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[captainsophiestark]

Just The Two Of Us

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Requested by @ghostofskywalker! Hope you like it bestie! This was very fun to write :)

Fandom: Marvel

Day Nineteen Prompt: "This is getting ridiculous."

Summary: Wanda and her SO have put in a TON of work to finally get a date night off, alone, without interruption. But, like most things, it doesn't work out exactly according to plan.

Word Count: 1,828

Category: Fluff, Humor, little bit of Angst?

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

"Alright. This is going to be the pefrect, quiet romantic evening the two of us have been needing. No Avengers, chaotic family members, or world-ending threats to interrupt us."

I made the promise to reassure myself as much as my girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff, as I squeezed her hand and led the way into the gorgeous (and very private) restaurant I'd picked for our date night. We'd barely seen each other lately with various Avengers/SHIELD/adjacent responsibilities, so we'd both found a way to clear our calendars for an extended date night tonight. I'd volunteered to plan it, and Wanda had ensured nobody scheduled anything for us that would overlap on timing.

"Sounds perfect," Wanda said, leaning in to speak quietly in my ear as we reached the hostess stand. I gave her hand another squeeze and shot a little smile back over my shoulder, which was exactly the moment everything went to shit.

"No way," I hissed, scowling as my eyes locked onto a couple chatting at one of the tables overlooking the city. Wanda frowned, and then her gaze followed mine.

Goddamn Tony Stark. He was here on a date with Pepper. While I normally liked both of them, tonight was specifically designed for Wanda and I to take a break from the Avengers and all the challenges that came with them.

"It might not matter," Wanda whispered to me. "We can just ask for a table on the opposite end of the restaurant."

As if she'd conjured it, Tony chose that moment to glance in our direction. I groaned internally as he pointed us out to Pepper, and she turned around, giving Wanda and I a bright smile when she saw us. I did my best to return it, although it probably looked more like a grimace.

Tony waved us over, and I resisted the urge to scowl. I could swear I heard Wanda huff a laugh behind me as she pulled me towards the pair.

"Come on," she said, a grin on her face. "No way out of it now."

I hummed, but didn't resist. Really, how could I?

"Fancy meeting you two here!" Tony called as we reached his table. To my horror, he then turned and tried to wave for a waitress. "Let's pull up a pair of chairs, you two can join us."

"Oh, we wouldn't want to interrupt you guys..." I started, but Tony immediately waved me off.

"You're not, don't worry."

I turned to Pepper, and she'd just started to speak with a smile on her face when Wanda broke in with a gasp. I turned to find her staring at her phone with wide-eyes.

"I'm so sorry," she said, looking up at the two of us. "I just got a message from Pietro. We have to go."

My heart sank. Figures, we couldn't get a second alone either way. Run into people we know and get roped into joining them, or have something come up no matter how hard Wanda worked to prevent it.

We quickly said our goodbyes, Tony and Pepper insisting we plan something for the four of us to do together to make up for the interruption, then quickly headed out of the restaurant. I sighed as we made it to the parking lot.

"Alright, so is Pietro at the Tower or is he somewhere else?"

"I don't know."

I stopped short, turning back to Wanda. She just stared back at me after giving a little shrug. I frowned.

"What do you mean you don't know? Did he not tell you where he is? What was he messaging you for?"

"He didn't text me."

I frowned, not sure at first what she was trying to tell me, then my jaw dropped once an idea clicked. Wanda finally gave me a grin.

"When you say he didn't text you..."

"I mean I made up an excuse so we could leave and keep our date night interrupted. That was my job for this whole night, remember?"

I laughed, all the disappointment fading away as bright sparks of joy burst in my chest. I stepped forward and pulled Wanda into a kiss.

"You are amazing. Do you know that?"

"I do. But I don't mind hearing it."

We shared another laugh, and then I took Wanda's hand.

"Alright, let's get out of here. I've got a lot more than just dinner planned for us tonight, and even better, we can also get food at date location number two."

"Sounds perfect to me."

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After a brief walk, Wanda and I found ourselves in the middle of the most perfect, movie-level boardwalk I could find. We'd immediately gotten fair food, since we'd missed dinner at the restaurant, and now we were strolling down the alley of carnival games arm in arm.

"Well, we had a rocky start, but I think we managed to save our night," I said, absolutely beaming as Wanda and I took in the bright lights.

"I agree. This is absolutely perfect."

I turned to share a smile with her, and almost perfectly on cue, I heard familiar voices shouting from just a few booths down. I grimaced, but I didn't really have a choice but to turn and look over her shoulder.

I thought it was a hallucination at first, or maybe Loki was messing with us just for fun. But no. They were really here.

At the look on my face, Wanda turned slowly, too, to find Steve Rogers bowling pitches at carnival pins. Standing next to him and cheering him on were Bucky, Peter, and Shuri. She sighed at the same time I groaned.

"Did everyone choose tonight to go out?" she asked with a laugh. I threw my hands up and huffed.

"Apparently they did! This is ridiculous."

Wanda had a grin on her face, but apparently my exclamation had drawn some attention. The mini Avengers group started to turn in our direction, but I didn't let them finish the move before dragging Wanda after me and behind the row of carvinal booths. We slammed our backs against it, keeping quiet and still, and after a few moments I felt fairly confident we'd avoided our friends.

I felt a little bad, but not bad enough to go back out there and say hello.

"What's the plan?" Wanda whispered to me. I shot her a look, since we both knew whispering was excessive, but she just grinned at me.

"The plan is to get the hell out of here, get some ice cream, and go for a nice, peaceful walk on the beach without any of our friends interrupting us."

Wanda laughed again, the sound easing my nerves and loosening the frustration knotting in my chest. She slipped her hand into mine with a smile, and my heart did a backflip.

