#I love all the edits though. I am stuffing them into my horrible little mouth every day

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Hiiii, if it's not too much, can you describe the biggest differences between the live action characters and the novel characters in MDZS? They are a lot, so I will love even the difference between few of them! I haven't seen the live action and I don't know if I will ever, but I am curious, considering all the meta. Anyway, thank you in general, even if you don't answer!

Hello anon! This has been in the inbox forever because there are soooo many ways to answer this! However, let me be transparent that I've watched maybe like 1/10 of CQL. Among other obstacles, I simply do not care that much about Lan Wangji and he's always there (even though Wang Yibo is giving it his all... it's not his fault I'm a hater...). Chewing through a book with Ms. Mxtx's commentary was just more enjoyable to me, and even then, to be honest, I still liked SVSSS better. (I just love Shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu so much. That dude is wild.)

Still, the live action definitely affected how I understood certain characters (...primarily Nie Huaisang) and made me interested in relationships that I didn't pay any attention to in the novel. (I freely admit that the nieyao brainrot is 100% CQL's fault.) Also I found Wang Zhuocheng's Jiang Cheng very cute and loveable. It definitely contributed to my Jiang Cheng Brain Disease.

LISTEN. HE HAS BIG SAD EYES AND THE MEANEST SNEER AND HE MIGHT BURST INTO TEARS AT ANY TIME. HE IS A BABY. A baby who could kill you with his terrifying lightning whip! But a baby nonetheless, to me.

So if you want someone with a real and knowledgeable opinion on the live action, I'm probably not the right person for that! However, here's one difference that changed a bunch of stuff about the characters that I found compelling in the novel: the second flautist.

CQL adds Su She as a second flautist doing unorthodox cultivation in a couple of different places, including at Qiongqi Path, where he seizes control of Wen Ning and is therefore responsible for Jin Zixuan's death. Removing the responsibility for Jin Zixuan's death from Wei Wuxian creates a bunch of cascading character and relationship implications that I don't love.

Firstly, all of the people who cautioned Wei Wuxian against his unorthodox cultivation are now... wrong. If he never lost control, then actually his assessment that he could maintain control wasn't overconfidence, it was just true, and he was persecuted because the Jin needed a scapegoat and wanted the Yin Tiger Tally, not because his cultivation path actually involved significant risks and drawbacks. (To be fair, the Jins actively exploited those drawbacks, the public perception of his cultivation, and Wei Wuxian's failure to manage his reputation. But it matters whether the risks exist or are just made up.)

Secondly, removing his responsibility for Jin Zixuan's death transforms both Wei Wuxian's character and how we understand his relationships with Jiang Yanli, Jiang Cheng, and Jin Ling. Because, in the novel, he kills Jin Zixuan under duress but also after a lifetime of conflict with him. Like, he hates the dude, he doesn't think he's worthy of Jiang Yanli, and he's not willing to examine his hatred and resentment even though Jiang Yanli loves Jin Zixuan and wants to marry him, even after she marries him and has a child with him. (I would argue that a lot of the resentment is because of the eventual marriage; by marrying Jiang Yanli, Jin Zixuan becomes legally recognized family to the Jiang siblings, while Wei Wuxian's relationship with them has no social recognition; I think Wei Wuxian is deeply threatened by that but can't articulate it.) It's a huge failure! Like, dude, you loved someone and you killed that person's beloved spouse. That points to a certain degree of repressed jealousy, possessiveness, longing, arrogance, the list goes on... I am so compelled by that conflict, and the adaptation just erases it.

This also affects how we read Jin Ling's relationship with Wei Wuxian. In one scenario, a teenage Jin Ling is (eventually, minus one little stab) ending the cycle of violence by not seeking vengeance for his father's murder. In the other, it was actually someone associated with Jin Ling's paternal family that killed his father, and he's maybe just... coming to terms with that? One of these scenarios is so much richer and more interesting.

How it affects the relationship between Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian is a little more subtle. It locates the responsibility for a lot of the harm done to the Jiang siblings with the Jin sect, not with Wei Wuxian, removing some of Wei Wuxian's culpability in the devolution of his relationship with Jiang Cheng. If Wei Wuxian isn't guilty of wronging the Jiang family (and instead is also a victim of the Jin sect), then all of Jiang Cheng's rage and betrayal was misdirected. They were both tricked. In some ways, maybe that's easier to patch up after canon? (I wonder if this is why many CQL yunmeng shuangjie reconciliation fics have Jiang Cheng apologize to Wei Wuxian, but not the other way around?) But it's so much less interesting to me!

Finally, it removes Wei Wuxian's tragic flaw! Dude is legitimately a genius but he's got hubris coming out of his ears and it fucks him up big time! This is classic stuff. Please stop flattening my boy!!

#alas I am outed as a fake CQL fan after all #sorry y'all #I love all the edits though. I am stuffing them into my horrible little mouth every day #I'm the worst kind of fake CQL fan because my brain has fully mashed some of the series I've seen together with the novel events #FINALLY I JUST LOVE... CQL NIEYAO... YUM YUM YUM... THEY ARE CRAZY TOGETHER!! #THEY BOTH GET SOOO UPSET OVER THE BREAKUP!! #wen yao in nmj's memories... the brAIDS UNDER THE HAT #also qin su had .5 seconds of screen time and I fell in love with her #slap your husband qin su!! go apeshit!! you deserve it girl!! she survived that stab in my heart 🥲 #anyway maybe one day I'll watch the whole thing. unfortunately I am not very compelled by canon wangxian #I also don't know how I ended up here. the jiang cheng brain disease got me good #wei wuxian #jin zixuan #jiang yanli #jiang cheng #jin ling #qin su #yunmeng shuangjie #yunmeng trio #xuanli #nieyao #mdzs + #anon asks #asks #least-carpet thoughts

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Road Trips and Missing Persons (Part 16)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Patton & Virgil, Virgil & Deceit, Logan & Patton, Emile & Remy, Roman & Remus & Janus

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Deceit, Remus, Roman, Logan, Emile, Remy

Summary: Patton was just getting groceries. The next thing he knew, there was a knife at his throat and he was an unwilling uber driver. Virgil’s on the run after the murder of his dad, and it’s not just his paranoia that’s telling him he’s being chased down. He has to get somewhere safe, somewhere he can trust, and all he has is a couple of stories from his dad and a name: “Green Bellow Foods and Dispensary.”

