What was the first day back [on the set of The X-Files revival] like?
Gillian Anderson: First days suck. Just in general. I hate first days. I suck. I always suck in the beginning.
David Duchovny: Youâre a little nervous âŠ
Anderson: New crew. Figuring it out. Getting back into it.
Duchovny: I tend to hear the words in my head in a bad way, you know?
Anderson: I care too much in the beginning.
Duchovny: You care too much.
Anderson: And then I remember that I donât have to care so much. Itâll all be all right.
Duchovny: The first day was actually similar to this for me. I had a bunch of sât to say. It was hard because I havenât done that in a while. These guys talk a lot. These guys are blabbermouths. You canât really think your way through it. You just have to memorize it.
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What kind of prep did you do [to prepare for The X-Files revival]? Did you go back and watch any old episodes?
Gillian Anderson: I was going to and then I didnât.
David Duchovny: Ran out of time?
Anderson: Yeah.
Duchovny: Itâs funny. This thing has been how many years in the making, and then we run out of time.
Anderson: Yeah. Did you watch any?
Duchovny: I did watch a couple, but just the ones that I have on my iPad. Thereâs three on my iPad for some reason, I donât know why. I canât remember what they are. I think one is your favorite.
Anderson: âBad Bloodâ?
Duchovny: I think âSmall Potatoes.â I donât know. Whatâs interesting, too, is that both of us have worked a lot since we began the show. Itâs fun to be a different actor playing these roles. For me, thatâs the interesting challenge. And I know you, I mean both of us, weâre just, I donât want to say better, but we know what weâre doing. When we first started, for both of us it was just a struggle to stay afloat. Just a struggle of, âFâk, am I going to be able to do eight pages today, and itâs Tuesday?â
Anderson: Also for me, as a 24- or 25-year-old, there were so many things that I was still figuring out. I think one of the things that has helped me to actually get back into Scully is to tap into the innocence that she had back then because I was 25 years old. There actually is an inherent aspect of her thatâs different from the other characters that I play: She is girlish in a sense. Once I realized that, I think it made it easier to savor and have fun with her.
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of our own making
(an X-Files fanfic)
Chapter 4/34 - phone battery
[Read on AO3]
After a bit of a drought of decent cases, their latest, honest to goodness X-File was a welcome distraction. It hadnât taken too long to wrap up either, which was a double win for Scully, who could only handle so many nights in a dilapidated motel room in a row. With the case now solved, more or less, all that remained for the morning was a bit of paperwork and a drive to the nearest airport to get back home.
âYour mom called me last night,â Mulder says, sitting in the driverâs seat of their rental car.
âLast night?â Scully asks, furrowing her brows. âWhat for?â
âIt was when we got back to the motel, after your phone battery went dead. I told her to give it a few minutes and try again, give you a chance to get it charged.â
Scully doesnât respond immediately, and when Mulder turns to look at her, he sees a puzzled look on her face, a crease forming between her brows.
âShe didnât call you?â he asks, matching her expression and turning his attention back to the road.
âNo,â Scully answers, concern marring her features. âWhat did she say?â
âI think she was going to ask you something about Christmas, figuring out plans or something,â he says. âI did mention we were on a case, maybe she decided sheâll just call when you get back and arenât busy.â
âProbably,â Scully says, then sits back in the passenger seat and gazes out the window at the passing scenery.
He steals another glance at her, thinking about the heavy weight that hung over his brief conversation with his future mother-in-law on the phone the night before. It really had been a short talk, with her asking if he knew where Scully (rather, Dana) was, and then how heâs been doing since his unwitting brain surgery.Â
He made polite conversation, of course, but keeping such a gigantic secret from a woman like Margaret Scully has a way of making one feel guilty for things they arenât even guilty of. If the call had gone on much longer, he fears he would have started confessing like a Catholic over the phone, and he couldnât have that.
Clearing his throat, he asks, âYou think we should tell her about us?â then quickly corrects, âI meanâ the adoption, elopingâŠâ
She shakes her head. âI donât think so. Not yet,â she answers.
He shoots her another glanceâonly for a momentâbut to be honest, that wasnât the answer heâd been expecting.Â
âI know you said you donât want a big wedding or anything, but if you want to tell her, you can. I doubt sheâd give you any real trouble for it,â he reasons, having a hard time believing Mrs. Scully would be anything but supportive once everything has been explained to her.
âItâs not that. I justââ she struggles to explain. âWith Emily, it was so stressful and confusing for her. I donât want to put her through more of that unlessâŠâ
Ah.
He reaches over and places his hand on top of hers, which rests on her knee.
âUnless youâre absolutely sure this is going to work out,â he finishes, and she nods, grateful she doesnât have to conjure the words herself.
âThere are so many variables at play here, Mulder. Any one of them could go wrong,â she says. He knows sheâs mentally making a list, calculating how likely each factor is to throw a wrench in their plans. Sheâd be here a while if she wanted to plan for every possibility, but that wonât stop her from trying, he knows.
He squeezes her hand once. âI hope you know that whatever happens, you donât have to worry about me. Iâm not going anywhere.â
That earns a small smile, and she looks down at her lap in that way that she thinks hides her blush from him. Thankfully, it does no such thing.Â
âNo, the Mulder variable is one that I have on good authority is fairly constant,â she says, not quite meeting his eyes.
âOh? And are those findings available in a peer-reviewed journal article, Dr. Scully?â he teases back. âIf you donât cite your sources, Iâm afraid your claims may be dismissed as unsubstantiated by the wider scientific community.â
âIâll have to get back to you on that,â she says, âIâm still working on gathering all my evidence. Research takes time, you know.â
âMaybe run some more tests,â he suggests.
She reaches out, running a hand through his hair, gently brushing over the place where his head had been drilled into.
âIâll try to keep it less invasive than your previous experiences,â she teases, a small smile pulling at her lips.Â
He breathes out a laugh, forcing his focus back on the road instead of on the feeling of her nimble fingers tousling his hair.
-.-.-
Their discussion picks up again on the plane, perhaps serving as a distraction for his partner who isnât all that fond of flying.
âYou agree with me, donât you?â she asks.
He gives her a look, his best impression of the Skeptical Scully Brow.