"Sounds great to me."

****************

Wanda and I had to duck and dodge a little bit to leave the boardwalk without being spotted, but our friends weren't looking for us, and we were both trained enough to manage just fine. We swung by the cute ice cream place I'd been looking forward to visiting, then took off our shoes and strolled through the surf together. We talked, laughed, and relaxed exactly like we'd been trying to all night.

At least, we did for about ten minutes. After ten minutes, we noticed another couple walking in our direction from further down the beach. I didn't recognize the woman headed our way, but I'd recognize the shock of light blond hair anywhere after dating its owner's sister for so long.

"This is getting ridiculous," I sighed, coming to a stop. Wanda gave me a concerned look, then followed my gaze and found her brother headed in our direction. Because of course he was.

"What is he doing here?" Wanda huffed, her voice showing irritation for the first time tonight. I just sighed again.

"Who knows? Maybe there's some big conspiracy to ruin our date night tonight."

"Well, whatever it is... do you mind if I suggest a plan alternative?"

I deflated a little as Pietro got closer to us. I'd been so determined to plan the perfect date night for the two of us, and my plans had been foiled at nearly every step. Although, to be fair, I guess Wanda's had too. She'd worked so hard to get everyone to do something else for the night so they wouldn't bother us, and it definitely hadn't worked out how she'd been planning.

I took a deep breath and shook off my irritation. I turned away from Pietro, who'd apparently noticed us and was now heading in our direction with a smile, and met Wanda's eyes. I smiled.

"I think a plan alternative is exactly what we need right now."

Wanda gave me a smirk that made my heart race, then wrapped an arm around me and pulled me towards her. She raised her free hand, since she'd finished her ice cream before we'd seen Pietro, and with a little chaos magic we lifted gently into the air.

"Hey!"

Wanda ignored Pietro's shout, and I almost did the same, until Pietro appeared below us in an instant thanks to his super speed.

"Where do you two think you're going? You don't want to say hi to your bro-"

He stopped short as I hurled the remainder of my ice cream cone at him. My aim was dead on, and he clearly wasn't expecting it, to the point that even his superspeed couldn't save him. It landed dead center on his shirt, and his outraged shout was enough to make both me and Wanda laugh.

Wanda and I went up, up, and up, until we were into the clouds. Thanks to a little help from her magic, we didn't get too cold, and even better, nobody that we knew would be able to see us up here. When we finally dropped back down again, it was at the top of one of the tallest peaks in a closed park at the edge of the city, giving us a perfect view and perfect privacy. We touched down gently, but Wanda didn't take her arm away from my waist.

"So... what do you think of this?"

"Perfect," I said with a grin, bringing my arms up to rest on her shoulders. I leaned in, giving Wanda a soft kiss, then resting my forehead against hers. The night was beautiful and peaceful around us, exactly what we'd been working so hard to find.

The two of us found a nice spot at the base of one of the trees to settle in, leaning against each other and looking out at the sparkling lights of the city. Wanda's arm rested across my shoulder while I wrapped one of mine around her waist. I'm not sure how long we sat like that, just enjoying our space alone, together. By all rights, we both should've been exhausted at some point, but the privacy was so rare and refreshing that we stayed up there to watch the sunrise. Our night may not have started exactly the way we'd planned it, but it had ended absolutely perfectly.

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[richonneevents]

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

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Welcome to Fictober!

Get ready for a series of enjoyable stories leading up to Halloween.

Every Saturday, a new story will be released, offering you a dose of Halloween spirit. With a special story posted on Tuesday 31st October.

From nostalgic trick-or-treating to the joy of pumpkin carving and the thrill of watching classic horror films, and even a few different things that you totally won’t be expecting. These fics will capture the essence of the season, offering a few tricks as well as a few treats.

So, mark your calendar and join us on this journey to make your Saturdays a little more special in the run-up to Halloween.

Forever At The Pumpkin Patch. [ 7th October, 2023. ]

in which, your boyfriend knew that halloween was your favourite holiday of the year, you went all out, dressed up in extravagant costumes, decorated your shared house more than you did at christmas and made little goody bags to give out to the children that knocked on your door. after being together for a total of four years, you lover boy organises a candle lit picnic at your favourite spot, the pumpkin patch where he asks you a very important question.

The Masquerade. [ 14th October, 2023. ]

in which, your friend drags you along to a high school reunion halloween party, which you one hundred percent do not feel in the mood to attend, but his nagging doesn't hold off, so being the good friend you are, you give into his nagging. a shocking revelation occurs when your ex walks through the door who you as well as everyone else didn’t expect to turn up leading to a confrontation that's nothing but emotional.

Halloween Movie Marathon. [ 21st October, 202. ]

in which, of your first halloween where all of your children finally understand the concept, after having taken them out trick or treating, the four of you all cuddle up on the sofa, hot coco in one hand whilst your other dips in and out of there sweet bucket, a movie marathon where the films are child friendly halloween films which both you and your husband can’t wait to show your children, creating not only a family tradition but memories to last a lifetime.

The Impossible Miracle. [ 28th October, 2023. ]

in which, what you thought would turn out as a fun filled halloween evening with your fiancé turns out to be anything of the sorts, you collapse in pain, coughing up blood as your body convulses where your rushed to the hospital via your fiancés car where the a trip to the witches inform you of something you never thought would be possible given your lover is a creature of the night.

A Love Beyond Time. [31st October, 2023. ]

in which, in 1864, a serene town was the canvas for your budding love story, as you joyfully prepared for a life together with your beloved fiancé. However, the tranquility shattered in one heart-wrenching moment during an unexpected town assault. Witnessing your fiancé's lifeless body crumple to the ground, your world came crashing down, forever altering the course of your existence. You were left haunted by that fateful day, struggling to piece together a life in the aftermath of the tragedy, while whispers of a supernatural twist and the possibility of a reunion with your once-lost love lingered on the edges of your consciousness, marking the passage of years and bringing an enigmatic undercurrent to your existence.