Notes: Secret Agents AU, knives, carjacking, kidnapping, murder mentioned, guns mentioned, pepper spray, blood mentioned, drugs mentioned, explosions, car crashes (more to be added)

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve affectionately named it the Goblin Brain Fic because it’s helping my brain actually get motivated for studying. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

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Remy met the beady little eyes outside the car window with a glare. The cow gazed back at him, a challenge in its eyes. “What are you looking at, future minced meat?” Remy asked.

“They’re dairy cows,” Emile said, head on the steering wheel.

“How the hell would you know?” Remy asked.

Emile looked up at him. “The crashed truck says, ‘Robinson’s Family Dairy.’”

Remy pursed his lips. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

Emile gave him a droll look.

“Maybe they’re the rejects!” Remy turned back to the cow. “I bet you’re too stupid to make milk, huh?”

The cow let out a breath that fogged the window between them.

“Bastard,” Remy grumbled at it.

“You are talking to a cow,” Emile reminded him.

“Oh, like you don’t talk to stuffed animals,” Remy shot back.

“At least I don’t make enemies with them and insult them.”

“She deserves it!”

“She’s just standing there. You’re taking out your frustrations on a farm animal.”

Remy looked back at the cow, his eyes narrowed. Its eyes peered back at him and they did not need to share a language to understand each other in that moment. “I’ll show you a coward,” Remy growled, taking off his seatbelt.

“No, Remy,” Emile hissed. “Don’t you dare.”

Remy ignored him and opened the door to climb out of the car.

“We are on the interstate!”

“Now, you listen here,” Remy said, staring the cow down. “You’ve already caused enough problems for me today. The least you can do is not stare me down in my own…or well my brother’s own car. You feel me?”

The cow stared at him blankly and made a mooing sound.

“Are you understanding the words that are coming out of my mouth right now?”

“I promise you, she isn’t,” Emile offered from the car.

Remy continued to stare the cow down. Finally, after a moment of staring, the cow turned away.

“Ha!” Remy said. “I win.”

“Get back in the car before you get trampled by a herd of cows,” Emile said.

“I’m not going to get trampled,” Remy insisted. “If anything, I’m establishing myself as their ruler.”

“Is this a productive use of your time?” Emile asked.

“Oh, what?” Remy said turning back to him. “And sitting in the car doing nothing is such a better use of my time? Thank you for your input, doctor.”

“Remington, please.”

“Oh, stop with the full name, bullshit,” he turned to cow nearest to him, “no offence intended,” he assured it before turning back to Emile. “You’re not our mother!”

There was a pause. “Remy,” Emile said calmly. “I know you’re upset about Virgil, but...”

“In fact,” Remy talked over him. “I’m older than you! Do you remember who put you through college so you could get that fancy degree you keep using on me tonight? Because it certainly wasn’t our mother because she was already fucking dead! Don’t act like you’re my parent because here’s the thing, I raised you by myself for three years. So, if I’m a shitty dad, you’re definitely fucked up somewhere under that shining topcoat of head doctor crap.”

“I never at any point said-” Emile started, but Remy cut him off.

“Oh, but we both know you’re thinking it!”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, Remy.”

“No, no,” Remy said. “I know exactly what’s going through your head. I never should have been a parent, and I proved that with you when you were a teenager, but I still managed to knock up literally the worst person I could. I’m constantly making horrible parenting decisions and even when I try to be responsible, I mess it up. Virgil’s third word was a curse word and I’m lucky he never developed scurvy because I let him eat whatever he wants. He’s currently on a cross-country road trip with god knows who because I fucked up a covert mission I had no business being on and now he’s being tracked down by the woman who shot me with a poisoned bullet. I’m a horrible person and a worse dad. That’s what you’re thinking.”

There was a second where his brother looked at him with his stupid annoying face. “Have you considered that you’re projecting.”

“Ugh!” Remy threw up his hands and turned to walk away.

“Remy where are you going?” Emile called after him.

“I’m walking to base to go get my kid!” Remy called back.

“It’s over 70 miles away!”

He turned around and spread out his arms. “Then I’ll ride a bloody cow! It’ll be faster at this rate!”

“They’ll be cleared up in a few minutes Remy, come back here!” Emile said. Remy flipped him off. “I am not following you on foot!”

“Good!”

Remy turned back around and strutted off down the interstate, skirting cows and police officers the whole way. He grumbled to himself and refused to turn back even when he was pretty sure by the flow of traffic that the accident must have been cleared 15 minutes later.

This was so stupid. Why was he so stupid and useless? Emile was probably glad he ran off like a petulant toddler so he wouldn’t have to deal with him. He’d probably be more effective finding Virgil without Remy messing it all up anyway. He kept walking.

After a couple minutes a car slowed and stopped next to him on the side of the road. Remy looked up to meet Emile’s eyes through the rolled down window.

“Get,” Emile said firmly, “in the damned car.”

Remy blinked in surprise and then hurried to do so.

Emile didn’t speak again until the car was back at a normal speed. “His first word was ‘dad,’” he said, “and he’s happy. I’m not a parent, but from what I’ve observed, parents are allowed to mess up. As long as they do their best and their kid knows they’re loved, they’re a pretty good parent. If you ask me, you’re a good dad.”

“Yeah, well his second word was ‘pizza,’ so I don’t know if it makes me that special,” Remy grumbled.

Emile glanced at him.

