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unremarkablehouse · 1 month

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Respite

PG |MSR URST| WC 1183| AO3

Tagging: @today-in-fic

Summary: Set during S2 Little Green Men, Scully takes Mulder to a motel in Miami to recuperate after they flee Puerto Rico. Once he’s recovered from the dehydration she has some questions regarding his mysterious lunch date.

The air conditioner buzzed in the dark hotel room, blocking out the Miami heat but blowing the blinds just enough to let slithers of light in. He should be sleeping, between the dehydration and the state he was in when Scully found him, a hospital stay with some fluids would have been the smarter choice. Then again, if Mulder had made smarter decisions he wouldn’t be lying in a budget motel with his favorite redhead using his chest as her own personal body pillow and taped evidence of UFOs.

“You’re not sleeping? Are you feeling nauseous again? Drink your fluids.”

Mumbled from his chest Scully blindly reached for his Gatorade concoction on the bedside table and pushed it on him. With a slight chuckle, Mulder obediently drank, he knew not to argue with a sleepy Dr Scully, especially seeing she had just saved his life and risked herself for no other reason than to help him.

“I’m okay Scully, the sunlight just woke me up I think. Go back to sleep.”

Putting the empty bottle on the bedside table, Mulder gently stroked Scully’s hair and let out a yawn. ‘Why did she come?’ His brain was now fixated on that question and he couldn’t stop churning it over in his mind. They were no longer Partners and he had not been a particularly good friend to her since The X Files was shut down.

“Mulder, what’s wrong? You’re tensing up, are you feeling nauseous?”

Sitting up to look at him, Scully inspected his pupils, gently running her hands through his hair more than was medically necessary.

“Why are you here Scully?”

Scully’s eyes crinkled in confusion and a frown formed on her lips.

“I was worried about you. I didn’t know what trouble you got yourself into- I just thought you might need me.”

Grabbing her hand with his Mulder slowly made eye contact with Scully, letting her see the vulnerability in his eyes without the usual mask of deflection he normally wore as a defense mechanism.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friend like you- if ever. Scully, I’m sorry I’ve been an ass, I didn’t want to risk something happening to you. It was stupid, thank you for being here.”

Nestling back down on Mulder’s chest, Scully made herself comfortable as she replied.

“You’re welcome Mulder, but no more clandestine outings in D.C ok?”

“Fine.”

“Your heart rate has slowed down and your breathing is a lot less labored now, I think the hydration solution is working.”

With a smile Mulder scoffed.

“No, I think it’s just having you here. For the first time in months I feel this overarching sense that things are going to be okay. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I also have this strange urge to protect you.”

With her eyes still closed, a feint smile was the only hint that gave her amusement away.

“That’s not surprising Mulder, studies have shown that our bodies are wired to respond to physical contact after a traumatic event, the autonomic nervous system floods the body with hormones to help deactivate the flight or fight reflexes. As for the impulse to protect me, I assume that’s just a latent Neanderthal complex.”

Mulder’s body vibrated with a chuckle, holding Scully closer to him as he replied.

“Keep talking like that Scully and I won’t be clubbing you and bringing you back to my cave.”

“Don’t worry Mulder, if someone breaks in here you can flail at them with your club while I grab my gun and shoot them.”

“My protector!”

A silence fell over the room and Mulder marveled at how much he missed this playful banter with Scully. Her sharp wit always kept him on his toes he mused, as he brushed an errant strain of hair off her face.

“Speaking of potential threats Mulder, you got a call from a woman while I was at your apartment. She seemed pretty mad; you stood her up for your lunch date?”

Scully was proud that her voice had managed to make her inquiry sound casual, but she was very interested in the details. Mulder tried to fein obliviousness for a moment but the moment he looked into Scully’s sharp eyes he knew she wasn’t buying it and crumbled.

“Oh, that was Becky from forensic accounting.”

This got Scully’s attention and she bolted upright.

“Wait, you asked Becky out?! You know she stole my lunch Mulder!”

Trying to hide his amusement at Scully’s reaction, Mulder held his hands up in defense.

“It was just yogurt-”

“It had my name on it and she ate it in front of me! What kind of person does that? Seriously, of all the people at the FBI, I can’t believe you asked her out.”

Scully punctuated her rant with a hard shove on Mulder’s shoulder, and moved away from him on the bed. With a glare she violently grabbed the pillow under his head and took it for herself as she turned her back to him. With a hard thud Mulder’s head hit the bed, and he couldn’t help but be amused by Scully’s reaction, he liked that this bothered her. Rolling over to invade Scully’s space, Mulder tried to gently touch Scully’s arm but she pulled away dramatically.

“It’s not like that Scully. I needed a cover for my trip, so I asked her to lunch to throw anyone off the trail because she's not discreet and would tell half the Hoover building we had plans.”

Mulder rolled back, lying flat on the bed and letting his words sink in.

“Wait, you asked her out to lunch knowing you were going to stand her up?”

“Well, you told me she stole your yogurt- ”

“Mulder! She sounded really pissed, what are you going to say when you see her?”

“I’ll say ‘sorry’, and if that doesn’t work maybe you can shoot her?”

“Deal.”

With a chuckle Scully handed Mulder back the pillow and resumed her position of lying on his chest. It took only seconds for her to start feeling the sweet pull of sleep calling her.

“Hey Scully-“

Knowing he wouldn’t stop unless she acknowledged him Scully uttered a reply.

“Yeah…”

“I love you.”

“Thanks Mulder. Maybe, I’d love you more if you shut up so we could get some sleep.”

With a snort Mulder acknowledged her request but she could feel he wasn’t finished yet.

“Can you get me the 2inch player from Quantico Monday? I want you to be there when I play you back what I heard, it was crazy!”

“Yes Mulder, but don’t get your hopes up, there was a lot of electrical discharge in the room. We don’t know if the recording was ok or what we can even do with it.”

“I know, I just want you to hear it.”

“Mulder. Sleep.”

“Fine. At least I know not to eat your yogurt.”

“Don’t make me shoot you.”

And with that they both fell into a heavy sleep, their bodies strung out on adrenaline, needing to fuel up for whatever awaited them at home.

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jodithann827 · 3 days

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He Said What?!?

Rated: General / Posted on Ao3 / @today-in-fic

Summary: What would happen if he heard something he wasn’t supposed to?

Huntsville, Alabama

December 18th, 1998

Motel 6

The slow and steady hum of the radiator vibrates across the cramped confines of the not quite dingy, but not quite pristine motel room. The sun, having set hours before and taking what little warmth the day offered with it, left the room dark, save for the two beside lights and the standard desk lamp which emits a soft glow. The sound of water gargling flows through the closed bathroom door while Assistant Director Walter Skinner sits on one bed, waiting to wash the stink of the day off. Shaking his head slowly, he thinks back to the previous morning. His commute had been a breeze, his secretary was finally back after a detestable stomach flu had held her captive the week before, the Director of the Bureau was in a relatively good mood, and all of the agents under his watch were performing as needed. Yes, it had been the perfect start to the day. Perfect until Fox Mulder barreled into his office (he really needs to put a stop to that) spouting off about alien abductions and mysterious disappearances. The day went so well until 9:48. Why he entertained Mulder’s crazy ideas is beyond his comprehension. Well, that’s not entirely true. As strange as Muder is, Skinner genuinely likes him—not that he would ever divulge that tidbit of information—and, crazy or not, Mulder has proven himself to be an exceptional agent.

As Mulder spouted and Skinner listened, removing his glasses ever so slowly and rubbing his temples at the thought of the impending headache, he thought back to the previous weeks. Weeks in which Mulder killed a man and faked his death, only to reemerge and blow one giant metaphorical hole right in the center of a government conspiracy. That’s not to mention the almost-death and then amazing recovery of Agent Scully, which Skinner still isn’t sure he understands. He’s just thankful that Agent Scully is at home recovering, and will be ready to get back to work in a matter of weeks. Unfortunately, he knew he wouldn’t have the same luck taming the beast that is Fox Mulder as Scully would.

