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Stiles thinks no one is listening, so he just... stops talking. It's just like that asshole Peter to refuse to take the hint.

He was the last person Namjoon expected to hear from - thought he was dreaming when he saw the email in his work inbox. It was short and simple, typical Hoseok. Just: We saw what happened. We’re so sorry. If you need get away for awhile, you’re always welcome to come stay with us - JH. He wonders now if Hoseok was surprised when he said yes. If Hoseok only extended the invitation because he didn’t think Namjoon would actually come. (Or: Namjoon chose a solo career and left Yoongi and Hoseok behind. Seven years later, after being outed by a Korean tabloid, he ends up on their couch in Queens, trying to face an uncertain future. And confront feelings that have persisted for nearly a decade.)

A collection of my Irondad Bingo prompts Chapter 13: Peter defending Tony

"Let go. Shhh . . ." a gentle purr escaped his throat. His finger caressed a nudge upon her knuckles. "Let go . . . for relief must soak your body. How you yearn to touch yourself . . . to feel . . ." Severus broke his stare with a slow blink, angling his palms in a failed attempt to cup her breasts. ". . . and feel good. Such a deprived little witch, aren't you?" "What was your sin, professor?" "Not so memorable as this, Darkling . . ." A star-crossed love between a melancholic, hypoesthesic witch and her Dark Arts professor.

Lan Wangji was not delusional. He knew Wei Ying was dead. The sharp stab of hope had spread out and dulled. But there was something firmer than hope, firmer also than fantasy, which he would not leave behind. Even if Wei Ying was gone and would never come back, nothing would take his place in Lan Wangji’s heart. He thought about that occasionally, when he glimpsed the moon through stark branches on a forest trail, or when he felt drowsy and distant in the seat of honor at banquets. It was simple. He would always love Wei Ying. - Over 16 years, Lan Wangji’s faith is rewarded as rumors solidify: The Yiling Patriarch survived Nightless City and became a powerful sect leader in a distant land. Mirthless, jaded, aloof: this stranger sounds nothing like the Wei Wuxian whom Lan Wangji loves. But as political backstabbing and a monstrous magic threaten to destroy the cultivation world, Wei Wuxian will return one last time.

He thinks maybe he should be unsettled by the impact she’s had on him. Thinks maybe it should chafe. That maybe it should remind him of HYDRA and having his choices, his will, ripped away from him. It doesn’t. She doesn’t. It, she, the memory of her, feels like choice.

It's a simple thing really, driving and working to forget every horrible thing he's trying to leave in his rearview mirror, but when Tubbo picks up a hitchhiker that's hell-bent on remembering, he maybe stops driving so fast, stops trying to forget, maybe tries to figure out where he's going.--It's about learning how to let go.It's being okay with saying goodbye.

"Thế này thì sao, Getou." Bản năng mách bảo Suguru nên chạy trốn trong khi còn có thể. Nhưng mông cậu vẫn dính chặt vào ghế. "Cậu có thể đến xem tôi luyện tập và cho tôi vài lời khuyên hữu ích về bài tập của tôi, và đổi lại, tôi sẽ bỏ qua việc kiện cậu về tội tấn công." Cậu cười tươi. "Hợp lý chứ?" Suguru muốn tát cho hắn một cái. "Cái gì? Chính cậu là người hôn cổ tôi." "Sau khi cậu đấm vào tay tôi như thể đấm vào xe tải. Thôi nào, bạn. Cậu thực sự muốn hủy hoại sự nghiệp khúc côn cầu của mình ngay bây giờ sao? Tôi không nghĩ các đội thể thao trong tù giỏi lắm đâu." "Cậu là một thằng khốn nạn," Suguru nghiến răng nói. Đôi mắt xanh lam sáng lấp lánh. "Và cậu có đến bảy cây gậy khác nhau trong mông, nhưng ai mà đếm cho hết chứ?" Suguru chỉ là một chàng trai đang cố gắng hồi phục từ những vết thương chưa lành trong quá khứ. Satoru là ngôi sao của đội trượt băng nghệ thuật đại học, hiện thân của tất cả những gì Suguru ao ước mình có. Vì vậy, khi một chấn thương bất ngờ đưa đội trưởng đội khúc côn cầu đến gặp người đàn ông rực rỡ này, tất cả những gì cậu từng biết về các nguyên tắc của mình đều bị đảo lộn. Hay nói cách khác, Gojo, cậu skater nghệ thuật kiêu ngạo, nghịch ngợm đã tự chuốc lấy hậu quả với sự bất mãn tuổi đại học và những cuộc mây mưa ở những nơi không mấy sạch sẽ.

On the 9th day of November XXXX, Kim Seokjin of Bangtan Sonyeondan died. The day he died at the hospital, he's given a choice. He'll be resurrected for seven days, and if he can get the members to say they want him back, he'll be given a second chance at life. The problem? He's wearing the face of a stranger.

Some things were just never meant to be.

"But one of the shadows was alive and Frodo had hoped for that, but not dared to look and be disappointed. It moved and crouched behind him, wrapping his arms around the small figure and holding him close." Frodo is about to leave all that he has ever known behind. His friend and lover is there to comfort him - and to say farewell.

Marco Diaz, dimensional traveler, dragon-cycle rider and all around tough guy, catches up to his arch-rival. They catch up. Later, he makes a wish upon a Star.

Two old friends meet up on one cold Atlean day to share a few drinks and reminisce. AU Flown North/ Hummingbird/ Qrose/ Dusty Rose/ Hunter's Dream. I will warn this many times: this is not a happy story. Originally posted on Tumblr. Inspired by: The Same Old Lang Syne by Dan Fogelberg, Taxi by Mandy Patinkin, and Fireflies by Ron Pope.

The eggs tasted even better than they looked—fluffy and buttery with just the right amount of salt. Objectively, they were much better than any of the meals he had over the past five years. So why did eating them fill him with revulsion? “Finney, what’s wrong?” A tear trickled down his cheek, followed by several more. “I—” He swallowed. His shoulders trembled, and he sniffled. Unable to endure the alarmed concern in his father and sister’s eyes, he focused on the plate in front of him. “I shouldn’t be here.” And then that ugly, beautiful truth ripped through his skin like a shirt several sizes too small: “I should be with Al. I want to be with Al.” **** After five years of captivity, Finney Blake is finally reunited with his family. He agrees to testify against his kidnapper, but the wounds on his heart run much deeper than the ones on his body, and doing so might not be easy. But just because something isn’t easy doesn’t mean it’s not worth doing.

Matteusz has just lost his family and home, Charlie lost everything he loved before and they only start to know each other but is it really impossible for them to stay together? In other words, Charlie tries to comfort Matteusz and ends up comforted by him, also there is a lot of talking about poetry and basically mostly fluff.

Castiel finally broke Metatron's spell, got his Grace back and helped angels to return to Heaven.