#fictober day 14

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"If you don't stop-" | James Wilson x Reader

Fictober 2023 Day 14 - "If you don't stop-"

James Wilson x gender netural!Reader

Warnings: flirting, some sexual references, no use of Y/N, James being a simp

A hospital reception isn’t a most thought-of setting for a flashy poker tournament, but the gathering of hospital staff and supporters alike dressed to the nines in suits and gowns certainly helped create a little slice of Vegas.

You were no exception; your own evening wear clung delightfully to your body as you strolled around the room. You clutched two glasses of champagne as you peered through the sea of faces: Chase was lounged against a table as he attempted to chat up his newest conquest, Foreman was hiding his laugh behind his hand at Chase’s romantic desperation, and Cameron had already walked back into the crowd with exasperation at her colleagues.

But none of them was who you were looking for.

Somewhere among the crowd of happy poker players was your boyfriend, James Wilson. Any opportunity to play poker with House (and raise money for charity, of course) Wilson would take and so you scanned over the green tables until, eventually, you found him.

James’s brow was furrowed more intensely than during one of his consults as he glared down at his cards. And his brow furrowed further has House leaned over with his trademarked childish grin with some devious attempt to put his friend off. A shout from Lisa Cuddy broke the two apart, her impressive stack of chips more than signifying her eagerness to play. They all looked so charming in their bow ties and dress respectively, James the most so: he was alluring in his fitted tuxedo, entirely at home in suave and sophisticated finery. He’d been looking forward to this night for weeks and you couldn’t wait to spend it with him.

You started walking over to the trio as Dr House looked up at you and nudged Wilson in the side. James’s eyes flitted up to you and he was immediately transfixed. His gaze followed you like a moth to the flame as you walked towards him, as smooth as the swaying jazz in the background. James’s eyes ran up and down your body unabashedly with a small boyish smile to himself. If he could linger in every single inch of your body he would, worshiping the sight like a holy man to his only vice. Slowly, he dragged his eyes back to your beaming smile as your rounded the poker table to his side. You reached down to press a gentle kiss to his cheek and as you pulled away, he followed into your warmth. James’s eyes remained closed for a moment, breathing deeply into your scent. As you greeted him, he replied with a high-pitched, almost pained sigh and a whisper.

“I really hate you.”

You were taken aback for a second. You looked down at your boyfriend with an incredulous smile.

“Oh, love you too, babe,” you replied, sarcastically. James’s brain suddenly kicked out of its daze as he reached up to stroke your hip.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he apologised quickly. “I didn’t mean that. It’s just- you look- you’re absolutely stunning… But I still hate you.” He could be such an enigma sometimes.

“Why? What have I done?”

“You’re being very… distracting,” James’s eyes flicked to your lips for a second. Your head fell back as your let out a laugh.

“You’re usually fine with me being distracting,” you said, faux-innocently, using your height advantage to lean over James as your body pressed into his. Even an untrained eye could see his held breath at the touch of your body against his.

“Yes, I’ve seen you be very distracting through the windows of Wilson’s office,” House teased around the cigar between his lips. Your head whipped around like a flash to meet a wink from House as Wilson coughed and spluttered at his friend.

“What?! I thought the curtains were closed!”

“You did what in Wilson’s office?” Cuddy interrogated with disbelief from across the table as you and your equally-guilty boyfriend blushed a deep crimson.

“Anyway…” you rushed to change the subject from your less-than-professional sex life. But that didn’t have to be the end of your fun. “I got you a drink, James.” You bent forwards to place your second glass of champagne down on the table and unashamedly pressed your chest into James’s face as you leaned in. His eyes closed in a dizzy state of bliss.

“If you don’t stop now-“ James warned, lowly.

“Stop what, baby?” you replied coyly, brushing your fingers through your boyfriend’s coiffed hair just how he liked it.

“Please,” James let out in a whine. Just then, you spotted Cameron waving to you from across the room. Suddenly, you stood up straight, righted your dress and pressed a deep kiss to James’s lips. You ripped a low moan from his chest as you pulled away all too soon.

“Bye, babe. Good luck!” You winked as you quickly ran off in search of your friend, leaving James Wilson knowing this would be a long night.

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Fictober Day 14

Prompt 14: "If you don't stop now —" 

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail 

Rating: T 

Warnings: None 

Stelle enjoyed touching her loved ones. It assured her that they were real and that they wanted her to be there. It was especially important for the one she was romantically involved with. As with kisses, she was willing to take any opportunity to be in contact with her lover, especially since her time with him was so sparse.  

She had returned to the Luofu after dealing with the IPC in Belobog, eager to spend a few hours with Jing Yuan. Their responsibilities tore them apart more often than not; responsibilities that neither would ask the other to abandon. And so what time they did have together Stelle savored.  

Initially she had been kneading sore muscles, strained from a day of hard training but given the relaxation beneath her hands she had shifted to simple touches. Gentle callused fingers traced along scars that lined the skin of his back, her mind contentedly blank. She didn’t need to think here with Jing Yuan; she could just exist without any expectations.  

“Enjoying yourself?” Jing Yuan looked over his shoulder at her, his typical lazy smile on his lips as he teased.  

“Yes,” Stelle answered without hesitation, returning his smile with a small one of her own. “Are you?”  

The chuckle was more felt against her hands than heard. “Very much so.” He gave a contented yawn, his eyes closing as he settled back against her. “I’ll have to call you every time I work too hard.”  

No longer having access to his back her fingers trailed down his muscular arm, her eyes following her hand’s movements. “I charge extra for emergency calls.” she commented, teasing in her own quiet way. “You’ll have to upgrade your subscription though.”  

“I’ll make room in the budget.”  

She couldn’t help the laugh, her usual blank exterior dropped for the time being. Emotions, for all that they could be confusing and sometimes highly uncomfortable, colored her formerly gray world. And slowly she was learning how to express them openly. “I’ll send you the paperwork.” The long suffering sigh brought a larger smile to her face, even as her fingers shifted from tracing the bones in his hand to exploring the pattern of scars and muscles along his ribs.  

It was nice to simply touch, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath her hands and the steady rise and fall as he breathed. And yet, his breath hitched as she followed the path of the scar that she knew had come from Dan Heng’s spear. Golden eyes flickered to his face to see if it had hurt. As far as she knew this was his most recent injury and given how he had pushed his recovery, it was possible that it still hurt.  

Jing Yuan’s eyes were closed when she looked up, but there was no trace of pain anywhere. She could read that much at least. Cocking her head in curiosity, her fingers continued their path feeling his breath stutter again. Ah. A bit of mischief glinted in her eyes, and she dragged her fingers down the way they had come, still watching as he let out a small growl.  

“IF you don’t stop now, Stelle,” He rumbled as she shifted again, her teasing touch reaching the well-defined muscles of his abdomen.  

“Hmm?” She hummed, waiting for him to finish his sentence even as her fingers continued their exploration. A large hand enveloped hers, trapping it and preventing any further teasing. She looked up to see his eyes boring into her, eyes as gold as her own but there was something darker lurking there. “Yes?”  

“You’re tempting me.” He brought her hand up to his lips to kiss just above her pulse. “If you continue, I don’t think I can stop myself.” He might have been a disciplined man, but that didn’t mean he was perfect. Especially when she insisted on teasing him like she was.  

The trailblazer considered that, her gaze never wavering and then she smiled, an amused and slightly wicked expression.   “I wasn’t intending on tempting you but if you want me to, I can try.”  

With a tug on the hand he held, he brought her into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around her to cage her against him. “Ah. If that’s what you insist on.” He bent just enough to brush his lips against hers. “Very well then. I am yours.” 

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Suptober day 14 - I Call This One “The Tarantino”

Dean cares for his sicky-poo hubby.

Suptober prompt: Fever Flufftober prompt: "I hate it" - "No, you don't" Fictober prompt: "If you don’t stop now —"

(Read on AO3)

On his way into the room he gives a little tap on the door frame.

“Knock knock, babe, you feelin' any better?” he calls softly.

In the dim glow of their nightlight, Cas is nothing but a mounded shape on the bed. The shape doesn't move, but a muffled, guttural groan issues forth.

“Okay, I'll take that as a no,” Dean chuckles.

“Fuck you,” his husband replies hoarsely.

“Awwww, grumpy pants.”

Peeling the blankets down a bit, he touches the back of his hand to the patient's forehead. “Mmm, nope, that fever's still cookin'. Sit up a little, I'll give you another dose.”

