this for you...I want you to relax and do something for yourself."

"Mulder, I can't accept," she said shaking her head and whispering. "This is too much. This is..."

"Something I want to do for you," he interrupted as he placed both hands on her shoulders. "If you can't do this for you, will you do it for me?"

Cancer arc Mulder surprises his partner.

Gardening Day

"Scully, it's a nice idea," he pleaded with her as he tried the grab her waist and prevent her from getting up. "Ignore what I said about..."

"No, you're right," she said softly. "I didn't want to grow too...attached to this place because I didn't think it would be permanent."

He remained quiet behind her, waiting for her to continue.

Pre-IWTB Mulder notices Scully putting down roots.

Emergency Day

Falling into the driver's seat he felt very unnatural; it had been almost a year since he'd driven a car. Turning on the car and the GPS system he found Our Lady of Sorrows Hospital on a list of destinations and started to drive. He hadn't ever visited her place of work but from the stories she told him, he understood that it was the best hospital in the area. She had long relayed stories of patients being admitted to their hospital after botched surgeries at another local hospital.

Halfway there she gained consciousness.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Like an invalid who has been kidnapped," she groaned from the backseat.

Pre-IWTB Mulder finds his partner passed out with a bad break.

Panic Day

"He's refusing to be taken to a hospital, but we see signs of smoke inhalation and some burns on his hands and arms." The medic informed her as she entered the cab and walked directly toward Mulder.

She stood above him and gently ran a hand through his hair as she placed another hand on his chest and felt his heart beat underneath it. He reached up and grasped her hand over his heart and looked up at her with scared eyes.

"Doctor?"

She leaned down and kissed his soot-covered hair and breathed in the smell of smoke. She allowed a lone tear to drop from her eye before wiping it away and turning to face the medic, still holding his hand. "He's my husband, and I own this house," she said with a broken voice.

"He has an extreme fear of hospitals and fire, so you can see why today, is a very bad day."

Pre-IWTB Scully arrives home to a house on fire.

Harvest Day

Turning to look at the source he caught a glimpse of her as she sauntered past him with a baseball bat slung over her shoulder. He stood speechless as he saw her walk into the field and stand in batter's position waiting for an apple to be thrown.

A smile crept across his face as he looked at her standing in old jeans and a hoodie with a bat set up to strike and a determined look on her face.

"So, do I get a pitch or what?" she smiled at him.

"The apples will explode on impact," he snickered.

"So, I'll take a bath." She replied, not driven away by the mess.

Pre-IWTB Mulder fantasizes about pitching to his son.

Skating Day

He watched her shoulders slump. She was looking forward to skating as much as he was.

"There's an outdoor rink in town, right?"

"Mulder, you can't..."

"Here me out," he said as he swivelled her to face him.

"With a toque and some glasses and a scarf, no one would recog..."

"Mulder, you can't." She said as she placed her open palms on his chest.

"But..."

"You can't." She said more firmly.

"You can," he said softly.

"I can't without you." She said as she smiled up at him.

Pre-IWTB Scully finds a way she and Mulder can skate at home.

Stranded Day

Mulder looked closely at the little boy. He was the same age as Will. Mulder tried to take in all his four-year old features. His chubby hands, snotty nose, his goofy smile, and his inquisitive eyes. Will would be excited about Santa, would want to play in the snow all day, and be travelling to relative's houses.

"So, Andrew, what are you doing home in the middle of the day while your wife works?" she asked.

Mulder laughed at her joke. "I'm not a kept man, if that's what you're implying. I'm a sports writer."

"Oh, so you get to write from home."

"Yeah, it's one of the perks," he said as he sat down.

Pre-IWTB Mulder helps a young mom and her kid.

Massage Day

"I've been talking with our PT's the last two days," she interrupts as she sits next to him. "I think I understand the therapeutic technique."

"I have no doubt you do," he mocks.

"Do you want me to do this, or not?" she asks, slightly annoyed.

"I need you to," he says in a muffled voice. "Unless I plan to spend the rest of my life here."

"You shouldn't have tried to move the dresser upstairs on your own," she chastises as she places her hands on his back.

