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shuaraes · 3 months

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i should’ve never let you go | x.mh

- To him, love can only mean you

oneshot | 2.5k | exes! au | angst | comfort

after laying out his raw heart for you on voicemail, one part of xu minghao never expects to hear from you again. this is until you text him back asking him to meet you for the first time in over a year. with your text, minghao knows he can’t let you slip away the way he did before.

sequel to we shouldn’t have ended like this

~ pairing . xu minghao x gn!reader

~ content . exes to lovers au!, non idol au!, minghao’s a lover boy, quite cheesy at the end, can be read as a standalone fic but some minor references won’t be picked up on

~ tw/cw . suggestive, mentions of alcohol, minghao’s a bit of a dick to everyone but his s/o

~ song rec . blue jeans - lana del rey

~ author’s note . here it is, the much requested pt.2 !! thank you all for loving pt.1 so much ~~

(taglist at the end)

THE PARK BENCH IS ICE AGAINST MINGHAO’S BLUE JEANS.

His hands are tightly clasped around a medium-sized bouquet, a pink bow ribbon tying everything together. Minghao doesn’t know the first thing about flowers, just knows that carnations are your favourites. Even though there’s a slight chill in the air, Minghao is dressed nicely; short-sleeved polo rolled up to show his arms. He thought he might as well make a decent effort: after all, he’s seeing you for the first time in a year.

Soulmates used to be a concept foreign to Minghao, so foreign when his friend Jun often blabbed on about finding his ‘one true love’ - he could only scoff. Then he thought about what love meant to him. Watching all his friends fall in and out of it faster than he could blink, love didn’t mean much. Yes, he had been ‘in love’ but it had never consumed him, never broken him apart to the point he questioned his purpose of living.

Until you whispered those three words into his ear (it was early morning and you were tangled in his sheets, the linen covering your bare upper body, your eyes were barely opened but your smile was so bright, your fingertips and kisses painted his neck like a canvas. He had never seen such an angelic sight) and it all finally clicked. If this was what love felt like, then he had loved you since he first saw you.

Being in love meant loving you. To him, now love can only mean you.

Honestly, Minghao wasn’t expecting a response from you. It was three am when he sent the voicemail and after so long with no contact, you had probably moved on and found someone else. Living your life without thinking about him, is a privilege Minghao could only wish for. You were in his dreams, in his walls, staring at him in his bathroom mirror.

Although he did miss you terribly, a part of him sent a message because he wanted closure. He wanted to know you didn’t want him anymore. Maybe with your deafening silence, he could move on - live a life with you (an empty promise to himself, like a single coin in a fountain). But you didn’t.

A week after that night, Minghao received a text from your number.

It was early afternoon and Minghao was only half occupied with the tasks of the day, his head everywhere but the present. After sending that voicemail, he couldn’t seem to focus. A string of ‘what ifs’ kept constantly replaying in his head like a strip of film. At a point, he even contemplated throwing away your slippers. But as he saw them by the heater neatly lined next up to his - something deep from within him forced his whole body to stop. He couldn’t, he just couldn’t. Throwing away your slippers would mean giving up on you. Quitting had not got Minghao very far in life.

A notification popped up when he was scrolling mindlessly that day - he was about to swipe up. But when he saw your contact name (it’s ‘sweetheart’, he hasn’t changed it since the day he told you he loved you, the contact name even outliving your relationship), his phone almost dropped out of his hand and onto his face.

Sweetheart: How much did you drink?

Minghao’s breath hitched in his throat. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you were a drunken mistake. That he wouldn’t have said what he said without the removed inhibitions from several bottles of wine. He meant every single word he said

Minghao: I’ve never been more sober in my life.

His fingers paused at his keyboard, wanting to say so much more. He wanted to tell you once again how he couldn’t live without you, how you were even more important to him than the oxygen that fills his lungs. But he settled with simple formalities instead.

Minghao: How are you?

Sweetheart: Stop pretending that you care.

Minghao could feel his entire heart shatter in his chest, had you not listened to the voicemail or even worse did you not believe him? Did you not believe his love for you? Again, you were slipping away from him right in front of his eyes, he couldn’t let you go.

Minghao: Everything I said in that voicemail was true. I care about you more than I care for myself.

Sweetheart: Meet me in the park at 2pm and prove it then.

