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Until this guy starts looking at his “Girlfriend" 

LIKE THIS

Holding Her

LIKE THIS

or kissing her

LIKE THIS

Then I will start believing that their so called "relationship” is real BUT until then I have yet to see him do these things with any other woman besides Paula and I seriously don’t think that “Just Friends” do these things 

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I will ship Simon Cowell and Paula Abdul forever! Deal with it. XD

ah this 💕

#separadas #con #comas

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You know simon we have reach the 10 years time limit... so

@SimonCowell you better keep your promise! :’) (Taken with instagram)

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Do you have any recs for the post iwtb island getaway?? Andddd recs for Scully and Mulder missing William Thanks!! X

Scully and Mulder missing William would be about a million fics, but I can try to put something together for that later. Right now I can tackle IWTB recs!

A few years ago @agentelmo made a post with this question, and I recced Weightless by @all-these-ghosts. I also mentioned Atoll by Terma99, which is not an IWTB story but is a great story that’s entirely about Mulder and Scully on an island vacation.

Also, that old post resulted in some people mentioning the I Want to Believe fic archive. The stories I recognize on that page don’t involve the island getaway, but maybe you’ll be able to find something there.

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season 12 master post

All the episodes for X-Files Season 12 are up! Thank you to everyone who read them and for those of you who haven’t, what are you waiting for?!

@admiralty-xfd​ @slippinmickeys​ @rosethornhill​

EPISODE ONE: “NOVAM DOMUM”

Season premiere. Scully and Mulder are back together with a new baby on the way. But just as they’ve settled again into their home, some old adversaries - the Peacocks- reappear, searching for a home of their own.

EPISODE TWO: “BROOD PARASITE”

As Mulder and Scully settle into their new lives and jobs, the paranormal comes to them—in more ways than one.

EPISODE THREE: “AGE IN RELATION TO PREGNANCY”

Mulder and Scully go undercover to face their greatest X-File yet: whatever is going on in the White House.

EPISODE FOUR: “THE OTHER SIDE OF FICTION”

Mulder and Scully. Scully and Mulder. In this, and every lifetime. (There be SMUT here)

EPISODE FIVE: “HARLEQUIN”

Are clowns haunting Mulder and Scully, or is Mulder’s darkness coming back?

EPISODE SIX: “UNSERE FREIHEIT”

Season finale. An old friend contacts Mulder and Scully with information that could lead them back to their son. Scully goes into labor.

Tagging peeps for a boost: @gaycrouton​ @peacenik0​ @baronessblixen​ @storybycorey​ @suitablyaggrieved​ @fragilevixenfic​ @rationalcashew​ @reasonandfaithinharmony​ @today-in-fic​ @mulderitsme​ @mulder-even-if​ @monikafilefan​ @spookydarlablack​ @piper-scully​ @settle-down-frohike​ @defnotmeyoyoyo​ @danceswithcybermen​ @xfilesfanficexchange​ if I forgot you I’m sorry I still need coffee

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According to Vince Gilligan in order to watch the new breaking bad movie you should watch breaking bad,better call saul and every episode of the x files!! Hahahaha I love you Vince!! Hahaha

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phantom weights chapter four

one, two, three

season 11, post my struggle iv. part of my series that i write as i rewatch the x files.

Summary: In the wake of their second encounter, Mulder, Scully, and Jackson reconnect (both by accident and on purpose).

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Things may have slowed down in Jackson’s life, may have seemingly stopped being dangerous, but he still found himself jumpy and paranoid. Still found himself worried about the few people in his life, that they were in danger. He checked the news in and around Farrs Corner every now and then, searching for any crimes popping up near or around where Mulder and Scully lived—they were definitely great for money and things like that, no matter how awkward his encounters with them were, but usefulness wasn’t worth getting them or the kid killed. He kept an eye on the nationwide news, looking for any activity similar to the activity of the assassins they’d sent after him, or activity of kids like him. (He’d thought about the little grave in San Diego a lot, the little girl named Emily, wondering if he had more siblings out there like her. The idea frankly made him furious, of more kids like him subject to exploitation, more exploitation of Dana.) He got extraordinarily nervous when there was a series of break-ins two buildings down from him, until it was revealed to be a disgruntled handyman. He used fake names a lot when he was out with friends and played it off as a stupid prank, and he was very careful when meeting Sarah, on the rare times that they met.

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phantom weights chapter four

one, two, three

season 11, post my struggle iv. part of my series that i write as i rewatch the x files.

Summary: In the wake of their second encounter, Mulder, Scully, and Jackson reconnect (both by accident and on purpose).

