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shadowetienne · 4 years

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Etienne’s Top Fives of 2019: Cpop Edition - Groups

Starting a new set with my Cpop Top Fives! First up: Groups.

This year was a little bit sparser for me in the Cpop department. I’ve struggled with keeping up with some groups, and some groups have disbanded or just not been active (or are going through a slow disbandment even if they’ve not officially fallen to bits). It’s also just harder for me to keep track of Cpop groups in general (please talk to me about Cpop, especially if you like groups, share things with me!!).

If a group has subunits or members doing things solo under the auspices of the group, I consider that part of the body of work of the group over the course of the year as long as the group has also done stuff as a group. (If there is solo stuff done not connected to the group it gets a little blurrier, but I try not to have soloists and groups overlap.)

The list with representative MVs is under the cut!

Cpop is what got me into pop music, back in the late 90s/early 2000s, Cpop was literally the only pop music I listened to. But things have changed, and my access has changed... I feel like there has also just been a major drop off in Cpop groups (as opposed to soloists which still seem to be going pretty strong). The recent uptick in competition shows seems to be bringing back the group as a format a little bit, and I hope to see that trend continue at least some, but so far, I’m struggling with finding groups that I really love. Please send me suggestions! Give me things to search up and enjoy! My level of Chinese is such that once I know what to search for/where in general to look, I can find more by myself, but generic searches to find things are hard because there’s an overwhelming amount for me to read through.

Here’s a shoutout to the groups that made the preliminary list (in the order I wrote them down over the course of the year): 疾风少女 [Blast Girl/Jifeng Shaonu] {Kimberley, Chen Fangyu, Liu Renyu, Wang Ju, Li Zixuan, Gao Yingxi, Qi Yandi, Liu Xiaoyu} (“疾风” [“Blast]) [They didn’t make the final cut primarily because they were a short term group formed for this song. I enjoyed the song itself and them working together post PD101China a lot!], Desert 5 ( “戰場”[“Battlefield”]) [This was a fun little collab group post Qing Chun You Ni, and it had a lot of contestants who didn’t make it that I liked, but they had a very short existence and one, admittedly very good, song.], R1SE (“谁都别吝啬” [“Be Yourself”]) [I wasn’t entirely happy with the results of Produce Camp, though my only favorite who made it as far as the final did make it into the final group. I haven’t been following them as closely as some other groups, but I have been trying to give their music a chance.], Tangram (“Focus” {MV released in Jan but song last year} / “Stay With You” audio released this year) [I love Tangram a lot, but their MV/song release situation was confusing this year.].

Honorable Mention: S.I.N.G. (“Mermaid” {Jiang Shen solo} / “觸電” [“Electric Shock”] / “千盞” [“Millenium”] / “解夢” [“Dream”])

MV Link: https://youtu.be/mJHgG14eLQE (“千盞” [“Millenium”])

I was in a slightly weird place with S.I.N.G. this year with my favorite member is out until mid 2020. Even so, I quite liked “千盞” [“Millenium”] and to a slightly lesser extent “解夢” [“Dream”]. I love the fact that S.I.N.G. incorporates a lot of more classical Chinese elements into their music, and the dances for the songs are always interesting. (Bias: Lai Meiyun (who is out for Rocket Girls), to a lesser extent Xu Shiyin)

5) Rocket Girls (“风” [“Wind”] / “飒小姐” [“Extraordinary Girl”])

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I have been pleasantly surprised with how happy I’ve been with Rocket Girls considering all the issues I had with PD101China as it was airing. They’ve produced a lot of songs I like! This year was solid, and I’ve enjoyed that they’ve tried to style all the girls in ways that suit them consistently. “风” [“Wind”] (above) was probably my favorite release from them this past year! (Biases: Sunnee, Lai Meiyun, but I’m fond of quite a few of the others, this group just took two of my biases from other groups)

4) 木及少年 [Muji Shaonian] (“专属爱称” [Exclusive Love])

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I love these boys so much as a group, and I want to see more from them! Though I liked their 2018 MV better than the “专属爱称” [Exclusive Love] MV (above), I did think that this was cute and showed off their voices pretty well! They also did release “七剑雨茫似无双” [Seven Swords] MV this year, which I liked better in some ways. This year also featured my two favorite members going on Produce Camp, and while I have a lot of mixed feelings about that (and sad feelings that neither of them did as well as I hoped they would), it did give me more content for them, which was nice. (Biases: Lin Yadong, Zhang Dayuan)