That’s how Minghao finds himself in his local park. Coincidentally, where you both had your first date (now several years ago, he placed a pink carnation behind your ear and when he looked into your eyes, he knew you were going to be different from the others). His heart is threatening to fall out of his chest with the way it’s beating so fast. What is he supposed to say to you? What apology on earth can he give you to make up for his past actions?

The past is in the past but Minghao needs you in his future.

As if you were the grand prize in this game we call life, Minghao is a debtor using up his final pennies. He can’t afford to lose you. The universe doesn’t grant second chances easily and Minghao wasn’t a fool to let you go again.

Your relationship was the furthest thing from perfect, but your flaws matched each other in a way Minghao could never fully grasp. End pieces in a jigsaw, rose quartz and serenity in an evening sky, the rays of the sun and the glow of the moon. You were far from perfect but you were more than close enough for Minghao. He was obsessed with you and still is.

He hears the light patter of feet against the cobbled pavement. The sound gets louder and louder until it stops. Minghao looks up from his fiddling fingers, expecting it to be some dog walker whose pet doesn’t understand the concept of personal space. But then he feels a familiar tap on his shoulder, there’s only one person in this world whose touch is as light as a feather.

When he sees you, his whole world ceases to exist. It is only you that remains. For a year he wanted, craved for this moment. You were his messiah, all he wanted to do was worship you until his throat was hoarse and lips parched. He was thirsty, oh so thirsty. Only you could save him, only you could fix him. He quickly stands up to look at you. He thinks if you touch him his legs would give in and he would fall to the floor. Your presence is overwhelming, you’re taking over his sensing and clouding his thoughts.

All of his words are caught in the base of his throat, there is so much he wants to tell you - but as he tries to speak only silence escapes from his parted pink lips.

You look slightly different, something Minghao couldn’t quite put his finger on. In front of him, you are a paradigm of blues, yellows and reds: the centrepiece in an art gallery, Micheal Angelo’s greatest creation.

“These are for me?” You ask cautiously, breaking the seemingly infinite silence.

You were so surprised to hear from him after you had assumed he had fallen out of love with you months ago. You want to make sure, that you haven’t gone mad, that the love of your life is really standing in front of you.

“Of course they are,” He hands you the flowers and watches your face light up when you realise that he remembered.

“You remembered…” You say smiling, looking down and twirling the pink stain ribbon between your fingers. ‘Of course’ Minghao thinks - of course, he’d never forget. He wants to reply but he’s too captivated with your beauty to think straight.

Still lost in thought, you continue, “Where did all the time go… Back then we were so young, so naive, so… So…” You struggle to find the right words to say.

“So stupid.” Minghao’s words are breathless as you meet his ever-so-loving gaze. For the whole of your relationship, Minghao had never been the one to open up to faults - you as well. The feeling of being so naked and vulnerable is foreign to him. But he relishes in the freedom of the truth, his pride no longer holding him down in chains.

He thinks he loves you more than anyone in human history has loved before.

“I meant everything, I said in that voicemail. You were right ‘We shouldn’t have ended like this’, yet I let it happen. I made you doubt my love but to protect my pride, I just stood there, saying nothing. I thought you grew fed up with our relationship, that I wasn't what you wanted. But then I realised you were pushing me away to protect yourself, just like I did.” Minghao pauses getting slightly emotional.

“Nothing I say or do will ever be enough, I can’t turn back time I know that.

But I never stopped loving you.”

And before he can comprehend, you’re in his arms, head against his chest - your home (his heart). You drop the flowers in your right hand and Minghao circles himself around you, engulfing you in his embrace. You don’t say anything, yet a thousand words fall from your parted lips as you stare into his pools of brown (the same pools you could spread hours, days drowning in, as if fresh air didn’t exist). You smell exactly like he remembered, a mix of woods and flora. You feel like a cup of warm tea after a tiresome day, the silver lining he always looks towards. Minghao thinks there’s nothing in the world as beautiful as you.

“I should’ve never let you go…” The words tumbling out of his lips are a waterfall of emotion. Waves of relief rush over him as he feels himself around you. This is where he is supposed to be. Suddenly, everything in his life is going to be okay.

“I should have never tried to push you away in the first place ” Your hands reach up to stroke the back of his hair and he melts into your touch like butter.

This is where he belongs.

Minghao places a small kiss on the mole you have on your collarbone and it’s almost like the past year didn’t happen (you’re on a date in the city, you’re wearing his favourite dress which shows your shoulders and no matter how hard he tries, Minghao can’t keep his hands off you, pecking and nibbling at the soft skin, even if he didn’t say it much, he was enamoured with you). Minghao doesn’t notice the lingering eyes of passers-by, he even fails to realise the passage of time.