âIs that a blanket statement? Because in general, no, I think that would be factually incorrect, Scully, thatâs kind of our whole thing.â
âIÂ mean,â she says, rolling her eyes, âthat we should wait to tell people. At least my family.â
He turns toward her. That sheâs bringing this up again shows that itâs something sheâs really worried about. If itâs reassurance she needs, heâs happy to give it to her.
âSure, Scully. You know them best.â Really it isnât his place to decide this, but if sheâs asking, maybe she wants it to be. They will, in a way, be his family too if all this works out.
She takes a deep breath, her usual flying anxiety momentarily forgotten in favor of whatever new kind of anxiety this was. âI just meanâ If we even get approved, and if we get matched with someone⊠thereâs always a chance the birth mother changes her mind at the last minute,â she says, talking through the scenario aloud. âThis will be hard enough with just you and I to worry about. I donât want to have to think about protecting my mother from heartbreak on top of everything else.â
He has to suppress a sigh on hearing her pessimistic view of what heâs hoping will be a very joyous process. But then again, this is what he loves about her. Sheâs the yin to his yang. The day to his night. Together, they cover all their bases, leaving no stone unturned in their search for the truth. Why should this be any different? He wonât get very far on nothing but blind hope. Sheâs here to ensure they are prepared for everything, come what may. Unfortunately, that means her taking on an extra burden of worry, one he hopes he might help alleviate.
âWe can wait to tell them,â he vows, hoping that will put a stop to her spiraling. âIâm with you on this, donât forget. Weâre a team.â
She leans back, her head resting against the back of her seat, a sign he knows means sheâs relaxing a little.
Success.
Still, the idea of telling no one at all feels dangerous. They need to have someone in their corner besides each other, for a whole slew of reasons. Character witness, taking time off work, filing necessary paperwork so that everything looks totally above board when they make it official⊠Really, thereâs only one person he feels they have to tell, and thatâsâ
âWhat about Skinner?â
She turns her head to look at him, confusion playing on her face. âWhat about him?â
âI think we should tell him. Sooner than later.â
Maybe he should have planned out his pitch a little better. He can tell sheâs not immediately drawn to the idea. He should have made up a list of reasons why it is a good plan, not just blurted out his half-formed thought before it was ready.
âBut Mulder, what if they split us up?â
He turns in his seat, his attention intensifying. âThatâs why we only tell Skinner. Ask him to keep it quiet in case things donât work out.â Sheâs gonna need more than that. Think! Tap into those persuasive skills! "But, Scully, thereâs going to be times we might have to take an afternoon off for a meeting or something. It will be easier if he knows.â
His focused gaze implores her to consider it.Â
âI wonât let him split us up. It wonât happen.â
He canât promise that, she knows, but they know Skinner well enough by now, donât they? Sure, there may have been times when their trust in him wasnât so strong, but it has been years now. Surely he would keep this to himself if they asked, right?
âOkay. Youâre rightâŠâ she says tentatively, turning over his proposition in her head. âJust Skinner. No one else?â
His pinkie finger finds its way to hers and nudges it playfully. When she looks up at him, he smiles.
âJust you, me, and our big, bald boss makes three.â
~~~
SURPRISE - that was a short chapter, so here's another to make up for it
Chapter 5/34 - rulebook
âHold on, go back to the IVF,â the follically challenged Assistant Director says, his hands tented in front of him. His brows furrow in concentration, and he breathes deeply through his nose, looking up at the two agents across the desk from him. âIn vitro fertilization, right? So youâre sayingââ
âAgent Mulder and I attempted to conceive a child through scientific means last year, yes.â
Scullyâs answer is straightforward, perhaps hoping it will be like ripping off a band-aid. Judging by his stoic reaction, his pursed lips, the vein popping out of his forehead⊠her nonchalance does not really soften the blow.
His gruff voice returns after a moment of staring at them, his expression unreadable. âRight. Okay. Just wanted to make sure I was understanding.â
âIt was unsuccessful,â Scully offers, continuing. âThe ova that were fertilized unfortunately were not viable, probably due to the inconsistent storage conditions in which Mulder found them.â
âYes, thatâ thatâs where you lost me. The part about your abduction and then the cancerâŠâ He sets a hand on top of one of the files Mulder had brought him, as if any of the words in that folder made a lick of sense to him.
âBelieve me, sir, itâs just about as confusing to us as it is to you,â Mulder says.
Skinner clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.Â
âWell, Iâm very sorry about what happened to you, Agent Scully. I suppose that also explains the existence of⊠wellâŠâ
Emily. A story he never had fully explained.
âYes, Emily was somehow part of all this. She was an experiment, never meant for me to find.â
Skinner balls his hand into a fist, tamping down the rage he feels bubbling up inside. âThese men need to pay. What theyâve done to youâ to you bothâŠÂ â
âWith all due respect, sir,â Mulder breaks in, âweâre not here to talk about revenge. Weâre just trying to move forward.â
Thatâs⊠a surprisingly healthy outlook, coming from Mulder. What had Scully done to him? Whatever it was, the man owed her a heckuva lot more than whatever her last birthday and Christmas gifts had been.Â
âOf course, Iâm sorry,â he apologizes. âSo, what is it that you were asking for?â
The two basement-dwelling agents glance at each other, words being passed unspoken between them. Itâs unnerving, the way they do that. Downright spooky.
Evidently, they come to the decision that itâs Mulder who should say the next part.
âWell, since weâre looking into adoption, sir, we thought it might be easier if we got married.â
Silence fills the room, an inadvertent staredown commencing between all parties.
âMarried.â
Mulder nods. âThatâs right.â
Scully is sitting bolt upright in her chair, a picture of professionalism on the surface, but in conjunction with the topic of discussion, it feels distinctly forced. Mulder, on the other hand, is bouncing his knee so severely that itâs a wonder he hasnât worn a hole in the carpet below him yet.
