i have a lot of feels towards these two scenes don't mind me

muke-ro-wave  asked:

Hey, so whenever I have an idea for a film or a short film, I can only ever get as far as maybe the first two minutes? Even if I have this whole massive concept in my head, I can only ever get the first two minutes down on paper. Either that or I literally don't know what will happen after those two minutes. Do you have any advice on how to combat this as some of my ideas I really want to film, but if I don't have a solid idea to pitch to actors then it's not going to go anywhere

Hello @muke-ro-wave

I think a lot of people have this problem and have no fear, there is a solution! Prewriting. Yes, it’s a thing, and it consists of all the steps that happen before the first draft. It includes outlining, storyboarding, worldbuilding, diagramming, character bios, etc.

The goal of prewriting is to not get stuck when writing your draft. If you outline your story, flesh out your characters, and develop your world, it makes the first draft SO much easier because you know the story direction and you know how your characters react to others and to situations.

Going deeper into prewriting, there are lots of methods to develop and come up with ideas. Below are a few techniques:

-Mind mapping. With this technique, you start with one idea and “branch” off of it to expand the idea and come up with related ideas. This is useful when you have a small idea and you want to build it into something coherent. Below is an example I found online.

-Build characters. This is very common when creating tv shows. Because TV is a more long-term medium, it tends to be character driven. Therefore, some writers build their characters first then simply “drop” them into different situations. Using this method, you’ve got to develop your characters’ backgrounds, know their goals, wants, and needs, give them flaws, and have some aspect of their personality cause conflict. (For example, the strict, pessimistic professor has to work with a carefree and optimistic TA. Conflicting personalities are interesting.)

-Worldbuilding. This is especially helpful when you are developing an idea involving a fictional/fantasy world. Write down questions about the world and come up with different answers for each. Where are the cities? How does geography affect culture? How and why do different cultures interact? Etc. From this world you can create history and pick from that history the most interesting stories.(Tolkien did this.)

-Sticky notes or separate lines. This is more for brainstorming. For each idea you have, put it on a separate line of a notebook or on a separate sticky note. When trying to work out a plot or character, sticky notes are nice because you can visualize, organize, and rearrange all the separate pieces. For brainstorming fresh ideas, I carry a notebook with me and write down one sentence ideas that pop into my head. It can be anything from an interesting concept, to a quote, to a character, to a piece of furniture you thought looked cool.

-Outline. This is the part of prewriting I stress the most. You need to know who is doing what, when, and why. These are the questions an outline should answer at the very least. Even people who don’t outline every detail of their story still have a basic idea where it is going. By outlining your story, you can always refer to it when you are stuck on a scene and ask how the scene gets toward the end, or changes the character or situation.

-Force yourself to write. Sit down with a computer or notebook for a set amount of time (maybe just 5 min. a day.) You aren’t allowed to do anything else for that time other than write. Maybe you won’t write anything, but if you keep doing it, you are going to feel as if time is wasted and you will eventually write something. It also keeps you thinking everyday about writing ideas and keeps you creatively active.

I hope these help,


anonymous asked:

I'd love to hear your thoughts on La La Land's ending! If you don't mind.

SO HERE WE GO. I’ve heard a lot of think pieces/complaining about how the movie is about hollywood, or white men saving jazz, or unrealistically fulfilling your dreams all at once, etc., but I don’t see how you can watch that ending and come away with those things. Sure, the movie dabbles in all of that, and you can make commentary on how unrealistic that is, or in the case of John Legend’s role in the movie, how shitty it is—but then, there’s that ending. That glorious, perfect pitched ending.

The last we see of Mia and Sebastian together, they’re making a choice many of us have or will make in our lives; a turning point in a relationship, where you have to choose what you’re willing to sacrifice, or give to keep the love that you have. They make what I would say, as a person who has made this very choice, the right choice, and seperate for the good of their careers. And realistically, painfully so, that is a lasting break—we jump five years, and things have happened that make their separation permanent (Mia is married, she has a child). That’s startling and, because it happens so quickly instead of the slow and quiet way that it occurs in real life, unbelievable. We think, they’re playing a trick on us, this can’t possibly be where this movie of sparkling lights and love songs is going to end. But the longer the scene goes on, and we see Mia in the car with her husband, so comfortable, it starts to set in, and then, even though we know it’s coming, when she sees the sign at his club—the sign she made for him—we feel the way she does. It’s been five years for her, and she has that space that we, as an audience, were not given from the main storyline, so she’s surprised, and suddenly longing, and that’s an emotion we can feel. 

But the ending isn’t about where Mia finds herself, it’s about Sebastian. He plays his song, and the fantasy begins for him and we get to go along with it. Mia may have moved on, but Sebastian is closer to us, he still feels that sting when he sees her, much worse then she felt. The cinematography here is beautiful, and the music carries us through it, and it’s satisfying, just to retrace the steps of where we have already been with these characters, to hear the same cords they sang together. You can’t tell me it didn’t hit you when, in the bar, the music swelled and he walked right up to kiss her. 

Because this is from Sebastian’s point of view, we see the way he wished it had been, how they could have stayed together, and it is so firmly planted in what he could have done differently. Mia still takes the audition, gets the job, goes to Paris, but he never takes that job with the band, he’s there at her show, he goes to Paris with her. His fantasy includes being there for her, in a way that he never really was during their relationship. He puts her, her dreams and ambitions, first, so that in the end, Mia ends up exactly where she is now, where she’s meant to be, but she’s married to him instead. And even while he’s thinking of it, the unreality of that situation bleeds in—through the film set, the Van Gogh-esque swirls of Paris. It could never have been real, because he was a different man then, he would have always made those choices. He had yet to learn his lesson.

In the end, they are able to smile at each other and part again, because this isn’t a love story. This is a story about growing up. It’s a story about how a person can mean so much to you during one point in your life, how they can change you, can take up all of the space in your world completely, and how much you can love them in that moment—and how beautiful that is. It isn’t lasting, it’s not guaranteed, it’s something you may regret and dwell on over and over later, but it is beautiful. Sebastian’s dream looks so unreal because not only did it not happen, it couldn’t have happened; there were a gulf of reasons why the two of them never would have worked out, even if he had gone with her to Paris. 

But they changed each other. They nudged each other towards their futures. They were each other’s turning point, towards success, their dreams, all the things that felt out of reach when they met. So when they said, before they parted, I will always love you, what they really meant was; I will always love what you have given me. 

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love Dan and Phil, individually and together, but I think they're not trying to hide a romantic relationship. Don't you think that after ten years, they'd finally come out if they were? I mean there are a lot of gay couples on youtube and it would not be that big of a deal today than it was in 2007. Just wanted to hear your opinion on that. Have a nice day!

before i answer, disclaimer: i have ADD and this post might get messy since i find it difficult to concentrate and phrase myself properly (and english isn’t even my main language!)

well, i’m not gonna try and force my own views down your throat or anything but let me ramble a bit about why i wholeheartedly believe dan and phil are in a relationship;

i think i’ll start with the very fact that they recently moved to their third shared home together. say whatever you want to say but if they were indeed just friends, considering they’re in their mid 20s and 30 dont you think they’d want to move out separately and get going with their lives? and dont you think they wouldn’t be so keen on making comments about keeping living together in the long run (or forever….  a forever home say whaaaat). 

now, you might argue with the good ol’ “but they benefit from living together regardless of relationship status”. fair enough. however, let me point out that it has became as clear as day especially in 2017 that they share a bedroom. i don’t know about you but i don’t think two strictly platonic friends who just moved into a duplex would want/ need to share a bedroom unless they’re uhhh mayhaps in a relationship and love to cuddle? i know a wild concept…….

and i’m sorry but if you want to argue against the shared bedroom fact with the shoebox phil claims is “his room” i have nothing to say but shake my head. no way phil actually lives in that room that has no windows and no space to move around and why is the entire room crammed in this one corner… where is the rest of the room……. and why is that room has no personal touch to it…. it’s literally just AmazingPhil props and things……… feels much more like a set to me than an actual bedroom. (also we saw phil’s mirror and hair straighter in the moon room aka “”dan’s bedroom”” which i think we can all collectively agree is simply “the bedroom”)

another thing that strikes me is how dan joins phil’s family vacations (especially in 2017) and how he seems to become part of the family much more than anyone who’s classified as “platonic” to phil would have. dan is just as much of a lester as cornelia is? dan joins the lesters just as much and as frequent as a spouse would. in fact, dan joins the lesters so much on their adventures that if im not wrong, the longest dan and phil spent apart in 2017 was not more than a weekend? that’s whack!

now these were just three things that were very prominent in 2017 regarding the belief whether dan and phil are in a relationship or not that were “behind the scenes”as in going on in their personal lives, kind of? i mean sure we see the  shoebox on AmazingPhil and the moon room in some liveshows and we get pictures from their shared vacations but now i will move on to what we see on screen across their channels

i’ll start this with a throwback to the boncas bc i think that damn speech is enough to debunk any “uwu platonic” argument, ever. i don’t think phil would have done THAT if dan didn’t mean a whole lot to him and i think saying the universe would rip in half in they go apart is a concrete proof that they themselves can;t and don’t want to imagine a life in which they are not joint at the hip. 

moving on to gamingmas, which i will forever find so significant?? they broke a lot of boundaries during that month regarding of invading personal space, a bit of a more mature humor (esp on phil’s account), casual touching and a whole lot of flirting and a lot less (almost none at all) looks straight into the camera to show they are aware this is filmed or to do a “wtf is this lol” kinda thing. gamingmas was a turning point. i will forever firmly believe they did all of that in an attempt to normalize this kind of behavior on screen (and it definitely worked!)

