#HIT ME WITH SCENARIOS

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[childrenofcain-if]

i am writing the main story. just so you know that i need time to finish chapters that are more than 100k words when i’m a full time uni student.

if you have so little faith in me when i’ve put so much thought, time and effort into this story, you should do us both a favour and leave. you’re saving yourself the non-existent ‘disappointment’ and i’m saving myself the headache of reading through more of these stupid asks.

i have no obligation to write for you. i’ll do it when i feel like it. stop acting like you’re paying me to write. the audacity you have would make people think like you’re providing me paychecks every month tf? i’m not your servant, goofy.

you don’t like the scenarios? fine, great. but many of my readers do so i suggest you just move along now and boss around some other IF author.

[nyuoqi]

            — PLEASE DON'T HIT (ON) ME!     ౨ৎ     PGW

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : in which you have your fair share of embarrassing moments. one of it being punching a guy's nose for a plushie (which you did not get at the end). but what will you do when he ended up going to the same class as you? wait, oh no! he recognised you. now you're in for one hell of a ride.

PAIRING  𐙚  park gunwook x fem!reader

GENRE  ⊹  socmed + written chapters, uni! au, strangers to enemies to lovers, fluff, humour, maybe angst, reader is unhinged sometimes

FEATURING ⋆ zb1! ricky + gyuvin, ive! rei + wonyoung, evvne! phanbin + jeonghyeon + seungeon, riize! wonbin.

STATUS  𖦹 completed !

📓 3 barbies and 2 kens  .  underground dawgs  .  privs

OO1 decked by a Woman

OO2 1am morning news

OO3 got him turning into shakespeare

OO4 500k words slowburn fic

OO5 gunwook vs yn (smau + written 393 wc)

OO6 tunnel visions

OO7 whos hyunjin

OO8 get in the trunk

OO9 $0.10 shortage

O1O bitchless and no balls competition

O11 when are u not insane

O12 sassy men apocalypse

O13 hater for lyfe

O14 nom nom est yn

O15 we lost him

O16 wallow ur self-pity

O17 finding wonbin (smau + written 989 wc)

O18 need him GONE

O19 spidey senses

O2O not YET (smau + written 1.1k wc)

O21 incapability to pull

O22 under ur bed

O23 freedom of speech

O24 the seungeon beef

O25 cringy asses (fin !)

BONUS CHAPTERS ꗃ ៸៸

coming soon ! . • •

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honeymoon!kento , fem!reader, suggestive content !! minors dni pls <3

A cruel icy chill licked its way up your spine coaxing a soft, sleepy groan from your tired body. You hand blindly tapped around you, trying to find the hem of your blanket so you could warm yourself up but before you could find it you felt the warmth of it enveloping your figure before an even warmer touch ran itself down from your arm to the dip of your waist.

You felt a soft blush kiss your cheeks as you thought about who would be touching you so gently.

Your husband Kento Nanami placed a soft kiss to your temple, smiling down at your sleepy figure next to him. Your face was squished against your pillow, hair tousled and a soft pink adorning your sleep puffed cheeks. Truly a work of art, he couldn’t help but think.

You felt him run his hand the curve of your hip before placing itself firmly on the soft plush of your thigh causing your leg to twitch involuntarily.

“You awake yet, darling?” He asked you softly, placing another kiss to your temple as you stirred. “Mmm,” you murmured in response, trying to find the energy to turn to face him but the newfound heat from both his touch and the fluffy blanket had you lulling in and out of consciousness. How desperately you wanted to take in your husband in all his morning glory - after all, it was the first night after your wedding. The events of last night flooding your memory causing your stomach to flutter with butterflies and yet another burning heat dancing its way across your cheeks. The image of his blissed out face, his hot touch and passionate kisses. You’d lost track of how long you devoted yourselves to each other - your soreness and exhaustion now making far more sense. You were wiped out.

