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tipitip213 · 2 months

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Türbanlı Ana Kız 2

Evet sevgili türban sever arkadaşlar geçen hafta anlattığım öykünün ikinci yarısına hoş geldiniz…. Geçen öykümde anlattığım olaylara kaldığım yerden devam ediyorum.Hilale tattırdığım ve tattığım zevklerden ve deneyimlerden sonra Hilali yaklaşık 2 hafta hiç görmedim yaşadıklarımız nasıl bir tesir bıraktı bilemem ancak ben o aldığım zevki düşünüp günde en az 3 kere 31 çekmeye başlamıştım ama yinede Hilalin yüzünü dahi görememek beni meraklandırmaya başlamıştı zira yaşadıklarımızı babasına anlatırsa herhalde hayatımın kaydığı an olurdu .Merakla ve korkuyla geçen günlerimin sonunda kapımın altından evime atılmış bir mektup buldum,mektubu Hilal yazmıştı ve kısaca yaptıklarından pişman olmadığını ama yinede en büyük sırdaşım ve arkadaşım dediği annesinden bu durumu gizlemesinin onu nedenli üzdüğünü yazıyordu ve bir müddet için şehir dışına çıkacağını belirtiyordu. Mektup karşısında ne yapacağımı şaşırmıştım ama Hilalin şehir dışına çıkacak olması beni de rahatlatmıştı doğrusu. Sonra bir gün apartmanın önüne bir taksi geldi Hilal valizlerini yerleştirip annesiyle vedalaştıktan sonra babasıyla beraber uzaklaştı.Tam o anda beni dehşete düşüren bir olay oldu.Annesi uzaklaşan taksiye doğru bakarken yavaş yavaş kafasını yukarı kaldırdı ve benim evin penceresine doğru baktı,bende o sırada perdenin arkasından aşağıya bakıyordum ve bir an göz göze geldik ben korkuyla içeri doğru çekildim ama o mavi gözlerin takibinden kurtulamadığımı hissediyordum.Ne olmuştu acaba niye evime baktı yoksa bir göz yanılsaması mıydı belki de başka bir yere bakmıştı, hala hiçbir şeyden haberi yoktu herhalde evet evet haberi yoktur diye düşündüm.Ama içimi de içten içe bir şeyler kemiriyordu ve ne yapacağımı bilemiyordum . Böylece gün akşam oldu ne gelen vardı ne giden biraz rahatlamıştım .Sonra gece saat 11 gibi falan aklıma bir şey geldi, Hilalin anesi yani Beyza Hanımın yatak odası benim oturma odamın bitişiğindeki odaydı sanırsam hemen steteskopumu aldım ve odanın duvarına dayayarak odadaki sesleri dinlemeye başladım.Oda ne ? tam muhabbetin ortasına düşmüşüm , 50 yaşlarındaki adamın aç bacaklarını dedikten bir müddet sonra sevgilim oh canım gibi sesler çıkarak Beyza Hanımı siktiğini anladım,ama kadından gık çıkmıyordu sonra kısa bir müddet sonra sesler tamamen kesildi ve bir horultu başladı moruk bir iki dakika içinde alacağını almış sonrada yatmıştı galiba. Bende hakkımda herhangi bir şey konuşulmamanın verdiği rahatlıkla bir güzel oturdum 31 çekmeye başladım ama yinede içim sıkkındı çünkü Hilalim , yani 31 kaynağım artık yoktu. Uzun zamandır uykularım kaçtığı için o gece derin bir uyku uyumuşum .

