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SHE'S SO OMH YMGODKS GOGNH MYGMOS SSHES SOF IEN OH YM GOODNESS GRAICOUS I LOVE EHR SO MUCH SHE'S MY EVERYYTHIGN SHE'S MY WORLD AND I POVE FHER RUAN MEEIIIIIII OH MOY GOODDDD PLSASE SHE'S SOOOOO SHE'S SOOOOO FUCKING FINEEE OH MY GOOOOOOOOD

[narsicen]

Real

[deer-fic-fics]

Haunted

Ruan Mei x GN Reader

Infatuated with this doubly unavailable woman (fictional AND avoidant??) 😭

Ruan Mei kisses you so carefully.

She’s so gentle and precise, softly slotting her lips against yours whenever you’re alone together. She even tastes sweet. You’re not sure if it’s the desserts she’s so fond of, or if it’s all her. You find yourself chasing after her every time she pulls away, hoping for another taste.

You’d chase her anywhere if she let you.

Perhaps that’s why she won’t.

She smiles, and it doesn’t reach her eyes. The rest of her face is as serene as ever, blank and beautiful as the uninhabited planets she experiments with. The smile might be rueful, bashful, smug— you can’t tell. It infuriates you.

“Are you really going to make us forget one another?”

Mei’s gloved hand cups your face, thumb smoothing over your angry frown. Her smile finally reaches her eyes. You understand now. It’s a sorrowful smile.

“Yes.”

You don’t budge, don’t lean into her touch like you usually do. Your fists stay clenched at your sides.

“It’s for the best.”

You step back, shaking your head. Mei folds her arms and sighs.

“I won’t forget you— I won’t— won’t taste anything else you give me…”

“It doesn’t matter…” she sighs again, turning and walking away. Her heels click in the empty hallway, and you know the sound of her abandoning you will haunt you— you should’ve known better, should’ve been more careful, or more likeable, or—!

No answer will be enough.

“You already have.” The door closes behind her.

You bring your fingers to your lips. Sugar-plum lip balm.

[narsicen]

FUUUUCCJCJJCJCJJSKKSKDKDDC

[gojot-t]

TOUCH MY BODY!!

How do they feel about your touch. . . ?

ft. jing yuan, fu xuan, stelle, veritas ratio (dr. ratio) and ruan mei

cw: kinda angst, fluff, long-life specie!reader on jing yuan, suggestive on ratio and yall bath together but nothing happens!, english is not my first language so probably grammar mistakes.

– JING YUAN.

Ohhh the almighty Jing Yuan. He actually likes your touch quite a bit! But let's begin from the start, shall we? After so many decades on the battlefield and losing ones that he held so close in his heart, he's scared that one day you won't be here anymore, that the ginkgo petals will take you away from him, in a place he cannot reach. At least, not for now.

He thought that his calloused hands could never learn to love and treat something gently again and in moments like this, your touch is a reassurance. You will always feel his hands on you, exploring, caressing and marking, never letting you go. Wants to dig the shape of his fingers and palm on your skin.

Loves cuddling with you in bed, hugs that take the air of you. Sheets a mess of limps, planting sweet little kisses all over your face, moments like this, when you are safe in his arms, are the ones he cherishes the most.

– FU XUAN.

A serious woman, with such an important position and people that depend so strongly on her, has absolutely no time to fool around. Work consumes almost all of her life and time, always thinking what to do next, the best action to take. When she's thinking too fast, too hard, too caught up in her own head and work, your touch is a reminder.

Letting a breath you didn't even know you are holding, a piece of stability and a home. When you caress her cheek, gently brushing the hair there behind her ear, you are all that to her.

When she remembers moments that you slowly brush your fingers on her spine, your lips against her sealing unsaid promises, she suddenly has all the motivation to finish work as soon as possible and come back to your waiting arms.

– STELLE.

Sweet girl stelle, with no memories from what she is or came from, thought that occupying herself helping others she wouldn't have to think about, in her eyes, such frivolous questions. She has the express now and that's what matters.

But just sweeping it under the rug is never the solution and it always comes back to bite your ass later. Maybe it started with something small like falling into a cheap scam or the taste of your favorite food feeling off, but like a thread snapping and a dominos effect happening, everything suddenly is just not right.

The Stellaron inside her it's so heavy that it consumes her whole, not even letting the tears fall down and the air enter her body, legs losing force to stand on its own.

But then you're holding her face into your hands with so much care and so much worry about her. The numb pain turns into a soft feeling that overflows her to the edge, but instead it's nice, it's love.

Your touch is a remedy to her. One that she's addicted to and needs over and over again, never letting that bitter taste in the tongue.

– VERITAS RATIO.

A wise man with a sharp mind and bold tongue. Whether they admire his intelligence or despise his arrogance, everyone knows to respect him.

He puts himself on a high pedestal and so do the others, that's why he can't let absolutely a single soul know how the way you brush your fingers against his strong biceps and flutter your lashes so sweetly leave him completely weak on the knee.

Or how the reason he's always late for his classes is because he swears that is just one more kiss, only to chase your lips again when you pull back. Your touch is his biggest weakness.

His favorite time of the day is when you both are in the bathtub, you giggle and tease when the cold air hits and his skin shivers, but don't think he doesn't notice the way you stare so fixedly the water runs from his chin to his chest. Two can play this game after all.

– RUAN MEI.

She may be a renowned genius but when she's with you, she feels like a newborn again, with a whole world to discover.

Things that she takes as a truth collapse completely with one word from you and she loves this completely! Want to construct and deconstruct, and know everything about this feeling. Your touch is an experiment to her.

Why she feels like there's a million butterflies on her stomach when your lips meet hers? Do you feel like that too? Do you like it more soft or more rough? In what other ways can she make you both feel good like this?

As a researcher she's more than determined to find out the answer to all these questions. She just hope that you wouldn't mind being the main subject of her experiment this time. You will feel good, she promisse. And if you won't, she will be here to kiss all the pain away too.

a/n: omg guys im kinda proud of myself with this one ngl. im so excited to post this that i finished writing besides my mother on the bus😭 why jing yuan was so hard to write tho:/ i think i changed every line on his part at least three times loll. I hope you guys like this as much as i do! If you see any mistake plsss lmk><

[narsicen]

Omg wait ruan mei?????? Bro I need her in my life

[narsicen]

Will be archiving this blog simply because I outgrew my kpop phase and although I still find joy in writing, I don’t have the time or energy to keep up with this side hobby. I want to focus on my current life outside of tumblr and although I haven’t been keeping up with this account and all of a sudden I’m writing this notice, I think we all expected this from my inactivity. Thank you for the support and the love I received on my works. These are old works and I’m not particularly proud of them anymore, nonetheless, I will let this stay on this account as an archive and memory of what used to be of narsicen and this era. Thank you and goodbye😿

[hiirraethh]

the soft love, where you put your hand on table corners so they won't get hurt, where you bring them coffee everytime you go over to meet them, where you pass by a florist and think of them because they love flowers, where do you find that kind of love?

[narsicen]

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[iamart55-deactivated20231007]

[narsicen]

Something about these two pictures just talk about stories that happened under the dimly lit room only ignited by a small reading lamp, stories that consisted of heated left overs and exchanged “how was your day?”’s over the dinner table. Just comfort shared with the person or people you love.

[ohsimplethinggs-deactivated2023]

I read somewhere that "When you choose a life partner you're choosing your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 70 vacations, your retirement friend, career therapist, & someone whose day you'll hear about 18,000 times" and I really can't stress this enough.

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ GENTLE LOVE ~ PROMPTS

Feel free to use and reblog!

acknowledging them as soon as they enter the room

soft looks across a long table

getting lost in their eyes during a conversation

brushing a strand of hair behind their ear

grinning when they're being adorable

mutual but enjoyable silence

kisses on the cheek in passing

breathing in their sweet scent

innocent touches when they're close

brushing knuckles softly over their cheek

being distracted by thoughts about them

terms of endearment

holding their hand when they're stressed

good morning kiss when they're still half-asleep

tucking head into the crook of their neck when they're hugging

kisses the crown of their head

exchanging looks in a crowded room

simple shared nightly routines

humming or whistling in their presence

playing with their hair right before falling asleep

pulling them closer when they're cold

communication without words

letting them ramble when they need to let off steam

tea time for just the both of them

being reminded of them by random things around them

scalp massages when they have a headache

defending them in front of others

actions to make them proud

actions to make them happy

actions to make them laugh

developing a new sense of attention to certain things

regular checks on their well-being

caressing their hand during conversation

brushing thumb over their skin while holding hands without noticing it

endless giggles

eyes brimming with adoration

attentive listening

cupping their cheeks with both hands

featherlight kisses over their entire face

bringing them small gifts when having been away

not letting them go when hugging

sweet dreams about them

smiling to lift their spirits

kisses on the tip of their nose

mirroring their actions without noticing it

taking care of them when it's hard for them to do it themself

hugs of comfort

hugs of delight

jokes to lighten the mood

marvelling at their skills

[thoughtkick]

“I hope I made you feel something, because you made me feel everything.”

— Gemma Troy

[thoughtkick]

“I am a day dreamer and a night thinker.”

— Unknown

[ambivartence]

book of secrets ⭐️

[narsicen]

WAIT OMGGG THIS IS SO GOOD OMG THE CRAYON AND SCRIBBLES JUST MAKE IT FIT THE LITTLE BOOK IN HIS HANDS LIKE IT WAS SOMETHING YOUD FIND IN THE NOTEBOOK HE’S HOLDING🤕THIS IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL ART WORK OMGGG

[stray-but-okay]

“I think this is love. I want to keep seeing them. Not for a little while, but I want to be with them for a long time. I think that’s love.”

[narsicen]

HES SO UGWUWJSJDJKAKDDM

[wind-on-the-panes-deactivated20]

I love fanfic writers. Never change.

[charlesoberonn]

This is a similar yet also opposite vibe to the fanfic writer who apologized for being late because she was getting married.

[funnytwittertweets]

[seonghwasblr-moved]

Look at my cats!

[narsicen]

I am obsessed

[kittybunprincess]

"I could fix her" well actually I like evil women and I'll let her commit crimes in the name of love