#fictober fun

[imjustwritingg]

what a guy

Happy Fictober! I had so much fun doing this last year and it really pushed me to write more so I wanted to do it again. Went off on my own with prompts, but I’ve got a handful of Upstead fics to share this month and here is the first one for you.

Enjoy! 💐

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[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 12: The Sweetest Tune

Prompt: "Did you hear that?"

It's late at the Hoover building and Mulder hears a noise… Rating: T, wc: 1,013

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

“Did you hear that?” Mulder whispers, putting her hands on her shoulders. It’s 10 p.m. on a Friday and they’re on their way out of the Hoover building. Any noise they might hear won’t be good news.

“Hear what?” she asks, not lowering her voice.

“This,” he says, pointing up.

“Mulder, it’s late and we’re-” he silences her, putting a finger on her lips. He keeps it there, willing her to listen. All she can hear is Mulder’s breathing and her own heartbeat. It drowns out everything else. Her other senses are at high alert; Mulder’s finger is salty and the feel of it against her lips makes her thirsty.

“Do you really not hear that?” His voice is low, his face close to hers.

“I don’t,” she replies in a whisper.

“Someone is singing.”

“You’re imagining things,” Scully says, stepping forward, her heels clicking on the floor.

“Take off your shoes.”

“Excuse me?” She stares up at him.

“We need to investigate,” he mumbles, helping her slip out of her shoes. She can’t believe she’s doing this. As crazy as he might be, she’s not much better. “Let’s go.” He steers her as they make their way through the abandoned hallway. Scully glances up at the ceiling, wondering if any security cameras are catching this. If so, they will surely become water cooler topic number one again.

“There,” Mulder says. Before now, Scully hasn’t paid attention to where they are. Her focus has been on getting out of here. Who works until 10 p.m. on a Friday night anyway? Only Agents Mulder and Scully.

“This is Kersh’s office,” Scully hisses, and Mulder nods, his eyes huge.

“It’s coming from inside.” She can only watch as Mulder presses his ear against the door. His open mouth transforms into a smile and if she wasn’t so scared of getting caught – by Kersh, of all people – she might think of Mulder as adorable.

“Mulder, we need to leave.”

“He’s singing, Scully. Come here.” She shakes her head, not moving. “You want to hear this.” He holds out his hand to her and it’s his smile that wins her over in the end. Doesn’t it always? She takes his hand and lets herself be drawn to his side. There’s no reason for them to stand there tangled together, both with their ears pressed against the door. At first, Scully doesn’t hear it. She’s this close to calling Mulder out for hearing things that aren’t even there when she catches the voice.

“There.” Mulder’s mouth is against her neck and his voice is a low murmur, sending goosebumps all over her body. “Do you hear it?” She’d hear it better without his proximity distracting her. But there it is again. A man’s voice. Unmistakably their boss, A.D. Kersh. Now she understands why Mulder is smiling. She turns, her mouth hanging open in surprise. Hearing him sing is one thing, but hearing him belt out a cheesy ballad in perfect pitch is quite another.

“And you thought I was crazy.” Mulder is grinning from ear to ear as they continue to listen to Kersh’s surprisingly smooth voice. Scully tugs at Mulder’s sleeve to get his attention.

“Let’s go.”

“We’re almost at the great finish,” he mouths. “Listen.” Scully does listen, but more than that, she’s watching Mulder, unable to hide her giggle as he closes his eyes, mouthing the words along. Who would have guessed that Mulder knows the lyrics to “I Will Always Love You” by heart? Kersh hits all the notes behind the door, but out here, Scully is mesmerized by Mulder. His eyes pop open again, twinkling with warmth and amusement. The song ends, with Kersh still humming along. Scully doesn’t have Mulder’s bat-like hearing, but it distinctively sounds as if their boss’s voice is coming closer to the door.

“Mulder,” she insists, tugging at his sleeve again.

“We need to run,” he says and a moment later, they do. One of her shoes slips out of Mulder’s hands on their way to the elevator and he sprints back to retrieve it. Meanwhile, Scully is giggling, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Stairs,” Mulder says when the elevator takes its sweet time. Scully groans, but follows him into the stairwell. They’re standing there, both out of breath, grinning at each other.

“Do you think he knew anyone was listening?” Scully asks, trying to catch her breath.

“No. He was in the zone. Who knew, huh? We only ever hear him bark at us and here he is putting Whitney Houston to shame. What about you, Scully?” He hands her her shoes back, but she’s not putting them back on. Mulder raises an eyebrow but says nothing. They make their way down the stairs.

“What about me?” she asks.

“Are you hiding a singing talent?”

“Mulder, you’ve heard me sing,” she reminds him. “I can’t carry a tune.”

“You carried that tune, Scully,” he says with a wistful look and she glares at him. “You have a nice voice. I mean you’re no Alvin Kersh, but who is?” His grin returns. “Maybe you could give an encore?” They’re almost downstairs now. What a Friday night. Once upon a time, her friends would call and ask her to meet them after work, get a drink, and maybe go dancing. But how can she feel like she’s missing something when she has a Mulder? Who’s invading her personal space while wearing the world’s cutest grin?

“I only sing when we’re lost in the woods,” she says, playing along. Before entering the parking garage, she puts on her shoes again. Mulder waits for her, playing with his car keys.

“So if I find us another-”

“Don’t push your luck, Mulder.”

“Just in case,” he promises. “If we ever do find ourselves in the forest again, you’ll sing.”

“Fine,” she says, but only because she wants to go home.

“It’s a date then,” Mulder says. “See you Monday, Scully.” He jogs off and she stands there, wondering what she’s agreed to.

Did he just say date?

