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Spooky Family - Fox Mulder X Female Reader
Title: Spooky Family
Fox Mulder X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Scully, Jodie (OC), Charlie (OC), and Stevie (OC)
WC: 1,576
Warnings: X-File stuff mentioned, teasing, some super cute stuff going on here
Scully let out a sigh as she left the building, Mulder in tow. Her shoulders dropped in relief, digging her hand into her pocket to grab her keys. Scully and Mulder had just finished another X-File, it wasn't as bad as most of their cases had been over the years. But it was over, finally, and Scully was just ready to go home. But the thought of driving another four hours made her frown.
Mulder jogged up to walk beside her, bringing his hand out to her, palm up. "Keys." He spoke, as Scully looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"What, why Mulder? I thought I was driving back to D.C.?" She asked and Mulder shook his head.
"We need to make a quick stop." He spoke, before Scully reluctantly tossed him the keys as they made it to the car.
Opening the passenger side door, Scully paused, "Did you run out of sunflower seeds?" She asked and Mulder didn't say a word, just hopping in the driver's seat. Scully pursed his lips, sitting down and shutting the door. As Mulder began to drive, Scully tried to figure out where they were going. Asking Mulder wasn't really seemingly going anywhere. And now, looking down at the cup holders, Mulder still had half a bag of sunflower seeds left.
Glancing over at him, Mulder's eyes were squinted slightly from the sun, and Scully knew she'd get no answer from him. She sighed and looked forward again as they drove through the streets. The drive was long, but it was less than an hour when they entered a suburban neighborhood. This made Scully even more confused, but she kept her mouth shut as Mulder pulled to a halt in front of a quaint house. It was a nice gray, two-story house, with a three-car garage, and large windows for natural light. The lawn was freshly mowed, and small flowers and bushes littered the outside of the home, obviously well taken care of.
Scully's brow creased again as she watched Mulder walk up the steps onto the porch, unlocking the door. So many questions were racing through her mind. Who lived here? Did Mulder live here? But he had an apartment, she thought. Did he know someone who lived here? Friends? Family? Maybe a parent? Grandparents? As she hesitantly entered the home behind Mulder, she was surprised to see a smile on his face, a real smile.
"Honey, I'm home!" He exclaimed, and Scully's eyes widened as two little kids came barreling down from a hallway, launching themselves right into Mulder's arms; they couldn't have been more than seven years old.
"Dad! You're home!" The little boy in his arms cheered, looking like an exact replica of his father, and it was the same for the little girl tugging on his pant leg.
"Yeah, Dad, I thought you were coming home tomorrow." The little girl replied, her brown hair in pigtails as she pushed up her thick-framed glasses.
"Well, kiddos, I decided to surprise your mom today." He placed his son back on the ground, "Now, Jodie, Charlie, say 'hello' to Scully."
The two kids, Scully guessed that they were both twins, looked up at her with big smiles, "Hi, Scully." Both Jodie and Charlie spoke in unison, before looking back at their dad.
"Now, where is your mother?" Mulder then asked, and Jodie hopped in her spot, filled with excitement.
Jodie pointed to somewhere in the house, "Momma's with Stevie." And to that, Mulder nodded, bending down to get on eye level with his two oldest children.
"Well, will you two go get your momma for me?" He asked, and the two kids nodded, before running off across the hardwood floor; almost slipping as they did so. Mulder sighed, watching them go as he stood up. Glancing at Scully, he almost laughed at her face; her jaw dropped and her eyes widened slightly.
"You have a family?" She abruptly asked, and Mulder nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you... But with our job..."
Scully nodded, "I get it, Mulder." She smiled, looking off at the house around her, "I never thought you'd have a family." At her words, she instantly frowned, shaking her head, "No, I'm sorry. That was rude for me to say."
Mulder shook his own head, dismissing her with a wave of his hand, "No, no... I never thought I would have a family either. With the job I have. But... When I met Y/N..." He trailed off, not even finishing his sentence as a young woman, holding a small baby in her arms, walked out from another room, her two children trailing behind her.
You instantly smiled when you spotted your husband. "Fox, you're home early." You walked over, adjusting your baby boy Stevie in your arms, and pressing a kiss to his cheek. You then turned to meet Scully's gaze, giving her a smile, "And you must be Dana Scully. Fox has told me a lot about you." You spoke, offering your hand out to shake hers.
Scully let out a breathy laugh, shaking your hand, "All good things, I hope." She smiled, and you chuckled, nodding.
“Absolutely.”
Stevie suddenly babbled and reached out his little arms towards his dad, so you passed him off to Mulder. "Hi, Stevie," Mulder cooed softly, pressing a kiss to the baby's forehead, "How's my spooky baby?" He muttered, slowly walking off as his two kids followed after him, telling him about their day.
You watched as he left, letting out a happy, dreamy sigh. Looking back at your husband's co-worker, you felt your cheeks flush, "Here, come on in. Make yourself at home. Do you want anything to eat, or to drink?" You asked, walking further into your house, leading the woman to your kitchen where you gestured for her to sit at the kitchen island.
Sliding out a stool, Scully sat, clasping her hands together on the counter, "Oh, water would be great, thank you."
You nodded, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with tap water. Sliding the glass over to Scully, you grabbed yourself a water before sitting across from her.
"So, what is it like working with Fox? Do you believe in that extraterrestrial and supernatural stuff too?" You smirked, as Scully rolled her eyes and took a sip of her water.
"Well, I am definitely a skeptic. Though... My job is slowly changing my opinion." She then tilted her head, "What about you? Do you believe in the strange and unusual?" She asked and you shrugged.
"Sometimes. I used to be a skeptic, but after meeting Fox... He somehow convinced me." You sighed, glancing over at a family photo of you, Fox, and your children then hung on the wall. "He makes everything seem so much more possible."
Scully hummed quietly, taking another sip of her water. "Well, you have a wonderful family." She spoke, glancing over at you before smiling gently.
Smiling back at her, you nodded, "Thank you." You smiled down at the counter, "They are my life." You confessed, before resting your palm on your cheek, leaning your elbow on the counter. "Jodie and Charlie are twins, if you hadn't guessed, and they are a handful. Both of them are just like their father, believing in aliens and Bigfoot… Even Nessie..." You trailed off with a laugh, before continuing, "And Stevie, he's my youngest. Only a couple of months old. Fox is sure he's going to believe in aliens just like him and the twins. But, he’s got his own littler personality, but definitely a daddy’s boy." You chuckled, Scully nodding in response before she herself spoke.
"If I may ask, how did Mulder get a woman like you?" Scully began and you tilted your head slightly as she continued, “I mean, he’s a pretty… Odd guy…” She spoke slowly, uncertain.
You smirked, shrugging one shoulder, "Oh, you know, he just charmed his way into my life... Somehow."
"Hey!" Mulder entered the room, holding little Stevie in his arms as Jodie and Charlie clutched onto his jacket sleeves. "I heard that." He pointed at you.
"Hey, honey." You greeted Fox softly, learning a smile from the man. Your heart fluttering in your chest as you watched him.
Stepping over to you, he pecked your lips briefly before setting Stevie in his high chair. After settling the twins down, he leaned against the breakfast bar, crossing his arms. His brown hair was messy, and his shirt was a bit wrinkly, as he grinned lightly at the two women. "Been talking about me, huh?"
You rolled your eyes, standing as you picked up your empty glass. "All good things, my love, all good things." You then turned to Scully, "Would you like to stay for dinner?" You offered politely, and Scully's eyes widened.
"Oh, I don't want to impose." She stammered, but you waved a hand.
"Don't worry, I insist." You bumped your hip against Fox's, "Besides, Fox makes the best spaghetti." You winked, causing his cheeks to color a slight shade of pink as he glanced over at you. Smirking to yourself, you continued speaking to Scully, "Anyway, we usually have dinner around six thirty, why don't you join us? There will be plenty."
Scully glanced between you and Mulder, unsure of whether to accept or decline your invitation. Finally, she simply gave you a nod. "Alright. Thank you."
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐫𝐞
𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Mulder arrests Alex Krycek, he sets the stage for a dangerous reprise. Y/N is now in the line of fire, and Mulder's enemies are determined to hurt her if it means breaking his morale. He must make a choice: let her go, or condemn her. 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
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Agent Mulder arched his back against the Interrogation room's rigid steel seating. His body ached with tension. He breathed in time with the steady ticking of the clock, and ignored the dullness of the swinging lights above. He fixated his attention onto the detainee seated across the table, determined to hear the truth.
Alex Krycek stared back just as intently.
"I'm not sure why you're smiling, pal," Mulder said, finally. He loosened his tie before skimming over a folder of printed documents. "Murder... conspiracy... treason... domestic terrorism... You've been caught on every front. You can count out a miraculous escape this time."
Sickly shadows ghosted across the room's cracked walls. Krycek grinned, his eyes darkened from the shade. "You think you've got me trapped? Sorry to rock you off your pedestal, space boy, but I won't be sticking around."
"You're not going to hurt anyone else," Mulder pressed. "I've nailed you."
Krycek leaned back in his seat and jangled his chained wrists. "This won't last," he scoffed. "You're a smart man, Agent Mulder, so use your brain. We both know that I have connections." He leaned forwards until Mulder could feel the whisper of his breath when he spoke. "You threw off my mission. My employer won't be pleased. There will be consequences to your derailment of his progress."
"You're talking about Black Lungs, aren't you?" Mulder grinned. "I hate to break it to you, but throwing off his dirty schemes is my job."
"And breaking your morale is his."
Krycek licked his lips in dark satisfaction. His handcuffs chimed merrily as he leaned forwards and lowered his voice. "By arresting me, you've slowed down the old man's plans," he whispered. "Now it's time to pay the price."
Mulder's jaw clenched at the subtle threat. "What are you saying?" He asked carefully.
"Your heart, Mulder. He's going after your heart." Krycek pulled back and winked. "Y/N is in the line of fire now."
Mulder's eyes dropped down to the table. His fists clenched until nails pierced skin. The air seemed denser than it had a moment ago. The clock kept ticking, but his breathing strayed from its rhythm.
Without warning, Mulder lunged forwards and gripped the collar of Krycek's tattered coat. "Nobody touches her!" He shouted. "Do you hear me? Nobody lays a hand on Y/N!" He tightened his grip until he heard the tear of stitches.
"You did this to her, Agent Mulder! Nobody asked you to be the hero!"
Mulder's grip faltered as the echo of Krycek's words set in. His own ambitions had ultimately jeopardized Y/N's wellbeing. He pulled back roughly and stood up. He felt shaky on his feet, but held his ground. He studied Krycek's indifference, looking for any sign of deceit in his cold eyes. He searched for a reason to believe that Y/N would be okay, but found none.
From his periphery, Mulder noticed another agent and a guard rush through the door. He shoved past them, but before departing, he spoke crisply. "If anything happens to her, I swear that not even the iron clad bars around your prison cell will keep me from getting to you, Krycek. I won't let you hurt her."
Krycek spared a glance behind his shoulder. "Then I guess you'd better run, Agent."
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Y/N lounged on the sofa of apartment 42, listening to the static of the radio. Fox was due home hours ago, but it was past midnight and there was still no sign of him.
She began to drift off, lulled by the late night quiet. She had nearly fallen asleep when the front door creaked open.
"Fox?"
He didn't reply. Y/N watched as he stepped towards her and knelt down.
She studied the shadows beneath his eyes. Even through the darkness, she could see that something was wrong. "Are you alright?"
Mulder pressed his lips together. His brows furrowed in contemplation as he focused on his next move.
"I need you to listen to me," he said, finally. "I know that you deserve an explanation, but I don't have time for it right now." He leaned forwards, close enough that Y/N could feel the warmth of his breath. "You need to pack up a change of clothes, and you need to leave. Now."
