#satellite fic

[kahluamystery97]

Satellite Masterlist

So it turns out I love reading all of your Y/N fics but I couldn't write one because Maggie felt so specific to me. I really picture her as a Margot Robbie sort. I hope you can get past that and enjoy this little story that was stuck in my brain and just had to come out.

TW : ED, SA, Attempted Self Harm

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

[maaxverstappen]

help me hold onto you | T | 9/13

f1driver!max and streamer!charles

The man—Charles, Max assumes—sounds French. He loves that. He should be used to a French accent, he was forced to converse with Pierre often enough, but it sounds different coming from Charles. More melodic. Almost similar to someone he used to know once. “And that made me think,” Charles says, voice bellowing from Max’s speakers. “That it was stupid that we didn't have carrots before. Like, come on, it's a farming game.” Max has no fucking idea what the hell he is on about.

or: Max is lonely and finds Charles streaming on Twitch.

based on this prompt sent to @f1prompts

[acaciapines]

i always forget how, like, raw, the opening of 17776 is....just the way you have to scroll for SO LONG, months and years passing by and nine's desperate loneliness and wanting and "i need you to know that i am getting good at being patient but i also need you to know that this is very hard." just. man. i dont think any other story has gripped me from the very start in this way. all the 'please answers.' how long it takes. god. god. 17776 i love you so much.

[randomfoggytiger]

Collector's Edition: Unseasoned Agents-- Early Love and Miraculous Do-Overs

(Dedicated to @doctor-caparty~)

Season 1 Mulder and Scully meet, fall in love, partner, marry, or parent in a variety of different ways, be it close enough to fudge canon or far enough to redo it.

Season 1 Canon Divergence

@swinging-stars-from-satellites/bravest_person_in_Wonderland's

never learned to read your mind (Tumblr) and Part 2

She'd said he's the only one she trusts; he wants to trust her, but he can't make sense of her.

"I'm here for you, Mulder, not aliens or conspiracies," she says quietly, her voice steely. "I wouldn't put myself on the line for anyone but you."

He whips around and stares at her in shock. They aren't even partners, and she insists that's how it should be. But he sometimes wonders where they would be if she'd stuck around.

Scully leaves after the events of Deep Throat, drifting back after her father's death before eventually becoming Mulder's go-to pathologist and ride-or-die contact.

Sukie Tawdry's The Way Things Are (1) and The Way Things Are (2)

"You missed a spot," Mulder said, pointing to a smudge of tomato sauce on the back of a dish.

"Thanks." She dunked the dinner plate back into the soapy water. This was truly bizarre--washing up after dinner like an old married couple. If she didn't dwell on the details of an unwilling father, unwed pregnancy and unpleasant abduction, she and Mulder could be almost normal.

Post Miracle Man Scully and Mulder fall into bed together-- against her (and his) better judgment-- after a stressful case; and can't escape the consequences of one inebriated night: namely, an ensuing, accidental pregnancy, Mulder's enemies creating havoc and indecision, and an undeniable romance hurtling at full speed.

@agentwhalesong/sadandangstyagent’s (Ao3) In Vino Veritas

“You don’t fully trust me yet,” she lets out in a low voice.

He seems caught by surprise by her words because he immediately looks back at her.

“Of course I do.”

"Prove it, then," she dares, although smiling a little.

“Just tell me how.”

S1 Mulder and Scully celebrate her birthday after another monster case; and uncover a few things about each other during a light-hearted game of 'Two Truths'.

herewebloodygo's making this off(ish)icial

Mulder was excited.

         Too excited. It was starting to worry Scully, that expression of his: the slightly too-wide grin, teetering on the verge of goofy, tongue tucked in the corner of his cheek. She didn’t let her eyes trace that smile further. Not when it meant dealing with Fox Mulder’s dimples. That, she’d learned the hard way, was a post-ten o’clock job. In a pinch, post-caffeine at the very least.

S1 Mulder surprises Scully with an office nameplate; and she surprises him by acting on her feelings.

IStanYouStan5676's Hungry

“Anything I want?” He responds immediately with an adorable smile.

“Within reason,” she teases and she sees a hint of surprise and embarrassment flash across his face.

“Lasagna.”

She cocks her head slightly.

“That was fast.”

“It was my favorite comfort food when I was a kid.” He shrugs.

S1 Scully surprises Mulder with two facts: that she can cook, and that she is inviting him to prove it.

SailorStarDust1 's Hear The Rain Fall

After a moment passed, she spoke in a muffled daze, “I don't know why I did that.” He startled at her being awake, but she turned slightly so he could notice her smile. “But...I like you, too.”

Long car rides, late nights, and a tired post Beyond the Sea Scully lead to broken down barriers, late night confessions, and more.

Season 1 AUs

Jessica Zyvarek Taylor's Waitress

"Are you still open?" He looked as if he was having the worst day of his life. And he was cute. Even if he had a girlfriend.

Pre-S1 parttime waitress Scully briefly meets Mulder while he is still in the clutches of one Phoebe Green.

@frangipanidownunder/Frangipanidownunder's A Different Kind of Pilot

“Excuse me,” the woman snaps. Scully stops. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there,” she says and looks beyond the glare of the agent, one Diana Fowley, according to her name badge, to see Fox Mulder skulking away, jacket over his shoulder, head down.

Pre-S1 Scully is investigating a virus strain uncovered by the X-Files team, disliking Diana and connecting with a discouraged Mulder.

Donna/donnah’s (Gossamer, mulderscreek) Short Encounters (Ao3)

They had spotted him and as always gave him as much space as possible, which meant nearly crushing the little redhead. He saw that and reached for her, moving in her direction. Might as well use his pariah status to protect her. She realized what he had done, even if she didn't understand it, and thanked him with her eyes. He nodded slightly, and a little stiffly. The elevator was unnaturally quiet, but it often was when he took it.

Pre-S1 Mulder and pathologist Scully meet after her detailed work helped break a case.

@thatgirlxf/Thatgirlxf's A Rebound Date (Tumblr)

Scully was just thinking that maybe it’s time for them to have talk and reevaluate their relationship. She is hoping Jack will show up soon as she didn’t have much time left of her lunch hour for she was due back at Quantico for an autopsy at one.

Pre-S1 Scully meets Mulder properly sometime after accidentally spilling coffee on him.

Trixie's (whispersofx, alt. whispersofx) Quissi

Containing a chuckle at the image, Mulder pulled his lower lip between his teeth, debating how much to tell her. “I’m just doing a little investigating independent of the Bureau,” he hedged, going for a half-truth....

Are we soul mates, or two people who just happen to have an above-average working relationship?

“And of me?” she countered, and he could =see= the raised eyebrow.

“Scully, you wound me. It’s not like that at all. If I didn’t want you to know about it, would I be talking to you right now?”

“Yes,” she answered, without missing a beat.

S1? Mulder and Scully work through the trauma caused by her ex-husband Jack Willis (along with her infertility and the responsibility and adoption of Willis's affair child.)

CaptainLyssa's To FBI or Not To FBI

“You own this place,” Scully stated, safe in the sudden knowledge.

Turning his back on the blond behind the bar, he requested, “Shh, don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret,” before suddenly asking, “did you drive here, Dr Scully?”

“It’s just Scully, Fox,” she tested his Christian name. It sounded…wrong somehow. In her mind Dana couldn’t get passed calling him Mulder.

“It’s just Mulder, Scully,” he returned....

Pre-S1 Scully, too short to qualify for the FBI, became an overworked ER doctor... and meets Mulder while they're both commiserating over their jobs. From a first meet at his establishment, they fall into an incredibly fast relationship that gets caught up with Melissa's sixth sense, Mulder's hospitalization, Diana's suspicious return, and Scully's unexpected pregnancy (that may or may not have to do with Mulder's mytharc genes.)

Erin M. Blair's (Ao3)

Key to My Heart

The day arrived when Mulder and Scully came to a final truth. They decided to exchange keys to their respective apartments.

S1 Mulder and Scully swap apartment keys... and more.

Trilogy 01 - The Meeting, Trilogy 02 - The Engagement, Trilogy 03 - The Announcement, Where's Mommy?, How's Katherine?, Tell Me A Story, Positively Yours, and Discovery Of A New Hope

"My brother is visiting, and he wants to meet you," Samantha replied. "Tonight."

"Really?"

"Right now, he works in the FBI but it's been slow lately," Samantha replied.

"Where at?"

"My mother's," Samantha answered.

Although Pre-S1 Scully and Mulder meet through Samantha, she is still assigned. and they still spend the next six years or so juggling an impending marriage, a growing family, a Duane Barry abduction and return, a Fight the Future adventure, and more.

Newfound Love

Samantha looked at her brother and threw herself at him in a trembling hug. "I lost her, Fox. I lost Dana." She paused. "First, I've lost you for most of my life and now I lost her. They are trying to..."0

S2 Samantha and Scully work on the files find Mulder-- who'd been abducted as a boy-- right under their noses. Or, more accurately, Mulder found them.

@mulders-boyish-enthousiasm's (Ao3)

Fox Next Door and Pool time

‘Okay… Mulder. Call me Scully, then,’ she replied tit for tat. ‘What did you say you needed?’   

‘Oh! Right,’ he tousled his hair with his fingers and put his hands in his pockets. ‘Could I borrow some butter please?’ Mulder with a slight hesitation.

She blinked twice and let him in.

Pre-S1 Mulder is Scully's new neighbor, charming his way into her heart by borrowing her butter and scaring her late at night.

JenAndrews's Skyland Mountain (AU)

They lay there in silence for some time. Scully closed her eyes, waiting patiently for her baby to let her know he or she was alright. Mulder stared up at the sky, watching the leaves of the trees sway above him. There were more clouds now then there had been this morning, but the sky was still blue. The sunlight danced through the branches and across his face. The sound of Scully’s breathing, the wind and the birds allowed him to drift away from his body and his pain. The only anchor stopping him from flying away was Scully’s fingers wrapped around him.

