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"Herrenvolk"
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Gillian Anderson
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Kelso Drugs / Traverse City, MI “Unruhe”
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A few months ago I was asked to write a little story for the program schedule that everyone would get at PhileFest. I was delighted to be asked and so I sent off three possibilities and the last one was chosen. Now that the weekend is over, (sadly, as it was amazing) I can share all the ones I wrote.
I hope you enjoy them. ❤️
In Another Life
Little glimpses into how life could have gone…
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Chapter One
November 2001
William giggled as Mulder pushed him in the baby swing at the park. He was bundled against the chilly day, in a dark blue full bodysuit and a blue beanie with yellow stars on it.
They had been to the park a few times, but oddly enough William had not enjoyed the swings until recently, crying every time they had placed him in it. Now though, he laughed when he was being gently pushed.
“I’m glad he likes it now,” Mulder said, giving him another small push. “Not much else he can really do here just yet.”
“True. Though he did like the slide with you last time,” Scully said, taking pictures of William as he laughed.
“You mean when I hit my knee and limped home?”
“Well... I didn’t say you liked it,” she teased and he chuckled with a nod.
“Do you think the ducks will still be at the little pond? He liked them too.”
“We can look and see,” Scully said with a shrug, slowing the swing and kissing William’s flushed cheeks. “You want to see the ducks, sweetheart? Yeah, let’s see if we can find them.”
She took him from the swing and he protested for a second before he was turned around and allowed to see the park as they walked toward the pond. Mulder put his arm around Scully’s shoulders and kissed first William’s head and then hers.
“Have I mentioned today that I love you?” he asked and she smiled.
“You have. But not for a couple of hours.”
“Well, that’s unacceptable,” he said, shaking his head.
“I mean, I have been wondering,” she teased him, bumping him with her arm as William blew loud raspberries.
“Hmm…” he hummed, pulling her closer and pressing his nose to her head and then kissing her again. “It’s never good if you’re left wondering.”
“Mulder,” she said, shaking her head. “Oh look, the ducks are still here. Look, William. See the ducks? Wow, there’s quite a few. And we don’t have anything to feed them. They won’t like that, I don’t think.”
“Eh, it’ll be okay,” Mulder said, moving his arm from her shoulders and putting his hands in his pockets.
Scully sat down with William in her lap when they reached the small pond. The ducks quacked softly as they swam closer, but still kept their distance, watching them curiously.
“Yeah, I don’t think they’ll get much closer. But look, William. Look at the ducks. Hear them quacking? They’re saying hello to you. Say hi, ducks.” She waved his little pudgy hand at the ducks and William squealed happily.
Mulder knelt down beside them, his heart racing as he took the small jewelry box from his pocket and opened it. He watched her watching the ducks, laughing as she held William’s hand, and he loved her even more.
“Next time we’ll need to bring some bread or something,” she said, turning to glance at him then looking back at the ducks.
A few seconds passed and she looked back at him, her eyes wide.
“Mulder,” she whispered, looking down at the golden ring in the black box. “What are you doing?”
“Working up the nerve to ask you to marry me,” he whispered back, the ducks quacking louder as William squealed again.
“You…”
“Will you marry me, Scully?” he asked, swallowing hard as he waited for her answer.
“Mulder… I never thought…” She stared at him and he smiled, knowing it was not something they had really discussed. “Yes. Yes, I will.”
“You will?” he asked, somewhat surprised.
“Did you want me to say no?” she asked, laughing softly.
“No,” he said quickly. “No, I didn’t.”
“Would you like me to say I need some time to think about it?” she asked, smiling happily.
“No,” he said, shaking his head and moving closer to her. “No, I don’t.”
“Then yes, Mulder. Yes, I will marry you.”
“Good.”
He slipped the ring on her finger, his hands shaking slightly. She looked at the ring and then him, her eyes shining as she smiled.
A loud quack from the ducks pulled their attention, both of them laughing as they turned to look at them. William laughed and bounced excitedly on Scully’s lap as Mulder sat beside Scully, his arm going around her shoulders.
“I love you,” she said, laying her head on his shoulder.
“I love you too,” he said, his head resting on hers as he closed his eyes and smiled.
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Thank you for existing, 1995 photo shoot.
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THE X-FILES (1993-2018) | 4.02 'Home' / 4.05 'The Field Where I Died'
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HII!! Can you write a fic where Scully and Mulder have sex on top of the washing machine? btw, I love your art!
Scully has always enjoyed doing laundry after a case out of town. Something about being back in one’s own comfortable territory, settling into the scent of crisp detergent and fragrant dryer sheets. She appreciates the order, the simple fulfilling task of watching a tumble of wilted, filthy clothing become fresh and downy and organized. It's the same reason she always has clean linens on her bed before every trip so there's something nice to come home to after trudging in from the dingy airport.
Tonight is no different. She can hear Mulder tinkering around in her kitchen, clearing away the boxes from their shared order of takeout and loading their handful of plates in the dishwasher. The new-ish, steadily-becoming-familiar domesticity soothes and gratifies her. She's eager to crawl into her own bed again after nearly three weeks on the road, the thought of curling into fresh sheets and feathery pillows made even sweeter by the knowledge that Mulder will be nestled right there beside her tonight.