“I mean,” Remy continued. “Thank you and sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” Emile said. “You know I love you right?”

“Oh, god don’t get all mushy on me.”

“I’m serious,” Emile said. “I’ve been angry at you this entire trip because if you’d died today, I don’t know how I would have handled it. You were reckless, and it could have easily gotten you killed.”

“Don’t you think I know I’m stupid.”

“Stop that,” Emile snapped. “That’s not what I said.”

“Well then, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying, why, Remy?” Emile said. “Are you bored? Do you want to go back in the field?”

“No,” Remy said quietly.

“Are you sure?” Emile asked. Remy didn’t answer. “If you do, that’s fine.”

“It’s not though.”

“You’re the one who made that decision and it was 15 years ago,” Emile reminded. “If you want to change your mind, that’s fine, but if you’re going to do it, you can’t just go do it. You have to talk to Logan first, to me, to your kid. Your actions affect other people.”

“I know that.”

“I know you know that, but you just…You get so involved in your head sometimes and forget to think about the consequences. Or worse you ignore them because they’re too hard to think about.”

Remy reached forward and turned on the radio.

“Really?!” Emile asked.

“Chill,” Remy said, turning the volume down, “I just don’t want to have another cow disaster.”

Emile nodded and seemed content to wait for him a few minutes so he could gather his thoughts.

“I’m trying, Em,” Remy said. “Bless their souls, but I’m trying to not be our parents. It’s like walking a tightrope. Go too far one way, you’re an asshole, go too far the other your kid’s running from his mother’s hired guns and throwing out the tracking device you put on him because he thinks you’re dead.”

“It should have to feel like that for you.”

“Yeah?” Remy asked. “And how do you propose I stop it?” Emile looked over at him and opened his mouth. “Yeah, yeah, see a therapist. Do you have any suggestions that don’t require me to bare my soul and talk about my daddy issues to some random person?”

“No.”

“Rats.” Emile chuckled at him.

“If it’s any consolation, they would have hated how you turned out. I mean they 100% would have still loved you and would have adored Virgil, but you’d get so many side-eyes over the dinner table. I mean, a child out of wedlock, Remy?”

“They’d have tried to get me to marry her,” Remy said. “Then I would have introduced them to her, and they would’ve said ‘fuck that.’ Do you think I could have gotten dad to say, ‘fuck that’?”

Emile giggled. “That would have been weird.”

Remy hummed in agreement. Then they petered off into silence. “I love you too Em.”

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Part 17

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If Zenitsu had to describe Kaigaku in one sentence, it would be two-faced.

He acted sweet around Gramps, around their neighbors, and around everyone who knew Zenitsu on a deeper level than just face and name. He only found this out when the two of them were forcefully paired together on a history project at their college. The older boy made it no secret as soon as he heard the news that he’d rather choke on a fish than work with him.

And come on! That’s just going too far- Zenitsu was at least better than a fish! It was inconsiderate. It was brash. It was immature, AND he’d belted it out right in front of their professor like that rebel in every high school movie. They were adults now. Please accept some responsibility and filter out your words or else no one will like you!

Back then, Kaigaku had done nothing but tsk and look away.

Their relationship continued like that for a while. The blue-haired heart throb was an angel around others, complimenting them for the most mundane of things. Sakura-chan got one inch cut off her hair? He was the first to notice and comment. Murata bought a new pair of shoes? He’d ask where he got it from because they were cool (they absolutely weren’t). But if it was Zenitsu who walked in with his hair cut shorter or in a washed dress shirt, smile on his face, Kaigaku would ask why he’s trying so hard and that it was pathetic to watch. It hurt. It embarrassed him and made him want to go home. His day always seemed darker after. He won’t deny that.

No matter how high Zenitsu’s grades were, not once did he suck up to him for their project. On the contrary, he’d judge each of his movements on the keyboard with disdain. Outrage over why his forefinger kept hitting the wrong button, or how dare he interpret this piece of music in that way were common in the form of insults thrown on him. Clutching three textbooks between himself and the other boy, he’d just cry and cower away like always.

The weirdest thing was this whole thing probably intrigued Zenitsu more than it should have.

Am I going insane?!

Probably.

Girls never hesitated to throw nice words around. They’d treat Zenitsu well, put on a pretty smile and a curtsy if it got him to pay for their food or jewelry more time (Why do you need two bracelets? You’re going to question my tastes? Rude. I’m sorry-! Please buy as much as you want!). It may’ve been a day or a week or even a month later, but it wasn’t long before Zenitsu spotted them again under the arm of another guy at the mall. The clink of matching bracelets accompanied the crushing melody of his heart breaking.

Kaigaku wasn’t like that around him though.

He gave him attention. It was painful. But it was still the attention that he’d never gotten from anyone else except Gramps before.

So when on the day that their project was handed in, Kaigaku wordlessly shoved him into a deserted lecture hall and crashed his lips against his, Zenitsu didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. He accepted those arms around him, even as one hand pushed painfully against his shoulder and his back was bruised by the chalkboard.

He properly freaked out after. He was just kissed by a guy. He just KISSED HIM BACK! All the ladies had to mourn the loss of one more eligible young bachelor for the taking. Wondering where he went wrong, that was only the second time he ever really raised his voice against Kaigaku. The first time was their initial meeting. “W-We definitely need to talk about this…! Y-You can’t just push me around all the time and give off the impression of hating my very existence just to KISS ME LIKE THAT-”

“Everyone hates you.” Kaigaku only wiped his mouth off with the sleeve of his jacket. He scoffed. “You’re weak. You’re dumb as bricks. You’re the ugliest in the class, and you don’t know the first thing about music. Do you seriously think you’ll ever be noticed by someone like me again?”

Zenitsu had never been shut up quicker in his entire life.