S2 Mulder, adrift and hopeless, turns to drugs as a self-destructive coping mechanism...but accidentally runs a very pregnant Scully off the road during his suicide attempt.

@wexleresque/hellsteeth's lost time (Tumblr)

Her hair is redder, vividly so against the chalky pallor of her face, the angles of which are sharper than they had been just yesterday. There are lines where there hadn’t been. Not many, but enough to draw her attention. She looks older.

Turning to Mulder, she sees her own shock and confusion reflected in his expression. Whatever she was going to say dies on her lips as she looks at him more closely.

It’s definitely Mulder, there is no denying it. She’s known him for only a handful of days, but the glint in his eye is unquestionably him. But gone is the springy lock of hair that has been flopping against his forehead for two days and the lankiness she’s come to associate with him invading her space to intimidate her.

Requiem Mulder and Scully return from Bellefleur with amnesia, consequently losing memories of the last seven years. While relearning their professional history from Skinner and her mother-- and, most importantly, the files-- the truth of their personal relationship (and her pregnancy) begins to become undeniable.

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls's

AU where on a drunken night after a stressful case in season 1, M and S end up having sex and Scully gets pregnant.

He rubs a hand over his face, overwhelmed. "I just... I never expected this. I was always afraid that... if I ever had a kid... it'd just be something else they could use against me." Scully does stand now, so calm it almost scares her. She says, "You don't have to be involved, Mulder. I mean that genuinely. We don't work together anymore, this isn't your life..." She can't say she wouldn't miss him, ridiculously so, but she also can't say that she WOULD miss him out loud. "You can walk away," she adds. "I promise I won't hold it against you." He shakes his head so immediately it surprises her, if only because of the shocked, uncertain look on his face. "Or you can stay involved." She extends her hand, takes his and squeezes it. "Think about it, okay?" she offers. "Take some time."

Post Lazarus Mulder and Scully fall into an unspecified relationship... which Little Green Men Mulder and Scully have to confront when she finds out she's pregnant.

in another world - Chapter 22

it happens in vegas, of course, and it happens because of langly and melissa. mulder’s on a trip with the gunmen, following up on some tip they’d gotten, and melissa and dana are on a vacation together. it’s directly following mulder’s breakup with diana, and he’s been moping around the hotel room the entire time; dana is in the midst of stressing over a big test for medical school, and has refused to leave the hotel room so that she can study to the point of driving melissa crazy.

Mulder and Scully meet, marry, and annul in Vegas before they're partnered.

Half-Light Universe

2016

It’s not a question at this point of how many times this has happened, but a question of “is this the time that will do it”. Mulder could try and romanticize it, but there’s nothing there to romanticize. He holds Scully as she bleeds out. And then he’s shot in the back.

Revival Mulder and Scully are shot, snapped out of their hellish universe, being handed a second chance to get their lives right. The mytharc unfolds more reasonably, with the truth coming to light and Samantha making her way home-- hope, healing, and second chances for all.

Five Moments Mulder and Scully Shared (And One They Didn't) (Tumblr)

“Who needs a bed? I think the couch serves our needs perfectly fine.”

“Mulder, I'm not having this argument again. Two full grown adults cannot sleep on a couch every night.”

“Hmph.” He crosses his arms stubbornly. “I say we wait for a water bed to mysteriously appear again.”

“Mulder…”

half-light Mulder and Scully sharing moments in their new life.

miraculous (Tumblr)

When it's over, she knows. More sure than she was before. She hears the earsplitting cry, and she just knows. The doctor holds him up and it's him. Her son.

half-light Mulder and Scully are reunited with their son in a better life, a better world.

luminosity (Tumblr)

She tucks William in, reads two books and kisses him goodnight, leaves the door cracked just like always. She finds Mulder in the kitchen, strangling a Walgreens bag in his hand. “I got it,” he says abruptly, shoving it at Scully.

“Thank you.” She takes the bag and sets it on the counter. “It's okay, Mulder, really,” she says soothingly, putting a hand on his jaw.

“Are you sure?” He's apprehensive, practically bouncing.

“I'm not, but we'll know in a few minutes.” She motions to the bag on the counter. “And besides that, this feels different than when I was sick. It feels the same as it was with William.”

half-light Mulder and Scully are excited for another little miracle.

@defnotmeyo’s (Ao3) Unnamed

She can laugh at him but these punks? One more concentrated burst of laughter and hiding their faces behind their hands and she is going to put them over the bar.

Mulder and Scully overhear two people laughing over his theories... two people who turn out to be the married version of themselves.

HumphreyWrites/sure-fine-skullz/spookysadsophie/s-humphrey/sophie-writes-things/sophiewrites/SophieRobbins’s (Alt. Tumblr) Losing Nine Minutes

“We lost nine minutes, Scully!”

Scully?

She furrowed a brow in confusion and looked down at herself. She was no longer pregnant, in a strange car, and on a strange stretch of highway.

What on earth was happening?

The last thing she remembered was going to sleep with her husband and Emily sandwiched between them because she had a night terror. Fox looked confused, as she studied herself in the car mirror.

Mulder and Scully experience alternate universe versions of each other, briefly; then take their relationship to the next level when reunited (aided by the fact he got her pregnant.)

Neoxphile's (Ao3, mulderscreek) and FelineFemme's Family G-Man, The - Season 01

Instead of answering him right away, the woman reached into her coat and pulled out an envelope. Just an ordinary green one that Christmas cards came in. She thrust it into his hand.

"Here. If you really think you can help them by changing those things about their pasts, open this card when you get home, and read it. As soon as you do you'll get the chance to help them."

Mulder time travels to Season 1, working towards a happier life for Scully: a stable relationship, a family, and no abductions-- though, of course, not without new hiccups or dangers occurring along the way. (The rest of the series can be found located on both authors' pages.)

cgb's Unfamiliar (Jump to the Left Remix)

My name is Fox Mulder, I am thirty-six years old, my sister's name is Samantha, my mother's name is Teena and my father's name is Bill. I live at 2790 Vine Street, Chilmarc, Massattuchetts...

Something isn't right. There's something he's supposed to remember.

He starts again. Fox Mulder starts again:

My name is Fox Mulder, I am thirty-six years old, my sister's name is Samantha, my mother's name is Teena and my father's name is Bill...

His father's name is Bill. That was it. They told him his father wasn't his father.

Mulder is a hybrid on the run; and Scully is an innocent target the Consortium exploits for his destruction.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

[thatmexisaurusrex]

I'm 10 years behind on the mcu and never have a clue what's going on when you post sambucky, but im absolutely cheering them and you on from the sidelines. So here's a prompt for you, for fun: ✨️✨️✨️✨️

SamBucky Summer Ficlet Prompts

Ooh, good choice! And hehe thanks for cheering them and me on, even if you don't really go here 🤣 Enjoy!

Satellites

Sam lay on his back in Sarah's backyard, gazing up at the stars. There weren't many of them. The light pollution of New Orleans reached as far as Delacroix.

But he could see a few.

Maybe one?

Or.

Well.

That might be a satellite, now that Sam was looking at it more closely.

"Sam?"

Sam turned his head to see Bucky Barnes. Sam still wasn't used to seeing him there.

In his hometown.

Staying with Sam at his sister's house.

"Can I join you?" asked Bucky, a little more politely than he usually would.

And.

Well.

Maybe he was like that because they were alone.

It was also the middle of the night.

And Sam was just lying outside looking at the sky.

"Sure. If you have nowhere else to be at two in the morning," said Sam as he patted the space next to him.

Bucky lay down next to Sam as he stared up at the sky; a mostly blank navy canvas.

"Couldn't see the stars in Brooklyn either," commented Bucky.

And.

Sam and Bucky laughed.

"Hey. But at least we've got a satellite to watch," snickered Sam as he pointed to it.

"We don't even have a moon to look at," faux-bemoaned Bucky as he elbowed Sam.

"I think another satellite is coming into view," snorted Sam as one did come into his line of sight.

Sam and Bucky stared up at the empty sky. And the silence was strangely comfortable as they got settled in the grass.

"Trouble sleeping?" whispered Bucky.

Sam nodded.

"I don't remember the dream, but I - I know I couldn't go back to bed. I needed a moment. So, I..." Sam started, his thoughts trailing off as he watched another satellite appear.

"You came out here."

Sam nodded.

Sam's hand bumped into Bucky's. He felt their fingers loosely lacing together; felt them hold hands.

And they weren't - they weren't something. But they weren't not something. It wasn't as if Sam needed clarity on what they were right now. But this was nice.

Holding hands

As they gazed up at Satellites.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: A rogue alchemist, desperate to restore the alchemy of the famous Fullmetal Alchemist, pushes Truth into playing a new game - one that has Edward Elric waking up on the floor of his house where a transmuted abomination should have been, just in time to save his younger self and brother. He might have a chance to do everything again, now, though…He would never hold anything but bitterness for the title of 'dad,' but maybe an older brother could make things better.

Author: @spicyreyes

[thiswasinevitable-rwrb]

Master Post of My FirstPrince Fics ~

Fox. Henry Fox. (finished)

Alex had seen the guy around campus, sure. He was hard to miss, but Alex never said out loud why. For everyone else, being the son of the famous James Bond actor made him a celebrity enough. But for Alex, Henry Fox just…stood out. [non-royal au. University au. Cool guy x nerd trope.]

All Over Again (finished)

Alex and Henry's first kiss goes a little differently. [one shot. Canon-divergence. New Year's kiss.]

Salt Follows the Moon (unfinished)

Vampires exist, and it's no secret. What is a secret, is that Henry Hanover-Stuart Windsor needs a blood donor. Alex Claremont-Diaz just can't leave well enough alone.

