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Your guard dog

Tags: mild dark content(?), gender-neutral reader, random little story of the day that I'll probably never turn into a fledged out fic cuz I have too many projects, but it's on the list-

Simon has always been an honest man.

It's something he prides himself in. He may be tall, dark, terrifying to most around him, but he would rather have something horrible happen to him, than outright lie on purpose, especially to you.

When you first met, it went how it usually goes for people that are unfortunate enough to be in his presence. You were polite, as much as anyone else, not too interested in the big off-putting soldier that lurks in the back of the room.

Simon had never thought that you would stick around, nor did he expect that your tipping point would be an innocent birthday gift. You had been so enamoured by the fact he had actually listened to the things you said, and observed your actions, enough to give you probably the most accurate gift you've received in a long time.

One thing led to another, and years later the two of you find yourselves in a committed relationship.

There are a lot of things you can say about Simon. A common denominator is that he really has never knowingly lied to you. A feat you find impressive, gathered from earlier partners. He has his secrets, things in his past that he wishes to keep buried still, but he never lies to you.

Whenever you ask, he answers.

It's how it's always been.

The fact doesn't change when he then does things in secret. If you ask where he's been, he'll answer you honestly, if you ask what he's been doing he answers honestly, whether you like the answer or not.

He's always been good to you that way. If he ever catches a whiff of jealousy from you, he waits for you to come to him. You'll ask about his doings, he'll answer you accordingly, calmly, and quench whatever feelings pile up in your head. He knows he never has to stress about it, because all his actions are in servitude to you.

Whenever he goes on deployment, he knows how you miss him, how you wish you could be there with him, though it'd be dangerous for you. So he brings you things back, things of his loyalty, things that you would want and cherish, (Ignoring the fact that you'd cherish practically anything he gives you.)

When he's home he's even more devoted to you. Follows you around like a pup in need of attention, a pup that transforms into a fierce guard dog the moment you leave the house. Even if he tells you that his job is dangerous, you never fully get why he's so protective of you, like someone was going to take you away when he looks the other way. In many ways you don't mind it, it pays off having a big threatening soldier at your back to keep creeps away.

As nice as it is to have him though, he's not always there, and despite how you trust him, you don't like the dark look in his eyes whenever you tell him about an encounter you had with some creepy person trying to hit on you.

Once when you were idly cuddling on the couch, one rainy Saturday, you had playfully asked if he would ever kill for you. You hadn't expected a serious answer, maybe you had even expected him to scold you for asking such a question, given his job and having to deal with death in his life in that way. You hadn't expected for him to say yes so determinedly, a little too sure of it.

It's not the first time you've noticed odd behaviour from him. His overprotective nature can get a bit overbearing at times, he doesn't want you near any remotely dangerous object, occasionally he'll even get pissy about you using kitchen knives. God forbid you do accidentally hurt yourself on some object he told you not to use, with a grumpy attitude he'll patch you up, scolding you mildly, and the next time you go to use the same object it's mysteriously vanished or out of reach for you.

He has his own little policy for you as well, any and all problems you face, you come to him with. You found it nice, finally having such a tentative partner that listened so carefully. You hadn't expected that he was going to make most of your problems disappear on top of that. It was simple things at first. The coffee machine broke, he removes it and gifts you a new one. There's a thing at work you find frustrating, well the task is soon gone mysteriously. Even with himself, he does a thing that's your pet peeve, he changes it, makes the problem disappear.

It starts out small, and then it gets a bit weirder. You have an argument with a family member? The next time you see them they apologize profusely, and the matter is dropped, though they seem rattled. You think your neighbour is rude? Well look at that, they're moving out very, very soon.

You don't truly start to question it, before you notice the co-worker you complained about, disappeared without notice.

You try to hint at it to Simon, to subtly ask him if he had a finger in it. His answer is what terrifies you more, "careful what you ask of me, darling." You should be careful what questions you ask him what you tell him, because Simon is an honest man. You ask, he answers.

It makes you revaluate what you let him know, you start keeping minor problems to yourself, things or people that annoy you are reserved for your mind. He notices of course, he understands his darling is nervous of his actions, but he needs you to understand what he is doing, he is doing for you.

He starts figuring out your problems behind your back. You don't even need to tell him anymore, he will always know. There isn't anywhere you could go where he wouldn't reach you, where he wouldn't keep you safe and protected. You're his, just as he's yours.

Your true breaking point comes when the police shows up at your work place. They question you about the co-worker that had left work, not long after having an argument with you. You learn that this person hasn't been seen by anyone for several months.

You stomp home, knowing Simon is the only person that could've had anything to do with it. Your questions are met by a dark chuckle, he isn't even taking his own actions serious, not the way you're framing them. You plead with him to stop, to keep his work and your life completely separate.

His answer leaves you with nothing, "I can't promise you that darling, I'm doing this for you. You're mine."

Your only choice is to adapt, you don't ask the questions because you won't like the answers.

And when he goes out late at night without a word, coming back in the morning with blood on his hands, you wash it off gently, and bite your tongue.

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~��𝚊𝚗!𝚂𝚔𝚣 𝚡 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜~

♡A/N: This is what won the polls so this is what I'll write. Also ty to everyone who likes my content. I have other fics coming up so stay tuned and hope you enjoy this one❤❤ Skz aren't idols in this btw. Just you :) I did reread this but if u do find mistakes I apologize 😭

SKZ x Fem! Reader

♡Genre: Fluff

♡Warnings: Noneee

Chan

He first heard about your music through a friend.

He was instantly hooked

He practically loved every single song you wrote and released

Chan was definitely a committed fan too

He'd follow all your social media just to stay updated on everything you were doing

Nothing creepy. Only to stay informed of course

If you had a fan meeting? He would totally be there. Even if it meant dragging a friend along with

A concert? He will be there just to support you

Chan simply loves anything you do. Whether it be the way you eat or talk. Everything just seems so... Perfect

Now, as a fan, Chan knows he shouldn't get too attached but its been difficult to say the least

Ever since that one encounter with you, Chan couldn't help but get a little excited at the thought of you

It was your 5th fan meeting. You were happily greeting fans, receiving their gifts or compliments like a complete professional. Chan stood in line, excitedly tapping his feet. He held a paper bag(that was your favorite color) with loads of gifts in them.

The line moved quite slowly but Chan didn't mind. If it was to see you, he'd wait a century. The closer he moved though, the more excited and nervous he became.

Finally, it was his turn to meet you

You happily greet him and he greets back. You spark up a little conversation by complimenting his outfit. Chan compliments back, saying how he admired your outfit too.

Chan revealed all the presents he bought for you. You were extremely surprised by how many things they were. Your staff can along, taking the gifts and placing them with the others

"You didn't have to buy all that stuff you know" You laughed. Your smile caused a light pink to spread across Chan's face. "I don't mind. You really inspire me and make me very joyful. It's the least I can do" Chan grins confidently. You nod, signing the poster and album he brought along

"Well, thank you so much. It's really amazing that I get to make fans like you so happy. It makes me happy. Don't stop smiling for me, alright? " He never forget those words. He never forgot his promise to her. He smiled, whenever a smile needed to be present.

Chan sometimes wonders if you remember him. It is unlikely. You do have millions of fans everywhere all around the world. Meeting you was enough for him though. It was just enough.

Minho

He was just scrolling through YouTube one day when he came across on of your music videos. With 93 million views?

He felt that was a little much but who knows maybe it wasn't bad.

Minho was wrong though. It wasn't just bad. Your music was 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. He felt like he just found a drug and you were the dealer.

He tried not admitting how much he actually liked your music but failed

The posters on the walls aren't there for nothing obviously

He loved your dance style. It was so clean yet fun. He'd spend hours in his room just watching performance videos and trying to master your dances

Minho was intrigued by your stage presence more than anything. You captivated the crowd with just one look. You definitely had a way with face expressions and emotions

His room was filled with different types of merchandise. From posters to photo cards to albums to hoodies and even more

With all the merch though, it was hard to keep his little obsession a secret. And not because he was embarrassed. He just didn't want people getting all nosy with this one little interest. It was his and his alone.

One moment he won't forget was that one live he watched

Minho wasn't particularly feeling well that day but luckily you were on the rescue. You decided to go live and just ramble about whatever has been happening. Nothing special, which Minho didn't mind. He just loved your voice.

Minho was slightly bored. He deciding on commenting something. It's not like he was hoping for you to see it. He typed out something sweet but simple: 𝘐𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. He read through the comment before sending it through

You, on the other hand, we're reading through the comments until one caused you to raise your eyebrows and smile. "I'm feeling really bad today but your voice makes everything a little brighter" You read.

Minho practically panicked, noticing you read his comment. That was 𝙝𝙞𝙨 comment. He slapped his cheek just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. And sure enough he wasn't.

"I'm sorry that you're feeling bad but it'll get better. Life sucks but don't let that stop you. I'm glad I'm helping just a bit. To which ever fan who commented that and everyone else, I love you so much and don't ever forget that" You raised a thumbs up before staring back down at your phone, looking for more comments to read

Minho felt his heart skip a beat. Skip multiple beats in fact. Though the last few words weren't only directed towards him it felt that way. And that's all that matters.

Changbin

Changbin had always been a fan of you. Ever since debut he was rooting for you to succeed

And boy did you do just that

You had millions of fans from all over the globe now and he felt proud of you for that. He loved that you got where you wanted to be.

He enjoyed more of your older songs as that's what he's used to but the newer songs are amazing too.

What really stood out to him about you though was your laugh. You had such a pretty and contagious laugh. Every video he watches, he just hopes you'll laugh. It makes him smile.

He also relates to you food wise. Changbin is someone who loves food and for you to love food as much as he does. Well, that's nice to hear

It was funny how stupidly similar you both were but who knows.. Maybe he's just being delusional

He sometimes thinks about what it would be like to befriend you. He was positive that it wouldn't be a boring experience that's for sure.

He basically stalks your Instagram account and other social media too.

If you post something, he's most likely already seen it or read it. Everything you post is something different, so he always makes sure to stay updated

He also noticed how you both practically have the same sense of humor. Any joke you say seems to crack him up more than anything else

Changbin was watching a recent vlog you recorded and couldn't help but notice a funny detail. After the video he hopped onto Twitter and shared his observation

'𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 (𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦) 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 2 𝘵𝘰 3 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥'

A few hours, Changbin returned to Twitter noticing the attention his post got. Many were agreeing and others were just pointing out other details. But one comment left him shocked

He couldn't believe it. He even clicked on the profile and did everything. And surely enough, that comment was from you

'𝘓𝘰𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 😭"

You liked his little joke. YOU ACTUALLY LIKED IT. He tried not to scream as he was in a restaurant with a bunch of friends. He must have been dreaming, or dead maybe.

Either way, he was glad you got to laugh at his silly comment. Who knows. Maybe they'll be more silly comments you'll see and laugh at even more

Hyunjin

Hyunjin loves you. And when I say love, I mean he 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 you.

He listens to your music every single day. Maybe while painting or doodling, he played one his favorite songs

I mean, all your songs were his favorite song, but he had a few that he held close to his heart.

When with friends, he always has an urge to bring you up in literally anything conversation

"Did you see (name) at Paris Fashion Week "

"Did you know (name) can do that too"

"Woah, that reminds me of (name). She's a great idol and her music is fantastic! "

Just a few examples of his undying love to you

Hyunjin really believes that you both are soul mates. Now, that is quite delusional but it makes sense! (To him anyway)

You once described, in an interview, what your type is and he ticked all the boxes. But maybe that's just his ego talking. Just a hopeless romantic in love

He celebrated your birthday like it was his own.

His gallery was filled with more pictures of you than his own family

It was all very concerning but Hyunjin didn't care. He was happy. He was happy knowing you.

Hyunjin did do other things too. He occasionally posted his art which gained lots of attraction. It was good after all. At some point, you mentioned how you didn't know what cover to use for your upcoming album.

