happy 420 to me heheheh
Summary: Mulder is starting to figure it out.
Previous Chapters: Here on AO3
Mulder is starting to figure it out.
At least, he thinks he might be.
He’s been pushing and pushing for normalcy since they started this thing. He’s suspected that’s Scully wants. Normal.
But in the early hours of Thursday morning, alone in his room where his sheets still smell like her, he realizes something.
Scully never fell for normal. She fell for him.
He’s been the one with the small town fantasies, living out his dream life in Home, Pennsylvania until it turned into a horror show.
And that’s the crux, isn’t it? Mulder and Scully. They are the horror show.
He’s starting to see it from her perspective.
I said I’d post a snippet of the next chapter of my Sledgefu WIP a month ago 🙈😬
I have no excuses that this chapter is still in progress, other than homeschooling, teaching online, charity raffles, Sledgefu week, building work meaning we had to move out and the mental exhaustion that the last few months have brought. I apologise. This fic is in no way abandoned, and will be finished.
In the meantime have some anxious Gene (what’s new there?)
That’s the way it’s gonna be little darlin’
“Sledge” Eugene felt a weight on his shoulder, shaking gently. Looking up he saw Burgie’s friendly face; wet hair plastered to his forehead, drops rolling down his smiling cheeks.
“You really can sleep anywhere huh?” he grinned.
“Somethin’ the Marines taught me, thats actually useful now” Eugene smiled back. As long as it’s not nighttime anyway, he thought.
“Is it rainin’ outside Burgie?”
Burgie snorted and pushed on Gene’s shoulder. Don appeared at the door, removing his hat and shaking himself off like a dog.
“Ooh somethin’ smells good in ‘ere!” he smacked his lips and approached the boys.
“Well it ain’t Eugene” Burgie joked, cackling at Eugene’s annoyed face.
“Some of us have had other things on our minds” Eugene muttered, and Burgie’s face softened, gripping Eugene’s shoulder again and squeezing softly.
“Let’s all get cleaned up before lunch then eh?” Don made his way to the stairs, “C’mon I’ll show ya’ where ya’ staying.”
The inside of the house was eerily still as they made their way up the large staircase; only the sounds of their footsteps on the wooden steps and the almost continuous rolling thunder breaking the silence. Sledge followed slowly behind Burgie and Don, peering at the multitude of horse paintings adorning the walls.
The rain pelted against the large window at the top of the stairs, blurring the view of the sprawling fields behind the house. Eugene could see a few stable hands running to a large barn; now a red smudge in the distance.
Eugene felt a pang of jealousy; had those boys shared bunks with Snaf? Listened to him regale stories of being in the Marines? Had they been witness to Snaf’s habit of walking around half naked? Shared his smokes? His beer? Had they seen him gentle and peaceful as he slept; a complete opposite of the Snafu that was crude and sneering during the day?
Eugene swallowed thickly.
Did they know about him?
“Eugene?” Don was looking at him carefully as he tore his eyes away from the rain drenched fields.
“You comin’ son?” Don tilted his head towards the long corridor; Eugene could see Burgie heading into one of the rooms, shouldering his bag as he went.
Eugene stared at Don. Should he be here? He was beginning to worry what sort of mess he might have got himself into. Or what Snafu had gotten them into.
“No……..no one knows………’bout me…..right” Eugene’s eyes slid back to the window, Don’s following, and understanding dawning on him.
“The boys? Nahhh. Merriell wasn’t stupid”
Don realised his mistake as soon as it was out of his mouth “…..isn’t…..stupid. He isn’t stupid,” he corrected himself, watching as Eugene frowned at the window.
Arrrr Mateys! If Our Hearts Unite has been updated. I’ll keep ye posted on further adventures from Sora and the crew, but ye be sure to leave a review, as I enjoy yer feedback and crave the attention.
Lolz sorry couldn’t help meself.
And this is Izuku when he takes Mei’s advice on support Item hair clips and starts deliberately growing his hair, (but it was pretty long and curly already)
Maybe I’ll color this later
Art for chapter 4 of char-actor
Yes Izu’s meant to be skinny…
4. “I should have told you a long time ago,” Bëor said, shaking his head. “You can’t just give children sweets!”
Finrod pouted. “They told me it helped them stay awake! And that they would share with all the other children!”
