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Can I request Dana x reader where they’re exes and enemies and it’s raining and reader finds Dana and give her her coat and then they kiss and can reader be taller please

I love this request so much! This is my last big week for my summer courses, so I won’t have this complete for another week or so, but it shall be done! Stay tuned everyone. I’m really excited to work on some enemies-to-lovers Scully x Reader. <3

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For Each Other

Request: I am SO psyched to find an X Files blog!!! 😘 Could you do one where reader always calls him Mulder because she heard he didn't like his name, but then months after they met he asks her to call him Fox, cause he liiiikes her?

Summary: You’ve always called Fox Mulder by his last name, but things are about to change...

Pairing: Fox Mulder x Reader

Warnings: this is hella fluffy

Word Count: 946

A/N: Anon, thank you for this request -- it was such fun to write! Who else gets overwhelmed whenever they see Mulder in his glasses or a turtleneck?? I don’t know about you, but this gif is making it hard to breathe oml. Anyhow, enjoy! x

Mulder never told you not to use his first name; you just always knew that he didn’t like it, so he never had the need to tell you in the first place. You had the fortune of making the mistake of referring to him as “Fox” once or twice while talking with your coworkers, and then with Skinner, prior to meeting the agent himself, so that habit was quickly put out.

Perhaps Mulder was surprised when he realized he wasn’t going to have to explain that he preferred his last name over his first to you, unlike everyone else he had  had the chance to meet. You couldn’t be sure -- you were too nervous in the first couple weeks working alongside him and his partner (now your partner as well), Dana Scully. With her, you comfortably referred to each other by your first names.

But several months had passed since being assigned to work alongside Agents Mulder and Scully and, of course, aliens and demons and other paranormal life forms aside, you had fallen into a routine and developed a strong rapport -- a friendship, even -- with your fellow agents.

That being said, you couldn’t deny the growing colony of butterflies that had taken residence in your stomach since you began working on the X Files, and it didn’t take a lot of guesswork to trace that growth back to a certain dark-haired, stormy-eyed agent with a smirk that made your heart race and a wit that made your tongue tie in knots, who sometimes wore wire-rimmed glasses or turtlenecks, both of which made you swoon a little each time to see.

But you were very professional about these feelings of yours, of course. You couldn’t let your silly little work-crush get in the way of work-work. Besides, there was no way the agent of your eye reciprocated any of your feelings, right?

“Morning, Y/l/n,” Mulder’s voice rang from his office as you walked down the hallway. You rolled your eyes, making the rest of your way down the hall, and stopped in the doorway, arms crossed, brow raised.

“How did you know it was me?” You asked.

“You have a much softer step than Scully,” he shrugged. He was leaning as far back in his chair as he could go, a no. 2 pencil poised between his two index fingers. His sleeves were rolled up past his elbows, and you made an effort not to look too much or too long at his arms. Instead, you strolled into his office and moved to pick up the file sitting on his desk, but Mulder dropped the pencil in his lap and snatched the file before you could touch it.

“Hey!”

“It’s a surprise,” Mulder replied, wearing his signature cheeky grin as he waved the file out of your reach.

“Mulder!”

“Actually,” his tone now entirely different. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, deliberating over his next words. You took this moment of contemplation to your advantage and leaned across the desk to grab the file. Mulder, however, was still too quick and jumped out of his chair and his reverie, moving further out of your reach.

“No, no, no, no,” Mulder said, setting the file on the cabinet behind him. He slowly and deliberately walked around his desk so that he was standing without anything between the two of you.

“That actually reminds me… there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about, Y/n,” he said softly, searching your eyes for something. He took a step forward, and your eyes widened at the sudden close proximity. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, and you flushed slightly, despite yourself. Mulder noticed this, as well as your suddenly shifty gaze, and took this as a positive sign. He took your hand, and when he spoke next, his voice was much softer and much deeper than before.

