#wht ship should i do next

[irldiancie]

All Kagehina “proof” I know of

Ok i wasnt gonna post this but ive been told by a friend to explain why some might ship Kagehina so... try me. i dont exactly ship this myself but lets just say im a pro when it comes to this topic also it's not as bad as i thought it was there are worse ships idk why i was a hater also i lowkey got some of this from shipping wiki but most of it i knew already, plus NOT ALL OF THIS IS NECESSARILY REFERENCES TO THE SHIP it kinda just adds on to it anyways lets just get into it

ok so starting with common knowledge i think everyone knows that Hinata is the protagonist followed with Kageyama being the deuteragonist, they get the most screen time together and are pretty much paired MOST of the series, we get a lot of content with them together while also getting content of them on their own, they're known as the "freak duo," the "greatest teammates" and like 100 other names they've been called I've seen a lot of people intemperate their relationship wrong, I've seen a few say Kageyama was downright "abusive" to Hinata which I think is a little farfetched, but to each their own! They genuinely do care for each other and it shows, even at the end of the manga you can tell how far their relationship has come, even if they consider themselves rivals, they are without a doubt still friends Now a lot of people have said "well they're not gay they're just friends", while this is true, it has been referenced/implied officially in many places, including manga panels and english dubs, so while it isn't canon there is a few cute things about it which we know are official which is why I'm sharing this, I myself know it isn't canon, plus I didn't really make this to prove anything it was kinda for fun sorry if that made little to no sense but I'll start getting into more interesting stuff 1. at the tip of the iceberg we have the fact they're in so much official art together

theres like a 1000 more of these btw theyre often put near eachother even in official arts not based off them

I have like 1k more of these but i have more proof than this but i think you get my point some of this is probably promo art but that's also considered official art so 2. moving on i think another known one is that Ukai calls them lovebirds ONE TIME in English dub and I have no idea who approved that but I think it's funny and obviously this probably meant nothing but take it as you want video of it here 3. this is kinda randomly thrown in but the fact that they also trust eachother, they've mentioned it a couple times but I think it's nice to know 4. i dont remember when this was or what chapter or something but kageyamas grandfather said "somebody even better will come for you", which just happened to be Hinata of course 5. ALSO after that whole fight scene back in season two, Hinata says this

he didnt really consider kageyama as a friend, but he considered him a partner which i believe is more important to hinata. teammates/partners were always something Hinata wanted, as before he went to Karasuno, he didn't feel like his friends in Junior high were necessarily teammates. Meaning he valued Kageyama more because he was his partner.

(credits to triananero for these images) and when him and Kageyama started working together, they most definitely were perfect together, as they balanced each-other out, which made them become an unstoppable duo or whatever they called them 6. the fact that they have matching jersey numbers 9 and 10 moving on to less canon stuff, there is a light novel of Haikyuu called Haikyū!! Shōsetsuban!! which probably isnt close to canon but Furudate was a part of it even though it wasn't written by him, so it's at least somewhat official 7. anyway according to shipping wiki there is a chapter where Kageyama feels "fluttery feelings at the bottom of his stomach" when Hinata texts him, it's on volume 8 chapter 1, I REALLY WANTED TO SHOW YOU GUYS BUT I COULDNT FIND IT ANYWHERE ONLINE. i searched countless tumblr posts and websites but i could only find chapter five and chapter three so im fully convinced this is lost media LMAOOOO 8. also in Haikyū!! Shōsetsuban!! apparently there's a part where Hinata daydreams about him and Kageyama eating under cherry blossom trees i just found that cute AS MUCH AS I WANNA SHOW YOU GUYS I LITERALLY CANNOT FIND ANYTHING OF THIS LIGHT NOVEL ANYWHERE i just know it's real, if I ever get my hands on it which I doubt, I'll share proof it exists btw AND THIS IS REALLY RANDOM AND SOMEONE WANTED ME TO INCLUDE THIS BUT 9. Basically there was a ad for deodorant a couple years back, collabing with Haikyuu, where you could buy deodorants to “smell like them” or whatever, some shippers believe it’s a Kagehina reference as they also advertised Kageyama and Hinatas scents together as some like matching couple thing

and then there's this

And I think I've said enough, there's way more you can find out about this ship, but I hope with this post you've learned something new or whatever... I MIGHT MAKE THIS A SERIES should i do kenhina next or kuroken ANYWAYS DISCLAIMER I didnt look too much into most of these things but I can gaurentee this stuff is true also this was just for fun and not serious but i hope you liked my little post!

#haikyuu #kagehina #im just rambling #kageyama #tobio kageyama #haikyuu!! #ship #um #PLS ignore all the grammar mistakes i made this wasnt supposed to be serious #i love hinata shouyou #hinata shouyou #shippingpost #haikyu #hi #wht ship should i do next

[kireimarkeu]

retrouvailles; l.mk

THIS IS A REPOST!!!!

Summary: counting down the days until you finally see your long-distance boyfriend.

Mark is a jerk at one point. Also noticed how I put skype when they were calling through the phone and ft through laptop LOL

word count: 5.7k

Also lets pretend we can use spotify in korea ok

--Day 98

(10:33PM) Cutie: you idiot

(10:33PM) Cutie: answer my call!! You loserrrr

(10:34PM) You: omg give me a second

(10:35PM) You: ffs jshkdmj

(10:35PM) Cutie: omg what are you doing

(10:35PM) Cutie: why are you taking so long

(10:37PM) You: GIVE ME A SECOND 

(10:37PM) You: im taking food

You plop onto your bed, placing the  plate of grapes on the mattress, resulting in some to topple out of the bowl. You quickly pop one in your mouth before turning on your laptop. 

Before you could even call Mark, he was already requesting a facetime with you. You immediately answered. 

“Finally,” your boyfriend huffs when the call was finally connected. 

You hum, your hands searching for more grapes that has dropped on your bed sheets, popping them in your mouth. 

“What are you eating?” he asks. 

“Grapes,” your voice came out muffled from chewing, but Mark understands. 

“That’s what took you so long?” he frowns, “I can cut a watermelon in 5 seconds,”

“I didn’t ask,” you bite back. 

Your boyfriend automatically raises his hand to flash his middle finger while you did the same back at him. 

“What time is it there?” you ask him with raised eyebrows. 

You were studying in Korea but because of the virus, you had to go back to Canada. You didn’t know how long you would be staying, but Mark had promised you that he would make it work. 

“Um,” he looks at the clock that was a hanging next to him, “it’s 2:30PM here,” he answers, looking back at you, “It’s about 11 there, right?”

You nod.

“Don’t you have class tomorrow?” Mark asks. 

Lucky for you, your classes has changed to the local timing in Canada. Meaning, you don’t need to stay up at ungodly hours for your classes. 

“I think I can wake up tomorrow,”

“Do you want me to call you?”

“Please,” you pout.

Mark scowls jokingly at you, “the things I do for my girlfriend,”

You giggle innocently at your boyfriend, “I love you,” you make a heart with your hands, grinning at your laptop. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes. 

--Day 90

“Babe, look up,” you call. 

Mark looks up to see you holding your phone up, obviously filming him through the screen. 

“What?”

He could hear you grinning from behind your phone.

“Smile,” you instruct. 

He grins awkwardly while you let out a snort from behind the screen. You put your phone down, typing something before looking back up at your boyfriend. 

“What did you do?” 

You look up at him, biting back a smile— to which you failed, “go check Instagram,”

Mark immediately opens Instagram to see that you had posted something on your private Instagram. Only him and the members are following your private account since your relationship is still private. 

He clicks on the bubble to see a video of him that you had recorded. When he smiles, his face morphed into a horse from of the filter you were using. Mark couldn’t help but chuckle at the funny effect. 

“Okay, that’s kinda funny,” he admits. 

He looks back up at you to see you holding your phone in front of your face again, probably trying another filter on him again. 

“Is this another ugly filter, again?” whines your boyfriend. 

You laugh, your phone not covering your face anymore, “it’s not!”

“Don’t lie,”

Your giggles got louder, “it’s not! I swear!”

“Fine,” he huffs. He straightens his back and stares at the camera, waiting for you to finish recording. 

You put your phone down re-watching the video, chuckles leaving your lips. 

“What filter did you use?”

“It’s on my insta, baby,”

He looks down on his phone again to see that you have posted another story. He immediately clicks on it to see it was an NCT filter. 

‘Who is your NCT Bias?’  Was written on top of his head.

Mark waits for the filter to show the result. He grimaced when he got Jeno. He swipes up to reply to your story to send you a message. 

markleeee99 replied to your story: ewww

--Day 87

(1:18PM) mwark: hello baby

(1:20PM) you: wht im having class rn

(1:20PM) mwark: so

(1:25PM) you: i have class??? go away loser

(1:25PM) mwark: :( I just wanna talk to my girlfriend tho :/

(1:27PM) you: later

(1:27PM) mwark: nooo 

(1:33PM) you: omg youre an idol why are you so free

(1:34PM) you: go dance or rap or smth

(1:34PM) mwark: babyyyy

(1:35PM) you: im putting my phone on dnd

(1:35PM) mwark: nooo

(1:35PM) mwark: babe

(1:40PM) mwark: did you actually leave me D:

(1:40PM) mwark: ok whatev

(1:40PM) mwark: I was about to send you something but I guess I won’t now

(1:40PM) mwark: are you still ignoring me????

(1:41PM) mwark: omg babe I was jst joking I’ll send you some gifts

(1:41PM) mwark: booo u suck :(

--Day 81

This time, it was slightly different. Instead of your usual late-night calls through the computer, you had immediately skype him through your phone when you had received a package from Korea. 

“You got me something?” you ask loudly when your boyfriend answered your call. 

“Jeez, hello to you too, babe,” he rolls his eyes, “and yea, did it arrive?”

“What did you get me? And what type of shipping did you choose? It arrived so quickly,” 

The box was pretty heavy, so you had to put your phone down to place the huge box on the counter before bringing your phone back into view. 

“Express, I paid like extra,” Mark answers, eyeing you through the screen.

You click your tongue, opening the drawer to take out a knife, “stop wasting your money, you dumbass,”

Mark didn’t reply, instead he waits for you to open the package.

You let out a sigh, “what did you get me this time?”

You open the cardboard box, a navy-blue hoodie covering the top of it. You pull it out, looking at Mark who has a smile plastered on his face. 

“Is this your hoodie?!” you squeal, putting it on yourself. 

Your heart melt when the familiar scent fills your nostrils. It smells just like Mark. 

“Canada is getting cold isn’t it? Keep yourself warm, baby,”

You lean over to take everything out from the box. Mark had given you his half-used cologne that he uses on a daily.

