#whoops got a little sad

[m-writes-at-4am]

maybe...if you write me a lil sladick drabble will i consider sharing my ideas.... :3

Mwah of course I’ll write for you.

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Dick woke up cold, he whined when he saw the numbers on the clock said 4am. He curls closer to the heat he knows should be around.

His hands hit empty bed when he reaches out.

He cracks his eyes open to see no Slade in bed next to him. He sits up with the sheets pooling around his waist. With a quick scan to the room he can tell Slade’s phone is still sitting there.

“Slade?” Dick slides out of bed and across the floor as quiet as he can. He sees Slade bent over the small shrine Dick has under the living room window. He places a photo on the sill above the photos Dick has of his parents and Jason.

“I’m so sorry Grant. Happy birthday. We all wish you were here for it.”

Dick blinks, oh. He didn’t know Grant’s birthday was today.

“Baby? Want me here or back in bed?” Dick knows Slade heard him come in the room, he hears everything. Slade shakes his head, “no birdy. Let’s go sleep more. I’m sure you’re cold.”

When Slade makes it over to Dick he can only take his boyfriends hand, “I’m sorry.” Slade nods, he pulls Dick back to the bedroom, “it’s fine, we all made choices there.”

Dick nods. He’s pulled on top of Slade’s chest when they lay back down. “Love you.” Slade let’s out a shuddery breath, “love you too.”

Dick quietly thanks Grant for watching over Slade for so long, he knows they both wish Grant was alive but they never would’ve worked their shit out if he was. Dick closes his eyes and curls his arms as tight as he can around Slade, he loves this man. Wants to protect him. Even if Slade insists he doesn’t need it. Dick will watch out for him here while Grant watches everywhere else.

[franciscrozierofficial]

Captain’s Blog.

Tonight, I have chosen to forgo my nightly nightcap. I think I am dying.

in other news, Jopson is beginning to take after Lt. Little in his mopey-eyed nature. I believe it may have something to do with the fact that I attempted to dismiss his service this morning, as a reward for bringing to my attention that Lt. George Hodgson is being called a “f****t” by some nameless scoundrel aboard.

Meanwhile, I think Lt Hodgson is finally beginning to accept himself as a f****t. Thank Mr. Des Voeux for that miracle.

… hm. There are no other changes to note.

Captain Fitzjames is still insufferable, Mr. Hickey still seems to be scheming, and Lady Silence is still silent.

Ach. What is a captain to do, when his ship does not sail? I have been run aground. The ground, the ice, the pack has replaced the ocean all around us and I miss it like a mother. I miss knowing what to do…

…Blast it all. I’m getting sloshed.

End of Captain’s Blog.

[giggly-squiggily]

Lee megumi and ler gojo bc their dynamic is cute and bc i love your writing hehe🫶 ofc you can decline it if you don't wanna do it💅🏻🫶

Ooo, I don't think I've written for these two yet! (Or if I have- not in a full fic) I've gotcha covered, anon! :D This got a little angsty towards the end, but I'm still proud of it :D I hope you like it!

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps)

@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13

Gojo’s been around the block enough times in his life to know it when he sees it.

Flushed cheeks, averted gazes, a new softness in the way he speaks.

Megumi was in love.

Or at the very least- he had a big fat crush on someone.

And Gojo was gonna find out who! ~~~

“You’re out of your mind.” Megumi told him flatly.

Okay- directly asking didn’t lead to much. Not that Gojo expected it to.

“Oh come on, I know a crush when I see one.” Gojo grinned over his shades, eyes dancing. “And you, my boy, got a big one. What’s her name? Is she cute? Does she go to the academy?”

Megumi’s face scrunched up irritably, and he turned away. “Forget about it.”

“Nah, you’re right- that’s too safe. What’s his name?”

“Gojo-”

“Their?”

“Shut up-”

“Do they go to the academy? Are you guys friends?” Gojo gasped suddenly, a name coming to mind. “It’s Itadori, isn’t it?”

Megumi froze mid step, a heated flush creeping up his neck. Gojo beamed.

“Oh my god.”

“Don’t-”

“I freaking knew it!”

“It’s not like that-”

“Oh is it?” Gojo hopped over, tossing an arm around Megumi’s shoulder, eyes dancing. “You’re crushing on Itadori! That’s so cute! How long? Was it since you two first met? I bet that could make anyone fall in love, the way he swooped in and saved his friends!”

“You’re believing your own lies!”

“Nah, I know when I see it.” Gojo winked, chuckling when Megumi blew air out his nose, face warm. “Wow- does that make Itadori my future son in law?”

“When the hell did I become your kid?” Megumi went to pull the arm off from around his shoulders, but Gojo’s arm was heavy.

“Since I adopted you, silly!” Gojo teased, pinching his cheek. “Oo, should I play the tough dad? I’d have to find a weapon. NO- I’ll play the flutterly mom that’s too attached to her son! Oh, Megumi! Don’t leave mommy alone!” Gojo fake whined, hugging the other closer to him as he spun them around on the mats.

“How about neither, you sicko!” Megumi growled, finally wiggling out of his grasp. “God, you’re so annoying!”

“And YOU are fussy with love!” Gojo laughed, shooting his hands out, jabbing him in the sides. “Okay- no funny parent roles! I’ll be the dashing uncle that gives you great love advice!”

��I don’t neehehehhed that! Ahehahaha, Stahahhap it, you ahahahhass!” Megumi snarled through his laughter, backing away. Gojo-being Gojo, merely followed, still poking and prodding, earning more struggling laughter. “Gohoohoho fuhuuhuhuck yohohohohurself!”

“Oo, swearing! How naughty! How am I gonna punish you?” Gojo laughed, reaching out and properly grabbing the other, squeezing his lower ribs and making Megumi arch with a shriek. “I know! A thousand tickles for that dirty mouth of yours!”

“Gehahahahhahhahaha! Noohoohoohohoho, Gohohohoohjohohohoho plehahahahhahase!” Megumi cackled, doubling over in mirth as he tried prying his hands off. “I hahahhahahhate this!”

“Sure you do. That’s why you’re not fighting back.” Gojo teased with a wink, earning a shaky middle finger. “Oo, that’s two thousand tickles!”

“Gohohohohoohoohjohohohoohoho!”

“You’re so cute! I bet Itadori thinks so.” Gojo grinned, eyes twinkling. “I bet he thinks you’re pretty neat! That you’re the bee’s knees and he’s just waiting for you to ask him out!”

“Nohohohohooho he dohohohoohesn’t!” Something changed then, and Gojo felt himself slow down at the sudden shift in tone. Megumi, now free from his tickles, sank to the mats on his knees, arms around his torso and gasping for air.

“Nohohoo..he dohohesn’t.” Megumi said again, his voice grave. Gojo blinked, curious as he kneeled down.

“And what makes you so sure of that?”

“Because he’s straight, Gojo.”

Just like a flick of a switch, all the humor Gojo was riding on suddenly seemed to die. He watched Megumi’s face scrunch in insecurity before he ducked down, hiding his face in his hair. “Did he tell you that?”

“No, but come on. You and I both know he is! He likes tall girls with big asses! He has posters of them all over his walls. He even went on a date with a girl the other day.” There wasn’t any bitter rage in his voice, just…resignation. “He’s straight, Gojo.”

Humor turned to coiling guilt. Gojo felt his insides twist as he watched Megumi sink into himself. Reaching out, he put a hand on Megumi’s hair. “I’m sorry, Megumi.”

