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#ive suffered him enough this week
oatbugs · 7 months
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whenever i think/talk abt a "you" it's at least 5 different people usually
#ive been thinking about how you separated the star of david into triangles and taught me about the equilibrium about as above so below#are we in equilibrium? ive been thinking about the star of david and the rest in peace beneath it#fuck the fascists and fuck how they took you and fuck how theyll take everyone. am i good at analysis?#it turns out weve all been lying a lot. it turns out the person weve all lied the most to was ourselves.#ive been thinking about your 5 journals and a whole week of crying just to realise our sin. you felt like a nucleus inside a fuzz of#electrons and i felt like the fuzz of electrons. we caught a ribbon and followed it past the point of discomfort#this is how you breathe so that you dont die and this is how you breathe so that you do. on your own terms.#i am going to be a good architect. i am going to be a good engineer. i am going to be a good neuroscientist. i am going to be good.#i reserve the label for being a let-go-of-labels person. i am going to be the one who lets go of identifiers#and make it my identity. how do you achieve constant bliss? separate the nucleus and the fuzz.#suffering from the impact of the self and the self-image، you told me about the bliss of separation.#okay. let them hate the cloud. youre inside of it all. i am nothing. this is not a label for the self. mereology is a lovely thing.#baby you are ripping through all these spiderwebs just to live. this is part of the normal developmental process. i am surrounded by people#who throw sums of millions out of their mouths like any other lovely word. i cant stand the thought of your loss#except only in theory. ive been thinking about the bird with the broken wing in florence and how we stood around it until#two friends picked it up and took it home in hopes of nursing him back to flight. ive been thinking about how we are designed to care#for each other. tomorrow you will have your dreams crushed. the day after you will keep going. we are sharing#in the wonders of being perceiving beings. isnt that enough? why do you need to perceive the monstrosity of your own soul? is it#because i love you? is it because you love yourself? you love yourself enough to allow yourself to feel the terrible corners of you.#you can finally stand on your own. you can only stumble forward until you walk for the first time.
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titsdelicate · 8 months
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#this is so mind numbingly exhausting i don't understand how everyone else seems to just do it?#it was such a weird day#started out in a good mood but then boss scolded these two interns cause of a mistake#and like he wasn't shouting exactly but he raised his voice and said so many things like you are so careless im suffering so many losses bc#bc of you outsiders are going to think i don't have a good team and i don't have control over my team#and how we should always note things down because we're so distracted and not serious#and how before going home everyday we should report to him what work we did today#i understand that he's being reasonable (maybe? idk) but it sounded so eerily horribly like my dad i couldn't function properly for an hour#why are men so similar everywhere#why am i SO scared i could feel the disappointment radiating off him and he wasn't even mad at me and i felt like a failure#which is so embarrassing like girl stop you are a 20 year old adult woman you will not cry at your workplace because an angry man triggered#your dad issues#and upar se there was a new intern at work one year younger than me and oh my god he was so annoying#like i talked to him first bc i pitied him like what if he felt alone it was only his second day but boy literally could not stop talking😭#like ok it's kinda cool that this senior di she trusted me enough to be like you teach him this project report this when ive only been#here for 3 weeks but bhai😭 he's so annoying 😭 i have newfound respect for the di how does she handle all 7-8 of us interns i would go#crazy and shout at everyone and tell them to leave me alone 😭 but she's so patient and kind and answers dumb questions 100 times#but she's leaving this office permanently from next month bc of her ca final :( i mean very good for her she deserves better more money#better work hours better office etc. but :(( she's leaving :((#as you can see i have both dad issues and abandonment issues so fun lol
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urostakako · 8 months
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my mom is the best person in this household and she is the best person in this whole fucking family and im sick of people acting like its otherwise
#ive never met a person who has made more sacrifices than her#my aunts and my grandma made her life absolute hell and my dad never believed her and blamed her for ripping our family apart#he only believed her when he heard it straight from his sister in laws' mouth. HIS SISTER IN LAW. NOT HIS WIFE.#my dad's sisters are constantly shitting on her. constantly constantly constantly and he never thinks theres anything wrong with it#because shes from a 'lower' family and because what right does she ever have over his siblings who have bullied him his whole life#it makes no fucking sense how he can side with these people over his own wife. what kind of husband are you#and my mom has done infinitely more for my brother than my dad but somehow my brother finds blame for her for every single thing#if there is a problem like the lights going out EVEN IF MY MOM ISNT FUCKING HOME my brother will find a way to blame her for it#because everything is a womans fault. if she makes him late to school once he wont talk to her for weeks disregarding all the times he made#her late for work and made her work until 9 in the fucking night to make up for it#and if my dad ever does the same thing? oh its not his fault 😐#these people are all the worst hypocrites#everybody has their flaws. my mom surely has flaws too. but who are you people to act this way to your wife. to your mother.#someone who has sacrificed for you over and over and over again and continues to suffer because of you but still does things for you without#complaint#my mom's mother is sick and was so close to dying these past few weeks. alhamdullilah shes doing better now#but my dad did not call my nani or my mom's siblings once. NOT ONCE. never asked about her. never did anything#and then when my mom had enough and called him out on not being there for family he yelled at her for being crazy and unreasonable#but if this were any of my dad's siblings and my mom didnt call hed throw an absolute fit 'oh youre horrible you dont even think of family?'#my mom is somehow always the scapegoat for every single problem. if my dad drives recklessly and breaks smth in the car#and then my brother drives the car he will blame my mom for breaking the car because women are always horrible drivers#if my dad leaves the lights on and the bulbs stop working my brother will blame my mom#if my brother does something horrible my dad will say my mom is the reason hes grown up this way#DISREGARDING THAT HE HIMSELF ENABLES MY BROTHERS BEHAVIOR.#im so sick of this family im sick of their hypocrisy. my mom is the best person theyll ever meet AND THEY KNOW IT#if i could be even half the person my mom is i would not have the problems i do now#aricouldyounot
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gremlingottoosilly · 4 months
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oh my god i love ur writings sm, im gonna sharw a lil silly thought i had for a while now
okay so..im really into all soft könig and loving husband könig but.....him getting mad at us but like in the possesive jealous way.
ive seen alot of girlfriends pranks their bf by saying "i miss my ex.." and i kept wondering how would könig react if we prank him like that yk 😵😵
Ah, so you have chosen death. Konig is by no means a confident man. He is cocky, yes, his ego is as giant as his dick - but this is all a very clever disguise of his disgustingly soft and fragile core. He is afraid of losing you, nervous of not being enough because, deep down, he understands that this is who he is - a pervert, a guy well in his thirties who dates a younger woman because he has no luck with women his age, who see his obsessive and desperate tendencies for what it's worth. He is gaslighting himself into thinking you didn't have a life before him. no exes, no past lovers, he manages to convince himself to think you were a virgin before he magically came and picked you up to be his wife - so, he doesn't take any mentions of your ex well, even the prank ones. If you hated the poor bastard, then congratulations - you just managed to kill him with a few words. Konig is on a mission to find the guy/girl/pal and kill them, preferably in the most gruesome way. You can already feel that the prank had gone wrong just by Konig's eyes - if you don't want any homicide to be committed, you would have to immediately reveal the prank and suffer the wrath of jealous and possessive sex you will experience for the next two weeks in case your Colonel husband is off the deployment - Konig needs to fuck the feeling of of his system, and he is not afraid to literally lock you up in the house again, forbidding you from even stepping out in the nearest months.
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notrattus · 8 months
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So proud of you for reaching almost 1,5k!’ can i get something for the celebration? memory card 1 and save slot 1 please, im thinking Husband leon coming home from a tough mission and f!reader waking up to take him a nice bath and feed him. Just helping him calm down and come back to earth. Thank you 💪🏼✨
hi anon!! tysm!! ive taken sooo long on this celebration that it’s just the equivalent of regular fic posting now 💀 but!! ty for sending something in!! i have a soft spot for husband leon he is one of my favourites to write so hopefully you like what we ended up with this time <3
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husband!leon kennedy x f!reader
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disclaimers; non-sexual nudity and stripping, very minimal mention of injuries and that’s about it!! this was written while fighting writers block so </3
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The sound of the front door swinging closed startled you awake. The resonant slam echoed from the entryway through the open door of the living room where you had fallen asleep on the couch with a fluffy blanket laying over your knees.
You had been waiting for your husband, Leon, to come home following a job in China. You received the news of his return only a few hours previous and set yourself the task of staying awake to greet him despite it being the early hours of the morning already; safe to say that the drone of whatever crappy tv show you had on wasn’t enough to fight off sleep. But despite the scare, excitement flooded fast through your veins when you realised he had finally made it back to you.
You hopped to your feet and threw the blanket aside, practically leaping to the doorway and peering around the wooden frame to see him standing there in the dimly cast light, his shoulders rounded and clothes scruffy in a way you rarely see.
“Honey?” You called quietly, slowly stepping into the entryway of your home like the enthusiasm you were holding back would startle him. Leon looked… dishevelled. His hair was unkempt and his shirt had a layer of grime on it, both things he would usually care to fix but in his rush to get back to the states he cared for neither, there was an open cut on the sharp of his jaw and when you met his eyes there was no spark behind them. But he manages a slight smile for you.
“You’re still up?” He mutters, voice scratchy and laden with fatigue. It’s not apparent but Leon feels that bit lighter as soon as his gaze locks on you, the corner of his lip tips up a fraction more and a sense of relief floods him, benumbed to the aches of the injuries he's suffered when you open your arms to him. “Of course, I was waiting for you.” You gently explain, finding no need to mention your brief nap.
Leon crumbles into your embrace, a heavy head falling to your shoulder and sore arms wrapping around your waist so tightly while he sighs his deepest yet.
“You didn’t have to do that.” He begins with words muffled against you. “It’s late, aren’t you tired?” As he clings tighter you find yourself not caring for any dirt he may be getting on you, carding a hand through his hair that's dry with the dust the wind blew at him. You shrug, one hand sweeping up and down his back and offering the most comfort he has known for weeks.
“Only a little bit, not nearly as tired as you, I bet.” You say lightheartedly, slowly easing away from the hug so you can take his hands in yours, finding new scrapes and calluses, fresh shades of purple and blue marring his knuckles. Leon mimics your shrug and hums. “Yeah.” He grunts tersely and it’s easy for you to see that he isn’t feeling like himself when no witty remark follows up.
“Have you been okay on your own? I know it’s been a while longer than we anticipated but-”
“I’m just fine, my love. It’s you that I’m worried about, come on.”
With his hands still in yours you gradually coax Leon upstairs, though you could be fooled into thinking that he has aged a decade with how slowly he ascends, a shuffle and a thud for each step. “How about we get you cleaned up first, yeah? A change of clothes will surely help you feel better.” You’re telling him more so than offering him, knowing that if the decision was his own he’d fall asleep before anything else but in his current state he’d only feel worse when he woke up.
He nods as you pull him into the bathroom and squints when the light comes on, grumbling something under his breath. “Alright, just a quick shower then.” He yawns towards the tail end of his sentence and gives you a puzzled look when you plug the drain to the bath, the rattle of the short chain catching his attention. Leon’s brows furrow and pull a wrinkle into his skin when you twist the tap and the patter of the water against the bottom of the bath begins.
“Sweetheart, you don’t need to do that. It’s fine, really.” There’s a softness to his voice, almost sombre, but you're set firmly on doing this for him.
You take a step towards him and shake your head, smoothing the scrunch between his brow with a soft touch of your thumb before cupping his cheek. “Leon, if you stay stood up any longer I think you’ll collapse. Plus, it’ll help you relax.” He gazes down at you as you bring both hands around the collar of his shirt, unfastening the buttons with lithe fingers. He doesn’t bother to try to stop you, knowing the tells of your determination.
“Just let me take care of you, it’s the least I can do.” No further protests fall from his lips as you unbutton his shirt, pulling it open slowly and noticing that the fabric has stuck itself to his skin in a couple of places. With sweat or blood you're not sure but ripping it free would only make the sting worse no matter what it was, so despite Leon growing restive under your inspecting gaze you take your time pulling it free.
You feel your breath hitch in your throat as you tuck your hands under the shirt and carefully push it off of his shoulders, expecting to be faced with a sinister wound hiding beneath.
But to your relief you find nothing offensive, there are a couple of grazes and deep set bruises but nothing that requires any amount of panic or hasty patching up. Your relief must’ve been palpable too because Leon lifts a hand to your waist and squeezes softly, a smile on his lips as he says; “I tried to be more careful this time. Hopefully it shows.”
You pull the sleeves off over his hands and dump the shirt in a pile on the floor, making a mental note to stick it in the wash come morning. “Thank you, honey. It really does.” You mutter, eyes wandering his toned torso just to be sure and you watch his chest rumble with mirth. “You know I don’t do it on purpose, right?” Leon hums, swallowing a gulp as you direct your attention to his trousers, shifting his feet unthinkingly like nervousness compelled him to.
“I know, I know.” You huff, a pout on your lips. “But that doesn’t make me worry any less.” You calmly explain as you unfasten the button to his trousers and tug the zip down, making Leon shudder. “It’s alright I can-“ He cuts himself off with a grunt, replacing your hands with his own and trying poorly to hide how such simple things fluster him. You titter knowingly and step away back towards the bath, your back facing your husband.
“Sorry, my love. I wasn’t trying to, I swear.”
You earn a small huff of a laugh for that one, listening to the shuffle of him taking his pants off and leaving them in the same heap as the shirt. “Sure thing, honey.” He grumbled, lightening up a little. It made him a slight timid but any touch of yours was enough to make Leon’s blood run warm despite any innocent intentions like the ones you carry now. At least he can blame it on the time you’ve spent apart, but the truth is that even in such familiarity any brush of your skin against his makes heat roll down the back of his neck and goosebumps prickle up on his arms. It’s just what you do to him.
“Recoup some energy first, okay?” You give him a sidelong look and a cheeky smile, pulling your sleeve up your forearm and testing the temperature of the water with a quick dunk of your hand. Just a little bit more cold and it’s good to go, so you shut off the tap and give the water a swirl with your arm to even the temperature, ensuring that it’s not too hot to immediately sink in to.
For the moment you forgo the use of any fanciful soaps or salts, wanting first to help Leon rinse down and hopefully avoid irritating any scratches with any lather that could aggravate the scraped skin. That and the fact that Leon is awfully stubborn about being pampered, he will occasionally use the odd nice thing for himself but if you tried to use one of your higher end products for him he’d call it a waste. While he’s as tired as he is you’ll keep it simple and maybe pamper him some more when he’s rested enough to appreciate it.
“It’s ready when you are.” You smile, flicking the droplets of water off your fingers towards Leon. He laughs, short and airy, and sidles up next to you with his shoulders hiked up and jaw clenched. He definitely needs this. “‘Anything else I can get you, my love?” You ask while lifting a hand to his shoulder, encouraging him to roll them back and drop the tension he’s holding. He shrugs, testing the water for himself.