âWe just donât want there to be any issues here on the bureaucratic side of things, if at all possible,â Mulder adds. âIn fact, weâd prefer to keep this quiet, at least until we know if this will work.â
Skinner presses his lips together, shifting his gaze between them once again.Â
âWell, your personal relationship will have to be disclosed to HR at some point. I can pull some stringsââ
âSirââ
âAlthough it would have been good to know a little earlier on. Say, around the time you were making some pretty serious medical decisions that may have affected your ability to do your jobsâŠâ
âSir, Iââ
Mulderâs attempts to interrupt go unnoticed.Â
âYou know, I have to commend you. Youâve really kept up appearances around here. I had my suspicions, of course, but you continued on like normal, I almost wouldnât have guessedââ
âSir, weâre not actually⊠together.â Finally, Mulder is able to get the words out, leaving an awkward hush in their wake.
Skinner leans forward, turning his ear toward the younger man as if he hadnât heard him the first time. âWhat do you mean?â
A pink tinge blooms on Mulderâs cheeks. âWeâre notâ Sir, this marriage is a formality, to make the application process easier and hopefully give us better chances of getting approved.â
âA formality,â Skinner repeats.
âYes. Weâ Weâre just trying to do whateverâs best to improve the odds that this works out.â
One of these days heâs just going to disappear to CancĂșn. Seriously, heâll do it. This canât be good for his health. He suppresses a groan, storing up a massive eye roll for whenever these two idiots leave the room. Only they could think up something like getting married and adopting a child platonically . Not to mention everything else theyâd evidently been doing when left to their own devices.
âRight. Thatâsâ Okay, sure. So then, the IVFâŠâ
Scully pipes up. âI asked Mulder, and he agreed to help me.â
âAs a friend?â He feels like this bears clarification.
âIs there something against that in the rulebook?â Mulder asks challengingly.
The look he gives them in return is withering. âI donât think thereâs a rulebook for all the insane stuff you two get up to, but I might have to make one, after this.â The two of them have the decency to look chastised at this, though he knows from experience it will do no good in the long run. âYou know this is not normal, right?â
âCome on, Skinner, when have I ever been referred to as normal?â Mulder laughs.
â You , I might expect this from,â he says, pointing a finger in his direction. âItâs Agent Scully that surprises me. Youâve really done a number on her, havenât you?â
He takes a little solace in the fact that all this IVF business happened under Kershâs watch, not his own. Imagine if it had workedâŠ
âWill you help us or not, sir?â Scully asks, impatience beginning to make her uneasy in her seat.
He waves a hand in the air. âYeah, yeah. I thought this day might come at some point, butâŠÂ definitely not like this.â His mind is wandering already, thinking back to any signs he might have missed, things that may have gone wrong in his career to lead him to this exact moment. âYou have my blessing, or whatever it is you came to get from me. You need anything, just ask.â
Scully lets out a sigh, and her shoulders visibly relax.
Mulder moves to stand without another momentâs hesitation, bouncing up with far more energy than a man of his age should have. âThank you, sir. I promise, this is the last time we ask you to cover for us.â
âDonât make promises you canât keep, Agent Mulder,â Skinner warns, though his words contain no malice. If anything, heâs resigned.
As much as these two make him tear his hair out (what little he has left), he holds a certain fondness for them that is undeniable.Â
âAnd, heyâ Iâm happy for you. Seriously. The things Iâve seen you go through over the years, everything youâve lost⊠You deserve this. Even if I donât understand it.â
Mulder holds out a hand for him to shake. âSkinner. Thank you. Really.â
He nods. âGood luck with everything. And if you need any advice on adoption, my ex-wifeâs sister has gone through it before. I can get you in touch, if you want.â
âWeâd really appreciate that.â
Theyâre gone before he knows it, heads bent toward each other in secretive conversation before theyâre even out of sight.Â
Skinner lets out the eye roll from earlier, leaning back in his desk chair in exhaustion.
Theyâd figure it out sooner or later, of that he is certain. Itâs just taking a little longer than he expected, thatâs all.
-.-.-
"I want to get married Christmas Eve."
The proposition comes out of nowhere on a Thursday afternoon, and Mulder nearly spills his coffee mug all over his desk instead of setting it down gently like he was trying to do.
"Next week?" he sputters, the burning liquid nearly going down the wrong pipe.
She purses her lips. "...That's when Christmas is, yeah Mulder."
"I knew there was a reason that guy on the street corner with the bell was dressed as Santa Claus," he jokes, wiping a few splattered droplets of coffee from his tie.
"Mulder..."
"Okay, okay,â he says, dropping the jokester act. âBut don't you want to spend the day with your family?" he asks.
She shrugs. "Maybe.â Her eyes are locked on the desk in front of her, pointedly avoiding his concerned look. âI'll go for a little while, but they don't... understand me like they used to. Maybe it's just me, but when I'm with them for too long, I get this sense that they're... afraid of me. Or somehow uncomfortable around me. Ever since Emily..."
He stops her. "That's their problem, Scully. I'm sure they don't mean it."
"I know, it's just... hard."
He bites down on his bottom lip to hold back the slew of words he'd like to say to Bill Scully, Jr. He knows that's not what Scully needs right now, as much as it would make him feel better to have a go at him.
"Is that why you went ghostbusting with me last Christmas?" he asks, his heart softening at the thought.Â
"I don't know, maybe a little,â she shrugs. âIt helped get my mind off things." She looks embarrassed to admit such a thing, but it only serves to make his heart twist in his chest.Â
"Well, too bad we don't have more time to plan. Could have had a Christmas Eve wedding in a haunted house," he deadpans.
This succeeds in getting her to look at him, and she emits a nervous giggle he doesn't often hear. "Absolutely not.â
He grins, leaning back in his chair and twirling a pencil between his fingers. "Come on, don't you think Maurice and Lyda would like to know weâre getting married? I'm sure they'd have a field day with all our issues from the past year."
"Stop it, that didn't really happen."
"Well even if it didn't, I found it enlightening."
"Good for you. No, the courthouse will be fine."
They fall silent, the jovial atmosphere settling.
"And you don't want to invite your family?â he asks, clarifying. "Since they'll be in town?"
She shakes her head. "No, I think it should be just us."
Just us. He likes the sound of that. But still, one problem remainsâ
"Alright, so let me get this straight... you want to get marriedâto meâthe one day a year your brother is in town? Are you trying to get me killed?"
Her lips quirk up at the corners. "He won't find out, Mulder."
