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fbisgayesttrio · 9 months
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(correct answer is Bill btw)
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randomfoggytiger · 2 months
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Writing Patterns
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Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
"I Know You. It’s What I Do."
The hulking shadow had vanished from the tunnel mouth, slipping through cold, faded stone as easily as mist; and taken her partner with him. Mulder’s ferocious “FBI--” wilted into an unanswered echo while she yelled for him, hit the rock, hit it again, and began pushing, shoving each of the weathered corners to find a weak spot. 
"You're Not Here, Dana-- You're a Million Miles Away"
He didn’t know what had gone wrong.
The Hospital Where You Slept
The world shrank to his beating heart, desperate inhalations, and freezing sweat.
“Think He’ll Call You Tonight”
Charlie was the one that convinced their father. 
"You Up For Joining Us?"
Bill had arranged it with Dana ahead of time: Dad’s first mates guarding the perimeters while Charlie, Hessa, and the kids stood inflexibly in the middle. 
"Mr. Mulder, I Know Something About You"
The first time Bill heard the name Fox Mulder was the day after his sister and her partner were sucked almost dry and hospitalized in Washington State for nearly two weeks.
Eight Nights of Mulder: Day 8, Lights
Lights catching and sliding off of files, lots and lots of files, hearts beating in time with their feet, breaths hitching with the heady flurry of the past few days-- wondrous resurrections and answers in their hands and dangers rumbling quick and powerful behind them.
Eight Nights of Mulder: Day 7, Latkes
Mulder stopped mid-signature, holidays at his grandparent’s house slamming into focus as Agent… as one of the agents swept by with a wide smile and a plateful of food.
Eight Nights of Mulder: Day 6, Dreidel
“Yes, Mom, yes, I will-- what? You… what? Yes, yes I-- yes, Mom, I got it. Yes, I’ll tell him. Mom, Mulder’s here I have to go--” 
Eight Nights of Mulder: Day 4 and 5, Endurance and Miracles
Mulder stood as far as he could from the blood and the gore and the rotting scent of failure, willing the ocean air to leech the exhaustion from his bones.  
and
“Mulder? We need to follow the ambulance back.” 
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frogsmulder · 1 year
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When Scully got her cancer diagnosis, she would have updated her will and how willing are you to bet Bill was pissed when he saw it was mostly Mulder and their mom in it
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deathsbestgirl · 1 year
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i actually wish we got more of bill scully. because it’s so easy to hate him, but like, i’d like to believe at some point he had a good relationship with scully. (but jesus i am so glad i don’t have brothers?! between my mom’s childhood stories and what he does to little dana is *horrifying*) so when and why did that change? was it the fbi and then even worse after mulder? does he experience any empathy? or is he a ~pop psychologist~ just to horribly psychoanalyze & dismiss his sister? but damn. you can see the logic & skepticism runs in the family but i can’t help but feel he hates women and for some reason, most especially dana. and i just don’t want to believe maggie scully could raise a man like that. and the scully family seemed to have a pretty good family life even with navy hardships. so idk.
anyone have fic recs that include bill & the scully family?
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katy-kt-katie · 1 year
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The Wedding Party: Chapter 3
Fic Rating: Explicit
9 Chapters, posted daily chock full of tropes, inspired by this photo!
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“And I hate my asshole brother. He has no right to tell me what to do. And honestly if dating you is his worst nightmare, I’m just gonna let him think we’re together.” She sighed and shook her head. “I’m sorry Mulder, it’s not fair of me to force you to play along.”
Mulder flashed her a devilish smile, “Scully…if playing along means I get to mess with Bill and hang with you all night? Then I’m in, let’s pretend we are together.”
She giggled. “How far are you willing to take this, Mulder? I mean my mom is already convinced we’re secretly dating, so it won’t bother her at all.”
“I’m willing to take this as far as you want.” He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and whispered, “He’s staring at us right now.”
“Let’s give him a show then, huh?” She smiled and whispered. “Pull me into you.”
He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her flush against him–so close she stumbled a tiny bit—and her shoe landed on top of his foot. He didn’t say anything, she was so light it didn’t hurt at all. They both turned their gaze onto Bill, shooting him smug looks like they didn’t give a fuck that he was watching them cuddle.
“We could kiss?” Scully suggested, whispering up into his ear. “The cheek kisses seem to really piss him off, imagine if he sees you kissing me on the lips.”
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cock-holliday · 2 years
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Bill Scully says “MSR (Derogatory)”
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agent-troi · 1 year
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I have a new headcanon that all of the Scully children are in some way psychic except for Bill
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Apparently all Scullys possess the ability to look absolutely done with Mulder’s shit.
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sarahwatchesthings · 1 year
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Bill Scully is obnoxious. Never was inclined to like him after the snake murder story.