Hyunjin took it upon himself to make a fan made album cover. It was soo good, people actually thought it was official. You soon saw the cover and was so impressed. You needed to use it. It was perfect

Hyunjin woke up to something unexpected the next day. Other than the thousands of notifications, he got a DM. From you. He almost dropped his phone from pure surprise

'𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!! 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵!! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵? '

'𝘠𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯 😖"

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭!! 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 :)"

"𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳!!"

And with that, Hyunjin's artwork was the official album cover

He was over the roof. Seeing his art piece on the YOUR official album with YOUR songs. Okay, saying he was over the roof is an understatement

You later had an interview about the album and basically praised Hyunjin for his work for around 2 minutes. He watched that interview more than he could count. Needless to say, he didn't want to forget this moment.

Jisung

Jisung wasn't an artist but he liked music. Music was like a child to him. To some extent anyway

It did make sense though

His father was the owner of a huge kpop company. The company you were under in fact

Jisung wasn't interested in your music at first. Until, he followed his father in the recording studio you were working in. It was just a check up on your latest song. After one listen, he couldn't get the song out of his head.

He did some research about you and realized you were quite a popular idol in the community. That's where his fan obsession began

He liked watching all your interviews. Your personality was something he couldn't get over. You were always so nice and thoughtful towards anyone around. He was very intrigued by everything.

Though you were in the same company his father owned, you both never interacted. Mainly because he avoided you as much as possible. Embarrassment was not an option.

As a fan, Jisung listened to your music. He had a special playlist just for your songs and songs you liked.Songs he thought 𝙮𝙤𝙪 would like too.

He basically carried a photocard of you everywhere. Jisung believes it brings him good luck. Which was a cute gesture but it did sound a bit silly

He didn't care at all. Even if it was silly, it kept him at ease. He liked it that way

You had to write a song for a special performance. It was to be the company's 50th birthday but you had no ideas. That's when Jisung came in

"I heard you were having trouble with song writing. I brought my son to help you. He is quite the song writer" Your boss smiled. You eyed Jisung curiously. This was all to sudden but time was running out. You allowed it.

Jisung on the other hand was a nervous wreck. He couldn't even focus without getting scared. You noticed this and decided to give him some space.

When you returned, the song was finished. You excitedly examined the lyrics. You were impressed to say the least. The lyrics naturally connected to you, as if they were your own

"Oh my- this is perfect Jisung. You really are a great song writer"

"Really? It's not dumb or anything...? "

"Not at all. It's so professional and well done. Good job"

You gave the male a quick but thoughtful hug. He hugged back. You were his favorite idol and he couldn't believe he got to be this close to you. It was a dream come true.

The song did extremely well. At the show, Jisung got a whole shoutout with his face on the big screen. He was embarrassed but glad. Glad he could help you out.

Felix

Felix found you through Tiktok. How? Well your MAMA performance was trending and it was practically every where. It was impossible for anyone not to see at least one edit.

Felix did watch MAMA and he knew about you. He has known for a while. But wasn't a fan. He just knew you were a popular idol. What he didn't know though, was how obsessed he would become.

Like Minho, Felix was mesmerized by how you dance. He imagined you were the best dancer he had ever watched. Felix would often practice your dances, simply for fun

Everything was for fun

Did he read the fan fictions? Well... No but yes. He did read them but only sometimes. And he only read the cute stuff. He was delusional at the thought of you. Just a cute fanboy

Felix absolutely loved your smile. He often called you a sunshine or something like that. He believes you bring sunlight and everything bright. Anyone could go blind even looking at you or that's what he thought.

Your voice. He was one of the fans who could listen to your voice for ages on end.

He was passionate about you. Talking about you just came naturally or even accidentally though he did feel embarrassed after rambling. He didn't want to seem annoying in front of his friends. It was hard to control.

Felix watched all the edits he could find. Any edit. Any meme. Any video. He would watch it. He enjoyed all the content fans made of you.

Like most, Felix had merchandise. All neatly organized and placed in his room. He didn't like misplacing any of it. Not because it was expensive. He just didn't need to loose anything. It was all important to him

Felix opened Tiktok one day. You posted a challenge. A challenge for a song that he was in love with. There wasn't one day he didn't think of this song. It didn't have any choreography ... Until now

So a challenge? He had to try it out!

After a few hours of practice and life regret, Felix memorized the dance. He joined on the challenge posting his version on Tiktok.

Felix knew the video was going to blow up but he didn't expect it to get him a deal with you

Now, the male was patiently sitting in your studio. A few staff members with him. You hurriedly entered the studio.

"Hello! So glad you could make it Felix"

"Uhm... It wasn't a problem but... Why am I here? "

"I need a dance partner. I saw your video giving a go at my challenge. You're perfect"

Felix tilts his head. He was curious about why she chose him but decided to learn that later on. Hey, he was given a deal to dance with someone he admired. Why not take it.

He worked really hard to learn all the dance steps and everything. With you of course. You were extremely helpful. Your smile had to be the best part of everything though. It was as bright as he thought.

The concert day has to have been the best though. The performance went really well. Felix became quite popular with your fans. Everyone was so supportive rather than jealous. It was the best day of his life. That day never left his mind. It definitely was something he'd never forget.

Seungmin

Seungmin isn't your biggest fan.

He does like your music. Your personality. Etc. He is definitely not a BIG fan of you

You were just an idol he was fond of

Seungmin had few amounts of merchandise. Again, he's just fond of you

Seungmin was captivated by your singing voice. That's what he first noticed. Nothing healed his heart more than your singing.

It was a melody he simply wouldn't get over. Seungmin, personally, sang himself. He actually was a trainee under your company too.

He'd often bump into you but it wasn't a huge deal. He saw you as any other idol in the company. Just a human with a big platform

You both often had a brief and quick interaction before moving on. Getting on with your own lives.

He was more normal about you than the others, obviously

The thing that changed though, was how much of a fan he was towards you

The company gave him a challenge to learn then sing a cover from the list that was provided

Alright, seems easy. He chose the hardest song. One of yours. Did he want to show off? Yes. Was it because he wanted to impress you? To an extent, definitely

The highnotes in the song are what he was ready for. He practiced. And practiced. And practiced some more.

Seungmin, like his other trainee peers, we're given the same challenge. One by one, they all perform their covers in front of the judges. The judges were honest. Really honest from what he heard. A girl ran back crying. Seungmins breath quickened and he lightly tapped his foot on the ground

He was anxious

His turn arrived. He stared at the judges, noticing you were there. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 up, he thought. The greetings and introductions ended. Now it was time for Seungmin to impress everyone (cough cough you)

The song reached its end. The room was quiet. The judges glanced at each other, with stunned expressions.

They all gave their feedback. The feedback was honest but decent. Your opinion was something that stuck with him forever though

"Well, that was my song and I haven't heard anyone sing it better than me. I'm actually so impressed Seungmin. I'm jealous. You have an angelic voice which I need on one of my songs. "

Everyone agreed and nod their heads

"When you debut, I'd love you to feature on some of my future music"

Seungmin left the company that day in a cheery mood. He couldn't believe one day you'd want to work on a song with him. Oh he was definitely going to learn as many of your songs as possible now.

Jeongin

Jeongin is definitely someone who keeps his love for you a personal thing

Only close friends knew about it

He liked it that way

Your fashion sense is something he is obsessed with. Jeongin is someone who takes time when it comes to dressing up. As soon as you mentioned, in an interview, that most of your stage outfits or general outfits are what you pick yourself. He could definitely relate

You dress like someone who cares about what you look like. Just like him.

You are an ambassador for a fashion brand after all. His seen plenty of ads in the mall or on the internet of you. He liked pointing them out in front of his friends

Jeongin thought you were sweet. Sweet like honey

He had no specific reason on why he wanted to know so much about you. Maybe it was his personal connection with you.

Or maybe he just wanted something to be attached to

Either way he was a big fan. Jeongin was simple about this whole thing. He felt happy when watching your content

He definitely was over protective about you though. He knows he shouldn't. It just sucks when someone comments a negative opinion. Of course, criticizing an idol is necessary for improvement. Though some take it too far. That's what pisses him off

Other than that, Jeongin is relaxed. Most of the time, especially in winter, he wears the same exact beanie. When asked about it, he doesn't really know how to answer but it is quite a story.

He attended a concert of yours. He was close to the stage which was just perfect. Of course, he brought friends with him. Friends that are fans as all.

Jeongin practically sang his heart out to every song. One of your more intense songs with a lot of energetic dances played. While dancing your beanie accidentally flew into the crowd. Luckily, Jeongin caught it.

The performance ended. You joked about the beanie flying off and asking if anyone caught it. Jeongins friends screamed in his direction bringing all the attention towards him.

A bright red paints on his face. The concert venue was dim. You hopefully couldn't see it. You laughed lightly noticing the shock in his face

"You know what. You can keep it"

Jeongin frantically shook his head insisting on you taking it back.

"Really, take it. You spent a whole ton of money just to see me sing and dance. It's the least I could do for such a cute fan"

Jeongin felt like passing out. One of his friends roughly shook him while the crowd screamed

He smiled at the thought, anytime he saw the piece of clothing. It was a wonderful experience. An experience he had to relive again.

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A/N: This has to have been the longest ass thing I've written so far. But I hope you enjoyed this little thing. Thanks soooo much for reading ♡♡

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seospicybin · 11 months

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LEE KNOW

MY WORKS ARE NSFW & 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

These are purely works of fictions. There is now way it represent Stray Kids in any way.

* S for smut. F for fluff. A for Angst.

Appetizer. (s,f) Lee Know made you help him cooking for your dinner date but first, appetizer!

Knit. (s,f) Something flickered inside Minho the second he saw you wearing his clothes.

Pillowtalk. (mild smut, f) Even after a great sex, would Lee Know be able to answer some of your most existential questions?

Cake. (f, suggestive) Minho let you have a taste of his birthday cake and unwrap his gift.

Impatient. (s) Part I / Part II You and Minho just couldn’t keep your eyes and hands off of each other.

101. (s,f) Knowing that his best friend just got a new girlfriend, Lee Know feels the need to teach him how to properly ‘touch’ his girlfriend with a help from you.

Peach. (s,f) Lee Know thinks that certain smell brings back certain memory, but what is it that reminds him of you?

Midnight Blue. (s,f) Part I / Part II / Part III Despite feeling like you were destined to meet each other, your relationship with Minho was doomed from the very beginning. But when another chance comes knocking, Minho is willing to go against all odds to make you stay.

Blueprint. (s,f) Part I / Part II You never worked with a partner before but when it involves the importance of your future, you willing to put up working with Minho.

Strangers. (s,a) Part I / Part II It’s no surprise that Minho treats you like a stranger, especially to you who have just joined the company, but you know there’s more it and you try to find a way to change that.

Cutscene. (s,f) ACT I / ACT II This will be the first time you play a main character in a drama but the problem is Minho will be your co-star. People would consider it lucky to play alongside such famous, talented actor, except that you’ve been secretly holding a grudge against him.

The Crowd. (s,f) Wrong Crowd / In The Crowd / Crowded. You meet Minho again at the high school reunion, the kid who used to sleep in class turns a tattoo artist.

Don't They Know It's The End Of The World? (s,a) Part I / Part II Making a contact with an ancient object, you meet a demon who takes form of the man you desired and forces you to commit terrible acts to stop the world from ending.

One Bite. (s,a) A part of One Series. There’s nothing more enticing than the forbidden apple and Minho’s forbidden apple takes in the form of you, a girlfriend of his close friend but all he only needs is one bite. But does one bite will ever be enough?

Too Hot Too Handle. (s) You and Lee Know become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle.

Viewfinder. (s,f,a) Seungmin x reader x Lee Know. Part I / Part II An accidental reunion sets the sparks fly between you and Seungmin, but the relationship takes a turn at the end of the summer and you seek help from your frenemy, Minho.