"You like the danger of it, don't you?â he teases, leaning toward her. âYou're a rebel at heart. I knew it. Probably snuck out every night in high school to run around with Johnny from the football team."
She stares at him unwaveringly, not dignifying him with a response. "Is it a yes or a no?" she asks, arms crossed in front of her.
He sobers, meeting her eyes with startling honesty. "I'll marry you any day of the year, Scully,â he says, and it's the truth. It has been the truth for years now. âJust remind me to wear a cup in case he figures it out."
"You're ridiculous."
-.-.-
The next week passes in a blur. Arrangements are made, paperwork acquired, work winds down for the holidays, and for once, Mulder isn't bored out of his mind this time of year.
"I was thinking⊠for tomorrow..." her voice crackles over the phone.
"Not having second thoughts, are you?" Mulder asks, his tone light and teasing despite the tinge of genuine concern he tamps down.
"No, of course not,â she assures him. âI was thinking, I'll need an excuse to leave Christmas at my mom's."
"No problem,â he says with a shrug. âI'll give you a call and make up some case we have to work."
He hears her sigh and gets the distinct impression that his suggestion was somehow wrong. "I can't ask you to do that,â she says. âThey already blame you for last year."
"Gee, that's reassuring,â he chuckles, leaning back on his leather sofa. He adjusts the phone cradle on his chest, stretching the power cord to its limits.
"Not all of them, but, you knowâ"
"Bill."
"Yeah."
He waits for a second, but when she offers no further thoughts, he asks, "Then what do you suggest?"
She waits a moment more before responding.Â
"Before you say anything, just listen to what I have to sayâŠâ
Oh boy.
"Why does that not give me a good feeling?" he muses aloud, his fingers twirling and tangling with the cord on the phone.
"The only way for you to be in the clear is if you're... with me, when we get called away."
"Scullyâ"
"We can just leave straight from her house, it's closer anyway."
"All excellent points, except for one thing..."
"Skinner can call us in."
Silence. He wants to argue but he can't.
"He already knows what's happening, I'm sure he'd be happy to help us,"Â she reasons.
"I'm not gonna be able to talk myself out of this, am I?" he asks, a wry smile on his face. He's all out of excuses.Â
"Mulder, if this works out... Well, there's a chance that by this time next year, we'll be a... family... of some sort, anyway. You might have to get used to it."
The word family sends a thrill right through him. He never thought he'd have one of those again. Never in a million years.
"You're right,â he says regretfully, running a hand over his face. âAnd it's not that I don't like your family, Scully, it's just I'm not sure they like me back."
"My mom loves you,â she says decisively. âAnd we'll only be there a few hours anyway. The courthouse closes early for the holiday."
He closes his eyes. He can't believe he's about to agree to this.
"Alright, I'll go. Just so you can get your thrill in doing something wildly irresponsible and rebellious right under your mother's nose."
She protests, "That's not why Iâ"
"I know you, Scully,â he teases. âYou're not as strait-laced as you like to pretend."
After they hang up, Mulder stares up at the ceiling, lost in thought. His stomach flutters with nerves, unrelated to his worries about crashing a family gathering in the morning.
âI am getting married tomorrow,â he thinks. To Dana Scully.
It's a Christmas miracle.
~~~
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Collector's Edition: Reviving that Love
Let's have an assortment of mature, (mostly) fluffy, coupley Revival fics, shall we?
This list only scratches the surface; but hopefully it's enough to soothe a particular itch.
**Note**: Another Revival list I've done is Beefy Revival Mulder (and Other Muscular Mentions)-- perfect pairing to this, I believe.
Loose chronological order below~
@oohnotvery/the_eternal_optimist's Always Wanted
But he has a key to her place, because theyâve always had keys to the otherâs place, even in horrible times. It arrived in the mail one day, sealed tightly in a bubble-wrapped envelope, addressed from her to him with a handwritten note that he hadnât even bothered to read before crushing it up in a ball and tossing it into the trash can. Several hours later, in a fit of frustration, he had fished the note out of the trash and shoved it, unread, into a kitchen drawer.
Breakup Mulder realizes Scully has been waiting for him.
@aloysiavirgataâs (Ao3, WBM, Gossamer, LJ, Alt. LJ)
Si Hoc Legere Potes, Liberaliter Educatus
"It was very important to Deputy Director Skinner that you two meet with me. He felt that you needed some guidance before you could resume any kind of professional partnership."
I grit my teeth. You're a dead man, Skinner.Â
S10 Mulder and Scully run laps around the FBI recruitment therapist.
I need a fic with Scully's stolen dog Dagoo, and her wearing a Knicks tshirt.
âThis is the one I ripped a piece off of for Boggs, Scully. This isnât just my Knicks shirt. This is my favorite Knicks shirt. Iâve been looking for it!â
She pulls Tesla closer. âStop violating the fourth amendment, Agent.â
âStop violating the eighth commandment, Doctor.â
Post The Weremonster Mulder and Scully debate dog names and Knicks T-shirts.
What's your Mulder and Scully Thanksgiving sex headcanon?
"I'm going to die," she mumbles, her eyes half-lidded in tryptophanic stupor.
Mulder and Scully are stuffed after dinner.
@flukemen?/@pinebluffvariants/scienceandmysticism/contradictiontonature's (Ao3) Tie (prompt #1)
âHello?â
âYou know itâs me.â He did. âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm shopping. And I hope youâre using your bluetooth.â He could tell she was driving from the white noise over the sound of her breathing.
Mulder uses Scully's expertise to pick out a tie.
@hemisphaeric's (Ao3)
"Mulder you need new clothes"
The next day they decided to go into town and do some shopping, after Scully had had to tell Mulder for the tenth time he needed clothes and that no, he couldnât wear those old ones just to seduce her.
Scully helps Mulder pick out new suits for his new job.
Let me carry some of the pain for you
Suddenly warm hands were touching him but he didnât react. He couldnât react, feeling so distant from everything. Scully was speaking, he recognized her voice, but not her words, those were like a white noise in the back of his head, which was so loudly screaming.
âI am better Scully, for realâ he didnât realize he had started talking at first, but he couldnât stop, tears fogging up his vision.
Mulder panics, thinking Scully will leave him again.
touch.