dan and phil continued the vibes of gamingmas well into 2017 and the casual touches, lingering gazes and flirting (as well as expressing affection towards males in specific) is now the normal running theme over at dapg to a degree where we don;t even lose our shit anymore. we joke and meme but nothing strikes us as overwhelming bc we are “used” to it, which i think dan and phil aimed for i genuinely think they wanted to get to this stage of showing more comfort and more intimacy on screen without everyone and their mothers going whack over “pHaN iS rEaL!!!!!1″ and for it all to come across as oh so casual and chill! 

so now you ask, “they go through all that why not just come out lol”

WELL, in my honest opinion, dan and phil will never officially come out as a couple. and you know what, maybe things would have been different if The Video didn’t leak and get spread around (twice, mind you.) but things happen and one thing lead to another and after all they have been through and how they were shaped as people and their experiences with guarding and protecting themselves and their privacy any sort of statement about whether or not they are a couple or just friends or even paid actors  (let alone labeling themselves and their sexuality bluntly) is highly unrealistic. so if you are waiting for a coming out video or whatever to convince you that won’t ever happen i’m afraid. 

dan and phil value their privacy and they have every right to do so.

so yes, maybe in the early days of 2009/10 they were very flirty all across social media and on camera and maybe just maybe you need to consider the few following things regarding why they stopped with that:

  • The Video leak. like honestly? can’t and won’t find any more justified reason to feel the need for privacy and shielding yourself and making comments on how ‘het’ you are  for instance just to brush off the most intimate thing imaginable that since has been glorified and memorized by millions(?) of people who were never meant to even know this video and that declaration of affection even exists. is it scary. and i fully understand the “no homo howell” phase and how awkward they appeared together on camera for awhile, very very proud of how far they;ve came esp in 2017 though. 
  • the radio show! is it a little tied to The Video leak since the second leak happened when the radio show was still fairly new but before they moved to london (into their second shared home coughs) they weren’t all that big, you know? but with the popularity of the radio show came the increasing popularity of their youtube channels and their followers/ subscribers count went up and up and their content became exposed to a much larger range of audience and these new audience/ fans were not familiar with the past (at least not at first glance) and dan and phil needed to leave “good” impression (not that being flirty and dumb wasn’t good impression but it wasn’t all that professional and now they’ve grown big enough to be in need of professionalism.)

these two things were a turning point to how dan and phil view themselves on camera and their content itself (phil sticking to the AmazingPhil PG persona) (dan with his struggles with creativity and integrity zzzz) and really, considering their story  (and how well known the early days are, and how dan and phil are aware to that…) it suddenly makes perfect sense why dan and phil aren’t in any sort of rush or need to ever come out.

however though, i think that the “post baking universe” as in the halloween 2016 baking video, the boncas speech, the european leg of tatinof, pinof 8, and gamingmas were a prep to this switch in dynamics we have seen in 2017 and that keeps very steady so far. feels as if late 2016 was so “wild” bc they were testing the waters and our reactions to see if they wanna pull through with this change. 

so, even if they will never officially come out, their dynamic both on and  off screen screams that they are literal boyfriends and they don’t need to spell it out for us to know and see. anyone who cares enough about their relationship status and look at their content with it in mind can very obviously and easily see how in love these two dorks are. same love from the early days of 2009/10 only now it has shifted into a steady, secure, safe, most wonderful thing and you can see that their love towards each other in filling their hearts with pure joy.

so yeah, dan and phil are definitely in a relationship and that doesn’t seem to change anytime soon, if ever at all.


anonymous asked:

Why do you ship Ayahina? I think they are seems as just friends. I mean, I don't think Hinami has feelings towards Ayato in other way. (I daubt Ayato tho) But I really like this ship, don't get me wrong please

Actually, this was something I kinda thought about a lot in the past but I think it seems this way because Ayahina’s relationship has all along been shown from Ayato’s perspective from the manga. 

But Ishida also gave us that shojou stare off between them that took up like one full page

And it reminded me of this scene between Sasaki and Touka

And we know that Sasaki had canon feelings for Touka. I think Kuroiwa and Yoriko also had a similar panel with the focus on the eye, but I guess that’s to explicitly set up the future marriage parallel between Yoriko and Touka. 

And Ishida also subtly does things with the two of them in Cochlea, like the jacket and the fact that they’re beside each other quite a bit for some reason???

Like… Hinami, sweetie, your Onee-chan is right over there, don’t you wanna stand beside her? 

Okay on a more serious note, we haven’t had anything about Hinami’s thoughts about their relationship in the manga which is why I’m really glad that the novel story was written in Hinami’s perspective. I mean, how you interpret it is up to you but I feel like Hinami puts Ayato on a different level than she does with the rest of Aogiri. I don’t know if you have read it but if you haven’t then maybe you might want to first?

From the novel, I think I can even say that the importance Ayato has to her is on par with that of Touka’s and Kaneki’s. There was a clear difference in Hinami when she was with Ayato than Miza, Naki and the rest, whom I think are more like friends to her. Hinami was stressed out because she was worrying far too much about whether she’s a burden to Ayato and she really thought hard about what she could do to make things easier for him– she did this for Touka and Kaneki as well, at different moments in the 2nd novel and the manga respectively. 

And another thing was how Hinami seemed to associate Ayato with light that was shining on her when she was in the dark shade of Aogiri or something like that and that she got courage from him. The feeling I got from this was a little bit more than merely friendship? Not to the degree of Touka and Kaneki, but when Kaneki was at his lowest with no reason to live, he found it in Touka. Likewise, when Hinami was at her lowest and surrounded by darkness all around, she got some light from Ayato. And this light gave her courage, which Hinami had believed she lacked– she’s too afraid to go out and fight for the people she loves. And if you were to look into the manga, she eventually does end up as someone who is brave enough to fight to protect those she loves and I think the root of this confidence she achieved was from Ayato’s presence in her life. 

Miza looks at Hinami and Ayato’s relationship in envy and considering we know Miza likes and wants to be with Naki, I think it implies that Ayahina does have some romantic connotations even back in Aogiri.

Oh yeah, there’s this panel: 

which I think was meant to replicate this:

So I’m inclined to think that their feelings for each other are the same?

I mean, in the end, it’s up to interpretation how you wanna see them. But I like their relationship for how deep their connection is and while I like my angst and complications and messed up Ishida-ish content in the manga, I love how he managed to come up with a pretty healthy relationship, especially with a relationship that had all the potential to end up a toxic one.

Personally, I don’t really care how they end up. Even if these two turn out to be the best of best friends, I don’t mind because let’s be honest, if they’re willing to go to such lengths for each other, it’s already a joy to see. I’d be happy just seeing them interact more.

I know that SuperCorp is very unlikely to happen because Sanvers is already a thing, but between us… that’s bullshit.

Tv shows should always aim to reach out for the audience, capturing their interest - on a side trying to represent them and on the other trying to surprising them. We’re getting a hint of representation of the LGBT community (and I’m not saying LGBTQA+, because that part of the community is practically nonexistent according to the media) right now, which is definitely not enough, and what we get is rarely a quality product (for the most part, we’re used to make jokes, which isn’t representation, but more likely cheap comedy). We frequently get little screen-time, poor character development (he’s gay, what else is there to say?) and yes, we often get to DIE too (for the benefit of famous “shock value”… which doesn’t shock anybody, really, since it happens almost all the time). What we don’t get is main roles, good backstories, characters who are not only defined by their sexual orientation and… well, to live, to grow and get to be happy on screen (what an absurd concept, am I right?).

Supergirl has done an incredible job by representing Alex Danvers’ coming out story: it showed its audience how a strong, brave woman like Alex can still be very fragile and struggle with this kind of realization; how she fears to accept herself, to be fully herself and out with the people she cares the most about, and more importantly how things can actually go well. This is damn important, ‘cause it helps a lot of people to think that “Hey, maybe my family won’t take it this badly” or “Maybe my friends will accept me” and “Maybe things will change for the better!”, ‘cause guess what? IT CAN HAPPEN AND IT HAPPENS! But this is not very interesting to show, apparently, ‘cause most of the time it’s all freaking dramatic and it ends in tragedy.

The new generations are already lucky, ‘cause now there is something like this (Supergirl) on Tv, but it’s not enough still, ‘cause they’re portraying a tiny fragment of their audience, of the people around the world, and if you think “But it’s a lot already”, I’m gonna tell you that the straights have every single damn shade from every single damn angle for their representation on screen, while we are barely there and almost never the main character or anything close to that. Yes, there are movies in which we are protagonists, but let’s be real, they’re almost always centered on our sexual orientation, the discovery and the consequences, which is helpful and good to see, but it’s not everything there’s to see and to know. Plus, they really abuse of the dramatic factor of it in order to “send a message”, but that’s a message wasted on the straights, and if they think you’re an abomination already, surely a movie won’t change their minds. Instead, it will just fuel fear in us, which - there’s no really need to say it - it’s bad (we unfortunately have reality for that).

I remember my probably very first approach to the whole “girls liking girls” thing thanks to the media.
I was a kid and I was watching this movie on the Tv. I remember only pieces of it, ‘cause I don’t think I was paying much attention until a certain point. What I still recall, though, stuck in my head for a reason.
There were two girls, one white and the other brown, that grew closer to each other (I seriously don’t remember anything about whatever was the rest of the story). I recall this very specific scene that had me and my sister (who was also watching) like: “Oh, they are helping each other undressing ‘cause they’re friends”. When they started making out we were like “Oh… Okay, so they’re not just friends, apparently”, and that was it. I don’t think we knew about all the hatred towards people of same sex being in love with each other, to us it was just like “Okay, this is a thing that exists: acknowledged”. They seemed to be fine, so there was no issue… right? WRONG!
The white girl’s brother saw them, got angry as shit, took a gun and started shooting at them. They got into a car, trying to get away from him, but he got into another and started chasing them. It was raining, they were scared as shit, he looked insane, I felt the anguish growing inside of me: it was awful (again, I was a kid at the time).
The car slipped, then fell down a bridge into a river/lake and it quickly sank. After a while, only the white girl emerged from the water. The other drowned.
Last scene that I remember was a time jump where the white girl was a now a white granny, and she was probably remembering this terrible thing that happened to her once.

