#txf fic

happy halloween! I wrote a werewolf!Scully fic (well, the first chapter of it anyways). enjoy! or don't. I'm not your dad.

Fox Mulder x Female!Reader Blurb

͙͘͡★ walks through forest preserves on unmarked paths in oversized rain jackets, fighting off swarms of bugs and humidity

⋆ “we’re going to get malaria out here,” you mumble, swatting a buzzing mosquito

⋆ “if we’re lucky,” fox grins

͙͘͡★ wearing his white dress shirts to bed, buttons undone at the collar and your navel

⋆ fox unbuttoning it the rest of the way with slow, warm hands in the middle of the night with you under the jersey sheets

͙͘͡★ taking his glasses off while you’re kissing

͙͘͡★ pumpkin patches in the fall

⋆ grainy Polaroids of him holding a pumpkin in one hand, mouth pressed in a reluctant smile because no one’s cared to get a picture of him like this since he was kid, and the feeling’s overwhelming

⋆ carving said pumpkin together

⋆ listening to his incessant lore and rambles about Halloween, waving the serrated pumpkin knife in his hand, spewing intelligence on the creatures of the night, serial killers from the 70’s and 80’s

͙͘͡★ laying on the couch, his head nestled into your chest in the low lamplight while you read esoteric books like The Occult, Chaos, The UFO Experience, The Exorcist Files, Strange Energies & Hidden Powers and he chimes in with his own theories, disapprovals, and firsthand encounters with the third kind

͙͘͡★ watching black and white films on a rainy day, the apartment lit by pillar candles, the oven still radiating heat from the chocolate chip cookies you made from scratch

⋆ his lounge-mussed hair, the cookie crumb on his soft bottom lip, the wry little smile he gives when he catches you staring

⋆ the end days in long tangled limbs, forgotten movies, and the couch creaking its protest

͙͘͡★ waking up in the middle of the night to find him gone. not gone-gone, but… out of bed.

⋆ you go to the balcony, where you know you’ll find him

⋆ you do

⋆ he sits on the ground, long legs folded, head tipped up towards the sky, the city light hiding what’s up there looking back at him

⋆ neither of you say anything. you already know. he knows you know. it’s okay that you see, that you’re here

⋆ you sit on the ground beside him, planks cold on your rear, but Fox’s side is warm and welcoming and he wraps you in an arm like he’s scared they might beam you away, too

͙͘͡★ fox brings you back a new kitschy t-shirt from every case that leads him out of town

͙͘͡★ as a gag, you get him a sticker

⋆ Mothman ate my ass

⋆ his brows shoot up, reading it again, three times for good measure

⋆ amusement brightening his face, mouth fighting an upward turn, he says, “mothman is a harbinger of misfortune. what depraved purpose would eating ass serve?”

⋆ you shrug, “death omens need to have a little fun, too,” you guess

͙͘͡★ late night walks to the library, fingers loosely laced as you stroll along, neither of you in a hurry to end the night so quickly

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Mulder's anger followed them all the way back to the office, and after hours of wrapping up the case and filling out paperwork, she's about done with it. He didn't say a word at the scene, nor on the drive back, but she can hear him inhaling behind her now.

"What the hell, Scully."

Not a question, not really, and for a second she considers simply ignoring him. There's not much left to do here for her, it's a matter of stuffing files into her bag and getting out as fast as humanly possible—she knows him, though. Knows he won't just let it rest, knows he isn't asking a question as much as starting a fight.

"I did my job," she tells him, back to the door and busy sorting through the mess on the desk. No one was shot, no one was seriously hurt, and everyone's walking away from it with minimal damage. Considering the circumstances, she performed a damn miracle. Yet all he cares about—

"You were reckless, what the hell were you thinking, offering yourself up like that?"

Mulder is pacing now, and she knows the expression on his face without turning around, knows the tension coiling in his shoulders, knows that he doesn't care about what she was thinking. All he can see is her and the gun pointed at her head.

Despite that, she sighs, palms pressed to the wood, nails biting into it, and tries to explain it anyway.

