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i love fox mulder because he responded so beautifully to having a woman come to his room, stripping down to her underwear in a state of vulnerability and fear. many men might’ve let that lead to sex or at least leaned into the suggestiveness of it, but after he inspected her and assuaged her fears mulder gave her a blanket, and then took the floor while she laid on his bed. and that could’ve been enough —probably was enough to make her feel safe with him — but he went a step further and he leaned his head in her direction and told her about the monsters in his closet. scully was shaking and terrified and the whole thing was silly. she was getting spooked over something she didn’t believe in, and he could’ve teased her endlessly for it but instead he said: this was scary for me too. because he knows sometimes mysterious bumps are only mosquito bites, and that there is nothing to be found or bothered about, but sometimes you need someone to indulge you. to hug you. to be there and tell you they understand, too

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The X-Files really did something sexy with the dichotomy of Mulder Being Blinded By Faith and Scully Having A Crisis of Faith.

Mulder is not a religious person yet is very set in his ways and accustomed to having to believe in things alone. He is often correct in his beliefs but crucially this sometimes does more harm than good when he blindly runs towards the conclusion he wants.

Scully, a fairly religious person needs tangible proof to believe something, and requires explanation rather than assumption. She struggles with things she can’t explain and the less logical something is, the more she struggles. As a woman of science, theories need foundation. And yet, as a woman of faith, she is tested in what she believes is possible.

Scully has the potential but is afraid to believe in things she can’t understand, and Mulder exposes her to conflicting concepts and her work with him forces her to sometimes concede on what is possible and even what she’s capable of. Mulder is used to everything being out of his reach and having to be satisfied with mere suggestion and leaps of logic, and Scully forces him to consider when he’s being too lax with his conclusions and open up to the possibility of being able to secure something tangible and constant—not only in his work but in his life in general.

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I have watched the X-files episode "Fight Club" yesterday, it was pretty great and it's been a long time since I had seen it last time.

I have noticed a couple of things but one thing I found very intriguing and beautiful is how you can basically feel how Mulders spirit or presence somehow just extends over Scully protectively. I found that very interesting and maybe you can see it in season 7 more than in the earlier seasons but if you're a bit empathic/ energy sensitive, you notice how she's under his care and his watch even if he's not physically touching her. It's a very grounded and reassuring feeling and I completely understand why she would gladly hold onto it. That's two people who have spent a lot of time together intimately (and I'm not speaking of this in a sexual sense). They just have a real deep connection with lots of unspoken kinship. I think that might be between the actors too, that chemistry they had right from the beginning and what David described as "somehow joined at some significant level forever". It's a big part of why people feel so attracted and touched by their relationship and interaction on and off screen, I believe. Although they definitely have this dynamic most when they come together as Mulder and Scully. 👫

It is perceivable to a certain extent in the pilot here already:

I wish I had some decent screen captures where I could show exactly what I mean but I just have a variety of photos here that might be able to illustrate a little bit what I mean. I'm sure some of my fellow X-files fans might feel what I'm trying to convey. 😉

You can see it most when Scully is speaking to or interacting with someone else. It's like there is this certainty in the air that she does whatever she does and he lets her do her thing freely. But it is also implicitly clear that if anyone oversteps or does anything that could hurt her, he's not going to wait a second to break people's kneecaps.

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that.is.hot.

“Mmph,” Mulder grunts against her lips, “can’t believe how you get me so worked up so quickly. How do you want it, Scully?”

Scully bites her lip, then wriggles out from under him. Mulder is momentarily confused - all the blood throbbing in his cock has left little in his brain. But he quickly figures out what Scully has in mind when she turns around, getting her her hands and knees to present herself to him.

“Like this.” She breathes, rocking her hips back toward him.  She spreads her thighs until he can see her open and slick before him. Glistening pink that makes him ache.

“Oh fuck, yeah.” Mulder growls, the sight of her sending a jolt through him. If he were any more turned on he would combust. He cannot believe how incredible she looks from his angle. How wanton she is with him. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Mulder reaches for her, thumbs caressing the swell of her her hips as he pulls her back toward him. Pushing into her slowly, he grits his teeth against the overwhelming pleasure. She’s hot and wet and breath-taking. They both moan as he bottoms out inside her, so goddamn deep.