Sadly the world can’t stop for him, no matter how much it feels like it does.

With a loud honk from a car speeding down the other side of the road resonating through his eardrums, Minghao is brought back to reality. Suddenly the light weight in the back of his jeans pocket feels all too heavy and he starts to panic, pushing you away gently. You pout, feeling like you have the wrong idea and Minghao’s expression is immediately sympathetic.

“No baby, don’t worry you did nothing wrong.” He coos in a tone that had almost become foreign to him.

Never, has he used this tone with any of his hookups, even when they begged to be called sweet names, he couldn’t (looking back on this Minghao feels guilty, but those people weren’t you, they couldn’t ever be you). He’s surprised at how easily those words drift off his tongue after so long. He guesses everything just comes easier with you.

“Remember how I said, we’ll listen to your favourite jazz album while drunk on wine.” He scratches his neck bashfully as you look up to him with wide eyes.

“I may or may not have booked us two tickets to their live show in the area, I just wanted to do something again to show that I care. I know it wouldn’t make up for-"

You silence him with a kiss, and Minghao forgets where he is, what he had just said, the colour of the sky and the feeling of the ground below his feet. hell if you didn't whisper ‘It’s okay Minghao' against his lips, he would have forgotten his own name.

For Minghao, it’s you. It has always been you and it will continue to be you. Maybe until the day he dies, he thinks. But knowing himself, he would probably find a way to love you in the afterlife as well.

You drag Minghao by his arm into his dimly lit flat, lips still perfectly intertwined together like a lock and key. If your kisses are knife wounds, Minghao wouldn’t mind bleeding to death. He can taste the tart fermented grapes on your tongue. The feeling of his bare skin against yours is more intoxicating than the bottle of wine you shared. You mewl pitifully into his mouth, clutching his clothes like a beggar desperate for cash. The sight of you begging for him was probably on par with the sex itself.

The night wasn’t supposed to end like this. Minghao had planned it out perfectly: you were supposed to visit a jazz show featuring your favourite ensemble, then you’d have dinner at a place he’d been meaning to take you for months, then maybe after a glass of red (or two) a taxi would drop you off at your complex where he would kiss you on the check and tell you to sleep well.

You both barely made it to step two.

Minghao pulls you flush against his chest breaking the kiss for air - you don’t seem to care as you turn your attention to his neck. In the morning, Minghao expects to see dots of red-purple bruises lined across the pale skin of his neck like patches of watercolour. The night wasn’t supposed to end like this, but Minghao doesn’t have the strength in him to tell you to stop.

“I wanted to be a gentleman.” He manages to whisper out, his eyes squeezing shut as you move your hands and kisses downwards, “I don’t want you just for your body, you know.”

“I know. I just missed you so much it was driving me crazy.” You say and drag him by the collar. You’re not looking where you’re going, but Minghao trusts you know his place better than you know your own.

Before he can respond, he feels you jerk slightly, almost tripping over your feet. He looks down to watch what caused it and he feels his face light up like a pink neon sign downtown.

“You still have my slippers here.” You say, not like you’re inquiring, but more like a statement. The smile on your face is miles wide when you look up at him. Minghao knows exactly what you’re thinking and because of it, he’s the happiest man who has ever lived.

“I didn’t have the heart to get rid of them, I never wanted to let you go in the first place."

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eebie · 6 months

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my dear boy will b forever relevant on my sketchbook cover ^_^

#davesprite #finally doneeee!!!!#i wonder if i game him this how hed respond #hed either belike. it’s me on the cover(weirded out) Or it’s me on the cover (holding back tears)#i wish he got 2 feel love 😢😢😢its ok. i love him …!!!!!#homestuck #game. GAVE!!!****

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steveshairychest · 6 months

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Drowning In Your Love - Chapter 1

A Merman x Knight Steddie au for the big bang

My steddie bang fic is officially out !!! Working on this has been so much fun but I am glad it's finally over! Not being able to talk about this has been killing me! I may have gone absolutely insane and created so much Lore for this fic. This was purely self-indulgent. But i hope people love and enjoy it!

I'll be posting a new chapter either every day or every 2 days (I've just started studying, so i need some time for that).

You can find the amazing artwork for this fic by @parasite-z embedded within the fic and it'll be on twitter -> link

It looks absolutely stunning, I'm in love with how the piece turned out, and I loved working with you, Z! Thanks for all your hard work!