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Things may have slowed down in Jackson’s life, may have seemingly stopped being dangerous, but he still found himself jumpy and paranoid. Still found himself worried about the few people in his life, that they were in danger. He checked the news in and around Farrs Corner every now and then, searching for any crimes popping up near or around where Mulder and Scully lived—they were definitely great for money and things like that, no matter how awkward his encounters with them were, but usefulness wasn’t worth getting them or the kid killed. He kept an eye on the nationwide news, looking for any activity similar to the activity of the assassins they’d sent after him, or activity of kids like him. (He’d thought about the little grave in San Diego a lot, the little girl named Emily, wondering if he had more siblings out there like her. The idea frankly made him furious, of more kids like him subject to exploitation, more exploitation of Dana.) He got extraordinarily nervous when there was a series of break-ins two buildings down from him, until it was revealed to be a disgruntled handyman. He used fake names a lot when he was out with friends and played it off as a stupid prank, and he was very careful when meeting Sarah, on the rare times that they met.

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2019 and i still believe!

Reblog if you still believe in Pokeshipping

It may be 2017 and Misty has been gone a long time, but who cares?

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These 3 are too adorable. Brock and Misty’s first time hanging out with Ash in Alola and they’re just like ‘yea we gotta camp outside, who cares if we are 20 feet from your house this is what we do’

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I’m here for Mulder and Scully considering eternal life together.

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Hi, I'm Will

“Jimmy from school said his mommy has a baby in her tummy. Was I in your tummy?” Six year old William smiled, and asked his mother. She shook her head, and explained to him that they got him through adoption. 

“That’s when a woman that does have a baby in her tummy decides to give the baby in her tummy to people like me, who can’t have babies of their own.” She said trying to explain it the best she could. He seemed to understand, and let it rest for the next four years.

When he was ten he started to really want to know about the mother he’d never met. “Did you get to meet her?” He would ask his dad. His dad simply shook his head, and smiled at his curious son. “Do you know what she liked? What if she was good at math, and that’s why I’m good at math?” He’d ask. His parents were very patient with his questions, never wanting to see the curiosity fade in their boy, it was something they loved the most about him. 

When he turned eleven he asked his father a question he hadn’t thought to ask before. “Did she give me anything? I was reading about adoption, and I read a story about how this kids birth mom left him an old family heirloom.” His father led him up to the attic, and he followed with wide eyes.

“The adoption was quick, and the agent was the one who brought you to us. You didn’t come with much, we were all ready for you anyways. Your mom was so excited. She wrapped her arms around you, and took you inside. I talked to the agent for a bit while she got everything ready. The agent gave me this. Said some mothers liked to give gifts, we could throw it away if we liked. Your mother never quite felt right throwing it out. We’re so thankful she brought you to us, we didn’t want to disrespect what she wished.” He reached up on a shelf and grabbed a box. 

William opened the box to find two items. One was a space onsie. He looked up at his father curiously. “That’s the outfit you came in. I always assumed it came from the agency, but your mother thought that it was too interesting to have come from there.” William looked at it, and felt himself smiling a bit. He hugged his dad tightly, and thanked him for showing him. His dad ruffled his hair, and told him he’d meet him downstairs when dinner was ready. 

William placed the onsie down gently as he picked up the second thing in the box. It was a gold cross necklace. It looked fairly new, besides the dust on it. He stared at it for what felt like hours. Was she religious? What’s with the planets? Maybe she liked science too. He smiled to himself, and nodded. Yeah, she liked science too. The answer to one question opened the door for so many more, he didn’t know what to do with them.

When he turned 13 he sat his parents down and asked if he could start wearing the necklace. “I think it’s cool that she gave it to me, and I’m really thankful to her. I mean…she gave me to you, and I’m really happy about that, you know? I don’t know. I just feel like it would make me feel…closer to her, but if you guys don’t want me to wear it, it’s cool, I understand. And maybe one day if she ever, you know, wanted to like, find me she would see the necklace and know that I’m thankful to her. Maybe it would show my appr-” He said barely taking the time to breathe. He stopped when he saw the smile gracing his mother’s features. She grabbed a hold of his hand, and told him he could wear if he wanted to. The fact that she raised a kid to be so thoughtful and thankful was all that mattered to her. He nodded, and let out a big sigh of relief. He really didn’t want his mom to be hurt. He didn’t think she would be but he was still scared.

It was when he was fifteen, he found out all his questions would be answered with a simple phone call. “William…there is something we have to talk to you about.” His father said simply. He looked nervous. It was rare that his father would look nervous. “This is Monica. She has to talk to you.” He says. William sat at the table, and the woman in front of him smiled at him. For a moment he wondered if it was her. If she was his birth mom. 