0325. (s,f,a) skz x reader. SIDE A A series of short fics inspired by Stray Kids songs.

#seospicy masterlist #lee know masterlist

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kuro4thegays · 2 months

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- No chocolate, just fruit on White day

[Word count: 3.8k] [Kaveh x male!reader] [Content: nsfw, top Kaveh, bottom reader, food play specifically fruit, if your squeamish please do know that there is a lot of saliva in this fic, oral(reader receiving), kinda crack fic-ish, please don't take it too seriously]

White Day, the day when people give reciprocal gifts to their loved ones, showing their thankfulness and commitment.

“What took you so long?”

Oh, the sight that greeted Kaveh when he entered the bedroom, provocative would be an understatement. His cheeks were burning red even before he got to set his gaze on your face, yet when he did he was met with an expression that screamed nothing short of absolute pride.

“Work…” Kaveh’s mind was somewhere else at this point, completely lost within his own carnal instincts. God, why did you have to do this to him? I mean, how is one supposed to react when finding their dearest spouse barely dressed on the bed surrounded by all kinds of colorful fruits? Oh, and you looked damn good in his shirt, don’t think he missed how you left everything untied and loose, that single piece of cloth casually resting over your crotch was enough to single handedly drive him mad with desire. He just needed to rip them off of you.

You could just giggle to yourself, to be completely honest this was the outcome you expected, even aimed for. If there was anything better than listening to Kaveh’s passionate rambles it was seeing that passion in action.

“What is the meaning of this?” He stuttered, his brain must have been boiling inside his skull by how much heat radiated from his body. He took a careful step forward, yet immediately stopped himself on the second one. He knew it would be too late to stop once he reached the forbidden fruit.

“White day.” Your words were simple, perhaps painfully so. When have you planned this? Where did all the fruits come from? How long have you been waiting for him like this? Why him? Yet Kaveh's tongue was too busy licking his lips to be able to ask any of those questions.

“I see…” He mumbled. It seems he still needed a little push.

You picked up one of your many tools, a ripe bright yellow banana, and pushed your nail into the tip before beginning to peel it. Kaveh's eyes widened as he observed your actions, he knew exactly where this was going yet didn't want it to stop even for a moment. You threw the banana peel somewhere to the side, neither of you even batting an eye on where it landed, before placing the end to your lips, your tongue dipping out and licking the phallic fruit.

Another step closer…

You licking eventually turned into suckling, merged with subtle whimpers sprinkled in with the intention of driving the other man crazy. Finally, you pushed the fruit further past your lips, your eyes falling shut to focus on the sensation before letting out the lewdest moan you could manage with your mouth full. “Kaveh…” The banana slid out just as fast as it came in and, not to your surprise, when you opened your eyes back again you found Kaveh staring right back into you, now the distance between you two much, much shorter.

“[name],” His breath was hot, temperature matching the one of his soft skin. “All this for me?” His eyes searched yours for any trace of approval and you were ready to provide as much as he needed.

“All for you, only you.” You broke the little string of spit connecting your lips to the banana only to set your focus on a much more enticing meal. “You know I’m all yours.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond before leaning in for a kiss and he did the same. Your tongue clashed against his, the sweetness of his lips rivaling all the fruit you have prepared for tonight. No wine was a match to how you made him feel, nothing could make him feel even close to how you did. Which is why his grip tightened…

His kiss was desperate, needy and hungry for more, like your lips would disappear if he let go, like you wouldn’t be there anymore once he were to open his eyes again. His passion felt all devouring, like a fire setting everything near it ablaze. Everything about him felt urgent, like neither of you will be there tomorrow.

Breathing seemed secondary, hence you were the one who physically had to pull him back. “Hey, breathe…” You shushed him, replacing the passionate make out with softer kisses on the cheek, a few extra ones along his jawline. “No need to rush, we have the whole night just for ourselves.”

“Right.” He was practically panting, his poor tortured lungs desperate for air, yet his lips still seemed like they were yearning for more. “You just do this thing to me… and once I start I feel like I can’t stop.” He whispered, needy hands reaching out to push you against the bed headboard, grabbing onto your shoulders to stable himself. “I just don’t want this thing we have going on to end.” He gulped. “I’m scared.”

“Kaveh…” You only found it in yourself to smile at him, his honesty was something to be admired. “I’m here with you, and I’ll wake up with you tomorrow, and the day after that, and after.” You could have gone on forever, yet decided to cut it off there. “Let yourself have this… and let me have the pleasure of knowing you, loving you, ‘kay?”

He could only nod. “Alright.” His lips found yours again, now much more secure in their movements. “You’re the most gorgeous man I know, inside and out.”

You chuckled yet again. “Shall we continue?”

The two of you quickly returned to your previous ministrations, letting your bodies collide onto the bed, Kaveh’s shirt gone within seconds while you still found your comfort in his loose one. His hand met yours, the one that was still holding the banana and brought the fruit up to his lips. His tongue escaped past his lips and licked the lengthy fruit end to end, thriving as he tasted the leftover saliva you left on the phallic object. He started mimicking your actions, taking the saliva covered banana and sucking the tip off before pushing further and further in until about half was already in.

“Tch, greedy.” You scoffed, grabbing his shoulders and holding him in place. You got him right where you wanted, mouth full with nowhere to turn to. When Kaveh opened his eyes again he found himself in disbelief with what he saw, your face inching closer to his as you sucked the other end of the banana. If his dick was only half hard before by now it was surely a rock hard erection. Eventually, your nose brushed against his as you both vigorously sucked onto the fruit like it was your lifeline, rhythmically pushing in and out, making it so that your lips touched each time you tried to take it deeper. The only question was who was going to break the connection off first.

Your movements turned sloppy, drool running down both your chins, which is probably why the banana slowly split in half, now moist and falling apart, making neither of you the loser in this game.

Kaveh quickly gobbled up his half of the banana, though his taste buds seemed to be craving something else. “More…” He grabbed your hips, pushing you down and stabling himself above you. “Give me more.” He was getting more confident and open about his needs, just how you liked it.

Unfortunately, as you got pushed down your hand fell upon a rather juicy orange, squeezing it until it squirted out its sweet juice. “Oh.” You turned around to check the sudden source of wetness covering the palm of your hand, finding the full plump fruit in all its crushed glory with the juices staining your hand. “Look at the mess you made.” You were quick to throw all the blame on him, bringing your hand up to his face and showing him the consequences of his actions. “What are you waiting for?” Your voice cut through the tension. “Clean up.”

He couldn’t hold in the gasp that freely spilled from his lips, the heat of the moment was becoming dizzying. He wanted to say something, something flirty and equally suggestive, but before he could do so his tongue had already escaped its confinement. The juice had already started drizzling down your arm, but before the first droplet could slither away he caught it in his mouth. Fruit was already one of his favorites, but God, he never knew it could taste even better when consumed off of your smooth skin. He licked up your arm, tongue worshiping your being as he reached the source, your palm, now all sticky from orange juice.

More, more, more…

His mind kept screaming.

Both his arms were holding his meal in place, one gripping your arm while the other gently caressed the palm of your hand, ticklish motions causing your fingers to curl only slightly. He would be a fool not to notice how your fingers begged for his attention. So he readjusted his position.

Opening his mouth, now wider, he sucked on each of your fingers individually, giving each plenty of his care and attention as he groomed the sticky spots, sweet citrus more enticing than ever. It started with one finger, but soon he was taking three at a time, almost letting you touch the back of his throat before pulling back out… and then back in again… and out. Yet the citrus’ juice eventually faded.

He didn’t even need to say anything, his begging eyes were already talking by themselves. “Not enough?” You raised an eyebrow. Your teasing really did get onto his nerves sometimes. Yet you chose not to deny him this time. “Fine, fine. But…”

You got his attention.

“You can only have what I give you.”

It was a deal.

The sweet fruit still had something left in it so you capitalized off of it. Through the gap in your, or rather Kaveh’s, shirt you squeezed the remaining juice and watched as the droplets slithered down your chest, leaving cold trails in their wake. Matching your eagerness, Kaveh leached onto your chest in the matter of seconds, lapping his tongue over the moist surface and taking in all the fruity sweetness he could. So it was no surprise when his enthusiastic lick turned into rough sucks once he found the stray pearly bead that reached your nipple. If orange tasted good off of your fingers it tasted even better off of your nipples.

Moans were the only thing that left your swollen lips at this point, your pretty melodies serving as music to Kaveh’s ears. The little bud hardened under his tongue while the other was basically fighting for its life, being tortured by his thumb, as he spoiled them with his attention. You, of course, rewarded him with more fresh citrus, but instead of squeezing this time you chose a different method of extracting the juice. “Yeah, keep doing that.” Your eyes fell shut, groaning for him to continue as you grabbed the orange. Before Kaveh realized it he sucked all the juices from your chest dry, leaving him looking up to you for more like a lost puppy.

“Look at me.” Your call immediately stole his attention. Now, with his eyes all over you, you positioned the orange right above the area between your legs that was still modestly covered with that loose piece of Kaveh’s shirt. You tucked the fabric away, throwing away any semblance of modesty you might have kept up before, and rather aggressively stabbed your two fingers right into the orange’s center, observing as the extract squirted out onto your raging erection.

“You want more, right?” You laughed. “Come and get it.”

And Kaveh did as he was told, practically drooling just at the sight of your precum mixing with the sweet juice, the erotic sight of you fingering the orange not helping at all with his wild imagination. He leaned down before even a second passed, your cock stuffing his mouth full as he took it in with no resistance.

“It tastes so good…” Kaveh's moans were almost enough to make you cum on the spot. Oh, and his eyes, they almost appeared like they were glowing from this angle. You gave into his demands without any of your usual teasing, milking the orange for its last bits of juice onto his face and your cock by extension.

“Fuck,” Your actions only made him sped up the pace, licks against your sensitivity tip accelerating. “You like that, huh?” You threw your head back, muscles flexing and toes curling in anticipation, knowing that there is no going back now.

“I’m gonna cum…” You whined, thrusting your hips in motion with his mouth, focusing all your strength on the stomach area. You felt numbness envelop your body down from the legs to your abdomen, pure want and desire washing away any sense of exhaustion that might have previously stopped you. Your muscles flexed, body spasming as your hips arched into his warm wetness. You couldn't hold your mouth shut anymore. The whine that came out of you was pornographic, loud and proud without any shame or fear of judgment, as you released everything into his awaiting mouth.

Your thighs locked onto Kaveh’s head, back falling down onto the bed, holding him in place and making him take your fresh cum like a good boy he wanted to be. He gave your shaft a few final licks, taking in every drop of cum that somehow managed to escape his lips before rising up above you to show you his good work.

“You still have it in you for more.” It wasn’t a question anymore, it was straight up a demand this time. Kaveh was and always will be attractive to you, but oh God, you didn’t know he could be so much hotter when he started getting more outspoken about his needs, you could even say a bit spoiled.

Your response boiled down to an exhausted nod, body heating up again under him, watching your own cum staining his perfectly shaped lips.

He leaned down until your lips met again. You opened your mouth only slightly, yet that was enough for him to force his tongue in. What met you was not just his taste, but the mixture of his saliva and your essence forming a substance you could only describe as devine. Still, there were more potential ingredients to your little mix.

Your hands reached out, tongue still busy with his, and grabbed a nice pair of cherries. Somehow, you were able to push Kaveh away for a moment, just enough of a distance to be able to look at him. The poor guy looked so confused, like he had made a great mistake he wasn’t aware of, yet as soon as you dangled the fruit in front of him he already had an idea of what you were going for. He was really getting into the whole thing now, each fruit seeming like another possibility for something he never even considered before. His eyes had that passionate glow you fell in love all those years back. You could say many things about your relationship with Kaveh, but calling it boring would certainly be a big lie.