Ertesi gün zil sesiyle uyandım kapıcı sabah ekmeğini getirdiği için aheste aheste kalktım üstümde sadece don olmasına karşın kapıyı açtım birde ne göreyim karşımda bir çift mavi göz hemen toparlanıp kapının arkasına kaçtım , karşımda sert bakışlarıyla Beyza Hanım duruyordu, hiçbir şey diyemiyordum.Yüzüme küçümseyerek baktı ve biraz sonra konuşmak için geleceğini ve 10 dakika içinde hazırlanmam gerektiğini söyledi.Sonra arkasını döndü ve evine girdi.Ben kapıyı kapattım resmen şok geçiriyordum çünkü kendimi artık bitmiş bir insan olarak görüyordum kocası duyarsa kesin bir tarafımı kesip elime verirdi çünkü.İçeri girdim saate baktım saat nerdeyse 12 olmuştu, demek çok derin uyumuştum.Sonra odama gittim altıma yazlık bir şort giydim , üstüme de bir gömlek çektim .Salona gidip koltuğa yığıldım ve celladımı beklemeye başladım.Hiçbir şey düşünemiyordum ve tam o sırada kapı tekrar çalındı kapıyı açtığımda Beyza Hanımı gördüm beni tepeden aşağıya süzdü , mahcup bir şekilde içeri buyur ettim oda içeri girdi.Hiçbir şey söylemeden içeri girip bir koltuğa oturdu bende karşısında dikildim.Bir an sessizlik oldu sonra yavaşça konuşmaya başladı.Kızına ne yaptığımı sordu ben bir şey yapmadım dedim ama kızının aynı şeyleri söylemediğini anlattı.Sonra bana ne sordu buyurursunuz ??? Kızıma yaptıklarının aynısını bana da anlatıcaksın ki kızımın bir yalan söyleyip söylemediğini anlayayım,başına ne getirmişsin bileyim dedi.Ben çok utanmıştım konuşmanın başından beri yüzüne doğru dürüst bakamamıştım bile, bu soru üzerine kafamı utançla kaldırdım mavi gözlerini üzerime dikmişti ve olup biteni anlatmaya başladım.Yavaşça nasıl bacaklarını okşadığımı baldırlarını nasıl öptüğümü ısrarlı dillemelerime dayanamayarak nasıl şeftalisini bana sunduğunu ve sonunda amını nasıl yaladığımı, sonra o muhteşem göğüslerini nasıl emdiğimi zevkin doruklarına geldiğimizde nasıl götünü siktiğimi en son ayrıntısına kadar anlattım.