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Whose ready…?

[thought-42]

Fictober Day 2: It's been a long time

Star Wars, 914 words, Ezra Bridger, Thrawn

Technically part of the Chissezra au, but it can really fit into any Ezra an Trawns Space Adventues au

It's been a long time since Ezra has had to survive on the streets, but he's surprised how easily he falls into the familiar mindset. Turns out every city is the same, when it comes down to it, from the sleepy sprawl of Capital City to a bustling trading port somewhere beyond Wild Space, where humans are just as rare as Chiss.

Things are different now, of course-- Ezra's an adult, probably twenty (though the inability to track time on any sort of familiar calendar for the past probably-two-years makes that questionable), and he's a Jedi now, or close enough, far better able to use the Force to avoid or defuse danger.

He's also not alone.

Thrawn has absolutely never been poor in his life, let alone homeless.

Ezra doesn't make fun of him about it (out loud), because without Thrawn's wilderness survival skills they would have definitely died on the uninhabited (as far as they knew) planet where the Chimaera had crashed.

They had traded salvaged weapons and tech for their eventual rescue by a passing freighter that had noticed their cobbled together distress beacon. But neither of them had been carrying credits when they crashed, and most of the ship was unsalvageable. Semarily dumped off at the freightor's next port, a grimy little moon that may as well have advertised itself as the Black Market personified, their relief at rejoining civilization had been short-lived.

Ezra had managed to snag a few credit chits in the bustling docks, but it was a lot harder to disappear into the crowd as a whole ass adult. He'd never really appreciated the freedom that being a little kid gave him in terms of liberating cash from distracted travellers.

Thrawn had done that thing with his mouth that he does when he's surprised but knows that he shouldn't be.

"I suppose we do not have any other options at the moment," he had said. "That was good thinking."

"That was basic survival," Ezra had said, rolling his eyes.

Ezra charms some free nutrient bars out of the lady in the nearest supply stall, one third his passable Sy Bisti, one third his most winning smile, one third The Force. They use the money to buy clothes that aren’t bits and pieces of Imperial uniforms.

Thrawn pokes through the racks at the second-hand shop with the veiled discomfort of someone who has never had to pick out his own casual clothes. Score another point for unexpected ways the military industrial complex fucks you up.

Ezra, feeling irresponsibly indulgent, grabs clothes for himself in bright colours, rich ochres and gleaming blues, the sorts of things that aren't nearly as inconspicuous as he ought to be. He keeps passing things to Thrawn and ignores his verbal responses, instead focusing on his reactions in The Force, pinpointing the best textures and fits --soft, warm fabrics, tight enough that there's no extra material flopping around).

Thrawn goes along with it with the resigned patience of someone who has had to deal with politicians and little kids both, and it's probably the most fun Ezra's had in months.

It's not until they're back on the street, dressed in clothes that actually fit for the first time in two years, that it strikes Ezra.

"We probably should have saved some of that money for somewhere to stay."

Unlike most of the other people he'd known as a kid, Ezra had always had somewhere to retreat to. The radio tower had been reasonably safe and reasonably private, four walls he could disappear behind in the face of bad weather and angry guards and physical or emotional distress. And then there'd been the Ghost, and then the little huts Thrawn had taught him how to build from hides and branches.

"Yes," says Thrawn, pained.

It's starting to get dark-- Ezra has no idea how long the day cycles are here, but he's rapidly getting the idea it's a lot shorter than he's used to. The shops are beginning to empty out, the crush of people that had made obtaining credits simple now thinned down to a few stragglers.

Thrawn's eyes are flicking around rapidly, and he begins to drift closer to Ezra, almost protectively. Ezra is very aware that only one of them can see in the dark and it's not him.

They walk for a long time, Ezra feeling stupid and awkward and a little panicked. He has no idea what Thrawn is feeling. Probably mild irritation.

It’s cold here. Colder than their crash site had ever gotten, and damper than the freighter. Lothal winters had been cold, but like everything else, that was six years ago. It’s starting to feel like an eternity.

Eventually, when they’ve left the shops behind and entered a long stretch of towering warehouses, all identical pre-fab foxesEzra is starting to think they’re going to have to sleep in shifts in an alleyway.

“There,” says Thrawn, softly.

“What?”

He touches a hand against Ezra’s arm, drawing his attention off to the left.

“I can’t see anything,” Ezra grumbles.

“There is an open window on the second floor of that building. I suspect it may offer a temporary shelter, and I have no doubt we can deal with any hired security that may object to our presence.”

Ezra does not want to try to scale a perfectly smooth building today, but that feels just about fucking right for their luck.

‘I’m starting to miss the empty jungle planet,” he says, resignedly.

[captainderyn]

So...hi

I have been MIA for *peeks at calendar* way too fricken' long. And I'm quite sorry about that.

The tl;dr version is that life lifed a little too close to the sun. Eloping, a family member passing, starting a new job, adjusting to life with a high energy dog (I love you Saber, happy 6 months since gotcha buddy <3), buckling down and doing more and more training with the mustang.

Aka, a lot of things. I've also been really focusing on writing that novel that I started with the WIP Project back in 2022 right before I graduated college. But I miss y'all :')

That being said, with DA:V releasing in October, I am anticipating that I will very much be dragged back into the house kicking and screaming lol. And more importantly:

Expect another year of Wulfwryn and Raenor Fictober for 2024 baybee. I have been playing a lot of lotro recently and keeping a running tab of ideas. I have full intentions of doing a finished and successful Fictober run this year.

