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Plus One (Fox Mulder X Reader)
This is based on an ask I recieved <333 thank u for sending it through
Scully is unable to attend an event so Fox asks you to be his plus one.
“It means a lot that you’re coming tonight, I’ll uh- I’ll pick you up at your apartment at 6? Have a chat about the mission in the car and then go from there…I’m looking forward to seeing you…Scully said your dress looks good and you know that she knows more about that stuff than me *laughs*. Um, okay well this is a long voicemail so uh-right, I’ll see you in a few hours. Oh! This is Fox by the way.”
It definitely was not your usual practice to have a glass of red wine before getting ready for a mission but you had to admit that you felt nervous about tonight. It was standard for Mulder and Scully to do something like this. To get intel about a case, they’d dress up and rub shoulders with people unknowingly involved in an X File. Sometimes they’d pose as a couple and other times they would pose as two singles trying to seek out a partner for the evening. They would collect as much intel as possible and within the following weeks; the case would undoubtedly be solved.
This was a huge case so Scully was in another state, sleeping in her car to avoid the bed bug-ridden motel that Skinner had put her up in. Fox was too nervous to ask you so you got a call from Scully late last night. The key contact Fox had been trying to speak to about this case was attending a Gala in Washington. The contact was old school, any guest to the Gala had to have a date for the evening, and of course; it was a black tie event. You were reluctant and Scully knew you would be. “Listen, if you want to fly out and take my place in this crappy rental car, which stinks of fries for some reason- I would thank you for it. But, you’ll have a great time and I know you have that black dress that you’re looking for an excuse to wear…”.
So here you are, pouring a large glass of red wine and listening to the Spice Girls as you try to focus all your nervous energy into applying your make up and curling your hair. You slip your dress on at quarter to 5. The dress was expensive and it looks it. It’s black and shimmering under the fairy lights strung over your bookshelf. It’s hugging your curves, it’s hiding any insecurities and you have to admit- you look amazing. The remaining wine in the glass slides down your throat and gives a final rush of adrenaline. Fox knocks at the door at exactly 6 o’clock.
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He's wearing his glasses. That’s the first thing that you recognize. Not the bouquet of flowers tightly clutched in his fist, not the perfectly tailored suit or the nervous expression covering his face.
“You’re wearing glasses, I’ve never seen you wear them outside of the office.” You smile at him and he smiles back but he seems distracted. He doesn’t reply for a few seconds and as the awkward energy fills the air; he thrusts the flowers towards your hands.
“Yeah, I think they make me look smarter” He awkwardly laughs. “These are for you...obviously…you usually have peonies at your desk on special occasions so I thought you’d like them.”
“They’re beautiful, I didn’t realise that you noticed stuff like that. Maybe you’re a better agent than I suspected Fox” you wink as you go back into your apartment and place the flowers in the sink with some water. You take the moment with the faucet running to compose yourself.
God.
He looks so fucking good.
The nerves that have slowly dissipated over the past hour are suddenly back without warning. He looks so good- do you look alright? Oh god, are you not dressed up enough? Does he think you look okay? I bet he wishes that Scully was here right now, you could potentially jeopardise this entire case and you know how hard they’re both working on it.
You’re too lost in your own thoughts to hear Fox cross the room and place a warm hand against your lower back. The tension zapping through your body streams out with a deep exhale.
“I have a car waiting downstairs, we should probably go”. He holds his arm out for you with a grin and he guides you downstairs. He holds the car door open for you. Whilst you have a moment alone; you whisper to yourself an affirmation that tonight will go well.
You have no idea that Fox is doing the same thing.
***
Fox has liked you for a while and he suspects that this occasion is all Scully’s doing. There was no real reason for her to travel to Wyoming, it was some anonymous call which Fox completely doubts the validity of. When it comes to the X Files and his career, Fox is a ‘do-er.’ He wants to get out there, prove the importance of his work and save lives.
However, when it comes to his relationships. At the minute, Fox is less active.
The moment he saw you smiling; you had never been far from his thoughts. Scully struck up a friendship with you through a mutual love of the same sandwich served a local deli. Fox would sit in on your lunch dates together, he’d always try and make you laugh- feeling an immense sense of pride when he did.
