midoriya izuku is bad at feelings

The silhouette is backlit from the headlights on the Mini Cooper and he’s maybe hit his head harder than he thought because it almost looks like… “Merlin?” And Merlin feels as though his heart is exploding in his chest because that voice and his real name and as he looks up...the golden hair reflected in the light from the car. Arthur Pendragon is standing, completely starkers, in the middle of the road leading up to Lake Avalon.

When Vergil returns to the human world with his ever-infuriating brother, he discovers how much he's yet to learn. From the meaning of "touchscreen" to how one even begins to be a father, this new life has its share of challenges to face. Yet as he tries to build a new future for himself, a strange upsurge of demons in familiar black sludge reminds him his past is never far behind. --A mix of epic action storyline and That Good Domestic Shit with most of the DMC cast ~

Group projects are the worst: everyone knows that. Harry had been focusing on keeping his friendship with Ron and Hermione intact during their History of Magic project, but in actual fact, that didn’t turn out to be the problem. No—because something always has to go wrong in Harry’s life, they have instead encountered a mishap with the Time-Turner Hermione was apparently using to take even more classes than usual, so instead of squabbling in a nice little Welsh bookshop, they are now squabbling in a remote forest, surrounded by medieval knights who keep brandishing swords and shouting in a foreign language. But that somehow isn’t the weirdest part: because standing amongst the knights, unarmed and wearing ragged clothing, is (for some godforsaken reason) Hogwarts’ new history teacher. [Updated Mondays and Fridays]

“You silly child. This master is already used to your clinginess and indulges you to this degree. You don’t need to be so rough.” Luo Binghe swallowed. “Shizun…” He reached out, but when Shen Qingqiu flinched slightly, he lowered his hands. “This disciple is…sorry.” He was still having difficulty speaking. “Did I hurt Shizun?” “No, it’s fine.” Shen Qingqiu sighed, the tenseness leaving his own shoulders as he let Luo Binghe take his wrist, where red marks were visible. “I just didn’t expect you to grab so tightly.” As he massaged the other’s skin, his eyes trailed over his shizun’s body. He still remembered many, many years ago, ripping this same arm off this same body, with that same face set in a grimace of pain but also holding an arrogant glare filled with nothing but resentment. Luo Binghe himself had felt nothing but disgust and equal resentment in turn. Once again, he was suddenly finding it hard to breathe. A story where Bing-ge starts visiting Shen Qingqiu’s dreams pretending to be Bing-mei, as he wants to seek that same comfort he experienced briefly in the extras.

It's you, the wash of starlight, the old paradox: if the Universe were static, I could stand anywhere in this world and I swear my line of sight would end on you. I swear I’d find you in the dark.- Nina Varela (Iron Heart)

"Normally, I only have to think of you reading my letters for my muse to alight upon my shoulder and guide my quill across the page. You said once that there is so much more to say than what one can put into a letter… tell me, Pen… do you have nothing to say? Have my letters missed the mark? Your silence is most unusual, and I cannot help but feel perplexed, as I cannot figure out what could possibly be keeping you from responding… twelve letters, Penelope… one, or two is an accident… twelve is a punishment." Colin returns to London for the Season of 1815, hoping to reconnect with his friend Penelope - only to discover that everything has changed between them.

"They'll leave us alone. For a bit." One year after the Apocalypse-That-Wasn't, Crowley and Aziraphale have settled into a new routine: keeping an eye on supernatural happenings in the world and preventing Heaven or Hell from interfering too much with humanity. It's not a bad job - despite occasional rains of fish - and if there are some unspoken things they really ought to talk about, well, they have all the time in the world now to get around to that, right? At least, until the Archangel Raphael turns up on their doorstep looking for help... and it starts to become clear that the world is changing fast, and so are they. Or: Crowley and Aziraphale start a detective agency. Shenanigans ensue. Slowburn continues. Apparently, there is plot. I have some thoughts about Heaven, Hell, and humanism. There will be stupid jokes and a healthy sprinkling of angst.

As one of the few people in the world with soulmate marks, Pete had expected his mate to be gorgeous, dubious, smart, prestigious. And he wasn't wrong. His soulmate really was all those things. It was just unfortunate that his soulmate was also the same person holding a pair of spark plugs, and staring at Pete with malicious intent.

Zhongli waits until a decade into their marriage to bring up eggs.

Morpheus needs a power boost to have a chance of surviving hell and Lucienne has a potential solution. Upon meeting Johanna Constantine, Morpheus has quite the business arrangement to propose. It's a chance to right some wrongs from her past, get a good night's sleep for once, maybe a half-decent shag, and give a massive middle finger to Lucifer Morningstar herself. What's a girl to do?

Had Hermione known what a cliché it was for a young girl to have a crush on a teacher, she might have been more cautious about giving away her heart. But she didn't know. A story about stories and how we read them.

Post-2A finale:So Jace kept delaying to tell Clary they were not siblings, until she found out in her own terms. Clary stormed to Jace and asked for explanation......

The drift hangover makes them do it.