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lovebugism · 6 months

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ok reader x eddie having a casual conversation about sex, talking about what they're both into, leading to some smut??? just hearing what eddie's into sounds so hottttt (i imagine its filthy,, sorry)

ty for requesting! hope you like it!! — a failed date with eddie leads to a night in and several confessions (established relationship, mostly fluff, talks of sex but no actual smut 18+, 1.6k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie Munson is a hopeless romantic.

Not because he loves like it’s breathing (though some would argue otherwise), but because his attempts to be affectionate with you are complete and utter failures.

He had a whole romantic day planned. A late lunch, a quick walk, and then sunset at the park. Honestly, it probably would’ve been a pretty metal date if it was any day other than this one — the biggest flood of the whole goddamn year.

You got to the diner just fine but had to rush back to the trailer in the rain since he didn’t have his van. Thankfully, it waited to outright pour until he got you home. Now, his leather jacket — which you’d used as a makeshift umbrella — hangs beside the opened window to dry.

The orange autumn breeze rolls over your bare bodies like silk (because, of course, an innocent shower after getting drenched in the rain couldn’t not end in getting dirty again).

“Was all this just a ploy to get me into bed?” you tease, tracing the freckles on his back with the tip of your finger. “’Cause you coulda just asked, you know? I would’ve said yes.”

Lying flat on his stomach, Eddie laughs into his folded-up arms. His deep brown hair brushes his pale shoulders when he turns to look at you. His smile is swollen and rosy and crooked.

“You got me, princess. Making my girlfriend walk in disgusting weather was all a part of my evil plan.”

“I wouldn’t say it was evil.”

“No?”

“Sinful, maybe. Sexy, even,” you joke with a lopsided grin. “But no, not evil.”

“Is that so?” he lilts as he rises on his elbow to prop his cheek on his fist.

You shake your head and roll onto your back. Your eyes flit to the spotted ceiling. A smirk blossoms on your lips. “I feel like evil would imply that it was hurtful in some way. And that thing you did in the shower felt way too good to be evil.”

“What thing?” the boy wonders with pinched-together brows.

You shoot him a look. “You know…” you hum vaguely, expectantly.

“No. I don’t, actually,” Eddie laughs, mostly at himself. “I’m kinda dumb, in case you forgot.”

“You’re not dumb, Eds.”

“Stop being sweet. You’re deflecting.”

You concede with a small huff. “That… That thing. With your mouth. When you pressed me against the wall and— please, don’t make me describe it, Eddie,” you ramble, then cut yourself off to whine.

He meets your grimace with a boyish grin. “I don’t know. I kinda like hearing you talk about it.”

“I’ll die,” you deadpan.

“You’re so dramatic.”

His words are harsh, but his pink smile is kind. He kisses you with it after — a smacking peck to the corner of your mouth that migrates rather quickly. He sprinkles his lips along your jaw and chin and neck.

That’s where he lingers.

Eddie finds your pulse point and goes a half-inch higher, just like he did while he was fucking you against the shower wall. You nearly came the first time he kissed you there.

He sucks at the delicate skin until he leaves another faint mark. The feeling of his tongue and teeth on your newfound sweet spot makes your toes curl. It has you moaning out loud before you mean to.

His lips audibly smack when he pulls away.

“That thing?” he wonders, smiling down at you like he already knows the answer.

Your thighs clench together. Your bones are made of mush. “That thing,” you repeat in the affirmative.

“Well, if we’re sharing secrets…” Eddie singsongs, then leans in all close like he’s about to spill the latest gossip. His fingers spread out along your bare waist, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I really liked it when you got all mean.”

You hadn’t thought much of it, then — when Eddie edged you on the counter with his fingers and laughed when you writhed.

You didn’t even let him make it up to you after, just sucked him off and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Don’t cum ’til I tell you to, understand?” you’d said. “Or I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re gonna watch.”

He was a good boy for you, though, and you let him fuck you in the shower.

Your nose scrunches in muted embarrassment. “I wasn’t being that mean, was I?”

“No. I mean, you could certainly get meaner…” Eddie assures with a shake of his head, then grins as his fingers crawl up your ribcage. You fight back a shiver. “Which I think could be preferable from time to time.”

“So, you want me to be more… dominant?”

He shrugs a pale, freckled shoulder. “Yeah. Sometimes. I like watching you get all dumb for me, don’t get me wrong, but every time you get a little mean, I almost cum in my pants.”

The blatant confession makes you go slightly stupid. You just nod at him, lazy and unblinking. “Yeah. I can do that. You know, if that’s what you want.”

“I do want,” Eddie hums, matching your sloppy head shake. His nicotine-coated breath fans across your cheek. “Very, very much.”

“But not all the time, though, right?”

“No. Not all the time. Just… sometimes— when the moment’s right or whatever.”

“Sure…”

Eddie’s grin broadens when you trail off. A faraway look glazes over your eye. His brows raise expectantly. “What’s that look for?”

You blink rapidly as you descend from the clouds. Shaking your head, you dismiss him. “Nothing. Nothing— I just… I did kinda like not letting you come right away.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Eddie concurs, suddenly breathless.

Your gaze flits to his, mousy and twinkling. Your hands fidget above the covers. “And I kinda wanna try letting you cum and maybe… not stopping…”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. His mouth opens to respond, but he forgets how to speak. He barely remembers to breathe.

“Is that… Is that weird?” you ask, forcing a laugh at his unusual silence.

“No!” he blurts, sounding much louder in the honeyed quiet of his bedroom. “No, that’s… That’s really hot, actually. Like, really hot.”

He zones out just like you had. The imagery of it all makes his stomach whirl. He’s done it to you a number of times — brought you to the edge and kept on pushing you over until you pushed him away. But he’d never thought about ever doing it to himself till now.

Actually, there’s quite a lot of things he’s done to you that he might enjoy himself if he thinks about it.

The thought alone opens a world of possibility in his wild, wild head.

“Can I tell you about something I was thinking about the other day?” he wonders suddenly.

Though slightly startled by the blurted question, you nod. “Of course.”

His gaze flits away from yours. His hand fidgets at your waist, fingers softly scratching at your burning skin. “You know my handcuffs? The ones I clip on my jeans sometimes?”

Again, you nod.

“Well, I— I have the keys, you know? So it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we— you know— if we used them…”

“On me?” you press, brows pinched in distant concern.

Eddie shakes his head immediately. “No. I know you don’t like that.”

“So… on you?”

“Yeah. Maybe. If you want,” the boy mumbles, suddenly shy in a way you’ve only seen a handful of times — including earlier, when he was begging to cum in your mouth. “I just think it could be cool, you know? Like, you could tie me up and just… use me. If you want,” he repeats.

“Use you?” you repeat with a soft laugh.

He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t— I don’t really care about getting off as much as I care about you getting off, you know? I just… wanna take care of you. Want you to take what you want.”

You open your mouth to respond only to find that all words have lost meaning. Your brain is a jumbled mess of alphabet soup. So you just nod, dumb at the very thought.

Eddie’s hand rises from the covers. His palm settles warm at your jaw. His fingers smell faintly of sex as his calloused thumb smooths across your chapped lips. “You could, like, rub yourself on my cock. Get yourself off on top of me,” he murmurs lowly to you, a quiet and crooked grin pulling at his mouth. “Wouldn’t that be metal?”