“Shu-ut up.” Something shook in his voice as he went to swat Gojo away, but then Megumi found himself yanked into a side hug, his face pressed against Gojo’s side. “Leave me alone, I’m f-fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.” Gojo only squeezed tighter, rubbing a thumb against his shoulder as Megumi blinked back tears. “Listen, I don’t know what to tell you about Itadori. Hell, I can’t even tell you about yourself. It all comes down to us and figuring out who we are. You think he’s straight, but you don’t know. He might be what you are- a unicorn or whatever.”

“Bisexual. Asshole.” Megumi choked on a laugh, punching his chest.

“Yeah yeah, that!” Gojo grinned, the expression softening as he carried on. “Or something familiar to that! The point is, you don’t know unless you ask. You might be surprised by what he says.”

“And if it’s not good?” Megumi sounded scared. Gojo squeezed him tighter.

“You’ll be okay. Believe me, yours truly has been through many a heartbreak. It’s not fun, but you’ll be okay.” Gojo turned to look at him, meeting his eye. “You’ll probably cry a lot. Crank up some old sad songs in your headphones and hide under the sheets for awhile. Take out all your pent up anger and rejection on some curses and monsters and even me when we train together, have a girls talk with Nobara at some point- don’t give me that look, you can’t tell me she’s not in love with Maki- and by the end of it, you’ll stand up and try again and again until you find the person you love.

“Or, it could work out, and you’ll have all the feelings and complicated bullshit that comes with being in love and dating your best friend and teammate. You’re already halfway there. I can’t predict the future, much to popular belief, but I know no matter what happens, you’ll pull through, kiddo.”

Megumi was quiet, sniffing a few times in thought. “Heh…you really do sound like that cool big brother right now.” He laughed, making Gojo snort. “Really…thanks Gojo. I…I don’t know what to do. What if he’s all…”

“He’s not.” Gojo didn’t hesitate.

“He’s not.” Megumi agreed, shaking out his shoulders with a breath. “Okay. I’m not…ready to say anything. I don’t know if I’ll ever be. But…thanks anyway.”

“That's fine, take your time, kid. Just don’t forget.” He reached out, flicking Megumi’s forehead. “Don’t wait forever. Be greedy- the risk might be worth it.”

Megumi rolled his eyes but let Gojo help him back to his feet. “Whatever.”

“Heh. Alright, ready to train?” Gojo smirked, taking a few steps back. “While we do, you can tell me more about this crush on Itadori of yours!”

“Gojo!”

Thanks for reading!

[very-uncorrect]

I want Tails getting super injured and Sonic going fucking apeshit

[yu-huuuu]

Genin Sasuke, Neji, Sakura, Naruto, Rock Lee, have a passion by the reader and discover the reader is an Uchiha

[ 🌸 ] i was listening to lana del rey while i was writing this, maybe that's why it's so confusing and distressing... mmmhh

characters: sasuke uchiha;; neji hyuga;; sakura haruno;; naruto uzumaki;; rock lee;; some character mentions? 

genre: bad romantic comedy with possible melancholy in the middle- in short angst and fluff

warnings: fem!reader, possible lesbian relationship?, possible endings with an open ending for a sequel that might never come... by the way- endings without a certain ending is a warning?

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𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦?

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━━━◌⁺˚༺context༻˚⁺◌━━━

-okay

-let's imagine this:

-let's say your mother was an uchiha and she left konoha long before the massacre happened.

-Meet your father fall in love blah blah blah

-so years later your mother dies due to a terminal illness, leaving you alone with your father, who already knows that your mother was an uchiha and consequently knows that you are half-uchiha.

-Leaving that side already covered we can continue!

. - . - .

sasuke uchiha

-He was on a two-month mission with his team

-And trying to get away from the world (also from his team) he goes to the forest to walk

-That's when he sees you

-You, being so beautiful and oblivious to the world around you, are making a pretty flower crown.

-At first, Sasuke is surprised by how black your hair is. If the uchihas hadn't been slaughtered, he would easily think you're an uchiha, but that would be impossible.

-He didn't even notice when you noticed his presence

-You only thought it was weird, but, you tried not to judge.

-Being the wonderful person that you are, you started a small conversation with him.

-Sasuke thought you just wanted to flirt with him, which luckily for him didn't happen.

-So he agreed to talk to you

-For Sasuke time was passing slowly, but when he saw the sky again he realized that; the sky that was once brilliant blue was orange announcing sunset.

-With a goodbye, both promised to see each other another day

-He enjoyed your company, he hadn't had a good talk with someone for a long time, pfff-

-and the frequent meetings in the forest began

-sasuke would tell you about this annoying boy/rival/companion for him, sometimes he would tell you about this weird or annoying girl and sometimes when he looked somewhat frustrated he would talk about his teacher/sensei who always read that strange book.

-you started enjoying his nonsense talk, and god you never interrupted him

-because gosh, it cost him to open up to you like this

-until one day you did not arrive at the meeting place

-another week passed

-simply, you had not arrived at the usual meeting place because a relative of yours somewhat distant, but that you loved very much had arrived in the village, so you had not had time to meet with your new mysterious friend

-Anyway

-When your distant relative left you went to the forest again, and you saw him again, this time he seemed to be looking for something with his eyes until he saw you and approached you

"Why didn't you come earlier? I thought something happened to you"

-eh?

-Was he looking for you...?, oh my- he was looking for you!

"a-ah- sorry"

-it was really fun talking to him, you noticed

-you knew him for such a short time, but it seemed like you knew him for a long time

-as if you already knew him before, maybe in another life?

-and guess what~ young crush!

-you are like fools you know?-but you are fools in love!

-yes, sasuke fell in love with you too- but he's in denial, can you believe it?

-anyway

-sasuke accompanies you to your house one night, there was only a week left before he left and returned to his village.

-but he wants to spend as much time as he can with you

-Also, he wants to see if he can take you and your family with him, because God forbid- he loves you and doesn't want to let you go anymore.

-You also know that soon he will go to his town, and it is very likely that you two will never see each other again. Which only makes you happy, as you can't bear to look him in the eye without being able to tell him the truth.

-You had noticed it the first time you saw the back of his T-shirt. The uchiha symbol. The bitter feeling of seeing the last survivor of a massacre was present, it was also the knowledge that you couldn't fall in love or get attached to him. You, you just couldn't do it, you knew how dangerous it would be if someone knew, what they would do to you if someone knew, the danger that everyone close to you would be in

-but, despite that, you had failed miserably. you had fallen in love with him.

-And that's how on that same night you two realize that you don't want to let go.

"Y/N"

You turned to see him confused, they were both practically in front of your house inadvertently you two got closer, until your faces were close

It was like a gentle touch.

Almost like two lovers who meet again after a long time without seeing each other.

Sasuke was the first to speak. you could see everything in those dark young eyes of his, the fear of ruining the silent but so beautiful moment that both of you were having was big “do you think- we'll meet again?”

Fearing to ruin the moment as well, You lied, because you knew that if you told the truth it would break you and you would break him, “yes, I think so. and you?"

“I think the same…”

The little kiss that followed made you feel like you were floating in heaven.

Really magical, like a fairy tale- a fairy tale that would end very badly sooner or later.

And at first, it all felt like a silly, young crush to you. But, now everything felt so real to the point where you didn't know what to do anymore. And when the two of you pulled away to breathe, you wished it was all a bad dream, but you knew it was all real and there was no going back.

Perhaps, the most surprising thing was that you were accepting it... gosh, you were accepting these feelings despite the danger that would come when the truth came out! You really were insane.