Scully had disclosed to him her feelings on your boyfriend, Jason. You had so much love to give and he seemed to be the opposite. Closed off and cold. Scully told Fox you’d been arguing more and were getting close to breaking up. When you did, Fox watched from afar as your usual bright smile never reached your eyes.
***
The car ride is filled with idle chat. The tension in the air seems to mount as you both try desperately to ignore it. Fox tells you about the Gala and what to expect. It’s more of an occasion to scope out the group rather than to gather intel on a specific target.
You don’t realise that as the car drives closer to your destination that your knee begins to bounce and your fingers fidget with the tassle on your handbag. Fox rests his hand on your knee and his thumb rubs calming small circles on your soft skin.
“You look amazing, thanks again for doing this.”
Before you can thank him or compliment him back, the car pulls to a stop and the door opens.
***
The room is grand and glamourous. It’s a decadent affair with rich red velvet curtains and carpets decorating each room. The different perfumes and aftershaves blend together to create a sweet floral scent that lingers as every person passes. It’s a crowd of black tuxedos and billowing ballgowns, everyone smiling politely with a clear hint of judgement to every passerby. The sound of the band is lost over the exchanging of pleasantries and the distinctive pop of champagne corks, followed by a polite cheer.
It's completely unlike anywhere else you have ever been or anywhere you are likely to ever go.
“I think I’m the poorest person in here by about three million dollars, Fox”
“Oh no, it’ll be way more than that,” Fox says with a wink as he hands you a glass of champagne. He moves in close enough to whisper to you and you try to ignore the sensation of his breath fanning your neck.
“See that guy over there with the red suit, he has a huge interest in extraterrestrials. It’s massive so much so that he spends around five and a half million dollars a year trying to prove they’re real. He’s got that much money it’s basically a game.”
The bubbles of champagne trickle down your throat as you move closer into Fox’s hold. He holds your waist and rotates you to look at another corner of the room. His breath remains hot on your neck and you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol coursing through your veins or his presence that is making your head feel fuzzy.
“That lady over there with the huge hat, like, ridiculously big hat.” You nod at Fox without taking your eyes off her. “The Lone Gunman guys suspect that she gets all her money from selling UFOs that crash, on the black market. She only leaves her guarded house three times a year and this is one of the occasions.”
“Suspect? So it could be something completely different.” You smirk up at Fox, he grabs another two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and hands one to you. “Who knows, maybe she makes her money selling really big hats.”
“Or maybe, the reason her hat is so big is because it’s broadcasting a message to a UFO flying over Washington”. His grin matches yours.
You clink the glasses together and without the other knowing, both of you acknowledge the butterflies fluttering in your stomachs.
***
Neither of you speak to anyone else, you find a quiet corner tucked away in the hall room and chat. You sip on a glass of wine and Fox holds a tumbler of whiskey but both drinks go warm as you get lose in the conversation with each other.
It dawns on you that before tonight, you’ve never really spoken to Fox as it’s usually a group environment or a passing hi-goodbye as you both make your way home at the end of the day.
He tells you about his family, he tells you about his favourite cases and more importantly than all of the things he’s saying to you- he’s present with you the entire time. Conversations with your ex were one sided and that was something that took months to admit. You realized your relationship with Jason was over during a conversation. You’d just got the promotion that you’d spent months working on and he asked one simple question that felt like a knife to your pumping heart.
“When were you going to tell me about that promotion?”
You had told him; of course you had. You’d told him when you first heard about it, you’d told him the planning you’d spent weeks organizing and you told him the morning of the interview.
He hadn’t heard any of it.
You’d been together over a year. You had met each other’s family, met each other’s friends, you’d fallen in love and within that conversation; you realized how far from love you both had fallen.
The big band music was gradually playing louder and louder. You’d both been straining to shout over it to keep the conversation going. Eventually, you realized a way you would be able to hear Fox better, you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor.
***
The music was soft, flowing through the air as the lights began to dim slowly and the illuminated table decorations filled in the dark spaces. You placed your arms around Fox’s shoulders as his large hands slid down to your waist. Your heart was beating the steadiest that it had all night.