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Bill is 100% in his right to hate Mulder. We as the audience know he’s a good dude but if my sister was kidnapped in part because of her partner’s negligence, I’d have some feelings about him. If my sister who was dying of cancer missed christmas dinner to work and her work was getting dragged around by a nut looking for aliens, I would also hate her coworker. If my sister started low key stalking my neighbors’ kid as a trauma response and her coworker flew across the country and encouraged it, I would also hate him. If my dying sister’s coworker encouraged her to put a chip in the back of her neck, I would also hate him. If my sister’s coworker got her pregnant than went MIA for MONTHS possibly even faking his death only to come back as things were calming down, make everything worse, and then have to leave her to raise the kid herself because he’s wanted for TREASON?! He’d 100% be on my shit list.
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Bigger than the whole sky // dana scully
Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?
Did some force take you because I didn't pray?
Every single thing to come has turned into ashes
'Cause it's all over, it's not meant to be
So I'll say words I don't believe
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amplifyme · 2 years
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Christ on a cracker, why am I doing this to myself???
I think the muse is jonesing for angst. Bad muse!
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randomfoggytiger · 3 months
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"Mr. Mulder, I Know Something About You"
(Dedicated to @baronessblixen for her fascinating idea: Bill Scully giving Tom Colton and Ethan Minette binders bulging with dirt on one Fox Mulder. This took a slightly different path, though.)
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The first time Bill heard the name Fox Mulder was the day after his sister and her partner were sucked almost dry and hospitalized in Washington State for nearly two weeks. One fuzzy, panicked call from Tara and one fuzzier, harried call from his mom sketched in the slim details: Dana was on the mend, she’d been investigating a missing loggers’ case with her partner--
“What 'partner'? She’s in the field?” 
She had been, for months. He’d forgotten to ask at their father’s funeral, convinced that her height and lack of experience had kept her teaching at Quantico. 
“Dana's mentioned him once before, I think. You know how tight-lipped she is about her life.”  
“Mom, do I need to come home? Is she….”
“No, Bill-- but I’ll call you if she takes a turn for the worse.” 
So, Bill stayed on board; and Dana got better, and Tara celebrated over the phone, and Maggie remembered the name: Fox Mulder. 
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The second time Bill heard the name Fox Mulder were the days following his sister’s abduction. 
His mother talked of little else-- with Dana’s captor dead, any possible leads had died with him. There was nothing now but faith and hope.  
“But I believe Fox will call as soon as he finds her.” 
Fox. His sister, Tara had told him, still called him Mulder. Then again, Tara’s attention was currently wrapped up in calendars and planners and endless negatives. For that matter, his was, too; and what little time he had to think of family he thought of her, alone, counting the rising costs of their countless tries, alone, while he worked as often as he could to forget to cover those costs and forget his own loneliness. And his sister, somewhere, alone; and his mother back in Maryland, alone.
Dana and her former partner’s professional relationship wasn’t a top priority, or even a distant concern.  
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The third time Bill heard the name Fox Mulder was after promising his eldest sister that Tara would try her fertility herbs. His wife was curled up on one side, quiet, and Melissa stuck her toes in his other side, slyly smiling.
“Now that that’s out of the way,” she concluded, setting aside the herb pouch and pinning him with her eyes, “why haven’t you given Dana a call? She hasn’t said it, but she’s been expecting one.” 
“Don’t start, Missy.” He’d have disengaged, too, but Tara’s head was pressing into his shoulder, a sure sign she was falling asleep. And sleep was precious these days, what with the hormone shots and regular appointments and never-ending stress. He’d promised to shoulder her stresses for nine more weeks; and whether this was a test or not, Bill Scully had and would never back down from his word. 
Melissa, opportunistic woman that she was, had banked on it, waiting for her sister-in-law’s “dozing” tea to kick in before launching the subject. “Billy, you know you want to talk to her. What’s the problem? I mean, she almost… we almost lost her. Why can’t you let whatever you’re holding onto--” 
“Miss--” he stopped, his voice startling them temporarily.
“You owe it to her, Bill. You two haven’t talked in months; and you both say it’s because of your work but really it’s because of your pride. You’re both so like Dad; but at least Dad was blind to what it did to us."
“And what about Dana? She's back on her feet and running right back to her autopsies and late nights. You can’t point a finger at me without three pointing right back at her. At least I try to be there for my family.” 
“You weren’t there when she was gone.” 
He swallowed, stung and angry. “And who was, Melissa? You?”
Her toes gripped his hip, guilty. “Fox.” 
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The fourth time Bill heard Fox Mulder’s name was during his sister’s not-so-secret battle with cancer. His mother called often to vent and cry, unable to share her worries and pain with her only living daughter and unwilling to burden Tara with more stress.  
Fox had become a footnote of late, so consumed was he and Dana in their work. 
“Mom, how can you let Dana run herself down like that? She should be resting or looking into treatments-- anything rather than chasing after rag magazine cases half across the country!” 
“Bill, you know perfectly well not everyone can run to sea to escape their problems. Not even you.” 
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The fifth time Bill heard Fox Mulder’s name was after he’d met the man, watched him fill Dana’s head with insane theories about chips and government conspiracies, and backed off, awed, when Dana’s cancer miraculously went into remission. 
