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mylevisdontfitanymore · 2 years

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Hear me out bro okay bare with me because I’m scraping my brain to find out how to word this lmao okay hear me out Bucky and Steve just doing their thing yk being a couple and they get invited to a Halloween party and they do a couples costume Steve dressed as a farmer and Bucky as his cow (keep in mind nothing is kinky yet okay ) and throughout the night Bucky drinks some beer and just gets more bloated and drunk ,belly getting tighter but the more he drinks the tighter he gets right and he just slowly gets more and more out of it and he starts complaining to Steve about being full and his groans turn into mood and well I’m not sure what happens next but would love ur thoughts lol - imma sign off w this emoji 🐮

Also to add onto the cow ask not sure if it made sense but tried to imply bloated Bucky mooing was making Steve hot n bothered lol (also hope these asks were okay since they contain implied nsfw) -🐮

I am bared and ready 🤭

And I fucking love this idea.

I love the innocent beginnings of farmer Steve and cow Bucky dressing up in a couples costume on Halloween suddenly becoming kinky 😳

And to add to this idea, in my mind's eye, I see BOTH Steve and Bucky in "slutty" versions of these regular costumes. Maybe it's just the part of me that's very attracted to them both talking selfishly but, actually, I'm gonna blame that mental image on the idea that in this universe they're either (a) himbos that are all about showing off their bodies or (b) all about reversing the patriarchy and being the ones in slutty costumes rather than women being forced into it. So....

For Steve, I'm picturing of something like this Yandy Farmer Costume (or "gone country" whatever haha)

And for Bucky, I'm picturing something like this Dolls Kill Cow Costume

Stucky fic, unbeta'd, warnings for belly kink, intoxication, dubious consent (because they're both drunk but they're both very much on board), beer bloating, stuffing, name-calling (cow), semi-public, coming untouched, etc.

Bucky doesn't notice how much he's been drinking until he gets up to get another pleasantly spiced, apple flavored beer. The beer's flavor is wonderful and the alcohol content is high- so it's perfect for the season. (What else is Halloween night, as an adult, for anyway? It's for being drunk and on a sugar high at a dope party. And maybe they'll play a scary movie later.)

But, Jesus, yeah, Bucky did not realize how many bottles he has had (nor how many fun-sized candy bars, pieces of pizza, handfuls of chips, and other types of party food he has had) until he tries to rise up off of Sam's way too comfortable, cushy couch and his stomach lurches with all of that food and drink. It's all shifting around inside him. All that liquid and food packed heavily in, changing his center of gravity and not helping his buzzed, wobbling balance in the slightest.

Instinctively, before he can fall back onto his ass, Bucky reaches for Steve.

Steve laughs gently from behind him, quickly sitting up from where he was sprawled out on the couch next to Bucky, and grabs his waist. It is his job as a farmer to make sure his cattle doesn't tip over after all. He's gotta keep his cattle safe and in line.

But everyone else is too caught up in conversation, shouting over the music, to notice. And Bucky is glad for that because...

Oh.

With Steve's hands on his hips, calling even more attention to his sudden situation, Bucky looks down, feeling his face get hot. He's not flush with alcohol now. It's- it's all him. And-

When did that happen?

Steve's fingers flex on either side of the swell of his belly, not keeping him in line as much now as teasing him. The tips of his fingers dig into Bucky's puffy sides. His sides and... his belly. Jesus. His belly is sticking out from his body. Stretching the already thin black and white, cow print fabric to be practically see-through. God. He's so sloshy and full of everything that's been going down his throat all night. His skin feels tight from everything in his stomach under his costume and... it's making him feel kind of,, funny.

Okay, so, he's had more beer than he thought and is drunker than he thought. No big deal, right?

"Where're'ya wanderin' off to?" Steve says, interrupting Buckys confused thoughts with a voice half slurred in this lazy but in-character, southern accent and half slurred from Steve's own slight drunkenness. Steve uses his hold on Bucky's hips and sides to pull Bucky back down onto the couch. Onto his lap on the couch.

"I wa-" Buckys voice cracks, his eyes are still glued to his belly. It jiggles as he lands with an oof on top of Steve despite how bloated he is. Taut and full of beer and carbs, rounding his costume out impressively. "I wass gonna get 'nother beer."

"More beer, huh?" Steve's voice is husky and his teeth are on Bucky's ear, nibbling gently and sending a stronger pulse of pleasure down Bucky's spine than usual. He does like when Steve bites him but he'll blame the extra surge of arousal on how much of their skin is touching and how he's halfway to drunk. Not anything else.

The pleasure of Steve's mouth is definitely not made more impactful as his hands slip from his hips to all the way around his waist. His larger than normal waist. Stretched out. Skin flushed and hot and now being rubbed by Steve's big, big hands, only seperated by a flimsy one-piece has absoulately cannot contain him anymore. Not his belly or.... other places that might be interested in that rubbing. Because, yeah. Steve's hands are rubbing him almost like he's intentionally soothing the alcohol and carbs as they bubble and move substantially around inside Bucky.

Finally, Bucky chokes out a "yeah."

"Have the rest of mine then," Steve says, gruff, lips to the side of Bucky's neck. One of Steve's hands snatches up his still mostly full bottle from the side table, lifts it up, and presses the opening to Bucky’s mouth.

Bucky can do nothing but barely swallow down a moan and then swallow the rest of Steve's beer. Yet, he doesn't indicate to Steve when to stop and give him a break like he usually would. He's distracted.

God.

He's so distracted by how it feels like - now that he's paying attention to what's happening - the pizza crust, the chips, and the pumpkin bread inside him are soaking up the beer and expanding outward like a sponge being rehydrated. He's sure if there wasn't pounding music and conversation, he'd be able to hear the sloshing, growing, and groaning sounds of his stomach. Slogging through all the calories he's mindlessly packed away. He's always been a greedy drunk.

But, right now, Steve must be distracted too.

Because before Bucky can think too hard about what the hell is happening, the last delicious drops of beer are dripping out of the upturned dark, glass bottle onto his tongue. All of it has gone down his throat like that.

Fucking Christ.

He just chugged another beer. Another beer bottles worth of liquid inside his already bloated tummy.

Oh.

Bucky can't blame the way his head spins on the alcohol. It's too soon for him to already be drunker; it hasn't hit his bloodstream yet. Shit, the beer has barely hit his stomach, stretching his skin further. He's not drunker. He's... he's more turned on. From... from sitting in Steve's lap and being provided for, right?

Turned on from that or not (more not that than that, if Bucky is honest with himself), all Bucky can really focus on is his costume. He's barely covered at all but, still, suddenly it feels much too tight. Like it's cutting into him.

Oh. Ugh.

Bucky leans back into Steve. Pressing him against the couch, his back to Steve's chest. His stomach sloshes. Normally he's smaller and lighter than Steve but tonight Steve really sinks back under him.

Steve drops the empty bottle carelessly between his thigh and the side of the couch. It's forgotten instantly as he teases, "what'd you say when you get what you want, Buck?"

"Th-" a hiccup attacks Bucky, jostling his gut in its tight prison "-thank you."

"Nu-uh," Steve tuts behind him, hands now casually thrown around his middle. Around his round middle. "How'd'ya really say it, baby?" He lays on the southern accent thick.

Bucky can't think of anything. He's blanking in favor of focusing so heavily on how much he wants to melt into this couch (and Steve). Stomach heavy and tight, body thrumming with pleasant levels of arousal and heat, he feels heavier than he's ever felt before in his whole life. He could lie here forever. He doesn't want to think.

Steve prods his side.

Bucky groans, feeling tender, as if his skin is stretched just as thin as the fabric of his costume.

It doesn't deter Steve though, stubborn as ever, "how'd a cow say thank you, Buck?"

Bucky giggles, oh, okay, he gets it. "MoOoOOo-" he laughs his way through the sound, making it wobbly and funnier.

Steve thumps his sensitive tummy like it's a watermelon he's trying to decide the ripeness of. It hurts but also-?

Okay. Fuuuck. Fine.

Fine. Something about this is turning him on.

It feels good but is also hurts when Steve hits his tummy like that, saying, "you're welcome," then, "good boy," for answering.

"Steve," Bucky breathes, his dick twitching in his tiny little one-piece.

"More beer?" Steve asks, mischievous and not serious but...

Bucky cannot turn the offer down.

"Take me to the kitchen to get more beer," Bucky turns his head as far over his shoulder as he can, batting his eyes at Steve, hoping his cuteness with assure that he gets what he wants. He doesn't want to get cut off. Not yet. He... he doesn't know if he can fit anymore but he wants more.

More.

Steve is staring at him, eyebrows raised. "Really?"

Bucky stickes his lower lip out. "Really." And rolls, ungracefully, off of his boyfriend with his arms around his basketball belly, trying to assure it doesn't get moved around too much. It does. It sloshes and gurgles. Bucky burps. Being on his side makes him so much more aware of all the pressure inside him. His eyes flutter shut. His toes curl. Just for a second. Savoring the feeling. Heat curls tightly in his dick and balls.

When he's off, Steve hefts himself up and brings Bucky up too immediately after.

Again, the contents of his tummy shifts as he moves. Bucky isn't sober enough to not bite his lip and moan a little.

"You sure you need more?" Steve asks, sliding an arm around his waist like he's injured and not just obscenely full. His eyes flick up and down Bucky's frame... the blue in them is quickly being swallowed by black.

"Positive." Bucky burps behind his hand. "More, c'mon, don't ruin my fffun."

Thankfully Steve needs no more encouragement. Or-

Bucky doesn't think he needed more encouragement because Steve instantly tugged him along with the arm he's got around his expanded waist, moving, but-

"Steeeve, wait, no, I'm serious, I-" Bucky starts to whine but Steve just hushes him, reaching with his other arm to pat Bucky's tummy again rather than politely moving people out of their way, maneuvering through the packed house.

"You'll get what you want, just trust me. 'Kay, Buck?"

Bucky, as much as he maybe shouldn't looking at the record of things Steve has done (namely all the righteous playground fights he got in), does trust Steve. He lets Steve pull him along.

Steve takes Bucky to the guest bedroom. Miraculously, there's no one inside, already fucking in the shelter of the unoccupied upstairs of the house. Steve leads him to the bed. Bucky plops down, letting gravity take him, bouncing a few times. A few burps come out.

"Uuuuuuughhh," Bucky moans gratefully, letting his hands smack (lightly) down against his swollen stomach, loud after having to hold in all his sounds downstairs among the other party goers.

Steve laughs, rubbing the underside of his gut and simply, mysteriously states, "wait here, big boy."

Bucky waits. He hangs in. He rubs his gut. He doesn't think too much about why his cock is hard in this stupid, tiny outfit and when his cock twitches whenever he lets himself think about what would happen if he got his hands on another beer.

"Knock knock," Steve's voice comes from the other side of the door.

Bucky lifts his head up a few inches from the mattress. He sees nothing but the white and black pattern stretched over his inflated-looking tummy. He lazily moans, dropping his head back and digging his fingers into his gut.

"You always this happy to see anyone with beer or just me?" Steve chuckles, squeezing the tent he's pitching in his stupid little costume.

Bucky whines desperately, jerking his hips up. He means to open his mouth and tell him, just you. But what really comes out of him is, "beer?"

Steve laughs, "yeah, Buck, if you can get yourself up, I'll give you the bounty I brought back with me, my little cow."

"Little?" Bucky says, brain seemingly fried.

"My cow." Steve repeats, voice low and dark. He makes a rumbling wordless sound when Bucky gets his arms under himself clumsily, rocking up onto his elbows, then onto his hands, groaning all the while. His abs are too stretched out to be useful and the food packed into his gut is holding him down.

The second Bucky is up, red in the face and panting, he's sweetly repeating it, "your cow."

"Mmm-hmm," Steve hums, herding him back up against the headboard. Bucky's gut feels impossibly bigger like this, propped up against the head of the bed with his legs spread wide. Belly sticking out more than it has ever on Thanksgiving or Christmas or anything. Round. Heavy. Straining his cow-costume. And putting more pressure on his dick.

Then...

Then Bucky spots all that Steve has brought back.

Bucky doesn't know how he managed to hold all of it.

More beer. A bottle of water. Two plates of snacks and a few extra slices of pizza. A couple fistfuls of candy.

Oh.

"Think you can get all of that down for me, cow?" Steve whispers, dragging the plates closer to them, then grabbing the bottles as he throws a leg over both of Bucky's saddling up. His hot, heavy hand drags down the middle of Bucky’s big tummy.

Bucky licks his lips, staring into Steve's dark eyes. Nodding wordlessly.

"Yeah? You think you can get everything in here?" Steve slaps his tummy, making it jiggle.

Bucky moans and he nods again.

"Nope. C’mon, Buck, answer me proper, you gonna fit everything in this big, heavy tummy, aren't you?"

"Y-"

Steve raises an eyebrow.

Bucky's blood burns hotter. He squirms as much as he can under his stomach. Oh. Okay. They're doing this. He takes a deep breath, mouth drying. They're doing this.

"Moo-" he says, not much heart in it.

Steve let's it go easy this time. He pops open a beer, holding the bottle with one hand and Bucky's jaw with his other. Bucky chugs it. Some spills out from the corners of his mouth. His gut is blossoming.

Rounder and rounder and rounder-

Steve gives him the whole bottle. Steve feeds him pizza. Steve unwraps pieces of candy, shoving them between his lips. More beer. Water. More pizza. Chips. Crackers. Candy. Beer. Pizza. Pumpkin bread. Beer. Beer. Water.

"How're you feeling, cow?" Steve rubs his tummy, giving him a break from constant feeding.

"Moooo-" Bucky moans, he's so. full.

"More?"

"Mooooo-" Bucky nods. He can take more. He wants more.

Steve gives him more. And more.

And more.

Feeding him until they're down to nothing but three pieces of candy and a few mouthfuls of beer. Feeding him until Bucky is constantly moaning, his jaw is tired of chewing, and the seams of his costume are literally creaking as he pants. He has literally never been fuller. Never rounder. His skin never more tight and hot and-

Bucky is honestly sure he's going to come without Steve touching him, his dick is aching. Throbbing. He wants to beg please, please, Steve, please touch me! Rub my belly! Jerk me off! Please! I need to come! I need to get out of this fucking costume! But all that comes out are pathetic whimpering, moaning, groaning sounds and moos. He can't stop now that he's started.

And...

Jesus Christ.

Steve feeds him the last piece of candy and all at once-

The seams in Bucky's costume give in to his swollen form. Ripping apart.

Several inches of the seams on the sides of the body suit rip open. Giving Bucky just enough extra breathing room. Letting his gut take up even more space in front of him. Lurching forward. Oh. Everything inside Bucky is on fire. Throbbing with his frantic heart rate. Feeling immensely swollen and impossibly huge and-

Jesusfuckingchrist.

Steve makes everything better worse by groaning and shoving. his. hands. in. the. open. rips. Grabbing his gut and manhandling it under the fabric. Jiggling it and pressing down and-

Bucky comes.

Bucky comes with an embarrassingly loud moan. He is devastated. Pleasure wrecks his body. His nerves. He's being unraveled. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, back and neck arching, and his whole tummy clenching impossibly tighter. Christ. It feels so good.

Bucky comes to the sound of Steve praising him, "good. Good cow."

I hope you enjoyed 😳

#ask #🐮 anon #mylevisdontfitanymore #belly kink #text #stuffing #beer bloating #alcohol consumption #animal play #hucow bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #chubby bucky #cow

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character-shoes-and-misery · 1 year

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Okay, so, Your Turn To Die (A Death Game by Majority Vote) spoilers ahead or w/e but I just finished watching the first two chapters of YTTD and I have to say: “Sou Hiyori”, if that even is your real name (its not), is the Absolute Most Character I’ve ever seen.

Like, this poor guy roles up, kidnapped, to a death game & the people in charge are immediately like “Hi, hello, you have a 0% chance of surviving this, look at our AI generated data boy”. And he’s like “oh no, I have to become a different person to survive??? I guess???” And then maybe gets like abused by real/AI Sou Hiyori??? I’m not sure I assume that gets expanded on later lol

Then he meets the other contestants and is like “Okay, I’m going to hang out around the girl with the best chance of survival and be really friendly and useful and this’ll be great :)” but his resolve lasts not even three minutes? I guess he gets bored??? Bc Sara is, if not polite, at least not actively impolite to anyone? But anyway he decides to be THE most suspicious person anyone has ever met ever and for why??? Unclear.

And if ALL that wasn’t enough, during the first death game he IMMEDIATELY proves why he had a zero percent survival rate. Like, Sara’s cool, don’t get me wrong, I love her very very much and she’s precious, but every outcome is a possibility Sara at least *thought* about, which means there *is* a universe where she gets everyone’s votes lined up in the second death game, and then betrays them all anyway and escapes with Nao. On pain of not wanting to die, she reveals what she believes to be the truth: that her best friend is someone safe to vote to kill in the first death game. Like, it’s all understandable, don’t misunderstand me, but it’s that ability to do what she has to that lets her survive so many death games. And Keiji too, he’s willing to lie & mislead & push all decisions on a 16-18 year old girl, and that ruthlessness also is helpful in a death game.

But our Sou Hiyori is like “haha I’m going to act like the world’s biggest scum & set it up so either someone I think is a traitor dies (good), OR I die (also cool, & I don’t have to watch this high school student die, bonus!)”. And listen, it’s not that he’s not smart, EVERYONE in this game, from baby elementary school student Gin to high school professor Mishima is very smart, but then he does THE EXACT SAME THING the second game.

This man stumbles around, concussed, the entire free time before the first game, then pretends to get knocked out AGAIN for the second free time before getting up to shenanigans where he is trying his hardest to get everyone out and free and alive, but as soon as they are forced to enter the second game he’s like “Whelp. Time to be a jerk again :)”. And tries to set everything up so either the child he *thinks* is going to die is voted for (even though he KNOWS he wouldn’t be picked to go with her, she feels guilty about Sara, if she got to pick the one other person to go free with her SHE’D PICK SARA) or he gets voted to die (Great! Once again, I don’t have to die :)). And then he gets MAD at the end if you vote to kill the child and save him! Like, my guy!!! You are not cut out for death games!!! No wonder you always die!!! Truly incredible.

#Your Turn To Die #sou hiyori #shin tsukimi #I love this man hes certifiably unwell bless #long post

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darkestcorners · 2 years

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omg I’m glad you are feeling better and are updating us on how you are, I was starting to get worried abt you ☹️ js wanted to say that I am absolutely in LOVE w your writing. it’s changed me. and I have a few questions if you don’t mind me asking! (and sorry if you have answered these before 😣) first, how did you come up w polarity and it’s storyline? second, what are your funny headcanons for jk and yn? third, do you already know how polarity is going to end? or are you js going with the flow? thank you! and I love you <3

Thank you babes! 🥹❤️ I’m so happy you enjoyed it and I’m excited for the upcoming new chapter release !

To answer your questions, the storyline for Polarity was partly inspired by season 1 of You! Specifically the relationship between Beck and Peach! But with Polarity, the roles are switched in the way that the MC is in love with her toxic and manipulative friend that won’t return her feelings. Jungkook’s character was not inspired by Joe though, I feel like Jk’s character is a bit more aggressive and in your face but he still possesses those obvious stalker and yandere qualities but I tried to make him a character of his own with differing motives and intentions. I messed around with the ideas a lot, at one point, the MC was going to be the Yandere but I decided against it lol.

As for jk and mc canons, hmm the ones I can think of off the top of my head is the darknets jk easily beating up polarity jk if they were in the same universe , the mc actually failing at psychology despite it being her major bc she keeps getting manipulated & gaslit, jk playing the sex tape outside the mc’s door to force her to answer the door every day , jk proving Sigmund Freud right in every single chapter, jk having mommy issues and therefore a mommy kink as well ( not even headcanon tbh it’s pretty clear lol )

You guys let me know if I’m forgetting any other ones😭!

And lastly yes I already know how Polarity is ending! I’m a bit nervous bc I feel like I’m gonna get mixed reactions but that’s to be expected with every story haha ❤️

#asks #polarity #<3

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ratmonky · 3 years

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Inorganic Human

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: noncon, guided & forced masturbation, home invasion, stalking

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Another fic I wrote for my besto frendo @anti-interesting who finally watched the show after me talking about it for hours lol

You were tucked under your sheets with your laptop on your bed and catching up with your favorite show when the screen abruptly turned black.

“Ahh,” you groaned audibly, having to move from your cozy position took too much effort and it was way too annoying if you had to be honest.

As you were about to press the power button to see if you had accidentally turned your laptop off like the many other times you had in the past, the screen flashed white before returning to normal.

“Can you hear me?”

You stared blankly at the screen. It wasn’t your show that was playing. It was your classmate from school. Had you opened your social media account by accident?

With a small scoff, you tried clicking away from the video. However, your laptop must have frozen because you couldn’t turn it off no matter what.

“Can you hear me?” he asked again, looking right at you.

Chills went down your spine and you looked around you as if someone else was in the room. The feeling of discomfort was settling in, enough to make you feel self-conscious and pull up the sheets to cover yourself.

It was getting creepy, he was still staring at you.

Reaching your hand forward, you pressed the power button to turn off the laptop and somehow it didn’t turn off.

“(name), I asked if you could hear me.”

Your muscles tensed, you pulled the sheets further up to cover your chest. “Shishigami? Um, i-is this a video call?”

He hummed softly. “I guess so.”

How could it be a call when you had never given him your email or phone number?

It was silent for a moment. You were trying to come up with a polite way to tell him to leave the call since you couldn’t end it yourself but he spoke again.

“You’re coming to school tomorrow, right?”

Dumbfounded, you nodded slowly.

After that, he smiled softly and the screen flickered a couple of times until your show continued playing again.

~~~~

As if last night hadn’t happened, Hiro was on the other side of the classroom talking to his friend, Ando.

He hadn’t even spared you a passing glance the whole day. You started to believe you dreamed of the entire thing.

Yeah, that had to be it.

~~~

At home, you put a tape over your laptop camera in case a glitch like that happened again and turned it on. Letting your show play in the background, you took off your clothes to get in your pajamas.

“Could you please not touch him so casually, you homewreckers?!” The annoying main character was exaggerating his reactions and it made you giggle. While you were taking off your bra, he continued his banter. “Megumi has violin classes with-”

The audio stopped suddenly and you turned around to check if your internet was messing up again but you found yourself looking at Hiro.

You covered your bare chest with a shirt you were just about to put on and gasped sharply. Wait, he couldn’t see you, you had put that tape on your camera and-

“Sorry for the bad timing. I’ll return after you’ve dressed up.”

With that, he was gone. Your show was back on the screen but you were too terrified and confused to be able to laugh at the funny reveal at the end.

You walked up to your laptop with shaking limbs and slammed your laptop closed.

~~~

The next time you opened your laptop was in the morning, you checked from the camera app if you could see anything through the tape but no, it was pitch black.

Then… how?

Were you imagining all of this?

You had to be only tired or maybe the university entrance exams were starting to get to you. The stress could have been causing you to imagine stupid stuff like these. Right?

~~~

“Hey,” you said to get his attention for the third time but he still had his face pressed against his desk.

He wasn’t asleep, you knew that.

“Ando.” You put your hand on his shoulder and he finally lifted his head from the desk to stare at you.

He looked around himself as if to see if you were actually talking to him.

“Could we talk for a second?” you asked, hoping that you could take him somewhere else before Hiro returned to the classroom.

“Um, yeah, sure, why not?” He blushed, looking around the classroom one last time to see if this was a prank before following you out.

You took him up to the roof.

“W-what did you wanna talk about?” Ando nervously asked while rubbing the back of his neck.

Maybe this was a bad idea. You were being accusatory and this guy had nothing to do with any of this. He didn’t need to be caught up in between with whatever was going on.

“Do you know if Shishigami is messing with me?”

“Huh?” He looked confused, he scratched his cheek and gave himself a moment to think. “I… I don’t think so… Hiro’s not the type to prank others... I mean, what made you think that he was messing with you?”