Y/N's eyes darted across his terse features. He seemed disheveled. There was an urgency to his tone that she didn't recognize. What worried her most was the fear in his eyes.
"Fox? I don't understand what you're telling me." She reached for his hand, but he jerked back.
"We're running out of time! The longer we wait here, the greater their chance of finding you. Can't you understand that?" Mulder stood up and flicked on the lights. He began collecting Y/N's things, desperate to send her away.
"Who's going to find me?" she asked, frightened. "What's going on? What aren't you telling me?"
He said nothing.
Y/N watched as he crudely packed up, fetching what he could find. He moved quickly, his actions mirroring his urgency.
"Fox?"
He ignored her questions, and concentrated on his duffle bag instead. He tried to be meticulous, if only to push away the dark reality that was creeping in too close.
Y/N finally snapped. She rushed towards him and gripped at his sleeve. "Mulder, just tell me the truth!"
He paused.
"The truth?" His eyes burned at the effort of his control. He dropped the duffle bag. "I don't even know what that is anymore. I don't know where the truth begins or ends. All I know is that somewhere along my search for it, I fell down the rabbit hole, and now, the price for my mania is your life."
He gripped Y/N's shoulders. The blue of his eyes gleamed through unspent tears as he struggled through his next breath. "I've killed you, Y/N. That's my truth."
Y/N dizzied at his words. She always knew that Mulder's place in the X-Files carried with it threats of danger, but she never expected to be caught in the middle of it. Nevertheless, she refused to blame him for their predicament. Their relationship had always been a risk, but it was one that they took together.
She pressed a hand against his chest. "Don't think for a second that this is your fault," she said. "I chose to be a part of your life. Whatever's happening, we'll get through it."
She laid a kiss at the corner of his mouth. "We're okay," she whispered.
Mulder's jaw clenched. He pulled back and grasped her hands in both of his own. "I love you," he said softly. "And I appreciate your assurances, but this is bigger than you can imagine. I'll be damned before I see you hurt." He rested his forehead against hers and shut his eyes. "You'll be safe once you're far away from me. Please. Just go."
Y/N was almost convinced by the desperation of his tone. She focused on the feel of his fingers laced around her own. She could feel his growing anxiety from the slight tremble of his hands. She sighed, cognizant of the truth neither wanted to admit. "Fox," she whispered. "Wherever I go, they'll find me. I think you know that as well as I do. At least if I stay put, we'll have each other. There's really no point in sending me off."
She waited while he mulled over her words. Finally, he sighed and dipped into the crook of her neck. "I was really hoping you wouldn't have a clever argument to counter mine," he mumbled. "I figured flight would beat fight in this instance. Leave it to you to dismantle the pristine logic in my plan."
Y/N could hear a faint smile sounding over the pain in his voice. "It was a stupid plan," she teased.
"That's still to be decided."
Mulder shifted until he caught Y/N's gaze. He placed his hands on either side of her face and slid his fingers delicately over her skin. His touch was warm, his hold firm.
"We'll get through this," he said softly. His words weren't so much a declaration as they were a question; an appeal for a bit of hope in their crisis.
Y/N leaned into his touch. "The two of us," she nodded. "I know it."
Mulder smiled.
He turned back on his heel with a new sense of calm. "It's not like we have an alternative," he said firmly. Y/N watched as he stepped over to the desk and fetched a roll of masking tape from the drawer. He ripped out two strips and joined them to stick an '𝐗' against the window.
Mulder perched on the corner of his bureau and assessed his handiwork. "We'll get by," he affirmed. "They won't get the better of us. Whatever they might think, we won't step down."
Y/N joined Mulder by the window and wrapped her arms around him. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you," she breathed.
The pair stayed silent as they looked out at the night sky. All was quiet for now, but they knew that in time, there would be a steep price to pay for peering beyond the smoke screen. In that moment however, it didn't matter.
Not when they had each other.
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Okay | Fox Mulder x gn!reader
Anonymous asked: Mulder with the prompt "You could've gotten hurt!" please?
summary: Mulder is involved with an accident at work, and you fear the worst has happened to him when you get the call.
tws: swearing
word count: 639
When you got the call to say that Mulder was in the hospital, you genuinely did fear the worst for your boyfriend, thinking that you would have to identify the body, but when you met Scully outside, she was quick to reassure you; he wasn’t hurt, he was just caught in an accident during their most recent case, and although you begged to see him, she had explained that you weren’t allowed until the doctors had concluded all the tests that they needed to do in order to ensure that he was as well as he had been when he left for work that morning.
So you sat with her, bouncing your leg until she put her hand on your knee and gave you a little smile; she loved Mulder as much as you did, he was like family to her, and although she had no reason to worry, as she had looked him over at the scene and found nothing, she knew that she could not give that same type of reassurance to you. You needed to see him before you would believe that he was okay, and she very much knew that feeling all too well; she got you coffee while you waited together, and spoke to you about things that you would find interesting just to keep your mind away from fearing that something had happened to your boyfriend. Every now and then, when you put your arm on the rest, she would place her hand on yours and would gently trace your skin.
You would calm down for a few moments, and she would give you that wonderful smile of reassurance; you never admitted it, but you always felt safe with Scully, you always felt like things were okay when she was around - like when you were at school and your best friend would walk in, and you would know that things were okay. Only now, you were much older, and instead of worrying about being told off about homework, you were worried about why the doctors were keeping Mulder in the examination room for so long.
At last, though, he left the room, unable to do up his tie in time as you crashed against him, holding his waist tightly with one arm as you placed your other hand at the back of his head to keep his body close to your own, a sigh of relief and a thousand words of gratitude that he was okay falling from your lips so quickly that the words became mangled and indistinguishable. But he laughed, and pushed you away enough so that he could look into your eyes.
“Look, I’m okay.”
“I know,” you whispered, nodding and kissing his forehead. “I’m fucking glad, but… you could’ve gotten hurt! Why did you think-”
“(y/n),” Mulder cupped your face in his hands as he tilted his head to the side. “I’m okay. You don’t have to worry.”
You frowned, shaking your head as you swallowed thickly. “Fox… I was so fucking worried, I had no idea what to do, I thought- I thought the worst had happened when I got the call to say you were here and I-”
Just to shut you up and stop you from spiralling, Mulder quickly kissed you, and when you pulled away with a smile, he chuckled.
“I’m fine.”
“You owe (y/n) one,” Scully said from her chair. “You really had them worried, Mulder.”
Mulder hung his head for a moment before he let out a sigh. “Alright… how about dinner? On me?”
You nodded, but not before pulling him in for another tight hug. “We can get a takeaway and watch Ruggero Deodato films - how’s that sound?”
“We can do that,” he agreed. “But I’m paying.”
“You’re goddamn right you are,” you laughed softly. “Fucking idiot… I love you.”
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𝙋𝙊𝙑: You work in the FBI and by orders of your boss in command you had to team up with three of your coworkers, to carry out an investigation against a very powerful mobster. The problem is that you don't get along very well with your colleagues who are Mulder , Scully and Pena when you inform them that they have to do this job together, they all get upset because mainly Scully doesn't trust you because a couple of weeks ago you "promoted" very quickly and you're already in the major leagues and she thinks that just for your "beauty" fools men, after about two weeks and after a lot of work and investigation you shut Scully's mouth up because thanks to your contributions to the job, they managed to catch the gangster and you and your other three colleagues congratulated them and You were promoted.... In the end, you and Scully smoothed things out and started a friendship.... and possibly you find love in Javier since they got too close and forged a great friendship and mutual affection. (You are Lizzie 💕)
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CHAPTER 1: Fox Mulder x Y/N ( with Yandere!Sephiroth)
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It’s your first day and you just got your new job at the Gay FBI… you’re nervous.
You’re sitting in the main office, waiting for your trainer. You’re wearing your favorite black oversized sweater. It’s warm and comfy, hiding your hands inside of its long sleeves is helping you fight off the nerves of your first day. You stretch your legs out, showing off your galaxy print leggings and the shiny black Doc Martens at the end of them. You stared at your shoes, trying to keep your mind busy.. “I wonder who I’ll meet here? Are there any cute people? Would anyone even like me-“
Your thoughts are cut off when a tall man in an orange bomber jacket taps you on the shoulder, leaning in very close to get a good look at you, “ Hello? Y/N, is it?” You look up at him, nodding, feeling a bit embarrassed about him noticing your lack of awareness. “My name is Kim Kitsuragi. I am your trainer for today. Please follow me.” As you get up, you notice him turn around, patting down his jacket trying to look for something. But, when you get up he quickly changes back to his professional demeanor, jotting something down before signaling you to follow him. He starts to lead you into the next room, as you follow behind him you hurry to tidy yourself up. You go to adjust the brown beanie on your head to try and attempt to look professional.
You follow the dark haired man to a room full of people, computers, and a banner that reads “WELCOME Y/N”. “A small party.. just for me..”, you smile, already beginning to feel welcomed. “This is our main office, this will be where the majority of your work is done-“ Kim is then cut off by a small, sharp-toothed creature, “HEY! You’re Y/N right? Nice to meetcha! Hey, what does the Y and N stand for anyways?” Before you can answer, the small rabbit is pulled up by his ears by a much taller bipedal dog, “Heh, sorry about that, Mr. Kitsuragi!” He leans in towards you, “That’s just how my little buddy Max is. Oh well. I’m Sam, by the way! Hope to see you around the office!” He shakes your hand firmly, and slings the rabbit over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, bringing him to another corner of the office. Kim nods and waves them off before looking back down at his clipboard, “Yes, well, as you heard, that was Sam and Max. They’re a crucial part of the team here at the Gay FBI. Now let us continue-“ You try to pay attention to what Mr. Kitsuragi has to say, but that’s when you spot him. Across the room, in a small, secluded corner- a tall, broad shouldered man in a white button up shirt with short brown hair catches your attention. He’s leaning back in a chair, reading a book with an eye on it. You can’t help but feel like a magnet drawn to metal. Without thinking, you walk over to him to introduce yourself. He has posters of various aliens and conspiracy theories covering the small area of his section of the office, as well as a framed picture of him, a short ginger woman, but it's missing a piece of the picture in the middle..
“H-Hi.. I’m Y/N.. What’s your name?”
He looks up at you and puts down his book, “Oh, this is the Y/N? It’s a pleasure to finally meet you instead of hear about you. My name is Agent Fox Mulder, but you can just call me Mulder.” He extends his hand out to you, and you blush. There’s a really awkward pause until your brain begins to yell at you, demanding you to do SOMETHING. Your thoughts catch up to you, and you shake his hand too.
“Wow.. Y/N, are your hands always this sweaty? Kind of reminds me of a swamp creature a little bit.. how interesting” This makes you blush even more. “Now.. who let you in wearing that? You do realize that isn’t up to dress code right? You’re lucky you got Kim as your trainer, that guy can hardly see a thing without his glasses. That’s why I hid them away, you see.” He opens his drawer and reveals Kim’s glasses. You go to ask why he has them- “Let’s get you changed out of that outfit shall we? We have plenty of leftover uniforms out in the back.”
TO BE CONTINUED ………
NEXT CHAPTER: Fox Mulder’s Yandere Ex boyfriend.. SEPHIROTH?!
Authors note: Sorry for no Sephy yet!!!! >_< I hope to include him in the next chapter.. I wanted this chapter to kick off everything first...
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Like Her
Words: 1601
Pairing: Fox Mulder x Reader
A/N: This is the longest thing I've written in a while and I enjoyed it so much!!
Request: Could I request a Mulder x reader where the reader has fallen in love with him but she is sure he doesn’t like her because he is always thirsting after like, those porn models in his magazines and stuff. Little does she know that he loves her just as much. Essentially just heavy angst to fluff with kisses 🥺 - Anon
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“No problem. Anytime.” the man said smoothly as he slid back into the driver's seat.