“Yeah…” you answer with a sigh, getting lost in the daydream right along with him. “Wouldn’t put you inside me at first, either. Not until you’re begging for it.”

His smile widens. “Exactly.”

“Then I’ll ride you until you make me cum.”

Eddie nods, egging you on. He tucks his face into your neck, if only to conceal how ardently he’s blushing. He hides his pink cheeks between your jaw and shoulder and kisses you where he knows it’ll drive you crazy.

“Mhmm?” he urges, muffled.

You sigh a faint moan. Your fingers curl in his wild hair. You press your lips to his temple and continue. “And I’ll let you come, too. Eventually… But I won’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he groans into your pulse.

“Not until you’ve filled me up three times—”

“Oh, fuck…”

You tug at his hair with a soft, stern touch you think you could learn to master for him. His lips click faintly when he parts from you. He blinks down at you with glassy chocolate eyes.

“Something like that?” you wonder, feigning innocence with a sweet-sounding lilt.

Eddie nods, sloppy and stupid. He stammers. “Yeah… Yeah. Some—Something like that.”

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things smut #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble #event: fictober!

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fictober-event · 8 months

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The prompts for 2023

Fictober Event, The prompts for 2023 Here is the list for October this year. Write something short (or long) and tag it with #fictober23 in the first five tags. Let’s see your creativity!

"It's not too late, let's go."

"Don't worry, I got you."

"Okay, show me."

"Do you even know what this means?"

"You're the smartest person I know."

"I can't wait for you."

"Do you recognise this?"

"Give me that, before anything happens."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"It's alright, I'm here now."

"You lost it. Well, we lost it."

"I'm not saying I didn't like it."

"Come with me, hurry."

"If you don't stop now —"

"Fine, explain it to me."

"Do you know a way out of here?"

"I never said it would be easy."

"We can't do this on our own."

"What if we're wrong?"

"This better be good."

"Just in case this doesn't work."

"Who takes care of you?"

"No, you won't understand, ever."

"Is it over? Is it really over?"

"Do I look like I knew that?"

"Honestly, why would I care?"

"I don't know if they will accept this."

"I may not get another chance to say this."

"That's all? Easy."

"Are you with me?"

"It's not your fault."

This event is open to all fanfiction and original fiction.

Start October the First. You do not have to do the prompts in order. Tag your posts with #fictober23. Please state if your entry is original fiction or fanfiction and what fandom at the top. State common warnings and triggers at the top and tag accordingly. I reserve the right to not reblog fics that I find inappropriate. I will reblog things here on @fictober-event, follow this blog to see all the entries.

Check the rules for any questions.

Here's the AO3 collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Fictober23

Have fun!

#fictober #fictober23 #fictober-event #reblogs start October the first

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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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intimacyequalsdeath · 7 months

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 5: Rusty Nail (Apple Cider)

Day five! The first week of October is already almost over!, At this point I will start compiling everything on a masterlist as I stated on the previous post I'm writing these in advance.

Notes: Minors DNI, No pronouns used only "You" and maybe a "Y/n" once or twice. Possibly suggestive themes, No smut tho (yet wink wink)

"You ain't wearin that" Rusty said from his place on the cheap motel room bed. You rolled your eyes.

"Rusty this is what I packed to wear" You said

The two of you were laying low at a middle of nowhere truck stop after one of Rusty's "projects" got slightly out of hand. Rusty had cleaned it up well enough but still suggested the two of you lay low for awhile especially since he didn't have anything to ship at the moment.

"Sugar look, I told you that you aren't wearing that, the last thing I want to do is get into a fight with some lowlife with wandering eyes"

The outfit you had chosen to wear to the small truck stop bar wasn't the most modest but it wasn't as if you were wearing the most skimpy thing either. Rusty could be so jealous sometimes.

"Rusty there's a chance that no one will even be there, we're in the literal middle of nowhere" You sighed sitting down on the edge of the bed to slip on your shoes.

"Well if someone even so much as looks at your wrong then this place we'll have to put in the rearview after I teach em' a thing or two" He darkly chuckled. A smile spread across your face, most people would probably be intimidated as hell by Rusty but the only thing he made you feel was safe.

Rusty got off the bed and put his hand out to you.

"Well sugar what do you say we get too it then?" You nodded wrapping your arms around his much bigger one then slipping your hand into his.

The truck stop bar was about exactly what you'd expect, A few local drunks in the back corner booth, a old out dated jukebox in the corner and a sleepy overworked bar tender behind the bar that was really just their to bring the drunks their beers.

You picked out a private booth for you and Rusty while he walked up to the bar tender to get a beer and whatever you wanted. From the moment you walked in you could feel the eyes of the three drunks in the corner on you, for their sake you hoped they'd stay there.

Rusty made his way back over to you, drink in hand and a smile on his face.

"Well sugar it looks like I've got the prettiest partner in the bar" You blushed.

"Rusty stop" You teased him playfully. Rusty placed the drinks in front of you but didn't sit down.

"I gotta go take a leak darlin' you stay right here ok?" You nodded as Rusty left.

You were looking out the window at Rusty's big rig parked out in the parking lot in front of the motel when you felt someone slip into the booth next to you. Rusty would never sit next to you, always across so he could "Look at that pretty face clearly" as he'd always say so knowing this was a stranger made you tense.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doin all the way out here?" a voice asked, slurred obviously from one to many drinks.

You turned your head to face the voice, deciding to try and get him out of here before Rusty came back.

"Me and my boyfriend are here together" You stated hoping for the man to fuck off.

"Boyfriend? That fella you came in here with? please honey he couldn't provide half the things I could" You reeled back in disgust as the man reached for your hand.

"Please don't touch me, and my boyfriend "provides" perfectly fine thank you, now if you wouldn't mind goi-"

"Now sweetie is that any way to talk to a person" the man interrupted,

"I think the lady was goin to tell you to git" Rusty sneered, having returned from the bathroom to the sight of his baby being harassed by some local drunk. The man smiled and turned to rusty.

"Oh yeah ? and what are you going to do ab-" Before he could finish Rusty grabbed him out of the booth and brought his fist down on the mans face knocking him to the floor.

You quickly took the hint and got out of the booth yourself before getting in the cross fire. Rusty brought his foot down to the mans stomach when he was on the floor, this brought the two friends out of the corner booth towards Rusty.

"Rusty!" You yelled warning him he was about to get ganged up on. Rusty wasted no time in pulling out the gun from his holster.

"Now gentleman c'mon" The bartender said nervously "This is my place of business and I will not have this nonsense here" Rusty still had his gun and his eyes trained on the mans friends when you spoke up.

"Rusty c'mon please, let's just go" Rusty turned to you and you saw his face soften. You knew that he knew that killing anyone here would be risky so it was best if you just left and didn't draw attention to yourselves.

Rusty placed the gun back in his holster on his side, but not before giving another swift kick to the drunk man still on the floor.

"You're lucky my darlin' is here or this would have a much different outcome" Rusty said before motioning for you to go to the door.

Nobody in the bar dared to say anything as the two of you left.

