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the color coding of mio's zolas... god dammit im thinking of the powerpuff girl's again
OMG POWERPUFF ZOLA ANON YOU HAVE RETURNED TO ME!!!???! BUT UR SO RIGHTTTT AHGGGG. powerpuff zola project will never NOT be adorable. mioâs designs solidify thisâŠ
#asks#powerpuff zola anon i love u /p#i love the designs so much holy shiiiittt#wil blushing is my fave thing ever#and yuu and kyo#theyâre so CUTE#they are the family ever#they are foundfamily to me#would kill to see them in powerpuff girl outfits holy shit#maybe i could draw something like that if i get the time/energy.. hmmâŠ..#HAD TO EDIT THIS BC I MADE A MISTAKE WITH SAYING BLOSSOM WAS RED IM A DUMBASS. IGNORE ME.
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You wrote something set after paper clip which was one of my fave ever msr cuddle fics. Could you please write them cuddling in another scenario? I love them platonically sleeping together and you tap into the emotions so well â€ïž
Sorry it took me so long to answer this one. Hereâs a cuddle fic set in season 2. Hope you enjoy.
Her first thought is that sheâs crazy, paranoid like herpartner. Lack of sleep Dana, she assures herself nipping at the glass of watershe just poured herself. Cars park in front of your building all the time, shecontinues her internal monologue. This only bothers you because itâs 2 am andyou canât sleep. She nods to herself, but the feeling gnaws at her steadily.Â
Her lights are off so she moves to the window, peeks outside. The car acrossthe street is still there, unmoving but slightly askew as if ready to flee atany given moment. Thereâs a shadow inside, moving slowly, and Scullyâs heartbeatpicks up. This is not real, she tells herself taking a deep breath. Thatâs whather therapist keeps telling her: breathe in deeply, breathe out, repeat. Scullyreiterates these words, mouths them silently, breathes in between.Â
She willsherself to relax and thinks of Mulder. Her partner, whoâs been nothing butforthcoming since sheâs come back from⊠from whatever sheâs come back from. Hermother refers to it as the time Dana went missing. As if it were a cute storyyou tell your children and grandchildren. Mulder calls it an abduction, hisvoice harsh when he says it, breaking guiltily on the last syllable. Unless heis looking at her. Scully doesnât want him to see her like that, like avulnerable bird out in the cold that needs to be taken inside, needs to betaken care of. But right now, she wants to call him anyway, tell him all aboutthe car outside. Most of all she wants him to reassure her that sheâs safe,that this is a figment of her overactive imagination. Not real.Â
Her handreaches out to grab the phone. But she canât call him. Heâll come over and thenheâll glance at her, maybe not even say a word, and heâll feel like he needs toprotect her. No. She takes the phone with her, her gun too, and puts them onthe nightstand. Just in case, she tells herself, before she tries, and fails,to fall asleep.
The next night, after sheâs rubbed off the make-up she usedto hide her exhaustion, Scully switches off all the lights and checks that thedoor is locked. Twice. Only then does she allow herself to peek outside. Nocar. She sighs in relief, laughs. She shuffles off to bed, praying sheâll getsome decent sleep tonight.
As so often these days, luck is not on her side. Two hourslater, she can no longer stay in bed, feels the desperate need to move. Withoutturning on the lights, Scully walks into the kitchen to boil tea water. A whileago her mother brought her this herbal tea claiming it would relax her.Tonight, she is willing to try. Everyone keeps telling her to relax, to enjoylife. As if her disappearance is nothing to worry herself with now that sheâsback.Â
The water gurgles softly in its kettle and Scully is too restless, toocurious to stay there. She tiptoes to the window in her living room. She rollsher eyes at herself; thereâs no reason to be quiet. But as soon as she looksoutside, she sees it. The car. It is the same one, the shadow clearly visibleinside. Her heart beats faster as sweat breaks out on her forehead. When isthis going to end? In the kitchen, the kettle whistles angrily, startling her.Â
Scullyâs hand trembles as she pours the boiling water over the prepared teabag, but the soft lavender scent is unable to calm her nerves. Safe for leavingher apartment, there is only thing she can do. Her hands curled around the hotmug, her eyes flicker to the cell phone on her kitchen table. She may not seeit in the darkness, but she knows itâs there. She takes a sip from the scaldinghot beverage before she puts it down, knowing it wonât help. Thereâs only onething that will.
âMulder, itâs me. I hope I didnât wake you.â Hervoice sounds robotic in her own ears. How often have they done this? Nighttimecalls hoping the other one wouldnât be angry. Usually itâs Mulder who calls herand she has to assure him that she doesnât mind. Â
âScully, are you all right?â Unlike her, Muldersounds alert. And, just like she suspected, terrified.
âIâm fine, Mulder. I just- Iâm probably overreactingbutâŠ,â she takes a deep breath and hears Mulder hold his, âthereâs acar in front of my building. Itâs the second time I see it and Iâm sure Iâmoverreacting, butâŠâ
âIâll be right there, Scully.â
âYou donât have to come over, Mulder. I just needed toâŠtalk to someone, I guess.â
âScully? Iâll be rightthere. Iâm um, in the neighborhood anyway. See you soon. Just stay put.âHe hangs up without a goodbye or explanation. Thatâs nothing out of theordinary. In her neighborhood at this time of the night? That certainly is.
