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Not a legend for me, but it is so true! If one of the boys will be with non-MC, her world wouldn't be ruined because she still has so many options only for her!

I love how some people who read non-MC fanfics are like “But think about MC! She’ll be heartbroken!" Listen, I adore my girl—she’s an icon, a legend—but let’s be real. She’s got four other soulmates lined up, she’ll be just fine. 😭

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To Everyone Who Said "Same" - Thank You

🌹 Guess who’s back… again?

Yeah, the non-MC lover. The MC hater. The girl with opinions💅

But this time, I’m not writing to scream into the void, hoping someone will understand me.

I’m here to say - thank you. From the bottom of my fictional heart

When I made that last post, I honestly just hoped maybe… maybe one person would say:

"Hey, I feel that too".

Just one.

But instead? I got not one. Not ten.

TWO HUNDRED.

(Yes, I’m counting the likes. Let me have a moment 😤)

So thank you.

Thank you to everyone who commented, reblogged, liked - even if you just silently nodded along and thought: "Damn, she’s got a point".

I see you. I appreciate you. You made me feel like I’m not crazy.

Even the haters made me more visible - like, you realize you’re helping, right? Keep being outraged. It spreads the message. I'm not changing my opinion, and neither will others. You're just giving the movement momentum.

Now, let’s get serious for a sec.

I still don’t understand why it’s considered a crime to hate a fictional character.

Like hello?? That’s what fiction is for! To feel, to rant, to scream, to cry. To LOVE or to HATE.

This whole idea that you must either adore MC or shut up and "get help" is just... weird.

They’re not real. They don’t need therapy.

We need therapy for how bad they’re written sometimes 😂

And sorry not sorry - I still hate MC.

Yep, the same way people hate Sakura from Naruto or Rachel from Tower of God.

Nothing personal. She just ruins the whole vibe for me.

The LIs? Breathtaking. The world? Gorgeous.

But MC? She’s like a fly in my otome soup.

And no - I don’t need therapy.

Because I already have mine: it’s called "reading non-MC fics" 💅

(I deleted the game and now binge youtube playthroughs instead, because yeah... I still love the LIs too much to leave them forever. Those men? Too fine to abandon).

The moment lads stopped feeling like my cozy lil escapist otome fantasy and started feeling like "The Divine Tragedy of This One Cosmic Girl".

Yeah. I logged out emotionally.

To every writer out there pouring their heart into non-MC content:

You are doing god’s work 💌

You are giving voices to the forgotten.

You are the balm for those of us who don’t see ourselves in the perfect protagonist.

You are letting us imagine a world where love isn’t reserved for the chosen one.

So yes. Non-MC content reigns supreme.

Yes, I’ll keep ranting.

Yes, I’ll keep reading.

And yes... I’m still bitter 💋

Thanks again, everyone - from the supportive sweethearts to the therapy-recommenders. You’re all part of this wild ride, and I’m loving the chaos.

P/S:

Missed the drama that started it all? You can read my villain origin story right here. It’s where the chaos began 🖤

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yapping abt nonmc

Non-MC reader fanfics are always written by authors who know exactly how to hurt a person. The pain is so intense and so well-crafted that, dear God, sometimes I find myself rereading the same paragraph over and over again. And after a while, I start to see myself as that woman—waiting to be loved but never receiving it in return.

Imagine loving someone. Looking at them with the most fragile, the most human part of your heart. When you hear their voice, everything inside you comes to a halt, and your entire existence shifts toward them. But they… they don’t even notice you. Or if they do, their recognition is not with the powerful grasp of love, but with the light touch of mere acknowledgment.

To you, they are a star, the very center of the universe. But to them, you are just another speck of light in the sky. If you were to disappear, they wouldn’t feel your absence. You turn back, realizing your hands are empty, crushed under the weight of your love. And they? They continue revolving around another world, another sun.

You are a meteor, trying to rise and shine, but unable to enter their orbit—shattered by the gravity of a planet that was never meant to hold you. You dissolve into dust, fading into silence. And they move on, as if nothing ever happened.

This plays out differently for each character, but the ending remains the same.

In Zayne’s case, you are either his fiancée or his wife. He is always cold and distant. His words are measured, his presence heavy yet quiet. Even if storms rage behind his eyes, his face remains unreadable. He has always been this way, and you have accepted it.

But then, he smiles—at her.

That smile is like spring breaking through the ice, subtle, warm, and gentle. As if, for just a moment, the layers of frost within him have melted. And in that moment, you realize he was never truly like this—not for everyone. He is not just a distant man; he is only distant toward you.

And that’s when it sinks in. A weight settles inside you, stealing your breath for just a second. Because you have seen it now—he can be affectionate, he can be warm, he can smile. But that smile was never meant for you.

You are likely Sylus’s assistant, though in rare cases, you might be his wife. Sylus has always been indifferent—to everyone. To you. You walked in his shadow on the battlefield, threw yourself in front of bullets for him, but to him, it was merely necessity. A duty. Your presence was nothing more than part of the mission. Until she came along.