You waited till the two of you reached your motel room, before saying anything to Rusty about what happened.

"Rusty I get that that guy made you mad, but you can't get reckless like that over me! what if something had happened and you had gotten caught? what am I supposed to do if something happens to you?" You asked him while sitting on the edge of the bed taking your shoes off.

"I'm sorry darlin', I came back from the bathroom and saw him all over you like that I just knew I had to protect you" You sighed

"I get that hon' and I do appreciate it, But I'd appreciate you being around for me and not getting arrested a lot better"

Rusty sat next to you on the bed and took your hand in his, you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before leaning over to peck his lips.

"You already have plenty to do when it comes to hitchhikers and pricks, Let's leave the dumb drunks alone ok?" Rusty laughed at that and nodded.

"Anything for you Darlin"

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #rusty nail #rusty nail x reader #joy ride #writing event #Fictober #halloween

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mimine666 · 7 months

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Fictober 12: "I’m not saying I didn’t like it.”

Fandom : Major Crimes

Rating: E (quite explicit by my standarts so I won't post it on ff.net this time)

Day 12: “I’m not saying I didn’t like it.”

Sharon laid on her back, looking at the ceiling, still panting. She couldn’t help but feel … she didn’t even know what was the word for that. Shaken? Moved? Weirded out?

“You ok?” Asked the man next to her, strangely quiet himself.

“Mmhhh” She only responded, not sure what to say under those circumstances.

“You didn’t like it…” It was more a statement than a question.

“I’m not saying I didn’t like it” She responded. Reassuring the ones around her came as a second nature for her. It wasn’t false. It’s not like she didn’t like it, quite the contrary. It certainly was the most intense orgasm she ever had. How could she dislike receiving so much pleasure ? “It’s just… it’s just so very different.” She voiced, not sure what to tell him since she didn’t know what to think herself.

And how could she when her world just got rocked like that?

Nearly 55 years on Earth, more than 35 being sexually active, two children, three pregnancies and never before had she experienced that.

It had started normally enough: dinner just the two of them in that little Indian place Andy loved so much, a walk in the park nearby, and tea when coming back to his place. Then kisses, caresses, disrobing. It was quite the usual. Both of them naked on his bed, him going down on her, that was their nearly everyday. But what changed? What changed from him giving her a “normal” head, that fantastic, exciting, delicious sensation, the feeling of his lips and tongue on her most intimate part, his fingers buried in her, enhancing her pleasure. She was not ashamed to admit that was what she preferred these days in bed. She loved being one with one but the feeling of his wet hot mouth on her core was just so So SO absolutely delicious. Maybe it was the fact that she had missed out on this particular act for her whole life that made it so engaging, too.

But how did it go from delicious to mind blowing? To him seeming to do the same thing as usual: from the movement of his lips, to the flip of his tongue around her clit to… Ohhhh!! That was the difference : his fingers. Usually he would pump them into her, first slowly then increasingly rapidly and firmly, following her cue. This time, he looked for that amazing spot deep within her and kept on messaging it, making her feel like liquid pleasure. Until her legs shook uncontrollably, until she felt her throat burn from moaning so much, until she felt she couldn’t take it anyone but kept on wanting more. Until her world shattered, the pleasure so intense it bordered pain. Until she felt herself grow wetter and wetter. Until something snapped and her body squirted waves and waves of liquid pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, leaving the bed wet and her feeling both dirty and completely drained.

Yes, it’s not that she didn’t like it because frankly she did. She just didn’t like that feeling of something going out of body, without really knowing what it was. She didn’t like losing control to that extent. She especially didn’t like the feeling of helplessness she felt. Like if she hadn’t lived her life to its fullest until now. As if she had missed out on so much, all those years.

Maybe they could try again. If she expected it, now that she knew it could happen, maybe it would be different. Yes, that’s what she needed: give it another try, she’ll decide after if she likes it or not.

#fanfiction #sharon raydor #andy flynn #shandy #major crimes #fictober23 #autumn #fictober event #let's warm up

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atths--twice · 7 months

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Building Blocks

Being a child of a Navy man means leaving those you care about behind. But not always forever…

I absolutely loooove this one. I hope you do too.

Kittery, Maine Naval Housing Late October, 1973

The leaves crunched under her feet as she ran to the wooded area just past the last row of houses. She turned around and checked to see if anyone was watching her before she slipped past the big tree and kept running, her breath coming out in white puffs.

Stopping in front of the small, rather warped shed that her father had moved back into the woods for her to use as a fort, she turned the handle with cold fingers. Her mother would tut when she saw that she had once again forgotten her gloves.

“It’s fall now, Dana,” her mother had said many times recently. “You need to wear your gloves. And your hat.”

Whoops. She had forgotten the hat as well.

But it would be fine once she was inside the shed, as it was slightly warmer than outside.

She opened the door and let out a deep breath before stepping inside and taking off her backpack. Moving the two folding chairs and collapsible tv tray to the center of the space, she opened her backpack and took out the food and items she had brought with her.

Two chocolate Ding Dongs, a canteen full of water, and a bag of tortilla chips were placed on the now open tray. She had wanted to bring the Doritos as she was partial to them, but she knew her mother would notice if they and the Ding Dongs went missing.

The chairs opened and arranged, she sat down to wait, her mouth watering at the thought of biting into the chocolate treat in the foil wrapper.

A whistle sounded, the one she had taught him, and she looked out the open door to see him walking toward her. She grinned even as she felt her heart speed up, something it had been doing lately when she saw him, though she did not understand why.

“Hello there, Dana Scully,” he said with his lopsided smile, his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Hello to you, Fox Mulder,” she replied, suddenly feeling very nervous.

“Oh, Ding Dongs… those are my favorite,” he said as he stepped inside.

She knew they were. Of course she did.

“I was going to grab different chips, but…”

“You mean these?” he asked, pulling Doritos from his backpack and handing them to her. She grinned and nodded as he sat down, taking out his own canteen. “I know you like those.”

“I do.”

“Yeah.” He smiled at her as he picked up a Ding Dong, unwrapped it and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” she said, taking it from him and feeling her stomach jump when his fingers brushed hers.

“So what’s the plan for today?” he asked, unwrapping his own treat and taking a bite.

As they ate, she showed him the drawings she had made, discussing what she wanted to do, her nerves falling away as she spoke.

“Wow. It looks really good.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re the smartest person I know, the way you figure out all of those plans,” he said and she stared at him in disbelief, as she always did when he said stuff like that to her. “Even better than some of the boys in my class. And your brother for sure.” He smiled and she felt her cheeks getting warm.

“He doesn’t listen to me,” she said quietly.

“Because he’s dumb. Not smart like you. Come on, let’s get to work.”

They left the little shed and walked further into the woods where they had been building a treehouse over the summer. The other kids living on the base had been around to help when they were all out of school, but had since lost interest.

Some of the older boys, like Fox, who at eleven was two years older than her, had left because they had not wanted to listen to her ideas. They teased her and called her drawings and plans girlie and dumb.

“What’s girlie about it?” she had demanded, tears pricking at her eyes though she would not let them fall.

“Oh no, she’s getting mad,” Paul, one of the oldest boys had said while the others laughed. “Watch out for the tiny thing.”