You adjusted yourself where you sat and watched the woman walk away. She was drop dead gorgeous, beautiful on another level, just like the women you see in magazines. Ripping your eyes away from her you tuned back into where you were, turning towards Mulder to ask him a question you realised he was looking right at you, as if waiting for a response.
“I’m sorry, repeat that?” you said slightly embarrassed.
“Do you want to grab something to eat or head right back?”
You looked at the time, you’d been on a rough journey with the man, all practically for nothing. You were hot, tired, slightly sad and frankly ready to crawl back into bed.
“Lets drive as much as we can before one of us feels like their stomach might decide to eat itself. Then we can switch drivers.”
“I really don’t mind driving all of the way.” he looked sincere as he spoke.
You shrugged “Then lets hope neither of us get hungry or I’ll be hopping right behind the wheel.”
The man fought a smirk appearing on his lips and started the engine “Whatever you say Y/L/N.”
Leaning back into the seat you listened as the man spoke about the case but couldn’t help but let the sadness ebb and grow. This man, the man beside you, was sunshine to you. He’d helped you through a lot and you genuinely didn’t know what you’d do without him, sure he has his quirks, everyone does, but he really made you feel different. He made you feel seen and special, made you want to spend every moment you could with him.
At the start you told yourself you wouldn’t put yourself through liking him. Well in some ways you’d kept that promise, you didn’t like him, you loved him.
You knew he liked you as a friend. Heck a man who didn’t like you at all wouldn’t do any of the things he’d done for you.
Sighing a tear ran down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away but this didn’t go unnoticed by the man. Leaning forward you opened the glove compartment to check if the tissues you’d put in there were still there but a magazine slipped out first.
Turning it over you were face to face with an image of an insanely beautiful woman. Quickly stuffing it back inside you almost slammed the glove compartment shut and sat back. Tears rolling down your cheeks almost uncontrollably. You weren’t hysterical though, they fell silently and naturally.
The man's heart dropped at the sight. He absolutely hated to see you this way but would always do anything he could to make you feel comforted. “Y/N.” he spoke softly as he continued to drive. Looking for a place to pull over.
Reaching a hand over he gently placed it on your shoulder as he kept the other on the wheel. “What’s the matter huh?”
Your heart felt heavy. A multitude of things had brought on the tears but having the man you were crying about try and make it better hurt a little more. “I’m ok.”
“You’re clearly not.” he pulled the car over and turned to you but you tried to face the other way.
“You’re never like this when you’re upset. What’s wrong? " His voice was calm.
A sob left your body and you could feel it trembling, it was silly, it really was but you couldn’t help it.
The man was out of the car in an instant. He quickly moved around the car and opened your door, crouching down in the space he looked up to you and comfortingly took your hand. “Y/N, please, speak to me.”
You could feel the warmth of his hand around yours, even though you were way too warm you really didn’t mind.
“I’m just overwhelmed.” you hoped that would suffice.
“Talk to me.”
“I’m hot, tired, and my heart just hurts ok?” you were done with it all. You could always find another, less fulfilling job elsewhere.
“We can fix two of those things right now. Take your jacket off, we can go and find some cool water and you can nap in the car.” he offered “Why does your heart hurt?”
You let out a huge sigh “I love someone who’ll never love me back. He’s way too interested in model girls, and sure, I really don’t blame him. I could never compare to them.” you weaseled your hand from his and used both of them to wipe your tears “I’m just being silly. Let's go.”
“No.” His voice was soft yet firm. “You’re better than any of those models and he’d be dumb to not see it.”
Your eyes burned and you felt a laugh bubble though “Try telling that to him huh?” you looked at him and his eyes met his “If only you knew.”
He brought his hand up to your face and pushed some hair behind your ear whilst he took one of your hands in his other. “Is it Clive?” he looked at the floor as he spoke, not really wanting the confirmation.
“It’s you.” your voice was practically a whisper.
His head snapped up, his eyes meeting yours again. Had he just made that up in his head? “What did you say?”
You tore your eyes from his “I’m sorry, forget about it. It’s nothing.”
“Did you say it was me?”
“Leave it.” you took your hand from his.
“I feel the same about you.”
You looked towards him “What?”
“I like you, well more than that, as well.”
“Don’t mess with me Mulder, you don’t need to just because I’m upset. I know you like me as a friend but-”
“I mean it.” His voice felt like it echoed for a second.
“But, I’m seriously not your type.”
“What is my type then?”
You reached forward and pulled the magazine out “This.”
“Y/N” he sighed and took the magazine from you. “At one point in my life yeah sure. Not anymore. Old Sam gave it to me as a joke, you know he knows me from about ten years ago, give or take, he bought me one back then and again now as a joke.”
He walked away from you to the trash can and put the magazine inside before closing your door and returning to the driver's seat “I’m sorry. I really am. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time now. Since I first laid my eyes on you. I just didn’t ever think you’d feel the same. If I’d known-”
You nodded and faced the man “I’m sorry for being a bit emotional today.”
“Sorry? We’d never have known how we felt if you hadn't been.”
You let out a slight laugh “Yeah, you could say that.”
“I really think we should at least try and grab some snacks and just do our best to do the journey in one.”
You mulled it over for a second “Sure. Then we can-”
“We’re not swapping. If I remember right, there's a gas station about ten minutes from here. We can grab snacks and then get back onto the road with me driving. You, however, will sleep.”
“I’m not-”
“You just said you were so don’t try and say you’re not tired.”
You smiled, your tears were drying up “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me again. I don’t deserve it for putting you through that.”
The ten minute drive went quickly, the two of you soon breaking out into conversation about the case and awful day that it’d been. Navigating the gas station quickly the two of you stood in line with your snacks. Even though you were practically in the middle of nowhere there was still a decently sized queue.
As the line got more condensed the man stood closer to you, practically pressed to your side yet behind you protectively.
Looking up towards the man your eyes met, the two of you sharing the moment before having to shuffle forward in the queue again.
What took you by slight surprise was the feeling of the man leaning forward and placing a kiss to your head in an affectionate way. The way a long term couple would do subtly in public to show affection without embarrassing those around them
You felt warmth rush to your face and a smile break out on your lips. The man wrapped his arms around you subtly and you embraced them back before having to breakaway to move to the cashier.
The two of you beamed as you paid for the groceries, you insisted that you paid since Mulder was going to drive the rest of the way.
Sliding back into the car the two of you settled nicely. Mulder spoke about some sightings he’d been tracking and trying to stay up to date with in the United Kingdom. He knew it was unlikely that he’d never be able to investigate it but he was invested in the case.
He noticed that you’d gradually shortened your responses and that they’d become incredibly infrequent until you pretty much weren’t responding to him at all.
Quickly taking a look at you whilst he drove he could see that you were fast asleep. Training his eyes back on the road he let a sad smile form on his lips.
He loved you more than anything and was hurt that he’d made you feel otherwise. He’d do absolutely anything to never see you that way again.
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Date with Destiny
pairing fox mulder x skinner!gn!reader
word count 1022
synopsis You, the younger sister of Walter Skinner, have finally landed a date with the man whose work you’ve long-admired.
content fluff, funny, sweet, mentions of sex and pornography, reader has a personality
You were nervous. Definitely, you were nervous. As you approached the bar your fight or flight response kicked in. You’d been following his work for years, both fascinated and intimidated by the man who you were sure would be the one to uncover the truth. What the truth was, you’d never been entirely sure, but his sureness about some things was admirable. And attractive. Though not as attractive as his dark eyes, square jaw, and easy smile. You’d been hoping for a date with him for a while but Walter had made it difficult. Honestly, it was unclear who he was protecting from whom between his baby sister and his most beloved agent.
He was standing by the door waiting for you, looking down the street in the wrong direction. You couldn’t help but take notice of his posture. It seemed he was actually nervous. An entire swarm of butterflies fluttered inside your stomach. Or maybe it was an ulcer. Either way, you wanted to be sick. And as you closed the distance, he turned, catching a glimpse of you. You watched as his blank face washed with recognition and then a grin.
“(y/n) Skinner!”
“Agent Mulder.” You bit your bottom lip, unsure how to proceed. You’d been the one to ask him out but that was a courageous anomaly. When you’d gone in to bring Walter a birthday gift you’d finally seen Mulder in the flesh. He’d stepped into the same elevator, and you weren’t about to let the opportunity go. After years of begging your brother to introduce the two of you, he was finally in your grasp. So you’d let the question leave you before thinking better of it.
Wordlessly, Mulder propped open the door for you to enter in front of him. It was crowded and noisy inside. Relief washed through you, and you patted yourself on the back for choosing that sort of place; busy enough that you could feel invisible. The two of you grabbed beers from the bar and sat at a booth near the back. The table was sticky. Seated, you knew you had to say something, though you felt mute.
“Tell me something about yourself!” You blurted. Jesus, It sounded like an order.
“Something about myself.”
You nodded. “A fun fact.”
He gave you a conspiratorial look, leaning forward so you, too, leaned in. His green eyes wide, he whispered, “I’m red-green colorblind.”
You giggled into the mouth of your beer.
“Your turn.” His eye contact could kill. He held your gaze even when you wanted to break away. It’s like he was allergic to shame or something. But being around him made you bolder, too. He lifted his bottle to his lips.
“I have a crippling addiction to pornography.” Help choked on his drink. Leaned back, the reaction was fun to see. There were no napkins at the table, he used the sleeve of his coat to wipe his chin like a little kid.
“Why haven’t we met before?”
“My brother.”
“It still amazes me to think that man has a family. I used to imagine him going home and sleeping in a pod or something.”
“He does that, too.” Mulder chuckled at that, and you felt a warmth open up in your chest. It felt good to make him laugh. More so than just as validation from someone you admired, but because his laugh felt like late night board games. “Agent Mulder-”
“Just Mulder is fine.”
“Alright Mulder, at the risk of revealing my hand too early, I’ve been following your work for some time.” You began to peel at the edge of your beer bottle’s label with the nails you’d freshly painted a deep burgundy. “I’ve asked Walter to introduce us many times and he has always declined. Vehemently.”
“Vehemently.”
“I don’t know which of us he thinks will hurt the other more.”
“Am I in danger?” He smirked.
“Very much so.” You finished your beer with a final long swig.
“Refill?” You nodded, watching him the entire way as he approached the bar and leaned easily against the counter. As he waited, he plunged his hands into a shallow bowl of nuts, popping them into his mouth one-by-one. There was a woman down the counter from him, obviously staring at Mr tall, dark, and handsome but he never once looked her way. He nodded when the bartender slid the beers to him. When he returned, it seemed he’d overcome any nerves he might’ve been harboring.
“I’m sorry, I think we glazed over something back there. You follow my work?”
You nodded. “The things that get published, that is.”
There was a glint in his eye. “I didn’t think much of it did.”
“I may have also convinced my brother to share some things with me.” You lifted a finger to your lips, a silent shh.
��Any thoughts?” The blood being pumped from your heart was actually fire blazing through your veins. Fox Mulder was looking at you. He was looking at you like he could undress you with his eyes.
“If I tell you how brilliant I think you are, I won’t stand a chance with you.”
“I can’t fathom a reality in which that could be the case.” You shrugged and, when it was clear you wouldn’t say anything more, he continued. “What do you do?”
“I’m a writer. Science fiction.”
He threw his head back and let out one huge laugh. “You’re something.” It came out soft, like he meant it.
“Well, from one expert to another, I have a question:” He leaned in, resting his elbows on the table, and you did the same. “Which cryptid would you have sex with?”
Without a moment of hesitation, “Fresno Nightcrawler. You?”
“Mothman. Have you seen those dreamy eyes?”
