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[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 31: When You Say The Words (I still love you)

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober25

A short all things post-ep

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How ridiculous, she thinks, as she drives away from Mulder’s apartment in the dawn, sneaking away as if she’s regretting what they did last night. She’s on autopilot, her brain repeating last night like a broken record. Daniel. Mulder. The couch. Touching. Kissing. Skin on skin. Fragments flicker before her mind’s eye, making it difficult to focus on anything else. What will Mulder think when he wakes up and finds her gone, only the scent of her left on his bedding?

She stops at a red light, staring straight ahead. I still love you - that’s what Daniel had said. That’s what he’d used to convince her to come back to him. Words that made her run - not just from him, but from her own feelings. She doesn’t love Daniel anymore. Maybe she never did. Just a foolish crush. That’s what Melissa had said back then. Oh, Melissa. How she misses her sister. If only she could talk to her now, ask for her advice. Though she knows what her sister would say. She knows what her sister would think about her leaving Mulder’s apartment without even a note.

The light turns green, and she steps on the gas. Thoughts of Daniel fade and are replaced by thoughts of Mulder. Of his strong, warm hands on her. His deep chuckle when she begged him to touch her. Her skin burns with the phantom memory of his fingers. Scully signals and realizes she’s doing it all wrong. She knew it the moment Daniel said he still loved her. Because her first thought had been that she’d never told Mulder how she feels. It had always been Mulder saying the words, never her. Even now, after consummating their relationship, she still hasn’t told him. No, instead she slipped out of his arms and out of his apartment.

She stops at a coffee shop and picks up two coffees and a Danish, feeling adventurous, invigorated. Back in the car, she turns around and drives back the way she came. She’s done running away.

Scully uses her key to let herself into the apartment. It’s still quiet, still dark inside. She puts the coffees and the Danish on the table, kicks off her heels, and gently pushes the half-open bedroom door. Mulder’s head comes up, his hair a mess, a hesitant smile on his face.

“I thought you’d gone home,” he says, voice heavy with sleep.

“I wanted to,” she says, and his smile falters. “I changed my mind. I got us coffee and a Danish.”

“Why?”

“It’s morning. I thought we could use some extra energy.” She smiles at him.

“I mean, why did you leave? Why did you come back?” She doesn’t think. Just this once, she wants her emotions to take the wheel. She takes off her blazer and crawls back into bed with him. He’s warm and safe; he’s perfect.

“I don’t know why I left,” she says quietly. “Fear, I think. But I know why I came back.”

“Are you going to share your findings with me, Agent Scully?”

“I love you,” she says with a small shrug. His face brightens, and she wonders why she ever thought this would be difficult. It’s the easiest thing in the world.

[autobot2001]

Repressed Trauma

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Helping Jamie relax.

Day 16; @ailesswhumptober: "Hold them down." @whumptober-archive: Repressed Trauma @angstober:  Not anymore @flufftober: Pillows, Plushies, Piles of Blankets @fictober-event: "I will never forget this."

“Hold her down,” a soldier says. “No, don’t do that!” Price yells. He rushes to Jamie, who is sitting on the couch. Jamie’s sudden panic attack worries everyone. They know her repressed trauma, but they’ve never seen this. They watch Price sit next to Jamie and try to help her. Ghost and Soap get everyone else to leave, while Gaz watches, uncertain how to help. Soap shares his idea with Gaz and Ghost after everyone else leaves the room. “What the hell, Soap?” Ghost asks after hearing his idea. “He might have a point,” Gaz says. “It’s silly, but that might be what Jamie needs to calm her.” “I’m not lying on the floor,” Ghost argues. “That’s what a pile of blankets is,” Soap says. Price gives them a better idea: a movie night. He tells the others to get pillows, blankets, and snacks. Once Gaz, Ghost, and Soap leave, Price returns his attention to Jamie.

A few minutes pass. Price and Soap sit on either side of Jamie. Gaz and Ghost sit next to Soap. They all have a blanket on their laps and wrap Jamie in one. “Is she still panicking?” Ghost asks. “Not anymore,” Price says. “But she’s not relaxed yet.” The movie starts. Jamie watches the film with the others. Two hours later, the four men see that Jamie is asleep. “I will never forget this,” Gaz says. “I never want to see her panic like that again.” Ghost, Price, and Soap agree. They hope Jamie won’t deal with panic attacks, but they know her repressed trauma is a problem.

[summersnow82]

Yusuke Urameshi's All-Night Demon Cafe

Fanfiction_Yu yu Hakusho

Fictober 2025_Prompt 2: "This is new."

Summary: Hiei, Kurama, and Jin respond to a mysterious invitation.