No fucking wonder if growing up I didn’t want to be gay and I pushed down my feelings and thoughts, since this is the kind of message to which I was subjected. And now? Now there are some things that portray the whole “being gay” as normal (as it always should be) and not in a dramatic, catastrophic way, but it’s also true that we get shows like The 1OO, Person of Interest, Orange Is The New Black, Pretty Little Liars, The Walking Dead and many, many, many others where the lesbian freaking dies, where there is no happy ending for us.

It’s simply not okay.

But to finally address the very main reason why I started this post - that no one will read ‘cause it’s too long, and people have time only for thoughts as long as a tweet - is the importance to acknowledge the presence of MORE THAN ONE GAY CHARACTER in a story. In a story AND in a family. Yes, as crazy as it sounds, we are more than two and we indeed can have LGBTQA+ wonderful siblings. Madness, right? Except that it’s not, it’s our reality, which is way more colorful, interesting and beautiful than the arid one-sided representation we witness on daily basis (I’m talking about heteronormative).

So, what really drives me nuts, it’s not the fact that people seem to be scared shitless to insert us in anything (although we’re everywhere), but how little crafty they are. We have proven to be a real force of nature over the whole LGBT Fans Deserve Better initiative, which raised by far $166,547 for the Trevor Project, and we did that after being smacked down once again by showrunners. Can you imagine what we could do if people were fair to us, for a change? We’re loyal, passionate, absurdly creative and talented (have you ever seen our fanArts, read our fanfictions? They’re often better than the original stuff and we don’t get paid a coin for making them), and yet we hardly get anything.

Tv shows should listen to their audience and get smart, because it’s not a pink UFO the thing we’re asking for, it’s not something that won’t fit their story, but simply more good representation. Supergirl scored with Sanvers, but there’s still so much potential that is sadly going to waste, and if they opened their eyes they would see it.

Do you want a great, original idea? Be fair and listen.

The Oracle

A/N: I bring you the thing I had wanted to write in like forever: the saltiest reunion yet. But come on, did you really think I’d leave this character out? Not a chance.

Based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan. AU by @doodledrawsthings. Enjoy.

Part 1

Part 2 

“He is awake.”

“So soon?” Jheselbraum casts a look at at dimension 46’/, where Mabel Pines reaches to shake the hand of the monster they defeated only a year or so ago. “I would have expected at least a few more centuries.”

“I’m sure you know that time is relative.” The is a tone of amusement in the Ancient’s words. “It has been a lot longer than that.”

The Oracle takes that in, watching the events in Stanford’s home dimension play out, and hums in amusement, “‘A different form’,” she repeats to herself, “You couldn’t resist the irony, could you?”

The Axolotl chuckles, “Rather fitting, considering the many times humanity was deceived by him.”

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yoongiloved  asked:

hi!! i think the reason why people don't ship taejin much is because a lot of people ship taekook or vmin from the start. rly A LOT. so people kind of ignore them even if they KISS on the stage... honestly i feel so bad that this beautiful ship is so underappreciated. as a taejin shipper i can never get enough of them because even though i watch their moments a lot, there is not enough to satisfy my thirst for them. there is not enough people hyping them there are not nearly enough fics.. im sad

Hi there yoongiloved,

Yep, you are right. A lot of people ship V’min and V'kook from the start and that might be one of the many reasons why Taejin is obscured. So let’s understand V’min and V’kook a little bit better. But first things first, shall we start with the stage kiss???

Taejin logic: pretend to kiss as an excuse to actually kiss

Regarding the Taejin stage kiss you’ve mentioned. I guess this fandom is either delusional or have been having anatomy lessons with Pablo Picasso cause that is obviously not V’s cheek or chin Jin is kissing. For reasons we will never fully comprehend, our ever so self-controlled and cerebral Prince Jinnie was certainly going for V’s lips. 

Could that have been just a stage kiss just for the performance like actors do? Sure. But the way Jin is slightly leaning lower, his head tilts lovingly to the side and V’s hand guiding the kiss on the back of his neck, and how they don’t even flinch ya know, locking lips like this is 100% not something new to these two, the rehearsal session for this stage kiss was probably intense! Based on how low-key comfy they are in “pretending to kiss as an excuse to actually kiss” (don’t you just love the Taejin logic!) in front of an audience, it’s safe to say this is a norm from a pair that has been living together (and sleeping on Jin’s bed) for the last 157 years.

The blessed Loch Ness footage…a stage kiss or a spur-of-the-moment passionate Taejin kiss? We will never know, but it was a real Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung kiss nonetheless.

V’min: the most beautiful friendship

I totally comprehend where the V’min bro-ship comes from, since Taehyung and Jimin are indeed best friends and are very sweet to one another. The way Jimin takes care of Taehyung, how they are super comfortable together and how they know everything about each other is truly special. Bangtan themselves admit V’min’s friendship is the strongest on the band. They behave like the definition of friendship goals and everyone can see there is a quite genuine fraternal love between them.

This kind of true friendship is not so easily found in real life, and I believe it’s almost impossible to find in the often shallow show business scene. The peculiarity and rare nature of their beautiful friendship is something to be cherished this is why most V’min shippers probably ship the bromance side of their bond. Even if you are (like me) not interested in V’min as a fan-fic ship, it’s impossible not to “ship” and love this duo as the best of besties.

As it was confessed on BV2, Jimin is also V’s longtime confident, a special quality that is often the definition of a true best friend. Apparently 2016 was a year that redefined Taehyung’s emotional struggles and Jimin helped him to figure things out. So there is this undeniable juxtaposition of events: how things suddenly evolved on Taejin’s emotionally tortuous relationship, Taehyung’s gratitude for Jimin’s support and Jimin’s newfound extreme appreciation of Jin. But that is a subject for a future masterpost!

V’kook: a cute profitable brotherhood

To push V’kook as a romance to someone with a tiny psychological training is like saying that the earth is flat. They for sure adore each other, but their interactions and behaviour is exactly like two siblings, so for me the V’kook obsession has always been ludicrous. There is of course an explanation for the V’kook phenomenon: The undeniable cuteness appeal of their physical appearance added to the fact they are the youngest duo. Popularity and numbers matter. Management supports the V’kook pairing cause there is an extremely profitable parcel of this fandom that consists of really young girls with no experience in romantic relationships but with a thirst for pretty boys romancing them or each other. A clever move to give the fandom the product they want, the image they identify with.

The V’kook trick isn’t bad, this is what entertainment companies do, they create an image to sell a product. It’s in the media all the time, we are being fed with information designed to suit our (actually their) needs. I often say that gladly we live in a free and vast world of information where anyone can find the exact group that will suit your preferences therefore I personally don’t care about V’kook’s popularity but it can be illusive to form an opinion mostly based on the fan-service public push of Kookie and Taehyung.

Taejin: Taehyung’s true affection

Yes to Taehyung’s distress, the Taejin ship is totally unappreciated by the majority of this fandom. But I do not mind if their personal relationship is not pushed to the public. It’s good that they can have something private, that is just their own, especially since a significant part of their lives is already overexposed. You know, sadly there is a lot of narrow minded creatures out there, especially towards those who are on the spotlight like BTS are right now. I wouldn’t want Jin and V to be scrutinized and judged because of the intimate nature of their relationship.

I’d love Taejin to be celebrated and accepted by the entire Army, but that’s an utopia. I have got my expectations totally fulfilled with them just being happy being who they wanna be, having the type of relationship they wanna have. They don’t need this fandom opinion or anyone’s approval, all Jin and Taehyung’s relationship need is to cultivate their mutual affection in a healthy ‘real life’ environment, outside of the public eye. I think Jin especially has the maturity to understand the necessity to separate private and public personas, hopefully our emotional prince Taehyung is in the right path to understand it as well.

Sadly I cannot help you in the fic field, I rarely have the time to read fics. But I’ve done a fanfic Answering Asks recently!

Lots of love.

Having an exit plan.

Hello, love bugs !!

Dan x reader

 Warnings – anxiety, panic attacks, agoraphobia, social anxiety, Claustrophobia. 

Could you please do a Dan x reader that has Agoraphobia? Thanks:)

Vid-Con it can literally be the best or worst time in your life. Meeting your favourite You Tubers and meeting all sorts of new friends was a given. The biggest problem for you, however, was the crowds of people. Dan and Phil always made sure you felt as safe as possible. The security team was the best that you could ever ask for. The biggest problem for you was the sheer amount of people. Even though you could always take a break from the crowds you felt this weird sense of duty to meet and talk to anyone that wanted to talk to you. Having tons of people waiting just as long to talk to Dan and Phil just to talk to you made you feel terrible if you heard that someone was upset they didn’t get to meet you.

 Ever since your relationship become public your life changed more than you ever expected. Your Tumblr and snap chat were the only social medias you had public. You would spend hours at night just talking to people on Tumblr. People would send you asks about your relationship with Dan to questions about anything and everything. Meeting all of these people in person was weird. They knew so much about you while you were just getting to know them. 

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horizonproblems reblogged your post and added:

If you don’t mind me asking - what are thoughts on Kaladin/Shallan as a (potential) romantic couple? Recently someone told me that they think there’s a lot of unresolved sexual/romantic tension between the two, and I… Just don’t see it, partially because of what you mention here (boots scene, chasm scene, Kaladin generally being exasperated in Shallan’s presence and thinking so).
I’m not trying to start a ship war (I don’t really care if people ship it, personally I headcanon Kaladin as aroace), so I understand if you don’t want to answer this! But I know that as an aromantic person a lot of the romance nuance/flirting stuff flies right over my head, so I was left wondering if my initial assessment was blatantly wrong…

I wanted to respond to this in a separate post lest the conversation overtake themalhambird’s original, so…

First, a necessary preface:  I have been crossing my fingers against Kaladin/Shallan since… before WoK came out.  I happened to read a galley copy, and pretty much as soon as I saw the descriptions they get in the flap copy, I had the sinking feeling that they would be the Designated Hetero Hero Ship.  The fact that they didn’t meet at all in WoK was gratifying!  But… WoR.

