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medicatedmaniac · 2 months ago
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I used a calling card of a pay phone
From the other coast
Just to tell you how good it was to hear you
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navybrownie · 2 years ago
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I can't remember what's the episode when Mulder takes a case it's not a X-file just to take Scully to a game in that city, can someone help me
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darkesttimelinestuff · 1 year ago
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"Do you recognize this?"
Day 7 of Fictober! How am I still doing this? Really proud that I've been able to write every day.
I had a lot of fun finding pictures for today's story.
Prompt #7 - "Do you recognize this?"
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Scully had turned her office upside down and inside out looking for her passport. She knew exactly where it was. Where she always kept it. Or, at least where it should have been. 
Maybe Mulder had moved it. He sometimes tossed things aside without realizing it. That’s how she had lost her paycheck once, until it turned up at the bottom of some of Mulder’s papers. Neither was quite sure how it had happened, but from then on Scully was certain to keep important documents as far from Mulder’s reach as possible. 
“Mulder, are you sure you didn’t touch the things in my desk?” she called across the room.
“I’m sure!” he shouted back defensively. “What business would I have going through your desk?”
“Because I always keep my passport right here,” she said, pointing to a drawer, “and I don’t see it. And if I can’t find it, we can’t go to Mexico tomorrow.”
Mulder stood and crossed the room to her desk. “Let me check,” he offered. “Two sets of eyes are better than one, right?”
She motioned with her hand, giving him permission to look.
“Be my guest, but I doubt you’ll find it. I’ve searched that desk twice,” she insisted, slumping in a nearby chair in frustration. 
As Mulder bent over the desk in concentration, Scully checked out his ass. Even in his 50s he had killer buns! 
“It’s so unlike you to misplace these things,” he was saying. “I’m a little disappoint…”
And then he stopped. 
“What?” she asked, worried that maybe he found her passport but it was damaged or expired. 
“Oh wow!” he exclaimed, standing up and examining something she couldn’t quite see. 
It looked like a small paper and she suddenly became very self-conscious. 
“What is it?” she asked, reaching for his hands, hoping to pry them open.
“Oh, it is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” Mulder said, “and I can’t believe you never showed me!”
“Mulder, what is it?” she demanded, cursing her short stature. 
“Do you recognize this?” He held up a photograph.
“Oh, my god,” she said, feeling both embarrassed and defensive about the picture. “I haven't thought about that in a very long time.”
The picture showed a young Dana Katherine Scully on a bed in a black lace push-up bra and panties. She hated that word, but there was no better term for it. They weren’t underwear; that was too plain. No, these were panties. The kind a partner used their teeth to slide down your legs. 
This was Dana, not Scully, and she was bold and sensual, rather than pragmatic and sensible. Her smothering eyes said, “come fuck me,” and you couldn’t deny her anything. 
“Well,” Mulder said, licking his lips, “this is fucking incredible.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes! I love this! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this.”
“There are,” Scully said hesitantly, “more.”
“I need to see them,” he replied, almost too excited.
“Well, this was back when I first started at the F.B.I.,” she said, searching for the other pictures. “My friend suggested it and I don’t know what possessed me, but it seemed like a good idea.”
“Do you regret it?”
“No, not at all! I’m very proud of these pictures. But they’re more for me than anyone else. Ah! Here they are,” she said, handing him the rest of the photos.
The pictures showed a progression of Dana Scully shedding a man’s white button-up shirt, so that she was hugging her lace-clad breasts, posing suggestively on a bed, and, in the last one, looking right into the camera with nothing but a sheet wrapped around her.
“Well, I would be honored if they could also be for me.”
“They aren’t a secret. I just forgot about them,” she admitted. “So much has happened to us.”
“We’ve known each other, what, over twenty years,” Mulder said, “and you never thought to show me these?”
“Twenty-five years.”
“I’m really glad you lost your passport,” Mulder said, studying each and every photo.
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pepperstasia-beaverhausen · 7 months ago
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Gangsta tripping
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justawfulxmenart · 1 year ago
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Mister and Missus Spooky...
Art is mine.
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emerald-truth · 2 years ago
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I just realized today that mulder and scully are a man and a woman. Like I don't watch that show but I have known they were a couple people like for at least a year and I always thought they were gay?
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xlynkyle · 2 years ago
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The X-Files Seasons 1-5
Song: The Night We Met
Artist: Lord Huron
I always thought that since Mulder blames everything bad that ever happens to Scully on himself, this would be a good song for the way he feels in the relationship at this point. To save her by not knowing her. 💔
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hay-389 · 2 years ago
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Just having a little funny moment thinking how every episode started off with Scully wanting to know the next case, and Mulder turning to her and going okay, now hear me out…
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sculderand-mully · 1 year ago
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finally realized i could make a permanent discord link and am back in my online era!!! join us to chat about mulder and scully and their shenanigan
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mizjoely · 1 year ago
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SNL did a XXX Files sketch back in the day. As I recall, it was actually pretty funny :)
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asteraceae-blue · 9 months ago
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I wish I had any gifset or fanvid capabilities right now because I am dying for a MulderxScully set with this song
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medicatedmaniac · 11 months ago
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Charcoal and pastel
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navybrownie · 1 year ago
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I just know the way The Syndicate talks about Mulder and Scully, they have an ongoing bet for when they gonna fuck. Like the syndicate doesn't even question if Scully and Mulder are dating or something, the old ones know everything, they only bet on when our fbi agents gonna fuck.