[apollo-just-ice]

Fanfiction - Ace Attorney

Fictober Day 3 - “I know you better”, a Larry Butz/Miles Edgeworth fic bc I’m replaying Turnabout Ablaze and feeling a bit silly…

[aureli-us]

FICTOBER 2024

as usual i was unable to find any good fictober lists that i PERSONALLY enjoyed for this year, so, keeping with tradition! i made my own! since we're a week from october i figured i'd post it now to let people take a look :^) if you end up using any of it (or all of it) PLEASE DO TAG ME! i'll post a link to my ao3 fictober in the next few days so it'll be up there as well! (plaintext list is below the cut + click for MUCH better quality)

shackles

headless

thunderstorm

journal

sun

clock

sacrifice

moth

aged

catacomb

ancestral

fissure

tentacle

cairn

swamp

statue

vail (NOT veil or vale!)

precipice

impaled

cage

rotten

sunrise

immolation

prisoner

peak

coward

delirium

carved

garden

mandible

(and as always) All Hallows' Eve

[atths--twice]

Adding to the Fund

Working in a restaurant can be stressful and tiring, but it can also lead to a relationship that was not expected.

Fictober Day 14

Prompt- That's all? Easy.

Sunrise and Sunset, the restaurant on Baker Street was packed. Sundays were always busy, and sometimes stressful, but thankfully the patrons tipped better on those days. 

Well, some of them, Dana Scully thought, rolling her eyes as she picked up the tip from table nineteen. 

It had been a group of older women who had complained about nearly everything: the amount of ice in their glasses of water, the lack of a butter substitute, the temperature of the coffee, and their meals- all for different reasons. 

“Young lady,” one of the women had said, crooking her finger at Dana to come closer. “This bread is far too toasted. I can’t eat this. Take it back and bring me a new sandwich.” 

She had taken the sandwich to the back, swearing as she replaced only the top slice of toasted bread. Waiting a minute to calm down, she had smiled as she brought it back to the woman. 

“Hope this is okay,” she had said and the woman only hummed in reply, her eyebrows raised. 

But she ate everything on the plate, didn’t she? Dana thought, shaking her head. 

Bringing the dishes to the back, she sighed as she added the receipt to the paperwork for the day. 

“Any tip from that party?” a voice asked and she turned to look at Fox Mulder, a fellow worker, his arms laden with plates. 

“Yeah. Two whole dollars. On a sixty eight dollar tab, I might add. Oh, and they also left me a note.” 

“To join them at their church?” he asked, shuddering as he set the plates down. 

“Not this time, no,” she laughed, knowing how often it did happen on a Sunday. “Here.” She handed him the note and he read it out loud. 

“My grandson works in a law firm. He’s very busy and finds looking for a girlfriend to be tedious. I’m sure he would enjoy your company, once he got to know you. 574-1296.” He looked at her, his eyes wide. “Oh, well this one deserves to go up on the board.” 

“No, Fox,” she said, trying to take it from him. 

“Why not?” he asked, holding it out of her reach. “You're not going to call him are you?” His mouth dropped open in mock horror and she shook her head. 

“Not for many reasons, but especially because with that many red flags, you know he’s a douchebag of a person.” 

“Then why? You have others up there. And so do I.” He pointed to the bulletin board on the wall where notes from patrons were kept, especially when they were particularly cringy or funny. “I think this one could make it to the top.” 

“No,” she said, stepping closer to him to take the note out of his hand. “This one just… it makes me feel… I don’t like it. I don’t like thinking that they could treat me shitty the entire time they were here and then suggest I call their grandson, who finds dating tedious. Like I deserve less than from a man who is apparently better than me. It’s gross.” 

“It is. I’m sorry I joked about it,” he said and she nodded as she tore up the obnoxious note and threw it away. 

“There. Gone. Reset,” she said, letting out a deep breath. “Their two dollars will gladly join the Dana Scully eats tonight fund.” He smiled and she smiled back. 

“Fox! Tables twelve and fifteen, orders up. Look alive,” Raul, the head cook called out. 

“Coming,” Fox called back and Dana walked with him. He gave her a confused look and she smiled. 

“I’m heading back out. I’ll help you then see to my tables.” 

“Thanks. I appreciate it,” he said, picking up the plates and lining them up his arm. “I’ve got fifteen. You’ll like twelve better.” 

“Okay,” she laughed, setting the plates along her arm as well and carrying the last plate in her hand. 

At the door, he nodded for her to go first and she smiled her thanks. 

When she was walking to table twelve, she saw why he had given it to her. There was a chubby, bald headed baby sitting in a high chair biting on a plastic toy and a little boy who was drawing on the back of the kids menu. 

“Hello, I’m Dana,” she said as she stood at the table. “Fox was busy so I offered to help him out. Who had the ham and cheese omelet?” 

“Right here,” the husband said, reaching for the plate. “My wife has the French toast and Davy here has the pancakes and bacon.” 

“Perfect. Here you all go,” she said, setting their plates down. She smiled at the boy who looked up at her and kept staring, his green eyes wide. 

“You look like Ariel,” he said in awe. 

“Oh!” she said in surprise. 

“I’m so sorry,” his dad said quickly. “Davy, you don’t just-”

“That’s okay,” Dana said, smiling at Davy. 

“But Ariel’s hair is down, not up,” Davy said. “But it’s red like yours. Do you have blue eyes?” 

“Davy!” his mom admonished him, but Dana only laughed. She squatted down beside him, smiling as she looked at him. 

“Well?” she asked and he leaned forward, looking into her eyes and smiling. 

“You do,” he whispered. “Are you a mermaid?” 

“Not at the moment, because I’m in a restaurant,” she whispered back. “But when I get into the water…” Her eyes widened and then she winked. 

“Like magic?” 

“Like magic,” she nodded and Davy’s smile grew. “But you can’t tell anyone except your mom and dad, promise?” 

