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Mulder on his solo eps: I FUCK BITCHES and KILL MONSTERS no one understands my near psychic detective skills (guessing). Sorry woman whose already in love with me, the role of most important person in my life is already filled by Dana Scully. Hold on she's calling me right now to complain, it's so funny when she's annoyed.

Scully on her solo eps: hmm unfathomable horrors, could we make this catholic somehow? Good. Yeah I'll go ahead and incorporate that into my belief system. Hold on woman and/or older man that I'm pseudo flirting/ definitely sleeping with, I need to answer a call from this looser whose obsessed with me.

Mulder on phone: 😍hi Scully😍 whatcha dooooin'👉👈

So far my favorite thing about the X-Files is that they stablish pretty early on that Mulder will break into, trespass or infiltrate government-adjacent and military facilities, he will get caught doing it, and then Scully will have to go and get him like "yes, he did something illegal, but he's just a silly little guy" as if Mulder's her annoying-but-harmless dog who got into someone's trash and not a grown ass man trying to expose government secrets.

And at first, both the viewer and said government agents who caught Mulder sneaking around will be under the impression that Scully is the reasonable, levelheaded rule-follower in this dynamic, but the show is quick to point out that if someone does refuse to hand Mulder back she is more than willing to highjack a car and hold another officer at gunpoint in a hostage situation, she would just prefer to ask politely and avoid the hassle.

Will hello tumblr.

Shot on pentax k1000

the way i think about msr all day i think i DO need to be lobotomized

Just finished season 9, what the fuck

WE ARE SO FKN BACK

IT’S OFFICIAL, THE SPOOKY SEASON HAS BEGUN

THIS IS LITERALLY ME EVERY DAY BEFORE UNIVERSITY

(looking at gifs of mulder and scully mournfully before work like a soldier before battle stealing strength from a locket containing an image of his lover)

my two fav shows, love that the romance in both are kind of slowburn maybe that’s why i love them so much…

Bones is a show the characters think is a romance but is actually a police procedural

X Files is a show the characters think is a police procedural but is actually a romance

Reblog if you've ever cried over the death of a fictional character

I’m so attached to them

the thing about mulder and scully is that if you watch the x files, you WILL love them forever. there's no other way.

I ALWAYS THOUGHT THIS SONG WOULD SUITS THEM SO PERFECTLY

"you're in the wind, i'm in the water" mulder & scully

how to say "I love you" in x-files [148/?] ⤷ 2.17 — “End Game”

Scully — when you get this message, I’ll be too far away for you to stop me. But where I’m going I can’t allow you to follow. I won’t let you jeopardize your life and your career for reasons purely personal to me. You were right, Scully. You said a line has to be drawn somewhere and I’m drawing it for you here. I’ll contact you when I can.

X-Files S1E3

- pennywise?

- he has a snow globe of the globe?

- ew ew ew ew (I have a thing about hands creepily emerging from around an edge/corner)

- GILLIAN ANDERSON

- this guy screams douchebag

- defending Mulder right away, I see you Scully

- well she just lost her appetite

- well jokes on you douchebag. She wants to be Mrs. Spooky

- they're flirting your honour

- that flicker of a smile from Scully when Mulder's messing with douchebag

- go Scully, that's a bangin profile (see: my expertise from 15 years pf watching Criminal Minds)

- douchebag 2.0 sees her actually doing a good job and immediately has to put her down, screw you

- non-zero chance that the thing going bump in the night is actually Mulder

- it's in the industrial vents?? Creepy

- too early in the episode. There'll be shenanigans

- Mulder making it a point to tell Scully she was right and he was wrong

- polygraphs are a scam

- damn she pretty

- I love that Mulder says ' Scully's right' he can't stand this douchebag

- Scully reaffirming her position and standing up for Mulder, in front of Mulder I love to see it

- MULDER SMILED

- him opening up, him playing with the necklace, her looking at down at him playing with the necklace, her looking up nd giving him that look

- (screams)

- that's the crux of it all isn't it? She respects him and listens

- this is sorta reminding me of the Supernatural Bloody Mary episode. Genuinely scary and tense

- that shot of him emerging from the darkness was creepy

- Mulder being a cocky little shit, Scully using the rules to back him up. Worst Fucking Nightmare

- "the victim's" Dana Scully you have my heart

- damn she pretty

- he's been using the same name for 100 years? Idiot

- "and you're gonna be head of the Bureau by then" he loves her so much. Also you'll be preoccupied with a lot of other shit in 2023 guys

- rip to all those that experience motion sickness on the regular. I experienced it once on a plane ride, 0/10 do not recommend

- that is not how you look at a coworker guys

- 25? I thought it was every 30 years?

- "you'd go crazy right?" Mulder nodding, my poor wet cat loser

- hell of a monologue from that actor. Well done sir

- hey it's the the scene from the title sequence

- he collects trophies? This thing is a Serial Killer

- WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING THAT WITH YOUR BARE HANDS

- ok ngl that got an audible laugh outta me. I think that's the first time I've seen Mulder rattled

- see if it killed people as a way to feed itself, and that being the only how it can get sustenance, I'd have some sympathy. But it collects trophies, it goes out of its way to almost terrorise the victim before killing them. Nah this is a Serial Killer

- NOOOO STAY AWAY FROM SCULLY

- it doesn't take much to be decent. Genuinely it is so fucking easy not to be an asshole

- someone please punch this douchebag. I really really hope this spectacularly backfires on him and tanks his career

- Mulder run, Scully needs help

- ew ew ew

- FUCK SAKW THAT GOT ME

- teamwork makes the dream work

- a federal agent was attacked in her own home bc douchebag removed the surveillance team that was supposed to be watching the main suspect. Tank. His. Career

- happy the old man got closure. Brilliant acting, no happiness, just a weight-pff-shoulders resigned sort of relief, and then tears

- wait if the theory of mutant human is accurate, then this is the first episode not about an alien

- he's going to escape isn't he? Fuck

X-Files S1E1

- that's a pretty cool title screen

- * woman running in the woods at night * yeah this was made in the 90s

- ooooh aliens (so soon?)

- sir, why are you touching a dead body with your bare fingertips??

- sheriff's shady af

- GILLIAN ANDERSON

- the fashion is very very 90s, also she's so tiny

- cigarette man is sus

- Title Card

- so she's being assigned to essentially ruin this man's career/hyperfixation?

- of course he's in the basement (so was the BAU at first but Jason Gideon and David Rossi got em outta there and into a private jet *sigh* I miss Reid)

- that has to be an iconic line right?

- HyperfixationTM

- and thus the ship that invented shipping meets (Spirk are the still forefathers tho)

- sir, sir, you are staring

- wait they did something cool here. Mulder was introduced as a character in a conversation with Scully and Scully was introduced in a conversation with Mulder

- she rewrote Einstein? He read her dissertation?

- he's so excited someone's listening to him. Oh my God, is Mulder a wet cat loser?

- she's a Skeptic

- "the answers are there, you just have to know where to look" they're going to become the FBI's worst fucking nightmare aren't they

- ma'am what was that smile??

- will her airplane phobia come up again? I think her airplane phobia will come up again

- ew sunflower seeds

- how many apple boxes is the tiny doctor sitting on?

- medical examiner's shady af

- the height difference

- what Final Destination bullshit was that?

- that is a whole ass alien body

- loser cat let me work!!! (He's absolutely definitely a cat)

- ma'am that was not funny

- ahhh the days of dynamic camera work and actual colour grading that doesn't make you wanna weep

- prediction time: Peggy did it

- they're doing a good job of establishing that Mulder is actually the experienced agent and Scully's very green

- so the conversation earlier in the office more or less says that the FBI's been trying to shut down the X-Files for a while. Mulder is probably hella jaded and cynical when it comes to partners, he's made it clear he knows Scully's there to spy on him and yet... he's not blaming her for it, he's listening to her, working with her. What is this?

- tell me she did not just pick up dirt from a crime scene and shove it into her pocket

- I fucking knew the sheriff was shady

- why are you just holding out that dirt in his rental car and touching it with your bare hands??!?!?!?!?

- scully don't ruin his eureka moment (Time is a universal invariance is a great line tho)

- mulder looked cute as hell when he opened the door

- THE HUG????

- ar you kidding me?? Are you fucking kidding me???? They've known each other 24 hours and they're already physically (Scully) and metaphorically (Mulder) stripping down in front of each other????? This is the FIRST EPISODE?????????

- ok I've calmed down

- is there actually a conspiracy here? Or is it a bait and switch?

- also he gave her the bed and sat on the floor

- nvm my prediction was wrong

- the watch!

- oh yeah, there's a conspiracy here

- the ME's daughter?

- blood coming out of a hidden tube is very obviously blood coming out of a hidden tube

- it's the sheriff son isn't it?

- if Supernatural has taught me anything (beside soul-numbing grief and mind- breaking psychological torture), it's incredibly hard to dig a grave actually

- he starts to lose hope she's not actually with him and she immediately tells about the watch. If I'm already looking for a void to scream into during the first episode, I'm gonna be dead by the end of this show aren't I?

- it is the sheriff's son

- *takes fortifying breath* now Scully's convinced it's the son but Mulder's asking her to be cautious because she's gonna have to write all this down in a report. And she's so taken aback by this caution for her sake, she actually takes a minute

- immediately comes up with a scientific way to make it make sense. Worst Fucking Nightmare

- sheriff knew and was covering for him, bastard

- Scully conveniently and continuously missing the proof is gonna be a Thing isn't it

- he got decent proof aliens exist and he ran to check on Scully

- ok smolder holder

- they're looking at each other across a two-way mirror

- that implant is Checkov's gun

- see even she knows the cigarette man is sus

- he called her because he couldn't sleep??? They met 48 HOURS AGO (I don't actually know how many days have passed in total but my point STILL SATNDS)

- the Pentagon? Definitely a conspiracy

So I've decided to watch The X-Files for the very first time after doomscrolling on Pinterest and being Intruiged.

I know this much about the show from the Internet:

- Very Important show in the sci-fi genre and cultural zeitgeist

- the MulderxScully ship invented the concept of shipping

- it's about aliens?

- the title sequence music gets used in all the meme videos

- Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny hate each other, except maybe they don't, it's really fucking complicated

Also I've decided to document this journey on Tumblr bc why not?

When oomf gets convinced by your yapping (propaganda) and starts getting into your current obsession

Stories #80-84 are chapters of the X-Files fanfiction story.

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Stories #46-47 are the X-Files fanfictions stories.

All good things happen on the couch, as well as bad ones.

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We only heal together

Author: @642stories

For: @msrisallaround​

While investigating a seemingly simple and harmless case, Mulder and Scully find themselves in a situation when their reality is anything but real. 

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#XFDarkfic2022 11/17

Story #21 "It all started with a calendar" 2/2

This is The X-Files fanfiction story.

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When Scully comes out of the bathroom, clad in her typical set of silk pajamas, her face bare of any make-up, Mulder is already in bed. He casts a coy smile in her direction, but his face is taut with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

“I took a shower in the downstairs bathroom.”

He’s wearing a t-shirt and whatever he has down there is hidden under the blanket, but Scully prays Mulder's wearing his pajama pants. Just looking at him, she feels ready to fall apart at the seams. All of a sudden she is tongue-tied, unable to squeeze out past her lips a single syllable. She feels like a bride on her wedding night who's about to get cold feet but also as if it might be her only chance, which she’s not quite ready to blow. She’s terribly out of sync with her voice of reason, so in order to calm her nerves, she turns off the light, takes a few steps to the bed, and quickly sinks under the covers.

She can feel Mulder moving as far away from her as possible, trying to give her extra space, but it immediately becomes obvious that they can barely fit in that bed together. As Mulder still does his best to avoid touching his lovely partner, one of his knees accidentally bumps into the crease of her ass, and Scully’s whole body jerks so unexpectedly that she knocks him out of bed.

“Oh my god, Mulder. Are you OK?

“Jesus, Scully. You know, you could have told me if you changed your mind about me sleeping on the floor. No need to go ballistic.”

He looks up at her from his place on the floor, grimacing and rubbing a bump on his forehead. With those big puppy eyes, that pouty mouth and mussed hair, dressed only in a tatty white t-shirt and boxers he looks irresistibly cute, and Scully can’t fight the urge to reach out and lightly touch his cheek. The whole predicament is so ridiculously comical that the corners of her mouth start curving up slightly, and she quickly covers it with her hand but it’s just too much and in a second she bursts out laughing, glimpses of tears shine in her eyes. Contagious. Deep, loud, wake-everyone-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night laughter. Mulder starts laughing with her.

And just like that, the tension is gone.

“Here, get back to bed.” Scully makes room for him on the bed and throws open the covers.

Illuminated only by the dim moonlight coming through the window across the bed, she can see Mulder wiggling his brows playfully at her. With a wide grin still plastered on his face, he gets on his feet and slips under the covers. He nudges Scully with his shoulder and she dives under his arm, throwing one leg on his, her head resting on his shoulder. Like they always sleep this way. As if she belongs there.

When Scully first realized that she started having unpartnerly feelings for her partner, she designed a whole set of rules in the situations of extreme proximity to Mulder. It didn’t take much to make her see that she had trouble sticking to those rules lately. Mulder was her guilty pleasure. And she is coming to terms with the fact that any guilty pleasure if done in moderation is not something to feel guilty about at all. Mulder IS her guilty pleasure. The one she is going to indulge in tonight and get away with.

“I have a confession.” Scully nuzzles his neck with the tip of her nose and feels him inhale sharply. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

“That?” With a hand that isn’t caressing her back in long strokes, he waves between them. “Sleeping together? Hugging?”

“Sleeping, hugging, and all the rest,” Scully confirms quietly.

“The rest?”

“Yeah, the rest.” She lifts her head off his shoulder and eyes him lovingly. Their faces are so close that the wisps of air he lets out tickle her skin, and Scully draws a deep breath like she’s going to plunge into the water. When he first feels her soft lips touching his skin, right where the bruise is already marring his forehead, Mulder stops breathing altogether. She kissed him like that dozens of times before, but somehow this time it feels different. Intimate. Like a prelude to something else. Something more.

Mulder closes his eyes, relishing her tentative caresses. She kisses his cheek then, very close to his mouth but not quite there, and as she’s about to do the same on the other side, he slightly turns his face, and their mouths meet full-on. It's a chaste kiss, their lips are barely touching, almost hovering over each other’s. Her breath is shallow, and Mulder almost stops breathing at all. She wonders if Mulder can hear her heart pounding fast and loud, as blood rushes to her face causing her usually pale cheeks to blush. Her whole body grows hot and tingles with excitement.

When they finally part, their foreheads touching, for several long minutes they don’t move at all. The kiss is mind-blowing. Intoxicating. A promise made under the guise of night, the one Mulder has a full intention of delivering.

“Jesus, Mulder,” she says in wonder, just before his mouth lands full force on hers. One of his hands slides up to cradle the back of her head. In return, she wraps her own hands around his neck, weaving her fingers through his silky strands. When they take a break to breathe, he doesn’t let go but holds her tightly, face buried in her hair. He can hear her ragged breathing, warm puffs of air on his neck.

Scully’s eyes flutter open when he loosens his grip on her, and she slides one hand down his arm to entwine their fingers.

“Wow,” is all he is capable of. His voice is husky, and his smile grows wider as Scully ducks her head. Mulder’s absolutely enamored with her apparent shyness. His logically-minded partner is all of a sudden rendered speechless. So simple, unpretentious, and amusing in her pure wonder.

“Yeah,” she whispers, and then lifts her chin and leans down to steal another kiss.

“What else is in that “the rest”, Scully?”

She snorts and once again hides her face in his t-shirt.

“We are not doing that in your mother’s place, on your tiny bed, in the house full of guests, Mulder.”

They both chuckle and he pulls her into a tight embrace, kissing her hair when Scully’s head returns on his shoulder.

“But the offer is on the table?”

“Mmm,” she hums in agreement. “You better pray there's no snow in the morning and the roads are clean, so we get back home fast and safely to try that “rest.”

“Far be it from me to tell you, Scully, how bad I’m at communing with deities.”

Scully shuts him up with another kiss.

“Oh, God.” Mulder breathes out.

“You learn quickly.”

“Can we do it again?”

“Absolutely.”

Story #20. "It all started with a calendar" 1/2

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This is not how she imagined getting into his bed. Not even close.

It all started with a phone call. No, scratch that. It all started with a calendar.

In the duo, Mulder, for all his photographic memory, is prone to being blissfully ignorant when it comes to dates. Her own birthday, not forgotten but rather celebrated in dog years, as he fairly dubbed it, perfectly illustrates an untold number of all the dates Mulder is conveniently forgetful of. Scully, on the other hand, always pays attention.

So she was the one to point at the calendar and circle Teena Mulder’s birthday in red ink. And Mulder was the one to make a face as if he bit on the lemon at her not-so-subtle inquiry if he was going to pay a visit to Greenwich.

He brushed her off, literally hiding behind a random folder and figuratively hiding behind the seemingly heavy workload, excusing himself out of that conversation. He explained later that he’d give his mother a call and FedEx her something nice. Something bright and shiny. Or something practical and utilitarian. Or something useless but obscenely expensive nonetheless. He didn’t really care. He was sure that his mother didn’t care much either. Missis Mulder and her son still happened to be at odds, and it was apparent to his partner that a nicely wrapped box with a ribbon, even with a “Love you, mom” card attached wouldn’t undo the damage. And Scully’s determination when it came to family bonds knew no bounds.

So she kept asking. And Mulder kept dodging her questions. Scully kept reminding. Mulder kept finding excuses. Right up to the moment when he found one hell of a legitimate reason to skip his mother’s birthday party (there was supposed to be a party after all, right?). A case of a teenager abducted landed on his desk, and Mulder leaped at the chance to shift his focus to anything that wouldn’t involve him in figuring out what to do with their mother-son convoluted relationship.