“Y/n, you’ve called me Mulder since we met; I never had to ask you to avoid my first name. But, I’m finding more and more that you’re the one person I wish would call me by that name. I like you, Y/n. I really, really do. And I don’t usually let myself get so carried away by these kinds of feelings, because they’re always so transient, or, at least, in the past they’ve always seemed so transient. But you’re different, and-- I-- well-- if you let me kiss you, will you also call me Fox?”

You were speechless, and your heart hammered in your chest. Again, Mulder -- Fox -- searched your eyes for something, but you were so caught up in the shock of everything to give him the sign he was looking for. Fox laughed nervously, shook his head, and began taking a few steps back.

“Sorry, Y/n, I should’ve--”

But you snapped out of your stupor right then, realizing you were no longer standing toe-to-toe and his hold on your hand was slackening. “Get back here, Fox,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him back. His face immediately brightened upon realizing that you, indeed, shared his feelings. You laughed lightly at his burst of happiness. Fox pulled you closer, arms encircled around your waist, and you snaked your hands across his shoulders and around his neck. The two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, overwhelmed and a little dazed, unsure of whether any of this was really real. But it was, and you knew it was as soon as you felt his lips on yours. Fox’s touch was all you needed -- and your touch, all he needed -- to know that, yes, this was real, and, yes, you were each other’s.

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Imagine being a prime suspect and Scully can’t help but start to fall for you, despite herself.

“Are you really going to not answer any of our questions?” The tall, dark-haired agent, Mulder, asks exasperatedly.

You smirk, not quite done playing games. 

“if you asked better questions, perhaps I’d be a little more compliant,” you say, biting your lip and tossing a glance Scully’s way. She’s been quiet throughout this interrogation, but has kept you pinned under a stern gaze, which you have to admit you quite like.

Mulder sighs and tosses the case file down on the desk, rising from his seat to leave. When he realizes Scully has no plans of following, he makes no effort to hide his surprise.

“Scully, she’s obviously not ready to talk; let’s go,” he says. Scully’s eyes don’t leave yours as she shakes her head.

“You go ahead,” she says, uncrossing her arms and slowly reopening the file. “I have a few questions for Y/n.”

Mulder pauses, unsure what to make of the situation, but ultimately leaves Scully behind with you in the interrogation room.

You smirk again.

“So, Agent Scully,” you say, leaning forward over the table. “What makes you think you’re more capable than your partner to make me talk?”

“You’re about to find out.”

~

Oop, I think I made Scully sliiiiightly OOC. But maybe this isn’t too out there; you could say she’s masking her growing feelings behind her already intense personality. Nonetheless, the tension here is PALPABLE.

Anywho, thanks for the sudden burst of love recently! Feel free to shoot some requests my way. <3

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Imagine joining Mulder and Scully on your very first X Files case and Scully sympathizing with your incredulity.

“Woah, woah, woah,” You say as Mulder saunters deeper into the woods. “This is ridiculous. Giant demon spiders?!”

Mulder ignores you, but Dana turns around, giving a small shrug that read, “You never really get used to it.” She jogs off after Mulder, and you follow, muttering, “Where the hell are we, Hogwarts? Giant spiders, my ass.”

Oh, but if only you knew that this was just the beginning.

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Imagine Mulder being there for you during a difficult period in your life.

“I don’t know,” you say, quickly wiping your eyes. You didn’t want Mulder to see you cry. “I just feel so alone.”

“But I’m here,” Mulder says quietly, meaningfully. You could see the pain he felt for you written in his features. “And I always will be here.”

“Oh, Mulder,” you reply, now unable to stop the tears. He pulls you into a tight hug, and, for the first time in a long while, you feel a little less lost, a little less alone.

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What this is so damn cute holy moly

Rain Puddles and Warm Coffee | Fox Mulder

Summary: Fox Mulder didn’t expect to find love in a café when he was trying to escape the rain, nor did he expect to fall head over heels so damn quickly. 