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anonymous asked:

I'm an Eremika shipper too but, if you don't mind me asking, why do you think Eren would be good with children? I mean, I'm not saying Eren would ever be abusive to them (or anyone in general) but... Eren has a very aggressive temper so I feel like he'd have little to no patience around kids, especially young ones. In conclusion, I don't think Eren would be a bad father, I just don't see him as the fatherly type. I hope I'm not coming off as rude cuz that's not my intention.

You’re not coming off as rude at all <3 It’s to each their own, and if you don’t see it like I do that’s fine.

Well to start, I’ve never really seen Eren as overly aggressive? Like I think the fandom kind of flanderizes that, WHICH ISN’T TO SAY IT’S NOT THERE OF COURSE IT DEF IS LMAO, but he’s cooled down a LOT since Trost arc. I mean, he’s 15 after all. Still maturing. And a good lot of that aggression we do see is passion. He is a VERY passionate guy, very physical when it comes to expressing himself.

But again, I think he’s cooled down considerably since the beginning. Especially toward Mikasa. That was the entire point of the scarf scene after all; Him coming to an understanding of her feelings and realizing that he needs to protect her to and make up for all the times she’s protected him, and that his behavior before was immature jealousy. He cares for her, and he’s really shown that a lot since then. He’s p damn caring towards his loved ones in general, even if he doesn’t always show it in the best ways. He’s rarely if ever exploded on Armin since the beginning of the series, he’s finally learned to appreciate Mikasa, and over all it takes provocation to really get the aggression out of him.

AT LEAST THAT’S HOW I’VE ALWAYS SEEN IT, I could be wrong of course.

As for him not being fatherly, I don’t know man, the few times he’s interacted with kids in canon I’ve only ever seen potential. I mean, lookit this scene at the beginning of the FT arc. His smile here, aimed at two young kids, absolutely melts my cold heart lmao. 

I feel like he’d have a lot of fun with kids, idk. He’s such a,,,teenage boy, and he is still maturing. He’s got energy to match a toddlers that’s for sure lmao. Kids are so innocent, and considering his own childhood I can see him being really protective of that. 

And I think my last point is that, when you have children, the patience is learned. You develop it. And I’m talking his own kids here. I’ve met a lot of people that can’t stand other peoples kids, but the moment they have their own it’s like something opens up inside them and there’s so much love there. I picture Eren in the future being so. Playful, loving, and protective of he and Mikasa’s kids. Hell, I see Mikasa as being more of the disciplinarian lmao. I also like writing him as having a lot of pride in his kids, I think that’s adorable.

That’s p much what it comes down to! I think it’s cute. Purely headcanon. If you or anyone else sees it totally different, that’s completely fine! 

Don't Leave: Yoongi Smut

Prompt: You and Yoongi are friends but it turns into something more. Requested by @deadlyniightshade

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: This scenario contains sexually explicit themes. Read at your own discretion.

In the corner of the room, with a drink in your hand, you sat quietly observing. The cup was full; you’d only taken two sips from the spiked eggnog. The only reason you had a drink at all was to fit in to the party scene around you.

Taehyung had been successful in his attempts at getting you to come to a Christmas party. With over 100 texts, and him practically begging, you’d reluctantly agreed.

And now, there you sat, alone after Tae had wandered off and left you. You didn’t know anyone there and didn’t really even like parties at all, so you secluded yourself to a cozy armchair by the fire. Christmas tunes drifted through the air and you found yourself humming along.

After an hour and no sign of Tae, you felt bored out of your mind. A few people had tried to approach you and make small talk, but none of it lasted long as they moved on to find a more interesting guest to talk to. You would have given anything to make the mind numbing boring feeling leave.

The door opening a half hour later made you look up from your phone screen. A familiar mop of mint green hair walked through the door smiling and greeting his friends. Your heart swelled at the sight of him and you immediately scowled, trying to suppress the feeling.

Min Yoongi.

The boy you’d had a crush on in university. You’re best friend who was there for you through every shitty relationship. The boy you left behind because loving someone who didn’t feel the same way back tore you apart. And he had just walked back into your life, just like he walked through that door.

It took all of your energy to stay in your seat. You wanted nothing more than to run and hug him. To reconnect and never let him out of your sight again, but you held back. You’d hurt him when you left, no word or explanation to let him know why. It tore him apart and you didn’t know how he felt towards you now. So you sat and tried to remain inconspicuous.

All of that was destroyed a few minutes later when he happened to glance over and catch your eyes with his. The smile vanished from his face in remarkable time, but his eyes never broke contact until another guy came up and patted him on the back. He seemed to say something before walking away from the group and making his way towards you.

The shock on your face seemed to amuse him and you squeaked out, “No, no, no!” to yourself. Once he had made his way over, he tapped you, signaling for you to scooch over and you reluctantly did. A few minutes of awkward silence and stiffness passed before he spoke up.

“So, long time, no see, (Y/N)-ah,” his casual tone had you cringing. How could he be so civil when you felt like you were about to burst? Would he get to the point already? Start yelling so that you could get this horrible confrontation over with? You were dragged from your thoughts when you felt two eyes on you.

“Why are you here?” You blurted out before you could stop it. “Sorry, that was a bit rude…”

“I know what you meant. I’m friends with Kim Taehyung. Do you know him?” He rested his arm on the seat behind you. Your cheeks heated up and your skin felt itchy. The casual conversation was getting to you and you looked at the fire, wondering if it was a viable option to throw yourself into the flames.

“Taetae?” You asked almost absentmindedly, forgetting about the nickname.

“Taetae? Oh man, I’m never letting him live that down,” he chuckled. The laugh was the last string that you could take and you blurted out words again.

“Why aren’t you mad? Why are you here, talking to me like I never left? Like I’m not a shitty person who left you in the dust without telling you anything,” you wiped angrily at the tears that leaked from your eyes, embarrassed to be crying in public.

He sighed. A thoughtful look crossed over his face and he stayed silent for a few minutes, contemplating. Finally, he looked into your eyes and tilted his head, studying you.

“I’m not mad,” he said simply.

“What- you- you’re not- what?” You stuttered and stumbled through your words, not even creating a coherent sentence.

“I’m not mad,” he repeated. “I know how scary it is to like someone… To not think that they like you back. To have it consume you completely and wholly. It hurt…. a lot. But, I understand.”

“You- you knew?” You squeaked out. He barked out a sharp laugh and the arm around the back of the couch came around your shoulder and pulled you into him.

“I knew because I felt the same way for a long time. When you left… I talked to Taehyung about it and he told me you liked me too, but I was scared. I was so fucking scared, so I stayed away. But here you are tonight. And here I am too.”

“Seems a bit like fate doesn’t it,” you chuckled.

“I wouldn’t call it fate, exactly. This is my house, idiot,” he teased. “I went out to grab more snacks. Taehyung set this whole thing up. And later if you still feel the same way as before you left, when everyone leaves, I’m going to fuck you right on this very chair,” and with that he got up and began his mingling again. Your cheeks turned red and the surprised “O” on your face put the confident smirk back on his. Your body was suddenly very warm and you considered moving away from the fire.

He kept a careful eye on you from around the house the rest of the night. He wanted to make sure you didn’t run off on him again, but with his promise in your mind, he had nothing to worry about.

Finally, after an hour of sitting and waiting, only Taehyung was left talking to Yoongi at the door. It was clear that Yoongi was giving all of his efforts to get Tae to leave you two alone, but Taehyung was as oblivious as ever. Yoongi eventually scoffed and leaned in to whisper something in Tae’s ear. His faced turned surprised as his eyes flickered over to you. He nodded eagerly at whatever Yoongi had told him, and it didn’t take long for his signature shit eating grin to grace his features.

“Oh! Okay, hyung,” you managed to hear him chuckle. He looked back in your direction one last time before making his departure. “Have fun, (Y/N)-ah!”

After what seemed like ages, you two were alone. A heavy feeling hung over the entire apartment and the light Christmas music did nothing to help break the tension. Yoongi stayed by the door surveying you, his head tilted in thought. You swallowed hard, unsure of how to act under his predatory stare.

“After all this time, is it possible that you become even more beautiful than I remember?” he spoke up. Your cheeks darkened, and you broke the gaze by looking down to your twiddling fingers.

“Look at me,” his words, although soft spoken, held a power you simply couldn’t deny. Your eyes returned to his. They seemed noticeably darker than they had only a minute before. He sauntered over to you slowly, leaving enough time for the heartbeat in your chest to quicken. Then, before you knew it, he was in front of you, his hands resting on the armrests on both sides of you. His face leaned precariously close to yours, only a few inches separating your lips.

“Before I… I need to know that you feel the same way. I need to know that this isn’t a one night thing. I need to know that you’ll still be here in the morning so I can hold you in my arms. I can’t have you leave with my heart again,” his eyes bore into yours.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you breathed out. In the next instant, his lips were on yours. You responded with the heat of all the pent up emotions you’d concealed, with the pain of leaving someone you loved, with the love that swelled in your chest. Your fingers reached up to grab handfuls of his hair and lightly tug at the gossamer strands. He groaned into the kiss, and his hands left their place in the armrests to hold your waist.

You squealed when he lifted you up and traded places with him. He sat back in the chair, and you straddled his lap. The kiss was only broken for a moment as you adjusted to the new position. He hardly gave you a few seconds before his hands returned to your waist and tugged you into him, the feverish kiss continued.

You could feel him beneath you, growing harder by the minute. Warmth spread through your body at the realization that he really did feel the same as you did. Taking the initiative to return the feeling, you grinded down on him and he let out a throaty growl.

“I missed you,” he growled out, and the fingers on your waist dug in almost painfully. This spurred you on, and you continued on with you ministrations, occasionally stopping to roll your hips or swirl them in figure eights. He almost couldn’t kiss you, the pleasure from your movements making him groan and throw his head back.

