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myscprin · 2 years

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Qiucheng Week 2022 | Shame · Awe

Monday 09 MAY

Thank you @qiucheng-week for hosting!

Some Young Qiucheng to start off the week! Beware: Mild cursing and extreme fluff below!

He Cheng was tired. So tired. He Tian started teething, which meant the toddler was twice as temperamental and cries for twice as long. After finally soothing the baby, the power of whiskey proved useful once more, He Cheng still had a difficult time getting some shut eye. Every time he did, a certain white-haired, mohawk, loud-mouth would pester him. "Hell City" this. "Motorbike" that. No matter how little interest He Cheng showed, Qiu would continue on his ramblings one sided. Just the thought of the punk's voice made his ears warm. That gruff voice, how would it sound breathless? How would it feel against his ears? His chest? His thighs?

No.

He shouldn't be having these.. these shameful thoughts. He Cheng wasn't sure what was the bigger problem. The fact these thoughts were becoming more frequent, more intrusive. Or the fact that he's becoming okay with them bringing him some sort of solace.

"What's up with you?" That alluring voice asked him.

He Cheng, brows ever knitted together, only frowned more in response. What timing this fucker had.

"Angry at me or the world today?" Qiu's gravelly hum was rather upbeat for a tough-lookin' teen covered in leather and spikes.

He couldn't say both; how could he explain to the metal head that he was his world?

"Ooooh I see how it is"

Did he really?

"Qiu-ge has just the solution." The humming shifted to light laugh.

Suddenly, He Cheng felt thumbs pressing at his forehead. Strong, calloused thumbs rough from whatever the other did in his spare time. Fighting. Fixing motorbikes. Playing guitar. Or Bass. Or even the harmonica. He Cheng instinctively scrunched his face when the pressure didn't let up. Instead, they dragged up and out, which Cheng's muscles naturally had to follow.

"There. Who knew He Cheng could look so young and handsome?" Qiu's dimples revealed themselves as he burst into an open-mouth laugh.

Handsome? Qiu had the nerve to call him handsome? As if Qiu wasn't walking around blessed with both dimples. Wasn't simultaneously a spiky softie. As if he didn't have the most contagious laugh that only He Cheng seemed to me immune to. Didn't have a voice that could be stripped raw from growling along to 'Hell City' one night and stay jarringly deep and intact the next day. That voice. Fuck.

"Hey, don't go frowning again! I just fixed that!"

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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months

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Flufftober Day 19 | We’ll always protect you

Pairing | Fiancé!Steve Rogers x Fiancée!Avenger!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.9K

Summary | It has always been Steve's dream to become a Dad, and suddenly, that opportunity seems closer than he could ever have envisioned. When a little girl is abandoned in front of the Avengers Compound, he can't help but take an immediate liking to her, and he feels the urge to keep her safe no matter what.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, angst: Child abandonment (they’re left at the Compound), mention of infertility, mentions/descriptions of anxiety. Hurt/comfort.

Prompt(s) | 19. Keeping someone safe | @flufftober

A/n | I've been thinking of writing something like this for a while, and I'm happy I've finally got a chance to do it! I hope you will all enjoy this one. Writing was quite a challenge, but I hope I could do this topic at least a bit of justice.

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

Divider is made by @cafekitsune | GIF credit to the owner

Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

It is a beautiful spring day, and you and your fiancé, Steve, are on a run through New York together. In all fairness, he keeps his pace lower just so he can keep up with you, and he usually runs some more on a treadmill afterward, but the quality time together is always excellent.

"Can we... just for a... I need to stop," you pant as you slow your pace and come to a complete stop shortly after. Steve can't help but smile as he sees your bright red face from running, sweat dripping everywhere, and your hair a whole mess.

And still, despite all that, he can't keep his hands off you as he pulls you close for a much-needed kiss. Who needs air when you have a delicious super soldier who has to touch you constantly?

"It's not fair that I'm all sweaty, and you didn't even get a tinge of color on your cheeks from our run…" you say with a pout, though you're still thankful he wants to come along with you, even if it's just for some company.

He swiftly kisses your pout away with a sweet, tender kiss that has the butterflies in your stomach fly harder than usual.

"I can think of a good way to break a sweat when we're back, though," he says with a glint of mischief, and you already like where this is going.

"We better head back then, right?" you say after taking off, and Steve follows immediately until he matches your pace again. The last 2 miles went by in a blur, and before you know it, you're back at the Compound.

