#Collector's Edition

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Lincoln Continental Mark VIII Collector's Edition, 1998. The Mark VIII was the last of the Mark series Continentals and the Collector's Edition was the last model run before the Mark VIII was discontinued. In total 1326 cars were built

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The crowd was chanting “MORE” 🗣️  so THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT Collector’s Edition Deluxe CDs are now available at store.taylorswift.com for 48 HOURS or while supplies last! Ships on or before 5/31.

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do you have any good mulder hurt/comfort fic recs? Specifically scully comforting mulder? I feel like most fics on ao3 are mulder comforting scully

Collector's Edition: A Tormented Man, At Last, Is Comforted

Sorry this took so long, anon! These recs are nowhere near all.

If you want an entire catalog of fics in that genre, I'd highly suggest reading through @baronessblixen's work-- hurt/comfort and fluff are her specialties; and she writes incredible an Hurt!Mulder (or Mulder post-latest-shenanigans) and Caring!Scully. (I've rec-ed a lot of her fics in the past, so if you search up #BaronessBlixen on my page, they should all pop up.)

I also recommend the "Mulder, Scully, and Season 8 Healing" and Dad!Mulder rec lists on my pinned page; but Injured but In-Charge Scully is practically required reading for this topic (@sarie-fairy's Skamania County is the first that comes to mind.)

Loose chronological order below~

@thursdayinspace's

the ginger invasion

He just about manages to lift his head and there she is, Scully, in his bedroom doorway; she turns on the light and it hurts his eyes, but even as he squints against it the glow of her red hair in the sudden brightness is enough to make him let out a relieved breath. "Hi." He hates to admit when he needs help. But he needs help. And help just showed up.

Early partnership Scully helps Mulder recover from an illness.

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She lifts her head and twists around trying to look at him, and when that doesn’t work, she sits up and rubs her eyes, yawning. “That doesn’t look comfortable.”

He sighs. “That’s probably because it isn’t.”

She looks at him for a long moment, obviously thinking.

Scully helps Mulder sleep in the car.

Beshter's Seasons: Second: Chapter 118

"No, come on. I want you to lie down." She tried directing him to her bedroom, but her steering threatened to tumble him over. "Whoa, come on I want you to lie down, let me take your coat off." She began to work off the long sleeve of the jacket he wore. It was summertime in DC, sticky and humid outside. What did he need with a coat in the first place?

Anasazi Scully cares for Mulder's fever after his father's death.

@bytethehand/homecomingserf's fragility

Scully can hear him pacing through the wall. Back and forth, back and forth on the creaky motel floors. He’s got a tendency to pace at night, of course, she knows this, but never this long and never this late and never this fast and loud and anxious-sounding. 

Post One Breath Mulder finally lets Scully in.

@welsharcher's The X-Files: The Field Where I Died 

With a sigh, Scully walked over and dropped the plastic evidence bag on his desk, savoring the resounding thud it made. Mulder casually looked up; his apathy undisturbed.

Another sigh escaped as she pulled out the book, “Sarah Kavanaugh’s journal was found hidden under a loose floorboard in Melissa’s room.”

Post TFWID Scully attempts to give Mulder comfort.

@officialmulder/specialagentpao's broken hearts, paper hearts

He buried his face in his hands. Scully sat in front of him on the coffee table. “We can talk about it if you want.” Her voice barely a whisper.

AU-- Paper Hearts Mulder finds Samantha's body.

@agent-troi/AgentTroi's Still Walking Into That Room

Mulder remained limp and passive throughout all of this, not reacting in any way except to follow numbly as Scully led him out of the house and back to her car. He sat down when she opened the passenger side door and gently nudged him inside, but he made no move to buckle his seat belt, so she did it for him.

Post Demons Scully needs to know that Mulder will be okay without her.

@seek-its-opposite/seek_its_opposite's

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“You don’t have to stay in here,” he tells her, trying to sound casual. “If anything happens I’ll just scream in agony.” He doesn’t pull off the joke.

“I’m good,” she soothes.

He called her in the middle of the night with blood down his shirt and she came to find him. It’s been too late to leave for years.

Post Demons Scully and Mulder are confronted by his seizures and her mortality, his past and her present.

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He’s straining, struggling against his restraints to reach her. She unhooks the belt across his chest and he grasps for her, pulling at the straps around his wrists. When she takes his arm in her hands his skin burns hot and pink, rubbed raw by cheap canvas.

She could play his scrapes on a turntable and the vinyl would sing a slow tragedy, a myth reborn in jazz. Cassandra the cursed prophet, reincarnated as a boy who believes in aliens.

Folie a Deux Scully spirits Mulder away.

@amplifyme/wonderland/Lydia Bower's

Affinity/Affinity 01

"Scully. You really thought it was me that night. Right?"

We've covered this ground before. It's one of the few questions he's allowed himself to ask, and one of the queries he continues to make. It's like he's stuck on these few questions like a needle in the groove of an old record.

"Yes, Mulder." I wait for the question that will inevitably follow, the one that never directly addresses what he saw when he burst through the door. He can afford to be vague: we both know what almost happened, what he interrupted.

"And you… you were okay with that."

