David looked to his phone, then back to Gillian and back to his phone again,

2/4 “You sure?”, “Yeah I just wanna hear your voice. It’s soothing.”, “Okay.” With that David took a minute to figure out where he had left off before he began reading out loud, “We make it to Chili’s with no further interruptions. Scully picks a booth behind the retaining wall, which is, incidentally, not the one the waiter wants us to sit in. That’s my Scully.” Gillian suddenly sat up in bed with a look of confusion on her face, "David what the hell are you reading?”, “Uhhh…”

¾ He knew Gillian would be surprised by his choice of a bedtime story but was hoping she would find it funny or cute and not completely strange and inappropriate. “It’s this really famous story in the x files community.”, “About a Chili’s?”, “Well I haven’t gotten to the best part, we…I mean… Mulder and Scully do it in the booth of the Chili’s.” Gillian laughed both at David’s slipup but also at hearing about where the story was headed, “Every time I think x files fans can’t surprise me..”

4/4 David was starting to feel ashamed and like he had made a terrible mistake, “It’s silly, I know.” Gillian turned to look David right in the eyes and she suddenly seemed incredibly intense and serious, “Silly? It sounds so hot, keep reading!”. And so, David continued.

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OMG! Why did you stop there? You need to send me the rest of it, you know that, right?

An unfortunate trip

RPF Gillovny Drabble (submission by @allyinthekeyofx)

“It’s not funny”

He tries and fails to prevent a smirk from lightening his face though, at the sight of her before him, bent almost double, palms resting atop her bare legs as her shoulders shake and tears run fown her face in response to her breathless, hitching giggles, because truthfully, he can’t remember the last time he saw her laugh like this; to let herself go so completely and even if it’s solely at his expense, he will take it.

The last few months have been hard on her both physically and emotionally with too much work and not enough play, the toll taken on her giving rise to a nagging concern that has on occasion been pronounced enough for him spend restless nights pondering the miles that seperate them.

It was for this reason he had insisted on flying over to accompany her back to New York with him. Her injury such that, despite her stubborn independence and assertion that she would be fine, he needed to be there to ensure she made the trip safely.

He smiles at her as she finally recovers sufficiently from her laughing jag to reach across and curl her fingers around his wrist.

“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at *you* but you have to admit that the irony is exquisite…”

He allows her to pull him down to sit beside her on the sofa and follows her finger with his eyes as she gingerly trails it along the dark fabric of the sling that now supports the recently – dislocated -but – popped – back – in joint in his left shoulder.

“I mean, you fly all this way to babysit me on the plane and wind up with a dislocated fucking shoulder that is probably going to give you hell for the entire journey back and even worse that you….that you…”
she starts to take hicuppy short breaths in an attempt to not start laughing again and trails off mid sentence.

“Trip over your fucking crutches within five minutes of crossing the threshold?” He supplies helpfully, fighting his own urge to start laughing right along with her. Because she is right – this whole situation is ridiculous in the extreme.

He gently manouvers her so she can rest her legs – oversized boot and all – across his lap and begins to rub circles over her bare skin.

“What the fuck are we going to tell people?”

He allows his fingers to travel along her exposed leg, revelling in the satin warmth of her and smiles.

“We’ll think of something. We usually do.”

End

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@allyinthekeyofx you’re a rock star!

Small Gillovny RPF for the morning after…

bird3000:

His eyes aren’t even open before he feels the rush of adrenaline through his body as he remembers she’s there.

Finally, after so many months. After he was sure they’d seen the end of the blissful chaos that was purely them, he’s again immersed in it. And so deeply now, it’s as if it is the first time it’s been affirmed and reaffirmed to him that they belong together. How much more does she need, he wonders as he opens his eyes and doesn’t fight the smile that spreads across his face. Good Lord, how is it possible that he’s right back here, fighting for this moment to stay once again? Her blonde mess splayed along his sheets so delicately. He moves one strand blocking his view of her cheek and moves in to kiss the skin underneath. She hums, her eyes fluttering under her lids.

He almost shudders as he considers what’s next. Will she come back? He’s not sure he can stand to lose her now. Not again. Not after last night. Not after decades of feeling like this.

He tickles his fingertip along her pinky finger peeking out beneath her cheek. A slow small smile forms on her face and his bedroom is lit with it.

His nerves are fuel for his words. This needs to be done. It’s not the time for holding back.

“Gillian, you belong here,” he whispers, his soft breath blowing stray strands of her hair. Her eyes open and meet his and his world stops as he waits for her response. “I hope you realize that. I want you here with me.”