“How did you know about the peonies? I’ve never told you or Scully about that.” Your hands remained interlocked around his neck as you fought the urge to run your fingers through his hair.
“Well, I know your birthday and you had peonies on that date. When you got that promotion, you had peonies, and when uh…yeah, you have peonies.” A nervous look flashes across his face. You know what he was going to say.
“When I broke up with Jason, someone in the office got me peonies and left them on my desk. It was the only thing that made me smile that week”. The memory still makes you emotional, the week was relentless sleepless nights and non-stop crying. On the last day of the week, there was a gorgeous bunch of peonies in a vase on your desk. No note, no name- nothing.
His hands tighten around your waist as he rests his forehead against yours, “I’m glad you liked them…it was hard to see you look so sad”.
Of course it was him.
It always was.
It always is.
Before you can carry on speaking or stop the tears trying to fill your eyes. He tilts your chin to meet your eyeline with his thumb and forefinger.
“I don’t think I’ve told you how beautiful you look tonight or thanked you for this…I mean thanked you properly."
You place your head against his chest and wrap your arms around his waist, continuing to sway to the music; you hear him take a breath before carrying on.
"I've liked you for a while and god, does that sound childish to say. This means a lot to me and you being here means even more. I'd like to take you out, I can't always promise it will be this fancy...actually, I can guarantee it never will be but I want to spend time with you. In any setting, I possibly can."
He doesn't look at you and you don't look at him. It felt like a confession he needed to make but perhaps didn't have the confidence to say it to your face. Which is amazing to you because Fox Mulder doesn't strike you as someone who struggles with anxieties.
"I think this place is a bit too fancy for me, maybe we can chat more at the 24 hour diner near my apartment? I think we'll look a bit different from the usual patrons" You gesture at your black gown and his tuxedo. He smiles as he takes your hand and leads you to the exit.
Before you get back into the car, you press a kiss to his lips and thank him for the evening. For the entire journey to the diner; you hold each other's hands tightly.
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scully is soooo protective of trevor it gives me feelings
#the way scully and mulder are with kids makes me soooooooo#new headcanon scully checks up on trevor several times after the case ends just to make sure he’s doing ok#and maybe he imprints on her like a baby duck and starts calling her aunt dana#and maybe she gets mulder to talk to him too bc he’s a psychologist and they help him work through some of his trauma#x files#txf s6#trevor#dana scully#fox mulder
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My happy little head canon is he updates the number and tells her shes his “X in a billion” again every once in a while, so she gets more and more special as the worlds population goes up.
#x files#txf#msr#mulder and scully#xfiles#fox mulder#dana scully#pookies#soulmate stuff#Happy little headcanon
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When they're sick:
Mulder: king of deflection, cracking jokes even when he feels like death - the more bad jokes the worse he feels until hitting 'oops, nonfunctional' cliff, keeps working until he's actually falling over, gets sick or injured fairly often so he has little routines for self soothing, distraction and superstition in times of lugey yucky, will play up a lil cold for lafs but anything worse he'll try to keep to himself like a sick cat afraid of showing weakness, as you'd expect from someone raised in such genteel neglect. Even though he tries to be up and around wayyyy too soon he doesn't take illness with any particular bitterness, just with pent up boredom. Can be coaxed to hold still through the contagious phase with enough bad scifi movies and a willingness to let him info dump until he literally falls asleep mid sentence. He claims having a mild fever actually increases his ability to free associate which makes scully worry that one day he'll try to catch something on purpose when he's feeling stuck.
Scully: a person with a pathologists iron constitution who believes she should never get sick because she's a doctor and takes her vitamin and went through med school for g-d's sake. She's an irritable, fractious, clingy lump of a sick person who tracks her symptoms and her incubation period and tries to remember back who and where exactly passed her the evil germs so she can glare at them later if possible, even if it's just a head cold. She does not want to do anything while sick but is way too proud to admit it, and also mulder is her comfort person, so she'd rather tough it out with him instead of sitting at home alone (except that she'd know she shouldn't be spreading her germs around either so she'd probably go home and stew in annoyance.) seeks physical comfort and reassurance when genuinely feeling icky - that she later finds embarrassing, ofc - bc she takes getting sick as something she personally did wrong somehow and needs to be reassured. Passes clean out for a day when symptoms let up bc that's a stressful attitude to have lol.