Your tongue lolled out, the bright red cherry placed right between your lips. Kaveh got the message without even having to think about it and attacked your needy lips in the matter of seconds. He sucked on the cherry from your lips, taking his time in how he handled you. You wanted to comment on your current predicament, perhaps both of you did, but with your tongues tangled together and busy even God himself wouldn’t be able to help you get the words out.

Finally, he let you win in this erotic little dance of yours, letting the charry go in your mouth, though now its taste was overshadowed by your own juices mixed with Kaveh’s saliva, a combination you could only describe as heavenly. That said, your attention was stolen yet again by Kaveh’s actions, his possessive hold on your hips tightening as he dragged your body down along the bedsheets. “Get on all fours for me, would you?” He whispered and you obeyed.

You turned around onto your stomach and got onto your hands and knees, throwing subtle, yet inviting, looks his way before spitting out the cherry pit. His hands started groping your hips again, bringing your ass closer to him. He started with only one finger, yet found the process of inserting it a bit too comfortable, so he continued with the second one. Again, no struggle. Only when he added the third finger could he feel the slightest bit of resistance. “You stretched yourself out beforehand, didn't you?” You could feel the excitement radiating off of him.

“Maybe.” You wiggled your ass at him, that and the vague answer only there to rile him up even more.

He chuckled, somehow he knew you were going to say that. “All this for me?” He chuckled, one hand tangling itself in your hair, making you look at him, while the other searched for something. “Is there anyone else in the room with us?” Your teasing proved to be quite arousing to Kaveh. “Shut up…” He turned his gaze away.

He found what he was looking for. A perfectly shaped, slightly bigger than average, strawberry. You tried to get a better look over your shoulder at what he was doing, but didn’t catch anything, instead you felt an unidentified object penetrate your tight ass. “Huh?” Was he not going to stick it in already, that man must have had the patience of a God. Unfortunately, he was getting quite a good grasp on this whole fruit thing.

“I can play that game too.” He descended, his head now finding comfort nuzzling between your ass cheeks. He used his tongue to further tease your rim, licking and sucking on the part of the strawberry sticking out of it like it was a butt plug. His breath felt so warm against your sensitive areas, you were getting hard again just by having his face so intimately close to your hole.

He bit into the crimson strawberry, pulling it out with his mouth and gobbling the whole thing down in a single bite before getting back into action as sticking his tongue up your sensitive rim again. “Fuck…” You cried out, arching your back into the mattress as he licked your insides clean, the strawberry juice trickling down from your hole. “Please, Kaveh… just fuck me already.” Your teasing turned into begging, but luckily he wasn’t a picky man.

With a light tap on your ass Kaveh pulled out momentarily. “Are you begging now?” He giggled, it really felt good having someone wrapped around his fingers like this. “But how could I ever deny a pretty boy like you?” He placed the softest kiss on the nape of your neck, a small gesture to ease you for what was about to come.

He got into a comfortable position, leaning above you, before setting his erection free from its confinements and giving it an experimental stroke. After spreading the precum all around the head he adjusted his stance and pressed the tip to your tight pucker hole. “Ready?”

You could just return him an excited nod, grinding your cheeks against his dick in hopes that it’ll make him put it in sooner. Expectantly, your plan worked.

His thick shaft pierced your asshole, slowly entering your most intimate spot before bottoming out completely. The moan that spilled out of Kaveh’s mouth felt guttural, like that of a starved man finally being fed some good food, the twitching of his cock causing enough friction to stimulate your prostate just a tiny bit. “You’re so tight.” He breathed out, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting in again. It took him no more than two thrusts to find your sweet spot and when he did he knew how to abuse that knowledge.

His pace quickened, desperation merging with the air around you until the whole room felt hot. You tried to match his pace with your constant grinding, but found it hard to keep up while getting stabbed in the prostate with each thrust. Eventually, you gave up all your control, your head buried in the soft pillows, your drool making a mess everywhere.

“Look up.” His words were followed up by quick and shallow exhales, grabbing your hair and tugging your head back. “Bite down.” He shoved an apple into your face and with no other choice you bit down, probably harder than he meant you to. “Good boy.”

His moans were louder than ever, his voice rising in pitch the closer he got to climaxing. “[name],” He groaned. “I can’t help it… when you tighten around me. I think I’m going to…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, his poor lungs were already in desperate need of air and talking wasn’t helping. You, on the other hand, could just whimper and whine around the apple like a bitch in heat, fingers arching as your hand searched for your own neglected cock. With just a few pumps you felt your legs going numb, eyes falling shut as your body almost tried to reject the sudden onslaught of pleasure, but Kaveh’s hold was too firm to let you get away. With just a single extra thrust your cock released its load, balls tightening as the explosive wave of your own orgasm took over.

Kaveh was no different. “Yes, yes- hah… tighten.” He couldn’t hold it in anymore, the clenching of your hole was basically milking his balls for everything they had. It took him just a few more thrust before he spilled himself inside and what an orgasm it was. Almost instantly his body gave out, falling right on top of yours and knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“No more…” You released the apple from your bite, gasping for air as soon as you got the chance. Only now could you feel how sweaty your body has gotten, the thin glossy layer almost enveloping you whole. Both of you were left panting, how could you not after such an explosive climax?

“You’re too good for me?” Among the sea of desperate pants Kaveh managed to let a few words out.

“How is that the conclusion you reached after this?” You chuckled, giving into his embrace.

“You make me feel better than I thought possible.” He nuzzled your nape, the same spot he kissed just a moment earlier. His body was slowly cooling down, yet he still wasn’t ready to pull out. You could shower in the morning anyways, he thought.

“You do the same to me.” You buried your head back into the mattress. “Guess we’re equal.”

“Yeah.” His speech turned into quiet mumbling, just enough for only you to hear. “Thank you.”

“Thank you too.” You whispered.

“For what?”

“For being here with me”

You had to eat fruit salads for the rest of the week.

[Writer’s note: honestly I was just kind of fucking around this time. had this idea since far back and found it funny so now it's a full fic. don't take it too seriously, I'm just experimenting with different kinks here. finished it last minute like last time, sigh... now please feel free to leave some request for april fools because I genuinely want to write some crack, but nothing is coming to mind.]

#genshin x amab reader #genshin x male reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kaveh x amab reader #kaveh x male reader #kaveh x reader #kaveh smut #own writing #archive #kaveh

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the-fo0l · 2 years

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Yandere! Ethan Winters x reader

Notes: Reader in gender neutral as as usual. God i love Ethan sm, he's just such an underappreciated sweetheart<3333

Warnings: murder, since it's a yandere fic

Ethan is very much an obsessive, overprotective and worshipper type of yandere

You will never anyone who is as devoted to ones one's partner as he is

He has commitment issues in the sense that he gets too committed too fast

Once he's in love he can't help but plan out the rest of your lives together in his head

Spending nearly all his time daydreaming about lovey-dovey dates, the fairytale wedding, perfect honeymoon and beyond romantic anniversaries.

He makes a very good amount of money as a system engineer and after the Baker house he got a real nice compensation for stopping Evelin

And you can bet that nearly all of it goes towards spoiling you

The attachment he has to you is only amplified by the fact you two met during the horrorific events at the Baker house

Lucas had kidnapped you, delusonally insisting you were his girlfriend and every time you fought back he'd throw a fit and lock you in the basement

It just so happend that Ethan had to pass by the basement when he first entered the house and found you there, unconscious, but way more alive looking than the creatures he's encountered so far

When he woke you he immediately started questioning you on Mia and if you had seen her, confusing the hell out of you

You told eachother everything you knew and agreed to help one another with escaping

The deeper in the house you go the more Ethan seems to lose his mind. He becomes more and more protective of you, always healing you before himself, even locking you in the saferoom a couple times. You assume he's just stressed about Mia and worried for you cause you're the only normal person in the house

But little did you know that Ethan's mold infected mind had nothing on it but you, you and only you

When the horrific night you two had was beginning to end Ethan and you found Mia and Zoe. Faced with the decision of who should have the one remaining cure he injects you with no hesitation

You likely didn't even need it, you hadn't been in the Baker house as long as them

The girls are doomed to die or even worse, become just like the mold monsters you've been fighting. In that case Ethan doesn't want them getting in the way or hurting you, oh god how the thought of you getting hurt pains him. With no remorse, nor delay, he shoots them both in the head as you watch on in shock

"...What the fuck, Ethan?!" you hardly back away a couple steps before he girmly grabs ahold of your shoulders

"Shh, shhh, it's okay, they can't hurt you anymore," he says, looking at you with nothing but pure and absolute adoration swimming in his eyes

He has you wait for him in a safe place while he goes to finish Evelin and find you two an escape from this nightmare

But just because the incident is over does not mean you're getting rid of Ethan any time soon, in fact it's quite the opposite

To him you are the only person in the world who actually matters and he'll make sure you know it

He constantly showers you with compliments and physical affection when he feels daring enough

And don't even get me started on the gift giving he does

Now you both live comfortably in a big house, having everything you could ever want, all the while Ethan dotes over you 24/7

And I do mean 24/7, he even dreamily talks about you in his dreams

You don't have to lift a finger, Ethan insists on doing all the cooking and cleaning so you can focus on whatever makes you happy and he can focus on being the perfect househusband for you <3

Just, please, give him some affection too, the way he blushes and stutters is a sight for sore eyes

Thankfully, he doesn't get jealous very easily but he does hate it when other men get overly friendly with you. But he trusts you (after all i he becomes a problem Ethan could easily kill him)

Hates being away from you for extended periods of time

Scratch that, he hates being away from you at all

He always feels like he has to keep proving his love for you even more. Whether that be gifts, vacations, acts of sercive, endless flattery or killing your enemies, he'll do it all just so he can be held by you at the end of the day

btw he's a the little spoon bite me

If you try getting away from him good luck, he'll go to hell and back until he finds you

Plus the government officials tasked with containing bioweapons agree that keeping you and him together is the best way to keep Ethan docile, after all you're the only thing he cares about now

So if you really don't like him, maybe it'd be better to just stay for the money, or so that he doesn't go on a killing spree, god knows he's happy as long as you two are together

Just like it should be <3

#resident evil x reader #ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #yandere ethan winters #yandere ethan winters x reader #yandere resident evil #jesus christ i love ethan so much #yandere re7 #yandere re8 #yandere resident evil 7

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Fic Rec List - Lewis/Nico

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wanna kiss you, but if I do I might miss you, babe by @blorbocedes | T | 2k Nico has the perfect life - beautiful wife, beloved children. He also still has Lewis. These two don't go together but he ignores that as best he can. This is a such a perfect look inside the head of a cheater who knows what he's doing is wrong, yet manages to hide the fact even from himself.

When Nico woke up, he had the dull headache of a slight hangover; the previous night crystal clear – the transgressions of his marriage. Nico breathed, imagining the tearstained apology to his Vivi – a lapse in judgment, and turned to tell Lewis they could never do this again, the excuses of being drunk, lonely, convenient. The space beside his bed is empty, Lewis gone already with no traces of himself left behind. Well, that's one awkward conversation made redundant. It's too cliche to commit infidelity in your marriage and try to overcompensate with lavish gifts, so instead Nico came home with presents for his daughters as always, and made love to his wife, twice. He went down on her for an hour – affirming to himself that Monza was a one off mistake, and making her feel desired, and how grateful Nico was for her, for everything they have built together.

Always The Same Smile by @effervescentdragon | M | 2k Written for the prompt "wag!nico (2016 WDC and retired) and world champion husband vegan dog dad lewis hamilton.... give me established relationship... give me functioning power couple." This author's Nico characterisation is always so on point, and I love how she captures the complexity of the Brocedes dynamic. They get a deserved and fitting happy ending in this one, and I loved it so much!