"I wanted to surprise you," he tells her honestly.

Pre-IWTB Scully massages Mulder's kinked back.

New Year's Day

Mulder sighed heavily and placed his hands on his hips. He wanted to get her out of those clothes so she would be more comfortable but, he didn't want to wake her from the precious few hours of slumber she had. A deep snore came from her nose and helped Mulder make his decision. She wouldn't wake up.

Pre-IWTB Mulder finds his partner dead asleep.

Laundry Day

He meandered his way toward the gate and thought of how many times he'd made this trip. It seemed as though at least once or twice a week a package arrived and was dropped off at their gate. Scully had arranged with all couriers that parcels were just left at the gate post. It was better then him having to anxiously walk out and worry about exposure to outside individuals. They didn't think he was still actively being sought but, you could never be too careful.

He reached down to pick up the box, expecting weight, and was greeted with very little.

'Not the books I'd ordered, after all' he thought as he swiveled the package around to look at the source of the delivery.

"Banana Republic" he muttered to himself and shook his head.

Pre-IWTB Mulder forgot his birthday.

Delivery Day

"I was thinking, what about some built-ins to keep all of our books on and all of those knick-knacks you have, so I'm not always knocking them off end tables."

"And I'm not tripping over your books that are always piled all over the floor?"

"They're not all over Scully, I try and keep them close to the walls."

"Oh, I knew there was a system you hadn't informed me of."

"So picture it" he said as he moved to stand behind her and stretch his arms in front of her as if he was describing a scene from a movie "a wall filled with shelves of various height and widths housing all my books out of tripping range, all of your knick knacks out of knocking range, and a nice flat screen TV."

Pre-IWTB Scully is by turns annoyed and amused with Mulder's renovation kit.

Birthday

The third year he used her computer to order a cake online. It was unfortunately delivered on a day of heavy snow, which permeated the packaging that was supposed to be water-tight. The icing slid off most of the cake and his version of homemade icing, used to patch the bare spots on the cake, ended up hardening into a meringue-like substance. The cake was okay, although a little soggy, and they ended up throwing most of it out. He would never trust on-line cakes again.

This year, things were going to be different.

Pre-IWTB Mulder tries his hardest to ace Scully's birthday cake.

Visitation Day

They spent the next couple of hours making supper and talking. Maggie told him all about Dana's visits, something Scully didn't talk about much with him, and he told Maggie about their life on the road before getting this house. They opened up a bottle of wine and were a drink down when Scully's car pulled up in front of the house.

"We should have parked my car around back," she said as she watched Scully walk up the stairs.

"It's good she saw it. Seeing you in the house with no warning, would have shocked her." He offered.

Scully tentatively opened the door and peered inside. "Mulder?" she called.

"I'm here," he called "with our first house guest."

Pre-IWTB Maggie figures out where her daughter's partner is.

Anniversary Day

She walked further into the room and her senses were overwhelmed with a very aromatic dish that he must be cooking in the kitchen.

"Mulder?" she called again as she stepped out of her shoes.

"Nobody here but the FBI's most unwanted," he said as he walked down the stairs.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. He was dressed in a dark blue suit with a striped tie. The one she had given him for Christmas a lifetime ago. His hair was done and his face was freshly shaven and he looked...gorgeous. He was adjusting his shirt cuffs when he reached the landing at the bottom of the stairs and for a moment, he looked about 10 years younger.

Post-IWTB Mulder prepares an elaborate anniversary dinner.

Sunday

"Intellectually I get it Scully," he said, exhausted. "But the reality is just a little more than I can handle."

"Mulder, you don't seem to listen to me," she said exasperated. "I love you, and I've told you that I think you're wonderful just as you are. But I understand that this is more about your feelings towards yourself than anything to do with me."

He nodded his head, embarrassed by his admission.

"I don't know, Scully. I just feel old all of a sudden. As a psychologist I get it, but as a man..."

"What can I do?" She asked, wanting to help.

"I don't know," he said softly. "Maybe it's just me, maybe I just need to get over it."

Post-IWTB Scully supports her partner's struggles with aging insecurities.

