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spookyagentfmulder · 7 months

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At the sound of his name being called, Agent Mulder began to turn. Some part of him knew that it had been a mistake but before he could register what was truly happening he felt the plunge of a knife sink into his abdomen. Shouting, footsteps in all directions, warmth seeping from the wound that coated his shaking hand in sticky red. Fox finally turned to see who it was who called him, but he already knew. He knew their voices. He knew her footsteps. He knew those warm hands gripping him by the shoulders and forcing him to stay standing. The pain was unbearable, and Mulder tensed and he heaved as his body began to go into shock.

Panicked words flew out of Scully's mouth as the two of them ushered him back to the car. What seemed like a relatively short walk before now seemed like a pilgrimage as Fox felt his head becoming light. Rasping, shuddering breaths were pulled in, and he soon found himself being encouraged to sit, then lay upon the ground. Back flat against the concrete, head resting on John's lap, Mulder stared up at the night sky like a fish out of water.

He felt his shirt being pulled open, and finally the damage was being assessed. More words, less panicked, more demanding. Scully. John. A tear rolled down his cheek as he felt his partner press his hand down upon his wound.

"I'm sorry." He finally spoke as Scully got up, "Y-you were right. I..." Talking was hard. Everything was hard. He was told to hush, hand smoothing through his sweat drenched hair. More tears, silent and hot as they streamed down his cheeks. Promises of getting out of here. Just hold on, Fox. Two sets of beautiful eyes staring down at him. He was in good hands. Literally.

One of those good hands wrapped around his, and the other took the place of Scully's as she hurried off to greet the ambulance. He was gonna make it. He was going to survive.

"John." He said, looking up at those beautiful blue eyes now rimmed with red. With as little strength as he had left, he squeezed his boyfriend's hand.

@talentforlying (with special guest: @beyondthescully )

#;case file -memes and prompts #talentforlying #blood cw/#stabbing cw/#*chucks this at you*

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corvidmagicae · 1 year

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A shame my wife can’t keep up with tumblr rp to save her life, she has a few witchlore ocs that i adore with every fiber of my being. so even if she doesn’t get to interact here, just know that thanks to her, bri has

a) the ghost of a great-great-great-great-great-etc-aunt running around, who lost her life during the kalosian war 3000 years ago, as well as that aunt’s sister. they’re a pumpkaboo and gourgeist specifically. the ghost is a kid who has no memory of her family beyond her sister, and bri has absolutely no goddamn clue they’re related. the ghost is adamant on messing with bri, and bri is adamant on keeping the damn ghost out of her house.

b) an interpol agent assigned to handle her named ‘agent starly’, loosely based on scully from the xfiles. Fleta has tried and will try again to steal her gun. the dynamic between her and bri have yet to be seen, but hopefully it’ll turn out better than the LAST agent assigned to her... given starly has it in her assignment objectives to find out what on earth she did with the last guy assigned to her. (he’s a bird now, obviously.)

#⧉ ooc #my wife's ocs may occasionally get mentioned but they aren't npcs since they aren't. mine.#but i love them dearly.#and they are part of her storyline.#of all the dynamics i could have between my muses and my wife muses #we cannot for the life of us create ones that are able to ship #instead we create tom and jerry shenanigans

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theunusualsuspects · 2 months

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THE UNUSUAL SUSPECTS

An Multi-Muse RP Account written by Herald

MUSE LIST:

The X-Files:

The Lone Gunmen - Richard "Ringo" Langley, Melvin Frohike, and John Fitzgerald Byers. Fringe group of government watch dogs and hackers who run the self published magazine The Lone Gunman (previously known as The Magic Bullet Newsletter). Mostly written as a group but can be written as singular characters.

A.D. Skinner - FBI Assistant Directer Walter Sergei Skinner. Serves above agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. Has worked with them on many occasions to help in their investigations (but primarily impede due to bureaucracy).

CSM AKA Cigarette Smoking Man - [REDACTED]

Twin Peaks:

Special Agent Dale Cooper - FBI Agent assigned to the mysterious murder of Laura Palmer in the sleepy town of Twin Peaks, Washington.