“You shut up,” Dana had yelled and they had laughed even more.

“Let’s go. Who wants to be listening to a little girl anyway. We’ll make our own treehouse. Much better than this baby one.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

And they had left, laughing and mocking her as they did.

All of them except for Fox, who had walked over and wordlessly picked up the paper Paul had crumbled and tossed on the ground. Fox had smoothed it out against his pant leg and handed it back to Dana.

“Where should we start?” he had asked and she had turned around to wipe her eyes so he would not see her tears.

As the weather began to change, they were the only two who continued to venture out into the woods, gathering fallen branches and bringing items they found at home to add to the treehouse.

Truth be told, the shed was better, but the treehouse required work and figuring things out like a puzzle. Dana loved puzzles and building things with her hands, something most other girls, including her older sister, did not want to do.

Fox, an only child, spent a lot of time on his own, exploring the woods or reading. Occasionally he joined the older boys, playing whatever sport was popular at the moment. It being fall, football was taking over and he was a good addition when they needed an extra body.

Paul had teased him when they first started playing, telling him he was spending too much time with Dana and calling her a baby. They had a fight, Paul gaining a black eye from it and Fox a busted lip, but after that, Paul never said anything to Fox about her.

Dana had been furious at first, telling Fox that fighting was stupid.

“What if he had knocked out your teeth? Or busted your head instead of your lip?”

“He wouldn’t. He’s bigger, but I’m faster. He’s lucky it was just his eye that I hit.”

“But, Fox-”

“He shouldn’t say things like that,” he had interrupted, staring at her with a serious expression. “Not about anyone, but especially about you. You’re a hundred times smarter than him and he knows it. He won’t bother you or talk about you anymore. I promise.”

And in that moment, when she had not been expecting it, not truly understanding what was happening, she had fallen in love for the first time.

“You know,” Fox said, as they climbed up the ladder they had made from pieces of scrap wood nailed to the tree. “I think we could maybe somehow connect this treehouse to the other tree there.” He pointed as Dana stood on the landing and followed his finger. “Do you think we could?”

“Mmm… maybe. If we…” She stepped closer and looked at the tree with its wide branches and thick trunk. “We could make a… like a bridge? I think it might be difficult, but I could draw something up tonight. What do you think?”

“I think it would be great. Make Paul eat his words.” He bumped his shoulder into her and she grinned.

“Yeah. It would.”

“Come on. It’ll be dark soon.”

When the light began to fade and her fingers had long since remembered how it felt to be warm, Fox had dropped the hammer back into the small toolbox.

“Well, it’s the most we can do for today.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, blowing on her hands to warm them.

They climbed down and walked back to the shed. They put away the chairs and tray, put on their backpacks, and walked out the door, closing it securely.

He walked her to her house and then waved as he walked away, whistling the whistle she had taught him once again. She watched him until he turned the corner and he was out of sight.

At her desk in the bedroom she shared with her sister, Melissa, she drew up plans to connect the trees and make a large treehouse. She was happy with how it turned out. Her eyes scanned the paper to look for any mistakes before she placed it into a protective folder to show Fox the next day.

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She waited for him, Twinkies sitting on the table this time, but for the first time ever, he did not show up. When it got too dark to see, she used her flashlight to guide her way back home, her heart aching and tears clogging her throat.

Melissa was over at a friend's house and Dana was thankful she had the room to herself so she could cry without being seen.

After her cry, as she lay in the dark, she heard something hit her window. Looking over, she saw when it happened again. Getting up, she opened the window and looked down to find Fox standing on the lawn.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there today,” he said, dropping the small rocks in his hands onto the ground.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, not wanting him to know how much it had hurt her.

“It does. Can you come down? I need to talk to you.”

“You already said sorry.”

“Please, Dana,” he said softly and she nodded before she closed the window and left the bedroom.

She left out the back door and walked around the side of the yard, meeting him on the front lawn.

“I am sorry I wasn’t there today. I wanted to be, but there was a good reason.”

“What reason?”

“My dad got new orders,” he said, staring at her with sad eyes. “We’re leaving.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “My parents have known for a couple of days, but they just told me this afternoon.”

“You’re leaving? Where are you going?” she asked, tears clogging her throat again.

“Overseas. Japan.”

“Japan…” Dana breathed. “That’s so far away.”

“I know.”

“When are you leaving?”

“Two days.”

“Two days?” she asked, unable to hold back the tears that fell down her cheeks.

“They need my dad quickly. I don’t understand it all, but we leave in two days.”

“I… I don’t want you to go,” she whispered, wiping her face.

“I don’t want to go either.”

“But you have to,” she said, knowing how life worked in the Navy- you went where you were told without question.

“I have to,” he replied, nodding his head.

The front door opened and Dana’s mother stood on the threshold, surprised to find them both standing there.

“Fox? Is everything okay? Your parents are alright?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a tight smile. “I… I didn’t meet up with Dana earlier and I came over to apologize.”

“Oh, well that was kind of you.”

“I have to get back home now,” he said, nodding at her mother and then looking at Dana. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, nodding her head.

He turned around and walked in the direction of his house, never looking back at them.

“He’s such a nice boy,” her mother said and Dana began to cry, her hands covering her face. “Dana? What is it, honey?”

Dana ran to her mother and threw her arms around her waist, crying into the long sweater she wore that smelled of cinnamon.

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“We won’t finish the treehouse,” Dana said the next day as they stood staring at it.

“We could try to get as much done as we can,” he suggested and she shook her head.

“I don’t really feel like it,” she said softly.

“Me either. And I have to be home soon anyway,” he admitted. “I have to pack up my stuff. My mom said she could, but I want to be the one to do it.”

“I would too,” Dana whispered, thinking about someone else packing her most prized possessions and how much it would bother her.

“I hate that we won’t be able to try to connect those trees. I’m sure whatever you came up with would have done it.”

She looked at him and he stepped closer to her, hugging her for the first time ever. It stunned her for a second and then she was hugging him back, closing her eyes as she tried to memorize how it felt to have him so close.

He stepped back and let her go, smiling sadly as he let out a deep breath.

“See you tomorrow, Dana Scully.”

“Yeah. Tomorrow, Fox Mulder,” she said, forcing herself to not cry.

He inhaled and nodded before he walked away, the special whistle the last thing she heard.

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Dana’s whole family, along with a few other neighbors, stood on the street saying goodbye to the Mulder family the next afternoon. The women gave them food they had baked while the men offered advice that was already known by everyone. The kids in the neighborhood said goodbye, giving Fox small trinkets he could carry with him in his bag. He nodded his thanks, his eyes often finding Dana’s in the small crowd.

“Alright,” Bill Mulder said, shaking Dana’s father’s hand for the last time. “We have to get going. Time to shove off.” Everyone laughed out a groan and stepped away from the car calling out for safe travels.

Fox walked up to Dana and smiled, his hands in his pockets.

“I’ll write to you,” he said. “Once we get there, I’ll send you a letter.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“Here,” he said softly. “I want you to have this.” From his pocket, he took out a smooth, flat, black stone. “I found this one day out in the woods and I really liked it. I was going to put it in the treehouse, but now… you’ll have to do it… when it’s finished.”