[vampire!Henry x blood donor!Alex. Canon-divergence.]

Moonburn (unfinished)

Alex Claremont-Diaz is everything a wolf should be. Tall, long-limbed, strong, and most of all: charismatic. Community and pack oriented. Some would also say he’s loud, overeager, and has his head up the moon’s ass. Again: werewolf. It’s like blaming water for being wet. As for Henry Hanover-Stuart Windsor Fox…his mother is a wolf. She comes from a long and prestigious line—many lines—of wolves. She fell in love with a human. Despite the initial shock and disdain for marrying outside of tradition, having two children born as healthy, strong wolves calmed several of the loudest, bigoted voices. And then Henry came along. The youngest. The favorite. The human. But nobody else knows that last part.

[werewolf!Alex x human!Henry. Canon-divergence.]

Satellites (unfinished)

Alex is in England for a year studying abroad. To his both relieved and annoyed surprise, the whole school is in a tizzy over something other than the American president’s son enrolling…except it’s Henry. Prince Henry. He’s enrolled too.

[university au. Ceramicist!Henry x dancer!Alex. Still royal and FSOTUS.]

Alexander Hamilton Hall (unfinished)

It started with a group project. Well, Alex supposed it started when Henry Fox moved to town, or perhaps when Alex’s parents succeeded enough in their political careers that he and June were transferred to the most prestigious high school in Texas. Alexander Hamilton Hall.

[high school au. Non-royal au. Arthur lives au.]

Burning (unfinished)

Henry did manage to tell Alex to leave that night in Kensington. Now it’s two years later, and Alex is over it. He has a girlfriend. His mother has been reelected. He’s going to the Swanky Soiree of Something Important in Paris, because he’s over it. Henry can be there and it’s fine. Henry is there. And it’s most definitely not fine. [canon-divergence. Whump and angst. Getting back together fic.]

Codename: Rapunzel (unfinished)

Acquiring the Prince of Wales’ name in his Burn Book, so to speak, had not been a surprise in Alex’s line of work. What had been a surprise, was that someone wanted the fourth in line for the throne dead. [assassin/hitman!Alex x Prince Henry.]

Defy the Odds (unfinished)

Henry is a prince of the Olympians. He has had everything bestowed upon him since his birth. And yet, none of it mattered when the light of his father's soul went out. Alexander is the First Shade of the Underworld. Prince of the dark realm and...the perfect person to help Henry along his many - many - journeys into the Underworld to find his father. That is, if they can stand each other long enough to cooperate. [an inverse Hades Game!AU where Henry is trying to find his father in the Underworld. Basically Zagreus Henry and Thanatos Alex.]

[tired-fandom-ndn]

Human existence sometimes involves reading fiction set in an extremely specific area that you grew up in or are otherwise very personally familiar with and just grinding your teeth at all the inaccuracies.

[yellowumbrella134]

So a few months ago I used these 2 (<3) to PLAY (hence the awkward spacing - forgive me plz) with Layer Types. Dear Azula's hair is really just Cassandra's (from the Tangled series - which if you ask me, I parallel these 2 with Rapunzel and Cassandra but that's a story for another day). Anyway Worship the Ashes by @impatentpending and @meregalaxiesandgods made me think of chopping Azula's hair. Funnily enough, I was looking for content on these 2 and it's how I stumbled upon AO3. It was a great read btw! Found a fic that I clicked with - while also being a really good read. Now I'm just waiting for the AIDAYS companion fic to be done :)

[walkingintheheartbreaksatellite]

Wishing I Could Be There For You

(Harry Styles x implied!bi!fem!reader)

Part 2 to I’m Here, Right Here

Contains angst, happy ending.

He’s always there, and she wishes she could be there for him.

>>>——————->

You got a new life

“Why is H ignoring you Y/N?”

I hesitate to answer, not even really understanding the answer to Mr. Azoff’s question.

It’s been a month and a half since Harry and I have spoken. We had a break from tour and I went home to visit family. As usual, I went on a date. This one hadn’t been too bad. She was kind, but she had a boyfriend I found out, so obviously that sent me nowhere. And honestly… I can’t stop thinking about what Harry had said that night…

“I.. Don’t know. I’m sure he’s not ignoring me, his mind is probably just preoccupied..”

Mr. Azoff let’s out a sigh and shakes his head.

“Well, one thing is for sure. Neither of you have been the same since that last show. And for both of your sakes, I hope your able to figure it out.”

Mr. Azoff hands me his laptop and walks away from me to where Harry was, chatting with Sarah and Mitch. I look at him, and my heart can’t help but ache.

Am I bothering you?Do you want to talk?

About 30 minutes before show time, I hesitantly approach him, biting my lip as I speak to him.

��Hey um.. Mr. Azoff said it’s time to get ready…”

He gives me a small glance before nodding and looking away. He gets up from the seat he was occupying, pushing past me as he walks out of the room.

We share the last line

“You? Drinking? That’s a first.”

I raise a brow and his teasing expression.

“You said it was fine to drink on the job as long as I don’t overdo it and I can still do my job. That’s what I’m doing.”

I take another gulp of my whiskey, wincing at the taste as the cold liquid travels down my throat. Mr. Azoff only gives me a small smile and shakes his head.

“I know what I said. But in your time with us, you’ve never done it. I was just a bit surprised. This doesn’t have anything to do with that fight you had with him, does it?”

Then we drink the wall. Till we wanna talk.

I shake my head and down the rest of my glass before returning the empty glass to the bar.

“He doesn’t want to talk to me so it doesn’t matter.”

Mr. Azoff shakes his head once more and lays a hand on my shoulder.

“Talk to Sarah. She knows. She’ll help.”

I give him a small sigh and nod as I turn my eyes back to the stage.

I go round and round, Satellite

After the show, I manage to catch Sarah and Mitch before they head back to the bus.

“Talk? About what’s wrong with you and H?”

I bite my lip and nod. Sarah’s expression softens and she pulls me into a hug.

Spinning out waiting for you to pull me in

“He’s loved you since he met you, Y/N. It’s been pretty obvious to everyone but you apparently.”

I can only stay quiet, Mitch’s words hitting me hard. Sarah squeezes me tight and I have to fight back my tears.

“I know you love him, Y/N. You’ve loved him just as long. But you dismissed the idea of it. You didn’t think he’d ever love you like that, did you?”

She lets my go and my mouth drops in shock.

“How did you-.”

Sarah only laughs and hugs me again.

“You weren’t that obvious, but I could tell from the way you looked at him. Always love with a hint of pain.”

I can see you’re lonely down there

“Hey won’t talk to me, Sarah.. How do I fix this? I feel like it’s too late! He brushed passed me the other day! He doesn’t do that to anyone!”

She shushes me, patting my head softly.

“You are one of the people that know him best. We can help get him there, but you have to do the rest. If he’s worth it, I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

I give her a nod and sad smile before she lets me go, taking Mitch’s hand and heading back to the bus.

Don’t you know that I am right here?

“Jeffrey, couldn’t this have-.”

The second he sees me, his face drops. He doesn’t even bother to meet my line of sight before he turns on his heel and I shout to him.

“H, please! Just wait!”

He stops for a minute before he slowly turns back around.

I’m in an LA mood

“What, Y/N? What could you possibly have to say to me? Whatever it is, I really don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to talk to you. Don’t you get that?!”

I huff and shake my head.

“Harry, that’s not fair! I’m sorry I didn’t know, but you left and stopped talking to me!”

He folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head.

“Everyone knew Y/N. I didn’t exactly try to hide my feelings!”

He turns around again and starts to stomp off in a huff.

She said, “Give me a day or two”

I sigh and before he can walk away any more, I grab his wrist, but he refuses to look at me as he stops.

“You pulled me in, H. You always have. But I never thought… I never thought we could be together..”

He shakes his head and lets out a scoff.

“How could you possibly think that? Do you think I’m that low, Y/N? You assumed and look where it got us..”

I’m here, right here

“You’re right… but I really thought it was for the best… You’re this international superstar and I’m just… Somebody’s assistant. So I tried. I thought I was doing the right thing. Obviously not…”

He lets out a sigh and finally turns around. He doesn’t say anything, but he holds his arms out to me. Before I can stop myself, I run into him and allow my tears to fall.

“I-I’m so, so sorry H! I-I never meant- I never wanted to hurt you! I just wanted to be there for you!”

He places a kiss on the top of my head as he holds me close.

“ ‘M sorry I got so mad Y/N/N… I just.. Felt like I was spinning out waiting for you…”

I take in his familiar, comforting scent and sigh.

“I’ll pull you in. I’m right here.”

He pulls away enough so I see the smile on his face. He takes a look around at the open area and looks down at me.

“So.. Whatcha got here?”

I smile and pull him towards my makeshift picnic.

“I got all your favorites! Obviously we’re sharing the California Rolls, but I found some really good shrimp tacos-.”

Before I can finish, I’m interrupted by his lips pressing against mine. I sigh and wrap my arms around him, pulling him into me. We only kiss for about a minute when he lets me go for air.

“Harry..?”

He hums as he holds me close, looking into my eyes.

“I love you,H.”

He smiles and pecks my lips before looking back down at me.

“No more spinning?”

I smile and shake my head.

“I’m right here.”

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Satellite Chapter Five

March 2021

Harry wasn’t sure if he woke up because the sun was starting to peek in from the sitting room or because Maggie was so restless next to him. 

"Sorry I'm freezing." She whispered as she burrowed deeper into the duvet. 

"Here, take this off." Harry pulled at the robe.

She raised an eyebrow. “But I’m cold.”

"Trust me." Once she was free of the robe he then pulled her into his warm underwear clad body. 

Maggie sighed with relief. Harry was happy to warm her up. He was still concerned by all her sharp edges. All the muscle loss. She buried her head into his neck. He felt her lips on him. Soft. Delicate.  Harry tipped her chin up and kissed her deeply. Her arms wrapped around him. 

