#my bread and BUTTER

[mochiwei]

Day 24: Deity

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[drathe]

Dance with the Devil

Durgetash for Newtia

[acidkoipond]

Tiny boyfriend just dropped

[respectthepetty]

I have plenty of things to write about episode ten of Wandee Goodday but I have men to scream at, so just know that the Light (Bulb) of Love is my bread and butter.

It's like the Blinding Light of Love, but better.

I'll never get tired of it.

[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 4: Reasonable Requests

Prompt: "No, we're not doing that"

Post-ep for "Rain King": After Holman and Sheila finally get together, Mulder and Scully have their own romantic moment. Unfortunately, Scully also has doubts. Rating T, wc: 1,418.

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

The rain has stopped and the clouds have made way for a clear, starry night. Mulder gazes at the stars, smiling and humming “Somewhere Over The Rainbow”.

They’d see a rainbow now too if it weren’t nighttime, he’s sure of it. He catches a shooting star and mentally high-fives Holman, unable to suppress a grin. But he’s not concerned with Holman, or Sheila right now; instead, he glances at Scully. He almost asked her to dance with him back inside, but didn’t dare. Here he is, offering Holman advice about not bottling up his feelings while doing the exact same thing.

“Are you ready to drive back to the motel?” Scully asks him, her arms slung around her body.

“Are you cold?” He’s by her side in an instant, taking off his jacket and draping it over her shoulders. She frowns, shooting him a sharp look.

“It is still you, right?”

“Is it- yes, Scully, it’s still me. Do you want me to prove it to you?” She remains quiet. But her eyes seem to challenge him. “Fine.” He’s trying to come up with something easy and fun. There are so many things they’ve gone through together, many if not most of them tragic. He doesn’t want that for tonight. Right now, when Shelia and Holman are learning they’re in love with each other, when couples old and new are dancing together to some old romantic song, he doesn’t want to break the spell.

“You got me a ‘Fun Facts About Cryptids’ book for Christmas and I read some to you until you fell asleep. I woke you when your mother called, asking where you are. She wanted me to join you for Christmas, but I politely declined.” They stare at each other and when Mulder sees the soft flush on her cheeks, he can’t help but wonder what she’s remembering about that night. Maybe the way he touched her cheek to wake her and the way she tilted her head, seeking out his touch until she realized where she was, and what she was doing. A moment he cherishes.

“Believe me now?” Mulder whispers close to her ear, a grin on his face.

“I believe you.” She lets his jacket swallow her whole and it’s on the tip of his tongue to call her cute. But that would just lead to more questions cause she’d think he was an impostor after all.

“So Scully,” he says, opening the car door for her which earns him another eyebrow. “When’s your high school reunion?”

“Not anytime soon. When’s yours?”

“I think I already missed it,” Mulder says, starting the car. “Not interested in going. Would you go to yours?”

“Probably,” Scully replies with a sigh.

“If you need a date,” he trails off, winking at her before he starts the car.

“What’s with you tonight, Mulder?” Her eyes remain on him, but he’s focusing on the road. It seems as if everyone is at the reunion because the roads are empty and it takes them less than five minutes to get back to their motel. Five minutes in which Mulder doesn’t answer her.

“I’m just happy,” he replies finally, admitting it to her and himself.

“Because of Holman and Sheila.” It’s not a question.

“Just- no one died, Scully. It’s the opposite. Love won.”

“I didn’t know you were such a romantic,” she says softly, unbuckling her seat belt and getting out of the car. Mulder does the same; he wanted to open the car door for her again but realizes that maybe it would have been too much anyway. He locks the car and jogs over, falling into step with her.

“Hm, maybe I’m not the only romantic here. What did you tell Sheila?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Scully isn’t looking at him, but she’s smiling. She’s rummaging around in her pocket to find the key. Their key. “Mulder, do you have the key?” He might have the key, he realizes. It could be in his pocket, but right now, he doesn’t care. Standing here in front of this hotel room – their one, shared room – with Scully wearing his jacket, her hair falling into her face and her trying to blow it away, he has an epiphany. Everything else falls by the wayside. There’s only one thing that matters to him at this moment and it’s Scully. It’s about righting a wrong. It’s about taking a chance. Leaping before he can think better of it.