They didn't want to see the way Lewis' face lit up whenever he saw Nico, or the way Roscoe ran towards Nico immediately (because he knew who was responsible for feeding him more often than not), or the way Nico always praised Lewis when he was invited to commentate and still never held back in his commentary, or the newest tattoo across Lewis' heart, or the way neither of them was ever linked to any random love interests, or the way their vacation pictures came from the same place, or the way Nico still somehow knew the grid gossip he had no way of knowing (and used it whenever he saw fit), or the way the causes they supported were very much aligned.

nsfw: hall pass by @like-pilot-lights | E | 7.3k Wifeguy!Nico gets to have his cake and eat it too (aka Nicos wife is okay with sharing him). As a part of the Nico Rosberg support squad I love a fic that lets him have it all and doesnt portray him as a miserable man that let the love of his life slip through his fingers. The Nico in this fic is in a loving relationship with Vivian who also happens to realize that he has always been a bit in love with Lewis and sets about making sure they get their heads out of their asses.

“Shouldn’t there be, uh, rules?” He says into her hair, as she kisses his neck. She pulls back and regards him, amused and wary. “What do you mean?” He can tell from her face that she knows exactly what he means. “Viv.” “We can have rules, if you like.” She lowers her head and nips his earlobe with her teeth. “Use a condom, for one.” Nico tries not to think about his wife thinking about any activity between him and Lewis that requires a condom and fails, feeling himself getting hard just at the thought. He nods, letting her tongue trace over the curve of his ear. “Anything else?” “Well, just do – whatever you did before.” Whatever they did before . Without meaning to, he snorts a gentle laugh at the thought. “What’s so funny?” she mutters into his ear, slipping a hand down his side. Nico has abandoned any pretence now, is quite sure that his wife is actually kind of enjoying this. He tests the theory. “Well, I’m not sure a blowjob in the Mercedes garage is possible this week.” He holds his breath. It’s the first time he’s actually admitted it out loud, rather than just meekly nodding at his wife’s assumptions. She might, he thinks, storm out right now, horrified at the truth of it. Instead, she lets out a moan and shifts in his lap.

beep, beep, beep by @witchee_writer | T | 10k After a major crash, Lewis finds ways to recover - and finds solace in his old teammate, Nico. I loved this fic because even though it started off heavy, it got so much lighter and had so many cute, fluffy moments! I love angst with a happy ending!

Lewis hadn't seen his life flash before his eyes when he crashed. If he had though, if his life had flashed before his eyes in all of it's technicolor brilliance, he knew what he would have seen. Not championship wins, not living the high life, but hot days on the beach in Greece. Nico's bare back to his chest, Lewis running a hand through his hair as they dreamed big, dreamed of what they could (and would) do together. He would see all of their good times, and maybe some of the bad too.

nsfw: Roseberg's Vs Haminkton by @jean----ralphio | E | 16.3k Nico the florist is madly in love with Lewis the tattooist. Everyone knows this except for Nico. I enjoyed this fic because the love/hate vibes are immaculate. Lewis lives rent-free in Nico's head, to Lewis's slightly fond bemusement and the entertainment of a stellar supporting cast of other drivers.

“I want to get something for Lando. What is seductive?” Carlos blinks at him, then eyes the freesia display. “Who the fuck is Lando?” Nico mutters, before he gestures over to the camellias. “Those represent desire, but that’s all bullshit.” “He needs to know I’m trying to seduce him,” Carlos insists. “I don’t know, man!” Nico groans, rubbing his eyes. “A cactus? They’re kind of phallic?”

nsfw: kellogg's frosties & video games by @georgerussells | E | 58k It's 2021, and contract negotiations for the 2022 season for Mercedes are being decided. It turns out, a familiar face decides to take the seat next to his former rival and teammate : Nico Rosberg is Lewis Hamilton's new teammate. Angst with a happy ending is the love of my life! This is one of my favorite brocedes fics of all time and is a must-read for sure!

There are more flashes of champagne. Flashes of Nico’s smile, of them having pizza in some cheap Italian restaurant at the beach. Eating Kellogg’s Frosties right from the box in the morning, sitting on the kitchen counter, their legs dangling down, thighs touching, them making plans for the day. Nico’s laugh. // There is a touch, they spin and then they’re both in the gravel. Lewis is fuming and he gets out of his car, the Spanish sun burning down on them. He’s ready to yell, the anger hot and white in him, pooling in his stomach. They don’t talk for the rest of the day, the coldness between them a stark contrast to the hot anger from before.

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Top 10 Klance ❤️💙 Fics

Ordered lowest to highest word count

The Ninth Wave by Anonymous

12,535 words - Rated M

The ninth wave is the final and most destructive wave of a tsunami.

(Eight moments that made Keith and Lance care for each other, and another one that was bound to break them)

Cut to the Feeling by usernicole

15,776 words - Rated T

“Let’s do it again,” Keith says breathlessly. “Here and on every planet we come across. Let’s get married on every planet we can.”

“Are you joking?” Lance asks, incredulous. “You really want to get married to me on every planet we land on?”

“Yes,” Keith says, voice high pitched and shaky with residual adrenaline. “Yes. Every planet. If it feels like this every time, let’s get married ten, twenty, a hundred times.”

“Let’s break records. I want the universe to see us and be jealous.”

Or: Five times Keith and Lance get married, and one time they don't.

the currents you create by theoddoodisnude

18,501 words - Rated T

Some days, he woke up even more tired than he’d been when he’d gone to sleep, and willing his body to go through the motions was just—tough. Like wading through thigh-high water or running on soft sand that gave under the soles of his feet.

A Kiss is a Kiss (But it’s never like this) by GibbousLunation

25,285 words - Rated T

“How does this keep happening to us, every time.” Lance grumbled.

“You’d think they’d stop sending us on away missions,” he agreed.

Honestly, between the poisonous plants of their last planet, and Lance’s tendency to always end up on the business end of every blaster or pointy ended stick, Allura was just being inefficient at this point.

Or, five times Keith kissed Lance but the situation was less than ideal, and one time Lance finally kissed him back.

Due West by europa_report

27,284 words - Rated T

“Why did the blue lion choose you?”

Lance’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. He was an expressive boy. He wiped the shock away quickly though, smiling easily as he took a small sip from the drink he held.

“Dunno. We had a connection, I felt it the second I stepped into that cave. You know, the one Keith-“

“I know,” Krolia said tersely. “I found it.”

Flashbacks to Krolia's interactions with the blue paladin, as the pair fight for survival on a barren planet, stranded on their way to Earth

sunflower by xintong

41,557 words - Rated M

On the morning of their first summer back on Earth, Lance receives a gift of sunflowers. A confession, a rejection, and the passage of time, all leading to the one person who's always been there for him.

you build your tower (but call me home) by parchmints

63,041 words - Rated T

In the land of Arus, the youngest Nalquodian prince—Prince Leandro—is hidden away in a little castle that overlooks the kingdom; a countermeasure to protect him from the Galran assassins that have sworn to take his life.

And in the tallest tower of the castle, behind a grimy rose window and under a dusty sheet, is an enchanting gargoyle that the prince finds himself compelled to visit every day.

Almost as if by a spell…

How to Train Your Garla series by magisterpavus

68,117 words - Rated M & E

“Shiro, I fucked up,” Keith blurted, wringing his hands.

Echo a Spark by usernicole

72,609 words - Rated M

Lance learns to stand on his own two feet.

Trouble’s Making Everything Alright series by Mytay

430,410 words - Rated M

Two Paladins become two rough and tumble mercenaries, donning their leather coats and gun holsters, righting wrongs (while committing a few heists of their own), and fighting to get off this bleak, crime-filled planet.

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I don't know who needs to hear this, and I hope it's evident I'm coming from a place of compassion, but...

I know it's hard to anticipate your future capacity and we all like to be optimistic about it -- "Yes! I want it all! I'm so excited!" -- and we are excited, and we do have good intentions -- but if you have noticed that you often do not have the spoons to read prompt fills you requested, or support an event or exchange you participated in by reading and commenting on a few fics in the collection (hopefully you are commenting on your own gifts, but if you're having trouble even with that, definitely scale back your involvement), then stop requesting things and step back from events.

Overcommitting, even if it's only a "meeting social expectations" commitment, sucks for you because you probably end up feeling overwhelmed and/or guilty, and it sucks for other people who might feel unacknowledged and unseen. Be nice to your future self, set reasonable expectations (based on past experience, because anticipating is hard af), and everyone wins. As for those things you haven't gotten to, either hunker down and get to them or accept you can't, and that's okay, and turn a new page.

(And if you didn't need to hear this, it's not for you.)

(And I know not everyone is going to share these feelings, I'm not a spokesperson for the fandom, but they are based on conversations with a lot of people and not just pulled out of my head.)

There is a flipside to this, which is that if you are writing a prompt fill or gift fic for someone and you produce something significantly longer than expected (I am guilty of this), there's a reasonable chance your recipient will be both grateful... and overwhelmed. That doesn't mean don't run with the inspiration, but recognise there's a possibility it won't be read by the recipient, or at least won't be read for some time. And recipients of long fics: it's okay to feel overwhelmed by them.

#polu plays mom #this is only like 5% about me

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do better than this

an: this is based off of the song tampa by LANY. i am a massive lany fan and i decided i might write some fics based off of their songs, so this is the first one!

pairing: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: angst, angst to fluff, swearing, cheating, flying, fighting, fluffy ending, childhood friends to lovers as well, the first part is a lot of atsumu focused story

wc: 1.5k

airports, especially late at night, are one of the most special places to be. quiet, empty, full of travelers whose stories you don't know. the gates and hallways are full of adventure and wonder. it is a very unique and lovely experience.

except, of course, when you're heartbroken.

angry and hurt are the two best words to describe how atsumu is feeling right now. MSBY had finally wrapped up their couple week long trip in the US, 4 games total with lots of practice matches, interviews, and events. the whirlwind experience finally coming to a close in the state of Florida, where the weather was warm and sticky and the beaches were sandy and blue. the team was very successful and everyone had a great time.

atsumu was having a wonderful time as well. this was one of his favorite parts of playing: seeing the world and going up against immensely talented players.

earlier tonight, after zipping up his last suitcase, atsumu was sent a couple photos that he wish he hadn't seen.

his girlfriend of two years, pictured in a club with what looked to be one of her co-workers that he recognized. no big deal. except the next set of photos showed his girlfriend in his lap, then kissing him with the other male's hands all over her body.

the worst part? atsumu isn't surprised.

this isn't the first time. the first six months were great, some of the best moments he's ever had in his life. the sweetest memories of all took place in the beginnings of his relationship. after that, though, things started to go downhill. small fights and disagreements lead to blow ups and yelling matches. doubts and worries lead to trust issues. his love and passion for volleyball, once a light of his life, had been painted over and turned into the villian. atsumu almost believed that his life's work was the cause of all of the issues in his relationship.

waiting in line at security gave him plenty of time to think, even though he didn't want to. slipping off his shoes and grabbing a bin, atsumu thought back to the most recent fight.

his girlfriend, if you could even call her that now, yelled at him before he left two weeks ago. shouts of all you care about is that stupid sport and you don't care about me like you used to filled the room. feeling defensive, atsumu tried to explain himself and fight for himself. bringing up moments he took time off every month to spend with her, sending her flowers and gifts while he was away, taking the time to call her as well, even though she wouldn't pick up. the fight ended in her storming out of his apartment, the slam of a door the only form of goodbye he received from her.

he wasn't a bad boyfriend. he knew that deep down. but her words cut deep, almost convincing him that he was the reason.

walking to the gate with his head down, atsumu feels empty. what do i do now? staring at the photos over and over, hoping that he made the images up in his mind, his head feels like it's spinning. he gets it, he travels a lot. he has a lot of practices, trainings, camps, and commitments. but he always made time for her.

hearing the approval to board, atsumu finally decides on what to say. hitting send, atsumu shoves his phone back in his pocket with a shake of his head.

i'm boarding now, but i think it would be best if we called when i land.

the flight was nothing special. atsumu tried to sleep, tried to watch a movie, anything to distract himself from the shitshow of a phone call that was bound to happen when he landed.

sure enough, his prediction was correct.

as soon as he landed, he sent her a text to let her know he arrived, to which she responded with enthusiasm, unknowing to the fact that he knows everything.

atsumu!! ❤️

the following hour of his commute back to his apartment was full of angry words, shouting at his dashboard while he drove through the city, finally pulling into his apartment and slamming his door shut. like most of their fights, it was filled with atsumu apologizing for nothing, trying to come up with solutions to convince himself to stay, all for them to lead nowhere.

in the end, she was the one to end things with him.

it was about dinner time when your phone rang. turning off the stove and answering, you set your phone on speaker as you serve yourself some food.