Author’s note: I love cozy, happy, future Yusuke stories. I just can’t help myself.

Kurama looked down at the invitation, and then back up at the shop in front of him. “This has to be a mistake,” he said to Hiei, who stood beside him holding his own invitation.

“Mmmm,” was all the smaller demon would say.

Kurama looked back down at the invitation to confirm the address, date, and time all of which were correct, then cast his eyes back up to the shop sign. In bright green bold letters it read “Yusuke Urameshi’s All-Night Demon Cafe.”

“He must be joking,” Hiei finally said. A burst of wind caused them to shield their eyes for a moment, and then the demon Jin was standing before them.

“It’s no joke, friends,” he piped in. “Word has traveled all over the Spirit Realm.” He flashed them a toothy grin. “Shall we go in?”

Kurama inclined his head, and gave Shin a friendly smile. “Of course.”

The trio could hear the lively chatter coming from the restaurant before they even opened the door, but it couldn’t prepare them for the scene that lay before them. “What the… ,” Hiei began, eyes wide. Kurama blinked a number of times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, and Jin let out a bright laugh. The shop itself wasn’t anything fancy; in fact, it looked like most traditional restaurants. Tables, booths, bright lights, minimal décor. The most shocking thing about the restaurant were the patrons. All over were demons of various colors, sizes, and levels of attractiveness.

“Well,” said Kurama, after taking a few moments to compose himself. “This is new.”

From the open kitchen in the back an aging man with black hair raised his arm to wave hello. “Hey! You made it!” Yusuke may be getting older, but he was still as handsome, loud, and charming as ever. He waved them over to a reserved table, and slid into a chair grinning widely. “Thanks for coming, guys!”

Hiei was still taking the place in, but he seemed calmer now. Jin was just as thrilled to see Yusuke as Yusuke was to see him, and Kurama gave them a few minutes to get their greetings out of the way. Time may have passed, but they were both still young at heart. When the duo finally settled down Kurama asked the question he’d been dying to ask from the moment he’d received the invitation.

“May I ask what inspired this new venture?”

Yusuke shrugged. “Well, you know I had another ramen shop, right?” The others nodded. “Well, all these demons kept coming in to challenge me to a fight. I guess they were trying to build their street cred, or whatever.” He reclined back in his chair, shrugging. “Anyway, Rae took care of most of them, but others were more interested in the food I made instead of fighting. I’d offer them a bowl for their trouble or to make ‘em feel better since they weren’t going to get the fight they wanted, and a lot of ‘em came back.”

“Really?”

Yusuke nodded. “Then they started bringing their friends, and before I knew it I had more late-night foot traffic from demons than daytime human customers. So,” he gestured around himself. “I came up with this. What d’ya think?” The smile on his face told them he was very satisfied with himself regardless of their thoughts.

“I think you’re insane,” Hiei announced the same time Jin said, “I think it’s brilliant, Urameshi.”

Yusuke turned his eyes to Kurama, and waited for him to share his thoughts. The red-haired demon sat back, and took the shop in again. So many demons in one room, and no one was fighting. In fact, most of them seemed downright jovial. Kurama couldn’t help but smile; for as long as he’d known Yusuke the Spirit Detective had been building bridges and making a better way for the people around him. Why should it surprise him if Yusuke did it through an all-night diner?

“I think,” he began, leaning back in his chair, “that I’m absolutely famished. Can I see a menu?”

[small-tragedies]

Fictober 2025: Day Three: “I don’t need a reason.”

Fanfiction: One-Shot.

Fandom: Bob's Burgers (Cartoon)

Pairing: Louise Belcher/Logan Bush.

Rating: General Audiences.

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply.

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[brainhurtyqueen]

Fictober 2025: Day Two: “This is new.”

Fanfiction: One-Shot.

Fandom: Haunted Hotel (Cartoon).

Pairing: Abaddon/Esther (Haunted Hotel).

Rating: Mature.

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply.

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[phoebezu]

Fictober 2025: #2 “This is new.”

Something New

Fandom: Trigger Point (TV 2022) Relationship: Lana Washington & Billy Washington Language: English Words: 300

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[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 30: Do You Trust Me?

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober25

A post-ep for How The Ghost Stole Christmas.

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With their gifts unwrapped and Mulder’s nose buried in the book she got him, Scully realizes she doesn’t want this moment to end. She pictures him as a young child, early on Christmas morning, tearing through gifts. Wonders how he’d be with children of his own. She shakes her head, refusing to go down that path now.

“Mulder, come with me to my mom’s,” she says, breaking the spell. Mulder lifts his eyes to her, blinking in surprise.

“I’ve already taken up too much of your time. Go and have fun with your family.”