“Scully?”

“Yes?” She lifts her head and her blue eyes are big and wet and questioning. She thinks this is about the key to their motel room. To Mulder, it’s about unlocking new mysteries of the heart. He gently cups her chin and she gasps. A second passes and another. She doesn’t move away and just stares up at him, her lips parting slightly. When her tongue comes out to wet them, it’s his cue. He leans down slowly, giving her all the time in the world to change her mind or move away. She does neither. Instead, she meets him halfway.

He’s kissed her in his dreams once; a hallucination, as Scully called it. Supposedly he was drowning and later on, high as a kite. Kissing her now, though, he is surprised at how oddly familiar it feels. Her lips soft and plush, following his every movement, anticipating him. Their tongues tease and tangle, getting to know each other better and better. He never wants this kiss to end. He tugs her closer to him and she comes willingly. It’s only when his hand sneaks under her jacket – his, really – that she moves away, ending the kiss.

Mulder is still holding her and she’s staring at his eyes, then his lips. Just as he’s about to lean in again, she moves away from him, sneaks under his arm, and stands next to the door.

“Where is that damn key?” she mumbles, searching every available pocket.

“Here,” he says, handing it to her. It had been in his own pocket after all. She grabs it from him and startles when their fingers touch. She unlocks the door with shaky movements and disappears inside.

“I’m just gonna-,” she starts as soon as Mulder has closed the door behind him. “The bathroom. I’m going to get ready for, um, bed. We can just… I mean nothing happened. We can just pretend that we didn’t- it was an emotional night.” It takes Mulder a moment to understand what she’s saying. Her eyes are wild and she still has the key in her hand, playing with it. She looks ready to run out of the room and not come back all night.

Scully, I-” But what is he supposed to say? He licks his lips and tastes her. He can’t forget this happened, because he doesn’t want to forget it.

“So we’re clear on that,” she says matter-of-factly. “Nothing happened. It wasn’t- we’re going to forget this happened.”

“No, we’re not doing that,” he says softly. “I’m not going to forget this happened. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for ages, Scully. You were there in my hallway.” She looks at the floor, but he sees her nod. He takes his second big chance tonight and walks closer.

“We can leave it at that one kiss,” he says, touching her cheek. Her lips still look thoroughly kissed and he has to focus to not lose himself there again. “One spectacular kiss, I must say. But we can decide to leave it at that. If that’s what you want. I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen, Scully. I can’t.”

“I don’t want to pretend either,” she says. “I’m just not sure we should-” she looks at him and then over at the bed. Oh. Oh, she’s thinking ahead of him. This time he blushes.

“Scully, we waited all this time to kiss. We don’t- this doesn’t have to be anything but- fuck, let’s call it a goodnight kiss, all right? How about we start with that? Kissing good night?”

“A romantic and a gentleman?” There’s his Scully again, gently teasing him.

“I can be,” he says earnestly.

“Thank you,” she says. “We’re still technically on a case and- I don’t trust this bed, or the weather around here.”

“Can I give you another kiss goodnight, though, before I lay down on that not-very comfortable cot? Just in case another cow tries to kill me tonight.”

“A kiss goodnight sounds reasonable.”

And they’re reasonable people after all.

[snwusberry]

i watched it 3 times already

screenshots aren't mine

[e-squared-what-is-my-life]

taskicoral one shot?

With Pleasure :)

Today could not have been any more frustrating. Papers were being faxed left and right, orders and jobs came in just as erratically, and Froggy seemed to be just as on edge as everyone else. No one knew what was causing the influx of assassination requests, and while it was good for business, it was terrible for company morale.

Coral sighed with immense exasperation as she stepped through the door to her home, sweat running down her face and making her feel incredibly gross. She ran a hand through her hair, muttering about how much she wished she could have at least one calm day, and making her way into the kitchen. What she needed right now was nothing more than a soothing cup of tea and some time to herself.

BAM!

"Baby, have I got news for you!" Taski screamed, her smile wide and almost manic. She raced around the house in search of her girlfriend, squealing with glee upon finding her. "Guess what I managed to do!"