Not even one of Gramps’ roundhouse kicks would’ve worked so chillingly well. It was the first time he’d ever experienced the horrible sensation. As their encounters in the empty classroom grew frequent, as the number of times that Zenitsu could call Kaigaku his boyfriend increased, so did the bruises and cuts on his back and arms. Weeks, months, even a whole year passed after their first kiss. He became quieter after that.

But…

People always said he was too loud, so maybe that was a good thing?

Kaigaku was making him a better person. The shame he felt gave birth to affection.

Which made it all the worse when it was ripped from his hands.

Genya was with him at the time. One of the only other people in the college aside from Murata who would hang out with him, the hollowed eyes and sunken shoulders of the blond were alarming him in ways he couldn’t decipher. Finally deciding to take action, he invited his friend out for bowling. In addition to archery, it always helped him relieve his anger and stress and some part of him hoped it would work for him as well.

“I can’t.” Zenitsu had only said, packing his bag without even looking at him. “Kaigaku would get angry if I was alone with someone.”

“What do you mean you can’t- you know what!” Genya was too lost to even comprehend their relationship. Instead, he shifted aside so to pull an unsuspecting Murata into their aisle. “YOU, this guy will come with us too!”

“My name isn’t ‘this guy.’” The black-haired boy was already crying. “Be more considerate to normal people like me.”

Murata did tag along anyway despite complaints. He, too, was worried about Zenitsu and the shared look he had with Genya confirmed their goal of cheering him up. They booked the biggest lane in the hall before even boarding the bus. It was pristine with lights flashing in fun shapes for each type of strike that was thrown. They were even served food in between turns.

It was when Murata excused himself to the bathroom that Zenitsu saw it. Fry halfway to his mouth and Genya lamenting about his score, his sight picks up on a silhouette about five lanes away from them.

It was Kaigaku, lip locked with a girl.

Zenitsu’s vision turned white.

Some part of his ears registers Genya’s voice yelling after him, but he can’t be bothered to interpret what he said. Before he even knows it, he’s dashing out of there as quick as possible. He just- he just had to get away. Anywhere far. That little voice in his head that had been substituted with Kaigaku’s and consequently keeping silent for a year suddenly rains down on him like hail.

Pathetic.

He is.

Not even caring, he bursts into the doors of the first bar that he finds. Zenitsu wasn’t a drinker. He didn’t like the way it clouded his ears and made the sounds of everyone around him murky and dark. Still, he slams his wallet down on the counter. Without pretense, he looks the bartender in the eye with tears pricking its corners. The noise didn’t even make anyone else in the room flinch. “Give me the strongest thing you have.”

The gentleman with a moustache doesn’t question it. This was a bar, after all.

Zenitsu complained about a lot about things. If an essay was a little difficult, he’d say it’s killing him. If he was given too many responsibilities by his classmates, he’d say he’s going to die from all of the stress. It was an exaggeration of course for when he was avoiding the trouble it’d take to do something. But for the first time in his life, he didn’t avoid it. He ran straight to it, wanted to drink and drink aND DRINK until he felt like he was going to die.

He thought Kaigaku was different. He thought that there was actually someone who genuinely liked him and would want to be with him. Stupid, useless Zenitsu with your impossible thoughts! Ah, there it was again. And for each echo, he gulped down another mouthful like it was his life’s nectar.

It didn’t take long for him to become blackout drunk. Everything was hazy. The sounds buzzed like a guitar playing off-tune to a blaring horn. His head hurt. He clutched it but it didn’t go away. And soon enough, Zenitsu couldn’t even remember where he was anymore.

But did it matter?

Suddenly, it felt like nothing did. That part of his head, freed by the restrictions of rational thought, commanded his arms like a puppet. The strings of his mind were his own undoing- for he had his phone clumsily hitting the table as he tried to understand the difference between swipe and press. He eventually did get the device to do what he wanted. Soon enough, he found his body swaying drunkenly to the ring tone as the call connected.

When the brisk sound of breath indicating that someone picked up finally arrives, Zenitsu screams.

He screams because it feels like it’s what he’s been holding it in for months now. His loud voice and obnoxious personality that was stuffed down somewhere deep inside of him since the second Kaigaku started giving him love burst out. The drunk shackles of his brain couldn’t hold them any longer.

Some part of him wonders if he managed to break Kaigaku’s ears with it.

“I HAVE FEELINGS TOO, you ASSHOLE…!” His garbles and noises eventually form words. It’s like a dam is let loose as water drips from his eyes like a clogged tap. He bawls. It’s ugly. He doesn’t care. “You always said I was too cowardly to aim high, BUT I wanted us to move in together in a perfect house with a white-picket fence.” It was a dream of his that didn’t feel so far away since they became a couple. He’d never told anyone but gunned for it with all his heart.

“You keep insisting I’m too stupid to make it anywhere in life, HOWEVER I just got a contract deal with a high-end music company and worked my butt off at an interview JUST SO I COULD AFFORD THE HOUSE SOMEDAY! I WANTED US to cuddle in that home, watch the stars in the night.” Maybe get married one too, Zenitsu doesn’t say. He doesn’t want to.

“You think I’m weak, but I WANT to learn to protect you someday and maybe hope you GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS LONG ENOUGH TO PROTECT ME TOO! So what if you you’re rough and mean? For every scathing remark and for each time you hit me, you’d kiss it better.”

He choked. He could tell he was getting stares from the other patrons of the bar but Zenitsu plowed on anyway. “It was okay. As long as you did that, as long as you love me, everything else that you said or did was just fine! So I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY! I hope you’re happy in your Mercedes-Benz car that your friend bought for you because you manipulated him into thinking you were ill. I hope all of those free lessons you got from our Professors that you spent actually stealing the test answers will help you out in the real world WHEN NO ONE GIVES A CRAP ABOUT YOU ANYMORE! You insist I’m crazy for thinking that anyone else will or can ever love me. But I hope-”

Zenitsu cuts himself off with another sob. This next part was like pulling out teeth to get out, but he had to say it. “-I hope that girl who’s with you finds enough peace within herself to love you, because I just can’t anymore. I just can’t-”

“I’m sorry.”