There was a moment where he thought he should be honest about Amelia. How could he ever start fresh with Maggie with Amelia hanging over them. In true Harry fashion he decided it was a problem for another time. He missed Maggie so much that he just couldn't bring himself to ruin it.

Maggie slid her hand into his boxer briefs to find he was already getting hard. She gently pumped him and slid her thumb over his sensitive slit. This elicited a groan from Harry.  He pulled the slip of lace underwear she was wearing off. He slid a hand under her ass and pulled her up to him. She sucked at his lower lip as he entered her. Maggie's hands raked through his hair as she panted his name softly.

“I missed you so much. I needed you. I need you.” He whispered steadily into her ear as his hips steadily pumped into her warm channel. “Oh God baby you feel so good. You always feel so good. My sweet girl, sweet Maggie. Ughhh.” 

Maggie’s heart was bursting. He was always so vocal but never like this. Never about how much he felt. All she could do was call his name and chant baby in his ear as she came undone around him. Harry was quick to follow. 

He rolled them on their sides and pulled her close to him. He peppered the top of Maggie's head with kisses. She pressed her face against his chest and ran her hands against the solid wall of muscle.

"Baby I'm just so happy you're here with me. Just stay close. Don't leave me, ok?" Harry whispered into her hair.  Maggie wasn't going anywhere.  She breathed this moment in.

The next time Maggie opened her eyes the sun was fully invading the room. They must have fallen back to sleep.

Harry's voice thick with sleep said, "I don't want to get up but I have to." Maggie released her hold on him. He kissed the top of her head and rolled out of bed and went directly into the ensuite bathroom.

Maggie rolled onto her back. She felt complete bliss at this moment. Couldn't they just stay here forever? She grabbed the robe and wrapped herself in it. She heard Harry running the sink. She snuck into the water closet. Her turn.

Once out she joined him at the double sinks.  Maggie opened a hotel toothbrush. Her mouth was so dry. No more vodka for a while. Harry was finished brushing. He was washing down two advil with a glass of water. He put two tablets on the vanity for Maggie. After she was finished brushing she thanked him.

"How about some breakfast?" He pulled her into his naked body and traced her jaw with his thumb. Maggie wrapped them both in the robe. Warm naked bodies pressed flush together. 

"Absolutely and coffee, all the coffee please." She smiled up at him with her high wattage genuine smile. 

"I will have them bring all the coffee at once." Harry laughed. "Want anything special, sweet girl?"

"Surprise me." She raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to take a shower."

"I mean I could order breakfast and join you."

"Or you could order breakfast and patiently wait for me."

"Yes I'm very well known for my patience." Harry chuckled.  He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and left the bathroom.

Harry grabbed a pair of joggers and the room service menu from the desk. He ordered about half the menu and lots of coffee. 

He looked down to see his phone.  He saw the missed aFaceTime request from Amelia. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

Amelia Mason was an amazing woman. She was smart. Well traveled. An accomplished director and actress. She was also sort of Harry’s - friend with benefits? Girlfriend-ish? I mean she was temporarily living in his house. He had made a film with her and they fell into an easy friendship/relationship. She was a few years older than Harry with twin boys from her previous marriage. He was enjoying having her and her kids at his house while their place got settled in London. 

‘Ugh Styles - you are a real piece of work.’ He chastised himself. 

Harry grabbed the phone and went into the living area. He couldn't manage a FaceTime with all the guilt that was washing over him.

He dialed her number. "Hey."

"Hey, it's the Grammy winner. How is that feeling today?" She asked with genuine excitement. 

"Well I'm just waking up but it feels pretty good. How are things there?"

"Good. A little quiet. No kids. No you. You don't even have a cat Harry."

He laughed. "No pets. It's too hard with my lifestyle."

"So you are on a plane later today?" She asked.

Harry's stomach clenched. "Not today. Going to hang out here for a few more days. I want to see James and some friends. I thought I would lose and just come right back.  Now that I have won I'm popular around here I guess." He lied. He wasn't ready to leave Maggie was the truth.

"Win or lose you're popular Harry. Winning is great but it isn't everything. You have real talent." Amelia’s kindness made him uneasy. 

You are a talented piece of garbage, he thought. This wasn't exactly being respectful of women. He felt tempted to be straight with her. The director was just out of a ten year marriage. While they had yet to really define their relationship this was an absolute shit thing for him to do to her and to Maggie.

At that moment Maggie appeared fresh from the shower. Smile still beaming. Every thought of being stand up to Amelia left his mind. With Maggie in front of him nothing else existed. 

"Once I firm up my plans I'll let you know. I'll give you a call later?"

Amelia replied,  "Yeah sure. No problem.  I'll be around. Congratulations again. Can’t wait to celebrate with you.”  

Harry was thoroughly distracted by Maggie pulling her blonde curls up off of her face with his hair clip. “Thank you. I appreciate that. I look forward to it.” He disconnected. 

Thankfully Harry didn't have to lie about who it was because a knock came at the door. It was the room service. Maggie nodded toward the bedroom and ducked back in. Hotel staff were mostly pretty discreet but why take chances?

After he signed for the food Maggie reappeared. Harry was sitting at the dining table and he motioned for her to come join him. She settled in the chair next to him. Her eyes went wide when she saw all the food. Suddenly her chair was moving.  Harry pulled her closer so her chair was tipped out facing his. Maggie yelped in surprise. Then she laughed. She placed her bare leg across Harry's lap and he stroked her calf.

"So have you invited a small army over for breakfast?" She asked. There were eggs, pancakes, fruit, avocado toast and smoothies.

"I am ravenous."  He chose his words carefully. After Sarah dropped the word starving last night things got awkward.  He didn't want to venture into anything serious yet.

"Same." Maggie said unexpectedly. She was hungry for the first time in a long time. Normally she could block it all out. Maybe letting Harry in, opening up, maybe she was becoming more of herself again. "If those are oatmeal raspberry pancakes with real maple syrup on the side I am going to have at least my second orgasm this morning."

Harry raised an eyebrow.  "That is absolutely what they are. Please go on. I'll be here watching."  Maggie shoved his arm playfully.

Harry chose eggs and avocado toast. He poured them coffee. Maggie seemed to be eating slowly and deliberately but she was eating and that made him feel better. She looked rested today. Her natural flush of pink across her cheeks was back.  He couldn't help but lean over and kiss her face as she ate pancakes.

She looked at him quizzically, "What was that for?"

He shrugged. "I'm happy Mags. I'm really happy."

She smiled. "Do you have press today? I mean you won a friggin Grammy." She shrieked with excitement. Harry couldn't help but smile. Maybe it shouldn't have but it made him feel legit.

"No press. Nothing. I feel like last night was enough."

Maggie was jealous of how much of his life and his privacy Harry controlled. She understood it stemmed from not having much control at the beginning of his career. Maggie mostly tried to keep her love life out of the public eye but as America's sweetheart you had to do lots of press, lots of smiles and charming people. She loved her job but she didn't always love that part.

"Earth to Maggie. Where did you go?" She heard Harry ask her. 

"I'm in my own world over here enjoying these pancakes."

"I'm going to shower. We can check out. Maybe find a nice way to spend the day." He suggested not sure what type of response he might get from her. 

"I'm down."  Maggie said before she could second guess it. 

Harry got up. "Ok then. You are going to finish your pancakes and anything else on this table you want." He leaned in and kissed her forehead. When he left her she was reaching for the LA Times and pouring more coffee.

“Have you heard from Maggie?” Alex asked as she cut fruit up at the island of her kitchen. Children, dogs and cats zipped around her. They were having a ‘family’ dinner with their chosen family like they often did on Saturdays at Alex’s. 

“I talked to her Tuesday maybe. I assumed she would be here today.” Liza said looking up from her phone. 

“I shot her a text. I called her. Nothing. Not a word. Not sure if I should be worried or not?” 

Perry and EJ were on the other side of the island arguing about how best to prepare the massive amount of chicken Alex insisted they cook. 

“I haven’t talked to her either.” EJ offered. He talked to Maggie nearly every single day. Whether it be sharing a meme or sending each other some random observation but she was pretty quiet this week. “I don’t like that. Maybe I better go right now and check.”

Jamie entered the kitchen looking for a bottle opener. “What are you going to check ? Don’t think you are getting out of here. Those kids want a ride in your truck, they want to pet dogs and I want to drink wine and be left alone so.” 

Uncle EJ was by far the kids favorite. Liza and EJ had no kids but were essentially just big kids themselves. It is why the kids always wanted to be at their house or doing some activity with them. A ‘family’ dinner without EJ was bound to be chaotic on the Moms. 

“No one has really talked to Maggie and she isn’t here and she didn’t respond.” Liza offered. 

“Fuck,” Jamie muttered to herself. She had to remind herself to thank Maggie for putting her in this position. “She’s ok. You don’t have to check on her. She has just been busy.”

Now the sole focus of the room was Jamie. Alex, Liza, EJ and Perry looked at her. The kids, dogs and cats had disappeared. You could hear a pin drop. It was so silent. 

“And you know this because,” Liza waited for the answer. 

Jamie poured a healthy glass of the rose in front of her. “I talked to her last night. She wanted my empanada recipe.” She didn’t offer any more than that. 

“Why does there feel like more to that story James?” Alex pushed. 

Jamie took another gulp of the wine. Maggie owed her big time. They were about to kill the messenger. “She called me from Harry’s phone. She dropped her phone the other day and was waiting on Shane to get her a new one. Anyway, they wanted to make empanadas last night. I guess he has been staying with her.”

The room went back to silent for a long moment. 

“No. Fuck that guy. What is she doing?” Liza roared. “EJ, let’s go.” 

EJ braced himself because this was about to be a fight. “Go where and do what exactly?” 

