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lady-ashfade · 7 months

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Day 1 Of Fictober

Love potion

Yandere!Class 1A x Witch Reader Hc’s

Ask:Class 1a got hit by one of their potions and Reader is desperately trying to get an antidote. @serxinns

Warnings: Love potion, Yandere tendencies, obsession, Slight touching without permission.

Infecting the whole class at the same time was a mess. You had left your fail experiment out in your studying room and denki decide it would be funny to take some, and poor it in the food. You had no clue what it did but you knew it stay away, a feeling running down your spine or whispers in your ear.

Denki though it would have been something small like coughing up fire or needing to go right to the bathroom. But no, he infected the whole class with a obsession potion that made them deadly in love with you.

A hair had feel into your cauldron and a few mess up and you had made new potion. Some could say you had made the first one of its kind.

They followed you around the whole night. Their eyes on you at each second with a new sprinkle in their eyes.

At the table they all started to bicker at each other for unknown reasons to you. The girls started to grabbed ahold of you and soon you were picked up from your seat with your arms pulled in different directions. Mina held on and tugged you to her, then on the other side was Uraraka who did the same thing.

“She should sit with me!” “No! She’s with us!”

You groaned and look at the two very confused at the new aura in the air. Soon you were grabbed by Kirishim with Mina “I think sweetie belongs with us.” Then another hand wrapped itself around your wrists. You see deku glaring at Kiri with a glare you had never seen before.

“She’s in our group, I advise you to let go.” Dekus grip tights and the waves and sounds of his quirk get louder. Your face drops and pull you hands away from both of them which takes them back.

You rub your wrists, “I’ll just eat in my room. You guys are all being weird….Did something happen today?” Looking around at all of them your stomach drops. All their gazes are full of hunger.

You pick up your tray and turn to walk out of them room. Something didn’t feel right and the universe was trying to warn you. Heading to the door iida rushed in front of you and blocked off the door way.

“I must ask you to stay! It’s rude to ignore your friends, especially when we’re all worried about you.” You give him and head tilt.

“Worried? Why, I’m fine. If anything I should be the one worried.”

Then a pair of arms wrap around your arm and a head rubs up against you, “We all just care about you, so much.”

“Ribbit- Yeah, can’t we care for you?” Froppy comes up behind her friend and stare at you strangely.

Then all of them are surrounded you and looking at you, then girls taking it to calm you down and baby you. Through all of this you are just very confused. Scared for their well being and your own. So looking around for anything to help you or distract yourself your eyes fall on something that makes your mouth hang open.

Oh. It all made sense.

A potion bottle from your collection with barely any potion left within it. You made a note that this is some sort of affection potion and hopefully it will go away in a few hours.

“I apologize, I see someone in here took some of my potion this morning and infected all of you with it. Don’t worry I’ll find a antidote, I just need some time.” You slip your arm away from her.

As soon as you try and escape pass them, Momo and Hagakure jump in front of you. “But, we aren’t in any harm.” Momo gave you a unusual smile.

“Y/n-San is always so nice to us, she’s too cute.” You blush when a new pair of arms wrapped around from behind and a chin pressed on your other shoulder.

It was Jirou and her face was almost as red as yours and with a shy face, almost a pout. “Stay with us for a few.”

As the girls started to circle around you and start to touch your hair, or body and giggle. The boys stare jealously and darkly at them, wishing they could touch you as well.

There was a small fight after between the BakuSquad, DekuSquad, and others that group together on who you should be with for the rest of the night. Whoever won you got squeezed all night between the groups and babied over.

The next school day was stressful because you got pulled around like a play toy. It was over every small thing, who you got to sit next to, who you get to train with, and even who got to walk you to class.

The main three in class was harder to deal with because they were the group “leaders”. You had bruises on your wrists on how much you got tugged around.

At one point Bakugou pulled you into him and rested is head on your shoulders while pressing you into him. His hands wrapped around your hips and you swear he was trying to kiss you.

There was only one class you had without them, and you used that to make antidote to use on them. So later that night you slipped it into the cookies you made and guilt tripped them into eating it.

“If you don’t love me, I get it. I must make horrible cookies.” You faked crying and rushed away with heart shaped cookies. The class ran after you and shoved them down their throats to make you happy. You smile as they all finish and waited for them to be normal again.

There was only one problem, it never worked.

“How do you feel?”

A shiver ran down your sides as a laugh that sounded off from deku, a smile that was too wide and creepy.

“As in love with you as ever.”

Mina came up and twirled your hair, “Must have made a “Antidote” to make us normal again. Silly you, there’s no changing us.”

She was right. You couldn’t figure out how to make them normal again. There was only hope to keep you going, to one day get them back.

#yandere class 1a #yandere class 1a scenarios #yandere class 1 a #yandere class 1A x reader #yandere UA #yandere my hero academia #yandere mha #yandere dekusquad x reader #yandere bakusquad x reader #yandere bakusquad #yandere dekusquad #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere kirishima #yandere mina ashido x reader #fictober 2023

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ryva · 7 months

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GN! Reader - No Pronouns Used

TW: cussing (obv), smooching, and generally just a bunch of stupid fluff with some bakusquad shenanigans!

“COME ON YOU GUYS!!! I WANNA BEAT THIS MAZE FIRST!! WE’VE LOST SO MANY TIMES!!! THIS IS OUR FINAL CHANCE!!!!” Denki whined, already at the entrance to the corn maze, while you, Bakugou, Mina, Sero and Kirishima were only just stepping foot out of the car.

“YEAH, YEAH, DONT BE SO FUCKIN IMPATIENT, SPARKPLUG!!” Bakugou roared back, slamming his driver’s side door shut, and trotting in the back of the pack of friends, you next to him.

“C’mon bakubro! Where’s that competitive spirit?” Kirishima said, “It’s the final opportunity for the UA bakusquad to win in this maze!!“, pumping his fist into the air.

“Its fuckin’ cold out here, I don’t exactly want to be wandering out in a field in the middle of fuckin’ fall for no good reason.” Bakugou said, tucking his nose back into his scarf, shoving his hands in the pockets of his black coat a little harder in annoyance.

Giggling at his childish pout, Mina Piped up, “Psh- whatever, we’re excited and gonna win!!” She shouted, hooking an arm and hanging around Sero’s neck who gave a firm nod.

“Fuckin- whatever…” Bakugou grumped, scanning around the entrance to the maze.

“well, I think we can do it,” you said, smiling “at least one of us can”

"That's the spirit!!" Mina encouraged, pumping the group up.

You giggled as the group ran into the maze, barely making an effort to make any method or strategy in “figuring out” the maze. Leaving you and your boyfriend, Katsuki, to lazily travel behind them. You both make little effort to actually figure out the maze either, rather making it a nice fall walk.

“I'm surprised you’re not more competitive about this, babe,” you said, nudging him playfully.

“Surprisingly I don’t wanna run around like some maniac in a buncha grass when its too fuckin’ cold for my quirk to work and, not to mention, I could easily just blast over this whole damn thing and see the way out,” he rants, “But racoon eyes says ‘that’s cheating.’”