And that’s when Zenitsu felt his entire world ending.

With a higher tenor and a voice the sound of wind chimes, this person was possibly the furthest from being Kaigaku that he possibly could’ve been. The blond finally rips his phone away from his wet cheek long enough to focus his blurry vision on the screen. Sure enough, the number blaring back at him is one- no, three (three?!) digits off from the one he’s had memorized since the very day that history project ended.

When the person on the line speaks again, Zenitsu finds it hard to comprehend that the other’s irregular breathing pattern indicated that he was crying too. “You didn’t deserve what happened to you.”

What, why are you sobbing? This has nothing to do with you, you know! Zenitsu wants to say, but the embarrassment and horror of the situation finally catches up to him and overrides any urge he has to speak with this stranger. Really- REALLY, Zenitsu?! He pours his heart out, finally gives Kaigaku what he’s been holding in for a year, and he’s too dumb to even send it to the right person. It figures-!

Suddenly, Zenitsu is just so tired.

“It’s fine.” He says instead, voice devoid of emotion. “Sorry for bothering you. It’s my mistake.” Then he hangs up before the other can even reply. Now that he’d shouted every bit of his heart into that call, he can’t find the energy to do much else. So instead of lashing out, instead of repeating his mistake, he wipes his phone back out to the correct number. Maximizing Kaigaku’s chat screen, Zenitsu types out a haphazard message in under three seconds without even looking at the keyboard.

van;t do this anynore

brwaking up witg you

Mind surprisingly clear, he gives the bartender a generous tip and nearly refuses the offer of water that he gets. But after a pat on the back from the surprisingly fatherly man, Zenitsu relents and chugs it down. After assuring him that he was taking public transit back, the blond doesn’t even raise his gaze from the floor as he treads out with heavy footsteps. He doesn’t remember most of the walk back to his dorm room. Everyone else goes about their night as usual, laughing among friends as they carried take-out boxes or homework. The world continues to spin while Zenitsu felt inexplicably dead inside.

He somehow finds his way to his bed. Books are scattered all over it from where Kaigaku had left them just the day before. Zenitsu doesn’t even blink while he shoves the accursed things to the floor before landing face-first in his pillows. The impact agitates that bruise in his stomach that Kaigaku gave him once after failing a test. It made him sick. Before he can sleep though, his phone vibrates.

A call…? It shakes on his blankets but the blond doesn’t answer. He’s too exhausted.

After six rings, it finally stops. Zenitsu thinks it’s the end of it but when it beeps again for voicemail, he nearly jolts out of his wits as that same voice from before fills his room. The wind in its sound soothes him and, for a moment, Zenitsu wonders if he’s imagining it.

“I-I know that wasn’t meant for me!” The other boy on the line is nervous. He can tell. “I shouldn’t have continued listening and invaded your privacy like that. I’m sorry. But if it means anything, I think that dream of yours to live in a perfect home with the one you love is beautiful. I bet you worked really hard for that job and will amaze a lot of people with your music. I don’t think you need to work on protecting anyone, because I know you’re strong enough. A-And-”

“What are you trying to say?” Zenitsu finds himself replying even when he can’t hear him.

“…You can be loved. I believe that with all of my heart.”

At hearing that, Zenitsu breaks. He cries.

Maybe, just maybe, he can.

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22 with seokjinie please? 💗💗

prompt: long distance / 22 (this prompt list here)

words: 2.68K

warnings: fluff, tears, light implied sexual content

notes: lord i literally wrote most of this today and i’m s o f t for one kim seokjin who’s idea of a romantic date is eating his weight in black pork with his girlfriend and being cheesy af. also i tried to edit so excuse any slipped mistakes.

tags: @sjtual (hope you love bebe xoxo)

“I’m so, so sorry, babe,” you heard your boyfriend say through your earbuds. His image on screen was a little grainy with your horrible wi-fi connection and old MacBook Pro.

“It’s fine, Seokjin. You don’t have to keep apologizing. I get it,” you said smiling, trying your best to assure your boyfriend that you are indeed ‘fine.’ It wasn’t his fault schedule changed at the last minute. Of course, you were still sad that you couldn’t spend one of the designated days of the year to be a complete, hopelessly romantic idiot with the man that you loved.

“But seriously, honey, I’m sorry we have to spend Valentine’s Day over skype. We were supposed to head down to Jeju tomorrow… All that black pork…uneaten,” he said, looking away and clutching his heart. You couldn’t help but laugh with your whole body. He always knew how to make you smile.

“Another time,” you said despite the fact that you were really looking forward to spending some time alone with Seokjin. The last thing wanted was for him to feel sad.

“You have the food, right?” he asked. Yes, you had the food….when you texted him that it had arrived. He ordered from your favorite restaurant down the street and had it delivered. You picked up the takeout bag from the ground and put it on the table in front of you so that Seokjin could see.

He picked up his bag, the emblem being that of your absolute favorite restaurant in Seoul, one that you’d often go to together. It made you smile and you really felt that even though the two of you were separated, that the two of you were close. You had made the trip up to Seoul a few weeks ago when he had a small break in his schedule but the two of you spent most of the time either at the dorm or in his apartment. It wasn’t as though he spent a lot of time in the villa he purchased for himself when you weren’t around but he claimed it was nice to have for “alone time.” It was sparsely decorated but homey and great for when you wanted peace and quiet with Seokjin. However, you had always been more than welcome at the dorm, the kids always vying for your attention.

“Noona, did you see that kill?” Jungkook would shout over his shoulder while playing Overwatch. Taehyung and him then argue about who was actually ahead.

You could tell from the background that Jin had made his way over to his own place for privacy because in the dorms he still shared a room with Yoongi.

