hi! i’m a screenwriter but also a very mentally ill girl with too many ideas that i need to share with the class.
for this blog, i’d like to merge my screenwriting with fanfiction writing. if you’re unfamiliar with screenwriting, here’s an example:
this is the script to s1 ep1 of stranger things. the dialogue will not be formatted exactly as such because i don’t think its possible on tumblr, but i’ll do something like it. it’ll make it easier for me and you to visualize, and it takes a lot of pressure off of me!
so, my question is…
would you read a fanfiction in this format?
yes, this seems fun!
it’d be a bit annoying, but i would if i really like the concept/author
wanna be able to navigate this BTS section? take a look at this!
⭑ - personal favorite
୨୧ - nsfw
♡ - fluff
ᘒ - angst
eventually, there will be sections for every member, but look up [name] fluff/smut/angst/headcanons/whatever if you are looking for something specific and don't wanna scroll!
⋆⠀⭒⠀⠀⠀˚.⠀⠀ ⋆⠀⠀๋࣭⠀⠀⠀⭑ ⋆⠀⭒⠀⠀⠀˚.⠀⠀ ⋆⠀⠀๋࣭⠀⠀⠀⭑
"do you just want, like, ALL OF THEM...?"
waiting for ot8 headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...
AH, it's KIM NAMJOON (김남준)! how is he intimidating, but not intimidating?
rage and regret. (req) ᘒ
it's KIM SEOKJIN (김석진)! he will never age, will he?
waiting for headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...
wow, MIN YOONGI (민윤기)... i would love to be his friend.
waiting for headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...
it's really true that JUNG HOSEOK (정호석) is the personification of the sun.
waiting for headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...
oh, PARK JIMIN (박지민)? he's so pretty for no reason.
waiting for headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...
do NOT put me in the same room as KIM TAEHYUNG (김태형) unless you want it to be stinky and SWEATY in there.
waiting for headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...
still processing the fact that JEON JUNGKOOK (전정국) made seven!
waiting for headcanons, blurbs, mtl, etc. to be added...
To celebrate hitting 2k followers, I’m opening requests for the weekend!
The 500 word blubs got the most votes on the poll, but a lot of people also voted for the both option(blurbs and shipping game), so I figured I'd just do both!🤷
For the blurb requests, just send me an ask with your idea like normal! This includes
hard/soft thoughts(example here), as well as random ideas and headcanons. As long as it fits
my guidelines and can be written in under 500 words, I’ll do my best to write as many of them as
possible this weekend and in the coming week!
For the shipping game, just send me an ask with some basic info about yourself like
appearance/style, personality, hobbies, astrology signs, etc, and I’ll let you know which
member(s) I think you vibe with the most!(you can also specify if you prefer platonic or romantic
context)
Thank you all again so much for 2k and Happy New Year!💜
Hi! Can you please write BTS version of the voicemails they will send hinting their feelings? Thank you 😊
thank you for requesting 🖤
voicemails from bts, hinting feelings
namjoon: “i was in a bookstore the other day and started to imagine a book you wrote being on the shelves someday. everything you do, down to the indentation of your steps, leaves behind a story. do you remember your birthday two years ago? you drank one glass too many, and it’s like the fiction unleashed. i recorded a voice memo, but i never played it for you. i want to.”
jin: “are you scared? this morning you sounded really scared on the phone. i’m sorry i didn’t say more or say enough. i was caught off guard because you’ve never showed me scared before, not like that. i’ve seen your apprehension. i’ve seen your insecure. i’ve seen your anxiety, but this was consuming fear. i’m making dinner, and i feel like you probably haven’t eaten today… if your anxiety gives anything away about your scared. come over when you’re off. i’ll greet you with a hug and bowl of soup. or two bowls. i have cheese and bread too. the good bread. the loaf you turned me on to.”
yoongi: “you used the notes app on my phone to write out your grocery list, and i’m amused. it sounds like you’re having a conversation with yourself: right now, i want rice crispies, but i’ll probably change my mind once i’m in the cereal aisle. trust your gut, or get two boxes. you’re 26. no one is stopping you. oh! get some apple juice too. i keep having dreams about twelve year old me at a friend’s house. we’d sit at the kitchen island after school with graham crackers and apple juice, and i miss her. i miss those simple conversations. you’re so pure and magnetic. sometimes i wonder where you came from, but then i’m just glad you made it here—tumbled into my life because you did tumble. you’ve always made the story sound too elegant. the tumble was charming, i promise.”
hoseok: “you’ve been sharing recipes with me, or i guess i should say the final product of your recipes has been shared with me, repeatedly, and now i’m starting to wait for the knock on my door or the ring of a text. is that bad? i wouldn’t want you to ever think i’m demanding treats, but i love… i love the time we spend together when you bring them over, and your eyes sparkle when my expression changes because of how good everything always tastes… i love that too.”
