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it's better to feel painthan nothing at all agent john doggett from the x-files. written by chelsea. sideblog to etfilio. follows back from there.

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LAST REMINDER - 

I moved blogs! 

Doggett is now over at @agentdoggett, which is the same URL but a different blog. 

Come write with us ( if you want! ) 

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agent john doggett.

I remade! I was tired of being a sideblog tbh. He’ll have a new promo in the next couple of days. It’s the same URL and everything. 

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Refollow Doggett ( if you want! ) 

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agent john doggett.

I remade! I was tired of being a sideblog tbh. He’ll have a new promo in the next couple of days. It’s the same URL and everything. 

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should i make doggett ... not a sideblog 

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Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

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i’ll be back in the morning but also it’s my birthday so legally you all have to pay attention to me 

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if we want to talk about “canon”, john loses both mulder and scully at the end of season 9. they take off, and he doesn’t see them again for years. in the revival, it’s mentioned that monica left the bureau over a decade ago. 

that means a decade ago, he lost monica to her working with CSM. he’s not mentioned again. ever. does he know? did they still know each other? 

was he in some secret prison and that was CSM’s leverage? 

or is .... did he retire, is john just ... in some log cabin somewhere ( any residence he has is a log cabin and you can literally fight me in an alley behind any dennys in the continental united states ), and he’s lost every single person he loved, or cared about, ever, in his life. 

and he’s done after that, that’s it, he can’t ... put his heart into the world again, and he’s just unendingly alone. 

is that what we’re supposed to believe happened to him in canon, chris? it’s not a rhetorical question. thank you. 

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*falls asleep at his desk*

Oh, he’s been there before. There were a lot of days, after his sons death, that he didn’t sleep at home. Fell asleep for three or four minutes at a time at his desk or in his parked car. There’s a half a moment he wonders if he can let her sleep (he knows there were some fellow officers that had his back, a decade ago), but the office is closing down. 

Can’t exactly leave her here in a closed office. He’s sure Skinner would have his head. Not to mention the rest of the Bureau. 

        “Stella?” 

            His voice is quiet. 

       “I gotta head out. You need a ride?”           

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naturallygood‌:

“I know John, but I didn’t want to bother anyone with it. It’s fine really.”

“You wouldn’t have been interfering. Between Dana and I, we would’ve figured out a way to get you there.” 

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💋 from the mon bon

touch starved meme. accepting. 

kissed on the cheek. @agenica

his heart seizes, and then the straight line of his shoulders drops, relaxes. he looks like an all too familiar trope, a man having forgotten to let out a breath suddenly remembering. hell, his eyelashes flutter. 

( the spot on his cheek burns. ) 

he hums. 

“thank you.” he looks over, corner of his mouth flickering. “what did i do to deserve that?” 

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“i brought some cocktail weenies.”

ask doggo some thingos 

“Agent Mulder, do you ever think before you speak?” He grabs one and pops it in his mouth. “It’s called a pig in a blanket. Bite me.” 

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       okay, she’ll admit that response surprises her. there’s something in his all too expressive eyes, something that TUGS AT HER HEARTSTRINGS and has her catching his arm. ❝ john ? you know that was a joke, right ? ❞

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          he stops, looks down at the hand on his arm before looking back up at her. he clears his throat. “yeah, dana. no one is going to live to 150.” not in their lifetimes, at least. neither of them, certainly, with the way the two of them have been going. “i’m not off my rocker. yet.” 

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let him,,, Love

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Monica’s just gonna cuddle John

“Hey, Mon.” He squeezes her hand. “Any particular reason?” 

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reblog if your muse really wants affection. no particular reason, they just really need a hug or cuddle

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❝ i almost died tonight, John, and you were nowhere to be found. ❞

          “i’m sorry. monica, i’m so sorry.” the plastic chair he’s sitting in, the beeping of machinery, the way his hands are clasped around one another. time itself seems to have slowed, like there are minutes between minutes. 

       he thinks about scully, almost dying surrounded by a cult in the middle of nowhere, alone then too. he’s kept his hands to himself, but now he reaches out to brush a finger lightly along her cheek. “it won’t ever happen again.” 

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Your suitcase is empty. {Monica}

“And? Maybe I’m not planning on going anywhere.”