Permanent Starter Call

Alan Wake:

Alan Wake - Titular writer and Champion of Light. Author of the best selling crime-thriller series Alex Casey. Last known location was that of Bright Falls. He is survived by his wife, Alice Wake.

Permanent Starter Call

The X-Men:

Erik "Magneto" Lehnsherr - A German born Jew given the gift of mutation on a warpath of revenge. He wants to see the world rid of humanity, and replaced with a new race: Homo Superior. Canon divergent, all threads will default to a Modern AU.

Permanent Starter Call

ABOUT:

This is a sideblog and will be following from @mostunwantedfbi

This blog is +18 plus. Please only people of that age respectfully follow.

My primary blog is Mulder so activity here will be slow.

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theunusualsuspects-archive · 6 months

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THE UNUSUAL SUSPECTS

An Multi-Muse RP Account written by Herald

MUSE LIST:

The X-Files:

CSM AKA Cigarette Smoking Man - [REDACTED]

Mr. X - A rogue informant working with agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.

Twin Peaks:

Special Agent Dale Cooper - FBI Agent assigned to the mysterious murder of Laura Palmer in the sleepy town of Twin Peaks, Washington.

Alan Wake:

Alan Wake - Titular writer and Champion of Light. Author of the best selling crime-thriller series Alex Casey. Last known location was that of Bright Falls. He is survived by his wife, Alice Wake.

RULES:

This is a sideblog and will be following from @spookyagentfmulder

This blog is +18 plus. Please only people of that age respectfully follow.

My primary blog is Mulder so activity here will be slow to scarce.

#;pinned post #;out of truth

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aparticularbandit · 5 years

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Author Ask Game

tagged by: the wonderful @only-freakin-sunflowers who i don't get to tag below because has already done the fun thing.

author name: bandit! for my fanfic, i'm bandit. it's different on ff.net - slightly - but since i don't really post stuff there anymore, that's irrelevant. i'm also aparticularbandit on ao3.

fandoms you write for: right now, primarily jtv with a dash of the tick because i love miss lint. i sometimes pull in characters from other fandoms i've written with/for - typically hannibal, who framed roger rabbit, ouat - and i plan on pulling in characters from agent carter, supergirl, timeless, and the x-files for the upcoming epic superhero crossover series (i think it might be done like the soulmate timer au is now...sort of) and then plan to pull in hp and supergirl characters for the roisa hp au - like beyond other fandoms i normally pull characters from - but that's upcoming stuff and not current stuff.

where you post: ao3. haven't posted on ff.net recently, i don't think, and while i have posted something here (and sometimes have posted drabbles/one-shots for various rp characters on their blogs), i primarily post on ao3 now.

most popular multi-chapter story:

by hits: jane: the real story

by kudos: A Christmas at Longbourne

by comments: luisa and the fox

by bookmarks: if you lived here, you'd be home now

favourite story you wrote: uh. um. i know I've been openly posting pretty frequently about how much i love luisa and the fox - linked above - and it's definitely a HUGE favorite of mine, especially recently - but, given that this is talking about all of my fanfic, there are others i want to mention that i particularly like and that otherwise probably wouldn't get brought up but are still definitely favorites.

grind is my favorite of my jtv one-shots - the closest to it is probably the trilogy of one-shots in it's love's illusions i recall; i really don't know love at all series but even then, grind is my favorite.

like lightning is my baby lint fic and i love my baby lint fic and i think it was actually really well-written and i just love that fic.

there are a bunch of fics that i wrote as gifts or prompts when i was more active in the rpc and a lot of them i think are good and am also really attached to:

body, body - frozen fic, prompted, also one of my top fics in terms of hits

On Christmas and Frenemies - hannibal fic, present for river, uses my will and her freddie

on aquariums and besties - crossover fic, present for river, uses my jessica rabbit and her dana scully

the mondays series - crossover fic, uses my jessica rabbit and jae's regina mills - and also henry and then also my friend willow's roger rabbit

this sinking boat - crossover fic, uses my jessica rabbit and river's dana scully

falling slowly - five times kissed prompt, uses my jessica rabbit and river's dana scully

the one you want, (not) the one you need - crossover fic, uses my jessica rabbit and jae's regina mills

points of remembrance - five times kissed prompt, uses my jessica rabbit and willow's roger rabbit

and then there's story of a girl, the noir fanfic i wrote that i still haven't published that i keep bringing up every now and again.