jimin: “did you say everything you needed to yesterday? i swear your lips parted and you leaned in so many times to never say anything. i know it was a busy place, and it’s not that fun sitting at a table for twelve. but i was ready to listen. i’ll be ready at 2 am too. whatever you need. there’s something to this, right? to the ease of our conversations. you trust me?”
taehyung: “do you want to sculpt clay with me? i bought a whole bag and a bunch of tools. i thought about booking a private lesson, but i wanted my record player and access to a kitchen and the ability to get my hands dirty whenever i want to—need it. do you need it too? if not, keep me company while i try to make something?”
jungkook: “can i pick you up today? this is going to sound ridiculous, but your smell used to linger in my car, and i can’t quite make out the notes of your perfume anymore. i can imagine them, but they don’t meet me when i open the door… i can’t leave this as a voicemail on your phone. can i leave this as a voicemail on your phone? i sound insane.”
bonus: “i’m calling to tell you i’m proud of you. sometimes when we were kids, i used to think our dreams wouldn’t make it higher than the trees. i thought they’d get caught in the leaves, die on branches come winter, but look at us. look at you. you’re incredible. we did it.”
namjoon: the first date happens on a park bench near your home. conversation twisting into new topics over cups of coffee that left him kissing your cheek upon meeting when he planned to go in for a warm hug
jin: the first date is a breath of fresh air, a crisp page at the beginning of a new chapter, a sunrise flooding through blinds left open because sleep embraced you suddenly and now the morning greets you beautifully
yoongi: the first date is cold and carries on through footsteps along a river’s path. he’s the most interesting person you’ve ever met. his voice is peaceful and melodious; you want it close enough to hear all the time
hoseok: the first date is the ease of a grocery store trip. the decision made quickly on your way home to run in for a couple things, but it becomes over an hour of exploring. over an hour of reading labels and walking through different aromas, leaving with far more than you planned to
jimin: the first date is laughter and sudden touches that represent your blossomed comfort, it happened so quickly, but he’s easy to exist around. he lingers in your doorway at the end of the night, even though a second date was decided in the lobby
taehyung: the first date is pancake batter and fresh orange juice blended with frozen mangoes. he completes the newspaper crossword puzzle and writes down a couple movies you should watch on the crinkly edge. he holds your gaze like your presence is fleeting. he washes the dishes and shares stories when you seek details, soap suds up his forearms
jungkook: the first date is a car repair and a drive to the countryside because he’s playing music. five more songs become ten then more and more and eventually losing count, getting lost in his voice, his smile, how many of his favorites are yours too. it becomes a night spent in a house he knows quite well- familiar architecture you fail to place. you fall asleep in the yard with your cheek on his chest, pretending to dream when he carries you inside
◞✧𓏯 ⸝⸝⸝ in that yearning state 💌 for my fellow nct, bts, svt enthusiasts ⊹◞✿
♡you’d create an extra day if you could—one to spend with him, with the weighted world far away and unsensible. but nights together, beneath a deep blue sky and twinkling stars, create a tangible peace. the nights spent in his bedroom know love intimately
♡you can’t expect anything from him. sometimes your days collide, and he’s impossible to read, like a stranger, like a man you haven’t unraveled delicately, with patience, over the course of multiple years. all of a sudden, he will shift effortlessly, away from you, away from the knowing, and you’re left to wait. you’re left to wait and try to keep from wishing for the familiarity to return, wondering why it’s so hard to just ask about the times he slips away
♡he left his contact case on your bedside table, and you stared at it until your phone rang. hours could have passed; you’ll never know, but what you do know is the seriousness that filled your room and consumed your being at the sight of his contact case beside your bed. because this man is lingering. this man is thick in your heart. he’s under your skin, and the reality rings true because you know a call isn’t necessary. he’ll be back soon. hell, he’s probably unaware of the case’s location and isn’t worried because his mind lands on you- on your apartment. his time isn’t split evenly anymore. it’s become quite obvious where he wants to be, where he’s sticking
♡it’s a problem. everyone can see that your routine is a problem. everyone who doesn’t know about him, which leaves behind no one. your absence is tied to a single name, a single smile, a single embrace that smothers your trials and tribulations and takes away your frown without a trace. and yet, it’s a problem
♡the secret was an accident—kind of. it was a conscious exclusion because you consider yourself to be superstitious. you knock on wood after words of hope are shared. you avoid cracked pavement and umbrellas indoor. but you’ve started to feel the colors change in your field of vision. their warmth and vibrancy match your mood or maybe visa versa… maybe it’s all him and the heart-shaped pupils molded beneath the stars living within his irises. and you can’t help but think, all those knocks on wood and avoided cracks and outdoor-only umbrellas brought him right to you
♡the curiosity bubbles up again whenever you see him. it’s mixed with desire as you push away the shame, wanting him to take you apart because you’ve wound yourself up so tight for too long and haven’t figured out how to unravel on your own
♡you can’t metabolize caffeine well, despite your desire for it because the life of a second year grad student requires some assistance to make it through a day after sleepless nights. a kind barista helps you work your way up from herbal tea to green to black to decaf coffee to the stuff you need. you learn about him in between; he likes what he sees in you. the sleepless nights aren’t as bad now. his kisses help. his breakfast sandwiches do too
♡you tattooed the title of his song across your ribcage. he tattooed his love into your soul. you were welcomed into the home within his heart, honored to feels it’s warmth, know its scent, laid down on the living room floor and looked up at all of him, at the pain and the trust and the joy and the striking emotions in between. to know is to love. to be is to see. to know patience is to hold gratitude. and you thank him for his existence every day—to know it, to be a part of it
Summary: A fight with your boyfriend leads you to reflect on whether or not you're right for each other.
