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Dialogue prompts: 9, 37, or 47. Love your writing!
Thank you so much lovely anon! Dialogue prompts were “You’re in love with her.” + “Lie to me then.” 47: “Why are you
whispering?” Set in season 6, around Arcadia.
“What is he doing here?”
That’s the first thing Bill Scully says, or spits rather, when he opens the
door. He doesn’t look at his sister, who he hasn’t seen in months, but only at
her partner. The spooky man who is followed by doom and therefore has no right
to be here, at his house, with his family; at least that’s how Mulder
interprets Bill Scully’s current expression. Mulder tightens his grip on to the
plate with the huge cake neatly tucked into too much tinfoil that Scully pushed
into his arms moments ago.
“He was invited.” Scully
rushes past her brother, leaving Mulder outside in the cold, fending for
himself. When she’s angry she can forget him, sometimes. They’re similar in
that way. He knows this. Mulder offers the cake like a peace offering. Or
something. Bill stares at it. Then back at Mulder. His eyes narrow and for once
they’re in agreement: they both wish Mulder wasn’t here.
“No one told me you were
invited.” Mulder isn’t surprised.
“I was told you were fine with
it.” He replies; he really should have known better. Bill yanks the plate
out of his hands, the only outlet for his anger, and leaves the door open so
Mulder can enter. He’s not welcome here, that much is clear, but Bill Scully
Jr. is not going to let him rot outside. Mulder closes the door quietly behind
him, taking a deep breath. He should have said no when Scully asked him to come
with her to San Diego. He should have insisted. He had, if he remembers
correctly. Until that moment when Maggie Scully herself called him and told him
to be there or else.
Right now he thinks or else would have
been the better choice.
“Fox!” Maggie Scully
downright squeals when he enters the kitchen as discreetly as he can muster.
Several heads turn; he recognizes Tara Scully, his very own Scully, and a woman
he has never seen before, who looks almost as uncomfortable as he feels.
“Hello Mrs. Scully.” She
grabs him and engulfs him in a tight hug.
“I’m glad you came,” she
wipes at his cheek, a motherly automatism, “I wasn’t sure.” She adds
more quietly glancing at her son, who is busy trying to free the cake from the
“You remember Tara, don’t
you?” Bill Scully’s wife offers him a warm smile and a strong handshake.
“Nice to see you again, Fox. Oh,
you prefer Mulder, don’t you? Dana always calls you Mulder!” She laughs
uncomfortably and blushes deeply.
“I’m fine with either.” He
assures her and he is certain he can hear Scully huff.
“And this is my other daughter-in-law,
Sandra. She’s Charlie’s wife.” Mulder and Sandra exchange a handshake and
a nod that seems to say I’d rather be somewhere else right now.
“Is Charlie here? I’ve never met
“He’s expected later
tonight.” Maggie Scully tells him and he watches Sandra’s expression
soften, just thinking about her husband getting here, saving her from the rest
of his family. Mulder turns around to look at Scully. She’s leaning against the
counter, her arms crossed in front of her. Not even she wants him here. He
can’t blame her, not really. They might have the x-files back, might be back
together professionally, but the ramifications of the last months are still painfully
palpable. Diana, he thinks bitterly, swallowing her name and the thought. Things
that were said that shouldn’t have been said. Things done. He stares at her,
bites his lip, and she turns away from him, nudging her brother and helping him
get the tinfoil off the cake. Mulder is convinced that no one will eat it
Maggie Scully shoos them all out of the
kitchen when it becomes apparent that neither of them is any help. Tara and
Sandra are talking about babies; little Matthew is upstairs sleeping. Sandra
and Charlie, apparently, are trying. Mulder tries to catch Scully’s attention,
but she’s either willfully ignoring him, or truly lost in her own world. He
feels anger well up in him. If she really doesn’t want him here then why didn’t
she just say so? He is sure she could have come up with an excuse for him. Her
brother hates him already, what’s a few more Scullys? He could have taken it.
“Can I talk to you a moment?”
Bill Scully’s voice is harsh and it’s way too close for Mulder’s liking. He
nods, swallows hard. He follows the other man, wherever they’re going, and now
Scully looks at him. Mulder wants to ask her to save him, please, but his mouth
is dry, his mind empty. Which is why he doesn’t first notice that Bill Scully
is leading him outside. Once there, he towers over him, his hands on his hips,
his face dark. He’s going to punch me, Mulder thinks, or worse.
“You’re in love with her.” Of
all the things Mulder expected Bill Scully to throw at him this is not it.
“You are, aren’t you? You’re in
love with Dana.” It’s not even a question.
