Steve has been exposed to sex pollen, and for some reason Tony is the person who's been called in to assist him.
Tony knows that he can't take advantage of Steve in this desperate state, but it's awfully hard to remember that when Steve is rubbing up against him and describing all of his deepest fantasies in excruciating detail.
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18 Oct 2018
“What is that,” Obito says flatly.
“It is a cactus,” Gaara says, like that’s the only question here. Deftly, with an air of ceremony, he sets the pot in Obito's hands, and then tells him, “It reminded me of you.”
Lan Wangji pulled a booklet out of somewhere, and Wei Wuxian knew it was a copy of the school rules, including the dress code.
Lan Wangji’s eyes sweep over Wei Wuxian, and lingered at the bottom of her skirt, where it stopped a bit more than halfway down her thighs.
With such a stare, if this was anyone else at all Wei Wuxian would suspect something, but of course this was just Lan Wangji doing her job as a prefect. It seemed like she checked daily. It was kind of amazing Lan Wangji had lasted for so long now without saying anything. Wei Wuxian had been getting worried that something had happened to her eyes.
Girl’s Love(yuri) / High School / No Powers / Alternate Universe fic
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation
14 Oct 2018
Three times WuXian smiled even when he wanted to cry plus the one time he didn't have to (and the one time he was so happy he could cry)
WangJi observes him silently for a moment before laying back down and tugging WuXian along with him, wrapping an arm around WuXian’s waist, his heartbeat slow, steady and warm beat against WuXian’s back. He places a gentle kiss to WuXian’s shoulder.
“I’m not looking,” he says, “so it’s fine. You don’t have to smile for me.”
28 Sep 2018
“You know what you have to do, don’t you?”
“Let go.” That was the answer that he had to give, what the flowers even symbolized. He had to get the surgery and let go of Wei Ying forever.
Lan Zhan shook his head. “I can’t,” he barely whispered, getting up from his brother’s embrace and turning towards the door. He left behind the two daffodil petals.