“I bought a new one just so I could give you mine,” he tells you, a playful smirk on his lips. 

He had also packed some of your favourite Korean snacks, and some that you haven’t tried before. Along with some matching phone cases for the both of you. 

“Now I feel bad I didn’t get anything for you,” you frown., pulling the hoodie over your head.

“Don’t be,” he reassures you, “being able to see you is already enough,”

You scrunch your nose in disgust, “cringey, Mark-ie,”

“Fuck you,” he chuckles, flashing his middle finger at you. 

Your eyes widen when he cursed, “my mom’s home, you idiot!”

You laugh loudly when Mark’s eyes widen in surprise, both his hands covering his mouth. 

“Y/N?” you hear your mom call from the living room, “who are you talking to?”

Before you could even reply, your mother was walking towards you. 

“It’s Mark,” you answer as your mother got into frame to see Mark. 

“Mark! It has been a while, how’s Korea?”

Your boyfriend greeted your mom politely, a grin plastered on his face. Your mom was about to reach for your phone to talk to Mark, but you frown and pull away. 

“Noo, I wanna talk to Mark,”

You gathered the gifts Mark had given you in your arms before skipping up the stairs to your room, to spend the whole day (night for him) with him.

--Day 80

“Yo, Mark, there’s some food left outside, do you want it?” you heard Johnny ask from through the screen. 

Mark turns to look at the intruder, “knock next time, dude,” groans Mark. 

“Is that y/n?” 

Johnny suddenly enters the frame with a gummy grin, waving enthusiastically at you.

“Hi Johnny, how are you?” you smile, waving back at the older boy. 

Just when Johnny was about to get comfortable on Mark’s bed, your boyfriend let out string of whines, moving his phone until you could only see his cheeks. 

“Ah, that’s enough,” your boyfriend says in annoyance, “y/n is tired, goodnight, baby.”

You  couldn’t even reply because Mark had already ended the skype call. 

You pout, opening your messenger to send a text to your boyfriend. 

(7:35PM) You: heyyy why’d you end the call? ):

(7:36PM) Bubba: sorry

(7:36PM) Bubba: johnny was being annoying

(7:36PM) You: he wasn’t tho ):

(7:36PM) You: can we call again?

(7:38PM) Bubba: sorry angel

(7:38PM) Bubba: johnny wants me to go make music

(7:38PM) Bubba: later tonight?

(7:38PM) You: oky

(7:42PM) You: love u!

(7:42PM) Bubba: love u too 

(7:42PM) Bubba: <3

--Day 76

You were in the middle of facetiming mark when your phone vibrates from a text. You raise your eyebrows, thinking it was Mark. 

(12:11AM) Johnny: hey

(12:11AM) Johnny: I need to ask you something

(12:13AM) You: yeah?

(12:13AM) Johnny: is mark okay lately?

(12:13AM) You: he seems fine to me, why? Did something happen?

(12:14AM) Johnny: I don’t know if I should tell you about this

(12:14AM) Johnny: but

(12:14AM) Johnny: youre the only one who can probably help him

(12:14AM) You: help him with what?

You look up at your laptop to see that Mark’s eyes was still glued on his phone. Probably playing some games. 

(12:17AM) Johnny: he hasn’t been eating lately

(12:19AM) Johnny: he doesn’t really tell us stuff anymore so I was wondering you would’ve known something?

(12:22AM) You: oh

(12:22AM) You: he hasn’t told me anything

(12:23AM) You: I’ll talk to him about it

(12:25AM) You: thanks johnny :)

“Hey,” you jump at your boyfriend’s voice. You snap your head to look at your boyfriend who was already staring at you with curious eyes. “What are you so busy with?”

You clear your throat, shaking your head, tossing your phone to the side. 

“I wanna ask you something,” you say.

“Whats up?”

You scratch your head, unsure of how to put it into words without offending your boyfriend. You knew he hated being babied but you still want to care for him. He was your other half, after all. 

“Have you been eating well lately?”

You could sense Mark was stunned by the random question. He looks away from your wary eyes. 

“Who told you?”

“Mark—”

“It was Johnny wasn’t it?” he cuts you off in anger. “God damn it, this is why I don’t want you talking to my friends,”

Why was he making this such a big deal?

“Mark I was just asking a simple question, why are you acting this way?” you argued back. 

He shakes his head, threading his fingers through his black hair stressfully. 

“I need to go Y/N,” sighs your boyfriend, “Goodnight,”

“Mark—” you were too late. Mark had already ended the call. 

A heavy sigh left your lips as you lied down on your bed. 

You weren’t sure if you should text him or give him space. Should you apologize? Was it your fault for bringing it up?

After thinking for a while, you decided to send him a text. 

(8:33PM) You: hi baby. I was just asking because I was worried about you. I know you hate it when I baby you, but I’m just looking out for you. I didn’t mean to bother you

(8:33PM) You: please don’t blame your friends for this. 

(8:36PM) You: I’m sorry, okay?

(8:40PM) You: I just want you to eat healthily. I’m not there to take care of you and I just want you to be healthy.

(8:47PM) You: just text me whenever so we can talk this out

(8:57PM) You: goodnight, mark

--Day 75

(12:03PM) Lovey: hey

(12:03PM) Lovey: I was thinking and realised how selfish I acted towards you

(12:05PM) Lovey: I know you were just looking out for me and I was just wasn’t in the mood because of how stressful it has been

(12:05PM) Lovey: please don’t apologize. Its my fault

(12:15PM) You: why haven’t you been eating?

(12:15PM) Lovey: comeback

(12:15PM) Lovey: I’m trying to lose some cheeks for this comeback

(12:30PM) Lovey: sorry for worrying you

(12:31PM) You: whaa…

(12:33PM) You: but you know my favourite part of your face is your cheeks D:

(12:33PM) Lovey: :(

(12:33PM) You: will you start eating again?

(12:35PM) You: im not going to force you, mark. It’s really up to you. 

(12:35PM) Lovey: im eating right now

(12:35PM) You: what are you eating

(12:38PM) Lovey: cereal

(12:38PM) Lovey: and um some left over sushi from yesterday

(12:38PM) You: ohhh sounds delicious

(12:40PM) You: okay I wont disturb you anymore, have fun eating bby

As you were about to put your phone away but there was an incoming videocall from your boyfriend. A small chuckle left your lips as you answered the call.

­--Day 73

“Yo, did you see it?!” was the first thing Mark had asked you when you answered his call. 

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, sitting up from your laying position, “see what?”

“We just posted a new dance practice; did you not see it?” his eyes widen dismay. 

You shook your head, grabbing your laptop from the table, placing it on your lap, “nope, my phone was on dnd,”

“How did you answer my call, then?”

“You’re in my favourites dumbass,” 

You type in your password before searching YouTube and clicking on the video that your boyfriend was talking about. 

While watching the video, you placed your phone resting on the laptop so Mark could see your face. Throughout the whole video, you were singing softly to the song. 

“Did you see that?! Did you see it?” Mark suddenly yells through the screen during the dance break part. 

You jump a little, “what? What? What did I miss?”

He groans at you, “the bracelet! Johnny dropped it!”

“Huh?” you press the arrow to repeat it again and you noticed how Johnny’s bracelet fell while he was dancing. 

“Wait a little more, I picked it up! Like a professional!”

You waited a little longer and your boyfriend was right. While he was getting into position, your boyfriend had swept the bracelet in his hands. 

You grin, “proud of you, babe,”

You wanted to continue watching but your laptop started lagging from the terrible wi-fi. You groan in annoyance, pressing pause, hoping it would reload but it only hangs even more. 

“God damnit, this fucking wi-fi,”

“Should I buy you a router? Or a new laptop?” he jokes. 

--Day 71

(9:02PM) You: hey wanna call?

(9:02PM) You: today was so stressful I just wanna talk to you

(10:12PM) You: ahh you must be busy with comeback

(9:32PM) You: sorry babe! We’ll jst call tmr? :)

(9:33PM) You: love u! make sureee u drink lots of water <3

-Day 67

Mark lets out an aspirated sigh as he answers your facetime call. “What, Y/N?”

You frown at the way he greets you. He was moody probably because he just finished practicing. 

You could tell from how he was laying on his bed without a shirt on, or how he would repeatedly thread his fingers through his black locks. 

“I just wanted to talk to you,” you mumble out softly, your eyes softening, feeling guilty that you were disturbing him. 

You bit your lip anxiously when Mark simply sighs, rolling his eyes slightly, “should we just call another time?” 

He sighs once more, moving around until he lays on his side, “no, no, what’s up?”

You felt a little hesitant, unsure if he was being sarcastic or not. Mark wasn’t the type to approach something if he doesn’t like it, he would just go with the flow. 

You shook your head, laying back down onto your bed, “No, you’re tired and I shouldn’t be disturbing you right now.”

Mark opens his mouth but you cut him off, “Sorry, Mark. Goodnight.”

You quickly end the call with a heavy heart, throwing your phone next to you. You knew you shouldn’t be expecting an incoming call from your boyfriend, but you shamelessly waited for his specific ringtone. 

It did break your heart a little when you didn’t get any response from your boyfriend. 

That night, you had spent your time watching Netflix with tears rolling down your cheeks. 

-Day 62

“Y/N?”

A choked sob left your throat, your hands wiping the tears running down your cheeks. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Johnny’s voice filled your ears. 

You gulp as your heart clench painfully when you hear Mark’s laughter in the background. 

“Y/N, d-do you want me to pass the phone to Mark?”

“N-no,” you quickly say out, pausing a little. Hiccups leaving your lips, “d-don’t… please,”

“Okay?” Johnny replies in uncertainty, “Are you… okay? Should I beat Mark up?” he jokes. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to smile. “How is he doing?” you whisper, but Johnny could hear very clearly. 

You assumed that he had moved somewhere else since you can’t hear the boys screaming in the background. 

“Did something happen?” Johnny asks, “I’m not with them right now, so you can tell me.”

You remember the last time you had last talked to Mark.

It has been exactly 5 days since the both of you last texted— or even called. You weren’t sure why or how it happened. 

It had taken a big toll on you— you couldn’t focus during lessons and you had spent most of the nights wide awake, thinking what had gone wrong. You had contemplated multiple times whether you should send him a text, but every time you push yourself to say something, you would always remember how busy he is. 

“We haven’t been talking for a while,” you answer painfully, “but he’s doing fine, right?”

You hope he’s doing fine.

You hear Johnny lets out an agitated sigh, “Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll go talk to him, okay?”

“Just… don’t stress him out even more.”

“I won’t. Just… stop crying over him, okay?” he says, “Mark is an idiot, he’s not worth crying over.”

A small giggle leaves your lips, “you sound like a girl right now,”

-Day 61

(12:12AM) Mark: hey babe

(12:12AM) Mark: johnny just talked to me about what happened

(12:13AM) Mark: can we talk?

(12:45AM) You: okay

(12:45AM) Mark: great, I’ll call you

(12:45AM) You: no

(12:46AM) You: we’ll text

(12:46AM) You: here

You just know that you would be a sobbing mess once you hear Mark’s voice. 

(12:46AM) Mark: oh

(12:46AM) Mark: okay

(12:46AM) Mark: youre okay tho

(12:47AM) Mark: right

(12:52AM) You: mhm

(12:52AM) Mark: that’s great um

(12:52AM) Mark: i didn’t know you were feeling that way

(12:53AM) Mark: i’ve been so busy lately i forgot to text or call you

(12:53AM) Mark: and that is not your fault at all

(12:53AM) Mark: i shouldn’t be acting like that in the first place

(12:54AM) Mark: its just really hard with timezones and everything

(12:54AM) Mark: especially with the comeback and all

(12:54AM) You: what are you saying mark?

(12:55AM) Mark: what?

(12:58AM) You: are you breaking up with me?

(12:58AM) Mark: wat? no. what.

(12:58AM) You: wait so we’re not breaking up?

(12:58AM) Mark: what

(12:58AM) Mark: no of course not what are you saying?

(12:59AM) You: I DON’T KNOW 

(12:59AM) You: i thought you wanted to break up

(12:59AM) Mark: no I don’t want to what the fuck

(12:59AM) You: so we’re good now right?

-Day 51

 Soft melodies were playing in the background while the both of you were doing different things. 

You were sitting on your chair, your elbows pressing painfully against your desk, working on your homework diligently. Your phone was perched on your lamp, making sure Mark could see your face.

Your boyfriend was laying on his bed with a notebook laying in front of him, a pen in his hand while he thought of lyrics. He had his legs swinging back and forth behind him cutely. 

You exhale loudly as you re-read the same question over and over again. 

Mark immediately looks up, “you okay?”

You hum without even looking at him before you continued doing your work. 

Mark decides to leave you alone as to not distract you. He rests his cheek against his arm as he tries to think of another sentence to finish the song he was working on. 

His eyes slowly dart towards you who had their eyebrows furrowed cutely, a pout plastered on your lips, baby hairs littering against your forehead and cheeks. 

Without even realising, a small smile spreads across Mark’s lips. His breath slows down as he relaxed and stares at your figure. 

Multiple sentences that could be used as lyrics flooded through his head. He quickly sits up to write the flood of inspiration that was bursting through his veins. 

-Day 43

(2:53AM) boyfie: duuudee!!

(2:53AM) boyfie: vlive!!

(2:53AM) boyfie: quick!!!!!

(3:15AM) You: omg ok give me a sec

(3:15AM) You: I just woke up

With a yawn, you open the vlive app and click on the NCT127 page to enter the live your boyfriend was doing. 

‘Hi’ you type in the comment section. You stare at your boyfriend, scanning his facial expression to notice your comment. 

Exactly 5 seconds later, a huge grin spreads across his lips as he looks up at the camera to wave. 

It eased you to know that he was waving at you, for you. Maybe you were being selfish, but you were glad that Mark was yours. Although it does get on your nerves when you see your friends post about how much he loves your boyfriend. 

‘mark is so handsome’ you typed. 

Unfortunately, Mark didn’t notice your comment, but Donghyuck did. Donghyuck nudges your boyfriend, who immediately responded, turning to look at him. 

His friend showed him your comment, which your boyfriend immediately smiles to. 

‘I love mark lee so much!!!’

A few seconds later Mark creates a small heart at the camera before looking away with crimson red cheeks. 

-Day 38

“So you and Mina, huh?” you say bitterly, rolling your eyes. 

You were referring to the interaction between the two when Mina was leaving music bank. You might’ve been slightly jealous of the chemistry between the two, especially when all the fans would ship the both of them.

Mark can only watch you in amusement, a small smile playing along his lips. 

“Is she better than me?” you say sarcastically, clicking your tongue, 

You envied their friendship. Someone who was merely a friend was able to see your boyfriend so easily. 

His face softens, “you know she’s not like that, baby,” his tone was soft, easy to persuade you. 

Baby. You wanted to scoff at that. He only used that term when he was trying to win your heart. 

You huff, crossing your arms violently. “You’re always with her!”

He chuckles, looking down at his phone before looking back up at you quickly.

You pout at the boy through the screen, “you love me more, right Mark?”

He sarcastically rolls his at your question. What kind of question was that?

His face scrunches in disgust, “Firstly, I don’t even love Mina that way, babe,” he tells you, “and secondly, the only person I love you, alright? So stop being jealous you wimp.”

“Wimp?” you scoff, “and you’re my boyfriend?”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Just as you were about to respond to him, your phone vibrated with a notification. You look down and gaped. 

_happiness_o wants to send you a message.

“Mark…”

You unlocked your phone to see the message that Mina was trying to send you.

“You told her?!” you exclaimed, looking up at your boyfriend who was stifling  his laughter. “Mark! Why would you do that?!” you whine, throwing your phone next to you. 

“In my defence, I didn’t tell her to send you a text,” he says, “I was just talking about how cute you were being!”

-Day 22

You were laying on your side, deep in a slumber while Mark stares at you lovingly. 

Your cheek pressed cutely against your pillow which made your lips pout cutely. The little pieces of hair adorning your temples and cheeks only made Mark want to push it back against your ear. Something he would do every time you were sleeping with him. 

He suddenly got an idea and fishes out his phone, searching a filter that he had saved for this particular moment.

He clicks on the filter, waiting for it to load for a moment, before adjusting the angle so the filter could scan his face properly. Once he was sure it won’t budge, he presses record. 

‘your soulmate is sleeping right now’

A sad smile adorns his lips, looking at you through the screen. He flips the camera, zooming into your sleeping form then ending the video. 

Mark was quite hesitant to post it since he was never the type to post about his relationship with you. But these past few days has been hitting him differently. 

He missed you so much, he swore he could go crazy. He had spent another unreasonable amount on you again. He couldn’t even sleep because you were always stuck on his mind.

He bit his lip anxiously before posting the video on his Instagram story. He noticed how your phone vibrated right when it was uploaded— you had his notifications on.

-Day 15

“So it’s gonna be forever~” you sing loudly, pointing your hairbrush to Mark who was laughing loudly through the screen. 

“Or it’s gonna go down in flames…” he sings off tune. 

While you were busy singing and dancing from all Taylor Swift’s song, Mark had stealthily recorded you with his phone to upload them on his private Instagram. 

‘idiot. But my idiot’ he captioned before tagging you and posting it on his page. 

“Sing with me, Mark!” you shout, looking at your boyfriend. “Cherry lips, crystal skies, I could show you incredible things,” you sang, pointing at Mark. 

Your boyfriend blushes when he realizes you were singing to him. 

You cough loudly before clearing your throat after blaring out lyrics to Taylor swift. You reach for your cup of water before gulping it down. 

“What song should we sing to next?” you ask, scrolling down through you and Mark’s playlist. The both of you had shared one account ever since he found out the both of you shared the same music taste. 

“Should we do a rap?” he suggests. 

You smirk up at him, “oooh, because you’re a rapper, huh? Okay, okay.”

You thumb press on ‘Beauty and a Beat’ by Justin Bieber and Nicki Minaj. 

“I’m a better rapper than you, Mark Lee,” you shout at your boyfriend before rapping to Nicki Minaj’s part. 

It was so adorable at how you stumbled over some words, or when you had your eyebrows furrowed trying to rap to the lyrics.

At this moment, Mark thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. You had your hair tied up in the ugliest bun he has ever seen, but you looked so adorable, especially in the huge t-shirt you were wearing. But most importantly, the huge grin plastered on your lips and tint of red adorning your cheeks, puts a smile on Mark’s face.

Right when the song has ended, you let out a tired sigh, lying against your bed. 

“Am I better than you, Markie?”

He bit back a smile and nodded, “you should replace me in NCT, babe,”

You pretend to think, “I should, shouldn’t I?”

-Day 7

You were talking about Mark about your friend who had pissed you off earlier today.

He shrugs, “honestly, I saw that coming. I never liked her,”

You groan, throwing your head back, “I know right,” you stress, “I should’ve listened to you,”

Mark rests his cheek against his palm, “so what are you going to do?”

You pout, “I don’t know. What should I do, Mark?”

Your boyfriend hums, thinking for a while, “I think it’s best if you cut her off. She doesn’t deserve you, babe.”

You let out an aspirated sigh, frowning. “she was just a close friend…” you trailed off sadly. 

“I know, baby,” he coos, “but your mental health is important too.”

Your eyes widen cutely, “I love you,”

That caught your boyfriend off-guard, his eyes widen in awe. “w-what, don’t be weird!” he sputters out.

“You’re weird!” you bite back. 

-Day 3

“Mark,” you call out, your boyfriend immediately humming. “I learnt a new tiktok dance,”

He raises his eyebrows. He has never downloaded Tiktok but he knows how much you love the app. Most of the time the both of you were calling, you would be scrolling through the app, sending him links of videos that you found funny. 

It was a secret: Mark never actually watches the video. But you do not need to know that. 

“Show me, baby,”

You stood up, adjusting your laptop in a decent position. You reach for your phone to play the music before you started dancing. 

Mark recognized the song as Savage. It was a song that Taeyong would constantly play. 

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen in bewilderment, amazed at how good you were at dancing.

“Woah, woah,” he gapes when you started throwing back. 

When the song ended, you ambled towards your laptop, “how was it? Was I good? Was I as good as Taeyong and Johnny?”

He rolls his eyes at that, “do you do it to other people?”

“What?”

“The throwing back thing,”

Ah. He was jealous. 

You shrug, looking away from his intense gaze, “I don’t know. I was planning to ask some of my friends about their opinion.”

“Y/N,” he says sternly.

“I was joking! Jeez. You’re such a party pooper.” 

-Day 2

You laid on your side, your arm supporting your head. A movie was playing on your laptop screen but you could only stare at Mark’s face. 

He was busy laughing at one of the scenes but you couldn’t focus from his handsome face. 

He was wearing the ugly black glasses that he chose a few weeks ago, but he still looked so good in your eyes. His black hair was styled messily from laying around.

“Babe, are you watching?” his eyes widen cutely after sensing how quiet you were being. 

“I am,” you mumble out, but your eyes never leaved your boyfriend’s screen.

“Okay,” he whispers, resting his body as he continued watching the movie that was played on the screen. 

At this moment in time, you wanted to tell Mark how much you love him. You wanted to smother him in kisses.