“Ah, Scully.” He groans, pulling back and thrusting in again. “Wish you could see this. God, you feel so good. So tight. Shit, honey.”

He thrusts hard this time. A damp smack as their bodies come together. Mulder shudders; it’s the greatest thing he’s ever felt and he wants to do it again. Scully gives a breathless, choked cry that he’s never heard from her before.

“Oh my God, Mulder.”

“Okay?” He gasps. He can’t see her expression, can’t tell if that was a good sound or a bad one. Head swimming, he feels almost mindless with lust. He wants to take her hard until they’re both sore, but not if it’s going to hurt her.

“Yes, yes.” Scully says emphatically, pushing back against him. The wiggling of her hips pulls another groan from his throat.

Concerns assuaged, Mulder starts up the hard, fast rhythm he craves. His balls slap against her with every thrust, his eyes roll back in pleasure.

Below him Scully gathers the sheet in her fist, gripping it with pale knuckles.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” She is moaning continuously -  wailing, really. Pushing her ass back into him she meets his every thrust. It has to be the single most erotic experience of his life: hearing Scully’s uninhibited euphoria, seeing his cock pistoning in and out of her.

He never wants it to end, but he knows he cannot keep it up much longer. He can feel the climax hurtling toward him. She feels too goddamn good.

“S-ugh-Scully, I can’t– can you touch yourself for me, baby?” Something about teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm made him want to call her pet names. “I’m getting close. Ah, this is so good. Too good. Want it to - mhmm - be good for you too.”

“It…is.” She gasps. But, carefully, she shifts her weight to one arm to bring a hand between her legs to her clit. “Jesus, Mulder. This is… ah!”

“Yeah, yeah, good girl.” He pants. Sweat drips from his brow, splattering onto her back with the force of him fucking her. “’m so close, Scully. Come for me, baby.”

“Mul-oh Jesus. FUCK, Mulder!” She yells, going rigid and shuddering. Her muscles clench painfully around him, making stars burst behind his eyes. He shouts her name as he follows her over the edge into bliss, spurting over and over, filling her with everything he has.

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Do you think 'forever yours, dana' is ooc???

NOT ONE BIT

(she’s so desperate okay. she needs to express her love in any way possible because mulder is not right there with her to receive it. this woman loves mulder so passionately ok and she MISSES HIM. she is PHYSICALLY SHAKING AS SHE READS THIS. this is the scully who thought her husband was dead and she is forever his, no quibbling. she just wants her family together and for everybody to know they are loved. by her. immensely. forever. she’s a purple writer and we love her because she is formal and deeply earnest and in such pain and i am disarmed. her priorities have totally changed and she has no stake in concealing and hiding and suppressing. she’s only thinking of her man off in danger, all alone, and what she needs to tell him right now because this is her one chance. forever yours, dana)

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I was watching the theater door video again on my desktop screen and it looks like Gill was reaching to give David a hug and M P grabbed her and hugged her before she could reach D. Maybe that is what made D look so angry.

You know, I just watched the video a few times again and…I think you may be onto something, anon. I thought Gillian was the one initiating the hug but I am not so sure anymore. Gillian actually looks like she is about to take off and is listening to something MP says by looking over her shoulder. Then once she manages to slow Gillian down, she steps forward as sort of a push for a hug and Gillian gives in (conveniently with a million cameras around).

And of course she just stands there, in the way, so David can’t get to Gillian. (And thanks to the other creepy people). I actually don’t think Gillian HAD any plans to stop and hug David outside. I think after Gillian had stopped for Monique she felt awkward NOT at least physically saying goodbye to him, hence the quick chest rub. She and David almost definitely said their goodbyes inside in private (assuming they didn’t meet up later anyway), so no need to do it in front of people. (Though I do think David was annoyed he couldn’t squeeze in an extra hug. Lol)

It seems to me a certain someone was determined to get what she was hoping would look like a “seal of approval” or something from Gillian, conveniently with cameras around. (Although a friend pointed out to me that Gillian had her eyes on david the whole time. Lol) And I think her managing to get in between D&G was an extra “bonus” for her (whether intended or not).