The Entertainment Report

He stood far enough away so they weren't touching but, she could feel his presence.

"Scully, if you want to..."

"Stop Mulder" she interrupted him but didn't turn to face him.

They stood at a silent impasse while she gripped the lighter for dear life and he stood solid and unmoving behind her.

"Scully" he said quietly as he walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "He's not ours anymore, he is someone else's little boy."

"I know" she croaked.

Post-IWTB Mulder and Scully grieve over other successful, geriatric parents-- and hope.

@freckleslikestars/Living_Underground's

Solvent Afternoons (Tumblr)

He remembered watching Missy do it when she’d been returned and woken from her coma. He assumed it helped make her feel more like herself again. And that was his goal, to make her feel more like herself.

He’d felt somewhat silly, standing in the beauty aisle at Target asking what each of the different types and brands meant, asking which one was best for a sick friend, which colours the shop assistant suggested. He’d even shown her the photo of Scully he kept in his wallet, tucked away at the back where nobody else would stumble upon it accidentally and start asking awkward questions.

Redux II Mulder paints Scully's toenails.

The Practice of Mourning (Tumblr)

She’d been almost alarmingly stoic throughout the whole meeting with the doctors, quiet and composed, nodding and agreeing as they planned out her palliative care.

With her mother afterwards she’d been calm and smiling, comforting her mother’s anguished cries as she laid out the plans for her funeral so that her mother didn’t have to.

Her dinner was pushed around on its tray whilst Mulder insisted she couldn’t give up, that there must still be things she could try.

It wasn’t until the sky was dark outside her window, her hand in his as their fingers entwined that all her energy was gone and the first cracks showed. ‘I’m cold,’ she whispered to him, teeth starting to chatter.

Redux II Scully makes her final arrangements.

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Halfway through Scully’s final run-through of Mulder’s report, the power went out, plunging the apartment into a dark stillness, flooding the room with silence. The lights all along the block had gone down too, and Scully sighed as they peered out the window together, ‘you’ll have to stay here tonight, you can’t go out in that,’ drifts had built up against the cars across the street and the snow was coming thick and fast.

‘No need to sound so eager, Scully,’ he grinned, nudging her in the ribs with his elbow.

Her mouth twitched up in a smile, ‘go finish your pizza, Mulder.’

S5 Mulder is snowed-in at Scully's.

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‘Can I ask you something, Scully?’

She looks over at him, cautious as she chews the chocolate; Mulder never asked to ask, ‘sure…doesn’t mean I’ll answer, but go ahead.’

‘Why do you still get your period?’ her eyebrows raised, and before she could squeak out an indignant excuse me? around caramel and nougat glued teeth, he was hurrying on with an explanation, ‘I mean, since they took your eggs, surely there’s no reason for your body to go through this every month…?’

Her indignation fades slowly as she thinks about her answer, taking the last bite of her chocolate whilst figuring out how to explain.

Mulder's innocent questions leads to Scully's IVF request.

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‘Just promise me something, Scully?’

‘Hmm?’

He swallowed, his voice cracking as he spoke, ‘just keep trying, keep going with the IVF. Just…just until your attempts run out. And you can start looking at other options whilst still doing the treatments. Never give up on a miracle, hey?’ It had become his motto of sorts. Said more to himself than to her, but if ever she was having doubts he would murmur it into her hair, or drop it into the conversation. He wasn’t sure if either of them actually believed in miracles, but they both wanted to. This miracle, at least.

‘Why, Mulder?’

He wasn’t going to tell her that it was because he had spent the past year and a bit imagining a little girl running around with tufts of red hair and clear blue eyes, a pouty bottom lip and, heaven forbid, his nose. He certainly wasn’t going to tell her that he had been imagining this little girl for much more than a year and a bit. ‘Because one day, Scully, you’re going to be an amazing mom, and for that to happen you have to explore every avenue available, right to the very end.'

Post-Agua Mala Mulder still believes in the IVF, even a year after its failure.

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It’s not until he presents not the Bureau card, but his own personal one, with the arrival of the check, that she realises that this is a date.

Season 7 Scully is surprised, in more ways than one.

