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Scully, you are not gonna believe this! 2023 marks 30 years since The X-Files premiered on Fox to an audience of 12 million viewers. In order to celebrate this momentous milestone we urge all gif makers, writers, artists and fans of all kinds to join us this September 4th through the 10th to celebrate the little sci-fi show that changed television forever.

Here are seven prompts to help get you started:

Day 1: Favorite episode

Day 2: Favorite season

Day 3: Favorite character

Day 4: Favorite dynamic

Day 5: Favorite arc

Day 6: Favorite monster of the week

Day 7: 30th anniversary extravaganza 🎉

We will be tracking #dailytxf and #xf30th, so use those two tags in order for us to reblog your creations. Once again, this is just a list of prompts and feel free to write fic, meta or make art and gifs surrounding them as you please.

Your challenge is to write a casefile story in which at least one X-Files agent finds themselves looking after a child who is involved in their case. And this boy or girl really doesn’t like them and has no qualms about showing your poor agent/s how full of contempt for them the child is.

The pads of Scully’s fingers rubbed at her forehead. There was a dead body split open on the table and she had forgotten which organs she had already removed. Concentrating on the work today became more difficult as the clock slowly inched forward. With every step she took, she ached for Mulder, from Mulder, and the hours they had spent destroying the springs of her mattress. Or maybe it was the couch. Or even possibly from testing the legs of her dining room table.. then again, it could have been while draining the apartment complex of its hot water during their long shower… 

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Author: @cultureisdarkbeer​

For: 2momsmakearight

They had barely even kissed, yet they were trying to make a baby. 

That is if Scully can keep her hands off him long enough for him to go make the donation.

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art: uploaded to fanpop by  TEMPEBREN

In the mood for angst??

Tethered is Complete!

Takes place right before Season 11.

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Scully. 

It was her voice in the breeze just before he opened his eyes. Visions of her in his head while his body woke. It was her phantom scent in the bathroom as he brushed his teeth. She had left yet she surrounded his every breath, pushed life into each cell. Mulder shuffled into the kitchen and attempted to make coffee. He spit the hot muddy liquid into the sink. Unless she made it, it only tasted bitter.  He’d stop at the coffee shop on the way to work.

Cold.

Scully commanded her house to raise the thermostat. The modern furnishings and technological innovations were the farthest from her tastes or Mulder’s, but that was exactly what she craved. To be the farthest from. If you were going to run, it might as well be in a new direction. She could have blamed her lack of a good night’s sleep on the extra firm mattress, but if she took the time to allow herself the introspection... she knew it was because there was no sinking on the other side of the bed when he got in it. That her face wasn’t irritated by the stubble on his cheek when he kissed her goodnight or snuggled her tight in his arms. That his heartbeat wasn’t strong at her back and the scent of his aftershave wasn’t sending tingles down her spine. She beckoned for her coffee maker to start her coffee. It would be made perfectly, designed for her personal taste buds, ground from the freshest beans. It was the best coffee she had ever tasted and she left her mug after two sips sitting in the sink. There was one ingredient missing, but without it, it was hardly palatable

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Mulder tossed a copy of the New Hampshire Gazette on his desk, spinning as it landed.

“Local police have responded to accounts of spontaneous levitation at Flume Gorge over the past few days. After experiencing such a phenomenon, hikers began showing up in the hospital with various lesions over their body.”   Mulder’s tongue ran gently, but firmly over the inside of his cheek. “I was thinking we could go, check it out and if it doesn’t pan out we can still grab some New England clam chowdah, eat lobster, take a little cruise..”

“Mulder, I can’t,” Scully interrupted. “I have a commitment at the hospital this weekend.”

He knew she had been spending some time there when not at work or with him, but he wasn’t sure if she was on the payroll. “You’re still floating back and forth at the hospital?” Mulder asked. 

“At times,” Scully answered meekly.  She lifted the newspaper and reviewed the headlines. “You should go. If the case extends until Monday, I’ll meet you up there.”

The truth was, all the excitement had been in knowing that Scully would be there with him. These past two years back on the X-Files had drawn them close again and Mulder enjoyed every moment he got with Scully. A case without her now felt bland and gray.  “The case is most likely not an X-File. Most likely urban legend and poison oak. I’ll just work locally. There’s enough to do here.”

Scully met his eyes. Her shimmering lakes searched his soul and forced him to reveal more than he wanted at the moment. “Mulder,” she said softly, “I hope you weren’t thinking that we… Mulder, we’re not a couple.”

“I know that,” Mulder returned. Though, it didn’t stop him from trying. Their previous conversations rang between his ears. She wanted her personal life to be as far away from the X-Files as possible, and he wasn’t certain he could ever give her more, but he also knew it was more than work that drove her to his house at different times of the day and night, or why she found reasons for them to share dinner and more on weekends.

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Takes place right before Season 11.

Chapters posted twice daily.

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Scully. 

It was her voice in the breeze just before he opened his eyes. Visions of her in his head while his body woke. It was her phantom scent in the bathroom as he brushed his teeth. She had left yet she surrounded his every breath, pushed life into each cell. Mulder shuffled into the kitchen and attempted to make coffee. He spit the hot muddy liquid into the sink. Unless she made it, it only tasted bitter.  He’d stop at the coffee shop on the way to work.

Cold.

Scully commanded her house to raise the thermostat. The modern furnishings and technological innovations were the farthest from her tastes or Mulder’s, but that was exactly what she craved. To be the farthest from. If you were going to run, it might as well be in a new direction. She could have blamed her lack of a good night’s sleep on the extra firm mattress, but if she took the time to allow herself the introspection... she knew it was because there was no sinking on the other side of the bed when he got in it. That her face wasn’t irritated by the stubble on his cheek when he kissed her goodnight or snuggled her tight in his arms. That his heartbeat wasn’t strong at her back and the scent of his aftershave wasn’t sending tingles down her spine. She beckoned for her coffee maker to start her coffee. It would be made perfectly, designed for her personal taste buds, ground from the freshest beans. It was the best coffee she had ever tasted and she left her mug after two sips sitting in the sink. There was one ingredient missing, but without it, it was hardly palatable

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Ch. 1-7 Posted

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The heat began to crawl up Mulder’s neck as he felt the woman behind the counter’s stare roam his body. It normally made him uneasy when women showed interest in him, but today it felt misplaced. Like she was treading in areas that now belonged to someone else. Leaning against the counter, he watched her wrap up the box in the baby paper he had picked out.

“Is this for a relative?” the lady asked, glancing more than once at Mulder’s exposed forearms. 

Self consciously he pulled down his sweatshirt sleeves to cover them.  “My partner,” Mulder said.

“Congratulations,” she replied with a plastic smile.

Mulder was confused for a moment, but then realized she assumed the baby was his. We’ll find out today, good woman. We’ll find out today.  

“What color ribbon?” the lady asked. Mulder blinked hard, his expression frozen. “Boy or girl?” she clarified.

“I-I don’t know.” He had been so hung up with how the baby came to be, he hadn’t even thought to ask if it was a boy or girl. 

“No problem. We’ll use a yellow ribbon.”

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