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YAAAAAAA 100 CHAPTERS DONE WHOOP WHOOP!!!! Keep a look out for Haikyuu Prompt part 2 my loves ;)And check out my original work!! <3

Everyone knows that the egg and his toaster are in love with each other...except, of course, for the egg and toaster themselves.

He'd had a favorite cow--Henry--and made sure to milk and brush her every day. Ever since Henry was a calf, he wanted to learn how to care for her hooves so they wouldn't grow out too much. He hadn't been alive for the Great War. It had ended two years before he was born, but he heard horror stories, and was more than thankful he wouldn't have to deal with getting drafted. His life wasn't the best, but it certainly wasn't the worst! His parents weren't overly strict, and the worst punishment he ever got was being sent on outhouse duty, which was typically reserved for his father. He was sure he'd have gotten worse if he touched a drop of anny before he turned 15. (Didn't even taste that good when his father offered him a drink at the age of 16. He supposed it tasted better the more you drank.) Then the Great Depression hit. (Or, the ghost fic where Bench Trio each die in the same house ~30 years apart. SBI move into the house, and the ghosts are not pleased.)[We have a Discord now!! Still active tho the fic's discontinued. sept 16th, still going!!!!!]DO NOT USE AI TO FINISH THIS I LEFT THE NOTES FOR A REASON (THAT REASON IS SO YOU CAN WRITE MORE IF YOU WANT)

For every day in February, I will post a drabble from a date prompt. The pairings for each day were picked with a random name wheel from a few different fandoms in advance, from that I wrote half as SFW and the other half NSFW! I've never done something like this before, so I hope you enjoy and I do a good job! Please see chapter 1 for the line up! Written for the Yato's House ~A Valentine's Mini Event~ A date a day keeps the sad away? Please make sure you read the TW/CW before you read each chapter as the contents will vary from chapter to chapter **Completed**

"Aphenphosmphobia", also called fear of intimacy, describes the morbid fear of being touched by or getting intimate with another person.Shouto is caught in the path his father laid out for him, trying to understand the world he never came to know; Momo suffers from her lack of self-esteem and feeling of not being enough for her dreams to come true. But one day, circumstance – fate – gives them a chance.This world is a storm, relentless and cold. Only together, they can resist. Together, they can heal.

“No, it’s actually a good idea, I mean just think of the benefits. And if you ever want to like marry someone else then maybe we can like get a divorce, but we can— ugh just marry me.”“Okay.”“What?”George is immensely thankful his webcam is off because his face is burning up and everything sounds far away as Dream says again, “I’ll marry you, George.” No one actually knows what George came to Florida for. He left most of his stuff in his flat. Even Robert is staying with his parents because he didn’t want to subject him to a transatlantic flight if he just comes back in three months. It’s not like he’s ashamed or anything, it’s just... It’s just no big deal. George is going to hang out with Dream, have a good time, and maybe get married and stay here forever. No big deal. (Now includes a bonus road trip one shot.)

The newlywed adventures of two dirty old men.

“And if you feel sick or nauseous or like you’re about to pass out, come find me.” Nico rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies making themselves at home in his chest. “Yeah, yeah, Will, relax.” He stomped up the steps to the porch of the Hades cabin, and when he turned, Will was right there, like, right in his face. The son of Apollo smiled guiltily. “Yeah, sorry. I just worry.” He took a step towards Nico. “But, just to make sure, promise me?” Nico blushed when the healer winked, then nodded. Will smiled his thousand-watt smile again. “Great!” He leaned forwards, slowly raising his hand, and Nico felt like he was burning up when long fingers brushed along his jaw. “Good to see some color there,” Will murmured, before turning and bounding off, leaving Nico to stare after him.

The Citadel was a masterpiece in glass and steel, the sheer scale of it overwhelming. It reflected back all the lights of Insomnia, tiny twinkling points of brightness that glittered in the dark. The plush red carpet that stretched away into the high arc of the entryway ferried in couples, stunning ball outfits as brightly colored as the feathers of an exotic birdbeast. And Prompto stood there, at the base of the steps, gaping up at it all like an idiot. It took him five solid minutes before he could convince himself to move, and with each step, he became more certain that he was dreaming. No place this beautiful could actually exist. There was no reality in which someone would hold the door wide for him and say, "Right this way, sir."

⚠ Warning ⚠Contains MPREG and graphic labor and delivery Oneshots for Eddsworld Uhhh I'm a weirdo okay bye

After several miraculous strokes of luck Loki somehow finds himself hiding from guards in Thor's bedroom, hoping he won't be discovered for escaping his imprisonment. His older brother wakes and though he's inclined to take Loki back to his cell, he finds himself unable and does something much more unlikely.

Coda to s12E09 "First Blood"Stand alone, one shot!!! What happens when Sam and Dean die in their cells? Where do you think they went this time? In Hell? Purgatory? Or did they finally found themselves where they belonged? This is a story about the time the brothers spend dead. They are in Heaven, yes Heaven, and it's a familiar place as well... Lots of feelings, maybe chick-flick moments, beer, music, love, sex and fireworks...

She doesn't like playing knight to Cloud's heartbroken princess, but it doesn't seem to work any other way. A night at the Gold Saucer makes the role more difficult. Tifa-centric, oneshot.

136. “Seriously, staring at me won’t get me to be your new years date"

Hecatia and Junko go on an evening date. Originally a gift fic for my girlfriend, who insisted that I share with the class.

The heavens wept at how Leon's fleeting aggression, like fireworks, seemed to mock, as did Tonio's cluelessness.