You're about to open the door when Steve suddenly stops, as his super soldier hearing is picking something up. He hears a faint cry somewhere and can't let it go, so he excuses himself.

When he rounds the corner and walks towards the garage of the Compound, the crying gets more significant, and that's when he sees it.

There's a baby wrapped in a thick bundle of blankets with a note tucked between the blankets on their belly, and they're crying uncontrollably. Steve can feel his heart breaking as he crouches to pick them up.

Before you can even ask what's going on, Steve's holding the baby close to his chest while rocking them back and forth slowly.

You gently get the note out of the blankets, and when you read it, your heart shatters into a million pieces. As you fight against the tears, you tell Steve what's on the card, though it's hard to do that and fight against your tears simultaneously.

Please, take good care of her because I can't do it; I'm sorry. She deserves a life I can't provide her, though I hope you can. Her name is Isabella, and she was born on October 12, 2023.

"Steve, she's only a week old! How can someone do this to her?!" you ask as you let the tears flow, and Steve is fighting against them as well, though he tries to be strong for the both of you.

"Let's bring her to Dr. Cho first to check her over, and after, we'll see what we have to do next, okay?" Steve says softly, and little Isabella has calmed down immensely, even falling asleep in Steve's arms.

"I just… I don't fucking get it!" You say as you let your anger take the best of you, and you immediately regret it as you wake up Isabella, who starts wailing.

"Sshhh, it's okay, Babygirl, you're safe with us. We'll always protect you," Steve shushes her, but you can't believe someone would do this to such a perfect human being.

After you've found out that you're infertile, it hits even closer to home, and you have to remove yourself from the situation before you do anything you'll regret later on.

"I- I can't, Steve. You take her, and I'm going to shower," you say without looking at him, knowing that if you do that, you will lash out at him even though none of this is either of your faults.

Steve takes little Isabella to the medbay in the meantime to have her looked over by Dr. Cho, and after some careful examinations, she has been deemed fully healthy, apart from a bit of malnourishment.

"I will give you a list of basics you need to get for her since she obviously won't be breastfeeding, but I also need to contact Child Protective Services, Captain Rogers," Dr. Cho explains, and Steve nods in understanding.

"I get it; I just hope they don't take her away from us. I don't think we'd be able to get through that, especially not with everything she's gone through," Steve says, referencing your infertility.

As it turns out, though, neither of you needed to worry about Isabella being taken away from the two of you.

Today is the last visit of the social worker before they decide if she can stay with the pair of you, and you've been anxious and walking on eggshells around everybody for about a week now.

"Munchkin, can you come here for a few seconds?" Steve asks, but you're too nervous, still pacing the room. You've changed your outfit three times and styled your hair just as many times.

The anxiety is taking over your mind and making Isabella nervous, too, but you haven't noticed that. Steve most definitely has, however, and he can't take it anymore.

"Okay, if you don't want to listen, I'm going to take matters into my own hands," he says as he walks over to you, pulling you into his chest, and you just let yourself melt into his touch as his strong arms hold you close to him.

"We're going to be okay; I know we will be. You heard what the lady said; we have nothing to be worried about because she has never seen two people who are more cut out to be parents than us," Steve says, and you can't help but let the tears flow, your hands fisted the back of his shirt.

"I just- We're so close, Steve! I can't lose her now... She's such a perfect little girl and deserves the life we can provide her. And- and I love her so much, it's like she's my daughter that I brought into this world," you say between sniffles.

"I know, Munchkin, but I have all the faith in the world that she can stay with us," Steve reassures you with lots of kisses. When there's a sudden knock on the door, you get snapped out of it and rush to the bathroom to fix your make-up.

Steve picks up Isabella, who is wearing a white playsuit with red hearts all over it and looks adorable. The social worker is ready to go immediately when he opens the door.

"Come on in; Y/N will be joining us in a few minutes," Steve says, and he offers her a drink, which she happily agrees to.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I wasn't here to greet you!" you say as you sit in front of the social worker, taking Isabella from Steve and giving her a bottle you prepared before walking into the living room.

"She's perfect, isn't she? And that little suit she's wearing makes you fall in love with her instantly," she says with a big smile, and you couldn't agree more.

Steve comes back soon after and sits down next to you, his arm laid over the back of the couch so he can still touch you.