“Thank you,” she said, taking it from him and nodding as she looked at it. “It’s beautiful.”

“Fox! Come on!” his father shouted and Fox sighed.

“I have to go. Goodbye.”

“Wait! I have something for you too.” She took a folded piece of paper from her own pocket and handed it to him. “It’s a drawing of the treehouse.” He opened it quickly and she watched him as he looked at it.

“You finished it,” he said with a smile. “It’s perfect.”

“No. But it’s good.”

“It’s perfect,” he said again, smiling with a nod.

“Fox,” his mother said. “We have to get to the airport.”

“Okay, Mom.” He stepped forward and hugged Dana for the last time. “Goodbye, Dana Scully.”

“Goodbye, Fox Mulder,” she whispered.

He stepped back and hurried to the car, getting in and closing the door. He waved to her and she waved back, holding her tears in until their car had left the neighborhood and he could no longer see her.

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She never did finish the treehouse. Her heart was no longer in it.

And six months later, when her family was relocated to the state of Washington, she broke off one of the ladder rungs to take as a keepsake. Adding it to her ‘Fox Mulder’ box, which consisted of the rock he had given her when he left and the three letters he had sent her from Japan, she walked out of the house and did not look back.

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June 1977 San Diego, California

Dana locked the bathroom door and took the Polaroid picture out from where she had hidden it under her shirt, her heart thumping almost painfully in her chest. There had been a few pictures and she took the one that she felt would not be missed.

Seeing him so unexpectedly, as she and some other girls in the neighborhood had come to meet the new family, had made her freeze in place. Her ears rang and the conversation had suddenly sounded far away.

Fox Mulder, four years older than the last time she had seen him, was smiling at the camera with the same lopsided grin. His hair was longer and his face leaner, looking more like a man. But she could still see the boy she once knew.

“Did you take these pictures?” she had asked Susan, the older of the two sisters they had just met.

“Umm,” Susan had said, looking at what Dana was showing her. “Yeah! Well, no. I didn’t take them, but I was there. Isn’t he dreamy? You’ll never guess what his name is!”

“What?” Dana had said, not letting on just yet that she knew him.

“Fox! Isn’t that a hoot?” Susan had said, laughing with the other girls. “He was so sweet. He wasn’t really attached to any of the girls, but he danced and talked to all of us. One of the girls at the party had my camera and took those pictures. He was a good sport, but I don’t think he really wanted his picture taken.”

”When was this?” Dana had asked, looking through all the pictures again.

“About six months ago, at a Christmas party at the base we just left.”

Six months ago, Dana thought, touching his face in the picture. And two years since I’ve heard from him.

But… he still had the ability to make her stomach flip and her heart race. Even more so now as she could recognize the feelings for what they were and what they had always been.

She loved him. He had been the first boy she ever loved and the one by which she measured all others.

And how she missed him.

Putting the picture back under her shirt, she splashed some water on her face and left the bathroom to ask Susan if she knew how to get in touch with Fox once again.

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June 1981 Annapolis, Maryland

Dear Dana,

I still can’t believe I heard from you after all this time. I’m so sorry we lost touch. You have no idea how sorry.

It’s going to sound crazy, but the day your letter arrived, I had been thinking about that old treehouse and wondering if any children played in it or had added to it. I’m sure if they have, it won’t look anything like your vision. Only you could create something like it.

“Dana! Come on! You’re going to be late!”

“Yeah! I’m coming!” Dana called back, putting the letter she knew by heart after all these years back into the ‘Fox Mulder’ box with a smile.

She checked her hair one last time, grabbed her cap and gown hanging on the back of her door and her shoes from the floor, before she ran down the stairs.

“It’s your graduation and you’re the last one out the door,” her father said, tapping his watch with his eyebrows raised.

“Looking good takes time, Daddy,” she said, smiling impishly as she hung the gown up on the small hook and went around to get in on the other side of the car. “We have plenty of time.”

“Hmm,” he hummed and shook his head, checking his watch again as he too got in the car.

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October 1982 Cornell University

Dana was reading as she walked to her dorm, checking to see if the answer she had put down in a test was correct. She stopped walking as she scanned the pages, holding her breath until she let it out as relief washed over her.

“Not that I doubted myself,” she said quietly, closing the book. “And now you’re talking to yourself. Stop it or people will think you’re crazy.” She struggled to get the book back into her bag and when she finally did, she turned and ran directly into someone.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” she said, stepping back with an embarrassed chuckle. “I need to watch where I’m go-”

She stopped speaking as her eyes widened and she took another step back.

“Hello there, Dana Scully,” came the familiar words that were now spoken in a much deeper tone.

“Hello to you too… Fox Mulder,” she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief as he grinned the lopsided smile she loved so much, his hands in his pockets. “What? How are you here? How did you know where to find me? What are you doing here?”

“I called my mom, who then hunted up the number and called your mom, who then called me back and could not stop gushing over her incredibly brilliant daughter who was currently at Cornell University studying to become an engineer. Well… when I told her I wasn’t at all surprised to hear that, she laughed and said no, she supposed I wasn’t.” He grinned at her and she shook her head again.

“So you’re… you’re just here? Here?” she asked, her brain not quite understanding what her eyes were clearly seeing.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

They stared at one another, taking in the new faces they saw, while also seeing the friend they had once known so long ago. She smiled slowly and then threw her arms around his neck, crying and laughing at the same time.

“I have missed you so much,” she whispered.

“I’ve missed you too,” he said and she laughed as he squeezed her tightly, lifting her off her feet and spinning them in the crisp autumn air.

“Please don’t leave again anytime soon,” she said and he laughed as he set her down.

“I have absolutely no intention of doing any such thing.”

“Good,” she said, staring at him and still feeling as if it was all a dream.

“How about we get a cup of coffee? I think we have some catching up to do.”

“Yeah, we do,” she agreed and he grinned.

Gesturing for her to lead the way, she began to walk and he fell into step beside her. His hand brushed hers and her stomach flipped as a flush crept over her body. When his fingers intertwined with hers, she exhaled a deep breath, closing her eyes for a brief second, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Do you think the place we’re going to will have Ding Dongs?” he asked and her eyes flew open as she laughed.

“Not likely, but I know a place close by that sells them.”

“Good,” he said, squeezing her hand as they continued on the path.

No, she thought with a smile and almost imperceptible shake of her head. It’s more than good. So much more than good.

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November 1990 Boston, Massachusetts

It was late, but she was nearly finished with her project. She had drawn and redrawn it so many times, the lines were beginning to blur.

Stepping back, she looked at it and nodded, feeling that sense of completion she did every time she got it just right.

Leaving the papers laid out so she could check them over one more time in the morning, she laid the rock Fox had given her so long ago directly in the middle. Pressing two fingers to her lips, she kissed them and then touched the rock before reaching to turn off the light above her large drafting desk.

Before she did, her eyes landed on the drawing of the treehouse she had made and given to Fox to take with him when he left for Japan. He had saved it, always keeping it pressed in one of his favorite books so it did not get lost. He had carefully traced over her pencil lines with a black pen when it had begun to fade, wanting to preserve it.

He had surprised her with it the first night in their first apartment.