“How about something to eat? Or at least a drink?” You don’t want to force his hand but hope to encourage him with your insistence, wondering how long it has been since he’s had either. Leon nods curtly. “A drink would be nice, please.” As you say it he seems to realise just how dry the back of his throat has become, adams apple bobbing with a dry gulp.
“Of course, what would you like?”
“Surprise me.”
You step out of the bathroom while Leon lowers himself into the tub, hearing a grunt from past the open door and the click of his elbows that goes with it. You could swear that every time he comes home he brings a new ache with him, not like that of his muscles which can be soothed but rather one that seems to stick around from that moment forward. His knees never used to crack every time he crouched, he never used to wake up with back ache every morning, and he never used to suffer that incessant ringing in his ears.
But what more can you do than attempt to remedy the side effects of the job? You frown at the thought and retrieve a small beer from the fridge, he deserves one today. The cap comes off easy and is kept to one side before you hurry back upstairs.
When you quietly slip back through the door you find Leon looking at least a little bit peaceful. His eyes are resting closed but the corner of his lips is still downturned, both arms resting on the bath's edge with his back against its shortest end and the water lapping just below his chest and armpits. You hum as you walk in, padding over to the bathside as he slowly blinks his eyes open, although fatigue demands to weigh his lids down. “Here.” You outstretch the hand holding the bottle that’s damp with condensation, passing it off to him. “How is it? Warm enough?”
Leon takes a long, drawn out sip before answering, savouring the heady taste that washes over his tongue and wets his split lips. “Yeah, it’s perfect, thank you sweetheart.” His voice sounds fuller as he speaks now, the effects of your care becoming immediately apparent. Well, the beer helped too.
You smile gleefully and take the bottle from his hand, setting it on the thick corner of the bath that often acts like a shelf. “Good, now c’mon you need to do more than just soak.” You softly remind him, bringing your hands to your husbands broad shoulders and coaxing him to sink further into the warm water, tucking those clicky elbows back inside the bath and shuffling down until his shoulders are submerged. Though the adjustment does mean his knees were now sticking above the water, the tub not quite long enough to house him.
“One second.” You hop back to your feet and quickly fetch the shampoo and some body wash from out of the shower, unthinkingly grabbing yours rather than Leon’s from the wire shelf. Not that it mattered much, maybe it could benefit him to smell like coconut. You set the bottles on the floor by the bath and kneel on the bobbly bath mat you’ve slid to one end, easily reaching over the edge to reach your husband.
“Are you at least going to get your hair wet, then?”
“Didn’t realise I had to do everything myself.” Leon mumbles jokingly, his simper giving him away as well as his thick sarcasm. You lean forward, head beside his, and drop your hand into the water to splash some towards his face, earning the grouchiest pout you’ve ever seen from him. But an airy laugh is quick to follow, seeming to fill the air along with the steady steam.
“‘Could've at least asked nicely, sweetheart.”
Leon gives you a sidelong look that’s all faux disapproval and charm before tipping his head back enough to soak his dirty blonde hair, the layer of dryness and dust already coming loose with the aid of the water. “How rude of me.” You tsk, lips tugged by a matching grin. “Now sit still, please.”
Into the well of your non-dominant hand you pour a generous amount of shampoo, sitting up on your knees and smearing it between both hands before bringing them to the back of Leon’s head. A low groan falls from his lips as soon as you start massaging the lather against his scalp, deft fingers carding through and cleaning away the reminders of a tough job done. You comb his hair back over his head and make sure to pay attention to his hairline, checking for any grazes as you go though there are none to be found. You consider kissing his temple in line with your doting but the cling of the soap makes you think twice.
“Thank you, my love.” Leon mumbles with a beaming smile, jaw finally relaxed and eyes resting closed. You hum, taking your time as some of the lather runs down the back of his neck and floats on the water's surface, glad to see him easing up. “You can thank me when I’m done, honey.” This time you do kiss him, uncaring of the bubbles on your chin.
With palms cupped together you scoop up some water to wash away the suds, Leon’s hair looking to be a darker brown with the weight of the water though it unsurprisingly suits him. While you clean him up, gentle scrubbing with fingertips that lack the calluses of his own, he takes another long sip, or rather gulp of the beer.
It was as simple as this. With you a weight was lifted from his aching shoulders and a light, bashful hope set in his chest. It made him feel looser, more relaxed. Fulfilment was not something that Leon knew well, it eluded him in both his job and early life, as if saving the lives of others meant he would never live his own in a way that satisfied the need for a good thing. For a long time had been unsatisfied with everything. After every mission, every day, it felt as if there was a loose end that needed wrapping up, like he was always anxiously anticipating the next thing and never did he feel as if he could take the in between to just relax.
Until you.
You still baffled him sometimes, such a carefree nature that he always considered dangerous if reflected in himself. But you showed Leon how to let go, how to enjoy and indulge in passing moments. You showed him an unending amount of patience that he never considered himself deserving of and helped him understand each little thing that he was missing, because without you he never would've thought to listen to the birds sing their loudest every Tuesday, to keep an eye out for the stars each night and sometimes even count them.
You showed him love, the thing he had been missing.
He sighed as he set the beer back down, feeling the threatening sting of tears welling up but with your delicate attentions rinsing him down he didn’t fear them. Though, his voice was all a little bit hushed when he spoke;
“Sweetheart?”
“Hm? Is there something you need?” You asked sweetly, rinsing the last of the shampoo and sitting back as Leon turned to face you, the bath water sloshing with his movement. His eyes were glassy and cheeks dusted rose, a lot more alive than when he stood in the entryway of your home earlier in the night, clean hair pushed back handsomely now baring him to you.
“Yes, actually. Can you join me? I’m sure there’s enough room for two.”
You scoffed a shocked giggle and shook your head, fingers drumming on his shoulders. “Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try… Move over.”
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redstarwriting · 9 months
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his girl | v. a sweeter song
earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader | miles morales x fem!reader
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word count: 2.4k
genre: angst to fluff
warnings: language, spoilers (!), probably bad spanish, mentions of stab wounds, mentions of death, dead parents, mentions of blood, arguments
a/n: i love elaborating on things and tying everything together! it’s so fun :) i hope you all enjoy this chapter, it was fun to write and hopefully the story is still ✨captivating✨ to everyone reading. enjoy, y’all 🖤
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42 Miles frowns at you. “What? Why would I help him?” You roll your eyes. “Because he helped the love of your life not die. He’s also you! Isn’t that a good enough reason?” you snap, and he sighs. He looks at other Miles, frowning. “He has things I would kill to have, and you just expect me to help him go back to that? When you and I have to stay here and suffer all the time?” he asks, clearly upset. “He doesn’t have everything, Miles.”
“You know he can hear both of you?” Miles says, and you both look over at him. “Look, man, I get that you don’t want to help me. And that’s fine. I can do it myself. Just tell me, do you have Alchemax on this world?” 42 Miles and Aaron glance at each other before looking at Miles. There was, in fact, an Alchemax in this world. It’s where Aaron and Miles just were. See, Kingpin needed Miles to steal a certain piece of equipment so he could build a collider of some sort, but he wasn’t revealing all the details to the two of them. But 42 Miles is starting to suspect this Miles might be able to do something with whatever Kingpin was making. Which is equally as alarming, because tech like that has the potential to level the city if used wrong. And something tells him the earthquakes they’ve been experiencing has something to do with it, too. “Why?”
“I need to go there. Like I said, I don’t need your help. I can do what I need to do without you.”
“No, Miles. He’s gonna help you. Right?” you say, and 42 Miles sighs. “Mi amor, por qué? He just said he could handle it, didn’t he?” he asks, slightly annoyed. “Miles. You remember when you pissed me off really bad that one time? When you first became the Prowler, and I knew you were keeping something from me, but you refused to tell me?”
“I was just tryna keep you safe, (Y/n),” he says, and you shake your head. “I know the reasoning, it’s a stupid reasoning. And when you left me alone that one time, I was done, right?” you ask, and Miles looks at you with a frown. “Yeah.”
“Well, that’s what that Miles is going through right now. I’m not talking to him. You remember how much that sucked for both of us, don’t you?” 42 Miles frowns.
It did suck. It was before the two of you were dating, but both of you were clearly in love at the time. From your perspective, he kept disappearing on you, arriving to hang out only to apologize and say he had to go 5 minutes into it. Barely texting back when you reached out to him. You would see his location pinging in various places throughout the night. You were worried for him.
It was right after his dad died. You’d figured he’d gotten involved with the Cartel in some way to put himself and his family off their radar now that his dad was gone, but you couldn’t help but worry. Especially because there would be times when you went to see him, and he would have a split lip or a black eye. One time his arm was wrapped up, but you could see dried blood that seeped into the outside of it.
“Miles, what the hell is going on? This is the fourth time this week you canceled on me!” you say, frustrated that he looked at his phone and saying he had to go not even 15 minutes into the movie thee two of you agreed to watch in his room, curled up together in his bed and staring at his laptop. “(Y/n/n), I’m sorry, I just have to go do something,” he says, trying to keep it as vague as possible. You scoff. “You always have to go do something. When is the something you have to do gonna be hang out with me?” you ask, and he sighs. “That is something I have to do, too, but you don’t understand–”
“Then tell me, Miles! I’m so sick of this! You always say I don’t understand but when I ask you never say shit!” you exclaim, and Miles huffs. “Maybe cause even if I said, you ain’t gonna understand, (Y/n)! Ever think of that?!” he says, frustrated now too. He’s just trying to protect you from the shit he has to do now. You don’t need to know what’s going on, you just need to sit there, look pretty, let him buy you shit, and, above everything, stay fucking safe. “You’re so fucking frustrating, Miles,” you say, and he rolls his eyes. “Whatever, (Y/n).”
“Whatever?! Miles! Just tell me what the fuck is up with you!” you growl, and he frowns. “I can’t, (Y/n)! I can’t fucking tell you so just shut the fuck up about it and let me do what I gotta do to provide for you,” he snaps, and you shake your head. “I don’t need you to provide for me.”
“Yes. You do. You do, mamá do, mi tío do, all of you do. And I can. And I do,” he says, and you glare at him. “Have you ever considered I don’t need you to just provide money, Miles? Materialistic shit isn’t the only thing in the world that fucking matters,” you hiss, and he frowns. “Just fucking suck it up, (Y/n). We can watch the stupid movie when I get back.”
You laugh.
“No. You can watch the stupid movie when you get back. I’m done with you. I’m done with this,” you say, your voice colder than Miles has ever heard it directed toward him. “Yeah, okay. Sure, (Y/n),” he says, walking out of his room and out of the apartment. Rio wasn’t home, as she was busy at the hospital. And Miles still to this day doesn’t realize how you stayed in his room, crying from worry and a minor heartbreak thinking this was the end for the two of you. He was feeling the same way you were. But he pushed his feelings aside, putting himself in a blissful ignorance of thinking you wouldn’t actually keep your word. That he’d come home and see you curled up on his bed, passed out, and he’d have to wake you up and walk you to your home. Aaron always says he was particularly brutal that night, but he just used the fighting as a distraction against his conflicted feelings that very obviously would not leave the forefront of his mind.So he doesn’t really remember it all that much.
What he does remember is coming home to find his bed empty.
Frustrated, he threw one of his pillows across his room. You were supposed to be here. He was supposed to shake you awake, slinging his arm around you as he guided your tired frame back home. But you weren’t. And you weren’t there the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. And when Miles texted you, you wouldn’t respond. Every time he would try to go to your place, you would quietly say “Stop, Miles.”
It crushed him.
He started going on more missions, improving his approach as the Prowler and getting on Kingpin’s good side to the point where he never tried to figure out who the kid behind the mask was. All he needed to know was that he worked with Aaron Davis. Being trained by Aaron Davis. After all, at this point only an idiot would oppose the Cartel, so he figured the Prowler wasn’t and never would be a threat.
It went on for a month.
And during that month Miles was trying desperately to talk to you. But you kept brushing him off. It was pissing him off, but what pissed him off more was realizing the way you were slowly breaking down in front of him. You didn’t smile as much, you looked a mess, and all he wanted to do was hug you. It was then that Miles started to piece his feelings together. Rio pointed it out to him, and he was in denial about it. “Mijo, you like her,” she would say, and he would shake his head. “Mamá I like her as a friend. Nothing else.”
“¿Cómo crié a un hijo tan estúpido?” she mumbled walking away as Miles started arguing to her that he wasn’t stupid and that she raised a very smart son.
Then, the incident happened.
It was the first time he ended up in the hospital from his new gig. And it was the first time you talked to him. The end of the two of you talking resulted in the two of you confessing. He was lying in a hospital bed, looking up at your swollen eyes from your tears, and he realized that you were the single most beautiful thing in this world. And that he missed you terribly. His heart ached as he heard your shaky voice. “I’m sorry, Miles.”
“What you saying sorry for?” he mutters, using all his strength to lift his hand and wipe a tear away. You grab his hand, holding onto it like he was the only thing keeping you anchored to the world. “If anyone should be saying sorry, it’s me, (Y/n/n).”
“No, I’m the one who–”
“(Y/n). Mi amor. Mi vida. Mi luna. Don’t be saying no bullshit. You had every right to not talk to me for as long as you did. I shoulda told you what was up, and I will… just… not here,” he mutters, and you sniffle. “Tu amor?”
“Sí, mi amor,” he wipes another tear from your face. “Your life?”
“You’re the only reason I survived this. I couldn’t leave you here, alone. You’re everything, you kept me here. I fought to stay here for you,” he whispers, and you tear up for a different reason now. “Tu luna?”
“Mi luna bonita,” he smiles softly, gently rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb. “Tú eres mi amor, mi vida, mi luna, y mi felicidad. Te amo, (Y/n).” You stare at him with a watery smile on your face. “Te amo, Miles,” you whisper, and he gently pulls your face down, the two of you sharing a long overdue kiss.
42 Miles sighs, glancing over at 1610 Miles. Thinking about that time is never easy, though the thought of your lips on his for that first time always makes a warmth spread throughout his chest. “Don’t be the bad guy they’re trying to make you be, Miles. That’s not you. It never has been, and it never will be,” you say, and he looks at you, then at Miles again. He nods.
“Fine,” he begrudgingly agrees, and you smile at him. “Gracías, mi amor,” you say, and he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Tío, can you call mamá? Tell her that (Y/n) needs urgent medical attention and make sure she gets it?” he asks, and Aaron nods. “Yeah. I gotchu, little man,” Aaron says, pulling his phone out. “When I get this knife out of my shoulder, I’m going with you,” you say, and the two boys snap their heads in your direction. “No.”
“Absolutely not,” they say at the same time, and you sigh. “But–”
“Baby, you need to rest. You ain’t coming,” he says, and you frown. “How do I know you won’t just kill each other.”
“Killing ain’t his style, amor,” 42 Miles says, thinking back to the fight. None of the people Miles took down looked dead. Just unconscious. “But it’s yours,” you say, and he shakes his head. “If I wanted him dead, he’d be dead by now. Like you said. He saved your life. Which means he saved mine. I’ll help and then get back to you as soon as I can,” he says, and you nod. “Please stay safe. Both of you.”
“We will be, mi vida. Promise,” Miles says, leaning over and kissing you softly. Miles watches with an aching in his chest. He wants this. He wants you. He can’t believe it took him traveling to a different universe to realize just how much you meant to him. As soon as he gets home, he needs to find you and apologize. Then he needs to stop Spot, save his dad, and tell you how he really feels about you. All in a day’s work for Spider-Man. As long as you accept his apology and love him back.
“Tío, take her back home, please,” Miles asks, and he nods. “You want me to put her on the couch or in your bed?”
“My bed. She’ll be comfortable there and then when I get back, she won’t have to move from that spot for a couple days,” Miles says, and you grin. “Does that mean I get unlimited cuddles?”
“Yes. Obviously,” Miles says with a scoff, and you smile. “Yay.”
“Sorry, but won’t her parents be alarmed that she’s staying at your place for that long? Like, I know they’re cool with her staying over and everything… but that’s a little excessive… wouldn’t you say?” 1610 Miles asks, and you frown slightly. “My parents are dead, Miles. Ms. Morales is my legal guardian until I turn 18,” you mumble, and Miles’ heart drops. Your parents? His dad? Who else is dead that he cares about on this world. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to–”
“You have nothing to apologize for, Miles,” you say, and 42 Miles nods slightly. “There’s no way you could have known,” he says. Miles still feels terrible, but you just give him a small smile as Aaron walks over, picking you up. “It was nice meeting you, Miles,” you say, and Miles nods. “It was nice talking to you,” he says, and you giggle. “I can imagine. Don’t fuck it up, alright?” you say to him, and he nods. “I won’t. Not this time, at least.”
“Good. I’ll see you soon, amor. I love you,” you say, and Miles kisses your knuckles. “I love you, (Y/n). I’ll be home in no time,” he says, and Aaron carries you out of his apartment.
After a few moments, 42 Miles turns to look at 1610 Miles. The two of them stare at each other in a silence before 42 Miles sighs.
“Let’s get you home, man.”
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aaa ive never sent a request so idk if i'm doing this right but!!
can i request a billy the kid x a female character who has a terminal illness? like him comforting her after she almost dies due to her condition and it's cute and fluffy
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You were laying on your bed, your face pale and blood speckled in the corner of your lips. You’d been suffering from consumption for the past couple of months and every day that went by, the weaker you felt. But something that made you feel even worse was watching your boyfriend stick by your side, knowing that this was hurting him too. Billy had lost his mother and younger brother to consumption a few years ago and it was killing you to put him through this again.
You were recovering from a particularly bad week or so and Billy hadn’t left your side once. He was sitting next to your bed, one of your small, cold hands wrapped in both of his big, warm hands, lifting your hands to his lips every couple of minutes or so. He even kept a damp cloth nearby in case you got hot or so he could gently wipe the blood from your lips.
‘I’m sorry,’ you practically whispered, not strong enough to speak any louder.
‘What are you sorry for?’ he asked gently, furrowing his brows slightly as he pressed his lips to your hand again.
‘Putting you through this, I would understand if you wanted to leav - ’
‘I’m not going anywhere,’ he replied, cutting you off, moving to the edge of his seat to be closer to you, using one of his hands to cup your cheek and stroke your cheek with his thumb as he looked into your eyes. ‘I love you. You can’t get rid of me that easily.’ You smiled at him softly as your eyes filled with tears that you refused to let roll down your cheeks as a shiver wracked your body. ‘You cold?’ Billy asked as he reached to grab another blanket for you.
‘Will you come and lay with me?’ you asked quietly.
‘You don’t need to ask,’ he said, instantly moving to lay down on the bed with you, being careful not to jostle you too much as he pulled you into his arms. You felt your body instantly relax just by being in his arms and his body heat felt amazing against your now-freezing cold body. Burying your face against him, you pressed a gentle kiss to the base of his throat, breathing in the scent that was just Billy.
‘Tell me about what we’re going to do when I get better again?’ you asked. You both knew that there was no getting better for you but you loved the way Billy would talk, how animated he’d get when he’d tell you about all the places he’d take you; it was a way for the two of you to forget about what was happening for a while.
‘Course, baby,’ he murmured, kissing the top of your head before pulling you against him tighter. ‘So, the second you’re better, I’m going to take you out on my horse and we’re going to go for a ride far away from here. We’ll go somewhere where it’s just grass and trees and we’ll spend the day just the two of us, the fresh air, no one around to bother us. And then we’ll get you a horse and I’ll teach you to ride and we can go out whenever you want, how does that sound?’
‘I can’t wait,’ you said, your voice muffled by his shirt as your tears began to track down your cheeks.
‘Me neither, how you feeling?’ Billy asked, lifting your head up to meet his gaze, his thumb wiping away your tears.
‘Tired,’ you replied with a sad chuckle as the sound of Billy’s voice paired with the feeling of his arms wrapped around you and his chest rising and falling underneath your cheek had your eyes fluttering closed.
‘Then go to sleep, love, I’ll still be here when you wake back up,’ he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, keeping his lips against your skin as you let yourself fall asleep, feeling safe in his arms.
When he realised you’d gone to sleep, Billy let a couple of his own tears fall, hating that you were the one suffering and not him; sending a silent prayer out that you’d wake up again.
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March 15th
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1. Looking for a post 1st seige burial mounds fic on ao3. It was a wip but it's been awhile so may no longer be the case. In it jc only participated in the siege as a cover to get close enough to his brother w/out endangering lotus pier. Since he leads the charge he finds wwx first and when wwx passes out after destroying the seal jc fakes wwx's death and smuggle him back to lotus pier & hides/kinda imprison him. But the longer they're together the more jc realizes a lot of the things he blamed wwx for aren't adding up (seeing through Jin manipulations).
Jc also forgot/didn't know about ayuan so when wwx wakes up he freaks out about where his baby adopted son is, but by the time jc gets back to bm yuan is no where to be found (implied lz had already got him) but jc and wwx think this means yuan is dead. Wwx is very depressed and becomes Jin ling's secret nanny whenever the kid is at lotus pier. In the most recent updates (at the time) a baby xue yang was introduced.
He saw a disguised wwx in a hidden area by lotus pier playing in the water and is basically like 'I'm cute and small too' and plots how to get himself adopted so he can also be pampered like the wealthy kid. I think there were some alternating povs. Might of been a Lan pov too, creating dramatic irony since both yuan and wwx are alive but neither side knows? Was setting up yunmeng bro reconciliation.
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2. I'm looking for a specific fic, it was modern, WWX took LWJ to a concert of post modern, like synth? Chinese music and I think NHS told WWX about it?? It had some good song recs and I'm mainly looking for the the songs- if you guys could help me out? Thank you!!!! @recombinantdna
NOT FOUND! The Quiet Room by trickybonmot (M, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, 1990s, Goth LWJ, Cellist LWJ, College Student WWX, House Hunting, Dating, Clubbing, San Francisco, Implied/Referenced Past Child Abuse, Mental Health Issues, Academic Disaster Aftermath, Getting Together, Repressed Teen Crushes to Strangers to Lovers, Homelessness, in the form of couch surfing, background NieLan) in which WWX finds LWJ being a DJ in a goth club in the 90s and it talks a lot about music. NHS is totally an enabler.
FOUND! show me a quiver, give me tonight by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 115k, wangxian, lwj/others, communication failure, mutual pining, artists, demisexual wwx, angst w/ happy ending) WY surprised LZ by bringing him to a performance of an artist LZ likes, H i d d e n f r a g r a n c e who plays electronic guqin. The sample songs can be found in the author notes in Chapter 10
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3. hi! im looking for a fic and the only thing i remember from it was wangxian (canon divergence, maybe arranged marriage but im not sure) in maybe caiyi?? sitting down at a noodle place, and there was a thing about how wwx loved the gusu dialect and kept pestering lwj to say something in the dialect, and he knew enough of the dialect to flirt or haggle so when lwj said an endearment term (i think it was something like sweetheart?) he froze and got all panicky about wwx recognising the word because he froze too, but then wwx just asks if he swore?? THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU FIND IT ive been combing my bookmarks and history for almost weeks now and im so close to thinking i made it all up
FOUND? Your Hand in Mine by cerbykerby (T, 20k, WangXian, Humor, Comedy, Pining, cursed to hold hands, Light Angst, Sharing a Bed, First Dates, Embarrassment, Fluff, bathing together, wwx is a menace to society, and lwj Suffers A Lot, Canon Compliant)
FOUND? Fentao-laoshi’s Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures by occultings (microcomets) (E, 31k, wangxian, canon divergence, pining while fucking, friends with benefits, first time, cloud recesses study arc, practice kissing, sharing a bed, jealousy, getting together, confessions, happy ending)
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4. For fic finder: I have lost a modern-au fic where Lan Zhan is in the hospital, in a children’s wing, and Wei Wuxian visits a lot/volunteers there. Wei Wuxian has prosthetic legs and he gets a new red pair around the point I lost the fic. I am pretty sure I found the rec through this blog but I can’t find it again TT Help please!
FOUND? 🔒 some things go forward by everythingispoetry (T, 73k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hospitals, Teenage Drama, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Happy Ending)
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5. First, thank you for everything that you do ! Your posts and recommendations and "I'm in the mood for" collections have kept my heart and soul busy for years now! I am honestly in awe of all the hard work and time you dedicate to both pages! 🥰
Unfortunately I don't remember much of the summary of the fic I'm searching for, but I wanted to try my luck. 🙈 It was a light modern dom/sub fic where WY accidentally sort of turned LZ into a sub. I think by giving him indirect orders all the time? And nobody noticed until WQ pointed it out? I searched through Ao3 with the light dom/sub tag for ages and then eventually gave up.
Maybe it rings a bell for you? 🙏🤞❤️ @papperlapapp1
FOUND? And They Were Roommates! or The Accidental Domming of Lan Wangji by DizziDreams (E, 21k, wangxian, Dom WWX, Sub LWJ, inexperienced BDSM practices, un-/under- negotiated kink, horny climbing, horny cohabitation, horny on main except by main I mean at a party surrounded by innocent bystanders, Praise Kink, Masturbation, Bondage, Lingerie, Orgasm Delay/Denial, omg they were roommates, Modern, BDSM, debatably a bit of dom drop, Public Masturbation, Edging, Getting Together, WQ has to come in and straighten this shit out)
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6. Okay so looking for a fic where lwj or wwx accidentally summon incubus/succubus wwx or lwj. (I can't remember who was the sex demon or who was the human but it is a wangxian fic)
So, the succubus needs food and it is, unsurprisingly, cum. As in they have to literally eat cum to survive. So the human is followed by this succubus/incubus everywhere they go to including his university.
The human does love feeding the sex demon and even lets him feed in the uni bathroom during breaks.
Does a fic like this exist? Does it ring any bell?
FOUND? An Array of Good Decisions by celerydragon (E, 11k, WangXian, Demon Sex Size Kink, Size Difference, Consensual Non-Consent, dubcon, Tongue Sex, Omegaverse, Humiliation, Mild Breeding Kink)
FOUND? Lan Wangji's Fullproof Guide on How (NOT) to Summon a Demon by fardimensions (E, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Porn With Plot, but not a lot of plot, Incubus WWX, Demons, wwx has a tail, Wings, Interspecies Sex, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Anal Sex, Crack, Filthy, size queen LWJ)
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7. for the fic finder: it's a fic (dom/sub canon au?) where wei wuxian gave lan wangji a collar before he died. lan wangji keeps the collar for as long as he can but eventually the leather is too old and it breaks. there's a bunch of sadness but all is well when wei wuxian resurrects.
thank you for all you do!!
FOUND? Breathe Again by Sheehan_sidhe (E, 4k, wangxian, Grief/Mourning, Depression, Breathplay, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, POV LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings, Submissive LWJ, Crying LWJ, Grieving LWJ, Collars, Angst with an Eventual Happy Ending)
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8. for fic finder: my heart tells me it was a modern/modern with cultivation au, but my searches have been fruitless. i just remember our beloved wangxian dancing around each other, and the juniors being there with a similar problem. specifically, jin ling being tested at archery, and sizhui Totally Only There For Emotional Support And No Other Reason.
FOUND? with you, I am home by tellthemstories (M, 47k, wangxian, Modern Cultivation, fake dating for reasons, Meeting the Family, There Was Only One Bed, Casual Domesticity, wwx is oblivious in more ways than one, 'this fic is like emotional edging', this comment sums up the entire fic)
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9. heyI've been looking for a fic for a while.WWX and LWJ were in the turtle's cave of slaughter... they had no energy to fight and decided to do double cultivation.
When it comes to the part where WWX donates the golden core to JC.... during the surgery, WQ discovers WWX is pregnant, the double cultivation generated a uterus.
He is still captured by the Wen clan and thrown into the grave hill.He believes he lost the baby because of this and uses his resentful energy to survive and get revenge.
When he reaches the part at the end of the campaign where the sun falls, he goes into labor without knowing that he is still pregnant.
It's not Omegaverse.
Sorry if my writing is bad, english is not my first language @crazy-tai
FOUND? Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray) (E, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, unplanned pregnancy, mpreg, gore, sunshot campaign, assumed miscarriage, medical procedures, childbirth, golden core reveal)
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10. Hello! I was wondering if anyone here knew of a fic that took place during the Wen Indoctrination? If I remember right, it was only one chapter, set mostly in the Untamed universe because Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning had worked together to make it seem like he was dead for the Wens after being locked in with that dog, but he was grabbed too early and basically paraded in front of the other disciples under the belief that he was dead. If anyone else has seen this fic, I'd be extremely grateful!
FOUND!🔒💖 the universe would turn to a mighty stranger by RavenclawLoki (T, 11k, wangxian, Angst, Eventual Fluff, Some mentions of blood, it looks like someone is dead but!!, it is okay, everything is going to be okay i promise, First Kiss, Canon Divergence, Wwx and lwj know they're in love, They just don't know the other loves them back, Everyone Lives AU, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ)
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11. For your next fic finder, I'm looking for a modern wangxian dating reality tv au. It's omegaverse and in the first half of the show, everyone is paired up, but in the second half of the show, it's wilderness survival with the alphas trying to catch the omegas. Wwx is a career omega who is trying to get a cash prize instead of an alpha. @leahlisabeth
FOUND? 🧡 shoot your shot – hot or knot by defractum (nyargles) (E, 51k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Reality Show, Hunger Games Setting, Canon-Typical Violence, Extremely Dubious Consent, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Humor, Additional Warnings In Author’s Notes)
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12. Guys I need help finding this story. So it’s about Wei ying being hit by this memory yao. And he is in pain. So lan zhan, lan yuan, lan qiren, lan huan, Jin rulan, and jiang cheng. They use this spell to take Wei ying bad memories. They hold onto this bad memories because they don’t want Wei ying to go through all of that and remember. Ofc they are traumatized but they love him, etc. sooo please if you know the name write in comments. I have been looking for it for DAYS @zodime101
FOUND? Window of the Waking Mind by mrcformoso (M, 8k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, JC & WWX, Graphic depictions of violence, Major Character Death, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Torture, Golden Core Transfer, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, Hurt WWX, WWX Needs a Hug, WWX Needs a Break, Flashbacks, Curses, Night Hunts, Suicide, Starvation, Canonical Child Abuse, Canonical Character Death, Cannibalism, Although it was forced by the situation to survive, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, lots of comfort, Soft LQR, Learning To Communicate, Zidian Spiritual Tool, JC Tries, Reaction)
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13. hi! for the next fic finder — it was sizhui centered! him being raised by lwj but also wwx, but wwx is a ghost. and wwx has no recollection of his death and there was this one scene where he curls up around ayuans body and falls asleep and he wakes in the cloud recesses and i think he thinks he's being ignored? and then there was the whole realizing he was a ghost thing. and also lwj burying his body at the bm. pls help me T^T its Not "the dark doesnt frighten me, its mine" btw!