“Promise,” he said, nodding emphatically. 

“Will you do the special mermaid handshake to bind the promise and keep my secret safe?” 

“Yes! Yes, I will!” He clapped excitedly and Dana smiled. 

“Okay. So, we do it like this.” 

She took his hand and shook it, then locked their fingers together, thumbs pointing up, then released his hand, waving her fingers up and down like a mermaid tail swimming away. 

“Show me again,” he whispered and she smiled, taking his small hand into hers again, perfecting the handshake before leaving their table to check on her own section. 

Back in the kitchen with her next set of orders, she smiled at Fox who nodded with a wink. 

At her break, she stepped outside behind the restaurant, needing a moment of fresh air. Standing in the sunshine, her head tilted back and her eyes closed, she heard the door open and close. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey yourself,” she said and Fox chuckled as he came to stand beside her. She opened her eyes and he smiled at her. “Thank you for giving me that table earlier. It’s just what I needed after-”

“Two bucks, Betty?” 

“Exactly,” she said with a laugh. 

“Good. I’m glad it helped.” 

“The little boy thought I looked like Ariel.” 

“Hmm,” Fox hummed, staring into her eyes. “He’s not wrong. But you’re much prettier.” 

“Because I’m not an animated drawing?” she teased and he laughed, his fingers brushing against hers before locking together loosely, causing her heart rate to increase. 

“That and you just are.” 

“Okay.”

“I really wanna kiss you,” he whispered, his grip on her fingers tightening slightly. 

“After you didn’t last night, which was a huge mistake by the way-” 

“I agree completely,” he said, nodding his head vigorously. “I… I hesitated too long.” 

“You did,” she agreed. 

“I was nervous. I thought maybe it was just me who was feeling…” He stopped talking when she smiled and shook her head. She squeezed his fingers, interlocking their hands further. 

“It’s not just you,” she admitted and he exhaled as he nodded. “I thought being in a group setting like we were, would help me loosen up enough to at least ask you to dance.”

“Which it did.” 

“Well, the alcohol definitely helped with that,” she said with a laugh. 

“That’s all it takes?” he teased. 

“Easy,” she warned and he laughed, both of them then falling silent. 

“I thought you said you wanted to kiss me,” she said quietly and he drew in a deep breath. 

“I do. Very much.” 

“Well, my break will be over soon and so will yours. You might-”

His lips touched hers softly, then more firmly as their kiss deepened. He let go of her hand and placed it onto the back of her neck, holding her close. She moaned as she wound her arms around his neck, her heart pounding. 

“Hmm,” she hummed when they broke from the kiss, his forehead pressed gently against hers. “That was good.” 

“It was,” he said with a quiet chuckle and she smiled. 

They sat down at the picnic table bench provided for employees to use during their breaks, talking and kissing until their break was over. 

Taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet, kissed her one more time, and walked to the door. 

“Oh,” he said, reaching into his pocket. “The family with the little boy asked me to give this to you.” He handed her the kids menu that had been folded into a small square. “I’m sure this one will be better than the one you got earlier.” 

She smiled as she opened it and then gasped when she found ten dollars inside. 

“Oh,” he said in delighted surprise as she began to read the note that was written in blue crayon. 

“Thank you for showing me the special mermaid handshake. I won’t tell anyone your secret. I hope I can see you again some time. Love, Davy. P.S. I’m four and a half. Oh, isn’t that just…?” She sniffled, blinking back tears as she read it to herself again. 

“A much better note,” he said and she laughed softly, tracing her fingers over the drawing of a mermaid that Davy had made. She had big blue eyes and red hair drawn in a similar style to Dana’s. 

“An incredibly kind note,” she replied, folding it back up, with the money inside, and placing it into her pocket. 

“And the money adds to the Dana Scully eats tonight fund,” he said and she shook her head. 

“No, this money will go into a different fund.” 

“Which fund is that?” he asked as they walked inside and put on their aprons. 

“The… Dating Fox Mulder fund?” she asked tentatively and he paused as he was tying the strings of the apron behind his back. Grinning, he nodded as he finished the task. 

“Only if it can be combined with the one I already have.” 

“Which is that?” she asked, tying her own strings. 

“The Just ask her out already fund,” he said with a grin. 

She laughed loudly, covering her mouth and looking around, but no one had noticed. 

“Yes,” she agreed, stepping close and squeezing his hand. “We can combine them.” 

“Good,” he said, squeezing back. “And it will be my treat tonight because I’ve got quite a bit in there. It pays to be somewhat of a nervous coward.” 

She laughed and shook her head, walking beside him to the kitchen, as his hand rubbed gently at the small of her back. 

[haus-of-wu-ao3]

fictober 2024 - day 4: no, we're not doing that

summary:

they say it takes a village to raise a child. nobody’s said anything about how many more people it takes to raise a vampire. let alone one that has additional gifts. in which hyukjae learns that taemin can fly.

rating: teen and up audiences; no archive warnings apply

relationship: lee hyukjae | eunhyuk & lee taemin

genre: magical realism, vignette

content warnings: none

miscellaneous ao3 tags:

vampires

[philcoulson-redtapeninja]

Sending hugs always!

🌹🌹🌹

Please and thank you!

Jerry might get pissy when Don showed up at his office, but Don had to talk to him. Don wouldn't exactly call Jerry a friend, but he liked the guy too much not to give him an out.

As predicted, Jerry started hissing and spitting as soon as Don walked in the door. "What are you-? I work here, Don. I told you never to come- What gives you the right-"

[randomfoggytiger]

Fictober 2023: Week 1

First Fictober, first week!

*****

Day 1 - 7

"The Dead Are Everywhere, Scully"

Mulder and Scully reunite in the afterlife, two skeletons dancing in the rain and the mud.