3) Oner (“Attack”)

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Well, this was a rough year for this group in some ways, generally a messy loss of a member. I am not commenting on that in particular, but I was really glad to see Oner release an as three MV, even just animated, of “Attack” (above), and start releasing more content towards the end of the year. I am hoping that 2020 is going to be a year with good outcomes for the remaining three members. (Biases: Ling Chao, Mu Ziyang)

2) Unine (“Bomba” / “Set It Off”)

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Unine is about the most excited I’ve ever been for the line up of a competition show group. It was two off from my ideal line up, and I don’t dislike any of the members, and every single one of the members that I desperately wanted to make it did. I’ve been happy to see them relatively active in their first year making group music, and it’s a good sign that some of the issues that came up with Nine Percent have been figured out for a short term group this time around. “Set It Off” (above) was definitely my favorite release from them, but they’ve been overall solid, and they’re excellent performers. (Biases: Wenhan, Zhenning, Mingming, Changxi, but honestly... most of them, like I said, two off my ideal line up)

1) Nex7 (“頭號任務” [“Number One Task”] / “WYTB”)

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Nex7 (NEXT, however they’re billing themselves right now) is rising to be one of my definite favorite new wave Cpop groups in that they are a long term group that consistently puts out music that I like and is being promoted as a group not just a collective of soloists that sometimes does things together. I appreciate that Yuehua is working on refreshing the group format through this group, and hopefully more to come. (Biases: Zhengting, Quanzhe, Chengcheng)

#Etienne's Top Fives of 2019 #Cpop Edition #Cpop #Cpop Groups #Groups #personal #in no particular order #groups that are mentioned within #for my personal reference #Oner #Unine #Nex7 #YH Next #Mu Ji Shao Nian #木及少年 #Rocket Girls #S.I.N.G.

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moonstruckbucky · 4 years

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The Recruit (8/?)

Summary: Becoming a SHIELD agent had been your dream and finally, you’ve achieved it. You’re at the top of your class in every field except one—hand to hand combat, and it doesn’t impress Captain Rogers in the slightest. Instead, it seems to convince him you’re useless, setting off a tense relationship between the two of you. In an effort to bridge the gap, Bucky offers to help you train to earn your way back into Steve’s good graces. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes (not Stucky)

Warnings for Chapter: Angst, pouty Steve. More soft Bucky. That’s it, that’s the warning.

Notes: Thank you all for the feedback of the previous chapter and for your patience while real life took over for a bit. Someone mentioned that they felt like Bucky/their relationship wasn’t featured enough, so I hope this chapter fulfills that for you! x

Also, a giant thank you to @marauderskeeper for this beautiful artwork!!! I’m so fucking in love with this! How perfect is this artwork, y’all?!

Steve finds patterns in the ceiling, shapes. It’s near-silent in the room save the sound of peepers through the open window, the soft breathing beside him. The weight against his chest shifts, sighs, rolls over, and he swallows thickly. Traces the lines of her body even though they’re all wrong, catches the scent of her hair - the wrong color.

He isn’t a stranger to the modern concepts of love and relationships, but it’s an indulgence he doesn’t frequently partake in. The women he meets are great, just none seem to strike that chord in him. None that seem to challenge him or intrigue quite like you.

The woman leaves with a friendly smile, an easy exit with no lingering questions of another night together or anything. He remains in bed for a little while longer, hands tucked up behind his head as he connects constellations in the ceiling. Training begins in thirty minutes, and he inhales deeply to quell the raging in his belly. He’s nervous; it’s the first he’ll see you after his apology.

He’d heard about your successful mission and he’s proud, almost excited for you, even though he knows he has no right. His treatment of you only serves to prove he’s failed as Captain; he’s meant to lead and guide and encourage. Instead, he judged and ridiculed and humiliated, drove you to the point of persevering to prove him wrong.

And you did. He’s embarrassed, ashamed - but proud all the same.

He dresses slowly in the SHIELD-issued black tac pants and navy t-shirt, the SHIELD logo emblazoned on the breast. Someone like Nat or Bucky or even Sam might accuse him of stalling as he carefully and meticulously laces his sneakers, but to anyone else he’d appear sluggish. To anyone else, he’d say he’s tired, that he’d had a late night, but if it were any of the aforementioned three, he’d pointedly keep his mouth shut.