"tsum, welcome home!"

throwing himself on his couch, he smiles for the first time in what feels like years.

"why thank you, i'm glad to be here."

sitting down to eat, your heart beats a little quicker at the sound of his voice. you know you shouldn't, you know he has someone, but you can't help but feel this way. pushing your emotions down, you distract yourself by hearing about his travels.

"i'm glad you're here, too." wincing at how forward you sound, you quickly try to cover it up by asking another question.

"okay, tell me everything, and don't leave out a single detail."

the next fifteen minutes are filled with stories of matches, games, sites he saw, the cities he got to see, and how it felt to be somewhere new. both of you laugh as he recalled a couple stories from their times in Las Vegas, but the stories seemed to wrap up suddenly.

"and then we got to Florida," a long pause. "...and then it was all over and I came home! so, a pretty good trip overall," the last part mumbled, atsumu feels his heart break a little.

"what? you can't just leave out an entire state, 'tsum. tell me, I want to hear!"

another long pause, followed by a loud sigh.

"well, the activities itself were great. i had a lot of fun," smiling, he recalls visiting the beach with his teammates. the smile disappears when the memory fades. "um, well-"

sighing yourself, you pinch your nose. in annoyance or worry, you're not sure. you know exactly what he's going to say.

"what did she do, atsumu?"

putting you on speaker, atsumu walks to his kitchen to grab a snack for himself. shutting the cabinet a little too hard, you finally get a response.

"she cheated, she fucking cheated and with that bastard she works with, too. i should have known, maybe i-" he sucks his teeth and shakes his head, putting the bag of chips he grabbed on to the counter. "nevermind."

you know what he was going to say.

"atsumu. you didn't do anything wrong."

his chest feels tight. "yeah, maybe,"

"i'm serious. you've done nothing wrong. this isn't your fault. you aren't responsible for her actions."

silence fills the line, followed by a couple sniffles that atsumu hoped you wouldn't hear.

he swallows a sob. "yeah, i can do better than this, but maybe i deserve it?" tears fall down his cheeks. "i am busy, i'm gone all the time, and-"

"no."

he sniffs. "no?"

there's silence from your end this time. "atsumu, you deserve so much more. you did so much for her, you spent every ounce of extra time on her, and then some. she didn't value you or your time, she didn't love you like i-" stopping before you get any further, you take a deep breath. "like you deserve, 'tsum. i mean it."

his ears perk up at your last sentence. like i?

he never admitted it outloud, maybe to osamu, but he has always loved you. you've known each other for years, but he never thought you were interested. part of the reason he started dating was to forget about you, trying to distract himself. he really, really hopes he heard you correctly.

"woah, wait a second," he stumbles around, putting his shoes on and grabbing his keys in a hurry, wiping the left over tears off his face. "what did ya say?"

your stomach flips. "i said, you deserve to be loved," you cringe. there's no way he heard me, right?

he's driving now, that much you can tell. he still hasn't said anything in response. "'tsum, you still there?" the sound of automatic doors ring through the speaker.

"yeah, just got hungry and needed a snack," he lies. hes grabbing a couple things, but not for himself. "you're home, right?"

you sit up. "yeah, i am...why?"

the crinkle of cellophane and the shut of a car door peak your interest, but atsumu isn't clearing things up at all.

"could i come see ya? i just-i really want to see ya. i missed ya, after all."

still confused, but eager to see him after a couple weeks, you agree. "sure, 'tsum. i'll be here."

"great, see ya soon." atsumu hangs up, and places the wrapped flowers carefully in his passenger seat, along with a couple other things that he got for you while he was gone.

for the first time in two years, atsumu is buying flowers for someone he truly loves.

he only hopes that you love him, too.

#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu x you #miya atsumu x you #atsumu angst #haikyuu angst to fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff

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This Could Get Ugly 3. The Rise and Subsequent Fall of Eddie Munson

Summary: It's 1983 and The Downsides need another lead singer and you just happen to need a band--it's a perfect match. The only issue? You have to pretend to be in a relationship with your bandmate, Steve Harrington, but you can't help but be drawn to the band's broody guitar player.

pairing: s.h. x fem!reader, e.m. x fem!reader, j.b. x n.w., r.b x n.w.

warnings: Heavy drug use, misogyny, angst, past!Eddie x Chrissy

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WC: 2.7K

A/N: Halloween came early this year I guess! Take this early chapter as a thank you all for your follows, reblogs and likes! The idea of my fic being so well-received warms my heart! Enjoy!

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EDDIE: Okay, here we go.

I’m Eddie Munson, lead guitar for The Downsides.

I grew up trailer trash in some town that no one’s ever heard of. My mom died when I was eight and my dad was in and out of jail pretty much my entire life--well, until those royalty checks started rolling in, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

People always use the dead mom/jailbird dad thing to either turn me into a sob story or villainize me, so I generally tend to avoid talking about it but since it's you, I'll say this: the thing I remember most about my mother is her absence and there is not a single redeeming thing about ole' Munson Sr. but I don't think they're responsible for any of the ways I've fucked up over the years. Nah, kid, that was all me.

Let’s get to the good stuff, shall we?

At the tender age of ten, I was gifted an old beat-up guitar by my uncle. Clearly, something he had picked up at the local Goodwill to try and keep me occupied and out of trouble. The neighbors hated us after. They hated us, even more, when it turned out that I could actually play.

When I was 18, Uncle Wayne got the idea that I was ready to commit to a life of indentured servitude over at the factory and that did not sit well with me, at all. I wanted to be a musician. But, instead of talking to him about it, you know, like a rational person? I just ran.

I sold my van and got a one-way ticket to LA. The metal scene was starting to pop up on the strip and music—metal—was the only thing I was good at, so I thought, ‘what the hell!’ and booked it. I slummed it for a few months and then, through some stroke of luck, I heard about a band that was auditioning for a new guitar player since their last one got hitched and quit. The Metal Gods smiled down on me the day of the audition because that same afternoon they called me back and told me they wanted me on as lead guitar.

1982

“It Was You”, your duet with The Letterman’s peaked at number 6 on Billboard’s Top 100 in October of 1982.

Suddenly, everyone wanted you to be featured in their songs. Your EP did well enough, but it didn’t even crack the top 30. That didn’t keep you from being the hot new thing on the scene and a

huge part of that was your reputation.

Of course, people knew who you were because of your groupie days, and you unintentionally built a reputation for being romantically involved with different musicians. So, when you broke out on the scene with a romantic duet, people started talking, and the tabloids began to spin stories about you and Jason being romantically linked which only caused a buzz for the song. You, of course, hated this and vehemently denied being involved with Jason to anyone who would listen. Jason, meanwhile, played it coy with the press, only fueling the rumors and your rage.

“Listen, I hate the guy as much as you do, sweetheart, but you got to respect the strategy,” Murray had said after hearing you gripe about one particularly salacious headline.

Before the year was through, you had been featured in five other duets. All with male artists. All resulting in more and more outlandish dating rumors. And all enjoying a lengthy stay on the top of the charts.

Starcourt had begun to push you to take it a step further and Brenner had asked for Murray to arrange outings between you and whatever male artist you were collaborating with. The meetings—you refused to call them dates—were always somewhere that was strategically public, somewhere where there was always at least one paparazzi with their cameras locked and ready. The pictures they would take would always make it to at least one gossip magazine, which resulted in even more publicity for the song.

Your partners—you refused to call them dates—were, at their best, cordial and business-like, one or two of them even asked for your permission before holding your hand. At their worst, though, they were handsy, entitled, and rude. None of them ever tried to ask you out on a real date and you weren't sure what that said about you.

Soon you were racking up duets and notoriety in equal measures. Radio DJs would make jokes about you every time they would play one of your songs—and they played your songs a lot. Once, while you were walking around Rodeo, a woman stopped you in the middle of the street and told you, very brazenly, that you needed to stop sleeping around so much. Before you could even tell her off, though, she proceeded to gush about how much she loved your duet with The Letterman's.

It seemed like everyone seemed to see you in a similar light though: they thought you were some sort of despicable maneater but all they wanted was more of a reason to talk about how you were a despicable maneater.

Murray had his work cut out for him, “We just need to find a way for you to have this same buzz all the time.”

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EDDIE: Things started to pick up with Corroded Coffin. We were playing shows pretty much every night. As I said, metal was on the rise and we were at the forefront. Eventually, record label bigwigs had no choice but to acknowledge that.

Some of them got smart and started poaching bands early on, like Starcourt. Corroded Coffin signed with them in ‘82. We thought we were hot shit after that.

There’s a certain lifestyle that goes along with that, though, you know? A reputation that you have to uphold.

I'm not trying to make excuses for myself here, trust me. I'm just...trying to explain myself.

People always love to talk shit. They'll call you all sorts of names before they see you as an actual person. Trust me, I would know. But, these interviews are an opportunity to set the record straight, to finally be seen as an actual person.

So, there I was, a nineteen-year-old kid from Bumfuck nowhere, finally making it big, finally feeling like I belonged somewhere--like for the first time I wasn't a freak whose mom died or some trailer trash high school dropout--of course, I was gonna get swept up in it all. Of course, I was going to start picking up the bad habits and doing drugs. There was no one there to tell me otherwise.

It started out as something to get us through the madness that was our schedule: between the live shows and the studio time, we needed uppers just to keep us on our feet. Then, obviously, you needed the downers so you could fucking relax because the uppers made you so tense.

I stopped enjoying the drugs pretty early on, but at that point quitting wasn't something that I was willing to put that much effort into.

1983

The first time someone asked for your autograph, you were at a show at Whiskey a Go Go. Murray, acting as a sort of manager, had set up a photo opp with Charles Riva, your latest duet partner. He hadn’t shown that night but you never walked away from a live show.

Two girls, not much younger than you, appeared behind you as you were ordering at the bar and tapped you on the shoulder.

“See, I told you it was her,” the shorter one, a strawberry blonde with severe bangs whispered excitedly to her friend, a taller brunette.

Before you could ask either of them exactly what they wanted, the strawberry blonde spoke again, “Can we have your autograph?”

You could only nod dumbly as they handed you a cocktail napkin and a pen. You tried to think of something meaningful to write, but in your shock, could only come up with “Best wishes, xoxo”. You didn’t even ask them their names. The best you could do was offer to buy them a drink, which they happily accepted.

You regretted the offer as soon as you registered how young they looked underneath all that makeup, an observation that made you unsettlingly sad. You were reminded of your first days on the Strip: lonely and young and wanting someone to notice you for the right reasons.

Your thoughts became too heavy to deal with at that particular moment and you abruptly excused yourself, leaving the two confused girls behind. A shame, you thought to yourself, in another life you might’ve all been friends, but no one really wants to be your friend these days. They just want to tell people they’re your friends. Walking away saves everyone the disappointment.

You needed a drink.

By the time the main act had taken the stage, your vision had started to haze at the edges as a result of the multiple drinks you had procured for yourself. You watched, half-interested as a band you’d never heard of, Corroded Coffin took the stage, your eyes tracing after each member, eyeing the things only a fellow musician would: the models of equipment they had, the way the band queued each other up.

