I blame Tamon B-Side for this

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Mochi

I didn't know I needed this😍😍

All the other heroes know he's completely faking it, but Civ is oblivious to it all.

Civ thinks Xiao Yueqing's death is to blame for this pouty and gloomy Commoner. But no, he just wants Civ to focus on him.

Nah. It's from server people. Combo of likes and reposts
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It's all from this one thread fic

Joey I am confused!!

He wanted to keep those thin pink lips, bright eyes, and smile to himself and himself only.

(And if a few people had to get hurt to learn this... so be it).

The two of them were naturally chatty people. They both thrived on social settings and being around new people.

Yet, he wanted to keep Xiao-Ling all to himself. Almost akin to a spider keeping their prey in a web.

It was dark and demented, but it was hard to see him with anyone else.

He couldn't stand it when Xiao-Ling spent hours on FOMO following X or Nice. Or the tears he let out when he learned of Moon's death.

It was selfish, but Lin Ling only wanted eyes on him.

He regularly fought the urge to deny Xiao-Ling the ability to leave his floor.

Lin Ling knew he still carried some of Nice’s "unsavory" traits. The man was petty and possessive on the things he found was his.

And Lin Ling was experiencing the same. He couldn't help but invade the man's space whever a hero got to close.

Xiao-Ling blanched, before crossing his arms in an x. "No way!"

He lost that battle the moment the rest of the Top 10 heroes saw him. Lucky Cyan has immediately latched onto Xiao-Ling and he knew that his version of himself was weak-willed to women.

This was also the start of his jealousy.

That had been a fun conversation.

"Ah? What should we do. We both can't go by Lin Ling?" pondered the smaller of the two, as they sat on a lush sofa in his, theirs?, floor of Hero Tower.

The Commoner sat back, rubbing his check in thoughtfulness. "Hmm, what about Xiao-Ling since you're smaller?"

He couldn't help but pat this fluffy head of hair whenever he drilled him about their (ahh he used their instead of him - cute cute cute!) latest patrol or mission.

He also couldn't help but grin cheekily whenever he caught this civilian version of himself pouting as people called him "Xiao-Ling".

And as he stayed in this world (which was a little scary since who knows what this might do to his time like or his other selves), he couldn't help be protective.

(And a little possessive).

He couldn't help but preen under the attention and idol worshipping that came from his version of him.

with the tenacity and brilliance of a man who clawed his way onto the hero industy to make a difference.

Nothing like the thin, wiry frame of the young man before him.

This was a him that was so naive and sweet, believing in the system and propaganda he was unknowingly creating.

Chocolate fluffy hair and warm eyes stared at his, trying to figure out how and where he was.

It was shocking.

Lin Ling had lived his whole life looking like this until now.

Now? He was more and less someone new. As The Commoner, he was a combination of Nice's lithe, but powerful dancer build

He never found himself as the the jealous type until this version of him literally fell from the sky.

White shirt, wrinkled and stained with tiny coffee spots from the constant distraction of "change this" or "no no no, edit it again" and pants way too baggy for his frame was settled in his arms.