“Mark,” you called. You realise how he had paused the movie that was playing to listen to you. “I love you,” you tell him. 

Mark was frozen for a second, confused yet flustered by your sudden confusion. He smirks, playing the movie, “weirdo. I love you too, you cutie.”

-Day 1

(11:01PM) bub: babyyyy hiiiii

(11:01PM) bub: wanna call ;)

(11:05PM) bub: hello why r u not replying

(11:05PM) bub: it’s only 11 there

(11:10PM) bub: I know youre not asleep babe

(11:10PM) bub: arghhh

(11:10PM) bub: are you asleep????

(11:10PM) bub: :(

(11:10PM) bub: well ok gn bb I’ll talk to you tmr

(11:10PM) bub: love youuuu

D-DAY

You were laying on Mark’s bed restlessly, waiting for your boyfriend to reach his dorm. When you heard the door unlock, a grin spread across your lips when you saw your boyfriend walk in. 

“Hi Mark,” you greet, waving at your boyfriend.

Mark looks up at you and nods, “hi y/n,” he says back before turning the other way to go to the bathroom.

You bit back a smile quietly, giving him a minute to realise. You quietly stood up by the bed to amble towards your boyfriend.

“Wait,” he pauses, turning around slowly, his eyes widening at the sight of you walking up to him, “w-what? Is this real? y/n?”

You smile at him, spreading your arms, waiting for him to tackle you in a hug. “I’m here, baby.”

“Oh my god,” he breathes out before rushing towards you to pull you against his chest. “You’re here, oh my god,”

You rest your head on his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. You’ve missed the moment for so long. For more than 3 months, you had to live without Mark’s presence.

He pulls you away, his hand gripping your shoulder tightly. “How— what are you doing here?!” he exclaims. 

Your cheeks were hurting from smiling so much, “to see you, of course!”

“You surprised me!” he exclaims, pulling you in for another hug, “oh my god, you scared me so much, I love you so much. When did you get here? You didn’t answer my texts yesterday!”

“I love you too and I was in the plane, I couldn’t text you back,” you reply, however your voice was muffled by the black cotton shirt he was wearing. You pull away, looking up at him, “are you not going to kiss me?” you asked abruptly.

He looks down at you with wide eyes, “w-what. That is so sudden, don’t say that!” he stutters out, looking away from you. 

You pout at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “what? I came all the way here, didn’t get enough sleep just to see my boyfriend but he won’t kiss me?”

He scowls at you, his arm dropping to rest around your waist. He leans down to connect both your lips. You felt your heart spark when you felt his lips graze against yours. 

You didn’t even realise you were pulling him down even more to kiss him deeper. Mark’s grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer. 

“Ah, the kids have finally met,” you heard someone say from behind you two. 

Mark and you pull away breathlessly, his lips tinted a bright shiny red. The both of you turn around to see Taeil standing at the door. 

Your boyfriend whines, “Go away, Hyung,”

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[lunaekalenda]

Ooo I was thinking of a 👯‍♀️ with S4 Jean (during the timeskip) (tragiccomedia + 😂and 😏 if you want ⚔️) where he likes Mikasa and she likes Levi and they're both doing it coz they wanna get over ppl and he's open abt his feelings for Mikasa to her, she tells him who it's Levi a bit later or maybe he asks and guesses and his reaction is kinda shocked but then later kinda gets it? Idk,you can decide wht his reaction is, thts just kinda an idea. (ps, maybe she transfers frm the military branch or sth so she's a bit older so there's no issue with the age thing and she's over 18 whn she meets Levi but still young enough tht she's friends with the 104th) I rly want an actual conversation between them abt tht and maybe her and Levi get together in the end and Jean's rly excited for her. I just want them to be idk bestfriends tht occasionally fuck and maybe he develops a little crush once but thts not there anymore. Bonus if after the convo Jean teases her or fangirls everytime there's literally any interaction between her and Levi. Bonus bonus! if Jean finally gets over Mikasa or finds someone else too.

This was so long and detailed, I'm so sorry 💀

ofc! i hope you like it and thanks for participating! <3 sorry for all the mess jhjaj ah <3

jean x female!reader, levi x female!reader, mikasa x jean

implied sex, nudity, suggestive content.

writing this listening to role-play by astro <3 also lmao the ship names Levyn and Yevi are supposed to well yk how this works sorry in advance for the cringe on the written version

"Love is just a fucking time-waist." he says. He gets up lazily and walks to the bathroom. You strengthen your body on bed, the sheets moving softly against your bare body. He comes back after a couple minutes, as naked as he went, and takes his place by your side. Your body searches his hot one, and his arm finds your waist. You like his attention.

 Even when this is just sex without feelings, he keeps cleaning you sweetly after every round, giving you attention and treating you like a queen. He’s your best friend, after all. A best friend with whom you occasionally fuck. Nothing more. 

“It is.” you agree with him. He sighs.

“Hm. But, you never told me why you agreed to have this.” he says. You turn around, facing him. His hair is a mess and his hazel eyes shine with curiosity when he looks at you. He’s so different to him. A different type of beauty, a different type of charm. Jean’s features are more rough, even when he keeps being really attractive. His body is enormous and well-defined. He has an easy personality, he’s extroverted and friendly. 

Levi, on the other side, is introverted. He remains silent if he doesn’t have nothing interesting to say. His traits are sharper, his body finer and more elegant. 

“I told you I like someone out of my reach.” you say. Jean raises a brow.

“You know who I like, I should know who you like.” he teases you. He’s joking, he always insists a couple times, but then changes the conversation theme. It’s true that, lately, he has been more cuddly and sweet to you, even when he was all a gentleman before. 

“I think it’s time to talk about it, then.” you sigh, sitting in bed. You try to cover every part of your body with the sheets, and you feel Jean’s curious gaze. “It’s Levi.”

“Wait, the Captain? That Levi?” he asks, sitting. You cover your face, all blushed, with your hands.

“How many other Levi are here, Jean.” he laughs. It’s true, there’s only a Levi. Levi Ackerman, the captain of the Special Operation squad. It’s true that you entered really young to the Corps, training hard, entering his Squad when you turned 18. Two years later, all this people appeared, making a new squad next to you, under Levi’s commands. You’re just a couple years older, Jean is now on his 20 while you have almost 22. Levi suffered from insomnia. That’s why he was always on the kitchen when it was dark night, drinking a cup of tea, his shirt open, the peaceful breeze that enters the kitchen messing his hair. Maybe that was the exact moment you fell for him. You start to tell all the story to Jean, that listens to you quietly, his gaze never leaving yours. Once you end, he sighs.

"So, another Ackerman..." he says. You nod.

"Another one." you sigh. "But this one is so difficult to know..."

"But, you're fantastic, girl. I'm sure he'll end falling for you."

"Maybe he sees me as a little girl." you sigh again. "I'm a bit younger than him."

“Wow, I... I didn’t know you liked them older.” His laugh is muffled by the pillow you have thrown at his face. He takes it away. “But you have been liking the Captain for a long time, no? We’ve been doing this for a time.” he remembers. Yes, exactly a year and a half. Even when you liked Levi for more time.

It all started on a party. Levi ended making guard on the forest and Mikasa ran after Eren when he decided to leave. That had you, sitting bored on a wood railing and Jean drinking reluctant near you. Even when you were friends, you started to talk. Jean sighed and said something like “love sucks.”. you agreed. After a little conversation, you can’t remember well why, but you felt specially attracted to him, and both ended kissing. Then, you knew you kissed him because you wanted to imagine he was Levi. That wasn’t fair for him, but he took your wrist when you were about to leave.

“Why don’t we take each other?”

That’s how your first time happened. And it was quickly followed by more. Jean didn’t doubt to ask you to repeat every time he feel frustrated, even when he didn’t seem like that with you, always praising you and adoring you, even when he teased you once finished. You also searched him every time you felt needy, but it was just that.

“Since I entered his squad, basically.” you sigh. “But I understood is a impossible relationship, I already dumped the possibility.”

“You shouldn’t!” he says. You look at Jean, his glowing skin , more bronzed than before, since he has to work under the sun. “You are gorgeous, how could him not have an eye on you?” he says. 

“How could Mikasa not look at you?” you ask, using the same jokingly tone he used. Jean blushes.

“She has someone to look for.” he whispers. You decide not to talk about it, he seems touched by it. “But, now I’ll help my wonderful best friend to get with the grumpy captain. Sleep well tonight, we have tons of work tomorrow.”

“I’m not tired.” you say. After telling Jean about your feelings for Levi, sleeps sounds like a lux. He smiles, getting softly on top of you, his chain near your body.

“Well, I can help with that...”

He definitely helped. His hands ran all over your body, his mouth exploring freely every single inch of you, his sweet sounds near your ear, his praises.

Now, the sun that enters casually from your window illuminates him while he gets dressed. He’s zipping his pants when he turns around, all his muscles twisting softie. 

“You’re not going to dress?” he asks. He insisted that today you two were going to search Levi. He wants to see by himself if you have any chance with the captain. 

He’s not going to lie, he likes you. Just a little, but he does. But, the fact that you like a man that could take real good care of you, makes him happy. He wants to see you in Levi’s arms, smiling, truly happy.

“I’m tired...” you say. Jean lets out a laugh. Yesterday you weren't tired so he helped you, and now you're too tired?

"Don't use tiredness as a excuse, we're seeing the captain now. Should I use a ship name? like Yevi? Levyn?" You sit on your bed and slap his back.

"I hate you." you say, a smile starting to appear. He takes his shirt.

"You didn't say the same yesterday night. Should I remember you..." he crawls on the bed, getting next to you. You laugh, pushing his body out.

"Capicci, you're the best man ever, Jean Kirstein." you know he loves when you praise him like that. It makes his ego reach incalculable quantities. "Now, let me change." He turns around, but giggles.

"As if I haven't seen that before." he hums. You dress fast and you two leave the dorm. Levi was outside the dorms, so Jean literally pushed you. "There! go for it, lioness."

You walk towards the captain, feeling your friend's hazel gaze on you. He looks at you.

"Oh, y/n." he smiles a little. Jean sees how you two talk. He's proud of you. He sees how you smile to the captain, so pure. You're in love. And he knows the captain also likes you.

He wasn't bad guessing though, that's why now you walk by Levi's hand, after dating him for a month. You pass by the dorms, where a smiling Jean talks to a brunette girl. He winks at you. Levi looks your tangled hands.

"You never told me about Jean." he says, your best friend making hesrt from behind, teasing you."

"Oh..." you remember all the times the two of you shared heath, how he made you feel so good when you thought you couldn't reach Levi. "It isn't nothing important. He helped me."