"Sweetie, I'm glad that you're so happy, but today has been rough and I don't know if I can-"

"We've got a week off from work!" Taski cheered, sputtering in that goofy little way of hers that Coral adored. "No responsibilities, just time for you and me to relax and catch up on anything we've wanted to talk about this past month!"

"Wait, what?! Taski, I can't afford to take a week off! We have bills to pay and groceries to buy, and-"

"Shh, calm down Floral-Coral! I got Froggy to give you paid leave!" Taski cheered, hugging Coral and sighing happily as strong arms wrapped around her as if it was second nature. "I also may or may not have told him you were pregnant to help drive the point home."

"TASKI!"

"Joking! Joking! Froggy knows we don't reproduce like the ENAs. I'm actually kinda glad about that..." Taski took a second to think before visibly and audibly shuddering. "I just told him you've been really stressed lately, and ENA's sweet wife helped drive the point home that stressed employees don't work as well!"

Coral sighed, moving a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose before nodding. "Very well. There's nothing much I can do on the matter at this point."

"Exactly! So, follow me to a room of enchantments~" Taski gently tugged on Coral's free arm, spinning so that she could lead Coral to their shared room.

"What do you have up your sleeves?" Coral asked, unable to hide the amused smirk crawling onto her face.

"Why, arms of course!" Taski replied, giggling at her own joke. "That and a wonderful day of pampering for my sweetheart."

"Oh? Well, I suppose I should prepare myself for a night of enchantment, then?" Coral spun Taski around before lifting her up, staring into the shorter woman's eyes with nothing but pure love and adoration. "Perhaps some much-needed intimacy as well?"

"If it's much-needed, then consider it done." Taski replied, her voice quiet and calm in a way that only Coral was able to experience. There was no need for eccentricities around each other, they could just be at peace. "I plan on spoiling you so much you'll forget what things were like before it."

With a flustered giggle, Coral nodded, pulling Taski in for a slow, passionate kiss before parting with a heavy blush and a wobbly smile. "I'm looking forward to it."

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

have you ever been into Naruto? I feel the amount of child soldiering and insane familial trauma would call to you

I’ve never watched it! I actually don’t know all that much about it. I got into anime when I went to college, so I feel like I missed a lot of the classics sometimes. My hero academia was actually my first anime. I’ll have to check Naruto out!

[undermine-the-instinct]

I LOVE THIS GAME

[thisismytwocents]

When life gets tough

My mind gets noisy

When everybody hates me

"They" get me.

[kairospy]

I am not afraid to contradict myself. I will ship one character with seven others just watch me

[sssammich]

sam's supercorptober 2023 fic roundup

FINALLY finished all prompts i wanted to write (shoutout to my friends to whom most of the chapters are dedicated to!)

anyway, all stories are also available on AO3 conveniently located in one place if that's more your jam. but here are the direct tumblr link versions as well.

days 2: romance, 4: money, 5: maroon, 13: spice, and 15: game aka Crepe AU: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 - kara and lena meet cute, also kara owns a food truck

day 19: hazy - semi AU where something happens with kara's memories

day 22: art - AU where kara buys a portrait of lena luthor in an estate sale

day 24: enchanted - AU where lena goes to a party and gets a psychic reading

day 30: magic - AU where the demon queen finally defeats supergirl, but it's complicated

share with your friends i'd love it and i bet they'd love it too lol anyway please enjoy and thanks in advance for reading and commenting xo

[phonydiaries]

Can you guys go read this fuckass emo boy rpf I speedwrote for a contest real quick - I endured the trauma of creating a wattpad account for this

https://www.wattpad.com/1550987958-hospital-blues

[joshsindigostreak]

Not to be a freak on main but monster romance will always have my heart and soul.

[littlelovelyspiderling]

I love their oblivious pining and endearment of one another, without comprehending the other could possibly feel the same. Uuuugh, they're so cute!!!

i don’t know which story this is referring to cuz both my most recent o r & mtry have this exact vibe haha but either way thank you so much!! 😊 i love writing oblivious pining morons

[villainhore]

solavellan smut you say? 👀

oh ALWAYS