“It’s just…” It had to be your imagination, if you spoke about this right now Ando would most likely ask his friend about it too. There was no need to make it a bigger deal than it already was. “Nevermind.”

~~~

You didn’t turn on your computer that night and decided to sleep early. You weren’t going to school tomorrow either because you certainly needed to rest and collect your thoughts. Thankfully your family was away on an overnight trip, meaning that nobody could scold you for skipping school.

It was going to be a restful day for you!

However, as soon as you put your head on the pillow, your phone’s screen on the nightstand lit up. Weird, you had your phone on ‘do not disturb’ all the time, it didn’t show any notifications unless you picked it up.

Too tired to check what was up, you turned to the other side to avoid the bright light.

“(name), you never sleep at this hour. Something wrong?”

Your eyes snapped open.

That was Shishigami.

“Pick up the phone.”

You didn’t answer him as your limbs shook uncontrollably in terror. This couldn’t be a nightmare, it felt too real.

“Pick up the phone or I’ll have to come to your house.”

Cold sweat trickled down your back but you still couldn’t move. Your entire body had turned to stone. He didn’t know where you live, right? Even if he did, you weren’t going to open the door.

Wait, wait, wait…

This all was a prank.

The muscles on your limbs eased and your shoulders relaxed. He was pranking you! Haha, yeah this was a prank. But then how was he able to talk to you without you having to answer his call?

“See you,” he sighed and a static sound filled your ears.

You jolted up from your bed to check your phone. The screen was normal. Okay, calm down. This was a prank, he wouldn’t come to your house.

The sound of knocking filled your room. Your shoulders tensed again and you turned your head towards the bedroom door. That… knocking wasn’t coming from your apartment door.

Knock.

Your blood ran cold as you glanced over your shoulder and found yourself staring at a shadow behind the curtains, he was standing on your balcony. He was trying to look inside through the curtains, moving around to find a crack that could help him see who was inside.

H-how did he get there? You lived high up from the ground, there was no way he climbed up there… More importantly, how did he know where you lived?

He couldn’t come in. He can’t come in. The door is locked, he can’t come in.

The door was locked. You knew that yet the fear had settled in. You were being invaded, it already felt like he was inside.

You turned around your heels to face the balcony as you stepped back towards your bedroom door. The balcony door was locked so there was no way he could get in and all you needed to do was stay back-

The balcony door unlocked itself.

Your mouth popped open in shock and you gasped sharply.

Hiro pulled the curtains away as he stepped a foot inside your room. He stared at you with a blank stare, “Ah, so you were awake! Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

You couldn’t move, fear had paralyzed you.

Why are you here?

How did you get inside?

Get out!

Your mouth wouldn’t move either but your teeth still chattered. This didn’t feel like a prank anymore.

“Why don’t you sit down,” he said, turning on the lamp on your nightstand and gesturing towards your bed. His other hand was pointing at you with his forefinger and his thumb was extended out. “Don’t yell, scream or cry. This is a real gun.”

Prank.

It was a prank.

You desperately wanted to believe it.

“Bang!” he yelled, his hand recoiled like a gun. Immediately, you felt a rush of wind right beside your ear and when you looked behind you, there was a hole in your bedroom door.

Did he really do that with his… finger?

You were confused, in disbelief.

“W-what do you w-want?” Your teeth were still chattering, you put your tongue in between them to stop it but the action only resulted in you biting your tongue.

“I just need your help.” He gestured towards your bed once again. “Sit down.”

This time, you forced yourself to move.

As soon as you sat on your bed, Hiro pulled the chair you had beside your desk and placed it in front of you. He gracefully sat down, still pointing his finger gun at you. “I’m not a human anymore.”

You didn’t say anything.

He sighed and a click sound filled your ears.

His head popped open like a flower. All you could see was metal, it was a machine. A robot. This thing wasn’t your classmate. You clapped a hand over your mouth to keep your voice down and finally started to realize the horror of the situation.

The open metal pieces closed up seamlessly to form Hiro’s face once again.

It was silent, you were unsure of how to react or what to say. You weren’t even sure if you were going to live.

“What makes humans human?” Hiro asked, pointing his finger up to your head. He was expecting an answer.

“I don’t know.”

“Feelings of guilt,” he said, his face was inanimate. “Only humans feel remorse and empathy. When you kill something you must feel some sort of guilt. That’s what makes you a human. Most humans cannot take a life without feeling guilty.”

Ah, you started to get the picture.

“Are you going to kill me?” The question you never thought you would ask anyone at any point in your life left your lips and you felt tears streaming down your face.

His lips slowly curled up to a smile. “I already tried killing others, it didn’t work.”

Your chest clenched abruptly at the revelation. “T-then why?”

“There’s one another feeling only humans can feel.” He reached towards your face and wiped your tears, humming softly. “It’s lust. Animals choose partners by instinct, humans choose theirs by attraction.”

“I don’t understand,” you sobbed. “Why me?”

Hiro slowly carded his fingers through your hair, petting you like you were a scared animal he was trying to calm down. “I always thought you were pretty. I used to jerk off to your pictures on your account every day. I wanna see if I still feel the same way in this body.”

You didn’t get to react to his sickening words as he pressed his forefinger on your breast, still in a finger gun position. He smiled while moving his finger on the supple flesh. He then placed the rest of his fingers on your breast to grope it fully. “I kinda feel it.”

Speechless, you only stared at him as he sat back, prying his hands off of you reluctantly.

“I need you to take off your shirt for me.”

When you didn’t move, he lifted his hand back up, threatening to shoot you.

Grabbing the hem of your shirt with shaking hands, you pulled it over your chest and above your head before putting it on your lap. You clutched on the shirt and stared at your hands. Tears blurred your vision.

“I’m feeling it a little bit right now,” he said, voice filled with faint joy.

A moment passed before he spoke again.

“Take off everything.”

You let out a choked sob and shook your head.

“You don’t need to die, (name). All I’m asking for is your help.” He was looking at you with a sinister expression on his face, his finger pointed right between your brows, it didn’t even waver.

You didn’t want to die. Not yet. Not when you were half-naked like this and in your room.

With a rapid nod, you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your pajama pants and pulled them down, lifting your hips from the bed to slide the pants down your thighs.

He watched you intently, without blinking once.

“Spread your legs.”

Complying his order, you spread your legs involuntarily. A blush tinted your cheeks from embarrassment.

Hiro hummed in delight, drinking up your naked form.

“Can you put a finger inside?”

You had to remind yourself that you were only doing this because you didn’t want to die.

Hesitantly, you brought your hand up to insert two fingers inside of your pussy. A whimper left your lips when you saw the way he was watching you.

“Move them.”

The shame you felt as you pulled your fingers out to push them back in was indescribable. His eyes were focused on your pussy and your digits.

“It’s happening,” he whispered to himself in disbelief. “I feel alive.”

Whether it be your crush watching you masturbate so carefully or the unsettling threat of being in the claws of death, your walls were pulsating around your fingers, begging to be filled and stretched. You needed something bigger but you bit your lip, holding back your filthy thoughts before your mind could wander off. Instead, you dipped one more finger inside your cunt to satisfy yourself.

Yet, your eyes were on Hiro as you were fingering yourself.

“I’m still human,” he said, eyes softening in relief. He smiled, the soft expression on his face made your walls clench around your digits. “Thank you, (name).”

Lust filled all of your senses at the way he said it.

The pads of your fingers rubbed on your sensitive spot inside of you as you brought your other hand up too. Using your free hand, you drew tight circles over your sensitive nub.

Hiro put his hand down and leaned forward on the chair to watch you closely.

Your fingers started moving in and out hastily when you realized he was giving you all of his attention. The sloppy sounds of your juices gushing out from your pussy with each thrust of your digits filled your room.

He opened his mouth to say something but he was too hypnotized by the way your hips were moving towards your fingers. You were grinding your pussy against your own fingers like some animal in heat.

Humans could reproduce.

Hiro knew he could never reproduce in this body. Not anymore. Many humans couldn’t reproduce, it didn’t mean he wasn’t any less human. He knew that but he couldn’t stop his hand from reaching to grab your wrist.

He stopped you from moving your fingers any longer, he pulled them out, and before you could whine at the emptiness, he inserted his own digits inside.

“H-Hiro.” Gasping, you looked at him with needy eyes, begging him to move.

Hiro pressed his lips together and scissored his fingers in and out of you experimentally. You moaned, throwing your head back shamelessly. The reaction he got from you was enough to encourage him to add another digit and started to fingerfuck you.

Your hips bucked wildly against his hand, you were already close, and having Hiro’s long fingers inside you was too much. They could reach so much deeper than your own fingers and hit the sweetest spots you could only wish you could with your own digits.

So, this was what made humans human. The attraction and lust towards one another. The feeling of guilt had never sprouted in Hiro, not even once. Not even when he was a child. Perhaps, that was the reason why he felt so much more alive than he ever did in his life.

His mind was going crazy, the consciousness he had was getting fuzzy as he used the entire strength of his arm to fingerfuck you.

Your walls pulsated around his digits, clamping on them and sucking him in deeper.

Oh, so needy.

Hiro leaned further down to close the distance between his face and crotch. Your legs shook in anticipation until he lolled out his tongue to take an inexperienced lick against your cunt.

It made you moan audibly.

Wanting to hear your cute moans again, Hiro continued lapping at your pussy and moving his fingers inside of you. Your juices he managed to slurp were… sweet. He could taste them, unlike any other things he had tried eating and drinking, he could actually taste your nectar. You tasted like candy to him and oh, you had no idea how much he had missed the delicious aroma of candy.

While he was slurping your juices, you were clutching on your bedsheets and your toes were curling in pleasure. You arched your back before placing your hands on his head, fingers carding through his silky hair.

Soon enough you were on the edge, the white pleasure building in your gut was spreading all over your body. Legs shaking violently, you pulled Hiro’s hair and moaned as the euphoria washed over you before your body went completely limp on your bed.

Hiro stood above you as you were trying to catch your breath on the mattress, he marveled at the sight of your afterglow.

He was breathing hard, inhaling as if he actually needed the air to survive. Was this excitement? Satisfaction? Salvation?

He was feeling overwhelmed with feelings of passion. He desperately wanted to see you like that again.

Oh.

That was it.

At that moment, he felt more alive than he ever did before. He knew he was alive.

#shishigami hiro x reader #shishigami x reader #I'M CRYING SOOOOO EMBARRASSING #ANYWAYY #literally no one has ever written a fanfic about him wtf????#gantz iis one of my fav mangas so i ate this manga up when it came out jhjbgfhjj #hiro looking like the gantz mc is just *chef's kiss*#anyway enough fangirling #pleaseee leave a comment telling me how bad i am at writing endings #lolol #sometimes fics i write for friends do get posted huh?#hdufybghjte i hope my friend'll like it though!!!! it's a gift to her cuz i wanted to cheer her up!!!#lmao anywayyy who reads these tags anyway???#i'm out bicthes *finger guns*#lol get it? cuz he BANG!

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gentlemancrow · 3 years

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idk if you’re still taking requests so no pressure but maybe jmart 18 about jon’s scars? or,,, honestly however you wanna interpret that lol

Hehe bet you thought you weren't getting one. But of COURSE you're getting one! <3 HERE YOU GO!! Sorry it is late I am not a fast writer haha! This was a VERY interesting one to interpret and I got a little wonky and metaphysical there for a bit WHICH I LOVE and THE IDEA MIGHT HAVE BEEN A BIT LONG FOR A DRABBLE BUT! It's soft and I'm soft and I enjoyed this one SO SO MUCH ; w ; I hope you do too!!

Jon had Seen enough. Martin had decided that long ago. He had witnessed enough, been forced to witness enough, been the vessel into which literally everything had funneled into in an unrelenting typhoon of unspeakable, unfathomable horrific knowledge comprehensible only to him long enough that he damn well deserved the luxury of imperception. He had earned the right to not notice when Martin accidentally bought the wrong brand of chai, the one he insisted tasted like someone rubbed a stick of cinnamon on plasterboard and jammed it in a cardamom pod, but honestly tasted just like the one he preferred. The universe, whichever one they happened to be in now, owed him not realizing the buttons on his cardigan were one off until they were about to head out and Martin had to fix them, fingers humming with the warmth of him lingering in the cashmere every time. He deserved to forget his keys and then also have to go back to check that their flat door was locked twice, just to be sure. He deserved tossing cabbage in the trolley at the market, only to get home and realize it was a head of iceberg lettuce instead, and also he had completely forgotten the onion anyway so back he would have to go. Tiny and insignificant, patently human foibles that any normal person might tally up to a really rotten day overall and gripe about over a glass of Châteauneuf-du-Pape he had won as gleaming, pyrrhic badges on the ruins of his humanity yanked back from the claws of the yawning, devouring dark matter of the cosmos and stitched painstakingly back together with love.

But mostly Jon deserved to not notice the way people looked at him.

He need not see the painted-on expressions of strangers that ran the gamut from quiet pity, to voyeuristic curiosity, to outright revulsion that Martin could not help but see everywhere they went. They had no idea. Not even the slightest inkling of what, exactly, had composed that magnum opus of horror and pain scarred resplendently on his flesh, his bones, his sinews and synapses. To even try know was to go mad, the mind looping through and around and between consciousness and logic and love and fear and philosophy and metacognition until it squeezed into an ouroboros black hole singularity of dense unknowing that collapsed in on itself and perished in cataclysm. They had merely gotten lucky that being extruded through the plumbings of creation seemed to straighten out their fibers enough to be woven back into the fabric of reality, but they were too kinked and snagged and gnarled to ever lay fully flat again. And that was why they stared.

The invasive beings of Jon and Martin had come to mutual terms with it long ago, but they also knew they would be forever incongruous with an innocent world, with a world where they did not belong and that collectively looked at them both like an ontological cancer, benign but festering and ugly. They would never know the thing that crouched behind the stars with pointed knees and elbows that even then, groped to find their new world in the lightless vast, and Jon deserved to not perceive any hints of that either. He deserved their quiet, their peace, their wordless human acceptance.

Jon deserved to be innocently chewing a periwinkle-painted thumbnail in front of the ice cream counter, just as he was that gossamer spring afternoon, turning woeful and forever mismatched brown and green eyes at his husband and asking if he should get mint chip or rum raisin before deciding, actually, could he have a sample of the salted caramel ribbon first? He pointed eagerly at the various frozen tubs behind the glass with his gnarled right hand, where the fingers never did quite open or close properly again, and missed in his wonderment at the veritable cornucopia of sweet delights available to him the mingled look of pity and horror on the cashier’s face as she doled out samples at his request. Martin lurked protectively behind, silent, sentinel, seeing it all, a hot brand of fury boring its way through his chest as he glared icy blue daggers at the clueless young woman, who only compounded her crimes by complimenting the permanent white forelock in his ginger curls as she took his order.

Martin snatched his double scoop of rocky road and pralines and cream out of her hand with a withering scowl and said nothing. Jon, frowning in the dread shadow of Martin’s hushed wrath and finally deciding on just the mint chip, took it upon himself to pay while the poor young woman skirted around both their gazes. They took their ice cream to enjoy in the balmy sun on the metal patio tables outside the shop under a cloud of unspoken insults and slander which Jon was more than happy to pop open the conversational umbrella beneath before the downpour.

“Something wrong?” he asked solicitously.

“Nope. I’m fine,” came the curt answer, suspiciously also lacking in eye contact as Martin stabbed his pink spoon into the rocky road.

Jon’s mismatched eyes narrowed shrewdly. There was one thing that never escaped his notice, even now, and that was the painfully obvious way Martin always broadcast his inner hurts and the physical language of his turmoil he had become fluent in over the years.

“Okay, yes you are probably fine. And I’m guessing it has nothing to do with you actually, because you’re angry and you rarely get angry on your own behalf, which means it’s probably something to do with me or some perceived slight. What happened in there? Did someone make a snide remark about my eccentric ice cream selection? The long skirt on a warm spring day? Oh, no, I’ve got it. It was probably the earrings, yes? I knew I should have gone with the feathers instead of hoops, matches the outfit much better.”

The corner of Martin’s mouth quirked up in a hapless, crooked smile as Jon coaxed a laugh out of him, and he looked up into his gaze adoringly to grant him unspoken conciliation.

“No, no not at all. Nothing like that. It’s nothing, love. It’s not a big deal. Just low blood sugar or something. Just eat your nasty mint chip or rum raisin or whatever that unholy concoction is,” Martin snorted, gesturing at his cup.

“Liar,” Jon crooned with loving reproachment, reaching out to thumb a little bit of rum raisin on the tip of Martin’s nose as punishment.

Even breathed with such unfettered, undying affection, Martin hated that word. He hated how transparent he still was to the man he loved, how much he still truly saw him, saw through him. At least all it took to compel him now was a little melted ice cream rubbed clean off his nose and a winsome smile with love-puddled green and brown eyes.

“Okay, okay… fine,” he admitted with a resigned smirk and a sigh, “I don’t like the way they look at you. Okay? That’s all.”

Jon’s brow knitted together curiously.

“Hmm? Who? What do you mean?” he asked.