“We are going to Maggie’s. She is not doing this.” 

“I’ll come with you.” Alex said, washing her hands. “What is she thinking? She isn’t okay lately. You see her now and with him again after everything?” 

Jamie understood the concern but this wasn’t going to help things with Maggie if they all showed up at her house. She wasn’t really sure how to say it but to say it. Before she even got to make a move Perry was speaking up. 

He slammed the spatula down. “Stand down - both of you. Keep pushing like this and you are going to lose her. I do see her. You see her. She won’t talk about it. She is clearly unhappy and unhealthy. I don’t know what this is with him or why but I know you two are treading into dangerous waters if you do this.” 

Perry never raised his voice. Perry never made a fuss. Liza never backed down from a fight but she was so stunned by her brother-in-law that she didn’t know what to say or do. 

EJ couldn’t help but agree. “I don’t know the kid. I don’t like what he did to our girl but Perry isn’t wrong here. You are trying to get her to get help and to help herself with the whole weight thing. She has shut you down and shut you out. Do this now and you might really risk losing her. She is a grown woman. You have to let her make decisions on her own.” 

“Oh do I? I have to let my sister slowly kill herself while they write articles about how her body is goals? I have to let my sister self-destruct by getting back with this guy who…”

Alex interrupted. “We know what happened between them. Let’s not rehash that here. Maggie certainly doesn’t want that to be a conversation for everyone.” 

Liza grabbed a joint from her purse and headed for the yard. “Fuck Harry Styles.” 

Alex grabbed Jamie’s wine. “I’ll drink to that.”

“What do you think about taking a drive to the desert? Do a little hiking tomorrow? Harry asked as he flipped through ideas on his ipad. “I mean who is going to see us in the desert?” 

“Is it important to not be seen with me?” Maggie asked, looking over intently at him. 

Harry shrugged without looking up and replied, “I assumed we didn’t want everyone in our business.” 

“And by everyone do you mean the world at large or Amelia Mason?” 

Now she had Harry’s attention. He put his ipad down and looked over to Maggie at the other end of the sofa. Her face was expressionless which terrified him. 

She handed him her brand new phone that Shane, her assistant had so nicely delivered to her. “What is this?” 

Amelia had been posting cheeky Watermelon photos since Sunday. The headline screamed, 'Harry Styles' Girlfriend Finds Clever Way to Celebrate Her Man's Grammy Win.'

Harry's face flushed pink. Maggie had already read the article.  She looked at Amelia's Instagram. She had seen the photo of them hand in hand. The director was beautiful. Maggie knew Harry was starring in her next feature. She did not know Harry had a starring role in Amelia's romantic life.

"She is not my girlfriend. We have been seeing one another.” He admitted grudgingly. 

"Is she somewhere waiting for you while you're here with me?" Maggie sat forward on the sofa. Harry got up and paced the living room a bit. 

"She's in London.  Her ex is working there and they have a joint custody situation with their kids."

"You live together with your not girlfriend?" Maggie asked. Her guts twisting. Her breathing was a little labored. She refused to cry. She would not cry. 

"Only until her new place gets sorted." He explained. Harry looked flushed. A bead of sweat appeared over his brow. "Listen it isn't what it looks like. "

"Well that's original. We’ve never had this conversation before.”She laughed humorlessly.  

“This isn’t like that. It isn’t.” Harry panicked. He could see the walls that had steadily been dropping being built back up in record time right before his eyes. “This is nothing like before.”

“You mean this isn’t like the time you got back together with Colette while claiming you only cared for me? Let’s be honest this sort of feels like that. Wait, I'm mincing my words. This feels exactly like that.”

“Please don’t just shut down on me. Please keep talking to me.” He begged. 

“So tell me how this is different.” 

2018

Maggie was exhausted.  Palm Springs was so fun. She finally made it back to her front door at 6:00pm. When she got in she went straight to the fridge for a seltzer. That is where she saw the invite for the anniversary party.  She remembered telling Harry he would probably be solo because she wouldn't be home until late.

She was tired but she missed Harry and his crew more. She looked at the clock and knew she could iron out a look and be ready in 30 minutes.

Forty five minutes later she was in the car. She thought about texting him and then she thought it could be fun to surprise him. Their texting had fallen off a bit while she was away. Maggie assumed he was locked up in the studio. She was having fun but also making great progress on a script that she loved. 

By 8:30 Maggie was at the door.  The greeter took her gift, handed her a champagne and pointed the way out to the party. 

The happy couple had been married for ten years. They really outdid themselves for the event. Twinkling fairy lights, white tents, flowers. It was magic. Maggie stood on the patio taking it in. Maybe someday she would be celebrating ten years of a relationship. 

"Maggie." Jenny, one half of the happy couple smiled.

"Happy Anniversary!" Maggie exclaimed. "This party is amazing. So beautiful and look at you.” She twirled Jenny around to get a good look at her dress. 

"Nicer than our actual wedding. Well you know we were broke back then."She laughed. "Harry said you were out of town."

"I got in late but I missed him and all of you and well I didn't want to miss this. I figure I'll sleep when I'm dead, right?" She shrugged and sipped the tall glass of champs. 

Jenny looked anxious suddenly. She quickly scanned the party. "Do you want to wait here and I'll see if I can find Harry for you?"

"No, no, go enjoy your party. I'm sure I'll find him. You don’t fret over me.” 

Jenny nodded and made a beeline for her husband. Maggie put her champagne glass down. She started out toward the bar off the dance floor. Harry was usually pretty close to the center of all the fun and the dance floor looked like the place to be. 

Maggie straightened her black wide leg, strapless pantsuit. Her hair had been pulled up in a high pony. Large emerald earrings adorned her ears. She kept it mostly simple so she could get out the door. Harry wasn't at the bar but he was on the dance floor. 

There he was. Handsome in a white suit with a black tank. There he was dancing slowly and kissing the underwear model, his ex, Colette. She stood frozen. Her mind went blank and then  'RUN,' her brain screamed. Pick up your feet and run but she couldn't. She was planted. Maggie watched Tom approach the couple and whisper into Harry's ear. Harry looked up and locked eyes with Maggie.

Harry didn't know how exactly he ended up in bed with Colette last night. A few nights ago he had innocently walked her to hotel room and left her with a kiss on the cheek. Last night she texted him to find out what he was up to. The crew from the studio was headed to a dive bar to play pool. She invited herself along. It was fun.  She said all the right things. He did all the wrong things. He still cared about Colette but he also cared about Maggie. Here he was on the dance floor with her. Kissing her like she was still his. Then Tom was in his ear, "Maggie is here. Maggie is right here."

He thought he might vomit and shit himself. Harry looked up and directly into the ocean blue eyes of Maggie. Everything felt like it was in slow motion and then it moved at the speed of lightning.

Maggie didn't make a scene. She quietly walked back the way she came. She had to get out of there. Her hands were trembling.  Her stomach was absolutely sick. She pulled her phone out and texted the driver begging him to come back. Before she reached the door to the house Harry caught up to her.

"Maggie." He said, keeping his voice low.

She turned to him. Oddly enough she had a smile on her face. Public Maggie. She was not going to be embarrassed any more than she already was by Harry.

"I'm so sorry. Please can we talk?" Harry pleaded.  He had to make this right.  He couldn't just let her leave. She had to understand. Understand what? He couldn't even understand.

"I've seen enough. I don't need it explained to me." She kept her voice low and casual. He put his hand on her arm. Her smile only amped up. "Don't, just don't touch me. Tell our hosts good night for me." To anyone close it looked like a perfectly normal conversation.

Maggie turned and walked out. She kept moving until she made it to the safety of the car. She thanked the driver profusely and promised him an enormous tip for his trouble.

Mitch was at the bar. He had seen what transpired. "Are you going after her?" He nodded in the direction of Maggie.

Harry threw his hands up. "I have royally fucked this up."

"No shit.  So what are you waiting for?  Go get Maggie." Mitch gestured towards the door. 

"Fuck. I don't know." Harry groaned.

"What do you mean you don't know? You know. We all know." He narrowed his eyes at his friend. Harry surely couldn't be this clueless.

"Clearly I don't know or I wouldn't have done that." He made eyes toward Colette.

"Fuck." Mitch shook his head. "Sometimes you are so dense."

"You aren't really helping here mate."

"Not sure I can help anymore mate. Go try to fix it or you are going to regret it. That I do know."

After seeing his Maggie he knew he didn't want to go backwards with Colette. He wanted a future with Maggie. 

Harry knew he had to talk to her.  He had to try to make things right. He walked away from the bar.

Colette approached. "Is everything okay?"

"Not really. The woman I've been seeing showed up. I'm sorry. It was a dick move to you both. I should have told you. Last night shouldn't have happened."

"I'm not single, Harry. I just, I missed you and I was so far away from him and you were so close. We agreed to be friends, remember?"

He was a little stunned. "The kind of friends who sleep together? You aren't trying to get back together?"

"No I'm not. Stop being such a child. We are grown ups."

Harry knew at that moment what an absolute asshole he was. He turned his entire life upside down in 24 hours only to hear this bullshit. He knew better and he did it anyway.  Was he following his dick or his heart? He would be damned if he knew.

Harry kissed Colette’s cheek. This was the end. The real end. No more friends. No more texting. No more Colette.  Why did it always take him blowing up his life to figure out what he wanted? 

The valet was backed up and he ran 1/2 a mile in a Gucci suit to the field where they were parking cars.

He had to get to Maggie. He had to make things right. His heart was racing.

Maggie had made it home. She immediately stripped out of her party clothes and put on her workout clothes. She was so sad. She was so angry. She needed to burn some energy. She needed to feel pain other than the one lodged in her chest. She put her ear buds in, clicked on some Rage Against the Machine and sat on her rower. She began to pull. The resistance was higher than she remembered. She pulled harder. It didn't take long for rivulets of sweat to roll down her neck.