You remember the day before your first date with Levi. Jean took your wrist and hugged you.

"I'm so proud of you, y/n." he said, caressing your hair. "Now go and dazzle that man." you nod, leaving. "And don't forget all I teached you this months!"

#cookiefics 'movie event! #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fluff #snk fluff #snk fic #aot fic #aot scenario #aot fanfiction #snk headcanons #jean x reader #jean x you #jean x y/n #jean x female reader #jean kirstein #jeanmika #jean aot #levi shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi aot

[soupncrackwrs]

Okay so I had an idea for an AFTG fic but again I’m horrible at anything that isn’t hc’s so here we are (feel free to make this into a fic if you want just credit me) *Also all pairing in this are platonic besides andreil and mattdan soo, don’t like get out*

This spawned from that fact that one of my 3 PTP’s (platonic trust pairing) in AFTG is Kev and Neil

This is probably my PTP that has the most popularity in the fandom I’d say (my other 2 are Renee/Andrew/Neil and Neil/Dan which are both *really* hard to find ((at least on ao3)) so that sucks) but you’d be surprised how little it gets like actually focused on

Most times, platonic wise, Neil gets shown bonding with The MonstersTM, Allison, or Matt

wHICH IS FINE IM TOTALLY OKAY W/ THAT

I just happen to enjoy neil/dan, kev/neil,and renee/andrew/neil more

So I wanted a fic that really showcased kev and neils relationship

BUT IM ALSO IN LOVE WITH OUSIDER POV SO THIS HAPPENED

Now onto the actual headcanon

So neil and kevin are like best friends

They've been like that for a while

but they also like fucking despise each other

like they love and care deeply for each other and would probably die for the other if the situation called for it

but will that stop them from almost killing each other 24/7?

HELL NO

so they go to college together

along with all the upperclassmen (so matt+dan+allison+renee+seth) but not the monsters

andrew and neil have been together for a bit

they met around the same time kev and neil did so they've been together for a while (also while we're talking abt relationships, i don't ship renison ((am i the only one who believes that renee is a strong aro gal who don't need no man/lady/person)) but if you wanna make this renison, go ahead)

andrew goes to a different college tho ( for some reason i dunno)

and neil doesn't really like sharing stuff abt his personal life

we all know this

but a lot of the stuff he's done in his life involves andrew

so drew is brought up a fair amount

but when the upperclassmen ask who he is neil kinda just smiles and then moves on so they ask kevin and he's like

oh andrew is like one of my bffls he's a ride or die

(obviously not phrased like that)

and the upperclassmen r like 'ok he can be trusted he's a friend'

(little do they know hehhehhe-)

sO ONE DAY

kev is tryna forget all his issues

so he decides to get hella pissed

wasted like he's never been b4

probably cause thea broke up w/ him last week but we don't talk abt that okay shhhhhhh

so he goes to the next party alli throws and

let's say it together kids

gets wasted like he's never been b4

to the point where the upperclassmen don't really know wht to do with him????

so they call up neil like yo pick up kev he's drunk off his ass like always but we think he's doing it cause he's sad this time'

so neil, being the good and sweet angel (not) that he is

goes to pick up kevin

and like he finds him on a coach almost catatonic just rambling to himself

so neil picks him up and drags him away to his car

and ofc all the upperclassmen r trying to help

so while neil is putting kevin into his car kev randomly just stops talking

(which is weird cause he's kept rambling this entire time)

and he looks neil in the eyes and goes

'i love you neil'

and neil just like takes a second

pAuSeS

because he's not used to people showing him love even tho so many ppl rlly do love him (this boy is2g-)

and then quietly says

'love you too kev'

and finishes buckling him up

all the upperclassmen have been watching this going on the entire time and they read into in the exact wrong way

(they're trying their best, my baby dumbasses, but they're just wrong)

and think this is a romantic love confession between frenimies *instead* of the declaration of mutual respect and affection between 2 bro's that it is

matt is the first one to voice this after kev and neil leave and he is

PUMPED

he is super excited that his bro has found someone to love just like he found dan and is super excited to like talk abt love and go on double dates n stuff

and every one else agrees

which is why they're all super disappointed that by the time a week goes by, nothing has changed between them

so dan matt and allison decide to do something about it (renee+seth ducking out because'it's rude to meddle' and 'why tf would i care abt jostens love bullshit')

they try to set up kevin and neil a bunch of different time s

once with the offer of a study session that they all say they can't make it to, leaving neil and kevin alone

another time with the offer of kevin and neil going to the movies w/ matt and dan

(neil ends up busy w/ a skype date with andrew that he can't pass up cause they're always so busy and he has to see his boyf so kevin just ends up 3rd wheeling matt and dan)

and once with allison straight up just telling neil that he and kevin should get coffee some time

which neil respond to with

'we already get coffee together?'

so dan matt and alli are stumped

they don't know what to do with these 'lovesick' idiots

they're problem gets solved tho don't you worry

so the next weekend, andrew is gonna come over to psu and stay for like a week

neil is oVER THE MOON

HE IS SOO HAPPYYYYY

And kevin is really happy too

so the upperclassmen take this to mean that these boys have finally gotten the hint and asked each other out

so imagine they're suprise when the next time the group goes to get lunch (which they do with each other every wednesday )

a super short blond emo joins them

and no one really acknowledges it?!?!?!?!?!?

until renee is just like 'hello andrew, how are you?' knowing smile on her face

and the upperclassmen are just like 'oh it's the famous andrew, that makes sense' but then they're like 'wait how does renee know andrew?!?!'

they ask and renee is just like 'neil gave me his discord. he thought we'd get along well'

-and then they're just like okayyy renee totally has a crush but well let it slideee

uNTIL

at the end of lunch neil is just like 'oh wait i never properly introduced him-' -cause you're a mess, junkie' -fuck off andrew' then just turns to the upperclassmen and says

'guys this is my boyfriend andrew'

and the foxes just silently freak out

because neil is in love with kevin? it's so clear? why did neil go and get a boyf when he has his love right in front of him??????

so after lunch, matt dan and alli ask to talk to neil privately

(andrew, kev,and renee all talk together while seth like, looks at his phone)

and they're like 'neil why'd you get a boyf??'

and neils like 'wdym?'

and alli says 'why'd you get a boyf if your so obviously in love w/ kevin?!'

and neil just LAUGHS at them

straight up cackles

and then the upperclassmen are like whaaaaattttt????

we saw your declaration of love at the party??

and you're both really close and seem to genuinely like and be interested in each other??

what gives????

and neils like

'me n kev are besties

that was a platonic declaration of love

also

i'm demi and me and drew have been together for like 3 years now'

and the upperclassmen are just like 'ooooooooooooooooohhhhhh sorryyyyyyyyy'

it's the first time alli has ever lost a bet (it was w/ seth abt neils feelings for kevin)

neil tells andrew abt it and the shortie just snorts and is like 'kevin would fuck a racket quicker than he'd fuck you'

neil is like 'i'm basically exy personified tho, soooooo'

drew tells him to shut up

(he does when andrew asks yes or no, just nods his head and smiles)

renee knew all along and is happy for her friends

kevin just wants to play exy he's been deprived the entire post

So yeah that's the entire headcanon. If you want some music to listen to while you write or just in general i recommend "I lost a Friend" by FINNEAS and "Corduroy Dreams" by Rex Orange County. they don't really have anything to do with the story, they're just real good :) Thanks for reading. see y'all later



#Spotify #aftg fandom #aftg au #andreil #psu foxes #outsider pov #headcanon #fanfic #sorry for the long post #thanks for coming to my ted talk #im gonna stop now #aight peace

[tanadrin]

Reordberend

(part 18 of ?; first; previous; next)

They went on, down through the rough, channeled terrain at the mouth of the valley, down onto the icy strip of land that lay between the hills and the sea. There was no path here, no markers of any kind, and Katherine wondered how far she was from the place where she’d come ashore. Finally, as the twilight glow on the horizon had begun to fade, Ælfric started walking a little faster, moving with more purpose. Katherine had the feeling they were getting close to their destination.

They rounded a rocky outcrop that jutted up through the ice and snow, a big dark shoulder of the land; and on the other side, framed against the dark sky, was an immense shape. Katherine couldn’t make heads or tails of it at first; it was too top-heavy to be a hill. As they got closer, she realized it was the hull of a ship. A pretty big one, to be all alone out here on the shore, maybe two hundred meters from one end to the other. When they were close enough for their lanterns to cast light on it, she saw white-painted walls, streaked with dark rust; great big holes in the side, some clearly made by hands scavenging steel, some, perhaps, the result of reefs or weathering. Katherine paused near the bow, and lifted her lantern-staff up, trying to make out the markings high above her head. WINC- -R was all she could read.

“Come,” Ælfric said. He led her along the keel of the bent-over ship, until they came to a crack at ground level that seemed to go all the way up to the top; it was big enough for several people to walk abreast into. She could see stars through it. It ran all the way through the ship, as though it had been ripped in half. They went in, and Katherine found the ruin provided a decent shelter against the the constant shore-wind. It was actually pretty peaceful inside. But the looming darkness overhead did unnerve her a little.

“Be careful,” Ælfric said. “Stay close. This place is old; it is dangerous.”

But he went confidently forward; he seemed to know the path. They did not go up; they walked through what must have been the cargo hold, until they came at last to the far end of the stern. Old crates and pieces of debris littered the ground here; the floor beneath them was ripped away, exposing ice-free, stony ground. Ælfric leaned his staff against a bulkhead, then went to a big bowl-shaped thing in the middle of the space; Katherine couldn’t see what he was doing at first, and then a fire roared to life, beating back some of the darkness. Ælfric dragged a crate a little closer to the brazier, then sat down on it, stretching his legs out in front of him and letting out a long breath. He suddenly looked rather tired. The bright firelight threw the lines of his weather-beaten face into deep relief. He motioned for Katherine to sit, too.

“Is this ship what you wanted to show me?” Katherine asked.

“Almost. Not yet,” was all Ælfric said. He took some jerky from his pack, and tore it in half; they ate together in silence for a few minutes. Then Ælfric stood, and walked to the very back of the room. Katherine followed.

There, where the ragged, torn bulkhead met the ground, there were seven long, low mounds scraped in the dirt. Above them, on the steel plate, gouged into the surface, were drawings. Faces, animals, words. Words, Katherine suddenly realized, she could read without effort, words in English. The largest were names and numbers. Dates, actually. Katherine realized she was looking at graves.

“What is this place?”

“Look,” Ælfric said. “Read.”

