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I’ve been on a Skinner kick recently (hey hey! In an MSR context guys!) and I might not be the only one
Here’s some recent fic recs for you all. Guaranteed to put a smile on your faces - you’re welcome (all 3k words and under):
@bakedbakermom https://archiveofourown.org/works/58024171 Thursday Night Drinkies (rated Teen and Up) - one of most original ficlets I’ve ever read.
@leiascully https://archiveofourown.org/works/64825117 I Can See You (Up Against The Wall With Me) (rated M)- just a chilled drink after work. Oh…wait.
@thursdayinspace https://archiveofourown.org/works/73676646/chapters/235838141 Smut ficlets (rated E) - it’s important to keep your network active. Plus: 🚢
@little-grey-girl-xf https://archiveofourown.org/works/70714311 The Walls have Ears (rated Teen and Up) best and funniest fix-it. Just read it.
And also @little-grey-girl-xf https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/236122211?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_1265200256 Close observation (rated M) - Scully’s POV sequel to my story Research Files https://archiveofourown.org/works/88677076
@incidentalwriter https://archiveofourown.org/works/48230428 Dad Jokes (rated Teen and up) - funny and so so Mulder
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🌟 Special mention to the OG @audreyroget The shirt of course (30k+) which kickstarted my Skinner appreciation as a character to move MSR along https://x-libris.xf-redux.com/book/the-shirt/
This is for @unremarkablehouse who is sure that I wrote something like this before. I have a vague memory of it too, but it is nowhere to be found, so I guess it's lost either to the depths of the internet or the self-destructive tendencies of my former laptop. So I just wrote another one. Revival msr, for the record. Since I have no earthly idea what the mysterious fic actually looked like, this is probably very different, but I kept the basic premise.
Summary:
Mulder, Scully, handcuffs, and the realisation that you should think about where you put the key before you snap those cuffs around your wrist.
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Their life may not be anybody's definition of normal, but maybe normal is overrated anyway.
A series of ficlets describing days in the life of Mulder and Scully at the Unremarkable House. These will be more or less standalone ficlets, though they are connected, but you can skip the parts that aren't your thing without losing track of the plot.
Chapter 12: carried away
Sometimes, they're afraid. But they know it's worth it, every single day.
did you know that jaws (1975) was filmed on location in martha’s vineyard in 1974? I'm thinking about how mulder would have been too devastated by his sister’s abduction the year prior to be excited about it. all he would have been thinking about is how much sam would have loved riding her bike down to see the film sets 😞
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AU ficlet for the end of The Truth because William should have been there with them.
This was meant to be written for the X-Files Bingo. Then everything went to hell, and I didn't finish it in time. I've decided to finish it and put it out in the world as it is.
Tagging @today-in-fic
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The rain patters against the roof outside, but inside, it’s quiet. Mulder barely dares to breathe too loudly, to move too quickly, to make a single mistake. He’s made too many of those already. His hand is on his son’s stomach, rising and falling with the boy’s even breathing. It’s everything he’s dreamed about these last couple of months. What kept him going.
When he closed his eyes at night, he pictured Scully and their son, just doing everyday life things. All the things he was missing. He pictured them smiling, just living. And that’s what kept him alive, too. Hoping that one day he could return, be with them again.
His son has grown into a solid form, bigger than Mulder expected. When he left, when William was only a few days old, he felt light in his hands, but took up all the room in his heart. His reddish tuft has turned a darker shade, as have his eyes. The ghost of Scully’s features is there on the boy’s face. As well as his own. They’ve always been a perfect team, working well together. Their son, however, is their masterpiece.
The bed dips and Mulder lifts his eyes from his son. Scully is smiling at him. Soft and gentle, tired but happy. Her hair is still wet, her complexion rosy from the hot water. The white fluffy robe almost swallows her. She doesn’t seem to mind. She scoots closer, on the other side of William, who sleeps through it all. Mulder watches him, curious to see if the boy wakes.
“He’s a deep sleeper,” Scully says, reading his thoughts.
“Wonder who he gets that from.” He smiles at her, and her answering smile is a balm on his beaten soul.
“He gets his appetite from you,” she says, her fingers tracing his, careful not to disturb their son. “He’ll be awake before you know it.”
“I can’t wait to get to know him,” he whispers, the words feeling heavy on his tongue. His son doesn’t remember him. When he opens his eyes to look at him, he’ll see nothing but a stranger. For Mulder, holding him when he was a few days old, it meant the world. He missed everything in between then and now. How can he ever make up for it?
“You will,” Scully says. The voice of reason, the sound of hope.
But is there hope for them? For any of them? With what he found out, the future has an expiration date. The date’s set and he can’t do anything about it. Neither of them can. He looks at his son, sleeping peacefully. Unaware of what’s happening around him. He lives in certainty that his parents will keep him safe. Mulder promises it, manifests it. They will keep William safe. His eyes find Scully’s. There’s no resentment; she did all of this on her own. She kept going. Maybe, he thinks. Maybe there is a sliver of hope when she’s by his side.
“What are you thinking?” she asks him in a soft voice. He’s not ready to voice it yet. His fears, his hopes. No matter how much she deserves to hear both.
“I’m thinking… I’m thinking about the last time we sat like this. When our journey started.”
“You told me about Samantha.” Scully puts a hand over his and he’s back there in that hotel room, nine years ago.
“You thought I was crazy.”
“I still think you’re crazy.” She smiles at him, and he laughs.
“Did you think we’d…,” he trails off. Of course she didn’t think this is where they’d end up. Him on the run from the government. Her by his side. Their son, too. Mulder touches the boy’s hand, needing to assure himself that he’s real.
“Did I think we’d be here?” Scully asks softly. “I couldn’t have imagined any of it, Mulder.” He nods at her. “But I’ve told you before,” she says, touching his cheek. “I wouldn’t change a single day. And I’m not giving up. We’re not giving up.” She emphasizes the we.
“You and me, huh?” He grins. “And William. This is all I want, Scully. All we have is each other. I don’t care if we… I won’t give up. I can promise you that. You and Will. But all I want is for us to have a life. Together.”
“Then we want the same thing.” He reaches over, touches her lip. She kisses his thumb without taking her eyes off of his. The determination in her expression fuels him. His spirit. She’s the love of his life, the reason he keeps going. A smile cracks over her face, like the sun breaking through clouds.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“Good,” she replies. “Because I love you too. But we need to sleep if we want to save the world.”
He won’t remind her that she’s already saved the world. His, anyway. Instead, he just nods. Careful not to wake William, he scoots closer, wrapping his arm around the two people who make up his whole cosmos. He hears her sigh and tightens his hold on her. Tomorrow they will have to make a plan. They don’t know where they’re going yet. They don’t know how it will work. If it will. But there will be a tomorrow.
“Maybe there’s hope,” he says, looking at her. The words finally slipping from his lips.
“I know there is,” she replies after a beat. He watches her, soaks up as much of this moment as he can. Exhaustion tugs at him, and before he knows it, his eyes drift closed. He falls asleep with a newfound confidence that they can save the world after all.
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