Some things I think people need to understand about Killing Stalking
To start, I was to preface this by saying this is coming from someone who typically doesn’t like these types of stories (I like psychological thrillers, but not too big into gore and such) and, this is coming from a gay person (a girl who likes girls). So please, Don’t say I like KS for “””yaoi”””
It seems many on tumblr have an innate hatred for KS…without having ever read it. “It’s problematic!” you scream, “It’s abusive!” yes…yes, it is. And what many fail to understand is that these are main parts of the story. The relationship between Yoonbum and Sangwoo is never shown in a positive light, every interaction is menacing and foreboding (even the “lovey” seeming ones) it’s all portrayed in a manner that just screams “Stockholm Syndrome” and the more the story goes on, the more we as readers see the deterioration of Yoonbum’s love for Sangwoo and his desperation to escape (he even has thoughts of killing him, for christs sake). It’s an abusive relationship….portrayed as an abusive relationship. I will admit, some fans do romanticize it, but that’s no fault of the stories own or the author, that’s a whole other conversation. Abusive relationships are real, and it should be no surprised to see one portrayed in a story, especially a story such as this.
“It’s homophobic!!” …what? Are people suggesting that because it’s a gay abusive relationship, that makes it homophobic? I’d say to think that every gay relationship is bright and happy and healthy is slightly homophobic in it’s own right. We’re just like anyone else, gay relationships can be just as toxic and unhealthy as another relationship. And sure, Sangwoo says some homophobic things, but he also comes to accept that side of his sexuality too (he’s also a serial killer so….what are you really expecting)
KS is a psychological horror featuring a gay toxic, abusive relationship. It doesn’t glorify these things. Are there some problematic KS fans? Definitely, but just because someone reads KS doesn’t automatically make them a shitty abusive scumbag like some of you seem to be thinking (looking at you, rude anons in my ask box). Look, I get it if KS isn’t your cup of tea, it’s definitely not for everybody. But don’t go around assuming things and attacking people when you don’t truly understand what you’re talking about. KS portrays abusive and problematic things, but does that make it problematic itself? I don’t think so, it’s a horror story, and has a plot and characters to fit that. Sangwoo is a merciless serial killer, is he sometimes portrayed sympathetically and given a background? Sure. But Criminal Minds does the same thing with it’s serial killers, why arent you complaining about that? Jojo’s Bizzarre adventure does that with Kira and he’s one of the most believable and effective villains i’ve ever seen. And Sangwoo is just that, a villain, just because he can be portrayed sympathetically and given a personality doesn’t detract from that. It’s never really been implied that Sangwoo is a good person that deserves good things. Do some fans seem him that way, or see him a positive light and want him and Yoonbum together all lovey dovey? Sure, theyre out there. But that’s them and their prerogative, not the story (I don’t agree with that but that’s them, not me) Do some people only read for ~yaoi~ they sure do. But again, that’s them, NOT the story itself.
But you can’t blame the story for some of the fans or your own assumptions about it. KS is a psychological horror, it’s plot is well thought out, its characters are believable and everything is portrayed amazingly through the writing and art. If you think of KS as a “love story” then yeah, it’s “problematic” but that’s not what it is. It’s HORROR, and it’s horror done right.
Characters - Bucky x Reader, Mentions of Tesla and Steve as well as a few others
Word Count - 2116
Warnings - Fluff? Bucky being the cutest, Almost smut, Language
A/N - HOOBOY. That’s all I’m gonna say. Please dont hesitant to tell me what you think! This is an AU. 缘分 (Yuanfen) is a Chinese word that has no direct English translation and (roughly) means “A relationship that is brought together by a force such as destiny or fate.“
I want you to listen carefully to what I’m about to say. This isn’t the first time I’ve saved you from danger, is it ? If I’m right, this world is trying to kill you. From now through August 25th, or August 26th at 12 am, I think many disasters will come upon you. You don’t have to believe me, but I want you to listen to my warning. I want you to live.