"She was scared, I wasn't; it's as simple as that. Did you even notice her? How terrified she was?"

Because she did. Everyone was staring at the guy with the gun, the woman pressed to his chest as a human shield was little more than a secondary goal. Save her, sure, but more importantly, get him.

Scully has seen hostages die, collateral damage written off as a minor mistake to be avoided next time, and this time, she could actually do something about it.

"What?"

"Melinda. Melinda Scott, that's her name. Or was she nothing but a nameless hostage to you? Unfortunate collateral?"

Her nails are going to leave marks, knuckles fading until they're white as bone. If she looks at him now, she's going to lose whatever remains of her self-control, and it won't be pretty.

Behind her, he stops walking, his gaze burning holes into her back.

"Of course I care about her, you're just—"

"—more important than her? Is that it? I. Did. My. Job. And I did it well. This is your problem, stop trying to make it mine."

Scully expects him to bite back, to argue, to push and push and push until she breaks, like he tends to do lately. Instead, she hears him take a deep breath, then another, and some of the tension leaves her, too, until her palms lie flat against the desk again.

This is new.

"Look, I'm not—I don't know. Can we just drop it and pretend we never fought about it?"

No. "Fine, sure," she sighs, rolling her eyes. "Whatever."

With mildly aching joints, she returns to gathering the paperwork she wants to take home, managing to compile a neat stack before he starts talking again. She grabs her bag from the floor, still pointedly not looking at him, and fits them inside with minimal creasing; almost free. Unfortunately, Mulder remains between her and the door.

"You're angry with me," he says slowly, "more so than usual."

Straightening up, Scully closes the clasp and hangs her bag across her shoulder, already digging for the car keys in her left coat pocket.

"Go home, Mulder."

When she finally turns around, she tries her damnedest to look beside him into the hallway, but he easily steps into her line of sight. Tilting her head back to meet his eyes is instinct, a reflex tuned so finely that not doing it is like holding her breath, and she's all out of air.

Worry and confusion are covering the remains of his quickly fading anger, and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from pushing right past him.

"You willingly put yourself in danger, that's all. That's why I'm upset. What I don't get is why you're...," he stops, lifts his hand and then drops it again just as quickly. "Angry."

God, she just wants to go home. In the corner of her eye, she catches him moving his hand again, but he's quick to abort that attempt when her jaw tightens, her head moving side to side exactly once. At least he still knows how to read her. How easily she could lose herself in him again, one moment of distraction, and she's gone.

"We have a dangerous job, Mulder. Stop trying to tell me how to do it."

Impatience is giving her voice an edge, the undercurrent of rage neither new nor different than usual. Today, he just happened to notice it right when she did not want him to. She cannot remember the last time he looked at her this softly. It makes her want to run.

"Dangerous is one thing, you were reckless. Scully, you could have gotten yourself killed."

His genuine concern activates her fight-or-flight instinct in a way she did not foresee nor planned for, and she blames what comes out of her mouth next on a primal desperation to get away. Away from this room, his feelings, the eyes she is drowning in, the potential of her mask cracking and leaving her bare.

It's the truth, but that doesn't matter.

"Actually, what tends to almost get me killed is you."

A low blow. A low fucking blow, but it works. Mulder flinches like he's been hit, somehow managing to hold her gaze even as he scrambles to get the guilt seeping out of him under control. Collateral damage.

mulder/other, scully/other

Mulder and Scully were in the office, finishing up paperwork from their last case. They were working diligently and quietly, as per usual. They were model FBI agents and both had been Employee of the Month twice.

"Scully, we should go on a double date sometime," Mulder suggested out of the blue.

"A double date?"

"Yeah, now that we both are dating people, it might be fun."

"Fun?" Scully questioned. She wasn't sure it would be fun, but it would definitely be unprofessional. She might have to consult the employee handbook first.

"Come on, Scully, I know it's unlike us to socialize outside of work and we have set really good boundaries in our partnership, but maybe we should cut loose sometime."

Scully considered it and then agreed. "Fine. Where do you want to go?"