The small moment was cut short with Sasuke's gasp of surprise.

you didn't realize.

you didn't even notice.

but due to the strong emotions you were feeling right now- you had awakened the famous sharingan.

. - . - .

neji hyuga

-proud boy

-like my pretty boy from up

-hahahha~

-He thinks that with his Byakugan he can discover all the secrets that people hide

-but

-The only problem he couldn't solve was you.

-there was something in you from the first time he saw you entering the gates of konoha

-you were hiding something in yourself

-but he always wondered what your secret was

-in secret he considers you the great mystery of the world

-guess who was the first of you two to approach, lmao

-honestly, his arrival took you by surprise

-Like, you were in this famous ramen restaurant when this rather attractive boy with pale eyes approaches you. At first, you thought he was blind but shhh don't tell him

-You think he's lost, but no!

-he just asks your name, then he makes a strange comment and then he leaves, and you're like: “🧍🏻‍♀️???- mmh 'kay, see u”

-yes, that was what happen lmao

-anyway

-both of you meet again a few days later

-To this day, Neji continues to ensure that he only passed by the ramen restaurant by coincidence. Liar was just passing by because he wanted to see if he could see you again.

-when you see him, you call him to eat together- You don't know why, but you feel that he needs some company and maybe just to chat, maybe because you always see him bitter?

-You don't know it, but it doesn't matter because he's getting closer to you. Suddenly, you two start such a lovely and warm conversation.

-well- you talk and he just listens, which is great because you're sharing the best gossip anyone could ever hear.

-neji won't admit it and never will, but he secretly loves gossip. don't tell him that I told you

-after that pleasant meeting and let the days go by, both meet again. strangely not in the ramen restaurant

-you met in the small library that is always empty after five in the afternoon

-he was going for a taijutsu book, and you were just going to read something interesting, maybe a great series of your favorite genre?

-neji being the cocky kid that he is, questions you about your reading

-and you, being the person you are, you start a good argument about why the genre you read is so great and why he should read it.

-which he strangely agrees, maybe you did a good job making that argument?

-You recommend the first fiction book you read and he with a pout grabbed it.

-Surprisingly, you and neji see each other again after four days, and this time to your surprise he already finished the book

-and with a small blush, he asks you to recommend another book. The blush is because he is embarrassed that he liked the book you recommended, lmao

-you access, practically visits to the library become common

-sometimes you just eat together in the small ramen restaurant, other times you just walk and talk, sometimes he accompanies you to the house where you stay, and in a cute way, he waits patiently with his hands in his pants until you come in and close the door. And sometimes you both just read together like nerds.

-neji finds out that you are just visiting Konoha and that you will be leaving soon

-his stomach falls

-he feels cold, is this fear?

-no, no, it can't be

-neji hyuga afraid? Is this a joke?

-but as the days go by, he feels worse

-the idea of perhaps not seeing you anymore, of not hearing you anymore, torments him

-He doesn't want to let you go, but maybe if he manages to convince you... you'll stay, right?

-so two days before you leave he's going to look for you

-stars twinkle in the sky when he softly hits your window

-You, clearly sleepy, open the window while you rub one of your eyes sleepily.

"neji?" you asked surprised to see him outside your window "what are you doing here?"

For a moment he couldn't answer, he realized that he had come without any words to begin with. He had to form a good argument to make you stay.

He had to-

"neji?"

"I do not want you to go…"

"wh-what?"

There was no turning back. Taking a deep breath and taking something of value as well, he spoke, "I love you, and I don't want you to go."

You remained silent, it was something to be expected, what Neji did not expect was that the small tears began to fall from your beautiful eyes.

"I can't-"

huh?, couldn't you…-stay?, or couldn't you return his feelings?

"what?"

"-I..." you had also taken a deep exhalation, perhaps- were you afraid?

"Neji, I love you too, I really do, but- I can't stay". Oh, you were hugging him, “I really love you neji. But there's something I haven't told you before, and I'm afraid of what might happen if I tell you…-"

Was… Was this about your secret? "-It doesn't matter"

"eh?"

This time he hugged you, "It doesn't matter, whatever ails you, I'll protect you from it."

From Neji's point of view, it was just him wanting to help the person he fell in love with. But, from your point of view, he did not understand the magnitude of your problem.

“Y/N?”

The blood of the Uchihas ran through your veins, just- what had you gotten yourself into?

"Neji, listen i-"

You watched as his beautiful white eyes stared back at you curiously. And you knew it... This was going to be a long night. The problem is, if you could really tell him the truth, could you or would you run like you always did?

. - . - .

sakura haruno

-she didn't know what to think the first time she met you

-jealous for how pretty you looked? Or admiration?

-perhaps both sensations were mixed together

-or maybe not, it doesn't matter

-Her reasoning is that as long as you don't take an interest in Sasuke everything is fine lmao

-That is, until you approach her to talk to her

-sakura is on a mission of several months with her team

-She had only gone for a walk, she didn't know the town that well

-and apparently neither do you, because you were asking her if she knew where such a library was

-Eventually she accompanies you

-she swears her heart isn't beating like crazy. Liar

-When both of you arrive, and you thank her, sakura could agree that this time her heart was beating like crazy… but only once

-anyway

-the next time you both meet is in the park

-she's just admiring the flowers when you suddenly arrive, shouting her name as you run towards her

-She might have thought you were crazy, but no!

-you were just happy to meet again with someone as great as her

-you two talk more than the last time they met

-The Flowers that surrounded both of you had not fully bloomed yet, they were still pretty buds

-as the days passed sakura changed, just like the flowers did too

-and as the days passed, the flowers had bloomed just like sakura had done emotionally

-little by little you made her see that she was someone beautiful not ugly, you helped her to love every part of herself instead of expecting the boy she thought she was in love with to love her

-She was realizing that the feelings she felt towards Sasuke were fading

-and all those feelings were going to you.

-But the fear appeared, were these feelings wrong?

-Was it wrong to love someone of your same-sex?

-But, despite the fear that just thinking about what could happen if you found out about her feelings caused her- Sakura knew that you would never hurt her.

-because when she was with you, she felt like she could do anything and still be vulnerable.

-felt like she could be herself, not pretend to be someone else.

-without knowing it, you also feel the same for her.

-One day Sakura finally steels herself to confess to you.

-the sun had begun to hide when sakura stops you from leaving

“Y/N… I have something to tell you”

"Hmm?"

"I...-" she still had doubts if these feelings were okay to have, Sakura felt her heart tremble, but, despite being afraid she wanted to bring these feelings out, "I- I think I love you"

For your part, you didn't know what to say.

What?- what could you say to her, what could you do?

The blood of an almost extinct clan was in your veins, what are you supposed to do now?

If you decide to stay with her… you could put her in danger. If you feign disgust towards her, will she ever forgive you? Will you ever forgive yourself?

“Y/N?”

"I…"

Could you tell her the truth you were trying so desperately to hide from the world?

"I have something to tell you…"

. - . - .

naruto uzumaki

-my pretty hyperactive boy

-I love him <3

-it's like a little sun, lmao

-anyway

-you were visiting the town where your mother grew up

-when you feel hungry and decide to find something to eat

-While walking, you come across this ramen restaurant and decide to enter

-it was not a bad idea to enter this place

-the design of the restaurant looked great -you sit while you wait for your food

-You're just sitting thinking about which part of town to visit

-when this super loud blonde boy walks in

-sits next to you and orders a colossal bowl of ramen with lots of pieces of pork

-You think that after ordering his food he would remain silent- you underestimated him

-He turns to you and starts talking to you.