Second verse same as the first.

"Yeah, Mulder. I was okay with that."

He nods. I haven't changed the answer to that one, either. I think he finds that reassuring, in some odd Mulderish way.

AU-- Post Small Potatoes Scully and Mulder redo that night.

Burning in Heaven

No, not asleep. Her head swung around and he was greeted with a smile. "Mulder. You're still here."

He took another step into the room and stopped. A small part of his brain got busy trying to figure out what it was about Scully that calmed him. Simply walking into her room had settled and centered him. He could feel the threat of shattering begin to reverse itself, his pieces coming back together to make a whole. Scully was his glue.

Post Redux II Mulder and Scully process their raw emotions.

@settle-down-frohike/settledownfrohike's

Missing Scenes (1/3, 2/3, 3/3)

“Mulder…are you sure you shouldn’t have someone examine you?“ he waved her off, scanning the floor for her shoes, doing his best not to appear frantic.

Mulder's journey through the final days of the cancer arc. (Scully comforts him in Part 3.)

120 for the drabble prompt

When he returns Scully is ensconced in pale pink silk, drunkenly slurring at her mother that she’s fine. She attempts to reach for the stack of drenched journals, winces, and that is just about enough for Maggie Scully. She enters the bedroom, raises a hereditary eyebrow at the hulking figure trying to decipher a fitted sheet from flat. 

“Fox. Thank you. I think I can take it from here on out.” 

It’s not Maggie’s style to be brutish or cruel, but she’s tired, and her tone is a bit more clipped than usual. Mulder remains mute, and nods a yes m’am. He gathers the empty Macy’s bag and passes her as she resumes the preparation of the bed. When she exits, he’s sitting crosslegged on the floor, coffee table askew to make room, trying to peel apart pages from The Lancet mumbling, “just a second, I’ll find it...”. 

Her daughter’s hands are roving the top of his scalp, petting and combing through his hair like a beloved dog.

Post Tithonus Scully is not exasperated with Mulder's efforts.

Luctus

She looks over at his sleeping form, studies the exaggerated bow of his upper lip, and thinks what a nursing blister it must’ve made. She gazes back down at the somber toddler in the faded image clutching his mother’s leg and sucking his thumb, her with one hand on his scalp, the other cradling her belly. His humanity is real and disconcerting at this moment. All this time, it felt as though she were merely patching up this omnipotent, otherworldly force, acting as an aid to propel him toward an epic destiny. There’s proof before her now that somewhere, he had a beginning. 

Post Sein und Zeit Scully cares for Mulder in the aftermath.

5 Pt. AU Prompts

The words “small cell” are anything but small. They are Goliath, and David is no where to be found. She feels the words rather than hears them. Malignant, it feels like quicksand.

AU-- Mulder has cancer; and Scully is ready for war.

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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 “Hm?” his way without glancing up. “Scully.” Firmer, more forceful this time. She looked over, annoyed, and spat “What Mu-“ and realized he was still asleep, but fitfully so. His breathing was coming in pants, nostrils flared and his brow was beaded with perspiration. 

Mulder's name is a comfort to Scully.

@o6666666's (Ao3)

8, 52, or 89!! 

“I think you should go home.”

He shrugged, but in the way small boys do when they are lying, and his eyes were wet. 

“You need sleep.” 

She knew, and he knew, that he had not been sleeping. She pet his hair and he blinked like it hurt to be treated gently.

He shrugged again. 

“Don’t lie to me,” she admonished, and pinched his ear so he knew it was only that she cared for him tremendously. 

He laughed but it knocked loose some piece of the great thing inside him that hurt and hurt, and in a moment he was crying. 

Post Paper Hearts Scully tries to call in Tena Mulder for support.

AU where Mulder is the one who gets sick in season 4 instead of Scully and Is... is it cruel to request more of the Sick Mulder story?

She wipes his mouth with her sleeve.

“Open your eyes,” she whispers, and he blinks and blinks.

“It’s blurry,” he sniffs.

She wraps herself all around him and lays her cheek to his, adopting his vantage point.

“I don’t wanna wrestle,” he says.

“In a second you’ll see the cabinet,” she says. “Just the plain brown cabinet. And our feet, and my other shoes.”

He sniffles.

“Tell me when you see it.”

AU-- Post Terma Mulder has cancer.

I love you prompt 14?

If you asked Scully whether she crashed Mulder’s disciplinary hearing to be his hype man, she’d tell you no.

But she did.

Scully refuses to let Mulder feel chastised.

@mulder-fight-him's Spiderwebs and Butterflies

She doesn’t know what exactly woke her, but blue eyes snap open suddenly and quickly fill with confusion, suprise, and maybe a little hint of love.  

Less than two feet away her lanky partner is sprawled out on her bed. At least she thinks it’s her bed. That’s where she fell asleep last night. She gently lifts her head and takes a quick inventory.  Yes. Her bed.

S5 Scully lets Mulder stay after a nightmare.