1 – He answers her call on the first ring and fights to keep the annoyance from showing in his voice. « Hey babe » There is silence on the other end until she finally speaks « You’re angry aren’t you? » It’s enough to break his resolve. « That surprises you? I thought we had an agreement about tonight. I thought I could trust you to do as you promised, but you just couldn’t resist could you? » There is silence again and he waits.

2 – Her voice is soft across the miles. “Would it help if I told you I put the boot back on the minute I got home”? And he smiles then because she is an idiot. But she’s his idiot. “Get some sleep. Rest that foot and I’ll see you tomorrow…..oh and you looked gorgeous tonight….oh and Gillian? Tomorrow you are wearing the fucking boot okay?”

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Exactly what I needed tonight!

Write something! Tell us what Gillovny is up to right now!

megsandroses:

david texts her every hour before she takes the plane. when she’s home “12 hours. i love you.” when she checks her suitcase and is sure she’s got everything and is ready to go he texts her “11 hours. i want you.” when she’s at the airport she sees “10 hours. i need you.” she keeps smiling and her heart keeps beating faster and her foot doesn’t hurt that much anymore. she calls piper, then the boys and tells them she loves them. she texts him and receives “9 hours. i adore you.” she sits on a plane and wonders whether he’s got everything ready. the flowers are probably in a vase now. the fresh towels that were washed in her favorite washing powder. she can already feel the sweet scent of her favorite candles and if she closes her eyes, she can taste on the tip of her tongue that same wine that he buys everytime she visits. her phone is on a flight mode so she won’t receive any texts from him so she opens the messages and reads every single one of them every hour and when no one’s looking, she whispers to herself “i love you, too”. when she lands and her phone is back to the normal mode, it keeps buzzing as she goes to the parking lot. “2 minutes. i love you.” she spots his car and smiles. “1.5 minute. i want you.” he gets off the car and there’s “10 seconds. i need you.” and she falls into his arms and kisses him so strong he doesn’t even care she stood at his feet with her plaster.

He could have the woman he wants. He’s got money, fame, success. It would be easier if he just picked up one of those wannabe actress that usually throw themselves at him. But he wants her. Specifically her. For a very long time. Even when he was fighting against this feeling, this eagerness, this hungry… even when he was with someone else… his mind – and his body at his own volition – had wanted her. PART1

Their connection has been survived through all those terrible years and somehow it has been got even stronger. But she has her life, her commitment, her things to do… she can’t be with him on public, not without ruining their little secret. This secretiveness is what make this awkward relationship working. It wasn’t a lie. They’re not dating each other. they don’t need it. They are just together, at some level. Sometimes physically, sometimes in their minds.

Avoiding too much exposure had allowed them to treasure their moments. It’s hard to be apart but their privacy is worth it. That’s why, one more time, he’s alone in a very special event, in a very unique moment in his career as a musician. He wanders around, glass of wine in his hand, taking photos with fans, shaking a thousand of hands and making small talking with other people he just met. However his minds is somewhere else, somewhere across the Atlantic.

He sighs deeply remembering her. Suddenly he fells a vibration on his right pocket. Someone across the ocean is thinking about him too. He smiles while goes to another handshake.

Sorry about the bad English but I woke up with this is my mind and I just had my cell phone to write it down.

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That was perfect and beautiful, anon! Thank you!

She doesn’t tell him she’s coming. Again. She loves surprising him and it’s one of those times when he expects even the queen to arrive to New York, but not her. Well, technically she’s his queen. When she’s at his door she starts getting nervous. What if he doesn’t like it? What if he won’t be happy? She tries to shake off that feeling and rings at the door. He opens after a minute and she’s sure he doesn’t recognize her at first. He’s looking at her, shocked and surprised and she can’t help

it but smile and kiss his open lips. “You okay?” She asks softly when she pulls apart and he nods, not blinking. She laughs. “Everything alright babe?” “Yeah” he whispers and takes her into his arms. “It’s just that 25 years ago I fell for a redhead. Now she’s back.”

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Can she go red already, so that could happen for real? Thank you very much!