Things had changed again in the last period though, she had come home; she had been spending time there with him more and more frequently.
He understood her necessity to take things slowly, to test the territory before diving in head first, but he felt ready for it.
Mulder is glad to have Scully back.
Mulder, Scully and Elon Musk
She pushed him away and swatted at his arm. âYou woke me up early to talk about Elon Musk??â
Mulder wakes Scully early for Elon's rocket news.
grumpysimon's Morse Code
He asks you for a pen. The genius always loses things. Your coffee comes and he spills a little on the napkin. He taps on the table. Morse code, maybe. Youâre too tired to figure out what heâs saying to you in secret. You say his name and that smile is more crooked than ever.
Scully secretly loves Mulder's obsessive passion.
@baronessblixen/Baroness_Blixen's
Belong
He closes his eyes and counts. What will it be, he wonders. The sound of a car or their creaky door?
Another minute passes before he hears the soft squeak behind him.
Mulder tells Scully he's "done okay without her."
A few months after they're back on the x-files, Mulder's notices that his neck and shoulders are sore.
Mulder feels better and promises - with a wink - to do the same for her, she just needs to ask. She doesn't ask but Mulder knows her feet are sore a few days later, after hours of walking around. He silently starts massaging her feet while consorting in his hotel room, half-empty take-out containers on the bed next to them....
Mulder doesn't replace his chair-- which is just fine, because Scully becomes his masseuse.
Mulder giving Scully a foot massage
âExactly. My feet hurt and I need a break. Iâm notâŠâ She trails off again as she massages her foot.Â
âNot young anymore?â Mulder offers and her head shoots up like a rocket, her eyes shooting daggers.Â
âNot used to it anymore.â
Post Ghoulie Scully's high heels finally catch up to her.
There's No Place Like Home (Ao3)
He loves her stubbornness. Once, she told him that she fell in love with him because he was stubborn. Well. That was the pot calling the kettle black. No one is as stubborn as his Scully.Â
AU-- Nothing Lasts Forever Mulder brings an injured Scully home.
Growing Old (with You) (Ao3)
âJust wait til youâre my age,â he jokes.
â55 looks good on you.â She proves her point with a kiss on his nose. âI can only hope to look as good as you when I turn 55.â
âYou will. And I will remind you of it. If Iâm invited to your birthday, that is.â
âYouâre always invited to my birthday.â
Scully drops in for Mulder's 55th, assuring him his aging concerns are overblown.
A Study in Chemistry
"I didn't know you cared for this kind of movie, Scully." Mulder, sprawling on her bed, in her motel room, looks slightly disgusted at the small screen where two generic actors share a truly boring, less than passionate kiss in a typical, cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie.
"I don't," she says, returning her attention to the case report they're supposed to be working on. Despite his words, Mulder's eyes are glued to the movie and Scully can't help but smile.
Mulder and Scully bridge the gap between them-- and all because of Hallmark and memories.
Surprises Are Best Served Ice-Cold - Chapter 1
They both start towards each other at the same time, laughing.
âMulder, I donât remember how to stop,â she says, trying to get her skates under control.
âIâve got you,â he says calmly and she hopes heâs right because she loses her balance, stumbles the last few steps towards him and crashes right into his chest, knocking him to the ground.
Mulder surprises Scully with a frozen over lake for Christmas.
A Day in May (Ao3)
Mulder puts on cheesy Christmas music and turns down the lights, creating a mood. They share a cup of sugary hot cocoa with mini marshmallows and whipped cream. When Scully raises her eyebrows at the cream, Mulder dips a finger in and deposits a blob on her nose.
âLive a little, Scully.â
And she does.
Mulder forgoes sleep to help Scully decorate their tree on Christmas Eve.
Night Out
"I can't breathe." Mulder is pouting. She wants to be angry with him - all of this is his own fault, after all - but he looks so miserable and yet so adorable that she feels sympathetic. She strokes his cheek and smiles at him.
"I'll make you make some soup."
"Are you sure I'm not dying?" he asks again, coughing. She offers him some tea and he sips it noisily.
Mulder gets sick after a night of Squatchin.
@wtfmulder/@momdadimpoppunkââs (Ao3)Â
post-Plus One
âYou reasoned your doppelgĂ€nger out of existence,â he says flatly. She smiles against his bare shoulder, nodding.
âShe was a very reasonable woman.â
He laughs softly, the rumble of it caressing her cheek.Â
Post Plus One Mulder and Scully catch a few winks.
ficlet; twenty-six years
On her side of the desk, he has procured for her a plain blue baseball cap, a skinny caramel macchiato, and a not-skinny blueberry muffin.
She sits down as he hums and types away at something, taking a bite of the muffin and putting the cap on her head.
Scully always guesses which anniversary Mulder is celebrating.
fluff đ€ą
Theyâre packing up the basement just one last time. They both learned early in life that saying goodbye is so much easier when itâs a choice, and the moment holds no bitterness, no fear.
Post Revival Scully finds flowers she'd once given Mulder in their basement office.
@myassbrokethefall's untitled rm9sbg93zxjz post-ep
Scully had chanced to see a picture of a blobfish on the internet some months ago and he wasn't sure he had ever, in their years and years together, seen her laugh so hard. It was one of the best things that had ever happened to him, frankly, watching the outsizedly hysterical reaction of Dana Scully MD, his serious scientist partner, to a picture of a lumpy, slimy, theatrically frowning fish on the internet. He had brought it up at every opportunity for weeks, renamed the wireless network at the house Blobfish Cove, found a way to work a reference to it into a meeting with Skinner, once printed out a picture of it and left it on Scullyâs pillow, and watched in utter delight as she got the helpless giggles every single time. (Even the Skinner time. He hadn't even asked, just looked wearily at some point behind their heads for a few seconds before sighing and continuing on.)
AU-- Robot episode Mulder dreamed up the whole thing.
@onpaperfirst's (Ao3) Honey Hi
The doors slid open and Mulder wrangled a cart from the corral.
âThey set up the little rooms and it makes you feel like youâre at home,â she said. âIt dulls your senses. You forget youâre in public. And all of a sudden youâre in the middle of a fight about which rug matches the couch.â
âLetâs not fight in Ikea, Scully. Itâs so bourgeois.â
Part II to Home, Home, Mulder and Scully's romantic life is examined through the lens of perfectly balanced humor... and their IKEA trip.