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Round 1: Tim Drake vs Fox Mulder
The Submission Form (character submissions are open until I finish posting round 1)
Propaganda encouraged :3
#tim drake#red robin#robin dc#dc comics#batman comics#fox mulder#x files#the x files#fox x files#autistic tim drake#batfam#headcanons#autism#autistic#bracket tournament#poll game
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Happy Autism Awareness Month motherfuckers! As someone with autism here are some of the characters I headcanon that have Autism (some are projecting while others have some possible canon evidence)
#alan wake#alan wake 2#matt murdock#daredevil#nathan drake#uncharted#tenth doctor#doctor who#fox mulder#dana scully#mulder and scully#the x files#dirk gently#dirk gently holistic detective agency#autism#autism headcanon#autism awareness#autism awareness month#headcanons
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Not to be weird on main but my latest headcanon is that while Mulder is currently being a stay at home dad he has decided to write a series of children's books, one of which is titled The Flukeman and Me.
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Mulder and Scully hate going into the office on Valentine’s Day because they *do not* know how to be normal about it
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#theyputthebiinthefbi#the x files#dana scully#agent dana scully#fox mulder#walter skinner#bisexual#headcanon#bi
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The fact that there’s a decent amount of trans mulder fics but no trans scully fics is my villain origin story
#I feel like transmasc characters/headcanons are more talked about and i wish there were more stuff for transfems (& also transneutrals tbh)#the x files#dana scully#fox mulder#GIVE ME T4T MSR
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Fox Mulder is into lingerie. Like he is so attracted to seeing you in delicate or sheer pieces.
(awful semi nsfw after the cut- I have had two glasses of red wine)
SO, there’s a lingerie store that had a huge sale and you bought loads of different types of lingerie. Like the full things, bras, stockings, garter belts, thongs, one pieces and they’re like black and floral??
When he gets home from work you’re giving him a lil show like trying the different sets on. He’s just set on the bed, in AWE
BUT you’re criticising the sets. Like “this bra just elevates my cleavage a bit too much- don’t you think?, “this thong just feels like it isn’t sitting right” and tbh, you know you’re riling him up. Like he’s basically slack jawed staring at you, he’s completing ignoring everything you’re saying and he’s just taking in how stunning you look.
You try on the one piece and you’re like “the problem with this one is that if I bend over, you can just see like straight down my cleavage- look, can you see?” with a SMIRK and he is smirking STRAIGHT back at you
…I’m going to rewrite this and add more nsfw goooodness soon DONT u worry
#fox mulder#the x files#fox mulder fanfic#fox mulder imagine#fox mulder fluff#the x files fanfic#fox mulder x reader#the x files fluff#the x files fanfiction#david duchovny#txf fluff#txf smut#txf#fox mulder headcanon#agent mulder x reader#agent mulder#agent mulder smut#agent mulder fluff#fox mulder smut#agent fox mulder#fox mulder fanfiction#x files
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I just finished rewatching the unnatural and I cannot get over how close Mulder’s lips were to Scully’s face in that last scene
#just kiss her already buddy#you know she wants you to#according to my headcanon you already fucked after the last episode so you might as well#x files#fox mulder#dana scully#mulder x scully#msr#txf s6#the unnatural
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while watching The X-Files with my dear friend, we've come to a conclusion, maybe even a headcanon, about Mulder and Scully:
Fox Mulder smells like clear Scotch tape, and Dana Scully smells like dust - but not any dust, specifically vechicar/car dust
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Ship Music Monday!
Because these songs have been on my mind, here's my headcanons for them for MSR
True by Spandau Ballet
Mulder sings this obnoxiously in the car on road trips every time it comes on the radio. He might even have it on cassette. He knows every word, and puts on a show even though he's driving and Scully warns him that he's gonna wreck the car and kill them both. If she looks out the window a little more when this happens, it's definitely not because she's trying to hide a smile, no, that couldn't be it.
