Headcanon That When Scully Is Suffering From Motherly Or Brotherly Pressure About Her Life Choices Or

Ficlet based on this post by @unremarkablehouse speculating about conversation between never again and memento mori. In this they didn’t talk at all between.

Mulder was about to leave for work when his phone rang. “Mulder.”

“Hey, Mulder, it’s me.” Scully said on the other side of the phone. He was still a little mad at her for putting herself in danger and bailing on the case. He knew she was still very mad at him for sticking his nose where it (arguably) didn’t belong.

She was probably already at the office, calling him to tell him that he needed to hurry up. “What?” He asked harshly. Maybe too harshly. Her heard Scully draw a shallow breath on the other end but she remained silent. “Scully, what is it?” He prompted a little more gently. Maybe she was going to apologize, which would give him a perfect chance to do so in turn.

He hated fighting with her. Not initially, not when the adrenaline was coursing through his body and his head was light with anger. Afterwards though, he felt hollow. Felt a pang when he stopped himself for reaching for the phone to tell her about a world war two documentary she should watch, or a tip he just received, or just to say hello. “Can you-“ she started, then he heard a rustling as Scully pulled the phone away from her ear. He heard someone else talking in her side.

“Dr. Scully, we have more scans, if you’d like to speak with Dr. Andrews abouts treatment plan she’s available now, your belongings are in the other room. He heard more rustling.

“Hey. Sorry.”

“Sorry? Scully what treatment plan? Whats going on?” He was frozen next to the door of his apartment, hand on the door knob, as he became vaguely away of the sound of beeping and buzzing florescent in the background.

“Mulder, can you meet me at the hospital?” She said suddenly after remaining silent for another handful of heart beats. His keys nearly slipped from his hand.

“Is this about a case?”

“No,” she responded tersely.

“I’ll be right there, Scully,” he said, opening his door and not bothering to lock it behind him as any feelings of animosity for her melted and drained through his feet back into the ground where they belonged. “I’ll be right there.” And then she hung up on him. Flowers, he needed flowers.

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

I love Mulder, but my english teacher is ranting about his conspiracy theories and its making me realize if i was Scully dealing with Mulder I would’ve strangled him or quit

“No, for some reason I don’t think that would work. Hasn’t your landlord always hated you?”

“Yeah, I have no idea why.” Mulder watched as Scully made a show of looking around his apartment, first at the basketball on the floor, then to the collection of porn tapes in the cabinet under the T.V., then to the half open door of his “bed room” where a cardboard box filled with manilla files was wedged in the door.

“Yeah. I wonder,” She responded flatly, “There’s no way he’s letting you stay. Listen,” she was going to regret this, “You can stay with me until you find somewhere else.”

Mulder stared at her in awe like she’d grown white wings and there was suddenly a halo floating above her head. “You mean it-”

“Just until you find a new place,” She said firmly, more to herself than him.

New Chapter of my canon divergent Emily fic is UP

(Basically what if they’d fucked up and Scully was pregnant with Emily after being returned to dc after her abduction in season 2)

Please give it some love if you feel so inclined

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

I think it starts as sarcasm. Like when you call someone “hon” to be condescending. Lucy says something so outlandishly dumb at 3:30 am when they’re having toast after a case it prompts Lockwood to say “Lucy, my dear, i think it’s time for you to go to bed.”

And it’s just that one time, a fluke, till the next day. Lucy is listen during a case and hears something particularly jarring. She presses her hands to her ears and starts mumbling “stop. Shut up. Shut up shut up stop-“ Lockwood gently pries her fingers from her head, knocking her out of the trance like state.

“Hey, Lucy darling, it’s ok we’re here.”

Im sure i could think of more but phone typing sucks bye

new hc that lockwood starts to call lucy a bunch of different endearments and neither one of them notice at all. accidentally oblivious to the fact that lockwood will say “lucy, dear.” or “lucy, darling.” without thinking. it’s a lot of saying her name first and then adding the little endearment whenever he starts out a sentence or a question. “lucy, dove.” “luce, sweetheart.”

george is so close to sticking his own head in the oven when he hears lockwood call her love and neither of them blink. how can two people worry so much about if they’re staring at each other too much but once pet names are involved it’s as if they’ve been married for years? please get him some help.

Litterally screaming crying throwing up, wishing i had something like they do. Screaming. Crying. And throwing up.

I have done that thing

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

Ok, what if the skull in kaz's cane is real and then it was covered in silver so people don't know it's an amplifier because he's secretly tidemaker and he had the amplifier before but her encased it in silver because the water took his brother from him (in a way)