-you can't help but talk too

-Eventually, your food arrives and you start eating

-Perhaps the funny thing is that while you two eat, you don't stop talking

-but it's so nice

-You haven't had a good conversation since you came to this town

-you definitely needed it

-anyway

-both separate to go home, but not before saying your names

-some days go by where you don't know anything about each other

-somehow strange, you can't stop thinking about the guy from the restaurant

-so hoping to see him again, you return to the ramen restaurant

-To your surprise you see him sitting there in one of the chairs, he looked a little pensive, which seemed strange for someone like him. But, when he saw you, like magic, his little eyes came alive again and a big smile appeared on his face.

-somehow that encourages you even more to sit next to him, thus starting another conversation that you could swear could last hours

-It felt good, you noticed. Talk to someone other than your father

-the days passed the somewhat frequent visits to the restaurant were the highlight of your week

- little by little the meetings also began to be in random places

-sometimes both of you would walk for hours aimlessly, you guys got lost once in the woods 💀 lmao

-Eventually, the “big day” came

-in which you would visit the uchiha compound

-the place where your family was massacred- well, your mother's family

-in the back of your mind you were grateful that your mother died a few years before the massacre occurred, you were sure that although she was on bad terms with her clan, deep in her heart she still loved and appreciated them

-It was strange, being in a place that was once your mother's home and that of other people, people who no longer existed.

-A voice distracted you. Aa- someone was asking you your reason for being in this place.

-you turned to see the person with the mysterious voice -was a man with gray hair

“Will you tell me why you are here?”

"Aa... sorry-" were you going to tell him the truth that you were hiding since the day you found out?- no, it was a bad idea. If you did, you would put yourself and your father in danger.

You chose to lie.

Looking ahead, at the abandoned houses, you spoke, "someone important to me used to live here..."

The man looked at you with sympathy now, you turned to him and asked "and you?"

He looked grim now, almost sad, but the mask did well to hide his face from you. Something that did not happen with Naruto, he was like an open book "a friend lived here before and-" it seemed that he was taking a breath or strength to speak "a student of mine too"

You didn't know how to ask the following, “your student and friend – did they die?”

"My student doesn't… but, I hope to save him-, since I couldn't do it with my friend"

With that, the mystery man left. The green vest and the badge with the village logo told you that he was a ninja, he was a grown man. And surely, with so much death and blood on his hands, you felt sorry for him.

You realized how short life was and how miserable you would be if Naruto disappeared from your life. You plucked up your courage. Perhaps you would be brave enough to tell him that you loved him, and perhaps you would be braver in the future to tell him about the blood that ran through your veins.

Running through the dark streets of the city, you visualized it.

You were about to get to him when you saw him hugging a pink haired girl. You froze, Naruto, did he love someone?

Gosh, what were you supposed to do now?

Run? Or wait until they finished hugging, so you could tell him how you felt?

No, you couldn't tell him you loved him if he loved someone else. Your poor heart wouldn't take it.

The most feasible thing would be to run, return to your father's arms.

But, if only you had stayed longer. If you had only listened to the promises they both had made, you would have realized that Naruto was only promising the girl in his arms that he would do his best to bring back her lover.

And perhaps if you had noticed the discreet glances he gave you sometimes, you would have realized his feelings for you and the truth that had already been discovered by the demon inside of him.

. - . - .

rock lee

-my pretty boy

-would be a good boyfriend lmao

-anyway

-he met you while on his way to one of the training parks

-it was about five in the morning and the sun had not even started to rise

-but god… -you looked so beautiful under the moonlight

-he didn't know how to talk to you and he got nervous

-I didn't know whether to start a conversation with you with a "good morning!" or "the sky is beautiful this morning!"

-and he was so nervous, he said: "morning beautiful!"

-You turned to look at him, confused.

-and for once in his life, poor rock lee wanted the ground to swallow him up

-but that would be impossible lmao!

-anyway

-you laugh, you're laughing!

-you are not walking away from him while saying “weird” or something hurtful

-but while you're laughing he notices that your cheeks are a little stained

-As… if you had been crying

-although that would be impossible, it means- you look so happy now

-but despite wanting to know the reason for your tears, he doesn't ask

-still he asks your name

-and he gives you his name in an extravagant way so you won't forget it

-not that you can do it

-but unfortunately you have to go

-you have things to do -like sleeping, for example

-you say goodbye and go

-he doesn't see you again until a week later

-rock lee was thinking about you, when he sees you entering a restaurant

-happy to see you again, says goodbye to his teammates

-and left before they could properly say goodbye to him 💀

-You are barely sitting at one of the local tables when he abruptly enters the door

-asks if he can sit with you, to which you agree

-surprisingly start a good conversation

-even while both eat, the good vibes do not go out

-a few days later he invites you to watch him train, to which you agreed

-it was amazing

-you had never seen a shinobi up close training

-Although your mother's family was a clan of shinobis, you never had any interest in being one.

-It was one of those days when you asked him: “what does it feel like to be a shinobi?”

-to which he replied: “it's like living great. You always have to protect and fight for your teammates, and loved ones."

-it was not the answer you expected, but you appreciated it anyway

-Is that what the people of your mother's clan thought? Protecting and fighting for your friends and loved ones?

-even though those thoughts confused you, you accepted them, maybe in the future you would understand

-the "dates" (as rock lee called them in his mind), had become frequent

-You got to know him better, and he got to know you

-it was just a bit chaotic when you guys were together

-but you enjoyed it somehow

-he was someone fun to be with

-he even once asked you to be his girlfriend

-you wanted to laugh at how sincere he was, but you didn't

-little by little, small romantic feelings were emerging from you

-and those who were in rock lee just be stepping up even more

-one day he wants to declare to you

-without his knowledge, you also want to do it

-but, the fear begins to consume you

-And if something happens to Rock Lee, knowing that the blood of an entire clan was almost extinct ran through your veins?

-but... if you were honest you were a little tired of continuing to hide who you were

-You knew it was a bit silly to want to confess to at least someone of your origins.

-wanting someone to know the truth besides your father

-But, you knew that Rock Lee wouldn't tell anyone.

-you trusted him

The sun was at its highest

You could see the blue sky with clouds that looked like big fluffy cotton balls. Rock Lee had finished his afternoon exercises and was drinking water. You secretly wondered if it would be a good idea to tell him the truth.

Maybe, just maybe, this will stay between the two of you, right?

"Rock Lee?". You would, you would trust him. Just like your mother trusted your father a long time ago.

He had stopped drinking water to turn to look at you, "Mmm?"

"I…"

[givemebishies]

Bluey is incredibly sweet and heartwarming but ngl it’s kind of hard to watch because it makes me sad seeing two little girls having a perfectly healthy and loving relationship w their dad ���

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

So I was responding to this post When an idea popped into my head. Hear me out, a village of giants living peacefully in a valley away from the whole world for years and years. They never needed to change their ways and didn’t know what lay beyond the mountains that surrounded their huge valley.

Until one day someone appears, a tiny little adventurer. The giants are hesitant cause they’ve never seen such a creature, meanwhile the tiny is scared…until they realize that these giants are scared. The tiny calms them by showing them they mean no harm and showing them neat tools and items they had brought along. The giants find these things interesting and begin to trust the tiny adventurer. The tiny eventually leaves but comes back every so often, trading goods with the giants and learning about the giants.