“Hi William. I knew you when you were a baby. I’m a really good friend of your biological mom. William straightened his back and leaned toward the woman. Interested in what she had to say. “There’s something going on right now, and your birth father is very sick. We might need your help to save him, and I know it’s asking a lot but it could really help him.” 

“It’ll save him? If I go with you?” William asked. Monica nodded. 

“It’s up to you son.” His father said. William nodded. 

“Okay. Okay, what do I have to do?” He asked. 

When William walked through the hospital doors with his parents and Monica, he felt his heart racing. His questions. He could find the answers. They got to a door, and Monica turned to look at the boy and his family. “I’ll open the door in a minute.” William stood waiting, he didn’t know what he wanted to say or what she’d say. Did she love him? What if she gave him up because she didn’t want him? What if she is only using him to help his biological dad? What if she won’t be happy to see him? 

The door opened and he saw her. A red haired woman in a professional suit. She was hunched over a man with tubes everywhere. He watched as she kissed the man’s forehead, and took a deep breath before turning around. When she did he watched as tired eyes got bigger. She stared at him like he was something that wasn’t supposed to have existed. Like she’d just witnessed a miracle. He instinctively reached for his necklace, and watched as she grabbed her own around her neck. He smiled a bit, and started to feel at ease. “Hi, I’m Will.” He said softly.

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Im kersh's secretary in triangle

tag yourself as an x-files minor character i’m baton girl in rain king

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hi again, it's the same person of the last ask. i have this one shot idea on my mind, and i think you might like it: what if mulder was with scully and the lone gunmen during three of a kind and has to deal with a drugged scully?

Lol I hope you’re still around! I know I’ve had this prompt in my inbox probably since September. I’m so glad I finally got to it, and I hope it was a little worth the wait!

Illicit Desires

They almost succeeded with their little plan. Apparently they trapped her cell to re-route to back to them, but they hadn’t anticipated her double checking airport arrangements with him over her home line.

“What do you mean, ‘what do I mean’? You just called me less than thirty minutes ago telling me the Lone Gunmen found something important and I had to get to Las Vegas as soon as possible,” Scully whined in tired exasperation.

“I’m sorry, Scully. I really don’t know what you’re talking about…” Mulder died off as the realization hit them both. “Well, want to go to Las Vegas and see what they want?”

Looking back, maybe he should have called to see why they were trying to exclude him. As soon as they saw him in the lobby arriving with Scully, Langley rushed up and pulled his coat up over his head to hide his hair and dragged him like that all the way back to their hotel room, ignoring Scully’s comments of irritation on his behalf.

Apparently Mulder’s presence would be too incriminating, so he was resigned to desk duty in the three stooges’ room, just receiving their calls and doing any research they needed. Something was obviously wrong here, he’d admit that, but he wasn’t used to being out of the field and he was getting cabin fever. He also hadn’t heard from Scully longer than normal for them.

Langley told him earlier that she’d been really jet-lagged and had wrapped up the autopsy in less than ten minutes. He found this odd being she hadn’t been jet-lagged when he was her earlier and there was no way in hell an autopsy took less than ten minutes. He tried calling her to check on her, but it went to voicemail. He asked Frohike to be on the lookout as he stayed in the room with Byers and Modeski. He was about to call her again when he heard a woman’s giggle followed by the swipe of a keycard.

He turned around and relief was instantly replaced by concern as he saw Scully being dragged in by the arm. Her eyes lit up when she saw him and, in an uncharacteristically high pitch, squealed “Hi!”

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Late Night Requests

by: mldrgrl Rating: PG Summary: Post-Home Again fluff and nonsense.

Reluctantly, Mulder dropped Scully off at home, only because she insisted and he still felt things between them were too shaky at times to push.  Though the morning had been fittingly dreary, the grey clouds and the mist that lingered had finally dissipated by early afternoon and the sun had made an appearance shortly before retiring for the evening.  It made for a nice night, not cold, but pleasantly chilly.  Sweater weather, Scully always said.

After heating a can of soup and eating it quietly at the kitchen table, Mulder searched the cupboards for the little battery operated lantern they used to use on nights when it stormed and they’d had to shut everything down for fear of power surges.  The electricity wasn’t always so great in the little house, but it always came back.  

The lantern was located and Mulder grabbed a wool blanket and transistor radio before heading outside.  He set up the dim lantern and the radio on the little round table on the porch and draped the wool blanket over the rickety chair beside it.  There weren’t any ball games on, but he was more in the mood for some quiet music and stargazing.  Unbelievably, he found a station that was playing a block of love songs of the 60s and 70s and he settled in.

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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.