You didn't know enough about metal yet to know whether you'd consider yourself a fan or not but even with the little familiarity you have, you can tell this band is good. Their playing is unpolished but overflowing with energy and the crowd is feeding into it, screaming the lyrics along with the lead singer.

All of it reminds you of your first show at the Strip—what seemed ages ago—and that memory summons a whole other thought entirely: the reason that you had gotten into music was to actually make music you liked, not to be a topic of discussion in a gossip magazine, getting no say in the music you created.

You don't even remember the last time you had even written a lyric.

You think to yourself that maybe you should wander backstage after the show, like you once did and talk to the band. Maybe you could pick their brains about songwriting. They clearly didn’t care about mass appeal if they were making metal music which means they were probably doing it for the art.

At the very least they probably had a decent stash of pills.

Either way, it would be worth it.

***

EDDIE: It was pretty much love, at first sight, the moment I saw her in the crowd that night at Whiskey a Go Go. I remember seeing her for the first time halfway through our set and it was like I went blind for a moment. I had completely forgotten what I was doing, I think I even missed a cue. After the show, I made a beeline for the bar where she was standing, trying to act as cool as I could but I was shitting it.

***

Once that band had wrapped up, you made your way to the dressing rooms. You maneuvered to the dressing rooms like you had dozens of times before, but the band wasn’t there.

You milled about for a bit, before growing bored and leaving wondering if maybe they had seen you coming and left.

***

EDDIE: I ordered a drink just as an excuse to get closer and it worked. She was even more beautiful up close and so, so kind. Told me she loved our show and even pointed out specific guitar solos of mine that she liked. She always had a way of making you feel special like that. Chrissy Fucking Cunningham. Even her name was perfect, not a syllable too few or too many.

I asked her for her number that night and we went on a date two days later, I could hardly keep it.

together having to wait two days to see her again. Then, after a few weeks, we were going steady, as the kids say. It was perfect. I never really had anyone to myself, you know? She was the first person that ever made me feel seen and cared about.

I remember one time; she was hanging out at my place while the band was in the studio. When I came back, she had done all my laundry. When I asked her why she had done that, she just said “I dunno, just because” then, all of a sudden there were tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something like that for me “just because".

My life had never been better--so of course, I fucked it up.

***

While you did not manage to meet Corroded Coffin, you couldn’t stop thinking about them, even days later. It was like seeing them play had awoken you from a daze you didn’t even know you had been in.

You spend a few days getting incredibly drunk by the pool after that. But no matter how much you drank or how many pretty dresses you bought yourself or how many pill you took, you could not shake the feeling.

A few mornings later, you had called Murray, “This stops now, Murray. No more duets or features or whatever else. I want to meet with Brenner. I want to do this my way.”

Murray, not used to being awake so early, gave a weak attempt at talking you down.

“No,” you urged on, “you said once I started making money, I could have a say. Well, now I’m making money and I’m tired of Starcourt just using me for that. So, I want something permanent and I want to write my own music, got it?”

“You have a contract,” Murray parroted back, half-heartedly.

“Yes, I do, and I plan to honor that contract but so help me God I will make life a living hell for you and for Brenner and any other exec that tries to get me to do another duet with Jason fucking Carver. In fact, I will find a way to lose Starcourt money if you don’t get me out of this. Am I clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Great, I’ll see you at lunch Murray.”

He signed, “See you then.”

***

EDDIE: My drug use was getting more out of hand. Chrissy hated it, but I couldn't bring myself to quit. Especially the things that I thought I needed to make it through the day.

Chrissy was a saint throughout the whole thing, until one night when she caught me in the dressing room of Whiskey with a girl who was not her. She walked away and I don’t really blame her. Out of all the regrets of my life—and trust me, kid—that was one of the biggest.

She moved out that day and refused to take my calls, moved in with one of her friends and I spent days just calling her, sending her flowers, the works.

She told me she wouldn’t budge unless I got clean. So, I checked myself into rehab. She was a good enough reason to quit. 45 days later, I checked out, clean as a motherfucking whistle.

Chrissy was gone though, I had no clue where she had disappeared to, but wherever she went, she didn’t want me to find her.

On top of that, my band was fucking pissed. I left the band for 45 days without telling anyone, right as we were finishing recording our debut album. Yeah, they weren’t happy. I was in something called “breach of contract” with the suits over at record label and they wanted to take me to court, and not the Star kind.

I definitely didn’t have lawsuit type of money back then, so it was in my best interest to work something out with Starcourt and jump back on fulfilling my contract. Problem was, Corroded Coffin didn’t want me back anymore, even though the guy they replaced me with wasn’t half as good as I was.

I thought that because my old band didn’t want me, that meant that I would be free of my contract. I was wrong. What actually happened was that my fate was then put into Starcourt’s hands and they could place me in whatever podunk production or band they wanted. They owned my ass.

And that’s how I ended up with The Downsides.

NEXT CHAPTER 🎺🎹

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apologies for my absence- holiday periods are tiring lmao how were they for you? unfortunately we have yet to watch the fnaf movie, as our group is one that is exceedingly difficult to make plans around because we're all busy 💀 but then there's the one guy who doesn't want to leave his house lmao luckily, iv'e been pretty good at staying away from spoilers, so i've got that going for me. on the other hand, i'm planning to go see Trolls 3, and my mother and sister recently went to see the new Wonka movie. Though from what i've heard from a friend, Wonka's no good :// Yeahhh, if i actually commit to the mod, i'd have to learn pixel art and reteach myself code and programming 😭... i used to be somewhat decent at it. oooo yes i love a good choose your own adventure! they're so much fun and i've actually coded 1 of my own :,) it was through Visual Basics though, so the formatting was a bit weird for me lmao if you're going for a visual novel type of look and playability, I'd probably recommend Unity or itch.io? in my experience, Unity is probably easier to use.. theres another website/app i used but i can't recall the name sadly :( if i do i'll get back to you though! i don't have that much of a detailed request this time, but perhaps some fluff and love languages between rasmodius and the reader? or like hcs of rasmodius's evolving interest/thoughts arund the reader before finally getting together? i'd perhaps request nsfw/smut stuff too but tbh i just don't have any ideas 💛 tysmm :D -🔮

A/N: I’m glad you’re okay!! Honestly I’ve been sick these past couple of weeks (I caught pneumonia and had it for a month before going to the hospital. I thought it was a cold oopsies) I haven’t watched anything new recently but I am watching the third season of singles inferno with some friends. And I guess until I can figure out how to make a visual novel I have to write the fic out lmao sucks for me because I think a game would be better but oh well. What can I do? And like always I’ll try to do both!! Check back for the second one!!

Tw: cursing, slight nsfw but no full on smut. Let me know if there’s something I missed!!

Wc: I have no idea! But these are headcanons so 10+ is the goal!!

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Okay so there are five main types of love languages.

Physical touch, Words of Affirmation, Receiving Gifts, Acts of Service, and Quality Time.

I would also like anyone reading this to remember that these love languages are how you want to be loved/receive love not how you show love to others.

I do think that Rasmodius is very connected to himself

And by that I mean I think he knows himself very well, or at least he thinks he knows himself very well.

And for a long time I think he probably thought that Quality Time and Physical Touch were his main two love languages.

I mean idk if it’s canon but in my opinion I do think he cheated on the witch with Caroline

And I’m not gonna go into it here because this isn’t about them, but I think it might’ve had to do with that and his own struggles with temptations.

And I also think gift giving is canon for literally every single character in stardew because that’s the main way to befriend someone.

But I think that after marrying you/beginning to date you he realizes that his actual love language is words of affirmation.

While Physical touch and quality time are still very important to him, being with you makes him see that he really does like being praised.

Like whenever you say that he has done something well, or that you like something he has done his heart flutters as if he were a teenager again.

Especially when it comes to his magic

Like I feel like the townspeople aren’t really fond of him

And they never thank him for the things that he does whenever they actually need him for stuff

Like the haunted maze

Like they’re just talking about how weird he is and how he got it done

But they never stop and say anything that’s positive like WTF

So I think he would appreciate whenever you thank him or praise him and it would go straight to his head (which one idk 👀)

With quality time I feel like you get a lot of it after he moves to the farm

Like unless he’s working in his tower, or you’re off somewhere like in the mines

That you’re like together even if it’s spent in silence

And he loves that

Like he was super lonely before even if he doesn’t want to admit it

So just being in the same room as you counts as quality time for him.

And if you’re doing an activity that’s particularly domestic

He’s in heaven like he doesn’t wanna make it a big deal

But baking and helping you around the farm makes his heart soar.

I think in terms of how he shows love i think he would show it in acts of service and gift giving

Like oh you don’t feel well?

Don’t bother going to the clinic he’s just going to create a potion that stops you from getting sick

You’re afab and you’re having bad cramps during your period?

Consider them gone

Look at this thing he got for you

And while yeah this might seem like either a lot of insincere

In his mind and heart this is how he shows that he appreciates you and wants you to live a good and easy life.

If he can make things easier and less stressful for you

That’s exactly what he’s going to do

He loves you and while he loves receiving attention and love he’s kinda crap at giving it in the same way because he just doesn’t really know how

So this is how he does

He’s VERY romantic sometimes and shows it through gifts and services.

Very cute and a good significant other when you get past his rough exterior.

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enchantedchocolatebars · 7 months

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Still Alive And Present (Fic based on this AMAZING theory sent to me by an anon)

Hunter was in his room carving a palisman commission for a customer with a smile on his face, meticulously whittling in the desired details that were requested of him - round ears, vertical slits for pupils, a heart shaped nose, a round body, and stubby little legs and feet.

According to the father who had paid for the piece a day ago, the palisman was intended as a birthday gift for his daughter and that pandas were her favorite animals. 💕 🐼

Although Hunter had never carved a panda before, he was having a great time doing so.

Gus had previously presented him with pictures of them.

He said that unlike giraffes, they were a lot friendlier and less vicious.

Once the carving was complete, Hunter planned on giving it to the father first thing in the morning.

He was already imagining the excitement and radiant smile on the girl's face as she opened her gift on her birthday.

The carving apprentice was confident that she would love her new palisman pal.

He knew he did.

"I wonder what your name is going to be?" The blonde would ask rhetorically, aware that the palisman could hear him.

He smiled.

He wouldn't have ever been allowed to carve in the castle, especially not with Belos around.

Hunter was unsure of why, but he experienced moments where he missed his uncle, but he made an effort to remove those thoughts from his mind.

Belos... Philip... was a bad man.

A bad human.

A wicked, unforgivable monster who had committed heinous acts against others and had finally met the demise he deserved in the end.

Hunter, as well as the Isles, were finally free of him.

Meanwhile, Waffles observed Hunter hawk-eyed carving from her wooden bird perch, with an almost possessive look in her yellow hues.

Flying over to her owner, she perched onto his right shoulder.

"Chirp!"

Looking to this right, he spots her and sends his beloved bluejay a serene smile. "Oh, hey, waffle cone," Hunter gently greets the bird with her nickname as he pulled from behind him a single peanut nut. "Would you like a snack?"

The nut was pinched between his thumb and index as he brought it close to her beak.

She grabbed it, but then immediately turned to the left to spit it out.

Hunter was taken aback by her actions. "I thought you loved peanuts."

He then chuckles. "I guess you weren't hungry."

Waffles fixes her gaze on the palisman that Hunter goes back to carving. "What are you carving?" She questions him with a tweet.

"Oh, this? It's a panda palisman. I'm carving it for a commission. I think it's coming along rather nicely!" He showed off his hard work to Waffles. "Don't you think?"

Waffles' eyes squint at the panda, giving it an annoyed look. "Chrip, chirp, tweet, tweet, chrip."

"Well, you're certainly quite the critic," Hunter comments with a small chuckle.