Bunları anlatırken kızının yaptığımız şeyden nasıl zevk aldığını da ballandıra ballandıra anlatıyordum .Anlattıklarımı dinlerken bakışlarının yavaş yavaş daha da sertleştiğini bir yandan da içinde bir şeylerin alevlendiğini hissediyordum.En sonunda ayağa kalktı yüzüme öfkeyle baktı bağıra bağıra kendisinin 16 yaşında evlendiğini ve şimdiye kadar bir kez bile orgazmı tatmamasına karşın böyle ahlaksızca bir şeyler yaşamadığını ve kızını baş dan çıkardığımı söyledi, kapıya doğru çıkmak için yöneldi tam yanımdan geçerken belki de gidip başka birisine söylemesinden korkduğum için kolundan sıkıca tutuverdim,döndü korkarak yüzüme baktı.Ne yapacağımı bilemiyordum, ama yüzüne ilk baktığımda hemen dikkatimi çeken dolgun ve nerdeyse mor renkdeki dudaklarına yapışıverdim bir anda şiddetle kendini itti yüzüme baktı ve dönüp kaçmak istedi ancak ardından atıldım ve arkadan sarıldım sikim iri götüne değince bir anda şaha kalktı, bir kolumla sıkıca belinden tutup kendime çekiyordum bir elimle de siyah gömleğinin düğmeleri arasından göğüslerine dalmıştım, sütyeninin danteli elime gelir gelmez iyice iştahlandım ve avucuma gelen iri göğüsünü kuvvetlice sıktım.Bir çığlık attı ama bağıramadı çünkü benim evimde bu şekilde yakalansak herhalde evime gelişinin nedenini anlatamaz rezil olurdu herkese .Bir elimle göğüslerini okşarken diğer elimi de belinden kasıklarına indirmiştim bile siyah dar türbanlı eteğinin baldırlarını saklayan kısmını kuvvetlice kavramış ve diri bacakları morartırcasına sıkmaya başlamıştım ayakta, bu arada yarrağım da boş durmuyor götünün tam arasına bastırdıkça bastırıyordum .Yalvarmaya başladı ve direncini bıraktı bende salondaki yatağa çektim ve yavaşça oturttum.Mavi gözlerini bana dikti, aramızda açıklanamaz bir elektrik vardı az önce olanlardan heyecanlanmıştı ama korkuyordu da şortumu aşağı indirdim ve yarrağımı ağzına doğru uzattım önce bana baktı sonra başını öne eğdi türbanı hafiften kaymıştı gözlerini göremiyordum ama yarrağıma baktığını iyi biliyorum sonra baktım hareket etmiyor elimle dudaklarımı okşayıp ağzını açtım sonrada yarrağı ağzına sürdüm em dedim biraz sertce ve başı gidip gelmeye dudakları ve dili arasında yarrağımı hareketlendirmeye başladı, ağzını sikmek çok hoşuma gitmişti ama daha malın diğer kısımlarını görmemiştim henüz.Ağzından çıkarıp ayağa kaldırdım Beyza Hanımın üstündeki siyah gömleği çıkarınca iri göğüsleriyle karşılaştım, türbanının hemen altında iki dik kafa bana bakıyordu hemen sütyenini ğöğüs uçlarının altına çektim ve emmeye başladım ayakta öylece belki 10 dakika hem avuçlarımda sıkarak hem de emerek Beyza türbanlısını havaya sokmaya uğraştım ama banamısın demedi. Sonra eteğinide çıkardım hiç sesini çıkarmadı salondaki kanepeye uzattım ve bacaklarını açtım ayak parmaklarından başlayarak tüm bacaklarını ve baldırlarını yalamaya başladım,yaklaşık bir 15 dakika kadar bacaklarında dolaştım durdum ,bir an yüzüne baktım ve beni seyreden bir çift heyecanlı gözle karşılaştım o an onunda zevk almaya başladığını anladım.Sonra amının çevresinde dilimle oyunlarla yapmaya başladım amının çevresinde dilimi dolaştırıyor ama içine dokunmuyordum çarşaflım iyice heyecanlanmaya başlamıştı nefes alış verişlerini kontrol edemiyor gitgide kendini daha da çok kaptırıyordu sikişe , en sonunda dilimin ucunu amının içine değdirdim ve o an ilk zevk çığlığını attı, artık kendini tutamıyor ve sikişden aldığı zevki haykırıyordu, sonunda daha fazla kendini tutamadı şiddetli bir sarsılıştan sonra zevk suyunu bırakıverdi . Nefesi kesilecek sandım 34 yaşında ilk orgazmını yaşatmıştım kahpeye , sonra deminden beri sırasını bekleyen sikimi gösterdim ona, ben bir şey yapmadan ayağa kalktı ve önümde domaldı amı arkadan daha da güzel görünüyordu önce kızını götten sikmiştim şimdi anası önümde amını sunuyordu bana bende kalçaların tutup yarrağı bir anda içine gömdüm sabrım kalmamıştı ama bir yandan da ikinci kez boşaltmak istiyordum Çarşaflı Beyza Kahpesini ve amını dövmeye başladım arkadan kendimi hiç sıkmadan ve geciktirmeye çalışarak yaklaşık 10 dakka siktim bir elimle yularından tutar gibi türbanına yapışmıştım bir eliml

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randomfoggytiger · 6 months

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X-Files Collector’s Edition: Curated melforbes

Ahhh, the beautifully atmospheric works of @melforbes. When I think of this writer's work, scent comes to my mind, first-- the clear, cold salt of a spring beach, the buzzed and antiseptic smell of the hospital, the bubbling richness of home-cooked meals, the fear-sweat of anticipation and domestic secrets-- followed swiftly by the innumerable fics about Mulder and Scully living something approaching a normal life. What's not to love?