@ghostbustermelanieking's (Ao3) bearing north (Ao3)
âThe cops out front will stop him,â Mulder says comfortingly.
She nods. Her skull is still pounding, but she feels limp in his arms, safe. âI tried to fight him off,â she says. âI almost did. But he got angry and shoved me into the pool. I hit my head.â
Mulder takes Scully home after she's injured while pursuing a perp.
"Youâre beautiful, you know that?â (Ao3)
She turns her eyes up to meet his, burning blue eyes in the night. âYouâre⊠all I have left now, Mulder.â Names are left unsaid between them, but they all register in his brain, like a knife. âI think my leaving was for the best, but Iâm ready to come back. Youâre my family, Mulder.â
Scully proposes to her Mulder.
@settle-down-frohike's Headcanon: It started after her first disappearance, on a flight to nowhere North Dakota.
It started after her first disappearance, on a flight to nowhere North Dakota. She was flipping through a dossier and he was dozing, as per usual. She heard a mumbled version of her name and threw a distracted âHm?â his way without glancing up. âScully.â Firmer, more forceful this time. She looked over, annoyed, and spat âWhat Mu-â and realized he was still asleep, but fitfully so.
My Struggle II Scully hopes she can comfort Mulder once more.
@lilydalexf/LilydaleXF 's My Andromeda
He looks back at the road and answers honestly, "I didn't watch many shows. The ones I really wanted to see I wasn't allowed to watch. Except after excessive begging."
"And on nights you could successfully sneak into the TV room after your parents fell asleep." It's a statement, not a question.
"You know me so well, Scully."
Mulder and Scully imagine a night of stargazing.
Eternity Awaits
"MulderâŠ. We need to go to bed."
"You don't want to freeze together?"
"Not on this decrepit couch I don't."
Post This Mulder and Scully discuss their eternal conversations.
Apostrophic/@mappingthexfiles's
This
Mulder said Push a third time and they both groaned with the effort of heaving the massive piece another three feet, barricading it firmly against the bedroom door.
âWhat does this,â he gasped, âremind you of?â
Scully, drawing in deep gulps of air, pushed herself up on her elbows, propped on the edge of the chest. She did not say the fleeting thought that had gone through her head: maybe it was not a bad thing Mulder had not been present at the birth of their child.
âUm,â Scully said.
âYeah,â Mulder said. Panting out, âTowers of furniture.â
Post This Mulder and Scully move their furniture back into place.
The Scully Treehouse of Horror
The automatic taps donât turn on and off for him. Heâs invisible to its sensors. The alarm, on the other hand, blares every time he walks in the door. Sometimes, even, once heâs inside the door and has been for some time. Heâll get up at night for a drink of water and Scully gets jarred out of postcoital bliss by the klaxon siren of intruder alert, intruder alert, Mulder cursing at the sink in the kitchen, yelling for Scully....
If she yells back for him to punch in the code, he does the wrong birthdate or botches the spelling of Queequeg. More often than not, she pads out in bare feet, tying her robe, entering the right code, filling the glass with cold water, sleepily herding a grumbling Mulder back to the warm bed.
Scully's house hates Mulder; and she loves him all the more for it.
Lapsed_Scholar's Wake-Up Calls
On their way into work, his phone rings. Itâs just a wrong number, and the other commuters donât really take any notice, but Scully arches her eyebrow.
At her questioning look, âDo you recognize this theme?â
âVaguely. Should I?â
âItâs our theme song, Scully! And I think it suits us. Kind of spooky.â A beat. âDonât you remember our movie?â
If possible, her eyebrow climbs higher.
Mulder always ratted he and Scully out to people-- and still does now, years and years later.
@slippinmickeys/SlippinMickeys's
Prompt: ballet slippers, chocolate pudding in a can, Wyoming
It was like a Carlton Varney fever dream; like a brothel with aspirations. Mulder actually paused in the doorway and leaned back out to double check the address number on the side of the house.
âWow,â Scully said, daintily setting down her suitcase a few feet inside the door. She wanted to make a joke, but Mulder looked appalled.
Mulder books a truly terrible vacation spot.
Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 12
âI want something I canât make.â
It was Day 18 of self-isolation and if you looked at quarantine like the stages of grief, they had rolled easily past panic and guilt, skipped loneliness altogether and were deep in the grip of isolation.
Scully shot him a look.
Mulder and Scully are sick and tired of COVID quarantine.
Prompt: Mulder & Scully vacation Christmas/Hanukah at the Quonochontaug cabin post season 11
âWhen was the last time you stayed here?â she asked, wrinkling her sensitive nose at the smell of dust, of mildew.
One suitcase on the floor at his feet, one still in his hand, Mulder closed the door behind him, his face ponderous. âOvernight?â he clarified. âI think I was nineteen?â
Post Revival Mulder and Scully spend the New Years in the old Mulder summer home.
outsquatchin94's Joy to You and Me
âThose hipsters⊠But Scully, that was such a look. Also, I hate to break this to you, but Iâm quite sure itâs in the back spare room somewhere in a box.â
For a moment, he thinks sheâll spring off the couch and go find the offending object. She doesnât though, she only smiles a little.
âI think we turned out okay in the end, even without the sleeping bags.â And Mulder has to agree with her.
Mulder and Scully discuss her old jacket.
@msrafterdark/msrafterdark's A concept : slow dancing on an ill lit front porch late in the evening while itâs thundering and maybe just starting to rain?
When theyâre like this again, as though no time has passed, the pleasure of the familiarity is so good it almost hurts her. To have him well again, to be safe and wanted and in his arms is only made sweeter by the fact that the knocks and falls they have taken ultimately only made them stronger.
Mulder and Scully, the Unremarkable House and dancing.
@tofuttim's Comfort and Chaos (Ao3)
The rain pelted relentlessly against the windows of the small cabin. The night air was cold, but inside the cabin, a fire and a shared bed with Mulder kept her warm. The sound of the storm thrusted her thoughts back to the beginning.Â
The beginning of forever.
Scully asks Mulder what he remembers about their first case.