You liked the way he looked at you—satisfied and challenged at the same time. Like you were a welcome surprise. Or a riddle. It was a great effort not to reach across the expanse between the two of you and brush your thumb against his chin. He was everything you’d hoped.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
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This is the first story I've written on here! The next one will probably be Indiana Jones, I hope you Enjoy! :) Word Count: 2.2k
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Fox Mulder x Female Reader Smut
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'This has to be the dumbest show you've ever watched' you thought to yourself as you were sitting on the couch in Mulder's apartment wearing your pyjama.
It was a Saturday evening and Fox unfortunately had to work all day so you decided to just stay in tonight and watch TV. You were eating some ice cream you found in his freezer to pass the time.
Suddenly you heard his keys enter the keyhole, you looked at your watch, 00:30AM. Fox opened the door to his apartment and walked in, he saw you sitting on the couch and welcomed you with a sweet smile.
"Hey you," he said as he put his briefcase on the table "I thought you'd be in bed."
"I thought I'd wait up for you." You said as you sat to face his direction. "You're late."
"I know." He said as he walked over to you, kicking off his shoes, taking off his jacket and untying his tie. "Officially I'm not even done yet but I really wanted to come home, knowing you'd be here."
He softly pecked your lips before he sat down next you, his legs slightly spread. He took off his tie completely and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his light blue blouse. You could see that he was exhausted, but he looked so good just sitting there.
"Hey isn't that my ice cream?" He said as he looked at the now empty container sitting on the coffee table.
"It was." You jokingly said as you moved closer to him. "I got bored waiting for you, I had to do something."
You moved to sit directly next to him, he looked down at you with a sweet smile before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and gave you a kiss on the top of your head.
“How was work?" You asked him while reaching over for the TV remote to turn down the volume.
"Way too hectic." He let out with a sigh, you noticed that he didn't really want to talk about it because he slightly closed his eyes in frustration. "Although I have to admit, maybe it was so hectic because I couldn't focus," He said as he looked you in the eyes. "Knowing you'd be here waiting for me."
His voice turned soft and gentle, you softly bit your bottom lip as you looked back at him. His beautiful eyes staring into yours before they moved down to your lips. His eyes scanned your face as his lips were slightly parted.
"Oh really?" You softly said as you placed your hand on his thigh, inching a bit closer.
"Mhm." He hummed as he moved a strand of hair out of your face, a slight smirk appearing on his lips as he felt your hand on the fabric of his trousers. "Just the thought of that beautiful face was enough to keep me from my work, I had other, more important things on my mind."
"Oh yeah," You said as you moved your face a bit closer to his. "Like what?" You teasingly asked.
"Oh come on y/n, you know exactly what I was thinking off. Just look at you, how could I not imagine myself fucking you senseless all day." He said as his head moved towards your neck, his lips leaving small and soft kisses.
You moved your head back a little as you hummed in satisfaction. Just the smell of his cologne was enough to make you weak.
"Why don't you show me what you were thinking off." You softly said as you had closed your eyes to feel every kiss that he put on your neck.
His kisses moved up your neck and towards your jaw line, he left a trail of soft gentle kisses as he put his right hand gently on the back of your neck. He put his forehead against yours as he looked into your eyes, his lips were awfully close to yours.
"I was waiting for you to say that." He said with a teasing smile on his lips before he pressed them against yours.
His left hand moved towards your lower back as he pulled you closer, leaving no space between the two of you as you put your hand on his chest. You slowly moved your hand up to cup his cheek as you kissed him harder, allowing his tongue to enter to your mouth.
He softly pushed you down onto the couch as he sat in between your legs, not breaking the kiss. His hands left your body as he went to unbutton his blouse completely and throw it to the side, revealing his toned chest.
Without any hesitation you pulled your top over your head and also threw it to the side. Looking up at him with a naughty smile on your face.
He bend down and kissed your neck again, his hands roaming around your body before they made their way to your back. He kept kissing your collarbone as he undid your bra. He slowly trailed his kisses down your chest onto your stomach.
He slid both of the bra straps off of your shoulder before he completely removed it, putting it to the side. He kept trailing his kisses down your stomach and down your belly button till he reached your pyjama pants.
He looked up at you as he firmly gripped your waist with his hands. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he left those soft kisses. In a reflex you spread your legs a bit further making him chuckle into your skin.
He pressed his two fingers against the fabric of your pyjama pants teasing your wet core. A small sigh left your lips as your head fell back slightly.
"What do you want me to do?" Fox teasingly said as he pressed a bit harder, looking up at you and taking in your reaction.
"Oh come on agent Mulder, you know exactly what I want you to do." You said as you looked back into his eyes, seeing the teasing smile play on his lips. He was enjoying every second of it.
His hands slid down your waist and he pulled down your pants immediately taking your underwear with it as well, leaving you completely naked on the couch.
He threw your clothes to the side before he took a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Your chest rising a bit faster than usually due to your excitement, your legs already slightly spread for him, your hair looked a bit messy and your lips were a bit swollen from the kissing. He loved seeing you like this, it was all he could ever think of.
He placed his big hands on your knees before trailing them down your inner thigh. You closed your eyes and rested your head back on the armrest, as you felt his hot breath against your skin.
His hands spread open your legs a bit more before he left an open mouthed kiss where you so desperately wanted him to. Your back slightly arched at the sudden feeling. You could feel him smile against your bare skin.
His tongue felt amazing inside you as he continued with his tongue, your hand moved down towards his head as you grabbed a hand full of his hair, softly tugging at it. A small groan left his mouth and vibrated against you as small moans left your now parted mouth.
His hands roamed around your body before he settled one hand on your lower back, moving it down and cupping your ass while softly squeezing it. His other hand held your hip in place as you felt his nails dig slightly into your soft skin.
You lifted up one of your legs, your foot tracing his clothed inner thigh. You felt his movements change as you did it, teasing him by inching closer every time you moved your foot.
"I know what you're doing." He groaned against the skin of your thigh as he kissed his way up to your knee.
He was sitting on his knees on the couch inbetween your legs as he grabbed your waist with two hands and pulled you against him, your hot core against the painfully large bulge in his trousers.
You gasped as you felt him against you, you immediately put both of your hands behind his neck and pulled him down so his lips could meet yours. Your tongue fighting his as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer against you.
You buried one of your hands into his beautiful hair while the other one moved down his muscled back, slightly digging your nails into his skin.
You decided to move both of your hands across his toned chest and make your way down his stomach towards his belt. You slowly started to grind against him as you started to unbuckle his trousers.
He chuckled into the kiss before he broke free, "You really can't wait, can you y/n?" He said in a lower voice than usual.
"Fucking hell Mulder can you blame me?" You said as you looked up at him, getting rid of his belt. "Look at you, just feeling how hard I made you could be enough to get me off."
"Oh yeah?" He said with a smirk on his face as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them down. "You're the only one that could ever make me this hard y/n, you drive me absolutely insane."
At this point his voice and looks alone would be enough to make your night, it was deeper than usual and had a slight grasp. His eyes were focused on yours, his toned chest had little drops of sweat on them, his hair was messy from your hand, his lips were plumped and slightly parted as he breathed out.
"Fuck me Mulder." You sighed as you looked at him, you couldn't help yourself anymore but luckily for you you didn't have to.
He put one of his hands next to your head to support himself, with the other hand he pumped himself before lining up with your entrance.
He put his forehead against yours as he looked into your eyes, watching your mouth fall open as he slowly pushed himself in, letting you adjust before he started moving again.
You cupped his face with your hands, not allowing him to move away and take his eyes off of yours. He held your hips in place with his one hand as a smile played his lips, scanning your face.
You moved your hands down and put them on his shoulders, supporting yourself as you dug your nails into his skin. Your head fell back as he pushed further into you, his lips immediately attacking your neck. Softly biting your skin and leaving small hickeys.
You wrapped your legs around his waist even tighter allowing him to fill you up completely. You felt him groan against your skin as small moans left your parted mouth.
His thick hair softly tickled your face as his hand that was holding your hip moved up by your waist towards your chest. He cupped your breast as he picked up his pace, his neck kisses getting sloppier. He rested his head in the crook of your neck as he sped up just a bit more.
His hand massaging your breast as you put one hand in his hair, softly tugging at it as your moans began to fill the room accompanied by his low groans as he felt you clenching around him.
His hand moved past your breast and slowly wrapped around your neck, pressing against the hickeys he previously left. He tightened his grip as his moves started to get sloppier.
He moved his face out of the crook of your neck and placed his forehead back against yours as he looked into your eyes with his slightly parted mouth as he breathed heavily.
"You feel so incredibly." He moaned as his eyes sometimes fell close due to his pleasure. "I can't take it anymore y/n."
Your back started to arch as Fox kept hitting that same spot, you tried to answer him but you couldn't control the sounds coming out of your mouth as you looked at his beautiful face.
You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as you grinded your hips against his. Your toes curling out of reflects as you grabbed a hand full of his hair, pulling his head back as his mouth fell open and his eyes shut close.
Your body clenched around him as you felt him twitching inside of you, moaning your name as his movements slowed down riding out both of your pleasures.
He rested his face on your chest once you let go off his hair, both out of breath as you softly rubbed his back and the nail marks you accidentally left on his shoulders.
"You have to wait on me more often." Fox joked as he pressed a sloppy kiss against your skin.
"If this is my reward I'll wait for you every single night." You said as you traced little circles on his back.
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a fellow skeptic. ( fox murder x reader )
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You had met on a case years before Scully became his partner. You were a bartender at a local bar in a small town he was investigating, and you had become his guide for the town during his investigation, his source of knowledge when no one else was willing to let an outsider see the secrets of the town.
What followed was a long-distance relationship that lasted a year until you moved to Washington, DC, to live with him. Six months later, you were married in a small ceremony, and three months later, he was assigned Scully as a partner. You often heard about her when he called during cases or when he returned home. Scully had driven him home since you had driven him to work, and he had invited her inside while he looked for a case file he had told her about. You heard the door open, and the two agents entered the townhouse, following the sweet aroma to the living room.
"Hi, honey, I'm home!" He called out playfully.
Scully looked around, surprised to see you walk out of the kitchen. Mulder smiled as he met you halfway, kissing you tenderly, placing his arm around your shoulders as he turned to his partner. "Y/N, meet Dana Scully. You'll love her; she's a skeptic just like you." He kissed your cheek before leaving the room to find the case file he had suggested Dana should read.
You approached the redhead, offering your hand. She noticed the wedding ring on your finger as she shook your hand. "Always thrilled to meet a fellow skeptic."
"I didn't know it was possible to be a skeptic, and being married to Mulder was compatible." She said.
"He makes life interesting."
He entered the room, case file in hand, a smile on his lips. "Y/N doesn't believe a single word I say." He held out the case file to Dana, who took it.
"Well, dear, sometimes you ramble like un loco." You patted his cheek as you walked into the kitchen, and Mulder chuckled.
"Perks of being married to a Latina, you learn when they call you names." He said.
Dana suppressed her smile as you started putting cutlery on the table. "And you always help me keep it creative." You replied.
Mulder looked at you with a smile until you placed a hand on your stomach, exhaling. "What's wrong?" He asked, walking over to you and placing a hand on your pregnant bump.
"She's kicking."
He guided you to a chair, holding your arm as you sat down. "I'll get dinner. You j-just sit."
You looked at Scully when she asked, "How far along are you?"
"Thirty weeks." You told her. "Won't be long now." You looked at Mulder as he plated dinner. "He was talking about taking a desk job but I told him not to. He's worried he'll be halfway across the country and something goes wrong." You offered her to join you for dinner, and she sat down, looking at Mulder when he placed plates on the table.
"Y/N always makes enough to feed an army." He told her, handing her a plate.
