#scully x reader

[buzziightqueer]

trying to find scully reader fics to feed my delusions

[vvventanni]

ITS PRIDE

So have some gay fanfic.

Safe When I'm With You (Ch. 3/3)

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Lesbian!Dana Scully, Scully/Reader

Even in only a year, and with many things of Dana’s day-to-day being highly secretive, you felt like you knew everything about her. Except where she currently was or how she was doing. -- You haven't heard from Scully in 4 weeks. But It's your anniversary and you are going out of your mind with worry. When you finally reunite she looks deathly pale and exhuasted but nothing matters except holding her in your arms again and nursing her back to health. Cuddles in bed are a pretty good fix too. Set after S1x20 "Darkness Falls". ❤️🤍🩷❤️🤍🩷❤️🤍🩷❤️🤍🩷

[thursdaygxrls]

….ummm what if i wrote for scully and mulder???

[syntheticfoxfire]

Coming Home | Dana Scully | [A, F]

Summary: Scully knows that her work puts a serious strain on your relationship. So returning after she was nearly killed by a swarm of ancient green mites, she doesn’t expect you to be waiting for her. Word count: 1.7k

Walking towards her front door, Scully felt like a criminal expecting her sentence. Her legs felt shaky, her body still rather weak even afters weeks of treatment. Two or three more hours and she’d be dead. That was a lot to swallow. The feeling of her skin crawling with mites was still fresh in her memory and it made her feel uncomfortable in her own skin. Usually she’d prefer to be left alone after a case; to have some time to fully process everything that has happened on her own before someone else tries to dig into it with her. Today was an exception.

She knew how worried you got every time she was injured on duty. She knew very well how much it was breaking your heart to see her hurt. She knew that this was the thing that was most damaging to your relationship. She understood. If it was the other way around, she’d feel the same way.

The last few big cases were… bad. Almost getting torn apart by some strange beast, getting shot… It was all adding up and she knew you were on edge, that it was getting harder for you to keep it together, to cope. And so she also knew that this incident must have been the last straw.

They told her that they informed you about the severity of her state, of course not the exact reason, but you were informed about how serious the situation was. Which however lead to you only being informed about at-Death’s-door Scully being admitted to a medical facility to be treated and that she might not make it. And that you won’t be able to see her. No further information would be provided.

She couldn’t begin to imagine how scared you must have been. Weeks without any updates until she was well enough to be released. That call she had to make herself. She kept it short, simple. Telling you she was being released and when she’ll be coming home.

She would be furious had it been the other way around. And considering all the incidents before… She had a hard time imagining that anyone would be able to handle it. The constant fear, the lack of information and updates. Especially since it was hardly a rare occurrence.

So coming home this time, she wasn’t expecting a note.

She opened the door and stepped inside. Closing the door behind her, she lingered while locking it. But there was no use trying to avoid the inevitable. She already knew, hasn’t she? She noticed your coat and jackets were missing from the hanger in the hall. She could only imagine how the dresser in her bedroom would look like.

She barely managed to drag herself to the kitchen and get a glass of water. No note, as expected. She’d lie if she said it didn’t hurt. That none of it hurt. She was understanding though, she wasn’t mad or disappointed, sad even. She was just numb. And tired. First, she’d sleep and then… well, she probably should cry but right now it hurt too much to even do that.

She walked up the stairs, hesitating in front of her bedroom door. What would she do if her expectations were true? What if the room really was bare of all your possessions? Would she really fall asleep without your presence lingering in the room?

With bated breath, she pushed the door open gently.

She was expecting to see a lot of things and mentally prepared herself for all of them. But this she haven’t expected.

You were lying on her bed, cuddled under the covers with your face buried in her shirt which you clung to like a child would to their blanket.

There were few things that could take her breath away, other than Mulder’s theories, yet the sight in front of her most definitely counted among them.

In disbelief but with a quiet chuckle she carefully sat down next to you. She stroked your cheek gingerly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You hummed and turned slightly. One of yours eyes opened. You smiled, ashamed. You tried to hide the incriminating shirt but she stopped you by putting her hand over yours.

“Hey,” you greeted with hoarse, sleepy voice.

“Hey,” she smiled back, hardly holding back the adoration in her look.