"Regardless of His Actions Last Night"

Queequeg, alive and savage, joins Scully on her Chinga vacation.

"As Agent Mulder Says, There Are Many Different Kinds of Vampires" Part I

Scully's faith seemingly rejects her after Ronnie Strickland turns Mulder and her into vampires.

"Time Passing in Moments"

Post FTF Scully brings her Halloween to Mulder, determined to give him a break while they wait and wait and wait for OPR. Much banter is had, very fun and meaningful.

"As Agent Mulder Says, There Are Many Different Kinds of Vampires" Part II

Mulder encourages Scully to not give up on her faith, both of them choosing to face potential death together as they reenter her church.

"There's Something Up There Mulder"

Scully realizes that Tooms is likely a distant relation of the Gender Bender Brethren (Amish hats, yes.)

"I Wonder If You Think It's Safe Enough to Indulge Yourself"

Metaphorical similarities between Mulder's supposed red-green colorblindness (which I maintain he does not have) and how burning Phoebe Green destroyed while cauterizing Scully healed.

*****

Trivia

Title References

Day 1, Mulder's quote to Scully in Hollywood A.D.

Day 2, Clyde Bruckman's quote in his letter to Scully

Day 3/Day 5, Scully's quote to Sheriff Hartwell in Bad Blood

Day 4, Scully's journal entry in Memento Mori

Day 6, Scully's quote to Mulder in Gender Bender

Day 7, Phoebe's quote to Mulder before they dance in Fire

*****

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

[captainderyn]

If anyone wants to know how the Fictober ideas are coming along

[summersnow82]

Demon Night on the Town

Fanfiction_Yu Yu Hakusho

Fictober 2023_Prompt 25: “Do I look like I knew that?”

Author's note: I'm not even sorry. I had way too much fun with this.

...

The three demons had been lurking outside the ramen shop for hours. Yusuke didn’t know what was keeping them outside, but he figured sooner or later they’d make up their mind.

The bell on the door told him it was sooner.

“Getting ready to close up, fellas, but I’ve still got some ramen if you’re hungry.” Yusuke didn’t look up as he spoke. There was a particularly tough stain on the counter, and it currently had his full attention.

“Oh, we’re hungry, all right,” one chuckled. “Hungry for human flesh.”

Yusuke raised his brown eyes to meet the demon’s blood red ones. He bit back a grin as the demon jumped back in surprise. “Wha...he’s old! Dude, you didn’t say he was old!”

“Do I look like I knew that?” This from a blue demon sporting a mohawk. Yusuke had never understood that hairstyle, even when he was young. Too much upkeep, too much product. He looked back at Yusuke in disgust. “You’re the great Urameshi?”

Yusuke shrugged. “Depends on who you ask, I suppose. So, ramen?” The three demons stared at him as if he’d sprouted another head.

“Hey, Dad, I’m done in the back.” A tall, slim woman pushed back a curtain that separated the back room from the shop. She stopped for a moment, taking in the demons standing at the front of the shop. “Dad?”

“They’re deciding if they want ramen or human flesh,” he replied dryly, turning his attention back to the stain. He’d have to ask Keiko what she used on stains when she got back from visiting their son.

The red eyed demon chuckled again, moving further into the store. His eyes were locked on the woman, his lips curled back in a snide sneer. “Think the night just got better, boys.”

The third demon, the one closest to the door, sighed. “Greg, c’mon. You said we were going to have a fun night in the human realm. I thought you meant boba tea and karaoke.”

“We have the chance to take out the Great Urameshi and his daughter, and you want boba tea?” The mohawk demon asked.

The third demon shrugged. “Yeah. It’s delightful. But since we’re here,” he nodded in Yusuke’s direction, “that ramen smells amazing.”

“One ramen coming up,” Yusuke said, leaving the stain for a later time.

Mohawk demon thrust a thumb at his boba-loving companion. “Lloyd, why’d you bring him?”

“He’s dating my sister. I told you,” the red-eyed demon hissed, still leering at the woman. “What’s your name, honey?”

The woman’s lips curled into a low, slow smile. She’d been told by many monsters – demon and human alike – that she had her father’s smile. Those closest to her knew she had more than his smile. “Rei. After my father’s Rei Gun.” She raised her arms in the same iconic position her father had used for years, and pointed at the leering demon. “What’s yours, honey?”

[imjustwritingg]

get me with those green eyes, baby

Happy Tuesday! No Hockey Jay today, but here is the second fic in my Fictober series for you. This one is a fun little spin on how Upstead meet for the first time.

Hope you enjoy it! 🥰

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[powerpayback]

forgotten character lore/fun fact: emery having a ‘codename’/alias of sorts in the form of “mercury” has been a part of his character basically since his creation

but when magni was originally created, he also was supposed to have a similar, sorta matching codename! originally they were mercury and magnesium, but obv one is much more catchy than the other

[pepsiwriteswords]

yo ik camp nano is ages away yet but

!!!!!

collab with sister to Finally really work on nephew wip - in graphic novel form!

!!!!!!

[yourbestbuddie]

Fictober — Day One - ORIGINAL WORK

<< I thought I’d join this year to get me in the mood for daily writing. I’ll probably go in between fandom and original works. >>

Prompt— “it’s not too late, let’s go.”

TW: Character Death, mentions of blood, mentioned gore, decapitation

“It’s not too late,” a voice said behind him. Oliver turned to see Casper, standing over him. The look of panic that had crossed his face not but twenty minutes before remained, set in stone. Only this time there were splatters of blood covering the left side of his tanned face. “Let’s go. Please. We can get out of here. Winnie dragged Theo out, I saw them. We can get out too.” Casper’s words came out in a choked fashion, and Oliver’s mind was blank for only a few seconds before they registered.

Winnie and Theo. Only Winnie and Theo.

