mxlovey32



Recent works

Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark *

    If Grace Need Rocky Stay by

    Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir  

    27 Jun 2026

    Tags
    Summary

    Ever since Grace and Rocky landed on Erid, Rocky has been glued to Grace’s side, refusing to leave him alone. Grace is worried about his friend. Rocky has not even seen his mate more than a handful of times since they arrived. This is, obviously, a problem. He doesn’t want to keep Rocky away from the love of his life.

    Grace isn’t as sick anymore. He doesn’t need Rocky at his side all the time. Grace will do what he has to do so that Rocky and Adrian can resume living a normal life together. So what if Grace struggles to be alone? This is for Rocky’s sake. He’ll be okay.

    But Grace has severely underestimated how much he needs Rocky, and how much Rocky needs him.

    ——————————————————————————
    Or: Grace and Rocky are severely codependent. Adrian gets tangled up in their mess, too.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    72,824
    Chapters:
    36/?
    Collections:
    1
    Comments:
    1,734
    Kudos:
    3,665
    Bookmarks:
    697
    Hits:
    86,017
    Bookmarked by mxlovey32

    26 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Chap 34. Grace vaguely confessed that he loves Adrian (and Rocky) romantically. Adrian didn't understand what he meant, and Grace took it as a rejection. Rocky is spending time away after an argument between them.

     

    I turn around. We’re at the door. Adrian stands expectantly in front of me, cocking their carapace inquisitively. They’re encouraging me to say what’s on my mind. I take a deep breath. Just tell them. I wipe my sweaty hands on my pants. I open my mouth.

    “Someone’s coming over to watch me sleep. You can head home. I’ll see you and Rocky tomorrow.” Adrian doesn’t move. They lift a hand, hesitant. They put it back down.

    “Are you sure, question?” they ask quietly, carapace low to the ground. They sound sad. They probably think I’m upset with them, that I’m still upset about the argument. I’ll let them believe that if it means they don’t insist on staying. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if they outright asked to stay. I wouldn’t be able to say no.

    “Yeah. Go home to your mate, Adri. He’ll be missing you,” I murmur. Tears prick the corners of my eyes. They stand there for a beat, flexing their hands against the ground. They don’t want to leave, I know that. I don’t want them to, either.

    “Goodnight, Grace. I’m so sorry,” they whisper before they take a step back, then another. I don’t say anything. I feel like my voice has been stolen from me. A sound—so quiet I’m not sure I’m actually hearing it—escapes them. It’s so remorseful and full of mourning that it makes my chest ache. I want to reach for them, I want to just—just speak. Just say it, come on. Just say the freaking words. I need help. I open my mouth and Adrian stops. They incline themself towards me. My lip wobbles.

    “Goodnight, Adrian.” I swallow, mouth dry. “Uh, I, uh, I love you.” I pause. Now’s the time to say it. “Can you… can you tell Rocky that I love him too?” I choke. The tears are starting to pour down my face. Adrian doesn’t question it. They know I tend to get emotional.

    “Of course, of course I’ll tell them. I love you too, Grace. You are—you are a wonderful friend,” they say, similarly choked up. “Sleep well. Enjoy your time with your friend… and make sure you eat before you go to bed.”

    They click once more at me. I give them a small, sad smile in return. Finally, they sigh softly and slowly start climbing down the stairs. I watch them go. I watch until they’re just a distant blob, crossing the beach alone. Only once they’re out of sight do I step back and close the door.

    It feels like suffocating. It feels like relief. I should’ve said something. I’m glad I didn’t. I wanted to. But I couldn’t make myself say the words. Man. My therapist would’ve been so disappointed in me. It was just too easy to give in to the compulsion to stay quiet. I want to curl up into a ball and sink into the ground. It’s like I want to suffer. Like I want to hurt myself with stifling, terrifying spirals, as if I want to stop eating until the point of near collapse or go through this all alone. If Adrian knew, I know they’d help. They’d do their best to pull me out of it. But I refused to voice it. And, somehow, it’s almost thrilling, like I’m getting away with something. It’s such a stupidly masochistic sentiment. I don’t like feeling like this. I really really do want it all to go away. I’m such a stupid man. I don’t know why Stratt thought I could save the world. I can’t even save myself. I can’t say three stupid little words. I need help.

    And yet. I’m still happy I didn’t say anything. No one has to see this, or deal with it. They don’t have to deal with me. Me, plunged into deep, freezing water and struggling to surface. I’ll figure out a way to float. I’ll… I’ll be okay. But I have to do it on my own.

    You’ll be okay, Grace. Just keep your promise.

  2. Rec 24

    Turn away (‘cause I’m awful just to see) by

    Fandoms: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic  

    01 Jun 2026

    Tags
    Summary

    So what if his former associates thought of him as a lowlife? So what if he was disgraced from academia? So long as he was still welcomed back into the town-on-Gorkhon, nothing else mattered.
    With quivering hands, he picked up the letter and carefully opened it as though he was afraid something would jump out at him from inside it. But nothing had changed, it was the exact same as when he had first read it a week ago.

    Bachelor Daniil Dankovsky,
    There is another way.
    — Victoria Olgimskaya Sr., The Light Mistress.

    Yes, there was hope for him still, and hope he would cling to till death did them part.

    ———

    Over a year later, Daniil Dankovsky returns to the Town, with a letter from a dead woman and a ticking time bomb inside his own body, in a last-ditch effort to defeat death.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    105,572
    Chapters:
    14/15
    Comments:
    102
    Kudos:
    164
    Bookmarks:
    24
    Hits:
    3,431
    Bookmarked by mxlovey32

    26 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Chap 14. Dankovsky is dying. Inoperable lung cancer. His condition has just been discovered by Artemy and his friends, and Artemy has just realized his feelings for Daniil. Nina Kaina, possessing the body of her husband gave Daniil an ultimatum: Artemy leaves the town (or dies?) and Daniil may live on, or keep things as they are and he will succomb to his cancer in two months. Daniil chose the latter. His cancer has reached his brain, and he does not think he will make it to spring. Daniil finally confessed his love to Artemy and found it reciprocated.
    A letter, supposedly from deceased Victoria Oglimskaya, beckoned him back to the town promising a cure, or rather, a way to keep living.
     

    “That night in the Stillwater, do you remember what I said?” Artemy asked. The pained look on Daniil's face was enough of an answer for him.

    The words rang in Daniil’s head as clearly as the first time they’d been spoken that drunken night, like the mast of a ship emerging from a sea of fog. Vague utterings made lucid once more.

    All you have to do is ask.

    How could Daniil ever forget that? How did Artemy expect him to simply move on with his life after hearing those words? Realising that he wasn’t alone in the abyss, that there had always been an open hand there, outstretched as far as it could go, waiting to be grasped…

    He knew he had no right to ask, no claim to warmth of the hearth, and yet, the hand did not care. It was there, regardless of whether he deserved it or not.

    Thus, Daniil lunged forward and grabbed the hand, stopping Artemy just before he could move off the bed. “Wait,” he blurted. “Stay. Please, I need you…”

    He shuffled to make room for Artemy as he crawled into the bed, the mattress dipping under the new weight. Artemy pulled him close, encasing him in his arms, while Daniil’s hands rested flat on the other man’s chest.

    Every part of him was warm, like liquid heat was being pumped through his veins. Artemy carded a hand through his hair, and craned his neck down to plant a kiss on the top of Daniil’s head. Daniil’s eyes fluttered shut as he counted the beats of Artemy’s heart (the heart of a man who would likely live to be over eighty), slowing down as he grew drowsier.

    Soon, his own heart would beat no more — at least, if nothing else, he had this night.

     

    The next day, the cane became a crutch.

  3. Rec 5

    Theatre of Scales by

    Fandoms: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic  

    29 Apr 2026

    Tags
    Summary

    The sand pest is gone, yet Daniil Dankovsky still hasn't left the town. With winter being just around the corner, Daniil gets sick. But this type of infection is unlike anything he's ever seen. When scales start sprouting on his body, it doesn't take long for his whole perspective to shift. His only salvation seems to be, once again, Artemy Burakh. Thankfully, the menkhu doesn't fear snakes.

    Daniil turns into a snake, which flips his values and kickstarts a journey of self-reflection.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    38,278
    Chapters:
    6/6
    Comments:
    27
    Kudos:
    60
    Bookmarks:
    5
    Hits:
    1,056
    Bookmarked by mxlovey32

    06 Apr 2026

  4. Rec 75

    in my own language by

    Fandoms: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic  

    05 Mar 2025

    Tags
    Summary

    To Daniil's shock, Artemy instantly blushed redder than the bloody twyre, all the way from the bridge of his nose across his cheeks to the tip of his ears. His eyes widened, and he glanced between the underwhelming nosegay and Daniil's face repeatedly, raising his hand to cover his mouth.

    "Wh—Wow, oynon, this is... I didn't expect this from you," Artemy stammered, his tone low and almost raspy.

    "Yes, well. I've learned at least some things about the Steppe, haven't I?" Daniil preened, shooting him a modest grin.

    "Ah, I suppose you have, oynon... th—thank you, truly."

    —

    Daniil gifts Artemy herbs without realizing that he's propositioning him according to Kin tradition. Culture shock shenanigans ensue.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    17,346
    Chapters:
    3/3
    Comments:
    76
    Kudos:
    488
    Bookmarks:
    75
    Hits:
    5,926
    Bookmarked by mxlovey32

    27 Nov 2025

  5. Rec *

    While I'm here by

    Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia  

    02 Mar 2026

    Tags
    Summary

    "He took a long breath, stripping off his shoes and stepping over the railing.
    The wind almost seemed to pick up as he stood on the thin ledge.
    “It’s almost romantic“ He thought as he shifted his weight forward.
    The wind howled around him as the concrete floor came closer and closer. He closed his eyes a second before impact."

    What Izuku didn’t plan, was that he would wake back up surrounded in his own blood, entirely unharmed.

     

    (Or, Deku has a quirk where he instead of dying regenerates, and is just generally mentally unwell, trying his best to overcome past trauma, I mean, what other choice does he have if he can't die?)

    TW in the notes

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    54,918
    Chapters:
    20/21
    Collections:
    3
    Comments:
    141
    Kudos:
    1,091
    Bookmarks:
    248
    Hits:
    26,780
    Bookmarked by mxlovey32

    07 Nov 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Izuku has a revival quirk and has died several times both by his own hand and from the League of Villains. Himiko sent an anonymous tip to Aizawa post USJ that lead to him finding where Izuku had been kidnapped to. He hasn't acted the same since returning.

    -----

    • Don’t let Journals go to waste

    Pen scratched over paper as the boy crossed the final thing off his To-Do list.

    With a quiet squeak he got up from his desk, placing the journal back into the drawer it belonged in, pulling two different ones out of it before closing it.

    He then pulled a thick pen from his drawer, placing the journals side by side. One of which had an empty cover, the other read ‘Quirk analysis’

    ‘Open me’

    He scrawled onto the cover of the empty one before clicking the cap of the pen back onto it.

    The boy gave his room a long look. With all of his stuff now up on display, it almost felt like home. It almost drew his mind out of the sludge it had been submerged in ever since he woke back up on the concrete floor that day.

    “I’m going to bed now! Goodnight mom!” He typed into his phone and hit send.

    His phone vibrated with what he assumed was a message from his mom as he closed the door to his room.

    His gaze fixed on the floor, he waked downstairs.

    “Oh Izuku!”

    Smile.

    Turn your head and make eye contact.

    “You’re having dinner at your mom’s tonight, right?” Tsuyu said. She was chopping vegetables in the shared kitchen.

    “Ooo I should visit home for dinner at some point too. I truly miss my Maman’s cooking” Aoyama said, a wistful expression on his face.

    Laugh.

    Wave.

    His gaze returned to the floor as he exited the dormitory. They’d be fine without him.

    Izuku put his hood up, as he let himself disappear into the night.