Anne Haynes's (xf-redux) Irrevocable

I watch her walk away from me, and I try to comfort myself with the picture of how life would have been for her had she not been thrust into my world. I try to see myself, sitting on one of the benches outside the Hoover Building, maybe eating lunch on a sunny day, and looking up to see Dana Scully walking down the sidewalk, a beautiful little tow- head little girl clinging to her hand, laughing and whole. I want to see this. I need to see this.

But I can't.

Because in this future, I don't exist. In this future, I am dead a thousand times over because Dana Scully wasn't there to save me.

There is no comfort to be found.

Scully finds Mulder mourning Emily's death.

Chibiness87's Seeing is Believing

He blinks harshly, gaze trapped by her intense stare. Four points of sensation appear on his neck, and he suddenly realises she is digging her nails in, making him focus.

Chocking, he manages to gasp out, “I can’t stop.”

Scully nods, tightening her grip on the nape of his neck. “Can you keep your eyes open for me?”

He squeezes his eyes closed, feeling his chest tighten. “I can’t… I can’t calm down.”

Her voice is the only anchor he has, and he latches on to it. “I’m not asking you to calm down. I’m asking you to look at me.” Her grip changes, making his face tilt more towards her. Her voice is still gentle, but firm. “Look at me, Mulder. Come on.”

Post Kitsunegari Scully guides Mulder through a panic attack.

DanaScully77's Night Hags and Restless Sleep

“Scully, is it bad the pills didn’t work?”

“Yes.” Scully admits, not wanting to lie to him. Her palm strokes through his hair, a normal occurrence for her when she’s tending to him and worried about his health. Much like his hand on her back, his hair is her calming space. “If you don’t sleep within the next twenty-four hours, you’ll need to be admitted to the hospital.”

“ Scully .”

The whine in his voice is almost childish, but Scully doesn’t comment on it. With how little rest he’s gotten, it’s only natural to resort to young behaviors. “I know, Mulder. But your body can’t survive with no sleep.”

Post-case Mulder cannot fall asleep.

saltringangell's the time it would take (to fix my heart)

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t look back.

“Mulder, slow down.”

He swings open the front door to the FBI building, wind whipping his hair back and causing her to practically stumble across the threshold. She lets the cool air sting her face, a nice change from the smoke and fire that licked at her skin just moments prior. Mulder continues down the pathway to his car, a little slower now, but still just enough steps ahead so she can’t see his face.

“Mulder, please, just let me-”

“Just get in the car, Scully.”

Post The End Mulder falls apart.

Emeraldsoleil's Beginning to Thaw

His body rippled against hers as he attempted to put distance between then, but a gasp of pain arrested his progress and he relaxed back against her.  "I realize this is an awkward position we find ourselves in, partner, but I, uh...I can't move." 

"I'm not surprised.  Your muscles are tied in knots.  I'll try to get the nurse in her to give you a muscle relaxer.  Until then, don't try to move to much.  You might tear something." She tugged on his hair again.  "Doctor's orders."

"Yes, ma'am," he answered.  The silence grew heavy, curling around them in a cloud of frustration.

"What is it, Mulder?" she asked.  "What's wrong?"

Fight the Future Scully and Mulder have a conversation at the bottom of the world.

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls’s 

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“Scu… ly,” says Mulder. He takes another breath, and he sounds horrible, inches away. His eyes are half-closed.

“Don't try to talk, Mulder,” she whispers. She moves her hand back to his face, brushing his sweaty hair away, touching his cheek, his forehead. She's forgotten everyone else in the bank; it's just the two of them. “Just… just keep breathing, Mulder,” she says. “Hang on, okay? Keep breathing, Mulder, please.”

He doesn't listen, because of course he doesn't. He rasps, “I'm… sorry,” and then his mouth shuts and he says no more. Heartbeats slowing, slowing.

Mulder, Scully, and the endless Mondays that could be (and were.)

Foxsong 's Ruego

The words were easier to say than she had expected, not shattering as she'd thought they'd be. They were sweet in her mouth. "I love you, Mulder," she said again, marveling at how freely it left her lips. "I love you, love you..." It became a chant, a prayer. She whispered it over and over into his ear and felt how it calmed him, how he steadied against her, how his trembling eased. "I love you." It seemed so important to tell him. Why had she waited so long?

He had finally stopped crying, and was still; and she became aware that he was praying with her, echoing her whispered words. "I love you, Scully... I love you. I love you..."

Post Milagro Scully and Mulder alternate their breakdowns and caregiving.

@baronessblixen/Baroness_Blixen's Lucky

I know what I’m doing, Scully,” he told her, amusement apparent in his voice – famous last words,

“I grew up around here, you know.” If only he hadn’t tried to look good while climbing down the steep trail from the cliffs to the beach. Scully told him to take the long, official way. Of course Mulder dismissed her idea as silly and unnecessary. He insisted on walking ahead, naturally, and Scully let him. He was telling her something about crabs when it happened. One moment she watched his head bob up and down while she tried to find the best, least dangerous path, and in the next instant he slipped.

S6 Scully nearly laughs over Mulder's tumble.

@slippinmickeys/SlippinMickeys/Slippin' Mickeys's

How about a super shippy MSR fic?

Amongst the pain and the fear and the sensory overload, hers is the mind that shines like a beacon in the night.

It is a revelation.