Loose chronological order below~

@melforbes/@claup/everydaymsr (Ao3, WBM)

Christmas: A Symphony of Four Years

S1: ""I got you something,” he said as she donned her coat in the basement-office, as she wondered just how much snow was falling outside.""

Snow, Late February

Cancer Arc: ""Though he’d originally offered to sit with her during her chemotherapy, she’d deflected and asked him to drive her home instead; while she sat in that dreadful ward with all the other dreadful people undergoing the same dreadful treatment as she, she didn’t want him to see her lurch with nausea, didn’t want him to watch as she kept her eyes downcast and away from the women who were far deeper into treatment than she was. Then again, were any of these people worse off than she was?""

seaglass blue

Cancer Arc, AU: ""As they leave the church, their hands clasped in a bashful and half-hidden way, aimlessly thanking the overheard congratulations as they walk down the front steps, he asks her, So where to now? And she’s quiet as she slows her pace, and she brings their clasped hands behind themselves, as if hiding from herself, as if almost embarrassed, but when he looks into her eyes, he understands the embarrassment, the strange vulnerability of really caring about something, about someone. She looks at him wide-eyed and grows tense because she knows that he will give her whatever she asks for....

She doesn’t know where he’ll sleep tonight. They’ve kissed exactly once, and in a church no less. She could ask him to take her to the moon, and unfortunately, he would say, Well, I know a guy who….

“The ocean,” she manages, the parish behind her echoing with sentiments that don’t make any sense. This is the most chaste wedding they’ve ever seen, she thinks, then feels as if the exact opposite of that statement is true. “I’d like to go to the ocean.""

anesis

Post Redux II: ""the room was dark as she pulled “new skin for the old ceremony” off of the shelf, and in the kitchen, there was a plate of warm cookies waiting for them, maggie’s little way of convincing mulder that he was welcome here even if bill was still in town, still celebrating his sister’s miraculous recovery, and still questioning how exactly she could have been saved. with the sky turning to an evening red, she took the record out of the sleeve, her hands as graceful and steady as a surgeon’s, and when she brought it onto the aging record player, she seemed practiced in her motions until she set the needle down midway through the first song, skipping the introduction altogether.""

Oponthoud

S5?""He couldn't read the little guidebook to the Van Gogh museum because it was all in Dutch, so he followed her aimlessly through the exhibits. A museum of the world, not just of the country, he knew this was, but unfortunately, the art was wasted on him. Though she fit in here, a well-dressed woman in black pants and a cowl-neck sweater that made her look, in his opinion, like a casual supermodel, he was an outcast, a guy with holes in his coat who was tugged around by the prettiest girl in the room.""

Anonymous said: cold, ocean, phonebook

Drive: ""As dusk settled over the Californian sea beyond her, she flipped through a phonebook, thought of keywords for what she wanted: milkshakes, family-owned, titled as Chuck’s Place or Beverly’s Diner or even The Greasy Spoon. Biting her lip in concentration, she counted the waves beyond her little payphone, measured time with them as she looked over all of the listed restaurants from here to San Francisco. Loleta was an odd combination of seaside and rustic, rich and unpopulated; if she wanted a diner, she would have to drive, and after that day, she didn’t want to be stuck behind a wheel any longer than was absolutely necessary.""

in the woods

S7: ""he sets a steaming mug on the coffee-table beside her, the scent of hot chocolate curling her lips up. last night, he made them rib-eyes with spinach and mashed potatoes, used that ridiculously expensive grass-fed butter and everything; she picks up the mug, takes a creamy sip, and decides that she can summarize this weekend with the word rich.""