I hope y'all have been doing well, and that you'll humor me again after an unintentional and rather long hiatus (by my standards).

Much love (and apology)

-Deryn <3

[randomfoggytiger]

"Life's Just a Path"

(Fictober, Day 22)

*****

If Melissa were alive, she'd never let her live it down.

"Bees, Dana?" And she'd laugh right over Scully's corrective "Bee, singular." And then she'd remind her sister of the time both of them were dragged into a Halloween party dressed unwillingly as puffy bees-- and that she'd watched little Dana shove some local little pest off his feet for jeering at their costumes.

And, of course, would come the inevitable: "You haven't tried since?"

"Well--" Mulder hasn't. "I...."

Melissa would have scolded and fussed while reflexing Scully's ice-block feet. "What'll it take, Dana, the world to end for you two to finally admit what's between you?"

Scully looked at the calendar-- January 1-- awash in the sun of a new millennium; and whispered, "Maybe something like it."

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

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

[atths--twice]

Lost and Found

A lost and needed report leads to remembrance of where it is and what was happening to lose it in the first place.

Fictober Day 15

Prompt: You lost it. Well, we both lost it.

Hope you all enjoy this one. ❤️

March 2000

“It’s not here,” Scully called from the annex of the office. 

“And I don’t see it on the desk here either,” Mulder called back, shaking his head. 

“It was there last night before we left. I know that I saw it,” she said, walking back into his view. 

“I did too.” 

“So…” 

“I don’t know,” he said, sighing loudly. 

“Well, Skinner’s not going to be happy.” 

“If you tell him, he’ll take it better,” he said, raising his eyebrows at her. 

“What? Why would you say that? Because I’m a woman? That’s very sexist of you.” She crossed her arms and frowned at him. 

“What? No. That’s not how I meant it.” 

“Explain what you meant then.” 

“Well… I just meant that he likes you. He cares about you.” She narrowed her eyebrows, her expression hardening and he shook his head. “Not… not like that. Not in any way that’s inappropriate. Just… he respects and admires you. That’s all.” 

“And you don’t think he feels the same for you? That he doesn’t admire you? Doesn’t appreciate and respect your tenacity?” 

“My stubborn bullheadedness you mean?” he asked with a grin and he watched her fighting back a smile of her own. “I cause him stress and anxiety. Hell, I’d add hair loss to the list if he wasn’t nearly bald when we first met.” 

“Mulder,” she said with a quiet laugh, shaking her head. 

“It’s true and you know it.” 

“You could try to have that not be the way he sees you.” 

“I don’t think it would matter at this point,” he said, looking on the desk again for the folder they needed. “I think when he sees my name on his calendar, his blood pressure increases.” 

“Well, that I don’t doubt,” she agreed and he looked up at her, sticking out his lower lip in a mock pout. “Aw, poor baby.” She walked across the room, stopping just in front of him and smiling. “Would a kiss make you feel better?” 

“I thought you were very firm in your belief that we refrain from that while at work?” he asked and she licked her lips, biting down gently on the bottom one. 

“I am. But…” She fiddled with his tie, the backs of her fingers trailing down his chest and bumping against each button. “You’re so adorable when you pout.”

“Am I?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her. 

“Yeah. And I think you know it.” 

“How to get to you?” he asked, one hand moving to the back of her neck and he watched as her eyes slid shut and her mouth opened slightly. “Of that I am very aware.” 

He bent his head and kissed her, a soft moan escaping her throat as he did. She grabbed handfuls of his shirt, pressing as close to him as she could, as their kiss deepened. He gripped her hair and tugged it gently, eliciting another moan from her. 

The desk phone rang and she pushed against his chest to make him move, their kiss halting. 

“Scully,” she said, baring her neck to him as she answered it, letting her desires be known. He grinned and began to lavish her neck with soft, silent kisses. “Mmm… No, I’m sorry, sir. I was just… reading the results of a blood test.” She pushed at him again and shook her head. “Yes, we’ll be right up.” 

Sighing, she hung up the phone and looked at him. 

“Time to face the music,” she said, raising on tiptoes to kiss him once more. 

“You mean to lay on that Scully charm,” he corrected her as he took his suit jacket from the coat rack and they walked out the door. 

“He did sound extra perturbed given the early hour,” she admitted, closing and locking the office door as he struggled with the sleeve of his jacket. “Oh, for god's sake, Mulder. You’re a menace to yourself.” She helped him with his jacket, smoothing the lapels and brushing at nonexistent pieces of lint. 

“Thanks,” he said, staring at her lips, desperately wanting to kiss her again. 

“You’re welcome,” she said, shaking her head and walking to the elevator.

He followed her, smiling as he watched the sway of her hips. Not for the first time of course, but now with the knowledge of what those hips, and the rest of her, looked like naked. 

Leaving his bed, or even better yet, walking towards it, those hips were mesmerizing. 

She pushed the button to call the elevator as he caught up to her. Smiling at her, his hand at the small of her back as though it was a magnet calling for its mate, they stepped inside as the doors opened. 

“He’s gonna be so pissed,” she said and he hummed, his fingers scratching her back in gentle reassurance. 

The elevator stopped and his hand dropped as they exited. 

In the waiting area of Skinner’s office, instead of his assistant, they found him. He sighed as he looked down at their empty hands. 

“Did you forget that we needed to have your report for the meeting currently taking place? Did something happen to it between the time I called you mere minutes ago and right this moment?” he asked, his voice low but firm, staring at each of them. 

“Sir,” Scully began, but he put up a hand to stop her. 

“This is an important meeting,” he said and Mulder shifted slightly. “I know they can be tedious, but they are necessary.”