He’s nervous - he’s man enough to admit it. He’s unsure of what to expect, unsure if he’d imagined his apology and your reluctance to believe him. He hates not being sure, not being confident, hates being thrown off his axis, out of balance. Structure, routine, and control is weaved into his DNA, and by apologizing, he’s given up that control, given a piece of him away for someone to do with as she pleases.

He hates it, loathes the way it makes his movements slower, stiffer, like he slept on a bad mattress all night instead of his cushy pillow-top next to a warm body. A warm body he really had no business bringing back here last night, but he brushes that thought away.

He takes a little longer than usual brushing and inspecting his teeth, snarling into the mirror and using floss of all things until he looks at the time and knows he can’t put this off any longer. Schooling his features into impassive steel, Steve sweeps from his room. The ride in the elevator down to the training room is spent building up a wall in his mind, a wall away from her - from you.

You’re already there when he enters, along with Bucky and a few other recruits. You’re smiling, teasing Bucky, and it puts lead in his chest. Absolutely scorches when you notice him and your smile promptly drops. He feels his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows heavily, and the burn in his chest lessons only a little when you offer him a respectful nod.

He returns it, catches Bucky’s eye and his friend gives him a reassuring smile. Steve’s not sure it helps. Mentally shaking it off, he begins the session, starts them off with running laps while he and Bucky spectate.

Steve can’t help but watch you; you’ve got near-perfect running form and you seem unbothered by your knee. You keep pace with everyone, even set it once or twice, and his scrutiny of you means he catches every little side-glance you give his best friend. The little curl at the corners of your lips, a darting glance away.

He catches the same expression on Bucky’s face - and he knows. How could he not know? The way he’d intervened when Steve was being unreasonably harsh, the easy, gentle teasing between you just now, the ever-present smile on Bucky’s face whenever he looks at his phone, the secret glances now as you increase the pace and pull ahead.

As Steve moves the group on to sparring sessions, the looks between you and Bucky become less sneaking and more appraising, and Steve has to dig hard beneath to find any joy that his friend has found his own happiness. Steve knows Bucky deserves it, after all he’s been through and yet.

The obvious connection between the two of you makes his chest hurt and jaw clench so tight it aches. When Bucky calls on you to demonstrate with him, Steve has to hide his curled fists in the pockets of his sweats.

His mind is muddled; he has no reason to be this angry - jealous, surely - but angry? No. Aggravated enough he wants to knock Bucky’s teeth out, sick enough at the sight of the two of you, moving in such synchrony, that he almost looks for the closest trash barrel.

Instead, he pushes the recruits hard, calls out tips to avoid making his previous mistake again, and offers assistance where it’s needed. An adjusted position here, a tip about roundhouse kicks there. He can almost ignore you and Bucky grunting and shouting only feet away.

You, meanwhile, are almost hyper-aware of Steve and the one-eighty he’s seemed to have made. He’s keeping his distance, though you don’t miss the pinched expression to his face or the underhanded glances he shoots you. Probably anticipating a snarky reply or otherwise prove you aren’t trying to remain civil.

He’s made his way over as Bucky pulls you into a headlock, the position warming something deep within you. His arm is loose enough around your neck that he isn’t cutting off any air, but his pelvis is flush with your backside and you even think he’s grinding it - imperceptibly enough that it goes unnoticed by the others. He’s fresh, you’re learning, pushing boundaries wherever he can.

Normally, you’d play along, dig and push a little back, but not with Steve watching the way he is. Arms crossed, feet hip-width apart in his typical Captain stance, but he’s far less rigid than he was. You execute S.I.N.G. (solar plexus, instep, nose, groin) with anxious butterflies, but you manage to successfully complete the move, spin, and move to jab Bucky again.

Steve’s voice is even gentle when he tells you, “Move your feet. Don’t lock up or remain stationary.”

It’s such a far cry from his previous gruff behavior that it throws you, knocks you slightly off-kilter so that you stumble into Bucky’s chest. With heat in your cheeks, you push away from him, try to resume as if you didn’t fumble at all. You’re meant to be the picture of indifference and yet Steve’s one-eighty has you completely floored.

Should you be, though? He did promise you he’d be better, and so far he’s kept that promise. Perhaps a part of you hadn’t believed him, hadn’t had any reason to believe him - about anything. The fact that he’s trying stirs something in you, and it leaves you open to wind up face-down on the mat.