“Cas, you forgot Max and Isabel. Where are they?” Oliver asked. He tried to get to his feet, but swayed and would’ve fallen if Casper hadn’t grabbed him.

“Ollie…. You don’t remember?”

“Cas,” Oliver responded, his words shooting venom. Casper’s eyes were watery, shining with tears that had yet to fall. Oliver gripped Casper’s upper arms with a certain intensity. He needed what Casper was going to say to not be true. “Cas, where did they go? They got out. They got out, I need them to have gotten out.”

“Ollie, I--” Casper looked away, emotion taking over the panicked look on his face. “Ollie, please we need to get out of here.”

“No, no, no.” Oliver shook his head, mostly mumbling to himself. The library didn’t even look like a library anymore. The shelves and books were but piles of lumber and scattered scraps of paper. This had once been Oliver’s favorite place. He was standing where their tutoring sessions had once been-- three days a week which Oliver had originally been so distraught by the thought of. “Where are they?”

“Ollie, this isn’t my blood.” Casper’s words held a whole new meaning that Oliver didn’t want to figure out, but knew in an instant.

“No.” Oliver hadn’t meant for it to come out sounding as a strangled gasp, but it had. Max couldn’t be dead, he just couldn’t. Oliver shook his head and pushed himself from Casper’s grasp. He stumbled away as Casper tried to grab him again, crying out in a warning. Oliver didn’t care. He didn’t care if the Thing was still alive, if it was still lurking in the shadows of the broken library.

Oliver climbed through the piles of rubble. He’d never been the biggest fan of books, especially the ones he’d been forced to read in AP Lang and Lit. There were plenty of people who were enjoyers of the older fiction, who read them and defended them, but Oliver wasn’t one of them. However, seeing the distorted remainders of these books on the floor struck him in a painful way.

He scanned the area, looking for the pale freckled face of his best friend. Or a head covered in smooth black hair. Anything that would give him any indication of where his friend was.

Halfway across the space it dawned on him that he hadn’t just lost his friend, but Cas had lost his sister. His twin, no less.

He felt sick to his stomach. The same feeling that he’d gotten when he and Max had witnessed the police lifting Josh Hankin’s body from the depths of the quarry and when he’d seen Benny Harrison’s head fall from that washing machine in the Laundromat. It was a terrible feeling. He remembered Sammy Patterson telling him about that same feeling during their tutoring sessions the previous fall, when he’d discovered his own friend’s body.

It didn’t cross his mind, why Casper wasn’t following him.

Then he tripped, ripping his thoughts from his brain as he tumbled, floor bound.

He pushed himself up, and then froze, when his gaze met the deep brown eyes of his friend’s. Except this gaze was cold, empty. Lifeless.

It was then that Oliver went mute, screaming, crying out, but no sound was heard. It was like when he turned on the TV but kept it on mute, because all he wanted was something to have on in the background, but not a distraction.

He scrambled to his feet and ran to where his friend laid. Isabell was nowhere to be seen and a memory started to poke through from earlier in the day, one that he’d briefly forgotten after being knocked out a few minutes before. A cold breeze, a cloudless sky, an almost empty field, and a pile of forget-me-nots, enough to cover a body.

He shoved the thought from his mind as he collapsed next to Max, taking him up in his arms and sobbing as he clutched the body to his chest. He couldn’t remember crying this hard before. He doesn’t think he’d like to again. It was painful, if he was crying enough to not make any sound.

He didn’t like silence, but it engulfed him as he sat in the corner of the library, completely unaware of his surroundings.

He was crying so hard that the tears blurred his vision. So he shut his eyes.

Crying would be his downfall.

He died in the place that had once been his favorite, surrounded in silence, and clutching the body of his best friend.

He should’ve listened when Casper told him to leave.

These are my OCs in a story that I have like 25K words for so far, so I think fictober will help me write more of them (:

[atths--twice]

House Rules

Christmas day spent drinking and playing a childhood game, is a recipe for a good time.

Fictober day 10

Prompt- Fine. Explain it to me.

Hope you enjoy this one. I love the picture it has created in my head.

Christmas 2009

“You absolute cheat!” Mulder heard Scully shout from the dining room, followed by laughter. He frowned as he finished pouring a cup of coffee, wondering what she was yelling about, and left the kitchen. 

Scully and Charlie, along with Kyle and Glen, two friends of his from the Navy who had tagged along for Christmas, were sitting at the far end of Mrs. Scully’s dining room table, a deck of playing cards between them.

“Okay, it’s my deal now,” Charlie said, gathering the cards and shuffling them.

“I’ve got my eye on you, little brother.” 

“Watch all you want. You know I’m better at this game than you and you’re just mad about it. I’m not scared of you. I’m bigger than you, although that wasn’t a difficult task to achieve.” He pumped his eyebrows and she punched him on the arm. “Jesus, Dana.” 

“Thought you weren’t scared of me,” she said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at him. 

“I’m not. I just forgot how hard you can hit. God,” he said, rubbing his arm with a frown. 

“Now next time you won’t forget. Deal,” she said and Charlie narrowed his eyes at her as he began dealing the cards. 

“Oh, that coffee looks good,” Mrs. Scully said as she walked over to Mulder, leaving the group of church folk with whom she had been speaking. “I think I could really do with a caffeine boost.” 

“Here, take this one. I haven’t added anything to it or had a drink of it yet.” 

“Oh no, Fox. That’s okay.” 

“Take it,” he insisted, handing it to her and nodding. “I’ll get another cup.” 

“Oh!” Scully shouted and then put a hand on her mouth, Glen watching her. 

“What are they playing?” Mulder asked Mrs. Scully and she laughed as she turned to watch them. 