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You Gillovny take a break. I'm glad Gillian found a partner with whom she could grow old. He is smart man, stable and emotional, he supports and understands women's needs.

What?

“Peter … always says you can gauge the state of our marriage on the number of fishfingers he gets served up in a week,” she wrote. “And it appears I went too far once again with my culinary neglect towards Peter as … I served him the leftovers of the kids’ meal (guess what it was), he took one look and said, ‘I am neither five years old nor a f****** penguin.’ He left the table and left the house in the search for a decent dinner, as he puts it.”

Morgan’s mood was little better when Schwarzenberg, with whom he has five children, picked him up from an airport. “Not so long ago I ventured to the airport in my Smart ‘car2go’ (my monthly test object) to pick up my husband. When I got there he refused point blank to get into the Smart,” she wrote.

“ ‘I am not driving around in a f****** hairdryer. Forget it,’ he said in his finest English. The idea of sitting in a Smart car would be bad enough for my macho Range Rover-driving husband but the fact this car was emblazoned with a car2go [logo] — just went against too many of his principles. So he marched off in a rage and got into one of the waiting Mercedes taxis. After 15 years of marriage, I should have known better.”

This weekend Schwarzenberg insisted Morgan was supportive of her columns and suggested there was an element of fiction to them. “He likes them. He is fine with them. He knows he’s a character in them. It’s not him but traces of him,” she said.

In one toe-curling column in October last year she described how an amorous Morgan gave her a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey, by EL James, during a holiday to Ibiza.

She recorded her surprise that her “intellectually orientated husband who usually supplies me with premium literature … had bought me this ‘housewife porn’ book. When I questioned him about this he said bluntly that as a woman I should at least be able to form an opinion about the book that had sold 50m copies worldwide”.

She continued: “I should have just been happy but after a few chapters I began to think that maybe this wasn’t just a selfless purchase. According to a book critic, ‘EL James’s words bring women into a wave of lust and desire’. Perhaps that was my husband’s hope, too … Peter still carries the fantasy that the combination of sun, sand and sea undoubtedly leads to countless sex sessions.”

Anna Carolina Morgan Schwarzenberg

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Gillian talking about how she’d decided to turn down Sex education, but Pete has heard how Netflix were keen on it so read it, loved it and persuaded her to read it again.

CNN interview with Christine Amanpor

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San Diego Comic Con 2013 - The X-Files 20th Anniversary

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I loved your mulder reading Scully’s mind fic! Would you want to write one where he sensed/found out about her pregnancy by reading her mind?

This turned out a bit different, sorry anon. Set after “Nothing Lasts Forever”, I guess. There’s no MSIV here. Tagging @today-in-fic

More Than A Feeling

It starts with a soft flutter, one evening. Mulder is zapping through the channels while Scully, her glasses almost slipping off, sitting next to him, is trying to focus on her medical journal. The first time it happens, he thinks it’s the TV. Then it happens again and he’s already changed the channel, so it’s not that. By the third time, he’s convinced he’s gone insane.

“Scully?”

“Hm?”

“Do you hear anything?”

“Hear what? The TV is on.” The sleepy drawl in her voice indicates that she’s fallen asleep again. That has been happening a lot lately.

“That noise.”

“What noise, Mulder?” Her patience is very thin these days, too. But Mulder is used to that. They’re living together again, more or less, and it’s taking some time getting used to it.

“That… fluttering. There! Do you hear that?” He looks at her, listening for more. The sound is faint to begin with, inconsistent.

“What fluttering? I don’t hear anything.” She yawns and rubs her eyes. She puts her glasses back on and turns the page in her journal. It takes all of ten seconds for her glasses to slip again and her eyes to close. Mulder smiles.

“Hey, how about you go to bed, hm? You’re tired.”

“Am not. Am reading this article.” She doesn’t even open her eyes while she’s saying it.

“Come on. I’m putting you to bed.” Scully won’t let him carry her, but he puts his hand on her back and leads her upstairs. The flutter follows them, turns into a jittering. He makes a mental note to read up on it on his phone as soon as Scully is in bed. She’s sleepily slow as she undresses and he watches her, in case she needs help. She doesn’t.

“Good night,” he whispers, kissing her forehead as soon as she’s snuggled in. She gives him a smile, her eyes closing already, and he is certain she is asleep before he’s even left the room.

Downstairs, he gets comfortable on the couch, stretching his legs out. He opens the internet browser on his phone and googles his auditory phenomenon. Just as he suspected it could be anything. A tumor, cancer or plain stress. That seems the most logical explanation. Except he hasn’t heard the flutter in over ten minutes. Ever since he’s come back down to the living room, the noise has quieted down.

He waits all night for it to reappear, but it doesn’t.

Not until next morning, that is. Scully shuffles into the room, mumbling good morning and heading straight for the coffee machine. Mulder puts his newspaper down and watches her. There’s something about her that gives him pause. It’s not how breathtakingly beautiful she is in the morning. That’s a given.

“Why are you staring at me?” Scully asks as she turns around, sipping her coffee. She grimaces. “What is wrong with this coffee?”

“Nothing,” Mulder says, taking a big sip from his own cup to make sure. “It tastes like it always does to me.” She shrugs and takes another sip, followed by the same grimace. Mulder hears the flutter again, louder than before. There’s something… something. A dim memory forms in his mind from long ago. A morning similar to this, Scully, heavily pregnant, handing him a cup of coffee in her apartment and complaining how much she misses drinking it. They were still trying to figure everything out; this pregnancy, his reappearance, their relationship. She admitted, with a shy smile, that giving up coffee had been easy, way easier than she thought it would be. The taste, she’d said, was off.

Something is off here, too.

Mulder is staring at her as if trying to solve a puzzle. Scully being Scully, she doesn’t give up. She drinks her coffee, sips it, and visibly hates every drop of it. Every time she does, Mulder hears the flutter.

It’s her. The flutter is coming from Scully.

He’s not good at math, not as good as Scully, anyway. But even he can put two and two together. This should not be possible, not at all. A grin breaks out on his face, halfway through his thought process. It can’t be, but… what if it is anyway?

“Scully, I think…” How do you ask a woman, your best friend and partner, the love of your life - who has been unable to conceive in over a decade - if she could be pregnant? Her eyes are expectant and Mulder has never had the best timing. Her mouth closes over the porcelain when Mulder just blurts it out.

“Scully, I think you might be pregnant.” She chokes on her coffee, her face turning red. Mulder is up in an instant and by her side, gently stroking her back until her coughing fit subsides.

“Are you crazy?” Her breathless words wear a hue of anger.

“I know it sounds crazy,” he begins, pausing when he catches her look of utter disbelief. “I just… is there any way that you… is it at all possible?”

“No,” she says in a firm voice, putting the mug down. “Why on earth would you ask me that?”

“The coffee,” he points at the cup. “You hated coffee when you were pregnant with William. That’s what you told me. You’re tired all the time, Scully. You’re easily irritated.”

“It’s because you say things like that,” she says, frustrated. The flutter intensifies and Mulder reaches out to touch her stomach. “What are you doing?” Her question is a strangled whisper. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. Maybe he wants to prove her right, or himself wrong. The pain in her eyes is his fault. A few years after William, they talked about children. What it would be like to have more, at least one more. They had the same talk just a few months back and Mulder remembers it well, their new beginning. What if they’d made the impossible possible, the improbable probable?

“I just want to…” He hears it, the faint sound of a new life. It’s in Scully.

“Mulder, please stop.” A simple, yet desperate plea.

“I’m right about this,” he says, looking into her eyes. She knows he wouldn’t lie to her. There’s certainty in his voice. “Let’s get a pregnancy test and-”

“You’re crazy, Mulder.” Her voice trembles, as do her lips. She wants this. As obscure and outrageous it is, Scully wants him to be right. “Let’s go and find out just how crazy you are.”

