developing relationship

"We're really sorry," his father says, in a teary-eyed, wobbly way. "But your friend, Izuku, he's... He's gone, son." Katsuki can do nothing but blink up at them for moments that feel like an eternity, eyes darting between both his parents in obvious confusion, disbelief, and, more than anything, indignation. "What the fuck are you two talking about? The damn nerd is standing right beside you!" During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan. Alternatively: Deku and Kacchan are soulbound.

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Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise. (Fic from 2010 FF archive being uploaded here.) AND FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, STOP REPOSTING THIS ON WATTPAD. I DO NOT WANT IT ON WATTPAD. YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO POST THIS ON WATTPAD.

It's a late and Lucifer can't sleep. He heads downstairs for a nightcap and finds more than he expects. AKA Alastor likes to cook in the middle of the night and these two can't go two minutes without throwing hands.

Everyone knows about the cliche love stories with the school nerd and jock.He’s a cheeky asshole who can’t seem to keep it in his pants. She’s the straight-A bookworm whose only goal is to pass chemistry. He takes off her glasses to reveal her “true beauty.” She falls in love with his supposed sensitive side. But, this one in particular doesn’t quite follow the same boring formula.He’s the star hockey player forced to take an art course. He’s the stubborn art major who just wants one stress-free year. And it’s gonna take a lot more than the glasses move and some smooth talking for either of them in this story to budge.

Sprout (verb): to grow, spring up, or come forth as or as if a sprout. Kaveh gets knocked up by a rare form of the Withering.

When Eddie gets a phone call from his son's science teacher about reasonable accommodations it sets off a series of events that turn his life completely upside down. "I should probably get going," Buck says. "It's a school night after all." Eddie appreciates this devotion to duty, but at the same time he's a little disappointed. He's repaid Buck's favor so now there's no need for them to see each other except on parent teacher night. But he doesn't want that. It's been a handful of hours and the thought of Buck never coming by again already seems impossible. "Look," he says, letting the words come out of his mouth before he can overthink them back in again. "I don't know about you, but making friends when you're a single dad with an insane job is hard. I have your number. Is it okay if I use it for non-school purposes?" Buck's insta-smile is so bright it's practically blinding. "I would love that."

*** Title change: Previously "You'd give up your happiness for mine? But you are my happiness." Poppy is in love with her best friend, Branch, and honestly, she always has been. But that doesn’t matter, because she is aware of the expectations of the Princess/Future Queen’s mate. It is not that she doesn’t think Branch can handle it, because she knows he would make a great King and leader with his selflessness and protectiveness, but she does not want to make him feel like she wants him to change in order to be with her (the King would also be expected to sing/dance/etc.) Branch loves her too, but doesn't think she feels the same. Eventually, their feelings will come to light. Will Branch grow into the troll we all know he can be? Or will he retreat into the bunker, never to be seen again? There will be sex eventually in this story so skip it if you don't like that. First chapter is more fleshed out details and then story begins with chapter 2. Updates every few days! This is my first fic so make sure to comment and let me know your thoughts! I'd love to interact with you all! :)

Satoru has a thing for creampies: canon.

Husk hunches over the chopping board and his pocket knife as he slices bananas. A bowl of Greek yogurt waits close by. Angel very pointedly avoids looking at the myriad of bottles past the bar counter, and Husk doesn't suggest a drink. "These should help your blood sugar levels get back to normal," he says instead, gruff. "Your sweet tooth won't complain either." "Aww, you remember," Angel coos, touched. or: The subtle ways that Husk shows his love, except it's obvious to everyone but Angel Dust.

It was sometime after eight thirty when Utahime was able to check her phone again, and the pit of anxiety in her stomach grew when she saw the slew of notifications that flooded her screen. She had missed calls from almost everyone she knew; every sorcerer, every window, and both principals. Her texts were flooded too, overflowing—but it was Gojo's name that caught her eye, because there were five messages that she hadn't been able to check, all spread out. Gojo: i’ll be late Gojo: looks like i’m buying, senpai And then the last few, where his tone was serious in a way that made dread pool in her belly. Gojo: go home and stay there. don’t come here even if they tell you to. Gojo: don’t take any trains. Gojo: please.

