#and everyone keeps being weird to him (this man wouldn't recognize flirting if his life depended on it. which it might actually)

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Silly thought of the day ft. a very helpful System:

Airplane is not happy with how the story turned out, especially now that he lives in it. The System is not happy with the world either because sure, it's not unusual for Literary Worlds to revolve around their Protagonists, but they are usually, you know, less boring? It's nothing but cheap villain plots and papapa in PIDW, not even a decent tournament arc or lasting rival in sight!

So they conspire together to change things. Small changes that are within acceptable parameters by System guidelines can still add up to meaningful differences and maaaaybe the System looks the other way once or twice so Shang Qinghua can mess with events that will spiral out into big backstory changes - like leaving a very well-forged report about Wu Yanzi's hideout being in a certain city on the desk of the sect leader. Wu Yanzi is a big enough fish that catching him would net the sect quite some fame, actually. So when the masters and their head disciples go to investigate they will be hosted by the Qius and would you look at that, Qingyuan's little slave brother really does have excellent aptitude, how much for that angry brat? They will take him.

Eventually things are changed enough that when Luo Binghe is born the System does an evaluation and oh no, they will have to change the genre and revamp the story and maybe the world as well, what a shame... The System can't high-five Airplane, but it would if it could.

So now they need a new genre, a new protagonist and probably a new story. They decide on harem romance, because it's a popular genre (makes it less likely that the world gets decommissioned due to bad audience ratings) and System likes harem shenanigans, it was the main reason why it volunteered to pilot PIDW before it realized that the world as a whole sucked and its superiors really needed to learn how to tag better, because there's a difference between a story with a harem in it and a harem story, you know.

But System is spoiled by having a transmigrator who cooperated with it and helped it flesh out backstory bits, so it really wants the new protagonist to be like Airplane in that regard. It would love to have Airplane as the protagonist, actually, but he's the Author already so it would be a conflict of interest and even System can't bend the rules that far, sorry. When it's time to pick a new Protagonist, it looks over the list of potential Beta Readers instead and zeroes in on Shen Yuan and his obsession with solving plot holes and writing pages long headcanon posts about PIDW beasts. He couldn't be any more perfect for their purposes!

The System's plan is as follows: take one transmigrator nerd, give him a suitable role (young Lord of the Beast Taming Peak returning from a decade-long expedition into the unknown reaches of the demon realm), equip him with an industrial strength wifebeam (guaranteed to work on any and all martial brothers and more!!!) and then sit back with popcorn and opera glasses and what the chaos unfold.

What could possibly go wrong?

[slowdiived]

i wouldn’t get so mad (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

more angst i am so sorry. kurt is kinda cray in this one but i’ll redeem him… maybe…

alison pulled you to the side after you watched kurt walk off with alexa. you noticed how hard it was for you to be able to grasp what had actually just happened. you felt such a weird rage build inside you where you wanted to rip that girl to shreds.

"hey, are you okay?" alison asked, her hand pressed to your upper arm.

you think for a second and look up at her.

"i'm pretty messed up but like, don't tell kurt," you pleaded in a slow tone.

"no not that," she looked intensely into your eyes. "she was just hardcore flirting with your man."

your eyes got wide.

"was she actually?" you yelled out, alison's hand coming out to tell you to lower your voice.

"yeah," she sighed. "maybe i should go tell him to come back here and grab you so you guys can talk or something. at least get him away from her."

your stomach felt awful as your anxiety spiked.

"he wouldn't do anything t-though," you tried to convince your friend. "he just doesn't grasp social cues the best, he just w-wants to meeeet famous people because he is obsessed with being an influencer. he l-loves me very deeply and i t-trust him."

she gave you another sad look, nodding at your admission.

you wondered for a moment if he did love you. he says he does and he does things that a person in love would do, but what if you were just imagining it the whole time and he couldn’t give less of a shit? what if he was just using you for his fame?

alison shook you out of your spiraling thoughts.

“let’s go find him,” she grabbed your hands and started walking you through the room to the kitchen.

you weren’t focused on the task at hand, just unwillingly throwing your feet forward to keep up with your friend. you looked around the kitchen, amazed at the size. marble countertops that didn’t look like cheap ones most people have nowadays, lots of food stocked up and nice cabinets that were painted a dark green color. it was crazy how expensive that kitchen could be on it’s own.

you were then pulled to another room that looked like a second living room. you stared at the white leather couches, the intricate designs on the wall, the giant tv that could’ve been taller than you. there was even a ps5 sitting on the entertainment center.

“damn,” you whispered to yourself.

alison asked a person you couldn’t fully recognize if they had seen kurt come through. your head brought you back full circle to the blaring issue. kurt left you to talk to a woman that was much more prettier and famous than you.

you felt small as the walls of the room seemed to rise at your sadness. you got teary eyed, feeling insignificant. you didn’t even want to go out in the first place and kurt made you. he made you come to the stupid event where you had to meet people and fit in. by proxy he made you come to this party where he left you for a pornstar.

what the fuck.

“he’s upstairs,” the person gestured.