“Everyone!” Martin finally effused in frustration, “Everywhere! They look at you like you’re… like you’re damaged goods! Like you’re some pitiful beaten animal on the street, or worse, like you’re some sort of- some sort of um…”

“…Monster?” supplied Jon, lips pursed and lids drooping.

“…I wasn’t going to say that,” Martin stammered.

“What other word is there?”

“Fine, they look at you like you’re a monster. They take one look at your face or your throat or your… your hand. And I can just see it on their faces. They look at you like you’re a monster, and I hate it. You don’t deserve that. You never did! They don’t even know you! They don’t know what happened to you…! And sorry, Jon, but I get angry about it because it’s not fair, and I can’t exactly go about lobbing right hooks into the faces of everyone who even looks at you cross-eyed, now can I? Much as I’d like to…"

Jon went quiet as he listened, dabbling first in the rum raisin, then indulging in a little mint chip chaser, cocking his head to the side thoughtfully as he nibbled on the plastic spoon.

“Is that what you see?”

The color rolled out from Martin’s freckled cheeks along with the very spirit from his eyes in a fog, his entire mien awash in pallor.

“What? How could you say that to me? I would NEVER think that about you, Jon! How could you ever think I would think that? I-I know I said some awful things in the past about your scars, but I-“

“No no! Martin, no! Of course not! I know you would never!” Jon cut in, reaching across the table to snatch his hand and squeeze it reassuringly, rubbing his knuckles and over his wedding ring, “You misunderstand! I was asking if that’s what you see in their eyes?”

Martin clung to Jon’s hand, heart palpitating and breath easing.

“Oh…” he blurted dumbly, flushing with lively hues of reds and golds once more, “I-? Of course I do, what else could it be?”

“I don’t see that. I don’t see that at all,” Jon answered simply, “It’s… hard to describe but, damaged goods, disgust, morbid curiosity, those are all… Hard things. They have sharp edges. And when people here look at me, I don’t feel anything hard or sharp, it feels… soft? It feels gentle.”

Shaking his head, Martin frowned.

“Gentle? How is openly gawking at someone’s scars in any way gentle?”

“It’s just a feeling I have. I suppose,” Jon mused, thumbing at his beard with his free hand as he constructed an analogy that would make sense in his mind, “Mmm… Think of it like this. Humans, life, we’re all very visually oriented creatures, right? We respond to visual cues in our environments that are universally understood. We wear these rings so that everyone knows we belong together, just the same as bright colors usually mean poison, or how specialized feathers, or horns, or dewlaps and the like let others know they’d be a good mate, or how some things look like eyes or like entirely different creatures to scare off predators, and so on.”

The creases in Martin’s forehead only deepened in confusion.

“Okay sure, but scars aren’t a natural adaptation? We don’t look at scars the same way we look at pretty eyes on a moth wing or something.”

“I know that, that’s not what I’m saying,” Jon reiterated tenderly, “What I’m saying is I’ve always felt like my scars are a visual cue, but one that says to others ‘treat me gently’, because clearly I haven’t been. And it’s… well it’s been quite nice. You were about to tear that poor girl’s head off, but didn’t you see how she not only gave me about six samples when the sign clearly said two per customer, but then she also gave me the rum raisin ‘by mistake’ and then conveniently forgot to charge for it?”

“Wh-did she?” Martin gasped in shock, rewinding the transaction to remember that indeed, Jon had only asked for mint chip, but there was clearly also a generous scoop of rum raisin in his cup, ”She did… No I… I guess I didn’t notice…”

Jon let Martin’s hand go to cup his cheek pointedly in his scarred palm, running his thumb over the soft curve of his cheek and the spray of his ruddy freckles comfortingly.

“You want to know what I think? I think what you perceive as disgust or aversion or even pity is just fear, like you had. Fear of pain, fear of disfigurement, of fallibility. People are always afraid of seeing what can become of their mortal bodies, but that has nothing to do with me, or being disgusted by me. People are, at their cores, good and gentle, Martin. I know they are, we both do. They see me, my cane, my limp, my hand, my gray hair, my face, and they don’t even ask, they just know, on some primal level, that life was not kind to me. And so in some tiny way, like free rum raisin, they almost always try to give something back to me.”

Jon had known. He had noticed. It had never escaped his perception as Martin had assumed. Jon had known all along, but it was only Martin who still saw daggers in the smiles of strangers while he had taken the last vestiges of his powers irrevocably branded on his body and soul and sowed something delicate and beautiful and blossoming in his new earth. Martin had made a weapon. Perhaps no less delicate and beautiful, but still cold and sharp and deadly. The razor white edge of the sun through frigid fog.

“I’m so sorry, Jon,” Martin choked, his throat pinching shut with the threat of tears, “I-I had no idea…. I-I only thought…”

“It’s alright, please don’t cry, darling, you have nothing to be sorry for. I understand. You only thought you were protecting me. I protected you for so long, when you were desperate to do the same for me, to save me, but had no power to do either. Now you’ve got your turn to do the protecting in earnest, and honestly, it’s a… can I- can I say hot? Can I say it’s a hot look on you? Or is that weird?” Jon asked, tips of his ears blushing coyly.

Martin managed a laugh as he sniffed back the tears and thumbed both sets of lashes dry under his spectacles.

“It’s a little weird for you, in particular, to say it, just because it’s you. But I’ll take it.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Perhaps then, Martin thought as Jon leaned over their whimsical little metal table outside an ice cream parlor by a park with a striped canopy above them and birds singing and kissed his tears away and then kissed his lips into a smile, that sharp things needn’t always be weapons. Perhaps his sword was, in reality, a spade, or a hoe, something to tend and nurture the new and fragile happiness Jon had tilled. Gentle things deserved gentle protection, and he was still going to devote every iota of his being to protecting Jon until the end of their days. After all, as they finally got to enjoy their slightly melted ice cream, Jon still dribbled a bit of rum raisin down his beard and carried on none the wiser. Martin let him go on like that, blissfully unaware, talking about Polyphemus moths and the myth of the cyclops and something about someone going about as Nobody, until he finally reached out with a napkin to attentively wipe it away.

Other than a gracefully paced ‘oh, thank you dear,’ Jon never missed a beat.

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solarune · 4 years

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Anonymous said: can I req an imagine with johnny where your their songwriter and he catches feelings for you? 🥺 thank you!

pairing: johnny seo x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing, hyuck is annoying as always

word count: 1,947

a/n: i’m going to consider this my official “i’m back!” post since it’s been a while since i’ve written. for anyone who cares, yes i will still be uploading my summer fic that’s literally a month late lol don’t worry. life happens, what can i say. i think this is my first request that i’ve gotten so thank you to this anon for sending this in, i hope you like it :-) also dedicating this to @127-mile who i, for some reason, always associate w johnny even though i know that ten is your ult. surprise, i’m your 💚 anon!!

Has that painting always been there? I don’t think I remember it- Wait, why am I trying to think of something else, it’s not like he can read my mind.

Your shoulders sag.

Wait. Can he?

You stare at Johnny as he talks to the producer beside you, looking for the slightest hint that he’s capable of reading minds.

If you can hear me, look at me right now.

When he doesn’t look up at you, you let out a breath that you didn’t even realize that you were holding. You definitely wouldn’t have been able to handle it if Johnny was capable of reading your mind. It’s already driving you crazy that this is the fifth time that you had to break eye contact with him while he was singing one of your more romantic lyrics. You’re not sure if it’s the exhaustion that you’re feeling from how late it is or your overthinking brain but you swear he does it every single time, and your heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of your chest when he looks at you.

“(Y/N)?” Jaehyun calls out, pulling you out of your internal existential crisis. “What do you think? You’re the songwriter after all. How did you want it to sound?”

Your mouth opens and closes as you struggle to find the right words while also avoiding Johnny’s gaze on you. You grab the lyric sheet from the table beside you—not that you actually need it, you just want to have something to do with your hands—and look down at it. “Can you guys sing it one more time?”

You force yourself to not look up, even when you feel the man’s stare on you once more, instead acting like you’re reading along with the lyrics while they’re singing. The way that they’re singing is wrong, the hours that you spent writing this song already telling you that, but you pretend to be contemplating just to give yourself a few moments to breathe before putting on your professional persona. You have no time to be acting like a teenager with a crush when you have a job to do.

“Try singing a bit softer,” you suggest as you finally look up at the two idols. “Imagine you’re saying this to someone who’s sitting right in front of you.” Your eyes flicker to Johnny for a brief second before looking back down at the paper in your hands. “So you shouldn’t be belting the lyrics out because you’re not yelling this to them. Your voices should be… full of fondness rather than happiness, if that makes sense. I can’t really think of any examples that you might be able to relate to.”

“Like you’ve known them for years and they just did something really cute that you can’t help but smile at,” Johnny says, and you nod along quickly.

“Exactly like that,” you agree. “This song should bring out feelings of contentment, warmth, and stability. It’s about a timeless love so you shouldn’t sound like you're bouncing off the walls because you just told that person about your feelings and they reciprocate them.”

“Warmth,” Johnny repeats softly, and when you look over at him, he’s smiling at you in the exact way that he had just described moments before. Like everything you do is just completely endearing to him.

You blink and the expression is gone, and before you can even begin to comprehend what just happened, the producer is already ushering the two into the recording booth. Your eyes follow Johnny’s every move, watching the way he puts the headphones on, the curve of his lips as he laughs at something Jaehyun says, and the way his fingers nervously tap at the music sheet stand.

“Okay is it just me or did Johnny just give you the look?” someone asks loudly in your ear, causing you to jump in your seat and the other producing staff to glare and shush the boy beside you. You turn around to see Mark with his knees bent so he could speak into your ear, a blush on his face for being scolded while Haechan snickers from his spot on the couch.

“A look?” you ask, not quite sure at what Mark is trying to get at. “What look?”

“No, not a look,” he shakes his head, a few strands of his unstyled hair moving out of place as he does so. “The look. The Look, you know?”

You stare at him in the hopes that you would magically understand what Mark is trying to tell you and he stares back, as if trying to connect with you telepathically. It doesn’t work. You shrug and wave your hands in the air, encouraging him to go on.

“You know,” Mark mumbles as he scratches at the back of his neck. You would think it was Mark that was caught staring from how shy he’s suddenly become. “He was staring at you and smiling at you… and stuff.”

“Oh my God, it’s even more confusing when you try to explain what you mean,” Haechan groans in exasperation. The youngest sits up straight and looks at you pointedly, and even though you’re older than him, you feel like you’re about to get scolded. “Johnny’s into you, (Y/N). Broke his promise of No Simp September because that man simps hard for you, he literally doesn’t shut up about it. So please either accept or reject him soon because I’m tired of hearing him talk about your ‘eyes that hold all of the universe’s stars in them’ - his words not mine.”

“Thank you for clarifying,” you respond drily before spinning around in your chair and scooting closer to the sound board.

You cross your arms over your chest, and any outsider looking at you would think that you’re some hard-at-work songwriter observing the artists to make sure that they don’t mess up. In reality, you’re having yet another existential crisis because Johnny likes you? Johnny Seo, the man that you’ve had a crush on literally since you were first hired at SM Entertainment years ago to become one of NCT’s main songwriters, has a crush on you? You didn’t want to get your hopes up but Mark and Haechan’s words only seem to confirm your previous suspicions that Johnny was indeed staring at you before.

You let your mind wander as you only half pay attention to what’s going on around you, not even noticing that everyone has decided to take a break until Haechan is shutting the door behind him and you’re the last person left in the studio. Or at least, you think you are until you turn around and see Johnny lying on the couch that the youngest was just previously occupying.

“What are you still doing here?” you ask him as you stand up to stretch out your limbs with a soft sigh. “I thought you would’ve been one of the first ones out so you could get some coffee with Jaehyun.”

“Well I wanted to talk to you about something,” Johnny says while rubbing at the back of his neck, and you have to stop your eyes from widening because this cannot be happening right now.

“A-About what?” you stammer, and it’s taking everything in you to not burst out the door and run all the way back home just to avoid the specific scene that’s been playing over and over in your head every single week before you fall asleep. “Are you worried about the song still? I think you guys did great this time around.”

“No, it’s not about that,” he says with a shake of his head. “I wanted to talk about the lyrics to your song. You told us to imagine saying this to someone sitting right in front of you when we’re singing this. Is there someone you were thinking of when you were writing the song?”

You really wish that the ground would swallow you up right now.

What the fuck are you supposed to say to that? Oh yeah, I was thinking about you actually, haha funny right? You know because I’ve been in love with you basically since I’ve met you and all that. And if you read in between the lines of all of the love songs I’ve written, all you would see is your name because it’s so painfully obvious that they’re all about you.

“No one in particular,” you reply, your voice higher than normal and you rush to clear your throat. “I was just trying to help you guys out.” Johnny nods and you mimic his actions, the awkward atmosphere almost suffocating you as you look anywhere but at the man in front of you. “Is there someone that you were thinking about?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. It’s now or never. If you don’t have the guts to confess—and assuming that Haechan and Mark are right—then maybe Johnny does.

“There is, actually,” he nods and you feel your heart rate increase at his words. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about; I need some advice. There’s this girl- obviously- And she’s just, like, amazing. She has this loud laugh that’s so contagious and she gets so excited about such small things and I don’t know what she puts in her hair but it always smells really good. And I’m pretty sure I’ve liked her ever since I first met her but I didn’t figure that out until like last year. But ever since I did figure that out, I’ve been trying to drop hints whenever I’m with her but she just doesn’t seem to get it. I’ll visit her randomly on my days off and bring her coffee when she’s at work and send her videos that remind me of her. I look right at her when I say something romantic but nothing works. Even now, I’m literally telling the girl that I like that I like her without actually saying it out loud and she probably still doesn’t get it.”

It feels like your brain short circuits at that last sentence. Well, your brain felt like it was short-circuiting throughout the entire thing, so it’s more like it just stopped working at that last sentence. “Wait- what-”

Johnny stands up and moves close to you until he’s only an arm’s length away with his dark eyes looking straight into yours. “(Y/N). I like you. Like, I really like you. And I would like to take you out on a date- if you’ll let me.”

Instead of answering his indirect question, you opt to confess your own feelings. “There is someone that I think about when I write all of those love songs. It’s only ever one person. And it’s only ever been you, Johnny. I think about you every single time, ever since we first met.” Your cheeks feel so warm after your confession but your heart feels like it’s soaring when you see the wide smile that breaks out across Johnny’s face at your words. “I really like you too. And I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Fucking finally!” Haechan exclaims as he bursts into the studio while Mark tries to pull him back and Jaehyun just stands there laughing. The boy’s yelling causes you to jump and causes the smile from Johnny’s face to fall as he glares at his roommate. Haechan ignores that, walking right past Johnny and flopping down on the couch before he takes a sip from his iced coffee. “Now that that’s over with, can we hurry up and finish for today? I wanna go home and play Valorant.”

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The Mandalorian Chapter 14 reactions: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME BUT ALSO I’M CRYING edition

- the good good din characterization is back after all the weirdness last episode!!!! that soft way he says ‘no, no, I’m not mad at you’? THAT’S din djarin, he would not be fucking impatient with his son having just been informed and seen for himself that he is terrified, go away mr filoni I know you’ve got all of canon memorized but you don’t get this lol. this feels much more right in how din being conflicted and still thinking he should give the baby away for his own good plays out too

honestly every line of dialogue for him in this one was perfect I was just whispering ‘I love this awkward clueless wonderful man just doing his best’ to myself any time he said anything. “...does this look Jedi to you?” sir I adore you more than words can describe

- we got din chuckling. asjdklfhsdkafghsdafsadhjkfsdahjkfh. fskahfksjad. side note: I can’t believe my joke post about din desperately trying to Force home school the kid with the one (1) jedi trick he knows about and the baby being delighted by it over and over anyway -- listen to his expectant excited laugh when din takes the ball and sets up the game!!!! -- was canon all along. and then the baby & mando music kicking in when he gently put the silver ball into the baby’s hands again and tells him he’s special (because he IS special. to din)? hmng. hmmmmnnnnn

they opened on the height of softness so we would all crumple under the weight of the rest of the episode and that was very mean of them in a way I sincerely appreciate

- nothing to see here... just a dad trying to walk through the literal manifestation of the unassailable underlying forces of the universe to get to his baby again and again........ the desperation in that, the love, the foolhardy devotion................... shit

- okay so I might be a dumbass, but I’d never noticed this before -- the silver ball has a blue spot on the top, like so:

and in addition we get the room where the baby goes full darth grogu (I have to laugh so I don’t cry okay) on those storm troopers, and there’s a red light in there dominating the room (and it did even more in the concept art):