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darkesttimelinestuff · 1 year ago
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"If you don't stop now- "
Day 12 Fictober 
Prompt #14 - "If you don't stop now —"
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Dinner at Maggie’s was always a treat for Mulder. He saw how traditional families ate together, joked together, discussed current events that didn’t involve world and life-threatening conspiracies. It was just a normal day at a normal house with a normal family. 
Even Bill Jr.’s jobs about the X-Files couldn’t stop the feeling of home and belonging that washed over Mulder. 
“When are you coming out to visit San Diego, Day?” Bill asked. 
Scully looked from her brother to Mulder, and couldn’t imagine the two of them together for more than a couple of hours  “I’m not sure,” Scully replied, rubbing Mulder’s thigh. “Work has been busy lately.”
“Oh,” Bill waved a hand, “work will always be busy. You have to take time out for yourself.”
“He’s right,” Maggie agreed, swirling the wine in her glass. “It’s important to enjoy your time together.
Mulder nudged Scully with his leg. “Could be good for us to get away. A week in California. I’ve never really seen your old stomping grounds, Scully. You’ve seen all of mine.”
She rubbed his knee, imagining the two of them at the beach, staying up late and indulging in one too many drinks. Her hand drifted higher up his thigh and Mulder choked on his wine.
“You know,” Bill said, “they just opened this great new restaurant in the Gaslamp Quarter.”
Mulder dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. Scully’s fingers teased the bulge in his pants.
“Oh, the tapas place?” Maggie asked and Bill nodded. “Oh, I just love tapas. Have you ever had them, Fox?”
Scully’s palm pressed into the crotch of his jeans. Mulder cleared his throat, attempting to sound calm. “I love tapas, Mrs. Scully.” He felt sweat beading his forehead. “They’re great. I don’t think Scully here has ever had them.”
“Oh, you have to try them, Dana!” Tara exclaimed. “Even Matthew likes them and he’s very picky. I’m sure there’s a great restaurant here in D.C.!” 
Scully’s fingers squeezed around Mulder’s growing cock.
“We’ll uh… we’ll look into it.” Mulder’s voice was strained. 
“Fox, are you feeling okay?” Mrs. Scully asked, concerned. 
“Yeah, Mulder,” Scully chimed in, rubbing the head of his now very erect penis. “You’re looking a little sweaty.”
“Oh, dear. I hope it wasn’t the food,” Mrs. Scully added.
“No, it wasn’t,” Mulder reassured. “I’m fine.”
Scully stroked him over the rough fabric of his pants from root to tip and his hips involuntarily flexed into her warm hand. 
When Maggie asked what Matty likes to eat at the tapas restaurant, Tara was more than happy to share adorable anecdotes about her grandson. Mulder had ceased to respond to the rest of the conversation, too engrossed in the pleasure of Scully’s special attention. 
She looked so calm, smiling when necessary, laughing when Tara told them all the cute things Matthew did. Though Mulder had known Scully for nearly a decade, it was clear he had much to learn about her. 
This was a side of Scully he rarely saw. Today he saw the rebel. The girl who smoked her mother’s cigarettes, who stole out in the middle of the night to meet a boy. He saw the young woman who would sneak boyfriends into her room while her parents were asleep, the one who defied her parents expectations and joined the F.B.I.
Precum dripped from his cock and he throbbed against Scully’s firm hands. She was so good, so careful to touch him in just the right spot, but not hurt him through the fabric and zipper. She’d tease the head and caress this length, tease his inner thigh and balls before paying special attention to his head again.
He leaned over and whisper into Scully’s ear, “"If you don't stop now —"
“Fox, are you sure you’re okay? Bill asked. “Your face is very flushed. You should have Dana take a look at you.”
“That’s a good idea,” agreed Maggie. “Why don’t you take him upstairs to the guest room and have him lie down? Let him rest.”
“That’s a good idea,” Scully agreed. “Thanks, mom. Come on, Mulder.” She reached for his hand and pulled him toward the stairs, walking in front of him to cover his massive erection. 
“Okay,” Mulder muttered, barely able to walk. “Sorry, everyone.”
“It’s okay, Mulder,” Bill called. “My sister will take good care of you. She’s very good at what she does.”
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hay-389 · 2 years ago
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It happens to the best of us. By the time you realize it’s consuming you it’s too late, the infection has spread. 😔✌🏼
I started watching x files bc I wanted to experience some fun cool classic sci fi but now I've grown emotionally attached to mulder and scully someone send help
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waywardsam · 1 year ago
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this is a tag rant oops you can keep scrolling
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