With her arrival, Sylus changed. His face softened when he looked at her, the sharpness in his voice faded. He made sacrifices for her, and when he spoke to her, the rigidness in his posture eased. Sylus was no longer the man you knew. Everyone questioned if he was still the same person, but you already knew the truth.

He hadn’t changed. He had simply never been yours.

With Xavier and Rafael, the pattern is almost identical. You are nothing more than a companion who has traveled through centuries with them, defying time itself.

As time weaves its path, they always take the lead—making decisions, guiding, fighting. And you? You are merely a shadow beside them. A witness. While they sacrificed their homelands for love, you were the one who heard the cries of the people they left behind. On one side was their passionate devotion, and on the other, your quiet grief.

For them, time had stopped. But for you, the world kept turning, though it no longer resembled the place you once knew.

And then there’s Caleb.

Caleb was always by MC’s side. He was her protector, her shield, her most trusted person. And you were there too. You grew up in the same house, sat at the same dinner table, shared the same stories. But his eyes always sought only MC.

Through the years, you watched how he looked at her. How he stepped forward at the slightest sign of danger, how every word he spoke to her carried an unshakable certainty. You bore witness to his protection, his sacrifices, his unwavering love—but never once was any of it directed at you.

You were there too. You lived those same moments. But you were never the center of his world.

Some see her as a mistress, a backup, an extra wedged between the main character and the LI. As if she were a mere footnote in someone else’s story, placed there by mistake. But she’s not.

She is not just someone trying to insert herself where she doesn’t belong. She was there from the very beginning. She walked the same path, fought the same battles, gazed at the same sky. She was never a stranger lingering on the edges of the story—she was a part of it.

The difference is that her name was never written into the main plot. Her words never echoed, her presence was never at the center. And yet, she was never just a replacement. Because love isn’t a competition, it isn’t a role to be filled, it isn’t about winners and losers.

She simply loved. With everything she had, without expecting anything in return. Her eyes were always on him, but his eyes were never on her.

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How do you win the heart of a cold genius Zayne who’s still in love with someone else? (aka: I want to be Kotoko, fight me)

🌸 SOMEONE PLEASE. I’m begging.

Can someone please write a Zayne x non-MC reader loooooong fic - something inspired by Itazura na Kiss, where the reader has been in love with Zayne since their first year of high school?

And now it’s their final year - and she finally builds up the courage to confess her love to him.

But he turns her down.

Because... yep, you guessed it - he’s still hung up on the MC, the girl he hasn’t even talked to in years. Silly Zayne 😩

And yet... she can’t give up on him.

She’s just like Kotoko - sweet, stubborn, a little hopeless but so full of love it hurts.

So she makes a choice:

💕 “If he won’t fall for me now… I’ll make him fall later”

Make it an AU - no Evols, no Astra, no sci-fi powers - just normal high school/college life.

Zayne is the same cold, brilliant, emotionally constipated genius who dreams of becoming a doctor.

And our girl - our sunshiney, persistent reader-chan - decides she’s going to win his heart no matter what.

But then - disaster strikes.

Just like in the anime, something happens to her family’s home (a fire? financial ruin? flood?) and she ends up…

✨ Living in Zayne’s house.

(Yes, yes, just like Kotoko and Irie-kun. We need the forced proximity!)

And Zayne’s mom?

SHE'S A SUNBEAM ☀️

100% on Team Non MC Reader. Constantly cheering her on in the background like Naoki’s mom from Itazura na Kiss, and maybe even scheming a little to make sure they “accidentally” spend more time together 💅

Then… we get the moments.

The accidental closeness. The long study nights.

The time Zayne opens up about why he wants to be a doctor.

And the reader jokes:

“Then I’ll become your nurse!” She laughs, but something shifts in his expression - just for a second.

Then... they kiss (or maybe hehe more than kissing) and it feels like maybe she’s finally reaching him…

But of course - as always - MC returns.

Out of nowhere.

She wants Zayne back.

And the reader? She sees it. She hears the way MC says his name and the way Zayne smiles to her.

And she crumbles.

Thinking she never had a chance from the start, she gives up quietly. Maybe she even starts getting closer to Grayson - sweet, gentle, funny Grayson - and there’s a part of her that thinks:

“Maybe this is where my story begins. Maybe it was never Zayne’s to begin with”

But Zayne finally snaps realizing he’s actually been head over heels for our girl this whole time.

Jealousy? Activated.

Possessiveness? Unlocked.

Mr. Ice Prince finally crumbles and confesses his love, for real this time.

Reader.exe has achieved success 💘

They get married (YES), she follows in his footsteps and becomes a nurse - just like she joked.

They fight sometimes - because Zayne is still Zayne, and she’s still sunshine and chaos.

But she teaches him warmth.

And he teaches her strength.

And in the end, they’re happy.

Maybe they have a daughter. Or a son.

And in the final scene, we see her in scrubs, tired from a long shift, but glowing - because she got everything she dreamed of.