in star wars blue means light side and red means dark side (it’s very sophisticated that way), meaning the visual storytelling here is that there’s a battle for the baby’s soul and gideon and all his nonsense (and the trauma bb’s been through in the wider sense) is pulling towards the dark, while grogu and din’s connection leads him towards the light. just... the image of the baby looking at his own reflection in the symbolic representation of his relationship to din? the way children find their sense of self through being safely reflected and held by their caretakers? god help meeeeeee I will go in there and fistfight gideon myself for disrupting that in any way

the smaller light seems to be blue too, like there’s still the presence of light even if it’s dimmed and small in that shitty horrible room, which is a change from the concept art!

- FENNEC SHAND SURVIVED BITCHES!!! I even called that she’d be back with new shiny robot parts back in season 1, could not happen to a cooler lady, I hope we get more backstory and interaction from her the next episodes -- sounds like she’s basically sworn herself to boba’s service in gratitude for saving her life, I wonder if that’s a cultural thing of whereever she comes from? does she live aboard slave 1 now too?? because that would be hilarious and amazing, it must be like two strange cats trying to get used to sharing the same space

- everything I could ever hope for about boba fett in this series came true, they went down the much more interesting and nuanced route with jango and boba’s identities as mandalorians, he looked cool as fuck and made din as a character shine rather than overshadowing him... amazing beautiful yesss

(I did 100% not anticipate just how ‘cool uncle boba here to help you fuck shit up’ he was going to be but I am delighted to get it anyway. uncle points deducted for getting someone to point a gun at the baby, but the main point still stands lol)

the power and brutality of his hand to hand fighting too... a w e s o m e , I enjoyed the action scenes a lot in this one

- they even recanonized him actually wearing jango’s armour. what more could I ask for. I’ve had confused parent & child feels about these two since I was like eleven and here we fucking go again. and jango fighting in the mando civil wars too!

- so I’m grieving the razor crest (and I always will be, rip you magnificent jalopy, always in my heart) but also there’s the grim satisfaction that my reading on it was sort of true -- it is (...was. oh god it’s going to take a while to sink in huh) a symbol of din’s self and life, and at this point when they take the baby it tears everything else to pieces. the only thing that’s left in the ashes is the beskar and the thing that connects him to the baby. and there’s... a strange solace in seeing that that’s all he needs to keep going? he’s fucking obliterated from orbit but he still has his love for the baby and the beskar and that can keep him going until he finds something new, everything else can be replaced?????? weirdly healing, though he is probably going to have a solid breakdown at some point after they get the kid back (shut up they are getting the kid back) and the cold distant fog lifts

also this scene/shot feels like it carries some Meaning, doesn’t it? I’m on record several times saying I never want din to be mand’alor and that’s still true, but there’s something about the framing of this and the way boba looks at him that’s like... hm. I’m not sure I have the words for it. there’s something heightened about it, anyway, for a moment he looks like something mythic there in the wreckage

(something I would be much cooler with is our clan of two growing a little bit and those new people rallying behind him, actually, that might be neat. imagine if a force user does show up for the baby and gets adopted into the clan somehow??? so many possibilities.)

- from the way he picks up the silver ball... din djarin is on his way to straight up murder some people huh

I think part of what reassures me about this scene is the music -- this mando flute is not distant, is not beaten, is not despondent, it’s clear and determined and strong.

I love this. I love when we get explicit baby POVs, it makes it feel so real and intimate and... like home. (I especially loved baby’s point of view inside the razor crest, which just made me tear up again. baby lost the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long long time on top of it all. everything is suffering)

Emotionally Significant Thumb Grabbing tm; the show

- din djarin looking for the ‘on’ switch on a magic rock fhsdakjfhsadlfhsdjah I can’t breathe

“Well, this is the seeing stone. Are you. Seeing anything?” fsafkdsajhfsa sdhfksjalhfkjsdahfkjsdhf

- the energy around the baby as he’s, in ahsoka’s words, ‘choosing his path’ is blue, and the force sort of works across time and space, right?? so there’s definitely still hope for our lil green bean to not have to come up with a really dumb unsubtle sith name for himself, as is regrettably yet delightfully tradition. darth babbu should never come to pass (I do like how they’re interrogating the normal dark/light side dichotomy in this series, seeing as this is a literal baby who can’t really be responsible for that stuff himself yet and has such capacity for both.)

- listen. listen, the way din says ‘can you please hurry up’ with no sarcasm or real impatience whatsoever, more like a harried worry, to his force-meditating son as he jogs off to make sure no one’s trying to kill them. is hilarious and also YES this is what the character is!!! weirdly and incongruously polite under stress sometimes and with a slightly odd reaction pattern to things!!! he’s not just quiet and badass, he’s a little strange sometimes and it’s so good!

- a friendly opening volley warning shot from boba there

also din uncertainly asking BOBA FETT if he’s a jedi... now this is the dramatic irony I’ve been looking for haha

I guess neither shand nor boba actually know din’s name after this either. baby you gotta start introducing yourself at some point it gets real confusing when there are two mandos on screen

oh the long weary sigh going through din’s frame when boba says he wants ‘the armour’ and he thinks it’s just someone trying to peel the beskar off his corpse again. sorry the galaxy’s so shitty dad

- “But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched” is a killer line well done mr favreau. I like that boba actually offers din a good deal as well and seems to intend to deliver on it from how things are going.

- din using his beskar-covered bod to cover someone he’s fighting alongside!!! literal moving cover haha. also I love fennec’s costume design

- I don’t know where din got more whistling birds from and I don’t care, it was really cool haha

wow haha um so anyway --

(cue all the ‘who wore it better’ with cobb vanth’s ‘spiderman’s first home made costume’ look on one side and ABSOLUTE UNIT DADDY boba fett on the other side posts lol)

- aaaghh the music almost like a stunned desperate fluttering heart beat as din watches the razor crest be destroyed

- for someone who has willingly worked for them in the past boba sure sounds less than thrilled about having the empire back in any capacity

- oof the deadness in din’s voice when he says “The child is gone”. ooooh no that got me h e l p

- guessing next episode is at least partly a ‘gathering old allies and preparing the assault’ step before the grand finale, then! they cannot go for the season ender cliffhanger with this, I will fucking riot. anything can be up in the air except baby and dad being separated, I will not allow it

it would be very funny if the force user baby called out to comes stumbling into the middle of all this like the troy entering the room with pizzas meme too

- the music in the darth grogu scene is partially a dark mirror of the baby & mando music :’( is nothing in this world sacred

also from how he reaches out for it baby might have used a light saber before in the past with the jedi? ngl the idea of baby wielding the dark saber not when he’s all grown up but in like two episodes -- with all the chaos a toddler holding a laser sword would involve -- is all that is keeping me sane here

‘liable to put an eye out with one of these’ well gideon you sure have doomed someone to lose an eye with that one, here’s to hoping it’s you, for full dramatic payoff

he is a deliciously smug awful force with great musical cues tho, you have to give it to him

- okay so this

is obviously awful and horrible and it makes me so sad... but it is undeniably also very very very funny in how it’s framed. you know what? after all this bullshit baby grogu can have a little dark side tantrum, as a treat, we’ve all been there right

(forget finding a jedi, we need to go out there and find a child psychologist who can help him deal with this without adding the fear that he’s on the path to become a two foot tall evil space sorcerer to the mix Y_________Y)

- rip the razor crest except for the second time :’’’( gone but never forgotten

- the last thing din tells the baby is “I’m gonna protect you; I’ll be back soon”. and I hope that stays with the kid somehow and that it actually comes true, that din will be back for him as soon as humanly possible and all this pain and fear can be repaired. ggggghhhhh my emotions are too big for my dumb human body

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian meta #okay I'm gonna have to. go take a calming walk or something after this haha

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So I came to W&H and B&E in an odd way. I'm a long time Dramione fic reader who like many of us doubled down on in 2020 to find comfort in a bananas year. I kept seeing W&H on everyone's rec list, but for whatever reason kept putting it off. Then I heard about the prequel and decided to wait for that to be finished, read it, then do W&H. But once it was finished, I saw you recommended W&H first so I was like okay I'll do that. I struggle with impulse control but am trying to do better so when I saw the audiobook for W&H I was like perfect, I'll listen rather than read that way I won't gobble it up in a day. Ha well that did not work, I listened to the first 3 chapters (at that time those were the only chapters they had recorded) then instantly ran not walked to A03, reread said chapters, then continued on. At Chapter 4 of W&H, I thought hmm maybe I'll read them simultaneously. I continued that way maybe through Chapter 13 of B&E and Chapter 7ish then fully committed to W&H first. I cannot imagine reading these fics in real time because reading them in full, back to back was the most intense glutenous binge and it's taken over my life in the best way. I have been living in your fictional universe for the past two weeks. I started a list of all the parallels and callbacks and eventually had to call it because they are innumerable. I'm awed. In literal awe. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Your writing - the individual words of your vast vocabulary, the way you string said words together into hilarious, heart breaking, heart stopping, beautiful, and visceral feelings is astounding. It's hard to explain but even good writers (and/or an intriguing plot) sometimes do not create an overall immersive feeling. But the feelings your words evoke are all encompassing and truly universe building. Like it's not just the wording or the plot or the charters but all of it together come to make something even greater than the sum of their parts. Your writing, your universe of W&H, S&S, and B&E live in my mind and heart and in an embarrassing amount of screenshots of passages on my phone and in voice memos to myself as I don't have anyone irl to fan girl with. When I think of your words and the world you built, I'm reminded of a Taylor Swift lyric: "it cut deep to know you, right to the bone". That is how I'd describe your writing's effect on me, but in the best way.

Your brain's capacity to plot, plan, and flawlessly deliver W&H THEN B&E? Idk how you kept all the threads and plot points and moments and timelines in check. My head aches just thinking about how you wrote these stand-alone but also inextricable works of art. Like how does one's brain function in such a level? And it's especially telling in B&E because we knew where we were going but I still gasped, screamed, squealed, giggled, had to put my phone down, clutched it to my heart, fist pumped, stopped half way through just for a minute to breath and take it all in, and overall looked and acted as an utter idiot during each and every chapter because while I knew where we were going I also had no idea! I'm just floored you managed to keep us at the edge of our seats with a prequel? Who does that? You do!

The texts in the final chapter of W&H devastated me, literal chills. I think about that daily. It's exactly what H and we needed. Just like a reminder of what they went through. It reminded me of Chapter 41 of B&E. Like a summary of where they had been and where they are now.

The other thing that rattled in my brain is the motifs of choice and time, life kind of boils down to those two things huh? But choice especially. It's funny because choice is so prominent but at the same time how W&H and B&E give off soulmate vibes even though this is not a soulmate fic (also are the rumors true...?!) because despite time turners, breakups, and lost memories, they always come back together. But more on choice: it's just as Draco says - in a million scenarios he'll always choose her and he feels lucky she chose him just once. But of course with W&H, she does it twice. And she does it in both timelines of B&E, and of course that's the problem when Draco realizes he has not done the same hence heartbreak 1.0. And just god - he wants her to have a choice with the potion, a choice with her memories, and stops the timey wimey madness by realizing he's taking her choice (and in a way H started it by taking away his choice and leaving the first time). And then those parts about how he chose her, she chose him, but they could not chose each other. This motif, these callbacks. I'm flabbergasted. It's just hitting me now that you extend the choice to us as readers - we get to choose whether H get her memories back or not.

Theo in all your Wait and Hope universe, but especially S&S broke me. Blaise asking who is taking care of Theo when he's taking care of everyone else? Theo's literal and figurative demons? Yikes. Those were unpleasant looks in the mirror for me. I'm glad Theo has his Blaise. Where's mine haha? Also just shout to your underrated Blaise. The fact that he might be my favorite of the Slytherians in your stories says a lot since he doesn't say a lot haha. But he packs such a punch in all your works.

Okay, after singing your well deserved praises and fan girling and marveling at your works (god this is so long, I'm so sorry!), at long last my ask. I still cannot get this out of my head: what did Theo mean in Chapter 1 of B&E when he suggests to Draco “I know that. Maybe you could—tell her some of—” some of what? I zeroed in on this as soon as I read it and it's been rattling in my brain ever since.

um. hi? holy shit. i dont know how to process this. i am resisting the impulse to cringe away from the level of praise happening here because i really need to learn how to take a compliment but oh my god? i am not...this is just...wowzers. you are very literally too kind to me. i have melted into a puddle of feelings in my reading chair here.

so, first things first: thank you. these are some of the nicest things i’ve ever heard about my writing and i can guarantee i will come back to this ask when I'm feeling like i suck and need a motivation boost. i can’t deny...it feels really nice to know that at least one person out there caught and appreciated some of the insane attention to detail i forced upon myself lol. so thank you. truly, thank you so much for saying such amazingly kind things that have short circuited my brain!

and im sure my friends at @etl-echo-audiobooks will be over the moon to know that their recording work was such a hit! your trajectory reading these stories is so fun and hilarious and probably the most unique reading experience i’ve heard so far xD

also, please be advised that your analysis on choice in these stories is probably going to live in my head rent free for the rest of my life. i feel seen, you know? you just...picked up what i was putting down and it feels really nice to know that it worked for you!

and ok. your question. that little dash of ambiguity i was planning on leaving open ended. but let it be known i can be plied with compliments. i can’t just *not* give you something in return for such a lovely and kind and thoughtful dose of joy you had absolutely no obligation to give me today.

so, in my mind, after draco’s house arrest ended and before he went abroad for his mastery, he and theo had an extensive (most likely drunken. also blaise was probably there too) night of reflection where they kind of just looked back at their childhoods and the war and the history of blood purity and just sort of went: “what the fuck?” i imagine draco probably confided in theo that when he went abroad, he planned to just try and pretend like none of it mattered, to see if that was really true. and draco probably kept him updated via owl (even though draco did not write enough and theo had feelings about that) so that by the time draco returned and we have theo asking that sort of trailing question, the implication at the end is “what if you told granger some of your realizations about it all?” so...not all that exciting? but there you have it!

in conclusion: thank you! you are too kind! i appreciate your thoughtful commentary SO much! i’m so happy you enjoyed these stories. and i hope the explanation of what theo was going to say wasn’t too underwhelming.

#thegirlwhowatchedeverything #asks #death by kindness #my death #i am dead #oh also yes #they rumors are true #im writing a soulmate story next #i intend to hurt you #you being ALL of you #*evil laughter*

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plan-d-to-i · 3 years

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I turned away from a fic when the author note said it was set in cql universe because 'wwx's death was too vague in the novel'

which annoys me because the death was explained twice. Wei Wuxian destroyed the seal to prevent anyone bad from using it. Lost control of the corpses, got torn apart and died horribly.

He died saving people from his weapon. Which to me will always beat the "Suicidal jump of a cliff, on no, now I die to prevent jc from killing both me and lan zhan anyway"

:) I agree! I don't hate cql but I can't really say I trust something that comes from a 'cql was better in terms of story telling/plot/narrative' place. I basically watch cql bc I like Xiao Zhan, Wang Haoxuan, Wang Yibo, Song Ji Yang, Liu Haikuan & Zhu Zanjin and uh... not for the story...(¯ . ¯٥) lol

Novel WWX disingenuously gets dismissed as an unreliable narrator a lot, but the only area where he regularly is an unreliable narrator is when it comes to the Jiangs & softening their treatment of him. That's the only reason I'd say the circumstances of his death can appear more vague in the novel- bc he's the one relaying them and downplaying it. So although it's less vague in cql where jc clearly forces him to die to save LWJ it also drops the significance of WWX's choice to not use the seal again and then, as he sees the inevitability of his defeat & death without its power, destroy it to prevent it from falling into the the hands of those who would misuse it against the people.

I also think WWX & Wen Ning's discussion of WWX's death in the novel gets misinterpreted quite a bit. WWX's words are taken at face value and whilst WWX doesn't feel like he owes Jiang Clan anything in his new life, he still doesn't speak about the shitty way they treated him. He doesn't tell LWJ for example that he broke his foot climbing a tree at night because jiang cheng threatened to set dogs on him.

Looking at his legs, Lan WangJi asked, “Why did you climb the tree at night?”

Wei WuXian bent down in laughter, “There’s no why. You know. I love fooling around outside at night. Haha.”

So in this scene Wen Ning's reaction is to me the more telling one. & WN clearly calls bs on WWX dismissing/downplaying jc's role. WWX himself doesn't argue and just shuts down the conversation.