She wanted to hate him. She wanted to hate her. She didn't know anything about her except what Harry told her. The breakup had fucked him up. It was a big reason she tried to stay emotionally distant from Harry. She knew she had to be the rebound, right? It didn't make it any less painful. 

What a silly girl she was. I am the rebound. Here I am ready to tell him I’m falling and he is fucking the girl he actually loves. 

He could have told me. He could have been honest. This was much worse. How long had he been going back and forth? Maggie and Harry were always together.  Did he wait until she left town and then called up the ex? Had Maggie done something ? Was there something wrong with her physically?

She pulled harder and faster on the rower. Her forearms and calves were on fire. She welcomed the pain. She needed the pain. 

Harry used the garage keycode to let himself in. He knocked at the door but then he swore he heard the woosh of the rower coming from the deck. He walked around the side. There she was slick with sweat pulling hard and fast on the rower. It was always mesmerizing to see her doing this.

It took Maggie a minute to realize someone was there. She looked up at him with fire in her eyes. Harry knew he deserved to burn. She stopped her rowing abruptly and took out the ear buds.

"No. You don't belong here." She said standing up but not approaching him. Her legs shook from exertion and nerves. 

"I'm sorry I let myself in but give me a chance to explain, to apologize. We need to talk." He said desperately.

"No we don't.  We could have talked before this. You could have been honest with me. Instead you chose this. I thought at the very least we were friends.  That was a fucked up thing to do to your friend."

"We are friends. It all happened so fast. She was just suddenly here."

"Did you fuck her?" She asked looking him directly in the eyes now.

Harry was unable to meet her stare. "Yes." After a beat he looked up into Maggie's stoic face, "Things have always been so complicated with her. I'm not with her though Maggie. I don’t want to be with her. I want to be with you."

Maggie’s already fragile heart shattered into a million pieces. She was going to that party to hand her heart to Harry. All she wanted was to hear that he wanted her. It was all she had wanted for days. She wanted to be his. It was all ruined now. She would never be able to look at Harry without seeing him kissing her on the dance floor. Without thinking of him fucking her.

"Well let me uncomplicate things for you. I don't want to be with you, Harry. I'm all set. I have had my fill of Harry Styles now. I don't need anything more from you."

"Maggie, I ..." He stammered. Harry attempted to move in closer to her.

She cut him off and moved back. "You say we’re friends, right? If you care about me like you claim then leave the same way you came in."

Maggie radiated hurt and anger. Harry could barely stand to look her in the face. He was the bad guy here. Now he was also a coward because he had no fight left in him. He did what she asked and left.

Once she heard the garage door close Maggie folded in on herself. The pain was crushing her.  Her heart hurt so much she almost couldn't stand it. Tears threatened as she opened her mouth to let out a scream that never came. Finally, Maggie climbed back onto the rower. She needed to hurt. She needed to exhaust herself. She put her ear buds back in as RATM howled angrily. She was going to fucking row her arms off if she had to. Whatever would stop this feeling. Fuck Harry Styles.

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She Can See We’re Lonely Down Here 🛰️

summary: maybe curiosity knows where y/n is

tw: loss and sadness??

a/n: i did sob while writing this…

wc: 938 🪐

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“Look up, Stomper,” Harry breathed wistfully. Even after months of coming out to the field, the sight of the stars illuminating the night sky took his breath away. He didn’t need to tell Stomper to look up. “She’s up there somewhere,” he continued. “She knows we’re lonely down here, but she’s watching over us from above.”

A soft breeze rustled the tall grasses the duo lay in, bringing Harry back to reality for a split second. “It’s pretty late,” he admitted reluctantly, “and I’m sure your battery is getting low. Let’s go home.”

Stomper revved his wheels defiantly, but Harry picked him up anyway, bringing him to his car and setting him down in the front seat. “You really like the stars, don’t you, buddy?”

The small robot nodded, unable to divert his gaze from the glistening pieces of art floating above the ground.

Harry’s night progressed as usual. He poured himself a glass of milk and downed it before plugging Stomper in, allowing him to take a few laps around the house to get out his last bits of energy. Then Harry brushed his teeth and turned on the living room television, to produce a little bit of noise in an otherwise silent house. He ducked into his bedroom just before midnight every night, only for another restless sleep to begin.

Since Y/N had vanished, Stomper had watched Harry fall into a pit. He found it hard to eat for weeks after the fact, and he still barely slept. The few grey hairs which Y/N so loved had multiplied exponentially. Every night as Stomper charged in the kitchen, he could hear Harry’s pleading, mournful, heaving breaths as he wished back the one thing he couldn’t have.

It broke Stomper’s heart to see Harry, his person, incessently distressed. He remembered a time when Harry spoke to him with a glimmer in his eye and a smirk on his dimpled cheeks. When Y/N vanished, she took the dimples from his cheeks and the glimmer from his eyes.

Stomper lowered his head in defeat, feeling helpless towards fixing Harry. Just as he was about to fall asleep, something on the television caught his attention. His head snapped up to see a video of the Curiosity Rover navigating an alien terrain. Stomper was instantly captivated as his mind began to whir with ideas. Could he escape to Harry’s meadow and ask the rover to bring Y/N home before dawn?

As soon as the charger beeped, signifying he was fully charged, Stomper set out. The first obstacle in his way was the charging cord, but that was easily conquered. After he broke free, he pushed his way out of the front door and began his journey. Feeling the pavement beneath his wheels wasn’t something he experienced often.

Even though it was night, the streets were riddled with cars. The small, naive robot navigated the danger-ridden streets tensely, only relaxing when he turned down the final side street. It was no problem for him to get to the meadow. The final part of his mission was to communicate with Curiosity and beg him to find Y/N.

The sky began to glow a dusky pink in the east as Stomper tried fruitlessly to communicate with Curiosity. The sun rose over the horizon before Curiosity responded.

Stomper spent the day rolling around in the grass as if pacing back and forth. His wheels left matted down tracks behind him. While he rolled, he brainstormed ways to communicate with Curiosity. He could make audible sounds such as beeps and whirs, or he could try telepathy. Either way, he had to get his signal to the rover.

That night, he was ready. As soon as the evening star rose and the sun sank back beneath the horizon, the robot’s about face was on. He stared up at the sky, spattered with stars galore and located Mars. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, he attempted to communicate with the rover with every ounce of his being. His concentration never broke for a second.

Harry never came to the meadow that night. When he woke up, there was no Stomper to greet him. Upon further examination, Stomper’s charging cord was wedged in the door that he had exited through.

By the end of the night, Stomper knew his battery was running dangerously low. He spent the day, cowering in the shade, using as little energy as possible. By the time the stars came out, he rolled slowly back into the open field and gazed up at the star he assumed to be Mars and attempted to connect with it one final time.

He didn’t notice Harry’s car pulling up in the distance. His battery was running too low for him to focus. He lowered his head to the ground in defeat until he sensed footsteps approaching through the long, wispy grass. Harry laid down on his back in the grass, feeling the familiar texture on the back of his neck. Stomper could hear the heartbroken sobs he wasn’t bothering to muffle anymore. He felt guilty because he had failed for three continuous nights to bring Y/N back where she belonged; with Harry.

Without lifting his head from the ground, Stomper spun his wheels once, hoping that the sound would startle Harry into recognizing his presence, but the sound was drowned out by a heaved breath. Using every last ounce of his being, Stomper whirred to life.

Harry looked over at the robot speechlessly.

Stomper tried to roll over to him, but he lowered his head one final time, sapped of all of his strength.

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Today in another Scene From the Post-S2 Fic I'm Not Going To Write (except I clearly am but only partially), Aziraphale and Crowley meet for the first time since things went so very wrong. It goes about as well as you might expect.

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Collector's Edition: Melissa Scully, the One and Only (Part I)

Melissa Scully, a character with incredible impact compared to her minuscule screen time. Today, we honor her memory.

(If you're curious to read more Melissa-dedicated fic, I recommend The Other Side: Melissa Scully's Recs's site.)

Loose chronological order below~

audrey_cooper/Audrey Cooper's Fairy Tale

Melissa dug in her feet and made tracks on the thin ice covering the sidewalk. "You'll fall if you don't _slow down_." She emphasized the last two words with jerks on Dana's hand. Dana's mitten came off, and, already overbalanced, Melissa flopped down into the snow that was piled next to the sidewalk.

Melissa Scully is dragged around by her little sister (who may or may not have seen a cryptid.)

resistate's Scared at Night

Dana hears another almost-moan, this one following by a terrible scraping sound. Dana has half-convinced herself she has been imagining things. She jumps a little bit without meaning too and bangs her elbow on her bedside table by accident. "Melissa," she says urgently, before she can stop herself. "Missy!"

Pre-S1 Scully deduces that the noise under her bed is Melissa.

@minuete-blog/Minuete's

The Scully Sister

Charlie, bless his soul, told Mom he planned to stick up for a kid that was being bullied in class.  Dana, the overachiever, wanted to ask her teacher for extra credit on the history project regarding California missions on top of the required diorama all students had to turn in.  Once it was my turn to speak, I blurted, “I’m not going to get confirmed next year.”

Melissa's slow journey away from religion.

Porch Talk

Dana glared at me as she chewed on her bottom lip. A smug smile crossed my lips. “I thought so. Dana, if you’re doing this to nab a guy, then he’s definitely not the one for you. If you’re doing this to get attention, then believe me, you got it. Just don’t hide the genius that you are. That’s the real you.”

Pre-S1 Melissa has a very serious talk with her little sister.