With much grumbling and an impressively multilingual array of swear words, Cas allows himself to be muscled into a sitting position. Dean administers a couple of pills and a tall glass of water, which he refuses to take back until its contents have been drained. “I know it hurts to swallow, bud, but you gotta stay hydrated.”

Cas cracks open a bleary eye and glares at him resentfully. “Why won't you just let me die?” he rasps.

“Well,” Dean explains as he helps his husband reposition himself back down in the bed. “I'm kind of fond of you, for one thing.” He drops a kiss on Cas's messy hair. “For another thing, I hate to break it to you, but this is not a fatal illness. You will feel like shit for another couple days, and you will be denied the sweet release of death about it. Sorry, but very much not sorry for that.”

As another rasping growl erupts from his patient, Dean sighs.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I know. Bein' sick is the worst. You want me to rub your back?”

“No,” comes the mournful reply. “My skin hurts.”

“Okay, well, how about this?”

Moving down to the bottom of their bed, he throws the blankets back to uncover Cas's feet, and runs a tickling finger up one sole.

Cas flails and almost kicks him in the face. “Dammit, Dean, if you don't stop now–”

“Okay, okay, sorry. I couldn't resist. But here, let me just...”

Taking one foot in each of his hands, he digs his thumbs into the meat of his husband's arches and pushes in a rolling circle.

Cas groans again, but it sounds less sepulchral this time.

“Good, huh?” Dean says with a grin.

“...I hate it,” comes the faint reply.

“No, you don't.” He shifts his grip and starts stroking from Cas's heels up towards his toes.

“Mmmm no, I don't. Keep going.”

“As you wish.”

Dean busts out all his best moves, massaging from his husband's ankles all the way up to the tips of his toes. Cas moans and sighs, desperate to soak in some pleasant sensation after feeling full-body lousy for the past few days.

“How are you so good at that,” he asks dazedly after Dean finishes and tucks the blankets back in around his poor patient's tootsies.

“Hey, you think I spent my twenties picking up waitresses all across this great nation of ours and I didn't level my foot rub game up to immaculate? The American service industry runs on aching feet and tired legs. Those moves got me laid more times than I can count.”

Cas hums. “Well, I'm afraid I can't pay you back in the manner to which you are accustomed.” His voice fades as he starts drifting off for another fever nap.

Dean gets up to leave again so his husband can rest, but he pauses on his way out the door. “It's okay, baby,” he says with a soft smile. “I take rain checks.”

[randomfoggytiger]

Prompt if you want: Post GenderBender. Mulder keeps thinking about Scully’s comment “hard to imagine in this day and age having sex with a total stranger.” Curious, he asks if she’s never had a one night stand or if she disapproves of them. They discuss. Could be canon divergent RST or no.

"We Need to Get Help"

(Fictober, Day 14)

This turned into a Gender Bender/Never Again comparison fic-- hope you don't mind! If you want a piece that sticks strictly to your criteria, let me know. :DDD (Thanks so much for the prompt~!)

*****

"Guy blew an artery. Must have been some roll in the hay."

Even then, Mulder reflected, Scully had looked to him first, given an I don't believe this glance, and took in his studied and intrigued Better believe it stare back.

"Hard to imagine this day and age someone having sex with a perfect stranger."

Mulder had expected her rejoinder. He'd written monographs on complex human behavioral patterns; and Scully had not, as yet, broken hers.

Rigidity in the name of safety-- Scully applied the rules of science to both her work and her relationships, breaking complicated problems into understandable, digestible pieces. The daughter of a Navy captain who learned the mating games' "yes"s and "no"s as easily as basic self-defense: intimacy off the table until the person in the other chair was proven trustworthy.

Religion would be secondary to those guiding principles: she may have been the third child of two Catholics, but Scully's parents had never professed or pursued zealotry (a woman with revelatory visions, two babies conceived out of wedlock, and all four children grown up to become either agnostic or choosy about the Church's traditionalist doctrines); and they had to have known about a few of their daughter's long-term partners (Jack Willis, at least, who was secure enough in his relationship to openly share his birthday and his family's cozy winter cabin.) Her own beliefs colored firmly in the lines of her science, the cross at her neck catalogued into the minerals and elements of its properties.

But now-- parallels thick between broken patterns, tossed traditions, heated passions, shredded backs, and the siren calls of Ed Jerse and Marty No-Last-Name-- Mulder stared at Scully's witness statements and tried and tried and tried to find his green, perplexed partner.

And tried to understand what else she no longer looked to him for.

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

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Fictober Day 14: Sickfic

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Sickfic (🌼)

Summary: Matt doesn't like admitting when he's sick, but his behavior says more than a thousand words.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of vomiting, sickfic (the flu, to be more precise), Matt being a mess, established relationship, mentions of nudity (nothing sexual, but Matt's Devil is on display)

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: I always wonder what it would be like for Matt when he gets sick because my senses are out of whack when I'm sick, so he must be in hell, right?

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Matt Murdock doesn’t get sick.

At least, that’s what he tries to tell himself. 

His immune system is strong, and people with a strong immune system don’t get sick. Except, his logic is incredibly flawed, and when he does get sick, he refuses to admit it until he’s quite literally on the brink of death. You’ve learned this the hard way over the years; he turns into a feverish, disoriented, ridiculous man-child whenever he’s down with something.

The door falls shut behind you, a bag from the local pharmacy in one hand and chicken broth take-out in the other. Matt managed to catch himself the flu—again. You told him that is what he gets for going out in the dead of night, but he never learns.

“Honey, I’m home!” you sing. 

Though instead of finding your boyfriend wrapped in a burrito of blankets in bed, where he should be, he’s standing in the middle of the living room, trying to wrestle the Daredevil suit over his clammy skin. So far, he has only managed to get half of it on, and—oh no, why—his pants are on the floor. No pants, and yes, no underwear. 

From the looks of it, he is as hot as he is cold.

“Uh,” you frown, “hello? What the hell are you doing out of bed?”

“I have to–” Matt tries to catch his breath, failing to find the opening in the fabric. “The city. The city needs me.”

He’s so congested you would have laughed at him any other day, but not today. 

“Nuh-uh. Your bed needs you,” you retort. “And for God’s sake, Matt, put your pants back on!”

He tugs on the suit again, but it’s like watching a toddler trying to put on a pair of socks. He’s too weak, too sweaty, and too feverish to even know which way is up.

“I don’t… need pants,” Matt argues.

“Yes, you do.” You put the bags down by the coffee table and grab his boxers off the floor. “Normally, I don’t mind seeing you naked, but you’re sick, and sick people need pants.”

He frowns at you, head tilting in your direction. “No… Is someone knocking?” 

You pause, trying not to laugh. “That’s my heartbeat.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

His hand drifts up toward your chest on autopilot, and the moment his fingers brush against the swell of your breast, you stop him. “That’s my boob,” you say.

God, he’s exhausting. If you didn’t love him so much you would turn around and run. The last time he tore off all his clothes, he ended up on the roof while it was snowing, trying to cool off. It sounded as though he was holding a seance, and you swore you would never make the mistake of leaving the rooftop access open again, not when he’s sick and doesn’t know what he’s doing. His senses get cloudy, and he starts to hallucinate. 

Fun times.

Matt’s hand stays there for a moment. “Soft,” he murmurs.

The groping stage is new, but you find it more endearing than anything. You take his hand away. “Remember what I said?”

“No?”

“Underwear,” you tell him, lips curling into a smile, “Then straight to bed.”

He retreats like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

“Alright, come on. You’re dizzy.” You start to guide him toward the bedroom. Maybe you can finally convince him to get some rest. 

“No, I’m not—” Matt takes one wobbly step and immediately starts to tip forward, legs giving out underneath him.

You catch him just in time, which is a feat because he is heavy, keeping him from face-planting into the coffee table. “Yep. Definitely dizzy,” you say.

He groans. Happens every time. “I don’t get sick,” he insists.

You drag him over to the bed. “You sure about that?” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Sure.” You lower him down on the mattress, and for the first time today, he lets you. “Let me just get you your medicine, okay?”

“No!” he whines. 

“Yes.”

He makes a face like a petulant child. “Tastes bad.”

You sigh. “Do I need to wrap it in peanut butter for you?”

He doesn’t answer, just grumbles something unintelligible. You grab the bag from the living room and the jar of peanut butter from the kitchen. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” you scoop up a spoonful of peanut butter, “I have a dog.”