Biogenesis Mulder is comforted amidst the chaos.

@nowwhateinstein's (Ao3) things you said that made me feel real

He pauses, worrying his bottom lip, as if searching for the right words. “It’s what led me to start looking for her. The desire to find her was my coping mechanism, I suppose. Knowing that she’s out there, somewhere, keeps my fear at bay.”

Something - perhaps it’s intuition - urges me to glance at clock on the nightstand. Of course, I realize with a sinking feeling. 11:21pm, November 27, 1998. The anniversary of Samantha’s abduction. Twenty-five years later, and he’s still searching for her.

Scully realizes her partner is "off."

@greekowl87's (Ao3) No One Is Perfect (Tumblr)

She opened the door and saw the television had gone to a late night infomercial with playing in the background on mute. Mulder was wide awake, laying across his couch with legs crossed, staring at some unknown fixed point. She recognized that look. He was lost in his own thoughts, mulling something over, and he needed to be brought back to Earth. 

Post Orison Scully assuages Mulder's guilt.

aRcaDIaNFall$'s Longest Night

"I feel lost." It's the first he's spoken in almost forty minutes. I've been silent, too.

I don't speak, just wait for him to go on.

Sein und Zeit Mulder has a hard night.

@incidental-ao3/incidental's Verlust

She held his head against her chest, fingers stroking his hair, and rocked with him. It was instinct, an act buried deep within her, as she breathed in the smell of him and kissed the crown of his head. He hung onto her like a life raft, his weight bearing down on her as she crouched on the floor in front of his chair. When her shoulders and knees began to scream for relief, she gently extricated herself from him and took his hands in hers, encouraging him up out of his seat. He followed without words or hesitation, letting her lead him across his apartment and into the bedroom. 

He sat on the edge of the bed with a vacant expression on his face, his eyes a million miles elsewhere. It scared her, seeing him that way, so completely drawn into himself.

Sein und Zeit Scully opens up to help Mulder process.

@bohoartist/Bohoartist's The Healing Power of Touch

Mulder adjusts his body so he is facing ahead and she turns her face to look at him. She can see the shininess in his eyes and understands perfectly well how the grief of losing a loved one creeps up on you in the most random of times. She thinks of the days and weeks after losing Ahab and how her eyes would well up with tears for no discernible reason as the weight of her loss would crash down on her. She thinks of how he would notice her grief but knew better than to say a word in an attempt to comfort her, instead choosing to brush his hand across her back a little more than necessary, or to push a stray strand of hair out of her eyes.

Sein und Zeit Scully keeps vigil.

@writingwell/RocketMan's (xffics) I'll Be Waiting for You

I creep slowly to the sound; I think it's coming from the bathroom.

The door is closed.

I hear . . . the shower running.

I scramble back to my window, the one overlooking the parking lot, and see with relief that Mulder's car is right next to mine.

I must have been too preoccupied to notice it.

Mulder distances himself when emotionally troubled.

@brenayla's (Ao3) 6. He has a nightmare

Scully’s voice says, “Mulder?” She’s groggy; there’s a small, warm hand against his flexed bicep.

He whips around. “Scully?” He echoes, frantically pressing the length of his finger into the divot under her nose.

Scully comforts her partner after his nightmare.

@sigritandtheelves/DarlaBlack's If She'd Known

 Is it a miracle from God or a gift from the devil? Some hellish combination of mad science and corporate greed conspire to rip his lungs to shreds and in doing so, strap him down to a North Carolina hospital bed. Scully is tracking down his other records, his brain scans, when they administer the nicotine or it never would have happened. She’s not there when he is poisoned back to life, but first to death. She never would have left him but… His heart stops for a moment. For a moment he is dead. A moment. Then a minute. A full minute. And then it beats again.

AU-- Scully works hard to save Mulder from his brain disease.

Lolabeegood's (mulderscreek) Five Months Lost (Ao3)

"Mulder," she said softly as she walked toward him and stopped his forward motion. She grabbed his wrists and made him look her in the eyes. "I have been, we all have been, looking for you for over five months."

"Five months?" he said disbelieving.

"You didn't go to the conference in Philadelphia, or spend time with the Gunmen, or feel the baby kick until you put your hand on my stomach this morning," she said softly.

AU-- Post Requiem Mulder is returned with false memories.

@monikafilefan/MonikaFileFan's

Pre-IWTB at the unremarkable house

“Doctor Dana Scully?” he asks, head bowed. “I’m here to see Dr. Scully.”

He knows Scully’s shift ends in twenty minutes so they can leave together after she pokes and prods him to her liking, but the waiting room is packed full with injured people. A man with a rag covering a bloody hand sits by a woman with a red welt on the side of her face where half her hair is singed off. Fireworks are as dangerous as lovesick men on ladders.

The intake nurse arches a bleached brow. “And you are?”

Mulder tugs the brim of his Knicks hat lower on his forehead, a niggle of paranoia creeping up his neck.

A familiar voice interrupts, “I’ll take it from here, Margo, thanks.”

Pre-IWTB Mulder's best laid plans go awry.