And yet, the desire to see your devastatingly handsome husband overrode that exhaustion. Your eyes fluttered open, body aching as you looked up at Kento. He smiled down at you again causing your heart to ache with adoration. How lucky you felt to see him like this. Hair messy, cheeks pink, lips still red and swollen from your hot kisses and his own teeth gnawing at the soft flesh in an attempt to muffle his saccharine noises.

Your eyes trailed down to his neck, adorned with semi-permanent kisses and nail indentations. Trailing lower, your eyes widened at the scratches along his strong pectoral muscles. Your fingers gently traced the marks brows furrowing in concern. “D’ya run into a werewolf last night, my love?” You cooed, running your hand up towards his neck causing a rush of goosebumps to trail up to where your hand met his jugular.

“Mm, more like my gorgeous, insatiable wife.” He all but purred reaching up to cover your hand with his. You grinned bashfully up at him before whining and hiding your face in the pillows.

“Ah, don’t hide from me, beautiful.” he sighed, reaching over to place his hand on the back of your neck, coaxing you to look back up at him through your lashes. “There ya are.” heather murmured leaning down to place a soft kiss onto your lips.

“I made you some breakfast, dear. Do you want to eat in the kitchen or would you like me to bring you your plate?” Your lips parted in shock. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Kento to make you breakfast in bed, but for some reason you expected him to just call in room service or order in - you hadn’t even gotten groceries so he’d clearly been up much earlier than you expected.

“Ken, you didn’t have to do that!” You whined, fingers curling around his bicep. He only kissed your forehead before running his hand down from the back of your neck to your arm and then taking your hand that had previously been gripping his bicep and placing a kiss on your knuckles. “Can’t have my pretty little wife eating room service after such working so hard for me last night… What kinda husband would I be if I let that happen?” He all but scoffed, smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he watched you blush at the mention of last night.

“Ken,” you groaned shaking your head but not being able to resist the smile playing at your lips.

“Can we eat here?” You asked, not really wanting to leave the warmth of your bed quite yet. Though you didn’t really think you could if the ache in your legs was anything to consider.

“Breakfast in bed it is.” He nodded, squeezing your hand in his before standing.

You couldn’t help but ogle him as he stepped out. Shirtless and stunningly gorgeous under the golden rays of sunlight peeking into your bedroom as if also wanting to sneak even the tiniest of glimpses at your darling husband.

He came back quick enough with a wooden tray full of an array of delicious foods. Eggs, toast, both pancakes and waffles in case you couldn’t decide (he’d eat whichever you didn’t want), hash-browns and of course your favorite warm beverage accompanied by his usual plain black coffee. You couldn’t help but giggle at the mugs he had used, white and simple with big red cursive letters spelling out Mr. and Mrs. You remember giggling at Satoru’s proud face as you opened his engagement gift to you.

“Now ya don’t even need to tell people you’re married! Just bring these to work everyday! I’m the best aren’t I?” He had cackled, clapping his hands in a self-congratulatory manor. Kento had only rolled his eyes at him, telling him that the ring around your fingers would be more than enough but you knew he secretly loved the idea of the mugs.

Clearly.

“Looks delicious, Husband.” You murmured as he set the mugs down on the bedside table before taking a seat next to you on the bed. You had managed to sit up while he went to get the food, only struggling slightly with the soreness between your legs.

“Hope it’s as delicious as it looks, Wife.” He grinned, placing a gentle kiss to your lips before greedily placing three more; one the side of your mouth, your cheek and then a final one on your lips once more.

You had breakfast in relative silence, a comfortable one full of shy smiles and lingering stares. You understood what honeymoon phase meant now, it felt like everything - every touch, every glance, every word was dipped in honey. Your heart fluttered like it did when you first started dating - though you can’t really remember a time when it had ever stopped or wavered. With Kento in your life, it seemed like everything was rose colored and bright. You could guess due to your recent wedding the feelings had only been amplified. A new big step; a new milestone in your relationship. It only made you giddy for what was to come but at the same time, you wanted to bask in whatever this feeling was. After all, you had the rest of your life together.

[hanafubukki]

“Papa will you come back tomorrow?”

The innocently spoken words felt as if a thousand thorns struck Lilia.

Malleus climbed onto his bed; unaware of the turmoil his words had brought forth.

Papa.

Lilia took a shuddering breath in.

Papa.

Lilia clenched his fists.

Malleus couldn’t call him by such a title.

It wouldn’t be allowed.

“Malleus,” Lilia kneels in front of the little prince, “You can’t call me that.”

Malleus’ lips trembled, brows furrowed, “Why not? Papas are ones who takes care of and raises children.”

Lilia closed his eyes, he had to control his emotions; before holding the tiny hands clenching his clothes.

When had these hands grown? So small were they when he first hatched.

“My Prince, I am not your father.”

Meleanor and Levan, surely, they would laugh at his predicament.

But the Senate-

If the Senate found out, he would be barred from seeing Malleus.

He would never be able to see him again.

“But pa-”

“No.”

Lilia forced his voice to steady through the bitter gravel and yearning in his throat.

Every teardrop causing a fissure in his heart.

“I am just Lilia to you. I’ll only ever be your caretaker.”

Lilia straightens up, trying to ignore the shaking form of his princeling. Resisting taking him into his arms and soothing him as he had done many times before.

“Have a good sleep, My Prince.”

Lilia tries to ignore the sobs from behind.

“Papa come back!” Malleus wailed.

Lilia closed the door behind him.

Breaths coming out shallow, body heavy with grief.

Tears gather while teeth grit.

I’m sorry, my s—Malleus.

Lilia walks down the dark hallways, trudging forth.

Fragments of his heart left behind with each step he takes in tandem with the echoing sobs heightened by stone walls.

“Papa! Please! Don’t leave me!”

…yeah, I teared up a bit while writing this 😭💔 at least I didn’t kill off malleus this time…I’m sorry.

Do you ever think about how Malleus might have called Lilia “papa” or any other fatherly term when he was young as all children do? To the parents they love?

(Under the cut because I have a lot of thoughts and feels)

Do you ever think about how Lilia would have been so happy to have been called that by him? But he couldn’t? Not only because of the memories of Meleanor and Levan (in fact, I think they would laugh at the situation and tell Malleus to do it more if they were alive just for Lilia’s reactions lol), but because of the Senate?

Because the Senate would never approve. And if Malleus called him such a loving term, they would ban Lilia from visiting even the few times he could or snuck into the castle for Malleus.

Even if you take into consideration of Lilia hiding the circumstance of Malleus’ birth so he doesn’t feel guilty, do you ever wonder why? Or what led to it? The senate already tampered with history and how Malleus was born and they tried to control Malleus even now (they didn’t like him coming to NRC, all the guards he had, Malleus having to sneak away, etc)

I can see them isolating Malleus from Lilia if he ever uttered such a term in front of them. Then, Malleus would have no one left but his grandmother who he rarely sees as is.

Do you ever think about how Malleus tried to call Lilia a fatherly term but he couldn’t. Whether because Lilia said it, someone else did, or he stopped himself?

And how that yearning affected them both? Hurt them? In this case, how if Lilia stopped him, Malleus never tries again?

Not only because of the rejection, but because he doesn’t want to lose Lilia? He doesn’t want to be alone again? How Malleus is more polite and subdued the next time Lilia comes?

And Lilia knows? But this is how it has to be? Despite his bleeding heart? And the pain he caused them both? Because at least this way, he can still visit? Do you ever wonder if this is why Lilia tried even harder for the treaty? For Malleus to have freedom?

And…do you ever wonder Malleus’ reaction to Silver calling Lilia “toto” and then later “father”? Ever wonder, if this is the reason why “Malleus was jealous of an acorn bracelet”? Because Malleus couldn’t do, give, or say to Lilia what he always wanted?