story you were nervous to post: parasite. i originally wrote it last november but was so worried about how the content would feel and how sensitive it might be that i left it alone until the second write for roisa week.

how do you pick your titles: uh. song lyrics or titles. references. something that seems to fit. sometimes they come with titles. it's not really an exact science. >.>

do you outline: for bigger projects, when i know they're bigger, yes. luisa and the fox had something like one in my head after a certain point, but mostly for my shorter stuff, not really. ACAL had a mental outline of what needed to happen in each chapter. mexican stud finally has an outline so that i remember what scenes are left and what chapters the scenes i have go in.

but mostly outlines are for multi-book projects or stuff that's so complicated it's hard to keep it straight with all of the details. the ouat/pmmm crossover i think had an outline; the pmmm how many timelines is it? fic definitely had one; and then the biggest outline i have for a current project is the one for the roisa hp au - which has a chapter-by-chapter outline for the first book, the beginnings of chapter-by-chapter outlines for books two and three, and then details of stuff that has to happen per book or that i might want to include per book for all seven books - including two possible endings and the results of each ending.

how many of your stories are complete: on ao3? 45.

in-progress: again, on ao3, 19.

coming soon: define soon. in terms of unposted projects, i'm hoping to have the first book of the roisa hp au up next year. i've been making more progress on mexican stud, but that one's complicated. luisa and the child, but that one's still...in progress in terms of what the plot wants to be. i have puzzle pieces that kind of fit together. there's a bunch of other stuff i've got waiting to be written or that i've been brainstorming, but of the unposted stuff, those are the primary projects.

oh, and if i can finish it, there's a Christmas fic i started last year that i hope to finish for y'all this year.

OH YEAH AND LOOK OUT FOR THE ROISA SECRET SANTA PROJECT.

mostly i want to focus on getting back to and finishing other projects i've started and not just starting a bunch of new ones.

do you accept prompts: yes, but understand that depending on the prompt it might take me a while to get the thing written - like the roisa as hannigram prompt which is still in progress in terms of brainstorming but isn't even remotely done yet and might be a while before i get to it. >.>

upcoming story you're the most excited for: roisa hp au, epic superhero crossover, and luisa and the child. the first two of those are really ambitious and really complicated so i hope i can pull them off. oh, and the unfinished Christmas project from last year, if i finish it on time. i was really excited for it last year, too, but it doesn't lend itself to word count easily.

tag five fanfic authors to answer these questions: @butimnotasexyrussian, @finehs, @pulitzerpanther, @to-hell-with-oblivion, and @andtherewerefireworks - WHO I KNOW GOT TAGGED ALREADY BUT TAG ME WHEN YOU DO THE THING SO I SEE IT YO.

#musings #meme #meme response #bandit

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shieldagentscully-blog · 6 years

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SAS 8: Avengers - Textbook Narcissism

(So this bears a passing resemblance to a thread I have with @imnottheherotype - as it should because it is based off the same OOC conversation! But it’s not the same storyline, however, I jotted these stories in a series and wanted to include it. Let’s say that RP @shieldagentscully is likely going to have a lot more productive conversation with Tony in RP than this one in which she shoots her mouth off. Sorry, Tony.)

2012 - SHIELD Offices, New York City

Make no mistake, SHIELD paid Scully much better than the FBI ever paid her, she recognized this. But there were days, particularly this one, in which she realized that they certainly did not pay her enough for the job she sometimes had to do.

“Subject is identified as a ‘Chitauri’, a race of alien beings as identified by...Thor Odinsson of Asgard, a planet off of this world.” Scully rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness of that statement, refusing to name his as “Thor, God of Thunder”. The advanced recording system in the lab began taking her dictation as she made her visual observations.

“My analysis will be, obvious, very rudimentary as this is the first time a subject such as this has been observed by human scientific methods.” She cleared her throat, unsure of where to even begin. After all, it was an alien, a real alien. Absolute proof that there was not just one type of creature outside of themselves living in the universe, but several. She didn’t even know where to begin with it, nothing in her entire background had prepared her for anything like this.