“Shit,” you grunt as the wind rushes from your lungs.

“That’s what happens when you get distracted,” Bucky teases before reaching with his metal hand to help you to your feet. “Your enemy won’t hesitate to exploit that opening if you give it to them.”

“Yeah,” you agree on a sigh, “yeah. Let’s do it again.”

The warmth in your cheeks doesn’t cool as you run through your spar again. This time, you manage to block out Steve’s close scrutiny and get Bucky on his back, a knee pressed into his chest. You know he can toss you off without a hitch but he lays there, lets you have the win.

“Better,” Steve compliments with an approving nod. You can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, so you stare at his chest - which, to your shocking admission, isn’t all that much better. The intrusive thought forces you to duck your head, busy yourself with your water bottle as Bucky and Steve begin a rundown of the next exercise.

If either notice you take a little longer to collect yourself, they don’t say anything. After a few more moments of distracting yourself with your water bottle, you return to the group as the Captain and Bucky begin a mock-mission to sharpen your skills.

By the time you’re released from training, you’re covered in a layer of sweat that shimmers under the overhead lights, your mind is tapped, and your entire body feels like it went a round or five against Mike Tyson - super soldiers in your case, but they’d pulled their punches. The muscles in your back pull taut as you stretch, a tightness that makes you wince, expel a tiny whimper.

A gasp as a set of hands lands on your back - one warm, the other just slightly cooler - and the thumbs dig in, find the tightest muscles and press.

“Fuck,” you hiss, arching against Bucky’s skilled hands. A pained smile over your shoulder and, “Hi.”

“Hi.” He grins and leans forward to drop a kiss to your temple. “You did good today.”

“Feels like I went ten rounds with an MMA fighter, but thank you.” Another hmph as Bucky digs his knuckles into your lower back, and a sigh as the tightened muscles release. You slouch against him, disregarding the slight dampness to his compression t-shirt, and turn your face into his neck.

“Feel better?” he asks, throat vibrating against your forehead. Wordlessly, you nod.

“Until tomorrow when it really sets in. You’ll have to carry me everywhere,” you retort cheekily, tilting your face to meet his glimmering eyes.

“Oh, will I?” A teasing upturn of his lips and your eyes dart to them, hold there for a moment as your heart trips over itself in your chest.

“Uh huh.” A pause, then you shrug. “Or you can just stay in bed with me.”

The darkening of his eyes is offset sharply by the awkward look that suddenly shadows his face, cheeks going rouge as he quickly averts his eyes. It’s an odd reaction, and you tilt your head, mouth popping open before he overrides you.

“Whatever you want, doll,” he assures with a smile, all traces of bashfulness gone.

It’s a bit disconcerting how quickly his charming, easy-going demeanor is back in place, but you chalk it up to his former status as an assassin. Give nothing away, a mask he can flip off and on. He further pulls your mind away by lifting your hand to his lips and dotting small kisses across your knuckles.

“C’mon. Should take an ice bath for those muscles.” And he tugs you down the hallway.

“Mother of fucking SHIT.”

Bucky chortles, applies pressure to your shoulders to keep you from popping out of the bathtub he’s filled with ice and water. There’s a burn in your limbs from the cold, and your nails scrape at the ceramic of the tub, squeaking in the small space. Breath rushing in and out as you try to relax, loosen your sore, tightened muscles to let the coldness do its job.

But it’s hard, your mind whines, and your verbalize said whine pathetically.

“It’s so cold.” It’s a whisper, because speaking any louder is downright impossible as your brain works overtime to warm your body.

“I was frozen in ice off and on for seventy years,” he reminds you teasingly, “you can handle it.”

You hiss a laugh, and it makes his mouth twitch. He recalls the first time he ever made a joke about his history with HYDRA. Steve nearly shit a brick before chiding him about how he shouldn’t joke about such things.

“Steve, it happened to me,” he’d reminded, “I should be able to joke about it all I want. Better than going into total shutdown every time HYDRA is mentioned.”

Steve hadn’t said anything after that, but each time Bucky made a jab at HYDRA, he didn’t miss the disapproving gleam in his friend’s eye.

He feels relief that you laugh, feels, well, normal, and like he’s made progress if he feels he can confidently joke about his trauma. He knows he’s made progress, but there are still instances where he feels the others aren’t so sure.