DC Cherry Blossoms

S7: ""it was late april in 1999 when padgett - or, rather, whoever was involved with padgett - tried to steal her heart, and as he remembers finding her covered in blood on the floor of his apartment, his heart speeds up anxiously; that night, she asked him to take her home, asked him to walk her up to her apartment, asked if he wouldn’t mind spending the night, so of course, he spent the night.... by six in the morning, she finally spoke.

“mulder?” he could remember her saying, his surname breaking the heavy silence in her home.

he hummed a response, faced her in bed.

“when do the botanical gardens open?""

What happens when mulder tries to wake Scully up? Or vice versa

S7: ""the last time one of these mornings occurred, she left the house in a pajama top by accident and had to drive back to change. after living with her for years, he’s developed a way to cope with mornings like this, so he stands up, sets her tea down on their bureau, and comes back over to the bed.

“scully, you need to get up,” he says with just a hint of glee; this is his last warning.""

Hesitation

S9, AU: ""though he wants to call out in search of her, he stays quiet, leaves the paper on the kitchen table, heads upstairs to see if will’s asleep. along the upstairs hallway, she hung pictures of him and his sister together along with her family’s various christmas cards of yore; though he thought looking at photographs of the dead would bring a darkness he disliked into their home, he pauses at the pictures, smiles softly at how bright samantha’s eyes had been.""

Unnamed

S9, AU: ""Softly, he grips onto Will, stands up slowly in hope that their son will stay asleep in his arms. “When have we ever been cranky in the morning?”

At that, she gives him a look, but the smile he returns makes her soften.

“He read the first two pages all by himself,” Mulder beams, walking toward the stairs while Will sleeps against his chest; she follows him closely, trying to keep her footsteps quiet.""

taking a pregnancy test

Post S9: ""then, she leaves quickly, heads toward the gas station quick-mart in front of them. as she walks away, she tries and fails to keep her gait confident; though she wants him to think she's indifferent, the sheer possibility of this has tears stinging her eyes. the terrible beauty of a second chance makes her feel as though the world isn't so bad anymore, as though they could live in peace together for the rest of their lives. though she knows she should feel empty from all that has been taken from her, the idea alone makes her feel whole. despite how she wishes she didn't, she wants this so badly with him.""

19 please :)

Pre-IWTB: ""i like it,” he says through a mouthful; she stares up at the ceiling, her eyes softly transfixed on how white and unmoving such a thing can be. while they travelled, she stole and read a copy of american gods, could remember how shadow kept seeing little things that made him remember he was no longer in prison; the house keys, the car she bought in her own name using her own bank card, being able to order a pizza over the phone, the heady silence only known as home, they all came back to her with a frightening familiarity...""

where i live, it's snowing

Pre-IWTB: ""he could at least do the housework, keeping the sheets soft and clean, passing her a fresh towel as she stepped out of a steaming bath, washing the dishes even though he sorely despised the chore. however, no matter how educated he could grow in the ways of living far away from other people, there were some things that required more than just a manual saw and a geezer.

“don’t call yourself a geezer,” she’d said while they’d watched their neighbors, outfitted with a chainsaw and young men’s naive muscles, chop the fallen tree from an environmental disruption to easily-burned wood.""

in the heat

Pre-IWTB: ""she pretends to stare at her watch, as though she were actually counting the minutes before he came out of the water; taking up a spot by her hips, daggoo sits on her towel, anticipating everything in a mirror-image of mulder himself. finally, she looks away from her watch, sucks her lips in as she says, “time’s up.”

then, his smile grows wider as he reaches down, takes off her sunglasses and leaves them on the towel; in swift motions, he picks her up, then throws her over his shoulder, walks straight for the water. as he starts to wade in, she can’t stop laughing.""

at night

Pre-IWTB: ""around eleven-thirty, something stirs him from sleep; groggily, he looks around for a cause, sees scully sitting up in bed. if it's passed eleven and scully isn't asleep, then there's a definitive reason, so he slowly sits up and joins her.""