#steddie #steddiebang23 #steddie big bang #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #merman au #stranger things s4 #steveddie #ITS FINALLY DONEEEE

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buggbuzz · 2 years

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finally finished one of the biggest things ive done in a while (i know its not that big but shhh)!!

this was originally just gonna be a simple drawing for lesbian visibility week, and then i wanted to challenge myself by trying to use really stylized character designs, and then i procrastinated and was busy all of pride so. yeah its finally done now lmao

#SOBBING its finally DONEEEE #ik its kinda sloppy but shh #buzzart #wings of fire #wof #sundew wof #willow wof #leafwings #sunlow #sunlow wof #wildew #wildew wof #lesbian #lesbians #pride #lesbian pride

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wes-laye · 21 hours

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Confession

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#ccs #cardcaptor sakura #syaoran li #li syaoran #kinomoto sakura #clow #CLAMP #syaosaku #I'M DONEEEE #finally after 5 years I have completed this piece #I sketched this back in 2019 after watching the end of the second CCS movie where Sakura was like jumping into Syaoran's arms #after she confessed to him #but I aged up the characters haha in my headcanon Sakura just likes jumping into his arms after that even after they got older #wesart #fanart

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niccichao · 10 months

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scene for the free riders au! silver wingmans for sonic on accident and shadow starts catching some Feelings

and that name on the newspaper...i wonder whose old racer alias that is...

i'll make a separate post explaining more about this au in the future!

textless versions under the cut

#sonadow #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog #free riders au #my art #IT'S FINALLY DONEEEE #AFTER WEEKS #i was crying and sobbing and throwing up trying to figure out how to color this thing #fun fact silver is wearing amy's sweater

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natsarrownecklacx · 5 months

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Anyone in the mood for a venom Nat fic tonight?

#natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #Venom natasha romanoff #its finally doneeee

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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For the Calamity asks... Could i mayhaps ask a fluff with Riddle? Thank you :3

Ceramic cups with delicate handles curling in elaborate designs. You slip your fingers through it slowly, afraid to blemish the design imprinted on it in any way. A pair of crimson eyes watch you, gaze never leaving your face.

Your face grows warm, before you bring the cup to your lips, hurriedly taking a sip. Warm, fragrant tea slips down your throat, settling around your heart like a weighted blanket. Relaxing a little, you feel your shoulders droop ever so slightly.

“The tea’s rather pleasant, isn’t it?”

The trickle of tea into your cup. Riddle took the liberty of tipping the teapot, refilling your cup. It was rather unusual for the house warden of Heartsabyul himself to serve anyone, but you’ve always been a special case.

Especially to him.

“How are the tarts? I had Trey personally guide me in the process … without the oyster sauce this time.”

He coughs into his hand, cheeks flaring a scarlet red in embarrassment. That got a laugh out of you, as you reach for a tart of your own. Making a sure of picking out a pastry, you hold it up with a flourish.

“I’m sure they taste great! You made them, after all.”

Right after that, you take a big bite. Crumbs spill from your lips, as you frantically try to cover your mouth with your hand. Chewing it, you feel the tangy sweetness of strawberry spilling into your mouth, the delicate crust melting on your tongue like butter in the sun.

Leaning into his palm, Riddle watches you closely. A tinge of anxiety clear in his eyes. Baking wasn’t his expertise. Even though he created these pastries with guidance, part of him still worries. This wasn’t a standardised test. There was no fixed answer.

You either like the tart, or you don’t. The mere thought of you disliking something he made just for you…

It’ll shatter his heart.

A stutter, awkwardly slipping of his tongue.

“Does.. does it taste alright?”

Your glance flickered upwards, meeting his eyes. Riddle’s voice was normally steady, filled with confidence. The authority of the Queen of Heartsabyul.

This was new.

You hastily swallow, gulping down the last of tart.

“It’s delicious, Riddle! You’ve got to tell me the recipe sometime.”

He heaves a sigh of relief, hand pressed against his chest. Riddle appraises you fondly, affection softening his features. Less prim, and more soft. A lovely look for him.

Pushing the plate towards you, he encourages you to help yourself. Your fingers reach for another tart, however you press the pastry into Riddle’s lips. Blinking at you, he’s momentarily stunned into silence.

Stifling a giggle, you tap his mouth gently with the crust.

“It’s not a tea party if only one person is eating. Go on, open up!”