When Mulder finally got to the point and asked Skinner to sign off on the 302, Skinner could hear Scully in the back of his head. Don’t let him go, Sir. He shouldn’t go alone, Skinner. You know what’s going to happen if I’m not there. He found himself nodding at her words, though Mulder mistook his nodding as permission granted. He profusely thanked him and, with the look of a kid on Christmas morning, mentioned something about booking the first flight out and going home to pack before Skinner realized what had transpired. So, out of respect for Agent Scully and a concern for Agent Mulder, that’s what brought him to Huntsville; a crazy X-file with an even crazier agent. Of course, Mulder’d booked the trip so quickly that the only vacant motel in the area had one room, which is how Skinner finds himself with a roommate.

The bathroom door opens, tugging Skinner from his thoughts. Mulder walks out, thankfully dressed in plaid pajama pants and an old shirt, as puffs of steam follow him.

“Bathroom’s free,” he announces, striding over to the black duffle bag placed haphazardly on the side table chair. He rummages around for a minute, then steps back and falls onto his motel bed.

“You know I could have handled this one on my own, Sir,” Mulder insists, as he had the whole plane ride to Alabama, the car ride to the local station, and again on the way to the motel. Skinner glances in his direction and makes a weak attempt to raise his eyebrow like Scully does, which Mulder of course doesn’t notice..

“Two days, Mulder. I’ll give you two days,” Skinner responds, once again shaking his head, as he gets up and departs for the bathroom.

***

Later, as they lay in their beds, not quite ready for sleep, Skinner looks up at the pale white ceiling of the motel room and sighs. “I know you could have handled this on your own, Mulder,” he admits. Even though it’s dark and he isn’t looking in his direction, he knows Mulder is smiling.

“You promised Scully you’d go with me,” Mulder half asks, half states. Skinner chuckles, or at least as much of a chuckle as he’s willing to emit in front of an agent. “I understand, sir,” Mulder assures him. “I know she worries when she can’t be there to have my back. I know I sometimes make rash decisions…” he pauses when Skinner huffs. “Okay, maybe a lot of the time. Thank you, sir, for being willing to come with me instead of denying the case. I appreciate it, and I know Scully does as well.”

“How’s she doing?” Skinner asks, carefully, as he doesn’t like to speak of agents who aren’t present.

He’s been concerned about her since her remission. She called him a week and a half after her discharge, indicating she was fine and ready to be back at work. Skinner had to bite his tongue from saying something he would regret, like Have you completely lost your mind, and then told her in no uncertain terms that she is not to grace the doors of the Hoover building for at least another four weeks, and only then with a doctor's note. She’s still so weak, physically. Even when she returns, he knows she won’t be ready to be in the field right away. He makes a mental note to check for any upcoming conferences he can send them to upon her return, maybe ease her back into work.

“She’s getting stronger every day. I’m pretty sure she kicked her sweet and well-meaning mother out of her house by the second week of her recovery,” Mulder laughs.

Skinner is amazed and wonders how the agents accomplish anything, being two of the most stubborn individuals he has ever had the pleasure of meeting.

“That’s good,” he tells him, then adds, “It’ll be good to have her back. Well, goodnight, Agent Mulder.”

“Goodnight, sir.”

***

Hours later, Skinner awakens to a sound. Unable to identify it at first, he lies motionless, straining his ears. He hears it again. After a few moments, he realizes it’s Mulder, whimpering in his sleep. Recognizing the agent is dreaming and they aren’t in imminent danger, he rolls to his side and tries to go back to sleep. As he’s about to doze off, Mulder’s whimpers become more frenzied.

“Please, no,” Skinner hears from the next bed. He raises his head a bit, checking to see if Mulder has woken up, but the man’s closed eyes and pained expression assures Skinner that he is very much asleep. Unsure of how much longer Mulder’s dream will go on, Skinner attempts to sleep, but is incapable.

“No… can’t. Please… understand,” whines Mulder. Skinner wonders what is going on in that brain of his. He’s using a voice Skinner has never heard. He sounds scared, young, unsure.

“Mm lost,” Mulder continues, and Skinner hears a hitch in his voice. He wonders if Mulder will start crying in his sleep. Maybe he’s dreaming about his sister.

“Without you,” Mulder states.

Nope, Skinner immediately knows who Mulder is thinking about, and he longs for sleep. Of course, he’s suspected it for years. But without evidence, he never wanted to make a big deal out of it. He knows there are tons of wagers and bets floating around the bureau regarding the status of Mulder and Scully’s relationship, but he usually doesn’t pay too much attention to those things.

“Need you,” Mulder's voice pulls Skinner from his thoughts. “Best friend… No die. No happen”.

Skinner realizes Mulder is thinking back to the cancer. He wants to wake him, tell him it’s all okay; Scully is fine and she’s not going anywhere. But he also doesn’t want to startle him or cause him any embarrassment, though there isn’t anything to be embarrassed about, at least not yet.

“Promise me,” he mumbles, followed by a string of gibberish from Mulder’s dream-induced mouth. “Scully… please…love you… me.” Skinner prays sleep takes him that very instant. He knows more than he needs to, more than he should. Apparently, something in Mulder’s dream has calmed him, which Skinner doesn’t care to know, nor does he want to speculate. He realizes Mulder’s breathing has evened out and he is slumbering once more.

Unfortunately, Skinner is now wide awake and can’t get his agents out of his mind. Now that he knows, even though he tells himself there really isn’t anything to know, he quickly decides not to do anything about it. Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, as much of a pain in the ass as they—well, he— can be, are his best agents and their dynamic is something not to be messed with. He rolls over again, imploring that he’ll forget every word by morning, but knowing the sounds are burned into his brain forever.

***

Skinner wakes the next morning, wishing and hoping it was a dream, but upon seeing Mulder exit the bathroom, dressed in his suit and ready for the day, he knows it was anything but.

“How did you sleep, sir?” asks Mulder, a look of complete innocence on his face.

“I never sleep as well on the road as I do at home,” Skinner replies, sitting up and stretching. The morning sun is attempting to peek through the drawn curtains. Well, now or never, Skinner thinks to himself. “Hey, Mulder,” he says, his voice strong, but slightly tentative, as if testing the waters. Mulder looks in his direction, eyebrows knit, waiting for him to speak. Oh to hell with it, he thinks. “Mulder, did you know you talk in your sleep?”

Mulder’s eyebrows reach so high they almost touch the top of his forehead as his eyes bulge from their sockets. I’ll take that as a no, Skinner muses. Mulder stares at his boss for a minute, and Skinner almost feels sorry for him seeing the terrified look of pure dread adorning his face.

“What did I, uh… did I say anything, uh…” he fumbles over his words, trying to find the right ones to ask.

Skinner smiles slightly and decides that as much fun as this could be, he’ll go easy on Mulder, just this once. “You said a few words and mumbled a bit. I’m surprised no one has mentioned it to you before. I just thought you should know.”

Lifting himself from the bed, he staggers toward the bathroom to get ready for whatever this ridiculous day has in store for him. He turns slightly to look at the younger man. They’re idiots, these agents of his, but they’re his idiots, and for now, Mulder's secret is safe with him. He’ll be ready whenever Mulder feels free enough to talk about it.

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machinenerding · 1 month

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X-Files solved: why did Reyes turn evil by season 10 of the show? And why did she lose her spark over season 9? How about this headcanon: from Empedocles through Daemonicus onwards, she was slowly becoming possessed by evil and dark Satanic forces... (Bad writing and acting is let off the hook here 😂)

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internet-sadass · 4 months

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Can't Keep My Mind (Or Hands) Off You (Fox Mulder x pregnant!female reader)

Blurb: Mulder can't keep his mind, or hands, off you now he's got you pregnant, which leads to a little lunch break fun in his car.

Warnings: smut, car sex, pregnant sex?, breeding kink

A/N: If anything about pregnancy in here is not realistic, oops, I have not been pregnant and I tried my best to research the symptoms etc. Also, the reader works at with the FBI but doesn't work with Mulder on the X Files. She does come and do admin work for him (like photocopying and bringing him coffee) because that's what a good partner does 😘

"Okay, so I managed to photocopy these photographs for you. They're not the best quality, but I'd say they're passable. I mean, you can still make out the shape of a figure in the tree line. I'm guessing that's what you need them for, right? Identifying weird humanoid figures."

Mulder nearly dropped the folder he was holding.

"You're not wearing a bra." He stated, completely matter-of-factly, despite how he stared at you.