@defnotmeyo's (Ao3) The Cost of Living is Just Right
The beds are wrapped in white and light grey sheets with sky blue pillow cases on the spare pillows. The tables all look like something you would have seen on the Jetsons. Â
It takes a bit of time for Mulder to feel comfortable at Scully's apt.
Ingot Silver
âBirthday time, huh? We could go uh,â he licked some sauce off his finger as he moved a dish over to the sink, âwe could go squatchinâ.â He turned and winked at her.
Mulder learned plans an evening dinner for he and his Scully.
the âbefore i even needed glassesâ line
Then, on days he doesnât hate himself (and those days are multiplying and growing closer together all the time), he remembers he has a son, healthy and alive. He has the love of his life and while sheâs not home yet, her toothbrush is back in his bathroom.
Post Cathedral episode Mulder isn't letting his homie get away ever again.
It really looks like Mulder when youre seeing two of everything.
âMulder⊠you⊠you hurled a raccoon down our stairs.â
He shrugs, sheepish as ever.
âLike⊠you hurled him.â
âIt was for Daggoo!â
A raccoon holds the Mulder-Scully household hostage.
I always laugh at that bit in detour where mulder is like âif ur lucky u get seventy-five (75) yrs. if ur rly lucky u get eighty
She refrains from rolling her eyes, instead slides in front of him and slinks an arm around him, patting that soft of his oblique threatening to turn into a love handle.
âCharlie has a decent head of hair,â Mulder mumbles.
âCharlie is four years younger. And you made it passed 50, Mulder. You won.â
Scully reassures Mulder he still looks gooooooooood.
BONUS (HAD TO INCLUDE THESE FOR THE MSR)
@monikafilefan/MonikaFileFan's
Language of Love: Prompts of Angst and Romance - Chapter 6
A sudden rise in emotion crests in her throat when she sees the wondrous look of awe and admiration seize the love of her life.
Itâs the exact look she saw grace is face eighteen years ago.
âMulderâŠâ she whispers, raking her fingers through his silky hair as he grins up at her with a trembling chin.
Post Revival Mulder feels his baby move during the witching hour.
39 and 82 from the prompt list đ/Just Breathe
âSheâs here and sheâs beautiful, honey, sheâs justââ
âWhat, Mulder?â Scully shot up onto her elbows with her heart in her throat. âSheâs just what?â
âItâs fine. Sheâs fine, Scully. She just looks like a he.â
Her jaw dropped. âWhat are youâare you sure?â Their slippery, pink baby covered in layers of vernix and blood mewled in protest as Mulder lifted the tiny bundle away from the comfort of his warm chest and pointed wide-eyed between its legs.
Mulder and Scully and unexpectedly fast Halloween baby makes a chaotically competent three.
RoseThornhill's
Spooky Mulder: The Revenge
Excited dad!Mulder wants a spooky theme for his Halloween daughter's name.
Alice is a Punk Rocker
Mulder, Scully, and their Halloween baby are happy together, despite a few bumpy patches.
@myownsuperintendent/MyOwnSuperintendentâs Renewal
She tries to shift in the bed, to touch him too, and he stops and pulls back. âDonât try to sit up,â he says. âThey made me promise I wouldnât disturb you.â Heâs trying to smile at her through the tears in his eyes. âYouâre all right,â he repeats. âPlease donât scare me like that again. Not ever again.â
Post Revival Scully loses a lot of blood during delivery, which helps convince Jackson to stay with his family and new sister a bit longer.
Thanks for reading~
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âIf you see something beautiful in someone, speak it.â
â Ruthie Lindsey
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Bedannibal Headcannons
(For the two people that wanted it lol)
1. Hannibal makes a point to celebrate Bedelias birthday even if she doesn't want to. But he won't tell her when his own birthday is. It's probably on some document somewhere, but Bedelia can not find it for the life of her, and she's very annoyed about it.
2. Most of the framed art in Bedelias home is Hannibals work.
3. If Hannibal does something to upset Bedelia, he doesn't apologize verbally. When he realized she's upset, he instead cooks one of her favorite meals.
4. Banter is their most common form of communication.
5. They do not have a set 'date night'. They just go out whenever they feel like it. Which ends up being at least twice a week.
6. Hannibal has a secret file folder hidden in his desk that's just full of drawings he's done of Bedelia from over the years.
7. Whenever Bedelia buys a new perfume, if Hannibal doesn't like it, he either gets rid of it, or hides it on her, so she's forced to keep using the ones he likes.
8. Bedelia hates long car rides, so Hannibal often goes with her and volunteers to drive.
9. Bedelia sometimes leaves him buisness cards on his kitchen counter. Though it's rare and she only does so in extreme cases of 'rudeness'.
10. Both Bedelia and Hannibal prefer to show eachother how they feel, rather than tell.
11. Bedelias bathwater is the temperature of the sun, while Hannibals showers are maybe lukewarm at best. He doesn't understand how she can handle water so hot and not turn into soup, and she wonders why he won't get in the tub with her.
12. They're both early risers, although Bedelia usually is the first one awake, she just tends to stay in bed until Hannibal is also awake.
13. Hannibal orders/makes gourmet chocolates in all of Bedelias favorite flavors during her period.
14. They each have a spare outfit or two at the others home for when they stay the night.
15. Hannibal taught Bedelia how to ballroom dance in her living room at 2am while they both heavily indulged in wine.
16. Whenever Bedelias Psychiatric works got published, she would sign a copy and have it hand delivered to Hannibals office. More than a few may or may not have lipstick marks on the front page.
17. They shared quite a few hotel rooms together while attending Psychiatric conventions/talks.
18. Hannibal has a small touch up make up kit in his glovebox for Bedelia.
19. Bedelia only owns one pair of shoes that isn't a heel of some type, and it's a pair of ballet flats Hannibal gave her.
20. When Bedelia first tried to refer Hannibal to another psychiatrist, he did the equivalent of the "It's funny how you think death will get you out of this relationship". Meme.
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Baby scully you will always be famous đ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ
season 1 scully
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How can I make this post about Scully and Anasazi
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âI want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares.â
â Saul Bass
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Do yourself a favor and read them đ€©đ€©đ€©
Iâm a particular fan of North of Zero đ„čđ©·
Twelve opening sentences to twelve different fics.
