non-sexual intimacy

"Zewu-Jun. You once told me about a house surrounded by gentians, where you visited once a month, and how Lan Zhan still waited there, even when the door no longer opened." Xichen feels light-headed. He feels shocked, and angry. He has never told anyone such a thing, but Lan Zhan is giving Xichen a look of utter betrayal. "You told him?" Lan Zhan whispers. "When?" Wei Wuxian takes Lan Zhan's hand. "About twenty years from now." Wei Wuxian starts again from the beginning. (Spanish translation on Wattpad.) (Russian translation.)

In which Alastor realizes he committed a bit too hard to the whole found-family gag, gets fucked up by the First Douchebag, and tries to pretend everything is fine. Shockingly, Charlie is not oblivious. Even more shockingly, the person she goes to for help is Vox. This turns out to be a case of using the wrong equation but still getting the correct answer.

Naturally, Husk’s kindness goes straight to Angel’s head. This is why he doesn’t do heroin — you try that shit once, you always want it. You may never take it again, but you’ll carry the gaping-aching hole in your chest until the end of your days. Or the end of eternity. ***Angel never needed aftercare before; he puts the blame squarely on Husk’s huggable shoulders.

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.

“Why the fuck do you have a pink silly straw?” Alastor is unrepentant as he says, “It matches your vest.” “That’s not what I meant! Why the straw?!” “Oh! That’s even easier to explain! Lessens the mess. Rosie suggested it.” “I’m not a juice box!”

After a meteor strikes the Earth and a large chunk of the population gets wiped out, the remaining humans undergo rapid evolution in order to survive rising sea levels and much harsher temperatures. Decades later, the daycare attendant wakes up from an emergency shutdown. Desperate to navigate the new world and find a sense of purpose after everything they've ever known was ripped away from them, Sun and Moon eventually stumble upon one of these evolved humans. You. A mer on land and very far from home. With no way of understanding each other, the three of you now have to work together to survive.

Branch was always alone ever since his Grandma died. Nobody was there for him, so he left but stayed close. Twenty years later, he meets Poppy and she makes it her goal to reintroduce Branch to Pop Village. Branch had never expected this to lead to him saving Trolltopia and reuniting with his brothers.

“Hey, Nora?” “Yeah?” she looked up from her phone. “Numbers on me meeting someone who shares the same birthday as me today?” “0.0027%, why?” “No reason.” Or, the chances of meeting your soulmate in a random antique shop are low but never zero

Angel felt himself float, infatuated with the hope that Husk felt something, anything for him, and would continue to grant him this comfort. Angel just wanted it to last. And it did. Husk let him drape his arm around his shoulder and pull him into a flirty side hug. And outside on the streets or relaxing in the front lobby, Angel found that Husk’s wings began to fall over him impulsively, keeping him close and keeping the cruelness of hell away from the both of them. It was more often than most Husk and Angel would be the last to go to sleep, mostly because Angel got back so late–yet Husk was always waiting for him when he got home. On those nights where Angel was too tired to walk up the stairs just yet, Husk would sit him down at the couches and hand him a cold glass of whiskey. They’d talk until Angel’s voice was low and tired, and real. Or; Angel and Husk's love language is touch. They seriously can't keep their hands to themselves and this begins to cross some boundaries, begging the question: what were they? Could two shitty addicts perhaps be good for each other? Or or; Pure huskerdust fluff!!!!

Hermione had faced down bloody Voldemort when she was eighteen. She could deal with...this. Where this equals Draco Malfoy, a critically important diplomatic mission, and only one bed.