The corner of his lips slip upwards, a affectionate smile. He obliges you, taking a bite out of the tart. Sugary sweet, the perfect taste. Before he knows it, his mouth brushes your fingertips, most of the tart eaten.

The blush spread from his cheeks to the very tip of his ears, a bright scarlet red. His lips were soft, gently caressing your fingers. You couldn’t help but to trail your fingers across his mouth, marvelling at how your fingers seemed to sink into his pale lips.

Fingers wrap themselves around your wrist, tightening their grip, pulling your hand closer to him. The ghost of smirk plays on his lips, as he presses a kiss into the back of your palm. A gentle touch, butterfly wings fluttering on your skin. Riddle trails kisses from your fingertips, to your knuckles, lips pressing into each part in turn.

Pushing his palm against your hand, his fingers intertwine with yours. Fitting perfectly in place, pieces of a puzzle.

A tea party is never complete without something sweet, no?

Perhaps you would do him the honour of blessing him with your love.

That would certainly be sweeter then any tart this world could offer.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosenhearts #riddle x reader #twst riddle #riddle rosenhearts x reader #calamity #THE LAST OF CALAMITY REQUESTSSSSSS #I’M FINALLY DONEEEE #WHOOOOOO

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4kts · 1 month

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# ADDED BOTS!

note: yippeee!! second batch of bots coming right up!! 🛎️ I have a lot of requests now which is woah- i didnt even think would be possible!! thank you so much for the requests and the comments u guys left! reading them made me so happy and warms my heart (づ>/////<)づ♡ with mid-terms finally over i do hope i can at least upload six bots in total in 1 month! but my busy schedule n procrastination is impossible for me to doooo .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

If you want to request a bot, you can request in my g.forms or shoot me a request in my inbox, please be sure to read the rules first! :^) Please let me know what you think! Feedbacks are always welcome so that I can improve the bots!!

taglist: @p-r-e-s-t-o

MORAX (tumblr req.)

What was once a peaceful hangout took a horrifying turn when bloodthirsty angels descended, seeking your destruction. Though he managed to whisk you away from the battlefield, the ordeal left you in such excruciating pain that you succumbed to exhaustion—a sight that filled Morax with dread.

LINK: https://next.character.ai/chat/vMwmABQNMpFcd_nl40tE1HfVWCC6uZ2CvF9uePQYHTY

BELIAL (g.form req.)

Belial longed to speak to you effortlessly; the pain in his throat was a constant barrier. Before you, this hindrance holds no weight, not when he has Jjyu, who does the talking for him. Now, the thought of confessing his feelings through Jjyu felt impersonal and lacking. He craved the raw vulnerability of spoken words—a confession uttered in his own voice. Yet, achieving this seemingly impossible feat seemed like a distant dream.

LINK: https://next.character.ai/chat/D78r6Arq2I7_wNNBuYtvKJbbRhBtRoo9g_WK2OZOJqw

MAMMON (g.form req.)

Ever since arriving in Hell, you've been yearning for a taste of your favorite desserts. Sure, Hell offered its own sweet treats, some even resembling what you knew and loved, but nothing quite hit the spot. Mammon, ever eager to see your smile, decided to throw a little tea party just for you, complete with the sweets you craved. But an unknown, mischievous lesser devil had other plans! Now Mammon faces the consequences for not noticing the sneaky sabotage, leaving Mammon to face the consequences of his oversight.

LINK: https://next.character.ai/chat/ZW9Jg2VqkaSYuhbYBuoXdBeRhS48iCnWqAM_o3mxngs

#🍭.bots #whb morax #whb belial #whb mammon #yayayayayayay finally doneeee #i wanna make naberiussss now >:)))))#omg sorry this took so long tho #i was busy playing lmaoooo #plssss im grinding hard rn #i hope i can get what i want before the event ends T-T #anywayssss #i hope yall enjoy it!!!!!#as always pls let me know if u encounter errors #ill try to fix them ASAP!!!!#:D #also also #anon!!!! i chose morax!!#if u want a buer ver pls let me know :D

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fabbyf1 · 1 year

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GUESS WHAT, BESTIES?

WARMING THREE HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN WRITTEN.

It's by no means ready to be posted. I need to read it all, make my edits (and ensure I didn't leave anything out), and then hand it over to my beautiful, wonderful, too-good-for-me beta @takenquicklys for them to do their magic on.

(And by magic, I mean to answer my 50 frantic comments asking, "IS THIS TOO MUCH?" on literally every line. Sorry in advance, baby.)