Katherine read. ALFRED ROBERTS. 2175-2229. Of Milwkee, Wisc. Even after all other dfficulties, our dparture ws delayd--the govt of NZ refused at 1st to give us permission, saying they did nt wish to be rsponsible fr our rescue. Dspite our assurance, tht we neither dsired nor needed thr assistance, they hindered us 4 weeks. Then very bad weather; we cd not set sail. JULIA TOAL. 2182-2222. Dparted 8th May, far later thn hoped. Winter closing quickly. Too late in summer by far. Bt we were unanimous; would nt wait another year. Wd accept any difficulty, for wht we wished to accomplish. PERRY MILLER. 2160-2219.

It was a record of a journey, interspersed with names and years. There were many more names here than just seven; if these were dates of birth and death, all these people had died frightfully young.

Ælfric pointed to the first name. “Ælfræd, son of Lawrence. His son was Ælfwine; Ælfwine’s daughter was Ælfgyfu; Ælfgyfu’s daughter was Ælfsteorra; Ælfsteorra was my mother. He is my ancestor.”

“What happened here?”

Ælfric looked at Katherine, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“These dates.” Katherine pointed at the first few names. “Dates of death?”

“Yes. Ælfræd died in the tenth year. Julia, in the third. Perry, in the first.”

“They were not old.”

Ælfric cocked his head. “This land makes old men of the young. It carries off the child and the father and mother alike. The first years here were the hardest of all.”

“But there are only seven graves here.”

“No.”

Ælfric took his lantern-staff up, and pointed it down, back the way they had come. In the brighter light of the fire, Katherine could see that this was not the only bare patch of ground here in the cargo hold; the floor had been pulled up in even intervals, down along the length of the ship, all the way back to the place they had entered from. There were more than forty more graves here.

“These were men and women honored among us,” Ælfric said, indicating the seven graves they now stood next to. “But many gave their lives in the landtaking. It was not easy. Few had dared to try to make a home in this land of winters before we came. None tried for a long time after. It seems, from all you have told us, that they even forgot we were here.”

“You must have come during troubled times.” Katherine looked at the dates again. “Right in the middle of the Collapse. You might have even been alone here for many decades.” Katherine had done a bit of research on the history of the continent before she came. Amundsen-Scott had closed right around the turn of the century; McMurdo had lasted only a decade or so longer. For most of the 23rd century, the only human presence in Antarctica had been a few Chilean and Argentinian bases on the Peninsula, a desultory claim to what everybody thought of as a worthless patch of ice, held on to more for reasons of national pride than anything else.

The hundred years or so from the middle of the 22nd century to the middle of the 23rd had not been a good time for anybody. For various reasons, the whole human race at once had seemed to find itself in the middle of a dark forest, with no clear way forward. A vision of the future that it had carried with it, in one form or another, for centuries, the vision of steady (if not monotonic) forward progress, the vision of hope, the vision of a world they could make better eventually (even if they did not know how just at the moment) had absented itself. And instead, for a long time, nations started looking inward. Governments feared to look weak, feared to rely on their neighbors, feared that expressing hope for peace and prosperity made them seem naive. Instead, they seemed to decide, now was the time for all the serious people to admit, once again, that struggle was the real truth of existence.

It wasn’t that civilization fell. The Collapse was a fairly dramatic name for the period, albeit one that had stuck, because to many of the people living through it, it did feel like the end of the world. What it had really been was a series of political and economic shocks. Even throughout that entire century, the world had not stayed still. There was new art, new technology, new ambitions, if you knew where to look. But the tenor of the era was one of paranoia, nativism, and tyranny. Katherine’s own homeland had spent the better part of it under a series of right-wing dictatorships. Other parts of the world--India, China, Japan--had fared much worse.

It had broken, like a fever ending, in the 2250s. There were lots of reasons: advancements in technology and medicine, and the economic revolutions of the global south finally ended the endless series of shocks and recessions that had plagued the world. Geoengineering finally stabilized the climate. Some even said the real credit went to the artistic revolutions of the era. That it stopped being unfashionable to dream again, to imagine what a utopian future could look like. And all that long darkness--and all the time before it--had been repressed. Not forgotten, exactly. But you didn’t like to dwell on it. That was the dark ages. Nevermind that it had not been all that dark. That many millions had lived and struggled (and wept and laughed) in that time, that it was a time as suffused with human life as any. It was painful to think about. And so, few people did. Katherine was just as guilty of that as anybody. Why trap yourself in the past, when there is a bright and endless future ahead of you?

“Why did they come here, Ælfric? If it was going to be so hard?”

Ælfric gave Katherine… a look. She wasn’t sure what kind of look. Like he was sizing her up. Or nailing her down.

“You survived.”

“What?”

“You survived. You are a survivor.”

“I don’t understand.”

Ælfric nodded, more to himself than anything. “Mæwstan found you on the shore, three days from here, after you had walked God alone knows what distance; we found the rest of your ship some days later, and the crew. They were all dead. Killed by the storm that marooned you here, or by the freezing sea. You should not have lived.”

“I’m not baseline, like you. I have, uh,” Katherine searched for the word, “I have improvements. Machines, in my body.”

“Your machinae have not functioned since you came here.”

Katherine stiffened, startled. “How do you know that?”

“I have watched you. You have suffered fatigue, soreness, pain. You have eaten with us, eaten our food, and had pains in your gut.” Well, that was embarassing. No, the food had not always agreed with her. “You have slept badly. The long nights, they make you depressed. Anxious. I have watched you closely, outlander Katherine. You have endured what few outlanders would endure, or could. I have noticed. Also, Leofe told me.

“I was wrong to want you exiled. In my defense, I did not think it would be your death, not truly. Perhaps it was wishful thinking. Perhaps I wished to absolve myself of that guilt. But I really thought that one who had walked the ice from the northern shore would find a way to survive, even if we turned her out of our hearths. But that was wrong. Even if it were true, you did not deserve that, and I am sorry.”

He said it flatly, like he was simply observing a fact of nature. The ice is cold. Penguins like to swim. I was wrong to try to have you killed. Katherine resisted the urge to give him a hug.

“It is the prejudice of my people that all outlanders are weak of spirit. That they do not know what they live for, and so they do not know how to fight for it. Perhaps it is not so. Perhaps some of you are strong. Leofe also said you are not like the other outlanders; that you come from a people apart even in your homeland. A people who have not forgotten their past, and so are not wholly of the present. If that is so, I see now why John sent you to us. You alone, perhaps, could understand.

“So understand this. Our foremothers and our forefathers came here because they could do nothing else. Those were grim years in the countries they hailed from. Years of dark hearts, years of narrow sight. Years in which the troubles of the world pressed in on them, hard like a prison, from which they could not escape.

“This--” and he gestured at the carved steel surfaces around them “--this is the annals of the first years of our people. It is written also in our books, but I wanted you to see with your own eyes, how it was at the beginning. The letters we carved into the hard metal and the graves we scratched into the hard ground. Because in the hardness is a lesson.

“They were not hard people, not at the beginning. We do not prize hardness of heart. We are not cruel, whatever--whatever our failings may sometimes be. We do not value cruelty. Because we would not be cruel, because we would not admit the darkness into our hearts, because we would not surrender, we could not remain. Perry, Julia, Alice, the others buried here, they kept a jewel hidden in their breasts, a jewel which burned like fire, a jewel which even in the long darkness to which no Antarctic winter can compare, warmed them and gave them purpose.

“They wanted a place where they could be themselves. Where they could, despite the purposes of other men and women, build a community of the heart. But how could they do that? The world was crowded and claimed, with high walls at every turn. They were few in number. There was only one place where the laws and walls did not run.”

“Antarctica?”

Ælfric nodded.

“The land of many winters. They bought a ship. They gathered all the things they needed; they expected much hardship. Even so, it was harder. But they fared forth, came to these icy shores, and sought a refuge here.”

“You make it sound almost religious.”

“The separation of the religious from the secular is a contrivance of your world, Katherine. We do not have a religion you would recognize, but yes, we are religious in our fashion. And we do not separate that from the other elements of our life.”

“You make it sound like you’re primitivists. Some kind of intentional throwback.”

“Ha!” Ælfric seemed to be genuinely amused by this. “That because we speak a dead tongue, we wish to recreate a dead people? A dead culture? Do you think we are Angles in spirit? Playing at the ancient world?”

“You live a difficult life. Not unlike the people who spoke your tongue before.”

“Our foremothers and forefathers did choose this tongue for a reason--but it was not because they fancied themselves ancient folk of Britain. I don’t think any of them were even English.

“They chose it because it had been forgotten. The study of the past was deeply unfashionable in their day. I gather, from your ignorance, it has grown only more so since they set out. They wanted a language that they could make their own. And they wanted a language they could give to the voiceless land that they chose to inhabit. We spoke of names before, yes? They wanted a new tongue for their landscape, both the landscape around them and the landscape within themselves. They sought a new understanding of what was possible for them. They sought something the world around them lacked--hope.”

“And they needed a new language to find that?”

“Or an old one. A language from a time when, as then, the world seemed to be dreary, and speeding towards its end. A language from a time when the people huddled together on a cold island surrounded by the deep, dark sea, and wondered what lay beyond it. A language from a time when we knew what value the knowledge of the past held, and we husbanded every little scrap of it, fearful to lose the meagerest portion, lest we forget it was possible to hope for a better future. We, of course, do not look to Christ for our salvation, as they did. We find it in different places. But we find it.”

“The world has changed, you know. It’s not half so dark, or half so dreary. It’s been a long time since the time of your forefathers and foremothers. Why do you stay here, where life is hard, where you have to struggle to survive? Why not rejoin the world?”

“We would not lose ourselves.”

“The world is a big place. It has room enough for you.”

Ælfric shook his head. “Not for us. You are too optimistic. You do not understand. Our tale does not end with our arrival on these shores. It does not end with our move from the wreck to the Valleys. It does not end with our adoption of the Tongue, and our building of the fanes. You do not yet understand. Maybe you will, in time. But not yet.”

With that, as if Katherine had somehow transgressed, Ælfric’s urge to speak seemed to end. He sat quietly, staring into the fire, leaving Katherine to peruse the writings on the wall on her own. So she read. She read the record of the first years of the Dry Valleys People, read the records of their deaths and their griefs, the records of the things that had driven them forth, and of the hope they retained, even when it seemed to her they had little enough to hope for. The cramped, telegraphic style of the language only got more so as it went along, and then it began to lapse into the new tongue, and then it ended; and when it did, Katherine looked back at Ælfric. He was asleep now, wrapped up in a bedroll close to the fire. Katherine suddenly realized just how tired she was, and using her pack as a pillow, lay down next to him. She closed her eyes, listening to the rushing of the wind through the bones of the old ship, and before she knew it, she was asleep, and dreaming of the sea.