“Well it technically is cheating,” you retort, chuckling when he gives you a glare that could kill a small animal.

Through your conversation of banter (and him not understanding why you love this dumb season), you hadn’t noticed you’d walked yourselves into quite an ending. Scanning around, the green and orange decaying leaves around you seemed to stretch down quite a while behind your path, with a wall of foliage right in front of you.

“Dead end,” you say to him, staring up at the top of the barrier, “I can’t even hear anybody…”

“Can’t hear anybody eh?” Katsuki turns to you with a wolfish grin, leaning towards you with a blush, not just from the cold, hoping for some affection.

You kiss him on his upper cheek, ”you know they can probably see us right now, right?”

“Nah, I haven’t seen any cameras, and sensei Aizawa knows this shit by now,” he smirks, capturing you by the lips, making you giggle.

You hook your arms around his neck and deepen into the kiss, letting yourself melt into the warm comparison of his lips to the crisp air. One hand on your hip with other on your jaw, keeping you in place.

Katsuki gripped your hip tighter and went to rest his arm on the wall of leaves behind your head-

when his arm fell through

you both toppled over and faded through the faux bush, Katsuki twisting so you land on top of him, and landing on the cold, hard ground on the other side.

The both of you get your bearings only to see the out to the maze, the ending. the ending was a fucking false wall. you both get up, (katsuki picking you up and placing you back down) and get your bearings, seeing a banner between two wooden pillars with the word 'end' plastered on.

"are. you. fucking. kiddin'. me?" katsuki spat, "that's gotta be some sort of cheating?!"

You giggled "Hey, but we won, right?" nudging him in the side with your elbow

He grunted in annoyance but affirmative and sat on on of the hay bales next to the right pillar, you joining him.

it was maybe an hour later when Kaminari fell through the wall, leading the rest of the group to figure it out, and for them to playfully berate you for not telling them sooner and splitting off from the group. you just laughed while Katsuki asked if they could go back to the dorms now.

#💥🧸#ryva cuddles #ryva's fictober #Bakugou x reader #Bakugou Katsuki x reader #Katsuki Bakugou x reader #Bakugou x you #mha x reader #Bakugo x reader #Bakugo Katsuki x reader #katsuki Bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #ryva writes #fictober 2023 #bakugou comfort #bakugou fluff #bakugo comfort #bakugo fluff

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slusheeduck · 7 months

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Casual Banter Masterpost

aka my Fictober 2023 drabbles! I figure I might as well get them all in one place on Tumblr, since I have them in one AO3 fic. Using the titles and descriptions from AO3.

Featuring my named Tav (Falerin), Tav/Astarion, a lot of Gale, and most importantly INTERACTIONS BETWEEN THE COMPANIONS.

Day 1: Smart - Astarion asks for a magic lesson. Day 2: Prize - Karlach wins a prize at the circus. Day 3: Fireside - One last campfire chat before the Shadowlands. Day 4: Cooking Lesson - Lae'zel learns to cook. Day 5: Mask - Astarion tries on a mask for funsies. It goes badly. Day 6: Sick - Gale and Falerin chat about friendship and illnesses Day 7: Anchor - Astarion regrettably holds Halsin's hand. Day 8: Good Taste - Gale shares a treat, and a good time is had by all. Day 9: A Talk - Just a little chat, in regards to some campsite romance. Day 10: Drizzt Do'Urden - Wyll, Karlach, and Astarion find some common ground. Day 11: Temporary - The campsite romance hits a snag. Day 12: Mirror - Gale makes good on teaching Astarion magic. Day 13: Lost Wizard: If Found, Contact Tara - Tara despairs over the state of her runaway pet wizard. Day 14: Clowning Around - Falerin uses a disguise kit. Astarion wants a divorce. Day 15: Proper Horn Care - There's no possible way to write this summary without it looking horny. Day 16: A Token - Halsin carves a little gift for Astarion. Day 17: One Nice Thing - Karlach shows Shadowheart something nice, when she really needs it. Day 18: 90% Evil - Why WOULDN'T the rogue be the one to talk to the death cultist? Day 19: Seamstress - No one in camp but Astarion would have survived Home Ec. Day 20: The Selfless Choice - Or, How To Be A Confidant To Both Halves Of A Couple In The Face Of World-Ending Catastrophe, By Gale Dekarios Day 21: Taste Test - Falerin is...kind of a fucking weirdo. This is Gale's burden to bear. Day 22: Curl-based Despair - Astarion experiences #curlygirlproblems. Falerin helps. Day 23: Hunger - Someone gets a little hangry. Day 24: Pact, Pt. 1 - Astarion finds out about Fal's illness. Day 25: Pact, Pt. 2 - Astarion finds out about Fal's illness. Day 26: The Cuddliest Foe - Lae'zel does some research. Clive assists. Day 27: Homecoming - Two resident Baldurians discuss coming home. Day 28: Date - Astarion gets some new clothes. Day 29: A Healthy Dose of Theatrics - Are you really best friends if you've never been tempted to throttle each other? Day 30: Starfall -The newly formed party takes a moment to enjoy a magical sight. Day 31: Epilogue - A quiet moment after saving the world. Post-Fictober Drabbles:

Stars in His Eyes - Fal learns about naming ceremonies--and why Astarion has the name he does.

Slumber Party - Astarion and Gale have a fun night of kicking their feet, giggling, and discussing the all-consuming power they both intend on taking for themselves. Kidnapped - Astarion's siblings succeed in getting him back to the manor - but he's stronger now. Plus he has a very, very pissed-off partner. Rewriting The Story - After defeating Cazador and a tryst in the graveyard, it's time for some relationship reflection. Happy - Surely being the lover of an ascended vampire is the happiest ending one could hope for. (Ascended Astarion AU)

Wild Heart - A brief moment, the morning after the almost ascension, where two early risers have a chat.

Matters of Balance - Withers performs a resurrection. Breathe Deep, and Move - You can never really go home.

Side-Tracked - As they're embroiled in a murder mystery, Fal decides to take Astarion out for some enrichment.

Late Night Thoughts - Astarion has some thoughts on Falerin's lie from earlier in the day. (Bonus chapter for Side-Tracked)

In The Weeds - Astarion decides to take in the sights of Baldur's Gate during the day, and has a nice conversation with a local.

New Tricks - Astarion discovers a new trick while trying to herd a cat.

Party Favors - The ultra-self-indulgent take on the ever popular tiefling party.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #lae'zel #karlach #wyll ravengard #halsin #tara the tressym #camp shenanigans #drabbles #fictober 2023 #withers

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darkesttimelinestuff · 7 months

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"Do you recognize this?"

Day 7 of Fictober! How am I still doing this? Really proud that I've been able to write every day.

I had a lot of fun finding pictures for today's story.

Prompt #7 - "Do you recognize this?"

Find me on Ao3

Scully had turned her office upside down and inside out looking for her passport. She knew exactly where it was. Where she always kept it. Or, at least where it should have been.

