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You *are* a bitch
if you're gonna insult me the least you can do is use proper grammer
Anyone got drama recommendations where the woman is the ceo or just rich etc...so tired of seeing the dame tropes in kdrama land why doesn't anyone want to do anything different 😭😔
MAJOR DIVERGENCIES . this will be added to as they come to me . i am also working through a massive google document of every major event in janes timeline ( re my personal canon ) from pre season to post season ( & all seasons in between ) .
this is a quick write up of a couple of the larger divergencies that came to mind . enjoy !
meng yao always sleeps sandwiched between mingjue - head pillowed on his arm, fingers pressing against the hot skin beneath his shirt - and xichen - kept warm by the press of a body against his back, an arm around his waist, fingers splayed across his stomach.
he doesn’t always start there.
some nights he goes to bed before even xichen - on the days when he’s just too tired - and he’ll wake up sometime during the night, held so tightly by two sets of arms that he can barely breathe. yet those nights he breathes the deepest he ever does, the weight of the two bodies a comfort.
some nights he goes to bed after xichen, and those nights he curls up close to his side, his fingers only a breath away from touching skin. he rolls away to let xichen have his space, only to find himself tugged back by a hand on his wrist, the chest below him warm and solid. he stares down at xichen - who didn’t even wake up - and he can’t help but let himself fall just a little bit more in love.
those nights mingjue tries not to wake them, but meng yao is a light sleeper and mingjue’s steps are hard to make soft. meng yao reaches for him as he sits on the edge of the bed - a rough hand slides across sheets to meet his, fingers lacing through his own. mingjue doesn’t crowd him, but somehow by the morning the hand will have become an arm around him, his body pressed close to meng yao’s.
some nights he’s the last to bed. he stands in the doorway and stares at the mess of limbs that make up his lovers, at the way mingjue holds xichen to his chest like he’s something precious - he is - at the way xichen’s arm is stretched across the empty bed, like he’s searching for something - someone - that isn’t there.
meng yao stares at them and wonders how there could possibly be a place for him, wonders how he ever thought he could belong.
he climbs into the empty space and makes himself as small as he can, a gnawing emptiness eating at his insides, his thoughts too loud to let him sleep.
those nights he is alone.
until xichen finds what he’s been searching for and rolls towards him, his chest pressing flush against his back, heartbeat a steady reminder - i am here. i am yours. i love you.
until mingjue reaches across the body between them, his fingers soft and gentle as they slide through meng yao’s, a reminder that he is there too, that he always will be - you are here. you are ours. you are loved.
those nights love settles over meng yao like a blanket and he doesn’t question it, doesn’t deny the warmth that flutters against his chest
those nights he lets himself be loved
eid mubarak !!💓💓
yuraaaa!!! hiiii my angel!!! thank you so so much!! eid mubarak to you too lovely!!