“You sure you want to know the
answer to that?” Stupid, Mulder. Stupid, stupid. He doesn’t want to make
Bill even angrier. He just doesn’t want him to know before he’s had a chance to
tell Scully. Well, he has told her. And she didn’t take him seriously. Oh
“Lie to me then. Make me try to
understand why my mother – my own mother – invited you here. If you love her…if
you are in love with her… I still couldn’t stand you, but. I saw the way you
just looked at her, Mulder.” He used to look at her a million different
ways, or so he thought. Depending on the time of day, on her mood, and mostly
his. On where they were, or why. On what she was wearing. In the end he
realized it wasn’t true. There might still be a million different ways he looks
at her now. Except they all mean the same.
“I’m not going to lie to you,
Bill,” Mulder begins, “I do love her. I am in love with her. We’re
not… we’re not together though, if that’s what you mean. But yes. I’m in love
with her. Have been for a long time. She doesn’t feel the same way. Not like…
she’s not in the same place. I came here because your mother invited me. If… if
Dana doesn’t want me here either, I’ll just leave. I’ll just… leave.” As
if on cue, the front door opens and Scully steps out.
“You’re not making him leave,
Bill.” She tells her big brother and Mulder knows that tone all too well.
It means business. He’s been on the receiving end of it often enough.
“I wasn’t going to make him
leave.” Bill mumbles and stomps past Mulder. He stops in front of Dana and
for a moment the siblings stare at each other, then suddenly, they’re hugging
and grinning. “Glad you could make it, sis.” With that he disappears
inside. Scully walks towards Mulder and he watches her, wondering what she’s
thinking. But he’s always wondering.
“What makes you think I don’t want
you here?” Her voice is soft, as are her eyes.
“I thought… I don’t know, Scully.
We haven’t talked much lately, have we?” She shakes her head no, takes a
step closer. They’re almost touching. The urge to take her into his arms is
“But just so you know, I do want
you here. I’m glad you’re here.” Her voice is barely above a whisper now
and Mulder lowers his head to hers, just to hear her better. He tells himself
that’s the only reason, anyway.
“I’m glad to be here, too.”
“You’re not the only person in
that place, Mulder.”
“You said I’m not in the same
place you are. But I am, Mulder. I am.” She’s lost him. He stares at her,
not understanding a word she’s saying. She watches him, hoping he’ll catch up,
which he doesn’t, and takes his face into her hands.
“I’m in love with you, too,
Mulder. You’re not the only person in that place.” With that, she puts her
lips on his softly, just a test, merely a tease. Her hands remain where they
are, her thumbs gently caressing his cheeks.
“You are?” He’s whispering
now, too, too scared to say it out loud. She nods, grinning. “Why are you
whispering? Wait, no, how do you even know what I said?”
“We could all hear you and
Bill,” Scully tells him, still whispering, “the baby monitor.”
She points at the colorful monitor sitting there in the grass. “Tara
forgot to bring it inside after playing with Matthew. I’m glad she did.”
That might be my favorite Liam interview ever! Get all the boys on First We Feast!
sean evans is legitimately such a good interviewer…..he does great research before all of these shows. i only just started listening, but i’m having a bit of an emo moment right now because liam mentioned the “girl in the bin” story, but he referred to it as a “trash can” on the first try.
<b>My brain:</b> you see that weird thing on your face? Well..picking at it will help it to go away faster<p/><b>Me:</b> that doesn't even make sense, plus it probably won't help anyways<p/><b>My brain:</b> but, what if it does..<p/><b>Me:</b> actually you're right, I'm going to pick at it<p/></p>
i went to find a blocked user to tell cruz the url and at the bottom of that page theres the “delete account” button right… n like long story short i almost deleted w/o noticing.. the urge to press the button n delete came up as an instinct… my brain was like pull the trigger piglet
That feeling when you’re having a crap evening and you hold your littlest baby until he falls asleep thinking “this is the one I won’t screw up” but you know you are who you are and then feel worse bc you know you’re doing it wrong.
I’m still fragile about it but ok To set the scene A nice, peaceful aura amongst the group of us boarding the plane. It was like 8AM and everything had gone smoothly. I had no reason to suspect anyone. As we were all shuffling on I got bumped from behind and fell forward, dropping phone, passport, book etc. People behind me were frustrated by the delay. In the chaos I grabbed everything and made a beeline straight to my seat.
I realised I didn’t have my pillow and that it too must’ve fallen. And lemme just tell you this was a nice neck pillow. Like a bougie as fuck, memory foam neck pillow. I went and checked over the aisle asap
Someone (stranger, nice woman in her 20s or so) told me she saw a guy pick it up and he probably handed it in. So I ran and checked the aisle, and went up to the flight attendants to see if anyone handed it in. She said no. I paced up and down the aisle. I asked again. Nothing. Was told to return to my seat
I then realised someone had it, someone on my flight. I got irrationally angry bc that’s MY pillow for my 40 hours of transit motherfcker and it has my neck memory prints in it… I was like:
I then spent the first part of the flight trying to trying to find the thief but it was a big ass plane so I gave up eventually. So I mean yea don’t trust anyone and keep your pillows close and your enemies closer lol