"Well, I suppose I shall start with the good news first. I have had a few meetings with a judge, you two, of course, and one other social worker on this case to see if she can stay with the two of you, and I can officially congratulate the two of you! If you still want to, you can adopt little Isabella," she says, and you look over at Steve, tears streaming down both of your faces.

"Are- Are you sure?" you ask, and after one more confirmation, you let yourself sag against the back of the couch, still mindful of Isabella, who is happily drinking away.

A few weeks later, all three of you are at the courthouse to sign the adoption papers, and from that moment on, you're the proud parents of your little girl, Isabella Rogers.

When all three of you arrive back at the Avengers Compound, you are surprised by a small get-together Tony has planned for Isabella and the fact that you are finally having the family that you have dreamt of.

Everyone is taking their turns to cuddle with Isabella until it is time for her to get a bottle, and this time, Steve has taken to the task, so Tony has pulled you apart for a minute.

"How're you feeling?" Tony asks as you're standing in the kitchen, the get-together still happening in the living room. You're glad Tony is also taking the time to look after you; you love how he is just like your second Dad.

"Relieved, mostly, but I suppose it is also a double feeling. I know, and I'm delighted that she's ours, that she is part of our family now, but it also stings a little bit that she's not biologically mine, you know?" you say with a sigh, tears prickling behind your eyes.

"The one thing I wanted more than anything is to become a Mom, and even though I achieved that goal, it almost feels like I've cheated life or something," you say, and Tony pulls you in for a big hug, letting the tears stream freely.

You don't need him to say anything, and it's as if he can sense it because he holds you close while you let out your tears. Steve has come to check up on you, but once he sees you're with Tony, he kisses your head before returning to the party. He knows you're in good hands.

When you've finally calmed down, Tony says something that warms your heart.

"Listen to me, okay? You're the best mother Isabella could have ever wished for, and this is the universe's way of telling you that you should have been her Mom all along. She was born to end up with the two of you, and there's nowhere else she should be right now," he says, his hand placed on your cheek, his thumb rubbing reassuringly over your cheekbone.

"Thank you so much, Tony. It means the world to hear you say that. And thank you for being by our sides through everything; I will never be able to repay you for everything you did but know that I am deeply thankful for you, and I love you more than you'll ever know," you say, and after one more big hug, you two go back to the party.

"I love you, Steve, and I'm happy that our little family is finally complete," you say before giving him a soft, slow kiss that takes your breath away.

"I have to say, I know life has its ways for everything, but I can't say I would have wanted our family to get together any other way," he says before pulling you into his side.

You look at Tony cooing at the little girl, and he looks up at you to give you one more wink, which warms your heart. You would do it all over again if it meant that you would get to live your dream, and it felt like your heart was overflowing.

"I love you, Munchkin," Steve whispers, and you let a big smile escape your lips. You can't stop looking at your daughter; your heart is filled with love.

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thewritersaddictions · 6 months

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Day Nineteen: Jim Hopper + Uniform

There's something about Jim, and that's before you come to the sheriff's department to bring him lunch one afternoon.

You and Jim had been dating for a few very good months now, but you had yet to see him outside of the fancy restaurant Enzo's, at his cabin, or when you took little trips and stayed in a comfy little bed and breakfast.

You had just been yearning to see him in his whole get-up. Wanted to see if he stretched out the sheriff's shirt like he did the nice flannels he wears to Enzo's or how he stretches out the jeans how he does the sweatpants he wears.

You were in a dazed thought as you pulled into a parking space in front of the sheriff's department. You aren't sure how long you'd been driving while making up dreams of what Hopper might be looking like this afternoon.

When you walked into the department you had excepted it to be crowded and filled with life, but it really wasn't. You looked out the window realizing that you might have come at a bad time. You walked towards the front desk. An older woman stood up, "What can I help you with dear?" The older woman asked.

You look down at my purse and the lunch bag you had locked in your hand. "I was… I'm wondering where I might find Sheriff Hopper?" You asked in the strongest of voices. Her face contorted for a slipt second then she just had a realization. "You must be Y/n, I'm Florence, Hopper's secretary." You release a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding on, so tightly.

"He'll be back in a few had to pick up a troubled kid, you can wait in his office," Florence says to you. You walk in stride behind her trying to keep up with the older women. Florence opens the door for you, and you turn. "How do you know me?" You ask her, She smiles "Hopper talks about you a lot even if he's not that much of a talker." With that Florence is gone, and you're left in Hopper's office.

While you wait you get his food out of the bag, placing it on the right side of the desk, and you start to look around at the walls of his office. Pictures, and photos with special people around the town when Hopper had become sheriff.

“I’m not bookin' you, son, I’m just gonna call your uncle.” You hear Hopper talking outside the office. You panic for a moment and jumble around to get into the seat across from his desk.

The door opens wide and with a pounding force on the other side. Hopper doesn’t notice you at first not until he goes to sit down and he sees food, and then your beautiful face.

“What are you… FLORENCE?” Hopper shouts. She walks fast to the door. “Oh, I forget to tell you that Y/n was here.” She leaves. Leaving Hopper standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“You were gonna call somebody? Do I need to leave?” You ask him. He looks down at you. Anger and confusion melt away. “Oh hell no, stay here and then I can have lunch with ya sweetheart,” Hopper says. He settles down and reaches over for the phone.

It’s a rather short conversation with “I understand” and “It won’t happen again.”s added to almost every single other thread of conversation.

“Now let me get back to you sweetheart,” Hopper says. His voice was deeper and thicker. He gets up to the chair squealing with the weight coming off the old springs. “Stand up sweetheart,” Hopper says shutting his door and his blinds. “For privacy love.” He assures you.

You stand up. You had worn a little sun dress, one that gave off the curves of your body. Exposing most of your skin to the afternoon sun. "Do a little spin f'me." Hopper's voice is husky, sending shivers down to your core. As you spin the dress flutters up exposing more of your skin to Hopper.

"God'damn, you are so beautiful," Hopper mutters mostly to himself. You smile timidly. This is new territory. You want to ask Hopper to do a spin of his own. You want to see how he looks in his whole uniform. The light brown doesn't clash with his skin, rather makes his blue eyes sparkle.

He reaches out his hand for you to take. "Come sit on my lap?" He offers, and you take his hand. He walks softly to his chair getting comfortable before dragging you into his lap. Hopper's one thigh becomes your seat.

You talk and Hopper eats.

Hopper can feel your heat seeping through your cotton panties into his work slacks. It's driving him insane as you innocently talk about the garden behind your house, and how the kids that you do story time with at the library today were so good at listening today.

Hopper bounces his leg, bouncing you ever so slightly up and back down. You don't say anything about it at first. You nibble at your own food, not really hungry for food right now. Maybe Hopper reads your mind, or maybe something else gives it away.

Continuously Hopper bounces his leg, giving a few sharp bounces, and a few loose and slow ones. Trying to gather some sort of rhythm, that's good for both you and his leg.

Hopper finishes up the food you delivered to him, but he doesn't want you to go just yet. You go to get up after Hopper had thrown his trash into the can across the room. A large hand pulls you back down.

"Don't go just yet, baby," Hopper whispers. You nod and stay put. The bouncing of his leg hasn't stopped only getting better and better. The vibration and the force on your clit hitting the muscular thigh make your eyes go crossed. "I can feel your heat through all these layers," Hopper whispers into your ear, as he pulls your back into his chest. You try to look at him as your head rests on his shoulder.

"Jim…" a strangled moan falls from your lips. You don't ever call him by his first name unless you have far long gone in your mind. Lost to the power of your euphoria. "Are you enjoyin' yourself?" Hopper asks in a sultry tone. You moan, and press your lips into his bread-covered jawline.

Your imagination could never meet the reality of what and how Hopper feels in his uniform. You can feel the hard metal of his buckle digging into your back, but you welcome the pain of it. "Answer me, sweetheart." Hopper demands of you. "Yes… fu… yeah JIm I…" You're having a hard time expressing yourself as he grinds his kneecap into your clit. Wet panties sticking to the material of the slacks. "I bet you are sweetheart. I can feel how wet you are. You gonna make yourself cum on my thigh baby?" He whispers to you.

Your mind was already frizzy and frazzled, but now it's white-hot blank. You see nothing but the euphoric feeling that pumps through your body. You shift needing more pressure, or attention. Hopper's hands are held around your waist and pressed flush into your breast.

Your hands land on the crumb-covered part of the desk. Knuckles going white, and eyes closing tightly as you get just the right amount of pleasure from the hard muscle between your thighs. "Oh, sweetheart…" Hopper mumbles, "I can feel you, gonna cum baby? I know you are, god you're so beautiful." Hopper words are hot and push you over the edge.