“That’s been all around the world,” he had said, touching the black frame as they both looked at it and her eyes filled with tears. “And now it’s finally back home.”

It had sat on a shelf until it was the first picture they hung in their new home.

The second was their wedding picture and some days she was not sure which one she loved more.

Leaving the office, she intended to head to bed, seeking Fox’s warm body to snuggle into, but a light coming from the backyard porch stopped her.

She walked through the kitchen and smiled when she saw Fox wrapping multicolored Christmas lights around the railings. Grabbing her jacket, she put it on as she opened the door and stepped outside.

“What are you doing out here, you crazy man?” she whispered, mindful of the late hour.

“Adding ambience to our little corner of the world,” he replied, smiling at her before returning to his task.

“And you couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“No. No time like the present,” he stated, reaching for the last strand and beginning to wind it around the handrail.

She watched him as she shook her head, too many emotions suddenly nearing the surface.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Yeah?” he replied just as softly.

“I love you.”

He looked up and smiled, abandoning the lights and walking over to her. She tilted her head back to look at him and his eyes dropped to her lips.

Pushing onto her tiptoes as he lowered his head, their lips met in the middle, her hands pressed gently to his cold cheeks. He pulled her closer and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Still the smartest person I know,” he whispered against her lips and she exhaled a chuckle.

“And?” she prompted teasingly, pulling back to look at him.

“And,” he said, smiling the smile that would forever make her feel weak in the knees. “I love you too.”

#fictober23 #fictober event #fanfic prompt #the xfiles #alternate universe #childhood friends #Navy #moving #separations #letters #friendship #growing up #getting to know each other #getting together #happy #love

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★; Greetings ! This event dedicated to halloween ( and to, of course, improve my writing skills) shall go on from 12th to 31st October. The premise and regulations may be quite perplexing, Henceforth I'll give a curt summary.

★; For the basics, you may request ANY prompts as long as they are related to Tom Riddle. I profusely apologise for this, however, I'll only be writing for Riddle. It brings me true enjoyment to write for him and i would certainly like to have a fun time aswell. If you cannot figure out what to request, you may choose any from the below!

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—HOMELY TO ITS TITLE, this category refers to requesting full length fics, written with dedication and proof-read. Though I have mentioned this before, I'd like to repeat that I'll be writing ONLY for Tom Riddle. I apologise once again. I've made such a regulation as i believe that my writing abilities are at their best doing so as I truly enjoy writing for him. because I'm down bad

—SOME EXAMPLES OF REQUESTS ARE such are this: "Hello, I'd like to request a Yandere!Tom x Unwilling! Reader in which they are partnered together in class and he tries to charm the reader, who obviously ignores him"

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[II]#'✦;HEADCANON REQUESTS:

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—QUITE AS WHAT THE TITLE SAYS, this section refers to requesting headcanons, which are not proper fics and rather my opinion on how Riddle would act in the given situation. Yes, perhaps, there will be some short and curt scenarios in the headcanon, However, that depends utterly on the context and request itself.

—EXAMPLES COULD GO IN SUCH WAY, like the given one ahead. "How do you think Yan!Tom Riddle would react to the reader being clingy or shy?"

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#writing event #harry potter #hp fandom #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #pls give me ideas #writing #writerblr #writing prompts #i need ideas #fictober23 #fictober event #tom riddle x reader

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Inktober Alternatives

Are you interested in Inktober but don’t like the history, the pressure, or the prompts for it, or some combination of the above? Valid, and a mood! (although also very fair to those who do participate in it, all art and challenging yourself healthily is valid, and I enjoyed it when I did last year)

Here are some potential alternatives that you might enjoy...

Whumptober

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/whumptober A bit of angst for every day, and more than one option per day. Plus they considerately give bonus possibilities for if one of the days just doesn’t work for you!

Flufftober

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/flufftober A real mix of prompts, from dialogue to AUs to single words - a wonderfully soft alternative~

Chilltobember

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/chilltobember In line with the name, this one is a bit more relaxed, with a choice of two prompts per week, and it actually extends all the way to December - I love the less intensive approach!

Fictober

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/fictober-event Their prompts aren’t out yet but apparently will be in the next few weeks. Looks like their prompts are dialogue-based, which is fun!

Creeptober

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/6-and-7/694192642857304064?source=share Part of someone’s normal blog but saw it and thought it would be fun for someone with more of a Halloween-y vibe.

There’s another one that I won’t mention but the 18+ of you are probably aware of and could consider!

If anyone knows of any others (that aren’t 18+, preferably, but hey you do you) please feel free to reblog with a link, and reblog in general - hopefully this can help people find whichever event suits them best, inktober or otherwise!!

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Fictober 2023: Day 4

Prompt: "Do you even know what this means?" Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Relationship: Commander Natasha Shepard/Kaidan Alenko, Commander Natasha Shepard & James Vega Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: Head Injury Summary: The Normandy escaped Mars as the Reapers descended, despite Cerberus' best efforts, and now Shepard is left with the guilt of what happened.

AO3 link: here. Preview below the cut.

Guilt. Dread. Fear.

Each emotion fought for dominance, threatening to overwhelm her as she cautiously carried Kaidan into the medbay of the Normandy.

Guilt because this was what she’d sought to prevent from the first moment she’d walked into her cabin and found his picture staring up at her from the desk. The Illusive Man’s silent threat. He knew what Kaidan meant to her. Her words of defiance on Mars had been the final straw, apparently.

Dread because the bruises around his eyes meant this injury was serious. He’d be lucky to survive this. And it was her fault The Illusive Man had ordered his robot to attack Kaidan. She should’ve protected him better. Somehow.

Fear because she didn’t want to lose him. The galaxy was falling apart as the Reapers descended on them, and her biggest fear was losing this one Human. The only person in the entire galaxy she’d do truly anything to save.

She gently placed Kaidan on the closest bed and stared down at him, still in shock. She peeked through the glass of his helmet. Her heart sank as she noticed the bruises had darkened.

#fictober23 #fictober event #day 4 #writing prompts #mass effect #commander shepard #commander natasha shepard #kaidan alenko #shenko #f!shenko #james vega #me3 #mass effect 3 #post-mars #angst #tw head injury #mass effect fanfic #it's late but idc lmaooo

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Liberating the Mirage

Summary:

When an assignment goes horribly wrong, Mulder has to race against time to find Scully.

But sometimes the line between reality and illusion blurs—and it turns out there’s more than one locked door that needs to be opened.

Notes:

This is my contribution to Fictober, a yearly event that celebrates writing and reading—and fall. All of which are good things in my world.

Since there’s no way I can come up with a new story every day, I’ve decided to write one fic that includes all prompts from the Fictober 2023 prompt list. They’re all in bold if you want to seek them out specifically. You can find the list here: Fictober 202

I’m dedicating this final chapter to @baronessblixen who’s encouraged me throughout this journey!

I would’ve never had the courage to try my hand at writing (and actually posting!) if it wasn’t for her. So, thank you, my friend.

I hope you’ll have as much fun reading this fic as I had writing it.

AO3 | Start at the Beginning | @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023

Epilogue

Holy Cross Memorial Hospital, Washington, D.C.