With you, though, he doesn’t have to second-guess it. You don’t treat him like glass, like he’s going to shatter at the first sign of distress. It’s refreshing from the overbearing manner with which Steve treats him on most occasions. He’s thankful you hadn’t known the Bucky from before, the one Steve grew up with, the ghost of a time that’ll never come again. You’ve nothing to compare him to, nothing to miss like Steve does. It’s as refreshing as ice cream on a hot day...or an ice bath following a rigorous workout.

“C-Can I g-ge-get out yet?” Your teeth are chattering, arms crossed tightly over your chest and rubbing at your arms, riddled with gooseflesh. Your lips are even turning slightly blue as they wobble with the cold.

“Can you feel your muscles?” he asks, reaching for the towel he’d placed on the toilet seat.

“I ca-can’t f-f-feel my lips, never m-mind my mus-muscles.” The snark is lost amongst the clicking of your teeth, but it gleams heavy in your eyes. Smirking, Bucky holds out the towel and helps you stand on shaky legs, like Bambi on ice.

Leggings and sports bra plastered like a second skin, they in no way help to warm you even out of the ice, and after you’re wrapped in the towel, Bucky gives you your privacy to strip down and get changed. Movements unsteady, your wet clothes are plopped into a pile on the tile floor and new, warm, dry clothes are hastily thrown on. Despite the rigorous workout this morning, you feel freshly invigorated, like maybe you could run a mile - once feeling comes back to your legs, that is.

Burrowed in the new clothes, you step out of the bathroom to see Bucky reclined on your bed, looking quite at home. It puts a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest as you approach, and it only grows when he opens his arms for you to burrow into the heat of him. His arms wind around you, the metal one a comforting weight against your back.

It’s silent for a little while, a peaceful blanket pulled over the two of you in the small space of your room. Bucky’s chest rises and falls gently beneath your cheek, slow breaths, and you almost think he’s asleep until he speaks.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

You ponder for a couple beats. “What’s your favorite part of the 21st century? I mean, you were frozen off and on for so long, you didn’t really get a chance to enjoy anything right?”

He hears the trepidation in your voice, the slight intonation that you might actually be crossing a line by asking. He smiles, chuckles a little so you know you haven’t offended him.

“Is it predictable to say the food?” At your head shake, he goes on, “I mean, in the 30s and 40s, we barely had nothin’. Sometimes we’d all go to bed hungry with no dinner, and sometimes I gave my sisters my portion of food. I was the oldest, you know? Had to take care of my family. But now...now there’s just, so much. And so many different kinds! You know, when I first came to the compound, after Shuri fixed my noggin, I didn’t eat a lot. Ate only what I thought I was allowed to eat. One small serving. Was still going to bed hungry even when all this food was at my disposal.

Then Steve came to talk to me. Told me he was the same way, when he first came out of the ice. Said he had to take it slow because even though he was bigger, his body wasn’t used to eating so much. Neither was mine, even though I was healthier when I... before. HYDRA didn’t feed me, not really. No hot, home-cooked meal for the Fist. It was MREs, or a feeding tube - if I was awake long enough at the base. My system got used to it, and then when HYDRA fell, it was always...Ramen or canned meat, some fruit, if I could afford it. Nothing real substantial. Even in Wakanda, I was still only eating small portions. My first three-course meal here, I puked it all up. I was so astounded by the fact that I could eat as much as I wanted to, but my body wasn’t ready for it. It was used to rationing itself on small meals, used to fasting sometimes, too. But it got better. I ate a little more at each meal, got my body used to eating three times a day. Started working out more, too, to up my hunger. Eventually I could put away three servings at each meal and still have room for dessert. I’ve got a wicked sweet tooth.”

The last line is so unexpected, it makes you snort, choke on the breath, before you can laugh for real. It’s short, though, when you take in the entirety of his story and realize there’s so much you still have to learn about one James Barnes, so much of himself to reveal, so many layers to peel back so you can see who he truly is. A little skip in your heartbeat betrays your excitement to find out, if he’ll let you.

"I’ve got a list,” he then says, “of things people have recommended I try. Maybe you can help me cross some of them off, huh?”

“Bucky Barnes, are you officially asking me on a date?” you tease, leaning your head back to aim a cheeky smirk his way.

His chest rumbles against with that warm chuckle that warms you to your bones. “Suppose I am. You gonna leave a guy hangin’?”