Warnings, angst, swearing, not proofread
A/N: Thank you to anon for this request! Thought I'd try out something slightly different, so there's no specified member for this. Also I wrote it with a slightly hopeful ending, cause I don't like sad endings.
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"Would you just drop it? It's not like you would understand anyway."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"It means you're acting like a stupid kid!"
It was a throw-away comment said in the middle of a stupid fight, but his words kept reverberating round in your head as you walked along the riverfront, hands stuffed deep down in the pockets of your jacket in an attempt to try and quell their shaking; whether from cold or what, you weren't sure.
"This is exactly what the guys had warned me about." He'd muttered, dragging a hand over his face in frustration.
It didn't surprise you that his groupmates had concerns over your relationship, especially considering how close-knit they were, but hearing him use their worries against you had stung more than you cared to admit.
While it was true the age gap between you wasn't exactly small, you had never really seen that as an issue, or so you'd thought.
You were still college, working to find your direction in life, while he was more than well established in his career and trying to navigate the near frantic pace of an industry that constantly demanded more.
The differences were there, but you'd always been able to work through them before. But lately, the arguments had gotten more frequent with less and less resolution, leaving you with a deep, unsettling feeling, as if the two of you were sitting on a ticking time bomb.
So you'd left, even though it was late and you were alone in city you still didn't know that well, and maybe it was childish to run away, but right then all you had wanted was to be on your own so you could think. Which led to where you were now; perched on a wall by the river, watching as the water rolled past, unconcerned with the petty and temporary nature of humanity.
"What are you doing out here?"
You didn't bother looking up as you heard him approach, keeping you eyes locked straight ahead.
"Being a stupid kid." You replied flatly. "Apparently, I'm really good at it."
He took a seat next to you, not quite touching but close enough to catch the scent of his cologne. "I didn't mean that."
"You still said it."
"I shouldn't have, though." He said quietly, letting out a deep exhale. "I was upset and irritated, and I know that's no excuse..." You felt him slump in defeat, seeming at a loss for words for once. "I'm sorry."
"It's more than that though." You said, finally looking up at him, taking in his pensive expression as his eyes worriedly scanned your own. "Your life's not exactly normal, you know that. You can't just expect me to immediately understand what's going on, you have to talk to me."
"I know, you're right." He agreed.
It was quiet for a moment, before you felt his hand hesitantly reach for yours, his face only beginning to relax when you let your fingers interweave with his.
"Can we go home?" He asked.
"In a minute."
You wanted to stay here just a little longer before you went back to reality, stalling the clock for a bit, just in case it ever did hit zero.
boyfriend things: decompressing at your place and how that would look… what they would need from you. if they would ask for it.
who would stay silent for a while knowing his quiet is safe with you
who would ask for a grilled cheese and a glass of wine
who would guide you to bed and lay with you in his arms beneath the covers
who would ask you to go somewhere with him— walking in the summertime and driving when the weather is far from pleasurable
who would press his face into your clothed chest, sending accidental chills down your spine because he exhaled and it felt like an open mouth kiss seeping through your clothes
who would say all the words, needing to let them out so they don’t grow into something worse kept inside
who would greet you swiftly with a single kiss before heading to the bathroom for a shower. maybe he calls your name and you sit upon the soft rug, hiding from cold tile, while he asks about your day, avoiding details of his own
who would call first even though he’s in the lobby to make sure it’s ok, to make sure you’re home and don’t mind his being in your space. he’ll wait another 15 minutes before riding the elevator up
who would join you on the couch, place your legs over his lap and lose himself in the show playing out in beautifully shot scenes. episode after episode— each minute relieves another heavy weight left behind by his day, but the weight of your legs is heaven
who would radiate anxiety because he’s never shown you his red face after crying, and now you know the way his hands shake when he’s worked up, but your touch is the one he craves, and god… he hopes it’s ok. he hopes it’s not too soon to show you the way he cracks open