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It happened occasionally. The frequency usually had something to do with which cases they’d been on.

For her, they were often white, and bright. She dreamt of her body being manipulated in ways she couldn’t explain. Or there would be the impression of a gag and bound hands, stale breath and a dead voice. And then there were the rare occasions when her nightmares featured him, betraying her; exchanging information in a cloud of smoke or bleeding out on her.

For him, they were dark, always. And they always featured the women in his life. Samantha, being pulled through the window by unknown forces. Scully, being pulled from him by various nefarious people; Duane Barry,

It was never a dramatic occurrence. There were never screams. They never sat bolt upright. Just a tensing of the body, a sharp gasp melting into shallow puffs.

And then there would be an arm reaching out for the phone, speed-dial one being pressed, shaky breaths puffing down the line in sync with the dial tone. A cracked murmur of a name and a whispered ‘I’m on my way.’

Mulder and Scully have always comforted each other after nightmares.

Trinkets

‘Green. According to the chart that means you’re in love,’ he murmured, leaning down closer to her. ‘Are you in love?’

Her cheeks flushed and she turned her head away, eyes unfocused, ‘it’s, uh, it’s a gimmicky ring for children, Mulder,’ her voice cracked as she avoided his gaze, ‘it works on body heat. And even if it were scientific in any way, the weather conditions and my being bundled up in hat, scarf and coat would make any results unreliable.’

‘That didn’t answer my question,’ his voice was full of false bravado, trembling with a quiet fear of rejection.

His thumb had taken up a sweeping path across the back of her hand, and needing something to occupy her other hand she moved it up to his tie, straitening it and tracing the patterns, fixing her eyes to it as she contemplated her response. With one final stroke to smooth it down, she looked up at him, cupped his cheek in her palm, ‘Mulder, you don’t need a mood ring to know I’m in love with you.’

Season 7 Mulder finds a mood ring on the road.

Post Three Words/INTP mother henning/petty arguments/stepping on rakes and landmines/dorky romance, helping her to bathroom-- Healing - [Archive] LOVE THIS?

He was shuffling from foot to foot, studying the nails he had bitten to the quick – Scully had tried to remember if that was something he used to do, bite his nails, but she drew a blank. It wasn’t a habit she remembered. She’d have to get him a bag of sunflower seeds next time she went shopping, see if they helped.

‘I wish I’d been there. I could have…I could have rubbed your back, or…something,’ he finished lamely, shrugging and fidgeting some more.

Post-Three Words Mulder and Scully: petty arguments, and working back to their version of dorky romance.

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‘I just...I never knew you could actually...y’know...see those little hands and feet.’

‘Hmm. Go grab my bag from the cupboard.’

‘Why?’

‘I’ve just had a thought. Go get it.’ He nodded, clambered from the bed and scrambled to get her bag from the living room, dropping it on the foot of the bed. ‘Side pocket. My stethoscope.’

‘Something wrong?’ he furrowed his brow as he dug it out, passing it over.

‘No, just come up here,’ she waved him up, biting her lip as she slipped the earbuds in and placed the diaphragm on her taut skin, hushing him for a moment as she slid it slightly further down, revealing a grin when she found the right place, ‘take the earpieces.’

Post-Three Words Mulder listens to his baby's heartbeat for the first time.

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The first time he went swimming it was in the empty pool round the back of one of the less seedy places they’d stayed. It still had the odd dried leaf floating in it, but the chlorine smell was almost enough to set his mother’s nerves at ease, and his chortled laugh did the rest as he was passed from parent to parent in the sun-warmed water. They headed for the coast after that, dipped his feet in the ocean and felt more carefree than they had in months with wind whipping through their hair and sand between their toes.

AU-- Post-S9 William's firsts while on the road.

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Not long after that second Halloween, he was back in his father’s arms and they were on the run, hopping from motel to motel across backwater America. Whilst his mother collected and washed glasses in a dive down the street, his father draped him in the sheet from his travel cot and himself in a spare sheet from the closet in the motel room and they went from door to door, two ghosts laughing maniacally with every creepy voice and ruffled head the various guests gave out, Mulder thanking each and every one of them for humouring him and his son.