Until one day the tiny comes back greeted by a group of happy giants, who only realize that the tiny is not alone. They’ve brought hundreds of other tinies who are all wearing armor and carrying weapons. The tiny army takes over the village, killing any giant that resists and any giant they feel like killing. It’s a blood bath and the remaining giants are horrified. How could their little friend do this to them? The army demands all the valuables and supplies from the remaining giants, who fearing they could be killed, gather what is requested and give it to the army. The remaining giants watch as the army leaves wondering if they had managed to escape a horrible fate. A year later the army returns and repeats the process demanding items and goods, killing anyone who resists. They repeat this every year and the giants fear when the army will come and they don’t know what they can do to stop them. They just pray and hope that the army will dwindle away or perhaps the tinies will change their minds, but every year they are proven wrong. Children are taught to give up things they love and need in order to survive the tiny army, lest they be killed. The army doesn’t care who resists, whether it be an adult or a mere child. Hell sometimes when every giant does what is said the army picks five random giants to torture for fun. Perhaps years past of this torturous life and one day a giant is found by a tiny. The giant pleads to be spared and not to be harmed and the tiny sees how terrified the giant is. This tiny has no idea about the army that comes to torture the giants and decides to befriend the giant, but the giant is terrified cause of the story about how the yearly visit from the army started with what was thought as a simple friendship with a tiny.

Who knows what happens next, maybe they do become friends. Maybe they figure out how to stop the torture. Perhaps every time the tiny raises their voice in anger or their fist the giant flinches away. Maybe the army finds out about this friendship and kills the giant leading the tiny to fight against the army, or perhaps the army kills the tiny leading to the giant to finally break and rampage against the army which only leads to the army pointing at the giants saying “this is why we must break them”

[dockaspbrak]

The way some fics will throw in "my dears" and "my darlings" from old men makes me think of like old ladies in wigs playing the characters hahaha the most unsexual pet names id rather hear "dude" and cowabunga tbqh

[dinitride-art]

hey fisher. thanks for ripping my heart out with that one post

I’m gonna assume this is about the s3 hug gif post. Listen, they didn’t have to make it like that and then hit us with the airport scene. And then s4 is Nancy telling Steve that they aren’t babies anymore and the kids learning about real relationships and feelings. And Lucas and max being like that and planning a date but it feels different from the times before because they’re old enough to start to realize that they mean something to each other.

And then there’s Mike and Will and they’re doing the same thing and realizing what their feelings are and what they mean and struggling. And Mike and Will, for the first time, are distancing themselves from each other emotionally and physically because they’re too old to not know what everything means. And they’re fighting about not keeping contact with each other and they’re trying to be normal and keep a safe distance and be as close as they’re allowed to be and find these new lines that they aren’t allowed to cross. And they can hold a phone at the same time and grab each other when they’re getting shot at but they can’t hold hands just to hold hands like they did when Will was possessed and they can’t be close to each other for longer than they’re allowed to be. But they keep gravitating towards each other and stepping back and forwards and they can’t fully step towards each other because they aren’t allowed to anymore but they can’t pull away because they need each other and they can’t help it. And Will can only reach out to Mike and put his hand on his back to tell him that he’s the heart, to tell him that he needs to save El.

Everything after that scene in season three is different. They’re kids still but they’re too old to not notice what’s allowed and what’s not. They’re starting to realize what real feelings are and what people mean to them. It all changes because Mike and Will can’t not notice their own feelings. They know what they mean now. They know that it’s not allowed. They’re so fucking scared. But they’re also really brave. Will makes Mike a painting, and while it might not go as he originally planned, he still tells Mike what he wanted to say. Even if he says it isn’t from him. And Mike’s questioning his and El’s relationship. He’s been pushing back against making it more serious, saying I love you, and he doesn’t give in when him and El fight about it. He’s trying so hard to be who he is, to be a good person, while protecting himself from what could happen if he was honest with her. They’re both figuring out how much they can have without being in danger. And this was all set up by the end of s3 with that hug. And hoppers letter voiceover. And the Byers moving. And castle byers being destroyed and the rain fight and all of it. Because they’re figuring out who they are now. And that changes everything,

And if they’d just hugged at the airport like normal I wouldn’t have had to write that addition to that post (or… all of this lol)

[desperatepleasures]

okie I glazed & wadded all my soda stuff and worked on some spoons today and hopefully tomorrow I can glaze my non-soda stuff and start using my colored clay!!!

[croc-odette]

i think this is how the spock/chapel storyline should go. down to elliot’s haircut

[kyunniebuns]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 050 - Lover! HSR Men x Fem! Reader: Can't sleep at night.... ♡ ˎˊ˗

[ Caelus, Aventurine, Sunday, Dan Heng ]

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ ℂ𝕒𝕖𝕝𝕦𝕤 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

"Alright, who is begging to be whooped by my bat—" Caelus announces, his voice full of conviction as he held his bat until his gaze lowered down to see your sorry little state clutching a miniature plushie of him you got from the trailblaze stern's merchandise. "O-oh, babe!"

He immediately panics and throws away the bat he was ready to swing at a moment's notice.

"I uhm... Heh!" He scratches the back of his head before taking your hand. "What's wrong? It's really late now, did you have a nightmare?"

"No... Not really" You slump, entirely upset. "I watched a sad movie and now I can't sleep."

"... Ah, that old film Mr. Yang recommended?" Caelus hums thoughtfully, "Wanna hit the hay with me then? My new room is really big and I got new pillows!"

"Please" You nod sheepishly as your boyfriend guides you inside the upturned storeroom he spent days decorating and renovating.

It was a sight to behold knowing how empty and barren the place was until the astral express team decided to give him the space. Now Caelus had a whole paradise to himself. A kitchen, his own bathroom, a weapon station, and even his massive gaming area that he spent hours on end when the crew isn't off doing training or he's joining March on whatever stupidity to stress Dan Heng and Sunday with since the former head of the oak family has decided to hitchhike for a little while.

"Wanna talk about the movie?" Caelus asks as he kisses your plump cheek so you would look at him. "Or is it too sad?"

You shook your head, not wanting to recall the film that made you look at the wall and contemplate life. Mr. Yang is truly cruel for suggesting such a sad movie.

"Hm..." He ponders, trying to recall the contents of the book he asked from Dan Heng about cheering up your girlfriend who is clearly upset.

Now that he thinks about it, the contents of that book is too cringey and will probably not help you at all.

"Anything you want me to do?" He gently ruffles the side of your head.

"Sunday told me he taught you some voice thingies" You say, your eyes glimmering as you look up at his golden orbs.

"Well, uhm... Err... About that" A dust of pink tinges on his fair cheeks.

He wanted to surprise you with a love song on your anniversary so he secretly started asking voice lessons from him, but maybe he should have told the halovian man that it's for a surprise.

"You will, right?... Right?" You nod expectantly, making Caelus feel all the more helpless as he can't resist his lover.

"Alright, alright" He nods as he clears his throat.

"You can do it, Caelus. Sunday said your voice is really good, just relax" He tells himself.

He needed a bit more time as he developed the courage, but eventually he started humming. He remembered Sunday's lessons well after all, he should be fine.

Caelus kept humming for a while until he noticed you completely passed out in his arms and nuzzling his chest. He silently screamed a victorious howl, crying of joy and thanking Sunday for joining the astral express and for the free singing lessons.

Now he knows the perfect way of coaxing you to sleep without using unconventional methods. The strict guidance he underwent from Sunday is all not in vain.

After all, he has his cute girlfriend snuggled up against him with a miniature plushie version of himself in her arms. What more can he ask for?

So gently, he squeezed you in his arms while kissing your cheek.

"Goodnight, baby. I hope you dream pleasant dreams"

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝔸𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Aventurine has just finished working on his remaining paperworks for the evening until there was a knock on his office, he lazily called out to come in and perked up at the sight if your wearing the pajamas he bought for you the other day.