having lunch

Pre-IWTB: ""the first thing she finds is a little sticky note, i love you! written on it in mulder’s handwriting.""

sunday, 3am

Pre-IWTB: ""It’s okay,” he whispered, the bag of ice in his hand hovering before her, his brain buzzing in the overtired way he used to feel accustomed to. If his circadian rhythms were reliable, then he and his body estimated that three in the morning, maybe half past, had come and gone. A long time ago, she’d told him that keeping lights on from the nighttime hours of ten-to-ten harmed the brain’s ability to produce melatonin, but he figured that light would be the least of their worries tonight.""

downpour, early october

Pre-IWTB: ""his phone on speaker and left on the kitchen counter, he'd chopped vegetables for dinner while talking to her, his knife-cuts careful and slow. age had made his hands clumsy, as she so loved to point out when he got a little too cocky with his chopping. after last week's stitches incident, his thumb still intact but just barely, he wouldn't take any chances.""

saying "I love you" without saying anything at all

Pre-IWTB: ""...she’s stuck in stopped bumper-to-bumper traffic on the highway, her eyes closing in annoyance that an accident just had to occur after her bad day at work. thankfully, the guy ahead of her lets his brake-lights off; they’re finally moving. she sighs in thankfulness, but nonetheless, she knows it’s going to be a long drive home.

her purse is on the passenger’s seat, so she figures that reaching into it and taking her phone out so that she can call mulder is a good idea; she could dial his number in her sleep, so she barely has to look at the screen as she starts to make the call.""

at starbucks

Pre-IWTB: ""her drink always comes up first, and as she picks up the cup, she immediately takes off its lid, sighs at the sight of whipped cream on top. though she always makes it clear that she doesn’t want whipped cream, she’s rarely gotten a coffee without the dollop on top.""

Bubbles!

Post IWTB: ""she presses against the water with her hands, moves away from you while you look in between sea-fans and fire corals. though you’re thankful for the change, for the difference, you know these colors could never exist in the states, at least not in the part of the states where you both live, no matter how greatly you wish they would. out there, everything is grassy and earthy, the colors being those of mountains, canyons, freshwater lakes, but here, cold and warm fluorescents light up the strangely-blue water, and though you’re wearing goggles, the world comes through in perfectly clear technicolor. the fish are like pizza shop open signs, the reefs textured and endless, the sand flitted with pink flecks that shine out most when they’re stuck to her hands. after the bout of winter you’ve had in virginia, the warmth and vibrance of the maldives feel life-affirming, the combination acting as a brash awakening to the varying beauties of the world. you’re glad that your first true vacation together was to somewhere that feels like another planet.""

at the beach

Post IWTB: ""he'll call their order in eventually, but for now, he just wants to sit by the ocean and hold her warm hand. with the scent of the sea, the sound of her breathing, and the taste of sweet lemonade on his tongue, he feels relaxation deep in his bones. though he's always searched for life on other planets - and though this planet has recently given him reasons to look elsewhere based on the news - there are some parts of his life on this planet that leave him in joyful wonder, in awe of how beautiful and pure these pleasures feel.""

anabiosis

Post IWTB: ""...he stumbled over his shed pants and leaned too hard against her bedside table. at the time, she huffed a laugh, then ignored the piece of furniture altogether.

they only noticed that i was broken the next morning when she didn’t hear her alarm go off. though scully had remembered to clean out the fridge and take out the trash, she’d forgotten to empty the glass of water she kept on her bedside table, so when she stared down at the table, now a pile splintering and aged wood, she saw unrepairable cracks, a wet spot, and an unsalvageable clock.""

How about if they try running together? Are they adorably frustrated with the height difference?

