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In which Bakugou is me

anonymous asked:

Thank you so much for taking on my painting prompt! I absolutely adore the fic. Your writing leaves me feeling warm and loved. Would you ever write some ust fluff for Arcadia? Or another circumstance where they have to share a bed?

I’m so happy you liked the painting fic, anon! I hope you like this one, too. It’s pretty short and not set in Arcadia, but in Rain King. Not as fluffy as I would have liked. Blame this hellish day. 

Tagging @today-in-fic and @fictober

“Ouch, Scully!” The mattress moves as Mulder turns around again - or tries to anyway. She can’t see him very well; nights in Kroner, Kansas are dark and they switched off the light 20 minutes ago when this whole trying to get comfortable in a twin bed with your work partner game started. It’s not as much fun as it sounds.

“Have you never slept with anyone before?“ He rubs some part of his body. His head, she hopes, where her elbow just connected. He’s big pile of warm Mulder, smelling minty fresh and like fresh linen. She didn’t mean to hurt him. There’s just not enough space in here. Or they’re both not good at sharing.

"Excuse me?” Scully would raise an eyebrow at him if only he could see her face. He moves again, his body slides against her, before he huffs and falls quiet. For a short, blissful moment anyway. 

“I know you had sex before, Scully. But when was the last time you slept next to someone?” His arm shoots out and lands painfully against her hipbone. 

“I could ask you the same.” Lifting his arm away from her body proves harder than she would have thought. 

“Last year.” He answers not realizing it was a rhetorical question. Scully gasps; she doesn’t mean to, of course. Who he sleeps with is none of her business. She doesn’t care. Not at all. Not. One. Tiny. Bit. Really.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” The words slip out before she can stop them. Sheets rustle and Mulder is on the move again.

“It was you, Scully.”

“We didn’t sleep together, Mulder.” Clearly she would remember that.  

“Well, I slept. The mothman case, Scully.” Oh that. 

“Doesn’t count. There was no bed.” And she didn’t sleep anyway. She hopes he can’t hear her relief now; there’s no other woman.

“Hm, still last year, though." But does he ever shut up?

"Oh?”

“That was you, too,” he sounds proud but she has to interrupt him.

“In your dreams, Mulder.” He shakes his head, she feels it, and leans closer.

“It happened, Scully. It was that time when I picked you up after chemo.” One time. Her mother was out of town, Scully had told her to go, assuring her that she would be fine. And then it was bad. Really, really bad. The worst. Not knowing what else to do, helpless with pain and exhaustion, she called Mulder. Memories of that night are hazy at best. They never talked about it ever again, life catching up with them.

“I put you to bed after… you weren’t feeling well so I put you to bed. I wasn’t sure I could leave you alone because…” he clears his throat and Scully swallows hard, “so I stayed.”

“You were next to me the whole time?” Another nod, no words. His body moves again, trying to get closer or further away in this limited space. 

“Thank you.” She says, barely above a whisper, a rustle against the pillow. Maybe Mulder hasn’t even heard her. He’s restless, impatiently searching for the perfect position. Another sigh as he finds it or simply gives up.

“You’re welcome.” He mumbles, sighs. So he has heard her.

“Are you comfortable now?”

“The bed is too small for two people, Scully. Can you sing for me again? That helped last time.”

“No, Mulder. I’m tired and I really want to sleep.” She yawns to get her point across. 

“Fine. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Scully closes her eyes, relaxes her breathing, and finds that she can’t fall asleep after all. Because of Mulder. He is awake; his uneven breathing gives him away.

“How did you fall asleep when we were - when we shared the bed that night?” The question doesn’t come easily; she doesn’t like to think about that time. The pain and the anguish. But she wishes she remembered this; sleeping next to Mulder, knowing he was looking out for her. 

“I didn’t. I needed to stay awake in case you got sick again or needed something. I didn’t sleep, Scully. You did, though. I remember how peaceful you looked. I could almost… almost convince myself that you were really fine. I knew you weren’t. But you wanted me to believe so I pretended I did.” Tears prick Scully’s eyes. She is not going to cry. She wants to go back to his jokes and innuendoes, his helpless tossing and turning like a seal on land. Her hand reaches out blindly searching for his. When she finds it, she squeezes it softly. 