@mulders-boyish-enthousiasm/muldersboyishenthousiasm's Dear Stubb

Mom helped me fill a lot of papers to redirect letters and subscriptions I receive through mail. Melissa could not stop hovering over my shoulder sending me good vibes using a new age technique she just learned. Bill didn’t even bother to feign interest in my going to Quantico. And Ahab… well… Ahab avoided me most of the time. What about Charlie you’ll wonder? Charlie’s absent. As usual.

Pre-S1 Scully writes about her family and new assignment to an unidentified friend.

Beshter's X-files Seasons

"Mom said you were in town, I thought you would call." Scully pulled away, glancing at her stove where strange and good smelling foods were bubbling.

"Yeah, well it's Tuesday. We always have dinner on Tuesday, remember?" Melissa produced a key from her pocket, waving it in front of Scully. "And as I remember it was my turn to cook."

"That was a year ago, Missy." 

Melissa Scully appears many times in this sprawling epic spanning the first seven years Scully spent on the X-Files.

zulu's

First Sight 

How her parents had managed to live such confined, orderly lives for over thirty years was beyond her; something to do with a military mindset, she supposed. Bill and Charles had never minded, not like her--or Melissa.

Pre-S1 Melissa pokes a few bears after Scully announces her new assignment.

Third Memory

Melissa gasped. This was far more than a dream vision. It was cold here. She smelled the acrid sickness of antiseptic and vomit, heard the insistent beeps and shushing of life support equipment. She knew it was Dana's mind that touched hers, and she felt herself sliding down into her sister's memory. She tensed and called out, "Dana!" In her bedroom, alone, there was no answer. She was falling, falling into Dana's thoughts, into her sister's past.

Anasazi Melissa taps into Mulder's aura.

Shelba's The Man of her Dreams

Months passed; she forgot about the dream. Then one night in late summer, she gasped awake, shaken to the core. The man from her dream had returned in a nightmare. His long body was fastened to a chair, if a chair had been made by Dante.

Pre-S1 Melissa has unknowingly dreamed of Mulder for years.

@frostbitepandaaaaa/FrostbitePanda's Nine Minutes and Then Some - Chapter 4 (Ao3)

Missy almost chokes on a cherry tomato, looks up at her sister to see if she’s suddenly been replaced by someone else. But Dana Scully is still there, pushing her fork through her spinach, her face carefully schooled.

Post Pilot Melissa sides with Mulder against Scully.

@viceversawrites/viceversa's One word prompt: Maybe (Ao3)

“He’s, uh. He’s tall.”

“Dana, you’re tiny. Everyone is tall compared to you.”

“He’s tall compared to most people, Melissa. And he, uh.”

“Come on, spill it.”

“He has a nice face. It’s… sad.”

S1 Melissa gets Scully to admit her new partner's cute.

@katy-kt-katie/Katy_KT_Katie's

“Jersey Devil” ficlet (Ao3)

“Who?” Scully asked, washing dishes, phone propped to her ear with her shoulder.

“The guy…that dad you went out with. You wore that beautiful lace dress?”

“Oh, Rob.”

“Rob….” Melissa said, stretching his name as if prodding her for any salacious details.

Post Jersey Devil Melissa figures out Scully might have a crush on her partner.

Fictober Day 17 Post “One Breath” (Ao3)

Mulder’s eyes shot up to meet Melissa’s; a deer caught in the headlights, trying to decide if he should admit or deny his feelings.

“ You should break the ice, let her know that she’s on your mind, ” Melissa encouraged.

Post One Breath Melissa encourages Mulder to make some moves.

@just-a-donut-who-reads/just_a_donut_who_reads 's One Day 

Missy warned me not to take on the assignment to the X-files. She said it would be dangerous. It is. She said it would be frustrating. It is. She said it would drive me mad, make me question everything I learned in med school and in Quantico...

That said - on the X-files, I have something Missy never anticipated.

An excellent view.

S1 Scully realizes she has a crush on Mulder.

@swinging-stars-from-satellites/bravest_person_in_Wonderland 's

a faint and faraway sound

She didn't see the glance shared between Melissa and their mother, who had been disagreeing over something else just before they sat down to eat, but were the two who understood the best — Dana was liable to take this too much to heart, and if she couldn't change the way she spoke, she would take it as a personal failing.

Scully worked hard to overcome her childhood lisp... and feels a bit hurt when Mulder draws attention to it.

scully and monica (scully's sister, iirc?)

Dana holds the phone between her shoulder and ear, precariously stretching the cord as she tries to carry a frozen turkey over to the sink without dropping either it or the phone; her parents are coming for Christmas dinner tomorrow, but Melissa predictably couldn't make it.

AU-- S1 Scully may have quit the FBI, but that doesn't stop her sister from bringing up Mulder.

💬?

"Missy," Dana says after breakfast, still sitting at her mother's table while Melissa insists on taking care of the dishes. Maggie had left momentarily to run to the store. "Promise you won't think I'm insane."

Post Beyond the Sea Scully asks Melissa if she believes in ghosts.

Whumpay Day 5/Lu's Whumpay 2022 - Chapter 5

"When's the last time you ate?" Asks a voice somewhere out of his range of vision, and Mulder turns in the hard plastic hospital chair to see who it is.

Melissa Scully, all five foot five inches of her — plus three extra inches of platform boots — stands in the doorway of the waiting room, her arms crossed and eyes surprisingly clear, considering that she's been here as long as he has. When he doesn't respond right away, she raises an eyebrow and asks again. "So, how long has it been? I know you haven't slept, but I'm not about to get on your case for that."

One Breath Melissa reads between the lines of Mulder's behavior.

@leiascully's (Ao3)

OctoberFicFest Day 9: Herbal Tea/OctoberFicFest 2021 and OctoberFicFest Day 13: Crystal/OctoberFicFest 2021

Missy’s apartment is cluttered, but it’s a cheerful, kitschy kind of clutter.  There are at least three tarot decks, and those are just the ones Dana can see from her mismatched chair at the battered kitchen table.  The whole apartment smells faintly of herbs and incense.  There are bunches of flowers hung over the doorway to dry and crystals scattered over most of the horizontal surfaces.  On the coffee table, a Ouija board is half-buried under a pile of paperbacks.  The planchette rests in a lipstick-smudged wine glass.

“No crystal ball?” she cracks.  

Melissa's kitschy kitchen and crystals have a lasting impact on one Dana Scully.

Scully gets the below toe ring in S4

She bought the ring on a whim from a basket on the counter at some little witchy shop that she visited out of nostalgia for the scent of incense. Melissa had worn a toe ring when they were younger and it had driven their mother crazy. Scully had thought it looked elegant and just a little daring. She felt tender for that younger self while she browsed the display of rings, stirring through them.

Melissa sparks an unlikely interest.

@slippinmickeys/SlippinMickeys/Slippin' Mickeys's

Scully and Missy talk about her work 

“But what’s he like?” Missy asks, hand curled around a chunky mug, her fingers playing with the string of a tea bag. She asks as though it’s a question with an easy answer, like Mulder’s some sandy-haired podiatrist who enjoys cooking and tennis.

“I don’t know,” Scully answers truthfully. “He’s… brooding. Quick-witted. Intelligent.”

Melissa’s eyebrows go up. She probably shouldn’t have led with brooding.

S1 Melissa assures Scully she's not poking fun.

Can we please have more Missy and Scully conversations, thank you😁 

There’s a brightness to her sister that lights up the gloom of the room, an overeager, watery delirium in the eyes reminding Scully that she’s had A Very Close Call.

Post One Breath Melissa carefully fills her sister in on Mulder's behavior.

The Concept of Dualism

“Dana and I are going to come pick you up,” she said, “what time are you being released?”

Scully could hear a dull mumbling from the receiver. 

“It’s fine, she could use the fresh air. We’ll see you then.”

Scully leaned back on the couch. 

“Thanks, Missy,” she said, “if you can help him get settled into his apartment, I’m sure I can find somebody to-” 

Melissa cut her off. 

“Oh, I’m not taking him to his apartment,” Missy said, matter-of-factly, “I’m bringing him here.”

Post Dod Kalm Melissa insists on nursing Scully and Mulder back to health.

Old Chem pt 3

Melissa looked at it a moment and then gave him a firm grip, observing him appraisingly while she shook it maybe three seconds longer than was polite. 

“So is it Dr. Mulder, then?” she asked, releasing it. 

“Just Mulder,” he said.

AU-- Old Chem Mulder meets one Melissa Scully.

Belated Birthday wishes and a Prompt: Valley of the Sun 

“Heard you were trying to do this without me,” he said with a smile, tossing the towel to the floor and kneeling down next to the bed to take Scully’s hand.

“I didn’t think it would happen this fast,” Scully said, and could feel another contraction coming on, the pain so intense she let out a howl.

“I did,” Missy said under her breath.

Scully was too caught up in the grip of agony to give her any grief for it.

AU-- Valley of the Sun Mulder surprises his pregnant partner with a familiar face.

@wtfmulder's (Ao3) are you wearing space pants (Ao3)

“Missy helped me make it,” she shrugs, setting the card back down. She is so bad at faking nonchalant.

S1 Mulder is affronted by a prank... or is he?

Michelle Kiefer's Only The Ones Who Believe

Melissa had been the only one who supported her decision to join the FBI. "Dana, no one can walk a path set by someone else. You have to choose your own way." What would Melissa say now? Because Dana--I can't go dancing, I have to finish my chemistry paper--Scully has set off in a direction she could never have imagined.

Post Little Green Men Scully wishes Melissa could give her advice.

AUs

Skinfull's Before

“Let me guess…” Melissa hummed on the other side of the phone. “You’re in the bath, you have a hot chocolate, you’re just in from work and you had a chicken salad for dinner, at your desk in the morgue. Your fridge is bare. Much like your dating life.”

AU-- Melissa is determined to set her FBI morgue sister up with a date... but she might be a bit too late.

CaptainLyssa's

To FBI or Not To FBI

Biting her lip, she hoped her next question wouldn’t come as a complete surprise to her family. “Has Dana told you if she’s pregnant?’