"There's this new restaurant that opened up - I'll get you the address. Does Friday at 7 work?"

"Sure, Mulder, we'll be there."

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A few days later, Scully entered the restaurant and made her way to the table where Mulder and Phoebe were already seated. After Phoebe's exceptional assistance on the arsonist case a year back, she and Mulder had rekindled their long lost university romance and had been inseparable ever since. Mulder made it a point to leave the office every day at 5 pm, and he never worked on the weekends. He was a doting boyfriend, but also never let his personal life affect their work.

"Hey, Scully, where's Carl?" Mulder asked once she approached the table.

"Oh, he's finishing up a cigarette outside. He may be a smoker but he thinks it's rude to smoke indoors."

"That's so considerate of him," Phoebe chimed in.

"He's really great," Scully beamed. "He was happy to take a break from his novel tonight."

"Once he's published, you'll have to get us some signed copies of the book," Mulder requested.

Scully wondered if this request was overstepping their professional boundaries. She spent a lot of time at Human Resources going over the employee handbook, so she had a pretty good idea of what was allowed between FBI partners. But she might email her representative on Monday, just to be sure. As long as the books were under $25, she was probably in the clear.

Carl finally arrived and took his seat at their table. He was an older gentleman, but distinguished in looks and character. As a rule Scully only dated men at least 25 years older than her. She liked that they could get the senior discount when they went to the movies. Unfortunately, the FBI didn't pay very well. Another complaint to her HR rep, she noted in her head.

The conversation between the four was pleasant. They didn't talk about work because it would be unprofessional to discuss cases outside of the office but instead chatted about the weather, politics, movies and tv shows they had seen. Scully found it absolutely riveting. She was often bored at work and needed to be challenged more. But debating whether spring would come early or late this year was right up her alley.

She was surprised that her, Mulder, Phoebe, and Carl got along so well. When Carl left for another smoke break, Phoebe turned to Scully with a mischievous look in her eye and wagged her finger between the two work partners.

"Fox always denies it, but I know you'll be truthful, Dana. Anything ever go on between you two?"

Scully's jaw dropped open. She was flabbergasted at such an accusation of misconduct.

"Absolutely not, Phoebe. That would be unprofessional and we are very by the book," Scully insisted.

"See, Phoebe, I wasn't lying," Mulder added. "The only emotion I feel towards Scully is positive collegial regard."

"Okay, just checking," Phoebe winked. "I pride myself on my work conduct as well. For instance, I would never sleep with a married man who was involved in one of my cases."

"Of course you wouldn't, Phoebe!" Scully exclaimed. She knew the woman had strong morals and was a little shocked that Phoebe was discussing such unsavory topics at dinner. But, it was Friday night, so Scully would allow it.

When the check came, the four decided to split it evenly - they were very egalitarian like that. And Carl got an AARP discount, which took 10% off the bill.

All in all, it was an enjoyable evening and Scully was proud of herself for bending the rules for once. She would still need to go to confession though.

Maybe there’s hope.

Mulder’s words turn over in her head as she lays awake, sweat-damp and sated from their lovemaking. She feels loose and pleasantly warm, muscles humming in the afterglow, mind finally quiet. Mulder’s familiar weight in the bed with her is a balm, soothing all the raw places his absence left. She watches him through half-lidded eyes, his skin glowing silver and blue in the moonlight filtering through the thin curtains. God, she’s missed him. She feels remade, solid and real and alive.

Summary: Mulder wants to cheer you up so he finds something from a store

Warning: self indulgent, i wrote this while crying, jealousy from the reader, Scully would rather put her hand in a blender than date Mulder, abandonment trauma mentioned

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tap...tap tap...

The rain hit against the window of Mulder's apartment. You were curled up on the couch alone, cold, sad. Not a good evening at all.

Mulder was off tying loose ends on his last case with Scully. He sure does spend more time with her than you... You wipe away a tear from your cheek and look at the clock

9.34 pm.