Post IWTB: ""though she invests in nice running clothes - most of them are incredibly expensive and from that one brand, something about lemons - he’s all about the cotton tee shirt and basketball shorts. however, this specific pair of basketball shorts has seen better days, probably ones sometime around 1995 or 1996. these shorts don’t stretch much anymore and have quite a bit of trouble staying up; she giggles under her breath whenever he has to pull them up.""

at a motel

Post IWTB: ""when he wakes, her side of the bed is empty, cold, and still a little damp; getting up, he looks through the sliding glass doors of their room, can just make out her red hair in the fog. her back to him, she stands just at the edge of the rocky beach beyond their motel, her gaze focused on the ocean. as pisces as can be, he smiles to himself as he puts on his shirt and shoes, then goes out to meet her.

they’re in new brunswick, but the weather and the surroundings still feel like maine, where they passed through in order to get here.""

beneath the stars

Post IWTB: ""we should install a skylight."

"we can't install a skylight."

"why not?"

"because above us is the attic, not the roof. all we would get is a view of what we have stored up there.""

coming home

Post IWTB: ""when she arrives home, her raincoat’s hood up to shield her from the unyielding downpour, he’s standing in the kitchen, a little cooking stain on his shirt; he stirs a large pot of soup, what he figures she’ll want after a long, cold day. as she steps out of her shoes - little duck-boots, too short to be worn in snow but the perfect height to wear when she needed to wear dress-slacks in the rain - and sheds her coat, he asks, “how was work?""

at chipotle

Post IWTB: ""he hovers behind her, both a step too far away and a step too close. as she’s complained before, these franchises are so loud, but they’re the healthiest fast-food she’s managed to find.""

at whole foods

Post IWTB: ""but scientists could’ve had their livelihood hinging on it, scully!” he says as she sighs but smiles, for she can’t take him into this store without having him notice something and go on and on about it until they’ve checked out. last time, he scrutinized over the bulk food section and how so many different varieties of the same-colored rice they had.""

malneirophrenia

Post IWTB: ""she looks to him, then leaps down the porch-steps and races out into the grass.

she’s barefoot. she never goes barefoot.

as he always will, he follows her, his bare feet and aging heart protesting as he tries to catch up with her. though she’s tiny, she’s fast, faster than he can remember her being.""

having coffee

Post IWTB: ""she ducks into the shop, mulder at her heels as she closes the front door behind them; he retracts their umbrella, one that hardly kept them dry given the blustering winds outside. they came out here to damascus with the plan of hiking over the three-day weekend; however, the weather has had other ideas for them, has kept them holed up at an inn and reading in bed while the peak fall foliage rustles about outside.""

at the ballet

Post IWTB: ""he's not one for fine arts, particularly the modern or performance-based ones, but a month beforehand, she mentioned that she would love to take in a ballet, so here they are, him wearing a sport-coat and a tie she'd given him years beforehand, her wearing a little black dress and nude pumps.""

true minds (Ao3)

Post IWTB: ""There's..."

She paused, took a breath.

"I'd like to see something," she gave. "In the city."

"Are you asking me to go with you?"

She paused again.

"Yes," she gave, emphasis on the fricative, "but I'm not sure it's something you'd like to see."

"Is the ballet in town?" he half-joked.

"Meet me at the hospital as soon as you can?""

cioppino

Post IWTB: ""the flourless chocolate cake is settling in the fridge; the homemade gelato from that place she loves in town is milling about in the freezer; he baked fresh bread this morning, iced a bottle of sparkling cider just in case. now, he simply needs the cioppino to cooperate, and then, the night will be set, all of his variables taken care of; after that, all he needs to do is wait for her response.

he got the ring three days ago, claimed he was borrowing her car so that he could help an old lady from the library shovel her driveway.""

in sickness

Post IWTB: ""yesterday, scully came home with a cough, said that she must've picked something up from a kid in the emergency room; after calling in to say that she wouldn't be working the next day - she tended to play it safe when it came to sickness - she retired for the evening, her dinner being warm soup mulder made and served to her in bed; she was too thankful for the gesture than to complain that the vegetables weren't fully cooked. then, she mixed some honey and herbs - it was just a little cough, she swore, and all she needed was something to suppress it so that she could sleep - and went to bed with him alongside her. for hours, he knew she couldn't sleep, couldn't stop coughing long enough to let herself fall asleep. at one in the morning, he propped her up with some extra pillows, let her curl up next to him as she cringed against each cough.""

reazione

Post IWTB: ""for the nine hours they spent on a plane, he never once sought out entertainment.