NOT FOUND! the moon, grown full by Deinde (T, 22k, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Spirits, Identity Reveal, discussion of war crimes, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Hopeful Ending, Homecoming, reclaiming your name and identity, Names, Families of Choice)
FOUND! The Intervening Years by rosemu (G, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, LSZ centric, Parent-Child Relationship, Wangxian is background, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort)
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14. Hi! For fic finder: I am looking for a canon-era fic where cultivators have golden blood and regular people have red blood. When Wei Wuxian loses his core his blood fades to red, which means he has to work harder to hide his wounds or they will give away his core-less state. I particularly remember the scene where Jiang Cheng stabs him in their “mock” fight WWX hides his wound with a cloak. He takes to covering up his body fully from head to toe to avoid showing any scrapes. Then after he is revived and Jiang Cheng whips him he purposefully shows the red blood to “prove” he isn’t WWX, then I think the core reveal happens when Jin Ling stabs him and everyone knows its him and they see the red blood too. Thank you!!
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15. I need help finding a fic, I didn’t get too far into it but I really want to finish it. I think it was a longer fic and I think it’s well known and/or already in a comp or itmf answer. I i remember is that the summary put wwx as a temporary head of the Jiang Clan, from the first few chapters I think he’s tricked/strong armed into this position by JC. He had some Buisness at koi tower or a conference that would take a while so he needed a filler and wanted WWX. I think it’s post-cannon and it had someone insulting WWX in the summary and something along the lines of a statement of spite and a declaration to prove said person wrong.
This is likely a terrible description but it’s all I have. I know I got the og link from this site so someone should recognize it… Help would be greatly appreciated.
FOUND? Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics)
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16. Hello! For the next fic finder I have two fics:
A) the only thing I remember about this fic is that it deals with the "do not speak with Wei Ying" rule. Lan Wangji was really angry when he found out and was about to go yell at his uncle, but Wei Wuxian kept trying to stop him. I remember Wwx threw himself into a pond or down a hill or something to snap Lwj out of it? I don't remember anything else about the fic unfortunately.
B) vampire au where Wwx was a vampire and the lans hunted the supernatural I think? Wangxian had to work together to stop some evil thing. I remember Wwx's backstory was something like: Wen Chao captured him and locked him in a room with a vampire, thinking it would result in Wwx dying (cultivators couldn't be turned into vampires, they would just die). But Wwx had given up his core so he got turned and Wen Chao locked him in a house with Wen Ning. There was a fire and Wwx turned Wen Ning to save his life. I also remember a scene where Wwx tried to go into Cloud Recesses, but the wards wouldn't let him. He thought this meant Lwj wanted nothing to do with him, but it was just Lan Xichen updating the wards or something.
Thank you!
16A)
FOUND?🔒Scenes From Three Winters by LtLJ (G, 12k, wangxian, post-canon, romance, family feels, family issues, family drama, PTSD, body horror, bad parent LQR, happy ending) Wei Ying throwing himself in a pond and down a hill to snap LWJ out of anger at his uncle sounds a lot like what happens at the end of Scenes from Three Winters by LtLJ but it's not specifically the 'do not speak to Wei Ying' rule that's the problem (will probably need to read other fics in the series for context)
16B)
FOUND?🔒hear the monsters calling home by sundiscus (M, 8k, wangxian, Modern Cultivation, Vampires, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, blood drinking (romantic))
FOUND? And you must keep your soul/ Like a secret in your throat by athena_crikey (E, 48k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Vampire WWX, Cultivator LWJ, Case Fic, h/c Angst, Falling In Love, First Time, Reference to Torture)
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17. Hi!! for the next fic finder, I was hoping of you guys could help me find a fic where it takes place in post canon: lwj cultivates to immortality even though he didn’t want to be and wwx tried hard to catch up to him but later on passes away bc he was never able to. Lwj was so devastated and during wwx’s funeral, jc came to pay respects and lwj found out that jc has also become an immortal. lwj says something along the lines of “how dare you cultivate to immortality with his core?” it might be a reincarnation fic but that’s about all i can remember from it. Thank you so much! @makkachiin
FOUND!🔒Closer Than Eternity by Netrixie (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reincarnation, an unhealthy addiction to starbucks, Immortals, Self-Doubt, POV Alternating, Minor Original Character(s), Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Temporary Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, not for jc fans, This is not a reconciliation fic) The scene at WY's funeral is in Chapter 3.
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18. Hi! I hope my request will be clear, since English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance. I really want to read it, but I can't find a fic in which Lan Sizhui dies on a night hunt, saving the distracted Lan Zhan and Wei Ying. I don't remember many details, but I remember how the grief of A-Yuan's family and friends was described, and then A-Yuan was reborn. The fic was on ao3. @amelliss
FOUND? Setting Of The Sun by heartsdesire456 (M, 8k, WangXian , Character Death, Or Is It?, Grief/Mourning, Child Loss, Heavy Angst) i don't think it's reincarnation but this sounds similar to
FOUND? Our Son Reborn by RenaFair (T, 103k, WangXian, Mpreg, Deities, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, There's smut, Rollercoaster of Emotions, baby a-yuan)
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19. hi, I’m look for a fic from ao3, I can’t really remember the plot but the end was wwx absorbing the tiger seal and in the process made a SILVER core. It happened in the burial mound (I think after the seal was stolen in Lanling but that might be a different fic)the timeline was before wwx’s first death because wen Qing was still alive @teasong
FOUND? ❤️ kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Inspired by The Parent Trap (1998), Kid Fic, teen shenanigans, two a-yuans, Fluff and Angst)
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20. Hello! I am looking for Wangxian fanfiction where Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are lovers before Demonic cultivation and Wei Ying hurt Lan Zhan as in canon later the reunite after 13 years or something like that @abz18699-blog
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nhescio · 26 days
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Okay I have a visceral need for a hannigram time travel fic but instead of the typical Will or Hannibal fix-it, the person that time travels back is none other than Frederick fucking Chilton. Like imagine Chilton wallowing around all crispy and stuff after being human torched wondering what he’s done to deserve everything he’s been through. And when he’s finally okay enough to be discharged from the hospital to go home, an anvil falls on him or smth. And as he’s lying there incredulously, he’s like, yknow what? Im not even upset about this. I think Ive suffered enough near death experiences. Please just let this one put me out of my misery. And as his eyes finally drift shut, he hears an alarm blaring in his face. An alarm from his phone. His phone which, when he goes to shut it off, displays an impossible sequence of numbers— the plastic screen shinning with a date from four years past.
So after freaking out and confirming that he is indeed in the past, (and weeping in joy over his unmutilated body) Frederick does the obvious— he packs his bags, pays a visit to the bank, and gets on the next available flight out of the country.
And then his plane crashes and he dies.
But of course he doesn’t die because that seems to be a common theme in Frederick Chilton’s life!
So he’s jolting out of bed again to that same alarm and he tries not to tear his own face off (not that he would ever actually do that cause he knows how easily he could lose that precious face). And (after a few more tries) since this time loop bs isn’t letting him run away, he does the next best thing— phoning the FBI with a tip so that they would investigate Hannibal Lecter and put him behind bars for good. But of course Hannibal somehow finds out and discretely shakes the FBI off his trail while simultaneously sending one of his murderer protégés after Frederick. And so not even a month passes by before Frederick finds himself dying and waking to that infuriating alarm again.
And he keeps going through different loops trying to avoid being “murder tableau of the week”, but failing miserably every time. After dying for what feels like an infinite number of times, he’s realized two main consistencies. Number one, he can’t personally expose Hannibal Lecter as the ripper if he doesn’t want to be gutted, and two, the sooner Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter begin their weird courtship, whether from Frederick’s deliberate meddling or from ripples of unrelated actions, somehow he’s left with much less blood and chaos in the aftermath. In one incredible timeline, Frederick even managed to only sustain one life threatening disembowelment for three years before accidentally making a rude comment about Will Graham’s lack of a social life, thereby leading to a cold death in the Atlantic.
After this revelation, he vows to get Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter to bang each other as soon as possible for the sake of his own self preservation— going through elaborate plans like befriending and recruiting the FBI’s forensics team, or snapping Jack Crawford out of his obliviousness so he’d bluntly give them a nudge, or even once flirting with Will Graham himself to get Hannibal Lecter jealous (note: that attempt did NOT end up well).
And one day, after a shocked text from his “Sassy Science Matchmaking Squad” group chat proclaiming that Hannibal and Will, lovingly dubbed Hannigram by the group, had spontaneously quit their jobs and run away to Europe together, Frederick suddenly realizes he hasn’t been stabbed or burned or maimed or drowned or disemboweled once! He thinks back to his early success in this timeline— silently high fiving with Beverly and Jimmy (Zeller, the spoilsport, had refused to partake) while voyeuristically watching Will and Hannibal shyly having their first kiss in the shadows of a filthy crime scene. In fact, he didn’t think anyone in their immediate circle had been stabbed or burned or maimed or drowned or— well you get the point.
And as one year turns to two to four to eight with no word from Hannibal or Will except the occasional postcard, a sort of cautious optimism starts building in Frederick’s heart. The years continue to fly by until one day, Frederick finds that his hair has turned a snowy white, and that his legs are too weak to support his aching body. He tries to take in a breath to laugh but it comes out as a wheeze. He’s at the end of the line once more, but this time at the end of a healthy, fulfilling life. His only wish is that he’s finally allowed to move on. And as he feels his life slowly drifting away from him, Frederick wonders if he’s accomplished whatever divine mission that godforsaken time loop had wanted him to complete. It really feels like he did the best he could this life, preventing every possible death on the East Coast by sending Hannibal and Will packing early. Sure, he feels bad for the poor suckers in Florence or Paris that were probably flambéed for a pretentiously fancy brunch, but realistically, those two would always leave a body count no matter where they went.
All Frederick wants now is to pass in peace. With a heavy sigh, Frederick willingly closes his eyes one last time, content to move on into whatever lies in the beyond.
And he dies. For real this time. Woohoo!
The End
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boytumms · 6 months
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This video but of a boy with a pumpkin growing out of his cunt, pinned to the ground with the owner of the garden leaving sand to make the growing process easy on his stomach. His skin is reddening the more it grows but with the sadistically gentle care given to his belly and his belly only, it’s smooth all around like a balloon
https://www.tumblr.com/burstingwithbellies/728461560571461632
OOO YESSSS IVE SEEN THAT VIDEO!!! Those pumpkins are so absolutely massive, that poor boy’s tummy would have to stretch so much to hold something so big and heavy. The pumpkin grows huge in a matter of weeks, weighing 150+ pounds by the time it’s fully grown. His belly is swollen and lumpy, the shape of the pumpkin clearly showing through his paper thin skin. His organs have all been pushed aside to make room for its growth and the poor thing can barely breathe around such a large solid object.
His skin is red and angry, veins visible on the stretched flesh and covered with stretch marks. His belly button has popped out and pulled flat over the taut surface of his tummy, his navel having stretched the most of all. He feels like his belly is always at its limit, but everyday it somehow manages to stretch a tiny bit more. It’s so painful he can’t stop moaning, constantly rubbing and clutching at his swollen sides, the front of his tummy having grown out of reach weeks ago.
He begs the farmer to cut the stem so the pumpkin stops growing, but his cries go unheard. The giant pumpkin contest is still a month away, and the farmer won’t cut the stem until the hour before it starts. When the day finally arrives, the boy looks like he has a fully grown man curled up inside him. The stem is cut after four months of growing, and it takes 5 men to lift his tummy up and load him into the truck.
At the contest, he and 2 dozen other boys all swollen and moaning around their giant pumpkin filled bellies are judged by weight. Unluckily for the boy, his wins in the heaviest pumpkin category, a whopping 300 pounds for the fifth year in a row. After his farmer is handed a big blue ribbon, the next contest can finally begin: which boy can push out his pumpkin the fastest.
Each boy is given a drug that kick starts labor, sending them into the throes of birth within minutes. Each pumpkin weighs well over 200 pounds each, and their bellies have stretched so thin their muscles are practically useless. The fair is filled with pained moans, cries, and screams as they desperately fight to push the massive pumpkins out of their tummies, all suffering through agonizing contractions as their bellies strain and squeeze despite how weak they’ve become. The fair is in town for two weeks, and many of the boys will take that long to give birth.
Those who are unable to birth their pumpkin are taken home and dumped back into the farmers field, left to scream and sob and push alone. They kick and thrash and beg for help as they push and shove the top of their tummies, anything in desperation to get the pumpkin out. But their bodies are too weak after weeks of fruitless labor, and they can do nothing but cry in pain, stuck giving birth, suffering through endless contractions until the pumpkin rots inside them, finally becoming soft enough to push out.
Only for the farmer to seed them with a new plant for next year’s competition.
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palajae · 1 year
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what’s after.
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PAIRING ▸ childhood friend! sunghoon x reader
GENRE ▸ university! au, f2ls, romance, fluff, coming of age
WORD COUNT ▸ 4.1k
SUMMARY ▸ okay, you like sunghoon. it might've taken much longer for you to admit it, but now that you know, so what? you like him, and you have a tiny theory he might like you too. even so, you have no idea as to what comes after that.
AKA seriously, what comes after like?
NOTES ▸ uhh a couple of curse words and a kiss? not proofread, if i missed anything please let me know!
PLAYING ▸ after like by ive. | series masterlist.
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THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL WAS ALWAYS THE WORST. 
Even in university, you hated the first day back to school. The only thing you were thankful for was that for once in your life, you didn’t have to wake up at the crack of dawn like you did back in high school. Your first day of university consisted of snoozing a couple of alarms, practically swallowing your entire breakfast (a banana) in five minutes, and almost locking yourself out of your apartment without your keys. 
It was the first day and you were already tired of classes. Pretty early on you were able to decide what your least favorite class was—organic chemistry. 
Even the thought of it made shivers run down your spine. Just why did it have to be so stupidly hard? At this point, you didn’t have the time or energy to struggle through another class. You like to think that you suffered enough in school, worked your butt off to get accepted to college and now that you made it, you had to go through it all over again? 