He was roaming the halls, searching for coffee to wash down the remainder of his rage at Fox Mulder’s red eyes and dazed expression when he noticed another government type walk stiffly towards the nurse’s desk, brusquely flash a badge, straighten his stiff spine and stiffer tie, and promptly demand to see “Fox Mulder.” 
“I know where he is,” Bill cut in, saving the nurse the hassle but still getting a glare for his trouble. “Bill Scully. How can I help you?”
“Yes-- I was sent to bring him back for questioning; and we’re expected in,” he looked significantly at his watch, “forty minutes. If you would take me to him--”
“Take Mulder where?” Bill snapped around to see Walter Skinner, A.D., striding over, eyebrows drawn and face grim.  
“Yes, Sir. Agent Mulder is being called in for--”
“The committee’s been disbanded until further notice, Agent Colton; and until I have those further orders, my agents are not to be bothered or contacted while they are in this hospital. Is that understood?” 
Bill watched the other man’s jaw lock, grind, and shift as it worked its stubborn way around, “Understood, Sir.” Then Agent Colton turned tail and fled, heels thudding down the tile on their thunderous path to the elevator. 
A.D. Skinner wasn’t done yet. “My apologies, Mr. Scully. That agent was out of line; and I'll see to it that your family isn't bothered again.” 
It was best to nod and let the A.D. think he was frustrated with the intrusion.
Mulder could have been mid-conversation or on his way out by now. Instead, he would still be on that bench long after the family had left for the night. 
He seemed the type. 
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The sixth time Bill heard Fox Mulder’s name was over another phone call, mere months before the birth of his child. 
“Bill Scully? You might not remember me, but my name’s Ethan, Ethan Minette, and Dana and I used to date back when, well rather, right after she was recruited by the FBI. She ever mention me? Yes? No? Anyway, not important. Calling about information you might possibly have on, lemme check… Fox? Mulder, yep, Fox Mulder. Dana’s partner? There was a case she was involved in recently, really gruesome, real Frankenstein abomination stuff; and Colton, Tom Colton? You know him? Dana’s friend? Anyway, we keep in touch, we’re related somewhat, you know? And he named you as a hot tip and I was wondering if you…. Yeah, yeah, I can wait.” 
He and Tara fought afterward: Tara, as big as a house, was ready to cave the roof in.
“Dana’s coming for the holidays, Bill! And you two will spend the week in stony silence avoiding each other and, and Maggie and I will have to try to keep the peace instead of celebrating our first Christmas as a growing family, and-- and how could you do that, Bill? After all Fox Mulder did for our family?” 
Bill was lacking even to his ears; and, after cooler heads prevailed, he dialed Ethan back up and insisted his name be kept out of the article. Ethan talked doubly fast, banging a pen up and down every other word for emphasis as he cajoled and steamed about losing necessary credibility; but, inevitably, gave in. 
“I’ll only do this because you’re Dana’s brother and she was a real sweetheart. But if I need to call you in future…?” 
“I don’t have any more information.”
Dana skipped most of Christmas, anyway. 
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The seventh time Bill heard Fox Mulder’s name was when he flew in for Emily Sim’s hearing. 
“I need him as a witness if I’m to have any chance getting custody of Emily,” Dana had stated carefully, meticulously avoiding eye contact as much as possible. Bill still caught her bewilderment and fear… and joy. 
“When’ll he get here?” 
“Tonight, tomorrow… he didn’t say when, just that he’d be here.” He caught her smile, too. 
“Dana…” Her head snapped up, and he paused. “We’ll be there.” 
“Bill, you don’t have to--”
“We’ll be there, Dana.” 
And they were. 
And so was Fox Mulder. 
Bill left with Tara, tired and emotional, and Maggie, displaced and confused, after exchanging silent, cursory greetings with his sister’s partner. While he slowly walked away, both women in tow, he heard a curt “Dana Scully and Fox Mulder” echo behind him. 
And, in spite of everything, he sent up a prayer for both.
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cupothi · 2 months
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a collection of old stuff i did while trying to experiment with my older style + some xfiles cause i started watching it recently
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emilylprentiss · 1 year
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The ✗ Files | 5x06 | Christmas Carol
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unremarkablehouse · 1 month
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Don’t ask, don’t tell…
ok so it’s absolutely hilarious the way Mulder and Scully get super awkward and deny that they have sex, to the point where TLGM straight out ask “Mulder’s role in the upcoming blessed event..” and they both go quiet. I understood when they were working together but by that stage Mulder had been fired! Hell, their faces when Scully was under oath and admitted that Mulder “was her lover” (such an understatement), they looked like two teens caught with their clothes inside out. This leads me to conclude a few things:
Mulder and Scully probably had a friends with benefits thing going on for years before they were actually a couple.
They probably have some crazy kinky sex, because people who have vanilla sex would own up to it more. Hell, Mulder would even have probably high fived Langley. Both of them blush and get awkward so you know they’re both crazy together.
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