He put a hand on your shoulder, and you placed your hand over his hand, smiling up at him. "You always ask for seconds."
He squeezed your shoulder affectionately before taking a seat beside you. "For your cooking? Always."
You spent the night getting to know Scully better, and she learned more about you and your relationship with Mulder. As you said goodbye, you hugged her and whispered in her ear.
"He might drive you crazy. But for a skeptic, it's all part of the fun."
She pulled back with a smile, and Mulder put his arm around your shoulder while you both waved goodbye as she drove away.
"So what do you think?" He asked as you both headed inside.
"I like her."
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Deep In The Forest - Fox Mulder X Female Reader
Title: Deep In The Woods
Fox Mulder X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Scully, Skinner (Mentioned), Mr. and Mrs. Winston (OC) (Mentioned), Frank (OC) (Mentioned), and Reader's parents (Mentioned)
WC: 1,678
Warnings: Hunting mentioned, death mentioned, early-onset Alzheimer's mentioned, medicine mentioned, love at first sight?, slight flirting, slight angst, and fluff
Mulder leaned back in his chair, his feet kicked up on the desk before him as he fidgeted with a pen, when Scully entered the basement, pushing past the door with a file in her hand. Mulder's eyes lit up at the sight and he quickly dropped his feet back to the ground and sat straight. Scully gave him a small smile in greeting before handing him the file. Mulder flipped through the file, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he read it over.
'Bigfoot sighting in Washington State on Saturday 19th, 1979. The hunter, Mr. Fabian Winston, reported he saw a large furry animal that stood around seven to eight feet tall. His sighting lasted ten minutes and the creature disappeared just moments later. In other news, a young teen was found wandering the woods near where the Bigfoot had been sighted. Could these two instances be related?'
Interesting, Mulder thought, rubbing his face with a hand. He pursed his lips, flipping through some other documents and even a few photos before looking up at Scully, silently asking for her opinion. "I think it's a hoax." She answered, crossing her arms, "The hunter most likely saw a bear, and the girl probably just got lost in the woods."
Mulder pointed to the file, "Not a hoax. We're going."
Scully sighed, "I really think this one was just a bear, Mulder."
Mulder shut the file, shaking his head before standing, "Do you mind if I take the window seat?"
~~~
After they landed in Washington State and found a hotel, Mulder and Scully went straight to the residence of Mr. Fabian Winston. Pulling up in a black rental car, Mulder clutched the steering wheel as he drove over the bumpy pebble driveway, pulling up to a small house, with white shutters and a small barn beside it; a small cornfield behind the home. Parking, Mulder, and Scully got out, walked up the steps of the home, and knocked three times on the door. After waiting for a moment, an old woman opened the door, her gray hair put up in rollers, looking at Mulder and Scully skeptically.
"May I help you two?" She asked, before eyeing the two agents up and down, "You're not those insurance salesmen…" Her voice trailed off as recognition crossed her features, "…Are you?"
Mulder shook his head, "No, ma'am. I'm Agent Mulder, and this is my partner, Agent Scully. We work for the FBI." He explained and the woman furrowed her eyebrows.
"FBI? This ain't about my son, Frank, is it? I know he's had his run-ins with the law and such, but he's been clean for a couple of years." She asked and Mulder shook his head again, chuckling lightly.
"No, ma'am. We are here on the report your husband made back in the late 70s." At his words, Mrs. Winston sighed deeply, pushing the door open wider, as she frowned.
"My husband, Fabian, has been dead for a couple of years now." She spoke, looking down at the ground.
Scully's eyes widened, "Oh, ma'am, I am so sorry."
She told her quietly and Mrs. Winston nodded slowly. "Yeah, me too. He was a good man. About the report he made... About seeing Bigfoot. My husband has had early-onset Alzheimer's for a long time now. Usually, without his meds, he can see and even hear things." She leaned against the wooden door, her eyes tearing up slightly before she smiled fondly. "He kept telling me that Bigfoot spoke to him telepathically. Absurd, right?" She mused before she glanced at the agents. "I- If you excuse me..." She then shut the door.
Mulder was quick to his feet, making his way to the rental car, he hopped into the passenger seat as Scully got into the driver's seat. As Scully drove down the pebble road, she glanced at Mulder as he stuffed sunflower seeds into his mouth. "Mulder, the man had Alzheimer's." She began, "He couldn't have possibly seen a Sasquatch."
Mulder shook his head, not willing to give up yet, "No, Scully, I think the man saw Bigfoot." He replied, taking another bite out of the seeds as Scully looked over at him. "There are reports of sightings of giant creatures in these areas all the time." He tried to reason, only for Scully to sigh.
"What do you suggest we do then?" She questioned, turning to look out the front window as he chewed on another seed.
"We should talk to that girl who went missing. From the documents, it was noted that she was found not too far away from where Mr. Winston saw Bigfoot." He mumbled, taking out the file from his bag, and flipping it open, "It says here that she has been reported to currently live in Yakima."
Scully sighed, shifting in her seat slightly, "Well, this is going to be a long ride."
~~~
Double-checking the map, Scully pulled up to a medium-sized Victorian home, the lawn trimmed neatly, flowers growing in the flowerbeds. Walking up to the front door, Scully knocked, lifting the doorknocker's handle and tapping it on the wooden door. After a moment of waiting, they heard the patter of feet before the door opened, revealing a woman. Giving the two a smile, you raised an eyebrow. Mulder felt like his heart had stopped. You were beautiful, more so than any human he had ever seen. Mulder never felt this way before, he could hardly form coherent sentences in front of you.
You looked curiously at Mulder, "May I help you two?" You asked, placing a hand on your hip as Mulder gave you a smile.
"Yes, my name is Agent Fox Mulder and this is my partner, Agent Scully." He introduced, earning an odd glance from Scully. "We work for the FBI. Are you miss L/N?"
"Yes." You tilted your head to the side with a worried and confused frown, "FBI? Did I do anything wrong?"
Mulder shook his head, "No, miss, we just have a few questions for you."
Your eyes lit up as you nodded, "Oh! Come on in then. Make yourself at home."
Entering your home, you led them to the living room, "Do you need anything? Water? Juice?" You asked as the two agents sat down on the couch.
"Oh, no, thank you," Scully spoke quickly as Mulder just gave you a kind smile and a shake of his head.
"Alright," You let out a sigh, sitting down on the couch across from them, "You said you had questions, ask away!" You giggled, clasping your hands together in your lap, "I'm an open book."
Mulder nodded, licking his lips before speaking, "Can you tell us what happened on Saturday 19th, 1979?"
Your eyes widened in surprise, "On Saturday the 19th?" You repeated.
Mulder nodded, leaning forward, listening intently, "That's right." He couldn't help but fall into the abyss of your eyes. Your entire soul pulling him in as you bit your lip briefly.
Taking a deep breath, you looked down, picking at a loose thread in the hem of your shirt. "Wow," You sighed out with a nervous smile, looking up at the two agents, "I haven't thought about that day in a long time." They waited for you to continue, so you did, "I was... About fifteen years old, I believe. And you know teens, wanting to get away from the parents that just didn't understand you... Well, I thought I could just walk in the woods nearby." You let out an embarrassed laugh, "Well, I got lost. For a couple of hours. I thought I was going to be lost forever and get cold and die, but..." You paused, shaking your head as you frowned. "Well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Mulder gave you a small smile in return, "Try me." He encouraged you softly.
Looking at him with a grateful smile, you couldn't help but stare into his eyes, feeling the pull between the two of you. Taking a deep breath, you continued, "I heard this voice," You closed your eyes as you tried to remember, "But... They weren't speaking out loud like we are now... No, they were speaking in my head." You opened your eyes, staring down at your hands, "Before I knew it, I was in front of Bigfoot. And he helped me get out of the woods."
Sitting upright, Mulder and Scully exchanged a shocked, and yet skeptic, glance before turning their attention back to you. "You met Bigfoot, and he helped you find your way home?" Mulder asked and you sputtered another laugh, waving a hand.
"Yeah, I know it sounds crazy-"
Mulder shook his head, interrupting you, "No, no. I believe you."
You looked up at him with wide eyes, "You do?" You asked in disbelief. You couldn't believe someone else believed you. Not even the police back when you got lost believed you.
Mulder nodded, giving you a gentle grin as Scully cleared her throat, "Were you on any prescription during that time?" She asked curiously, ruining the moment.
You furrowed your eyebrows, "No. No, I wasn't. I wasn't on drugs or anything if that's what you're saying."
"I'm sorry about my partner, she's a skeptic." Mulder chuckled, standing up, "Anyway, thank you for answering our questions, miss L/N." He told you politely before motioning for Scully to follow suit. "Thank you for having us over." He thanked you again, as you quickly got up as well, leading the back to the front door. Wishing that Agent Mulder wasn't done with his questions. You liked his company.
Holding the door open for the two, you gave them a smile, "It's no problem, Agent Mulder. Happy to help with whatever you're doing."
Mulder gave you a grin, "Please, call me Fox," He spoke, before handing you a small business card, "Let me know if you remember any information, miss L/N."
You smirked slightly, finding his charm adorable as you took the card from his hand, your fingers just brushing his, "Please, Fox, call me Y/N."
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just wondering when we can expect your next work? i’m so excited for it!!🥹
Heyy! I've been a bit inattentive to my writing lately, BUT I'm finally on the right track! Here's a list of what to expect in the next while 🖤🖤🖤
*** I'll be updating this post with links as the fics come through! ***
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• Fixation (sherlock x reader)
*** Sherlock and Y/N have always teased each other relentlessly, claiming one was fixated on the other. One night while on a case, they realize that their banter holds a ring of truth. 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
• Deadlights (sherlock x reader)
Sherlock falls asleep on movie night, and has a vivid dream where he indulges in childhood fantasies and present-day love. *cough* Pirate!Sherlock *cough*. 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
• Hands of Gold (sherlock x reader)
*** Though he's known as a man of reason and cold logic, Sherlock secretly covets a life of art and romance. When a bookworm moves next door, he finds himself bewitched, both body and soul. 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
• Painted Faces (sherlock x reader)
*** Though Sherlock and Y/N have established a close relationship, both fear the consequences of commitment. When Molly Hooper flirts with Sherlock at St. Bart's charity ball, hearts are tested and promises are made. MASQUERADE FIC!!!! 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
• Thursday Thrill (sherlock x reader)
This fic is just Sherlock being totally chaotic. He comes home high off the thrill of case solving and proceeds to damage the flat, and drive Y/N insane (in the best way, of course). 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋
• Line without a Hook (sam x reader)
*** SONG FIC! Snapshots of Sam and Y/N's blooming relationship; from first meetings to hidden feelings. 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
• Castles in the Air (sam x reader)
When Y/N gets too invested in hunting, Sam is there to remind her that it's okay to take a break. A slow dance in a local bistro sets things straight. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭/𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
• Meeting and Dating Dean Winchester (dean x reader)
Headcanon! 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
• Midnight Song (castiel x reader)
After coming home from an impactful hunt, Y/N suffers a nightmare. Castiel hears her silent prayer and rushes in. Hidden feelings come to light. 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭/𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
• The Angel's Flight, ch 3 (castiel x reader)
Y/N comes home to the bunker and faces Dean for the first time since her exile. A phonecall with Castiel reminds her of everything she's lost, and everything she doubts she'll get back.