Maybe Mulder had moved it. He sometimes tossed things aside without realizing it. That’s how she had lost her paycheck once, until it turned up at the bottom of some of Mulder’s papers. Neither was quite sure how it had happened, but from then on Scully was certain to keep important documents as far from Mulder’s reach as possible.

“Mulder, are you sure you didn’t touch the things in my desk?” she called across the room.

“I’m sure!” he shouted back defensively. “What business would I have going through your desk?”

“Because I always keep my passport right here,” she said, pointing to a drawer, “and I don’t see it. And if I can’t find it, we can’t go to Mexico tomorrow.”

Mulder stood and crossed the room to her desk. “Let me check,” he offered. “Two sets of eyes are better than one, right?”

She motioned with her hand, giving him permission to look.

“Be my guest, but I doubt you’ll find it. I’ve searched that desk twice,” she insisted, slumping in a nearby chair in frustration.

As Mulder bent over the desk in concentration, Scully checked out his ass. Even in his 50s he had killer buns!

“It’s so unlike you to misplace these things,” he was saying. “I’m a little disappoint…”

And then he stopped.

“What?” she asked, worried that maybe he found her passport but it was damaged or expired.

“Oh wow!” he exclaimed, standing up and examining something she couldn’t quite see.

It looked like a small paper and she suddenly became very self-conscious.

“What is it?” she asked, reaching for his hands, hoping to pry them open.

“Oh, it is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” Mulder said, “and I can’t believe you never showed me!”

“Mulder, what is it?” she demanded, cursing her short stature.

“Do you recognize this?” He held up a photograph.

“Oh, my god,” she said, feeling both embarrassed and defensive about the picture. “I haven't thought about that in a very long time.”

The picture showed a young Dana Katherine Scully on a bed in a black lace push-up bra and panties. She hated that word, but there was no better term for it. They weren’t underwear; that was too plain. No, these were panties. The kind a partner used their teeth to slide down your legs.

This was Dana, not Scully, and she was bold and sensual, rather than pragmatic and sensible. Her smothering eyes said, “come fuck me,” and you couldn’t deny her anything.

“Well,” Mulder said, licking his lips, “this is fucking incredible.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes! I love this! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this.”

“There are,” Scully said hesitantly, “more.”

“I need to see them,” he replied, almost too excited.

“Well, this was back when I first started at the F.B.I.,” she said, searching for the other pictures. “My friend suggested it and I don’t know what possessed me, but it seemed like a good idea.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No, not at all! I’m very proud of these pictures. But they’re more for me than anyone else. Ah! Here they are,” she said, handing him the rest of the photos.

The pictures showed a progression of Dana Scully shedding a man’s white button-up shirt, so that she was hugging her lace-clad breasts, posing suggestively on a bed, and, in the last one, looking right into the camera with nothing but a sheet wrapped around her.

“Well, I would be honored if they could also be for me.”

“They aren’t a secret. I just forgot about them,” she admitted. “So much has happened to us.”

“We’ve known each other, what, over twenty years,” Mulder said, “and you never thought to show me these?”

“Twenty-five years.”

“I’m really glad you lost your passport,” Mulder said, studying each and every photo.

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thefangirlofhp · 7 months

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9. fortune

“What would I do if I had a fortune?” Cassian repeats, a little bemused, pausing his fork spearing a hard-boiled egg halfway towards his mouth in the air.

Nyx bobs his head and kicks his feet beneath his chair rhythmically.

“Well,” Cassian puts down his food, and blinks roughly before staring off for a moment. “I’d spend it on my family. Go on holiday and do anything to my heart’s content.”

Nyx’s upper lip curls up mildly before his eyes turn to his aunt with her book propped up before her plate against the salt and pepper shakers, idly stirring her oats while the pages turn on their own.

“What about you, Aunt Nesta?” Nyx prods, poking his eggs and sausages with a disinterested fork.

“Hide it away, put a fierce monster to guard it and spin a tall legend about its contents,” Nesta replies instantly without thinking twice. “It will be the first time in history someone is ever disappointed in discovering gold.”

“Hm,” Nyx twists his mouth, mulling over her answer—quite more interesting than Cassian’s, that is for certain. But modest: his aunt’s idea of a fortune is gold that fits in a treasure chest. Admirable, but disappointing. One would be excused in thinking that a Valkyrie would have higher ambitions. Still, he likes the idea of putting a fierce monster on guard.

“What about you?” Cassian asks. “What would you do with a fortune?”

Nys draws in a long, long breath.

“..and I’ll buy all the ships in the world and fill them up with my armies and then go searching all over the world for the dragons and I’d buy a fire-breathing dragon that could cover Prythian with its wing and then I could buy the continents and eat all the sweets in the world because I’d have it all and no-one else but my friends and I’d—”

“Who put two coins in the idiot?” Azriel interrupts his rant, striding into the dining room with his leathers and blue siphons. He rubs Nyx’s head in passing before sitting down next to him.

“Good morning, Uncle Az,” Nyx greets, beaming. “I slept over here tonight.”

“Yeah,” Azriel glances at him out of the corner of his eyes, raising his brow high. “I heard the three wishes you’d ask a genie and remembered I have an assignment.”

“Well you missed out on a lot of fun,” Nyx says, as a matter-of-fact. “Nesta told me so many stories they were all I could dream about, and Uncle Cassian and I fought with pillows and I struck him down and—”

“Try this toast, Nyx,” Azriel doesn’t give him a chance to agree, before he sticks a piece of toast with honey into his mouth. “Chew it really good now.”

By the time Nyx swallows, silence has reigned heavily for quite some while now. Cassian is a little bleary-eyed, constantly blinking and rubbing his eyes. Nyx did stay up well past his bedtime, with his aunt and uncle, and he’s even slept in but Cassian was awake before he was. Nyx didn’t see the sense in it, per se, but had no idea about internalized clocks and sleep-schedules that forced someone out of bed even with less-than-optimal sleep hours.

Azriel, however, whose eyes seem to have taken on a permanent shade of redness and exhaustion, has no notions of any clock whatsoever. Nyx has seen him sleep standing up one day, his arms folded and leaning against the wall while Father was tearing into him for something. Nyx has seen his uncle stay awake for seven consecutive days without a fault in his step. His uncle is interesting—a far cry from what Mother would cite as the inspirational model, but he has seen things.

“What I’d do with a fortune?” Azriel mulls over the answer as he butters his bread. “I already have one.”

Nyx blinks. “A bigger one. Like—like really huge fortune.”

Azriel lowers his bread and looks out the archways and the streaming sunlight inside. Tilts his head. “Buy the most powerful spell a witch could make and fall asleep for eternity.”

Nyx blinks. And then again.

What a disappointment.

“What?” Azriel frowns at the judgmental look he receives. “I have a fortune I don’t use, it sits in the bank and I use it to buy expensive gifts for people who don’t look twice at them. What’s the use with more?”

Nyx sighs and turns back to his breakfast shaking his head. “Aunt Elain at least gave an interesting answer.”

All three heads turn to him instantly.

“What did she say?”

“Nothing. Apparently having a fortune meant she would no longer need anything as long as it was the good kind of fortune. She’s part of my plan, actually, to take over the universe.”

Nesta snorts. “Good luck with that. Teatime will roll by and your aunt will be abandoning everything for cake and a cup of tea.”

#fictober 2023 #fluff #nyx archeron #cassian #nesta archeron #nessian #azriel

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atths--twice · 7 months

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Passing the Time

While waiting for labs at the hospital, Scully helps Mulder pass the time.

Fictober day 6. Prompt: That's All? Easy.

For my dear friend Ingrid. 💓

February 7, 2018 George Washington Memorial Hospital

“How much longer did they say?” Mulder asked Scully as she closed the door and rejoined him in the hospital’s waiting area.

“Twenty minutes at least,” she replied and he sighed heavily.

“We’ve already been waiting for two hours.”

“Lab work takes time. You know that.”

“I do,” he said with a nod. “I also know that we’ve been out of the game for a while. Maybe there were advancements while we were away.”

“Excuse me?” she asked, picking up a random magazine as she sat down. “We haven’t been away from anything. You have. I worked in a hospital until very recently, remember? I am aware how long labs can take.”

“You know what I meant,” he said, rolling his eyes and she hummed. Glancing at the pages before her, but not finding much interest in them. “I guess I just forgot about the waiting part.”

“No, you’ve never been good at waiting,” she said, turning the pages with a sigh.

“In regard to some things,” he said and she turned her head to look at him. He shrugged and gave her a small smile.

“Hmm,” she hummed again, her attention back on the magazine. His leg bumped hers as he began to bounce it and she pressed into him, silently telling him to stop. “Don’t you have something you can do on your phone? A game to play or something you can read?”

“Not really.”

“You had that one game you were playing. Just do that and the time will go by faster,” she said, feeling as though she was speaking to a large child.

“But it’s boringgggg,” he said, dragging the word out dramatically while he bumped his leg into hers.

“Mulder,” she said, huffing out a laugh. “Twenty minutes is hardly any time at all. You’ll be fine.”

“At least twenty minutes. That’s what you said they said, right? So it could be more.”

“You wanna find a supply closet and make out?” she asked, turning her head and looking at him as he immediately stilled.

“You… you’re… seriously?”

“Of course not,” she said, looking back at the magazine and shaking her head. “We’re working.”

“If that’s the only hold up, I’ll take a rain check.”

“Sure,” she said, turning another page and not giving it much thought.

“I’m gonna hold you to it,” he said, his voice lower and she fought back a smile, enjoying teasing him.

“With or without clothing?” she asked, her voice also low.

“Definitely without,” he answered quickly and this time she was unable to hold back her smile. “Or whatever you prefer.”

She turned her head and held his eyes, seeing the desire within them. Leaning closer, she grazed his cheek with her own as she brought her lips close to his ear.

“I prefer without as well,” she whispered, brushing a kiss to his cheek as she pulled away.

He groaned softly and she smiled as her attention turned back to the magazine.

“Christ, Scully,” he breathed, putting his arm along the back of her chair and looking around the room.

“You gonna make it?” she teased and he laughed as he shifted in his seat.

“Honestly? Sometimes I don’t know, Scully.”

“I do enjoy keeping you on your toes. Or your back.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, shaking his head. She bit her lip to keep from laughing.

“Can I offer any help to alleviate any discomfort you’re presently experiencing?”

“Yeah, you can stop talking,” he nearly growled.

“Or I could offer a distraction.”

“No, that’s how we ended up here.”

“A different kind of distraction,” she said with a laugh.

“I’ll be the judge. Let me hear it.”

“You consider yourself an intelligent man,” she stated, looking at the magazine. Pausing on a page, she considered the pair of pants the model was wearing.

“I do indeed, but I’m not sure I’m liking where this is heading.”

“You have an incredible memory. Some might say it's too incredible.”

“It’s definitely served me well,” he said, stretching out his legs and crossing the left foot over the right. “In more ways than one.”

“Hmm,” she said, trying not to let her mind wander too far, knowing how well his memory had served in their sex life. Even from the very beginning, it was as though he had memorized every spot that made her cry out and beg him for more.

“So what did you have in mind?” he asked and she shook her head, pushing away those thoughts.

Later, she told herself. Definitely later.

“Make a list of all fifty states,” she said and he looked at her.

“A list of all the states? That’s your grand plan to help me pass the time?” he asked, moving his arm and sitting up, his brow furrowed even as he smiled. “List the states? That’s all? Easy.”

“And the capitals,” she said as he stood up, patting his suit jacket, most likely looking for a pen.

“What?” he asked, stopping and staring at her. “The capitals too?”

“You said listing the states was easy. We’ve got time to kill so… capitals too,” she said, turning a page and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Oh… you’re going to regret this. I’ll be done way before the labs are.”

“So you say,” she said, looking at the magazine. “Yet there you stand, writing nothing down.”

“Oh, you… you…” He shook his head, waving his finger at her. “I’m gonna find some paper and then… be prepared to be amazed.”

“I’m all a tingle,” she said with an exaggerated shiver.

“You… ha ha ha,” he said, walking out of the room to hunt down some paper.

She smiled as she put the magazine down and reached for another.

He was back quickly, heading to the small table in the corner of the waiting area, when she stood up and stopped him.

“Give me your phone.”

“You don’t trust me?”��

“No,” she laughed. “Not for things like this. Gimme it.”

“I can’t believe you don’t trust me,” he said, taking his phone from his pocket and handing it to her. “I would never-”

“Dyspareunia,” she said, putting his phone in her pocket. “Thought of that word on your own to build off of your previous word spare?” She raised her eyebrows and he shrugged with his palms up, a guilty smile on his face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’ll be holding onto your phone. Go on.”

“Bossy,” he said, as he continued past her.

“You love it,” she stated and he nodded, grinning at her.

“I absolutely do. Especially when-”

“Nope,” she said, pointing at the paper. “Get to writing.” He saluted as he sat down as she shook her head as she also sat down.

Quiet fell over the room and she was surprised when she realized ten minutes had passed without any interruptions. Looking over at him, she smiled as she saw how focused he was as he wrote. Suddenly feeling sleepy, she set the magazine beside her, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes.

“Hey,” Mulder said softly and she opened her eyes. “It always amazes me how you can fall asleep anywhere.”

“Are you done?” she asked, sitting up and looking at the paper in his hand.

“Why yes, Miss Scully. I got all my homework done,” he said in a southern drawl, handing the paper to her. She took it with a smile, her eyes running over his words.

“You know,” he said as he sat down. “That was actually harder than I thought it would be.”

“Hmm,” she hummed. “That’s not surprising.”

“What are you trying to say?” he asked and she laughed quietly.

“Nothing about you in particular. It’s just not something we think about in our normal day to day life, so it’s not surprising that it proved to be somewhat difficult.”

“As long as it wasn’t a dig at my intelligence,” he said, sticking out his lower lip.

“I would never. Did I not call you an intelligent man earlier?”

“No. You stated that I considered myself an intelligent man.”