@greycoupon's (Ao3) Hello Teacher

“Mulder, if you don’t open up I’m calling 911!” That he knew she wouldn’t actually do...would she? THEY were still looking for him. They had been in the house for almost a year and Mulder had left it exactly twice. They weren’t running his profile on America’s Most Wanted anymore but he was still a wanted man. Scully would never risk exposing him like that unless she had to save his life.

Slowly, as his limbs felt like they weighed 200 pounds, he dragged himself to his feet.

“Mulder!” He could hear her sobbing through the door. Quickly he unlocked and opened it. She had been leaning against it and fell into the bathroom in her rush to get to him.

Scully grabbed him and hugged him tightly.

Pre-IWTB deeply depressed Mulder locks himself in the bathroom.

@msrafterdark's (Ao3)

Can you write a fic where Mulder finds some gray hairs

“I feel old,” He confesses, “I feel…like I’m less of what I used to be, like there’s even less to offer you.”

The teasing is gone; the spark of honesty that always frightened yet thrilled him when they were younger is now alight in her eyes. He can’t help but smile softly at her.

“I love your gray hairs, Mulder,” she murmurs, “I love your frown lines, I love your laugh lines, I even love your achy back.”

Scully catches her partner checking for gray hairs.

@oceanofthesky/noifsandsorbees's open door. (Tumblr)

she leaves the key, leaves a way for him to know that if he can ever do what she couldn’t, if he can pull himself out of his head, that she is still right there.

it’s three months before he uses it. she comes home from a long day of work in the height of summer to him in her bed, snoring lightly under the sheets. she thinks she should be annoyed, that she should tell him that she can’t handle the emotional toll that has become their relationship tonight, but instead she is just grateful to have his warmth to crawl in beside.

Breakup Scully leaves the door open for her partner.

@audriesfic/audries's battle scars

it’s a cry of pain and then her name, curving up at the end to become a near pitiful whine. she’s out of the bathroom and taking the stairs two at a time before he even gets past the the first syllable. she’s never been the creative one, in her family or her marriage, but her mind conjures impressive images of sniper bullets through windows and sudden cardiac arrest. she’s breathless by the time her feet hit the cool tile of the kitchen.

his name is on her lips as he turns to her, one hand covering half his face. he fixes her with one puppy dog eye and pouts, points an accusatory finger at the cabinet where she keeps the glasses. it’s eye level, (because who puts glasses on the top shelf, mulder. how do you expect me to reach?) and he looks as though he’s been terribly wronged.

Revival Scully "heals" Mulder's cabinet injury.

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The Emergency Room is a site compiling Mulder in distress and Scully taking care of him fics.

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An official post regarding the deluxe edition has been made!

Pre-order it now while supplies last - ships/releases November 4th alongside Changing Skies #2: Hidden Moon.

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The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask (Nintendo EAD, 2000) Collector's Edition for N64.

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HI GRISHAVERSE FANDOM!! I HAVE A BEAUTIFUL THING TO SHOW YOU!!

got a collector's edition AND finished my SoC plushiessss!!! (Pls tell me you can say who is who. I tried my best to make them significant. If not, any suggestions on how to make them better?)

You might have seen this before on my old account (recreating every fandom post to this account so I have it together ❤️)

[thefigureresource]

Rei Ayanami : Collector's Edition [Neon Genesis Evangelion] 1/7 scale from Kadokawa coming January 2025.

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

Curious find tonight on some comic book sites - a Collector's Edition cover of Tokyopop's Full-Color manga edition of The Nightmare Before Christmas! I'm aware of the original that released last year, but the listing for this one says it releases August 6th!

Will definitely get my hands on this!

[vanalex]

[dragonbadgerbooks]

JOMP Book Photo Challenge: May 9, 2025 Collector's Edition

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File Name: The Black Dog 🗃️

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT Collector’s Edition Deluxe CD + Bonus Track.

Includes Department-issued essentials for tortured poets: patch, bookmark, magnet, and collectible photo cards with never-before-seen images. Limited quantities available! Pre-order before March 6 at 2pm ET or while supplies last. 🤍

[randomfoggytiger]

Collector's Edition: Curated SlippinMickeys

A collection of short fics to celebrate @slippinmickeys's birthday!

Loose chronological order below~

@slippinmickeys/SlippinMickeys/Slippin’ Mickeys’s

L'appel du Vide 

Gross misconduct, a career in tatters, but the urge is so compelling she has to squeeze her fingernails into her palm until the pain distracts her. 

Mulder, Scully, and a motel room in Bellefleur.

Three Sentence Prompts - Chapter 13 (Tumblr)

“Fox!” from somewhere east of the organic section, her voice a little too cheerful. He hadn’t called her after the last time he’d been with her — Scully had sailed back into his life a few months later and he’d left Donna astern, only to be thought of in passing.

S1 Mulder is no longer available.

Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 41 (Tumblr)

“But what’s he like ?” Missy asks, hand curled around a chunky mug, her fingers playing with the string of a tea bag. She asks as though it’s a question with an easy answer, like Mulder’s some sandy-haired podiatrist who enjoys cooking and tennis. 

“I don’t know,” Scully answers truthfully. “He’s… brooding. Quick-witted. Intelligent.”