Ever think about how this could be why he refers to Silver as “Lilia’s son” or Silver being a child but never himself? How he buries his feelings even now hearing “caretaker” versus “father”? Because of such situations in the past or what led to it?

Because I do, and damnit, I’m crying thinking about it. 😭😔

Also little storytelling bits I like to add as an emphasis:

“Malleus -> My Prince”

To add that little bit of extra angst, that bit of boundary placed and rejection. 😔😭 OTL

How even speaking the words “my son” mentally might cause him to slip, and yet, he still calls him Malleus and not My Prince.

[hitwiththetmnt]

Dragons meet Dragons!

Got to do an art trade with @paintedkinzy-88 and their RISE dragon au!

[jistagrams]

but on the topic of soobie boobie.. 🤭 can i request cute but also suggestive texts w soobin? and can i be 💚 anon? :3

love soobie boobie so ofc n yes u could be 💚 anon <3

[skibasyndrome]

I'm being such a baby rn, can you guys just...... tell me what your wilmons are doing rn real quick? 😭

[of-pale]

Just some wild dmc scenario that struck-eth:

Vergil got behind the wheel of a car, with Nero occupying the passenger seat. Maybe they even steal the car—not so unlikely if the area is in utter chaos and demons are throwing a party everywhere. Vergil certainly didn't have many qualms about committing theft, while Nero reluctantly agreed to it. It was only when Vergil started the abandoned vehicle did a realisation strike Nero.

“Wait, you know how to drive, right?”

“Yes, I've driven a car before. I doubt they’ve changed too drastically over the years.” Vergil gripped the gear shifter and smacked it into reverse.

“Wait, wait, what's that supposed to mean? When's the last time you drove a car?”

Vergil hit the gas, backing up until they collided with a demon approaching the car from behind, the impact marked by a loud thud. The car shook as it went over its body. “Hmmmm, must be about twenty-six years, give or take.”

“And you didn't think I should be the one behind the wheel? That driver's license is waaay past its expiry.”

Vergil cracked a small smile as if he'd been told a great joke. “That assumes I had one to start with.” He harshly shifted the gears again and stomped on the gas, sending the car screeching forward. “I don't think I was old enough to obtain one even if such an option interested me.”

Vergil took a sharp turn, drifting into an alleyway and forcing the side of the car’s boot to smack into more demons. Meanwhile, Nero clung on for dear life to his seat and the dashboard to avoid bouncing his head off the side. With each passing moment, he began to grasp the gravity of his grave mistake.

Nero learned the hard way that there, in fact, did exist an even bigger menace on the road than Nico. Vergil drove like an absolute lunatic when given the chance: taking corners at the last possible second, playing bloody ping pong with every demon he could possibly hit, and drove at the highest speed the situation allowed him to get away with. To say there were many narrow misses during the wild ride would be an understatement.

Also Vergil, probably:

[tokutaiseichan]

If they failed finding a way to break MC's curse and she wishes for the ghouls to end her while she's still herself,

Jin will finish the job quickly, promising her it'll be over in a second一a painless end. He never broke his promise to her and he's not about to. Everything will fall according to the King's will.

Rui will embrace her gently. It'll be the first intimate touch he'd ever done after he got cursed一and will be his last. Her warmth still lingers even after she's gone. Perhaps it'll never completely left. He wonders if she had cursed him too back then.

Lyca will refuse her一because he promised he'd never murder a human. But he swears, once she fully transforms into an anomaly, he'll end her before she could do anything she'd regret forever. She feels bad that she ever asked this kind and honest boy to do something so cruel.

Taiga doesn't care what she wishes for. If she's going to turn into an anomaly then she should be crying tears of joy and feel honored. For she's going to become Taiga Hoshibami's meal of the day. He'll devour her completely一down to the marrow of her bones.

[whump-queen]

good idea: whumper tying their whumpee up and forcing them to cuddle

whumper’s arms wrapped tight and possessive around whumpee’s injured form—too strong to be fought off, or perhaps whumpee is just too weak by this point.

a softly murmured "behave” into the crook of whumpee’s neck while spooning

whumper digging their nails into fresh cuts, getting a whine and hiss in response—but they stop struggling, and whumper leans in close to their ear with a growling murmer— “mmn. good boy.”

whumpee feeling slow kisses pressed into the side of their neck that make their skin crawl

maybe whumpee gets their hands bound in front of them this time, so they can fit in closer against whumper. and its more comfortable too. “shh, let yourself enjoy this.”

whumper cuddling with their hand around whumpee’s throat, not squeezing or anything, just… resting there.

knowing that if they tried to pull away, that hand would tighten instantly and squeeze until whumpee was dizzy and writhing back against them

and size difference… their throat, so small and soft and delicate under whumper’s rough fingertips

the way whumper’s hands would fit around their waist— the way they could press in under their ribs until whumpee is choking and their chest is spasming

whumpee shivering when they feel low whispers in their ear. just… so sticky and possessive

whumpee waking up with sore aching muscles from being kept in the same uncomfortable position all night. they sleepily try and flex their muscles and move around—then they’re hit fully awake with a jolt of cold panic when they realize where they are—and that they still can’t move at all.

waking up with whumper’s arms still tightly wrapped around them and trying desperately to squirm away, before they feel whumper’s hold tighten around them and hear a sleepy possessive growl in their ear, “mnn… no. you stay.”

just… any of the ‘tied up and kept like that’ tropes melt my fucjfen brain

(shoutout @unorganisedalienrubbish for helping inspire today’s episode of terrible sticky intimate whumper shit)

[hannie-dul-set]

could you do flirty!wonbin with an even flirtier reader for the ship dynamics pleek

[louder]. wonbin’s attraction is quiet. he doesn’t sing you praises about how your beauty shines brighter than the moon. he doesn’t whisper sweet nothings or drop pick up lines on you. “that’s boring,” he says. “there’s no fun in that,” he quarrels. but that doesn’t mean he’s unmoving when he likes someone— no. wonbin’s attraction is quiet, not nonexistent. it’s solemn, not dead. it permeates through the silence of eye contact across the room, lingering touches on your waist, nape, the top of your head, and sometimes—

“move over.”

there are two empty seats in the living room of sungchan’s condo, but wonbin decides to squeeze between you and the arm rest, knees bumping shoulders pressed against yours, and he simply graces you with a half-smile before feigning an air of unaffectedness as he scrolls through his phone, shotaro talking about something the background.

he’s scrolling through his phone but he’s not paying attention to the screen. he’s scrolling but his peripheral overtakes his vision— the way your fingers jitter when he adjusts his seating position, pressing closer. the way your throat bobs when he lets his head fall to your shoulder, scrolling and scrolling and scrolling.

“there’s an empty seat next to sohee,” you inform. 

“oh, is that so?” he replies yet refuses to move. wonbin’s attraction is quiet but he doesn’t hide it. he doesn’t tell you you’re pretty but he sure as hell gives you looks that elicit the same effect, if not more. 

the problem is— against his quiet attraction— yours is really fucking loud.

“if you keep using me as your pillow, i might end up getting the idea that you want to sleep with me, wonbin.”

the phone slips down from his hand and he nearly chokes on his own spit.

“watch your mouth,” he clicks his tongue, picking up the phone from his lap. “how inappropriate.”

you look like you’re about to laugh. wonbin forgets that loud sirens always eat up the murmurs of silence. that the fizzy bubbling of your laughter can decimate the quiet insinuations of his gazes and touches.

in other words, wonbin loses.

“ah, so you can eye-fuck me whenever you want and press against me however you like but i can’t tell you what’s on my mind? that doesn’t seem fair—” 

“stop,” he hisses, cutting you off. your voice is low but jesus christ, if one of the others overhears, you two are never hearing the end of this. “shut up. stop talking.” his ears are flushed, and you look like you’re enjoying it.

wonbin’s attraction is quiet and yours is loud. when pitted against each other, there’s a clear picture of who wins and who loses.

[nyuoqi]

            — PLEASE DON'T HIT (ON) ME!     ౨ৎ     PGW

O25.    cringy asses

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : in which you have your fair share of embarrassing moments. one of it being punching a guy's nose for a plushie (which you did not get at the end). but what will you do when he ended up going to the same class as you. wait, oh no! he recognised you. now you're in for one hell of a ride.

(read my a/n to find out what i've been up to lately!)

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author notes 🐰ྀི HIIIIIIII ^__^ so here's a lengthy a/n to fill u in about what i've been up to throughout my long hiatus!

i developed a crush and its a SERIOUS one. hes sooooo dreamy and perfect and is ngl the main reason why i've been offline lol. he is the top student and is also the student president of our school so hes GOOD good. not to mention that hes really kind a respectful towards women too 🥹

oh andddd he helps me with add maths bcs i'm unfortunately not as smart as him 😔 we are also in the same afterschool club where he's the president of the club whereas i am the vice president! cant wait for our upcoming interactions ngl 🤭

2. i've been studying a lot! this one is also related to my crush bcs as i mentioned, hes a top student and he also teaches me sometimes which leads to me wanting to study hard bcs for some reason whenever i think of him, i feel like studying (💀)

3. i've been trying to be more offline! i'm still active on my socials but i only use them for communications. for the rest, ive been trying to be as offline as possible. i even deleted my games and all. but worry not! i'm trying to make a comeback here bcs i love my silly little readers sm 🫶

lastly i just wanna say that there will be bonus chapters for this so pls stay tuned!

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[entomolog-t]

NEW BRAIN ROT

A borrower and his pregnant wife hunker down in a new and safer house after a last minute move due to their old residence adopting a cat. She is dealing with constant cravings, so the husband takes it upon themselves to try and steal more and more random (and frustratingly hard to open/carry foods).

Prying open the fridge, stealing whole cans to try and crack open, trying to figure out how to steal various liquids without just puncturing the cartons...

Inevitably, this risky behavior gets them caught. They managed to pry the fridge open again, only for the human ( who moments ago was asleep) to sleepily open up the fridge. In their panic they manage to get their legs stuck in the barred rack, leaving them in full sight of the human.

The human shouts falling back at the unexpected sight and for a moment the two just stare.

The human reaches for him and this time it's the borrower who falls back, leg still stuck between bars. Their pleas just slip out-

"Please, I have a wife and a child on the way- "

The human pauses, his hand changing orientation, going from reaching to grab to offering an open palm to help the borrower stand.

They're caught by a young man roughly the same age as them. Though taken aback by the bizzare scenario, the human offers a nervous smile and asks them what they were trying to get.

The borrower sheepishly admits they were trying to get pickles and peanut butter.

The human man lets out a genuine laugh, nodding as if agreeing.

"Dude, my wife gets the same craving!"

The borrower is surprised at the revelation, but for some reason he finds the similarities between their situation reassuring.

The man helps him out of the fridge and packs up some food for him, adding a few extra snacks as well as multivitamins for his wife. All the while the two quickly bond over their situation. Both are first time fathers, both are terrified yet excited, both are head over heels for their wives etc...

The borrower doesn't leave right away. They stay up talking, opening up a beer or sharing a late night coffee. Regardless, the two somehow manage to put the bizzareness of their situation on the back burner due to the excitement of finding someone else that can relate.

AHH

Just two soon to be Dad Bros trying to navigate uncharted water.