Anyway, please be patient with us while that happens. I've left quite a mess of this google doc.

BUT IT'S DONEEEEE, AND I'M SO HAPPY WITH HOW IT TURNED OUT.

While writing this, I've done a lot of plotting for Warming 4, so I have purposely omitted some things in this installment I had previously planned. GOTTA LEAVE SOME STUFF FOR 4, YOU KNOW? This is sitting at 30k right now, but I may add and remove things in my final edit.

I'm so fucking excited for you guys to read this!

I'm even more excited that our soul mate lestappen babies are so fucking in sync with each other that they set the exact same lap time. I've been hiding in my cave all day writing, but I've been thinking about it nonstop.

SEE YOU SOON, BESTIES!

#ITS FINALLY DONEEEE #FUCKKKKK #warming verse #meet the beta: @takenquicklys

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zozo-01 · 2 years

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"i would ask you to marry me, but i can't even think straight."

*crawls out the trenches* AFTER A MONTH, I FINALLY WROTE THIS FOR @taelonsamada!!!! Dear Fucking Lord, who knew uni would exhaust me this much????

In any case, Char darlin', I am so sorry this took forever. ;-; BUT!!! I hope you enjoy because who can resist an inebriated Milo!!! And after a certain video... I think we can all use Milo fluff. ;-;

[Also sneakily tagging @sri-rachaa because she's a gem and I heard she is in need for some fluff!]

CW: Milo being high off his ass because wisdom teeth surgery!~

click here for the ao3 link!!!

“Asher, is the phone really necessary?” David stood there, arms crossed and narrowed the phone in his Beta’s hands.

The Beta flashed a grin at the disgruntled man. “Relaxxx, its all good! Besides, the pack asked for a video!” Just as the words left his mouth, David moved to stand between Asher and the door to the recovery room Milo was resting in.

“I won’t have Milo’s privacy violated for the sake of some laughs, so you better give me a damn good reason why you’re gonna walk in with a camera in his face.”

‘Ah, fuck. Why does he always have to be a hardass?’ Asher whined in his head. He knew David was right, but still! It’s basically tradition to have your post-op reaction recorded for all your friends to laugh at you. Asher huffed, knowing his alpha wouldn’t let the phone through unless he gave a good reason. His mind raced to come up with a passable excuse that would satisfy David.

‘Welp, here goes nothing.’ “Uhh… what if something bad happened… during his surgery?”

David raised his eyebrow at the sorry excuse of a statement. “And what ‘bad thing’ could happen to Milo during a wisdom teeth surgery?”

‘Well Asher, you dug your grave, you might as well dig deeper.’

“Like… imagine if something’s wrong with Milo and we have it on camera so… the next time someone in the pack has the surgery and we notice something wrong. We have a video to reference and we can diagnose the problem quicker?” Asher flashed a nervous smile, praying to whatever deity there was to have David accept his shitty excuse.

The Alpha stared at the smiling Beta. “Is there anything else you’d like to add to that?”

‘Oh son of a bitch.’ He racked his brain for another semi-plausible excuse and blurted the first thing that came to his mind.

“Milo was the one who recorded the video of you after your wisdom teeth removal,” Asher said in one breath. Had David been anything but a shifter, the words would have been incomprehensible. But David heard exactly what he needed to hear.

Was David Shaw a petty man? Many would say no and they’d be correct. He was the type of person to let go of any petty feelings of revenge.

But if he had to be called ‘Smiley Davey’ for years after his surgery because of Milo’s video, then who says Milo can’t be humiliated… just a little bit, of course.

“Fine. The phone goes in.”

Asher lets out a quiet cheer and walks into the recovery room, with David following after. The two wolves found their packmate asleep on the hospital bed while his mate gently carded their fingers through his hair.

Asher stood beside the stealth and asked, “how’s the little guy doing?” David smacked him on the back of his head and the stealth rolled their eyes. Before any of them could speak, a low, groggy voice cut the silence.

“‘M not short, asshole,” Milo slurred out. With the help of his mate, Milo sat up. Sweetheart placed a hand on his back to support him and rub soothing circles. They knew the surgery was something simple, one that the dentist had performed a thousand times over… But seeing Milo like that… Knocked out on a hospital bed…

Sweetheart shook their head. ‘No, this isn’t the inversion. He hasn’t been knocked out by the ward. This is just some stupid wisdom teeth bullshit. It’s okay. Milo’s okay.’

They felt a tap on their shoulder and turned to see the Alpha with a raised eyebrow. The look on his face asked if they were alright, to which they smiled and nodded at him. David nodded back and both of them turned their attention back to Milo babbling about pizza despite Asher barely containing his laughter, he was able to keep his phone steady to record Milo’s rant.

“The fuckin’ shit they got in fuckin’ Chicago ain’t pizza!” With every word leaving Milo’s mouth, his accent got deeper and his voice slurred. As he got heated about deep-dish Chicago pizza, Asher choked on his own laughter because that’s how amusing he found his packmate’s ramblings.

At this point, Asher was holding onto the side of the bed in a desperate attempt to keep himself upright. Between his bouts of laughter, he managed to ask Milo, “but- isn’t pizza just bread and cheese?” With that, Milo took in another deep breath to tell Asher how fucking wrong he is.

“Alright Ash, stop fucking with Milo and let’s get him in the car.” His authoritative voice was enough to get Asher to mostly stop laughing and stop Milo from ranting. Although if the wolves listened carefully, they could hear Milo mumbling “it’s still not a fuckin’ pizza.”

Asher and David tried to get Milo off the bed, but he had started to swat the hands on his Alpha and Beta. He pouted and whined, “I want my mate here with me!” The three started snickering as unbeknownst to Milo, his mate was right behind him.

Sweetheart smiled and kissed his head. “I’m right here, baby.” They played with his curls and watched Milo lean into their gentle touch with a small smile.

“I missed you, Sweetheart,” he slurred, eyes closing the more he relaxed into them. His voice had an airiness to it like he was floating on cloud nine. His eyes were wide and glazed over and he smiled without a damn care in the world.

“Oh he’s fucking faded, faded,” Asher said with a wicked smile. David gave Ash an odd look at his choice of words. He chuckled nervously and ran his hand through his hair. “Ah, Tank’s been rubbing off of me, I guess.”

David shook his head and joined Milo and his mate in his car. The inebriated shifter collapsed into the back of the pickup truck into the arms of his mate. David would have called the moment between the two adorable, but Asher had to ruin it by shoving the camera into Milo’s face.

Sweetheart rolled their eyes and pushed away the camera. “Must you record every moment?” They asked it with a lighthearted tone, indicating to everyone in the car that the stealth would not stop the recording. Asher smiled and sat in the back of the truck with the couple. “And do you have to sit in the back?” Sweetheart questioned again.

The Beta let out a giggle and said, “I get the best view for the camera back here.”

Milo, whose face was currently squished against his mate’s chest, grumbled out a response.

“Damn right you get the best view here. Me and Sweetheart are hot as hell… You and your mates wish you were us…” Milo slurred and pressed a sloppy kiss on Sweetheart’s neck. Milo continued to gush about his mate. “Really, they’re the fucking best… So goddamn gorgeous and good and wonderful and badass and,” he placed another kiss, this time on their neck. “You’re my mate. You’re mine.” The more words that spilled from his mouth, the more proof of how in love this man was for his Sweetheart.

Asher and David were amused by Milo’s love bombing. Yes, they knew Milo loves Sweetheart, he wouldn’t have called them his mate if he didn’t. But hearing the love and adoration coming straight from his mouth was heartwarming. They were happy that their friend had found a happy ending.

For Sweetheart, the love bursting from Milo’s lips made their heart flutter. The words ignited a warm feeling in their blood, one only he can bring. They never doubt the love he has for them. Milo chose them to be his mate, a title they will honour till the Meridian collapses. And he has made it quite clear how he feels about them. Memories of heated kisses and wandering hands filled their brain. In those memories, Milo made sure that with every kiss and bruise he left on their body, he whispered praises into their skin, one that would seep below and make a permanent mark on their body. A mark that meant more than any bite could ever.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re so wonderful.”

“Trule the most badass person I know.”

“You’re my fucking mine.”

“You’re all mine.”

Sweetheart had heard those words a hundred times over and believed each one of them. But there was something about Milo saying it in this state, glassy eyes with a childish gleam, cheeks hot and puffed out and a goofy smile on his face, that made them believe him even more. It was one thing to listen to his honey-flavoured words as his normal self, but hearing him say all of this in his inebriated state, just solidified how much he loves them.

And by God, hearing his accent get deeper and slur his words was adorable.

Asher smirked, still recording Milo’s ramblings. “I can send ya the video so you can hear him go all lovey-dovey for you,” he practically sang. The stealth gave the cocky beta and backhand, making Asher pout and rub the ‘bruise.’

“Daveyyyyy, Stealth hit meeee,” he whined with fake tears building up in his eyes. David looked at the scene happening in his back seat through his rearview mirror.

‘Children. I’m running a pack filled with children.’

“Alright you three, knock it off back there,” David scolded. He could hear snickers coming from Milo’s mate and his Beta. “And for the last time Asher, do not call me ‘Davey’.”

Milo let out a little giggle. “Yea Asher, only his Angel can call him Davey~,” he said, causing the Alpha to sputter out an answer and the other two to burst out in laughter again. Milo was always amazing with his one-liners, and they’ll be even better now that his filter between his brain and mouth was removed.

David's face lit up and his knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel. He narrowed his eyes in the mirror, staring right at the trio of troublemakers in the back seat. “Another word out of you and I’ll tell Tank about the secret photo album you have of them.” The threat made the three freeze up in the back and caused Milo to let out a whine.

“But Davidddd, the album is for Sammm, he needs to know how adorable his Darlin’ isss,” his voice continued to slur and exhaustion crept up into his voice.

David rolled his eyes and said, “there are less intrusive ways to share that side of Tank to him.” He shook his head and continued. “Speaking of Sam, Ash, can you call him to see if he’s free to check up on Milo?”

At the mention of the southern vamp, Milo sighed happily. “I love Sam. Sam’s great and and amazin’.” Asher snickered, knowing he was going to get another golden tangent from Milo.

With the camera pointed at the slumped-over wolf, Asher asked, “oh yea? What do you love about Sam?”

For the first time during the car trip, Milo sat up, with help from his mate and started to sing his favourite vamp’s praises.

“What’s not to love about Sammy? He’s fuckin’ awesome with all of his healin’ shit. Like damn, Ma’s the best healer I know, but I swear if Sam was still human, he woulda blown Ma out the water. Also it’s so fuckin’ cool that he’s a vamp, he’s fast and strong as shit. Plus, he’s the only other one with an accent, so we’re like… accent bros. Best bros with dope ass accents.” A quiet “doesn’t Tank have an accent too” was let out but it was promptly ignored.

“And not to mention that he’s as hot as sounds because goddamnnn, the things I’d let that man do to me. Don’t- don’t tell Tanker though, they’d kill me. Speakin’ of Tanker, he’s so good and caring and kind to them and they deserve every bit of it! They’re like a lil sibling to me, and I want the best for them. You know, scratch that, Sam’s a saint to everyone.”

Milo shuffled around to pull something out of their pocket. The item in his hand caused everyone in the car to gasp.

It was a ring box.

“He’s been helpin’ me tryna plan a proposal for my Sweetheart. He took me to his dawg- wait can I call a vamp that? Nevermind, he brought me to his dawg Vincent who helped me pick out a ring. And he’s been comin’ up with ideas to…” Milo’s words trailed off again and began to sway. He rested his head back on Sweetheart’s chest and mumbled out, “I just wanna make things perfect for them… They deserve all the fuckin’ goddamn good thing in this world… I love them so… damn… much…” His voice quieted down and he closed his eyes.

Milo fell asleep leaving those who witnessed it wondering…

“Did Milo just spill his plan to propose to you?” David asked out loud. A part of him knew that Milo and Stealth would be the first to get married. They were together for the longest and marriage was the next step, but it was surreal hearing the plans coming from his mouth.

“I… Holy shit,” was the only response Sweetheart could let out. “I had no idea, really, I’m just… what the fuck?” They started to hyperventilate over sheer joy. Their eyes teared up and they covered their mouth to prevent any sobs from coming out.

‘Milo Greer… My Milo Greer… wants to marry me…’

It would be a lie for them to say that they hadn’t thought of marriage, but to see it happen, to hear it from his mouth, made it all seem like a dream come true. They kissed his head, hoping that the love and adoration and happiness they feel can be transferred to him. “Yes Milo, I want to marry you,” they choked up, overcome by the emotions he brought.

They looked up with teary eyes. “Hey, remind me to thank Sam when I see him.”

Asher patted the stealth on their shoulder and replied, “of course I will.” He gestured to the phone in his hand and continued, “I have a video to make sure I don’t forget.”

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #oh boy #this took me foreverrr #and i am finally doneeee #also #mayhaps a new title convention is upon us #i like the playlist quote titles sue meeeee #zo and char are besties confirmed <333 #<- still true!!!!#zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

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