“Sorry, I know you want to be alone, I just… I needed to see you. I missed you,” you said with casted down eyes.

She shook her head, her hand coming back up to keep caressing your cheek.

“No, I actually really wished you’d be here,” she confessed. You noticed how shaky her voice sounded.

Frowning, you sat up. “What’s wrong?” you asked. You shifted closer, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She shook her head with a weak laugh. “Well, I didn’t see your things in the hall and with everything that happened I assumed…” she didn’t need to continue for you to understand.

You bit your lip. This was a tricky territory. You were aware that this wouldn’t be the first of her relationships that would end because of her job. Still, unable to come up with a reassuring speech quick enough and absolutely not allowing for your silence to be misunderstood, you chose the first-things-first approach.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I just spilled some coffee on my coat while I was out and decided to just wash all of them while at it. I must have slept through the washing cycle,” you explained. It earned you a fond smile.

“Besides,” you sighed, shifting close enough to embrace her, “We’re both adults. I wouldn’t just abandon you without even giving you a chance of closure. Should anything happen between us that would lead to a break up, I can at least promise you that we’ll talk about it and everything.”

She nodded, leaning into your arms until she was hugging you back, pulling you close. “Thank you,” she said. She allowed herself a moment of peace. Just a moment without the doubts proding in her brain. It was too short. “Then does it mean that,” she swallowed, “Well, that we’re still…?”

You pulled away. She let you without a protest. It felt miserable, to see her like this. Steeling herself against something that would not come. You cupped her cheek, stroking her skin with your thumb.

“Dana, I won’t leave you just because things are hard,” you sighed, “We’re still together, dating and very happy – that is if you want?” you smiled at her, leaning closer to hover your lips over hers. She closed the gap, finally smiling herself.

She didn’t let you pull away, instead she helped you into her lap. You obeyed, pleased, and put your hands around her neck. Her hands were on your waist, holding you steady and close as she kissed you breathless.

Her lips were soft and warm against yours. Careful at first, but her kisses soon grew deeper, more urgent. Fingers dug into your flesh. Her tongue slipped into your mouth and you let her dominate, explore, mark as hers. Only when you really needed to breathe did she let you escape her care, but still she kept you close. Foreheads touching and noses brushing together, you were both smiling.

“I love you,” you whispered breathlessly.

“I love you too. Just what I did to deserve you,” she wondered aloud, peppering light kisses along your jawline.

You hummed. “You’re very loving, absolutely adorable, very kind,” you counted, “and you also keep us safe from the little green men.”

She laughed against your skin exciting a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

“That’s not really what I’m doing but thank you anyway,” she teased, “besides Mulder tells me they’re actually little gray men.”

“Well, tell him I said thanks for the info but he’s still getting his ass kicked for this one,” you mumbled. The displeasure was obvious in your voice.

“I’m sorry,” she said equally quietly. She buried her head into your shoulder.

You shook your head. You began brushing your fingers through her hair. Anything to distract yourself from the anxious thoughts running through your head. The scenarios and what-ifs that lingered there even though she was home, safe, alive in your arms. You let out a shaky breath. You kiss her forehead.

“I was just scared, that’s all. Well, terrified, restless… I didn’t know what I’d do if you…” you take a few seconds to compose yourself. You feel her tense under your hands. “But none of that is your fault, okay? No one could anticipate this. And I know you’ve done everything you could to stay as safe as you could,” you speak softly, reassuringly, all the while running your hands through her hair. She nods against your body but you feel her shaking. You hold her tighter and tighter still when you feel the wetness seeping through your shirt.

You let her cry, remind her that it’s okay. That she’s safe and loved, and that no one is upset with her. Your hands slide down to her waist when she straightens and leans against you, forehead touching. She needs you close as much as you need her. You talk like that about the whole ordeal. Well, she does. You just listen and provide reassurance and stupid jokes when needed.

You stay in the comfortable position even after all have been said. Touching, caressing. Until she yawns and you smile.

“Time to get you to bed,” you tease, pushing on her shoulders to make her fall backwards on the mess you made of covers. She laughs, pulling you down with her. She kisses you, softly.

“Will you stay with me?” she asks and it’s vulnerable and heart wrenching. You kiss her again with the same tenderness.