“My mom invited you.” As she does every year.

“Only to be polite.”

“Mulder, do you trust me?” He puts a finger between two pages of his book and stares at her as if she’s just grown two heads.

“Of course I trust you.”

“Then trust me when I say that my mom wants you there. If we leave now, we can just about make it in time.”

“But-”

“Trust me, Mulder.”

His only answer is a sigh.

While Scully knows her mother loves Mulder dearly and has invited him over for Christmas, Thanksgiving, and countless Sunday dinners, she still feels his tension seep into her as they stand before the festively decorated front door. All her worries melt away, though, when her mother opens the door. Her smile brightens, and tears well up in her eyes. Instead of hugging her daughter, she takes Mulder into her arms, hugging him with all her might.

“I’m so glad you’re both here. Come in, come in.”

Mulder clings to Scully’s arm as they join her family and a few of her mother’s church friends for the festivities. He’s introduced as her partner, but several hours and too many iterations later, he’s turned into her boyfriend. The first time an elderly woman from church addresses him as such, he starts stuttering, trying to find the right words. Scully puts a hand on his knee, calming him.

“Just let them,” she says in a whisper. The huge smile on his face feels like another Christmas gift. For the rest of the day, he’s the best fake boyfriend she’s ever had. He’s attentive and charming with her, sweet and generous with the various kids and relatives.

“Maggie, your son-in-law is a delight. What’s his name again?” Scully hears one of the women say in the kitchen. She twists her head to catch her mother’s reaction. She’s cool as a cucumber, drying dishes, and winking at her daughter before she answers.

“His name is Fox and he’s a wonderful man.” With a deep pink blush on her face, Scully leaves the kitchen to rescue Mulder from grabby toddler hands.

“I haven’t had a Christmas this fun in years.” He’s smiling, and she wonders if he knows that one of the kids has smeared chocolate on his forehead.

“Well, from the looks of it, you might have to attend every family function from now on.” Mulder tilts his head, giving her a questioning look. “Kitchen consensus is that we’re as good as married.”

“Oh,” he says. “Oh,” he repeats and grins at her.

[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 8: Your Hand Around My Heart (I know it seems imposible)

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober25

Goes canon divergent in "One Son"

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"Scully, you're making this personal." His words sting and leave a mark on her. Nausea rolls over her as tears prick her eyes. What can she say? How can she make him see, understand? All the words have left her. She knows what she should say. What she should admit to him. In her mind, all of this went differently. So differently.

"Can you- can you give us a moment?" Scully asks the Gunmen and she sees the surprise on Byer's face, the reluctance on Frohike's. She wanted to do this here, with them present, to have backup. But she's not ready to share her secret with them yet. Hell, she's not even ready to share it with Mulder.

"Come on, guys," Byers says and leads his two friends into another room. As soon as the door clicks shut, Scully faces Mulder.

"Can't promise you they won't be listening anyway," he says and his voice still has an edge to it.

"It's important." The nausea rumbles again, and she clings to the edge of the table.

"Are you- shit, Scully, are you sick?"

"No." It doesn't sound convincing at all. All color vanishes from his face. He takes her hand into his and leads her outside into a small yard she's never seen before.

"They cannot see or hear us here," he promises. "What is going on, Scully? This isn't like you. I know you don't like Diana, but she's my friend and I- it doesn't matter. You're really not sick?" Her hand is still in his and she's not sure he's aware of it. His eyes are pleading with hers. It's the Mulder she'd hoped to see tonight. Only that it's a little too late.

"Do you remember the night the office burned down?"

"I do," he says carefully, his eyes fixated on hers. They were that night too. Silently asking her to hold him. In the end, they held each other. Lips found lips, but no words were spoken. Clothes were discarded, bodies shared. Afterwards, they left that night in the ashes.

Until now.

"A week ago, I saw a doctor. I've been feeling nauseated and tired. I thought that maybe..."

"That your cancer was back." She nods.

"It's not," she assures him. "It's, um, something else."

"Are you going to make me guess?"

"I wasn't going to tell you tonight. Not with Diana and everything. But... then when you said I was making it personal, I realized I can't keep it from you any longer. We never discussed the possibility, and I know it sounds impossible, but Mulder," she stops, catches her breath. In a second, their lives will change forever.

"I'm pregnant, Mulder."

"You're- that is," Mulder stutters, his expression caught between disbelief and amazement.

"I'm telling you because you deserve to know. But Mulder, after tonight, I don't know where- there are things to figure out." She slips her hand out of his.

"It is personal for me, Mulder. The question is, what is it to you? What," she chokes on her words, "what am I to you?" The tears flow freely as she turns away from him. He doesn't follow her back inside.