Bonus points if both their wives are listening in like "What the fuck is going on?" But neither of them want to go through the hassle of getting up to investigate because they're sore and everything sounds fine..

[wisteria-whump]

i love when a rescued whumpee slowly drops details about their life to their new friends and the friends try to mentally catalog everything because they know so little about whumpee and they share so infrequently

[alohaasaloevera]

guys I’m honestly happy that klance didn’t become canon because I love how as a collective group of people we utilize our right to explore what could have been and create the most smoking hot scenarios ever and yes I obviously wanted more of their friendship growing into this bond stronger than anything else in the universe especially since Voltron has teamwork and family as one of their main lessons but that’s more of a development issue all around…ok besides that there’s something about klance where it provides this PERFECT environment for shippers to inhabit and FEAST upon. With klance, there’s a solid, engaging dynamic between the two set up, which is this weird one-sided rivalry that stems from Lance’s insecurity and his need to prove himself of his worth and Keith literally being one of the best pilots for his age but since they’re flung into space and chosen to become child soldiers in this 10,000 year old intergalactic war so they have to work as a team which surprise surprise forces them to put aside their differences and work as a team which is shown a bunch when Keith needs to become a leader and Lance steps up as his right hand and and they have some kinda tender moments that won’t definitely drive shippers into a shipping craze (or worse) SO YEAH you could see why people loved it with all the classic tropes and mutual growth all that schmooze (ALSO THEY KNEW EACHOTHER BEFORE THE MAIN PLOT??? Well maybe not like friends or even acquaintances probably BUT HELLO?????? EVEN MORE SHIT TO EXPAND ON????), and they share multiple scenes that could be interpreted as romantic but there’s no explicit romance. This environment is fucking dripping drenched flash flooded cornered by 1000ft tsunamis in all directions with potential for shipping, so when people saw this relationship between two bros with this sort of homoerotic (IM JOKING. Kinda.) unresolved tension towards each other and the POTENTIAL for a good slow burn rivals to friends to lovers, it was to no one’s surprise that they went APESHIT. Klancers made countless different ways where they get together whether it be pre-Kerberos, post-gettingthefuckoutofearth, the start of the show, the end of the show, after the end of the show, right smack in the middle, anywhere, anytime, for who the fuck knows why just ANY REASON DAMN IT it doesn’t really matter because people were pumping out fanfiction or fan art or any fan media of klance faster than I spit out a raw baby carrot after chewing it for one second and now we’re all wallowing about how it should have been KICK but the thing is that if VLD did KICK all the way to Altea, the production of these beautiful stories that so many people have and still are coming up with about klance kissing in midst of a battle, helping each other with their crippling nightmares, smiling for the stars or some other sad premise, and whatever is nestled in his pulse…just like uhhh the amount of fics like these that go into great detail about Keith and Lance in these random situations that end up with them getting together being produced would go down to some degree because of the fact that if the people’s beloved sharpshooter and samurai had ended up together like we had wanted, and the majority was satisfied with the ending the creators had given, people would have shifted from writing about “How could Lance and Keith get together?” to writing about “What could Lance and Keith do now that they’re together?” And like. There’s nothing wrong with that honestly I would be HYPED if klance was ever canon but there is profound beauty in the way the community is able to create more from less and turn a show that went to shit in the last few seasons shine even brighter than it did at its prime. Like I wouldn’t trade my favorite fics 4 anything.

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Ok another little thing I’m going to put here: With Klance, all I wanted was for them to be great friends 😭😭😭. I tend to prefer klance becoming canon in later seasons or at the end or even an open ending with no confirmed romantic relationships because I am a sucker for character development and the idea of Keith and Lance both harboring these feelings that at first are just admiration and respect but then escalate to yearning for one another or becoming close friends at the end of the show and getting to imagine anything I want post canon is EVERYTHING if you give me S7 Garrison klance I’ll keel over and thank you like I was a second away from dying of thirst and your gift was a truck load of water