Melissa’s eyebrows go up. She probably shouldn’t have led with brooding . 

S1 Scully defends herself to Melissa.

Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 42 (Tumblr)

“He was here about thirty minutes ago,” comes Missy’s soft voice a few moments later, and Scully drags her eyes to her sister’s face. “He didn’t want to wake you.”

She can feel a gentle smile tug at the corners of her cheeks.

“How is he?” she asks politely, not really knowing what else to say. 

“…better,” Missy says after a pause that Scully can’t help but clock. 

Post One Breath Scully and Melissa have another Mulder chat.

The Concept of Dualism (Tumblr)

His apartment was nearly as dark as it had been the only other time she’d been there, this time without the oppressive feel of the anger and resentment that had rolled off its resident in waves. Dull light crept in from yellow streetlights outside the lone window above the desk, supplemented by a dim, buzzing glow from the aquarium. It smelled like leather and dust. 

She tipped in probably more fish food than was necessary, but she wasn’t sure how long Mulder had been gone, and wasn’t entirely sure when he’d be back. Both he and Dana were the worse for wear. The fish went at the food with ichthylogistic zeal, darting to the surface like scaled torpedos. She’d once read that people who kept fish tended to be the happiest and most optimistic of all pet owners, but something about that didn’t ring true--at least not here in Mulder’s space.

Once she’d found a lamp and switched it on, she took her time looking about, her knowledge about her sister’s partner leaving vast swathes of empty story she hoped to fill. 

Post Dod Kalm Melissa cares for her sister and her sister's partner.

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They sat on the bed together, shoulders rubbing companionably....

Post Syzygy Mulder and Scully toast.

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Other cars had already pulled over, their brake lights a bright smear on the car's glass. She slowed as she approached an overpass, pulled under it and as far onto the shoulder as she could and flipped on her hazards. The rain poured down in front and behind them and it had the cold, insulated feel of a cave behind a waterfall. 

Mulder rolled his head towards her in the passenger seat. He had been dozing. 

"Everything all right?" he said, sniffing awake and blinking the sleep from his eyes. 

"Storm cell," Scully said, eyes still straight ahead.

On the job in the midst of a storm.

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The guy guarding him had a tendency to keep his weight on his heels, and Mulder had been going to the left a lot. He bounced the ball over and shot a glance at Scully to make sure she was watching — she was, leaning against the chain link fence, her hair cutting an autumn angle across her face.

Mulder shows off his skills.

Charm/Strange

Proximity to Fox Mulder is an education unto itself. She sometimes thinks knowledge might be his religion.

Scully and Mulder and the mutual benefits of their partnership.

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She exhaled a breath. She thought of Mulder riding her couch for a few days, banging around her kitchen, leaving the toilet seat up. Ties left over the back of the sofa, socks balled up in the middle of the floor.

It was a Friday night, which meant instead of carpooling to the office and a couple days more or less as average as any other, she’d spend the weekend with extra dishes in her sink, and him hogging the Sunday crossword.

“Of course,” she said, trying to keep her tone even, “it’s no imposition. Come on over.”

She looked longingly at the bath she’d just filled up. She could probably get a 30 minute soak in before he got there.

“The thing is,” he said sheepishly, “I hesitated calling you. I’m… I’m already here.”

Mulder bunks with Scully while his apartment is fumigated.

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The man loved her daughter fiercely, as was obvious to anyone who cared to look. But to the untrained eye, Dana was merely protective....

Maggie knows.

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“He killed her,” he said, deflating.

He’d been expecting a ‘ we don’t know that yet’ or a ‘ without a body, there’s still hope, Mulder .’ Instead, she said: “And you killed him .” Something in the way she held her shoulders made him think she wasn’t sorry for it. 

He would have crumpled then and there if her nose hadn’t started to bleed.

AU-- Post Paper Hearts Mulder finds his sister.

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“This must be the place,” Mulder said, unwilling or unable to connect eyes with her, and he pulled up their rented Lariat behind the K-9 unit, cutting the engine and closing his door before Scully even had a chance to undo her seatbelt.

She pawed at her own door handle, carefully keeping her sightline above the stack of Dairy Queen napkins that were shoved into the well of the passenger door, each one stained a dark, cherry red. She ran a finger under her nose, unconsciously checking her knuckle for any traces of dried blood.

Cancer arc Mulder, Scully, and the eerie woods.

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“No improvement,” she says, and he can tell she’s holding back tears. 

“Well it’s not—“

“Mulder,” she says, a warning. A plea. 

Something tight forms behind his ribs. 

“I’ve asked Father McCue to come administer last rites.”

All his muscles suddenly tense, and he feels as though if he weren’t doing his absolute best to remain as unaffected as possible, he might hyperextend into the spastic U of a tetanus patient. 

“It’s too early,” he says, and he knows it’s the wrong thing when she closes her eyes and rests them, her face looking ever so slightly pained. 

AU-- Redux II Mulder leaves, angry with his partner's God.

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“It’s okay,” Gibson said as he skidded to his knees beside where she fell, “he loves you, too.”

AU-- The End Scully was shot instead.

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It’s odd, he thinks, how he’s never really noticed the sway of her hips.