“Of course, just let me check the coat and jackets. I’ll be just a minute,” you promise and leave her in the bedroom to change as you put your things in the drier.

When you get back, she’s already in her pyjamas and waiting for you under the covers. You snuggle to her, enveloping her in a tight embrace. She hums in satisfaction and scoots closer until she’s pressed against you. You smile, kissing her forehead.

“Missed me, huh?” you purr and nuzzle her soft hair.

“I always miss you,” she says gently, honestly. And you know she does.

Slowly, wrapped in each other’s warmth, you drift off to sleep together.

[lillylvjy]

"give me women" is most definitely the best line you've ever had- now for scully content!!

she admires you from afar for a good while, not really conscious of her feelings or what they mean but still having this affection and care for you

mulder pestering her about it "you like them, don't you?" and her getting all defensive and red

very soft and sweet !!

loves leaving little kisses on your forehead or cheek or the crown of your head

I have more but- I'll add those later

Give me women anyday-

Bro- she’s staring. And she doesn’t try to hide it either. Definitely gets caught in her thoughts about you and how she feels. She’s just a little confused on her feelings.

No because once mulder says it out loud she’s like- “oh fuck yeah.”

Oml- I love her. She’s always soft and shut with the person she loves. She’s- very protective and will do anything for you.

Especially if we’re on a case and I’m sitting down and looking at the file over again and- “darling stop thinking too hard. That’s mulders job.”

GIVE ME MORE

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[writinginatree]

Dana Scully x female!reader - Be my girlfriend?

Warnings: Fear of rejection

"Soo.. are you and Mulder a thing?"

Dana looked up from her food in surprise. The two of you were having a girls-night at her place, eating fast food and watching TV.

"What?"

You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "Well, I've seen you two together and you seemed pretty close, so I can't help but wonder if there's something going on between you."

She shook her head, laughing a little. "No. We're friends, that's all. I don't have any romantic feelings for Mulder."

You let out a silent sigh of relief. "Oh, okay. Good."

Dana raised her eyebrows "Good?"

You felt your face grow hot with embarrassment and tried to play it off by joking "Well, if you and him were a thing you probably wouldn't have any time for poor little me anymore."

She laughed. "I would never choose any guy over you, so you needn't worry about that." More serious she added "But that wasn't really what you were worried about, was it?"

You laughed nervously. "What? I-" you cleared your throat "I don't know what you mean."

You knew Dana could tell that you were lying but you hoped she would let it go.

She didn't.

"Come on Y/N, you can tell me."

You hesitated. You really didn't want to have this conversation right now, to be absolutely honest you weren't even sure if you wanted to have this conversation at all, ever. But, even though this wasn't what you had had in mind for today, now was as good a time as any to tell Dana you loved her. And there were only two ways this could go, either she would end your friendship right here and now or, which seemed much less likely to your insecure heart and mind, she would return your feelings. Either way there would be no more doubts, no more 'What if's' running through your mind, no more pining in secret, no more being jealous when she told you about a guy she went on a date with.

So, with a sigh, you admitted the scary truth. "I'm glad you don't have feelings for Mulder because I was jealous. Because.." You hesitated again, but there was no turning back now. "Because I love you."

You didn't dare to look at Dana's face, for fear of what you would see there, but if you had, all you would have seen would be a look of mild surprise, which turned into a bright smile.

Since you had been so prepared to be met with rejection you were startled when Dana reached for your face and softly told you "Hey, look at me, Sweetie."

You raised your eyes and saw the woman you loved smiling at you.

She cupped your face with her hands and said what you never would have believed possible "I love you too, Y/N."

It seemed to good to be true, all you could do was stutter out "You- You do?" and look at her with amazement.

Dana chuckled a little and said "Yes, silly, I do."

She leaned in, keeping eye contact. Only just before your lips met did she close her eyes, and when they did you thought your heart was going to explode from racing so fast.

The kiss had been soft and sweet but not very long, yet you were breathless when it ended.

Slowly you began to realise that this was actually happening, not just a dream and a huge smile appeared on your face. Dana smiled back at you.

"Wow. I must be the luckiest girl alive."

"No, I think that must be me. If you will agree to be my girlfriend, that is." Dana said.

"God, yes. Of course I will." you answered before capturing your girlfriends lips in another kiss.