Organic chemistry was your least favorite class by far, and you usually sat in the back of the lecture hall because you were too lazy to walk more to a closer seat. You didn’t pay much attention to others, most of your focus was just on absorbing the material and getting in and out as fast as you could from that place. 
But about a month into adjusting into your “exciting” college life, you’re sitting in said dreaded class and minding your own business. Your precious and hardworking hand was scribbling notes mindlessly as the professor lectured on and on. 
Until you hear a commotion from your left where the door was. You suppose that was what happened when you sat as close to the exit as possible so that every sound from outside was audible to you. A quiet groan enters your ears and this time you break your focus to glance to the side. A disgruntled boy was huddled by the entrance, crouched down and crawling on the floor below the desks. Was he- was he trying to avoid getting caught late?
He must’ve noticed you eyes on him because soon enough, you make eye contact. Awkwardly, you turn back to face the front. Just as you get back into the groove of the lesson, a whisper from the side distracts you. Your eyebrow twitches. It happens again and you huff, whipping your head around. You were the only one who sat in the furthest row, so it only could have been directed towards you. 
He glances up at you desperately, “Can I sit next to you?” He mouths. You only shrug before your attention is back on the professor once again. Quietly, he shuffles into the spot next to you and you wonder why he asked for your permission and why he chose to sit indeed in the seat right next to you. 
Sneaking a closer peek, you wonder if you’ve seen him around campus before or if he was in another class of yours that you just didn’t pay enough attention to notice him. Only because there was something strangely familiar about him- something you couldn’t place your finger on.
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It takes about another week before you figure out the identity of the mysterious boy. After that day, you got up without a word as soon as the professor finished his lecture and headed out. You didn’t bother talking to the guy, figuring it was a one time occurrence that he chose to sit next to you. But the next day, and the next day after that, he slips in the seat next to you silently. 
Your eyes widen but you look away before he can catch your eyes on him again. Questioning thoughts run through your head, but you shake them away as you pull out your notes. Why hadn’t you seen him in your class before? And why did he choose to sit next to you again?
But when your professor starts class you soon forget about the him and focus on your work again. The only time you stop writing is when you hear a soft snore coming from your left. 
At first, you ignore it.
It’s quiet enough so that the people in the row below you can’t hear it. But you can. Eyebrow twitching in annoyance, you glance to your right to see the guy obviously passed out, cheek pressed on his arm and mouth hanging slightly open. At the unexpected view you almost laugh but instead brush it off as a cough. You wonder if you should wake him up, but he seems so relaxed in his sleep that you can’t bother to wake him up. 
Or at least until class is over. For the first time, you aren’t the first one to leave class. Taking your time while packing up all your stuff, your gaze constantly flicks back and forth towards the sleeping figure. Is he ever going to wake up? 
Well, it didn’t seem likely so you took matters into your own hands. You gently shake his shoulder a couple times before he groans and sits up. The poor guy looks dazed, blearily staring at his surroundings before his eyes fall on you. 
You grip your bag tighter, “I think you passed out somewhere in the middle of the lecture.”
His eyebrows furrow, “Aw shoot, really?” 
He shakes his head to fix his hair. You bite your lip, nodding. 
“Yeah. Hard.” 
Clearing your throat, you tentatively speak up again, “Do… do you want my notes? I don’t really mind that much.”
He gladly accepts and you take out your phone. “I’ll send them to you. What’s your number?”
As soon as those words leave your mouth, you pause. “Wait, it’s not like that-“
He laughs and your heart stops. No way, it sounded so similar to someone that you used to know, someone you used to-
“Don’t worry,” he smiles, “I get it.” 
Something was so strangely familiar about him, you felt like the answer was just out of your hands. 
“O-oh, uh, alright..” 
Why in the world were you stuttering?
You freeze as he offers his phone to you. And with his next words change everything.
“I’m Park Sunghoon. And you?”
It takes a moment before your mouth drops open. The familiar smile, echoing laugh, it all made sense.
 “Park Sunghoon? Sunghoon?!”
He cocks his head in confusion and a foreign feeling washes over you. 
“It’s me-y/n y/l/n,” you state in shock, “Do you remember me?” 
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You actually couldn’t believe it. After all these years, you met once again. Park Sunghoon, your childhood friend from over 7 years ago. You two weren’t the closest, but you still hung out in the same friend group and enjoyed each other’s company regardless.
You could say you genuinely enjoyed hanging out with him, even when he was the popular guy in your class. Girls would surround him daily but you didn’t really care. Park Sunghoon was cool to you as an nine year old and that was all that mattered. 
Seeing him again, after so many years, was so strange. Puberty definitely hit him, and you could say with confidence (and a bit of jealousy), it only did him good. That’s probably why you couldn’t recognize him at first, and that it had been so many years since you thought about him. Yet he still kept that familiar charm- beaming eyes and handsome smile.
Your friend group split when you guys all went to different high schools, losing contact, but you were happy that Sunghoon still managed to grow up well. That he managed to make it to college and even be in the same class as you (not including the fact that he was late and snuck in… or that he fell asleep in the middle of the lecture).
After reuniting, you agreed to meet up at a nearby cafe to catch up. It was so strange to reconnect with someone you never expected to see again in your life. Sunghoon was just as pleasant as he was back then, not like the other annoying boys in your class. You figured that’s why you got along so well with him to this day. 
And because you now had someone to struggle alongside with in organic chem. 
Walking out of the store, you sigh in content. 
“I still can’t believe you were the one to sit next to me without even knowing it.” 
Sunghoon nods, “it must’ve been fate.” 
You roll your eyes, nudging his side. “You believe in all that stuff?” He shrugs with a small chuckle. 
“I don’t know but it makes me wonder if any of our other friends go here too.”
Humming in agreement, you reply with, “That would be so cool, but what makes you think we could search the entire campus for one of our old friends?” 
Sunghoon pretends to do the calculations and you huff. “I barely have friends, it’s kinda sad how you’re like the first person I’ve talked to at this university.”
“Yeah? Well, me too. I’m glad you’re the one I got to reconnect with.”
Your eyes widen as you laugh awkwardly. His sudden words really caught you off guard.
“S-same here.”
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Okay, so maybe university wasn’t so bad. Neither was organic chemistry, now that you had a friend to study and stress with. Sunghoon was like a beam of light- your savior- but not in a creepy idolistic way. He was the one that always made you laugh after a hard day, scolded you for sleeping so late, and showed up to your dorm with two heavy bags of snacks to get you both through the night before tests. 
Sunghoon lets out a groan as he plops down in the seat next to you. He begins to hum a random tune so you shoot him a look. He glances curiously back at you, “What?”
“We need to focus, Sunghoon,” you remind with a warning tone, “unless you want to fail the next exam too.” 
He sighs, shifting around to find a comfortably position. You can feel his movements brush against your side since he left essentially no space between the two of you. The warmth emanating from him weirdly comforts you. 
“Let’s take a break,” he whines. You check the time, realizing that it indeed has been four hours since you started studying. 
“We never had to do this in elementary school,” he grumbles again and you shake your head in exasperation. 
“Did you forget we’re adults now?”
He suddenly sits up and you turn to him expectantly. There’s a sudden change in his expression, more of a childish gleam appears in his eyes. 
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t have snack breaks too.”
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and seemingly out of nowhere Sunghoon pulls out two ice cream bars. 
Your mouth drops open. 
“How long have you had those and how have they not melted?”
Sunghoon shrugs with a glint in his eyes, handing one to you that you accept with a grateful thanks. 
The familiar plastic crinkles in your hand as you smile in wonder. “No way- this was my favorite ice cream when I was like seven.” You glance at Sunghoon, joy quite visible on your face. 
“You remember?”
He snorts, avoiding your gaze, “Yeah. Kinda hard to when you were obsessed and ate it practically everyday.“ 
You proceeded to protest- who could eat ice cream everyday? That called for diabetes, cavities, and probably a whole lot of other health problems you didn’t have the time to deal with. Sunghoon then tells you to shut up and eat your ice cream. 
You do, silence filling the air for a couple minutes as you both snacked on the cold, delicious treat. Each bite brought back more and more memories, and you could confirm that it was still your favorite. 
Eyeing the treat with a satisfied hum, your gaze is only torn away when you hear Sunghoon let out a laugh. 
“What’s so funny?”
Instead of answering, he slowly reaches over to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb. You freeze, eyes blinking a little too fast and often to be considered normal. 
When he pulls away, acting as if nothing just happened, you turn your head to the side. 
It was usually like that.
You’re not sure when Sunghoon got this flirty or whatever- whether it was something he learned in high school or if he was always like that growing up and you were too young and dumb to notice (although you preferred the latter because imagining Sunghoon acting all nice to other girls left a disgruntled feeling in your stomach), you were certainly surprised the first he acted that way. 
You really shouldn’t have been shocked though, even at a young age he was the popular guy in school and you were just the average student. Even now, you could see how popular he was. It wasn’t just because of his looks either, Sunghoon just had that personality. He captured everyone’s attention whenever he entered the room and all the mom’s hearts as well with his manners and charisma. 
You must’ve gotten too lost in your thoughts because you feel a finger poking your cheek.   
“Is the ice cream that good?”
You scoff while swatting his hand away from your face. “Yeah, focus on your own instead of looking at mine.” 
You gesture to his own ice cream melting, quite literally about to drip onto his hand. He lets out a surprised noise, reaching to lick it before it dripped onto him, and you burst out in laughter. 
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But at some point, you don’t think you can brush it off. You can’t say that Sunghoon is naturally so friendly and flirty to everyone, because he’s not. 
As you noted before, Sunghoon was just as popular as he was when he was young, which meant he attracted a lot of people (read: girls).
But he wasn’t as nice to them as he was to you, usually if someone approached him he would respond politely and carotid out the conversation until needed- and then turn back to you. 
Others followed him around, and he followed you around. Even from the beginning he sat next to you in the dining hall without a second thought. 
And when you inquired him, Sunghoon just shrugged nonchalantly and made some dumb excuse that he didn’t have anyone else to sit with. Clearly a lie- who knew how shameless Sunghoon could be by lying straight to your face?
“You’re the only person I know here.” 
Okay, maybe not a complete lie. But then again, you knew plenty of people were willing to get to know him and be his friend, and plenty more that wanted to be more than just a friend to him. 
You were dumbstruck at how so many strangers could walk up to Sunghoon and act like they were besties. Even more at how casually he would reply while you stood off to the side like a fool because you didn’t make any effort to socialize and instead spent time just trying to adjust and survive college. 
Plus you soon came to the realization that you really only had Sunghoon. And you could only hope that he depended on and needed you as much as you needed and depended on him.
Getting through the first quarter of the school year together, most people saw how you and Sunghoon were essentially glued to each others side. (More like Sunghoon was stuck to yours, but same nevertheless).
Perhaps they talked and gossiped, and perhaps you tried to convince yourself you didn’t care when you really did. Sunghoon didn’t seem phased at all, probably since he was used to it. But for you, it was different. 
How could you not feel a little self conscious when such a bright and popular student like Sunghoon only hung out with your everyday average student like you? 
It made you question why he continued to stay by your side- with a plain, ordinary human like you. 
But when he still chooses to sit next to you everyday chirping a bright good morning at you, steals your pencils and erasers constantly, and randomly sends you pictures of memes he thought were funny, you feel reassured and dumb for feeling that way. 
Either way, you spent like 80% of your time with him. That meant all his “flirty moves” were bound to reach a limit. A little too much to the point you can’t ignore it and brush it off. 
Always opening doors and pulling out chairs for you? 
He’s always been polite and well mannered. 
Offering you his jacket and getting upset when you reject it? 
So maybe he’s just the sulky type. 
But ordering a drink with two straws and expecting you two to share it without even asking?
That crossed a line. 
I mean, who was willing to share a medium sprite at McDonald’s? (Not you, that’s who).
You’re scared to think there may even be a possibility that Sunghoon likes you. 
And when one day he does his daily ‘good morning’ and you excitedly tell him you didn’t fail your exam, he smiles. 
But it was a little too breathtaking, to the poor you feel like you’re stuck in time, like you could stare at him for hours. 
Yeah, you’re scared you might like him too. 
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The more time you spend with Sunghoon, the more down bad you realize you are. 
You saved a seat for him at lunch today without even thinking about it since he said he was going to be running late. Your mind was already wandering off to what dish he was going to order and what food he was going to steal from your plate as well. 
You realized, your feelings had been that way for a long time. You liked Sunghoon since when you first met all those years ago, regardless if you wanted to admit it or not. You saved a seat for him at the lunch table just like you did when you were kids, only now it was years later and you were college students at university. 
“Hey,” Sunghoon seeming comes out of nowhere to awaken you from your daze, “thanks for waiting for me.” 
You blink, “Oh. Yeah. Of course.” 
As you eat, you suppress the urge to offer your food to him as you watch him eat hungrily. What happened? You were supposed to be the one that protested when he took your food. But when he does it this time, a chopstick sneakily approaching your plate, you don’t seem to mind as much.  
When you both finish, Sunghoon letting out a satisfied sigh of fullness and you making fun of him for it, you both leave campus together. 
Sunghoon easily takes your hand in his as you stroll down the sidewalk. 
Oh, that too. 
You weren’t sure when it happened, but it was so natural you accepted it a little too naturally. So maybe you did look like a couple. Just maybe. 
At some point, you let go of his hand and he shoots you a look. You shake your head, amused. “Go home, hoon. You don’t have to walk me all the way back to my dorm.” 
He protests but you raise a hand and wait for him to finish. “You need to get some rest, especially since you skipped breakfast.” 
“What? How did you know?” 
You cross your arms, “I always know. Now go home and get some rest. I can survive on my own. But text me when you get back, okay?”
His eyes widen like he’s surprised. “Okay. But I’m still coming over later so we can watch the new season of spy x family. I’ll bring the snacks,” he adds with a wink before walking off and you wave, unable to hide the fond smile on your face. 
The way he treats you so special, you wonder if he likes you as much as you like him. It must be obvious, can he tell that you like him? 
And if you do like each other, then what? 
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It becomes a normal thing—he kisses your forehead, he calls you over and you both fall asleep in his bed watching anime together—he does everything a boyfriend would do. 
He invites you to come over for dinner during the holiday vacation with his family. You almost rejected but at the sheer pleading look on his face, you can’t say no. 
You’re nervous. You’re meeting Sunghoon’s family. You’ve heard and seen them a little when you were kids, but that was so long ago. Sunghoon reaches over to squeeze your hand as you wait outside his parents house. 
His sister opens the door. Her eyes widen. 
“Sunghoon! And…”
You both immediately unfreeze.
“This is y/n, don’t you remember her from elementary school?” He lets go of your hand to gesture quickly. You’re still in awe at seeing his sister all grown up to do anything. She frowns before her eyes light up. 
“No freaking way, the y/n that you had-“
He almost lunges forward, yelling something along the lines of “shutupshutupshutup“ and awkwardly laughing as you stand there. 