“Hm, I suppose then I could assist you with this foodie bucket list. We’ll make a cultured man out of you yet.”

#the recruit #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #steve x you #steve x you x bucky #bucky x you x steve #bucky x reader x steve #steve x reader x bucky

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linglynz · 3 years

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Emperor's Smile! I'll give you a jar, so pretend you didn't see me?

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jackredfieldwasmyjacob · 7 years

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Sing it out, boy they're gonna sell what tomorrow brings. Sing it out, girl before they kill what tomorrow brings. You've got to make a choice If the music drowns you out And raise your voice Every single time they try and shut your mouth.

“S.I.N.G.” My Chemical Romance

#s.i.n.g.#sing #my chemical romance #mcr

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years

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S.I.N.G girls group has a song called 1,2,3 Wooden Boy. Listening again after MDZS it gives so many vibes of it being WWX singing abt LWJ. Please write something based around the songs lyrics? Canon time period or modern AU I don't mind, it could work either way - the only era marker it has is 'Tokyo Tower' which could be substituted with a ridgeline or cliff somewhere, a place with a view from up high.

“I like it when you’re jealous,” Wei Wuxian said. His head was on Lan Wangji’s shoulder, which he’d claimed as his own long ago. “You have such an ice block for a face; how am I supposed to know that you like me?”

He could feel Lan Wangji’s incredulous stare, but he ignored it.

Sure, there was the whole marriage thing.

Of course, there was always the fact that Lan Wangji rarely left his side, even when he was on an inventing spree that made him forget to eat or sleep properly.

He even had the right to touch Lan Wangji’s forehead ribbon, unlike everyone else.

And, yes, they did go all the way back to that silly little village so that they could buy Wei Wuxian’s betrothal hens from that farm – they now happily laid eggs in the little henhouse next to the rabbit field, and Wei Wuxian got to collect them every morning that he remembered.

So maybe there were some context clues regarding Lan Wangji’s affection.

Still, facts only ever got in the way of a really good story.

“Remember that time you got jealous when you saw me kissing another boy?” he asked nostalgically.

A moment of silence, and then –

“When the soul-eater was attempting to extract your soul through your mouth?”

“Yeah, that time! You were very dashing. All narrowed eyes and sword out – very handsome. You’re so handsome when you’re jealous.”

“…not jealous.”

“Sure you were jealous,” Wei Wuxian said. “You touched me all over afterwards like you were trying to cover up the image of someone else’s hands on me.”

Lan Wangji retreated into dignified silence, which was a pity. Wei Wuxian had been hoping he’d try to defend his actions by saying that he’d been checking Wei Wuxian’s meridians; he had a great comeback planned for that.

Oh, well.

“And there was that time that I hid in the water just to catch your attention –”

Lan Wangji gave him a much more suspicious glare. “The waterborne abyss?”

Damnit, he was onto him.

“Fine, fine, maybe it wasn’t all to make you jealous. Why can’t I rewrite history to make it better?”

Actually, that was an excellent idea. He could write it, and Nie Huaisang could illustrate - maybe they could even get some actors to do a play!

“In my version of things, we were always friends and everyone knew it,” he announced confidently. “We still met when I came to study at the Cloud Recesses - oh, and the fighting over the Emperor’s Smile, that’s still a thing. But we went on all sorts of travels together in our youth – hunting for some sort of random thing, anything. Yin metal, like the seal I made; we could’ve been set on a mission by one of your sect’s ancestors –”

“Ridiculous.”

Well, maybe a little bit.

“I never did anything that wasn’t a little bit justified, we called each other ‘soulmate’ and pined dreadfully over each other, and there wasn’t a single time when we didn’t see each other, no matter how implausible - well, except for the time when I was dead, I suppose -”

“Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian laughed and relented. “You know, when I was younger, I thought you had a wooden face, and that you hated me. Who knew we’d end up here? If I dive into the water, you’d look for me in an instant.”

Lan Wangji was quiet, and Wei Wuxian thought he’d returned to what he was doing.

After a while, though, he spoke. “I would have spent the rest of my life looking for you.”

Wei Wuxian’s smile widened.

“You don’t have to, though,” he said. “I’m right here.”

#mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #my fic #my fics #I'm not really good at songfics but I tried #the untamed is WWX's fanfic of his life #my personal long-running headcanon #in-plains-of-gold-i-wander-wide

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