“Oh… they’re playing a game they made up when they were younger. I’ve never played it, but I’ve had to separate many games that became too… complicated. Yeah,  I’m gonna go with complicated.” She smiled at him and he raised his eyebrows in question. “Let’s just say, you’ve chosen to love a very stubborn and competitive woman.” 

He laughed loudly and Scully turned her head to look at him, but then quickly turned her attention back to the game. 

“Oh, you don’t need to tell me that,” he said, still chuckling. “We’ve played some… complicated games ourselves over the years.” 

“Yes, but with yours, I’m sure it didn’t lead to physical fights or calling insults at one another,” Mrs. Scully said. “There was a lot of that in our house at times, but with that game… it cranked it up to a new level.”

“Big personalities tend to do that,” he said and she nodded. “You want me to get you anything for your coffee?” She smiled at him and patted his hand. 

“No, thank you. I’ll go and do it and get you a cup as well. Why don’t you go and see if they’ll include you in the game?” 

“Okay,” he agreed. “But first, I’m going to need some more fudge.” 

He filled a small plate with fudge and other baked treats then made his way to the other end of the table. Sitting down beside Scully, he watched the nearly silent game being played as he ate a peppermint cookie. 

From what he could understand, a card was either drawn from the main deck or the discarded pile created by the players, which were placed face down. It was fast paced and he was mesmerized by what the end goal would be. 

Scully suddenly drew in a sharp breath and Charlie laughed quietly, his eyebrows raised. Mulder tried to look at the cards in her hands, but she held them too close. 

She put down a card and Kyle took it, pausing before he added a different card to the discard pile. Glen took one from the stack and then discarded a different card. Charlie took Glen’s card and then put it back, not being the one he wanted. Scully drew from the pile and discarded a different card quickly. 

Kyle picked up her card and then slapped all of his cards down onto the table. Mulder looked at Scully in confusion, but she had eyes only for the game, watching Glen and Charlie intently. 

Two more times around, the stack of cards nearly depleted, Glen was the next to lay down his cards. And then it was down to Scully and Charlie. 

He grinned at her and she exhaled slowly, leaning forward and narrowing her eyes at him. He drew a card and added it to his hand. Shuffling through his cards, he took his time choosing his discard. 

Now Scully exhaled in irritation and Charlie’s smile grew. He put his discard down slowly and she snatched it quickly. A second later, her cards joined Kyle’s and Glen’s on the table. 

“Now who’s better?!” she shouted and Glen and Kyle laughed. 

“You won once,” Charlie said, gathering the cards again. “Don’t get cocky and be a sore winner.” 

“I beat you. That’s all that matters.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Your deal,” he said, pushing the cards to her and rolling his eyes with a smile. 

“Hang on,” Mulder said, leaning forward. “What exactly is this game?” 

“FUGOC,” they all responded and his eyes widened. 

“Excuse me?” 

“FUGOC. It’s an acronym,” Scully said as she shuffled. 

“I figured,” Mulder said with a chuckle. 

“We had to call it that as kids because it stands for-fucked up game of cards,” Scully said, turning her head to look at him, the smile on her face vanishing nearly immediately. 

“Dana Katherine Scully,” Mrs. Scully said as she set the cup of coffee she had promised to Mulder onto the table. “On Christmas Day? Please watch your language.” 

“Watch my language? I’m forty three years old, Mom,” Scully said as Charlie clucked his tongue in mock disappointment and the others laughed. 

“And the day doesn’t really matter as she says that word all the time,” Mulder said, looking at Mrs. Scully and shaking his head as he heard Scully’s gasp of disbelief. “I keep trying to break her of the habit but…” He sighed dramatically. “Maybe this year my Christmas wish will come true.” 

“You're lucky I don’t punch you,” Scully said as everyone laughed again. He looked at her and grinned, while she stared at him with hard eyes. 

“Let’s just keep the f words to a minimum, please,” Mrs. Scully said. “We have guests here and Father McCue is coming over in a bit and I don’t want him hearing any of that.” 

“Oh, I’m sure he hears much worse when he is in confession,” Charlie said. “People spilling their darkest secrets… Come to think of it, do we have any rum? I know Father McCue is partial to it. If we got him drunk, maybe he’d tell us some of them.” 

“Getting a priest drunk? Suggesting he break his seal of sacrament? That’s definitely worse than saying fu-” Scully said, feigning horror at Charlie’s suggestion. 

“I agree,” Mrs. Scully interrupted, putting her hand up. “Charles William Scully, I’m surprised at you.” 

“Are you really, Mom?” he teased, raising his eyebrows, and even Mrs. Scully had to laugh. 

“Just… try to act like the adults you claim to be,” Mrs. Scully said and walked away, shaking her head as she went to rejoin the other party guests. 

“So, what is FUGOC?” Mulder asked and Scully scoffed as she shuffled the cards again. 

“You want to learn how to play after the way you tattled on me to my mother? I don’t think so. Not without some kind of an apology. Or your coffee.” 

“That’s the second cup I’ll be giving up in the past ten minutes,” he muttered, sliding the cup over to her. “And fine… I’m sorry I snitched on you. Now, explain it to me.” 

“FUGOC,” Charlie said, stealing what was now Scully’s cup of coffee and taking a large drink. “God, that’s good. Mom’s Christmas coffee is the best.” 

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Mulder and Scully said simultaneously. 

“Whoa, that was spooky,” Kyle said and Mulder grinned, bumping his leg into Scully’s. 

“Yeah, we’ve heard that before,” he said and Scully chuckled softly. 

“Anyway,” Charlie went on. “One day when it was pouring buckets outside, we had nothing else to do and so we made up this game.” 

“And after we came up with it, and we explained it to Bill, he said that’s one fucked up game of cards and it stuck. But of course we couldn’t call it that, so we decided on the acronym,” Scully said, looking at Mulder. 