Not ten minutes later there is a knock at herdoor. She knows itâs Mulder, but she stares through the peephole, asks anyway.Just in case. These days she canât be careful enough. Her furiously beatingheart agrees.
âHi.â Itâs pure relief when Scullyushers Mulder inside. He lets himself be dragged to the window, trusting her tonavigate through her pitch-dark apartment. âLook.â She tells him.Heâs standing behind her, his chest gently pressing against her back. His headis over her shoulder, staring outside. Puffs of gentle breath brush her cheekand this, she realizes, is so much better than any herbal tea. She hasnât feltthis relaxed in days, weeks maybe. Thank you Mulder, she thinks, wishing thewords were easier to say.
âTonight is the second time I saw it,but who knows how long itâs been there and why.â
âA week.â
âWhat?â
âThat car has been there a week.âMulder, still close to her, tells her evenly. Her blood runs cold with asudden, inexplicable sense of betrayal. Goosebumps cover her arms as thefeeling disappears and makes room for something else, something new. Â
âHow do you know that, Mulder? Whydidnât you tell me?â Scully barely registers the squeaky quality of hervoice. She turns around, pushes Mulder away. She misses his warmth immediatelyand it makes her angry; with him, the situation and worst of all herself.
âBecause itâs me, Scully. Itâs me.â
âYouâŠâ She tears at the drapes,stares at the car. Itâs a black Sedan. Mulder likes to rent a Ford or a Taurus.In her mind his words donât add up, donât make sense. Where did he get thatcar? Her mind screams, unable to look at the bigger picture. Why is he watchingher from a car in the middle of the night? The question, though, never comes.
âI um, I didnât tell you because well,you keep telling me youâre fine. But Scully, Iâm not.â Slowly, she turnsto him. âIâm not fine. Most of the time when Iâm not with you I stare atmy phone. Waiting for it to ring and someone to tell me that⊠one night lastweek, I couldnât sleep. So I drove here. I just wanted to make sure everythingwas in order. I didnât want to wake you so I stayed in my car. I figured ifanything were to happen, Iâd be here. This time Iâd be here.â
âOh Mulder.â Scully doesnât fighther tears, no longer fights the need to hold him close. His arms open and shefalls into them. The anger she felt moments ago dissipates into nothingness.
âIâm sorry, Scully. I wasnât thinking, Iwas justâŠâ
âIâm not angry, Mulder,â shemumbles against his shirt. Itâs warm, it smells fresh, and so much like him;she feels safe. When he huffs against her hair, she smiles. âFine, I mightbe a bit angry. I wish youâd just said something but⊠I didnât tell youeither.â Communication 101, and they both flunked it. She wants to promisehim, and have him promise her, that next time theyâll talk. Say what is real,speak their feelings. She knows it would be a lie. An empty promise made in thecomfort of the darkness and each otherâs arms. So she stays quiet, just holdhim tighter.
âI should probably leave. Go home.â
âDid you sleep in your car, Mulder? Thatlast week.â
âI⊠you know I donât sleep much.â
âYou need sleep, Mulder. Itâs nothealthy.â
âThank you, Dr. Scully. Itâs 2 am andlook who else is awake.â
âYouâre not leaving,â Scully decides,glancing up at him. Her eyes have gotten used to the darkness and she sees theexhaustion on his face, unmasked. âI want to make sure you sleep.â
âThat sounds like a proposition.âHis grin is so much more beautiful than the deep sorrow, the fearful lines allaround his eyes and lips.
âI havenât been sleeping well,âScully admits, ignoring his remark, âand you havenât been sleeping at all.So, come on.â She takes his hand and drags him towards her bedroom. Hestops, glances at her.
âScully?â
âJust to sleep, Mulder,â shewhispers, glad that he canât see her blush, âJust to sleep.â Mulderundresses slowly once theyâre in the bedroom. Scully considers switching on alight, but she needs the darkness; pretend this is a dream, she tells herself.Dana Scully doesnât indulge in moments like this. Just for one night, she repeatsmentally, just tonight. She hears the rustle of Mulderâs jeans then footsteps.He stands there, a big, large shadow, but she is not afraid.
They donât speak once heâs settled. There areno questions, no fears. Mulder is on his back, warm next to her. Scully movescloser, needs to be as close as possible. This is what is real, she thinks. IâmDana Scully, Iâm his partner and he is mine. She takes his hand in hers,touches each finger as if examining them one by one. She laces them with hersbefore she carefully turns on her side. Mulder has no choice but to follow heruntil he is behind her again, the big spoon to her little one. She holds hishand, puts it under her chin. Mulder buries his face in her hair, her neck,breathing softly. This is the first, the only thing, that feels right.
âThank you, Mulder.â This time thewords come easily, fill the room. Her eyelids begin to droop as her heartbeatslows down. She doesnât know if there will be nightmares. Mulder is not amiracle worker. Though he would do everything in his power to convince herotherwise, she is certain of that. The thought puts a smile on her face and itremains there as sleep captures her, catches her as she falls.
âAll you have to do is ask,Scully,â dream Mulder tells her, or maybe he is the real one holding her;it does not matter, âand Iâll hold you every night for the rest of ourlives.â What a wonderful dream, she marvels, before all other thoughtsleave her be.
#so happy i finished something#words are not my friends these days#i hope some of you will like it anyway :)#todayinfic#msr#xf fanfic#txf fanfic#my writing#my fic
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