It was true: you had forgone a bra that morning and opted for a white vest under your blouse instead. Your breasts were constantly aching now you were well and truly into your first trimester. Wearing a bra meant you would wince all day and be unable to focus on anything except how sore your chest was and how much you couldn't wait to tear your bra off as soon as you got into your car at the end of the day. But today, you weren't in the mood to suffer hours of feeling like someone was squashing your already tender breasts constantly, so no-bra it was.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully at Mulder as you set the thick pile of photocopies on his desk.

"You're observant this morning. Did you listen to anything I just said? Or do you need me to repeat that all while you," You tilted his chin up so his eyes met yours rather than admiring the twin peaks of your pert nipples against your blouse. "Keep your eyes up here."

Mulder placed his hands on your waist, running them down over your hips. Since you'd shown him the four identical positive tests and the doctor had confirmed that you were indeed pregnant, he'd found it incredibly hard to keep his hands away from you. Everything he'd loved about you and your body was amplified tenfold now. And right this instant, your significantly fuller breasts, the healthy flush across your cheeks, and your pretty eyes staring up at him were destroying his normally undying devotion to his job.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you, don't worry. The photocopies. Thank you, sweetheart." You were pulled closer to him, very much breaking the 'no touching' rule you had agreed on to prevent the pair of you from losing your jobs over inappropriate workplace behaviour. "More important is, why aren't you wearing a bra? You're not, you know,” He lowered his voice, “lactating?"

You laughed, shaking your head.

"Nope, not yet. Going to be another few months before that happens. They're just sore, that's all, and wearing a bra is getting pretty intolerable. So, no bra."

As you explained, Mulder’s hands wandered over the changing contours of your body, settling, as they always did, on the subtle hump of your pregnant belly. Even if he couldn't feel anything, since the baby was no bigger than a plum at this stage, he felt an instinctual need to place his hands protectively over the warmth of your lower stomach. Sometimes, he swore he felt something stirring within you, but he knew it was just his very wishful thinking.

Snapping back into the present moment, Mulder recalled that you said that your chest was hurting.

"Can I make them hurt less? Please." He whispered, hands drifting up to cup just below your breasts. He leaned close to you, kissing your cheek so softly that his lips barely met your skin.

You shivered at his touch, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on your sensitive flesh, to have his mouth on your skin, kissing over your sensitive areolas. Another kiss was placed on your cheek, making you groan. As much as you, and presumably Mulder, wanted to take the day off and spend the whole time rolling around in bed, you knew that would have to remain a fantasy.

"Later. I promise. As soon as we get home, I'm all yours." You placed your hands on his chest, smoothing his shirt. "We can last until the end of the day, can't we?"

Mulder wasn't sure he could last that long. How could he if you were walking about looking so damn irresistible and beautiful and full?

Clearing his throat, he finally released your body from his protective grasp.

"We can, yes." He lifted the photocopies you'd made. "Especially if I have to go take a look at this sasquatch. Keep my mind occupied."

‘And off your gorgeous body’ , He added mentally.

***

"Oh, please be gentle- ah, careful!- please be gentle with me, Fox." You whimpered, arching your back against Mulder's torso as he pulled your vest up over your breasts, catching on your nipples, making them sting. His hands settled on your breasts, cupping them, weighing them in his hands. They certainly felt bigger to him, filling up more of his hands than before.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry. I'll be so gentle with you, doll." He whispered back to you, brushing a thumb over one of your nipples, making you keen and squirm against him. After many hours of being unable to think of anything but you, he was glad to finally get his hands on your body and touch it as much as he (and you, of course) wanted. As much as it was your body that was making him harder and harder every passing second, the way you begged him to be gentle with you and your heightened reactions to his touch only added fuel to the fires of his arousal.

The pair of you hadn't made it to the end of the day. When Mulder got a minute, he found you and nearly dragged you out to his car. He'd driven to a slightly more private place than the bureau car park, and both of you moved to the backseat, kissing each other like a pair of teens who'd finally got the house to themselves and were free from the prying eyes of their parents. Now you sat on Mulder’s lap as he touched you, drawing all sorts of pretty sounds and whispers from you by just lightly touching your tender and aching chest.

Every caress, every careful touch of your tender breasts was a sweet mix of painful and pleasurable. You were in ecstasy, arching your back, grinding against Mulder's thighs, begging him to ‘stop’ and ‘keep going’ simultaneously. The sensation of him sucking and kissing at your neck only made you more desperate and aroused. Though you winced whenever your flesh was squeezed, your eyes almost rolled back into your head when he rolled his thumbs over your nipples, drawing circles on them just as he did with your clit every time you two got intimate. Your climax felt embarrassingly close, considering he’d done nothing more but grope your breasts and kiss your neck. The fact you could feel his erection, so hard it was almost painful for you to be sitting on, only added to how turned on you were.

"P-please...I want more of you. Touch me more." You panted out, seizing one of Mulder’s hands and moving down under your hiked-up pencil skirt. He pushed your panties aside and slid the tips of his fingers along your leaking slit. Thick, creamy arousal gathered on his fingers and leaked onto his trousers, staining them with a prominent damp patch.

"God, you're so wet." Mulder mused as he slid two fingers into you. There was no resistance whatsoever, as your insides welcomed the intrusion of his fingers, twitching around them. You groaned and bucked against his fingers as they pressed up into the most sensitive part of your insides.

"A-all because of you." You said, struggling to speak as you couldn't focus on much else except how good it felt to have your pussy spread open by Mulder’s fingers.

He chuckled, scissoring inside you before pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace.

"That's not true; it's not all my doing. It's because of your hormones, too."

As he toyed with your pussy and rolled your clit under his thumb, slick leaked out, soaking his hand and the leg of his trousers. You writhed about on his lap, grinding against his stiff length. It was Mulder’s turn to moan as your movements threatened to make more pre-cum leak from his slit and wet his boxers. He wanted to be inside you so badly, especially as he could feel how wet and pliable your pussy was right now. A whine left your lips as he slid his fingers out of you.

“You’re so needy, aren't you? It’s cute.” He mumbled as he guided you to lie across the backseat. Placing one knee on either side of your hips, he straddled you, leaning down to kiss you as he undid his belt.

You smirked against his kisses.

“Speak for yourself. You can’t even pause to take your pants off. That desperate to be inside me.” You whispered back to him.

Mulder didn’t fight back with words. Inside, he moved his mouth from your lips to your nipples, running his tongue over one of them, swirling around the hard nub. You winced and groaned, your body unable to decide whether it liked the sting of your oversensitive buds being touched in such a way. Seeing your reaction, he moved to the other nipple, bringing a hand up to gently squeeze your breast and circle his thumb over your now wet nipple. You writhed about under him, switching between arching your back, pressing your chest up to him, and shrinking away, trying to escape but finding no way to roll away from him without falling off the seat.

Feeling as though he had ‘tortured’ you enough and got his fill of toying with your gorgeous chest that had been distracting that whole day, Mulder lifted your hips, lining your entrance up with his weeping tip. He entered you, earning a sharp gasp of pleasure from you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him to stay hilted deep inside you.

This was what Mulder had been thinking about all morning. Even with a particularly promising case to chase up, all he could think about was you and being inside your intoxicating tight, wet heat. As much as he wanted to draw out the process of rutting into your velvety insides and feeling you clamp around him as you said his name over and over, he simply couldn’t hold back. He pounded into you, filling the car with the slap of skin on skin and the sickenly wet sounds of his cock spearing open your soaking lips. You looked so perfect below him; your pupils blown out, your skin sheening with a light layer of sweat, your neat office makeup beginning to run as tears squeezed from your eyes, your full breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hips. To top off the view of you, looking more beautiful than ever, the way you were saying his name every time he hit your deepest and most sensitive spot was something he knew he’d replay in his head whenever he couldn't be with you. You swung from breathing out his name in pants to calling it out to barely whispering it as your orgasm broke and made you fall apart under him. He already knew he loved you, but at that moment, as you said his name in a barely audible tone and looked up at him with doe-eyes full of adoration, it felt like that love grew tenfold.

“O-oh, god, fuck, I love you.”

Words fell out of Mulder’s mouth, very much beyond his control, as he felt the heat of his orgasm spread from his lower belly and along his length. He felt himself fill you with spurt after spurt of his hot seed, his cock pulsing as it emptied its load into you. Reluctantly, he pulled out of you, smearing his tip over your swollen folds, unwilling to let any of his cum go to waste.