Jisung is kissing him before Minho even has a chance to stand up. Hot, desperate lips, fingers slipping under the hem of Minho’s shirt without hesitation. Minho arches into him, bows his head back, allowing Jisung’s lips to travel. Maybe he’ll do it now. Bite Minho. Drink from him. Minho’s legs will go weak and his knees will give and he’ll cease feeling like he’s too heavy for his own bones. “I’m not biting you in the middle of my dining room, sweetheart,” Jisung drags his teeth across Minho’s throat, teasing. (OR: Jisung is a vampire; Minho indulges.)

When world-famous violinist Dazai Osamu announces his early retirement, a part of him is sure he will never love music again. He’s in his twenties, but he’s already tired of everything. Meanwhile, up-and-coming frontman Nakahara Chuuya is everything Dazai is not: reckless, smug, and a rockstar. They’re total opposites. They could never fall in love, right? [Or: Violinist Dazai and Rockstar Chuuya do, indeed, fall in love.]Sketchy's art here!Russian translation here.

Jeongguk spent months preparing to adopt a doberman hybrid, so when a mutt hybrid is dropped off at his house instead, he has to learn how to care for something a gentle and delicate as the puppy.

And Trent’s not a mess! He’s not. He’s got his life entirely together. He chose to reveal his source and give up his position with The Independent. He chose to start chasing book authorship as his new branch of his career tree. He chose his flat, and his car, and his life, down to the brands of tea he buys and the sorts of people he spends time with and the sheet sets he puts on his and Beatrice’s beds. He’s an adult man, for Christ’s sake. Of course, he’s got his life together. Everything is under his control, and it’s all fine. It’s entirely, completely, fully fine. Taking one last steadying breath, Trent opens his eyes and looks over the line of seven tests on the counter: the first he took a few hours ago, and the six he just took since. Each and every last one of them says he’s pregnant. Some have plus signs, some have two lines, some simply have the word pregnant. All of them may as well come together to form a little sign reading, Congratulations, Trent! You did it! You’ve finally made a goddamn bloody mess out of everything! Just wait until you have to tell Ted! Trent’s stomach turns for more reasons than one.

The grounds around the gates of Watford are burnt. The dining hall stinks of magick. It's three months since the tumultuous end of seventh year—one lonely summer, and six more weeks in a lonelier room—and Baz is finally back. And Simon needs to know why.

“All right.” Alastor refilled Angel’s glass, expecting he would need it very soon. “I skinned a man alive for talking during The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. I’ve always preferred my meat well done.” He paused to look down at his whiskey, swirling it around like he was checking its contents. “...And I want to kiss you.” Angel scoffed. “Too easy. You seriously think I’d believe that last one?” (Don't play Two Truths and a Lie: it's a tool created by the homosexual agenda).

Annie set out early on a path to town intent on doing reconnaissance- but one of her fellow cadets happens to be out just as early as she is… *** Armin was surprised to find Annie on the road to town, dressed in clothes he’s never seen her wear before. It would be rude not to ask her to join him for the day, right?

They haven’t seen one another since they exchanged a whispered argument about profiteroles at some fancy dinner over a year ago, when—to the rest of the world, at least—Henry was a straight man living in Kensington Palace and Alex was a straight woman living in the White House. And now… a gay man and a bisexual trans man meet in Texas. Henry’s whole face scrunches up as his frown deepens and turns more sad than confused. “I really wish you would just—”Alex sighs and rolls his eyes. “Will you give up already? I can deal with him.”“Christ, I’m not saying you can’t,” Henry says exasperatedly, “I’m saying you don’t have to. You carry so much, Alex. I’m simply trying to help you lighten the load in any infinitesimal way you’ll let me.”“And having a guy you hate move in with you is somehow only an infinitesimal inconvenience to you?”Henry gives Alex a tired, cold look and clenches his jaw. “If it gets you away from your transphobic roommate,” he says, low but vehement, “then yes. Christ, Alex, you’re not a bloody inconvenience.” Or: Henry learns how to cook, and Alex learns to let people take care of him.