“Wen Ning whispered, “Sect Leader Jiang, Jiang Cheng, brought a siege upon the Burial Mounds. And he killed you.”

Wei WuXian, “I’ll have to clarify this one. He didn’t kill me. I died from a backfire.”

Wen Ning finally looked up at him, “But, Sect Leader Jiang clearly…”

Wei WuXian, “Nobody can walk safely on a single-plank bridge for their whole life. It couldn’t be helped.”

Wen Ning seemed as if he wanted to sigh, but he had no breath to let out.”

Poor Wen Ning. </3

WWX's death is also obliquely addressed when he hears children playing as cultivators in the street:

“Someone else barged in, “No. I’m the SanDu ShengShou. I’m the most powerful.”

The “YiLing Patriarch” replied as if he understood everything, “Jiang Cheng, how is it possible for you to be better than me? Is there even one time that you didn’t lose against me? How do you dare to say that you’re the most powerful? Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Jiang Cheng”, “Hmph, I can’t be better than you? Do you remember how you died?”

The light smile on Wei WuXian’s face dissipated at once. It was as if he had suddenly been pricked by a poisonous needle. A faint, sharp pain came from all around his body.”

('Pricked by a needle' is totally a common expression so I'm absolutely not saying this is on purpose but I think it's ironic that it's "poisonous" when jc's sword is called "三毒 sandu –three poisons" lolol)

Anyway as it stands, we may not be shown exactly how WWX's death happened in the novel, but I don't think that makes it vague. I mean we clearly see the circumstances jc created that led to it: “if not for Jiang Cheng making a plan that aimed at Wei WuXian’s weaknesses, the siege might not have succeeded”. A siege's worth of ambitious cultivators were also ultimately ok w jc taking the credit for the death of the Yiling Patriarch, so clearly jc enthusiastically applied himself to the task (and was close enough to get his hands on Chenqing first which we know JGY wanted as well). Whether he got close enough to hurt him or close enough for WWX to realize death was imminent it follows the same line of forced self destruction as cql just on a grander more meaningful scale. Much more in line with WWX's character.

#mdzs #cql #cql negative #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #this is so long and I tried to edit it down twenty times 🥲

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blind love | l.m.k.

— in which mark lee is so much more than just your best friend but you were too blind to realize it.

word count: 7.2k | warnings: light swearing | blind love - lola young |

a/n: i didnt mean for it to be this long but i hope you enjoy!!!

“Just friends,” Mark said, his voice still steady even in the growing tension of the moment. “That’s all you said we are, right?”

Your head dropped down to look at your hands, not knowing what to say. The overbearing guilt of rejecting his sudden confession was crushing your chest that it became painful to breathe.

“I’m sorry, Mark,” was all you could say. You forced yourself to meet his gaze through your already glassy eyes, wanting to let him know the sincerity of your words.

He smiled kindly, shaking his head. There was sadness in his eyes. And in all the years you two have known each other, you could tell how hard he was trying to hide it. “It’s okay. That’s all we’ll be.”

You bumped your head repeatedly against your study table in an attempt to rid yourself of the memory that’s constantly been playing in your head.

It was a Sunday which meant there were no classes, which meant the university was closed, which meant that you couldn’t even make an excuse to see your best friend Mark who somehow, after almost three years of friendship, suddenly decided that it was a good idea to tell you he loves you more than a friend should love a friend.

You couldn’t say it happened out of nowhere. He’s been saying he has something important to tell you for almost two weeks before the incident but every time you confront him about it, he always makes up some lame excuse to dodge. It took a lot of self-hate for yourself and a nice amount of his protective instinct to finally make him spit it out.

He came to your apartment that night, finding you barefaced, wearing a pair of sweats and one of his hoodies that you stole some time ago. From that he already knew you weren’t okay. You like wearing his stuff to seek some sort of comfort. Somehow, the smell of his clothes helps calm you down.

You were supposed to help him finish a report but you couldn’t concentrate after getting a below satisfactory grade on a major exam. College has done nothing but give you a shitload of insecurities lately and this just pushed you off the edge. The only thing that has been keeping you sane was the knowledge that you had someone who you can run to at the end of the day. Someone who is willing to listen to your rants and would do almost anything to cheer you up.

That day, however, none of Mark’s usual encouragement worked on you. He was getting frustrated hearing you downplay yourself because of a single exam. You started going on about how stupid you felt, how staying up all night to study did nothing but make you ugly. Mark countered every insult you threw at yourself, throwing in a few jokes here and there, all of which you ignored. But when you went on about how all of this made you unworthy of anything, how no one could possibly love you in this state, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“I love you,” he snapped, cutting you off from your long self-deprecating speech.

“You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to say that,” you whined, clearly missing the point.

Mark, on the other hand, was barely holding it all inside. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “No, idiot. I love you. Stop saying no one could love you, because I do. And not just because you’re my best friend.”

It wasn’t until you noticed his hands were quivering that you realized what he really meant. Looking back on it, you couldn’t help but hate yourself. You were sure it took a lot of his courage (and frustration) to come clean to you like that, and you couldn’t even take him seriously at first.

“Mark, no,” you remember telling him.

“I do. I hate that I do, but I do.” He looked away. “I love you and I know you’re feeling burdened right now, but you don’t have to say it back.”

A part of you broke that day. You hated rejecting people after having gone through several rejections yourself. It’s the worst feeling. You always wished there was a way you could always return people’s feelings just so no one would get hurt, but the universe just doesn’t work that way.

You muttered about a hundred sorries to which Mark replied a hundred ‘it’s okay’s. Maybe it was meant to make you feel better, but it just felt like your heart was getting ripped off your chest.

Mark didn’t stay long after that. You didn’t even get to help him with his report. He said sorry for suddenly dropping the L-word and you said sorry for not being able to say it back. He smiled sadly and it took your everything not to cry. He asked if he could hug you and you didn’t even answer. You just went straight into his arms, burying your head in his chest like you’ve done so many times before, breathing heavily to keep yourself from breaking down. And when the two of you pulled away, he insisted on being alone for a while. You said okay followed by another sorry.

You didn’t know “being alone for a while” meant ignoring you for god knows how long. You see him at uni but he wouldn’t even meet your eye. Even when you share the same class, he would choose to sit as far from you as possible. Once, he entered a cafe you were in and upon seeing you inside, he immediately turned around and walked away.

He’s ignoring you and he isn’t even being subtle about it. Mark Lee could never be subtle about anything, not even his feelings. You really were just too blind to realize anything.

Even other people saw how he felt. People used to come up to you all the time and ask about your “boyfriend” Mark. Sure, you would blush, shy that people thought you’re in a relationship with your best friend. When you explain that you weren’t actually dating, you would get the same shocked reaction every time. One of your friends even said you acted more like a couple than most people in a relationship do. You always thought it was just because you and Mark were such good friends.

“Friends don’t hold hands in public,” you remember Renjun saying.

“We don’t hold hands. He just grabs me and drags me to places,” you said defensively.

“And they don’t hug each other and stare at each other’s eyes while talking about pizza,” Jaemin scoffed.

You just rolled your eyes at them. It never crossed your mind that maybe they were right. You and Mark have never acted like how friends should. Maybe it’s the reason why you’re in this mess after all.

You sighed to yourself. You miss him. You can’t even pretend that you don’t. He’s become such a huge part of your everyday life that you couldn’t just ignore the sudden empty space he left when he said he wanted to be alone. You know he needed time to be by himself. But a part of you keeps holding on to his promise that even after his confession, you two would still be friends. And friends text each other, right? So all your attempts at communication depended on just that.

Thursday, 5:31 PM

You: wanna go watch a movie? i’ll buy the tickets.

Mark: cant. i have an exam tomorrow. sorry :/ maybe next time?

You: oh. okay. goodluck on your exam :)

Friday, 2:21 AM

You: [photo] this is possibly the cutest cat photo i’ve seen in awhile

Mark: that’s cute but dogs are still cuter

You: … okay?

Mark: go to sleep, y/n

Friday, 12:03 PM

You: i know you dont have class rn. have lunch w me?

Mark: oh i already ate with jaemin. sorry!!

You: it’s okayyyy :>> i’ll see u later? it’s friday night sooo we can hang out.

Mark: idk the boys already asked me to go out tonight

You: oh okay have fun!

Saturday, 6:54 PM

You: maaaark

Mark: y/nnn

You: [types] i miss you kajdhfhdksjdh [deletes]

You: nothing haha wanna grab some coffee?

Saturday, 7:01 PM

You: nvm haha have a nice nighhhttt

Sunday, 10:21 PM

You: hey can we talk

Mark: ???

You: please?

Mark: ye what about?

You: you said we’d still be friends

Mark: lol aren’t we?

You: this isn’t how friends talk to each other. i miss having an actual conversation with you.

You: we dont even see each other anymore.

Mark: i literally reply more to u than i do to jaem wdym haha

You: wow fine okay

Mark: ?????

You: i guess i deserve that haha

Mark: im tired y/n. night.

You: :( nighttt

You checked your messages for the nth time, reading everything as if something was gonna miraculously change with the cold conversation thread. Your fingers have been hovering over the keypad, typing and deleting ‘i miss you’ and ‘talk to me’ for about a hundred times already.

You don’t get why you can’t just say it. What’s so wrong with telling your best friend you miss him? Why is it so hard to press send? Why are you suddenly so afraid of how he would reply or if he would even reply at all?

It was only 10:30 in the evening. You know for sure Mark is only lying about going to sleep. He never sleeps this early unless he really is tired. He does nothing on Sundays so he can’t possibly be tired. Sundays are usually just the two of you hanging out in his apartment or yours, just to watch movies or study together. So what did he do today?

“Stop thinking about him,” you grumbled to yourself. “It’s just Mark. He’s a big boy, he can handle himself.”

But that’s not the point, a voice inside your head said. Just tell him you miss him.

You typed it again, ‘I miss you,’ but deleted it as soon as it was finished. Again.

You’ve spent everyday with Mark that it suddenly hurts to think he’s enjoying the time you usually spend together alone. It’s crazy how you can’t stop thinking about how his day went or if he’s okay or whether he’s eaten or not. You know how stubborn he can be. Sometimes, he’d get so engulfed in whatever he’s doing that he would accidentally skip meals unless you remind him otherwise.

“Fuck this,” you muttered to yourself. You figured you won’t ever be left at peace if you don’t do anything about whatever you’re feeling, so you decided to text Jaemin.

Sunday, 10:52 PM

You: jaeeem hi :)

Jaemin: y/n!!!!! hello :>

You: sorry for bothering you but have you talked to mark lately?

Jaemin: im talking to him rn haha why? you want me to ask him something?

You: not really hahaha how is he?

Jaemin: haha why not ask him yourself

You: he doesnt wanna talk to me lol pls just answer

Jaemin: he’s stubborn as always. he wont listen to me.

You: why, what’s he doing?

Jaemin: idk but it’s definitely not talking to you ksjdjkd

You: … very funny

Jaemin: sorry lmaooo he’s running on an hour or two of sleep everyday

You: jaemin!! why won’t you scold him?

Jaemin: we do! he just doesn’t listen. u know he only listens to you.

Jaemin: idk why you guys still arent together lmao bunch of idiots tbh

You: we’re just friends

Jaemin: rlly? oh btw mark hyung is looking for his save the bees shirt. did u see it anywhere?

You: yeah he left it here like two weeks ago when he slept over

Jaemin: LMAOOO DOESNT SOUND LIKE FRIENDS TO ME CHIEF

You: i fckingskjfhfn hate you

Jaemin: HJSJSHHDJD ok but seriously tho mark hyung is fine. just give him time, he’ll come around.

Jaemin: he misses you but u didnt hear it from me

Jaemin: ok bye he’s getting suspicious now lol

You: idk how you’re both an angel and the devil at the same time

You: anw thanks jaem. dont tell him i asked about him lol byeee

You sighed, putting your phone down in surrender. Your mind was more of a mess now than it was before you talked to Jaemin. You hate that he makes sense especially about the weird, more-than-friendly dynamics of your relationship with Mark. But more importantly, your head was beginning to be overfilled with worry.

Mark runs on barely two hours of sleep everyday. No wonder he always looks so out of it whenever you see him in the hallway. You wanted to call him, to tell him that he should sleep already, to remind him that he shouldn’t overwork himself, that doing just enough is okay. But you know he doesn’t want to talk to you. The cold replies and the ‘????’ were more than enough to tell you that.

Still, you figured it was worth a try sending him a little reminder. So you grabbed your phone once again and typed a message, revealing a little more of your emotions than you intended to. And before you could even think twice about it, you hit send.

Sunday, 11:04 PM

You: hey i know you’re still not asleep. dont worry, you dont have to reply to me. i just wanna tell you that you should take care of yourself. i know you. you’re stubborn and sometimes you won’t sleep or eat unless someone reminds you to so,, this is me reminding you haha. stop overworking yourself mark, please? you cant be sick cause i cant take care of you since you wont talk to me… lol jk. but seriously, get more rest (and talk to me,, hahah jk again unless u wanna ;)) please go to sleep now. goodnight. see you around i guess.

You stopped texting Mark after that. You wondered if he would find the initiative to talk to you first if you didn’t start the conversation. Now, two days have passed and your sleep reminder remains to be the last message on your conversation thread. You couldn’t say it didn’t hurt. You were hoping for at least a small thanks but didn’t get anything at all.

You were starting to get more and more frustrated as the days went by. It’s so unfair that you are slowly losing your best friend because of this. It’s unfair that you can’t even be mad at him because you just broke his heart. You wished there was any way you could have changed what happened, but the past remains to be written.

That afternoon, you passed by one of the cafes you and Mark always go to. You went inside, suddenly craving their special banana muffin which he introduced to you some months ago. The owner recognized you right away as you came up to the cashier.

“You’re not with your boyfriend today?” she asked.

You felt your heart skip a beat and not in a good way. It hurt. You figured there was no use in explaining since she probably won’t believe that Mark is not your boyfriend so you just smiled sadly and answered, “No.”

The lady somehow talked you into buying two muffins so you can bring one to your “boyfriend.” After handing her your payment, you realized maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. Mark always brings you stuff whenever you’re mad or upset. He knows exactly what you’re craving for even before you knew you were craving for it. Why not try if it works on him?

As soon as you headed out the cafe, you whipped your phone out to text Jaemin, asking if he knew where Mark was. It’s Tuesday, his most free day of the week so he could be anywhere. Jaemin replied not after five minutes.

Jaemin: not sure but he mentioned something about the library??

You: okay thank you!

From that, you knew exactly where Mark is. There was a small patio-like spot beside the library that he likes going to. Not a lot of people utilize the place since the tables and chairs are almost always filled with dried fallen leaves from the surrounding trees but Mark likes the thought of being close to nature.

That day though, there were more people around the area than usual. It was lunchtime so most people were out of the classrooms. Still, it wasn’t hard spotting Mark. It has never been much of a challenge finding him in a crowd of people. You saw him as soon as he came into view, sitting by the table on the corner under one of the ginkgo trees. He had his laptop open and a box of food beside it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration one moment and then he was laughing the next.

You were about to make your way towards him but immediately stopped in your tracks when you realized he wasn’t alone.

You didn’t know who the girl was. You’ve seen her a lot of times in class and in the hallway. You even have a vague memory of Mark talking to her one time. But you never really bothered to learn her name. She had that soft, innocent look that goes so well with her shy smile. She had her hair tucked in her ears to show just enough of her pretty face. She was beautiful. Unconventionally but undeniably. But none of that mattered.

When she said something with a smirk and Mark let out his trademark laugh, nose scrunching, hand repeatedly hitting the table, shoulders shaking and all, it felt like something punched you in the stomach. He uttered something in reply and now both of them are clutching their sides for laughing too hard.

He looks happy, you thought, I should be, too.

But you aren’t. You continued watching their exchange, him showing her something on his laptop and both of them laughing once again. Your chest felt heavy, like something was sitting on it and now it hurts to breathe. You didn’t realize you’ve been clutching the plastic bag containing the muffin too hard until you felt the sting of nails digging on your palms. You knew you should look away but you couldn’t. You wanted to run towards him. You wanted to tell the girl to scooch over so you can sit beside Mark and give him his muffin.

This is pathetic. I should be happy for him, you said to yourself. But why am I not?

You wanted to be angry, to scream and say that it should be you he’s laughing like that with. To say that it’s you he should be spending his time with. You wanted to ask if he still feels the way he said he does about you. And if he does, then why this? But you remained glued to the ground.

You hated how you were being selfish. You rejected him, remember? So why do you expect him to follow your tails like an intoxicated mad dog? Why can’t you be happy at the possibility that he found someone that feels the same way he does? Why does it… hurt? It’s not supposed to. If you really are friends, then him being happy with someone after your rejection should make you happy as well. If you really are friends, then you shouldn’t be standing here looking stupid, watching them from afar, wishing he’s with you instead.

“What are you looking at?”

You jumped at the sudden disruption, almost dropping your muffins. “What the hell, Jaemin?!” you whined, finally looking away from Mark.

“Mark hyung and Mina?” he snorted.

So that’s her name. “No,” you lied, forcing yourself to take a step away, then another, then another.

“Are you jealous?” Jaemin teased. “Have you finally realized you’re also whipped for our hyung?”