“So is this your first alien autopsy?”

The question was followed by a slurp that caused Scully to spin on her heels, startled out of the quiet of the high-tech lab to stare at the intruder. It only took her half-a-glance to identify him as he leaned over one of the other lab tables, a cup of what looked like vanilla ice cream in his hand, blissfully sucking on the end of a bright pink spoon. If the distinctive goatee didn’t give it away, then the glowing blue light in the middle of his chest just under his Ozzy Osbourne t-shirt certainly did. At least she could appreciate his taste in music.

“I was warned you would be around here, Mr. Stark.” She turned to her subject again, heartily wishing he wasn’t. After all, her autopsy was going to be challenging enough, and now he was going to be in the back as her personal her peanut gallery?

“I’m glad to hear my reputation precedes me, Agent Scully….Doctor Scully...Agent Doctor Scully? When you are doing this, are you still an agent or are you officially a doctor?”

“I don’t see how one precludes me from the other as long as I’m licensed to practice.”

“But is it practicing if the subject is dead to begin with?”

“Are you here for a purpose, Mr. Stark, or just come to be annoying and puerile?’

“I see fancy words came with that fancy degree from Stanford, and yes, I do know what ‘puerile’ means. We weren’t complete ingrates at MIT.” He sauntered to the table where the specimen lay. “Can’t imagine they had too many of these at Stanford, though, but you know the FBI may be hiding one or two…”

“If your want to be of assistance, you can sit over there.” She gestured to a stool by a keyboard connected wirelessly to a glass screen on the far side of the lab. Stark merely scooped up a large spoonful of vanilla and chocolate, sucking on it petulantly with large, brown, puppy dog eyes that had utterly no effect on Scully.

“Fine! See if I share my ice cream with you.”

She pointedly ignored him swaggering to where she indicated as she continued her oral examination. “The subject seems to be semi-humanoid in structure, though it’s appearance is perhaps more analogous to reptilian than homo-sapien.”

“Do you think the Chitauri would agree with that?”

She glared across the body at Stark, who pointed at creature with his spoon. “I mean, I suppose that it goes without saying that they likely don’t have what we assume are ‘reptiles’ on whatever rock they live on. They just are what they are, and yet here we are putting labels on them that make no sense outside of a human context.”

“Since I have no other context to use in the study of them, what do you suggest I use?”

“I suppose ‘creepy ass nightmares’ isn’t a properly scientific term?”

“Maybe it is at MIT, but certainly not Stanford.”

That earned a snort and smirk out of Stark. “Touché, Agent Doctor! Well played! Tell me, how do you think that they all could move like they did, communicate like they did, swarm like a hive?”

“Since I’ve obviously not even gotten a chance to do a medical examination on the body yet, I can’t begin to speculate.”

“But there are answers you could conjecture, right?”

“Sure! There are animals in nature who can do what you suggest, insects, birds. They use a combination of pheremones and patterns of behavior to be able to communicate in a way to make that possible.”

“What about more complex life forms?”

“I don’t know, a bee is a fairly complex being.”

“I’m sorry, Agent Doctor, I didn’t nearly get killed fighting a giant bee, so I’m asking more on the level of a creature who is large and sentient enough to form an army for a megalomaniacal deity with daddy issues.”

Scully took a deep breath and counted to ten, releasing it in a low, slow sigh. “Till I’m able to cut into one and do a proper examination, I’m not going to know anything. If you let me do a bit of dissection, maybe I can tell you something. My best guess, if it’s not natural then maybe it’s enhanced. maybe technology is used to keep them all in line. I don’t know.”

“Right.” He nodded thoughtfully, his attention already somewhere other than her. He returned to his cup of soft serve as Scully ignored the growling in her own stomach and returned to her notes. “The subject appears to be between 6.5 and 7 feet tall and weighs around 375 lbs.”

“I’d have not seen that one coming. Rather heavy for that frame, don’t you think. Course, could just carry the weight well.”

Scully ignored him as she continued. “The subject’s build indeed seems to not quite match its weight as presented. This could be attributed to a difference in bone and tissue density or any modifications that have been performed on the subject during its formative years.”