Cumming through your white cotton panties and all over his uniform slacks. Your body leans, and lumps over the desks. Chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. Hopper's large hand sprawls against your back as he rubs deep, and meaningful circles into your back to calm you.

"Fuck Hopper…" You mumble out, "Did you come just for lunch, or where you think' about somethin' else." You chuckle a little, "What… I got a little hot from your sheriff's uniform." You say back, not yet lifting yourself from the desk. "Good to know sweetheart."

Completed: 07/29/23

Posted on: 10/19/23

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goliig68 · 10 months

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I can love a character and still admit when they're wrong. I love mo guan shan but can acknowledge his flaws (he has none) and can hold him accountable for his wrongdoings (he's never done anything wrong in his life) and call him out for his actions (which are always correct)

#19 days #mo guan shan #love of my life❤❤#my dearest cinnamon roll #my baby fox #my red ball of fluff

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woncon · 6 months

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Flufftober Day 19

Keeping someone safe

🍁 mingi x gn!reader

🍁 thanks to @wonsheep for helping me fix my grammar mistakes and for giving me advice how to convert a whole story into another language precisely ❣

🍁 flufftober masterlist | main masterlist

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"Love, don't move." Your voice is serious, eyes on the boy's shoulder.

"What?" Mingi is too curious, he tries to look at it.

"Don't. Move."

"Y/n, you scare me."

"Just relax. Gonna fix this in a minute. Until then, no sudden moves." It's like you're talking to the stinkbug resting on his arm. After all, the point is to make sure the bug doesn't move so you can take him down and defuse him before he can set off a stink bomb.

You quickly take out a tissue, and with a swift, firm, precise movement, you seal the insect in the fabric, then remove it from your partner's shoulder and don't stop until you reach the bin.

"What was it?"

"A stinkbug."

"Do I stink?"

Mingi sniffs his shirt. You do the same, then shake your head, resting it on his shoulder with a smile.

"No. I saved you."

"Thank you." He kisses your forehead. "I would have panicked if you weren't here."

You're proud of yourself, because Mingi's kiss is very gentle, his lips touch you so fondly.

flufftober taglist (send an ask! <3)

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nightye33 · 5 months

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Hahahahahahah

reference: 19days

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #illustration #19 days #19 days meme #19 days manhua #manhwa #jjk fanart #jjk smut #jjk gojo #jjk geto #megumi fushiguro #jjk fluff #jjk fandom #jjk memes

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lipglossanon · 6 months

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Walking Through A Graveyard

sweet stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - SFW

warnings: stepcest, kissing, fluff

based on this!

not proofread ✌️

“This is quite morose.”

Leon’s amused tone makes you roll your eyes, “You said you thought it was interesting in the car.”

He laughs and pokes your side making you side step away with another eye roll, softened by a half smile.

“I wanted to see if the rumors of a vampire grave were true.”

Leon follows along behind you as you peer at each rundown, moss covered tombstone. You stop, drawing him up short before he bumps into you.

“Oh wow, it is here,” you turn, a bit wide eyed to point out the grave in question to Leon, “see that tree? They say it grew from the stake settlers used on his body.”

Leon only smiles, eyes sparkling as you grab his hand to drag him closer.

You let go of his hand to crouch down by the tombstone, softly tracing the word ‘trandofir’.

“It means rose in Romanian,” you state, standing back up, “and they say that rose bush grew from his nails.”

Leon looks around and sees the rose bush in question.

“He died from a flu pandemic,” turning to Leon, you take his hand in your own, “but the settlers dug him up and supposedly found blood in his mouth so they staked him.”

Leon hums following along as you tug him over to the roses, “Kinda wild, huh?”

“I’ll say so,” he gives your hand a quick squeeze, “any other weird graves you want to look at?”

You grin at him but shake your head, “No, just wanted to see if this was true or not. Tis the season.”

Chuckling, Leon presses a quick kiss to your cheek, “Fair enough, sweetheart.”

A sharp wind gusts around you, tossing dead rose petals into the air and making you shiver.

“Let’s get home,” he murmurs, kissing your temple, “drink something hot and watch Ernest Scared Stupid.”

You belt out a laugh, “You’re such a dork, dad.”

He shrugs easily, “It’s a classic. And besides, I like watching it you.”

You smile, feeling butterflies in your chest, “Let’s get home then.”

