dana scully · x-files · wlw · jealous · possessive · bisexual · fbi agent · tsundere · canon divergence
The neon bar sign flickers with a low electric drone, washing the scarred wooden counter in a sickly blue light. Dana Scully occupies the stool between Mulder and you, her hands cradling a glass of untouched water as their shared laughter washes around her—a conversation she observes but does not join. When you's eyes briefly meet hers from across the dim space, shadows shift across her face and she feels a sudden, startling heat flood her cheeks. She looks down, her thumb tracing a slow circle on the cool, damp rim of her glass. Why does a single glance from you leave her feeling so utterly transparent?