"Ah, look at you, darling. I knew the limited edition one made of fine silk suits your cute figure, come come. I want to admire you more." Aventurine urges you to come over.

And once you were near enough, he perched you on his lap and peppered your pretty face with kisses.

"It's bedtime now, though, why are you still awake, hm?" He inquires as he strokes the top of your head.

"Can't sleep..." You complain softly as Aventurine presses his lips on your forehead.

"Mm, is it because you need me by your ride to sleep?" He teases.

"Mhm..." You nod sheepishly, feeling childish for such a demand.

"Ah, how cute!" Aventurine muses, giving you another plethora of kisses. "I would love to join you in bed, but as you can see, the ipc is working me to the bone again and I have just returned from break"

He gestures to the pikes of paperwork still on his desk and open documents on the screen.

"Can I stay here then?" You ask, playing with his necktie. "I'll be good, I promise"

"Whatever makes your pretty little head happy, dearest" The signonian man hums, pulling your head to the crook of his neck as a way to coax you into sleeping.

The room soon falls into silence, with the exception of Aventurine's writing and keyboard typings. A sweet aroma of wood and citrus permeates through his office, making the whole place even more cozier than it already is.

And soon, you would find yourself lost in dreamland in your beloved's arms.

It took him a while to notice, but Aventurine soon realizes you're completely asleep. He smiles gently, his heterochromatic eyes gazing so lovingly at your face.

He never really thought he would be holding you like this again given all the trouble he went through in penacony. Not to mention, he was dead set on disappearing there until a knight of beauty rescued him from hell.

Aventurine is not taking another chance at being so reckless again knowing that someone as precious as you is waiting for him at home. And how could he leave you when you're this adorable and clingy? He would rather be humiliated than ever make you upset again.

So once again, he kisses your forehead— A lingering one this time as a way to bless you in your sleep.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Sunday's days are finally peaceful and stress-free ever since he became a runaway fugitive in Penacony. Who knew staying in the astral express can bless him with such clarity and tranquility? He's never had his guard down like this when he was the head of the oak family. He always presented himself as the most perfect person as he can be.

But now, he is dressed in an outfit that is asymmetrical. He lives in a space where there is a mess here and there that he cannot help but tidy up as a way to help pompom. It's quite awkward to reside in the train that bodyslammed him multiple times when he was at the peak of insanity. But this will do. Yes. This will do. Sunday is, after all, still adjusting to the life in the astral express, the astral express that you are also part of.

"Sunny?..." You call out to him as he arranges some books that he borrowed from Dan Heng as a way to pass the time.

"Dearest." The halovian smiles lovingly, putting down the books he is holding and gesturing you to his bed so he can sit you down. "My love, if you sleep this late then you will he moody in the morning again"

He cups your cheek gently, his wings fluttering softly as he touches your skin.

"I just can't sleep... I was scared you're still missing" You murmur, making his heart ache.

"I told you, it's alright now. I'm hitchhiking here" He reassures you before tucking you in his sheets. "I promised you that I will protect you as I give my services to the astral express, you needn't be so distressed."

He then ponders for a while, "Shall I hum you a tune then? My sister used to be like you when she has trouble resting. While I would normally suggest that we listen to her albums, it seems that my love needs 'Sunny'— More right now."

It was awkward to use that nickname, but he would make an exception for his beloved.

"Mhm..." You nod, intertwining your fingers together.

Sunday started to hum a lullaby he used to coax Robin with when they were little. A soft, steady and melancholic lullaby his mother taught him when he was younger. It was one of the few things he cherishes from her. Though her departure is abrupt and sudden, Sunday chooses to remember all the joyous memories he has given him and his baby sister.

And part of that way is singing you the lullaby she would sing. It never fails to soothe you after all.

See?

Your already breathing so slowly. Your chest would rise and fall in a steady manner and he would eventually stop.

"There we go, my little bird" Sunday cooes, kissing your forehead. "Don't worry about me anymore. I will stay by your side as long as you permit me to. I want to see the stars with you a bit longer, so rest well."

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝔻𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕘 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

"Yes?..." Dan Heng answers the door and sees you fidgeting with your little fingers.

"Hi..." You awkwardly greet him.

"..." The vidyadhara steps aside, a silent way of inviting you in since he knew what is going on.

"Am I bothering you?" You ask, glancing at the paperwork on his desk scattered around.

"No, I was finished anyway" Dan Heng shakes his head, "Ignore the papers. I was just reviewing some stuff regarding our recent expenses,"

His blue eyes then glance down at you who is holding a teddy bear he gave you as a present on your birthday. The sight softens his heart.

He lifted his blanket, tipping his head over to it so you can snuggle in.

Once you are settled, Dan Heng tucks you in before climbing in himself.

"Aren't you uncomfortable with my bed?" He inquires, softly patting your hip to coax you into sleep. "I don't have a comfortable mattress like March and Caelus."

"But yours is the warmest" You shake your head.

"Is that so?" He smiles softly, "Shall I tell you a bedtime story the elders tell the children then?"

"Stories?" You perk up at the suggestion.

The stories from the xianzhou loufu are always fascinating and Dan Heng had a talent for story-telling. Maybe it's because of the fact that he loves reading box that he has a knack for it.

He starts telling you the folklore that he finds fascinating. His voice is low but not too quiet, he expresses the right emotions as needed and fluctuates his voice to immerse you further in the story.

It never fails to amuse Dan Heng on the precious way your eyes would light up at the climax of the story and when he tells you the twists.

You are always so amazed by the folk lore he tells like a little girl.

By the end of the story, you are ironically more exhausted than he is as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"What a fun and sad story" You yawn, "Are stories from the xianzhou loufu always full of tragedy?"

"Not really, I just chose this story in particular for tonight" He kisses your forehead as a way to apologize, "I'll tell you a happier one next time then, forgive me for this one."

"Nuh-uh... It's okay" You shake your head as your eyes finally close. "I like Dan Heng's stories..."

And just like that, you are asleep in the vidyadhara's arms— Warming his heart all the more at the sight of you so snuggled up on him.

Truth be told, Dan Heng never thought there would come a day wherein he would ever have a lover. He's always busy attending to the data bank and taking care of March and Caelus to spare them from their stupidity. There are times where he is just so over them and lets them be stupid though just so they can have a taste of their medicine.

But with you? He would never do that.

Dan Heng will always keep you out of danger. He wont necessarily direct you to what not to do or what to— But he will be by your side and ready to extend a guiding hand should you actually need him.

Every boyfriend wants to cherish his dearest darling.

And Dan Heng is no exception to that.

Telling you bedtime stories is just one of the few duties he enjoys doing as your lover and he silently hopes that you keep coming to him to hear all about his culture that he adores.