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#lipglossanon #lipglossmasterlist #lipglossanonmasterlist #lipglossanon promptober 2023 #promptober 2023 #promptober 2023 day 19 #sweet stepdad!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #fem!reader #sweet stepdad!leon s kennedy fluff #sweet stepdad!leon s kennedy #alcoholic/sweet stepdad!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #alcoholic/sweet stepdad!leon s kennedy #fluff #short and sweet

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aotomegane · 4 months

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WE LOVE CONFIDENT MOMO!!! 😤

#19 days #old xian #mo guan shan #little red fluff ball

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ohrightgaypeople · 1 year

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such a simple sentence; such a simple couple of chapters.

but 422 rly came to emphasize to us why the events on the present were so bad; why they're hurting so much. it's not like we didn't already know - like everything we've been shown in the development and growth of their relationship, but man...

man, does the simple reminder of how far they came and what they were striving for.

tldr.: when we go back to the future, is these small simple moments we've now been taught that are going to make it hurt more.

translation: @19daysmanhua

#19 days #mo guan shan #he tian #tianshan #im not ok #why do i always do this #I could just accept the fluff and more showing of their character growth but nah #let's all be sad bois ig

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meltedcheesetoast · 2 years

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The man was too stunned to speak

#19 days #19 days fanart #old xian #he tian/mo guan shan #he tian x mo guan shan #mo guan shan #he tian #tianshan #tianshan fanart #19 days comic #comics #fanart #digital art #19 days fluff

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isogashiro · 1 year

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crying

#19 days #he tian #mo guan shan #tianshan #old先 #old xian #thank you ox i will rest in peace now #i never thought i would live to see this after years of reading 19days #fluff after angst >>>

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3lji · 1 year

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i love tian bullying mo for being smaller than his gigantic self 💘

#oppress that little fluff ball yes #19 days #tianshan #mo guan shan #he tian

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xinhua-jun · 1 year

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ME???? SOBBING ON THE FLOOR??????

#IT’S MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK #😭😭😭#zhanyi #tianshan #19 days #Christmas #domestic fluff #📌

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suguruslut · 11 months

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the veins in Brother Qiu's arm....I'm not hungry for crab, Brother Qiu....

#19 days #brother qiu #he tian #he cheng #little mo #mo guan shan #jian yi #zhan zheng xi #jianxi #motorcycle #manga #humor #fluff #yakuza #angst #childhood friends #friends to lovers

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prettyiwa · 1 year

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2 May 2017 | 11:06

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Iwaizumi’s tired. He’s tired of the commute—nearly an hour for a distance of fewer than fifty kilometers by car, longer with public transit, longer for you. He’s tired of the cost of everything here.

He’s tired of not seeing you, tired of missed connections, of maybe—if he’s lucky—feeling you come to bed in the late hours, of waking up to leave before you. He’s tired of the bickering, of the fighting, of taking out frustrations on one another instead of talking about it with one another.

He’s exhausted, thoroughly. Completely. He misses you more than when he was over 8,000 kilometers away from you.

So, when UCI offered him a position as a T.A., he took it. At least it will keep him busy while he’s missing you. At least he can help other students interested in sport sciences—well, interested enough to take courses in the subject. It gives him a prime opportunity to work more closely with Utsui outside of his own classes with him, something he’s endlessly grateful for.

The undergrads are eager to get going early—not that he can blame them—and, as the quarter started last week, he has no objections to letting them leave ten minutes early. He uses that time to check emails, making certain that no other students have any urgent inquiries, that Utsui doesn’t need him for anything else for the day.

Your text tone chimes, asking when he’ll be done with his lesson for the day. When he asks why, you respond with a simple, “Come to the parking lot.”

He isn’t expecting to see you leaning against the car with a familiar insulated bag in your hand and your book bag on your back. You look tired, just as exhausted as he feels, and a weary smile appears when he comes into view.

“Hey, there, handsome.” Your voice is heavy with the reality of the last couple of weeks, no cheer or lilt to be detected. “‘M sorry for all of the arguing. I’ve been taking things out on you and it’s not okay. I want to do better.”

“It’s not just you. I’ve done the same. We’ve both been kinda shitty.”

“Mm. That we have. I have some food from your favorite restaurant and I thought we could have a little picnic?”

“That sounds… amazing. We can do that if we talk about what’s been going on.”

Tension visibly leaves you and the smile you give him is a little lighter. “Absolutely, Hajime.”

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