Dean had taken off at lunch that Friday, picked you up from
your house, then drove you over to Jess and Sam’s house so the four of you
could make way to your cabin retreat for the weekend. It was a three-and-a-half-hour
drive, but it was a fun trip – with the boys in the front, talking sports,
work, and fishing, and you and Jess chatting in the back seat of her SUV, the
time passed quickly.
Once both couples had settled in their respective rooms, Dean
and Sam manned the grill while the girls put together a pasta salad and cut up
some vegetables for burger fixings. With the obvious exception of Jess, who was
into her fifth month of pregnancy and showing quite adorably, the beer was
flowing nicely. You and Dean were both nursing a precarious state of tipsy when
you went to bed, leading to the most physical you’d been with each other yet.
You were down to a bra and panties, and Dean was in boxers
before he sat back on his heels, pulling you with him.
“Listen, pretty girl,” he started, trying to slow his
breathing but managing to nip at your bottom lip. “I’m not going to lie that
getting to this point with you hasn’t crossed my mind several times – you’re beautiful and sexy, and I’m not just talking
about your looks.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, sliding just enough so
that your hips were level with his. You both felt the electricity from that
friction; Dean took a sharp breath in.
“But?” you prompted.
“But I think we should stop here,” he finally sighed. “I don’t
want you to think it’s you – not in a negative way. You make me want to do
things the right way, Y/N. This weekend is going to be amazing, I already know,
because I’m with you. Would being with you that way make it even better?
Without a doubt. I just don’t want us to rush anything with you. I want it to
be absolutely perfect when it happens for us.”
You bit your bottom lip and carefully backed off his lap,
pulling the blanket up over your chest. In truth, you couldn’t stop smiling;
how much more perfect did this guy, even with his flaws, get?
“I agree,” you finally confessed. “I’m sorry that I let the
beer get the best of me.”
“Hey, it was both of us,” Dean assured, tossing you one of his
shirts to sleep in.
You grinned over at him. “Did you pack that for me?”
“That one? Babe, I packed one for both nights we’re here for
You tipped your chin up for a kiss, a silent request Dean
The snow outside the cabin window glistened, even with as
little sun as was shining that Saturday morning. You warmed your hands around a
cup of coffee, watching that beautiful scenery before you as you sipped at the
Dean’s now-familiar scent assaulted your senses as he came
from the shower to wrap his arms around you, lightly kissing your neck and
whispering a good morning. You leaned back against his shoulder, a content
smile pulling at your lips.
“Morning, Sparky,” you answered quietly. “You and Sam getting
ready to head out?”
“After he has his weirdo egg-white omelet,” Dean chuckled,
pulling away from you to get his own coffee. “You sure you girls will be okay?”
You nodded. “We’ll be fine. I’m going to help Jess plan some
things for the baby’s nursery, and I’m sure we’ll both enjoy the chance to laze
around the cabin. Just don’t go freezing out there – I’m off duty this
Dean chuckled, pulling you closer and kissing the tip of your
nose. “Before Sam gets out here, I just wanted to make sure … You’re okay about
You looked up at him through coy lashes, feeling your cheeks
heat as you thought of Dean’s hands roaming your body. You remembered looking
up at him while his body hovered over yours and thinking, This is it. He’s it.
“I’m fine, Dean. Really. It’ll happen when it happens. I’d
just as soon we be, you know, in love and all that before we go there.”
Dean said nothing; just kissed you again. You wondered at the
look on his face, but Sam and Jess came out to the common area of the cabin
then, cutting off your train of thought.
“Twins! Yes! Have twins!” you said excitedly, clapping your
hands while Jess shook her head fervently. “A Little Jess and a Little Sam!”