Hopelessly Devoted To You by Olivia Newton-John
This one started as another one Mulder would obnoxiously sing, but he caught Scully mouthing the lyrics once and eventually got her to join in. Turns out, this was one she and Melissa loved to sing. Now they blast the radio at top volume if it comes on, and it may not sound pretty, but they sing their hearts out to this song.
I'll Make Love To You by Boyz II Men
When this song first hits the radios in 1994, there's just an awkward silence in the car. Mulder awkwardly clears his throat and adjusts his hands on the steering wheel and stares determinedly ahead. But a few years down the road, he adds it to his teasing/flirting repertoire, and Scully knows to expect cheeseball ridiculousness any time the song comes on. After they get together, he hears her humming it in the morning while she makes coffee, and he smiles and leaves her be.
#ship music monday#idk what this is but if i have further song related headcanons#i guess i will do this from now on#msr#txf#x files#xf headcanon#fox mulder#dana scully#Spotify
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cg!mulder moodboard + headcanons!!
note; can you tell I love bunnies?? anyways- I made this absolutely agessss ago, started the headcanons after I made the moodboard but I've been in and out of the mindset to write/write agere stuff since I've been struggling with my regression lately but!! I'm here and I have plans to write more and I've got ideas. my inbox and requests are open!!
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(headcanons below the cut !!)
• the sweetest when he finds out about your regression, he's patient with you, kind and considerate. he'll sit there and listen to every word as you explain it, and he's especially patient and soft if he finds out because you impurely regressed. perhaps a meltdown after a really bad case, something that triggered you and caused you to break after a build up of stress.
• he'll rest his hands on the sides of your upper arms and just smile and hum and nod as you talk.
• he loves resting his fingers and hands on your face. during cuddles he'll rub your cheeks or forehead with his thumb, and he loves playing with your hair.
• if you have hair long enough for it, he'll put little braids and styles of the like in it for you, sitting you between his legs and just styling it!!
• little forehead kisses as reassurance
• records your favorite episodes of your TV shows on VHS so he can watch it with you or have it on for you (his personal favorite of your favorites is beakmans world, obvs)
• he loves getting to wrap you up in blankets and just hold you
• he's a smidge bit overprotective, when you're little he tends to keep you away from anything that could possibly danger you and helps you with any task that you could get hurt with
• so, crafts? safety scissors only. and he has to watch you. cooking? nope, only with close supervision. you can get ingredients, though no cutting or stirring over the stove. that's *his* job.
• he doesn't really mind any sort of nickname you give him but he always favors foxy or baba. daddy is okay too, but he likes the other two the most.
• has little sensory bins for you both to play in (he's a child at heart, also- autism)
• there's a rice box, sand box and a moon dough box. he has them all set up as little sort of dioramas. little toys stuck in them, some play shovels or anything that you can play in it with.
• he's a sucker for your pouts. one simple whine and a poke out of your lip and he is *melted*
• he has a hard time putting his foot down on rules he may have (maimly bedtimes and candy since those are the ones you fight the most)
• he just loves seeing you happy and giggly
• stims when you stims, and dances around with you in whatever room you're in
• at work, if you start to feel smaller, he tends to notice quickly and always makes note to keep a closer eye on you. and if you're in reach, he'll pull you in to lean against him or pull you into a hug
• when you dress up in his clothes for fun (usually his suit) he adores it. just awes at you and coos at you and tells you how adorable and sweet of a baby you are!
• loves cooking for you. he's not horrible at it, but he learned how to make/prep all of your safe foods so he has those recipes in hand all the time!
• he has a whole box of pacis/teethers/treats/toys/etc just for when you're little, calls it your baby-box
• loves having you in his lap while he works at the dining table. he'll have his work in front of him and just be rubbing your back with his hand as you cuddle up to him and babble and coo.
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As someone with ADHD, Fox Mulder in the episode Bad Blood (specifically Scully’s version of the story) is, in my opinion, amazing ADHD (even though he isn’t ADHD) representation.
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