#msr

[lunaetsaturnus]

love all the parallels between josh exley/arthur dales and mulder/scully in ‘the unnatural’, but it is objectively funny that in the 1990’s the writers represented the existence of romantic feelings between the male and female leads who have been all over each other for YEARS as covertly as the feelings between the two men who have literally just been introduced. #myequality — chris carter, probably

[lunaetsaturnus]

[dabeth-is-dead]

Shout-out to Mulder and Scully for hugging so much! Specifically during moments of severe emotional distress and subsequent breakdown.

Also, shout-out to every time Mulder or Scully kisses the other on the forehead!

[supertrouperrr]

My dear friends Dana Scully and Fox Mulder are being held hostage by Chris Carter.

[dartmoorpixie]

When She Wakes Up - Chapter Two - ‘I don’t want to be alone.’ .✦ ݁˖

Rating: E | Wordcount: 4,509 | C. 2/?

Read on AO3! Pleease. Tagging @today-in-fic <3

cw: very heavy emotions, discussions of comas & life-threatening conditions.

He never thought that this would happen, that something would be so far out of the realm of possibility that Scully would have to be convincing him. 

But here she was, ghostly and insistent and nearly tangible. 

No, she wasn’t ghostly, because they would have called. They would have called if anything worse had happened to her, if she had slipped away from him. 

Or perhaps they were calling, right now, and his imagination was too busy conjuring up this little torture scenario and keeping him too distracted to answer his damn phone. 

‘Ok, what is the last thing that you remember?’ Mulder asked, wrapping his hands tighter around the glass of water he couldn’t yet bring himself to sip from.

She was pacing, her posture as proper and intimidating as ever. He sat on his couch, just perched on the edge like he was afraid to touch the leather. 

‘We were on a case.. or, no, I was on a case..’ She shook her head lightly, then looked up. 

The expression on her face forced him to drop his eyes back down to his hands again. 

‘.. In New York,’ she added, quieter. 

‘Mmmh-hmm.’ He waited, afraid of the next moment, the one where she remembered. 

‘And then… I got home from New York, and I came straight here.’ She narrowed her eyes, almost trying to convince herself of the memory. 

‘Straight here? From New York? It’s the middle of the night. You were that desperate to see me, Scully?’

‘I… we would have had case notes to go over. I would..’ 

He blinked, and again, waited. 

‘It’s…’ She looked down at her clothes, neat and pressed, fitted and neutral, not an airplane wrinkle in sight. Exactly how she’d remembered putting them on this morning. In New York. 

‘Scully..’ 

‘Why can’t I touch anything?’ she asked, her tone panicked as she stepped back. 

‘You can touch me.’ 

‘And only you! I can’t hold anything else!’ 

‘How did you get here? Did you drive?’ 

‘Of course I drove! Do you think… what, you think I..?’ She was panting, her vision narrowing like a caught animal, tunnelling around a truth she wouldn’t face. 

Mulder stormed to the window and twitched his curtain with practised hands.

‘Your car’s not here,’ he said slowly. 

‘Maybe I’m parked around the corner,’ she snapped, the anger giving her a glimmer of control over the unraveling sensation in her stomach. 

He turned back to his room, expecting her to be gone. Why wasn’t Scully gone? Was Scully gone? 

He was pacing alongside her then, taking opposite paths around a tattered coffee table, little paranoid laps of united despair. 

‘Scully, you were shot,’ he said finally, exhaling. ‘In New York.’

She ceased her pacing, stopping him abruptly in his own tracks. 

‘Mulder, don’t be ridiculous! You don’t think I’d remember a thing like being shot?!’ 

He ran his hand over his forehead and dragged it up into his hair, pressing everything back with desperation.

With a long, painful sigh, he held out his hand for her without meeting her eyes. 

‘Come on,’ he said, regretfully. 

CONTINUE READING ON AO3 <3

[looking-another-way]

Hi! Is part 1 of "a reconstructed struggle" the only piece of XF fic you've published? What a lovely, lovely piece. I cannot believe I just came across it. The section where Scully comes to the realization that Mulder has been waiting for *her* and she goes through the list of how he's declared his love for her, and the rain description, and the tenderness - just really stunning. I felt like I was there with them. I'm hoping you have a ton more stories and I’m just missing something here!

It is indeed the only piece of XF fic I've ever officially published. Now that pt. 2 is up, I can say it's actually the first fic from any fandom that I've ever finished!

The ideas themselves have never been the problem. And dialogue is always floating around in my head. I historically have a terrible problem with getting 95% of the way there and then throwing my hands up and abandoning when one paragraph doesn't sound the way I want it to sound. I also have a pretty demanding Real Life job, and parenting, and, and, and. But my daughter's a teenager now, and I am occasionally finding pockets of time I never had before.

Thank you for the message, I'm so glad something that's lived with me on and off for so many years resonated with someone else! ❤️

[ct-3119]

people always talk about how odd it was that msr were acting like That within like a day of knowing each other and i need you all to know it is completely normal for them to act like That because they are actually lesbians

[katebeckets]

thinking about how scully is on vacation and taking a relaxing bubble bath and then is like "hmmm, this is nice. but you know what would make this absolutely perfect? calling mulder so we can talk about zombies"