“No,” you grumbled.

“Then why are you almost crying?”

You blinked. You didn’t even realize the tears pooling in your eyes. Why are you being like this? “Shut up. I’m not.”

Jaemin only shrugged. “Fine. Torture yourself, then.” He smirked. “By the way, Jeno and I are inviting people to our place this Friday after exams. Just some drinks and maybe karaoke, I don’t know. We all deserve a break from hell. Wanna come?”

You didn’t reply. Your mind was too preoccupied with other things.

“Mark hyung is coming,” he said. “Maybe Mina too.”

“I don’t wanna go,” you said immediately, suddenly coming up with a decision.

The boy laughed. “You are jealous! God, I love it when you prove yourself wrong. You shouldn’t be though. You already know he likes you.”

“I’m not jealous! Stop it,” you whined, really wanting to cry this time. Everything is so frustrating and Jaemin is not being of any help. You wanted to go home and just wrap yourself in your blanket and maybe one of Mark’s hoodies.

“Then come to our place this Friday. It’s gonna be fun.” He grinned.

“Fine. Whatever. Just get away from me, you little shit,” you said, kicking him lightly in the butt.

You didn’t know if it was a lie or not but if Mark really is seeing someone now, you just didn’t like the idea of seeing them flirt with each other in front of your eyes. Even the thought of it makes you want to pull all your hair out. Is that considered jealousy? If so, why are you feeling it for someone who’s supposed to be just a friend?

Thursday came and you found yourself crying after realizing the shirt you’ve been wearing the whole day was Mark’s. No wonder he looked surprised seeing you in the hallway. He looked away immediately though, acting as if you weren’t there. It didn’t even cross your mind since you use this shirt quite a lot.

After calming yourself down, you put your playlist on shuffle and cried some more after Friends by Ed Sheeran started playing. You didn’t even realize how fitting the song was for your situation until now. Mark probably did.

You remembered him singing that song once. The two of you were just lounging in his apartment. He was playing his guitar while you pretended to study when in reality you were just looking at him. You watched as his fingers plucked and strummed the guitar strings while he softly mumbled lyrics, head bobbing to the tune. He’s good. Unsurprisingly, since he’s good at everything.

When he realized you were staring at him, he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes, one side of his lips curling up into a smirk. “No, my friends won’t love me like you do,” he sang.

You looked away, your cheeks heating up almost immediately. It was hard to focus on your readings when he’s sitting right in front of you looking like that, singing like that. You sighed. He truly was never being subtle about how he felt.

After finishing the song, Mark put his guitar down and laid his head on your lap, not even bothering to ask if it’s okay. That’s how comfortable you were with each other.

“What are you doing?” You remember whining.

“Wake me up after 15 minutes,” he said, already closing his eyes. You took a photo of him that night. He’s cute when he’s asleep. Even cuter when you look at him up close.

Of course, you just had to search your camera roll to find the photo. When you did, it felt as if a storm was raging on your stomach and a gorilla was pounding on your chest. It never dawned to you just how much it hurts that he suddenly left you alone until that moment.

“Goddamn, I miss you so much,” you muttered, looking at his peaceful expression in the photo.

And then you cried some more. You feel lost.

All you wanted to do was curl up in his arms and inhale his scent and listen to how his day went (and maybe accidentally fall asleep together). It sucks because you really had no one else to turn to. The single person who has always been your safe place doesn’t want to talk to you and even if he did, you really wouldn’t know what to say. Perhaps friends really aren’t like that. The thought of everyone being right when they said that maybe you and Mark were never really just friends has never been stronger than it was tonight.

Still, you couldn’t be bothered to sort your feelings out.

He feels like home, you thought. It was the best way to explain the sense of comfort and safety and the feeling of being more than enough that he provides you. It’s the only thing you can think of when your mind drifts to how he is always the constant person that you run to at the end of the day. But friends can feel like home, too, right?

Not to this extent. Not really.

Friday. You found yourself aimlessly roaming around the neighborhood after your classes in the hopes of distracting yourself from your feelings or whatever the hell they’re supposed to be called. You wouldn’t have remembered Jaemin’s party if you didn’t happen to pass by their apartment building.

You stood in front of it for two solid minutes, contemplating whether to go or not.

Mark might be there, you thought. With everything that’s going on in your head and with all the mess happening in your chest, would it really be a good idea to see him? You thought maybe all these things you’re feeling are just a result of missing him. All these sadness and confusion might just be because you miss your best friend.

So you entered the building. You told yourself that you’ll try talking to him again this time, no matter how stubborn he’s going to be. And if it still doesn’t change anything, then you will take it as a sign to let him go. If not forever, then at least for now.

You reached the door to Jaemin and Jeno’s apartment. Even from the outside, the sound of the bass can already be heard. You wondered how long before the neighbors would file a complaint against them, but knowing Jaemin and Jeno, their neighbors are probably inside, partying with them right now.

Before entering, you looked down on your chest just to make sure you were wearing your own shirt and not Mark’s. It didn’t feel right wearing his stuff anymore. God, it really felt like you just broke up. Why is it like this?

You took a deep breath and opened the door. There were already a lot of people inside even if it was just 8 in the evening. Most of them, you know the faces of. You smiled to greet some and muttered a hi to others.

Renjun spotted you as soon as you came into the living room. “Y/N!” He grinned, handing you a cup of god knows what. “Jaemin said he invited you but we were all pretty sure you were gonna ghost us. But you didn’t!”

You laughed hesitantly. “Thanks, I guess?”

“Drink up. It’s a cocktail I made myself,” he said proudly, almost forcing the cup into your mouth.

You took a sip, figuring it won’t do any harm but you spat the liquid back to the cup as soon as it touched your tongue. “What the hell did you put in this?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. I just mixed in everything I could find. Thanks for trying it out though. I’ve been looking for a volunteer for five minutes already.”

You frowned. There were a lot of things you were unsure of at the moment but there is one thing that’s certain: you have weird friends. You were about to complain to Renjun when he plucked the cup from your grip and went on to find another victim, not even bothering to listen when you said you literally spat on the cup.

Mark didn’t seem to be anywhere. The apartment wasn’t that big so if he was here, it would be easy to spot him. Maybe he decided not to show up after knowing you were coming. And honestly, part of you was relieved. As much as you wanted to talk to him, you still didn’t know what to say.

I’m sorry I broke your heart, but I miss you so much and I did a lot of thinking and maybe we really shouldn’t be labeled as just friends but I don’t know if I love you, is that okay? That’s just stupid. This whole thing is stupid.

You wanted to leave. Parties have never really been your thing. You usually just go because Mark asked you to since he loves interacting with people. But you figured you needed some alcohol in your system, mainly as a distraction, but also to give you a boost of courage just in case. So you made your way to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with anyone as much as possible.

You stopped in your tracks as you came to the kitchen. The sound of that laugh was all too familiar.

Great, you thought. Mark was there. And Mina was too. But so were Jeno and Jaemin who exchanged looks as soon as their eyes landed on you. They were all laughing about something before you came.

“You’re here!” Jaemin said a little too enthusiastically in a poor attempt to address the sudden increase of tension in the room.

“Hi,” you said, smiling sheepishly, purposefully avoiding Mark’s gaze which you could feel boring into you. “Just gonna get a drink.”

“Help yourself,” Jeno said. Jaemin smirked beside him.

The refrigerator was just beside Mark. Just great, you thought again. You walked towards it, desperately trying to ignore the four pairs of eyes following your every move.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, still not looking at your best friend.

Mark took a step sideways before opening the fridge for you. You muttered a quick thanks before grabbing the first bottle your hands landed on, not even bothering to check what it was. You really just wanted to get out of there. Maybe the talking to Mark plan was flawed from the beginning because you clearly can’t find the courage in you to face him now.

Beside you, Mark clicked his tongue. He was so close that you could smell his perfume mixed with a bit of alcohol. It made your knees weak.

He took the bottle from your hand and put it back before grabbing a different one and handing it to you. “The other one had vodka. Vodkas give you a headache, remember?” he said in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Oh.” Your voice sounded small even to your own ears. Not gonna lie, you wanted to cry at that moment. “Thanks.”

You could hear Jaemin snickering behind you but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care. You turned to everyone and said a quick goodbye before dashing out of the kitchen.

Your heart was beating hard and rapidly and not because you moved too fast. You didn’t know why but it hurt seeing Mark like that, like he was okay, like nothing changed with the two of you. It hurt knowing that even after everything, he still knows you the best.

You wanted to run. You wanted to disappear. But you couldn’t leave without passing by the kitchen. Somehow, you know someone in there would stop you. If not Mark, then definitely Jaemin. But you really wanted to be alone. So you resorted to the next best thing. You whipped your phone out and sent Jaemin a text.

You: thanks for inviting me to this party. now i feel like shit :D

Jaemin: IM SORRY BUT DONT LEAVE YET TF

You: i need to be alone and i cant leave without passing by the kitchen and seeing mark. so pls let me use your room for a while.

You: i wont do anything i promise. i just need to calm down.

Jaemin: fine but dont lock the door

You: okay thanks

The door to Jaemin’s room was at the other end of the apartment. You made your way through the noisy crowd, slipping from Renjun’s weird gimmicks when he tried to make you a victim once again, before finally reaching the quiet confines of Jaemin’s room.

The thin walls barely blocked the noise but at least there was no one else here. You sat at the edge of the bed and placed the beer bottle on the floor. You forgot you didn’t even manage to open it. So you just stared at your feet, trying to catch your breath even if you didn’t do anything. That heavy feeling on your chest was back again. It was now associated with being in Mark’s presence.

You started counting to ten to calm yourself down before burying your face on your palms, breaking down into sobs as soon as your forehead came in contact with your fingers. “God, why can’t I just…” you cried, “... admit it to myself already?”

You wanted to thrash around in the bed in frustration but you thought Jaemin didn’t deserve such a mess so you settled with getting up and lightly banging your head against the door. It’s a bad habit you do when you feel annoyed or frustrated. Mark has always been reminding you to stop before you hurt yourself.

Mark. Again. You groaned, hitting your head a little harder this time.

Someone knocked on the door making you stop. You took a step back, thinking you just imagined it. But there it was again.

“Someone’s here,” you said, trying to hide the sound of your voice breaking.

“I know. Can I come in?” It was Mark. There was no question.

Your heart started pounding on your chest once again. You wanted to tell him to go away but you couldn’t find it in yourself to do so.

He took your silence as a yes. He swung the door slightly and poked his head through the small opening. Your hands immediately flew to your face to hide the fact that you’ve been crying.

“You know, I came in here because I didn’t wanna see you when I pass by the kitchen if I leave then you come here making me look like a clown,” you said, your voice muffled by your hands.

Mark chuckled softly. “Why didn’t you wanna see me?”

You didn’t reply. Your face felt hot, not just because of the tears that just won’t stop falling but also because all the blood has come rushing to your cheeks.

Mark grabbed both your wrists and gently lowered your hands down, trying to see your face, but your head bent down as soon as it wasn’t covered. “Y/N, look at me,” he said, hands still on your wrists.

“No.”

“Are you crying?” The idiot crouched down to have a glimpse of your face making you whine and cover your face again. “Last I checked, I should be the one looking brokenhearted around here.”

“God I hate you,” you mumbled. “You ignored me for nearly four weeks and you come in here just to make fun of me.”

He let out an empty laugh. “Well, you did break my heart so…”

At that, you removed your hands from your face to look at him. You were going to say sorry but Mark had that smug look on his face that made you want to punch him. It was almost convincing if you weren’t so good at reading the real emotions in his eyes. His expression softened upon finally seeing you properly.

He looked away, not being able to hold your gaze either. That just confirmed how hard he was trying to keep up with the exterior he was showing everyone.

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice breaking.

He sighed. “I told you. It’s okay.”

“But it’s not,” you cried. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t realize how easy it was to misread what we had because let’s face it, we don’t act like ‘just friends.’ I’m sorry because I was too blind to see how you felt even when you weren’t really trying to hide it. I’m sorry because even though I rejected you, I was so selfish that I still wanted to keep you for myself without realizing that you probably needed to be away from me to move on. I’m sorry because…” you swallowed.

Mark was just looking at you, eyebrows slightly raised in anticipation of what you were going to say next. You missed him. You missed that cute face of his. You missed being in his presence. You missed his voice and his laugh and how he loves teasing you even if he probably feels like shit inside. You missed everything. Four weeks have been too long without each other. Four weeks is too long without your best friend. Four weeks is too long without your home. And that’s when you realized…

“... I can’t let you go. And I might be too late, but I’m sorry that I only just realized why.”

“Why?” he asked.

It was a simple question. Why? Yet it managed to carve out every single feeling you’ve ever felt for this boy. Every little moment he made you laugh. Every small heartbreak you get when he fails to keep his tiny promises. Every single night you ‘accidentally’ fell asleep next to each other. Every ounce of fulfillment you get when you finally convince him to sleep after a long day. Every goodnight. Every good morning. Everything.

“I love you,” you said. It sounded almost like an exhale.

For a moment, Mark didn’t reply. Your head immediately started swarming with unwelcomed thoughts. Maybe you were too late. You almost forgot about Mina who he seems to be having an excellent time with. Maybe he managed to move on within those four weeks. It’s possible, right? You had your chance and you missed it.

Finally, Mark let out a laugh, his head falling down to look at the floor. “I told you you didn’t have to say it back,” he said, voice soft.

You shook your head. “I’m not saying it because you said it first,” you said. “I realize this might be the worst timing but I just thought you should know you weren’t the only one being stupid enough to fall for their best friend. I was just too dumb to realize that that’s what it was.”

“Why would it be the worst timing?” He frowned.

You felt like crying again. You really wish you had some alcohol in your system right now. Why is this whole confession thing taking so long? “‘Cause you’re dating Mina? Or trying to. I don’t know. I tried not keeping tabs on you because our friends are assholes who wouldn’t stop teasing me. She’s pretty, by the way. You two look good together.”

Mark laughed again. It was raw and real this time, and god, the way your chest tightened in endearment at the sound was so pure. “You thought me and Mina are dating?”

“Aren’t you? I’ve seen you guys together a lot.” Well, once. But you tend to overestimate things.

“No!” He snorted. “Jaemin and I are trying to get her and Jeno together. If anything, she made me realize that we definitely aren’t just friends.”

“Really?” Now you just feel stupid. But what else is new? It’s all you’ve been feeling lately. Come to think of it, Mark and Mina didn’t even come close to how you two act with each other.

“Really,” he said. “Friends don’t stay at each other’s place and cuddle with each other just to fall asleep, Y/N. Besides, I said I love you, didn’t I? Did you really think that’s just gonna go away that quickly?”

“Mark, I can’t even sort my feelings out. How am I supposed to figure out how yours work?” You sighed.

“Fine. Just to be clear, I still love you. Even if you don’t, I love you,” he said, taking both your hands and placing it on his shoulder before putting his on your waist.

“But I do.”

“Say it then.”

“I love you. Even if you’re the dorkiest person I know, I love you.” Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. You’ve run your hands through his hair so many times before. You wondered why it never crossed your mind that you liked doing it not because his hair is soft but because you were sucker for the domestic feeling of it.

Mark couldn’t stop himself from smiling that he had to bury his face at the crook of your neck. “I’m not used to this, sorry.”

“Me neither,” you laughed.

When he finally composed himself, he pulled away just enough to look at you. All those times you’ve stood this close before does not even compare to how it’s like right now. This is the perfect mix of feeling new but familiar.

“You have no idea how many mornings I fought the urge to kiss you whenever we wake up next to each other,” he said in a soft voice.

“Well, nothing’s stopping you know, is there?” you muttered, eyes fluttering to his lips.

You pulled Mark down by the neck as he pulled you closer to him, your lips finally connecting. The idea of kissing him isn’t new to you. There were so many times before that you’ve found yourself inches away from his face and slamming your lips together wouldn’t have been such a bad idea. But this is the first you actually kissed him yet he felt so familiar that you were almost sure you’ve done this a million times before. His lips were soft against yours that it made you weak in the knees. If he weren’t holding onto you like he was, you probably would’ve crumpled already.

The two of you pulled away, breathless.

“Wow,” he breathed. “That didn’t even come close to how I imagined it would feel like.”

You laughed. “This whole night didn’t come close to how I imagined it would be like. I thought you were gonna keep on ignoring me. And honestly, I wouldn’t know how to cope anymore because I really, really miss you already. So thanks for saving me.”

“Stop making me blush. I don’t know how I can possibly love you more than this.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. This was only one of the very few times that the reality went better than your expectations. But then again, maybe you and Mark have always been meant to happen. It was happening even before you realized it was. And now that you finally managed to sort how you both felt, there was no more wasting chances.