“And I agree,” Scully stated. “We had the report in the office yesterday, but-”

“But what? You lost it? It grew legs and walked away? What?” 

“Well, I didn’t lose it. We lost it,” she admitted, glancing quickly at Mulder. “I don’t know how we could have, but it’s-”

“Coffee table,” Mulder interrupted, his fingers tapping repeatedly against Scully’s hip. 

“Excuse me, Agent Mulder,” Skinner said, his eyes narrowing. “How is what you just said helpful?” 

“It’s on your coffee table,” Mulder said, looking at Scully and ignoring Skinner. “I must have grabbed it with the other files when we left here last night. I remember now that I saw it. It’s with the Beckman case notes.” 

She stared at him in confusion, then her eyes widened. 

“It’s there,” he repeated with a nod. 

“Sir,” she said, looking at Skinner. “Agent Mulder is correct. It is there. I remember seeing it now as well. If I could have… an hour, I can have that report here. It’s-”

“Go,” Skinner said, shaking his head. They both began to leave and he stopped them. “Not you, Mulder. It’s a task that only requires one person. You can join us in the meeting now and Agent Scully will do the same in an hour. One hour, Scully.” He held her gaze and she nodded, her eyes flicking to Mulder’s before she left the room. 

Mulder sighed and turned his attention to Skinner who was looking at him questioningly. 

“Sir?” 

“You saw it on her coffee table last night,” Skinner said in a quiet voice. 

“When we were reviewing the Beckman case, yeah,” Mulder replied with a nod. “We brought food back to her apartment and went over that case and did paperwork for a couple of others as we ate. The report for the meeting was on my desk, but I must have picked it up by mistake when I grabbed the other files.” 

“Must have,” Skinner said, his expression unreadable, though Mulder suspected he was thinking that their evening had been more than dinner and work discussions. 

Of which he would be absolutely correct, Mulder thought, remembering kissing Scully as she had sat astride his lap, moaning into his mouth as he had unhooked her bra. 

“Yeah, it was just a mix up,” Mulder said, clearing his throat. “We’d better join that meeting, huh? Or we’ll be here all day. After you.” Mulder smiled and gestured towards the office and Skinner scoffed as he led the way. 

Please hurry, Scully, he thought, as he took a seat at the world's most boring meeting, his eyes constantly flicking to the door, awaiting her arrival. 

[slusheeduck]

Fictober 2023 Day 30 - Prompt: "Come with me, hurry." Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

“Shadowheart. Shadowheart.”

Shadowheart tossed and turned in her tent, but finally rolled over to see who was waking her. Oh, Falerin. That…was his name, right? In the rush of getting out of the ship and suddenly being saddled with…six? new people in camp—including that damned githyanki—there hadn’t been much time for proper introductions. She sat up, rubbing her eyes.

“What? Is there trouble?”

Falerin gave her an odd little smile, two-toned eyes bright. “No. Just…come with me, hurry.”

She let out a sigh, but got up to her feet and followed him out with a yawn. “You’re really not going to tell me?”

“Use your tadpole if you’re so curious,” Falerin shot back over his shoulder.

Shadowheart shuddered. “No, thank you.”

They paused as they passed Gale’s tent, the wizard on his way out with his telescope under his arm. He brightened as he saw Fal.

“You know what tonight is, then?” he asked, then pointed at him with a knowing smile. “I knew we were kindred spirits, you and I. It should be spectacular.”

“Something spectacular?” From beside Gale’s tent, Karlach—who’d gotten surprisingly comfortable with them since joining the day before, all things considered—poked her head out. “Is something happening?”

“Indeed, the…” Gale glanced at Falerin, and they shared a smile. “It’s been a while since you’ve been out above ground, hasn’t it, Karlach? Let’s keep it a surprise, then.”

“Follow us,” Falerin added, then looked over across camp. “And…maybe bring Wyll. I think he needs this.”

“On it, soldier.” Karlach saluted before going to grab Wyll.

Falerin nodded for Shadowheart and Gale to keep going, only to be met with a spear right at his neck. He stumbled backwards, letting out a sigh of relief at the familiar “T’chk” that accompanied the spear’s retreat.

“I thought we were under attack,” Lae’zel grumbled.

“We’re not, don’t worry,” Falerin assured. “Come with us.”

Lae’zel frowned, then suddenly stood up straight. “We’re launching an attack,” she said, eyes brightening. “So we will catch our enemies unaware in their beds.”

“No, no, we’re not…no attacking,” Falerin assured.

“Oh. How disappointing.”

Shadowheart rolled her eyes. “You would find it that way, wouldn’t you?”

“Gods, not now.” Falerin sent a warning look to Shadowheart, then looked back to Lae’zel. “Leave the spear and come with us.” He gave an awkward little smile. “Safety in numbers, yeah?”

Lae’zel’s eyes narrowed, but she glanced over at Karlach and Wyll as they joined the group. She seemed to weigh her options, then nodded to herself before she set the spear aside. “Very well.”

Falerin grinned, then continued leading the way outside of camp. Just as they reached the edge of the site, a very pale elf stopped in front of them. Astarion went very still, looking every bit like a deer that had been spotted.

“What are…you doing out?” Gale asked, squinting suspiciously at him.

Astarion unstuck himself, and he gave a flouncy toss of his head as he smiled. “I could ask all of you the same question. Clearly I’m not the only one who fancies the thought of a late night stroll.” His eyes landed on Falerin, and he sidled up to him, sliding his arm through the half-drow’s. His arm was very cold, likely due to the chill of the night. “Fal…erin, yes? You simply must tell me what you’re up to, darling. There’s a dastardly little gleam in your eyes that I think I quite like.”

