Fox Mulder is not a man who makes mixtapes.

Prior to iTunes and the digital dominance of our musical lives, making a mixtape was hard damn work. I know this, because my dad has been making mixtapes my whole life, and they used to take, like, math and having lots of different pieces of technology and you had to sit there the whole time. I just can't see Mulder putting that much time and effort into it.

Plus, there's an weird sentimentality involved in making a mixtape. You're looking for a creative narrative thread, and frequently it revolves around the person you're making it for. Especially if you don't make them a lot, you have to find a way to create something consistent, something that captures the spirit in which you're making it. I don't see Mulder as wanting to draw on those sorts of creative skills, not for something as trivial-feeling as a mixtape.

So he just wouldn't. OK?

But let's say he did.

Let's say, oh, he decided he was going to make Scully a mixtape. For their anniversary, maybe.

("We have an anniversary?" she says when he slides it across the breakfast table. "Well, we have to, don't we?" "And now we celebrate it?" "I just thought...never mind." He sulks away with the dishes. She briefly contemplates gathering a blood sample--she's a normal doctor now, she can get it done fast--but puts the CD on for her commute, and listens to it on repeat for two weeks, until he gets in the car with her one time and it turns on automatically, and she shuts it off to try to forestall the gloating. She does not succeed.)

This is an attempt to telepathically read Mulder's musical preferences, through the admittedly limited framework of music I own. It's also an attempt to figure out, if he were so inclined as to make a mushy stupid romantic mixtape for his partner, what he'd put on it; that is, what would he want to obliquely tell her about his feelings? What sneaky things would he want to slide in there? I've done my best not to use songs I've used before on mixtapes, even where the Mulder in my head approved of them.

As my parenthetical ficlet above suggests, this is unremarkable-house era, though, actually, parts of it seem more s7 appropriate. Some bits of it are Caseyverse compatible, but it's not necessarily so. Anyway. Don't think too hard about it.

10 tracks: Bob Schneider, Joan Osborne, and others )

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Title: Family Reunions
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh ([personal profile] amalnahurriyeh)
Summary: Things get put back together.
Genre: Gen; Kidfic.
Rating: PG (adult themes, but no strong language or violence)
Warnings: None.
Angst Level: Low to moderate (being a grownup is hard)
Universe: Mulder-containing.
Timeline/Spoilers: Set in 2013.
Disclaimer: Intellectual property is a capitalist fiction designed to oppress the working fic-writer. That said, I don't own them either.

Author's Notes: This owes a debt of cheerleading to both [personal profile] wendelah1, for whom the first Gina Van de Kamp story was written, and who encouraged me to finish this and get it posted, and [livejournal.com profile] maybe_amanda, who beta'd both this and the previous story, and nagged me to finish a couple of times.

MY FEELINGS ABOUT BLENDED FAMILIES LET ME SHOW YOU THEM.

Dear Mulder, I wanted to let you know that we received the birthday cards. )
Title: To Stop
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh
Summary: He's a pervert and an asshole and he loves her so fiercely that sometimes he thinks he'll combust.
Pairing: Mulder/Scully UST.
Rating: On the R/NC-17 line, for nonexplict masturbation. (If I had a nickel for every time I wrote that phrase...I'd have one nickel.) Also some implications about Mulder's sexual history that some many consider unflattering.
Timeline/Spoilers: No spoilers, sometime post s5. Most ironic if it's post Dreamland.
Disclaimer: Intellectual property is a capitalist fiction designed to oppress the working fic-writer. That said, I don't own them either.

Notes: So I originally started this for the Video Killed the Radio Star challenge, and then took forever to finish it. But here it is. Inspired by the video Ayo Techonology, by 50 Cent, featuring Justin Timberlake. Here's the video: WARNINGS for stalking, NSFW costuming, and general thingification of real live women. Also, warning for white-boy dancing so terrible that I don't know how JT was willing to let himself be filmed doing it.



Fuck London; he who is tired of cheap motel pay-per-view is tired of life. )
This barely deserves a header, being so short, but I'll do one for form's sake.


Title: All Bitter and Clean
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh
Summary: She decides quoting Dylan Thomas is a bit too much, even for her, even for now.
Pairing: Eh, none, I guess.
Rating: PG for sad.
Timeline/Spoilers: Immediately before the dinner party scene in Gethsemane.
Disclaimer: Intellectual property is a capitalist fiction designed to oppress the working fic-writer. That said, I don't own them either.

Notes: Written for [personal profile] mumblemutter's Video Killed the Radio Star challenge during [community profile] three_weeks_for_dw. The inspiration video was The Mountain Goats' song This Year. (Thanks also to [personal profile] bravenewcentury for introducing me to The Mountain Goats.) Here is the video:



And here's the ficlet:

She's here under duress, she thinks as she parks the car, as sure as if she had been tied up and clubbed. )
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