A/N: I hardly write coffee shop tropes and this is also my first time writing for Fox Mulder and The X-Files, so I’m honestly super unsure about this piece, but still love it at the same time. Enjoy!

When Fox Mulder entered your life, you didn’t expect it to turn upside down in a matter of days, nor did you expect him to turn it into a life of chaos a few months later. But, even though you honestly couldn’t recognise the life you now lived or the person you now were, you knew that letting the young FBI agent into your world was the best thing you had ever done.

He walked into your life on a Monday morning, or more literally, walked into the café you worked at on a dreary day where no sun shone through the dark and stormy clouds. The café was quiet, nearly empty except for you and one or two other customers seated on the high back chairs in the far corner of the room, chatting away as they sipped their coffees. You were just standing behind the counter, trying to tidy up before the next wave of customers came for their lunch time coffee pick me up, but you looked up when you heard the door close and a ruffle of an overcoat.

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Stranger Encounters.

Request: i saw you were doing x files and it makes me so happy that someone else is watching it!! i’m obsessed with your writing and i would love to request something for mulder, maybe like the reader is scullys sister and she comes to visit and she’s super into ufos and stuff and he just falls head over heels for her??

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

The last thing Mulder expected to find in his office was a stranger. Or really, anyone other then himself and Scully.

He’d assumed that the shuffling and other strange noises he’d heard had been Scully. Because who else would it have been?

However, you’re most certainly not Scully (even if there is an odd likeness) and he’s sure he’s never seen you before so he knows you’re not an agent. That and the fact that your clothes are just a little too casual for an agent on the job. And you seem far too interested in the many pictures and pieces of papers tacked all around his office — Spooky Mulder’s office — to just be some random coworker he’s never had the pleasure of meeting before.

He halts by the door, this strange sense of discomfort flooding him which he’s not sure he’s really ever felt when walking into his own office. Not to mention the tightening of his chest because this woman he’s never seen is incredibly interested in his work that anyone else would’ve just scoffed at or ignored.

So, it’s pretty obvious to say his interest in certainly peeked by you.

“Can I help you?”

You, up until this point, had failed to notice the presence of another. The second Mulder speaks you jump, quite violently he might had that he even feels a little guilty for scaring you so, as you spin round to face the sudden voice. You seem to ease at the sight of him, though Mulders not sure why, as you press a hand against your chest, letting out a puff of air that blows a loose strand of hair out of your face.

“You must be Special Agent Mulder,” you greet with a breath of air, causing Mulders brows to furrow in confusion at the familiarity he can’t respond to.

You step forward then, hand held out towards yourself with a soft smile. “I’m Y/N Scully,” you greet gently, watching as his eyes flicker with realization. “Dana’s sister.” (That explained the likeness). “She escorted me down here but ran out to get some lunch.”

“Oh.” Well, now he feels like a bit of a fool. “I... she didn’t tell me you were visiting today. Or that anyone was.”

You smile apologetically. “It must of slipped her mind,” you shrug, “nonetheless it is nice to meet you, Mulder.”

Mulder nods, finding himself distracted (and maybe even a little flustered) watching as you turn, trying to ease the silence as you gesture to his work around him.

“Is all of this yours?”

“Yeah,” Mulder hums, the words slightly raspy. “Yeah, it is.”

“It’s just absolutely amazing,” you hush and Mulder was sure, up until then, that there was no possible way he could be any more surprised. But you certainly prove him wrong when you say the words and then turn to him with the brightest smile he’s sure he’s ever seen upon someone.

“I mean,” you breathe, moving towards a photo of a UFO, the tips of your fingers softly ghosting across the picture. “I’ve always been fascinated by this sort of stuff, the paranormal,” your eyes twinkle as you send him a look. “And when my sister said she was assigned to these sort of cases, I practically begged her to show me around.”