#tanadrin's fiction

[midoriyasbones]

Your blog is such a lifeline for me. I'm a multishipper, shipping both Shaladin and Laith, and I try so hard not to fall into negative anti-Klance patterns because I don't want to be like that. It's so hard though, when I see how Klantis act, the things they say about Shaladins. It really upsets me and I can't help but want to lash out against them and the ship. So I go to your blog and it helps me chill, (most of the time, I'm ashamed to admit that sometimes I fail and fall into toxic thoughts)

heyheyhey!! im so glad i can be a place you can go to when you’re feeling down, that really makes my day tbh... :’)

one thing that might help is dropping the term klanti? i did it for myself and it’s definitely helped me to separate the good laithers from the antis. i personally think the word klanti allows their behavior, which is utterly atrocious and should be called out for what it is, to hide behind the mask of shipping. while yes, this is definitely a ship war, their actions go beyond the scope of petty, trivial, shipping things. their bullying tactics should be acknowledged as anti behavior. yes, many of them happen to ship klance, but letting them hide behind that makes it easier to dismiss their behavior as just ‘dumb kid doesn’t actually know what they’re talking about’ instead of addressing it with the gravity it deserves. people shouldn’t be able to talk about breaking someone’s wrists with no remorse, that’s not shipping, that’s straight up horrifying.

you don’t HAVE to drop the word of course, it helped me, but it might not help everyone, so do what you think is best for you!

and hey, don’t feel bad sometimes you fall into not so great patterns. i won’t lie, i get angry too, i get angry a lot. sometimes i fall into similar mindsets. i think anger is a valid emotion and reaction, don’t feel bad for getting angry. i don’t even ship shaladin and i can’t even tell you how angry i get from reading what some of these people say. i used to actually be very into discourse as a result, but over time i realized that it was having a negative impact on me personally and decided to start using my anger as fuel to keep creating positive spaces and great fanworks. if i can make someone smile and forget about the antis for a little while i consider it a job well done! however, sometimes that doesn’t always work. sometimes i too say and do shit i definitely regret. i’m not a perfect person, and neither is anyone else, so don’t hold yourself to a perfectly impossible standard.

you seem to be a very kind and genuine person, i wouldn’t want to see you beating yourself up for your emotions. emotions are involuntary reactions to our experiences, so they’re a lot like bleeding. you shouldn’t feel bad for how you feel, because in the end the only person your emotions effect is yourself. in truth it is how you react to your emotions that speaks about who you are as a person, and from what you’ve told me you seem to have a pretty good understanding of yourself and your emotions and reactions! even if you mess up and do react poorly that’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s a time to learn, ‘how can i do better next time?’ so again, don’t feel so bad!

another piece of advice i’d have to decide how much discourse you really want to see on your dash. is it really worth getting angry over so much? like i said, i personally found that it wasn’t, but that’s just for me. i can’t really say if you should continue looking at discourse or not, i think that’s for every person to decide for themselves. it’s important to be aware of what’s going on, but it’s also important to be aware of yourself. for me personally i just found that a lot of discourse felt the same, it just came in different packaging. i think that since taking a couple of huge steps back from it (which were HARD TO TAKE) i’ve made myself a lot happier here. im still veyr much aware of wht’s going on though, i just don’t see it on my dash as much and that’s helped me to enjoy the fandom more. again, that’s just my personal experience, so please think hard and make your own decisions very carefully! i can’t tell you how to think, you’re the best judge of you!

again, thank you for coming and talking to me about this, i love hearing from you guys and im glad i can be a safe place for you! don’t let the ants swarm you, just keep sailing your own sea!

#ask jules #kind words #Anonymous

[asukaskerian]

tagged by Shadowwood (why can i not tag you it keeps trying to make me tag this person who’s you with an S at the end D: )

WHAT IS YOUR TOTAL WORD COUNT ON AO3?

1 846 578 :O (and that’s not counting everything i didn’t import from ffnet. wow nice.)

HOW OFTEN DO YOU WRITE?

ha.

usually i try about once every two days. whether that goes anywhere is anyone’s guess.

DO YOU HAVE A ROUTINE FOR WRITING?

2 PM: wow i should write today. i’ll wait until i’ve digested lunch a bit more.

3 PM: wow i should write today. but i’m wriggly, i should dance around a bit more.

5 PM: wow i should write today. i’m all danced out and have come up wht a ton of scenes for stories i’m not gonna be writing but hmmm This Current Fic sounds really nice. i’m just gonna check on tumblr and flight rising and webcomics and reddit/relationships first

7 PM: wow i should write today. but it’s too late we’re having dinner now. after dinner tho!

9 PM: wow i should write today. but i’m not done digesting. how about i refresh tumblr/webcomics/etc again a few dozen times each in case they’ve updated while i was on another site.

Midnight: OKAY TIME TO START... wait bedtime is in two hours is it Worth It i mean what if i don’t have enough time to get in the groove and i have to GO TO BED in the MIDDLE OF WRITING

Possibility 1) better not start at all ANOTHER DAY WASTED NOT WRITING GO ME

Possibility 2) i wrote awesome stuff for one hour in  between getting distracted and forcing myself back on task and then was so brain-dead from sleepiness that after that point i only managed shit i might have to delete and now i’m frustrated and angry at myself because i had the scene SO CLEAR in my mind and i can’t concentrate to string two sentences together AAAAAAjsbgufff.

5 am: in bed, not writing, not having written, too tense and annoyed about that to fall asleep.

Next day: wow i should write today. it’s gonna be awesome, i'm sure me being chronically sleep deprived in no way affects my procrastination and concentration issues! so when i eventually fail to write again it’s gonna be 100% a willpower issue. but i want to write so much! i’ll start any minute now.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE KINKS/TROPES/PAIRING?

-the only time i don’t ship M/M is when i ship M/M/F. i basically only ship twosome het if it’s femdom. -Werewolves, shapeshifting (not only physical but also mental), monsters => xeno FTW -Culture clashes and culture/language related nerdiness -hatesex, dubcon, enemies to lovers, basically lots of tension and possible enmity in my ships (they have to eventually get the fuck over it tho) -Polyamory! :3 -...speshul companion animals is also the shit. yes.

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE FIC OF YOURS?

i like all my babies and a lot of times they’re the favorite at the time i’m writing them. right now it’s the immanuel ofic. (that’s the guy who thinks “manhood” is a perfectly alright and sexually appealing thing to call your dingalong.) before that it was Landlord and all the Sorin fics and Demon Patrol and Teamwork and... etc.

YOUR FIC WITH THE MOST KUDOS?

Midnight on the Demon Patrol! Subscriptions: 797, Hits: 75490, Kudos: 2484, Comment Threads: 716, Bookmarks: 749.                              

ANYTHING YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING

“awkward”. i need to stop overusing that word. also “this dude does something hot/i Figure Out Something Big” followed by the single “Oh.”. i mean i love it but it’s everywhere in my fics, i need to figure out another way to show quiet stunned realizations.

i don’t like that when i haven’t written in a while i feel like i’ve forgotten how to make good snappy sentences and evocative imagery. i also don’t like when i’m writing a scene in fits and starts over three months because it might read fine to others idk but to me i can’t feel if it’s flowing or not, it feels frankensteinish. is there emotional continuity? is the narrative voice still the same? etc etc.

NOW SOMETHING YOU DO LIKE (ABOUT YOUR WRITING)?

i play a mean heartstrings banjo. >:D

Tagging: @adiduck, @edenfalling, @joisbishmyoga, @iztarshi, @readalong, @elanorpam

#writing meme #meta #writing woes

[jade4813]

S1 had hints towards a romantic storyline developing between Caitlin & B. I think one of the reasons the writers chose not to follow through was that they knew that it would have to end with Barry ultimately choosing Iris, and that reduces both females into objects but the thing is the CW has never shyed away from doing that. Or many they listened to our WA tweets but its hard to imagine a group of TV execs using tweets to decide on a course action. So what do you think is the real reason?

(part2) Let me add tht I think the writers had enough foresight to know putting B & C together could not be a short fling because of her position as a regular on the cast (unlike Patty) so that would mean having her occupy that position for a while. Then there’s the question of what they would do with Iris. I think that question is the main reason they didnt go there. Wht does Iris become is she’s not Barry’s ultimate love interest? Patty ws temporary & we saw how tht removed Iris from the story

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The only thing I’d dispute in this is that they hinted towards a romantic storyline developing between BA & CS. I expected them to do one. I even posted about it a few times during S1 that I expected them to go there and was surprised they weren’t/hadn’t. But the thing is…they never did.

They did a few baiting moments, but what always struck me about them was how clearly they were baiting and how obvious it was that they weren’t intending or planning or even thinking about actually following through on any of them.

More under the cut because this gets a bit long.

I actually talked about this with my brother recently. Even in the episode with karaoke. If they had ended it with CS saying what she did and walking away and then flash to Barry looking thoughtfully/longingly after her…or if Barry had gone to call Linda and the camera flashed to her looking longingly after him…maybe?

If they’d ever discussed the kiss in any way, particularly if they had been left with some awkwardness. “But of course I knew it wasn’t you. You would never…right?” “*awkward laugh* …R-right! Of course not! We’re friends!” “Just friends.” “Right!” “Right.” *long look between them*

ANYTHING like that. Anything like that would have been a hint that maybe they were thinking of doing an actual story. Dipping their toe in the water. 

But here’s the thing. Absolutely no baiting moment…not a single one…had any impact on EITHER character beyond the scope of the baiting scene itself. On either of them! Hell, if they’d even concretely shown ONE of them thinking about the other in a romantic fashion, I’d float the possibility. But NEITHER of them did.

They went to karaoke and she said she should find someone new to be crazy about and…Barry called Linda and in the very next episode, she was all about Ronnie again. And it wasn’t like Barry went out with Linda and we saw her looking sad about that for even a millisecond and then focusing on Ronnie again. Or vice versa. Honestly, remove the karaoke episode from the series, and would you notice any difference in the show, in terms of Barry and CS and how they relate to each other at ALL? Would there be even the slightest jarring readjustment of so much as a single LINE that doesn’t make sense anymore? I’m pretty sure there’s not even that (and, frankly, her attitude towards Ronnie in that one episode was the outlier; she was otherwise consistent in not wanting to give up on the man she loved).

Same thing with the Snowbates kiss. Remove that episode from the series…do their attitudes towards each other no longer make sense or seem weird or disjointed? Nope. Because that episode was nothing but bait, and it impacted neither Barry, nor CS, nor the plot of the show, nor their dynamics to each other, nor so much as DIALOGUE in future episodes. It was never mentioned again. By either of them. It had no impact on ANYONE but the shippers.