“You don’t have to carry them,” Jess reminded, waving off your
encouragements. “Which, by the way, if my next doctor’s appointment reveals a
second heartbeat, you’re obligated to take one of those babies whenever I’m
“Deal,” you chuckled. “I know I haven’t known you and Sam that
long, but I’m really happy for you guys, Jess. You and Sam are going to be
“Thank you, Y/N. You know, it’s funny you mention about not
knowing each other that long, and I guess we talked about it a little bit at
our girls’ day, but I feel like you and I were close from the start, and I love
that.” She dabbed at her eyes with her sleeve. “I won’t say much more because
these stupid hormones will really get the waterworks going, but I do want you
to know that I feel like you complete our Winchester family.”
You couldn’t help it; you reached over the magazines of baby
things and hugged Jess. “I couldn’t have asked for a better family to
potentially become a part of.”
Dean casted out his line, breathing in the cold air. He wasn’t
necessarily a huge fan of the lower temperatures, but it was refreshing to get
outdoors and spend time with his brother. They weren’t catching much, but at
least with trout season still in effect, they could give it a go.
“So, there were some interesting noises coming from your room
last night,” Sam teased his older brother.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Can it, Sammy.”
Sammy laughed out loud. “Oh, c’mon, Dean. It’s not like you to
be shy about this kind of stuff. Not with me.”
“Yeah, well, Y/N’s different.”
“We put a stop to last night before anything really serious
happened.” Dean shrugged. “Just don’t want it to be some random half-tipsy
thing with her. It’s gotta be perfect. Everything with her has to be perfect.”
Sam smirked. “Getting attached, big brother?”
Dean shrugged. “Something like that.”
“Well,” Sam sighed, “I know Jess really likes Y/N. So do I and
so does Mom. Jess and I were talking the other night about it – kind of feels
like our family’s complete now, don’t you think?”
“It hasn’t even been seven weeks.”
Dean didn’t have an answer for that.
You and Jess had both drifted off to sleep while watching a
cheesy rom-com and waiting for the boys to return. Sam came in, picked his wife
up from the couch and carried her to the more comfortable bed to finish off a
nap with her.
Dean slid into the recliner next to you, kissed your cheek and
stroked your hair until you started to rouse from your sleep.
“Hey,” you smiled, trying to get your eyes to open. “Did you
guys have fun?”
“We did,” he assured. “Caught a few, threw ‘em all back. Had
some good conversation.”
“Good. What are you gonna do now?”
“Well, I think Sam and Jess are going to take it easy, but I
thought maybe you and I could go into town for supper? You brought a dress,
“Did you tell me to bring a dress?”
Dean frowned. “Yes.”
“Then, yes, I brought a dress,” you smiled. “But I’ll only go
on one condition – you have to let me pay since it’s your birthday weekend.”
“A night out with you and
free dinner?” Dean kissed you softly. “That’s like having my birthday cake
and eating it, too.”
You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you made way for the
shower so you could primp up before your evening out with Dean.
Your dress was simple and classic. Dean told you about the
place he’d found in town that he wanted to take you to; it was nicer than the
restaurant where you’d had your first date, so you wanted to make sure you were
dressed for the occasion. The heels you paired with your dress made it tricky
to walk in the snow.
“Don’t know why I keep picking heels to wear in the winter,”
you sighed, buttoning your coat.
But, as soon as you stepped out the door, Dean picked you up
bridal style and delivered you to the passenger seat of the already warmed SUV.
Dressed pretty slick himself in slacks, a button-up and loose tie, well, you
felt pretty damn lucky to have such a man.
When the waiter delivered a large piece of pie with a candle
burning in the middle of it and ice cream on the side, Dean laughed. You just
smiled at him over the flame.
“Happy birthday, Sparky.”
“My birthday’s not till tomorrow, you know.” Dean blew out the
candle, removed it from the pie before the wax met the pastry, and handed you a
spoon to share with him.
“And you’ll get your present when we’re back in town
tomorrow,” you promised. “In the meantime, enjoy your pie.”