Her second set of chrips and tweets earns her a playful glare from the blonde. "Okay, now you're just being mean."

When Hunter carefully applied the finishes to the panda, he grinned from ear to ear at his creation.

"There! It's done!" He pulls out a cloth and begins to wrap the panda in it, sitting it aside on his nightstand where his lamp and Polly Plantar plush sat at.

Waffles flutters over to Hunter's bed as he heads towards the door. "I need to get some paint for them. Be right back, waffle cone."

As soon as the room door is shut, Waffles slowly develops a malevolent expression on her face as she turns to the palisman on the nightstand.

...

Hunter returns to his room with some pink and white acrylic paints and two paint brushes in his apron pockets, only to see a sight that made him gasp.

His brown eyes witnessed Waffles pecking violently at the newly carved palisman he had just made.

"Waffles, wait, no, stop!" He rushes over to her as she stops.

He swiftly grabs the palisman and inspects to ensure it was not damaged.

Luckily it wasn't.

He sets the carving down on his dressing table.

"Waffles, you can't do that." Hunter tries to correct the bird as calmly as possible. He didn't want to come across as angry towards her.

Gazing at the ground, Waffles emits a somber chirp.

She's so ashamed.

"Do I hate you?" Hunter whispered in disbelief at the question. He shakes his head. "No, no, of course not. Waffles, I could never hate you. Listen, we all make mistakes. No one's perfect. I know you didn't mean it."

Seeing his birdie in such a sad state causes the blonde to shine her a sympathetic smile. "I'll have to paint that little panda later. In the meantime, how about we go see Luz and the others? You'll have the opportunity to hang out with your palisman pals! Would you like that?"

Waffles immediately looks up at Hunter at the offer.

A chripy tweet leaves her beak as the bluejay wastes no time perching on Hunter's shoulder.

She couldn't wait to see her friends!

Hunter gave her chin a gentle scratch. "Alright then, let's go."

As the blonde approaches the door, he fails to notice the sly smile on Waffles' face as her yellow eyes begin to glow in a chilling blue.

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twst-hanaya · 1 year

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Rook Hunt: Apathy Wrapped In Kindness

Okay so this is just going to be me ranting about Rook Hunt (finally - despite him being my fave most special little boy, I haven't written one post about him since starting this blog). It's basically just my personal interpretation of his character and how I imagine he would act, specifically with regards to love and romance. Basically just some personal head-canons, so don't get mad at me if we have different views of him.

I do love a man that can give me emotional damage in ways I never thought possible. Let's get started.

My impression of the fandom consensus - at least, the part of the fandom that writes Reader/Character and MC/Character fics - is that Rook is either an obsessive Yandere or a very gushy and romantic that likes to make grand gestures and dramatic declarations of his love for his significant other in French, with maybe a touch of danger, but it's sexy so we're good.

Realistically - (bad word here I know, I like fantasizing just as much as the next girl but this is for the sake of my deep love of his character okay) - I think Rook would make a terrible lover.

He himself says that he's too obsessed with beauty to be tied down, that his eyes will always chase what shines. He won't give up the opportunity to experience the other beauties of the world. He's so caught up in the expansiveness, the endless novelty, that dopamine hit from finding that shiny new thing, that the idea of limiting himself deliberately is foreign to him. He doesn't commit, not because he's afraid, but because he is greedy. Commitment is a choice to sacrifice, and he wants to experience everything this world has to offer.

As he is now, he is overwhelmed with the abundance of experiences available to him, and he doesn't quite understand the beauty that can only be found in that sacrifice and deep connection with another human being. His intake is just that - taking. Receiving. He eats beauty and enjoys his meals, the delicacy of human existence. He enjoys observing and even helping grow what he finds, making precise comments with his sharp, observant eye. He gives quite a bit in that sense - wisdom, encouragement, and most importantly, the truth.

See, my favorite thing about him is that despite his affable and friendly nature, he always keeps people at a distance. And even worse, he's a hypocrite. If he finds you interesting, he has no qualms about ripping apart your barriers and peering into your soul without you even knowing, while simultaneously disliking any attempts by others to probe into his own life in any significant way.

So this is what I think loving Rook Hunt would look like.

He'll shower you with praise and attention and understanding and advice. He will carve you open and lay bear your every fear and hope and dream, and he will consume that beauty, of a person's most secret, vulnerable part of their being - a risk you have taken, a gift you have given him - with shining eyes and even something like affection and gratitude.

He will do all of this, and when you ask him to please - please give me a piece of yourself too? Something precious, the same as I have given you? He will turn away. His curiosity satisfied, his interest sated, he will move onto the next shiny thing that catches his eye.

He will make you love him, and he will take that love in his hands and hold it up to the light to see how it catches it. He will admire how it sparkles so brightly and how it is malformed and dark in certain spots, and then he will put it down. It will have no place in his life, the collection of things he is willing to keep.

And what are you left with? A love that has nowhere to go and is too unwieldy and overgrown to fit back inside of you the way it used to. There's a big hole, and you have in your hands a love with nowhere to go.

So what were you? Just an experience? His kindness wasn't untrue - he meant every word he said. But his detachment, how he cuts himself out of the equation of life and places himself as a spectator who watches a play, is a type of apathy the inevitable cruelty of which will hurt you when you are standing alone under those bright stage lights looking for his silhouette in the shadows of the audience.

His heart will never belong to anyone but himself. Some might catch a glimpse, on accident. Maybe a sliver he's willing to expose in order to protect the whole. What a cold man.

But maybe, just maybe, someone can show him one day that that emptiness isn't just something he only leaves behind in others but grows in himself as well. Like I said, I don't think he quite understands the value of sacrifice, the kind of sacrifice that binds a person to something greater than themselves - the kind of sacrifice that binds oneself. But maybe when he breaks that person open and they inevitably reject him, unable to bear that feeling of loneliness despite standing beside him, he will feel even a hint of what he has let go, of what he has unwittingly lost with his careless consumption of others' hearts.

Anyways I need someone to write me a 100k+ slowburn Rook/OC fic with this in mind otherwise I have to do it myself and that shits fucking hard man, lol.

#the point is I have an unhealthy obsession with this man #i've never really had a grasp of it until just recently #but i think my type in both fiction and real life is the guy who's difficult to catch #rook hunt brainrot all the way babes #twst rook #rook hunt #twst #twisted wonderland analysis #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #meta #disney twst #I was actually going to write a bigger post with most of the characters with my ideas about how they could #punch me in the feelings juuuust right but as you can see here #i had to make a separate post for Rook my beloved bastard man

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so. jenny lives timeline. when in s6 do calendiles have this breakup, does giles still go to england, is it still tabula rasa or do you place it somewhere else? does jenny stick around the scoobies and what happens with them when he comes back? is he feeling some (irrational) type of way towards jenny for willow going downhill "on her watch"? (or does s6 willow not happen like that in the jenny lives timeline?) what's buffy's feeling about jenny after giles peaces out? *sits cross-legged in front of the storytime chair*

oh BOY this is a fun ask. you literally never disappoint carolina i'm blowing u a kiss.

essentially, giles and jenny spend season six pre-buffy's resurrection having this very complicated thing going on, because this is a version of giles who has Lost His Daughter in a way that is much more difficult for him than in canon. giles in canon sorta deliberately cultivated emotional distance and detachment after jenny's death, but i think that this version of giles definitely would have started looking at buffy differently and at the very least allowing himself to admit and inhabit his love for her -- focusing on trying to take care of her, because jenny is in turn there to encourage him and to affirm that what he wants can sometimes have an overwhelmingly positive outcome! (she is the living example of him Pursuing What He Wants, and in a timeline where this led to him finding a happy relationship with a long-term partner, i think that would have really impacted the way that he looks at some of the other things in his life that he wants, i.e. to take care of and be there for buffy. especially with jenny there actively going "yes definitely take care of and be there for buffy.")

thing is though -- and i have perhaps talked about this before -- when the gift rolls around, this means that giles is hit with buffy's death in full force, and also very probably feels that his approach and his support may have limited her in her slayer-ness, because of course he feels responsible. so he spirals out into this all-encompassing grief that pushes jenny into a position of having to shove her own down to take care of him (i wrote a fic about this a while back!) and tensions are building but he's not really cognizant of it because, again, he's miserable. meanwhile jenny has no respite because she is just going "he's the watcher, it's obviously harder on him" and refusing to engage with how much SHE also cares about and misses buffy! she is being the adult in sunnydale!

so when buffy DOES come back, giles doubles down into the more familiar canon attitude of holding buffy at arm's length, because in his grief he has just completely convinced himself that that's what's appropriate for him to do. meanwhile jenny obviously hasn't changed her mind about anything she's doing at all, in part because i don't think she would have felt so immediately responsible for buffy's death in the same way as giles (but also because she literally Has Not Had Time To Process Her Own Shit), so suddenly she and giles are having these FURIOUS fights because he is seriously considering jetting off to england and she thinks that choosing to leave when the kids need them there the most is Absolutely Insane.

which is to say: giles still goes to england. still around tabula rasa. jenny sticks around w/ the scoobies, and i haven't really 100 percent charted out/settled on the ways that willow's own journey changes, but i am sorta enamored with the idea that not a lot about season six changes very much? willow definitely has this incredible intense downward spiral marked by antipathy towards jenny, who is constantly struggling to reach her. i'm on the fence re: xander and anya, because i think it really would impact xander in a big way to be around a committed, loving, supernatural-fighting couple through his formative teenage years, but i also think that seeing that couple break up right before his own impending nuptials might SIMILARLY really impact him.

buffy changes though! i think it would really floor her that jenny chose her over giles. this is probably the season where they end up actually getting closer in a way that's less superficial and nervous, especially since jenny is very team Buffy Needs Support In A Big Way. what i would really want as a theme is that jenny is making small amounts of positive change, but the overarching structure of everything stays the same, which in turn makes her convinced that she Isn't Helping and that Giles Was Right (when in reality what's happening is that, after such a long time working as part of a team to help keep these kids on the straight and narrow, she's floundering without her partner! she misses him! but of COURSE she is still doing good stuff here!)

i haven't really decided how far the willow thing goes. there is a part of me that's very attached to the horrible tragedy of all of it unfolding exactly the same way, especially because i think the giles/jenny confrontation at the end of season six would be A LOT. i like the idea of jenny reaching out to giles and saying "the kids need help, willow ESPECIALLY needs help" and giles brushing her off because he sees this as a continuation of their argument instead of an actual assessment, and then of course she's right and it all goes to shit and he comes back very gentle and apologetic and she is FURIOUS at him. especially furious because he's so much more what she remembers and loves, and she doesn't get the catharsis of being angry at someone who is being belligerent and shitty! but i ALSO like the idea of jenny NOT reaching out and trying to handle it on her own and being so humiliated and miserable by her perceived failure, and then giles coming in and seeing all of the little changes that she doesn't notice (buffy is emotionally present and comfortable with jenny in a way that did not exist before! post-breakup anya has a place in the group beyond Xander's Girlfriend, at jenny's insistence! pretty much all of the kids are so much more protective of jenny and SOOOO much less Team Giles about it, which in this weird way DEFINITELY makes giles really happy. like that IS his precious babe and she SHOULD be appreciated by the kids for it), & subsequently affirming that she did all she could!

also, post finale giles and jenny definitely have some very emotional poorly planned we-didn't-die sex after willow almost ends the world, and then jenny hits him with "i want a divorce." (what really happens is that giles takes this proclamation super seriously, as one would expect, and then jenny spends the first half of season seven being really weird and squirrelly and dodging all communication and never actually serving him with divorce papers. so they're sorta Loosely Separated for a while but it is very clear to all EXTERNAL parties that there is no breakup happening.)

#asks #scenes from the jenny lives timeline #this is all very loose and subject to change because it lives in my head!#someday i will stitch it all together into a real narrative #but for now: storytime chair :)

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