#vndicate

 serial    killers   and   secret   criminal   organizations   operating   inside   various   law   enforcement   agencies   were   nothing   when   it   came   to   fox   mulder.     ❝     oh     ,     crap.     ❞     his   latest   theory   made   an   unfortunate   amount   of   sense   and   she   knew   well   enough   by   now   that   there   was   no   point   doubting   him.     ❝     i   hope   you   know   i   hate   working   with   you     ,     mulder.     ❞     she   didn't   mean   it.     ❝     how   can   you   choose   to   investigate   these   cases     ?     i’m   pretty   sure   they’re   driving   me   insane     ,     and   i   only   get   them   when   you   decide   to   show   up.     ❞

discomfort is a slow burn , a warmth slick down his back .     he can’t trust his own family , can’t trust law enforcement , he has nowhere to go .   except . . . it’s a long shot but he finds himself in a gotham motel , checking his phone for the third time in a minute .   he prays his intel is good as he lifts a hand ---- bare , heavens forbid ----- and knocks .

❝   open up . . . i’m not gcpd .   ❞

         “  h-h-have  you  ever  kuh-kuh-kuh-killed  anyone  with  that  ?? ”  his  eyes  are  trained  on  the  man’s  gun  of  course.  he  wonders  if  he’s  some  kind  of  big  city  cop.  he  looks  important,  maybe  he’s  SECRET  SERVICE.  bill  isn’t  too  sure  about  that,  his  cool  grey  eyes  blanketed  over  with  a  seriousness  unfound  in  other  twelve  year  olds.

——–  confronting sentence prompts      /     asked by :  @vndicate​​ 

from the bedroom he emerges,  signaling the conclusion of well - deserved afternoon nap.    at its onset she had joined him,   tucked appropriately at his side with protective arm draped over toned abdomen,   knowing fully ----- and not at all vainly ----- the significant factor her presence played in his successful rest.   she’d remained there long after her job was completed,   purely for her own satisfaction at hearing his deep breaths.     quite an endeavor it had been,  her eventual self - extraction without rousing him,  but she’d needed to pee,   and then sort out dinner,  and then her brother had deemed it fit to call.    many times in the past,  conversation between two was strained,   but more easygoing topics has presented themselves in recent years.   work,  travel,  matty,  their adored spouses .  .  .

——–   msr affection       /     requested by @vndicate​​ it’s also international kissing day, though, so .  .  .

many years ago,  her affections towards him were issued always with disclaimer to accompany the action  ----- for herself, more than for anyone else, of course,  but she issued them widely nevertheless.   caressing his cheek under the guise of medical examination;   standing far too close to whisper details of case in hushed, private tones;   allowing him to occupy space in her bed for .  .  .      what bullshit reasons did she then give ?     inconceivable now.

sure,   she still has her reasons, but they are different,  simpler.     a hug because she missed him earlier.     a dance because it’s evening and,  though feet ache,  his hand on the small of her back sooth any soreness in her body.    a gentle petting of his hair because she knows how it will relax him.    a handhold because his are warm and scarred and wholly hers to hold.      

a kiss because it’s morning.   because the light peeks in through the blinds, dances across the floor,   and he is still sleeping.    because his heavy breaths are a timekeeper counting down the moments until their alarm will sound and rouse them to another day.    ( they have a 10 o’clock meeting he’s likely forgotten  ;    they’ll need extra coffee. )    because he has managed to sleep peacefully tonight and deserves to be woken more peacefully than by such blaring. 

fox !!!   this blog would not exist if it were not for you busting into my discord dms and asking me (at gunpoint) to make a scully.   i literally never would have done this if it wasn’t for you, and i’m so glad that i have bc it has let me reconnect on a deeper level with a character who means so much to me on so many levels.     it’s also wild af to me that we talk basically 24/7 (or at least 12/7) and have basically every day for the past ALMOST 18 MONTHS.    that’s insane.   like.   babies have been talked about, been conceived, been born, and are literally months old in the time that we’ve been talking like that.   (not to mention the babies our muses have made.......... i love all like 5 different iterations of williams + also samara with my whole heart.)

you truly are awesome and i feel very very lucky to have a partner who is so dedicated to her character and also to our ship  -----  writing so many different verses and analyzing songs and shitposting random memes.   that is something that i haven’t had in a pretty long time and will cherish for a long time to come. 

also (p sure i’ve never shown you this) but y’know how on discord you can put notes???  usually, i save people as like mags aka scully (vnerate).  one time like 2+  years ago, i was super drunk and realized a bunch of my contacts weren’t labelled.  and this is what i, drunkenly, wrote for you and never changed: