#mulder/scully

[thisisbeefjerky]

Jesus Christ I see why they call it the season of secret sex, I mean my god it’s been one episode since they kissed and she is fixing his tie while she talks to him, looking him up and down, he’s staring at her lips and checking her out with no attempt to conceal it, the girls are Down Bad

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

het ships so good they feel like queerbaiting

[samsautopsy]

some mulder/scully art ^_^!!

[sarahjaneadventures]

a fox it was, he shook afraid / i spoke no words, no sound he made

(pose reference from ivan the terrible and his son ivan painting)

[digipaw-does-art]

It's Mulders birthday today! Had to draw him and Scully (they must never be separated)

I'll probably make a digital version later, but I was very busy today, so the sketchbook it is.

[thelightfantastik]

okay so i'm watching the x files for the first time and in 'small potatoes' when the shape-shifting man turns into mulder, and he's attempting to get it on with a wine-tipsy scully, and then the real mulder walks in... do they ever mention that again? like scully was 0.3 seconds away from kissing 'mulder', arguably not doing anything to stop it, and real mulder walks in and sees it. AND THEN THE EPISODE ENDS? DO THEY REALLY NEVER MENTION IT AGAIN? IS THERE MORE OVERT SEXUAL TENSION ON THE WAY? PLS

also i was so baffled where it was going. would real mulder be like "nice" or would scully have stopped him? would scully be like, wait, i like him?? and then he doesn't like her back, primed for some pining?? like i bounce between shipping them and not shipping them. i have no idea where i stand. but in that moment i was there for it

[spookyfbi]

The lack of ‘happy 24th anniversary of Mulder & Scully’s first kiss’ posts on my dash is frankly alarming

[thexfilesrewind]

Look how excited she is when she realizes it's him knocking on her door. And how happy he is to see her. And when she closes the door smiling. Their dynamic is everything even in episode one.

[livingchancy]

if anyone’s got good mulder/scully fics written by gay people send them my way please please please!!. I can’t take it anymore, bend that man over or so help me god.

[phannibal]

highway 375

msr, 3k, T.

“Scully?” he says, inquisitive, tinged with hurt. Two tones she has not heard in his voice over the last several days. “Show me it’s really you,” and she doesn’t mean to sound this wary, but eight hours ago the man with this face had morphed into a stranger, and if she believes it’s him in there and it’s not—

or; what if they remembered dreamland?

[thisisbeefjerky]

Guys reminder that Fox Mulder is red-green colorblind (he says so in Wetwired, s3e23, about 25 minutes in), so this is how he sees Scully

First image is normal, second image is strong Protanope color blindness

Knowing this makes it so funny to look back on all those fics I’ve read where he goes bananas over her lipstick or her red hair or whatever because he literally does not even see it that distinctly

Here’s a second image with a slightly less intense version of the same type of colorblindness

Idk I find this pretty fascinating actually, anyways I used the app Chromatic Vision Simulator to get these photos, it’s neat go check it out

Shout out to my color blind homies @lukas-biggest-fan @rasen7721 for the app recommendation and for being cool

[hawthornewhisperer]

here's to the night (we felt alive)

Mulder/Scully, rated E. 3,700 words.

Fox laid on the bed, feeling—something. He couldn’t quite define it. He was fidgety and overly warm, even though he had turned the shitty motel air conditioning on as high as he could crank it. There was a veritable blizzard both outside and pouring out of the noisy machine under the windows, but he was still stripped down to his undershirt. If the windows had been able to open, he would have had them thrown wide, snow be damned. He tried closing his eyes but was immediately back up, pacing uncomfortably around the room. Fox kept having—urges. Thoughts. About things (and people. Okay, maybe just one person) he definitely, definitely shouldn’t be thinking about. (Or: Mulder and Scully get exposed to a massive dose of pheromones and have to fuck.)

Read it here.

[mytardisisparked]

Car Games

A look at the ways Mulder and Scully pass the time on road trips.

Read on AO3

-

“Do you like car games?”

She looked up from the file in her lap, brows raised. “I’m sorry?”

He glanced over at her. “I, uh, wondered if you like car games. Y’know. Like, I Spy, or the License Plate Game.”

Scully took a deep breath, feeling a bit surprised. Her new partner was kind of interesting, the way he was so restless; it seemed to her that he was constantly moving, as though he thought the world would stop if he did. 

And yet, here he was, asking her if she enjoyed car games. 

“Um, I suppose. I played some with my brothers and sister when I was younger.”

He nodded. “Which one was your favorite?”

She took a deep breath. “Probably the License Plate Game.”

For a moment, he was quiet. “I don’t believe you.”

She whipped her head around to look at him. “Excuse me?”

He looked back at her, eyes dancing. “Oh come on, Scully. You grew up with three siblings. I refuse to believe the License Plate Game is your favorite.”

“Why would having siblings change that?”

He shrugged. “Siblings come up with messed-up games to play together. Or, really creative, unique ones. I bet you four had a really good one.”

She tilted her head at him, setting her jaw for a moment.

He was right, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. “Fine. We didn’t have a name for it, but we played this game where we would count how many animals were on our side of the car – usually Missy and I were on a team and Bill and Charlie paired up – and then if we passed a cemetery you would have to “kill” all your animals, “bury” them, and start over from zero.”

He smiled, not in arrogant triumph, but in a way that almost seemed impressed. “That’s a good one. Wanna play it?”

She wet her lips. “We don’t have to–”

“There’s a farm outside your window. Better hurry.”

With a small smile, she turned and started counting cows.

—

“‘W!’ I SEE A ‘W!’”

Mulder couldn’t help but laugh as Scully crowed out her victory. She was a whole 7 letters ahead of him in the Alphabet Game and, to be honest, he wasn’t mad about it.

She was competitive. She played it off well, but 7 hours into a road trip her calm, reasonable front started to slip and a Scully that seemed to strongly dislike losing came out to play. 

He glanced over at her, cheeks flushed with excitement and her eyes bright with good humor. She was getting more comfortable around him, just as he was with her.

“Okay, okay, we get it.” He shook his head in mock shame. “No one likes a bragger.”

She flashed him a smile. “I’m not bragging. I’m stating a fact.”

“Sure.” He focused outside, looking for road signs. “Have you ever lost the Alphabet Game?”

She was quiet for a minute. “No.”

He glanced at her. She was looking studiously out the window. 

“You hesitated.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

She took a deep, irritated breath. “Fine. Charlie beat me once on a technicality.”

Mulder nodded diplomatically. “On a technicality?”

“He and I saw a letter and called it at the same time. Bill and Missy were tired of me winning the game, so they voted Charlie the winner.”

Mulder barked out a laugh. “That sounds like less of a technicality and more like the democratic overthrow of a dictator!”

She spun to look at him, mouth open. “Excuse me?!”

He put up a hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, harsh metaphor.”

Scully licked her lips, and he saw their corners curl. “It’s… not that inaccurate. I could be a bit…”

“Competitive?”

“A bit.”

“Like right now?”

She smiled at him. “Oh no, nothing like right now.” She chuckled with a hint of pride. “I could be so much worse.”

Before Mulder could reply, she pointed past him out the window. “There’s an ‘X.’”

—

“I spy something…. brown.”

Scully sighed deeply.

“C’mon, Scully. Something brown. You’re gonna miss it.”

She threw him a look. “This is Texas, Mulder. Everything is brown.”

He opened his mouth for a second – as if to retort – and then seemed to think better of it.

Good.

The car was silent for a few moments, the air conditioner running at top speed to combat the heat outside. Their radio had gone out 30 minutes ago, leaving the AC and the sound of the tires on the road as their only music. The steady hum might have provided Scully with a fairly restful sleep, were it not for her eternally restless companion. Every few moments he seemed to pop up with something new to say, to comment on, to point out; she envied, in a way, his immunity to the lethargy of the heat and the hum and the rolling desert.

“It was a tumbleweed.”

She looked at him, brow furrowed. “Huh?”

He glanced at her quickly, as though trying to see how close to a line he was stepping. “The brown object. It was a tumbleweed.”

She sighed and turned back to the window. “Which one?”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him smile and, despite herself, she bit back a smile of her own.

“It’s your turn, Scully.”

She wet her lips, feeling a crack in the bottom one; they had spent 2 full days in the dry heat and she had run out of chapstick before they had even left the airport to get their rental car. “Okay. I spy something brown.”

Even without looking at him directly, she could tell his face had just lit up.

“Is it that tumbleweed?” He pointed at a random one beside the road.

“No, it’s the one two to the left.”

“Rats. That was going to be my next guess.”

She finally allowed herself a small grin. “I’m sure it was.”

—

“It’s going to be really hard to find a ‘Hawaii’ license plate here in Ohio, I think.”

Mulder smiled. “You might be surprised, Scully. Ohio is a vacation destination.”

“Oh really?” She raised her brows. “Pray tell, what ‘destinations’ does the Buckeye State have to offer?”

He pointed out the window as she turned the car past a sign for Cuyahoga Valley National Recreation Area. “Well, look right there; there’s a national park here.”

“Hm, alright. What else?”

“Lake Erie.”

“Does it have beaches?”

“Probably.”

“Hmm.”

“The water’s probably too cold to swim in, though.”

“Says the boy from New England.”

He chuckled. “Are you egging me on, Scully?”

She tilted her head. “Maybe.”

He tilted his head, too. “You want to swim in a frigid lake?” When she shrugged, he grinned and went on. “Oh, I see, this is an excuse to see me in a bathing suit, huh?”

She threw a glare at him as she turned another corner. “You wish.” He couldn’t help but notice the red coloring that was slowly sneaking into her cheeks.

He smiled and left it at that.

He looked around out the windows again. “Maybe a nice family from Hawaii has their car parked at that Cheesecake Factory.” He nodded at a sign for one just off the road.

“We could go look after our meeting with the local PD.”

He smiled at her. “Sounds good to me. Even if we don’t find our last license plate we can at least get some cheesecake out of the deal.”

She glanced over at him, eyes bright. “You read my mind.”

—

“Mulder if you don’t stop fiddling with the dial, I’m going to drive us off the next bridge I find.”

Mulder looked up from the radio, motioning theatrically at the windows and the empty, rolling sand beyond. “Well, considering the fact that we’re in BFE New Mexico, I think you’ll be hard-pressed to find a bridge.”

He went back to trying to find a radio station as she groaned out loud.

“There’s no radio signal out here. Give it a rest. Please .”

He leaned back with a sigh. “Next time we come to the American Southwest I’m making a mixtape. We can play ‘Name That Tune.’”

Despite her earlier irritation, she felt a spark of curiosity. “What would you put on a road trip mixtape for us, Mulder?” She tried to put a bit of sarcasm in her voice to cover up her genuine interest.

“Well, ‘Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog’, for one.”

She shook her head. “The song is actually called ‘Joy to the World’ by Three Dog Night, and I’m not giving an encore performance.”

“Well, I suppose I can’t put it on anyway, now that I know I had the title wrong. You would automatically win.” Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the massive grin on his face.

“Fair enough. What else?”

“Hmm, maybe some Van Halen. A little Fleetwood Mac.” He sat back in the seat so he was turned towards her. “What would you put on a mixtape?”

She thought for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth turned up a smidge. “The Shaft theme song.”

Satisfaction settled soundly in her chest as she watched his jaw drop. “Scully! I know I didn’t sing that on that case–”

“Yes you did!”

“I did not!”

“Prove it!”

He gaped at her for a moment, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “You know, someday I will. I’ll get some kind of…. memory reader to go back in your memories and see that you made that up.”

She grinned triumphantly. “I can’t wait to see your face when this ‘memory reader’ tells you it really happened.”

Before Mulder could respond, the radio crackled back to life, and a slow song began coming through their speakers.

Scully pointed at the radio. “‘That’s the Way Love Goes,’ by Janet Jackson.”

Mulder let out a low whistle and pulled a small notebook out of his pocket. He wrote an M and an S at the top of the page, and made a mark under the S.

 “Point for Dana Scully.”

—

"Come on, Scully; Mothman, Bigfoot, or the Flatwoods Monster?" He tried to hide his smile as Scully’s brow furrowed rather cutely, a playful look of disgust on her face.

"I don't wanna kiss any of them, Mulder! Moths are dusty, Bigfoot is probably biologically close enough to humans to carry human diseases, and the Flatwoods Monster is probably dirty from being in the woods all day!"

He bit back a laugh. "I was in the woods all day today, you know."

"Yes. And I'm not kissing you until you shower." She set her mouth in a line, but he could still see the faint curl at the edge of her lips and the sparkle in her eye.

"Promise?"

She wet her lips and raised an eyebrow, giving him a long look. After a moment, she tilted her head. “I’d marry Bigfoot, kiss Mothman, and kill the Flatwoods Monster.”

Mulder clicked his tongue. “Interesting choices!”

“Well fine! What would you do?” She stopped trying to hide her smile. She’d been doing that more lately – smiling freely, flirting, laughing. Mulder liked it a lot.

“I’d marry Bigfoot, kiss the Flatwoods Monster, and kill Mothman.”

Scully let out an exaggerated sigh. “Well, we can’t both marry Bigfoot.”

“Ah,” he smiled, “but Bigfoot could marry us. As the officiant.”

She looked at him again, this time her face was less readable. He could feel her studying him. He tried to keep his face neutral.

“Mulder, when I marry you there will be zero cryptids involved.”

He was surprised he didn’t pull a muscle, whipping his head around to look at her and see if she was serious.

When his eyes had stopped bugging out of his head enough to focus on her face, he saw that she was smiling mysteriously down at the sudoku puzzle book in her lap.

[cowboyslikedean]

had a heinous idea for an msr orpheus and eurydice retelling fic, blacked out and wrote this outline. very much taking any and all thoughts on the concept & outline if u read it and have any u wanna share

[battleshipgarcy]

I shipped Mulder/Scully for only a blink of an eye when I first started watching The X-Files. One of my good online friends (turned IRL friend) showed me this fanvid not long after Lyle created it (1998? 1999? 2000?). It was the very first fanvid I ever saw, and though I don't "endgame" ship MSR, I still love this video very much.

[ppyyooart]