Fifty ‘’I found you’’ OTP Prompts please make 16 and 19 happen for M&S 😊😊😊 thank you for taking prompts in the first place 🥰
(set during hollywood AD)
Scully should never get more than four drinks in.
But she’s calling this a vacation, two days of standing and smiling while she “promotes” the movie based on their work. It’s mostly sitting in the audience of talk shows, giving the FBI approved blurb.
At the pre-premiere party, the woman playing her counterpart has a slit in her dress slightly too high. She’s certainly beautiful.
It’s time for their moment with the stars, she dreads this part. It’s so artificial.
She has her smile painted on when the young photographer asks Scully to step aside while he takes the picture. Mulder stays, sided up to a woman they saw half naked on a magazine cover at the airport.
Her confidence snaps.
In the bathroom stall, she’s not sure how she got from point A to point B. Her comment about the amount the drinks had been watered down was clearly incorrect.
The door opens and swings shut. “Scully,” Mulder says. She doesn’t reply. “I can see your feet.”
“This is the ladies room,” she slurs, revealing herself. She should write screenplays too because that’s definitely a line.
“You ran off. What happened?”
Mulder has always been just so thick. He hyper focuses on everything except her.
We’re partners, Scully. I got your back, Scully. I love you, Scully.
They’re just lines.
“That photographer didn’t want me in the picture,” she informs him. “Because I’m not as pretty as her.”
His eyebrows crinkle in confusion. He opens his mouth. “That’s not…”
“What, not true? Don’t talk down to me, Mulder.”
Tears start to leak from her eyes. Mulder opens his arms for her and she drapes herself on him. “We came here for the booze and the free hotel,” he jokes. “Not so you could feel bad about yourself.”
“I’m tired of this,” she mumbles.
He holds her shoulders and their eyes meet. “So let’s go home. You saw the previews, we’ll catch this garbage at the Avalon when it comes out.”
She snorts, somewhat comforted, and he leans down to kiss her. Because they do that now. He smiles against her lips.
“I’ve never been that into blondes anyway,” he admits. “Redheads though…”