• Chevy to the Levy (tfw x reader)
Driving lessons with Sam, Dean, and Cas! What could possibly go wrong? 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
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• The Burning Wire (mulder x reader)
*** When Mulder arrests Alex Krycek, he sets the stage for a dangerous reprise. Y/N is now in the line of fire, and Mulder's enemies are determined to hurt her if it means breaking his morale. He must make a choice: let her go, or condemn her. 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
• Blue Arrow (mulder x reader)
After solving a high priority case, Y/N is celebrated by the bureau, and marked as a hero. Though she hasn't mentioned it, she owes her success to spooky Mulder and his X-files. She's captivated by the eccentric agent, and is delighted to see him at an FBI get-together. 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
• Visitation (mulder x reader)
While investigating an X-file, Fox Mulder begins stealing borrowing private documents from Agent Y/N. Punitive measures aren't exactly what he expected... 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
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° To all you sweet angels who sent in fic ideas, the finished requests are labeled under *** You're all so patient and awesome, I adore you! *give me a heads up if I missed your request!*
° I'm running low on mobile data, so I'll start posting daily on June 28th. There won't be any particular order- I'll just pick and choose :)
° THANKS SO MUCH FOR WAITING ON MY WRITING! Procrastination, my beloved...
° Requests are still open, as is my taglist!
° LAST THING! There are so many awesome anons that I've been in contact with, so I was thinking... Shoot me an Ask with an emoji you'd like to be associated with, that way I can keep track of your asks and ideas! I'll make a post listing out the claimed emojis and all that jazz :)
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Accidental Boyfriends | Fox Mulder x m!reader
@mulder-murder asked: "Look, my family thinks you're my boyfriend, so I kinda need you to... y'know, pretend you are" with fox mulder? :)
summary: Fox accidentally tells your family that you’re his boyfriend and he’s your boyfriend, which turns into something you almost can’t believe.
tws: swearing
word count: 957
A dull ache was starting to form in the lower back of Fox’s neck as he sat at his computer typing away and replying to emails, he didn’t even realise he had replied to an email from your family saying that he was your boyfriend until he had clicked send, and for more than a few moments, he sat in stunned silence; he reread the email that they had sent, something about meeting up at the zoo because they were in town, and he felt his stomach drop as his eyes went wide and a streak of blush flushed across his features.
“Oh, fuck…” he stole a look at you on the sofa behind him, listening to something with your earphones in, not even paying attention to him as you flicked through a battered and worn copy of ‘American Psycho’. He took a deep breath, and hoped that you wouldn’t notice and that nothing would come of it.
He ran a hand through his hair, and swallowed thickly, turning back to his computer with an audible gulp; he realised that he had fucked up - a lot, and he wasn’t sure how he could make amends for such a thing. Then again, the subject probably wouldn’t come up anyway, so he didn’t have to worry all that much, did he?
But then the day came, and as you greeted your family and their friends warmly, Fox stood off to the side, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked around and sighed heavily, not really knowing what to do with himself; but when you quickly pulled him aside, he gawked at you.
“Fox, listen,” you started, “look, my family thinks you’re my boyfriend, so I kinda need you to, y’know… pretend you are - I know it seems weird, but trust me, please?”
Fox nodded, thankful that he had not been caught out for his little accident earlier. “I can do that, (y/n)... do you want me to say that we’re Mister and Mister Mulder?”
You shook your head, running a hand down your face. “I appreciate it, but no… at least not yet. Just… act like we’re a couple, please?”
Wrapping his arm around the middle of your back, he flashed you a smile, and gestured for you to put your arm around his shoulders as he cleared his throat and lead you back to the little reunion.
“Trouble in paradise?” One of your cousins joked.
Fox shook his head, flashing a smile. “We were just talking about how disappointed we are that we can’t spend all day with you guys… right, (y/n)?”
You nodded, thankful that he could put on a good enough show. “Yeah, no, we, uh, we gotta get back home at about six.”
“Why six?” One of your siblings questioned.
You shrugged. “Y’know how it is, boyfriend of an FBI agent… Fox got work in the morning, and I usually get up with him.”
Fox nodded, holding you a little tighter against his body. He thought he was mistaken when you grabbed him a bit tighter, until he felt your hand slip into his back pocket, and he had to hide his grin. “He’s great with that, really, I’d always be late if it wasn’t for (y/n).”
You smiled up at him, and when he met your gaze, he knew exactly what that look was; it wasn’t one friend to another, it was more like the look that two lovers gave one another, and when he pressed his lips to yours, he tried not to smile at how you moaned so quietly against his lips. Nobody else heard it, but he knew he had, and he knew then, he knew that his earlier accident would be forgiven.
“You’re useless, that’s why,” you whispered. “But I love you.”
“I know,” Fox said. “I love you, too.”
Thankfully, the little reunion at the zoo was going smoothly, and while your younger family members were off at the playground with the older ones watching them, you and Fox managed to sneak away to the reptile house; it was quick and clumsy, but he had you pinned against the wall next to the anaconda enclosure, shrouded in darkness and thankfully with no one else around, he had his hands either side of your head as he kissed you harshly, letting you tug at the hair at the back of his head and hold the back of his neck as you begged for each kiss.
“Fuck, what are we doing?” You whined, looking into his eyes. “This… it’s supposed to be pretend.”
“It’s not, though,” he whimpered, shaking his head. “Is it?”
You pulled him in for another kiss, desperate and a little bit needy. “No… not anymore.”
“To tell the truth,” he started to speak between softer and quicker kisses, “it’s my fault that they thought we were a couple.”
You put your hands on his chest, furrowing your brows as you looked at him. “What do you mean?”
“I sent an email and accidentally told them you were my boyfriend,” he explained, “it was an accident.”
You sighed, but then you started to laugh as you gently tapped his chest. “I can’t believe you… and I can’t believe you did that, but… fuck it. It’s the truth now, innit?”
“I guess so,” he smiled, leaning in for another kiss, but you stopped him. “What?”
“We have to get back,” you told him softly. “They’ll be wanting to keep going round in a bit.”
Fox groaned, shaking his head. “Do we have to?”
“If you wanna kiss me again, yes,” you stated. “Or do you not wanna kiss your own boyfriend?”
“I hate you,” he grinned, taking your hand in his. “Come on, then.”
#mlem writes#fox mulder imagine#fox mulder x reader#fox mulder x you#fox mulder x yn#fox mulder x y/n#fox mulder#the x files fanfic#x files fanfic#the x files#x files
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Saving Grace S2 E2: Nowhere to Hide
S2 E2
Fox Mulder x Reader
Words: 2496
Summary: The reader and Alex’s investigation is interrupted by a familiar face. Something about this case isn’t right and the reader and Scully both know it.
Notes: Making my timeline is a little difficult, but I believe I’m using the years from the character Wiki pages so nobody come after me for inaccuracies haha. The timeline for this series is extensive. Also, sorry this is late, I honestly forgot yesterday was Monday.
More Mulder Imagines: HERE
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The map glared back at him with mocking lines and smeared red ink. Three shiny pins blinked and shined under the fluorescent light. Around him, the clutter of files and records and photos had turned his office into the den of a mad man. Well, at least more than it already was.
“Three missing scientists… one corrupt research institution…” He slammed his hand down on a blurry security photo with the subject just barely caught in the frame. “And Krycek.”
His musing turned to rambling, as they often did, and he paced around his office, trying to make it all connect. Somehow, he knew. If he followed the trail of Zimtech trying to clean up its mess, he would find you.
The door opened and his phone started to ring. Scully entered, her expression unreadable. She stared at the report in her hand with an intense perplexion. Before she could share her information, however, Mulder quickly answered his phone.
“Mulder.” His greeting held that desperate hope that only Scully recognized. As if every time he answered the phone, he expected it to be you. And, like each call in the past three months, she watched his demeanor fall. This time, however, whoever was on the other line piqued his interest. Mulder shot across his office, phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear, and jammed a new pin into the map on the wall.
“What is it?” Scully asked. He put a hand up and listened to the voice.
“And you’re sure the name is Greenwich?” He inhaled sharply. Scully just continued to watch in confusion. Mulder’s intense focus was something she’d grown used to, but this was different. He seemed almost hopeful.
He slammed the phone down on the receiver and looked at her with wide eyes. The fax machine beeped. Scully remembered the report in her hand.
���Mulder, there’s something I think you should-”
“Greenwich, Scully,” He exclaimed. “I’ve been having the Lone Gunman keep tabs on all of the missing person reports that connect back to Zimtech.” Mulder took the paper from the fax machine and pinned it next to the map. “Dr. Albert Greenwich- one of the lead scientists at Zimtech was reported missing by his wife under the alias of Marc Plum.”
He pointed at the side by side picture of Dr. Greenwich and the missing persons report for Plum. The same man- though Plum looked significantly more disheveled than the doctor in the Zimtech uniform- looked back at her. The connection to his excitement was still unclear.
“We’ve been tracking missing Zimtech employees for months,” she said, “what’s different about him?”
He started pacing again.’ “When we started investigating Zimtech, Y/N had an informant form the research department. She never told me much about him other than the name he gave her- Mr. Green.”
Scully nodded, understanding now. “And you think if you find her informant…”
“I find my wife.”
There was a long pause. Scully wanted to believe he was right, but the case in her hand kept coming back to her mind. She handed him the paper.
“Dr. Mira Lagosi was also one of the head researchers in Zimtech’s zoology department. She specialized in DNA and altering the genetic makeup of mammals.”
Mulder glanced over the paper with confusion. “What does this have to do with finding Y/N?”
Scully handed him another page. “Dr. Lagosi’s body was found in her apartment this morning. She appears to have been mauled to death. Due to the state of her body, the coroner is having difficulty with some of the details, but he put the time of death around three days ago.” She cleared her throat. “Apparently, there was a gas leak in the building so no one was there to notice the smell.”
Mulder looked over the case for a moment, but handed it back to her.
“Greenwich has been missing for only 36 hours, making him the more recent case. Y/N will be there.”
“I don’t think we can just toss this aside,” Scully said. “This is the first time we have a body to examine.”
“Which tells me that it probably wasn’t Zimtech.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “My best bet is to keep following the trail Y/N is leaving for me.”
“How do you know Y/N is the one leaving it?” She asked. “The only person you’ve connected anything to is Krycek.”
“She’s with him,” he said. His shoulders slumped slightly. “I know it.”
Scully hated seeing him like this. Desperate. Defeated. But something in her told her this case was the one.
“We can’t ignore this case,” she sighed.
Mulder nodded. “Then I’ll go to Nevada alone.”
“Mulder-”
“I’ll look into the Greenwich case while you find out what happened to Dr. Frankenstein.” His tone was final.
Scully didn’t see any other option. She tucked the file into her bag and started towards the door.
“I’ll call you if I find anything,” she said. She turned back towards him. “Be careful, Mulder.”
He simply looked away, staring at the pins in the map.
-
It didn’t make any sense. You’d tracked Lagosi’s every move since she’d become Professor Maggie King at the local college. Alex and you canvassed the whole damn town, playing the happy couple on vacation, and nothing was turning up. Three days was too long to stay in one place. If you don't find her soon… well you certainly weren’t looking forward to that phone call from Zimmer.
You waited in the car, listening to some crappy talk show while Alex stood at the payphone. He never told you who his informants were, but whoever it was certainly pissed him off. You absent-mindedly observed the world around you. People out on morning jogs, older couples grabbing breakfast at a diner, a young boy tossing out newspapers.
One paper landed close enough to the car that you could see the headline. Your heart leaped into your throat and you scrambled out of the car.
“What the hell?” You muttered.
“I thought I told you to-” Alex whined, but you thrust the paper at him before he could finish.
Police Investigate Death on 42nd Street.
“At least it explains why we haven’t found her,” you said. “Looks like something got to her first.”
“That isn’t possible.” He read the article in disbelief. “We would have heard about it. Zimtech would have heard about it.”
“Unless they set us up.” You said through gritted teeth. There was no way your lack of information was an accident.
Alex threw the paper to the ground. “Well, Mrs. Carter, looks like our job just got a little more complicated.”
You sneered. “Stop calling me that.”