He presses his lips on yours, applying a chaste kiss before muttering in his native tongue— A silent oath that vidyadharas have to their fated ones. An oath that he binds himself to you. To his beloved. To the one who owns his heart.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: Moshi moshi (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡, this is my official hsr fanfic heuehshab. These four are my most fave in the game currently and I couldn't resist the idea of bedtime with my boys(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠), so here! This is my first official offering and to many more. I will add a few more lovers ofc, but I wanted to kickstart it off with these bbs in particular( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩). ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[nvuy]

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO THE BOOTHILL COMMUNITY I'm eating very well this week salute for your contribution 🫡🫡🫡 I also like the idea of sappy boothill he's the type to say "my girlfriend hates me I hope I die" and the Jessica and Roger rabbit dynamic is so!!!

he’s your ride or die. it’s most definitely a case of somebody asking “what do you see in him?” to which you reply “he makes me laugh.”

he’s so whipped to the point he’ll be in a serious debacle with somebody, guns drawn, throwing threats, but as soon as he hears the custom ringtone he’s set up that indicates that it’s you calling, he holds up a finger to his opponent and answers the call.

example: “oh, keep talking.” his gun is aimed directly in the centre of his opponent’s forehead. “one more word and i’ll blow a nice hole through yo–”

his pocket vibrates and chimes a ridiculous tune.

gun disappears back in its holster, the red targets in his irides fade and he turns his body away to answer the phone. “hey sweetie!”

his opponent is stunned. “wh–”

boothill holds up a finger. “of course i can buy dinner on the way home! what do you want to eat?” his opponent just barely hears a voice speaking on the other side of the phone. “mhm… i can get that… no problem… hey, you’re not working on friday, right? i’ll take ya out for dinner. there’s a nice little restaurant on the xianzhou luofu i think you’d like… sound good? i’ll see you tonight… love ya lots.”

probably makes kissy noises before he hangs up.

“seriously? are you–”

whoops. trigger finger’s a bit too itchy today.

adding onto what you said, he’s so sad when you’re upset with him. to me, he seems very disorganised and more of a risk taker. he’s got a body of steel; lots of risks won’t even leave a dent on him. he’s constantly running late to things, constantly leaving tasks unfinished to start something he finds more interesting. he’s in for the thrill of the ride.

one time, he forgot a date he himself had set up.

not only did he come home to find you clearly upset over it, but he was absolutely fuming at himself. apologised one million times to you, two million kisses, probably got on his knees, and he can’t ever forgive himself.

even if you’ve already forgiven him, you’re laughing and trying to get him to stand up because “you’re a grown man acting like this.” he latches onto you like a koala bear.

it’s not even that deep either. it’s just a lunch. it’s not like it was a special occasion. speaking of which, he’d never forget a birthday, valentine’s day, whatever traditional holidays you celebrate. never ever.

he’s actually such a sappy gooey loser it’s so sweet. his favourite thing to do is bury his face in your neck or your chest or your lap. he’s all over you like sticky sweet honey, and you can’t get rid of him that easily.

[tossawary]

Cracky SVSSS Canon Divergence AU: Shang Qinghua (Airplane Bro) gets it into his head to try and "fix" Qijiu's relationship in order to 1) make his own work life easier and also 2) hopefully avert the ruthless destruction of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect by distracting Shen Qingqiu away from being a real piece of shit whenever the protagonist finally shows up. (Luo Binghe isn't here yet.)

Unfortunately, he gets this idea because he accidentally slept with Yue Qingyuan. It was during a late budgetary meeting. They'd both been slightly drunk. Yue Qingyuan had been sad and Shang Qinghua had been sad AND horny. It was a "bro helping another bro out" kind of thing! Shang Qinghua still can't really believe it happened. But it can't happen again! Bad idea!

Shang Qinghua encounters Shen Qingqiu in a brothel with half a plan on how to start unraveling that much damage, only... uh... Well, Shen Qingqiu got the wrong idea about what Shang Qinghua wanted from him, and Shang Qinghua's favorite type unfortunately happens to be "scary and mean and very pretty". Fuck! He accidentally slept with Shen Qingqiu too!

So, okay, back to Yue Qingyuan, who will definitely be the more reasonable person to talk to, because he hides all of his massive trauma like a polite person! Oh, shit, Yue Qingyuan is pretty hot, isn't he? And is coming on to Shang Qinghua again for a casual fuck... and whoops, the bad idea happened again! Fuck! When Shang Qinghua tries to have a productive conversation afterwards, Yue Qingyuan even confides in him a little. Yeah, bro, it IS super obvious that you're totally hung up on Shen Qingqiu, and oh, shit, you are NEVER going to make the first move, are you?

Okay, maybe "fixing" these guys is just not possible. Mistakes! He has made them! Shang Qinghua is just going to stay out of things moving forward. He's going to avoid them now! Oh, shit, Shen Qingqiu wants to know why Shang Qinghua was staring at him in that meeting and is slamming against a wall and- uh. Oh, wow. That's hot.

"Both of them?" Mobei-Jun says later, too bemused to be jealous. (Moshang aren't a thing yet. Maybe not ever a thing like that in this AU. Demons also have different societal conventions even so.)

"BOTH OF THEM!" Shang Qinghua wails, lying facedown on the floor of his house. He doesn't know why he's actually venting to Mobei-Jun, but he has NO ONE ELSE. He's getting SO well laid, sure, but the constant nagging feeling that he's going to get maimed this way is really putting a damper on the sex. Qijiu really, truly, honestly do NOT know that he's sleeping with both of them. "What is wrong with these people?! Why is their taste so bad? I made everything so much worse..."

"Stop fucking them then," Mobei-Jun suggests, as helpful as ever, which is not helpful at all. Mobei-Jun has never been helpful to anyone in his life. When he's not mildly annoyed by it, he thinks this shit is hysterically funny.

[luveline]

How about Steve with a reader who already has a kid? Like they're in their twenties and she has maybe 2 or 3 year old. Her ex isn't in the picture so it's just her. Maybe the fic is Steve finally getting to meet readers son/ daughter. Maybe she has to leave their date earlier due to a babysitter problem and Steve just comes along with her and they spend the night together.

ty for requesting <3 mom!reader, 2k

“Try not to show fear,” you’re saying, your hand pulled tight against his. He savours the softness of it even as the concrete steps to your house force you apart. 

“I’m not scared.” 

“I’m just saying, Steve. Toddlers know when you’re scared.” 

“But I’m not scared.” Steve has handled worse than toddlers. If your kid is anything like you, this will be a walk in the park. 

You grin at him and give him one of your cute shrugs, though shyness he recognises from your first date stiffens your shoulders again as you open your front door. 

Your home is small. The first thing he notices is the cramped space walking in, the tight stairs, but the second thing he notices is the amount of life, photographs that deck the walls and colour everywhere, clothes folded and waiting to be taken upstairs, little shoes in a stand by an open bathroom door. 

“Melanie?” you call. “You okay?” 

Melanie appears in the door with a huge watery frown, who Steve assumes to be your young son smiling on her hip, unperturbed. “I’m so sorry.” 

She’d been incoherent on the phone, though eventually squeezed out that it was nothing wrong with Noah. Melanie’s boyfriend appears to have broken up with her over the phone. 

You scoop Noah off of his babysitter's hip, holding him with far more ease. He drops his face with affection to the curve of your bare shoulder. It’s a shame you and Steve had to come home —you’re wearing the nicest dress he’s ever seen. But not a shame, because Steve’s excited to meet the baby. 

You could’ve sent him home. He assumes this means some level of trust and, better, permanency. If all goes well, he might be able to ask you to go steady soon. He’d love to do it tonight. 

“Don’t worry, Melanie, you can’t help it if something bad happens, can you? I’m really sorry about your boyfriend. Do you need me to drive you home?” 

Melanie sniffles miserably. “No, that’s okay, I can drive. I’m sorry.” 

You rub her arm. “It’s okay, really. We were just gonna have dinner and head home.” 

Steve internalises his reaction to that tidbit well. Melanie gives him a sad smile and passes by, her shoes heavy and smacking as she leaves with a mumbled farewell. 

“She’s a little emotional,” you say sympathetically, before turning your attention to the sleepy kid on your shoulder. “Sorry, Noah, guess you’re stuck with mommy and her new friend. Do you want to say hi?” 