You sat up, a wave of dizziness washing over you. Clearly, so much excitement and activity had put your delicate body under some strain, and it struggled to cope. You looked down at yourself, noticing the gradually growing puddle of cum leaking out of your entrance. The more you sat up, the more that leaked out. You groaned at the sight; it almost made you want to go another round.

“God, you always cum so much. No wonder I got pregnant the second time we tried. Your car seats are ruined now.” You said, laughing as you forced yourself to sit fully upright and start making yourself look presentable again.

Mulder shook his head at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“They’re leather, so that won’t stain or mark them. And aren't you glad we didn’t have to keep on trying to get you pregnant?” He said, nudging you.

You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance at his remark.

“I don’t think either of us would have minded it taking more than just two times without a condom. Not that we need condoms or an excuse to fuck like rabbits anymore.” You joked, helping re-do Mulder’s tie for him, kissing the tip of his nose.

***

Scully was waiting for Mulder when he rushed back into his office, still looking much more dishevelled than a man coming back from a completely average and normal lunch break should look.

"Mulder, where were you?" She asked, looking him up and down, folding her arms like a parent would do to a misbehaving child.

"Um...Lunch." Mulder fumbled with his answer, knowing as soon as it left his mouth that there was no way in hell that Scully would believe that he’d just been away getting lunch.

"For over an hour? It took you that long to get lunch?" She pressed, closing the door to his office as he searched about his desk for the photocopies of the sasquatch you’d made him earlier.

There was a long and uncomfortable pause as Mulder stared at the photocopies in his hand, trying to think of a way to answer Scully’s question. At this point, he knew it was basically pointless to carry on giving her excuses; she had worked out what he’d been up to the minute she saw him. Finally, he thought of a (pathetic) reason for why he’d disappeared for nearly two hours.

"There was a queue. A long one."

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heatherwentwest · 2 years

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TXF Recs: My Favorite Newer Mulder/Scully Fics 🛸

The X-Files canon may be complete (for now), but the fandom has kept right on evolving and creating beautifully original stories that center Mulder and Scully’s emotional journey. Much as I’ll always adore the 13 classic Mulder/Scully fics I first recommended, I am also thrilled to regularly discover new favorites from the many talented writers continuing the agents’ story. Allow me to introduce a few that have won my heart in the past few years…

Includes must-read stories by @cecilysass, @sisterspooky1013, @leiascully, @silhouetteofacedar, @dreamingofscully & more, plus links to entertaining book club discussions on @audiofanficpod!

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audiofanficpod · 5 months

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The Personal Cost by @phillippadgettwrites

Read by Annie

Please leave the author a comment if you enjoyed their story 😘

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sagan-starstuff · 7 months

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So, attending Philefest broke my brain. I've already been an X-Phile since 1996 at the tender age of 10, but I haven't contributed to the fandom other than lurking, liking, and reading fic in a long time. As in 15 years at least. Being surrounded by my people for the first time in so long reawakened in me the need to be part of an X-Phile community and to create rather than just consume. Other X-Philes, I want to find you and share this beautiful obsession again. No idea what I will bring to the table, but here I am. Hopefully good things to come.

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spookyshipperfics · 6 months

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Discussing the Case

Find it: a03 / Fandom: The X-Files / Rating: Explicit

Part of the Do You Like Scary Movies? series

Tagging @today-in-fic

What is it About? While investigating the Babysitter Killer, the local PD files a misconduct complaint against Scully and Mulder. They swear it’s a misunderstanding, but if they want to keep their jobs, Skinner has to shadow them, ensuring the allegations of “unnecessary touching” and “standing too close together” aren’t true.

This is the First Chapter of Seven:

October 29, 1998 - Washington, D.C.

Skinner closed the conference room door behind him. The bang was louder than intended but not entirely unwarranted. It was too early for this. Mulder and Scully’s antics had interrupted his day before he’d even finished his morning coffee.

He brushed past Arlene with a simple nod. His meeting with the FBI’s head suits zapped any energy for pleasantries. He’d done enough talking already, but, of course, there was more to come.

You’ll need to handle this directly, Skinner.

And he would. He’d handle the fuck out of it as soon as he had more coffee. It was already cold by the time he plopped behind his desk. The cool sip angered him just enough to reach for the misconduct report filed against his agents.

The complaint came from an officer employed by Haddonfield PD. Scully and Mulder were supposed to investigate the supposed return of the infamous Babysitter Killer. Instead, they had allegedly been caught in a compromising situation. According to the report, they appeared to be kissing in an interrogation room, with the male agent “disrobing” before being interrupted.

Skinner brought a hand to his temple. Slow circles did little to relieve the telltale throb of a headache. That was the big accusation. The whammy. The doozy that got him called into a meeting with orders and threats to follow. It wasn’t the only one, though. The officer spelled out other “areas of concern.”

Standing too close together.

Whispering in each other’s ears.

Unnecessary touching.

It wasn’t often the FBI received misconduct reports of this nature from local PD. So, of course, it would involve Mulder and Scully, the two people who probably had more strikes against them than the entirety of the Washington headquarters.

Skinner hadn’t wanted children. Yet, here he sat, a father in some twisted sense. Disciplinary meetings and official reprimands felt a lot like lectures and detentions these days. What was next? PTA meetings? Help with homework?

If he was a surrogate father, he could at least be proud of one of them. Scully was the do-gooder. The pretty doctor with a head on shoulders. The type that blushed when she lied. Mulder was… well… Mulder. The rebel. The truth seeker. The loaded gun. He was a damn good agent, but he also came with heaping piles of trouble. The kind of trouble that wasted his time. That got him called into endless meetings and turned his coffee cold and his blood hot.

Mulder had rubbed off on Scully, and she on him. Their field reports were still messy, but she brought science and softness. She smoothed Mulder’s edges and held him to the ground when he threatened to float away. Skinner saw the way he looked at her. If Mulder had to blow up the world to save Scully, it would be lost to flames in seconds. It’s probably what got them into this fucking mess in the first place.

Kissing in the interrogation room. You’ve got to be kidding me?

Skinner sipped his coffee. The bitterness lingered on his tongue as he reached for the phone. Mulder answered on the second ring.

“It’s Skinner,” he said. “I’m flying out to Haddonfield tomorrow morning, and if you two want to keep your jobs, you better be at the gate holding flowers.”

The drive from the airport had been uncomfortably silent, but it beat the current tension. Skinner had created it. He explained the accusations while parroting the rules and regulations he hoped to God they hadn’t broken.

Agents are forbidden from consorting while on assignment. Any romantic or sexual relationships must be reported. Partnerships that break these rules are subject to reassignment.

Now, the motel room felt stifling. Skinner was sweating. Scully looked miserable, and Mulder was in the first tantrum of what Skinner expected would be many.

“This is ridiculous, sir,” Mulder protested. “Scully and I… we weren’t… we’ve never even kissed.”

Even kissed?

What the hell did that mean? That they wanted to? That they’d done other things but never allowed their lips to meet? He was sweating again. Big, dewy drops he was sure they both could see rolling down his stupid bald head.

Skinner wanted to believe them. But even now, they were sitting on the edge of the bed close enough that their shoulders touched. It didn’t help the cause, and he was thankful when Mulder jumped up to pace the room. He fantasized about clapping him on the back with a Attaboy. Stay the hell away from her so we can all keep our jobs.

“I can corroborate Agent Mulder’s story, sir,” Scully offered. “The officer who filed the report is mistaken.”

“Then explain it,” Skinner demanded.

“My hair got tangled in Agent Mulder’s pin.”

“Pin?”

“My pumpkin pin,” Mulder added. “Well, it’s a lapel, actually.”

Skinner felt another headache coming on. “I don’t care what type of pin it is. Why were you wearing it?”

“Tis the season, sir,” Mulder said as if the answer was so painfully obvious it made him foolish for even wondering.

Scully jumped in before Skinner could put his hands around Mulder’s throat. “In an effort to free my hair, it required Agent Mulder and I to get close. Eventually, he had to remove his suit jacket. I could see how that could be interrupted as kissing and disrobing from the wrong angle.”

“Well,” Skinner started while rubbing his temples. “That may all check out, but there are other complaints.”

Mulder huffed. “Name them.”

Skinner glanced at the report, not that he really needed to. He’d read it so many times it was etched in the grooves of his brain and tattooed on his eyelids. “Standing too close together. Whispering in each other’s ears. Unnecessary touching.”