“Do I still have to ask you to be my girlfriend?” he asked.

“We’ve literally slept in the same bed so many times. I’d be more surprised if we’re not dating already,” you joked.

Mark grinned. “You’re literally the only one who didn’t realize that until today, but it’s okay, I still love you.”

You laughed. “Wanna go outside and pretend we didn’t make up? I’m 100% sure Jaemin betted on us.”

“I worry how your mind works sometimes, Y/N,” Mark said with a frown before kissing you on the forehead. “But let’s do it.”

You smiled. You’ve said it a lot but you really missed this proximity. You missed being able to hug him whenever you want, and now you can kiss him whenever you want too. You wanted to say you could get used to this, but the thing is… you already are.

#y/n is a clown here read at your own risk #BUT PLS ENJOY CAUSE I DID #dhjdkjfhdfk i should stop writing about mark #nct au #nct imagines #mark lee imagines #mark lee #nct mark au #nct prompts #nct blurbs #soft nct hours #sad nct hours #nct fluff au #nct angst au #nct dream au #nct 127 au

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livelivefastfree · 4 years

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Rereading some MC fics and I'm about to go ass backwards into a Supernaturalcity phase (LMAO) so,,,my actual ask lol, do you have any random AU facts? or just any random little sketches for when you were making Werewolves of Detroit n such (especially w/ Harley >;D)?

Hmmm. It’s been a long-ass time since I wrote Werewolves of Detroit--I’m not sure if you’re asking about actual art sketches or bits and pieces of story--most of either that I did ended up in the fic itself, haha. Or: they’re unpublishable due to being.....inappropriate. u>///> Uh let’s see.

There were definitely a few little bits and pieces I wrote about some of the Raymanthians organizing little tourneys to get bitten by their vampire king because they heard it felt super cool, and Chuck being very flustered about it.

Alex Harley is a siren, in a supernatural universe, although ofc since he’s Deluxe born and raised he’s very self-conscious about it and wears an illusion over his fishier aspects

I was considering putting in a little section about werewolf!Mike going out to dig through trash and scrap as a wolf and then getting some kind of junkyard turbo fleas, but it never really fit into the series of stories I had, so I never did it lol

I considered doing some noodling about the Duke, and how he’s put enough gold and jewelry on his wings he can’t actually fly, and how if you looked closely you might note that he’s definitely had a wing fucked up before and is using flash and glitter to hide the fact-- and simultaneously make it look like “oh no i COULD have flown if I wanted, but I just prioritize looking flashy as fuck, this is a choice and not a weakness”

If I was carrying the fic further into its own story instead of a series of little snippets exploring the general timeline of canon and closely-related worldbuilding, I think I would have explored Julie getting found out as a witch, and being terrified, and her dad immediately being like “It’s alright Julie-bear, tell me who else knows, I’ll ruin them, they’ll never tell anybody, nobody will ever know you’ve been afflicted with this” etc etc etc, treating it like some shameful secret that she obviously wants him to make disappear for her. TuT Julie: “well he didn’t find out I’m a burner, but this is Very Bad For My Emotions! 8,)”

Red in this universe is a vengeful spirit with poltergeisting tendencies ie he tends to show up and throw things and people against and through walls--I wish I’d thought to include him, but don’t want to edit the fic now that it’s been posted. I like the running theme of Texas trying to fight Red and getting his ass kicked way more if it’s because Texas is a normal human dude who’s like WHO YOU GONNA CALL?!?!? TEXAAAASSSSS!!!! and just tries to punch a ghost lmao

I don’t think I adequately expressed that Dutch being fae fills him with Ethereal Glamorous Beauty even more than usual lol, tbh he’s the Hot Burner and tends to make people walk into walls.

Needs more Claire. Everything needs more Claire, but there was definitely potential for the Claire+Foxy+Julie arc to be in there, except I couldn’t figure out what Foxy and the Amazons would be. Sphinxes, perhaps. They’re a heavy theme in their base in the original show, they’re generally female in mythology, and they eat people who don’t pass their tests..... I like that actually, nice.

Anyway Claire getting more screen time to express her feelings about how she’s been altered physically and has altered herself mentally/emotionally in an attempt to reconcile the things she’s lost as a vampire.......definitely there was some more meat on that bone. TuT Claire.....................

More stuff of the Duke’s No.2 being a vampire juiced up on slow acclimatization to dragon blood--I feel like there has to be a consequence to being ABLE to drink it, namely that if your body’s that used to something so intense and potentially harmful you probably are then physically dependent on it. IDK how that would come about as a plot point unless I did a whole story with its own Duke-related plot, but it’s very intriguing to me.

If I’d been willing to go like .2 inches darker, Deluxe would have included mandatory surgery to perforate the webs of vampires’ wings very early on, or clip the feathers of any more feathery winged people--tbh there’s no reason Kane wouldn’t force them to bring their wings out specifically to make them useless and then be like “there now you don’t have to get them amputated instead, you’re welcome.”

It’s not related to Werewolves of Detroit itself but I’ve definitely been thinking about fallen angel!Mike recently after the very cool haloed Mike I reblogged a while ago. Gotta do some art for that at some point

I came to the realization as I answered a different ask recently that Thurman is the world’s most low-key dragon and I dearly wish I’d figured that out as I wrote because it tickles me IMMENSELY.

I could probably come up with more but this ask is getting VERY LONG so there’s those lol

#AltU: Supernaturalcity #god I love supernatural creature AUs TuT #toothyapocalypse

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princeofvelvet · 4 years

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QuanYin - Postcanon

Anonymous asked: quanyin ?? omg i adore quanyin! may i give some prompts? i just took from the lists i saw on ur blog (i love tropes) they're martial brothers so technically siblings by choice lol so from the sibcest: “This bed used to be bigger, I swear.” but/and/or also! soft & fluffy prompts number 6 ! -🐢 (one of ur niecest converts lolol i sent the prompt for the one u posted on ao3! thank u for that! 💚 i'm starting to appreciate modern aus more these days haha)

EDIT: This is now on Ao3! All polished, and longer!

A/N: Thank you for these!! And also omg that niecest prompt was so fun! Thanks for that as well!! And thank you for your patience, really! I actually finished writing one fic, then scrapped it and started over bc i got a new idea so it was delayed even more ;w; hope u enjoy this one tho! and that you, like me, ignore the canon universe rules sdfhsd

Send me ships and a prompt or two

The first breath after coming back to life is the hardest. Air goes in cold and travels to his deflated lungs like pins and needles, his body weighs ten times more than he remembers, lights and shadows he can’t yet place overwhelm him. He’s not floating, he realizes after a minute or two, but lying flat on a bed that feels like clouds. He waits for his body to regain mobility, examining his surroundings now that his eyes can focus.

The top of the canopy bed does not look like his usual one; he wonders if Hua Chengzhu changed it, or moved him somewhere else. His second breath goes down with much less difficulty, and for the first time in so, so long, he can breathe out.

Something bumps against his shoulder.

Blood pumps painfully into his ears. Alarms blare in his mind wanting him to jump and yell, but Yin Yu can’t move.

“Hm…?” Fabric shuffles beside him and Yin Yu manages to catch a voice that he knows very well. “This bed used to be bigger, I swear…” Something nudges his shoulder and pokes around. Though every sensation is muted, his heart still leaps in his chest as a pair of hands roams his side.

Why! Why him! Why! Is Quan YiZhen! In bed! With him!

Yin Yu’s eyes squeeze shut. He hopes to pass off as nothing more than a corpse until he figures out how to face YiZhen after their awkward last meeting.

YiZhen is quiet as he explores him. The more time passes, the more Yin Yu wishes he’d stop. Soon he’d regain sensitivity and he won’t be able to hide his reactions.

Who does he think he is to be touching him so freely! Did he do this often while Yin Yu was unconscious? Or… does he know already that Yin Yu is awake…?

The hands get insistent. Yin Yu is sure he’s making a fool of himself by continuing to pretend he can’t feel them, when-

“Ah!” He gasps as YiZhen’s fingers brush his waist.

“Shi… xiong?”

He wants to die. Again.

“Shixiong, is it you?”

What kind of question is that!

Yin Yu slowly opens his eyes. Quan YiZhen’s face is drawn down in concern and a little surprise. If he’s awaiting an explanation, Yin Yu doesn’t have it. He braces himself to be the one to break the silence when YiZhen’s hand reaches up to touch Yin Yu’s face.

Instead of whatever he was about to say, he blurts out a strained “what are you doing?”

“Ah! It is Shixiong!”

Of course it’s him. Who else…

His gut drops. Oh, no

Did he come back looking different?

He tries to sit up but gravity keeps him pinned to the bed like he’s made of stone. Quan YiZhen doesn’t seem to notice, because he doesn’t move an inch, and Yin Yu is not about to ask for help.

“Shixiong, why don’t you show yourself?” Quan YiZhen asks. What is this kid talking about? “Could it be… Shixiong’s soul is so weak he can’t take physical form yet?”

Yin Yu ventures a look into Quan YiZhen’s eyes, only to realize YiZhen is not looking at him, but through him.

What?

For the first time, his gaze wanders down. He sees nothing.

Weak, huh… So weak, he was invisible, truly invisible this time.

Sparks fly under his skin as YiZhen wanders down his arm and stops on his hand. A weight lifts off him, his arm is like a feather in YiZhen’s grasp; and like a feather, he crisps under a fiery sensation that pours in currents through his veins.

YiZhen’s spiritual energy feels so familiar inside him, it scares him with painful memories of being drained. His hand twitches.

“Why are you doing that?”

“It’s the least I can do for Shixiong to recover faster.”

Part of him wishes it was futile so he could tell YiZhen to stop, but little by little, the tips of his fingers start to appear, color returns to his transparent skin and soon he can see his knuckles. It isn’t fast, but it is working.

“You’d do this even after what I said?”

“Of course, I’ll do anything for Shixiong,” Yizhen says, so sure of himself, Yin Yu doesn’t dare to doubt him, even though he feels the hand holding him tremble slightly.

YiZhen clicks his tongue. “It’s not fast enough…”

Before Yin Yu can protest, his vision goes dark. He only has enough time to process YiZhen’s lips on his nose, before they move down and meet Yin Yu’s mouth. A full-body spasm overtakes him. YiZhen’s spiritual energy tingles throughout his whole body and merges with his own, strengthening him.

When the kiss ends, Yin Yu is dizzy, out of breath just like the moments after waking up. He’s about to scold YiZhen, but a pair of hands hold his face first and force him to look up. And there Yin Yu finds himself, in YiZhen’s eyes, emotions naked in his face for Yizhen to plainly see.

“Shixiong!!” Yizhen exclaims as tears blur Yin Yu’s image from his eyes.

#QuanYin #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #quan yizhen #yin yu #made me write #(thats gonna be my new writing tag)

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I’m gonna be honest and say i don’t understand hating a vampire diaries character without just kinda finding them annoying ... bc how can you say one of them is truly worse than the other

Damon : killed jeremy

Stefan : almost drove elena off the bridge her parents died on literally the most traumatic night of her life (threatened to turn her) (probably just bluffing though)

Caroline : (it’s gonna be mostly season 1 stuff bc she’s the queen of development) made SEVERAL insensitive comments about Elena’s parents death all the time

Elena : complained about Katherine attacking her directly when she turned Caroline even though Caroline was the victim (although Elena was a big chunk of the reason she did it)

Damon : also threatened to turn her in season 1 (also probably bluffing)

Damon : took advantage of caroline

Damon : the whole Enzo, whitmore, fire thing was pretty bad but i also don’t know what else he could’ve done so idk

Stefan : stalked elena like hardcore before befriending her lmao

Damon : kills innocent people .. a lot

Stefan : (for most seasons) puts himself above damon and preaches abt how horrible he is to elena while damon does the opposite and defends stefan to elena

Elena : didn’t notice bonnie was dead over that one summer until she needed her magic (neither did anyone else but that was kind of the point)

Elena : will brush the brothers off and instantly become jealous when they sleep with someone else (i mean me too sis😂)

Elena : romantically involved with Caroline’s abuser (damon)

Caroline : romantically involved with the man (Klaus) who tried to kill her best friend (Elena) more than once and some of her other friends and he also killed her bf at the times mother

Caroline : (going off the Klaus thing) was hypocritical when explaining why Elena can’t be with Damon bc he’s dangerous when she slept with Klaus (unless you think rape is worse than murder idk...)

Elena : slut shames Caroline in a situation Caroline was obviously the victim in and never got the closure she deserved from it :(

Damon: constantly makes matt feel like shit for not dying in that car crash and it isn’t his fault

Damon: won’t allow Elena to make her own descions (if it means protecting her usually)

Stefan : lets Elena make her own choices but it includes the ones that will obviously have her end up dead

idk : the whole jessie thing is complicated Caroline was insensitive to Elena again regarding Damon bc she killed Jessie but i kinda felt like she had to kill Jessie i mean ...Damon’s her bf

Damon : doesn’t want Elena to have the cure because he thinks she’ll fall out of love with him (selfish)

Stefan : wants to find the cure badly on the off chance that human elena = stelena ! (selfish)

Stefan : went on and on about how Damon’s way of teaching Elena to feed was wrong even though it wasn’t and he taught her an effective way to feed without hurting anyone (the reason stefan couldn’t handle feeding was bc he’s a ripper tf did that have to do w elena ??) (seemed selfish like he had to be the one to show her)

Damon : was aware that Elena was NOT aware abt the intimacy of blood sharing annnd had her do it anyway (he seemed to think he was just all out of options though bc she wasn’t keeping anything down and was literally starving) but i digress

Stefan : didn’t have to kill Vicki

Damon : didn’t have to turn Vicki

Elena : constantly makes passes for Damon’s terrible behavior

Stefan : forced Damon to turn

Matt : is always talking abt how much he hates vampires ok buddy we know

Damon : literally tortures katherine while she was dying, like she was awful to you yes but give the bitch a break as Stefan said “she deserves peace”

Katherine : jumps into Elena’s body and just starts screwing up her entire life (Katherine obviously did a million more things but she’s supposed to be a villain so)

Stefan : doesn’t really admit his faults often has this “holier than thou” attitude (like as opposed to damon who is self aware he sucks)

Damon : killing Alaric ... several times 😂

Stefan : spilled the beans abt Katherine being a vampire to his father which started the whole mess

Stefan : hypocrisy (going back to the freaking out on damon for impulsively and forcefully feeding elena blood when he does the exact same thing later on)

Elena : (i was gonna put using Bonnie for her magic but i can rlly only think of 3 times she’s actually done it herself the rest was stefan and damon doing it to save her which she rlly had nothing to do with tbh)

Elena : that time she makes Jeremy kill Kol and kills an entire sire line of innocent vampires

Elena : not apologizing for her actions whenever her humanity was off (it wasn’t her fault at the time but afterwardsss yes ma’am it is)

Elena : leading on the salvatores (i kinda felt for her though she truly didn’t want to hurt either, can’t rlly help who you fall in and out of love with)

Damon : using Andie the same way he did Caroline although (not saying it was right) he seemed to rlly care abt her

Stefan : killing Andie :(

Caroline : accuses Damon of taking advantage of Elena which is impossible because he didn’t know about the sire bond and refused to touch Elena when he did find out (however Caroline was also just speaking off of what she should’ve been told when Damon did in fact take advantage of her in season 1) but still

Damon and Stefan : sure Elena was doing them wrong but did they both rlly have to sleep with the girls that tried to murder elena lmaoo

Bonnie : she’s just a lil judgy but is always saving everyone’s ass so...

Stefan : not telling Elena about Katherine

Stefan : didn’t he like murder all the founding families or something ( fact check me idk wtf i’m talking abt here haha)

Tyler : i think he almost raped Vicki

Damon : threatening to kill Matt if Jeremy didn’t let him out to see Elena

Damon : did not have to kill Stefan’s bestie even though it did help the council trust them :(

A lot of people : got pissed at Damon when he punched Kol at the michaelson ball but didn’t say a word abt the fact that he saved Matt’s life when he did that?? idk that just confused me Stefan literally just asked him if he was crazy

Elena : telling poor baby Damon his love for her was a problem :(

Elena : Breaking poor baby Stefan’s heart :(

Bonnie : was so cold to poor, scared, Caroline when she turned :(

Caroline : (before development) purposely putting herself in competition with Elena all the time

Stefan : he’s a ripper just as much of a serial killer as Damon

Everyone : says Elena wants everyone to save her all the time but like pretty sure she would’ve died for all her friends but THE SALVATORES WOULDNT LET HER ever it was not her fault lol

Elena : remember that one time she didn’t have to kill Rebekah (well dagger)

Caroline : telling Stefan abt Damon and Elena having sex (he deserved to know but she said she would keep it a secret)

everyone : using bonnie whenever it’s convient for them

Caroline : was really awful to her mom (improves later)

Caroline : forcing Stefan to turn off his humanity (then again her humanity was off)

Stefan : he didn’t rlly have to kill dad but like i kinda get it blood lust and all lmao

Everyone : hates on Elena for not knowing Bonnie was dead but nobody knew when Katherine was passengered inside Elena for freaking weeks

from : someone who likes pretty much every character, and someone who like pretty much every ship, i don’t get how can y’all hate ANY of them without it being basic annoyance none of them are worse than the other, life works different when your entire entire life is on the line 24/7. you can say you hate one for *insert evil act here* and you can pull up 30 more for every other character. you guys are lame and loooove to hate :) as for ships Stelena and Delena are BOTH toxic “Vampires are a toxic species” - the wise Stefan Salvatore BUT ships like matt and elena would be boring as hell considering the universe we’re in meaning the toxic friendships and ships aren’t rlly all that toxic considering their environment you guys forget they’re not us. they’re not human.

#tvd #delena #damon salvatore #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #anti elena gilbert #anti damon salvatore #anti stefan salvatore #anti delena #anti stelena #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #matt donovan

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