“I missed you, too,” you breathed out. Your hands rested on his shoulders as they supported your weight. His hands ran under your shirt and lifted it up to your shoulders before you helped him remove it entirely. He took a moment to appreciate your chest and run his fingers over the lacy cream material. His lips moved in to press soft kisses along your collarbones and breasts. Slowly, his kisses became harder and more urgent as he began to suck deep scarlet marks.

The feverish kissing didn’t stop until you were both nearly naked, clad only in underwear. The room was quiet other than heavy breathing and the fire crackling. You stared into each other’s eyes; the weight of what you were about to do hung in the air.

“Are you okay?” He was the one to break the silence. “I don’t want to ruin this. We can go back to never talking… It’ll kill me harder than last time but I only want this if-”

“Just shut up and fuck me already,” you cut him off.

“I can do that,” his eyes were noticeably darker. Before you had a chance to make a snarky reply, his boxers were pushed down and your panties were pushed to the side. The swollen head of his cock was pushed against your entrance, and again the atmosphere was thick with tension. Without breaking eye contact, he began to ease himself into you. His face held immense concentration as he focused on giving you time to adjust instead of mercilessly pounding into you.

The wait was too much, you’re body too needy. With a huff, you pushed yourself down and bottomed out on him. He let out a strangled noise from the back of his throat and you thought his fingernails had surely raised blood on your hips.

“Oh, fuck,” his yelp rang out across the apartment. You let out your own hum of approval at the feeling of him filling you so completely. All your life, you didn’t think you had ever felt so whole.

“Yoongi, you feel so good,” you moaned. Neither of you had moved yet, instead choosing to bask in the feeling of each other. He could hardly reply, his face screwed up in pleasure.

“(Y/N), baby, I need you to move,” he moaned out. His forehead was covered in sweat from the exertion and his teeth were clenched. You relaxed your body and allowed him to guide your movements. Your arousal allowed him to move easily, sliding out of your slick heat. He didn’t waste time setting a brutal pace, one that you could hardly keep up with.

“You feel so good,” he huffed. You clenched around him for good measure and his face scrunched up. “Fuck. Do that again,” he bit his lip his lip so hard that you were afraid he would draw blood. You continued to work yourself on him and he let out strings of curse words.

It didn’t take long for the strange feeling to begin in your stomach. It started as a low heat, building and flowering through your limbs. Your movements became frantic as you rode him, desperately chasing the high. When he brushed against the sensitive spot inside of you, stars erupted behind your eyes.

“Yoongi, I’m so close. I’m so close, so close,” you whined. His hips were stuttering and his rhythm was sporadic, signaling that he was close too. One hand left your hips and trailed down to your sensitive, swollen bud. His fingers swiped circles over your clit and the white heat began to release itself through your body.

“Come for me, baby,” he rasped. You were gone. The electricity exploded inside of you and you let out a scream before your vision went completely white. It was the strongest orgasm you’d ever had in your entire life and the sparks didn’t cease. Your whole body felt aglow and tingly.

Yoongi’s movements were sloppy as you realized that he had come and was riding out his own pleasure. While you were preoccupied in your own bliss, you hadn’t even noticed him spill his hot liquid inside you. His hips eventually stopped moving and his head fell against the chair. You allowed your sweaty form to fall forward as your draped yourself across him. The room fell back into the soft sounds of heavy breathing and crackling fire.

You laid together like that for a few minutes until he gently lifted you off of him, the both of you wincing. He reached around you to grab a tissue and cleaned the sticky come from your thighs, then gently placed your underwear back in place and slipped himself back in his boxers. He moved you so that he was cradling you against his still warm skin, and you hummed.

“Sorry about these,” he ran his fingers over the angry red welts on your hips.

“They’ll heal,” you mused. You honestly didn’t care. In fact, the marks would serve as a beautiful reminder for the next few days or so. “I won’t leave again,” you said a few minutes later. He didn’t reply but instead tugged you as close to him as he could.

“Good. I wouldn’t let you go anyway. Not again,” he peppered kisses down your face and you smiled.

After all this time, everything would be okay again. That you were sure of.

anonymous asked:

Lena, what ships in voltron do you want to be canon? What do you think will be the end game, beside kallura because I guess that'll happen? Kallura can be cute, it's just I don't want it to be canon. I really want shance to be canon although I'm uncomfortable when I think of kallura being canon with shance, I would be more happy with sheith.

I agree with you on not wanting Kallura, anon. The thing is, if they do end up making Kallura canon, which I find sort of doubtful since the show has diverged from the original so much already, I would hope they developed Keith & Allura’s friendship/relationship more first. The two of them have very little one on one screentime and therefore very little chemistry…unlike Keith & Shiro, who are FREQUENTLY alone together or split off from the rest of the group talking one on one, doing their stUPID SHOULDER PAT THING or HUGGING or SAYING EACH OTHER’S NAME’S SOFTLY ahhhh yeah clearly you know what ship I want to be canon. It seems like every fuckin scene with K&S is romantically coded, from the framing i.e. The close up of Shiro (Kuron’s) face, Keith looking back over his shoulder, the only point of color in the dark room, smiling at clone Shiro when he replies “as many times as it takes.”

Like. The stuff that happens between these two is the closest to romantically coded that the show has ever been, in my opinion. Keith running to find Shiro when they were stranded on the planet, screaming his name while Shiro says his? That’s some Titanic level shit right there, dude. There’s a lot more (& better) analysis on Sheith scenes by @dent-de-leon and others. But here’s my 2 cents.

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anonymous asked:

I'm in the mood for angst lol. If you don't mind, I'd like to request Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, Saeran, and V dealing with MC's death. I'm thinking probably sudden death, like an accident or a medical condition she wasn't aware she had, etc., but tbh I'm gonna leave all that up to you. ^-^


I got a little emotional myself so i had to put that there

it got a lil dark for me with V’s

I’ve never done angst before? I don’t think I have. But I’ll give it a shot, enjoy :)


  • He wasn’t there when he heard that had you collapsed. His heart dropped when he received a call from Jumin, his least favorite person, about the news.
  • “I’m a little busy right now. What the hell do you want, trust fund kid?” He muttered into the phone.
  • “This is serious, Zen. You need to come to the hospital on main street. It’s MC, she.. she isn’t okay..” Jumin trailed off.
  • “What? What happened?” Zen said.
  • “Mr. Han, she’s not breathing.”
  • “It says that she has a DNR on file.”
  • “I have to call you back. You need to come here, fast.” Jumin said.
  • The line went dead and Zen stood there.
  • “I have to go.” He said to his supervisor.
  • “But we still have one more scene to cover-
  • “This is urgent. My girlfriend’s in the hospital.” He says, grabbing his jacket. He bolted to the nearest train station, hopping over the turnstile.
  • He got there 15 minutes too late, baffling all the medical professionals with questions after a heartfelt crying session.
  • (Let’s pretend MC has that unspecified disease that Kaori had from Your Lie in April, if you’ve ever seen that anime before, yeah?)
  • He felt like shit, everyone was there except for him.
  • “I don’t understand. What do you mean she had a DNR?”
  • “You don’t think…that MC knew she was sick..” Jaehee inquired.
  • “Nonsense! She would’ve told me! I know everything there is to know about her!” Zen spat.
  • “The doctor’s said she was on all sorts of medications…that she was only prolonging the inevitable…” Jumin said, loosening his tie.
  • You both didn’t live together, how would was he supposed to know that?
  • Zen peered back through the hospital door window, before walking in the room once again.
  • You were laying their peacefully.
  • You looked weary and pale now, compared to how he saw you this morning.
  • “I didn’t even know.. Why didn’t you tell me? You didn’t want me to worry? Well, look at me now..I’m a mess.” He said, looking down at you.
  • He lent down to kiss your still warm forehead.
  • He stayed with you for hours, until he was forced to leave.
  • Funeral was too much
  • You didn’t have family so it was kind of just the RFA


  • He was on a business trip when he heard the news
  • He had actually been begging to bring you along but you insisted that he went alone.
  • “MC, I’ll pay for your plane ticket and everything. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” He said, snuggling into you. Little did he know this would be the last time he’d be sleeping with you since his flight was in the morning. 
  • “Jumin, I can’t just get up and come with you whenever you go on a business trip. Besides, it’s only for two days. You’ll be fine.” You insisted.
  • “But I’ll miss you too much.” He said, leaving kisses on the back of your neck. 
  • “I’ll be here when you come back.”
  • Less than 48 hours later, you had died in a car crash.
  • He had landed in and been in Dubai for only 4 hours and of course he booked it back in minutes to see you.
  • “I just…I just saw her this morning…” Jumin said, biting back tears. “There’s no way she could actually be gone.”
  • When he got to the hospital he was more angry than grieving.
  • “What do you mean there was nothing you could have done to save her?!” He’s giving the doctors a hard time.
  • “She had died on impact, Mr. Han. Her car… it stopped moving in the middle of a main street. And then the truck just came and rammed into her. The weight of it came down, nearly scraping the whole upper half of the vehicle, along with her in it.” Said the medical examiner.
  • The funeral was the hardest for him
  • closed casket 
  • He found himself sitting in front of it after the viewing when everyone left.
  • “You told me I’d be fine. I don’t feel fine at all right now MC.” 
  • “You should’ve just let me bring you with me. I know how difficult I can be sometimes but I just want..I wanted to protect you.”
  • He’s a mess
  • I’m a mess


  • This one was some sort of freak accident.
  • She was there
  • You both went to the mall and there was this huge gas tank explosion that went off in one of the lower levels
  • There were reports of people who could smell gas but the staff didn’t move quick enough and a number of people died 
  • including you
  • “Jaehee, I think we should save the shopping for another day. Besides, I’m getting a weird vibe and it smells like gas on the whole first floor.” You told her while you both were inside one of the stores.
  • “I agree. I’ll pay for this and then we can leave.” She smiled.
  • Every second counts, you both could’ve made it out of there if she put down the dress she wanted.
  • “We were both holding hands, walking towards the exit. And then suddenly there was this really loud sound..and lots of shaking. The upper floors didn’t hold up and started collapsing. That’s when she pushed me out the way.. and.. and..” Jaehee choked out in her hospital bed. 
  • Zen was there to console her.
  • jaehee x zen
  • ill go home
  • lots of hugs for Jaehee
  • she’s too precious for this


  • You had always been a bit on the wild side, something he wasn’t too fond of.
  • You recommended going hiking one weekend.
  • As usual, if he thought it would make you happy, he’d go along with it.
  • “Saeran, how about we go hiking in the mountains this weekend? I’ll even pack up a picnic basket with snacks and stuff.” You said cheerily.
  • “You wanna have a picnic in the mountains? Can’t we just go to the park like a normal couple?” He said, not really up for it in the beginning.
  • “That’s the first time you called us a couple!” You cooed, literally jumping onto him on the couch.
  • “If you don’t get off me I’ll take it back!” He spat.
  • “You don’t mean that! I love you so much Saeran.” You said, showering him with kisses.
  • He’s a blushing mess right now.
  • The weekend comes and you guys go out on your hiking trip. After a sunset picnic dinner you guys head back down.
  • “Are you sure we can walk on this bridge, Saeran?” You said, checking it’s sturdiness. 
  • “It’s the quickest way down.” He insists. “See, the city lights are that way. We could go back the way we came but that’d take another hour.” He said.
  • “O-Okay..”
  • He walks ahead of you and you trail slowly behind him. 
  • Believe it or not he slipped first, having one of his feet break through one of the wooden logs.
  • “Shit, my leg!” He cries out.
  • “Saeran!” You say. “Don’t worry I’m coming to help you!’ 
  • You run towards him, having several of the wooden logs break. The whole bridge collapses now, sending both of you towards the bottom of the pit.
  • Saeran survives the fall, having being cradled by a tree on the way down, whereas you suffer a different fate.
  • Your body hits the grounds, breaking your bones, etc.
  • It takes a while for Saeran to come to, before he climbs down from the tree with aching limbs.
  • He finds you there, no signs of being alive. He realizes that your gone and lets out an agonizing scream.
  • “God why?! She did nothing wrong! I’ve sinned far more than she ever could have!”
  • He spends the rest of his life thinking it should’ve been him.
  • Might never love again

V (Jihyun)

  • You two had gotten into a fight about god knows what
  • Being the stubborn person you are, you storm out of the house, leaving him to think about the issue
  • You turned off your phone, not wanting to be bothered
  • Of course, maybe 15 mins later he goes out looking for you
  • He hates it when you both fight, mostly because it took him so long to start loving someone again. You mended his broken heart and he couldn’t bare the fact that you were upset with him.
  • You were walking in the dead of night, nothing could be seen but the street lights and parked cars on the curb.
  • “I don’t like it when we fight either. Maybe I should go back home.” You say to yourself, deciding to turn back and go home. You knew he’d be willing to talk it out. That’s just how he is.
  • You’re walking back home now, thinking about what to say to him. You wanted him to know you were sorry, that you didn’t mean to yell at him. You were just angry.
  • Then, you heard a bottle roll behind you.
  • “Is someone there?” You say, whipping your head behind you. There was nothing. Nothing but cars on the curb. Or so you thought.
  • You were speed walking now.
  • You turned you phone back on and called Jihyun, who immediately answered the phone.
  • “MC! I was so worried about you! I kept calling you but it kept going to voicemail. Where are you?! Are you oka-
  • “I think I’m being followed. I’m scared Jihyun.” 
  • “Where are you?! Go towards the main street with lots of people, okay? Find a store or a gas station!”
  • “I’m walking home. The main street is back in the other direction- where I heard the sounds.
  • “I’m coming down the street right now! Keep walking. And don’t look back, they might attack you if they know you suspect them!” He says.
  • “Okay.”
  • You kept walking but the person behind only walked faster, grabbing you.
  • “Now, what’s a pretty young thing like you doing out here at this time of night?” 
  • “Let go of me!” Swung your fists, dropping the phone.
  • “MC?! Hello, MC?!” He was yelling into the phone now. He jetted down the street, searching for you.
  • “Don’t give me a hard time now-AHH!” Said the attacker as you stepped on his foot.
  • You bolted down an alleyway, only to be caught at a dead end.
  • “Stay away! Dammit I said stay away!” You screamed.
  • Jihyun was running down the street he thought you were on.
  • “She should be here. This is the only way you can walk to get back towards the apartment.” He could barely breathe. He’d been panicking since he lost contact with you.
  • It wasn’t until he found your phone, with the call still going, that he assumed the worst.
  • “She must be this way then.” He said, peering into the dark alleyway.
  • He ran down the dark path, finding a man fondling your limp body.
  • “Get your hands off of her!” Jihyun snapped at this point, throwing a nearby brick at the man’s skull, immediately knocking him out.
  • There was blood everywhere, now a mixture of the man’s and yours.
  • He dropped to his knees, beside your body, cradling you.
  • “MC, wake up.” He didn’t sound like himself but he didn’t care.
  • You didn’t move.
  • He lent down towards you nose and mouth, and there was nothing.
  • His tears spilled onto your lifeless body and the longer he held you the more his hands became soiled with blood. 
  • He was too late and he knew that.

anonymous asked:

How does Sansa "canonically" not want Tyrion?

Okay so this might shock a lot of the show-watcher only fans, but Book Sansa Stark does not want Tyrion Lannister. Sansa hated that she was forced to marry him. She feels pity for Tyrion after she flees Kings Landing only because she knows Little Finger has set him up. Other than that she’s mainly happy to not have to share her bed with him. 

Here are some lovely quotes of Sansa making it clear she doesn’t want Tyrion. 

He’s as frightened as I am, Sansa realized. Perhaps that should have made her feel more kindly towards him, but it did not. All she felt was pity and pity was to desire death.” 

“This is not right, this is not fair, how have I sinned that the gods would do this to me, how?” 

“uncomfortably aware of her husband’s mismatch eyes. Why is he looking at me that way” 

“he looks like a starving child, but I have no food to give him. Why won’t he leave me be?” 

“the memory of her own wedding night with Tyrion was much with her. In the dark, I am the Knight of the Flowers. He had said. I could be good to you. But that was only another Lannister lie. 

While Book Tyrion wasn’t Joffrey, he wasn’t physically cruel to Sansa, he very obviously expected her to fall for him. Tyrion’s a character with huge emotional baggage and he expected a 12-year-old girl to be able to deal with this baggage. 

How I read the relationship was Sansa didn’t want him and Tyrion felt entitled to her love. Even though Tyrion is very aware that she must hate the Lannisters for what they’ve done to her. Also Tyrion himself tells Sansa she looks like a child, right before he says he wants her anyway. Gross. Had they stayed married long enough (keep in mind they weren’t married for like more than a month or two in the books) I have no doubt he would have started raping her. He thinks about doing it. 

To me, this was one of the most aggrievance things D&D changed from her character. It’s very obvious D&D have a “Tyrion problem” and they seem to want to overcompensate in the Sansa department. Personally, I think they hated that GRRM didn’t make Sansa gratefully she married Tyrion and set out to punish her for it. Even in her rape scene, she had to mention how awesome Tyrion was, for being a non-rapist, to Ramsey. 

glowingpotatoes  asked:

Hello there Miss Emma! I was wondering if you could a little fanfic I had in mind, if you're too busy I absolutely understand and you do not have to do this, trust me you really don't. The request is a Antisepticeye x Reader, where Anti comes home to a sleeping reader and you can make up the rest, all I need in life is some Anti fluff!(If not to difficult I ask for a fem! Reader, but you can do whatever floats your boat!) I hope you have a lovely day(or evening) Miss Emma! Lots of Love~

(let’s pretend that this was not written in a short time span of 20 minutes while i was slightly depressed and super cold)

this was an extremely interesting prompt, honestly. i’ve never written an X Reader fic before, and have read maybe one or two. so this was very fun to try! hopefully, this explains why this may sound stiff or weird! i’mvery sorry but i hope you enjoy this! also, i very much appreciate the respectful-ness of your prompt! lots of love for you too!

(ps: i got the vibe that you wanted this to be romantic but i wasn’t 100% sureso this is kind of bordering on romantic, but can be read as platonic, i suppose. also, while i did intend for a fem!reader, i guess it can be read either way. i hope that’s okay!)

for the lovely @glowingpotatoes


Anti slips into the house with only the soft jingly of his keys. Vaguely, you hear the sound through your dreams, but it simply bleeds together in one mess of swirling images in your mind.

Anti takes off his shoes and coat, shaking the light dusting of snow off of the thick material. Soon, he’s left in only a t-shirt and sweatpants, and the house seems much colder. He suddenly realizes why you’re bundled tightly in a layer of blankets.

You continue to sleep peacefully through the movement, letting out soft inhales and exhales of breath. You hair is ruffled from sleep, and some of it has fallen in front of your face. Your limbs are awkwardly sprawled out across the couch, and Anti’s eyes soften as he looks at you.

Anti walks over, his footsteps soft, and his glitching noises quieter than usual. The scene in front of him is peaceful, but he knows you need to get to bed. Otherwise, you’ll be sore, stiff, and grouchy in the morning. He gently shakes your shoulder, his hands still cold from the frigid temperatures outside, and you groggily pry open your eyes.

“You need to go to bed,” His words are bordering on too blunt, but the quiet nature of his voice and the feeling of his hand brushing your hair out of your face softens them.

“Come with me.” You don’t mean to say it, but your half-asleep mind can think of nothing other than the idea of a warm body sleeping near yours, and your voice is croaky as you make the statement.

Anti’s face glitches for a moment, and you know that, if the light weren’t as dim as it was, you’d be able to see a faint blush on his cheeks. He shifts, unsettled, for a long moment. However, despite his obvious embarrassment, Anti nods.

You smile softly, and he offers you his hand. You gratefully take it, still not quite awake enough to stand up on your own without stumbling. He pulls you up and gently leads you to the bedroom. You are quick to curl up under the sheets, your favorite blanket wrapped tightly around you.

The short walk to the room reminded you of the cold temperature of the house, and you shiver as you bundle yourself up underneath the covers.

Anti stands near the door for a moment as you get settled, and you almost think he’s going to leave. However, he stays and walks towards the bed, rubbing his hands together as an attempt to warm them.

Without saying a word, fearful of breaking the peaceful quiet the room has fallen into, you make room for him, a silent invitation. He takes it gratefully, lying down next to you and wrapping himself with the other half of the covers. You shuffle closer to him and poke his side gently. When he looks down, he sees you staring at him with wide eyes. Picking up on the hidden request, he rolls his eyes sarcastically, but still opens his arms for you.

You take the offer quickly, wrapping your arms around his torso and laying your head on his chest. His arms wrap hesitantly around you, but they tighten securely once you let out a soft, content sigh. One hand rises up to run his fingers through your hair, and you close your eyes peacefully. Every so often, you’re jerked by his glitched movements, but they eventually fade away as he falls asleep, content.

You feel yourself beginning to doze off again as well, the feeling of his chest rising and falling beneath yours and the sound of his soft puffs of breath lulling you to sleep. You dream of bright smiles and warm streams of sun licking at your skin. You dream of the taste of your favorite food, and the sense of happiness that comes with doing something good.

You dream of peace.

Okay. Let's talk about Elphaba Thropp.

(Inspired by this post here.) Note that I’m not sure I can write this without giving spoilers for Wicked, both the book and the musical. I’ll do my best, but you have been warned.

Now. For those who don’t know, Wicked is a novel by Gregory Maguire exploring the backstory of the woman who becomes the Wicked Witch of the West: Elphaba. It’s also the wildly popular stage musical inspired by said book.

Now. As fans of Wicked will know, Elphaba and Glinda (and if you don’t know who Glinda is, I fear I’ll have to send you back to The Wizard of Oz) are best friends in both versions of the story. In the book, it’s important; in the musical, it’s central. I think one can make an argument that either or both of them could be bi, or whatever the Ozian term would be.

Elphaba’s only clearly visible relationship, in both versions of the story, is with (spoilers) Fiyero, a Winkie prince. In the musical there’s a love triangle involving the two of them and Glinda; in the book there’s no such thing, but Glinda is stated to have married some lord or other. But they are also super close to each other. It’s more obvious in the book; in one scene Elphaba calls Glinda “my sweet” and kisses her goodbye. I swear there’s a reference to sharing a bed somewhere, and how brave and vulnerable it made Glinda feel, but I’m having trouble finding it. (Help, anyone? I think it was fairly late in the book, after Dorothy arrives in Oz.) But the hints are clear enough that even my former seventeen-year-old self (who was barely out and really not attuned to spotting this stuff) could pick up on them. In the sequels to Wicked it’s even clearer: even the author ships them, I think. Elphaba isn’t a viewpoint character very much, so it’s often hard to tell how she feels, but in my mind it’s darned obvious that Glinda fell in love with Elphaba, though she may not have known it at the time.

They still both show interest in male characters; so I would peg them as bi. (Worth noting is that Elphaba’s son, in the sequels, is also bi, and it’s spelled out a hell of a lot better.)In the musical, alas, all this is way toned down. It’s possible to read Glinda and Elphaba as very close friends, but both straight (no thanks to the Fiyero love triangle). This kind of annoys me because, well, Wicked is a really popular show. Really popular. And the Glinda-Elphaba relationship is the heart of the show; their final duet, “For Good,” is very nearly a love song. There’s a thriving “Gelphie” sector of the fandom, as you might imagine; I’m part of it. In my head, Glinda/Elphaba is a love story that never had a chance to come true, but for reasons entirely unrelated to the fact that they’re both girls. That is, perhaps, why I ship it as hard as I do. (I also quite like Fiyero/Elphaba, which can get confusing, but my personal attractions lean so much towards girls that at the end of the day, it’s Gelphie. Or headcanon-poly-Elphaba. Or both. But I digress.)If Glinda/Elphaba was just a bit more obviously canon, especially in the musical, the two of them would be some really wonderfully mainstream queer characters. As-is, it’s subtle, and to me it’s frustratingly easy to, well, straight-wash them.

But then, Wicked remains one of the only fantasy novels I own with even a potentially-queer main character. And when you’re seventeen and barely out, sometimes subtle representation can be a godsend—if you know where to find it.

anonymous asked:

At what point in the series do you think Brian fell in love with Justin and when do you think Brian realized he was in love?

Oh, Nonny. You had to go there. After I showed such remarkable restraint on my last ask, you had to ask the question guaranteed to make me ramble on for a century with all my thoughts, feelings, and theories. Very well. You asked for it. :D

Now, this is a really interesting question to think about and actually somewhat challenging to answer, because Brian genuinely didn’t believe in love. He couldn’t even conceptualize it. So while he may have been feeling all these emotions toward Justin that people generally associate with falling in love, Brian himself wouldn’t have recognized it as love even if it bit him on the ass (which, come to think of it, I’m sure Justin did).

My short answer is this: I think the first time we witnessed a true spark of love from Brian was during 1x07, and it built steadily all throughout the first season, and by the end of 1x17 he was absolutely in love. Now, that’s not to say he always accepted those feelings, or acted in a way that somebody generally would when they’re in love, because, come on, he’s Brian Kinney. As for when he actually realized it? I’d place it at prom, and one specific instance at prom, but I’m going to put that below the cut because believe me, I will ramble. However, we all know what happens at prom, and following those events, Brian tried to drown out the idea of being in love from his mind, mainly with drugs, liquor, and plenty of sex. But by the end of 2x02, I believe we’ve reached the point where Brian can’t deny to himself that he’s in love with Justin, even if he won’t use those exact words.

So, that’s the short answer. If you want the long answer, complete with pictures and a nearly episode by episode description of Brian falling in love with the incredible Justin Taylor, let’s hop along under the cut.

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copperore  asked:

Hello again! Two things that always intrigued me: why is Mycroft's assistant the one arranging for John to meet Irene at Battersea? Why is she working for Irene and does this mean so is Mycroft? Does Mycroft want John and Irene to have a showdown?? And why does she say "I don't think so--do you?" to John when they realize Sherlock heard their exchange? It always made me think she's saying "if you're not ready to come clean to him, why bother chase him down?" Thoughts? As always thank you!

Hi! Sorry for the delay on replying to this :p 

As far as I understand, the woman who goes to meet John in ASiB is not actually Anthea; this is proven in the shoe itself:

They do share an uncanny resemblance, but no, they’re not both Anthea. I find it amusing for two reasons: one, John then obviously thinks Mycroft has this plethora of beautiful women to kidnap John (though I think it was more the car that made him think this; Mycroft “borrows” John in the exact same car in previous episodes); and two, they both bear a striking resemblance to Sherlock, and I believe they were both hit on by John because of this resemblance. I read a meta on this – be damned if I could find it right now – but basically Irene knows John is attracted to Sherlock, so she sends a Sherlock clone to pick him up and lure him in. I think this is also a subtextual nod to ASiP. But I digress.

As for the Irene / Mycroft / John showdown, no, Battersea, I don’t think, had anything to do with Mycroft. The ONLY way I could see it being connected is because of the Moriarty chain, but I think this was all Irene’s doing as part of the plan she was doing for Moriarty. Irene had been trying to get the code from Mycroft, so I don’t think Mycroft would have orchestrated Battersea just because he thought John was a nuisance.

Irene is one of those characters that I just have a very difficult time sussing out, and I always need a lot of sit-down time to think about the answers to questions pertaining to her.There are a couple great readings about the “I don’t think so” exchange here and here. Something to take into consideration is that the scene has been constructed by Irene for Moriarty because she needs to get her code cracked, except Sherlock still thinks she’s dead and she is still working him out. Why she enlists John to “reveal” she’s alive to Sherlock is still mind boggling to me (and if anyone can enlighten me, it would be much appreciated; the best I can guess is that she found a kindred spirit in John and wanted to let him know that he’s really not hiding his feelings all that well), but somehow, the conversation steered towards their sexualities. She had no idea that Sherlock was going to follow John to Battersea, so when John not-so-wordily admitted to Irene about his feelings for Sherlock and they both realize he’s there, Irene begins to panic, because she can’t have John interfering in her quest to retrieve the deduction. @loudest-subtext-in-television explains this much better than I:

[..] Then Irene realizes Sherlock overheard, and has a moment of panic. Irene hasn’t been hiding her feelings, though, so this isn’t about her worrying that Sherlock will know she’s into him. She wants Sherlock to know she’s into him so she can manipulate him and he’ll trust her motives. She always wanted Sherlock to know she’s alive.

Irene panics about Sherlock hearing John’s feelings. It’s about keeping John from rushing after Sherlock.

She keeps John from rushing after Sherlock because if John confronts him then, it will be to address what Sherlock just overheard, and that could go poorly for Irene: she knows she’d lose any possible sexual leverage she has if Sherlock is the least bit interested in John – he’ll hook up with John right then and leave her out in the cold – and Moriarty will kill her for blabbing. [X]

Remember at the beginning of the episode, Irene mentioned that she knew what John liked (hence the Sherlock clone to entice him to Battersea), but thought Sherlock was much more difficult to understand (”I’m not sure about you.”)? This is why she thinks she’s able to hold onto Sherlock’s interest for so long, because she thinks she has sussed out Sherlock’s feelings. Except in an ironic twist, Sherlock ends up spilling the beans because he wanted to impress John, not Irene.

So yeah, in a nutshell: Anthea is not Irene’s assistant (nor is it Kate because Kate does have a credit in the episode and it’s a different actress), Mycroft isn’t involved in this kidnapping, and Irene doesn’t want John to get Sherlock to reveal his feelings (she knows that John will immediately chase after Sherlock and wish to talk to him about what he overheard).

I’m open to other people’s thoughts on this, because AH ASiB is so amazing but SO difficult for me to decipher.

ML one-shot. He loves her hair. And her name

It was a calm evening. The roofs of Paris receiving slight gusts of wind. Night colors perceiving on the yet orange sky. Near the seine, on top of a small balcony, stood a familiar black suited superhero. Eager to open the trapdoor at his feet, knowing he could only be the one allowed to enter from there.

Before opening, he got his head closer to the ground for him to hear and confirm his safe entrance to the room below. Light and quick taps where heard easily and no voice came out other than adorable giggles that he knew better than anyone.

Swiftly but quietly, he opened the trapdoor and jumped straight down. Head lowered, knees bent up, hands resting on the soft meatress he was standing on. A second after, he was looking straight ahead with a slight smirk on his face to the blue haired girl. Marinette was lying on her pillows, holding her cellphone in her right hand. She had jumped quite a bit for her own concern, even though she already knew what went by before her eyes just a pair of seconds ago. Chat noir received a same kind of grin he had given.

“You’re early”. Marinette complained, not sounding as such complain at all.

Still holding her phone in her hand, she laid her arm on her legs. “Princess, you know all you have to do is say the word and I’ll go and come back later”. Chat couldn’t resist giving a little tease first. “Even if I’d told you so, you wouldn’t be leaving that easily”. “Meowch, Princess. You wound me. I wouldn’t disobey your commands. Perhaps all you want is to carry on with your funny little conversation”. He got back at it again with the tease, this time interfering by wanting to take the cellphone from her hand with his tail.

“I was just texting Alya, silly kitty”. Grabbing the cellphone with her other hand, she took it farther from his tail. “She was asking what was going on with you at school today,”. Chat noir couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, recalling today’s petit event.


“Marinette Dupain-Cheng” “Marinette Dupain-Cheng…Agreste”

That name sounded so terribly fitting. So accommodating. So precious to Adrien’s ears. Or thoughts more like.

He couldn’t stop thinking of this amazing girl sitting just behind him. And her pretty, oh so beautiful name. Impatient for the day in which she would own his name, too. At least, that’s what he desires and hopefully she does, too, he thought.

Mrs. Bustier started taking attendance. He already is aware of his name coming first, even when his mind is somewhat thinking about something else.

“Dupain-Cheng, Marinette” “Dupain-Cheng Agreste, Marinette”

Both Mrs. Bustier and Adrien get in sync Marinette’s last name, but the class could clearly hear how he had finished her name. Oh no, of course it wasn’t Adrien’s intention to say what he had just said, out loud. It sounded profoundly beautiful. But heck, not at this time of the day. No. It just sounded beautiful at any time and even heard from other people’s voices. But not when all the class had heard. What was he to do. Nothing, but to start hearing little laughs here and there from his classmates and a little quiet chatting from others. At least from most of them.

Just at the moment Marinette thought of hearing Adrien, she clearly heard her own name slightly a bit different from how it always sounded. She face palmed in her thoughts. This chaton is searching for it. She feels a shake coming from her left shoulder. “Girl, you heard what everyone just heard, didn’t you?” Her friend Alya tried to whisper to her, as if trying not to sound to loud for the guys sitting in front of them. Marinette wouldn’t act too shocked or too calm. Adrien on the other hand, was trying to hide his face from everyone. But heck, even his neck was visibly almost as red as Nathanael’s hair.

“I’m sorry, Marinette” Was the only thing that could escape his lips as he tried to face her. She gestured an “it’s fine” by raising her hand up and mimicking the words. Honestly, from her view, he looked so amazingly adorable, with his cute red and inflated cheeks. He wasn’t shy in looking straight at her. He still wanted to see her reaction. But did he felt more ashamed now.

They had agreed to remain their friendship as the somewhat distant-but-close friendship. At least while at school. Maybe glances there and now wouldn’t be that much, but this. Adrien messed up and did he see her princess a little bit annoyed by his silly little scene. He hadn’t even say it so loud. It was close to a whisper. Maybe that was how he heard it.


With the memory in his mind, Chat felt so ashamed that his kitty ears bent down, showing his embarrassment even more.

“I’m sorry M-My Lady. Marinette”. He really does feel sorry for it.

While his cat ears still down and his body moving a little further away to sit, Marinette, leaving the phone to the side, tried to reach him out by going on one knee and leaning towards Chat.

“Chaton. It’s fine. You were already told. It’s not like you just spread to the whole class that we are dating”. She placed her hands on both his hands resting on the bed, which were cat-posed.

“Besides,”. Grabbed by his bell, well-known as his zipper as well, she pulled him to her, slowly but anxious. “I don’t think there’s a problem in our friends getting hints already that we both love each other. Perhaps they’ll see Ladybug and Chatnoir as more than friends at first. Maybe some time later, they can see Marinette and Adrien together, hmm?”

The pulling to her had caused him to lay in Mari’s tummy. She was lying again on her pillows and Chat had felt encouraged again, and felt himself burying his face right there.

“De-transform, Adrien”. Command heard. Kitty obeying.

A little black flying creature flying away from the two love birds in search of that other creature, only red color. A groan could be heard by that little black one.

“May I ask why tho, purrincess?

"Hah. Actually trying to avoid more puns for today but I guess I’m super wrong thinking you’ll behave better while being like this”. Marinette tried to keep her cool. “Is that so, My Lady?” Now he just wanted to start the teasing again. He stretched up to her face, real close to it but enough for him to go immediately to her neck and resting his head on her left shoulder.

She finally blushed.

“N-no. Not really. I-wanted to feel your own warmth. Instead”. She could barely speak. Her nervousness was a lot to take in.

“So, how come you’re getting cold now? You’re shivering, Marinette”. His mouth reaching sensitive skin on her neck. Teasing.

Her name coming out from his mouth only gives more shivering. Shivering that Adrien takes not because of cold. He goes on his knees, reaches her upper arms with his hands on each side. He speaks near her ear, but not facing her way. “Relax, Mari…” The girl feels like melting and turning into butter now. She instinctively, only by hearing his heartwarming voice, relaxes all of her being and lets Adrien grab her gently as he does. He sits on her and bravely starts giving kisses to her hair. Caressing her hair, tugging her hair, rubbing and snuggling into her hair. He enjoys breathing onto it. He freaking loves smelling her hair. He breathes, smells, taking it deep and long, and then breathes out, giving small moans of how comforting this is.

Marinette is traveling across heaven. She just doesn’t know what hit her, and suddenly jumps and eeked by a digital sound. Alya is still messaging the girl and she just left her waiting. For almost past an hour and a half.

She quickly sits correctly, leaving a confused and dreamy eyes Adrien. “Uuuugh. Alyaaa. I’m sorry,”. She gave a small look to Adrien and continued to type. “there was a cat in here. I left the trapdoor a bit opened and it probably smelled some bread. It wouldn’t leave.”. She continued messaging with Alya, avoiding eye contact with Adrien.

“Yeah…a stray cat”. Oh, he only could think how much of a good liar this princess was. Wait, what. “Stray cat, princess?” She only could stare at him, with her hand in her mouth trying to keep her giggling silence.

-“Alya. Imma go sleep now. Ttyt, kay?”
-“Marinette!! I can’t believe you’re not fangirling all over about what Adrien did in class! Girl, you better tomorrow”
-“I will! He was too adorable! I can’t believe it!!

Marinette left her phone on hold and placed it a little farther this time.

Adrien had sit besides Marinette, waiting for her to finish. Didn’t took too long when she came back and pull him to the bed with her. Both stared at one another, smiling. Adrien raised his left hand, reaching the back of her head, by her hair. Her hands resting on his chest.

"I love you. And your hair”. He admitted. Hand caressing and playing slowly with her hair.
She chuckled. “I love you. And your bad puns”.
“I was pawsitive you digged them”.
“Don’t push it, you stray cat”. She rolled her eyes and gestured a tiny and soft slap on his cheek. “M-Marinette…”

She heard his voiced changed tone. “Yes, Adrien?” Curiously
“Do you like it?”
“Like what?” Not following.

“How the name sounds?”

She chuckled again. “Adrien Agreste Dupain-Cheng. I have thought about all the promising names. Maybe even first than you have”.

His overjoy was showing as he took Marinette into an embrace to spin her around, or at least side to side on the bed.


This was like at 2 in the morning. -3-
I don’t know wether I like shy Adrien or shy Mari. HALP ME.
I decided to have this as Free Day for Miraculous March. :3 It probably sucks but it’s my first ML fanfic. Not that I was never good at writing. But the fluff convinces me. Identities revealed already, of course. Based on my Marichat sketch for ship square. http://mnegan.tumblr.com/post/141321584624/for-miraculous-march-day-18th-which-was, ‘cuz I can’t create my own fanfic by its own.


summary: she never could lie to him after all.  —shallura
also read on: ao3
for @shiroallura​, with great thanks for making us the wondrous “12 days of shallura” edit and for supporting us in our shallurian endeavors!

part of “the princess and the paladin” series. link to master list here.

“Tell me about Altea,” he asks her.

He says this, his voice so gentle and barely a whisper, with his eyes so genuine and focused on her that she has no choice but to promise him she would tell him everything she remembered and then some.

And so she takes him to the library — where she spends all of her free time just sitting and reading quietly to herself, reminding herself of all the stories and the great legends and the histories of her planet.

The library is a relic from her father’s time. It took her longer than it should have for her to realize at the end of the day it was good that her father prioritized education above all, because otherwise all of these books and writings and scriptures from Altea would be gone and there would be nothing else left from Altea but her fading memory.

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