But it’s the only way he will take the cough syrup. It’s the only way he will swallow the bitter taste of the ibuprofen. And it is the only way Matt will even eat something when he’s sick. “Eat this,” you say, “and I’ll let you go back to sleep.”

Matt, still half-delirious, opens his mouth obediently, taking the spoon into his mouth. “It’s not even… that good,” he says.

Liar. You chuckle. “Lie back, c’mon.”

The bed creaks under your weight as you climb in beside him, pulling the covers up and over him. He hesitates, torn between telling you for the hundredth time that he is not sick, and he never gets sick, and just melting into your embrace like a candle on its last bit of wax. His body aches, his cheeks are burning, and he can barely breathe without breaking into a fit of toe-curling coughs. He’s miserable, and he has to admit it. He has to admit it so he can rest—so you can get your boyfriend back.

He loves you to death. 

You brush your fingers through his messy hair. “Come here,” you say.

Matt presses his face against your chest. “I hate being sick,” he says.

It is the most honest he has been all day.

“I know.” You press a kiss to the top of his head. “You’ll feel better soon, I promise.”

“Don’t wanna get you sick.”

“Shh,” you shush him. “Just rest, baby. I’ve got you.”

He clings to you, his breathing finally starting to even out. He snores, and he wheezes, but he falls asleep, finally, still holding onto you like his life depends on it, and you are right where you need to be.

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Richonne Fictober 2024 Rules, Guidelines, & Calendar

Richonne Fictober 2024 is a 31 day challenge for fanfiction writers/creators to write/create and publish a Richonne-centric story or related content everyday for the month of October.

Fics should be between 100 and 5,000 words. Rick and Michonne must be the main pairing. Richonne is an interracial pairing, so be mindful of tropes and language that perpetuates racism and misogynoir. Rick is a canonically disabled character, so be mindful of using tropes and language that is ableist. Fanartists should be mindful of not whitewashing Michonne, Andre, and RJ in their pieces.

Please tag @richonneevents and use the tag: #richonnefictober24

Be sure to tag your prompt and which day you are filling.

In addition to Richonne-centric fanfiction, creators are encouraged to make fanart; playlists; edits; moodboards; rec lists; graphics; podfics; gifsets; photo sets; fanvids etc.

WEEK 1

Day 1: Making Caramel / Candy Apples

Day 2: Seasonal Shopping (Clothes, decor, etc.)

Day 3: “The leaves are changing!”

Day 4: “Pumpkin spice...what?!”

Day 5: Autumn Breeze

WEEK 2

Day 6: Overcast Morning

Day 7: Bobbing for Apples

Day 8: Pumpkin Patch Visit

Day 9: Rainy Day

Day 10: Scarecrow

Day 11: Haunted Hayride / Haunted House

Day 12: Horror Movie Marathon

WEEK 3

Day 13: Jumping in A Leaf Pile

Day 14: Warm Apple Cider / Hot Chocolate etc

Day 15: Corn Maze

Day 16: By The Fire(place)

Day 17: Candles 

Day 18: Flannel

Day 19: Nestled Under Blankets

WEEK 4

Day 20: Festival 

Day 21: First Frost

Day 22: Kissing In The Rain

Day 23: Baking Pies

Day 24: Cemetery Stakeout 

Day 25: Black Cat

Day 26: Dead-End

WEEK 5

Day 27: Underneath The Sky

Day 28: Full Moon

Day 29: Carving Jack o’ Lanterns

Day 30: Costume Party

Day 31: Trick or Treat

[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 14: Always Stick To The Plan

Prompt: "Did you stick to the plan?"

Angst fic: The moment between Mulder, Linda Bowman, and Scully in "Kitsunegari" plays out slightly differently… Rating: T, wc: 961

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

The anger blazes hot under his skin. His finger is poised and ready to shoot. He stares at the woman, at Robert Patrick Modell’s sister, tasting bile on his tongue. The woman who just shot his partner.

How many times has he been there just in the nick of time? How many times has he heard Scully yell his name? The gun had been at her temple. Now… now. He doesn’t want to think about it. Can’t think about it. Scully on the ground, pale and lifeless. A sea of blood around her, her life drowning in it.

His finger twitches. How easy it would be. A life for a life. But nothing he’ll do will bring Scully back. Nothing he can do to ease the pain that’s threatening to bring him to his knees.

“I’m gonna kill you,” he screams. Just one more second. He will pull the trigger and end this once and for all.

“Don’t listen to her, Mulder.” The words are so familiar, but the face, and the woman saying them, are not. Don’t play her game. He won’t play her game. She’s trying to weaken him, make him believe she’s not who he thinks she is. Then she’ll pounce.

“You were right about her,” Linda Bowman continues. “It’s me. I’m Scully.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Doubt shoots into him like a dagger. What if he’s wrong about the game she’s playing? He has to get it right. He thinks of Scully. Of his Scully. The body lying there on the ground. That was Scully. He’s seen that expression on her face before. The sheer panic. The twitch of her lips. It was her. It is her. Linda Bowman is messing with his head.

“I’m Scully,” she says again. “Mulder, listen to me. She wants you to kill me because she knows you’ll never forgive yourself.”

Well, she’s right about that. In a flash, he sees his future. Calling Mrs. Scully and giving her the news. The funeral. The life after. There’s a void. Nothing more than blackness. Her brother had warned him. They have all warned him and now, he’s killed her. Linda Bowman might have pulled the trigger, but Scully’s blood is on his hands.

“You killed her,” he growls. “You did this.” His finger is still on the trigger and his aim is true.

“Mulder, you-,” she trails off, and her expression changes. Except Mulder can’t read it. He doesn’t know this woman at all. “Did you stick to the plan?” The question comes out of nowhere and hits him right in the chest.

“What?” he asks.

“Did you stick to the plan?” The voice is all wrong. The look on her face is undecipherable but these words... Last year, on their way back from seeing Eddie Van Blundth, Scully came up with it. They spent most of the drive in silence, neither of them knowing what to say. What’s there to say when you’ve almost made out but one of you wasn’t even you? But then Scully said they needed a plan. A phrase. Something that would let the other know it was them whenever evidence pointed to the opposite.

Mulder had laughed it off at first. Because he was still hurt. Hurt and confused. “What kind of plan?” he’d asked eventually, deciding it couldn’t harm. It was just in case after all. And then Scully came up with what turned out to be the perfect plan.

“Did you?” she asks again, bringing his mind back to where it’s needed. He sees himself back in that car, Scully next to him. She’d said, “Whenever one of us isn’t sure, we’ll ask ‘did you stick to the plan?’”

“But why?” Mulder had asked.

“Because. If it’s you – or me – we will know. We’ll know there’s no plan. The impostor, however, won’t know. They’ll try to make sense of it.”

And he got it. He turned to her, amazed. Scully had grinned at him and he’d known that everything would turn out right in the end.

It should have been him asking. Him asking Scully about the plan, but in his pain and anger, he hasn’t even thought about it.

“Scully?” he asks in disbelief.

“It’s me, Mulder-” Her reply is swallowed by a gunshot. Mulder winces as if he’s been shot. He’s still staring at the woman – at Linda Bowman. Except she no longer is Linda Bowman. She’s Scully.

“Scully,” he says again. She squeezes his arm in passing, kneeling on the ground to check the other woman’s pulse. This time Mulder looks. For a split second, he sees Scully there. The way he’s seen her minutes ago. He saw it. He watched her pull the trigger and crumple to the floor. Lifeless. The image disappears and now it’s Linda Bowman. He blinks a few times to make sure.

“It’s over,” Scully says and it’s her voice. It’s her. He spins around, looking her up and down. He reaches out and touches her arms, her hands. He cups her face, observing her. She lets him, doesn’t say a word.

“It’s you,” he says over and over again. “I thought I lost you. I thought I lost you for real this time.” He doesn’t think and acts on instinct. He throws his arms around her and holds her. Just holds her as tightly to himself as he can. Only when her arms go around him, too, does he break down, letting his tears flow.

“I’m here, Mulder,” she whispers, kissing his temple and every spot she can reach on his face. “I’m all right. We both are. You did stick to the plan,” she adds with a whisper and he hiccups a laugh, not letting go of her. Not ever letting go.

[allzelemonz]

Training The Workhorse: Arthur Morgan X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 14, Orgasm Denial Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Arthur being needy, orgasm denial, kissing, anal fingering, oral sex, blow jobs, rimming, teasing, top Reader and bottom Arthur Summary: Arthur has been overly needy, so you give him just enough attention to ensure he listens.