“Did I?” she asked, tapping her finger against the paper as she read.

Juneau, Alaska. Austin, Texas. Olympia, Washington. “You did. Find any mistakes?”

“Not yet,” she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

“You won’t. Because, I have a fantastic memory, as I believe you said.”

“Ohhh. You were so close,” she said, closing her eyes briefly and shaking her head. “I said you had an incredible memory, but it looks like I was wrong.”

“Fantastic… incredible. One would say they’re interchangeable,” he said, moving his hands as though weighing the words on a scale.

“Hmm,” she hummed, nodding in agreement.

Columbus, Ohio. Montpelier, Vermont. Bismarck, North Dakota.

“So what’s the word, Teach?” he asked as she folded the paper in half.

“All correct. One hundred percent,” she said, smiling as she turned her head to look at him.

“A hundred percent. That should get a gold star,” he stated and she sighed.

“Unfortunately, I’m all out of gold stars at the moment.”

“Huh…” he said, rubbing his fingers across his chin. “No gold stars? You got anything else of value? I mean… a perfect paper achieved by my incredibly fantastic memory… it deserves something.”

Smiling again as she leaned closer to him, she placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him softly. Then again. Then once more, her lips lingering on his.

“Better than a gold star?” she whispered and he hummed as he kissed her before pulling back slightly.

“Much better,” he whispered back, bumping his nose gently against hers.

She pulled back further, smiling at him, her fingers scratching lightly at the stubble upon his cheek. He smiled and she dropped her hand with a sigh just as the door to the waiting area opened and the lab technician stepped inside.

“Agents, I have the results you’ve been waiting for,” he said and they both stood to their feet and followed the technician down the hall.

Though her focus was on the case and the new evidence they now had, her mind kept drifting to the softness of Mulder’s lips and how she wanted to feel them on hers again.

Without clothing this time, she thought. Most assuredly without clothing.

#fictober 23 #fictober 2023 #xffictober23 #xf fanfic #the x files #msr #x files revival #season 11 #waiting for labs at the hospital #boredom #finding ways to pass the time #teasing #flirting #gentle kissing #falling in love again #story prompt

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siverwrites · 7 months

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Fictober Day 10

Lynne drew her knees tighter to her chest. She was wedged between crates and if it wasn't for the chill and the sound of waves outside it might almost be comfy. She felt more comfortable than Detective Jowd looked, wedged like a giant ball into the corner, anyway.

She could hardly believe it. Here she was with Detective Jowd after all this time chasing down the man in red who apparently wasn't at all who she thought. Sissel really was a mystery and this whole night, these past five years, had been built on lies.

Jowd had lied about shooting Alma for so long. Kamila hadn't been able to speak of what she knew. Inspector Cabanela, had if not exactly explicitly lied, danced around the truth so much he may as well have. Sissel's very identity was false. It felt like the only truly honest one in her life these days was Missile. Dear Missile…

She swallowed the threatening lump. For everyone's sake they had to succeed. There was no knowing what waited for them when this boat stopped. She wished she could talk more freely with Jowd, but too much noise was a risk she didn’t dare afford and he seemed lost in his own thoughts anyway. She wondered what was in his mind after all this time.

Still, there was one thing she dared to say and pour every last ounce of conviction she had into it. "Detective Jowd?" she whispered. "We're going to do it. Tonight, we'll find the truth."

#ghost trick #ghost trick fic #Fictober #Fictober 2023

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demiboydemon · 6 months

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This Story Sure Is Dragon On: A Zelink fic

Prompts: “Okay, show me.” “You lost it. Well, *we* lost it.” and “Do you recognize this?”

Fanfiction

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: N/A

This Story Sure Is Dragon On (2325 words) by demiboy_demon Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Relationships: Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Rauru Sonia and the other sages of old are mentioned Additional Tags: Post TOTK, Dragon Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Dragon Hybrid Zelda Summary: There are some changes, after Zelda becomes Hylian again. Her teeth are sharper, she’s got colorful eyes, and also she’s 8 feet tall. That’s a big difference. Link loves who is now just as much as before. But seriously. The height thing makes it harder to kiss her face.

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lady-ashfade · 7 months

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Day 2 Of Fictober

Poison

Yandere! Rhaenrya Targaryen x Daughter!Reader.

Ask: Can you write a platonic yandere mother Rhaenyra fic where she secretly gives her daughter non fatal doses of poison so that she is to sick to leave Dragonstone when its time for her to marry her betrothed.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Over protective, over bearing parent, being poisoned. Poison, family full of yanderes, daemon being included because it fits.

The day you were born Rhaenrya swore she could hear the gods sing in harmony together. Your cries sounded like heaven to her ears, the little girl who belong to her. Y/n, the first daughter of Rhaenrya Targaryen. “Beautiful,” she brushed the hair and blood off of your forehead and placed a kiss.

“My sweet girl.”

You had stoped crying when you came into contact with her skin and warmth, she was safe and familiar. Rhaenrya had blessed with a boy and she was grateful to have two beautiful children. But her first born had dark hair and fair light skin, you had her features of paler skin and silver hair. Your mother knew she needed to protect you from the darkness of the world and keep you innocent.

Each day you were at the queens side or in your own room. She would take her younger son to see you and get you both comfortable with one another. Jace couldn’t stop smiling and clapping when he saw you, he’s such a good older brother. As the years passed by you grew to need your mother or your brothers, being dependent on her. Where the princess went you weren’t far behind in a small dress and coping her.

But now it was the day she had dreaded for your whole life. You being betrothed to a lord far away and not with her.

“But mother, I need silver.” You huffed as you pressed the dress to your body. A smile on your cheeks as you swing yourself from side to side in the mirror. “Silver will match his clothes.” She cringed at your giggling and delighted to be married off, to leave her behind. A daughter should want to stay with her mother as long as she could, even cry when leaving her mother.

“You are stressing dearest,” her hands stopped your hands and looked at you through the mirror and smiled. “No need not to change for a man, not when you’re already perfection.” Her lips met your cheeks and you laugh at her sweetness and affection. You turned around and took her back into your arms and hugged her close.

“Only because you’re my mother and taught me every I know. I will make you proud, mother. This marriage will help our family with the whispers,” a hushed tone of the mention of rumors spreading around the realm of you and your brothers birth. “Promise.” Her chest loved how you smiled and wanted to help her, her sweet girl.

But it was foolish to think she’d let you go. And that’s why she needed to keep you by her side since you were so naive.

She watched as you laughed with your brothers at the table and ate your favorite meal. How could she let this go? As soon as you lifted your cup to your mouth she was ready for the moment to happen. Daemon by her side keeping a eye on you too as he help with the poison, a maester waiting outside the door. A few seconds later you began to cough and play it off for a few seconds until it became hard for you to breathe.

“Someone help her!” Rhaenrya acted the part of a scared mother and it wasn’t all a lie. Seeing you so panicked and scared, grabbing ahold of her as if it was the last time. Of course she hated it but this was for the best. No one would ever expected the woman who loved her children above all else to poison them. Daemon had a “search” for the person who did it, and a servant was kill for the crime. A innocent life was worthless to them when it came to you.