Scully’s is gripping his hand as they walk into the drugstore. They easily find the home pregnancy tests and take two different boxes – to be safe. Mulder glances at her, silently asking if she wants to get a third. She shakes her head so two it is.

“I can’t wait until we’re home,” Scully says in the car. It’s a 15 minute drive and he’s already over the speed limit.

“I love you but please don’t tell me you want to pee in my car.”

“I should have taken the test right there in that drugstore.”

“We’ll be home in five minutes, Scully. I promise.” He takes her hand into his, interlacing their fingers. The tests are only for her anyway. He knows she’s pregnant. He listens to the gentle flutter and smiles. Their baby.

Mulder waits outside the bathroom while Scully pees. As soon as he hears the faucet, he opens the door and steps inside. She’s worrying her lip, staring at him with troubled, teary eyes. Mulder takes both her hands into his, swings them back and forth lightly.

“It will be fine. Do you want to talk names while we wait?” He grins at her.

“Please don’t get your hopes up.” Mulder nods but he puts his hand on her stomach. It’s still flat, so inconspicuous; the baby can’t be bigger than a lentil or a blueberry. He can’t quite suppress his smile either. “Mulder,” she moans, but then smiles weakly. “You’re not thinking about names yet, are you?”

He shakes his head. “No, I was just thinking that our baby can’t be much bigger than a blueberry. We could call her that: Blueberry Mulder. It’s unique.”

“Her?” Scully’s eyes sparkle.

“I think it’s a her.”

“We don’t even know if I’m-”

“Time’s up,” Mulder interrupts her, showing her his watch. They stare at each other. His heart is pounding in his chest even though he knows. He feels it. He takes the test and turns it towards Scully. He wants to read the answer from her face, not from a plastic stick.

“This can’t be true,” she mumbles, every word full of disbelief. “It can’t be… it’s impossible.” Then she lifts her head and looks at him. This time he is here. This time he can hold her hand, wipe away the tears; the happy and the confused ones. This time is different, in every way. “How is this… Mulder, I can’t- I just-” She’s full on crying and Mulder takes her into his arms. Her tears turn into hiccups and then bouts of laughter.

“I told you,” he whispers into her hair once she’s calmed down. “I can hear it, feel the baby.”

“What does it sound like?” she asks into his shoulder.

“I don’t- it feels like a day at the ocean when you listen to the waves, when you feel them kiss your toes. She sounds like a bird, just spreading her wings and learning to fly.” And just like that, the sound appears again. Mulder takes Scully’s hand and puts it on her stomach. “Can you hear her?” They’re both quiet, listening.

“I don’t…” He hears her tears rather than he sees them.

“Shhh, it’s all right.”

“Mulder, this can’t be happening. I can’t be-” She quiets when he puts a finger on her lips.

“A miracle. That’s what she is.”

“But…”

“No buts this time. No ifs, ands or bees either for that matter.” She furrows her brows. “You don’t remember?” Scully shakes her head and Mulder gives her a dramatic sigh.

“Remember that movie they made about us?” He makes air quotes. “The Lazarus Bowl?”

“I haven’t thought about that in years.”

“It’s in the movie. We should watch it some day.”

“No, Mulder. Absolutely not. Can you really hear her?” He simply nods. “Is she… do you think…”

“She’s fine. We’ll all be fine. I know this is crazy and I know this shouldn’t be happening, but aren’t you excited at all?” She’s still torn, still worried and probably going through thousands of scenarios, thinking about what could go wrong. That’s his Scully.

“I am,” she admits. “And scared. So scared.”

“I’m not going to let anything happen to either of you.” He kisses her temple and puts his hand back on her stomach. He hears the now familiar flutter and closes his eyes, revelling in the sound of their baby, their miracle.

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That last anon is totally wrong. My gay ass is gillovny because the only person i want to see Gillian with besides myself is Duchovny, and that’s only because I accepted that undeniable connection between those two years ago. 😂😂

Preach, Girl! 

These two are soulmates. I just love how both glow when in the presence of one another. It’s so beautiful. Expression of pure love right in front of your eyes. 

I’ll never understand why so many GA’s fans denies this universal truth. Look at her! Look at THEM!