It was the divine intervention though that they ended up somehow in Connecticut around that fateful unfortunate birthday date to investigate an aforementioned case, and Mulder agreed to swing by Teena Mulder’s house if things went well. Not like he really wanted it, but more to indulge Scully. As luck would have it, the agents managed to solve the case in two days, which turned out to be a typical runaway, where an alien was the victim’s boyfriend, and the victim herself was abducted of her own volition.

Surrendering to the promise made earlier, Mulder and Scully drove to Teena’s place and arrived at the house in the middle of a nice family-like gathering, Missis Mulder surrounded by her peers. Good food, rich wine, lots of jokes, and laughter. Despite Scully’s concerns, Mulder felt at ease and seemed to enjoy himself.

The snowstorm came as a surprise. It was problematic to leave Greenwich then, not least because everything froze. They’d have to dig their car out, with one of them shoveling the roads clear in front of the vehicle all the way out of the state, and Scully definitely wasn’t going to let him drive in the midst of the blinding whiteness, let alone fly. Not even in the first class. Who are you kidding? She sighed heavily. Cattle-class flying is more like it.

“Well, now we have a legitimate reason to laze about.” She told Mulder when it became clear they weren’t going to leave any time soon. “I’m not sure about you, Mulder, but my circadian rhythms are terribly shifted out of whack, so I’m going to crash here,” Scully said with an air of finality. “And maybe even have a lie in. We’re not due anywhere until the storm passes. You shouldn’t skimp on your sleep either.”

The problem was that no one in Teena Mulder’s house was due anywhere. They all were stuck for the time being and there were only so many beds available.

This is how Scully finds herself standing at the door of Fox Mulder’s old room in his mother’s house in Greenwich, the one they resided in after his parents divorced, with her partner leaning against the door jamb next to her. The room is small but cozy, so neat actually that it’s the furthest from what Fox Mulder’s own place looks like these days. There’s not much furniture in there, a desk with some drawers, a couple of bookshelves, a wardrobe and a bed. The bed. The bed they’re supposed to sleep in tonight.

“Ah, Scully, you finally get to see my room,” fueled by a few glasses of Cabernet, Mulder gives her his best smile and unglues himself from his spot near the door only to hop into the bed and pat the covers in invitation.

It will be fine, Scully tries to convince herself. We go to bed, we sleep, we wake up, and head back to DC. She doesn’t want to contemplate how small and narrow the bed is and how awkwardly aroused she is at the thought of spending a night in Mulder’s arms. Hey, stop, where did it come from? It’s just sleeping. Nothing more than sleeping. That’s it. More fibs, Dana. Feed yourself with white lies.

“Could be worse, I guess. At least we don’t have to spend the night in a car.”

She has no choice but to grin and bear it. It’s not like they’ve never shared a bed before, let alone too small of a bed, but here, in Mulder’s childhood bedroom, she suddenly feels totally knocked out of the rut. It doesn’t bode well with the fact that she has it really bad for him but has no idea if the feeling is mutual. Mulder manages to get under her skin even staying in another room with a closed door between them, but she’s not so sure she can keep her walls up and her heart shut with him literally breathing down her neck.

“How are you even going to sleep without TV?” Scully asks randomly just to distract herself.

“You are my favorite box set to doze off to, Scully.” He flirts with her shamelessly and she feels how her cheeks start burning and blush creeps down her neck.

Keep your chin up, girl. But if she can’t tell him in all candor about her feelings, she at least can be brutally honest with herself. She isn’t just tired of holding back. She is tired of making the decision of holding back. Decision fatigue, they call it. Each tiny fraction of his body to hers makes her resolve waver. She can already feel how in the darkness of the night, with his body hot and impossibly close to hers, the arguments previously solid and credible become mired in uncertainty.

Mulder, a perceptive one in their partnership, seems to feel her distress and offers quietly: “I can sleep on the floor.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Scully immediately jumps at his rather weak attempt to protest, her voice of reason drowning out in a cacophony of thoughts and blood rushing down to her groin.

“If you sleep on the floor, you’ll feel even more groggy than before you nodded off. Come on, we are adults, we can make it work.”

“Can we…?” He asks with his voice barely audible, and when Scully lifts her eyes she sees that he’s not smiling anymore. Is it possible that he is trying to pull off that con scheme with sleeping on the floor not to save her virtue but because he actually feels something to her, something that she dares hope is as remotely affectionate as what she feels to him and doesn't want her to be uncomfortable? That's just too much for her hazy alcohol-filled brain to process right now.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Scully grabs her overnight bag and in a matter of seconds hides behind the bathroom door.

When Mulder hears the shower running, he growls in frustration and slumps back against the pillows, not even bothering to undress.