A few days later you awaken from your rest and saw your mother beside your bed as she hummed. “Mother?” You called out with a horse voice and she jumped up to take you in her arms. The relief spread on her face as she kissed your head repeatedly and whisper prayers to the gods. “I was so worried.” You held onto her but she got a cup and lifts it to your lips. The first thing was to clear your throat and get it back.

Sipping the drink you smile and lean back down, looking at her loving. “Please tell me I wasn’t out to long, Sir Roderick will be saddened at my lack of letters.” It went unnoticed that she gripped the sheets and a quick smirk that she turned into a smile. He will have to find another bride to have because you’re never leaving the castle.

“I’m sure you will recover soon.” The cup was set back down as she smiled at the bottom where a powder was seen. Rhaenrya kept you on a small amount of poison every week to keep you from getting around on your own or to long. Something to make your body weak without her help.

“Now rest up, my sweet girl.”

#yandere house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #yandere house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #rhaenrya targaryen #yandere rhaenyra targaryen x reader #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenrya targaryen x reader #yandere rhaenrya targaryen x reader #yandere rhaenrya targaryen #yandere daemon targaryen #yandere jacaerys velaryon x reader #fictober23 #fictober event #fictober 2023

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carisi-dreams · 7 months

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Fictober 2023

Prompt number: #12, “I’m not saying I didn’t like it.”

Fandom (AU if applicable): Law & Order: SVU , Motorcycle!AU

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings/Tags: Warnings: none;

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Sonny wrinkled his nose and you rolled your eyes as you reached for the cup in his hand.

“See? I knew you wouldn’t like it. Just drink your boring black coffee and let me have this little joy,” you told him.

“I’m not saying I didn’t like it.” Sonny’s facial expression betrayed his words and you reached forward to snatch the cup from his hand. He pulled it out of reach and took another sip. “It’s…different.”

“Oh my gosh, Sonny. You are such a nuisance!” You rolled your eyes and this time when you reached out expectedly he handed the cup back to you. “It’s good! It’s…seasonal.” Your defense sounded weak even to your own ears, so you pivoted to a pout.

“I just wanted to see what all of the fuss was about,” Sonny said mildly.

His hand came to rest on your knee and you could feel the warmth through your sweatpants. The weather was finally starting to cool down and you hoped it would also bring a quieter season for the club. Over the summer there had been so much more violence than you remembered growing up. Maybe it was because you were older and squarely in the center of it all, even when you didn’t want to be - which was most of the time, or maybe because it was genuinely a more volatile time. It had been a heavy, sharp summer and there was a faint taste of ozone you imagined cloying to your tongue.

Taking another sip of your pumpkin spice latte you brought yourself back to the present. There was a haunted look in Sonny’s eyes that he thought he was hiding from you and the skin around the bed of his nails was shredded and raw. For everyone’s sake, you hoped autumn would bring a quieter time.

“I’ll stick to pumpkin pie…and plain coffee.” Sonny’s tone was light, but his grip on your knee tightened slightly before relaxing again.

He knew that you knew and a brief flicker of understanding passed between the two of you. Sometimes, it did feel like the old days when you were in your first year of dating. You had already known each other so well by then, dating had given you your own language and your own world with it.

“And I better not see you sneaking a sip when I’m not looking,” you warned him. The corners of your mouth skirted up.

“No chance of that,” Sonny said with a shudder. “You were right. That was truly not good. I was just trying to be polite.” Teasing. The grey in his eyes mellowed to a neutral blue.

You just stuck your tongue out at him before taking another sip and sinking further into the deck chair.

#sonny carisi #my writing #sonny carisi x reader #mc!sonny #reader b #mc!au #fictober #fictober 2023 #is this thing on

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medicaldoctordana · 7 months

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Fictober 2023 4/31

Dialogue only post htgsc

You Stole My Keys So I Wouldn’t Be Alone read on ao3

“Mulder?”

“Yeah, Scully?”

“That night, Christmas Eve, did you take my keys?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Scully.”

“Mulder, give it up. I know you did.”

“Well, how do you think you got home that night?”

“Mulder, you were the one that found them once we left that haunted house.”

“Ah ha! So you admit it! It was haunted.”

“Haunted, cursed, whatever you want to call it. I don’t know what we saw, Mulder. But it wasn’t something I could explain away with science.”

“Ah, no plausible explanation then, huh.”

“Not this time, Mulder. Not after…”

“I know.”

“Mulder?”

“Yeah, Scully?”

“I would have been a good mother, right?”

“The best.”

“Mulder?”

“Mmm hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For taking my keys that night. For being there when she… For being there for me.”

“Nothing could keep me away from you, Scully. Not even ghosts, apparitions, aliens... And they were wrong about our intimacy through codependency.”

“I know, they were just trying to get us to make the same pact they did. Another set of victims dragged into their lonely hell.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“I don’t feel so alone when I’m with you, Mulder.”

“Scully?”

“Yeah, Mulder?”

“Thank you.”

#the x files #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #msr #x files #mulder and scully #fanfic #fictober 2023 #today in fic #xf fictober

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"That's all? Easy."

On day 22 of Fictober Mulder and Pendrell are having a drink when they spot Scully with another man. Hopefully it's a little fun and a little silly.

Prompt #29 - "That's all? Easy."

Find my other mediocre, mostly MSR fic here.

Pendrell slammed his glass down in frustration.

“Don’t take it so hard, buddy,” Mulder said.

“Oh, sure. Easy for you to say,” Pendrell grumbled.

Mulder was taken aback. “What does that mean?”

The scientist shot him an incredulous look. “You’re kidding. Mulder, you’re tall, traditionally handsome, mysterious,” he replied, eyeing Mulder and taking a long drink from his glass. “Women love that.”

Mulder chuckled and gave him a wry smile. “It doesn’t get you as far as you’d think, my friend,” he said, slapping Penrell on the back.

“Oh, come on.” Pendrell, tipsy and loose, rolled his eyes. “Women love a brooding man. Just look at Angel.” Off Mulder’s puzzled look, he added, “From Buffy.”

Mulder nodded, not quite understanding. He didn’t want to argue with his friend, who was clearly heartbroken at the coincidence of seeing Scully drinking with another man. It’s not what Mulder had expected to see either when he invited Pendrell out for drinks. Now they were commiserating their unspoken affection for a certain redhead.

“Besides, once Scully told me that ‘smart is sexy.’ She likes a brainy man,” Mulder replied, and hoped his friend would leave it at that.

They sat for a long moment, sipping their whiskeys.

“Yeah?” asked Pendrell.

Mulder nodded.

“Who is that guy, anyway?” Pendrell wondered.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen him at the F.B.I. Maybe an old friend from Quantico,” Mulder offered.

“Boyfriend?”

“Maybe,” Mulder agreed. “Or date.”

They continued to watch Scully and her mystery man as they drank. They watched the man pay the bill. They watched him get up and put on his coat. They watched him give Scully a friendly peck on the cheek. And then, they watched him walk out of the bar, while Scully remained.