“It’s like we eating together,” he said earnestly, starting to unbag everything. He had obviously had been hankering for pork, the container you pulled out of your bag…well, you’d have leftovers for a few days. “This is so much pork, Seokjin,” you said, “How am I supposed to eat all of it?”

He looked mildly offended. “No lady of mine backs down from pork. She takes the challenge head on and wins,” he said, with a look of seriousness that you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at. He was always cooking for you and making sure that you were eating enough. It was never usually a problem because you loved to eat. You’d sometimes tease him, saying “Yes, halmeoni, I’ll eat more.” He’d huff a little to continue the joke but you were certain there was a little pride in there too.

“So how is everyone?” you ask, “Staying out of trouble?” You opened the container, grabbed your metal chopsticks and quickly dipped the pork into the soy bean paste before shoving a whole piece into your mouth. You groaned a little. “So good. How’s yours?”

Seokjin was in the middle of digging in as well and his smile beamed brightly the moment he took a bite out of his. “Everyone’s fine but wish you were here to eat it with me,” he said, with his mouthful, “Our favorite.” The two of you fell into your comfortable conversation of his and your work. He asked you about your job at the TV station and you asked him about any down time he had on tour and if he got to have any good food. One of your favorite conversation topics just happened to be food.

“Cheers,” he shouted, holding up his wine class to the screen. You reached over to grab yours to the same. It wouldn’t be dinner with Seokjin without something to drink.

One of the best things about your relationship, you thought, was your ability to talk about practically nothing but still have a good time. The two of you loved to roam around and see sights, even close to home, in addition to eating your way through cities. It was only a matter of time before you felt the food baby form. Leaning back in your chair, you put your hands on your full stomach and sighed heavily.

“Me too,” your boyfriend responded, already knowing without you haven’t to say anything verbally. “Ugh, I wish you were here. I wish I was there,” he said, pouting. Your heart melted at the sight because even through skype, your boyfriend had an irresistible pout.

“I promise I’ll make plans to come up soon,” you say earnestly, “Whenever you want, whenever I can.” Part of you wants to cry. While you were hellbent on acting like everything was fine, you really missed him sometimes. Moving away to Busan had been a hard choice but Seokjin encouraged you, knowing that it would be good for your career. You didn’t plan on staying for too long, using Busan as a way to bolster your goal to be a full-fledged on-air producer.

You felt yourself moving your face even closer to the camera in your laptop, as if that would bring you closer to him. He did the same, leaning in closer to the camera, kissing the air at you and causing you to giggle.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he said, waving it off, “We’ll make your next visit work out no matter what,” he said, “Don’t stress.” He said this while waiting his arounds like he was stressed. You felt a few tears prickle at your eyes, hoping they wouldn’t show up on the poor visual connection of your skype.

“Sorry, you have to deal with my schedules all the time,” he said, pausing before chucking, “Don’t know how you put up with me…it’s just for my looks, isn’t it?” He said, the mock offense all over his face.

You laughed so hard that a few tears ended up falling. “Yeah, I’m only dating you for your looks, Worldwide Handsome,” you said, a hit of a scoff in your voice. He winked at you, his upturned lips opening to show his pearly smile. With the slightest gesture, he could make you feel like an idiot crushing school girl all over again.

Feeling your cheeks heat up a little, you shifted back to the topic at hand, “If I deal with your schedule, I get to put up with you,” you said, the biggest smile on your face and your voice starting to crack, “I consider myself very lucky.” The thought didn’t help the verge of your tears and finally, you had to do something about them. You tried to pull it off as stray eyelashes but your boyfriend knew better. As goofy as he was, he was incredible gentle and often claimed that for you…he was a complete mush.

“Babe,” he cooed through the laptop screen. You put your hand up to stop him, dropping it to cover your face. You hated him seeing you like this. Making him feel bad was the last thing you wanted to do. He couldn’t help his schedule and you never wanted to ask more of himself than he could give at the moment. But he was a wonderful boyfriend. He called, texted, and sent funny jokes, memes, and emojis enough for the two of you. You were just happy to have him in your life and that he loved you too. Maybe you really were a sappy, romantic, Happy Valentine’s Day, gushy-gushy, flowers-and-chocolates, stuffed animals as big as the room kind-of person.

Kim Seokjin could do that to a girl.

“I hate worrying you,” you said, “I’m fine. I just miss you and…I’m glad I have you in my life.” At this point, you stopped trying to stop the tears. They prickled gently at your cheeks and you smiled at him, trying to convey that you missed him but you were indeed fine.

“I love you, honey,” he said heavily, no ounce of of a joke on his lips or in his eyes. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Jin did what he does best.

He lightens the mood.

“Go get the box from the fridge,” he says, clapping his hands together, an eager smile on his face. He had you pick up a box from your favorite bakery. “Doing a lot of my own Valentine’s Day errands, aren’t I?” you asked, cocking your eyebrow.

“Just go and get the box,” he whined. You sigh with a smile and get up to do as he says. Taking the medium-sized box out, you brought it over to your set up. Placing it down in front so Seokjin could see, you give him a pointed look.

“You got the card I sent you?” you ask and he immediately holds in front of him so you can see…shaking it for the camera. You sent him a card a few days and told him to hold onto it since you knew you weren’t going to get to spend the day together. You promised one another not to get anything too crazy. A cake and a card with a romantic–and maybe slightly sexy–coupon book seemed reasonable.

“1, 2,…open!” your boyfriend exclaimed. On “open,” you opened the lid to what you assumed as a cake. It was and it was the cutest color of baby pink and you knew from the sprinkles that it was your favorite. In hot pink lettering, it said, “Wish I was there. Xoxo Jin.” The classic funfetti flavor from your favorite bakery in Seoul, which just opened a storefront in Busan, not far from your office. You had picked it up one the way home from work, per Seokjin’s request.

“Seokjinie…” you said, your eyes big and your tears threatening to fall again. He opened yours, pulling out the stapled booklet you had made him. Each page was handmade and customized.  He held it up too, laughing with his whole face, like he always does.

“Don’t spend it all in one place, honey,” you said, chuckling and wiping away your tears.

“Too late,” he said with a mischievous wink. He flipped through and started to list a few. “Hmmm….one back massage….one spa or hot springs date…one ice cream date…one…..Y/N…you dirty girl….” You felt your face heat up. You never felt particularly risque or sexy by yourself but your boyfriend had a knack for bringing out all your facets.

“I will for sure be splurging,” he said, holding the book to his chest for a moment before gingerly placing it on the table next to him. It was easy just to stare at him through the screen but it was even easier to wish you were looking at the real thing, touching the real thing. You’d give anything to grab his cheeks and kiss him breathless. You also wish that you could talk into the wee hours. However, it was getting close to midnight and according to the schedule he sent you, he had an early start tomorrow.

“I don’t want to cut our date short, sweetheart, but you have a 7:00 AM call time tomorrow…” you said, a frown for sure on your face. His face mirrored yours and he nodded solemnly.

“I love youuuuu,” he whined, leaning the side of his face into his hand.

“I love you too,” you said, “Call me tomorrow when you are on break.” You blow him a kiss and he one ups you with a ‘flying kiss.’ You giggled because your boyfriend was cutest and he knew it.

“Will do,” he said with a small wave. You were the one to disconnect the call because you knew if you didn’t do it then, it would happen. Just sitting there, staring at him is almost enough for you.

The rest of the night was slow moving, but Jin texted you a few times before he fell asleep. And with an emoji depicting a sleeping RJ with hearts, you knew he was done for the night. You texted him a few emojis before crawling into your bed and eventually falling asleep.

It felt like only a few hours that you had been asleep when you heard a knock at your door. You looked at your phone, it was 8:00 AM. Wow, that was some food baby, you thought to yourself. You pulled on some sweatpants because it was cold out and made your way to the front door. You couldn’t see anything through your door camera so when you opened the door to see your boyfriend standing there, huffing and puffing, you were startled.

“Jin…” you trailed off. What? How was he here?

He quickly pulled the coupon book out of his pocket. “I’ve come here to collect,” he said, that big stupid grin on his face.

“First of all, what are you doing here? Second of all, calm down and come inside.” You opened the door to let him in and he didn’t even bother to take his shoes off.

“My…schedule was cancelled early this morning so I hopped…on to the first train to Busan,” he said, doing the best he could catch his breath. You saw two suitcases in his hands.

“What in the hell, Seokjin!!!” you said, not being able to believe him.

“Kiss first, please. Anger later,” he said, still out of breath and a little needy. You sigh with a ‘fine’ and grab him by the collar of his coat, planting a firm kiss to his lips. God, you missed that. You gave him a second, softer one for good measure. After pulling away, your face was back to its previous state.

“You should have called,” you said.

“I wanted it to be a surprise…” he said, “I felt so bad about before—” You stopped him in his words with another kiss. This time, you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself sink into the feeling of being in front of him again.

“You are too sweet for my heart to handle,” you said against his mouth, not bearing the idea of pulling away from him.

“I would love to stay here and keep you here to myself all day but we have a ferry to catch in an hour….I never cancelled our plans.” he said. You groaned and he gingerly hands you one of the suitcases. “For you?” he said slash asked. You took the suitcase and dragged him by his hand to your room. On the way, you gave him a few orders. Five pairs of socks, five bras, five pairs of underwear. While you honestly didn’t trust him doing any of your packing, you’d rather him pack the skimpiest underwear you have instead of anything you’d actually be wearing out in public.

The two of you managed to get a bag packed and were out the door in less than 30 minutes.

“Jin?”

“What?” he said from in front of you.

“Don’t forget this,” you said, grabbing the coupon book he left on the small ledge by your door. You held it out to him and he took it but not before giving you another kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

And with that, the two of you were off.

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A Cake for a Cake [B.I/Hanbin]

[Requested]  Hello :) is it okay if I can request a Hanbin(iKON) scenario, where y/n is the nerdy girl at school who’s in love with the popular boy so y/n bothers him too much at times. The day of his birthday y/n bakes him a cake and when she takes to him she finds Hanbin with another girl, she leaves and leaves him alone for good. When Hanbin notice the attention that’s missing from her he tries to win her love back :). Thank you! I hope is not too much :( (angst and fluff)

a/n I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted. I’m having a bit of bad day today, so my writing isn’t in it’s top shape and I feel like I didn’t do as well of a job portraying Hanbin as I would’ve liked, but I tried my best to incorporate what you wanted in it without making it too long. Sorry if that made it feel a little rushed. 

I also didn’t edit for typos, so excuse them if there are any. I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to request again if it’s not exactly what you wanted and I promise to work harder on it next time. Or even if you just want a new scenario, I’ll do my best.

enjoy

-Kai

word count: 1648 genre: kind of fluffy? pairings: Hanbin x Reader (B.I iKon)

You took a deep breath as you stared down at the cake in your hand. It was nothing special, really. A small one with a little bit of chocolate icing on the top and with sloppy letters spelling out “Happy Bday” in pink letters. A little heart decorated the last letter and despite what may seem like a shabby appearance to the outside world, you had truthfully spent hours working on it.

Your eyes moved up to the house across the street, a red door painted in the front a basket of flowers on the front porch, most likely from one of the many female students at school who also adored the boy you had so much affection for.

Hanbin had been your crush for as long as you could remember, neighbors since you were both five, and even having been friends at one point, before you entered Junior High and things dwindled downhill. You hadn’t realized how serious your crush for the boy had been until he matured faster than you did, becoming extremely popular amongst your fellow classmates, and leaving you behind. At age 12, it was heartbreaking, but you knew from then on that your crush not something that would go away.