Mulders lips part somewhere in the middle of your rambling. He finds himself stunned at the sight of someone else so interested in the paranormal like he is, especially one that’s the sibling of his very own partner — whom while he cares for, is by far the most skeptical woman he’s ever met.

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you flush, stepping back with warm cheeks. “I just couldn’t help but look a little. It’s just all so fascinating.”

Your words cause Mulder to blink and with a shake of his head, he finally finds it within himself to step completely into his office. “No, no, it’s fine,” he assures with a nod of his head, falling next to you. “I’m just... I’ve never met someone so intrigued by this sort of thing before. Other then myself of course.”

“That’s because you’re partners with me sister,” you tease lightly, rolling your eyes. The sight and comment brings a soft grin to Mulders lips as he lets out a soft chuckle. “She’s probably the worlds top skeptic,” you snort, “but honestly, it’s all just so... fascinating. I wish I understood it all better. Like you seem to.”

“I could... I could show you,” Mulder offers quietly, finding himself oddly nervous. He seems to miss the way your eyes sparkly at the offer, too beside himself. “If-If you’d like of course.”

“No! I’d love to!” You’d exclaim, hand instinctively falling on his own. Mulders eyes flicker down to your hands the minute you squeeze his own, breath halting for a moment as he feels a wave of butterflies flood through him.

Mulders cheeks flush lightly but you seem all to oblivious as you smile brightly at him. “I promise I’d spend the day with my sister, but, if you’d like, I’d love to meet up for coffee or something? Talk a bit more?”

Mulder blinks, eyes flickering to your own as he tries to ignore the nerves seemingly crawling up the back of his throat.

Swallowing thickly, he grins lightly, nodding.

“I’d love that.”

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Love, Requited

Request: Could you do a Mulder x reader where they're trying to catch something like in Stretch (Eugene Rooms) and the reader almost gets killed because she and Scully decided she would be bait. Maybe the bad guy has her cornered when Mulder saves her, and later he's yelling at her and Scully when he accidentally reveals he likes reader. Sorry if that's too specific! You're a really great writer by the way.

Summary: Scully and Reader hatch a plan behind Mulder’s back to catch a man who uses fog to suffocate his victims. Mulder does not take to it well.

Pairing: Mulder x (f) Reader

Warnings: angst, some violence, mild snogging

Word Count: 2,041

A/n: I hope that this was what you’re looking for, Anon! Thank you for the kind words and, of course, the request itself; it was fun crafting this Tooms-esque monster. Anyhow, for my other readers, I hope you guys also enjoy!

“Are you sure about this?” Scully quirked an eyebrow as she handed Y/n the harness to be used for a quick getaway. Y/n hesitated, but firmly nodded her head, slipping into the harness.

“He seems to have taken a particular liking to me. I think he’s most likely to fall for the trap if I’m the one,” Y/n replied, trying to keep her shaking hands still. Nick Wilson, or, as Mulder and Y/n had come to refer to him, Mist, had made the young agent his latest target, and she and Scully decided to lay out a trail for the suffocating monster to follow, which would ultimately lead to his capture.

“I still don’t understand how he does it,” Scully said. She glanced out into the empty street. The two agents were standing in the shadows of a shop front, waiting for Mist to emerge from his apartment in the building across the street. “How an ordinary man can asphyxiate his victims without laying a single finger on them. The use of noxious gases would explain it, if it weren’t for the fact that all of the coroner’s reports found no traces of harmful substances in the victims.”

Y/n pursed her lips, electing not to reply. Scully knew that she sided with Mulder on this particular case; now was not the time for more debate. Instead, she fiddled with the buckles and straps of the harness, adjusting the fit and hoping that this plan she and Scully crafted would work. It was a little crazy, and both of the agents chose not to fill Mulder in on it because he would have adamantly opposed the idea of putting either one of his partners in such direct harm’s way. But it was true that Mist seemed to have singled out Y/n as his next victim, and any other person in her place would result in a failed operation.