“It does help them stay awake,” Bëor said, “and that’s exactly the problem! Mortal children need their rest, Nóm. Sweets are only good in moderation. Is that not true of your folk?”
“Well, yes,” Finrod admitted. “But I’ve always been of the opinion that one should not resist one’s own desires!”
Bëor laughed, patting his lover on the arm. “Yes, I am well aware of that,” he said, leaning up to give him a kiss, his beard tickling Finrod’s face. Finrod blushed; he would never tire of that sensation, and not only on his face. “But where sweets and children are concerned…how about you let their parents decide that? After all, they are the ones who have to deal with the children come bedtime.”
“You are very wise, dear Bëor,” Finrod teased. “Are you certain that it is I who should be called Nóm?”
“You learn quickly, and is that not wisdom?” Bëor’s smile was soft, the skin around his eyes just beginning to wrinkle with laugh lines. “But I will take your flattery…if you will take mine.”
90. early morning cuddles
It’s a reassuring sound, Connie’s heartbeat. Quiet and steady and strong under Steven’s ear. A constant tha-thump that he can feel reverberating through him, something to remind him that she’s there.
He’s got his arms around her waist and his head on her chest, their legs tangled beneath the covers. Connie’s bed at school is definitely too small for the both of them, but they’re making it work (even if that means Steven’s back is pressed against the cold wall to keep any of Connie’s limbs from hanging off the edge). The whole room is small, but her half of it so perfectly Connie that Steven feels wrapped up in a bubble of home.
Connie’s breathing is slow, a sign that she’s still out cold from their light night discussion about where Steven’s headed after this. He’s been away from Beach City for a few months now, still traveling from state to state to figure out who he is outside of the Crystal Gems. The only constants he’s had have been weekly lunches with his girlfriend and biweekly video therapy appointments. It’s been nice, if he’s honest, the constant change that doesn’t pose a threat to his or his loved ones’ lives. Nice, life-affirming, and—
Punctuated by Connie’s snores. Steven groaned quietly and burrowed further into his girlfriend’s side, hoping against all hope that it would be just the one sound and that he wouldn’t have to wake her up already. The sun was barely peaking in through the blinds in the room, and a glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand told Steven that it was barely 7 a.m. If he could help it, he didn’t want to wake Connie for at least another half hour, but snoring— that was unforgivable.
Almost five minutes of quiet passed before Connie made another noise, but this time it was a little whine as she struggled to move. Steven lifted his head off of her chest and grinned as she rolled on her side to curl into him. He laid his head back down on the pillow and pulled Connie against his chest, letting her revel in his body heat. Another minute of silence passed before she wrapped an arm around his waist and whispered his name, stretching it out to give it more syllables than it needed.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Steven whispered into her hair, a true smile blossoming on his face.
“What time is it?” she asked, voice scratchy.
“Uh, 7:14.” Connie groaned, burying her face in the crook of Steven’s neck as he laughed. “You can go back to sleep, if you want.”
“No, no,” she protested, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and somehow pulling him even closer. “You’re leaving today, I can’t just sleep through it.”
Steven laughed again. “You’ll see me again on Thursday, though. You and Lion are meeting me for lunch, remember?”
“Yeah, but that’s then. I still don’t want to keep you in bed until you leave today.” Even with only four hours of sleep, it was clear Connie wasn’t going to give up any of her Steven time, even if it meant exhaustion.
“How about at least another hour?” he tried. “I don’t really want to get up right now, anyway.”
Connie finally opened her eyes, peering up at him groggily. She considered him for a moment, her eyes narrowing before she sighed. “Another hour won’t kill us,” she ceded, pressing a quick kiss to Steven’s jaw before curling her head back into his chest.
(They ended up sleeping three more hours and missing breakfast in the dining hall, but it was well worth it to not have to worry about Connie’s sleep schedule being completely ruined.)
Day 4 of @buddiefirstkissweek
Prompt: On a dare
Everyone was gathered at the Grant-Nash household for one of Bobby’s cook outs. It had been a long week at work, and everyone was glad for the time to decompress. It was later in the night, and all of the children had been put to bed. The drinks had been brought out, and everyone was at least pleasantly buzzed. With the promise of everyone staying on a couch or guest bed, it seemed that the alcohol was flowing more than usual. Everyone was letting loose, and that was leading to them all acting up a bit.
I finally managed to post this bad boy. Whew!
It’s my version of the amazing COVID AU fics that are coming out of this time. Instead of using the “They were roommates,” I decided on making Destiel established and married. We’ve suffered enough waiting in canon, I think.
It’s going to be fluffy/angsty/smutty (I’m going to try for smutty every now and then–I make no promises that it’ll be good smut, though. lol)
(Not a pair I particularly ship, I see Argon as aroace because i Can, but i do love the pan!Amras & aroace!Amrod dynamic so this fits that way!!! anyway, shoutout to your rarepair <3 @ambarto hope you enjoy!)
27. “Tell me again?” Arakáno said hesitantly.
Pityo took a breath, steeling himself. This was hard enough to do without Arakáno staring at him like he’d grown a second head. (Maybe the problem was that Pityo didn’t have a second head with him; Telvo refused to have any part in what he called “romantic nonsense.”)
“I,” he said again, “would like to—to kiss you.”
Arakáno blinked. “…Really?” he asked, like he didn’t quite believe it.
Pityo resisted the urge to grab him right then and kiss the stupid expression off his face. Arakáno was such an idiot and it was ridiculous how endearing he was with his wide blue eyes and lips just barely parted in surprise.
“I wouldn’t have said it, let alone twice, if I didn’t mean it!” Pityo exclaimed. He wasn’t sure if he was angry or hurt or just incredibly anxious; it didn’t really matter, considering how astonished Arakáno was. Fucking Nolofinwions. (The thought crossed his mind that ‘fucking Nolofinwions’ was exactly the path this sort of foolishness would lead to, and that at least two of his brothers were doing that already—just not with Arakáno.)
“But no one’s ever wanted to kiss me,” Arakáno said, his voice trembling. “Do you really mean it…?”
Oh. Arakáno wasn’t making fun at Pityo’s expense—he was doubting himself.
“Will this help convince you?” Pityo asked, reaching up toward his cousin—damn it, he was nearly as tall as Maitimo and might grow taller, for all he was younger than Pityo himself—and pulling him close.
Arakáno squeaked, but kissed him back, and Pityo thought his heart would burst. Maitimo and Tyelkormo had the right idea about kissing cousins—although Pityo’s Nolofinwion was the tallest and handsomest of them all.
Fandom: DuckTales (2017)
Pairing: Della Duck & Donald Duck
Characters: Della Duck, Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Mrs. Beakley, Others mentioned
Rating: Teen and Up (1 swear word)
Additional Tags: Sibling bonding, Reunion, Late Night Conversations, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Banned Together Bingo 2020, Prompt: Talking Animals
Summary: My take on Della and Donald’s conversation post-reunion
“I thought you were dead.” His tone was flat, eyes hard, fists clenched.
That shut her up.
Link to A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24550339
It was nearing midnight when the Duck Family finally retired for the day, each exhausted after a packed day of reunions, failed plans, and a Moon invasion. Those didn’t happen every day after all. Launchpad had offered to take the moon people to one of Scrooge’s safe houses until they were able to integrate into Earth’s society or decided to return to the moon.
Or rather, most members of the Duck family went to sleep. Della tucked her children into bed as had become the routine ever since her return from the Moon. It was a long process that involved them clinging to her and her clinging back. These were her babies, the ones she had missed, yearned to hold, fought so fiercely to come back to. It didn’t matter what had happened that day, what fight or adventure, or mundane squabble they might have had. Bedtime was sacred. She tasted the regret of every second she had missed of their lives bitterly on her tongue. She never hurried bedtime, stretching it to the last possible second, and staying until all three were asleep, just watching over them.
But tonight, Della left as soon as her sons were tuckered out, which was pretty quick, considering they were asleep the second their heads hit the pillow. She quietly closed the door to their room, gently leaning her head against the wood, breathing in the reality. Assuring herself that the ground beneath her foot was real, the smooth wood under fingertips too.
She stepped away and turned to look out the corridor, walking towards a destination without ever realizing it.
As she reached the attic, a chill breeze blew past her, and a smile started to form on her face. Making her way through the familiar hoard of treasure and trash Uncle Scrooge kept up here, Della made her way up the hidden stairs at the end of the room. The steps up the roof were slightly dusty out of disuse, and she briefly wondered if the boys realized there were stairs beyond the attic.The air was even cooler once she got to the roof. Muscle memory guided her feet as she reached the little alcove above the attic window that gave them a safe perch to sit on.
“I had a feeling you’d be up here.”