Mulder pressed his back against the wall of the long hallway and stealthily crept from door to door. If he didn’t have to worry about getting caught, he would’ve laughed. It seemed creeping along walls was all he did these days. The consequences of getting caught this time would be very different from last night though, even if they were not any less dire. Hospitals didn’t appreciate people sneaking into patients’ rooms after visiting hours, he’d learned over the years. Usually, he didn’t care about those things, but this time he didn’t want to take any chances.

When he finally reached the door marked with the number 603 he let out a breath and took a careful look around. He was alone in the hallway; the only sound was the humming of the overhead neon lights. He silently opened the heavy door to the hospital room and sneaked inside, quickly closing it behind him again. Someone had drawn the blinds, and only small slivers of sunlight fell onto the white covers of the bed standing close to the window.

Scully was lying in her hospital bed, her eyes closed. He quietly walked over to her bedside, his sneakers squeaking softly on the linoleum floor, and stared down at her. The machine monitoring her blood pressure hummed softly in the dimly lit room.

Her breath was slow and deep, and Mulder let out a relieved sigh. It would take some time until he stopped worrying after her latest adventure. His fingers brushed a strand of hair off of her forehead, and the slight contact of his hand with her face caused her to stir, her eyes fluttering open to look at him.

“Mulder? What are you doing here?” she asked, not the slightest hint of surprise in her voice at seeing him there.

“I needed to see you. Make sure you’re okay,” he said simply and took her hand in his, playing tag with her thumb. Scully watched their hands silently, pressing her thumb back against his, lost in thought.

“I’m fine, Mulder,” she said reverently. “There’s just a lot on my mind.”

Mulder nodded while keeping his gaze on their still joined hands, afraid she’d be able to read him like a book. “I talked to Skinner this morning. Our host was still in the basement where we had locked him up. It seems he couldn’t find a way out either.”

Scully looked up. “What about Connolly? Did they catch him as well?”

Mulder shook his head, not raising his eyes. “No. There’s no trace of him. He disappeared.”

Scully stayed silent, returning her eyes to their joined hands after a while.

“Did you talk to the doctor? When will you be able to go home?” Mulder finally asked, breaking the silence.

“Tomorrow. They did a full check-up and blood work today. I had an allergic reaction to the drug he injected me with. But apart from a few scratches and bruises, I’m okay now.”

Mulder finally raised his eyes to hers. “Who’s going to take care of you? Is your mother coming over or do you want me to pick you up?”

Scully looked up at him and then quickly avoided his eyes again. “Would you mind taking me home tomorrow? My mom’s just going to fuss and worry, and I’d rather not have her make a big deal out of a few bruises.” She kept fiddling with his thumb, circling hers around it again and again.

Mulder watched her for a moment. “What’s going on, Scully?” he asked softly.

“What do you mean,” she replied, still not looking at him.

Mulder squeezed her hand gently as he curled his fingers over her thumb, forcing it down into his palm. “You’re not looking at me, Scully. What’s this about,” he hesitated as a thought suddenly struck him. “Is this about our kiss?” he asked quietly.

Scully’s fingers twitched in his grasp. Bull’s eye, he thought grimly. His heart picked up speed, and he started to sweat. “Do you regret it, Scully?” he asked monotonously, his face a mask even though his heart was beating wildly.

Scully quickly looked up at him, searching his face. “Do you?” she asked, her face unreadable.

“No, I don’t,” he said firmly. “But if you do, I… I want you to know I understand. I know it wasn’t the best of circumstances, and you were probably still feeling the drugs,” he rambled nervously. “So, what I’m trying to say here is, that if you didn’t like it, and you’d rather forget it happened…” he waved his free hand around vaguely.

“I’m not saying I didn’t like it,” Scully said, amusement tinging her voice.

Mulder dropped their joined hands down to the bed covers and exhaled. “What are you saying then, Scully?” he asked, watching her intently.

“If I remember correctly, Mulder, it was me who kissed you. And I don’t want to forget. But in case you forgot, I can remind you,” she said with a smile.

She tugged on his hand in hers and pulled him closer, tenderly putting her free hand behind his neck.

Mulder was watching her with wide eyes, and she pulled him in for a kiss. This time he didn’t hesitate and deepened the kiss immediately, pressing his lips to hers.

Neither of them noticed the rays of the setting sun streaming through the hospital window, bathing the hospital room in soothing colors and engulfing their faces in a warm glow.

The End.

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Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed my contribution to Fictober 2023.

And if you want to comment, please feel free. You'd make my day—just be kind. You can also find this fic on AO3.

#xfiles #mulder and scully #xf fanfic #fictober23 #dana scully #fox mulder #msr #the x files #fictober event #fictober 2023 #xffictober #xffictober23 #i wrote this #Liberating the Mirage

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gali-la · 8 months

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-Tober Events! 🎃🕸️🎉

alrighty folks here is the deal-io

i've seen a whole bunch of hype for kink/kiss/whump/etc.-tober lately, and while I'm super excited to see what everyone comes up with, I don't have the time to dedicate to picking between prompts, coming up with an idea, and writing a solid fic for it. so instead, I've decided to do something different! I'd like y'all on tumblr, twitter, and wherever else i end up posting this to pick for me!

Here's the idea:

I'll have the prompts down at the bottom ⬇️, from whichever official -tober events I find, and if you'd like to see a fic/drabble from me about it, send over an ask (or message or literally any other way you find to communicate with me works, I'll be checking everything) with the day, prompt, and a general little plot/request! Or check out the form below!! ⬇️ ⬇️

For example:

"Day 5, [prompt], [req ex]" Super simple! The more details given the easier it is for me, but you can gimme as little or as much as you'd like ❤️ I'll be posting 'em on the day of, so you'll know exactly when to expect a reply!

Now, I don't anticipate getting too many requests, since I'm well aware my posts/stories don't garner quite as much interest as others', but if I do happen to get more than one request for one day, if, say, one prompt in particular is extra-popular, I'll do my best to get around to each request, but which one comes first will be based solely on luck. I'll set up a little wheel and have it choose for me! Good news is, since this is extremely unlikely, I'll have plenty of days without requests to try to get to as many as I can! I'll do my best to make no request end the month alone :(

I don't think I've got any extreme no-gos to be aware of, but pretty please don't go intentionally looking for a limit. Just send me what you'd like to see! what's the fun in anything other than that? 💖

Here's my carrd if you'd like to check out my works/see what fandoms I've written for or contact me! And, finally, here's

➡️ The Form!! 🎉🔥

Fill out to your heart's content, as many requests as you please~

And here's the lists of prompts + links to their original posts! ⬇️

Prompts are also available in the form itself~

1. Whumptober: 😞

2. AI-Less Whumptober: 😢

3. Kinktober: 😈

4. KinktoberMadness: 🔥

(one piece-specific)

5. Kisstober: 😘

6. Flufftober: 🥰

7. Angstober: 😭

8. Goretober: 🔪

9. Fictober: ✍️

#one piece #fanfic #kinktober #kisstober #october events #october 2023 #whumptober #flufftober #kinktober madness #ai-less whumptober #goretober #fictober #fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #october

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lovebugism · 6 months

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eddie fucking you in the back of his van whilst it’s raining😫

hope you like it lovie!! — after a series of ruined date nights, eddie makes up for another failure the only way he knows how (established relationship, smut 18+, 1.4k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie was gonna take you out, come hell or high water — literally.