Falerin rolled his eyes with a laugh, pulling his arm away. “It’s not dastardly.” He continued walking out—the canopy of trees above them was thinning, showing the sky above. “She…my, er, my patron, timed things so it’d be a week after she turned me loose. It’s been that long, I think.”

“Well, what’s ‘it’?” Wyll asked.

“It happens the same time every year,” Gale said with a sage nod of his head. “For all our misadventures, I never miss an astrological event.” He tapped his head as he looked over at Lae’zel. “Perfect calendar, all in here.”

“I didn’t realize the ghaik experimented so much on you. They must have found plenty of empty space to fit a whole calendar,” she quipped.

“No, it’s…”

“Gale, she’s taking the piss,” Karlach said.

“I most assuredly am not taking any piss.”

Falerin suddenly shushed everyone. As the group went quiet, he ushered them out from the last of the trees.

The sky was clear, with thousands of stars sparkling down at them. The moon was hidden away, leaving a perfect view as a star streaked across the sky. A soft, collective gasp went through the party, with another following as another star fell.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen this,” Falerin said softly, eyes wide as he watched more streaks of light cross the sky. He settled down on the ground, legs crossed and gaze on the sky.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen actual falling stars,” Karlach said, equally quiet as she settled beside him—she gave off a pleasant warmth against the chill of the night. “Certainly not down in Avernus—gods, how lucky are we?”

“Not sure I would call what we have luck,” Astarion quipped, though his eyes were skyward as well.

“Sure it is. We’re all alive, aren’t we?” she said, shooting him a big grin. “And we get the chance to see this.”

Astarion’s mouth twitched. “Mm. I suppose it’s better than my alternative.”

“It…does make me grateful that things didn’t go worse with Mizora,” Wyll said quietly. He gave a weak little laugh. “When I was younger, I heard stories of wishing on fallen stars. Seemed the only way to make a wish that didn’t blow up in one’s face.”

“Wishes are useless,” Lae’zel said. “Action is what truly matters.” She let out a breath, though, and her tone was softer as she continued, “This is what the Astral Plane looks like. It’s…comforting, in a way. Not close to the true majesty of my people’s home, but…”

“But it makes you a little less homesick, I’d wager,” Gale said gently. He hadn’t set up his telescope, too entranced by the streaks of light in the night sky. “I’d watch this shower every year, back in Waterdeep. It’s a great time for magic, always made me feel even more in-tune with the Weave. But…” He let out a sigh, then eased onto a nearby rock. “Maybe there’s something in just enjoying it this year.”

Shadowheart had stayed quiet through the exchange, but she silently went to kneel beside Falerin. She didn’t say a word to the others, eyes instead fixed overhead. After a long moment of silence, she looked to Falerin.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “For bringing me out to see this. I…I needed this.”

Falerin tore his eyes away from the night sky’s show, and he gave her a smile. “I think we all did,” he said, equally quiet, then looked up overhead. “A nice reminder that there are things worth living for.”

Silence fell over the party, all seven wrapped up in their own thoughts as they watched stars fall through the sky. A multitude of wishes made with every streak of light in the dark. Hope against hope for freedom, for renewal, for glory and redemption…for the chance to make it through one more day in spite of what laid ahead.

And, above all, a strange sort of certainty that, for all the others’ faults, for all their own shortcomings, for all the fear they shared and goals they harbored…being here, staring at falling stars with these people, was exactly where they were meant to be.

For this moment, at least, they were all among friends, sharing in something beautiful. And that was certainly worth living for.

Fictober 2023 Drabble Master Post

[lady-ashfade]

Fictober is almost here…Oh yeah, it’s all coming together!!

(Stressing to get my remanding fics out in time)

[Ps. Two fics are planned to appear on my @ms-fade account which is Nsfw, my two series of mha are planned to come out in October 🤭]

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3 days...

Until another round of TW Anchor Down begins! If you need some creative inspo, you can always combine TWAD prompts with other challenges or events from this handy events directory. Feel free to also use any previous round prompts from the prompt card filing cabinet if you’re running behind and/or still need to catch up. Here are some challenges and events that are happening between October, November and December of 2024:

>> Sceo Weekend (October 19-21) >> Sterek Week (October 25-31) >> Kira Appreciation Week (Oct. 28 - Nov. 2) >> Scisaac Week (November 18-24) >> Teen Wolf Rare Pair Events- Character of the Month (on-going) >> Full Moon Ficlet (ongoing) >> Sterek Drabbles (ongoing) >> Sterek Bingo (ongoing) >> Sterek Weekly (ongoing) >> Sterek Prompt Meme (ongoing) >> Steter-Stackson Bingo (ongoing) >> Teen Wolf Bingo (ongoing) >> Teen Wolf Poly Bingo (ongoing) >> 31 Days of Horror (daily horror themed writing prompts for October) >> Angstober (daily angst prompts for October) >> Fictober (daily fic prompts for October) >> Flufftober (daily fluff prompts for October) >> Whumptober (daily whumpy prompts for October) >> Polyship Week (November 17-23; 1 week of prompts for poly ships in any fandom) >> Art Prompt Calendar (daily prompts posted every month, multi-ship and multi-fandom) >> Horrific Bingo (ongoing and multi-fandom) >> Hurt and Comfort Bingo (ongoing and multi-fandom) >> LGBTQA+ Bingo (ongoing and multi-fandom) >> Sweet and Spicy Bingo (ongoing and multi-fandom) >> Slash Multiverse (ongoing and multi-fandom) >> The Reverse Prompt Challenge (multi-fandom; updated quarterly) >> Warm and Fluffy Bingo (ongoing and multi-fandom) >> Whump Challenges Galore (ongoing and multi-fandom) 

If you know about other challenges that should be added to this list, send an ask. Let's make the best out of the remaining months of this year! Melissa is psyched to get going!

[richonneevents]

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.