Another thing Dean had no problem with. After you’d paid the
bill for your dinners and dessert, the two of you decided it was warm enough to
take a short stroll down the main drag. Dean laced his fingers with yours,
squeezing your hand every now and then, and talking about what an amazing
weekend he was having.
“I can’t imagine it getting any better than this.”
“You should probably wait to say that until we finish having
dinner at your mom’s house tomorrow night. She won’t be too pleased if you’re
enjoying something more than the birthday meal she has planned for you.”
Dean chuckled as the two of you turned and headed back for the
car. “You’re probably right about that. I do have to say, it really makes my
world that you get on so well with my family.”
“I like that, too, for both of us,” you agreed. “I know we
both want the long haul, but do you really think we can make it that far,
“I don’t think so, Y/N. I know so.”
You grinned as he helped you into the passenger seat, leaning
in to kiss you before shutting the door and hurrying around to the other side.
After breakfast at the cabin and a couple more hours of
fishing for the boys, the four of you were back on your way home. Jess and Sam
scooted into their house to unpack and finish up some usual weekend chores
before meeting you two at Mary’s later that evening. Dean loaded your bag and
his into the back of his truck before setting off toward town.
Before you could get too far, you informed Dean there was
something you wanted to show him.
“It isn’t too far out of the way, I promise.”
Dean’s interest was piqued, so it wouldn’t have mattered much
if he had to go all the way back to the cabin. As it was, the garage you
directed him to was towards the back of the property your father had put in
your name and given you for Christmas.
You got out of the truck; Dean followed. You unlocked the
door, made him close his eyes, then carefully led him to where he could stand
and see everything.
Dean looked around, his eyes wide with awe. All around the
garage were tools of an unimaginable number, both newer and old, as well as
various car parts. There was a car parked in the middle of the garage, but you
guarded it closely before letting Dean take the canvas cover off the vehicle.
“When Grandma started having the kids, she got after Grandpa
for tinkering out here with cars so much. She begged him to get rid of this
last one, but he just couldn’t do it. So, he left it out here, drove it every
once in a while. It’s been a really long time since it’s been driven, and it’s
needs some serious fixing. It isn’t much now, but I thought maybe it could be a
project for us, together.” You finally lifted the tarp, with his help,
revealing a fair condition 1979 Pontiac Trans Am. “I know it’s not the coolest car, and it needs work. If this
is a sucky birthday present, I get it. Especially since I’m offering to help
you fix it. I’m sure Benny or Tyler would be better help than I would. I just
thought – because you love cars, and I know some about them, and it’s a ’79 … Am
I crazy? You can tell me I’m crazy. I promise, I’ll find you something else. I
won’t help. Dean, c’mon. Please. Say something.”
The look on his face tortured you. Was he disappointed or in
shock? If it was shock, was it good or bad? Your concerns were stamped down
when, in just a couple steps in your direction, Dean had embraced you so
strongly, your feet came up off the ground. He kissed you soundly before
setting you back down on the ground, then cupped your face and kissed you one
“I love you, Y/N. And I don’t even care that it hasn’t been
even seven weeks. It’s been amazing from the very beginning, then my family
really loved you. My friends loved you. Actually, do you know the moment that I
knew you were it? When I’d had that long day at work and I came by just to kiss
“The snow globe kiss,” you offered, almost in a whisper. You
were shocked by Dean’s words and you couldn’t believe your brain even allowed
for that many words in a row.
“The snow globe kiss,” Dean repeated with a smile. “You came
out of the house with your hair in that messy braid, and your clunky tactical
boots with your jeans bunched up around the tops. I had a feeling on our very
first date, but that moment – that was the moment I knew I was completely gone
on you. That I wanted to come home to you every day for a really long time. And,
if for whatever God-forsaken reason this doesn’t work out, I won’t even regret
what I’m saying right now, because no one will ever or could ever give me the
feeling that you give me.” He shook his head as though he couldn’t believe it
had even taken him that long to realize it, and repeated the words. “I love
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