“Nice, I didn’t think of the bone and tissue density. I suppose, being human, I just assume since we are mostly water everything else is.”

“The subject seems to display symmetry of bodily development, displaying four limbs, both anterior and posterior and symmetrical facial features, including eyes, what appear to be nostril cavities and a mouth.”

“And a face only a mother could love, assuming they have those.”

“Do you mind?” She snapped across the space at him as he paused in his ice cream contemplations to blink at her.

“My pardons, Agent Doctor, the habit of brainstorming out loud.”

“Do you need to brainstorm here?”

“I’m curious about your work.”

“Then let me do it!” She snatched a scalpel from the medical tray beside her, wrapping one gloved hand around the cool stainless steel. “I will begin with a standard Y-incision.”

“Are you sure you want to start there?”

“Mr. Stark…”

“Tony, please, and frankly I have to say while it’s a little hot seeing you just carve into it like it’s a Thanksgiving turkey, I’m just saying you don’t know what you’ll find in there. I mean, treasure hunting is fine and all, but I do have some medical equipment I could loan SHIELD that might help the process, let you get a sense of what you are dealing with.”

“You have medical equipment that can do a full body scan workup the likes of which we need without me having to cut up an alien entity for 7 hours?”

“Yep!” He popped the last “p” as he scooped up the drippy dregs of his downed sundae.

“And you haven’t thought to offer it until now.”

“Well, you know, was rather preoccupied with defending us all from alien invasion, nearly dying because of it, and cleaning up my hometown after it got demolished, but I got around to it.”

Scully gripped her scalpel tighter. “Would you be so kind to offer it to SHIELD for their use?”

“Sure! I’ll have my boys upstate send some stuff down. In exchange, you share your results with me.”

“I plan to make them open to give a full report to SHIELD.”

“Ahh, but I want them all, unadulterated and complete, and SHIELD is not me! I am many things; an engineer, superhero, sometimes businessman, often late, and Romanoff said I was a textbook narcissist.”

“Wonder where she got that idea,” Scully breathed, tossing her scalpel on the tray.

“You barely know me, Agent Doctor! I’m hurt!”

"Hardly the first time, I imagine, judging from your impeccable social grace and long history of emotionally stable relationships. But, please, tell me how to do my job, a woman whose been in field work for twenty years and has seen more weird shit in her career than you could imagine before breakfast. I'm sure your Masters' Degrees in building erector sets will be endlessly useful in telling me how I get it wrong!"

Where in the hell had that come from?

She turned wide eyes on Stark, as stunned as he was that she even said it. For long, horrible moments, nothing but silence reigned between them. When it broke, it was him clearing his throat as he quietly scrapped at the bottom of his little, plastic container.

“I don’t know, Agent Doctor Scully, after the last week, I can imagine a lot of weird shit before breakfast.”

Right now would be a great time for the earth to open and Scully to be swallowed up. She doubted her prayers would be answered, though, as Stark rose, tossing his empty container into the bin nearby, not-so-quietly wondering where Fury got these red-heads he kept bringing into the building.

#shieldagentscully #tony stark #avengers #mcu #ice cream #foot in mouth

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contradictiontonature-blog · 7 years

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open rp:

“FBI Agent Dana Scully.” She introduced herself, and confirmed it with the swift movement of her badge. Dana gave the person in front of her a quick look over, a hint of suspicion in her expression. Her arms folded tightly before her voice spoke in a tone of disdain, “What happened here?”

#posting this again cause I need some more threads! :)#open rp #open starter #indie rp #open to all

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nancyanncreed · 5 years

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Ramblings of My Mind (A Book Of Poems) #wattys2018 - 100 Percent (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/5DqOP9uBvT Many of my poems might be dark and depressing, but writing is how I cope with things life throws at us. When I'm frustrated, hurt, and sad, I write. It helps me cope with my feeling though not every poem will fit this description most of them will. I write on a slew of subjects; motherhood, family, miscarriage, children, raising children and many more. Sometimes moms get into a competition of who's the better mother or who has the best kids, whose job is hard and that mindset helps no one. So I promise to be as real as I can, hoping the things that have challenged me can help someone else. A little about me: I have 3 kids and love to RP and write. I love comics, fantasy, and many other fandoms. The name Wendysculy comes from my college days. My friends thought I looked resembled Wendy from "Wendy's" and Agent Scully from the X-files I hope you enjoy my crazy ideas, poems, and musings. 3rd place in The Choco Awards in Poetry I thought you had my back. I thought at least one person would support me!To support me no matter what,Defend me to no end!100 percent, but I was wrong.I'm not good enough for that.I feel betrayed but you say sorry.I guess others are better,And I just have to acceptThat I alone in this world?