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

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Happy creating!

[hekate1308]

Fictober #1, That Was Good Work

Prompt: That was good work

Fandom: Inspector Morse

Morse, Robbie had heard that long before he met the man himself, was… difficult. Which was not the word his colleagues had used precisely, but still, it came close enough, and he felt that one should have respect for a superior officer, especially one who had his success rate, Even if he never seemed to have found a sergeant who worked well with him. But that, too, didn’t have to mean anything – some people just preferred working alone, and Morse certainly brought the results that they needed, so that no one had ever complained, apart from, if he remembered correctly, Superintendent Strange, but there were a few strange rumours going on about him and the lodge, too, so he thought their boss probably didn’t have a leg to stand on when it came to this.

Still  morse had a reputation, so when he had happened across him on a case, he hadn’t expected much. He’d probably have the whole thing solved in a day or two, and Robbie would be left to do the paperwork, which was usually the case anyway. He supposed it was something to have met the big man, anyway.

Apart from –

Well, it was something else to actually see him work. If it had not been for DCI Morse’s well-known… opinions eh would call them he would have assumed that the man should have been even above Superintendent Strange in rank at this point, but instead, here he was, solving one of the most complicated murders Robbie had ever seen like it was nothing.

Afterwards, they went their separate ways, naturally.

Until the next case where Morse needed a sergeant and Robbie was available. He thought so at the time, at least – later much alter he would learn that morse had actually requested him and that strange, utterly relieved that he would finally ask for someone by name, had immediately handed Robbie over like a parcel even though he would never have said it like that in front of either of them.

And so, here they were, with another case under their belt, doing the paperwork in Morse’s office, or perhaps, rather, Robbie doing most of it while Morse was busy listening to some classics LP or another, but that too, he had known before..

If he had ever imagined something like that, he would perhaps have thought that Morse would just go and not keep him company, so he supposed that was something, and he knew through the grapevine that hr controlled every piece of paperwork that passed his desk anyway even if he didn’t want anyone to know. 

When eh was done, he stood up and handed Morse the files, feeling ever so slightly down. He actually enjoyed working with him, much as yes, he could be a difficult, miserable sod, but that was neither here nor there anyway…

"That was good work" Morse then sad as if it was nothing.

It actually rendered him speechless for a second – had Morse just – he really had to mark this date in his calendar. This was undoubtedly the pinnacle of his career, unless he actually managed to do the bloody course and become an inspector, as Val aways said he would, but Robbie always figured she was a bit biased when it came to him and what he was capable of.

“I – I – “ he cleared his throat. “Thank you, sir.”

Morse looked at him and nodded, once, twice, seemingly thinking about something, then saying, “You’re without a governor at the moment, aren’t you?”

He shrugged. “There are only so many inspectors who need a bagman, and currently they all have one.” He always told himself not to be too disappointed when yet another one of his colleagues was picked. True, he usually prided himself on getting along with pretty much everyone, so why he of all people should not yet have been asked to be someone’s bagman, but anyway, that was neither here nor there, and –

“I could use someone. If you want to work with me, that is.”

He needed a moment or two to understand what Morse was saying, just because he would never have thought it possible. Yes, he had enjoyed working with him on that aces, notwithstanding the fact that a woman had lost her life, but still, this was DCI Morse, and he would never –

“Of course it’s not mandatory. There is no –“

“Yes, sir I would like that very much” he interrupted him before he could let that chance pass him by even though he still hadn’t quite grasped what was happening.

“Alright then”. He raised an eyebrow. “Time for a drink at the pub, le-wis.”

And even though it was just the beginning of him leaving way too large of a portion of his wages at public houses, he would never regret it.  

[scullysexual]

X-Files Ficmas Advent Calendar Changes

Just about to admit to poor planning, though it wasn't intentional.

As the titles suggests, I'm going to change the way I'm doing the advent calendar. Originally, I was to post 25 fics every day over the 25 days in December and that would be the ideal way to do it. However, I got way more work this month than previous months and that meant I couldn't dedicate the time to writing the fics as I planned. This isn't fictober where you can sacrifice quality for quantity, these fics are gifts and I want them to be written to the best of my ability, in order to achieve that, I've decided to sacrifice quantity for quality.

1st December is waay closer than I thought it was and I just don't have the time nor the days off to write 25 fics. However, everyone that has sent a prompt will get a prompt written and gifted to you, that is definite. There is a mimimum of 9 ficmas prompts in my ask box so within the 25 days, 9 of those days someone will receive a fic. It sucks it has to be done this way however all I can do is learn from my mistakes and lack of planning and do better next year. If I do this again next year, I will definitely strive for 25 fics across 25 days.

[sunsetofdoom]

borderline insubordination

Vette advanced on the cockpit with delicate care, like a bird angling for the remains of a picnic- not quite wanting to look at her target, but intently focused all the same. In the last two weeks she’d lived with Captain Quinn, she’d realized that he was more skittish than the image of the aggressive Imp she’d constructed in her mind. He had a tendency to melt away if he saw her coming, probably anticipating her deliberate attempts to get under his skin and find his conversational pressure points. Even though that wasn’t her aim at the moment.

Not that she didn’t enjoy annoying him! But she had a goal today.

She sidled up to the copilot chair, casual and smooth, and caught his expression darkening into exasperation.

“Morning, Cap’n.” Obliging, she left off her usual epithets of Tightpants or Regulations or Nose-In-The-Air. This was a friendly visit. There was a point to it.

Her peace offering was regarded with stoic suspicion. Quinn glanced sidelong at her, and turned away with a twisted lip.

“So....” Vette started. She wasn’t really sure how to go about this. It was much easier when all she had to do was piss him off. “It, uh, looks like Nan’s asleep.”