Arthur lays beneath you on his back, his legs spread and his head thrown back into a pillow. The hotel room has gotten much hotter since you first entered and Arthur is sweating with flushed skin. He looks perfect, even if he’s been annoying you lately. For the past few weeks he’s been especially needy, so much that it impedes your jobs with the gang and your chores around camp. Naturally, you decided to give Arthur your undivided attention when you took him into town. That’s why you’ve been teasing him for hours, stopping before he has a chance to release.

At first he complained, but he quickly learned not to after you made him sit without any attention for a while. You started with the usual kissing and palming until you had him just like he is now. The fingering brought him to the edge easily, pressing down on that sweet spot while Arthur writhed and gasped beneath you. Then you moved to lazy pumps of his dick, then you took him in your mouth, then your tongue explored inside him. All the bases have been covered, leaving Arthur a begging mess without even taking your dick out.

“Darlin’, please.” Arthur says, his voice raspy from all the noise he’s been making. “I won’t bother ya when yer busy… please.”

“I don’t believe you, Arthur.”

Your hand squeezes lightly at his balls, massaging them with gentle care. He’s too sensitive now, being rough might tip him over the edge before you can stop it. Your other hand rests on his hip, holding him down. Normally Arthur could fight it, but he’s exhausted from being dragged along and no matter what he says, he’s enjoying it.

“Yer gonna kill me at this rate, darlin’.” He groans. “I’m gettin’ too old fer this.”

“You’re not old, Arthur. And I know you have more stamina than this.”

He chuckles. “Suppose… I just need it… it’s startin’ ta hurt.”

You sigh, leaning over him to press a kiss to his lips. “You promise you’ll behave while I’m working?”

“Promise.” Arthur says, his hand cupping your cheek as he kisses you again. “Can ya finish the job now, darlin’? I’m dyin’.”

“Sure. What do you want?”

He grins, blushing. “Yer mouth, please.”

You kiss him one more time before lowering yourself down, trailing kisses all the way. Arthur stares up at the ceiling, at least wanting to last until you’ve actually started. You don’t bother teasing him now that he’s behaving, simply wrapping your lips around him and starting a quick pace. Your hand stays up on his torso, kneading at his skin and feeling the muscle underneath. Arthur’s hips move against you as he lets out noises of appreciation. It only takes him a minute to release, shooting his cum down your throat with a shuttering moan. You swallow what you can, wiping your mouth before Arthur pulls you back up for a kiss.

He hums. “Taste good, don’t I?”

“Cocky bastard.” You mutter, kissing him again.

“Ya want me ta take care a’ you now?” Arthur asks. “Can’t imagine ya ain’t stiff after all a’ that.”

“You just lie there and look pretty, Arthur.” You smile. “I’ve worked you too hard tonight.”

“Nah, I can-“

“Arthur.” You say gently. “I just wanna look at you.”

Arthur sighs, relaxing against his pillow. “Fine, suppose I can manage lookin’ nice.”

“You usually do, sweetheart.”

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FICTOBER DAY 14- Cider

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Harry sighed as he brought the sippy cup towards his daughter’s face. She turned, eying the Minnie Mouse cup warily before looking to her dad with a shake of the head. The winter festival was a big deal in their small town and Y/N had left Harry and their daughter at the picnic table while she grabbed some miniature donuts from the food truck. 

“Don’t you like cider?” He tried, taking his own cup and taking a sip. “It’s good, sweetheart. S’like your apple juice, yeah?” 

“Not apple juice.” She whispered, looking at the cup in front of her. Harry had placed it down, hoping she would take it when she wanted it. Her curls were up in little pigtails, the ringlets maintained with two orange hair ties and tiny pumpkin hair clips. Y/N had let him do her hair today and he thinks he did an alright job based on all the coos his little girl had gotten.”It’s wrong, Daddy.” 

“What do you mean?” He asked, slightly exasperated. She was in a weird transition phase where she was skeptical of everything, curiosity not quite being the right name for it. “Of course it is. Tastes just like apples. Maybe a little sweeter.” He paused, brushing his finger over her slightly cool cheek. Her long sleeve thermal shirt and little overalls were adorable, but he knew when Y/N got back with the bag he would need to put a sweater on her. 

“It’s not the right color!” She squeaked, looking at him with furrowed brows. A look that his wife said was his own karma, considering he had an almost identical one. He blamed genetics, but Y/N and his mum both swore it was his personal karma. “It’s dark and its not- it isn’t see through. I don’t like it!”

Harry shook his head, picking up the cup again. “No, no. It is made from apples, just like your juice, but it’s made a little differently. It’s a bit better for your tummy, too. We get it every year, and you had a sip of Mummy’s last year. You liked it, remember?” He tried to soothe his toddler, who seemed fraught with concern that the unfamiliar drink was somehow going to be ‘yucky’, as he knew she would put it. 

Her expression fell a bit, looking at the drink and back to him. “I did?” Harry couldn’t blame her for not remembering, but it was a bit comical to see her try and place the memory. 

“Mhm. You had some of Mummy’s. She’s going to get the little donuts, yeah? You remember those?” He smiled, giving her the cup which she took cautiously. Her little nod made her pigtails bounce, making him want to coo at her. Truly, she was the most adorable little thing and his heart had never felt more full of love. Every day, his heart worked overtime just for her and her Mum. “Yeah, so why don’t we try it? Put it in the Mickey cup too so you won’t spill. If you don’t like it I’ll drink it and let you have something else, yeah?” 

That seemed to placate her well enough, her little lips taking a noisy sip from the red lid- and her eyes lit up. “It is apple juice! Daddy, it’s just like it.” She chirped, taking another sip as her body did a little dance. 

“I told you, baby.” He had to laugh, watching Y/N approach with the bags of treats, slinging her leg over and taking a seat with a sigh. 

“Sorry, love. Took forever.” She handed him the bag, going to open her mouth but interrupted by a small chirp. 

“Mumma! Daddy got me this stuff and He said it was like apple juice n’I said no cause it- it doesn’t look right but then he told me, he told me to try and it and is like apple juice!” She peeped, lifting her cup to show her. “See? He says I tried it last time but I don’t member too much besides the donuts cause I was just a baby last year.” 

Y/N’s brows rose, looking at her daughter with a little laugh. “Yeah? See, trying new foods can be fun. We can get some to bring home if you’d like.” She placed a few mini sugar donuts on the plate and handed Harry a napkin to clean the dribble of cider form her chin. 

“Yes, please!”

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 14: Mark Hoffman (Pumpkin Spice)

My loves here we are! Day 14! Two whole weeks into Fictober! I hope you've not only enjoyed all the fics especially this smutty week but I also hope you've been enjoying October!

This man makes me absolutely feral so where as this isn't self insert at all this fic is also very much so a gift to myself from myself.

Notes: Minors DNI, Nsfw, Smut, porn with plot. No pronouns used and no description of the reader used either. Age gap and all that good stuff. Mark Hoffman gets called daddy and calls himself daddy in this. Like i said this is literally a present to myself.

"Baby, baby, baby, what did I tell you were the rules before I left this morning?" Mark tsked at you, placing his hand on your throat while looking down at you from his place standing next to the bed.

"Speak my love, use your words" He commanded when you didn't answer him.

"Y-you said I wasn't allowed to touch myself" You said peering up at him through your eyelashes. Mark smiled an almost evil grin.

"And what did you happen to do while I was at work?" He asked in a condescending tone.

You gulped trying to swallow the lump in your throat before answering him.

"I-I touched myself" You whispered, looking down at your hands. Mark put a hand under your chin and brought your head up to meet his eyes.

"What was that?" He asked again.

"I touched myself" You said louder, Immediately flinching as Mark's gaze on you hardened.

"Now my love, please would you care to tell me why you touched yourself when I specifically told you not to?" He sat down on the side of the bed with his hand still under your chin, his other hand coming up to move your hair out of your face as you kept eye contact with him.

"Because I had too Mark" you pleaded, You could tell you peaked his interest with this.

"Why did you have to darling?"

"Because you left me high and dry this morning like a dick!" You said suddenly getting mad remembering how Mark had pushed your hands off him telling you he didn't have time for sleepy morning sex and that he had to get down to the station to continue work on the jigsaw case.

Mark's hand flew up to your throat, squeezing as if reminding you what he could do if you weren't careful.

"I'd watch that fuckin' mouth of yours" He warned "You're already in hot water as it is baby" Your hands grabbed Mark's much larger one that was wrapped around your neck.

"Now if you really are that pissed at me for leaving you this morning I guess maybe I should make it up to my Baby huh?" You nodded at his question. "Use your words or you get nothing" He reminded.