“and that’s a redox reaction,” scully explained over a series of inked and torn-up cocktail napkins, each advertising coca cola, deliziosa e rinfrescante in red text on one corner. “it involves a transfer of electrons, thus changing the oxidation number of the molecule.”

“so you lose or gain one?” mulder asked, the lighting above their economy-class - her insistence - seats sparse and dim, making him squint from behind his reading glasses.""

on a bad day

Post Home Again: ""scully?” he asks, his voice softer than before, more aware. though he knows what day it is, he also knows that she’s best off when he doesn’t talk about it, when he lets her work and get through the day in whichever way she chooses. however, he cares deeply, sometimes to a fault, so now, he seems to see that there’s cause for concern. “are you alright?"

then, she fully gives in to the sobs, hunches over on her desk, pushes that stupid salad out of the way. he can hear her - she knows that much for sure - but he stays silent nonetheless, waits for her to speak first. in between sobs, she wipes away tears, manages, "i miss my sister.""

Love your stories! Please post one of your 'Scully is sick and Mulder takes care of her' fics...

Revival: ""doctors make the worst patients, scully told him once during their days working the x-files. there’s something about understanding what is wrong with you, he surmises, that makes enduring something like the flu all the more traumatic; though you may know exactly what is happening in your body, you still can’t stop it from happening.""

on his birthday

Revival: ""what’re you going to wish for?”

the reality is that there is nothing more he wants right now, nothing more he knows he can have. of course, he wishes for things like world peace and…he wishes things were never so dire or dark for either of them, summarizes all of those wishes with just that line. however, of the things he could wish for or want for his future, there is nothing, not when he has their life together. however, that’s all beside the point, so he asks, “don’t people usually sing before you blow out the candles?""

on sunday morning

Revival: ""when she wakes, he’s sitting up in bed, his book in hand, daggoo at his feet.

“good morning,” he says softly as soon as she stirs; while she looks up at him, he looks down, smiles a quiet, warm smile just for her.

though she has woken up this way for many mornings now, has grown accustomed to sleeping next to him, there nonetheless remains an exquisite sense of peace within her whenever she wakes up next to him.""

Hi! I don't know if you want to do this prompt but MSR In a power outage. It just happened to me and for some reason I thought of your blog lol

Revival: ""how is it that chinese restaurants always have power when we don’t?” he asks as she sets their monopoly box on the kitchen table, nearly knocking over the container of shrimp fried rice in the process.

“must be fate,” she deadpans as she pulls the board out of the box, sets up the cash one the kitchen table; she’s memorized their starting amounts, always acts as banker when they play.""

feeding the dog

Revival: ""all i’m saying is that we’ve seen forbidden planet many, many times, but it’s been a long time since we watched something...”

she trails off as she takes the bag of dog food out of the pantry, takes the chip-clip from off of its rolled-over top. inside, there’s a scoop, and next to her on the counter is daggoo’s little bowl, one mulder bought and painted himself. light blue ceramic, white polka-dots, daggoo written in black print. it matches nothing else in the house.""

paleomnesia

Revival: ""i’ve told you this a million times over,” mulder insists with a lighthearted laugh. “plus, you were there too. no matter how many times i recount those events to you, they aren’t going to change, and your memory of them isn’t going to change.”

“i don’t want them to change,” she says softly....""

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