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Logan finally knew what it meant to die...except he didn't. A post-Logan fix-it. Full spoilers for the movie.

What if the Tyrell marriage plot had worked? Sansa in Highgarden, spiraling into depression.

"You can't stay"Words that defined a choice Dean never thought he'd have to makeWords that defined a choice Cas made for him

Life is nothing more than parallels sometimes.

Almost a year after Sebastian breaks up with Kurt and Blaine and jumps on a plane to LA, he has to return to NY and finds himself face to face with his two ex-boyfriends again.

Newt and Percival try and help a pregnant Credence relax and get comfortable

A continuation of The Eldest Brother, without it this part doesn't make much sense. Both families, the 12&Rise Turtles + ratdads are reunited in the 2012!World <3 Now the rise crew just gotta find a way back. Easy peasy! If there's one thing Raph's been hoping for in his time apart from his family, is that all seven of his little brothers will get along ヾ(^▽^*))) they all are so similar to each other, just like Raph and Rafa are. What is there not to like about themselves, right? ...right?

Taehyung (42) has been extremely sexually frustrated ever since his wife left him for another man. His son Jeongguk (13) has started developing more physically and Taehyung can’t keep it in his pants. For Valentine’s Day this year he’s noticed Jeongguk seems to be lonely so he gifts him a very special squishy toy to solve both their problems. EXTREME DEAD DOVE - DON’T LIKE-DON’T READ

Ochako volunteers to go to U.A. for Intel about the rest of Japan. All is going well until the field trip to Yokohama. Dazai and Chuuya just want their daughter back. Ochako never wanted to be here. TW-M*ri, Slight gore? Ooc maybe? Idk it's my first fic.P.S.-This takes place 11 years in the future, so if Dazai had Ochako when he was 18 then he's 33 in the story. It doesn't impact the story too much, except that all the younger characters in Bungo Stray Dogs are adults now, but they won't act much differently. Old Title- If I Must Be a Spy, I'll Be a Good One

While being locked in a lab with Lester wasn't the worst situation Connor had ever been in, it was still pretty bad.

So I found this story I did last year and I'm pretty sure that it was my first ever piece of smut :) thought I might as well post it here. Warning: shameless smut

One thing that an Auror needs is perfect eyesight.

Julian is not feeling well. --- Deep Dish Nine is an AU in which all players are human, and live and work near a pizza shop.

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow “Please.” Hitsugaya says, bitterness rising in his voice like acid, surprising both of them. “What could I possibly give you? I’m a child,” he spits, “I am nowhere near anything resembling your equal. Don’t pretend I am.”

Reader is part something, and for each reader pairing there is blind, and normal. If you want other reader pairings, or have a prompt for a oneshot, tell me and I'll try it!

From the moment the two geniuses met, this really was inevitable. This was where they were heading all along. Five times someone noticed that Zack had fallen for Reid, and the one time someone thinks that just maybe, Reid's fallen back.

Winter joins teams RWBY and JNPR as they go out to celebrate Jaune's birthday. While celebrating, she and Jaune get close and end up in a situation that jump starts their relationship. Beta/cowritten with Blaiseingfire.

“Hey, kid.” John folded up the newspaper and set it on the table. “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Stiles looked up from cutting his plastic vegetables at his little kitchenette. “Mrs. Hale.” John got up from his seat at the kitchen table and went over to Stiles’ play area, kneeling in front of where his son was working. “Why is that?” “Because,” Stiles went back to stirring the pot after he dipped his pinkie into the imaginary liquid. “Every time we play House, Derek says I’d make a good, little wife.”

Hikari dreamt of being back in the dark world. Of ink black oceans and charcoal smog. Her ears ringing with the sound of waves beating against a colourless shore. Her own heart hammering in her chest. She woke, and her bedroom was bathed in morning light. (Takeru had ripped dimensions apart to find her once.)

Collection of Kacchako oneshots/drabbles from prompts (plus Or You'll What)

It's not gay if it's bromance and it's also not gay if it's a brojob.

"A fated destiny..." he frowned to himself, briefly tightening his grip on his soulmark. "To be honest, I'd rather not." "You don't exactly have a choice," his father deadpanned. At that, Tadashi scowled. Though this world had a lot of fascinating things, a soulmate was something that he could do without. It's not that he didn't think a soulmate would be interesting, but... The whole thing just seemed so troublesome. (There's a spinning compass on his wrist and an ache deep in his bones, but Tadashi refuses to let that stop him. Not now, when he can finally start over.)

“They’re… chaos,” Remus said firmly. “And chaos is—”“Rock and roll.”He looked at Sirius sharply, and for once, matched his grin. “Yeah.”“Maybe that’s my excuse then,” Sirius said. “I cause a bit of chaos now, and maybe one day, it’ll turn into rock and roll.” After losing his mother at age eleven, Remus has spent the better part of the last four years bouncing from school to school or else running around London and pretending as though he wasn't the kind of well-bred boy his father brought him up to be. Now, with his chances all run out, Remus is sent to Hawkings Independent School as a last-ditch effort to clean up his act. There he meets the very people who will set up the rest of his life, and is forced to confront the pieces of himself he'd long thought had been lost. (genuinely not apologising for the slow-burn in this fic anymore. You've been warned <3) *Please do not comment on the fic asking about translations because it is unlikely that I will see it. If you're interested in translations/have a question regarding the fic, please reach out on tumblr @motswolo x

Jungkook is being abused by a new manager. His hyungs aren't unaware of his changing personality and array of random injuries, but Jungkook always has an excuse. He deals with the pain, stress, fear and anxiety that comes along with the abuse. Namjoon dives into psychology books to try and figure out whats going on with the maknae, considering Jungkook won't tell the truth. Can his hyungs save him before it's too late?

Sero nods. “It’s the chance of a lifetime, really,” he says. “We want you to date Bakugou, for the sake of his reputation with the press. Some public appearances, a few ‘candid’ photos. For at least a couple of months.” “Bakugou sent you to ask me to date him?” Kirishima asks, baffled. “Of course not. We, his people, are asking you to date him. He’s going to have to get on board, if he wants his career to survive. And in the bargain, Riot will get all sorts of publicity, because their lyricist will be dating one of the industry’s hottest stars. A win for everyone.” When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.

“Oh no no.” The laugh following those words tore a shivering path down his spine as a thin finger tilted his chin up to meet the angel’s eyes. “If you think you deserve a show, you’re going to get a show.” Those words, dripping with sin, made Alastor’s heart ache. ~|~ This is entirely my friend’s fault, and you all have to deal with it. AU where Lucifer pole-dances at night, Alastor has insomnia and they’re both fools who don’t know how to deal with the fact that they’re in love. Enjoy the emotionally-constipated old men who don’t know how to express their feelings and resort to pulling pigtails like little kids.

Forgetting is easier said than done.