“Let’s go over the plan one more time,” Y/n said, wanting to stay focused on the present. Scully sensed her unease and reached over to give her arm a quick squeeze. She went over the details once more while Y/n tried to adjust her sweater so that it covered the harness.

A brief silence passed between the two of them, until Scully tugged Y/n’s sleeve, glancing across the street. There he was: Nicholas Wilson.

“You’ll be okay, Y/l/n; Mulder and I will be sure of it,” Scully whispered and silently slipped through the door, into the darkened shop. It was time. Y/n inhaled deeply and exhaled as she forced herself step from the shop front, exposing herself to the light of the yellow street lamps. She looked down the street, feigning indecision, trying to buy Scully time to run up to the rooftop whilst catching Mist’s attention without catching his eye.

When she was sure Mist was watching her, she turned and walked briskly down the sidewalk, eyes trained on the alleyway she was to enter. She shoved her hands deep into her pockets to stop their shaking. A thick fog that hugged the ground began to roll and sift around her ankles. So Mulder’s theory was correct.

Y/n picked up her pace, wondering if Mist would wait to attack her until they were somewhere secluded, or if the fog would soon be seclusion enough for him. She turned and entered the alleyway. Now was an appropriate time to turn around and pretend to notice him for the first time, she thought. But, when she glanced over her shoulder, the alley and street beyond were empty, save for the fog that only continued to thicken and rise.

Wait, Y/n wondered, her eyes widening. He doesn’t control the fog; he is the fog.

Y/n knew she was in trouble then. She turned on her heel and tore off in the direction of the dead end she and Scully had staked out. She had to get this over with, before it was too late.

Soon, she could hardly see in front of her, so thick was the fog. But she could see just well enough to catch the turn and sprint to the dead end where the clip for the harness hung from a thick cable. Y/n turned around to make sure Mist had followed her down the alley, and, sure enough, as the fog silently and menacingly crept down the road towards her, the figure of Nick Wilson slowly began to materialize from the rolling clouds. His eyes glowed silver, and his mouth curled into a grin that made Y/n’s blood freeze.

Wasting no more time, Y/n grabbed the cable and fumbled with the hook, her hands still unsteady. Mist continued his steady advance.

“Stay back!” Y/n shouted. It was the cue that she and Scully had decided upon to signal she was ready to be pulled up on the rooftop.

Mist laughed with a deep, unsettling rumbling from his chest. “My darling agent, you should have known you were next on my list.”

“That is precisely why I’m here,” Y/n replied, her voice steady despite her ever-growing fear. Where was Scully? “I said, stay back!”

Finally, the groan of the motor was heard from above. Mist furrowed his brow in confusion, and looked up to the source of the sound. Y/n released a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. She was safe. Any second, she would be pulled up to safety to the rooftop with Scully, and Mulder, hiding somewhere in the shadows, would take care of the rest. Slowly, Y/n began to rise from the ground.

But then, a long whine, some gurgling, and then the machine stopped. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Y/n’s panic rose, while her body remained a foot off the ground. Mist brought his gaze back down to Y/n, and his chilling grin grew even wider.

“Clever attempt to ambush me, but it looks like I’ll have you after all,” he said, losing his slow and steady gait, sweeping forward to grab Y/n by the throat. Despite hanging a foot from the ground, Mist still had an inch or two over her.

Y/n’s adrenaline surged, and she gave her attacker a firm kick to the stomach. He doubled over and stumbled back a few steps, which bought Y/n enough time to unclip herself from the pulley. She fell to the ground, landing on her elbow in a way that sent stars into her eyes. Suddenly, gunshots were heard from above. Scully.