“What makes you think your sisters pregnant,” Maggie hedged, wondering at Melissa’s intuition.

AU-- Pre-S1 Melissa seems to sense that not only has her E.R. sister been swept up in a whirlwind romance, but that she might be (is) already (accidentally) pregnant-- and that there is danger and intrigue whirling around Scully's new boyfriend.

Time Slip

“Missy?” Scully managed before the pounding increased in her head.

“Dana,” Missy asked, carefully watching her sister sit up and reach an unsteady hand to the base of her neck. “Who’s Mulder?”

AU-- S6 Scully is shot back in time, before her FBI recruitment.

Sukie Tawdry's The Way Things Are (1) and The Way Things Are (2)

"Mulder, your sneakers are muddy," Scully said, trying to hide her pleasure at the sight of her dripping partner. "This is my sister, Melissa. Melissa, this is my partner, Fox Mulder."

"The prodigal daughter?" Mulder asked, toeing off his sneakers. Drying his hand against his pant leg, he leaned over the table to shake Melissa's hand. "It's good to meet you."

"I wouldn't have missed this for the world." Melissa studied Mulder's face with fascination. "I just had to meet the man who knocked up my baby sister."

AU-- S1 Melissa sweeps back into Scully's life after her sister trips into an accidental pregnancy, kidnapping, and shacking-up situation.

MSR Collection: Devotion Chapter 2 and Chapter 3

“It’s just—she can sometimes push people away and act like things…like they don’t bother her,” Melissa said. “But she deserves someone who can get through that and understand that.”

“I understand a lot about Scully,” Mulder offered. “I’m learning more every day, and I…I look forward to learning everything I can.”

“Then you’ve got my blessing, or whatever, for what it’s worth,” Melissa said.

AU-- Post One Breath Melissa is delighted that Mulder and Scully are dating (and senses there is something else they aren't saying.)

@sigritandtheelves/DarlaBlack’s

AU: Melissa Didn’t Die

Melissa’s recovery is slow and painstaking, and Scully helps her through every step. The sisters grow closer than they’ve ever been, until eventually, they are both ready to go back to work. By then it is October and chilly. Mulder has had months to learn, to remember, what life without Scully is like. They’ve talked on the phone, had lunch a few times, and he’s visited with both her and Melissa, but it has of course not been the same. He’s a little lost without her. 

AU-- Paper Clip Scully and Mulder's relationship changes after Melissa doesn't die.

Birth Day

It takes her an hour, but Melissa’s jeep finally rumbles up the drive, too fast, like she owns the place. The older sister emerges, swinging out her door almost before the jeep has stopped. “Somebody having a baby over here?” she calls to them. She drags out an enormous purse, a kind of floppy tote in purple tie-dye.

AU-- Doula Melissa is there for her sister and her partner.

@baronessblixen's (Ao3)

Thinking About Babies

All Dana is thinking about these days is college. Doing well. Becoming a medical doctor. She’s trying to get a glimpse of her older sister sitting there on the bed, but all she sees, or thinks she sees, is a silhouette. Her long hair falls into her face and she brushes it away quickly, almost angrily. She needs to get it cut and soon. It’s not practical and Dana is practical – or wants to be anyway. Long, wavy hair is for girls who spent their days at the beach. Dana is no longer that girl.

“A career is not the most important thing in the world.” The sheets rustle and Melissa comes into sight. She smiles secretively and leans over Dana’s shoulder to look at her homework. Who does homework on a Friday night? 

Pre-S1 Melissa and Scully have a weighty conversation that the latter revisits, years and years later, in a place called Home.

Bruises 

“Melissa and I- well, Missy had this idea to take this self-defense class and she made me go with her. She thought after… after Duane Barry it might be a good idea. I told her I don’t need it,” she chuckles, remembering their conversation. Melissa wouldn’t accept no for an answer. “I got a bit carried away.”

Post One Breath Mulder stresses over bruises on Scully's wrist.

Another Banner Year (Ao3)

Scully opens the door after a series of frantic knocks. As soon as she does, Melissa barges into her apartment, her hair as furiously red as her face.

“Well, hello to you, too,” Scully says while her sister just stares at her with a wild look. The anger on her face is a familiar sight that reminds her of her childhood.

Post Our Town Melissa drops in after Scully's latest on-the-job trauma.

Merry Christmas, Darling - Chapter 21

"Dana and Fox, sitting in tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g," Melissa hums, making kissing noises.

S2 Melissa enjoys teasing Scully about her shopping partner.

It’s a Match

Melissa Scully stares at him, waiting for him to confirm or deny it. She quirks an eyebrow, much like his own Scully does. It shakes him out of his stupor.

“Would you please be quiet,” he hisses.

AU-- S2 Melissa corners Mulder at a Scully family party, determined to get the truth out of him.

25 Days of Christmas - Chapter 20

“Where do you want me?” Mulder asks Scully, rolling up his sleeves. “What can I do?” 

“We need someone to do the dishes,” Melissa says with a sweet smile. 

“I can do that.” He gives her mother and her sister his best, most charming smile before he pushes past them and starts washing the dishes.

“That was a joke,” Melissa whispers into her ear, watching Mulder with big eyes. “Can I borrow him for one weekend?”

AU-- S2 Melissa dares Scully to make a move.

could you do msr cuddling for comfort pls?

“You need to gohome, Scully. Where is your mother? I thought maybe you could stay with her fora while.”

Disappointment bubbles up inside of her. She can’t recall the last time Melissa smiled at her, made fun of her. The only picture in her head right now is not of her sister. It’s her mother blinking away angry tears.

Post Paper Clip Scully is afraid to go home.

Can't help myself also #18 😍😍😍/Secret Spots

“We should go back downstairs.”

“I haven’t seen your room yet.”

“Later,” she promises and his eyebrows shoot up. “I didn’t mean-” but maybe she did. Maybe that’s exactly what she meant. “Later,” she repeats and he nods, his face eager. “Now come on.” She takes his hand but before they descend the stairs, she presses him against the wall – into that one spot Missy showed her one time. 

AU-- Post Millennium Scully introduces Mulder to Melissa's secret cubbyhole.

mulder braiding scully's hair during the iwtb era ❤

"Melissa and I did this for each other," Scully says, sounding wistful. "We'd talk about boys and school. Well, she talked about boys." They both chuckle, remembering their sisters.

Pre-IWTB Mulder braids Scully's hair.

The Day I First Saw You

There they are: Frohike, Byers and Langley, who is wearing a Santa hat and clinging to a shrimpy fir, looking ridiculous.

“We saw it first!” He complains now, his glasses fogging up from his fury.

“You did not!” A woman with long, wavy hair retorts, trying to push him away.

“Please refrain from violence,” Byers says, sounding anxious.

“This is my tree,” the woman says. “Its aura is clearly attuned to mine.”

“Its what?” Langley asks, exchanging looks with his friends. 

AU-- Pre-S1 Mulder, Scully, Melissa, and TLG meet while the squabbling over Christmas trees.

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things you said under the stars & in the grass

I'm cross-posting this threadfic everywhere cause it feels good to post something hehe :3 if you'd like to make a request based off the prompt list, feel free to do so on twitter, bluesky, or in my asks!

tags: pining, stargazing, open ending. aka I accidentally wrote something that makes me wanna rip my heart out weeee enjoy :3

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"You okay?"

Reno glances sideways, craning his neck a little, scrunching up his nose when grass tickles his skin. "Yeah? Why?"

"Y'just got kinda quiet," Iharu says. Right now he's the perfect mirror image of Reno; laid flat on his back, hands crossed politely over his stomach. He's got grass and twigs and sand in his hair, which is unusually wind-blown and keeps falling into his eyes. Reno wants to brush it away and slide the tips of his fingers down the side of his face. He wants to trace his thumb along the outline of his cheekbone, curl his forefinger over his jaw.

"I think I might love you," he wants to admit. "I know you don't feel the same. But can I touch you? Can I kiss you? Just this once?"

"It's really nice out here," he says instead, shifting to look away. "The stars look so much brighter."

Iharu hums as though he's not entirely convinced. "It's pretty. Feels like they're a lot closer than normal."

It's not exactly a cold night, but Reno can feel the body heat radiating off of Iharu, and it makes him shiver. He swallows thickly. "Sure does."

A bird cries in the far distance. Something rustles through the underbrush nearby. Reno can feel his heartbeat, aching and mellow, where his left palm rests, just below his ribcage. He wonders how Iharu's heart might feel. If he were to check, would he find what he wants, or what he fears?

"Reno," Iharu gasps, gripping Reno's upper arm, "look!"

It takes him a moment to re-orient himself, and even when he does, Reno can't figure out what it is that Iharu's pointing at. "Where am I looking? What is it?" he urgently whispers, eyes darting across the open sky.

"Up there," Iharu points somewhere off to the right, "it's moving, see?"

"I... no," Reno props himself up on his elbows, squinting at the horizon.

"No, not that low, it's-- c'mere," Iharu laughs, tugging him back to the ground. Reno follows easily, allowing Iharu to position him so they lie shoulder-to-shoulder, heads tilted inward. "Look," he murmurs, extending his hand to the sky, "should be just past my finger."

And it is. A tiny light, the same blue-white as the stars around it, floating down towards the horizon.

"Oh," Reno breathes, eyes widening, "I see it! I see it."

Iharu draws his arm back, triumphant. "Cool, huh?"

"Really cool," Reno agrees, hesitant to look away for fear that he might not be able to find it again, "and pretty. What is it? A shooting star?"

"Too slow," Iharu hums. "Probably a satellite."

His hand has come to rest beside Reno's, almost comforting; almost enough to fill his heart with something close to hope. Maybe it's a sign? Maybe it's stupid. Reno closes his eyes and makes a wish anyway.