Okay, he’s noticed , but he hasn’t looked . Not like the guy at their 10 o’clock is looking. Watching as Scully sashays back to their table, her clompy heels scuffing along the floor with a gritty, salacious rasp.

Post FTF Mulder, Scully, and a guy in a bar.

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“I don’t think I want to know what this is to,” she said, flitting her eyes quickly to his.

“If I said ‘my heart’ would it engender affection or rage?”

“Vexation, probably.” She rolled the tip of her tongue over the inside of her cheek.

“Okay, then. I’ll just stick with my original plan.” He pocketed the other key, and then slid the one she’d chosen into the pocket at the front of her shirt. It didn’t fit in all the way, and pulled at the loose material, the metal heavy and thick.

“Which is?”

“Get in the car and find out.”

Post HTGSC Mulder has Scully pick between two gifts.

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The extra foam from his cappacino sat above his lip like teenage peach fuzz, like the milk mustache Matthew wore when he slurped the dregs from a bowl of Coco Puffs. 

Scully returns the Red Museum favor.

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“She was-“

“It’s none of my business, Mulder,” she cut him off.

It wasn’t her business, really — it was her heart.

S6 Scully finds Diana's bra in Mulder's apartment.

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She turned to him, her face one of surprise, but she didn’t resist when he took her by the elbow and led her out of the pub, her erstwhile beau still at the bar, his mouth agape.

Once they were on the sidewalk, she finally spoke: “But I thought-“ she started.

“Don’t think,” he interrupted....

S6 Mulder clears up a few misconceptions.

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...Because I’ve never been good at goodbyes.”

He looked up at the three men before him in disbelief.

AU-- One Son Scully left a goodbye letter with TLG.

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“The X-Files isn’t ruled by hegemony,” Scully said, “it’s a partnership.”

“Then why don’t you have a desk?”

It was a purposeful cut, the gloves coming off, and Scully both relished it and was annoyed at its callow nature. If that was how it was going to be, fine . 

She stood up straighter and walked casually around the side of Mulder’s desk and sat down in the chair. While maintaining eye contact with Fowley, she opened the top drawer and pulled out a hot pink nail file and set it to the edge of her finger.

Post One Son Scully marks her turf in the basement.

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She had no real concern that he wouldn’t be home – his social calendar wasn’t exactly filled with obligations, but when he didn’t answer right away, she began to wonder if she should have sent a toady ahead to tail him home from work. Then again, he likely was inside, and had just fallen asleep on his couch. She knocked again, with a little more vigor. A moment later she heard approaching footsteps from the other side of the door and tried to curtail the cat-like grin that she could feel rising up the skin of her cheeks. Calm, open face, Diana, she reminded herself. You have a part to play.

The door swung open a moment later and she once again had to police her own features. She’d expected him to answer the door in the same clothes he’d worn to the office, perhaps minus the tie and in a pair of holey socks, but he was barefoot and bare-chested, wearing a pair of quickly thrown-on athletic shorts that still had one pocket hanging limply down, inside-out. His hair was tousled and his eyes were bright.

“Diana,” he said, with more surprise and less pleasure than she was expecting. “What are you doing here?”

Diana Fowley's night doesn't go as planned.

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She’d only wanted to know what it felt like — she hadn’t been kissed in years — but Padgett’s facial hair scraped her and his lips were too thin.

Milagro Scully works through her complicated emotions.

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It wasn’t until the words were out of Padgett’s mouth that she realized they were true. 

Milagro Scully realizes she loves Mulder.

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And if their pencraft didn’t speak to whom their newfound lustiness was aimed, the words of their reports certainly did. Mulder’s particularly. The man was in love. It was as obvious in the words that he wrote in the report as it was in his handwriting.

Post Field Trip Agent Henderson analyzes Fox Mulder's and Dana Scully's handwriting.

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He calls out to Scully. With his voice or with his mind, it’s impossible to tell, but he can feel her when she comes. Amongst the pain and the fear and the sensory overload, hers is the mind that shines like a beacon in the night.

It is a revelation.

Biogenesis Mulder is comforted by Scully's mind.

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“What time is the next team coming?” Scully asked. 

“Not until 3:00,” Mulder answered. 

“Not even the suspects are out here,” she sighed, leaning her head back against the seat. She’d already kicked off her shoes and had her feet up on the dash like a teenaged girlfriend.

Mulder and Scully and a stakeout.

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“I did a pregnancy test on our victim,” Scully said. “Just in case. It came back positive.” 

Just in case, he thought. Just in case, what?

Mulder looked at the naked torso of their victim – it was flat, fit, young as a sapling.

IVF hopes and dreams loom quietly over ordinary autopsies.

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“I was… at a bar.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks turned scarlet in the warm yellow light of the lamp and a look came over her face like a dawning realization. “Were you… there for someone?”

His life flashed before his eyes. Scully could tell when he lied to her, and he had gone to the bar with the intention of picking up a woman. 

When he didn’t answer, Scully’s eyes widened and she stood suddenly. “I have made,” she said, looking around as if for a purse or a set of keys, “an appalling miscalculation.”