But when Y/n looked up to Mist, she did not find a bleeding man; instead, an apparition of the once solid figure stood before her, impervious to the bullets from Scully’s gun. His silver eyes burned with anger, and, as he flared his nostrils, the fog covering the alleyway swept past him and saturated Y/n’s lungs. She couldn’t breathe, no matter much she gasped for breath.

“Goodbye, Agent Y/l/n,” Mist drawled. Y/n’s vision began to get hazy as the fog continued to suffocate her. No! she thought, Not yet! But she was fading by the second. 

Then, an angry voice -- not Mist’s. Her bleary eyes could just make out a bright yellow light flashing in front of her, like a flame, and then, suddenly, her lungs cleared. A pair of strong hands grabbed her, helping her sit up straight as she gasped for the cool night air.

Y/n’s vision finally cleared, and she looked up to find Mulder’s deep, brown eyes on her, his brows knitted in anxiety.

“Mulder,” Y/n choked out, and he pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back and rocking her back and forth. Over his shoulder, Y/n saw Scully running towards them.

“Wilson?” Scully asked, searching the alley for any signs of a return attack.

“Gone,” Mulder replied, letting go of Y/n and rising from the ground. He offered Y/n a hand up, and she took it, gratefully. “I think he’s gone for good.”

Scully’s expression read that she thought otherwise, but she said nothing more. All three agents were too exhausted for an argument. Well, two out of the three.

“Why would you do that?” Mulder demanded, rounding on Y/n. Her arms were crossed, her body shivering as she began to calm down. She had prepared herself for this.

“He wanted me next. Simple as that,” Y/n replied.

“I thought we were going to have someone else act as bait,” Mulder said. “Or, at least have a plan that was a lot safer and didn’t put you in so much danger!”

“It worked in the end, Mulder.,” Scully placed a hand on the bristling agent’s shoulder. “Let’s leave it at that.”

Mulder shrugged Scully’s hand away, turning his angry eyes on her. “What if it didn’t work? What if I wasn’t there?” he cried. “Y/n would have been dead. Why would you let her put herself in all that trouble?”

“Mulder, calm down,” Scully’s voice lost its consoling tone as she became more frustrated with his outbursts. “Your adrenaline is --”

“No, this is serious! You shouldn’t have let Y/n get herself almost killed!”

“Why are you so worked up over this?”

“Because I care about her, of course! If I lost Y/n, I-- I--”

“Mulder!” Y/n cut in, just as frustrated with his antics as Scully, but also growing in anxiety of what he was trying to say. She pinned him with a stony gaze. “Don’t blame Scully. This was largely my idea. I insisted upon being the one to lure Mist here. He had no interest in anyone else. Don’t you understand? Anyone else, and this plan wouldn’t have worked. Anyone else, and he would’ve found me at a time in which you and Scully wouldn’t have been around, and then I really would’ve been dead.”

Mulder was silent. He searched Y/n’s eyes, as if he were looking for another reason to stay angry. He found nothing, and finally relaxed his posture and looked down at the pavement. Scully smiled grimly and gave Y/n a knowing look.

“I’m going to survey the area, see if there’s anything we’re missing here,” she said and left her partners behind to sort out some feelings she had been all-too-well aware of for far too long.

Y/n sighed, and rubbed her arms, trying to summon some warmth to her skin. Mulder noticed, and he quickly slipped off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Y/n smiled in appreciation.

“You know, I meant what I said,” Mulder met Y/n’s gaze, a deep expression in his eyes that she couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“What?”

“I care about you,” he said, smiling softly, a little sheepishly. “A lot.”

Y/n had a sense of what Mulder was getting at, but she was too nervous to make the assumption. Instead, she carefully said, “Well, I care about you too.”

“No, no, what I mean is --” Mulder took a step closer to Y/n. They were barely a foot apart. Her breath was caught in her throat, but not because of the fog. “And I think you feel this way too, so I’m just going to say it.”

There was a pause, and Mulder looked up to the stars, as he was asking for whatever alien up there, watching them, to give him the courage to say his next words.