She's right in the midst of folding the last few cloths in a small bundle of hand towels when a pair of strong arms wrap smoothly around her middle and she feels a soft kiss just beneath her ear. Her eyes drift closed momentarily as she presses back into the welcoming warmth of her partner as he leans over her shoulder.
"Mm, you smell good. You almost ready to go to bed?" he grumbles, pressing another lingering, equally tender kiss into her hair. She smiles, pauses her folding momentarily to bask in this easy affection, also still so new but becoming happily familiar.
“Almost,” she tilts her head to encourage him access to her sensitive neck and he quickly complies, the bristles of his scruff scratching enticingly against her skin, “The wash has about ten minutes left and then I can start the dryer. Mm, that’s nice.”
"Ten minutes?" he nibbles at the skin where neck meets shoulder, “I don’t know if I wanna wait that long.” He pushes her forward slightly, causing the entire length of his body to mold deliciously against hers. She hums then rotates within the loop of his arms, her palms sliding sensuously over the satisfying slope of his pectoral muscles. His eyes are slightly droopy from exhaustion but also from the adoration that until recently he rarely displayed fully on his countenance. 
“Wait that long for what?” She plays into his bit, even tossing in a character-consistent eyebrow raise for good measure. He pauses just long enough so that she's able to see his lopsided grin before his lips meet hers.
His tongue is wet and relentless in her mouth, his obvious hunger for her driving a soft moan from her throat. The washing machine is now pressed against her jean-clad behind, the steady hum and vibrations of the cycle prompting her to push her hips forward into his. Already she can feel the bulge of his burgeoning arousal between her legs and she gives another little thrust. Now it's his turn to moan.
His hands slide down from around her waist to grasping the sides of her ass, a quick squeeze in the form of a question.
“Yes,” she manages to mutter into his partially open mouth, and that’s all the permission he needs to undo her jeans and slide them and her panties halfway down her thighs. Immediately his eager paw is between her legs, his fingers lightly brushing against her pubic hair. Their mouths are still messily meeting and missing each other, parting with a noisy smack as he hoists her up slightly so that her bare ass is just perched on the edge of the still vibrating machine. Thankfully the metal isn't cold enough to distract her from the heartbreakingly devoted way he gazes at her while he fumbles his erection out of his jeans, giving himself a slow little stroke. It’s so conflictingly tender and perverse that she feels a delicious little flip in her tummy and bites her lip to keep from sighing in arousal. O My God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, for my partner is looking at me as though I’m the answer to all the mysteries of the universe and I can’t say no to his hands….
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, and she can tell peripherally by the movement of his shoulder that he’s still touching himself, “I need you Scully. Baby, I need you.” She’s already given him permission, however implausible the particulars of this current sexual circumstance, but she still nods again knowing he always loves her enthusiasm. She pops her hips forward one last time and between their fumbling hands they manage to slide the solid heat of him into the soft heat of her.
As soon as he’s tucked inside her, her head falls back and she almost slips off the edge of the washing machine, which is still rumbling cheerily along. Mulder’s thrusts begin slow, but between them not having sex for a stressful and busy three weeks and their mutual fatigue, she knows he's not going to last very long. He's already panting in that whiney, vulnerable way that makes her want to cradle him while possessively sinking her teeth into his shoulder. Without even really meaning too, she finds herself nestling her hand down between their clashing groins, lovingly seeking out her clit. The first brush of the pad of her middle finger is heaven—after all, it's been just as long for her as it's been for him. Between the aching stretch of him inside her and her own caress, she thinks she honestly might catch up with him.
“Oh yeah,” he coos, his voice raspy, “oh Scully, oh yeah, touch yourself...make yourself feel good baby, oh yeah...oh...."
Yes it's her own fingers, but truth be told it's the raw, rampant need and reverence she hears in his voice that tips her over into a brief but still luscious orgasm that makes her toes curl. God bless him she can feel him sliding clumsy little kisses up her jaw right before he whimpers in her ear, spilling his warmth into her. She tries to ignore the fact that they most certainly just made it necessary to start another load of laundry and instead focuses on the homey, sandalwood scent of his collarbone.
“Is uh...is the room spinning or is that the Whirlpool?” He jokes weakly a few moments after their gasps eventually slow, palming the back of her head in a clumsily affectionate manner. She chuffs and rolls her eyes, peeking over at the cycle dial.
“Actually I think it stopped about halfway through my—" she blushes and is unable to complete her sentence when she catches sight of his proud, gleeful smile. While it’d be easy to attribute his preening to machismo/prowess/ego, she knows in actuality he’s just thrilled he’s pleased her. She can’t blame him…he deserves to be proud more than any other man she’s been with.
“Damn, we beat the washing machine? That’s gotta be some kind of record, Scully. I mean I think the fastest you've come was—"
She slaps his bicep and tells him to shut up and help her load the dryer.
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even on my happiest days at work I don’t come close to “Fox Mulder finding Eugene Tooms in the 1903 census data” levels of happy. 
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Happy 30th anniversary to the X-Files!
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The Truth is still out there. THE X FILES 30th Anniversary
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David suporting the writers / actors strike.
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Scully! I brought lunch 🙄
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gillian anderson at the 1998 golden globes
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The ‘accidental’ boob rub: I’ll leave it up to Mulder to explain his theory:-
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mulder & scully + face to face
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(some of) my favourite lines from The X Files 5.12 Bad Blood
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