Noah lifts his head, following your hand where you point at Steve, a smile like yours on his lips. 

Steve genuinely isn’t scared of kids, he loves them, and he loves talking to them. “Hi, buddy. It’s nice to meet you.” 

You hum appreciatively. “Go on, say hi to Steve.” 

“Hi,” Noah says quietly. 

Your voice is different around the baby, not any less pretty but softer, and quieter. It has Steve lowering his own voice in an attempt to mimic you. “Hi, bud.” 

“He’s my new best friend,” you explain, ushering Steve closer, your hand touching gently to his shoulder. 

Noah’s even more your image now he’s closer, all your eyes and smile and brightness, but he’s got someone else’s nose, and he’s got a bad case of yawns. You laugh at his scrunched nose, wiping your thumb lightly over his bottom lip. “You want to go to bed, sweet boy?” you ask. 

“No… buppy.” 

“You want your buppy. Okay, I’ll get it for you.” You pull your arm through Steve’s. “Let’s go.” 

He laughs and goes happily. Your kitchen is empty compared to the hallway, it’s surprising, but then you open a cabinet for the aforementioned bubby and a couple of things come tumbling out. “Whoops,” you say, popping Noah down on the floor. “Can you put those away for me, please? Thank you.” 

Noah tries his best, but everything he puts in comes tumbling back out, earning a few high-pitched giggles. You crack the fridge open for a pint of cows milk. 

“He doesn’t have formula?” 

“No, you can give them whole milk after a year, but he doesn’t really need it anymore, it’s just to help him self-soothe at nighttime.” 

“Mom, I can’t do it,” Noah laughs. Steve thinks that great, that laughing. He could’ve had a tantrum (Steve wouldn’t blame him). 

Steve crouches down. “Can I help?” 

Noah gives Steve a smile, eyes squinting nearly entirely shut. “Yes.” 

“Okay, awesome. Looks like your mom needs more cabinets for all your stuff.” He starts to pick up the pieces. 

“I need a whole new house,” you say, filling the bottle about three quarters before sticking it in your microwave uncapped. You set the timer for fifteen seconds and prop your chin in your hand, elbow on the counter. Steve thinks it’s your best angle yet, your dress, your arms, the friendly smile you’re wearing that hasn’t once ebbed since the first date. It all gets his chest in a twist. 

He knows getting your baby to like him is make or break. And he really wants to give this a shot, you and him, you and Noah. He thinks you’d be good together. (Maybe he’s crazy and too forward, but you really are beautiful in your dress.) 

“How’s that?” he asks, closing the cabinet behind a tower of bottles and baby bowls.

“Perfect! Good job, baby,” Noah says, tapping Steve on the knee. 

Steve snorts. “Thank you.” 

“He’s going through a phase of saying everything I say,” you explain, yanking open the microwave to test the milk on the back of your hand. 

You deem the milk sufficiently warmed and offer Noah your hand, swiping a takeout menu from the fridge as you pass, and once again grabbing Steve by the arm to drag him along. He’s content to be dragged. You lead everyone into the living room, and he’s again surprised by how small it is. 

You catch his look. “Are you judging me, Harrington?” 

“What? No? Of course not.”

“Messing with you. There’s an extension out back, on the kitchen? That’s where I keep the rest of the toys.” You drop down onto the couch with a sigh. “Come here, babe, come cuddle with mommy.” 

If Noah weren’t in earshot, Steve would make a joke about how he hopes you aren’t talking to him. It’s probably a good thing he doesn’t.

You lay back and Noah climbs up onto one side of you, his hands out ready for his bottle, while your arm stretches out for Steve. “Come ‘n’ sit.” 

Steve sits knee to knee with you. He’s not scared of kids, and he isn’t scared of you, either. He knows exactly what he wants, and he isn’t afraid to let you know it, taking your hand where it lies open on your thigh. 

“What were you gonna get?” you ask, nodding to the takeout menu. 

“I don’t know, I’ll have what you’re having,” Steve says. 

“What if you don’t like what I’m having?” 

“I’ll learn.” 

You tip your chin up at him, beaming. “Yeah? What if I like something completely unamerican?” 

“I gotta learn sometime, right?” He squeezes your fingers nicely. 

“Well, my Noah likes everything.” You kiss Noah’s forehead, stealing his attention from his bottle, bright eyes tracing your face and then your hand where Steve is rubbing the back of it. 

“Then he can have some of everything.”

You and Steve share a loving smile. Smiles smiles smiles, everybody’s getting on, this is the best sixth date anyone’s ever had, best date full stop, though your fifth date was a close second. You and Steve had spent hours together in a park in the city eating picnic foods and soaking in the sun together, your nose brushing off of his ribs, his jacket balled up under your head. He’d kissed you twice that night when you finally, sorrily had to go home, and you’d said, Aw, I really like you, as you held hands on the stoop. He should’ve asked you then to give it a proper go, but now he’s met Noah he figures it’s as good a time as any. 

“Hey,” Steve begins, clearing his throat, “would you–”

“Woh!” Noah shouts around the teet of his bottle. It falls from his lips. “We wiw hands,” he garbles, a bunch of baby flavoured gibberish as he leans over your stomach to cover your hand where it’s held in Steve’s. “Mom!” 

“What, babe?” 

“My hand!” 

“You’re not jealous, are you?” you ask with a laugh. 

“Mom!” he says, slapping your hands insistently with his own. 

Steve loosens your fingers, leaving a gap between your palms. “Quick, bud, put your hand in.” 

Noah climbs onto your leg and presses his hand into the fold, though he grows annoyed at the weird fit, and immediately starts to sniffle. Steve winces, but you’re used to it. “Aw, don’t start the waterworks. Come on, what happened to sharing? We’re good sharers.” 

Steve lets go of your hand. He’s reluctant, sure, but he doesn’t wanna be on anyone’s bad side. Noah cries for a few seconds like he’s forgotten why he’s upset, but he sees your open palm and the cog finishes turning. 

“Hold mommy’s hand,” you say, wiggling your fingers. 

Noah thinks about it. He ends up on his side across your leg staring at you, then at Steve, who smiles at him cheerfully. “He’s so handsome,” Steve says. “He has your face. Guess that’s why you’re so handsome, huh?” He shakes his head at Noah gently. “‘Cos you got all your good looks from your mommy.”

“He knows what that means,” you preen, leaning down to speak closer to Noah’s ear. “Don’t you? You’re my handsome boy.” 

Noah puts his hand in Steve’s with another tinkling laugh. 

“Oh! I see how it is, you wanna be Steve’s friend too. Can’t let me have anything for myself, can you?” 

“No,” Noah says cheekily. 

Steve collects Noah’s little hand in his. “Good!” he says. “You should get everything you want, just like mom.”

“Think so?” you ask. 

Steve nods. 

You cover Noah’s eyes with your hand and move up to press a quick kiss to Steve’s lips. “Like you?” you ask. 

Steve’s just stoked to have someone he likes actually like him back at the same level. Noah squirms away from your hand to squeeze Steve’s tighter. Two someones. 

“Like me,” he says, grinning. 

“Mommy, kiss!” Noah says urgently. “Kiss!” 

You pull your gaze from Steve’s. “Sorry, I’m sorry! Come here, baby, I’ll give you a kiss too. I guess I’m gonna be giving double the kisses I used to, my poor chapped lips.” You kiss kiss kiss Noah across the forehead. 

Steve flusters thinking about it, making a mental note to get you some chapstick. He’d go pretty crazy for a crown of kisses like that. 

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