1/2 She can’t help a grimace as she gets out of the car. Independent as ever she shruggs off his help as she stands on one leg, fitting the crutches beneath her arms. « I’m okay » she assures him with a tired smile. « It was just a long flight and I’m starting to feel it.. » His hand cups her chin, tilting her face so he can really look at her, alarmed by the shimmer of tears that film her eyes; brilliantly blue against the pain-pinched whiteness of her skin. He draws her toward him, concious of

2/2 not hurting her more than she already is, his movements measured and reverent. “You shouldn’t have come.” And her reply is muffled as she lays her head against the familiar warmth of him. “It would have hurt me more not to”. End

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This hurts so good. Thank you! ❤

Hello JHH! Could you please write a rpf with Gillian being high on painkillers and David being her nurse? 😘

justholdinghandsok:

Okay but this is going to be a total nonsense! (And thank you so much to @sembell for the beta and to @becksndot5 for reading this nonsense first)

“You smell funny,” she says, sniffing around his face interrogatively as he starts to fix the bandage around her swollen foot.

“Nice.” he deadpans with a grin on his face. “How about you stop moving, so I can do that correctly?”

He has never been good with his hands, and he isn’t fond of seeing blood, open wounds or swollen joints, but as soon as he heard her cracky voice over the phone, he couldn’t resist and bought a plane ticket for London. She could use some help with the boys and everyday tasks. And he could take care of her just like she took care of him a few years ago, when he ended up in the hospital almost blind after a basketball game.

“You sound funny too.” she says, squinting her eyes as if to have a better look at him.

When he arrived, he hadn’t expected the painkillers she had to take to make her high enough to think that he was Mulder in person, nor to call him Mulder for the entire first day.

“Okay, honey. Just lay down, and…”

“As if you were far far away but also very close.” she continues. “Why are you so far away, David?” she furrows her brows in concern and all of a sudden, tears start to fall down her cheeks, her mouth distorted with pain and sorrow.

“Hey, hey! Babe! I’m right here, okay? I’m here!” He waves at her, making her smile. “See? It’s me. I’m not far away. I’m with you. So now, lay down, and…”

“Did you cut your hair?” she interrupts him again, her sweet smile fading.

“Yes. Yes, I cut my hair. Let me guess: I look funny, right?” he chuckles, and finally manages to continue wrapping up her ankle.

“No! I loved your hair! Why did you cut your hair?” she begins to cry again. “Can you put it back? Please, David!”

“Gillian,” he sighs. He starts to wonder if adding up a sleeping pill to her painkiller would be okay. Probably not, but he’s not getting any younger, and he feels like having a whining baby on drugs around him. It’s ten times worse than the day they took mushrooms together and she insisted to get out of his trailer and wander in the forest at night. Naked, of course. He’s certainly not going to survive fifteen days with a high and incoherent Gillian. He needs to come up with a plan. “No, Gillian, I can’t put it back. But it’ll grow again soon, don’t worry.”

“When? Tomorrow?”

“Yes. What? No! Not tomorrow!” Her mouth distorts again, and she’s about to burst into tears. “Yes! Yes! Tomorrow! My hair will be back tomorrow. In one beddy-bye.”

Did he just say “beddy-bye” to the woman he loves? he wonders. Oh god! Okay, she needs to stop talking, and he needs to finish her bandage and let her sleep. She’ll probably feel better after a beddy… after a nap.

“Here.” he says as he holds his phone to her. “West showed me this app. It’s funny, you’re gonna like it. You take a picture of me, and you can change my haircut. Do you want to try it?”

She nods with a smile and finally falls silent for a few minutes, allowing him to finish her bandage properly. All he needed was to occupy her mind with something else. Now he’s going to make dinner while she sleeps a little bit, and after a few hours, she’ll be back to her old self and they’ll enjoy a calm and snuggly evening watching a silly British TV show. He wonders if they have Dancing With the Stars here too.

“I’m finished, clumsy beauty.” he says, proudly. “Did you find me a good haircut?”

“Yes, I like you in red, but people say you look better with blond hair.”

“People? What people?”

“People on Twitter.”

he watches her as she struggles with her crutches. she keeps cursing under her nose and it makes him chuckle, although he feels really sorry because he knows she’s in pain. « wash off that smirk » she makes a comment as she comes closer to him. « i hate those fucking things. they ain’t no help. » he puts her hair behind her ear and strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. « and it fucking hurts, you know? » « i know, babe » he whispers and kisses her forehead. the idea pops in his head. he smiles wickedly

“what?” gillian looks at him and frowns. “what are you doing?” he places his one arm under her thighs and the other one on her back and raises her. “duchovny, are you insane? put me down!” she screams. he just laughs and comes closer to the stage. “david, really. put me down, please.” “no” he says and comes on the stage carrying her in his arms. she couldn’t be more red because of the blush but also couldn’t be more in love with that man.

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And I couldn’t be more in love with you, anon!