I Was About To Make A Post Abt How Much I Love Triangle And Then I Remembered I Already Did That

The night she had returned from Philadelphia Scully’s nose bled again.

She wasn’t an idiot.

She knew the signs and resigned herself to booking a doctor’s appointment in the morning. She still, believe it or not, had some friends-turned-acquaintances from her med school days. Among them was Julia Oakes, leading oncologist at Holy Cross Memorial Hospital.

Scully would make arrangements in the morning, go sometime in the next week before work, but for now she laid against her pillow and let the blood pool under her cheek, she’d toss the pillow case in the wash when she got up.

She considered calling someone, expressing her fears, but who would she tell? She couldn’t startle her mother with mere suspicion. Melissa was dead. Charlie was out following in their father’s footsteps and would not be home for several months, as far as she knew. Billy- well. Forget about Bill. And don’t even start about Mulder.

She didn’t think that she would even be able to look at him in the morning. Not out of embarrassment, because Scully wasn’t embarrassed. No. Scully couldn’t face him at the risk of spontaneous combusting from the rage that was coursing under her skin.

And congratulations for making an personal appearance in the Xfiles for the second time. It’s a world’s record.

How dare he. How dare he look at her like he was better than her. Like she was the villain for wanting something and having it go south. Wasn’t that his life story? He wanted to investigate an x-file and ended up getting injured. He wanted to find his sister and only got laughed at.

She was done. Not done with the x-files, she was fairly sure she was about to go down with that particular ship.

No.

She was done with him. She was done trying to be his friend, to help, to be his- something more. It was exhausting and quite frankly he didn’t deserve it and god dammit the blood was leaking in her mouth.

The coppery taste reminded her of rage.

She hated him. She vowed to herself that she would hold onto that rage in the coming months. That she wouldn’t let his akward, soft smile and apologies weaken her resolve,

But as the blood trickled down her neck she disdainfully admitted to herself that it wasn’t likely a promise she would keep.

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :)

Thanks! I’ve already done one of these but i’ll give it another go

1. The sun: i’m a plant, i need to photosynthesis

2. My neighbor’s cats: i feed them whenever the neighbors are out if town and they are the goodest boys

3. Music! : enough said.

4. When my friends respond to my instagram stories: :)

5. Reading Poe stories in english class: i really enjoy Poe’s work and especially enjoy understanding it more than my classmates because I’ve often already listened to a classic lit podcast on them (give Fictional by Jason Wiesser a listen)

@elphabalewisofoz @krash-and-co @gendrsoup @fuck i dont think i know any more blogs names sorry

So a while ago i was writing a “5 times scully was getting flirted with and mulder noticed and 1 time she did” but i never finished it and I never got to the part i really wanted to write but its pride month so I’m going to erite that singular scene right now ready go:

Carefully, after the car already started moving, Mulder said, “wow Scully, even women flirt with you.” Scully turned sharply, luckily he was the one driving.

“What do you mean?”

“That witness-“

“You mean the one in that white top?” Scully asked. Mulder nodded to her. “No.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Scully buried her red face in her hands.

“Mulder turn the car around,” she said. Mulder blinked in surprise… that had not been the reply he was expecting. He almost followed her instructions until his brain caught up with his body.

“What- no!”

“Oh come on! If it were you-“

“If it were me you would tell me I was being unprofessional!”

“Mulder.”

“Scully.”

“Please?”

“No, I want to get to bed.” That was a lie. Mulder didn’t care about going to sleep, he did, however, care about Scully going to flirt with someone else.

Idk what that was happy pride

Chapter 7 of A Muse, A Myth, A Mortal is up!!

“Wow Scully,” Mulder said as he sat down, “Remind me what year you graduated from Oxford Psychology?” He asked sarcastically.

“Nineteen Eighty Four,” Scully responded dryly. “I wasn’t trying to steal your thunder Mulder, I’m just saying our investigation here shouldn’t be about magic because magic isn’t real.” Mulder gave her a sly look and she could only guess at what he would say next.

“Wrong! I graduated in nineteen eighty six. I’m insulted that you think I’m thirty two,” he said with a sarcastic smile, “You’re just scared.”

In honor if this olympic season everyone should read this fic by @slippinmickeys

I just finished it while rewatching yesterday’s argentina v us field hockey game was very good (basket ball player mulder and field hockey player scully?)

I just cant decide who lights my fire

Another scully sketch this one even sketchier

I wish i could magically know if i like girls or not

Me after singing all the colors of joseph’s coat unprompted to my mother: No big deal, we all have our talents

This and detour were the little apology between cancer arc and emily arc and i called that bullshit

My happy place.

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts