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more argument headcanons with these other mdzs characters

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Wei Wuxian

• you don’t like fighting with Wei Wuxian
• because he’s just stubborn
• and he’s a lot louder than you
• so when you guys fight, it takes a toll on you more than it does him
• usually when it came to disagreements with you two it was usually this:
• when he was overworking himself,
• “you’re tired,” you state bluntly, to his back 
  
• Wei Wuxian bent over some scroll on the table, uses his first tactic which is ignoring you 
• you sigh, going up behind him to take his scroll away when his arm comes up to block you 
• you take in an annoyed breath as a soft tussle breaks out between both of you,
• that ends when you manage to push his scroll onto the floor,
• his eyes are ablaze when they turn to meet you, 
• “y/n,” he says your full name, 
  
• “wei wuxian,” you reply just as evenly, feeling his warm grip on your wrist,
  
• the silence between you both is cold
• and he’s not usually easy to rile up
• but such turbulent emotions were part of the demonic cultivation
• as you both are trading words between one another, his grip on your risk grows tighter as the words grow louder
• and it’s really only when you let out a surprised yelp of pain that he realizes he’d hurt you
• Wei Wuxian drops your wrist like burned,
• doesn’t forget that your eyes aren’t brimming with tears from his tight hold
• rather,
• who he’s become

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Xue Yang

• ironically verbal fighting with him tends to manifest into actually like sword fighting
• cause he’s the type to go, “okay, let’s spar, if you lose, you listen to me”
• “and what if you lose?” you answer back
  
• and he’ll simply shrug
• and sure, arguments over who should hang the laundry,
• what to buy at the market
• little things,
• can be decided like that
• but not when arguments are bigger, more serious, like…
• “this is wrong,” you tell Xue Yang, standing to the side as you watch him pack the poisonous powder into his small back pack,
• “they deserve it,” is his terse reply
• “but you’re not god, you can’t decide whether they get to live or die-” 
• you see Xue Yang is beginning to leave
  
• and in a last ditch effort, you grab his arm before he can truly turn away from you,
• “please, don’t do this,” the tears sting your eyes, but you don’t dare to let them fall, 
  
• Xue Yang turns around
• he blinks at you, takes in the look on your face
• then he moves your hand off of his arm,
• turns away without looking back, 
• because you were naive to think
• that just because he was good to you 
• that he would be a good person

a mdzs character each day of the week

lazy sundays with jiang cheng

• sometimes, 
• when the quiet around you is just right,
• the sun light is filtering softly through the open window, 
• and the warmth in his arms is just perfect
• Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to leave the bed
• even when it’s well into the late hours of the morning
• “at this rate we’ll miss lunch with your brother,” you mumble, your hand warm where it’s laid on his chest
  
• you both had been awake for hours already,
• but laying with you in his arms
• and the scent of your hair, tickling his chin
• Jiang Cheng hadn’t wanted to move
• with both of your busy schedules throughout the whole week,
  
• him in his intern at the law office
• you with your grad school work and classes
• moments like this when you both get to lay next to each other like this,
• warm
• were hard to come by
• “still sleepy,” Jiang Cheng says, turning to pull you even deeper into his arms, as if that were possible
  
• you can’t help but laugh with his movements,
• snuggling in close
• falling so easily for his persuasion
• “wei wuxian is going to be so mad at you,” you tease him, one final reminder of your appointment
  
• “hmm, he’ll finally have that date with lan wangji that he always wanted,” jiang cheng replies 
  
• and you actually laugh out loud
• the breath that you puff out against his thin shirt,
• warm, 
• happy
• spurs him to place a kiss against the crown of your head
• you both don’t leave each other’s arms for the rest of the day