Even when he ignored you or acted like you weren’t neighbors, you followed him around like a puppy. A ‘good morning’ and wave goodbye from school happened every day, and on each of his birthdays you would make sure to give him a gift of some sort, always handmade with care. This year you had decided a cake to be the best possible gift - he probably had enough of your friendship bracelets at that point to make a scarf out of them, and you wondered if maybe changing it up and giving him something a little more practical would gain some much wanted affection, or appreciation at the very least.

You made your way across the street to his front door, your hands shaking a tad bit at the thought of seeing him again. At the ripe age of 18, Hanbin had only grown to be even more handsome, and you were completely smitten.

So much so that it was rather heartbreaking for you, when the boy you had a crush wasn’t even the one to answer his front door, but a girl you had never even met before.

You didn’t fully remember what happened after that, your ears ringing and distracting you from whatever was actually going on. You saw as she muttered something, most likely a thank you, took the cake, stating she would hand it over to Hanbin before walking back inside and shutting the door in your face.

You felt almost numb as you walked back to your house, and as you spent the entire evening switching from glancing out the window cautiously to sitting on the couch lost in your thoughts. It was hours later than you saw his door open and the girl walk out, Hanbin stepping from behind her. Your heart broke when he pulled her into a warm hug, and it was in that moment you truly realized you had no chance with the boy.

--

A couple of weeks passed. Not once did you greet Hanbin like you normally would’ve had, your “good mornings” replaced with a simply bow of your head before you scurried off. You didn’t think he would care, or even notice the difference for that matter.

But you were wrong.

Hanbin noticed by the second day that you had begun to ignore him. He noticed how you avoided eye contact, didn’t smile, or even speak to him.

Truthfully, he cared more than he would have liked to admit. His friendship with you in your younger days had been his most cherished, even if he never stated as much. When Junior High came about and he suddenly gained popularity and new friends, he hadn’t meant for there to be such a distance created between the two of you, it just sort of happened naturally.

But, he relished in the moments you would still try your hardest to be around him. It gave him a tiny sliver of hope that you could return back into your old friendship one day.

And the worst part of it, he didn’t even know why you had suddenly given up on him.

It was after by the start of the third week that he had finally had enough, and he approached you after school, cornering you into one of the empty classrooms before you managed to run away.

“Y/N, what exactly did I do?”

You were confused when he spoke to you properly for the first time in years. The most you had gotten out of him was a brief sentence about his day. It was even more confusing considering he had never once paid you any attention before, and you were positive he had a girlfriend.

You said, not quite ready for whatever game was about to go on, your heart unable to take the pain. “Nothing. I have to get home.”

He brought his arm up to prevent you from walking away, shaking his head at you. “I’m serious.”

“I am too.” You huffed, pushing his arm away.

You were done with whatever heartache that boy managed to bring you. You promised yourself you wouldn’t put yourself through it any longer. You walked past him without looking back, ignoring him when he called out to you.

--

The next day, a little note appeared in your locker. The only thing scribbled on it was an “i’m sorry”.

The was the start of it all.

Every day after, a new note appeared, each one saying something new. After the fifth note, a little gift also showed up with it, one being a little chocolate kiss, to a small stuffed animal.

It was quite easy for you to figure out who everything came from, though it was near impossible to understand why.

On the seventh note Hanbin wrote “meet me at my house after school. please.”

You contemplated not going, but every gift made you weak, and horribly confused and you just wanted to know why he was doing all of this. He had acted like he didn’t care for years, and now he suddenly did and it left your head reeling.

You didn’t even second guess yourself when you showed up on his steps like he asked - even further surprised by the giant teddy bear that sat on the porch, staring at you with another one of his notes tucked into the bow wrapped around it’s neck.

“come inside.”

With a deep breath, you placed your hand on the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open. Hanbin stood on the other side of it, a tentative smile on his face as he held a chocolate cake in his hands.

You were quite shocked to see him there, but when you opened your mouth to ask what all of this was about, he shook his head, signalling for you to simply listen.

“Y/N, I know I never really said it, or acted like it, but I’ve missed you from the day we stopped hanging out. It became a guilty pleasure of mine to see you follow me around so keenly, and when you suddenly stopped, I grew anxious about it.”

He placed the cake on the counter and walked closer to you, running a hand through his dark hair.

“I thought repeatedly about what could’ve caused you to start ignoring me. At first I thought maybe you had just finally gotten fed up with how I was acting, and then I thought that maybe you found someone else that you liked so you didn’t care for me anymore. But, then I remembered the cake that was delivered to my door on my birthday.”

You blushed when he looked at his own cake with a warm smile.

“I was really happy when my cousin brought it in for me, telling me it was from you. I didn’t even think to realize that maybe you had gotten the wrong impression until I replayed the situation in my head.” Hanbin reached down and grabbed your hand in his. “I’m sorry if I made you think I had a girlfriend. That was just my cousin who came to see me for my birthday. I promise. I haven’t thought about about dating anyone since we stopped being friends, because I’ve honestly liked you this entire time, y/n.”

You frowned at him when the words left his mouth, each on settling in your head bit by bit. It didn’t fully hit you what he was saying until, he bit his lip in worry at your silence.

He had missed you, all this time.

“Why have you ignored me, then? If this was how you felt.” You questioned, shaking your head at him.

“Because I’m an idiot. You were the first girl I ever liked, and still like I didn’t know how to act around you. I’m sorry it took you ignoring me to figure out that I needed to stop acting so childish. I promise I won’t act like that any longer.”

It sunk in that Hanbin had just confessed to you, almost immediately after that. You were perhaps far too naive for your own good, but all of those hurt feelings of the years of being ignored and the jealousy of the girl, who actually turned out to be just a relative, vanished.

Hanbin liked you. He really liked you back and you couldn’t contain how happy and giddy that made you. He saw the smile creeping onto your face, the pink tint filling your cheeks and gave you a playful smirk, grabbing your other hand in his and pulling you closer.

“Y/N,” He started, the twinkle in his eye matching yours. “Will you please be my girlfriend?”

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