Mulder wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or herself, but suddenly she was on the move, darting through his bedroom door in a rapid exodus.

“Scully wait!” he called out, following her, just hoping to catch her before she got to the door. He felt like if she went through it, there was a real chance he might never see her again. Dana Scully didn’t do embarrassment well. 

TLG drive an inebriated Mulder back to his apartment after Scully's date.

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“So,” he goes on. “On Ryan Island, there’s a pond. And in that pond, there’s a boulder.” 

She pinches the skin at the bridge of her nose. 

“So. That boulder becomes the largest island in the largest lake on the largest island in the largest lake on the largest island in the largest lake in the world.” 

He’s pleased with himself, and strafes a thumb over the stubble on his jaw. He tilts his head back so he’s looking at her through fawny lashes, tilts it so she can see his overbite.

Of course their first intimacy was fueled by intellectual debate.

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The Target, several paces away, turned to see who had followed him and his eyes narrowed in suspicion at Scully. Mulder had to act fast. 

"There you are," Mulder said, smiling at Scully and glancing at the Target who was still watching them, looking jumpy. "I thought I missed you."

"I'm sorry, honey," Scully said, glomming onto Mulder's act, "I had my ringer off." She lifted up onto her toes and pressed a soft kiss into his cheek. 

Mulder, Scully, and an undercover operation at the opera.

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The truth was, he’d nearly sat on her. 

Gone for a week on a profiling consult, he’d managed to snag a last minute red-eye home and was not expecting to find her in his apartment, definitely not in his bed, and most especially not curled up on his side of it, wrapped around his pillow like a mollusk shell. 

The dynamic duo are relearning parameters in their new relationship.

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Beside her, Skinner clenches his jaw, rubs a hand over tired eyes.

“There’s nothing more he could have done,” he says, eyes pinned to the back of the younger agent’s head.

“He knows, sir,” Scully says, her hands deep in the pockets of her own coat, the silk lining too thin to offer up much warmth. “But it won’t help.”

Scully acts as Mulder's go-between after a hard case.

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The wharf was humming with activity, smelling of the briny tang of big water that sunk into Scully’s skin and shored up her bones. Out towards the horizon, the Atlantic churned. She felt closer to her father already. 

Bill Scully, Jr. reluctantly lets the agents board his ship.

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They made small talk in the kitchen with Tara and her mother, while Matthew scooted around on the floor, running a Brio train over everyone’s shoes. Mulder offered to make his legs a tunnel for the boy, and she saw both other Scully women’s eyes crinkle at the corners, charmed.

The man could charm anything but bees, she thought.

Mulder is finally included in the Scully family festivities.

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This wasn’t how it was supposed to go — the plan was a hospital bed, an epidural, a two day stay all covered by insurance — instead there was a shoelace tying off the umbilical cord, an infant swaddled in Aztec, a mess on his living room floor.

AU-- Mulder and Scully's son is born on his father's couch.

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Her voice was weak when she said it, but she opened her eyes and her smile blossomed all the way up to them.

“Hi,” he said lamely, shortly, still not quite able to breathe. “Is it…?”

His eyes traveled to the bundle resting in Scully’s arms and she followed his gaze and then looked back to him.

“It’s a boy,” she said, “he’s okay.”

Existence Mulder arrives in Georgia.

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Once William was in the pack-n-play under her mother’s watchful eye, Scully ducked into the small half bath and allowed herself to feel for exactly five minutes. Half-hyperventilating sobs, a keen so high only dogs could hear it. Snot running down her face, hands shaking, half-moon dents in her thighs where her nails dug and dug and dug until finally one broke.

The second-hand of her watch hit the 3 and she took one bracing breath and tore off six squares of cheap, one-ply toilet paper. Two swipes under her nose, a delicate brush under her eyelids, and into the trash it went.

S9 Mulder is nearly caught while in hiding.

NOT INSPIRED BY ACTUAL EVENTS

The look on his face is very Oops, but he says, with conviction: “Nope, he’s rawdogging it. Good for the immune system.”

She could kill him. “It very much is not. They’re going to send him home.”

Mulder may have forgotten about the cough medicine.

AUs

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“I got you some peaches.”

“Ah. Thank you.”

“Do you feel up to eating?” she asked hopefully.

He shook his head. “Wouldn’t mind seeing the file, though.” He gave her as much of a puppy dog smile he could muster, and she mussed his hair affectionately and stood to get her briefcase from the outer room.

When she came back in, she settled into the chair beside the bed and handed the file over.

“You do know they have digital copies of these Mulder,” she said as he swiped it out of her hands. Getting the file seemed to animate him a bit, and he scooched back in the bed energetically, settling in to read.

AU-- Post Tithonus immortal Scully watches the end of a life.

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Scully had convinced her father to take her aboard his ship - just for this one voyage - just to the West Indies — and as soon as Captain Mulder’s ship had been spotted on the horizon, Captain Scully was close to apoplectic at the thought of his crew — and more importantly, his daughter — being taken prisoner. When it was clear they’d be boarded by the privateer Mulder, it was either surrender or sink. And Captain Scully had chosen to sink.

AU-- Mulder the privateer, and Scully the pretend cabin boy.

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