“Those complaints are unfounded,” Mulder shot back.

“Oh, really? Well, why don’t you walk me through it again, Agent Mulder.”

“As Scully already explained, we were in the interrogation room—”

“Whispering in each other’s ears?” Skinner interjected.

Mulder narrowed his eyes. “Discussing the case. Then, Agent Scully’s hair became entangled with my lapel—”

“Because you were standing too close together?” Skinner tapped the misconduct report for emphasis.

Mulder’s mouth dropped before slamming back shut. Scully’s cheeks turned pink.

“I’m not sure about the unnecessary touching,” Skinner continued, but your stories support the other items on this list.”

“So this is why you came all the way here?” Mulder asked. “To lecture us?”

Skinner suppressed the hysterical laughter threatening to break free. At least he wasn’t the only one to view this relationship as some sort of messy paternal dynamic. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie. “I’m not just here to lecture you. I’m here to shadow you. Where you go, I go. What you do, I write down.”

“You can’t be serious,” Mulder moaned.

“If you two want to keep your jobs, to keep the X-Files, it’s what has to be done. I have people to answer to, too.” Skinner moved for the door, shutting down the conversation—or so he hoped.

“The Babysitter Killer may have returned. We have surveillance to do. Work to accomplish.”

It was Mulder—it was always Mulder. Skinner spun around. His eyes passed over an anxious-looking Scully to bore into her rebellious partner. “The irony isn’t lost on me, Agent Mulder. While you’re hunting down the Babysitter Killer, I’m quite literally stuck on babysitting duty.”

With that, he pushed into the parking lot.

Come say hi on a03 and follow along here.

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spidey-is-tired · 1 year

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Is it purely platonic to call me like, every night?

Summary: Mulder has a nightmare and calls Scully in the middle of the night for help.

Wordcount: 770

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A/N: 'sup! this is my first fic in this fandom and therefore it might not be brilliant yet but practice and all that I was rewatching s1 while writing so this may kinda have s1 vibes/be influenced by that yes the title is from a conan grey song but i just saw it on pinterest and the line reminded me of them

Her phone was ringing.

Her phone was ringing and she was going to kill him.

Scully moved her head slightly, fumbling for her phone before bringing it to her ear, “I’m going to kill you.” She hadn’t even found the motivation to open her eyes yet, but she knew she was going to kill him. A small laugh came from him on the other side of the phone, a little crackly but him all the same.

“I mean it Mulder, if this is an x-file, at—” She paused, finally cracking her eyes open to see her clock, red numbers staring her in the face, 2:47 almost burning her eyes in the inky blackness of her bedroom, “at quarter-to-three in the morning, then I’m going to kill you even more.”

“It isn’t an x-file,” He promised, pausing with a small yawn that she almost recognized from cases. It was the little suppressed yawn, where he didn’t want to reveal how tired he truly was, where he only wanted to keep talking to her about anything in particular, rather than falling asleep.

“Mulder, we have work in about five hours. Is there any way this can wait until we’re in the office?” She rubbed her eyes, letting them fall shut again after a moment. She knew he wouldn’t be talking about anything too important or work-related, or that if it was, he’d bring it up again once they were in the office.

There was a pause almost long enough where if it was any other person she’d assume they’d fallen back asleep, however this was Mulder. “Yeah, we can talk tomorrow.” Scully could hear a small smile in his voice, she could hear the odd shift in his voice.

The pause lasted longer this time, neither of them hung up, even though a sense of finality seemed to come with Mulder’s words.

“What’s going on?” Her voice stayed simple and quiet. Every night since she’d gotten home he’d found some reason to call her, some reason to show up at his apartment. She hadn’t brought it up—neither of them had—she’d assumed it would settle and she found no need for the awkward conversation if there was no point to it.

However now it was almost 3am again, and she was so close to dozing again, lay sideways and letting her phone balance on her ear carefully so that she could remain curled up under her duvet and cozy and she needed to know what was going on with him, so that they could both finally get some rest.

“What d’ya mean?”

She knew he was likely on his couch—she didn’t think he actually even used that bed of his—and that there was a high probability that he hadn’t even changed from his work clothes.

“Mulder,” She said, almost forcing a more stern tone in her voice, hoping that further poking would get him to actually speak to her. “You know what I mean, talk to me or I’m going back to sleep.” She knew that he likely knew that was an empty threat, she didn’t care though. There was the possibility she was going to fall asleep by accident anyway on the phone to him.

Silence rang out again.

“I needed to know you were still here.” The simplicity of the statement hung heavier than anything he could’ve said and it clicked.

“I’m here.” She said, her voice returning to the more gentle tone, “I’m not going anywhere, Mulder.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” She repeated. “But I am hoping to go to sleep, however, if it’s any comfort to you, I can leave the phone on until you fall asleep. So you know I’m still here,” She suggested.

“You don’t have to Scully, I don’t mind leaving you to sleep. It was stupid and I know you’re okay—I know you’re there.” He sounded almost defensive.

“I know, but just so you can sleep.” She argued, despite having absolutely no energy to argue and hoping that he was also tired enough that he’d simply cave. He’d been plagued with nightmares as long as he knew her—probably longer—but since her abduction he seemed to be barely sleeping—if at all. She wasn’t certain this could help, but she got the feeling this would ease his worries at least slightly.

“You sure you’ll be able to sleep too?”

“If I can’t, I will hang up on you.”

“Alright,” He laughed slightly and softly, “Goodnight, Scully.”

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

She focused on his soft breathing on the other end of the line as she peacefully drifted back to sleep.

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muldermuse · 5 months

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Hallöchen!

Will it be okay for you to write a nsfw sequel to “reader gets jealous of Fox’s new coworker” headcanon? That ending was perfection 🤌🏼

PS Love love love your writing and can’t wait for spooky season fics 💗

the fact that i will never get to make out with Fox Mulder in his dingy basement </3333

nsfw belowwwwwww

(also this is the hc that was referenced in the ask!!! i love u all tysm for sending things through)

Fox had been working a new case, Scully was off so he had this new agent with him…and god, she was gorgeous. A bright smile, beautifully styled hair and her shirt and skirt combo was pressed within an inch of it’s life. She was called Amber and yes, she was gorgeous- she was also rude. A rude person. A rude person who was currently staring at your fiancee like he was a slice of cake.

You brought her and Fox a coffee (you’d learned from your interactions with Agent Wilson), Fox smiled and thanked you as he took a sip of his usual flat white. Amber didn’t take a sip, she politely smiled but did not make eye contact with you. She didn’t thank you. A lot of these things may sound petty but in this moment; you decided you had to do something.

You manage to leave your desk early so you can be there for when Fox and Amber are leaving the basement. She confirms with a wink that she’ll be there for 9am sharp and Fox politely agrees with a smile as he wraps you into his arms and asks you about your day. You do not miss the way Amber’s eyes track your body up and down before she leaves. You can practically smell the jealousy coming off her body.

To be honest, it kinda makes you feel primal. He’s your fiancee, you wear your engagement ring every day, Fox’s desk has two framed pictures of you and Amber definitely knows about your relationship. So, even though you have already made your relationship clear to one co-worker, you realise you need to go nuclear with this one.

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The plan starts in the morning, whilst Fox is showering and brushing his teeth, you apply your dewy make up and put his favourite lipstick on. You time it perfectly to ensure that when Fox is leaving the shower (with a towel hanging loosely around his waist) he sees you bent over your vanity in your garter and suspenders. Fox has never been shy about how much he loves them, when he goes down on you he asks if you can put just them on with no underwear so he can feel the nylon of the tights pressed against his ears. You clock his expression in the mirror as he realises how you’re dressed. Before he can see your smirking reflection in the mirror, his naked body is pressed against you.

“Baby, you can’t do this- we have to go to work” He presses slow kisses to the back of your neck as you continue to dab on your lipstick “How am I supposed to work knowing you’ve got this on all day”.

You know the plan is stupid. Really stupid and like something from an awful porno- but as Fox slept soundly last night, you ran through the plan in your head and you’re fully committed to it.

You run your hands through his damp hair and press your chest close to his; feeling his heart rate accelerating with the skin to skin contact. You move your hands down to his waist and run your fingers lightly over his towelled waist.