Your heart jumps when you hear keys rattle in the hallway. Mulder! He steps in, ruffles his wet hair and gives you a dorky smile, "Hey sweetheart, sorry I'm coming home so late, I had something important to do."

Oh yeah like having fun with Scully? You swallow the lump in your throat, "Hey... I-I missed you." He hangs up his coat and walks to you with a manila folder and something that crinkles suspiciously, he leans down to kiss your temple, "Missed you too. I miss you even when you use the bathroom."

You could almost forget your worry. Almost.

"I got you something," Mulder announces, showing you a crinkly plastic package of glow in the dark star decals. You remember those from your childhood. "I thought I'd stick them up for you, I know you love stars" he says sheepishly, opening the package with his teeth. You swat at him for not using scissors.

You sit up and make space for him on the couch and he sits down. "Help me peel the tapes off?" He tried to make puppy eyes at you. You huff affectionately and take a handful of stars from him. He stands on top of the couch and sticks the first one on the ceiling. Tadaa.

"Tell me about your day," you pry, peeling the back of the decal off and handing the star to Mulder. He carefully puts it on the ceiling, "Chased a serial killer, nothing special."

"Not a crazy leopard man who has fangs and eats raw meat?" You poke fun at him. "Nope. This time it was just a guy," he smiles.

"Scully must've been so smug huh..." you trail off. Mulder catches your shift in tone. He comes down to sit beside you, "There's more to this than meets the eye right?"

You nod. Slowly. His eyes say 'Talk to me' but he doesn't actually want to pressure you. You sigh shakily, starting to tear up, "Sometimes I feel you emotionally cheat on me with her."

Like a weight's been lifted. He pulls you into a hug, it's warm and tender. "I'd never do that. I'm not that kind of guy, darling," he whispers, rubbing your back. You are at this point ugly-crying, snot running, sobbing into his chest.

Shhh...shh...I got you.

"It...It'd just hurt if...if you left me for our best friend. I am nothing like her. I'm a mess."

"You're a really hot mess though, and I love you," Mulder assured, giving you a tissue. You blow your nose and it's red like a reindeer's, making Mulder melt on the inside. He always found your nose cute, he places a sweet kiss on it.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself down. "I understand why you are worried, you have been left behind by many people you loved. You fear I'll walk away too" Mulder speaks quietly to soothe you. There he goes psychoanalysing you.

You nod so he keeps going, "Scully is my best friend, sometimes my only friend. She is your friend too and she loves you, I know she does. We would never, ever, break your trust. She is smart and pretty, yes but...I have a romantic partner who looks at me like I hung the stars in the sky."

You felt a dumb grin on your face. He had a beautiful way with words, he was a secret romantic and only you got to see it. Mukder's eyes soften at your smile and he pulls you back in for a hug. "You think I'd put up with her if I have a loving person right here, waiting for me to come home so I can tell them all my favorite conspiracies? Baby, you believe me, it means more than you think. It's more important than looks, even if you are absolutely sexy to me," he nuzzles the top of your head lovingly.

And you believe him. Really do. Even now.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yes, thank you Mulder...I...really love you."

~

Eventually you two get up and finish sticking the rest of the stars on his living room ceiling in a nice cluster above his couch. "Why do you like stars? Tell me," Mulder turns to you. You look down at your hands nervously, "They remind me how insignifigant everything is on Earth. Because in space there are countless bodies and masses. Earth is...miniscule. Stars remind me there is more to this world than what I am doing at the moment. It let's me go with the flow."

He whistles, "My partner took one course in philosophy and now they are Socrates. You make this look hot." You laugh softly and nudge him which prompts him to get up and turn off the light in the room. You see the green stars up in the ceiling in their full fluoresent glory.

"I am starting to associate you with celestial bodies. In more ways than one" he purred, wrapping his arms around your waist. You bury your face in his chest and hum happily, "Thank you honey... and I am sorry I doubted your loyalty."

"No offense taken, you are just wary of a pattern you grew to recognise and I just want you to know, you can't get rid of me."

"I never want us to be apart," you murmur, toying with his tie. "Good" Mulder whispers, kissing your forehead.