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Blood stained altex fell into the trash. Scully turned off the light about the table and removed her goggles. The autopsy- of what was left of the body- revealed what she’d expected. Dr. Lagos was essentially ripped apart. Cause of death was blood loss, but several of her organs had also been removed. They appeared to have been clawed out of her chest cavity. By what, she had yet to determine. It almost seemed feline.
She finished gathering her things and made a mental note to call Mr. Y/L/N to check on Grace. She’d also need to call Mulder and tell him what she’d discovered so far and see if he’d found anything about Greenwich. The thought of calling Y/N entered her mind before she could stop it.
This was easier when you were here.
Dana shut the door and started down the hallway of the coroner’s office. Facts floated around in her mind, attempting to cling together to form theories. Nothing stuck. How could a predator like a cougar or lion have gotten into Lagosi’s locked apartment? Sure, the window was open, but she lived on the seventh floor. No such creature could have climbed the fire escape like that. Not unnoticed anyway. Mulder would probably suggest some kind of werewolf. She almost wished he was here to distract her with his crazy theories.
She’d need to go back to the crime scene to see if the local authorities had missed something. Plus, the drive across town would give her a little time to think. All of this meant something. It just didn’t make sense yet.
She didn’t know that someone had gotten there first.
“What the hell happened?” You grimaced at the gruesome scene before you. While the body was gone and investigators had already gone through everything, the blood stains on nearly every surface painted a clear enough picture.
Alex stepped over a shattered lamp. “That’s what we’re here to figure out. Time to break out all of that Academy training. You used to be Violent Crimes, right?” His tone made it sound more like a jab than genuine interest.
You ignored him. He seemed to think now was a good time to push you.
“Yeah…” He mused. “That’s how you met Mulder. The weirdo genius kid from BSU.”
You gritted your teeth. “How do you know that?”
He chuckled. “When are you going to get it through your head? I know everything.” He smirked at you, satisfied that he’d hit a nerve.
“Less talking. More looking.” You snapped. You had to fight to keep the memories from flooding your head. They were too painful now. But he knew that.
“I can see I’ve struck a nerve, Carter.” He still said the name with a smugness that made you want to punch him. Thankfully, he stopped there.
Christmas lights framed the doorway of the building. Scully noted the lack of police cars. Shouldn’t there be a team watching the crime scene? Her phone rang before she could finish the thought.
“Hello?”
“Scully, it’s me.” Mullder’s disappointed voice greeted. “I think you were right. There's no sign of Greenwich or what happened to him. No sign of Y/N.” She could hear him kick over something, probably a chair.
She took a deep breath. “I was about to call you. I think something seriously strange is going on here, Mulder.” She hit the elevator button, still observing the odd quietness around her.
“I’ll take the first flight to North Carolina.”
Dana sighed. Until she had any evidence that Y/N could be involved, there was no need to get his hopes up. Reaching the floor, she walked towards Dr. Lagossi’s apartment.
If Alex had still been making his snide remarks, you wouldn’t have heard the footsteps outside, accompanied by a voice that shot panic through your chest. You grabbed Alex by the lapel and shoved him into the closet. Unfortunately, the small space only fit one.
“What the hell?” He objected.
“I’ll handle this.” You slammed the door just as the front door opened.
“No. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Go home and spend it with your daughter.”
You could almost hear his voice on the other line. Scully closed the door behind her and looked up. She froze, eyes locking with yours.
“Mulder… I’ll call you back.”
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1992
You sat at your desk. Mulder sat at one of the tables looking through slides. You had a mountain of memos and taxes to go through before Blevins started breathing down your neck. A knock pulled you out of your work, but Mulder didn’t lose his focus.
“Sorry, nobody down here but the FBI’s most unwanted,” he said.
You rolled your eyes. “Fox.”
He looked at you the same way he always did when you called him by his first name. Annoyed, but affectionate all the same.
A woman you didn’t recognize entered tentatively. She had red hair, bright eyes, and curious air about her. Your desk was closer, so she approached you first.
“You must be Agent Y/L/N,” she said. She held out her hand to you with a kind smile. “Dana Scully. I’ve been assigned to work with you and Agent Mulder.”
“Isn’t it nice to be suddenly so highly regarded?” Mulder had turned around, his usual cynicism thick in his tone.
“Ignore him.” You stood, taking a little more effort with the weight of your eight-months pregnant belly. “If it were up to him, I’d be working as soon as I could stand after labor.”
“You make me sound so insensitive,” He said in mock offense. “I’m actually very interested to see what Blevins is concocting by sending Dr. Scully to us.” He stood, crossing his arms and leaving back on the table. “So, who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, Scully?”
“Actually I’m looking forward to working with you.” She turned back to you. “Both of you, once Agent Y/L/N gets back, of course.”
“Please,” You smiled, “call me Y/N. Unlike my partner, I’m not into the whole last name only thing.”
“Alright, Y/N.” From the look of her polite, yet intrigued smile, you could tell you were going to like her. “I’ve heard a lot about the two of you.”
“And I was under the impression you were sent to spy on us.” Fox snarked.
Mulder proceeded to be Mulder, but Scully didn’t seem deterred. Yes, you were definitely going to like her.
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You just stood there, frozen by her stare. Her expression morphed from shock to disbelief to confusion and back.
“Dana-” You started. She cut you off with a hug.
“I thought I’d never see you again.” She said. You could feel the tears welling in your eyes and hugged her back. For that short, perfect moment, it felt like you had a part of your life back. But then you remembered why you were here and who was with you. You pushed away.
“Dana, you can’t be here.”
“What?” She exclaimed. “Y/N, we’ve been looking for you for months. What are you doing here? Where have you been? What’s going on?”
“You have to leave. They probably already know you’re here. When they find out you saw me-”
“What are they making you do? Are you the one that’s been killing those people?” She stepped back.
“It’s…” You took a deep breath. “Complicated.” You put your hands on her shoulders. “I need you to go home. Keep yourself safe. Keep them safe.”
She shrugged your hands off. “Do you have any idea what this has done to him? He’s driving himself insane trying to find you. He goes home to a daughter who doesn’t understand why her mother isn’t coming home and he has to try and be both parents.”
“I’m doing this to keep them safe,” you cried.
She shook her head. “It’s time for you to go home. Y/N, please. We can-”
A flash and a thud stopped her. Scully fell to the floor. You rushed to help her, pulling her into her arms. Alex stood over her, having hit her with the butt of his gun.
“What the hell?” You exclaimed. He looked at you furiously.
“Nowhere to hide now.”
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A/N: Basically an excuse to write something fluffy and to write Scully x Mulder. Also, everything about religion comes from my own personal experience (changed a bit to fit the fic).
It had been quite a year. Starting college, finally finding a part-time job you liked, struggling to keep doing what you love and trying to not compromise your mental health in the midst of that. Now, it was finally Christmas. No more exams, no more end-of-semester parties, no more last-minute Christmas shopping. Just you, your mom, your dad, some turkey and mashed potatoes and the most beautiful Christmas tree.
Usually, on the night of the 24th, you would go to the midnight mass with your mom. You weren’t particularly religious, but you went anyway. Whether or not you believed in God and all that stuff didn’t really matter. It was more about spending time with your mom. The priest at your local church wasn’t half bad either. More open-minded than most even. Every year he would say something that actually touched you. Last year, it was about keeping in your prayers LGBT youths that get kicked out of their home and have to spend Christmas sometimes all alone. He even reminded people that they were accepting clothes, food and money to give to organizations that were helping them. It wasn’t a big part of the mass, but it was still a nice touch in your opinion.
But this year was different. You had worked all day, dealing with stressed-out customers, and couldn’t conceive staying up until midnight without taking a nap.
“I’m sorry, mom,” you said, “I’m just exhausted…”
“It’s okay, sweetie,” she said, kissing the top of your head, “but you actually get some rest alright?”
“Yeah, don’t worry.”
“I’ll go with you,” said your dad, coming from the kitchen.
“Fox, you don’t have to,” said Dana.
“No, I want to,” he said, pulling her closer to him, “Y/N, you’re fine with that?”
You were going to sleep anyway, what did it matter.
“Yeah! You two have fun.”
As you were settling on the couch, finding pillows and the fluffiest blanket, they got ready to go out.
“Make sure the turkey doesn’t burn down the house,” called your dad as they stepped outside.
“Sure,” you mumbled, already half asleep.
After that, you fell asleep quite quickly. Not even the twinkling Christmas tree standing right in front of you could keep you awake.
You didn’t know how long you slept like that. When you woke up, you could smell the turkey was none ready. Well, all of dinner was ready as you could now smell the pie cooking in the oven. The tree was twinkling even brighter than before as the lights had been dimmed and slow music was playing. You looked away from the tree to try and find where the music was coming from when you saw them, your parents.
Your dad had wrapped his arms around your mom’s shoulder. One of his hands was resting on top of her shoulder as if it was holding her head but had gotten tired. His cheek was ever so lightly resting on the left side of her head. Even if he was well taller than her, it didn’t feel like he was towering over her. It was more as if his body was protecting her from the outside world.
Your mom had rested her head on your dad’s right shoulder. As they turned and she faced you, you saw that her eyes were closed. Her arms were wrapped around him, going back up until they almost touched his shoulder. She wasn’t exactly gripping onto him but it was clear she was going to let go.
There was something about this, about them, they made you feel so safe, even if you weren’t part of it. The way the Christmas lights were lighting them from behind, the music almost too soft to be heard, and the way they were holding each other like nothing else mattered made you feel calm and anchored after all you’d been through.
You lifted yourself up on the couch, sitting, trying to make as less noise as possible. As they turned again, you caught your dad looking at you. He smiled and winked. You just smiled in return. This was their moment. Just watching was enough and you didn’t want to interrupt it.
They kept on dancing and once again, your dad was facing you. This time, he mouthed for you to come join them. You shook your head and mouthed ‘I’m fine’ in return. He rolls his eyes, but soon enough, he’s out of sight again.
He never sped up the dance yet the third time he came to face you seemed to be there faster. Once again he asked you to come join them. You refused as he gestured for you to come. You wrapped your arms around your knees bringing them closer to your chest, making it clear that you were going to stay seated on the couch. But as your dad turned away, you caught the eyes of your mom. She smiled at you fondly before closing them again and burying her face in your dad’s shoulder.
And for the fourth time, your dad faced you.
“Come on Y/N,” he said, gesturing once more for you to come.
This time, you got up. He opened his left arm, letting you snuggle right next to your mom. As you joined their dance, he hugged the both of you tighter. Just as you were about to complain, your mom freed her arm and wrapped it around your waist. She kissed the side of your head. You giggled as she did so.
“Merry Christmas,” she said.
“Merry Christmas,” you answered, letting your head rest on your dad’s chest.
Your dad kissed the top of your head, mumbling something you couldn’t understand. He did the same with your mom, lingering there for just a bit longer.
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A/N: I think the ending is a bit weird but I do like this! It kinda made me miss the X Files. Also can we talk about this GIF ?!?!! DAMN
Request: Fox x Reader where they have to fake being a couple for some reason? Maybe like that one episode where him and Scully have to fake being a couple? - Anon
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"Excuse me." You looked the Fox dead in the eye, everyone else was quiet around you.
Skinner gently clear his throat before speaking "Y/L/N, you don't have to do this but it'd be really beneficial if you did."
You pondered it for a second. It would only be two days, two days of pretending to be Mulder's wife at a couples weekend retreat where people were returning with memory loss and burn like markings on their arms. Scully was already known by the retreat as she visited to try and speak to someone but had no luck, which meant that it had to be you and Mulder.
"Alright." You turned towards Skinner "but you all owe me."
"Am I really that bad?" Mulder teased.
"I don't think you want us answering that." Scully piped up.