“I’m not sure baby…you’re just going to have to try really really hard” You softly bite his neck and push his towel down, your hand passes gently over his hard dick. He moans into the touch and kisses you deeply. You make eye contact with a smirk.

“I need to get to the office early today so you’ve got 5 minutes” You press a quick kiss to his lips as you scamper off. Fully aware of how great your ass looks with the garter and suspenders. You know you have Fox wrapped around your finger at this point.

Fox drives to the office and the tension is high, he keeps his hand on your thigh throughout the drive and keeps rubbing his thumb higher and higher. You can’t help as you move in your seat and moan softly into his touch. As he parks up, he kisses you and gently slips his tongue into your mouth. He goes to open his door but before he can leave, you kiss the side of his face and whisper into his ear that you forgot to put panties on this morning. Fox looks at you dumbstruck as you exit the car and head to the elevator to take you to the basement.

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All this planning had lead to the moment that Amber walks in. You’re obviously not fucking over Fox’s desk (although it was highly tempting, it was also a lil bit unprofessional) but to be honest, the scene she walks into is just as intimate. Fox’s shirt and your skirt have been thrown onto the ground as you straddled him on his office chair. You were pressing deep kisses to his neck and feeling his moans leave his mouth. He has one hand grabbing your ass and the other one tangled in your hair to push you deeper into his neck.

It’s highly compromising.

It’s private.

It’s fucking perfect.

You know it’s Amber by the gasp and the sound of two disposable coffees being dropped on the floor in shock. “Oh my god-Fox I’ll give you a minute”. The door quickly slams shut as Fox kisses you in apology.

“Fuck baby, I’m so sorry…I knew she was coming in early just…time got away from me I suppose” He grabs your skirt from the floor and throws it at you, both of you trying to hold back giggling as you quickly dress in an attempt to look professional- despite what you’ve both just been caught doing.

Fox pulls you into a kiss before he goes to sit down, he goes to wipe the smudged eye make up from your under eye but you stop him before he gets chance. The smirk on your lips seemingly reveals your sordid plan. Fox smirks back at you, he pulls you into a deep kiss as he grabs your ass with both hands, he murmurs against your lips “Pretty good revenge plan baby”.

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agentwhalesong · 1 year

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Breakfast

Her backside on the cold marble of the kitchen sink only arouses her more as he desperately fills her with himself, his cock touching every nerve ending it can find on its way in. Has she ever moaned like this, completely out of control of her own voice?

He is watching every move her hip makes, groaning as she brings him even deeper by hooking her legs around his waist, heels pressing softly against his lower back. His eyes seem to turn from dark green to dark orange – the most beautiful fire she has ever seen – when she reaches between them, slowly caresses her clit, and lets out a lustful sigh as he grips her thigh in response.

“So good, so, so good”, he breathes out, pumping into her once more, making her close her eyes at last and bury her nails into his biceps.

They are still getting to know each other’s bodies like this, seeing what the mind could only imagine before, touching with the sole intention of getting a reaction in return. Even so, they are almost always so in sync that it seems they have been doing this for longer than just two weeks.

He pulls out a little, stills his movements, dedicates his mouth to her neck, taking his time. His tongue reaches her ear, explores all her sensory receptors, almost makes her burst right there.

"I need you to be inside me when I come", she hums, grazing her teeth down his cheek..

She moves her hip forward, urging him to slide back in and give her the release she needs.

He groans as her cunt welcomes him back, throbs around his cock, sends waves of electricity throughout her body and probably his, too.

She wants this to last forever, but she knows she has to let go, just let the feeling overwhelm her to the point she forgets her own name.

He buries himself to the hilt, holds her in place as he thrusts faster, as he fucks her the way she has always wanted him to fuck her.

And it's the realization that her fantasy has impossibly come true that does the trick. She cries out as her body shudders, as one of his hands holds one of her breasts and kneads it while he goes after his own orgasm. She helps him get there by meeting him thrust for thrust, even though her body is threatening not to obey her anymore. She can't get enough, that’s the truth.

She gyrates her hips once, twice, three times. He is coming so hard inside of her that he lets out the loudest moan she has ever heard from him while visibly trying to avoid collapsing on top of her.

It takes them both some time to catch their breaths, to sadly unglue their bodies, but when it happens, a huge smile takes over their faces as they rest – Scully sitting properly onto the sink now and Mulder standing in front of her, between her still open legs.

He leans forward, kisses her lips softly, pushes some tousled hair behind her ear, strokes her jaw with his thumb.

“I believe we came here for breakfast, didn’t we?,” he smirks, before kissing her again.

“Best breakfast I’ve ever had,” she replies, brushing her lips on his as she speaks.

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The Declaration

WC: 973 | MSR New Relationship Fluff | A03

Summary: Despite their relationship being fairly new, Mulder blurts out three words to Scully.

Tagging: @today-in-fic

Staring into the motel mirror while brushing her teeth, Scully noted the darkened circles forming under her eyes. This had been a challenging case for them both, keeping long hours and having to work the investigation separately to cover more ground. Catching the killer was bittersweet as they hadn't managed to do it in time to save the last victim, a fact that Mulder was taking particularly hard. Mulder’s quiet consternation at dinner had her concerned and sleep would be elusive if she didn’t check on him before bed. Knocking on the door to their adjoining room, expecting to see him watching tv in bed, Scully was surprised to find Mulder sitting on the motel room’s chair in the dark. No television on, just Mulder staring forlorn into the darkness. Glad she listened to her intuition, Scully turned on the bedside lamp and made her way over to Mulder.

“Mulder, are you okay?”

“I’m feeling just a little disenfranchised with the world and my role in it.”

“What happened today wasn’t your fault Mulder, you did everything you could to stop it.”

Scully ran her fingers through his hair and tilted his head back so he was looking at her in the eye.

“Sometimes I just feel like I’m tipping windmills, Scully.”

“Are you going to start singing The Man from La Mancha?”

“I’m not that dire-”

With a heavy sigh Mulder tried to force a weak smile but ended up in a pout. On impulse Scully pushed her mouth onto his with the sole aim of kissing the pout off his beautiful lips. As she pulled away, Scully wondered just how many times before they were together had she fantasized about kissing his pouty lips? Mulder’s surprised smile at her kiss definitely exceeded her fantasies.

“What was that for?”

“Do I need a reason?” Scully said, kissing him again quickly.

“You most certainly do not,” Mulder replied while wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her neck. After a few moments Scully pushed back, ready to break Mulder’s bear hug.

“Alright Mulder, I’m heading to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Stay?”

“Mulder, we shouldn’t. I’ve got to be up early to finish up the paperwork on the autopsies before we leave.”

“I just want to cuddle-“

It’s Mulder’s sad puppy dog eyes that change her mind, he needs this contact.

“Alright, but let’s go to bed now.”

And with that they make their way to their respective sides of the bed, and get comfy. Mulder spoons Scully tight, kissing her softly under her ear and whispers goodnight. Scully kisses his hands and whispers the same. Mulder’s tight embrace has the effect of a weighted blanket and they both drift easily into a deep slumber.

While sleeping together is fairly new, they’ve managed to find a variety of different positions, ranging from separate sides of the beds with one of Mulder’s limbs making contact with Scully, to Scully waking up sleeping on Mulder’s chest- using him like a human body pillow. This is the first time she’s woken up to his tight embrace and she marvels at how comfortable it actually is. Were anyone else to hold her like this she’d definitely feel claustrophobic. Shifting her head she checks the time on the motel’s alarm clock. 5:30am, no time to sleep in if she wants to get to the Coroner's office.Trying her best not to wake her sleeping partner, Scully squirms her way out of his hold, amused to see his arm automatically chase after her. With his eyes closed but still facing her Mulder sleepily mumbles “where are you going?”

“Gotta get ready for work Mulder.”

He mutters a sad sleepy acknowledgement of her statement, and Scully can’t resist kissing him goodbye first. “I’ll meet you for breakfast at 9?”

Mulder groans in the affirmative and puckers up for another kiss which Scully obliges with an eye roll. ‘Give this man an inch’ she thinks as she scratches the hairs on his neck.

“Love you,” Mulder breathes out as his body prepares to go back to sleep.

“Me too”, Scully says a little robotically and hastily makes her way out of the room.