'Yes, Daddy"

"Mmm That's a good baby" He removed the hand from your neck once more to run it down the side of your neck, his fingers tracing the outlines of the last love bites he had left there before the two of you had to attend a ball at the precinct.

"Have to make sure everyone knows to keep their eyes up here" He had told you as he sucked your neck as you finished doing your hair for the night.

As his hands trailed down your body he tugged on the back of your thighs to get you to lie down, He removed his shirt and stood up for a second to remove his pants keeping his boxers on for the time being before moving over to you.

You had already removed your clothing when you thought you would be safe to masturbate without Mark knowing. The only thing between Mark and your entirely naked body was your underwear you had tugged back up your legs when you realized your boyfriend had arrived back home.

Hoffman made quick work of them though, ripping them from your body and tossing the fabric onto the floor.

You had been with the officer for going on 4 years, You had met when he was assigned to your jigsaw case in particular. You had been very unlucky in becoming one of the Killers targets but was one of the lucky few to actually escape.

When you went to the police about it Hoffman was assigned to you almost as soon as you stepped through the doors of the station. Since then the two of you have been inseparable. He found you when you were at your weakest and swore he would take care of you and four years later he was still living up to that promise.

You had breathed life into the officer. Opening up parts of him even he didn't think he was capable of. I mean sure he was still knee deep in making jigsaw traps and had even selected you specifically cause he needed you to be his, but you didn't need to know that at least not yet.

Mark used his finger to caress your cheek gently as you laid underneath him in your shared bed.

"That's my doll huh?" He asked you softly, You nodded finally cracking a smile at him. He returned your smile before finally thrusting into you. You gasped at the new contact of him inside you as he wrapped a hand in your hair bringing your face to his neck as he held you.

"it's ok, this is what daddy's baby has wanted all day so this is what his baby gets" He said shushing you.

You whined as your wrapped your arms around Mark's shoulders.

"Daddy please" Mark was going painstakingly slow, as if almost teasing you as punishment for touching yourself. He chuckled at your whine.

"Aw does my baby want me to go faster?" He rasped in your ear.

You nodded into his neck, groaning as you felt him finally push fully into you. You felt as his balls rub against your bottom half as he held still for a minute.

Tired of waiting you tried to buck up into Mark from underneath him. This caused him to slightly pull out of you and look into your eyes.

"Excuse me doll? You think this is on your terms ? after what you did today?" He reprimanded you.

"Mark please! You can't do this to me" You begged him again "I'm sorry I touched myself I won't do it again besides you said you were gonna make it up to me for this morning"

"I am baby, but I can't just let you get away with touching what belongs to me, What's between your legs does not belong to you ok? It belongs to me, I'm the only one who's allowed to touch it and I sure as shit am the only one who's allowed to fuck it" He growled out pushing himself back into you as hard as he could and starting to roughly thrust.

He set a steady but hard pace and he pulled out and snapped his hips back up to yours. Tears sprung up at the corner of your eyes at the intensity in which he fucked you.

"Oh come on don't cry on me. Isn't this what you wanted?" Mark taunted from above you. His hands now gripping the sheets on either side of your head as he held himself above you.

Your eyes fell shut as you felt the tip of his cock hit against your sweet spot, brining you closer and closer to your climax. Mark brought a hand up to tap you cheek and make you open your eyes.

"Nah baby you look at me when you cum alright?" He said, eyes meeting yours.

You pushed your noses together, eyes never closing again as you felt your climax creep up in the pit of your stomach as your walls clenched around Mark's cock as it painted your walls with white. You were still seeing stars as he pulled out and collapsed next to you on the bed.

You placed your head on his chest and he brought a hand to it to caress your sweaty forehead as his lips kissed it. He used the other to bring the blanket up around the both of you before wrapping the other arm around you to hold you to him.

"You alright baby? It wasn't too much was it?" There was your Mark. A giver and taker in every sense but always with your wellbeing in mind no matter how rough he could get. You nodded.

"Yes daddy I'm fine" You told his softly, clearing starting to fall asleep as you felt his seed leak out of you. You loved that feeling.

"Mmm daddy's good baby"

"I love you daddy"

"I love you too baby, Daddy loves you more then anything"

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Fictober Challenge

Hello everyone! I wanted to get back into writing since it’s been so long (other than the Az fic). With October around the corner, I’m excited to do another writing challenge and would love some inspiration. So please send in some requests! I prefer angst, but I’m open to any ideas.

A/N: Writing every day for a whole month was nothing short of a whirlwind. There were moments of exhaustion and moments of inspiration, but somehow, I pushed through. Sometimes, I had to improvise and pull ideas out of thin air, and there were days when I found myself writing two or three pieces just to keep up. It was both draining and deeply rewarding. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy this collection that came from hard work and late nights! 🧡

Fluff🍁

Appropriate amount of angst? 🍂

Pure/heavy angst 🌧️

Day 1: Still Not Over You Qimir x reader 🍂

Day 2: Bound by Duty part 1 Cassian x reader 🍁🍂

Day 3: The Price of Vengeance Sam Winchester x reader 🌧️

Day 4: Shadow of the Past Alexander Morozova x reader 🍂

Day 5: What We Could’ve Been Part 1 Eris Vanserra x reader 🍁

Day 6: A Heart Off Guard drabble Steve Rogers x reader 🍁

Day 7: Forever in the Dark Part 1 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x reader 🍁🍂

Day 8: Forever in the Dark Part 2 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x reader 🍁🌧️

Day 9: A Song of Ice & Shadow Part 10 Azriel x reader 🍁🍂

Day 10: Drowning in Silence Dean Winchester x reader 🍁🍂

Day 11: Behind the Walls Erik Lehnsherr x reader 🍁🍂

Day 12: In Another World Part 1 Kylo Ren x reader 🍂

Day 13: More Than Enough Azriel x reader. 🍁🍂

Day 14: Trouble Xaden Riorson x reader 🍁🍂

Day 15: No More Running Qimir x reader 🍁🍂

Day 16: A Heart Off Guard Steve Rogers x reader 🍁🌧️?

Day 17: A Song of Ice & Shadow Part 11 Azriel x reader 🌧️

Day 18: Forbidden Desire Rhysand x reader 🍁

Day 19: Torn by the Dark Part 1 Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x reader 🍂

Day 20: Fading Love John Shelby x reader 🌧️

Day 21: The Mighty Cold Thor Odinson x reader 🍁

Day 22: Torn by the Dark Part 2 Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x reader 🌧️

Day 23: Only One of You Rhysand x reader 🍁🍂

Day 24: Convenient Inconvenience Xaden Riorson x reader 🍁

Day 25: Bound by Duty part 2 Cassian x reader 🍁🍂

Day 26: A Song of Ice & Shadow Part 12 Azriel x reader 🌧️

Day 27: In Another World Part 2 Kylo Ren x reader 🍁🍂

Day 28: Die for Love Jaskier x reader 🌧️

Day 29: What We Could’ve Been Part 2 Eris Vanserra x reader 🍁🌧️

Day 30: A Comforting Presence Anakin Skywalker x reader 🍁🍂

Day 31: Not So Rational Azriel x reader 🍁

[marvelslut16]

The Incident

Prompt number: 14 "If you don't stop now-"

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Rating: T(een)

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Swearing. Cannon typical gore- but not too detailed. Insecure reader. Mean Steve. Nightmares. Demodogs. Embarrassing parents.

A/N: This bad boy has been sitting in my drafts for over a year now, I'm so glad I found the motivation to finish it and post it for Fictober!

You’re leaned up against the counter at family video as Steve complains for what feels like the thousandth time about how much he misses Nancy. You roll your eyes at Robin who’s standing behind the counter as Steve’s voice carries over the shelves of the empty store. The entire time you’ve known Steve he’s been obsessed with Nancy, and you can’t for the life of you figure out why. She’s not that special and she clearly doesn’t love him. 

“You’re such a masochist,” you sigh when he comes back to the counter to get more VHS’ to put away. 

“A what?” his voice is hard, he’s confused by the word but he knows the implication is insulting. 

“A masochist, it means you like pain and humiliation,” Steve is glaring at you, and not a playful one you're used to, this one is full of hatred. You know you should stop, especially with the look he’s giving you, but your mouth has a mind of its own and it just keeps talking. “I mean seriously, that's the only reason I can think of that you’re still acting like this. Nancy’s with Jonathan, she’s in love with him. Hence why she’s visiting him in California over break right now. She’s also told me that she doesn’t want kids and you’ve said more than once that you want your own little basketball team, you two will never work out. I don’t mean to be rude or mean in any way, I just don’t want you to keep hurting yourself over someone who isn’t into you.”