"Yes, yes you are." Skinner deadpanned which had everyone letting out a brief laugh "Alright, get out of here. Bring us back something good."
Your car pulled up outside of the retreat. It was beautiful, you couldn't deny that. Opening the door Mulder and you were greeted by the owners, Mr and Mrs O'Donell who immediately welcomed you and asked if you had a reservation.
"Mr and Mrs Brent." You held out your hand to shake the owner's. The two of you had been given fake I.Ds for a Mr Scott Brent and Mrs Lucy Brent.
"We've heard so much about this place. I'm sorry we're late we hit a lot of traffic" Mulder added offering his own hand.
"We've been expecting you" Mrs O'Donell said kindly. "We do however, keep a strict schedule that we expect everyone to stick to, no exceptions."
"I thought this was supposed to be a relaxing retreat." Mulder attempted to joke.
"We understand" you chipped in and gave Mulder a nudge.
The older man gave the two of you a suspicious look and Mulder wrapped his arm around you bringing you into his side. All you could do was smile and look up to the man.
It must have been convincing enough because Mr O'Donell looked away and Mrs O'Donell smiled. She began to walk towards the entrance, her husband in step beside her. Mulder removed his arm from around you and offered you his hand. Taking it the two of you walked hand in hand into the building.
"Lovely place you have" you spoke as you admired the tall ceilings adorned with flowers and vines where they connected to the walls.
"Thank you" Mrs O'Donnell replied as she and her husband moved behind what you could only assume was the reception desk.
"Could we see some form of identification please" Mr O'Donell said roughly as his wife pulled out a book and a file which she quickly labelled 'Brent, S.L'
Mulder quickly pulled out the IDs you'd been given and you watched as they inspected them and scribbled down notes.
“Dinner will be in an hour on the dot, followed by introductions and a sample of what’s to come tomorrow.”
“We’ll be there.” you replied as Mulder looked around the room. Mrs O’Donell gave you a polite nod before disappearing and closing the door behind her.
“It’s a lot smaller than I thought it’d be.” you had to admit the man was right. There was a double bed, wardrobe and small desk with a TV on a dresser, barely enough room for the two of you to move around. The bathroom connected to the room was very much the same. Definitely a step down in quality compared to the rest of the resort.
“I suppose they don’t imagine us staying in here all that much so have made the rooms to reflect that and force us to join the activities.” you took a seat on the edge of the bed as you spoke, watching as Mulder switched on the TV and tried navigating some channels but was met with static and no service on most of them.
“Looks like we’re spoilt for choice.” the man spoke light heartedly as he turned the TV off and flopped onto the bed. Lying down he looked at the ceiling as you awkwardly looked around the room. He noticed this and turned his head towards you “Relax Y/N, we’ll be fine.”
“I know. Something feels really off about this place though. Almost sinister and we haven’t even been here an hour yet.”
The man patted the bed beside him and you relaxed a bit, reclining back so your back was against the headboard in a more relaxed position as Mulder scrambled to mirror you on the other side of the bed.
“We’ll do some proper exploring after dinner if they allow and if they don’t, we’ll find a way to explore anyway. The quicker we find stuff out the sooner we might be able to get home” he said nonchalantly.
You smiled “I suppose. Unless we actually really enjoy ourselves.”
“In a place where people have been losing their memory and get mysterious burns? How could we not enjoy ourselves.”
You laughed a little at his words. The two of you had always got on well, hell you couldn’t think a time where you hadn’t got along, your reaction to having the fake be Mulder’s wife had been a little over dramatic but you loved Mulder as a friend and didn’t want to jepordise that at all because you knew, if you had to act like his wife you might actually develop feelings for him and then after that? There was no way back.
“We should probably get ready for dinner.” his words brought you out of your thoughts. He pushed himself up off the bed. “I’ll get changed in the bathroom you can get changed out here.”
The meal and introductions were weird. Everyone else had been here much longer than you had and were planning on staying. One noticeable thing was that the longer they’d been here the less light they seemed to have behind their eyes. But everyone was still aware of their surroundings and very much ‘there’.
You noticed only a few of couples, the ones who were leaving soon, but not necessarily the ones who’d been here the longest, with the markings on them, but they seemed to be trying to hide them.
Introductions and dinner over, the O’Donells offered everyone some tea. “For our new guests today, the tea is drunk all throughout the retreat. It revitalises the body and mind and relaxes you to allow a full enjoyment of what we have to offer.”
You gave Mulder an unsure look, and watched as the O’Donells watched the two of you. You were both on the same page, you did not want to drink the tea.
“They’re watching us” you whispered under your breath.
The man nodded and smiled, pretending you’d just told him a joke. “Just take a sip and we’ll dump the rest.”
You did as instructed. Taking a sip of the tea and keeping the rest in your cup. Mulder stood and emptied his as he was talking to other people.
Mrs O’Donell approached you and asked why you hadn’t drunk the whole thing.
“I like to have a drink just before bed and I’m getting tired. I thought I’d keep it until just before bed if that’s ok with you?”
The woman thought it over for a second “I suppose so. But you must drink it, my dear. If you don’t you might risk losing your place here.”
You nodded “I’ll be sure to. I don’t want to miss out.” you gave her a sweet smile and she weaved through the crowd, talking to people as she passed.
Mulder was soon with you again. Taking your hand he gave it a squeeze and was soon guiding you back to your room. You could tell he had something to say.
“The other guests are totally brainwashed,” he whispered as he tried to find the room key.
“I have it.” you pulled out the key and unlocked the door “You let me lock up.” opening it slowly you tried to see if the string was still on the inside of the lock. An old trick you’d learnt to do when you weren’t sure of the security in a building. Noticing the string was on the floor, several feet away from the door you knew instantly someone had been in the room.
Your eyes went wide as you stepped inside. Dragging Mulder inside you closed the door and placed a finger to your lips a sign for him to stay quiet as you pointed at the string on the floor.
Confused he watched as you paced the room, looking at every surface and under them. When you found what you were looking for you gestured for Mulder to come and look. A bug, your room had been bugged while you were at dinner.
Dragging him into the bathroom you looked around before turning the shower on to hopefully cover up some noise.
“I knew it. I absolutely knew it.” you ran a hand over your hair.
“I guess we weren’t convincing enough earlier.” the man tried to joked but realised as soon as he’d said it that now wasn’t the right time.
You paced the tiny bathroom “We’ll have to act like a proper couple everywhere but in here and only ever with the shower on.”
The man agreed and noticed you were clutching your tea cup “Why do you still have that.”
You looked down at it. “I thought we could send a sample back to Scully, see what she can find out. Its definitely the tea.”
“And if the tea has something to do with it. Do you think the food does too? The potatoes tasted a little funny.”
You sighed “Probably. I guess we eat and drink as little as possible. It’s going to be tough but I’d rather not end up like the others.”
He nodded in agreement. “How’re you going to get that back to Scully.”
“I brought some vials with us. Hopefully they’ll let me run to the town to post it tomorrow morning.”
“And you could sneak us in some snacks.”
You laughed “Great thinking.” you relaxed slightly and placed the cup on the shelf above the sink. “You ready to go back in there and be Lucy and Scott Brent?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” the man winked.
You couldn’t help the wide smile that appeared on your face as you turned away to turn off the shower. Mulder smiled as well as he opened the bathroom door and entered the main bedroom.
Grabbing your things you quickly bottled up a sample for Scully and changed into your pyjamas in the bathroom while Mulder changed. Sorting out your bag you noticed Mulder was already under the covers.
He could see you hesitating to get into bed “Come here Sweetheart.” he said gently, opening his arms to you as his eyes softened.
You got into the bed carefully and let him put his arm over your shoulders. “Today was fun don’t you think? Everyone seems lovely and that tea was ok, I could get used to it.” you spoke, knowing you needed to play up to the listening devices.
Mulder laughed softly and you could hear the rumble from his chest. “I wasn’t a huge fan but if it’s going to make this weekend better I’ll drink all the tea you want me to.”
The man cuddled you to his side more and you instinctively leant into his warmth. You sat like this for a couple of minutes. The man rubbing his hand up and down your arm before he placed a very light kiss to the top of your head which took you by surprise but you couldn’t say it wasn’t welcomed.
“We should go to sleep. Early start tomorrow.”
You nodded in agreeance and moved down the bed so you were comfortable and the man did the same, the two of you not touching once you’d settled.
You were the first to fall asleep. Mulder could only assume from the way your breathing evened out. He struggled falling asleep to begin with, listening out for any noises in the corridor but before long he’d fallen asleep as well.
In the morning you were woken up by the sound of the alarm clock and you could feel the weight of Mulder’s arm over you. Smiling you moved your hand to his after shutting off the alarm clock. “Morning,” he mumbled.
Turning around to face him you mumbled your good morning’s as well. The two of you felt as if you’d done this one thousand times before.
After a second the man sat up and rubbed his eyes. It took you longer to sit up but you got straight out of bed and dashed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
“What’s the rush?” he joked as he was pulling on a sweater as you emerged.
“I want to go send this quickly before our morning activity starts.”
“I’ll walk you down to reception. I’ll stay here and enjoy some breakfast.”
The two of you left the room and the man offered you his hand, once again you slipped yours into his and the two of you headed down to the reception area.
Surprisingly you were allowed to leave the premises but only after a grilling from the owners.
Mulder stayed behind on his own, realising the two of you hadn’t done any exploring the night before he began to poke around. What he saw he wished he’d never set eyes upon.
Tanks filled with eels. They didn’t look like a typical eel though, these were bright green with purple spots. He could only assume that these were either producing whatever was in the tea or caused the sting.
Upon further inspection he found pumps, pumps leading the water away and meeting the main water pumps and running alongside, further confirming his suspicion about the tea.
The man took a nearby sledgehammer and smashed through some of the pipes and made his way back up to the lobby.
As soon as you got back he wrapped you up in his arms and hugged you impossibly close for a moment before whispering “I’ve found some stuff. Definitely in the tea.” in your ear.
“Although this is a couple’s retreat we suggest that guests do not show public displays of affection as some of our couples are having hard times in their relationships.” Mrs O’Donell’s voice startled you slightly.
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
The woman frowned “The first activity is in fifteen minutes.” with her words she walked away.
Mulder began to take large strides back in the direction of your room and you were quick on his heels. Once inside the room he practically pushed you into the bathroom and shoved on the shower.
Closing the door as he did so you turned towards him “What did you find?”
“Eels, huge tanks of them in the basement. They were neon green with purple spots, they had pipes from the tanks running up to the water pipes and then alongside them. I’m pretty sure they’re using the water in the tea and the eels are possibly causing the burns.” he rushed out.
“that's it, it has to be it. We should get out of here."
"Definitely, I may or may not have smashed some pipes."
"What?"
"Grab your things." He turned off the shower and you did as instructed. The man guided you out of the room once you'd grabbed your bag.
Footsteps coming down the corridor had you both freaking out slightly. The man grabbed your wrist gently and hurried you along the corridor, the both of you practically breaking out into a run.
The two of you were sprinting to the car. Slipping into it you chucked your things onto the back seats as Mulder started the ignition and sped away.
Stopping in the nearby town you ran into the sheriff's office and called Scully while you sent the officers to go and arrest the O'Donells.
Eventually, it was quiet. You and Mulder were sat together waiting.
"You did some good work back there." You complimented the man "I don't know if I could have done another night"
"We make a good team Y/N" He shifted "Was being fake married to me all that bad?"
You shook your head "it wasn't awful" you admitted "I could think of worse people."
"Like Skinner?"
"Over my dead body."
"Good. Because I quite liked it as well. How about we grab dinner once this one is put to bed?"
"Sure." You smiled and the man locked eyes with you and they sparkled in a way they hadn't done before but the moment was soon broken by Scully walking through the door
"Modified eels! You have to be kidding me."
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