And that’s how you can tell when something is bait and when the writers are floating a possible arc. If it actually impacts a character, the show, or actually anything but the shippers…it’s being considered for a possible story. Even if it’s immediately and abruptly dropped because they change their minds. If it impacts ONLY the shippers and not even a single one of the characters involved? It’s bait.

And I say that having been baited to in the past. It’s bait! That’s all it is!

So I don’t think they ever actually considered doing SB as a ship. I know some complain about how they’re “keeping them apart because of their chemistry” or whatever nonsense, but I don’t think they ever actually considered Barry and CS to be the closest relationships either of them had. They used CS and her relationship with Ronnie to give Barry emotional investment in Ronnie and to try to get the audience to care about this character they had originally clearly intended to stick around longer than he did. They used CS as a sounding board for Barry to talk about his feelings for Iris. Yes, they did have some friendship scenes but…remove all the scenes about Ronnie (or CS’s feelings for him) or about Iris (or Barry’s feelings for her) and do they have that many? I doubt they really do. I suspect the writers always considered Cisco and Barry and Cisco and CS to be much closer than they ever considered Barry and CS.

In part because it is inarguably a male-centric series. In part because I don’t think they ever really HAVE considered pursuing a romantic relationship between Barry and CS and so they don’t really think about the relationship - or relationships involving women in general - much beyond that. (Again, see first “in part.” The only reason I think they think about CISCO’S relationship with CS more is because I think they see them as the “science pair” like Fitzsimmons - like they come in a set - though they don’t think of them as romantic as FS is…(as I understand FS are).)

Now why do I think they never even considered it? Well, as you say, I doubt their concern is turning the women into mere objects. They COULD have done a short fling…in S2, if they actually ever thought about going there. Which, again, I don’t think they did. And then had both of them realize they were in it for the wrong reasons, have a single episode of awkwardness (as they do) and then have the two of them get over it and it never get brought up again as if it never happened (as, again, they do).

I don’t think it was out of concern for what to do with Iris. As you said…Patty.

Honestly, I think it could really come down to the fact that - whether the shippers agree with them or not, it’s entirely possible that they just legitimately don’t feel romantic chemistry there. They baited, perhaps, because they thought there were fans there and fans might bring ratings and it might be worth their while to bait it. But, then again, maybe there was no particular impact on the ratings either way from THEIR end (given that they take various things into account in particular), and so it wasn’t really worth it.

Maybe they knew they’d be pursuing WA in S2 at some point and they didn’t want to deal with the fact that, if they went there even in 2A, they’d never stop hearing the questions about when they’d get back together when they didn’t want Barry to have anything other than a short-term fling to kill time, anyway.

Maybe it’s because the one time they DID write Barry interested in someone else, it was short-term and clearly just to fill time, so they wanted to bring in someone they could easily ship off as soon as it was done, so they didn’t have to deal with any lingering plot threads. Girl is gone; that’s done; what’s next? No muss, no fuss!

Maybe they never really considered it because it was clear from the beginning that Ronnie was her main love story (intended for much longer than it was able to be done, obviously); Iris was his, and even though her story didn’t pan out as planned, that was just not something that by that point really interested them.

Maybe they wanted to give Barry another love interest but they wanted to stick to actual canonical ones, and that means Patty - the show DID start during the New 52 era.

Maybe they just know how important WA is to the story and they wanted a quick and disposable love story and they didn’t want people to think they were “promising” something they never promised, when they already get such allegations when the two of them so much as rely on a device to tell time.

There are a lot of possible MAYBEs there, but if you want my honest opinion?

I think they never went there because it was never a story that interested them for so much as a single second. And I get that impression because all they ever did was bait it a couple times in S1, completely ignore it beyond that, and have otherwise treated every single even potential chance to put SB together (even in a dream sequence/Flashpoint/E46/whatever) with a yawn and a pass.

I just don’t think it ever occurred to them to put them together beyond some shoddy baiting moments (which, you’ll note, they had to write CS out of character to even justify happening). And that’s why I really think they never went there.

Just my thoughts on the matter.

#sb stuff #I don't think they ever wanted to do it #even for a couple of episodes #it interests them as much as cs/cr do #actually less probably since they actually give more to kv than they do sb #my two cents

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Crying!Adam Comforting!Blake - Shevine

Summery: When the interviewer starts questioning about him being a womaniser he just shrugs. But then everyone starts to believe it. Everything goes downhill from there...

-

Adam was standing on a red carpet when it all begun. It was a normal day for him really and everything was going well, the interviewers had great attitudes and everyone was friendly and caring – But he hadn't known he was hanging out with a lot more girls than guys. Although, he was a closeted gay man everyone still thought he was connected to woman in a weird way. Now here he was, standing with a woman who would tell him the worst question and ruin his whole career.

“Hello Adam,” She said casually as if nothing bad was going to happen and what she didn't know was it was going to affect him THAT badly.

“Hi,” he muttered back.

“So, I've heard your the womaniser in your band or you just are a womaniser overall.. Can we confirm this as true?”

Adam stopped the tracks in his brain and looked at the woman with a full hatred before shrugging and walking away from her. He never gave an answer so they shouldn't properly put it on the News. He just wished everyone was still shipping shevine. He only loved him.

The next day he came up to a Twitter to post about his new Album that was upcoming. But when he did the comments were just about him and... the last interview he had? Sniffling as tears began slowly filling his eyes he wiped them as he read them, coming to terms that nobody would ever like him again.

'knew he was like this anyway'

'such a loserrrrr'

'womaniser i hate u'

'rlly? wht type of human r u?'

'die'

'nobody loves you'

'slut'

'whore'

'idiot'

'gross'

'kill yourself'

'quit Maroon 5'

'you don't deserve anything! DIE!'

Adam was now crying. Silent sobs escaping his mouth and the tears rolling down his cheeks as he watched Twitter blow up with more hate comments, one after one they all came and went with more to come afterwards and he couldn't believe it. How could one interview change his whole life – Funny, cheeky and carefree, ADHD Adam to Sad, lonely and wanting to die in the moment Adam.

Then what he received next was the worst part. All of his bandmates and manager was forcing him to ... to quit the band. As he sobs began to become un-silent. He remembered why this was happening to him. The media.

Bandmate 1- 'adam u know .. just quit the band as soon as possible .. k, thnx'

Bandmate 2- 'bye to the band'

Bandmate 3- 'cant believe u are using woman man ... didn't even deny it .'

Bandmate 4- 'get out and don't return.'

Bandmate 5- 'better off without you in this band tbh.'

Bandmate 6- 'maroon 5 will be good now haha'

Bandmate 7- 'really dude? Wow..'

Manager - 'you're out'

Adam crawled away from his phone as if it was a monster and dropped onto the floor. He only managed to get under the table when he bursted out in full sobs. He again just reached out for his phone when it binged hoping it to be anyone but The Media. Except it was.

Newspaper - 'Adam Levine Using WOMAN?'

The Sun - 'Adam Levine A Womaniser?'

Daily Mail - 'Adam Levine Doesn't Deny Rumours Being A Womaniser'

Adam Levine.

Adam Levine.

Adam Levine.

Adam Levine.

Adam Levine.

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Adam Levine.

Adam Levine.

Adam Levine.

Adam Levine.

Adam Levine.

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Adam Levine.

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Adam Levine.

He watched as all these newspapers and comments and much heart filled paragraphs were full of why he was that womaniser. He was never. The only woman he had married and divorced was Behati. And yes, maybe he did hang out with more woman this year but it was as a friend. He couldn't date that MANY.

Soon enough, the tears were endless and no matter how many times he tried to get them away they kept coming. This time his phone binged and binged and he saw his friends and boyfriend from The Voice messaging him desperately.

Shakira - 'omg adam don't look at Twitter please'

Usher - 'man you probably looked at Twitter need to talk 'bout it ?'

Pharrell Williams - 'i am so sorry'

Christina Aguilera - 'are you okay?'

CeeLo Green - 'do you want to talk about anything honestly?'

Gwen Stefani - 'please talk to us. we don't if you're dealing with this or struggling. At least talk to Blake. He's freaking the hell out over here at work, he had to cancel practice with his team.'

Miley Cyrus - 'look, I don't know what the hell is happening on Twitter currently but you need to tell us or anyone. I haven't been on yet so... come to the voice and we'll discuss and make it pass over?'

Alicia Keys - 'gosh. I hate some twitter people. Not you.'

Blake Shelton - 'Adam, I heard what happened and the whole of social media is blowing up. I'm coming over pretty soon.'

Blake Shelton - 'just to talk to me dude, what the heck happened? I just wanna help'

Adam Levine - 'come quick'

That was the only reply he sent to Blake and his breathing was getting slower and slower till he felt like he was dying.

BING.

Blake Shelton - 'ok dude coming'

-

Blake was on a rush. He didn't know what was happening but that 'come quick' text sent him into a terrifying frenzy. His car battled through other cars and he was glad LA was a bit more relaxed than usual. He reached Adams house and knocked on the door. He mentally slapped himself for doing that and just walked in. He saw his boyfriend immediately under the table with his phone smashed. He walked over to him and pulled him into a hug, placing him onto who his lap. Hearing Adam crying was the most heartbreaking thing in the world.

“Adam, Adam, look at me.” Blake told him firmly and when he didn't he lifted his chin and saw his eyes were red, puffy and tears were gradually building up again and so he wiped them away. “What happened?”

“I-I-I d-don't know! I- I thought it would be easier to not say anything, just ignore it... l-look w-w-where that g-got me.” He chuckled bitterly.

“Okay, but this isn't your fault. What did they tell you?” Blake asked while wrapped his arms around Adams waist so he could comfort him more.

“T-told me I s-should die and-and that I-I-I am a s-s-slut and whore, but I'm not.. I promise. They were friends.. oh god, what will my parents think?”

Just as he had weakly said those words two more bings sounded on his phone and he read them, soon a gentle smile formed on his face.

Mum - 'Blake told me what happened, dear. Hate the media but you'll always be my star x'

Dad - 'Son, I will make these people pay. Rise up again'

Blake looked at the phone and smiled and then up at Adam who hugged him as tightly as he could.

-

The next day they were going to rumours and reports were being made.

News Channel - 'Interviewer sued and arrested for fake obligation towards lead singer Adam Levine.'

@adamlevine - 'Guys, they were my female friends. I am a gay man and proud.'

@blakeshelton - '@adamlevine and I'm loving you...'

Comments swirled in like crazy and apologies and big 'I'm so sorry's' were coming in and he couldn't feel happier. There was probably only one 'faggot' comment but it didn't matter. He had Blake. He didn't care.

They were OK.