“Maybe not a boyfriend or date!” Pendrell said, excitedly.

“I guess not. Unless it didn’t go well,” suggested Mulder.

“As odd as it sounds, I would feel bad if that were the case.”

“Same,” Mulder agreed.

“You should go ask her out for a drink,” Pendrell said with determination.

“What?” Mulder asked.

“You think I don’t see the way you look at her, Mulder? Takes one to know one. You need to go over there and ask her to have a drink with you. And when you’re done, you ask her out for another drink this weekend.”

“That’s all? Easy,” Mulder scoffed, and leaned back in his seat.

“Your loss, Mulder. Because one of these days… One of these days…

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13. moving out

“You’re leaving, then?”

Elain’s fingers tuck the last of her wispy flyaway hair beneath her woolen cap as she regards Nesta, leaning against the doorway of her room and looking around indifferently.

“Yes,” Elain nods resolutely. “I’ve made the arrangements.”

Nesta does not acknowledge that. She stares at the packed luggage at the foot of her bare mattress and then shrugs. “It’s stupid.”

“You’ve made your opinion on our living arrangements really clear, Nes.”

“Don’t blame this on me,” Nesta’s eyes close as she shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s wearing her Valkyries sweater, hair still damp at the roots. “Don’t you dare.”

“I’m not,” Elain runs her hands over her coat, smoothing it down. “I am pointing out you’ve made your position very clear.”

Nesta meets her eyes, a kind of bitter contempt in them sharp through the stormy blue hue. “You never cared.”

It is true. Elain didn’t mind the drinking, the noisy late-night celebrations with her rowdy teammates, the messy apartment and the snide cold remarks that were an answer to whatever Elain happened to comment on. Elain did not mind that her sister could drink herself into a coma—Nesta was an adult, and Elain has said her fill.

But what Elain does mind is her secret. And it is painful to admit, to oneself, that she could not share her vulnerabilities with her sister. That Elain would rather upend her life with the second relative speaking to her than let Nesta discover what she’s been wrestling with. Elain wishes she is assuming the worst of her sister, acting on a misplaced fear that was not at all fueled by reality and experience.

But time has shown Nesta’s tendency to regard Elain with the tense regard of someone at the edge of their seats. Being treated for epilepsy during those summers between school years breathed the shadow of doubt in Nesta’s mind—even her father’s. Even Feyre’s. They’ve skirted around the belief that she was somehow insane or on the verge of it, and no-one would ever entertain the notion that while Nesta’s displays of magic were strange occurrences around the house they overexplained (a haircut she loathed that grew over night, a fire roaring to life with her tempers, an ugly sweater on Christmas from a relative that mysteriously got too small for her to wear and was passed on to Feyre) Elain’s were her quiet spells of silence, her hallucinations and dreams.

Elain, for the entire duration of her school-years, did not dare disclose this information to anyone. Except to Azriel, who sheltered a similar misunderstood condition.

Elain can’t tell her sister she is moving out because she doesn’t trust Nesta not to call the authorities on her for her own good. Nesta would rather hand her off to people she believed to be more competent, than have to deal with it herself. Elain refuses to be admitted to St. Mungos—on principle and she is terrified of what would happen to her.

Seers were not an unheard-of phenomenon in the wizarding world, but someone like her? Elain would be scorned, ridiculed and unemployed. People would take her for a performative party-trick—or worse, a liar.

So Elain picks up her bag, waves her wand over the luggage and shrinks it to fit in her pocket. She tucks it in, pats the spot and looks Nesta square in the face.

“I lied,” Elain lies, gingerly steeping around her sister. “Bye, Nesta.”

#elain archeron #nesta archeron #elain and nesta #harry potter AU #wizarding world #fictober23 #fictober 2023 #day 13 #i know im behind a day #i'll get to it

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Never Too Late

I absolutely loved this one. Hope you do too. 💓

Fictober day 7. Prompt- It's not too late, let's go.

Scully yawned beside him for the third time in ten minutes, which of course triggered his own yawn though he fought it.

“I’m so tired,” she said, her voice scratchy with sleep. Or lack thereof.

They had been out of town for nearly a week, sleep becoming a luxury by the second night, the case demanding more from them.

But they were home now and had the next two days off to finish paperwork and get some much needed rest.

“I can’t stop yawning,” she said, her hand covering her mouth. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said just as a large yawn overtook him and she gave him a look. “Promise. It’s just because you yawned.”

“I’m sorry,” she said as she yawned. “God, I can’t seem to stop.”

“Well, we’re almost to your place and you can get some sleep.”

“I’m going to eat something first. I’m so hungry. And I have to take a shower. I feel so disgusting.”

“Okay, then after all that,” he said with a laugh. “I promise I won’t even call you tomorrow to bother you about anything.”

“I’ll believe that when it happens.” She smiled at him and then frowned. “Oh no. I just remembered that I don’t have anything to eat at my apartment. Ohhh, I can’t believe this.”

“Do you want to stop and get something?”

“No. It’s late and you still have to drive to your place. I don’t want to do that to you.”

“Come on, Scully. I know we haven’t known each other too long, but I thought by now you’d know I’m a bit of a night owl. It’s not too late, let’s go get something. We could do drive-thru and you could take it home. I really don’t mind.”

“Pancakes sound really good. And hot chocolate. There’s that coffee shop on third street that’s open all night. I’ll buy.” She looked at him, tilting her head as she smiled. He nodded and made a right at the next light.

And thus a tradition was born, though they did not know it at the time.

All they knew was that they were hungry and pancakes at nearly one in the morning hit differently than they do any other time. And hot chocolate, even when it is muggy and hot out, does something to make the world seem like a completely different place.

Those times when they ate at that coffee shop, sometimes so punch drunk that Scully got the giggles, meant more than they could have foreseen.

___________

He gave her a key to his apartment there, on a rainy Saturday morning, her eyes asking him silent questions.

“Considering the cases we investigate, the risks involved, I thought…” He shrugged and she nodded, turning it over in her fingers.

“It’s a good idea,” she agreed.

“And if you ever can’t sleep and need someone to join you in your insomnia, feel free to stop by,” he teased and she smiled as she added his key to her key ring.

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She told him about her father, coming back from a case nearly two months after he had died.

“He was tough to get along with at times, especially as I got older and my interests changed. We… we fought sometimes and he didn’t always understand my reasoning for what I wanted to do with my life.”

“I think that’s most parents,” he offered, stirring his coffee absentmindedly.

“Yeah,” she whispered, with a nod as she tore up a napkin into small pieces. “I just wish I could talk to him, ask him if… if he’s proud of me.” She whimpered and tried to hide her tears.

“How could he not be proud of you, Scully?” he asked, handing her his extra napkin. She nodded as she kept her head bowed and dried her eyes.

_________

“Can you meet me?” she asked, calling him late at night.

“I’ll be there.”

She was already in a booth when he arrived. A plate of food and a cup of coffee sat on the table, but both appeared untouched.