Darting his eyes up off the ship’s controls, Quinn lifted an eyebrow. “Yes. With Her Lordship’s express consent, I dosed her with the correct amount of sedatives for her weight and tolerance.”

His tone made Vette want to roll her eyes. He said it like he was talking to a child. “Yeah, cool, so you know about the, uh....” She gestured vaguely towards her forearm, not sure if he’d seen Nan’s fervent stimulant use or just seen the effects it was having on her body.

“Yes. Lord Kris informed me that she has been placed on a strict stimulant-to-sedative cycle, and that as her medical officer, I am to maintain it until otherwise instructed.”

Vette grimaced. “... Yeah,” she said, putting a lot of effort into staying civil. “So, about that...”

Flicking a few switches, Quinn settled his hands on the steering yoke and turned to look at her, one eyebrow raised as he waited for her to continue.

“You gotta know that’s not good for her, right?” Vette asked in a rush. “I mean- she just goes crazy. She injects those stims and it turns her into this- this horrible, like.... animal thing. She’s okay when she’s sober. But when she takes them...”

Vette hated watching Nan, the first kind person she’d met in months, become the wordless, snarling beast that Baras seemed to want. In the few weeks on Dromund Kaas that he’d been withholding the drugs, and their first month on Nar Shaddaa where she hadn’t been fighting, Nan had been a warm, solid presence; quiet, gentle despite her physical bulk. But the second her supply came back in, she was back to being an awful slavering Sith like all the horror stories. She massacred enemies without conscience or regret, unable to see them in front of her.

Quinn looked away, but Vette caught the look on his face. His brows were drawn tight, jaw clenched. “I’m under orders,” he informed her.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, dude.” Vette seized onto that doubtful expression, the barest thread of hope that she could get him on her side. “And you don’t like it either! She does stupid shit when she’s high. Stupid, suicidal shit. She can’t think, she can’t even listen.”

Staring at his sidelong profile, Vette could tell she’d hit a nerve. He flicked his blue eyes back at her, catching her stare, and he glowered.

“Regardless of my... personal opinions,” Quinn said, sounding as though it hurt him on a deep level to admit he had opinions of his own, “Her Lordship’s authority is absolute.”

“We both know you can’t trust an addict to control her own supply,” Vette argued. “She’ll keep asking for more, and she’ll either overdose or charge into a shitty situation, and then she’ll be dead.”

He flinched.

“And then you get sent back to Bug Hell,” Vette reminded him, pressing her advantage. “Hey, I can go wherever, I’m good. But if Nan dies, you'll get shipped back to Balmorra and-”

“My career is none of your business,” Quinn snapped. 

Vette threw herself backwards in the copilot’s chair, her lekku whacking the fake leather cushion. She scrubbed at the scars where the collar had sat on her neck. Son of a bitch, she’d pushed too far. Setting her elbows on her knees, she looked out at the stars, letting her mark cool off for a second. Her heart twisted in her chest. She’d intended to just use Nan’s death as a bludgeon to make a point, but thinking about the big Zabrak Sith dead on the ground made her feel sick.

“Look,” she said, letting some of that emotion into her voice, “this- this woman, right, is.... one of the only decent people I’ve ever met. And right now, it seems like everyone in the galaxy wants her dead, including her.”

Glancing up, she saw that Quinn had turned to look at her, his jaw set.

“I think you and me are the only people who want to keep this crazy Sith alive,” Vette said, turning her head to look at him. “I can’t do it alone, man. I need your help.”

It burned to admit it. But sometimes, admitting weakness was the only way to lure a mark into doing what you wanted. She’d learned that on a lot of cons.

Some of the emotionless stubbornness melted off of Quinn’s face, and he pressed his lips together as he huffed through his nose. His fingers drummed against the pilot’s controls.

“I can...” He sighed. “I won’t promise to disobey her outright. But... I can take her dosages down. When it’s not... strictly necessary.”

Vette nodded. “Alright,” she conceded, and resolved to herself that she’d kick these Imperial bastards into being good people or die trying. “I can appreciate that. And you’ll help me talk her out of suicide charges?”

“Yes,” he said, not looking at her. “I- yes. As you say, we... both want her alive.”

“And you’ll help me get her to tell Baras to fuck off the next time he calls?”

“Do not push your luck.”

[thebrilliantfanfic]

I know I’m a bit late to post this, but here’s my October update calendar! 😄 My new KagaAo fic is already available to read on Patreon for supporters, general audience opens on Monday! Every month, I’ll be sharing one Patreon-exclusive update! This will either be a one-shot or bonus chapter. October is a one-shot, I’ll be posting it ONLY on Patreon on October 17th! Looking at this calendar, you might be going “what happened to the other stories??” Let me tell you! In order to keep up my motivation, it was time to start something new! And I want to thank the people that support me as an artist, so I will be focusing on my Patreon posts and will largely be posting content there, not on Wattpad. Follow my Patreon for the latest updates! Now, don’t worry! I will finish the other stories, I will likely be working on them during #NaNoWriMo this year and post several chapters at once to finish the fics, but please check out my Patreon for the new content! Because as an artist, getting support here is how I am able to continue making more content for you to read! (Yes, the Patreon funds go directly to my essentials such as rent, food, etc) 💙 ✨ ❤️ #update #fanfic #fanfiction #calendar #october2020 #fictober #kagaao #kagamitaiga #kagamixaomine #aominedaiki #aomine #kagami #aominexkagami #aokaga #aominexkagami #wattpadauthor #wattpadfanfic #fanficauthor #patreon #patreoncreator #patreonauthor #nanowrimo2020 #supportsmallbusiness #supportindieauthors #indieauthor #indieauthorsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CGIu5EhJ42s/?igshid=ppvoguclgmhk