“Well, actually --” and Mulder leaned in, closing the space between him and Y/n with a kiss. It was soft and somewhat hesitant, yet entirely inviting, and Y/n found herself leaning into him, despite herself.

When they parted, a certain look in both of their eyes was more than enough to confirm that, yes, the feeling was mutual. They laughed, and Mulder quickly dipped his head to steal another kiss. Y/n felt over the moon.

“Alright, lovebirds,” Scully called from the other end of the alley. She wore a satisfied smirk, glad that the two finally had a heart-to-heart about their long-repressed feelings. Turning on her heel, she said, “Let’s go.”

Y/n and Mulder shared one last smile, and they strolled easily, happily, and relievedly back to the car where Scully was waiting.

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Imagine Mulder calling you for dating advice because he’s “asking for a friend.”

“My friend asked me to call you.”

“You have friends?”

Mulder smirked, but otherwise ignored Y/n’s jab.

“He wants advice,” Mulder explained. “Dating advice.”

Y/n paused, growing a little suspicious. “And he wanted it from me,” she stated more than asked.

“Well, seeing as you’re an attractive woman with high standards, I had a feeling you would know best.” Y/n could hear just a hint of nervousness in Mulder’s voice. It was her turn to smirk.

“Do I know this guy?”

“...Maybe.”

For the anons who wanted more Mulder. 

I can so see him doing this though.

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Imagine going undercover with Mulder to a black-tie event and leaving him speechless when he sees you in your evening attire.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Mulder suddenly became aware of how long he had been staring at Y/n, mouth agape. He gave himself a mental shake and threw on another one of his charismatic grins, trying to play off his moment of awe. He lowered his glance down to Y/n’s heels and grinned even wider, having found a diversion from the original question.

“Your hem is stuck in the strap of your shoe,” he said. Y/n checked for herself and then scoffed, fixing the minor wardrobe malfunction.

“Thanks, Mulder, you look great too,” Y/n replied, rolling her eyes.

“I kind of have to, considering the competition I’m up against,” the agent gestured to Y/n’s ensemble, now fully recovered and ready to meet her banter once again.

“You’re ridiculous,” Y/n laughed. “Shall we?”

For all the anons (as well as myself) who want some love from Mulder.

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Hi, this is the same person who requested the Mulder story. Really sorry about that, I didn't notice that you weren't doing one shots. I'm really sorry.

Hey, no worries! Imagines are definitely much easier to post, just because they’re so quick and simple, but I’ve since made the decision to open up one-shot requests once again. :) I will try to get to your request as soon as I can! Thank you for the ideas!

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hey just dropping in to say you’re one of my favorite blogs! have a nice day :)

You’re so sweet, especially considering I am sooooo terrible at updating this ol’ think. Thank you for the kind words!

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Your blog is awesome!! Please come back :( ♡

Thank you!! I’m sort of back! I’ll try to be a bit more active this summer. I hope you’re well, whoever you are!

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Hi, are u still writing?

Sort of! I’m trying! I’ve been writing lots of papers, short stories, and poetry... but I suppose that’s not necessarily the answer you were looking for. I’m going to keep trying to write for this blog, but I know there will continue to be long hiatuses on my part, just because I’m terrible with commitment and I have a penchant for making my schedule much fuller than comfortable. But, knowing that there just aren’t many people out there writing for the X-Files, and knowing how much I myself love X Files fan fiction/imagines, I’m going to keep coming back here whenever I can. :)

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Imagine Alex Krycek turning on the Smoking Man to protect you.

Requested by anonymous ten billion years ago.

(Can you believe that I'm back?? It’s been forever. I hope all of you lovelies have been well and have been staying safe amidst... well, everything.)

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Imagine being Scully’s best friend.

(another for the anon who wanted some Scully)

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Imagine making Scully flustered because she has feelings for you.

(for the anon who wanted more Scully)