“You okay?” he asked as he sat down.

“I can’t sleep,” she whispered, her head bowed. “I keep seeing him. Feeling him on me. Hearing him…”

Donnie Pfaster.

Mulder clenched his jaw and fists simultaneously as he thought about him.

“I can’t sleep,” she said again, her chin quivering.

“What can I do to help?”

“Sit here with me?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with tears when she looked at him.

“As long as you want,” he said softly and she nodded as she attempted to hold back her tears, breathing deeply and wiping her eyes.

___________

On a Sunday, he waited for her to join him after Mass. To his surprise, her mother came along, smiling as she sat down, inquiring as to how he was doing.

He looked at Scully, wondering if she had told her mother about the recent case with John Lee Roche. She held his gaze and shook her head slightly, their thoughts once again similar. He exhaled a breath of relief and smiled at Mrs. Scully.

“I’m doing alright. How are you?”

And for fifteen minutes, she spoke of Bill Junior and Tara who were expecting their first child, her friends at church, and where Charlie was currently stationed.

He nodded and added words when needed, but mostly he sat and listened. Scully’s hand found his under the table and she gave it a gentle squeeze before she asked questions, carrying the conversation and giving him the space to decide how to proceed.

________

He brought her pancakes from the coffee shop after she came home from the hospital, her cancer in remission. He did not expect her to eat much, but the gesture was what mattered most.

“Orange juice too,” she said, smiling tiredly as he took everything out of the bag. “And bacon.”

“Didn’t know what you’d be in the mood for, but I wanted you to have something.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate it, I do, but I’m not hungry right now. I just want to sleep.”

“Understandable,” he said, nodding his head and putting the containers into the refrigerator.

“I’ll have a little of the orange juice, but everything else can wait.”

He handed the to-go cup to her and she took three small sips before handing it back to him.

“Thank you,” she whispered, touching his arm and walking to her bedroom.

__________

“So, everyone is at your mom’s?” he asked, shaking salt onto his eggs. “Even Charlie, the elusive Scully?”

“He says he will be,” she said, smiling as she looked at the new watch Mulder had given her for Christmas. “I’ve got three and a half hours.”

“See? It’s never too late to be here. You’ve got plenty of time,” he said with a grin, offering her the syrup which she declined.

“If I head over after we eat, I can sleep for a bit.”

“And no one will be the wiser that you spent Christmas Eve in a haunted house.”

“Especially as I won’t be offering any information about such a thing,” she said, stealing his cup of fruit and adding it to her plate.

“You don’t think Bill would approve?”

She tossed her straw wrapper at him and he laughed.

__________

“Well, it’s a few days later than you probably would have liked and it’s definitely past sunset,” he said as they entered the coffee shop. “But knowing Richie and Henry are alright is worth the later hour.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, sitting down in what they have long since considered to be their booth.

“And while it’s not a five star place, it’s…”

“I’ve always felt that five star places are overrated,” she said, and he smiled.

“I agree,” he said with a nod.

“Besides, it’s the company that’s important.”

“In agreement once again,” he said.

He laid his hand on the table and she looked over her shoulder quickly, before placing her hand on top of it. Holding it, he gently ran his thumb across her knuckles as they both drew in a deep breath and smiled.

___________

It was her turn to bring food from the coffee shop.

She woke him with a kiss, her fingers gently running along his cheeks and jaw. Jet lagged from his two days in England, it took him a few seconds to open his eyes.

“Hey,” she whispered, kissing him again. “I have to get home to change for work, but I brought some breakfast.”

“Mmm. No work, come back to bed instead,” he said, putting his arms around her and pulling her on top of him.

She laughed, laying her head on his chest, as he closed his eyes and began to comb his fingers through her hair.

“There’s coffee, orange juice, egg white omelets-” He groaned and she laughed. “Plus some pancakes.” He hummed his approval, kissing the top of her head. “But I do have to leave soon, so if you want to join me, you need to get your ass out of bed.”

“You’re hindering me, what with your body draped across mine.”

“And whose fault is that?” she asked, beginning to rise off of him and he groaned his protest once again. “Come on, get up.”

He ate bare chested, clad in only his pajama bottoms, and his hair sleep tousled. But she could not seem to keep her eyes off of him, watching him and not eating much of her own food.

When he walked her to the door, she turned around and stared up at him.

“I was unsure what I wanted, where this…” She gestured between them and sighed. “I wasn’t sure where it was going and what it all meant. But being apart from you these past couple of days… I know now.”

“What do you know?” he asked, stepping closer, but not touching her.

“I love you,” she said softly, but firmly. “I have in many ways for a long time, but this…” She gestured again and smiled. “I know what this is and I know what I want.”

“Good,” he said, just as softly. She nodded and scrunched her chin, smiling again. “It’s me, right? You want me?”

“Mulder,” she laughed, shaking her head as he pulled her to him with a smile.

“It’s you, Scully,” he whispered into her hair. “My one in five billion. My one constant in this crazy world.” He pulled back and held her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. “I love you too.”

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“You know what sounds really good?” she asked, her feet in his lap. He looked up, watching her rub her pregnant belly, and he smiled.

“What’s that?” he asked, rubbing a particularly tender spot on her foot if the groan she let out was any indication.

“French toast, hot chocolate, and tomato slices.” She hummed as she rubbed her belly again.

He grimaced at the combination of items she listed, but after watching her recently eat peanut butter on cucumbers, he had learned to keep his mouth shut.

“I could make you something,” he offered, but she sighed sadly as she shook her head.

“I don’t have any tomatoes.”

“Well, let’s go get you those tomatoes,” he said, moving her feet and standing up.

“Mulder, no. It's late,” she protested, but would not hear it.

“It’s not too late. Let’s go.”

“I’m not dressed,” she whined as he helped her to her feet.

“You look beautiful. You’re glowing,” he said, and she gave him a look. “I promise, you look great. I’ll get your shoes.” Kissing her quickly, he hurried to her bedroom to grab what she would need.

When she took a bite of the tomatoes, her eyes closing as she hummed in satisfaction, he grinned.

“Worth it?” he asked and she nodded, humming again.

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He saw her in their booth, though it had been many years since they had been to the coffee shop. Looking at something on her phone, she did not see him until he was standing beside the table.

“Hey,” he said softly, sitting down across from her. “Place looks different, but the same.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, putting her phone face down and sighing as she looked around. “When I drove past it the other day, I was surprised to see it was still here. So many other places have changed. But I suppose that’s life… you can’t stop it from going on around you.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, thinking of all they had been through over the years.

How many memories did this booth hold? How many meals had they eaten and how many discussions were had?

“Things are different,” she said, looking at him. “But still the same.” He nodded, knowing what she meant. “I’d like to… come here again. To…” She ran her fingers across the tabletop and then looked at him again. “To come back to what we knew. To… try again?”

He smiled, nodding slowly.

“I’d like that.”

“It’s not too late, right?” she asked, reaching her hand out to him, tears in her eyes.

“Never,” he said, taking her hand and running his thumb across her knuckles. “It’s never too late.”

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