AU-- Post-S9 William's Halloweens while on the run.

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She disappeared off into the en suite, and he rolled over, nestling into the warm gap she’d left behind, allowing the familiar sounds of her readying for the day to soothe him into a light slumber – he wasn’t going to fall back asleep properly now, but he could doze for an hour or so. Maybe, if he had the energy, he might tackle the repainting of the porch swing today, should the weather hold. Or fix the leaky roof in the mud room. If he had the energy, that was. He should probably see what he could rustle up for her dinner, too. Write a grocery list for her to get – they were running low on things he could make half-decent meals out of. He’d check the message boards first, though. There was a debate he’d been having with TruthSayer121212 that he wanted to continue if they’d responded.

Pre-IWTB Mulder's fugitive perks.

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‘Hold me?’

‘Sure,’ he nodded, helping her up and guiding her through to their bathroom, sitting her on the toilet lid and smiling when she dropped her head back and closed her eyes, ‘can’t sleep yet, Sweetheart. Just fifteen more minutes.’ She hummed softly, tunelessly, as he turned the shower on, undressed and helped undress her. Dirty clothes in the hamper and towels hanging on the radiator, he helped her under the stream, letting her relax back into his chest as the hot water ran in rivulets down their bodies.

She remained with most of her weight against him as he washed and conditioned her hair, scrubbed her body down with the strong-smelling soap she always used when she came home from the hospital. He kept it quick, and in eight minutes they were out of the spray and wrapped in warm, fluffy towels – the good ones she kept for special occasions.

Post-IWTB Mulder cares for his weary partner.

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‘Gas-station picnic? And I thought romance was dead.’ It was something they’d done whilst travelling on the bureau’s dime when they’d been denied their request for airplane tickets and had instead taken a pool car out on their adventures. They’d find an overlook and whatever gas-station food they could rustle up and watch the world go by as they ate; their way of seeing a little bit of beauty in a life that was so often filled with violence and horror.

Two iced teas – lemon for him and peach for her – were brought out, along with a punnet of strawberries and a jar of Nutella, by the time the brightest stars were studding the velvet darkness.

‘Lay back, Mulder.’

He did so, linking his hand with hers when she followed, ‘what am I looking for?’

‘Is it not enough just to see the stars?’

Pre-IWTB Scully takes a depressed Mulder to the ocean.

Comfort Food

When Maggie died she left him her recipe books. He spent days and weeks afterwards pouring over them, memorising her little additions, alterations to quantities and timings to master the perfect pot roast or the most sublime soufflé. He started making the recipes that looked the most used, the ones with the pages more worn, more splattered with tomato and surrounded by notes, both faded and fresh. He hadn’t noticed at first, but as he worked his way though he realised that there were darker notes on a couple of the pages, the writing slightly looser though still by the same hand. For when Dana’s sick embellished the chicken and vegetable broth page. Dana’s birthday (reminds her of Ahab) was scrawled under a fish pie recipe that had many other inscriptions about it, adding several various vegetables and altering the amounts of cream and fish used. He wondered if Maggie knew, somehow, that she was going to die.

Post-Home Again Mulder is a tornado in the kitchen.

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He couldn’t understand it, not at first. The whole world had...changed. No, not the whole world: the sky looked more or less the same as ever. But everything else... the muddy greens and yellows he was used to were...clear. The poppies in the meadow stood out against the rolling sea of green, the yellow of the daisies' centres glowed in the sunshine. He turned to Scully and gasped.

Her hair.

It was so...bright. So different to how he’d always seen it. He combed his fingers through it, marvelling at the way the sunlight reflected off it, rippling the colours. Even her eyes looked brighter, her lips pinker.

She reached up, wiped a tear from his cheek, ‘hey.’ He couldn’t stop staring at her, like seeing her for the first time all over again.

Post-Finale Scully surprises Mulder with chromatic glasses.

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Eggs cracked into a saucepan, bagels in the toaster, the kettle on to boil. A fresh tub of real cream cheese opened and on the table next to the marmalade and the honey and the yoghurt.