Meeting the rest of his family went a little smoother. Honestly, everything went too well. You got along great with his parents and even warmed up to his sister albeit the rocky introduction earlier. 
Everything was great. Except one thing. 
Sunghoon only introduced you by your name. No friend, classmate, or another g-word that you preferred not to think about. 
His parents didn’t question it. But his sister did. She definitely gave a look of “what’s going on between you two?” and even worse was that you didn’t have an answer.  
It made you uneasy, but you decide to focus on spending a nice dinner with his family instead of dwelling on other pressing matters like your relationship with Sunghoon. At least, for the moment. 
You’ve been ignoring it for a while and it’s gotten tiring. When Sunghoon walks you home that night, he noticed your unusual quietness. 
“How was the dinner? Was something wrong with the food?” He has such a concerned gaze that you almost feel guilty. 
Confrontation was one of your weaknesses. Yet you couldn’t keep going on like this, back and forth in a mental game of tug of war- he likes you, he likes you not. 
So you can’t help the words that spill out of your mouth. 
“You like me.”
He stops in his tracks. You exhale before continuing, “And you have to know that I like you.” 
Sunghoon clears his throat, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “Uh, yes?”
You frown at his response. “That’s it? We just like each other?”
He avoids your gaze and you think this Jamie the first time you’ve seen him act shy. 
“Do you want more? I didn’t want to move too fast-“
You raise your arms exasperated- more at the situation itself than him. Your shoes scuff the ground as your voice softly echoes through the night air. 
“I dunno? It’s obvious, it’s more than just liking between us. So what is it?”
You knew your feelings were more than that. it was much much more than that. 
“Now, what?” You whisper. Taken aback, the silence only lasts for another minute or so before he bursts out laughing 
“I mean, I thought we were together already. Wasn’t that obvious?  Wasn’t my longterm crush on you obvious? That fact that I spent so much with you and take you to see my family, you didn’t catch on…” 
You stutter, gasping for air like a fish out of water. “It really wasn’t,” you mutter under your breath. 
He huffs, half amused and half relieved. “You’re right, it’s more than just like. I really like you, is that better? There’s another l word that I won’t say yet but you know, just putting it out there.” 
He avoids your gaze at that and confident surges through you after you process the sudden turn of events. You step closer with newfound confidence, looking up at sunghoon from under your lashes and feeling your breaths mix. 
“Then... Are we not going to kiss?” You murmur hesitantly once you feel the loud thumping of your heart. 
For some reason, your mind flashes back to the time you first saw Sunghoon in class, crawling on the floor like an idiot. But technically, he was your idiot now. Who knew taking organic chemistry would lead to this? 
“Says who?” Sunghoon smirks while leaning in. 
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dino-fart · 1 year
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My Jade Heart
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Pairing: Namor x Female Reader
Genre: Romance, Comfort, Fluff
Summary: You saved Namor’s life but ended up with severe wounds. You are now in the medical bay of Wakanda in recovery. You haven’t seen Namor but can only hope he is alright. Good thing the King of Talokan had a feeling you would be worried about him and decided to pay you a visit. 
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You lay there on the bed with the IV in your arm. The doctor told you that you would be fine thanks to Wakandan technology. You suffered from broken ribs and a large wound on your right side. You had a few bandages on your cheeks and head from the cuts. The surgeon had stitched your wound and you were on strict orders to not move for at least two weeks until therapy would come in and work with you. 
You were worried sick about Namor the whole time. You knew he was fine for the most part but how fine was he? Did he get any injuries? Princess Shuri kept telling you to stop worrying and that she’d sent a message to him. But you were getting restless. Okoye had to threaten to knock you out once. 
You now sighed as you sat up on the bed and scrolled through the iPad. You were catching up on emails, texts, news, etc. Whatever you can do to keep your mind off of the king. You closed the iPad after you had enough and closed your eyes to sleep. A gentle touch to your face awoke you from your nap. 
Your eyes opened to meet the gaze of the king. You let out a soft gasp and smiled softly. “Namor...” 
The great king smiled at you softly and gently cupped your cheek, “Mi salvador (My savior).” 
You blushed at his touch and felt his thumb gently stroke over the bandages. “I’m glad you’re okay.” You smiled. 
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner. I was tending to my people.” Namor leaves your side and pulls up a chair to sit by your bedside. 
“It’s okay, as long as you’re okay.” You nod. 
Namor gently set his spear against the wall and moved his hands to hold your bandaged ones. He pressed kisses to your covered knuckles. You blushed more at how tender he was being with you. The two of you had unspoken feelings before, lingering looks and gentle touches. And now, well now, nothing was holding you two back. 
You felt a fire stir in your stomach and leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek. Namor turned his head to look at you and leaned forward to kiss your lips softly. You moved your hands from his and wrapped your arms around his neck. Namor rested his hands gently on your hips as he kissed you passionately. You moaned softly as you deepened the kiss. 
Namor let out a purr and gently laid your back against the bed. You winced in pain and Namor pulled back immediately. “My apologizes, mi yakunaj.” Namor whispered against your lips and pressed a few kisses along your jawline. Namor pulled back and reached for something in his pocket. You lay there, waiting for him, not having the energy to sit back up. 
Namor leaned back over on you and gently brought over a necklace. He gently put it over your head and around your neck. You picked up the pendant and gasped at the beauty of it. “A jade heart.” You smiled. 
Namor smiled back and kissed your brow. “Yes, my love, a jade heart for my jade heart.” 
You set the pendant down and cupped Namor’s face. You met his gaze and smiled at how he looked at you with so much love. You leaned forward and kissed him passionately. Namor pulled back gently, “Not too much, my love, you need to rest.” You nodded and nuzzled your head on the pillow. 
Namor stroked your hair back and his other hand held yours. Namor rested his forehead against yours and hummed a soft tune that lulled you to sleep. 
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colectingstrz · 8 months
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THE RECEPTIONIST ☏
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➤ (📞) GENRE: fluff, strangers to lovers | PAIRING: jay x fem reader | WC : 1.9k | SUMMARY: When you find your self crushing hard and constantly go to your local hospital just so you could see the cute receptionist again or in which the cute receptionist is amused by your antics and secretly anticipates your return.
SOO’S SMOL NOETY 📝:
𖤐 lowkey off topic but I’m quite embarrassed to say I’ve never seen these pictures of jay before... (#><) Like ive been stanning enha sine iland as well I don’t get it.. I came across this and was so shocked cuz how come I’ve NEVER SEEN THESE JAY PICS!!?? it’s just added an extra 5 years onto my lifespan (thank you to my man!! 🥰) + this is 80% proof read see a weird word? Erase it from your memory ❤️
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YOUR MOTHER WAS DRAMATIC. Everything little thing that happened, she would inflate out of proportion, just like today. When you called her and told her you had some odd rashes, she freaked out and arrived to your university accommodation within 10 minutes. You tried to reassure her that it wasn't deep, but she didn't want to hear it. Assuming the worst, she literally dragged you by your ear to her car and drove you to the hospital.
The whole thing was humiliating as your friends and anyone who lived in your section watched the whole interaction form their windows. You understand your mother wanted to make sure you were alright. Especially as you were the youngest sibling she always was extra mindful of you. But she was doing way to much for your liking. You just wanted to get this over with and go home.
Once you arrived you and your mother approached the counter and rang the bell so that a receptionists could be alerted. Soon a tall male appeared “ I apologise for the wait I had an important call.. what can I do for you miss?” You shot your head up once you heard the voice stepping closer and locking eyes with him .
For you, it was love at first sight. He was cute, he was handsome, and all of the above. You had never seen anyone as attractive as him in your 20 years of living. Who is this angel from above his jawline? I need him to cut me in ha- " y/n sweetie, why don't you explain your problem to the gentleman?"
Oh yeah..my rashes
“uh... I have some rashes uh... that are uh... spreading all over umm..my back” you internally slapped yourself for speaking like that and stuttering it's bad enough you showed up with your mum at your big age and now this..what was he supposed to think of you. It was difficult to concentrate on your words as his deep brown eyes were fixed on you.
He hummed as he scribbled something on his notes, “ladies please sit over there on the red chairs and make yourself comfortable I'll set you up with one of our doctors in a minute ” oh I'll make myself comfortable alright “pardon? ” You covered your mouth with your hands as you gasped, realising you had spoken out loud. Here I am again, embarrassing myself in front of him .
The male chuckled to himself before heading off down the hall.
Later that week more like 2 days after you found yourself at the hospital again Why? Because you were sick sick. Suffering from what? A bad case of I’m attracted to my hospitals receptionist syndrome and you needed an antidote quickly.So What perfect way to curs yourself by seeing the cause instead.
Plus you couldn’t focus at uni he lived in your head rent free and you didn’t even know his name. You wanted to talk to him again to hear his deep voice. Maybe you were obsessed ? Crazy? But you were crazy in love and needed to see him. So during your free you took the train and made your way to the hospital.
As you approached the counter you were met with an unfamiliar pair of eyes it was another receptionist. Where’s the sexy jawline dude who the hell is this old woman? “ umm excuse me ? Where’s the hot receptionist” the lady looked up from her paper and raised a brow eyeing you up and down “ if your a fan girl please excuse yourself out the hospital if your not actually sick “ tch she has an attitude “ uhh..im actually his girlfriend im here to drop somthing off ! I’ll be quick” you forced a smile as she squinted her eyes once more giving you a look as if searching for you obvious lie but she seemed to buy it “ I’ll call him for you stay here ” she disappears into the back and eventually your “boyfriend” comes out.
“ boyfriend ? “ he raised a brow with an amused smile on his face. You will be soon you just don’t know it yet “ i..uhh I only said that so you could come out please don’t misunderstand anything ” he nodded sitting down on the chair “ well then since you requested me what do you need ? ” you didn’t actually come there with a plan. Not having enough time to think of some fake diagnosis to give yourself you chose to be honest.
A sudden wave of confidence washes over you “ I need you ” he raised a brow “pardon ?” You nodd “ you heard me” the male chuckles to himself “you came all the way just to say this.. I’ll applaud you for your determination but im not interested ” im going to throw my self of a building “ don’t speak so soon.. once you get to know me your going to become interested” he hummed “ sure sure” you crossed your arms “ well if your going to reject me can I at least know the name of the guy I’ve been dreaming about ” he smirks “ you’ve been dreaming about me? Your very honest I like that.. and the names jay “ even his name is sexy
“ I’m honest and a lot more things you will like if your willing to find out jay..” you graced your fingers over his lightly before turning off to leave. With a proud smile on your face
Jay didn’t really understand what just happed but he found you amusing. It’s not like he hadn’t had girls come here and put it on him but something about the way you carried yourself and acted was different. He wouldn’t admit it but he hoped to see you some time soon.
As quick as the next day you showed up. You approach the counter to be met with the same old annoying lady “ here to see your boyfriend? I’ll get him ” maybe she’s not so annoying anymore you smiled to yourself as your little lie seemed to be doing you wonders
“ good afternoon jay how’ve you been did you miss me” he rolled his eyes while flicking though some documents “ you’ve been gone for 21 hours.. there’s nothing to miss it hasn’t even been a full day” he was counting..? “ you counted how many hours soooo…you did miss me didn’t you ?” you spoke with a slight blush on your cheeks at the thought that he actually missed you to some extent. Jay noticed this he thought it was cute how easily flustered you got “ your cute when you blush ” hearing him say that you made your legs melt like jelly almost losing balance to the point jay even stood up reaching out for your arm in concern
“ y/n.. are you alright ?” You nodd slowly “ you know my name..” you speak in a dazed tone to which jay smiles “ of course your not someone to forget.. so are you actually sick or.. you came here to see me” what do you think “ no this time I’m actually a little under the weather do you want to know why jay ” he nodded getting out his notepad
“ I’m stuffing from unrequited love.. the guy I like doesn’t feel the same way.. and I think I might die from a broken heart ” you spoke dramatically with a small pout flashing jay your doe eyes hoping he would be tranced by your attempt to be cute and fall in love with you. To your shock he flicked your forehead “ ouch! Why would you do that ! ” he now moved closer to you placing his hands on the counter staring at you deeply
“ it seems your suffering form something else too.. stupidity ” huh? What is that supposed to mean “ what.. please elaborate I’m unaware of this symptom” you speak deeply confused so you move closer to jay urging him for an answer. Almost closing the distance between the two of you. You action caught jay of guard causing him to move back and hide his deep blush with a cough “ that’s a conversation for another time “ you raise a brow “ another time? So you intend to see me again when’s the date ” he laughs “ I never said I was taking you out on a date ” you pout again
“ fine then.. I guess I’ll just go to another hospital form now on..” you turn to leave wishing he would follow you but the more you headed to the entrance you realised he wasn’t. You sighed maybe this is a sign I should move on.
Though just as you stepped foot out the entrance you felt a force pull you to an outside wall pushing you against it. You were shocked to see jay. “ are you that dense y/n” what what what “Huh..? I don’t I.. I don’t understand ” his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips he seemed as if he heisted at the thought of kissing you
“ on second thought.. I-I don’t need to understand if your going to kiss me just do it ” he chuckled lightly placing his finger on your lips “ I want to make that move in a better and more appropriate setting if you get what I mean” he still wants to kiss me so a win is a win.
you couldn’t belive that this whole time jay liked you back you mentally facepalm yourself for being so dense how did you not notice sooner? A regular person would have shooed you away yet he entertained it all. It was so obvious I’m an idiot
He pulls away from you slightly now resting on the wall next to you
“ wait so you really did miss me? ” he nodded but you didn’t fail to miss the small tint of red that was evident on his ears as he attempted to turn away “ yeah.. I actually gave you my number but I guess you didn’t notice “ you raise a brow number HE GAVE ME HIS NUMBER AND I DIDINT NOTICE !?
“ wait wait wait when? “ he shrugged “ on the first day I wrote it on a sheet of paper and when I escorted you and your mom to the doctor I slipped it into your bag since you left it open Damm it this was the 3rd mental facepalming you had revived for your actions, as you do in fact remember seeing a scrunched up ball of paper but assumed it was rubbish and threw it in the trash.
“ I threw that in the bin thinking it was rubbish oh my gosh Jay why didn’t you just straight up say it to me my memory is impeccable!” he smiles “ I wanted to tease you a little bit longer I like seeing you all cute and flustered ” now it was your turn away and hide the blush on your face.
You had so much more you wanted to say to him but the interaction was cut short by that annoying old lady. Yes after what interrupting your lil moment with jay she became annoying again
“ Jay.. stop sucking your girlfriends face off and answer to some customers I’m on my break !” She yells as you could hear her approaching. You turn to jay with a frown. Though Shocking both you and him Jay unknowingly places a quick kiss on your cheek mouthing a small “I’ll see you later” before running back into the hospital.
You sigh as you lean on the wall placing your hand on your cheek as you relived the moment on reply. Again and again and again and again- “ y/n!” you hear jay call out for you. He approached you quickly placing a folded paper in your Palm “ my number.. please don’t throw it away again and call me”
And he sped off again
You smiled to yourself as you held the paper firmly in your hand not wanting to let go. You never knew in your life that you would be thanking your mother for being so dramatic.
