#Mulder & Scully

[dicebarnart]

Take the couple that makes me the most emo, and make it more emo. 🖤

Someone please write fanfiction based on my illustration pleaseeeeee I beg.

Better quality on my insta and tiktok @/dicebarn

[xenaisnumber1]

Couples that call each other by their last names

[medicatedmaniac]

Quick sketch

[sculderand-mully]

not digitalis in my dunkin’ :(

[doesnotloveyou]

Easy guide to watching the X-Files! If the plot focuses on...

a man; he's fatally dangerous, and probably doomed

a woman; she is exceptionally powerful, and probably doomed

teenagers; there will be violence

a child; there will be mind-bending psychological games

an animal; he didn't mean nuthin by it

nature; run

[spelacchiotto]

[believing intensifies]

[platonic-activity]

Fanfic where Samantha is found and it’s Scully that finds her. I’ve been knocking this around in my head for awhile but I’ve never written anything so I’m terrified.

[inconveniently-discorporated]

Good god did I belong on Tumblr in my xfiles days

[lzrdprsn]

When Mulder accidently wishes away the entire Earth's population after asking for "Peace on Earth" but still goes looking for Scully anyway expecting her to be there because he knows he'd never want to be alone in the world without her.

[elevenhopperz]

there are more but these are the main ones that stuck out to me! plus s2 is such a step up from the first one so i’m enjoying those eps more. if you have other favs feel free to comment/reblog with them!

[television-overload]

I've reached the season 2 finale of X-Files and 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Mulder just collapsing into Scully's arms the second the door opens 😭

And then the hurt/comfort sickfic of my dreams with her helping him into bed and taking care of him 😭

I'm so happy

[xfilesfanficexchange]

A Dream Before Christmas

Author: LuminousPie1 For: Violetta_Valery Scully dreams of her sister Melissa who shows her that letting go is sometimes the best way to move forward. Link Here

#XFSecretSanta2022 23/28

Art: sitily

[medicatedmaniac]

Work doodles (I am very out of practice)

[agent-starbuck]

Post-Detour. Somewhere in North Carolina. Mulder decides to make it up to Scully after ditching her to go chase Mothmen.

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After a quick shower, he throws on a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt before trekking through humid night air to the motel office. The bell jingles as he steps inside and he squints at the harsh fluorescent lighting, searching for the clerk behind the desk. Reruns of Three's Company drones on in the background.

“Uh, excuse me?” His tired, weary voice scrapes coarsely against the column of his throat.

A middle-aged man emerges from another room, resting his forearms on the counter while twirling a toothpick between his lips. He gives Mulder an unamused, blank stare.

“Whatcha need?”

“I was, um, wondering if you, by chance, had any of those little bottles of wine?” He pinches his index finger and thumb together for a visual. “Or any alcohol, really. Doesn't have to be wine. And cheese, too. Any kind of cheese would do--”

“This look like the Hilton to you, mister?” the man interrupts in a thick, southern drawl. The sitcom audience laughs on cue through the tinny speakers on the TV.

“Ah, no. No, it does not.” A self-deprecating grin tugs at his lips as he turns to walk out the door before stopping to peek his head around the frame.

“Vending machines?” He inquires out into the void.

“Around the corner next to the ice machine. Ice machine's broke, though,” the voice behind the wall replies, and he digs through his wallet for the crispest dollar bills he can find.

Back in his room, he locates the small tray that the ice bucket usually sits on and arranges his vending machine goodies, along with two flimsy plastic cups, on it. The presentation is lackluster-- almost comical-- but it's the best he can do under such short notice. He looks in the mirror to run a hand through his drying hair, and clears his throat, before walking over to Scully's room next door.

His knuckles rasp across the solid, metal door, and he waits anxiously, scuffing his shoes against the rough concrete outside. Her light is still on, the soft glow diffused by the curtains drawn shut in the window and inviting a swarm of insects to dance around what little light is bleeding through.

He hears the click of the lock moments before the door finally opens. Scully stands before him in a pair of light blue cotton pajama shorts, a white tank top, and a darker blue silk robe, still open in the front. A pair of reading glasses are perched precariously on the tip of her nose, and she's clutching a book at her side, her fingers caught in the pages like a makeshift bookmark.

He struggles not to stare at her with a dumbstruck look on his face but is wholly unsuccessful. God, she is beautiful-- standing there like a sleep-mused goddess. Seeing her like this feels intimate. Sacred. Any moment he will have turned to stone. It's what happens when mere mortals chance upon the Divine.

“Mulder? Is everything okay?” A crease forms between her eyebrows. He has the urge to smooth it away with a kiss.

“Yeah, um… can I come in?” He manages miraculously without so much as a waver in his voice.

She steps aside, and he walks past, standing awkwardly with his peace offering balanced atop his outstretched palm as she closes the door behind them. She doesn't say anything. Only nods curiously at the tray he's holding, setting her book down on the nightstand.

“I know it's not exactly wine and cheese, and I know I'm not supposed to be consorting with you in your hotel room,” he swallows as he puts the tray down on the table. “But I, I'd like to make amends for being a total idiot the other night.”

“Mulder… you didn't have to do this.”

“It was no trouble, really. For some reason the, uh, vending machine didn't have mini bottles of wine--”

“I'm shocked,” she feigns disbelief and he feels his heart grow lighter at her playfulness.

“I know! But I thought grape juice and highly, over-processed cheese and beef jerky sticks would be the next best thing.” He rips the clear, plastic covering off the cups and pours juice into each one.

“Mulder?”

“Mhmm?”

“That sounds like a terrible combination.”

His face is stricken with a look of disappointment as though she just told him Sasquatch doesn't exist.

“But, somehow, it's exactly what I'm in the mood for.” She offers him a breathtaking smile. He offers her a cup of juice in return.

“Cheers, Scully.”

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[luneartt]

fox mulder? is that you?

[trashy-greyjoy]

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.