Other than the occasional scrambling of the eggs, or hot water being poured onto teabags, there was little he needed to do, and he took to dancing gently, socked feet against terracotta tiled floor, humming and pressing kisses to his daughter’s crown.

Post-Finale Mulder's early mornings with Miracle Baby No. 2.

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Babe on hip, she made her way down the stairs and around the house to find Mulder and Jackson and a tin bathtub. ‘Dare I even ask?’

Mulder beamed proudly, ‘it’s a bathtub, Scully!’

‘I can see that. But we have a bathtub, Mulder....’

‘Yeah, but that bathtub is in the bathroom.’

Scully stared at him blankly, ‘yes. I’m not quite sure I understand the implied problem of the bath being in the bathroom.’

‘It’s a paddling pool,’ Jackson explained, ‘it was behind the outbuilding.’

‘No.’

Post-Finale Miracle Baby No. 2, Mulder, Scully, Jackson, and Doggett enjoy the summer.

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‘No biting, kiddo.’

‘But I’m a vampire!’ She lisps, and, honestly, what hope is there for the world with the amount of cuteness before her going into it. Maybe she’s getting soft in her old age, but Scully’s convinced that her daughter could take over the whole world with just a sly smile and a flash of innocent eyes.

‘Yes, you are, darling,’ she lifts her onto her hip, ‘but vampires don’t bite their mommies.’

‘Actually, Renesmee did,’ Jackson points out, ruffling his sister’s hair as he passes, chucking her a chocolate kiss as he takes one for himself from the bowl.

And of course that’s when Mulder has to stick his head around the corner, ‘firstly, Renesmee was only half vampire. And secondly, more importantly, she was fictional. Twilight vampires don’t count.’

Post-Finale Jackson and the second Miracle Baby watch their parents bicker about vampires (and Sheriff Hartwell.)

Mother's Day

Scully spun around, just as she went to hammer on Jackson’s door. Her children grinned at her from the kitchen, innocent faces surrounded by a haze of smoke.

Her eyes flicked to the clock on the wall: half seven on a Sunday. ...

‘We burnt the toast.’

‘You burnt the…what? I-‘

A tumble, thud, yell and groan interrupted her as Mulder crashed down the stairs. ‘Melissa…not in bed!’ He gasped, drawing a smoky breath into his winded lungs.

‘Mulder…’ she pointed to the two young offenders. ‘They burnt the toast.’

Post-Finale Scully and Mulder dash from the bedroom, panicked by the smell of smoke.

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He lets her sleep in, turns her alarm off and leaves under cover of darkness, intercepts Sammi as she comes barrelling across the landing towards their bedroom, ‘woah, Kid, not today. Mommy’s sleeping in.’

‘She sick?’

He chuffs a laugh as he swings her up onto his shoulders, shaking his head as he lopes downstairs with her, ‘no, it’s just a special day today.’

‘Like Christmas?’

‘Not quite, Honey,’ he sits her on the kitchen counter and gets to work making pancakes, ‘today’s our anniversary.’

The pre-schooler mulls that over, her sleep-mussed curls bouncing as she tilts her head in contemplation, ‘what’s an anibersary?’

Mulder and Scully's anniversaries through the years.

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I watch as she follows Mom down the small flight of stairs and runs into the arms of her nephews, Daniel and Matthew, and niece, Briana. Her face lights up from the sheer joy of seeing these children surround her with their hugs and kisses.

Then I see Charlie and Billy rise from their seats and walk over to her. She tries to untangle herself from the embraces of the children in order to give them a proper greeting, but gives up and simply reaches over the little ones' heads and embraces her brothers in a hug.

Karen and Tara soon take their husbands' places, and I watch the women greet one another warmly. Some minutes pass by when I hear my name spoken aloud.

"Hey, Dana? Ya finally did us all a favor and left Mulder at home?"

How is it Bill Scully, Jr. can manage to make me feel about as valuable as the soil a potted plant sits in?

AU-- In this multi-part series, S5 Mulder is whooshed into the Scully family's traditions, parties, and thinly-veiled feasts (at Maggie's insistence), experiencing the ups and downs of complicated family dynamics (and bullying therein) firsthand.

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