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psychopomp-enthusiast · 8 months
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Uninvited Guest
Blade x reader, one sided enemies to lovers ish, sfw, Vidyadhara gn Reader, Blade's past name being referred to as Ren, and bc this is Blade: some description of death, injury, and mental health decline. Some update 1.2 & Dan Heng spoilers. I'm commemorating losing my 50/50. This could be a series if I remain to be unlucky and motivated. 2.3k ish words I think.
Wherein, Blade's Mara runs its course after another failed lethal wounding. You're just here for the ride while he recovers.
Also on AO3 here! Part 2 here >>>>>
"Get away from me."
"I'm not-"
"Don't ruin this for me," he snarled, and you bit back a groan.
Blade is– yet again– on your operating table. This has got to be the third time this week. He hadn't even given you the courtesy of putting down his sword before entering your care.
"I promised I wouldn't heal you without your consent. But I can't watch you suffer," it has always been hard for you to watch strong emotions in others, especially negative ones, maybe that's just how the people who grow up around Lady Bailu are now, "Can I please have your consent to administer a light anesthetic? Just for the pain, nothing else."
This operating room of yours was more like Blade's second home at this point. He was in and out, or Kafka would drop his body off if he hadn't returned to the living world just yet. Your only saving grace for those first few times he awoke and assumed you revived (note the lack of term: saved) him was the ice that burst into being at your fingertips to slow him down long enough to plead your innocence. And also scream for Kafka. Standard procedure at this point.
"...fine, but get out when you're done." He reminds you of a stray cat you took in many years ago, that hissed, scratched, and yowled at you while you did everything you could to make sure it lived until the next day through the bustle of the Luofu lifestyle.
Except that Blade is not at all a cat, which is smaller than you and justifiably intimidated by a world run by unknowable beings. Blade is a 6"2 man with a sword and exactly no fear of you or the consequences for killing you, and is very knowledgeable on the Aeons if you recall correctly. The fact that this room was directly attached to the apartment you were assigned… yeah. It gave you a new appreciation for Silver Wolf’s teleportation and soundtrack taste, given how often you used it to physically or emotionally escape from the insane screaming from time to time.
By the time your brain jumps off of autopilot, Blade has an IV drip running into a vein in his hand, and he's watching with rapture at the gruesome work done on his torso by whatever pitiful creature tried its luck today. The table is already half raised so that he's sitting up, which makes it easier for him to self monitor. You only ever fully reclined the table when you had a willing patient, who was never him.
You wonder briefly if you should give him your usual dialogue about what button to press if he needed anything, but for the sake of your mental health today, you elected to leave quietly while it was still possible. You may not be the most fond of him but… a part of you hopes he finds what he's looking for today.
'That' being his death of course. For a once medical student, watching a physically well man pray for death was… unsettling. But as a Vidyadhara? It made all too much sense, and you'd seen plenty of terminally ill outworlders and early stage Mara onset Xianzhou natives enter that same desperate mentality for relief. It made it all too obvious why Lady Bailu learned to work with her eyes and ears shut tight when she could. Her strategy was to ease their suffering as quick as possible through healing, but in your case, healing doesn't seem to be the best solution, as much as pain management is.
As for what you do these days… live-in family doctor one might say? You didn't exactly apply or anything, having been grabbed off the street one day on the way to the Alchemy Commission archives back on the Luofu. Any sane person would have been melting down when that happened but… maybe your reality just never set in entirely? Sure, it was tense at first, but one cannot expect to live a satisfying rebirth cycle in unending stress. You had to carry on. You learned Silver Wolf’s favourite games, and the drinks that Kafka liked to pair with her music. The others, Sam and Blade, were around less socially, but you still learned the displeasure of Blade's disposition.
Maybe you were kidnapped in a past life and got used to it. Small oddities were known to carry through reincarnation sometimes, like that one Vidyadhara man who always fell in love with that Xianzhou woman from the Divination Commision. Some people never change no matter how many times they start over. If you had any records or way to track down your last life, you wonder if you'd find anything interesting.
You know there is something wrong with Blade's past. Everything about him is wrong by now. Even when he swears he'd rather be anywhere but your operating room, he stumbles in, waking you in the late nights, rambling like a mad man about cures and debts and three prices long unpaid. Blade hates you, but always returns to you. It's obviously the Mara again, and it's highlighted as he calls you by the wrong name: a name that sends shudders up your spine. Blade isn't a fan of Vidyadhara, perhaps another reason he can't stand you.
Once he bolted upright after you had put him back together, and grabbed your sleeve to pull you as close as he could and manically began to speak, "Dan Feng, you must listen to me, my time is near and you must swear to me, you must honour my final rites. You must leave Baiheng alone, you must bury us. Do you understand?"
It had scared you more than being kidnapped had, but you agreed, used to the ramblings or men long lost to old age illnesses, "of course, anything for you. Your final rites will be honored."
His wide red eye looks at you sadly, with a hint of another emotion that you dare not name, "you always say that, but you don't do as you swear you will. You won't let go, no matter how many times I ask?"
Being an Alchemy Commission archivist and Vidyadhara has afforded you some privileges to knowledge that is far from common. You do not tell Blade what you know, or what he has said to you. You value your life too much for that.
In the middle of pouring yourself some tea that Kafka recommended for migraines, an enraged wail comes through the walls. Must be your unwilling patient. It would be one of those days it seemed, and you filled a second cup of tea and set everything on a tray to cart into your operating room. You'd clean up to keep it sterilised after he left.
Blade is right where you left him on the table, staring down with familiar disappointment at his gut, which had been something out of a horror movie when he arrived, but now resembled seamless but dirtier skin. His life may have continued, but it was definitely the end of the line for his jacket, and the stains on his pants would be a pain for anyone tempted to try and restore them. Usually, that would be his own responsibility, but on the days that Elio needed Blade back out in fast order, it fell to you to try and mend fabric instead of flesh wounds.
Blade mindlessly turns to you as you set down the tray of ceramics with as much grace as you can manage with a first aid kit tucked between your elbow and your side. The painkiller must be reigning in his motivation to take his frustration out on you today.
"It healed again."
"I'm sorry to hear that," you said quietly, "that must be infuriating."
By all means, you should be relieved by how tame his behaviour is, even without Kafka to subdue him. But that immutable voice in your head that made you join the Alchemy Commission in the first place grieves with him, as the satisfaction of eternal rest evades him once more.
"Think you can handle some tea right now?"
He gracelessly flops his free hand and shakes his head. That's enough anesthetic for him then, you decide, if he's already healed.
"I'll get rid of the painkillers and leave the tea for when your head is clear again."
He just hums his acknowledgement, but that one visible eye of his is still transfixed on the bloodied hole in his coat where his wound used to fall behind. You should probably help him out of the coat at least and clean what you can. You disconnect the IV drip and put a bandage on his hand, while your trained hands make light work of his coat and its shreds.
You didn't owe him anything. He hadn't earned anything from you either. This was just your job. He wasn't like Silver Wolf, where her lighthearted banter had earned your stock of her favourite candy after each time you patched her up, or in rarer cases, Kafka’s spa face masks when you saw her. Elio said you didn't owe them bedside manners, as long as you healed them.
So why–
"What flowers do you want at your funeral?" You ask as you used a wipe to reduce the blood and grit from his abdomen.
"Never thought about it," he grunted, watching you with that single red eye like a predator eyed a small creature, "red spider lilies are traditional."
"Do you want a traditional funeral?"
"Yes."
"Okay. You'll have the funeral of your dreams when you finally die then. Was your homeworld in the habit of using caskets or…?" You look up and your jaw stiffens.
He's smiling. Not in that unhinged mara-stricken way that you're used to and long since grown indifferent to. No. This is a regular, disarming smile, for a regular, harmless man. And it unsettles you deeply. Blade is not ever like this, and you wonder just what kind of recesses of his past you must have opened up by accident, because this could not be anything else but a glimpse of that long forgotten life.
"Doctors aren't responsible for funerals, are they?"
You shrug, finish with cleaning his skin, and begin searching your cabinets for the spare clothes you keep in his size, "no, not usually. I had a couple jobs on the Luofu and the doctor was an older one. My usual job was as a medical archivist at the Alchemy Commission, so I made sure care or lives that ended were documented, and then final rites were properly carried out. I know a lot about the proceedings of those at peace."
What was his shirt size again? L, or XL… you grab one of each and turn back to him, figuring that you'll hold them up roughly in front of him and pick the best from there.
"Already putting my clothes back on?" He asks, in a tone that is... far too casual for what you expected of him.
"I suppose I don't know you well enough to leave you without them," you answer back, mimicking his levity. This isn't Blade. But you don't know who that makes him.
"I'm a forge master. I designed and created the weapons for the High Cloud Quintet, did you know?" The man– who cannot be Blade, not if he's in the memories of a different life, right– says proudly.
"Really? What's your best work then?" XL it is.
"That Vidyadhara Elder has one of my polearms, there is no better master for one of my works than him. He hasn't visited in so long, I wonder what is keeping him this time…" there's a saddened look in his eyes, and it's with morbid fascination that you realise: Blade was not a long life species or a Xianzhou native. Whatever impedes his current search for death is not standard long-lived genetics or the remnants of a War with The Abundance.
"I'm Vidyadhara, so I can only imagine what it was like to build something so formidable," you mused as you dressed him.
"And lovely too," he says with hopeful eyes.
"Weapons clearly aren't your sole area of mastery." This man is fun. Charming even. If this weren't technically an impossible conversation, you'd be getting your phone out to exchange information.
"Nowadays I'm working on a sword for myself now. It will be difficult to wield, but I'll figure it out. It will be beautiful. It will be my last project, did I mention? I'm getting old, and my hands just don't work like they used to. I wish I had taken on an Apprentice to pass on my art…"
The Archivist and the Doctor in you beg you to do something, to help this artist preserve his life's work. It's those same voices that compelled you to ask Blade what he wanted, when you should have just left it well alone and not triggered… whatever this was.
"Tell me your name? I can't pass on your art form, but I can make sure it's preserved. Maybe one day somebody new can take up your tools again. I promised you a funeral, I can find mourners."
"I'm Ren. Make sure Dan Feng is there, would you? If nobody else, he must be there."
"Of- of course," but you can't hide the tremble in your voice. You know those names. You know many things.
You wish you had not asked.
But Ren's eyes look heavy now, and you recline the table. He mumbles his thanks as sleep takes him. If only death would claim him so easily. You should have known better. You know by now that Blade's Mara symptoms have progressed for so long and so far that the stages are all out of order, and it seems you just saw early onset. Early stages can be identified through patient confusion, a sense of displacement, and of issues identifying what stage of their life they are living in, often mentally returning to a time of their youth or young adulthood. You know this well, having diagnosed one of your caretakers who minded you during the period after you hatched until you became independent.
It is cold reassurance that Blade, or Ren, or whoever is now before you, can not get any worse than he has already been. Had this been the Luofu and you in your regular position, this would have just been a job, but this is the middle of Aeons know where, with the Stellaron Hunters, and this is Blade. This was a look into his life that not even he would want to take.
You curse your sentimentality, and gently drape a blanket over his sleeping form, and turn off the main lights. There are plenty of small appliances that light the room enough for him to see when he wakes. You take your teacup, still untouched, with you.
You feel sorry for whoever this man is. But you also hope he has no memory of this later. Perhaps there are still some blessings found in what splintered remains of his mind there are left. Just like the history of the event itself you supposed.
"Dan Feng, what have you created?"
You think you'll take up Kafka’s offer for that expensive brandy she brought back recently.
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how would j react if reader was in a coma.... i read "just one check" (i think that was the name of the one about the bank robbery and reader getting shot?)
and i kinda want to see him feel sad and guilty. maybe readers in a coma for a week or two. i feel like j would be upset seeing her laying in a hospital bed with tons of iv's coming out of her. or and im not sure how he'd react to her being weak and confused when she wakes up. and you don’t have to write it if it’s too sad/dark 🫶 i just kinda love hospital soap operas so i thought of this 😂
His Lighthouse: Say Something (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Say Something - Oneshot
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Hey hi anon!!! 🖤✨
Phew this was an old request! I'm slowly getting back on schedule! Its never too dark of a request for me to write anon! I looooooooove dark content lol 🤭That being said, let's get into it! You requested sad and guilty Joker visiting bedside, you got it! It’s giving soap ops, like One Life to Live, vibes! I penned this on high off of period hormones and during the Super Bowl so buckle up and grab a tissue box! Joker is gonna be in his feels!! (and so was I)
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This was his fault. He deserved to be the one suffering not you.  
You did nothing in this life to warrant such a fate. Joker felt sick to his stomach being in your presence but at the same time, staying by your side was his penance. 
Even in a coma, Joker could argue that your beauty remained. Your colored skin, normally so rich and smooth, now gave off a mythical aura against the white hospital sheets. Your countenance was like an elfin or fae. All in all, you gave sleeping beauty a run for her title.  
Nurses and doctors bustled in one after the other to check your vitals as you slept on. Joker paid no mind. He was far too distracted by the constant beeping in your room. Everything was so loud; it quickly became a sensory overload. He flagged down a terrified nurse and demanded that she turn them off.  
“I... I can’t sir. Y/n needs them to survive.” That’s when Joker realized just how grave your injuries were.  
She took the time to point out each machine you were hooked up to and its function. Joker lost count after ten.  
He felt so small surrounded by all this tech. He knew nothing at all. For once, Joker had to trust someone to help him. He’d do anything to keep you alive and well. He already failed half of that promise, there was no more room for error. 
He wanted to grab ahold of your hand, but it looked so fragile lying on the hospital bed. Your nails were still manicured in your f/c and shape however your skin was pulled taunt so that three different IV lines could puncture your arm. The doctors had turned you into a pin cushion and Joker could only hope that you recovered from this. 
He had nothing but time to guilt trip himself into a downward spiral. He didn’t rescue you fast enough and this was the consequence.  
His enemies knew killing you would destroy the Prince of Crime once and for all and they nearly succeeded. Joker almost didn’t recognize you when he found you.  
Frost and the others assumed the worst, but they miraculously found a pulse and that was their cue to rush you to the nearest hospital. Joker didn’t care about the fallout— he walked straight through the front door with you in his arms, clown makeup and all.  
His sudden appearance caused panic, and no one dared to help until Dr. Sarai and her personal team arrived and wheeled you into an OR. Joker was then ushered into a safe room. He expected the staff to call Batman or the police, but they never did.  
He never understood why.  
Sarai broke it down plainly. “We don’t judge here. You didn’t see the desperation on yo’ face when ya brought Y/n in. How could we rip you away when it's obvious ya need to be ‘ere with her?” 
She guided Joker to a VIP room where he and his goons could visit freely without raising any suspicions. It was then Joker saw you for the first time all patched up. It was a shock to see how badly he failed at keeping you safe. Why did you of all people have to suffer like this?  
If he could transfer your pain to him, he’d do it in a heartbeat to rid you of this misery. For now, all he could do was watch over you helplessly. 