“I don’t know why you think I’d take relationship advice from someone who’s never been in one. You were a nobody before I met you, and let’s face it, you’re still a nobody now,” you can feel tears welling up at his words, but you refuse to cry in front of him, refuse to give him the satisfaction of your tears. It hurts so much because he’s voicing your inner fears, he must not be lying if he feels how you imagined he must be feeling. “The only reason you have friends is because you clung to us after the whole demodog incident, you didn’t give us a choice.”

“Steve!” Robin jumps in, seeing the hurt on your face and the tears in your eyes. She knows Steve is only lashing out because you’re right and he doesn’t want to admit it, but she can also tell that he’s about to lose your friendship. “If you don’t stop now-”

“It’s fine Robin,” you can’t muster a voice louder than a whisper. “Steve’s right, I have no room to talk. My break at the arcade is almost over, so I better get going.”

You spend the rest of your shift behind the counter as silent tears slip down your cheeks. Steve’s words replaying in your head over and over again, your heart fracturing more and more each time. You’re disappointed, but not surprised, when Steve doesn’t stop in to check on you and apologize when his shift is over. You know Robin would have stopped in to talk, had Steve not been driving her home after work. 

The next few days are a blur of tears and work. You don’t go over to family video once, and he doesn’t come to the arcade. Robin calls you every night to try and get you to open up about your feelings, but you never do. You wish she would just let it go and let you go back to not having friends, just like Steve said. And when the party, minus Mike- who’s still in California, come into the arcade and you hope they won’t notice you. 

“Hey (Y/N)!” Dustin spots you almost instantly, you sigh at the promise of his meddling. “Are we still on for movie night this weekend? Forcing Steve to watch the best trilogy known to man?”

“I can’t this weekend Dustin,” your heart hurts a little when the boy's excited grin turns into a frown. But you have to remind yourself that none of them actually care for you, they only include you in things because you’ve forced yourself on them. 

“Okay, when are you free next week?” he tries to reschedule, but you won’t fall for his caring act.

“I’m not, school starts back up next week and I won’t have time between that and work to have a movie night. You two have it without me, you’ll probably have more fun anyway.”

Dustin walks away confused and dejected, but there isn’t much else for you to say. It’s awkward the rest of your shift, the party spending all day there, where they throw glances your way the whole time. As if your day couldn’t get any worse, when your mom picks you up from work, she wants to go to Family Video and rent a movie for family night this weekend. 

“So you’re Steve and Robin?” your mom asks, setting Back To The Future on the counter. It took her twenty long minutes to decide on a movie that she’s already rented, twice. 

“Yes ma’am,” Robin answers, using her professional voice. You take small steps back, seeing the writing on the wall, you desperately want to get out of there before she can continue. 

“Well I’ll be,” your mom lets out a little laugh. “When my (Y/N) said she was friends with the Robin and Steve that work here, I never would have guessed she meant Steve Harrington, former star of the Hawkins basketball and Swim teams.”

“(Y/N/N) is great,” Steve says awkwardly, like he’s trying to force something nice about you out. “We’ve been friends for a few years now.”

“Mom, can we go now?” you practically beg, wanting nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

“C’mon sweetie, I’m just trying to meet your friends,” she turns back to the two behind the counter. “She just goes on and on about you two, all good things of course! I’m just so happy she’s made such good friends.”

“Okay mom,” you whine, taking another step back. “You’ve embarrassed me enough, let's just hurry up and rent the movie.”

Thankfully, Robin takes pity on you and quickly starts ringing your mother up, but not without trying to upsell her some candy because it will give her a commission. Your mom finally settles on buying some Sno Caps, and you can practically taste sweet freedom as she hands Robin some cash. But Steve ruins that when he opens his big fat- gorgeous- mouth. 

“(Y/N/N), we finally got Fright Night in, if you still want to rent it,” you wrinkle your nose, it was a movie you were supposed to watch with him and Robin, far far away from your parents. 

“That horror movie?” your mom asks in disgust, giving you an obvious look of disappointment. “She’s not allowed to watch horror movies, especially not with all of her nightmares!”

“Mom, please,” you mutter, trying to pull her away from the counter, away from Steve, and out of the damn store.

“Nightmares?” Steve asks, his face instantly softening. “You’ve never told me about your nightmares.”

“She wakes up screaming about some stupid dogs,” your mother tells him, and your eyes well up with tears of embarrassment. “It’s every single night.”

Steve’s words from earlier this week play in your head on repeat ‘you clung to us after the demodog incident, you didn’t give us a choice.’ It feels like all of the air is being sucked out of your lungs as your mom reveals your deepest darkest secret- one she’ll never understand. She’ll never understand what it was like that day, wandering through the woods when all of a sudden this dog-like creature with a cone head is standing in front of you and its face opening like a deadly flower. She’ll never know what it was like being knocked off her feet when that thing jumped on her and only being saved at the very last minute when the King of Hawkins himself whacked that thing off with a nailed bat. She’ll never know what it was like to be that close to death, that close to just being another Barb, disappearing without a trace.

Of course it haunts you, it was a near death experience, and you certainly can’t talk to a professional about it. No one would believe you, and they would probably lock you up in some mental institution if you ever muttered a word of it. You do your best to forget it day in and day out, but every time night rolls around you always remember every single detail; like how hot the demodogs breath was, or how many rows of teeth it had, how heavy it was on top of you.

“I’m gonna go now,” you hold back the tears as you race out the movie store’s front door. You can feel the burning gazes of both Steve and Robin on your retreating figure, but you can’t be by them. You can’t explain this to them. You’re going to have to move within the next day or two so you don’t have to face them ever again. 

The ride home from the movie store is dead silent, not even an apology from your mother for telling your friends about your nightmares. All you get from her are side eyes and glares, you can tell she’s silent seething because you were planning to disobey her and watch a horror movie. What she doesn’t understand is that horror movies help, the fake gore and the illogical plots somehow comfort you and make you feel better about what you’ve gone through. 

You go straight to your room, forgoing dinner to just sob into your pillow. Not only have you lost your friends, but now they know just how pathetic you truly are. All you have are nightmare after nightmare, waking up screaming and crying more times than you can count. This time Steve doesn’t come to rescue you, he just stares from the sidelines with that same glare he gave you the day of the fight, and no one else tries to step in and help you. You’re all alone. 

No matter how bad of a night you had, or how much you begged to stay home from work, your mother forced you to go. She drives you there and waits outside until you go in, you can see through the windows that she waited a whole five minutes before leaving so you can’t sneak out. The drive over she was going on and on about responsibility and being an adult, and how you can’t just bail on your duties because you had one bad night. You would’ve come to work today no problem, tired but with no complaints, if the Arcade wasn’t right next to Family Video. Right next to Steve. 

Most of your day goes smoothly, just rowdy preteens playing the twenty arcade games you have squished in there, nothing horrible happening. That is until around two in the afternoon when the door jingles and your eyes zero in on that unmistakable hair in the doorway. You contemplate running and hiding in the back room, but losing your job for leaving the floor unmanned is the last thing you want or need to add to the very large load of crap your life is becoming. 

Even if you had decided to hide in the back room, Steve is in front of you at the counter quicker than you could have hid. You refuse to look him in the eye, instead looking at the shiny nametag glinting in the few overhead lights. He stares at you for what feels like forever before finally sighing and then talking.

“Why didn’t you tell me you have nightmares?” he cuts right to the chase,, his voice is monotonous and you can’t tell if he’s trying to sympathize with you or come off condescending. 

“We all have our secrets,” you sneer, not understanding why he’s being nice to you all of a sudden. “It’s not like you care, so just drop it.”

“You don’t mean that-” you cut him off with a glare, finally looking into his puppy dog eyes. The ones you used to melt in every time he looked at you.

“Like hell I don’t!” you whisper harshly, not trying to draw attention from the kids in the Arcade. “You don’t care. Steve. So for both of our sakes, please stop pretending like you do. What I said the other day was harsh, but I meant it from a place of love and caring. What you said the other day was a low blow and said to hurt me. Let’s just go back to how things used to be, neither of us acknowledging that the other exists.”

You turn to go hide in the back room, job security be damned, you just need to get away from Steve. He can’t see you cry over him, you refuse to let him. But his hand catches your wrist, spinning you around to face him again.