“thanks,” alison then yanked you to the nearby set of spiral stairs.

you carefully walked on each step, nervous you would fall. the steps would look far away and then suddenly get bigger, your head playing so many tricks on you. you told yourself to just breathe and keep going.

alison was nervous for you. she slowed down her pace as she looked behind her to see you staring at the steps with such an assassin’s focus. nothing like meeting your friend in real life for the first time.

as you both made it to the top, you sighed with relief washing over you. at least that stressor was gone, time for the big one to circle through your head.

you promised yourself to never get high again.

your friend started opening doors one by one, being met with an empty bathroom or empty filming station. she then opened a door where kurt, alexa, two other girls and a boy sat on a large bed.

“uh, hi kurt,” alison said awkwardly while everyone’s eyes landed on her and your spaced out, mascara ridden face. “i think you need to take her home.”

you looked at her with a face of disgust.

“w-what?” you asked, trying to seem normal. “i-i think i’m fine.”

kurt immediately stood up and walked over to the two of you. you noticed his tie was undone and that managed to make your tears come back.

the tie that you tied for him was undone. he didn’t care and untied it once you weren’t around. your head started screaming at you about how he didn’t want you anymore.

“what happened?” he asked, his face full of shock. “d-did she get hurt? i t-thought she was safe with you guys.”

you felt like you were being ignored, once again feeling too small to be heard. everyone soon looked like they were towering around you.

“she had too much,” alison looked at him with a glare. “i think you need to get her home pronto.”

he grabbed you by your hand and walked away from everyone. he didn’t utter a word, his pace fast as he led you back to those stupid stairs. you tried to match his pace, each foot awkwardly hitting each step. you felt like you were seconds from losing your balance, scared to knock kurt down if you fell.

once you defeated the stairs again, he pulled you to the front door and opened it. you both walked out and you shut the door behind you as he got to the car.

“are you mad at me?” your eyes were sad as he opened your passenger side door.

“just get in,” he sighed. “y-your scaring me.”

you gave him a confused look.

“scaring you?” you asked with a hint of animosity to your voice. “you just nearly dragged me down the stairs and didn’t even ask me if i’m okay!”

he looked upset, tilting his head to the side and wrapping his arms around his chest. he scanned you and you could tell he knew.

“what did you take?” he asked sternly, making your heart race.

“just took shots, rem-remember?” you stuttered after trying to seem like he was being overly suspicious for no reason.

“no, there is something else wrong with y-you (y/n),” he furrowed his eyebrows. “what else did you take?”

his tone scared you.

“i-i-“ you hesitated but threw your arms up. “i took hits from alison’s weed vape thing, i don’t know what it is. not a big deal.”

“not a big deal?” he yelled, an anger that you hadn’t ever witnessed. “i was trying to talk to alexa and her friends about future collabs and merch d-drops, and i have to hear- be interrupted by your friend because y-you needed to go home. you know how i fucking feel about drugs (y/n).”

you felt so guilty, tears rushing down. you felt like you were suffocating, your lungs wanted to collapse. you felt angry but so disappointed with yourself.

“i-i’m sorry,” you managed to choke out. “i didn’t want to f-find you, i-it was alison’s idea-“

“oh you’re sorry?” he asked, yanking his tie off and throwing it in the still open door to the car. “god, how can you b-be so stupid?”

the air got thick and you both stood there shocked that he would even say that. he looked so angry, his cheeks red and you could swear that you saw steam run out of his ears like a cartoon.

“me, stupid?” you asked in disbelief. “you fucking left me. you fucking left me to talk to a pornstar that was so obviously hitting on you right in fucking front of me kurt! you forced me to go to this stupid event and made me buy a dress that i feel horrible in- and god these fucking shoes-“

you loosened the straps and pulled the heels off your feet.

“these stupid fucking shoes that make my fucking feet hurt,” you threw them on the ground. “i saw the stupid way you looked at her and the stupid way you embarrassed me in front of everyone. you let go of my fucking hand and left me! but i’m stupid because i wanted to fit in and have fun meeting some fucking friends? i’m not like your fucking dad kurt, i’m not gonna do heroin and fuck up your life! and you need to stop treating me like i’m a fucking child!”

you turned around and started stomping out of the driveway. he ran after you and asked where you were going.

“i’m walking home,” you said, bare feet on the gravel. “i’d rather be stupid then be around you.”

he grabbed your arm.

“i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to say that,” he pleaded. “just get in the car and we can go home, like get you all cleaned up and we can go to bed, talk about this in the morning, yeah?”

“no,” you yelled, turning around and yanking your arm from him. “i don’t want to go to my home with you. maybe you can just stay with alexa, fucking shoot some only fans content.”

his face was just utterly confused at your statements. you just kept crying, gasping for air.

“what is going on with you?” he asked softly.

“you untied your tie when you were with her,” you broke down further. “i tied that for you because i knew how important the event was to you. i knew how important it was for you to look nice for everyone. i did it because i love you.”

he started crying hard at your words, still confused but feeling guilty as well. you just looked at him, wiping your cheeks. he was hiding in his hands, sobs loud as he choked on them.

“just get in the c-car s-so i can know you are g-getting home safely,” he cried. “please.”

you nodded and walked back up to your shoes, picking them up and throwing them into your seat. you grabbed the purse you left in the car and pulled out your phone. he got in and backed out of the driveway.

you went onto instagram and saw he had posted the photos you guys took, captioning them:

best night ever with my angel 💙✌️

posted thirty minutes ago.