Showered and dressed Scully takes note of the big smile on her face. Internally she cringes at herself for being so missish, but she’s got it bad. In past relationships she had fretted and worried about saying ‘I love you’, whether it was too early or not fully requited on her part. While this was not the first time that they had said those words to each other, often in times of mortal peril, it was the first time it was said since they were officially a couple. Trust Mulder to casually blurt it out as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The smile on Scully’s face grew larger as she realized that loving Mulder felt very natural to her. This was not a new love between them, the depths were rooted deeply in the years of their partnership, but Scully had been concerned that a lot of the shine of starting a new relationship would be absent. However, the newness came in finally being able to express their feelings so freely- without any catastrophic events preceding, and Scully had to admit it was pretty great.

Popping her head into his adjoining room one last time before leaving, Scully melted a little when she saw the huge grin plastered on his face as he laid in bed. Unable to resist saying it again, Scully announced she was going, punctuating her goodbyes with “I love you, Mulder.”

Without missing a beat Mulder responded with “love you more,” earning him a groan and an eye roll from Scully as she made her way over to kiss him goodbye for the third time that morning.

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jodithann827 · 11 days

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One Night Stand (Revised)

9/13

This chapter is rated teen/ Ao3/ @today-in-fic

Ray’s Deli

Saturday, April 17 1993

*Ding Ding*

The ringing of the bell on the door announces their presence. Walking into the small deli, Emma lodged on one hip, Scully pauses, searching. She spots him, sitting across the room at a small corner table, out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the lunchtime rush. She steadily makes her way towards him and notices a small high chair in place of where a chair should be. Her heart melts, just a bit, realizing he purposefully sought out one for Emma to sit in. He stands as she approaches.

“Hey Scully,” he greets her, a sheepish grin on his face. She thinks it’s adorable, him being cautious, not fully sure how he should act around her now. She gently places Emma into the high chair before gathering some small toys to occupy her. She then focuses on herself, removing her jacket, a lightweight spring one that she places over the back of her chair.

“Hi Mulder, thanks for grabbing the high chair for her,” she offers him a wide smile. Smiling back, he nods, but his eyes wander to Emma, they are magnetized to her face. All he can do is stare. He saw her last night, but it’s as though he’s really and truly seeing her for the first time today. She’s enchanting, the most beautiful child he’s ever seen.

“Emmy, do you remember my friend from last night? Mulder? Can you say hi” Scully prompts the child, gently combing two fingers through her hair. Emma briefly looks up, acknowledging her mother said something to her but then is right back to her toys.

“She’s pretty shy around new people,” Scully explains, grabbing a menu to decide her order. It’s a tactic and she knows it. She frequents this deli enough to know the menu by heart, but having it close gives her something to do with her trembling hands. Mulder nods in recognition and they are quickly interrupted by a well-intentioned waitress, wanting to take their orders. Once the minutiae of ordering is out of the way, they stare at each other, a bit awkwardly, not knowing who should break the silence first.

“When’s her birthday?” Mulder finally asks, unable to handle the silence. He figures it a fairly easy question.

Scully takes a sip of water before answering. “February 15th. She was born in the middle of a blizzard. Some 6 inches of snow on the ground when I went to the hospital.”

“When did you find out?” he asks without elaborating, knowing she knows.

“About six weeks after. There was a stomach bug going around, so I thought I was sick. I was training at Quantico, pushing myself to the brink so I thought it was exhaustion on top of possibly having a bug. My friend Ellen, the one who I was at the bar with that evening, she’s the one who suggested I take a test. I was floored when it came back positive.”

“We were careful, Scully,” he blurts, then lowers his head, embarrassed if anyone overheard him. He looks ashamed, but she gives him a forgiving smile.

“I know Mulder, I was there,” she tells him softly. She realizes she'd been living the life for over two years, while he was just given the information yesterday. Understandably, he needs time to comprehend, to adjust. “Condoms aren’t one hundred percent effective.” She looks at him, looking at Emma, who had abandoned her toys in favor of the crayons and paper that were within her reach.

“Look, Mulder, I know we’re in a strange situation. It is weird and difficult, and awkward as hell. It’s a life that you may or may not have imagined yourself in. I just want you to know that I am ok. Emma is okay. It took a while for us to get to this place, but we are. We are happy and healthy and living our lives. We don’t need anything,” she hopes she doesn’t sound harsh, as it’s certainly not her intention. She wants him to understand that she doesn’t need anything from him.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asks.

“You just did,” she smiles, her attempts at lightening the mood fall slightly flat with the arrival of the waiter and their food. Scully busies herself tending to Emma, cutting her food, and moving the toys. She turns to look at Mulder. “Of course, Mulder, you can ask me anything.”

“If you knew how to get ahold of me, would you have?” He waits for her answer, which comes immediately as the words leave his mouth.

“I never would have kept anything from you. You know, even before I found out I was pregnant, the day after we met, I went through my apartment with a fine tooth comb, looking for anything, any clue, that would give a glimpse as to your identity. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find anything, and it’s not like I could use the FBI database to find you, though nothing would have come up, William,” she emphasizes with a slight laugh. “I wanted to tell you so badly, Mulder. That night we had, it was amazing and I tried to deny the connection, if I’m being honest, because it terrified me. Never in a million years did I expect any of this to happen, even though she’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.” She pauses, ruffling Emma’s hair. In turn, Emma provides a fistful of pancakes into Scully’s mouth, which makes Mulder bark out a surprised laugh. Emma, understanding she did something funny, attempts to do it again, much to Scully’s amusement.

After wiping her syrupy face, Scully continues. “Look, Mulder, when you sat in that hotel room in Oregon and disclosed everything you’d been through with Samantha, well it made me realize that I couldn’t dump this situation on you, not that Em is a situation, but you know what I mean. You have so much going on with your work and your search for the truth. You said it yourself; nothing else matters–”

“But Scully,” he interrupts. She holds a hand up, indicating she’s not finished. Her voice is steady and even when she continues.

“I love my job, but Emma is my world, my everything. She comes first in my life, no matter what. I live and breathe for her and we have a pretty good life going for us. She’s not lacking anything. My intent is not for you to feel like you need to step in or step up. I’m going to leave it up to you, but I don’t want you to feel pressure. If you want to be in her life as my friend and co-worker, that’s fine. If you want to be cool Uncle Mulder, that’s okay too. If you decide that you want to be a father to her, I won’t stop you. But the one thing I absolutely will not tolerate is having her hurt by significant people going in and out of her life,” she pauses to let him digest the information and after a moment passes, she adds, “I don’t want an answer from you right now. It’s a big decision and I want you to take some time to think about it.”

He hears Scully’s words, but can’t help his continued gaze at Emma. Deep in his heart, he knows he’s already falling in love with her. He acknowledges Scully’s words with a slight nod, not trusting his voice.

“It might change our working relationship or this friendship we seem to be developing, but I’m willing to try and figure it out if it’s something you want,” she tells him.

“Scully,” he says, finally finding his forgotten voice. She looks at him, her skeptical gaze searing into Mulder’s memory. He pushes forward with his request. “I’d like to spend the day with you ladies if that’s okay. Scully looks at Emma, who’s polished off most of her pancakes, at least the ones she didn’t feed to Scully, smiles, and nods.

Scully Residence

Saturday, April 17 1993

Exhaustion. He feels it from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Every body part aches and he feels as though he could sleep a million hours. But his heart is full, bursting at the seams. He nurses a beer as he sinks further into Scully’s couch and thinks about the day he had. Once they’d finished lunch it was decided that an adventure to the local park was needed. At first, Mulder was hesitant. Mr. ‘willing to jump into any dangerous situation that crossed his path’ was nervous about playing with a small child. He’d sat back and watched Scully interact with her daughter; his daughter; their daughter. She’d pushed her on the swing, crawled up the plaything, down the slide, and chased her around the woodchips. He wasn’t sure who his eye was drawn to more, Emma or her mother. He would have been content to sit there all day, just watching them in their blissful happiness.

Out of the blue, Emma toddled up to him, grasped his pinky finger, which dwarfed her microscopic hand, and attempted to pull him to the swings. “Push,” she demanded with a giggle. Mulder had looked at Scully, looking for permission. The mega-wat smile on her face was all he needed. He lifted Emma, placed her on the rough material, and started pushing. He was overcome with joy, as well as astonishment. He couldn’t believe how light and little she was. She clapped her hands and squealed with the delight of a child on a summer day each time Mulder’s hand connected with her back. Every so often, he would turn to face Scully, needing assurance that he was still doing okay, and each time he was rewarded with a smile.

After their romp at the park, Mulder suggested a quest for ice cream, which delighted Emma. He wasn’t sure if more of the melted cone ended up in the little one’s stomach or on her face and clothing. The icing on the proverbial cake was when Emma decided to reenact feeding Scully and Scully ended up with melted chocolate ice cream on her face and in her hair, and though she tried to be annoyed, she laughed right along with Mulder and Emma. Without thinking, Mulder took a napkin and dapped at the sticky substance on her cheek. He couldn’t get over how natural the day had felt.

Squeals of delight brought him back to the present. Scully was bathing Emma, possibly unsuccessfully if the sounds coming from the bathroom were any indication. It sounded more like an exuberant playtime. What am I going to do, he thinks to himself while he waits for them to finish. Knowing he has a monumental decision to make, he takes another sip of beer. It’s a two-fold problem. No, problem isn’t the right term because any fool would be lucky to be in his shoes. But it was an issue he had to address, sooner rather than later. He’s a father, and nothing would change that. Emma had already captured his heart with her soft eyes, warm smile, and joyful attitude. If it was just about Emma, his choice would be easy. But who’s he kidding? None of this is easy. There’s Emma, and then there’s Scully. He’d be lying to himself if he admitted he didn’t think about that night often. How easily they communicated that night, how much fun they had, and how mindblowing the sex was. He was also really enjoying working with her on the X-files. She challenged him in ways he’d never been challenged before. She made him think and work for his theories. How sustainable would the partnership be? Would he be able to be a father to his child and just be a friend to her mother? There were so many questions racing through his mind.

“I started to put her down,” her voice startles him. He turns to see Scully, holding a pajama-clad Emma. “She keeps saying ‘Mudder’ so I’m thinking she wants to say goodnight to you.” Emma reaches out her arms to Mulder as Scully comes closer and Mulder’s arms automatically lift to receive her.

“Goodnight sweet Emma,” he nuzzles into her cheek.

“Night Mudder,” her sweet voice carries through the room. She yawns and snuggles into his chest, her eyelids heavy and her thumb going straight into her mouth.

“Do you want to put her to bed?” Scully asks in a hushed tone. He nods and stands, ever so carefully, a man holding the most precious gift, and follows Scully to Emma’s room. He places her, softly, into her crib. Instinctively, he kisses his fingers and then places them onto Emma’s cheek, before smoothing her hair out of her face. They carefully back out of the room and retreat to the front of Scully’s apartment, Scully, in search of a glass of wine, and Mulder, in search of his half-finished beer.

Once enveloped in the couch, Scully lets out a monstrous yawn after giving Mulder a shy and apologetic smile. “I love her so much, but she can be exhausting at times.” Mulder gives her a skeptical glance and redacts her statement. “Okay, all of the time.” Mulder nods approvingly.

They sit in silence for a while before Mulder praises her. “I don’t know how you do it, Scully. I barely survived the day.”

“You get used to it and it helps that she is a good girl. My family helped out a lot in the beginning. They still help a lot since I am working more now,” she explains.

“Will you…” he starts but trails off. He hesitates, watching her sip her wine.

Sensing his trepidation, she gives an encouraging nod. “What, Mulder? Ask me, it’s okay. I told you I would tell you anything.” Her voice is soft and reassuring.

“Would you feel comfortable enough to tell me about her birth? I don’t mean the details, you don’t have to share those, but maybe just the experience?” Scully is taken by surprise. The request is the furthest thing she thought he would ask. Smiling, she nods and takes his hand. Then she begins.

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The Ship questions - Mulder & Scully, #15. 🤩👽

I was so excited when I got this ask! I haven't written for Moose and Squirrel in ages. Thank you, friend.

I hope you enjoy. This is what I came up with.

Based on this prompt list (I'm still taking requests!)

Scully watched he scenery slide by in green/blue flashes. They’d been driving for ages. Her tattoo itched, but she couldn’t discreetly scratch it without Mulder noticing, and it was still a sore spot for him.

Ed Jerse was a sore spot for him.

She couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said to her…his rebuttal to her rightful assertion that it was her life and she could do whatever the hell she wanted. She pursed her lips, still gazing out the window as the world zoomed by. “Yes but it’s my—“ What? My what, exactly?

She chanced a glance at him. His plump lips were working on a sunflower seed. It was a disgusting habit, and she’d never had the gumption to tell him. He was spitting the shells in little cup he held between his legs.

“Jesus, Mulder. Can you toss those out the window?” Her brow was furrowed…she could feel an indescribable need to be cross with him…to pick a fight. She couldn’t scratch the tattoo, but she could do this.

Mulder looked over at her, his eyes narrowed. He made a show of working the shell out of his mouth and holding it between his lips. He cracked it with his teeth and spit it into the cup.

“No,” he said tersely. He stepped on the gas with a little more gusto, barely imperceptible, but she noticed. He kept his eyes on the road, hands tight on the wheel, little cup of sunflower seed shells stuck between his legs.

She sighed, resting her head against the window. They had hours to go, and she could use a stop…some fresh air to clear her head. Mulder’s simmering anger and annoyance at her lapse in judgement with Ed Jerse was making the confines of the car claustrophobic.

“What’s your problem, anyway?” Mulder asked her, his jaw tight. Scully whipped her head around. “I’m not the one with the problem,” she spat.

Mulder guided the car off the road and slammed it into park. He was deathly quiet. He put the cup of sunflower seeds in the cupholder, leaving the car to idle.

Scully rolled her eyes and opened the door. She paced beside it on the grassy shoulder. There was nothing but fields of green for miles…they were in bum-fuck-nowhere looking into a supposed miracle birth. Again, his idea, not hers.

She had her hands on her hips. It was hot. A bead of sweat rolled down her back, further irritating the tattoo. She heard the car door slam and closed her eyes.

“Talk to me, Scully.”

She whipped around, hands balled into fists. She was vibrating with so much pent-up anger she wasn’t even sure she could form words. Mulder stepped forward, closing the space between them. He was wary of getting too close, so he stood looming over her. He was so stupidly handsome and tall, she thought. It only pissed her off more.

“What did you mean to say, Mulder. 'It’s my what?'” She looked up at him, eyes softening a little. The sun was behind him, and it threw his shadow between them. “What claim do you have over me? We are work partners. That’s all.”

A muscle in his jaw clenched, and if she didn’t know better, she would’ve thought he was still eating sunflower seeds. But they were in the car, which was still idling.

“I thought we had an understanding,” he mumbled in that sultry bedroom voice of his. It made a different type of heat unspool in her belly.

She pursed her lips, mouth turning down at the corners. “I don’t know what you mean, Mulder. You’re not making any sense.” Her anger had abated. She was tired. Hot and tired.

Mulder, closed the distance between them, a large hand on her upper arm. His hazel eyes were darker than usual. He spun her around, pressing her front to the side of the car.

“Lemme see it,” he gritted out. “I want to see it.”

Scully swallowed, pulse racing. “Mulder—“

His fingers toyed with the edge of her shirt, asking for permission. She swallowed. “Go ahead,” she said tightly. “If that’s what you want.”

She felt the warm breeze hit her skin as he lifted her shirt in back. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her pants, and she couldn’t hide the little gasp that escaped her lips.

He pulled them down just an inch, revealing the ouroborus.

She was trembling. She had her hands braced over the car’s hot metal roof. The burn on her palms distracted her from the burn between her legs.

Mulder thumbed over it, gathering the sweat that he collected there. He pursed his lips. “It’s peeling,” he said dispassionately.

Scully swallowed. “Yeah,” she said.

Mulder stared at it a few more moments before he pulled her shirt down. He placed his hand on her back, a small press of apology. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I take a lot for granted. I take you for granted,” he muttered.

Scully held her breath. She pushed off the car and turned around to look at him. His eyes were wet. Her previous anger had left her drained and shaky. She reached out and placed her hand on his arm. “Come on Mulder. Let’s get back on the road.”

Mulder nodded. His long strides took him to the driver’s side in just a few steps. Before climbing in, he took the cup of sunflower seeds and poured them out onto the ground. They were back on the road without a word, miles of green farmland stretched out in front of them.

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