“Let’s try to sleep now, Mulder.” She whispers.

“I can’t promise anything.” He whispers back. “Who knows when I next get lucky?” There he is again, Scully smiles into the darkness; her perfectly hilarious Mulder. 

“Hm, I don’t know, Mulder. If you prove to be a nice snuggle bunny who can be quiet…” she trails off, letting him fill in the gaps. He’s not really good at it, she knows, but one day he’ll get it, follow her lead, and she’ll be right here.

“Snuggle bunny?”

“Silent snuggle bunny.” She waits for more, a comment, anything, but Mulder remains quiet this time. Sleep tugs at her, finally, and Scully falls asleep with a smile on her face.

okay, but. what if robert has an old, scraggly irish wolfhound named bigfoot. now imagine said dog running away and someone calling the cops on the guy yelling “here, bigfoot!” in the middle of the night.

don’t you just love it when you use the tumblr mobile app one (1) time and it just randomly… *clenches fist* follows some blog about something that you’ve never even heard of, creates two sideblogs, unfollows three mutuals, and has probably sold your soul to someone in exchange for a bag of doritos

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Making History | 1.02

Here’s to the milk first boys.

  • me to the writers: hi, i'm here for the platonic content
  • me to the producers: hi, i'm here for the platonic content
  • me to the reviewers: hi, i'm here for the platonic content
  • me to the shippers: hi, i'm here for the platonic content
  • ME TO THE TUMBLR FRIENDS: hi, i'm here for the platonic content just friendship that's all good okay i'm not flirting i'm just friendly and enjoy talking to you i'm sorry we're all good that's just how it is okay chill chill chill i'M HERE FOR THE PLATONIC CONTENT

anonymous asked:

OK so here's a dumb hc i thought about for S5: We know Keith is always saving Shiro. Now we have Keith getting saved by Lotor in S4. What if that becomes a running theme as well? After Lotor joins the team he's just constantly saving Keith and further proving to the team that he's somewhat trustworthy. But Shiro hates this. He wanted to be the one to save Keith for once but it's ALWAYS Lotor. Add Keith actually bonding with Lotor because of it and you've got a hot mess of a situation for Shiro.

Oooooo, now that would be an interesting twist. Imagine, Keith who has never been able to truly rely on anyone but one person, suddenly has a second person looking out for him. Lotor could even feel kinship for Keith for both his half breed status and his parental issues. They have so much in common.

At the same time though, Keith doesn’t know how to handle having multiple important people in his life. Before this, Shiro always came first. Protecting his most important person was his number one priority hands down. Lotor, though, has the possibility of worming his way into the point that he isn’t Keith’s most important person, but he’s important enough to make Keith hesitate. To have to actually consider his priorities. New kinship with new possibilities vs old.

Oh if only Dreamworks would play with that concept.

you know…. i realized something on the way to work

this website is so concerned with “age gap” ships or even ships where one is technically still a minor while the other one isn’t (which is all well and good)…… but no one has ever brought that up about inukik

those two have canon ages (15 for inuyasha and 18 for kikyo) and had this been any other series, so many people would be so???? angry????? about that??? why aren’t they about this one ship in particular?

whats with harry and louis covering their tattoos in pictures for weeks and then one day they decide we can see them and suddenly they wear short sleeves again

To Have You Again - Thranduil

Originally posted by thranduillover2013

38. “Because even the sun can wish to be among the stars.”

43. “Do you think you could be happy here? With me?”

A/N: This request was also sent with another for Sauron. It will not be posted until all are done, just because I have no idea how to write it. :)

Warnings: Mentions of war

Words: 1500

My bare feet padded against the cold, wooden walkways that weaved their way through the realm of Mirkwood, the light clinking of elvish armor accompanying my soft gait as two elves, clad in golden armor, silken hair flowing behind them, led me to the throne room.

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