✨ “You made me work for your heart… but it was worth it, Zayne”

🩵 Pleeeeeeeease. If anyone out there writes this, tag me. I will scream, cry, write sonnets in the comments. This would be my entire personality.

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💔 I know people will hate me for this, but I can’t stay silent anymore

I just want to find at least one person who feels the same way I do.

Even if a hundred or a thousand people will hate me for it, I want that one single person who understands what kind of scar this MC left on me.

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For a long time, I couldn't quite explain why I had such a deep dislike - no, a visceral rejection - of the MC of Love and Deepspace.

It wasn’t just that I found her annoying, rude, or bland - though many users defend her as "just a cute sweetheart" or "not that bad heroine".

No. I think I genuinely hate her.

And recently, after sitting with this feeling for months, I finally figured out why.

She is an empty shell.

A hollow, perfect otome heroine who had everything handed to her by default. She has:

- A loving older adoptive brother who would literally do anything for her because he had to watch her suffer as a child and ended up traumatized (while she conveniently forgot everything - how convenient, right?).

- A serious childhood friend who possibly had feelings for her but had to hide them to avoid hurting her with his evol - and of course she’s the only one who can make him smile again

- A literal husband from the future, who time-traveled just to save her (because even time itself is on this woman’s side).

- Not one but TWO ancient creatures (a mafia boss who created and controls an entire shadowy underworld mafia just to protect her, and a literal mermaid sea god whose soul is tied to hers across lifetimes) both of whom have loved her across lifetimes and would destroy the world for her!

The love interests? Fantastic.

They’re well-designed, emotionally rich, and full of potential.

But the moment you add destiny threads, past life reincarnations, and mythic soulmate-level love, something breaks.

I stop feeling like I’m part of the story.

I don’t feel like the MC.

I don’t feel like I’m influencing or choosing anything.

I don’t feel... close.

It feels like I’m just watching someone else’s picture-perfect story - some unreasonably lucky girl - from behind a screen. And I have absolutely nothing to do with it.

I think what makes it worse is that Infoflds advertises this as otome game from first-person POV.

A dating sim for women.

Isn’t it supposed to fulfill the fantasy of being special?

Of being seen?

But all I felt after a few months of playing and watching her was:

MC is the center of the universe.

And I mean that literally.

From what I understand, the plot eventually reveals that she’s a kind of cosmic entity - a celestial being that gave birth to an entire advanced civilization on another planet. She’s the source of life itself.

Every powerful man or godlike creatures in this world exists and lives because of her.

Loves her. Worships her. Saves her.

Even the player feels like they’re supposed to worship her.

She’s the chosen one. The universe, the love interests, and the story all bend to her - and honestly? It felt like the game was screaming in my face:

"Look at her! Look at everything she has that you never will!"

Yes, I know the mythic destiny trope is just a lazy storytelling shortcut to justify why all the LIs fall so hard so fast.

But still… it hurts.

This game showed me something I didn’t expect:

That I’m a non-MC reader.

Just a side character. A background girl.

And that’s why I adore non-MC stories with a reader.

They mirror how I feel in real life - painfully, but in a cathartic beautiful way.

They say: yes, even if you’re beautiful, loyal, smart, kind - if you weren’t born the Chosen One, if you weren’t written into the myth - then you’ll never be her.

You’ll never be the one they cross time and space for.

You’ll never be the cosmic soulmate.

You’ll never be the MC.

And yes, maybe I’m just a jealous bitter bitch.

Maybe I just fell too hard for the guys and now feel like a miserable outsider.

Maybe I felt like I was being pushed out of a story that never included me to begin with.

But this post - this pain - is real.

If you’ve ever felt like the story wasn’t written for you,

If you’ve ever watched miss Hunter be worshipped and thought:

“Why not me?”

If you’ve ever craved a story where someone like you gets to be seen, wanted, and chosen:

You're not alone.

EDIT: I never expected this to blow up. Thank you for all the support (and the chaos). I wrote a proper thank you to my fellow non-MC enthusiasts here.

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I feel like people love non mc fics because they speak the thoughts we all think on the inside with these romance games: I will never be her. My beauty isn’t that flawless. I don’t always know the right thing to say. My personality isn’t that charming. I’m flawed. I’m broken. I’m searching for something. And I carry so much pain.

We as humans can never amount to the perfection of these MCs. It just isn’t possible. Because even when she grieves, she’s perfect. Even when she’s in the wrong, she’s perfect. They all seem to have this perfect sense of justice and grace and poise and way of just existing that those who play these games can’t achieve.

I personally love non mc fics because of this, especially for Sylus. Because he has this perfect girl, but he chooses me? Flawed, ridiculous, harsh, sarcastic, depressed me?

It’s also why I obsess over the Self-aware stories.

Because while the angst in both formats are beautiful, I find the happy endings to be more rewarding, even if I have to suffer to get there. It feels more like a real, earned, love to me. It makes me feel seen in a way.