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spacegate · 7 years

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Art for me to get back in the swing of things.

My rp human, Myra, usually wears a duster and layers of clothes so she can look cool like her hero, AGENT SCULLY, but underneath she is buff as hell.

She’s an athlete who’s always frigging doing pushups and pull ups and climbs buildings for the fun of it and then jumps off for fun. I just wanted to practice anatomy and more dynamic posing.

The scars are from a car accident that she survived. The ones one her legs are from Ilizarov apparatus cause she shattered her legs DO NOT GOOGLE THAT IF MEDICAL PICTURES FREAK YOU OUT.

BUFF LADIES ALL THE WAY. SHE CAN PICK YOU UP AND THROW YOU OUT OF A WINDOW.

#art #myra #human #rp stuff #scars #thebackalley #i love my human #swole

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agentmulderrp · 3 years

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Damn, Scully. Gimme a sec. 🍌💦

#mulderrpacc #agent mulder #agent scully #msr #ms rp #roleplay account #nc17

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spookyagentfmulder · 7 months

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😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

Nonverbal RP Starters

It had been another hard case, another rough night. Anything relating to abductions these days stung Mulder in a way they didn't use to. Before it was just Samantha, and that was bad enough, but over the last couple of years it wasn't just her anymore: it was Max, and worst of all, Scully. He blamed himself for her abduction, allowing Duane Barry to go on about his case instead of simply focusing on the hostage situation and letting the sniper team take him out. He regrets allowing him room to escape and putting Scully in jeopardy. At the time he told himself Scully had signed up for the job, and as a Federal Agent she should have known the potential risks. But that was giving himself an excuse. He should have been more protective. He should have given her more warnings. He should have done a lot of things, but he didn't.

Fox jolted up from his couch, covered in sweat and strangled by his blankets. He kicked them off in a half asleep panic, touching his face and attempting to ground himself in his living room.

My name is Fox Mulder. I'm in my apartment. The time is-

He checked his watch. Jesus, four in the morning. With a shuddering sigh, the agent rubbed his forehead and his eyes, feeling exhausted. He had to get up. He needed a glass of water. He needed to shake off whatever the hell nightmare he had just woken up from. After staring out into space for several minutes, Mulder finally got up and quietly walked into the kitchen.

He could feel the tears coming on already. He could feel the ball of emotion making his throat tighten. Fox sniffled as he pulled a cup from the cabinet, shaking hand bringing out only for it to slip and fall onto the floor. Thankfully it wasn't glass. He knew better than to mess with glass when he was like this, but even so having something slip out of his grasp and clatter onto the floor was enough to send him spiraling over the edge.

Hands gripped the counter as Mulder hung his head. His shoulders began to shake, and in the privacy of his own kitchen the agent began to weep. He was so tired. He was so, so exhausted from everything. From running. From fearing for his life. For having to sleep with a gun next to him. He was so, so worn out. He didn't know what to do anymore.

That was when he felt it. The gentle hand upon his shoulder. The familiar warmth of an angel coming to him when his soul was crying out in pain. Fox heard the cup being placed on the counter, and turned to look at Emmanuel with red rimmed eyes. Words tried to come out, but they were stuck behind that ball in his throat. More tears streamed down his face, and Mulder simply gave in to the desire to bury himself in Emmanuel's embrace.

There, in his kitchen, Fox Mulder wailed and sobbed. There, in his kitchen, Fox Mulder allowed himself to feel small. To feel scared. There, in his kitchen, Fox Mulder grieved all the people he lost.

@handgiven

#handgiven #;case file -memes and prompts #my boy needs a hug fr #long post

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