He grew to appreciate the steady beeps and hisses that filled your room. Each sound reported in real time that you were still alive. You were fighting to stay with him and he hoped you were giving it your all.  
Joker was still learning to love. If he lost you then he would never try again, for no one deserved to have his heart after you cherished it so. It belonged to you and you alone. You were the best warden in this prison called love and he never wanted to escape. He was just too addicted. 
An unexpected shrill noise brought him out of his thoughts. A crash team rushed through the sliding doors and carefully pushed him back.  
He didn’t have the time to be offended, “What’s going on?!” What were they doing to you? 
No one answered him as they talked amongst themselves; he didn’t understand a single word of their medical jargon, but he did catch, “Call a code!”  
He had seen enough tv dramas to know what that meant. A doctor voiced the trademark “clear!”, and everyone threw up their hands as he shocked you with paddles. The obnoxious beeping continued and then it hit Joker. 
The most important machine of them all. Your heart monitor. Joker memorized the rhythmic rises and falls as you breathed in your sleep. He could listen to your heart for the rest of his life. You were unable to talk but your heart spoke volumes.  
And now it was screaming out for help.  
“We’re losing her. We gotta get her into an OR.”  
It all happened so fast. One minute you were comatose in your room, the next they were pushing your bed down the hall into surgery. All that was left was the snake-like cords from the many machines you were previously hooked to. Joker was left in your room at a loss. 
It was far too quiet with you and your life’s music gone.  
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Sarai found Joker still sitting in the bedside chair hours later. It didn’t appear that he moved an inch. The clown was mute, staring at the mess of cords on the floor. Sarai glanced at them briefly before clearing her throat.  
“Her lung collapsed again. We’ve managed to stabilize her but I gotta stress. It’s lookin’ like a temporary fix.” She flinched at the haunting green eyes staring at her. 
“WhaT. Does. That. Mean?” 
Great, he was already going through the stages of denial. How could she put this mildly? “It means... Y/n might not survive this.”  
He flung a rolling cart that was left behind into the wall. Its loud crash made Sarai jump. Somehow she remained composed. Joker wasn’t mad at her but at the situation. She had to keep that in mind with what would come next.  
He stormed over to her and growled, “Do not ever imply my Light might...” Joker’s throat closed up mid-sentence. He refused to say it aloud. “Y/n will be fine. She’s stronger than you think.” He noted.  
“I get that but let's face the facts. They moved her to the ICU so she could be on a ventilator.” 
“Great another machine.” Joker sighed.  
“That machine is breathing for her, Joker. If she loses any more oxygen to her brain, she’ll be a vegetable. No shocks or surgeries can fix dat.” Sarai waited until Joker locked eyes with her to drop the bomb. “She’ll be brain dead.” 
All was quiet as her words sank in. Joker didn’t expect forever with you, although he originally hoped for a few years at best. Time was never a given when this relationship first began.  
Joker was a wanted criminal and you, a famous citizen. It wasn’t destined to work out but the two of you made time. Living in the moment on borrowed time was enough, you were happy with J but now that happiness was being ripped away. 
He couldn’t think straight. The possibility of you dying hadn’t registered before but it became clear now. If only he been with you—kept you safe, then you would have never been abducted.  
This was all his fault.  
“I wanna see her.” He mumbled. Maybe seeing you again would help him make the right choice. At the most it would curb his sense of helplessness. Sitting around was doing nothing for his nerves.   
Sarai nodded and handed Joker a nurse uniform. “Y/n is on a different floor. Change into this 'n follow me.”  
He worn a similar outfit like this long ago so the disguise wasn’t an issue. It gave Joker access to walk alongside Dr. Sarai onto the ICU floor. There was a completely different atmosphere coming off the elevators. The dread was palpable and clung to his clothes.  
Joker could smell death that lingered in the air. He knew the smell all too well given his profession and it made his heart drop to his stomach, catching a whiff of it when he opened your door.  
You were knocking on death’s door and the cruel man was inviting you in.  
Joker pulled down his hospital mask and slowly crept towards your side. In the few hours he’d seen you last; you took a turn for the worse. 
It was going on two weeks that you been in the hospital, all of which you spent in a coma. There were countless surgeries and consultations and yet your health seemed to decline not improve. Maybe Sarai was right. He should probably entertain reality as painful as it will be.  
Joker came to a stop near your bedside to stare at your frail form. He knew from just one glance that you couldn’t survive for much longer. This wasn’t his Bunny anymore. All the light was sucked out of you and made you so small.  
“I’ll give ya some privacy.” Sarai said as she stepped out. She knew Joker needed to be alone with his grief. 
There couldn’t be any witnesses to what he was about to say.  
Pleading for someone to stay alive was such a foreign concept to him. Usually for him, it was the other way around, however Joker always found himself doing the unthinkable whenever it pertained to you.  
J cleared his throat before he began his dire plea.  
“Hey uh it’s meeee, Y/n. I dunno if you can hear me but I uhh.. Geez, I don’t know what to do without ya here. What I’d kill to have those pretty eyes of yours lookin’ my way. To hear your laugh. T-To feel your warm touch on mine..” Joker exhaled and looked up at the ceiling.  
He refused to cry. He did not cry yet a drop or two fell anyhow. If you were awake. the scene unfolding would be jaw dropping.  
Joker was a ruthless man with a matching reputation. None of that mattered as he spoke from the heart. 
“Uh, if you’re tired, t-that's okay, Y/n. Say the word and... d__n it, I’ll let ya go, okay?! I’ll swallow my pride. I can.. I can say goodbye when its time, but you gotta work with me doll. Give me a sign you’re ready and I’ll listen. But until then please... Fight. Stay alive.. stay w-with me, Y/n.” 
Joker choked up and backed away, suddenly unable to breathe.  
His hands were shaking and there was a ringing in his ears. J thought he was hearing one of your machines going off but your vitals were the same, sluggish but constant.  
It was just a panic attack that had him all discombobulated. You were okay (for now), but he was far from it.  
Why did he think you would hear him at his most vulnerable moment?   
This was nothing like the numerous tv show dramas where a heartfelt speech would instantly make the sick patient wake up. He was stupid for getting his hopes up and beyond weak for shedding tears for this. He got himself back under control and made himself comfortable on the room’s guest bed.  
He had to just hope that you would be okay. That’s all he could do.  
Funny how a week ago he couldn’t stand the noise your monitors made. But now? The slow beeps of your heart were his lullaby. 
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The staccato pitfalls of your imminent demise roused him awake. Another team of personnel burst through the door, each one working on autopilot to get you back stable.  
You were crashing again. Another code. A shame that this became your version of normal.  
Could it be your lungs failing again or did Joker’s nightmare finally come true? Was this the sign he asked for last night? Was this your way of saying you were giving up? He honestly didn’t know.  
“No pulse! Charging to one hundred sixty joules!”  
Joker sat in the corner, resigning himself to this fate. That familiar bitter smell cloaked your room. You weren’t coming back after this.  
More beeping, more calls for procedures and useless equipment. There was so much commotion, he was forced to drown it all out in order to think straight.  
By no means was Joker a religious man yet in that moment, he closed his eyes and prayed to any high power who would listen.  
‘Please don’t take her from me. I thought I could let her go. I can’t. I just can’t.’  
Their attempts at keeping you alive went on and on for what seemed like forever until someone brave enough walked over to Joker’s hunched form to deliver the news.  
He appeared to be mumbling to himself, but she couldn’t be for certain. It made for a weird sight.  
“Um sir? We need your permission to..”  
So it was happening whether he was ready or not. So much for prayers. Joker wondered why he even bothered.  
He knew what they were asking for, yet he couldn’t help being bitter in his reply. “To whaT?” He snapped.  
The female nurse jumped at the frosty tone, “T-To pull the... um. We’ll give you some time alone.”  
She nodded at the others and in seconds the room was empty, save for you and Joker.  
Joker went to sleep fearing this moment would come. He thought he would have more time to prepare. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye, yet Fate was oh so cruel.  
The brief time that J spent with you skirted across his memory. He would never forget your eyes the first time he saw you. So bright and expressive. Your bravery and wit blew him away and your deep scars from your past humbled him. Joker had never met someone so resilient. You lived up to your nickname. 
You were his Light; always and forever.  
He would never forget your voice; how it felt in the hushed early mornings and intimate late nights, or your whimsical mind inspiring him to greatness. You changed him for the better in a fraction of a year.  
There were just too many memories to recap as he shuffled over to your body.  
Only a few vital machines were keeping you between life and death and they strained to complete their assigned workload. Even to the end, you were stubbornly fighting but it wasn’t enough to sustain you. 
Joker gently smoothed your hair back from your face. “M’sorry Y/n. I gotta let you go.” He rested his forehead against yours.  
You managed the unthinkable. You made The Joker cry.  
There was no time for theatrics, Joker spoke boldly and true.  
“You’re the only woman I’ll love. I will never choose another, I swear. I am so sorry that I couldn’t get to you. Please, Y/n. I’ll do anything just please.. don’t go.”  
For so many years Joker refused to be weak— he had a reputation to uphold, a symbol to represent; all of that meant nothing if you were gone. He would be nothing but a broken shell of a man.  
Joker cried as if his tears could bring you back.  
At first, he almost missed it. Maybe he was hallucinating in his time of grief— but then it happened again. 
A slight twitch. Coma patients didn’t move unless… 
J was pretty insane (he had papers to prove it) so he questioned if this was all a trick of his mind. Before he got his hopes up, he needed to be sure this was actually happening.  
And so you have him a sign.   
The back of your eyelids moved. The heart monitor picked up a sudden spike in activity.  
He felt your hand jerk. He saw your chest rise and fall. Joker felt as if he could breathe air again. He wasn’t crazy! This was actually happening! His life regained its purpose as more and more signs were recorded on your systems.  
And finally, the cusp of the performance; An explosion of alerts. Your heart was now beating too fast, the ventilator automatically turning off to let your lung take over.  
Joker couldn’t scream loud enough. “NURSE!” He mashed the call button as you struggled to wake fully. “C’mon Bunny, that’s it! Look. At. Me!”  
Two weeks he went without gazing into your gorgeous eyes. He could happily drown in them if only you would grace him with the sight. He didn’t have to wait much longer.  
Your colored eyes immediately met Joker’s expectant gaze. “Welcome back, my Light.” 
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OKAY SO IVE HAD AN IDEA FOR A WHILE
Imagine the M6 and MC proposing at the same time. Like they pull out a ring only to turn around and see that the other person also pulled out a ring. I think its very silly but also very cute :3
The Arcana HCs: MC and M6 proposing at the same time
~ ahaaa I love silly and cute! This is a wonderful suggestion and I adore it. another addition to the marriage themed hcs! - brainrot ~
Julian
Fumbles and almost drops the ring in shock
Is quick to pull himself back together and relax into his typical roguish grin
"Well that answers the question for me."
Will 100% forget to put the rings on because he's too busy frantically making out with you in relief
You'll have to be patient when you do go to put the rings on, because he's trembling all over
Is it the leftover nerves? The excitement? The week of sleepless nights he suffered overthinking it ahead of time?
Will need you to reassure him later that your answer was in fact yes
Will suggest you kiss him again to prove it
You're about to watch him agonize over one of the most difficult decisions of his life regarding his ring
Does he wear the original size that fits his finger? Does he request it be sized up to wear over his glove? He wants to show it off, but he wants to wear it all the time, and he can't ask you for two, and -
He's pacing? If you pin him he'll stop
Asra
Moment of silence while they turn bright red, because seeing you offer your commitment unprompted instead of themself suddenly makes it 1000x more real
Says yes so quietly you'll have to ask him to repeat
Will zone out staring at you adoringly until you make a move or they realize that you're looking at them too
Kisses you before you can give him the ring but at some point they'll magically appear on your fingers
You keep having to pause because they can't stop chuckling
Teases you relentlessly about it later
"So eager, MC. When did you become so forward?"
Picks up a new habit of kissing your wrist, palm, and ring finger every time you hold hands
Develops a strong preference for holding the hand with his ring on it
Doesn't make any kind of announcement, just visits all of their friends and acquaintances and waits for them to notice
Selasi the baker has the quickest time
Nadia
Delighted and trying not to show how peeved she is
She loves you. You love her. You love her so much that you're proposing
But she was already proposing
She's in the middle of following through on an elaborate plan that she's been putting together for weeks
She has a lot of backup plans too for when things can and will go wrong -
- she just doesn't have one for when they go right!
It's only a second of her grieving her initial plan of sweeping you off your feet before she's nodding and smiling and saying yes
Puts the rings on before kissing you
"I had a wonderful event planned. May I show you?"
Will have the grandest engagement announcement and celebration you're comfortable with
Decides in hindsight that the proposal was much better this way
The story about who proposed to who changes depending on whether she's talking to family or to friends
Muriel
Secretly relieved, he'll let you take it from here
Immediate reaction is to pull you into a hug. He's so happy and he wants to savor this moment
Doesn't need to say anything more unless you ask him, just let him enjoy this
He made the ring he gives you
Even more shy than usual about kissing you. He really wants to, but this is something he's been working up to doing for months now and it's a lot
Inanna gives him so much grief about it
Avoids going into town for a week after the news gets out. He knows he's going to be congratulated and he appreciates it but that requires responding to lots of people at once
Will frequently get lost in thought admiring his ring
It takes him a few tries to say "my fiance" out loud without overheating
Those first few tries happen in front of Asra, who brings it up regularly in conversation for years
Portia
Squeals high enough to make your ears bleed
You proposed at the same time! That's so romantic!! That's so in sync!!! This is clearly meant to be!!!!
Screams yes before kissing you breathless, the rest of the proposal completely forgotten
Talking excitedly between kisses about how much she loves you and how perfect that was until she remembers she didn't see the ring you chose
"Where's my ring? Oh, it's so beautiful! Quick, let's put them on!"
Nonstop ecstatic giggles for the rest of the day
Announces it to every person she meets and shows off the ring like it's a trophy
Has an ongoing story about how the rings are also in love with each other, and sometimes her ring gets lonely for your ring and wants a kiss, and oh look, now you're holding hands
You two should kiss too
Uses this story to introduce you on every single one of her ambassador trips
Lucio
Pouting at first because you interrupted him in the middle of proposing before he realizes that it's because you're proposing too
Well hey if you thought of it too then it must the perfect plan
Very aggressive making out, regardless of the setting he chose and whether anyone's watching
Secretly ecstatic about the ring
It's been a while since he's received something new and shiny to wear, and this one's a lifetime of special
Consistently fishes for compliments on the ring he chose for you. He just wants to ensure that his taste is the best
Mercedes and Melchior are so tuned in to him that they start going nuts every time he glances at his ring or introduces you as his fiance
If anyone asks, he proposed first and then you proposed immediately afterwards
Will either completely forget to mention that you're engaged or introduce himself to everyone he meets as "MC's fiance"
Forms a habit of flipping people off with his ring finger because "it's extra powerful if you're involved."
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