âIt was an inauspicious start to the mission, he had to admit.â
-The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae
âIt is a cannon fodder neighborhood, Scully thinks, the kind you only get out of the hard way.â
-The Snallygaster
âDana Scully was, foremost, a believer.â
-Out of the Little Grove
âWithout the churn of industry raising global temperatures, the earth slid back into the Holoceneâ
-North of Zero
âStonehenge had called to him with its mythical bent, the ringing of its igneous bluestones a clanging tomentum to the spiritual hole inside of him.â
-The River Avon
âIt was only after the major-domo announced her that Lady Dana Scully gave any thought to the state of her dress.â
-The Countess/The Regency Files
âHeâd never had her picture up on his desk, didnât even have one in his wallet.â
-Of the Eight Winds
âMargaret Scully remembered the day her youngest daughter had come into the world, affronted and wailing, with her fatherâs nose and his bright red hair.â
-Extraordinary
âThey were never going to make it to Shinesburg.â
-Storm Front
âThe worst thing about it was the screaming.â
-Three Part Harmony
âWhen sheâs shoved into the hotel room, it is on a scorching dump of adrenaline; dry-throat, sphincter-clenching, pure terror.â
-Proof of Life
ââYou canât tell anyone I gave this to you,â she said, and he had a sudden almost-psychic sexual flash of his cock splitting the soft autumn fur at her center.â
-The Post
TaggingâŠwhoever wants to do it! @aloysiavirgata @monikafilefan @admiralty-xfd idk
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Saw this picture on Twitter and my mind immediately goes to a story idea. A little âwhat ifâ type thingâŠ
âItâs a great opportunity,â William said, downing the last of his Coke as they finished their meal. âI wanted Skinner here too, to thank him for helping me get the job, but he said he had too many meetings today.â
âMore like he was worried heâd go to red from your words of appreciation,â Mulder said, catching Scullyâs eye and smirking.
âIâm sure both are true,â she said, rubbing Williamâs back gently. âWeâll have him over for dinner and then he canât run away so easily.â
âThatâs a good idea,â William laughed, wiping his mouth on his napkin. âIâll write down bullet points and put them on notecards to see his face when I pull them out.â
âThatâs my boy,â Mulder said, snapping his fingers and pointing at William as Scully laughed and patted Williamâs back before moving her hand.
âAnd lunch is on me,â William said, taking the bill from the waiter. âMy thanks for putting up with me being back home for the past few months with no job in sight.â
âWeâve loved having you home,â Scully insisted, staring at him with a slight frown.
âEven with the dirty mugs and plates and socks left everywhere?â he asked with a smile, taking out his wallet and counting out the cash.
âHey, Iâve lived with your father for almost thirty years and raised you, Iâm used to the mess that goes with it,â she said, bumping his shoulder gently.
âYeah,â he agreed, bumping her shoulder back. âBut I still want to say thanks.â
âYouâre welcome, Lum,â she said, using the name he had called himself when he was younger as William had been too difficult to say.
âAlright,â he said, closing the bill book and leaving it on the table. âGotta get back to it.â He smiled at both of them and they stood up, leaving their napkins on their plates.
âHold on,â Mulder said as they reached the lobby of the restaurant. âI know you donât want us to make a scene or follow you to work, but how about a first day picture here? Like we used to do when you started school?â
âDad,â William said, looking around as he adjusted his suit jacket.
âAmuse your old dad. Come on. One picture.â He took his phone out and motioned for him to stand still. William rolled his eyes, looking so much like Scully, they both laughed quietly.
Mulder snapped the picture in front of the sunset mural on the wall, William unable to hold back a smile, his eyes happy and shining.
âOkay, youâre free to go now,â Mulder said, smiling at the picture.
âThanks, Dad,â William said with a nod. âBye, Mom.â He stepped closer to Scully and bent his head to kiss her cheek. âLove you.â
âLove you too, honey,â she said, pulling him close for a hug. âHave a good day. Iâll set up the dinner with Skinner.â
âIâll work on the notecards,â he said and she chuckled. He smiled as he stepped back. Looking at Mulder, he gave him a high five and then a hug. âTalk to you later, Dad.â
âYeah,â Mulder said with a nod. âLater.â
William waved at them and then walked out the door, his step light and quick.
Mulder and Scully were quiet for a few seconds and then he sighed as he looked at her. She turned her head and he smiled softly.
A waitress walked by them, smiling as she nodded.
âI hope you enjoyed your meal,â she said.
âWe did,â Mulder said, nodding back at her. âIâm sorry to trouble you, but would you mind taking a picture of us?â
âOh not at all,â she said, stepping closer and smiling at them.
âGreat,â Mulder said, handing her his phone.
âWhat?â Scully asked as he put his arm around her, his thumb rubbing her back gently.
âOne, two, three,â the waitress said and then the sound of the shutter clicking could be heard. âThere you go.â She handed his phone back and he took it with a smile.
âThank you.â
âYup,â she said, walking away and leaving them alone.
âWhy a picture of us?â Scully asked, watching him smile at his phone.
âBecause itâs a first day for us as well, Scully,â he said, raising his head and looking at her. âItâs our sonâs first day at work. At a job he wanted, is more than qualified for, and will love to go to every day. We made him. We raised him. Itâs our day too.â
âMulder,â she said softly, wrapping her arms around his waist.
âIâm so proud of him,â Mulder whispered as he rubbed her back. âSo very proud.â
âMe too,â she whispered back, closing her eyes as she let out a deep contented breath. âMe too.â
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gillian is so funny for saying mulder and scully used to be the coolest guys on television in the past tense. ma'am, i need you to log on tumblr dot com for five minutes.
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Do anyone has middle aged MSR fics??? Hehehe đ
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I canât take the recent pictures of GA and DD of my mind because they look so good
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scully should get him some of those colour-correcting glasses OR simply kill diana.
thank you to @sentientsky for putting up with my random unhinged messages
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I'm watching X files for the first time, and bro what hell. Justice for Queequeg đ
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please, send me all your favorites txf fics, I need some smutty/fluffy comfort read â€ïž
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