It was like the universe was conjuring up ways to keep you apart. He tries to plan a date night with you, and suddenly you have to pick up your coworker’s extra shift and the brakes in his van don’t work anymore.

He takes you to a drive-in to see some black-and-white horror movie, and for the first time in weeks, things are actually looking pretty good. With some candy he brought from home, the two of you settle under the covers in the back of his van, lazing against one another as the projector flickers on.

And then it just starts fucking pouring.

It’s like he blinks and the whole thing gets canceled and the entire parking lot is empty.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” he grumbles under his breath, not unlike the black storm clouds rolling overhead.

You giggle at his dramatics. The heavenly sound melts with the wild cadence of rain, tapping rhythmically against the rusted tin roof of the van.

You’re still being a good sport about the whole thing despite the circumstances. You don’t care what you’re doing, really. You’re happy just doing nothing with Eddie.

“They refunded us for next week. We can just come back Saturday.”

“I wanted to do it this Saturday,” he whines, all boyishly angry. With his arms crossed over his chest, he leans his head back and bares his milky white neck. “This was supposed to be our night together— why does everything have to get so fucked all the time?”

“It’s not like everything’s totally ruined,” you assure him, practically cooing as you smooth out the frown between his brows with your thumb. “At least we’re together. Who cares about the rest of it?”

“I know, but… You were really excited about it. And I was really excited to watch you watch the movie.”

Eddie tries to be serious, but he’s grinning the second he makes you laugh.

“Shut up…”

“I mean it,” he tells you, serious and quiet with it. His cheek squishes against his shoulder when he pouts at you. “I think I might be heartbroken, babe.”

You know what he’s playing at. You lean into it, anyway.

“Yeah?” you hum with narrowed eyes.

He nods.

“Want me to make it better?”

“Please?”

You close the short distance between you to press a kiss to his mouth. It’s the chastest little peck — you’re practically gone the second you’re there. Eddie chases you when you pull away, tasting of nicotine and pink starbursts when he kisses you deeper.

You get lost in him like it’s nothing, sighing when his soft tongue juts gently against your own. He’s sucking softly at your bottom lip one second, and the next, you’re lying on a pile of fuzzy blankets.

His rings and cold knuckles brush your sides when he tugs at the hem of your shirt, a silent plea for its removal. You come to then, pulling back from him with a low click sounding between your kissed mouths.

“Wait…”

“What?” he wonders, lips rosy and swollen. His deep, chocolate eyes dart between both of yours, looking for any sign that something might be wrong.

“Won’t we get in trouble?”

“No— Everyone already left.”

He’s breathless from having been kissed so ardently. He leans down for more anyway. His stomach twists with rejection when you press against his shoulders to stop him.

With a sigh, he concedes and rises off of you again. His shirt is wrinkled and skewed around his neck from your passionate touches. Still on his knees, he reaches for the metal handle of the back door and shouts into the roaring rain — “Hello? Anyone out here?”

“Eddie!” you shout, giggling and jerking backward when rogue droplets sprinkle inside.

The van shakes when he slams the door shut again.

“See?” he lilts with a lopsided grin. “No one.”

You shake your head at him. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“You love me, though,” he mutters as he settles back over you. The weight of his body is warm against your own. With your hands on his sides, you pull him somehow closer.

“Unfortunately…” you gripe, kissing the breath from his lungs a second later.

When he reaches for the hem of your shirt again, you let him take it off.

—————

The thundering rain against the roof almost drowns out your gentle moans. Eddie’s glad you’re breathing them right into his ear, so he can hear everything he’s doing to you.

His thrusts are slow and measured. Almost painfully unrushed. He shushes your begging to go faster — “Just let me make you feel good,” he mutters, slurred and low, “Let me hit that spot.” He pierces you with his cock, tilting his hips to hit deep inside you until you make a pretty noise for him, then he creeps back out again.

He never pulls all the way out, though, ‘cause he might die if he left the warm velvet you are around him. He keeps his pelvis pressed intently against your own, the coarse hair at the base of his cock steady on your pussy. The pressure against your clit is merciless.

“Put your legs around me, baby,” he mumbles against your mouth because he knows the different angle will make it better for you.

He almost smirks when you obey him without thinking, but his mouth parts with an unexpected moan before he can. You pull your knees back and tuck your ankles around his waist, heels pressing gently above his ass.

Your cunt widens and suckles him further in.

Eddie grumbles a hearty, poorly muffled moan into your neck.

“There you go— just like that,” he praises. “Doing so good for me, pretty. Always so good for me.”

You whine again, high and light, like the praise is equally as pleasurable as his cock.

His metal chain glides between your breasts when he pulls back from you. He tucks his ringed fingers into your waist and sits back on his haunches, balls resting warm and wet against your ass. He keeps rocking into you, unhurried.

“What happened to that mouth you had before, huh?” Eddie wonders, still breathless.

He smirks when you moan in response. He knows you don’t have the words to answer him. He knows he’s fucked you far too stupid.

“Thought I was incorrigible, remember? What happened to that?”

Your mouth parts in a silent whimper, back arching and brows pinching when his cock hits deeper than you think he’s ever been. The pleasure feels borderline electric — makes your spine tingle and your legs go numb.

“Yeah… For someone who loves mouthing off—” Eddie continues to tease despite his breathlessness. You clench around him, and he has to remember to exhale. “—You open up so easily for me. Don’t ya, honey?”

You wanna say something. You think you almost do. But his thrusts are as merciless as they are slow. He presses impossibly deep within you and keeps hitting that spot until you tremble. The words get caught in your throat, along with a silent moan.

“That’s okay, honey. Just let me fuck you. Let me make you feel good,” Eddie slurs, mumbling like he’s talking to himself. “Go dumb for me like you always do. So perfect at that— god.”

He tilts his head back to howl a groan. Through fluttering lashes and a blurry vision, you see his clenched jaw and taut neck and heaving chest.

Eddie always talks a big game when he gets you all sweet and pliable underneath him. He loves to be dominant while he tears you apart, but as his own orgasm crawls up his spine, his true colors start to show.

He leans back over you again, caging you beneath his warm weight. He stops hiding his pathetic whines and whimpers and instead buries them into your sweat-slick shoulder. He babbles in your ear, a bunch of garbled nothingness because words are starting to lose meaning.

“Fuck, honey. Oh, fuck— you’re so fucking— shit. You’re so goddamn pretty, baby, you know that? So good for me. So soft, too. Shit. This pussy’s gonna kill me.”

He tucks his face into your neck and tries to kiss you through his whines. His ringed fingers crawl behind your back, holding you like his life depends on it while his measured thrusts grow rapid and sloppy.

Eddie begs you to cum, or rather demands it because he can feel himself about to explode. “Cum— Cum for me— right fucking now.”

You do. You’ve been hanging by a thread the whole time, really. And like you expected, Eddie’s not too far behind you. Your unabashed moans entwine, mixing with the wild cadence of the rain against the tin roof of the rocking van.

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