“I do care about you (Y/N), and I didn’t mean what I said,” he grips your hand harder, pulling you closer to the class case that divides you. “I was embarrassed because you were right, you always are, and I wasn’t ready to hear it. If I could go back and keep myself from saying those things, I would do it in a heartbeat!”

“Your life will be just fine without me, and soon enough you’ll just forget about me, I’ll just be that girl you see around town, the one you used to know.”

“No it won’t, don’t say that!” Steve cups your face, making sure you make eye contact with him before continuing. “Life without you would suck, it would be so boring. What would I do without that adorable little giggle you make when I tell a horrible joke? Or the way you ramble excitedly about the things you love? Or the cute way you scrunch your nose when you're confused or embarrassed? What would I do without your goodnight calls and our coordinated lunch breaks? How would I survive without you lighting up every single room you walk in? Without you lighting up my life? You’re everything to me (Y/N), and I’m sorry it took me losing you to realize it. And if you give me the chance, I will spend the rest of my life apologizing to you for what I said and doing my best to scare away those nightmares.”

“Do you really mean that?” you sniffle, a single tear falling from your eye. 

“I do, I mean it,” Steve says with so much conviction as he wipes the tear from your cheek. “I love you. Not Nancy, you. It’ll always be you.”

“I love you too, I always have,” your wet laugh is cut off by a searing kiss.  

[ghostofskywalker]

A Convincing Proposition

Cassian Andor/Reader

Fictober 2024 Day 14 of 31

Words: 1,138

Summary: Although you were committed to working alone, you had an arrangement with Cassian, where you traded information alongside kisses and nights spent together with no commitment. One time though, he makes you an offer.

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The first thing you did when you saw him open the door to the inn’s room was drop your bag and kiss him. There was no formalities, no small talk, no questions asked. Both of you knew why you were here, and it wasn’t to talk about the highs and lows of your day. He had sent you a comm five rotations prior, asking if you could meet him sometimes soon, and if you would be willing to search out specific pieces of intel for him. Even though you weren’t looking for any specific intel in return, you immediately agreed to meet him, knowing that you’d also be able to have a little fun before you got down to business.

If the rebellion disapproved in any way of your arrangement with him, or if they even knew of it at all, you were unaware. Your life as a bounty hunter meant that you rarely crossed paths with those that Cassian worked with, especially since you refused to work for anyone with any Imperial connections. You supposed in some way you were part of the efforts to take down the Empire, but you would never put yourself in the same role as Cassian, who regularly risked his life in service of the Rebellion. 

You were more of an opportunist, trading secrets with the man in front of you, and indulging in a little bit of baseless pleasure while you were at it. You usually footed the cost of a room for the two of you to meet (since you lived mostly out of your ship and you didn’t want to have to sneak in and out of the rebel base to see him), but that was but a small price to pay.

“Do you want to talk business now or later?” Cassian asked as he detached himself from your lips, hand traveling farther down your back to rest on your waist. 

“Later,” you breathed, leaning in to close the gap. You could feel him nod as your lips connected once more, content to set the real reason you had come here aside for a few more moments. 

You lived a lonely life, but Cassian was the one exception. The lovers you took were usually chosen in dark and smoky bars, and you never knew their names. You weren’t looking for emotional companionship, and the people you slept with usually weren’t either. To some degree, your arrangement with Cassian was the same as someone you would pull into a shadowy alley outside a shady cantina, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the feelings that bubbled in your stomach when you looked at him. 

Or thought of him. Or kissed him. 

And stars, was he an expert at making you feel good.

Sweaty and sated, the two of you laid back in his bed after cleaning yourselves up. You hadn’t yet collected your clothes from where they laid across the floor and furniture, but you didn’t care. As Cassian laid next to you, you leaned in to place soft kisses up his neck. 

“We’re going to have to talk business eventually,” he said, but the look on his face suggested that he wasn’t really interested in that either. 

“We could,” you said, softly kissing him once more. “Or we could have a go in the ‘fresher.” 

Cassian laughed. “As much as I’d like that, we can’t ignore this forever.”

You groaned, getting up from the bed and searching for where your pants had landed. Upon locating them, you reaching into a small pocket and pulled out a datastick. “The information you requested is on this,” you said. “From what I can tell, the Empire is in the early stages of testing some superweapon. I also threw on anything I heard that I thought might be of interest to you.” 

Cassian nodded, getting up to take the datastick from you. “Thank you, but I need to say that this information wasn’t the only reason I asked you here.” 

You dropped back onto the bed and stared at him. “What do you mean?” 

“Do you want to join the rebellion?” 

Of all the things you had expected he might ask of you, this wasn’t one of them. “Cassian-” 

“I know you work alone,” he said, as if he knew how you were going to respond. “But I also know how you feel about the Empire, and I know that we could be doing so much more to take them down. We could provide protection for you, because things have gotten harder lately.”

He drove a hard bargain, and it wasn’t even the words coming out of his mouth. You’d be lying if you said that you’d never considered joining the organization in a more official capacity, especially since the Empire’s grip on the galaxy had tightened in recent weeks, but you had never truly taken the time to think about it. 

“I don’t know,” you said. Did you have what it took to work in an environment like that? As a bounty hunter, you took jobs whenever you wanted and used the rest of your time to do as you pleased. If you joined Cassian, that freedom would suddenly get a lot harder to find. 

Cassian nodded as he moved closer to you, and you immediately knew what he was doing. “Let me see if I could convince you then,” he said, placing his lips at the base of your neck, smiling against your skin when you shivered under his touch. 

“You and me,” he said, slowly moving his lips up your neck as his hands gently caressed your bare waist. “Think of the damage we could do if we worked together all the time.” 

You had to suppress a moan from leaving your mouth, and it came out instead as a breathy whine. Maker, he was good at this. 

You turned to kiss him, but he moved back. “Nope,” he said, a tantalizing expression on his face. “I think I need to do a little more convincing.” 

“You menace.” 

“You know it, darling,” Cassian laughed. “Unless I’ve convinced you already.” 

“I probably would have agreed anyway, in time,” you said. “You did speed up the process a little though.” 

Upon registering your words, he abandoned his teasing and kissed you, hard. No words had to be spoken, both of you knew what this meant, even if you wouldn’t dream of broaching the topic of a more traditional relationship than the one you had right now. “Good,” he said as the two of you pulled away for air. “Now that business is taken care of, I believe you said something about going at it in the shower.” 

You smiled as you stole one more kiss before heading in the direction of the fresher. Yeah, this was definitely the right decision.

- the end -

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DAY 2 — Letters - Nishimura Riki (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 3 — we fell in love in October - park jongseong (Enhypen) by jaxi

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DAY 12 — the distance in his eyes - Lee Heeseung (Enhypen) by jaxi

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DAY 15 — We belong together - Park jongseong (Enhypen) by jaxi

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DAY 19 — 143, I love you! - Lee Felix (Skz) by JIJI

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[delillilah]

Fictober day 14! 🤎

Flannel shirt - will smith

November 19th, 2022

8:49pm

Team USA ended up winning their game and y/n had gone to see her brother, she heard the cheers leave the locker room as the boys exited and Luke came out next to a boy with a mop of blonde hair.

“Hey I’ll see you tomorrow for practice” Luke says and walks to his sister.

“Hey Luke” she smiled and the two walked out, will had walked out and all he could keep his eyes on was the girl in the black and white flannel walking beside Luke.

October 6th, 2023

10:14 am

She was walking on campus looking at all the trees when she saw a blonde boy on a bench, he had a white and black flannel over a white hoodie and jeans which is almost exactly what she was wearing. he was cute, but she had no idea who he was.

As she walked by, will saw her flannel and smiled when he noticed they were wearing the same one, then he actually looked at her and noticed how beautiful she was. One problem, he didn’t know who she was.

They made slight eye contact as she walked past and a pink tint rose to both of there faces.

2:37 pm

Will was running very late to his next class, it has not gotten easy to navigate Boston college but he’s getting the hang of it. As he walked in, a couple people turned to look at him before he scanned the room and looked for a seat, then found the only open seat was next to y/n, the flannel shirt girl from earlier.

He softly smiled when he walked up and took a seat, then without him asking, she passed him her notes she took for him to copy down.

“okay class, i want you to pair up with the person next to you for the semester project, you will be selecting players from the nhl and on Friday we will do a draft, by the end of the semester, you will have learnt how to manage a team. You will also be getting a bonus 10% on your final if your team gets the most points.

Have fun!”

Y/n looked to her right, and saw the people had already paired up but the boy to her left was alone.

“Wanna pair up?” She asks, he looked unsure but nodded his head.

“what’s yo-” he started but the bell rang and she looked frazzled.

“Sorry I really have to go- uh- here’s my number” she slid him a sticky note and flew out of her seat.

*xxx-xxx-xxxx*

*xxx-xxx-xxxx*

Hey, are you the girl from my sport management class.

Flannel shirt?*

blondie?

Maybe : Will

Names will

But yes.

I prefer Blondie :)

Will 🦈

Then I’m calling you flannel girl

I’m okay with that

But my name is y/n

Will 🦈

Pretty name

Can we meet up tonight

Yea for sure.

Chipotle? It’s right by the library

Will 🦈

Sounds good.

4? I have practice at 6

Sounds good to me

3:50pm

She got there a little early, to get some dinner before they started their project. Will didn’t know what to expect, he didn’t know if she knew hockey or not.

But he also didn’t know that she grew up in a hockey family, so he arrived and had no expectations. The first thing he saw was her wallpaper, a photo of her and Luke Hughes, she was in a Hughes 43 jersey while Luke was in a suit. Will immediately thought she was a fan and got nervous, but just sat down anyway.

“Hey” she smiles.

“Hey, I’m just gonna go order something really quick” he says and retreats back to the counter. An ad of Jack Hughes came up on the screen because he’s recently done a brand deal with them, but as he looked at the screen closely, he realized that y/n and him looked similar, then it clicked, he remembered Luke saying he had a younger sister once but never mentioned her again.

He looked back and she was peacefully typing on her phone, so he decided not to bring it up.

8:49 pm

They had been there so long a chipotle employee had to ask them to leave, so they did but somehow they talked about skating and ended up in skates on the Boston college rink.

“Who taught you how to skate?” He asks when she comes to a stop infront of him.

“My brothers, they loved hockey since I was born so they wanted to teach me. My oldest brother was.. 9 around the time I learnt so he held onto me the most”

“That’s awesome, I kinda wish I had brothers. I love my sister, she picks on me though but I wouldn’t trade her for the world”

“That’s me with my brothers, I know I’m the youngest but I’m so proud of them”

“I’m gonna ask you something but I don’t want this to change anything” he says and slides in-front of her.

She freezes and knows exactly what he’s gonna ask. Silently nodding her head he takes a breath before asking.

“Your Luke’s sister?”

She smiles a little, but then realizes she remembers seeing him play with Luke.

“Yea- wait fuck your *that* will!” She laughs a little and he smiles but they continue to skate.

“I remember seeing you at the arena, once. You were in a purple flannel” he smiles at the memory, she cringes about her style a year ago.

“I remember seeing the boy with a mop of blonde on his head, parts of it was straight and parts of it was curly”

“Yea my sister made me a curl routine.” He sighs and they come to a stop again.

“Funny how every-time I have seen you, you had a flannel on”

“Well I might need to buy some more”

Okay so I know I’ve been late posting but I’m on vacation and can only get wifi at the hotel … :(

I’m also in a different time zone now so the timing will be weird but I should have todays and tomorrows our by 11pm EST

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Matchmakers

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 14 Prompt: "If you don't stop now-"

Summary: When Y/N is the first female agent allowed to work the night shift, side by side with Jack Thompson, Peggy and Daniel want to make sure she doesn't miss the hint.

Word Count: 1,108

Category: Fluff, Humor

Requested by @bandshirts-andbooks! This was so fun to write Babs lol, hope you enjoy!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Ehem."

I scribbled away at the report I was working on, completely ignoring the pointed throat-clearing from my friends on the other side of the desk. The workday was almost over, so if I could just block them out for a little longer-

"If you want to pretend to ignore us, that's fine," said Peggy, her voice light and teasing. I fought back a sigh. "Daniel and I can just have the conversation with ourselves. We know you can hear us."

I made a face, glancing up long enough to make eye contact with both of my friends before slowly and deliberately raising my hands to my ears and plugging them. Since I'd already decided to be this childish, I figured I'd go all out, so I stuck out my tongue too.

Peggy and Daniel shared a look, and then Daniel reached up and grabbed my wrist, pulling one hand away. I glared at him, ready to yank my hand back and continue ignoring them both, but he spoke lowly before I could.

"You know, if you plug your ears, we'll just have to raise our voices so you can hear us."

I narrowed my eyes at him, wordlessly threatening murder, but Daniel didn't blink as he stared back. Finally, after a minute, I sighed.

"Fine. I won't plug my ears. But it's basically five, so maybe you two should just head out. You know, get a jump start on the weekend-"

"And leave you alone with Thompson sooner?"

I turned to glare at Daniel. Like before, he didn't flinch.

"Y/N, listen," started Peggy, leaning forward and looking at me like she was being the reasonable one. "Everyone in this conversation is aware that you have feelings for Thompson. All we're trying to get you to hear is that, since Thompson actually agreed to let you work the night shift with him, making you the first female agent to work a night shift... he might return those feelings."

I sighed, long and hard, through my nose. I put up with so much from these two.

"Great. I've heard you. Now mind your own business, both of you."

"We've long ago made this our business," Peggy responded, an all too pleased smile on her face.

"Yeah, come on," continued Daniel. "I have no idea what you see in Jack, but you clearly like him a lot. And you didn't let up when you saw me and Peggy dancing around each other. So we're not letting this go, either. Not when you spend every minute he's in the room moon-eyed staring at him-"

"Daniel, if you don't stop now-"

"What's going on over here?"

Peggy, Daniel, and I all whirled around at the sound of Jack's voice next to my desk, like kids caught digging in the cookie jar.

"Nothing!" I answered quickly, before whirling back around and glaring at my two friends. "Daniel and Peggy were just saying goodbye before they left for the night."

"Well, then, goodbye. Now get out of here, you two are off the clock and I'm not paying you overtime."

Peggy and Daniel shared a loaded look that I didn't miss, and that I also doubted Jack missed. I rolled my eyes, then the three of us stood.

"You don't have to tell us twice to get us out of here," said Daniel, stretching a little as he got to his feet.

"I sure did," I muttered. He ignored me.

"You two have fun tonight," said Peggy, giving us a pointed smile as she turned away. I narrowed my eyes at her and Daniel as they linked arms and started heading for the doors of the agency together. They didn't look back once, the bastards.

"So... what was all that about?" asked Jack, turning to me the second our friends had cleared the agency doors. I huffed a laugh and turned to face him with a small smile.

"They're still trying to play matchmaker."

"They make any good points?"

I grinned. "Well, they did point out that you must like me if you let me stay to work the late shift with you. They really might be onto something there."

Jack scoffed. "For two of my best detectives they're sure oblivious sometimes."

"I'll say."

Jack and I shared a smile, and then he slowly leaned in until we were almost nose to nose, our breath mingling. His smile widened as his hand moved up to cup my face, and then he closed the rest of the distance and kissed me.

Jack and I had been together for a few months now. It had all started as we worked towards our mutual goal of setting Peggy and Daniel up, mostly so we wouldn't have to watch them exchange longing glances every day at work. In the process, he'd stopping being a dick to me, and I'd realized I actually really liked him. The rest was history.

To be fair to Peggy and Daniel's skills as agents, Jack and I had intentionally been keeping our relationship a secret from the beginning. It wasn't all that high-stakes, but we'd wanted to enjoy the beginning of our relationship without everyone in the office chiming in about it, to our faces or otherwise. We still hadn't told anybody, but our interactions had changed enough for Peggy and Daniel to pick up on the energy. They'd been hounding us both for three weeks to try to set us up, and for our part, Jack and I had just laughed when they weren't looking.

After a few long moments, Jack pulled back, both of us still with grins on our faces.

"So... we gonna tell them?"

I hummed in thought, hopping up to sit on my desk, swinging my legs a little as I fixed Jack with a mischevious smile.

"We probably should. It's gone on long enough that they should probably know."

"...But?"

"But there's still a lot of fun to be had in how we tell them. And, unless some emergency comes in that we have to deal with tonight... we've got plenty of time to figure out the best way we can think of."

"Have I mentioned lately that I love you?" he asked, leaning down to kiss my temple before taking a half step back towards his office. "Because I do."

"I love you too. Now come on, go get a notepad from your office so we can brainstorm ways to mess with our friends."

"Honey, you don't have to tell me twice."

I grinned after the swaggering form of my boyfriend, my heart singing. I really did love him. And this was gonna be fun.

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