“Go on. Tell me how to play.” 

“It’s sort of a combination of Go Fish and Old Maid, but there’s no talking. We don’t ask for cards and everything is up to chance as you never see the card you’re choosing until it’s in your hands,” Scully explained.  

“Okay,” Mulder said with a nod. “So the first one with all their cards matched wins?” 

“If you don’t have the old maid card,” Charlie said. 

“Which is which card?” 

“That’s the fun part-”

“The challenging part,” Glen interrupted and Kyle nodded. 

“Why?” Mulder asked. 

“Because it’s different every time,” Scully said with a grin. “The person dealing the cards decides before the deal which card it will be and which suit. They tap the table twice when they are ready and then they deal the cards.” 

“And they don’t change it?” 

“They aren’t supposed to,” Scully said, glancing at Charlie. “But that’s what you have to trust. And you have to try and figure it out by certain gestures they do, sort of like a pitcher and catcher with the signs they use for pitches.” 

“Oh… that’s… I like that,” Mulder said with intrigue and she smiled. 

“I knew you would.” 

“Okay, so… you’re dealt the cards and you simultaneously have to watch the dealer for clues about which old maid card to be on the lookout for and try to match up the cards that are in your hand?” Mulder asked and Scully nodded. “Does everyone know the signs and signals?” 

“Yeah, it’s a certain set of signs that everyone learns when they play the game.” 

“Okay. Show me. Play a round or two. Then deal me in.” 

Two hours and many glasses of alcohol later, Mrs. Scully came over again to ask them to keep it down. 

“Mother,” Charlie said, raising his glass of whiskey to Mrs. Scully. “A toast to you, this fine Christmas Day. You are truly the embodiment of the Christmas spirit and I appreciate you.” 

“Hear, hear!” Scully said, raising her own glass, her cheeks pink and her eyes glassy. 

“Charlie,” Mrs. Scully said, shaking her head and trying not to laugh. “Can you all just quiet down a little bit? Please?” 

“Oh posh and pish,” Charlie said affecting an English accent. “We shall continue to celebrate the day, Mother.” 

“God,” she said as she walked away and everyone at the table, save for Mulder, who had remained sober for the evening, burst into uproarious laughter. 

The card game was abandoned and instead they caught up, laughing and drinking until it was time to go. 

“Goodbye, little brother,” Scully said, hugging Charlie for a long time as they stood in the foyer of the house. “It’s so good to see you. Please tell Renee I said hello and hope to see her next time, but I understand her wanting to see her own family.” 

“I will sis,” he said, pulling back and smiling at her. “Love you.” 

“Love you too,” she said, swaying as she stepped back. “Oh, I… am drunk.” 

“That you are,” Mulder agreed, laughing as he put a hand out to catch her, holding her steady. “It was good to meet you, Charlie. Hope to see you again soon.” 

“You too, Mulder. Make sure she’s okay. That Irish whiskey really gets on top of you.” 

“Will do. Goodnight and goodbye.” 

“Goodbye,” Charlie said, smiling as he closed the door behind them. 

“Come on, Scully. Let’s get you home.” 

The next morning, hungover and swearing she would never drink again, Scully laid on the couch. As she slowly sipped on a can of warm ginger ale, Mulder practiced the gestures he had learned in order to play FUGOC. He wanted to be ready to challenge Scully to a game. 

As soon as she was no longer groaning, repeatedly stating that her very eyeballs were aching, and cursing the person who first discovered alcohol, it would be the first thing he asked. 

[lovebugism]

fictober idea (if ure up for smut): eddie & reader go to a haunted house. eddie, obviously, gets a boner bc hes a weirdo. reader notices & begs to touch him right here, right now even tho theyve never done anything in public before. so, eddie finds a place to *kinda* hide & reader gets him off, but ofc, eddie cant let reader go without cumming as well.

thanks for requesting :D — eddie gets turned on protecting you at a haunted house, and you obv have to reward him for it (smut 18+, 1.5k)

fictober leftovers (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie’s been called a freak his whole life. He knew he was different since he could understand what being different meant, and if that made him a weirdo, then so be it. But now he thinks everyone might’ve been right about him. He’s a complete, utter, and total freak.

He walks with you through a haunted house, surrounded by creepy masks and fake blood and your screams, and he’s hard. His dick’s as stiff as a rock and throbbing with a distant ache when most people are scared out of their minds.

It’s all your fault, honestly. You’re clinging to him with an ironclad grip and using him as a shield every time something jumps out at you. Eddie can’t even be scared with you because all he can think about is how masculine he feels protecting you like this. Metalhead freaks like him never get to feel this way — all manly and muscly and brave.

And even though it’s hard to walk while adjusting his pants every five steps, Eddie thinks he’s hiding it pretty well. Well, he was, anyway. Until your ass brushes against his lap, and you clock him immediately.

Trapped in a secluded area of the haunted house, lit up red and blaring the Halloween theme song, you spin around to face him. “Are you hard?” you ask him over the music, face twisted in confusion. You’re not weirded out by it exactly, just genuinely puzzled.

Eddie freezes, chocolate eyes wide. He plays coy despite being caught red-handed. “No.”

You shoot him a deadpanned look, brows raised as you peer at him through your lashes.

He caves. “…Yes.”

“Does scary shit turn you on?” you wonder, laughing softly.

“No!” he responds with a dramatic drawl, sounding more offended than he should be. He is standing rock-hard in the middle of a haunted house, after all. He shifts his weight on his feet and stammers for an answer. “I just… I like being able to protect you and… everything.”

“Aw…” you hum, melting into a puddle at his feet. “That’s kinda sweet, actually.”

Eddie’s visibly surprised by your response. He was prepared to get made fun of at best — slapped and dumped entirely at worst. But here you are, all but admiring how much of a freak your boyfriend is.

“Wait, really?”

You shrug. “Yeah. Especially considering last Halloween, the guy I was dating left me behind at a haunted house.”

“Pussy…” Eddie grumbles under his breath.

“Exactly,” you giggle. “So this is definitely an upgrade.”

Your palms smooth up his chest and over his shoulders. Your fingers entwine behind his neck, halfway embracing him in the middle of the haunt. His hands settle warm and wide on your sides. He squeezes you gently there and lets out a sigh of relief.

“I’m just glad you don’t think I’m a total freak,” he confesses with a forced chuckle. 

“Oh, I definitely think you’re a freak,” you retort in a monotone, then flash him a sickly sweet smile. “I’m just too obsessed with you to care.”

Eddie nods and tries not to smile too wide when you lean in to kiss him. “Noted,” he murmurs.

You do a whole lot more than just kiss him, though. You open his mouth with your own and lick inside with a confident tongue. You take the breath from his lungs with little effort, leaving him more breathless than he has been all night.

“Wanna suck you off,” you murmur, slurred and muffled against his mouth.

He jerks away from you on instinct. He couldn’t hide his shock if he tried. “Huh?” he wonders in a tone that borders on cartoonish. His soft features twist in confusion.

“I need your cock in my mouth like I need to breathe,” you confess with an unabashed groan.

Maybe he wasn’t the freak after all. Maybe this whole time, it was you.

“Well, that’sa tad bit dramatic, but—” You cut off his teasing by fussing with the buckle of his belt. His eyes widen in shock, but he doesn’t try to stop you. “Whoa. Okay. This is… This is great and everything, babe, but there’s— there’s people around. Someone could walk in.”

You look to your left, then to your right. There’s no one here but you and Eddie in this small square room, filled with a fiery red like the warmth swirling in your belly. You blink at him with doe eyes and shrug innocently. “I don’t see anyone.”

Eddie breathes out a laugh, one mixed with amusement and disbelief. “I just don’t wanna us to get caught, babe,” he tells you, smoothing wide palms up and down your arms. “Don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Do you want a blowjob or not?”

“Well, yeah, but I—”

“Good,” you hum with a smile before sinking to your knees in front of him.

Eddie’s too stunned to stop you. He doesn’t want to stop you.

Bathed in a sinful neon red, you unbutton his pants and free his half-hard cock from the confines of his jeans. You tug at the hem of his underwear until his heavy balls hang over the plaid fabric. 

“Shit,” he mutters when you press a sweet kiss to his weeping tip. He bites back a moan when you swirl your tongue around the bulbous strawberry head. “Shit— you’re so fucking hot.”

You worship his cock like it’s not just some random Tuesday in the middle of a haunted house. You don’t mean to, really, but he’s making such pretty noises for you — little puffs of tiny breaths and small whines he tries desperately to hide from you. 

His thighs twitch every time you run your tongue over the veins on the underside of him, going slow to feel the rapid pulse there. His fingers crawl in your hair, palms settling on your temples — not pushing you or pulling you away, just holding you as you suck gently at his aching cock.

His pink lips are parted, airing out little moans of ecstasy. His chocolate eyes are dark and glazed over in a honeyed look. His hair hangs over his face, wild and desperate to be pulled.

You let his tip linger in your mouth, drool pooling around him and soaking his twitching cock. The feeling makes him moan — a deep, hearty sound that stems from his chest. 

When his lolling head drops back, you take him in your fist. You don’t bother to work him up to a rapid pace. Using the lubrication of your spit, you jerk him with an expert hand and lick away the pearly beads of pre-cum he leaks for you.

“Ah, shit,” he groans, eyes rolled back before he squeezes them shut. “Oh, fuck, babe—”

You’re already opening your mouth for his cum before he can warn you it’s coming. You know him too well. You notice all the telltale signs before you think he does — the whimpers, the shaking thighs, the rambled moans, the way his balls draw slightly upward. You’re ready to accept his warm, salty loads the second he gives them to you. 

Eddie cups your warm cheek with a ringed hand. He tries to tell you he’s cumming, but his whines get in the way. He grunts quietly, tilting his head backward and holding tightly to you as cum pulses weakly from his slit. 

The tang dribbles over your tongue and mouth. You take it all with ease. You make a big show of it, too — lolling your tongue out of your mouth and letting his cum drip onto the softening pudge of his head. Eddie’s whole body twitches when you take his sensitive cock in your mouth again to swallow it down, like a goddamn lightning strike up his spine.

“How’d I—” His voice is hoarse, so he has to stop and clear his throat. You smile, lips swollen and spit-slick, as you tuck his soft cock back into his jeans and button them again. His eyes are half-lidded and darkened when you rise to full height. “How’d I get so fucking lucky with you, huh?”

You make a vague I don’t know sound and shrug your shoulders with an innocent grin. You lean into his palm when he puts his ringed hands on your jaw. 

“Jesus fucking christ— you’re so pretty, baby— fuck.”

He’s just rambling now, still a bit dazed from his orgasm. He kisses you harder than anyone’s ever been kissed before, stealing the air from your lungs with ease. It’s like he’s amazed by his own adoration for you — the sheer intensity of it — the way it makes him stupid enough to let you suck his cock in a poorly hidden spot of a haunted house.

You don’t get caught, though. 

Not really, anyway.

There’s a security camera in front of the door you leave from. You make sure to give it a little wave on your way out.

Eddie holds your hand the entire way back to his van, opening the door for you like a total gentleman. It’s not the passenger side door, though, but rather the one in the very back. 

“What are you doing?” you wonder, all innocent like you still don’t have the taste of his cum in your mouth.

Eddie just grins at you, lopsided and pink and boyish. “Gotta return the favor, don’t I?”