They’re MY Parents

Fandom is such a weird place. Like I watched a tv show and thought “wow, these two nerds have a lot of chemistry and I’d like to dedicate a large chunk of my life to thinking about them” so I went in search of other people who also thought these two nerds had a lot of chemistry and then it turned out that a shit ton of people were talking about these two nerds having a lot of chemistry and now it’s 4 years later and we write each other porn on holidays.

A fucking love fanfic recs ive seen so my good ones recently

The Big Damn XF Fanfic Rec Post - Part 2

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I finished two parts of this undertaking before I remembered that Gossamer doesn’t allow direct-linking. So all of the links will appear broken. Sorry about that. The stories with links can be found on Gossamer by either title or author.

In 2002 I went through Gossamer and saved a bunch of my favorite XF fanfics. Some I saved years before, before they were pulled from the archives. If I were going to introduce someone to the world of XF fanfiction - one of the most insanely prolific fandoms ever (not everything - not even a tiny percentage of the good stuff - is posted at ff.net or ao3) -  these are some of the ones I’d choose. This list is by no means exhaustive; some stories were lost to time, some were pulled and I will respect the author’s wishes and won’t repost them even if I have the saved files.  I’m including links to the ones still archived at Gossamer and titles/authors of the others so you can hunt them down if you so choose via wayback machine.

Godspeed, X-Philes. Walk with me down memory lane.

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Scully sits in her new cubicle. She hates it. She hates the way her every breath is heard by at least twenty agents around her, she hates the way her back feels exposed with her front and side surrounded by thin walls, she hates the placard the reads “Fox Mulder” sitting atop the desk next to hers.

The man himself is walking down the hall. She knows it’s him; she’s spent too many years with him not to and too many nights listening to see who was outside her door as a child. Another year and she might be able to tell you what pair of shoes he’s wearing, but for now she could tell you that he’s angry. Scully does not turn around as he approaches her, the familiar shadow eclipsing her stupid, tiny desk.

Mulder slamed the paper on her desk, his hand still covering it as he asks, “What the fuck is this?” She pokes his wrist with a pen and he concedes, granting her access to the familiar page. ‘Dear A. D. Skinner’ at the top and her name at the bottom.

Scully does turn around when she hears the click of heels. Arlene, Skinner’s assistant, is racing after Mulder. “Agent Mulder, you cannot have that! That was intended for Mr. Skinner!” She looks like a cross mother speaking to a school child. Mulder does not look remotely remorseful, in fact, he ignores the poor woman all together.

Scully can feel the heat radiating off him, and she’s never wanted to step out of his reach so much before, even in the last few months, “Well, Agent Mulder, this appears to be the resignation letter I brought to A. D. Skinner’s office this morning. May I ask how it came into your possession?” She asks, her tone even, professional, and clear as a bell.

“I was going to pick up a file and saw it on his desk. You can’t quit Scully, not now! Not after Antarctica!” He’s yelling. Scully bites the urge to nag him about everyone on the floor being able to hear him. They can hear her as well, and she’ll be going out with dignity.

“As long as my resignation is accepted, and it should be as I am owed a fair amount of compensation, I can. I’m a doctor, agent Mulder, and I’d like to get a chance to use my degree in the traditional sense before I’m kidnapped by another serial killer, I hope you can understand that. Please return that paper to Arlene.” Mulder rips the letter in half. Scully purses her lips: this is childish behavior, even for him, but not entirely unexpected. Scully pulls another copy from her desk, pushing Mulder’s chest as she stands so she can have another room to breathe. “I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience, Arlene,” she says, handing the paper to the flustered woman.

“Quite alright, Agent Scully,” she said primly and walked away. Scully practically has to manhandle Mulder out of her way so she can exit the cubicle.

“Where are you going?” He asks, so bewildered Scully almost feels bad, but she forces that back behind the door with all the other things she’s feeling about Mulder.

“The restroom, I hope that’s alright.”

“Scully, please,” She almost breaks as he grabs at her shoulder as she walks away.

She reminds herself that that’s why she has to do this and dislodges his hand. “Don’t make this personal, Agent Mulder,” she says, with her best impression of professional detachment.

WhatifIweretosay chronic pain Scully who won’t diagnose herself because then she would have a bias and wont try to get diagnosed because she knows how this system works and Mulder who is desperately trying to get her to see a doctor but, “its not debilitating so its fine” is high key her audited

I think HCing characters with physical disabilities is good and should be done more often but whenever I do it I feel like

At this point i'm convinced Chris Carter's strategy for the entirety of the series was just "I can pretend the intense soulmate connection between those two doesn't exist if no one can see it".

Well, first of, fuck you.

Second of, meet modern digital video editing fueled by spite, Chris.

This scene from Firewalker is one of my favourites, and now it's visible to people without superhuman eyesight too!

God, the way Mulder screams her name and she immediately reassures him even though she's completely out of breath and just almost died. Then he squats down in front of her and she just lets out the biggest sigh and melts into his touch because everything is fine now that he's there.

How gently he touches her face??????? The smile she gives him?? The silent conversation they have that boils down to "it's okay, we're both together and okay, we're alright" after they spent the entire episode basically going batshit crazy with concern????

Deeply, deeply unwell.

I think the article I’m using for my research paper was written by Fox Mulder under an alias

And btw this from a psychology archive

Autistic scientists and their suit wearing himbo boyfriends who are obsessed with them.

Mulder knew he was in love with Scully by S2 and he stopped trying to deny it (to himself at least) by S4. And THAT, my friends, is why S4 hits different.