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

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

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

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

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

How it feels getting into a new popular fandom and having so many fics and edits to read and catch up to.

(In honour of me finally watching supernatural)

When every virgin reader is a petite, white sundress, childish, pigtailed, ‘doe eyed’ innocent girl

when the fic has 10k+ words, fluff, angst, smut right at the end, friends to lovers, character who’s down bad for reader, AND Y/N DOESNT ACT LIKE A CHILD

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When y/n does something so cringe that i have to look at the invisible camera for a sec.

me staring at the search bar trying to decide which fictional man I’ll read about tonight:

nobody has been there for me like the ‘x reader’ tag has been there for me

“and then there were no new posts in the _____ x reader tag”

“what kind of person saves fics for later but never goes back to read them?”

you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.

you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame