tried a new action and made a different coloring hope you guys like!

The 1 Thing Your Scenes MUST HAVE

Sully is a good representation of how I want people to react when enthralled by a story I’ve written:

But more often than not, I get a reaction more like this:

Or at least, I did. I couldn’t understand why my writing produced these less-than-stellar responses. I had meticulously worded every sentence. I’d made sure there were exciting parts. I had parceled out backstory, setting, and exposition so the reader could understand what the heck was going on. So why did eyes glaze over while reading my book? Why did MY eyes glaze over while reading my own work? 

The problem, I finally found out, was that my scenes didn’t turn. 

I was cramming all that exposition in right out of the gate, so the reader knew absolutely everything … which meant there wasn’t anything to find out. The scenes were just tiny chronicles where the main character set out to do something and accomplished it with flying colors. Nothing ever happened that surprised him. And consequently, nothing ever happened to surprise the reader.  

I wasn’t withholding information, and revealing it methodically. 

I wasn’t letting the story spin in new directions. It was always chugging along the straightforward track where I’d dropped my reader.

I wasn’t letting my scenes TURN.

To illustrate what I mean, here’s an example of a great scene with a great turn from a wonderful movie: Beauty and the Beast

*Opening music that makes me want to cry from how beautiful it is*

Beat 1:

“Once upon a time, in a faraway land a young prince lived in a shining castle…” (Action: Apparently the world takes action to make sure this prince lives a cushy existence.)

“Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.” (Reaction: And he acts like a brat anyway.)

Beat 2:

“But then, one winter’s night, and old beggar woman came to the castle and offered a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.” (Action)

“Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift, and turned the old woman away.” (Reaction)

Beat 3:

“But she warned him, not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.” (Action)

“And when he dismissed her again …” (Reaction)

Beat 4:

“The old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.” (Action)

“The prince tried to apologize …” (Reaction) 

Beat 5:

“But it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.” (Action)

“Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.” (Reaction)

Beat 6:

“The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, that would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return, by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.” (Action)

“As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope.”  (Reaction)

“For who could ever learn to love a beast?”

Turn: The 6th beat is the turn. The story has spun in a new direction, the direction the WHOLE STORY will motor towards. 

Revelation: There’s the big one of the scene turn, but I love how every action and reaction in this prologue feels like a revelation. Each one feels like it could be a scene on it’s own, but it’s told in a just few words, with beautiful imagery. There’s no fluff in this, nothing unnecessary, everything is perfectly needed. (Sorry, I just really love this opening. I can remember sitting in my little wicker rocking chair when I was four watching this in awe. This movie is one of the reasons I’m story obsessed.)

NOW let’s remove all curiosity and surprise from this scene. 

We’ll take away the atmosphere of “all is not as it seems”, the “seeking and learning significant information” feeling, the sense that we’re climbing to something significant. Instead of withholding and revealing snippets of information, after gradual beat-by-beat escalation of curiosity, we’ll dump all information right away. We’ll take this beautiful scene, and make it distinctly not a scene by removing all traces of a turn.

So! The purpose of this “section” of story is to communicate necessary information. What info? The guy used to be a terrible prince. Someone cursed him to be a beast. His castle and the people who live there are also cursed. He’s got a rose that will bloom until he’s 21. He’s supposed to fall in love with someone and get that person to love him back.  Or he’s going to be a beast forevermore. So, let’s give it a whirl.

Let’s say it opens up on Lumiere and the Beast. They’re just hanging out in the West Wing, the Beast watching the rose sparkle, Lumiere extinguishing and reigniting his left candle/hand for something to do.

LUMIERE: “So Master, it’s been years since you were turned into a beast and the castle staff was turned into objects.”

BEAST: “Yup.”

L: “I wish you hadn’t have upset that enchantress, and been a bit kinder.”

B: “Me too. Don’t know how.”

L: “Now our only hope to return to our human forms, is if you fall in love and get that person to fall in love with you.”

B: *Noncommittal grunt*

L: “Better happen soon, before that last petal on the magical rose falls. When you turn 21, it’s going to fall. And if you haven’t learned to love by then, well, we’re stuck.”

B: “I’m aware." 

L: "Yup.”

B: “Yup.”

Well, that was extraordinarily awful. 

So what about these scenes is different? (Besides one being a work of art and the other being agony in text form.) 

– One withholds information and reveals it slowly, turning the story at the end. 

– One is just an info dump. 

So how can a turn be accomplished?  There are four types of turns: 

– Surprise

– Amplified Curiosity 

– New Insight

– Spin in New Direction

A SURPRISE turn is the difference between what the character expects and what actually happens, surprising them, surprising the reader/audience that is enthralled by your story. A CURIOSITY turn is when a new mystery is presented to the reader, increasing their drive to find out what happens next. An INSIGHT one is when a scene ends by solving a mystery, answering a question that the audience has been wondering about. And a SPIN is just that, a turn that jolts the story into a new unexpected direction.

And how do they work in a scene? 

The turn happens at the end. It’s the point of the scene. Everything’s leading to it. Think of it as the period punctuation mark on the end of the sentence that is your scene. But really your reader is anticipating that turn throughout the scene.
It’s this anticipation and “gradual illumination” that’s crucial to a story turn. This is the wonderful curious feeling that keeps us turning pages. That sense that “all is not as it seems, and if I keep reading I’ll find out the truth.” which is so intoxicating. And this is accomplished with beats, the exchanges of action and reaction, each acting like a escalation on a roller coaster, each increasing anticipation for the drop. 

Turns and revelation anticipation are rather magical when you think about it. They really are (as Robert McKee says) the substance of story. (Or they’re magical to me. I said I was obsessed. Blame this movie!) 

Now I’m going to go watch Beauty and the Beast again.


Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Featuring: Vision, Tony, Bucky, Thor, Clint and Natasha, Wanda, Rhodey (all three mentioned).
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: Reader surprises Steve, throwing a 40’s themed party to celebrate his 99th birthday at the compound with the other Avengers’ complicity.
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: mild swearing, some fluff, mentions of alcohol/hangover, lingerie fetish [?], slight Dom!Steve, light dirty talking, oral sex (male receiving), uniform kink - (clothed sex), exhibitionism/outdoor sex, neck holding and semi-protected sex. - This fic assumes Reader is on the pill. [No glove, no love!]
Author’s Note: Happy birthday to the first successful - and our all time favorite - super soldier who turns 99 this year! xxx The title is a reference to Fever covered by Peggy Lee, which inspired me a lot when I wrote this. Enjoy.

   New Avengers Facility

Placing a hand on your hip, you stared at the ballroom decorations inspired from the forties. With the help of every Avenger, you’d spent the past couple days, working on the hall of the Avengers compound as your grandparents had also gladly gotten involved in your surprise for Steve’s birthday.

They’d told you everything they could remember about their time in that era and gave you the best indications on what you had to do to bring that famous portion of the twentieth century back into our modern times.

They remembered a lot and their help made everything look perfect. You were beyond grateful. From the improvised ballroom and the private quarters, everything was subtly decked out, and it looked like as though it was straight out of a movie set. The guests arrived in appropriate forties attire.

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Perfect // Park Jinwoo


the prompt: could I get a jinjin scenario based on Perfect by Ed Sheeran or Paris by The Chainsmokers?

words: 3444

category: song rec + fluff

author note: this one took a rlly long time I never thought I’d get it done. but I like it and i hope you guys do too!

- destinee

Originally posted by asterocky

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Daddy’s Angel

“Are you having fun yet Y/N?” Your dad asks you from across the table. You shrug your shoulders.

“It’s alright but it’s not much different than every other race we’ve been to.” You point out uninterested. Your eyes are scanning the people around you, the women dressed in their finest silk dresses and the men in overly expensive suits. The races, obviously, were nothing knew to you. When you were as rich as your parents were, it was unusual if you didn’t attend every race you could and flash your cash, mingling with only the richest, proper, most boring people around. You rolled your eyes as some of the guys looked at you, your red dress somewhat revealing. All the guys you met were all the same; entitled dicks. You wanted something new, something exciting, and you were kidding yourself if you thought you were going to find it here.

Your Dad had gotten up to talk with some co-workers across the room, and most people were busy watching the horses take the track. You sat back at the table alone, your head in your hand, longingly wishing you could have something to drink .For the time being you wanted to live, so you wouldn’t dare have a drink in your father’s presence. He was what most people call “old fashioned” and you were known by most as “Daddy’s angel.” You wanted more than anything to break out of the mold you were placed in.

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Beautiful (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Hey guys! This is just my entry for @promarvelfangirl‘s 2k Fall Follower Celebration! Congratulation for 2k! Hopefully this is decent since it’s in celebration of such an incredible situation. That aside, I hope you all enjoy this because I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you’re all having a lovely fall season, and stay safe this Halloween. Also, remember to reblog and comment with feedback because it feeds my soul.

Summary: Ever since meeting Steve, you’ve made it your mission to balance all of the bad he’s seen in the world with all of the beauty you can find in it. Unbeknownst to you, you are everything he finds beautiful.

Warnings: Absolutely none! Just my horrible rendition of the sugary sweetness of fluff! (Let me know if there is anything you need to be tagged. I want you to feel comfortable.)

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Destruction from Habits (M)

Originally posted by chimchams

Jungkook x reader x Jimin
Word count: 7.3k
Angst, romance, smut
For @inktae

A/N: so you guys might have noticed I haven’t been postin’ but that’s because I was working on this, so enjoy!


During the season of winter hid the warmth of the sun as it tries to claw its way through the clouds after the showers of rain or the coldness from the breeze. The tips of your noses turned a vibrant pink when you stayed outside for too long and your fingers attached to your hands numbing from the lack of blood rush. It was around the time of year where you could wear your sweaters and stylish boots without having to feel hot and exhausted from the sun’s ray of heat or use up to three fluffy blankets to cover yourself from the cold. Family time was important, spending days ranging to talking about life or folk talks from long ago.

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BTS Reaction to Seeing A Beautiful Foreign Girl

A/N: Okay, so this is the first reaction that I will be doing and I’m not sure if it’s going to be accurate or anything, hopefully it will be though. After you’ve given this a read, you guys can send in whether I should continue with them or find another admin to write them. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this one!

Happy reading! x


Jin: In the middle of a conversation with all the boys, Jin just happened to glance in your direction but glanced back again quickly, shocked by your extremely beautiful and glowing appearance. His lips parted and his eyes widened, not believing that someone as gorgeous looking as you existed, let alone was in his presence. He would only stare at you, not being one to go out of his way and start a conversation with someone he didn’t know until you looked in his direction and sent him a small smile. He would react just the way he did when he first saw you, just more dramatic this time before he sent you a nervous and shy smile, feeling as if his cheeks were on fire.

Originally posted by baebsaes

V: To be honest, V would still act like his weird and alien self, even in your presence. Even during his weird moments that left people thinking twice about the boy’s sanity, he still would have managed to glance in your direction, stopping all weird actions he was doing before and looking at you with curiosity since you didn’t look like you’d come from anywhere in Korea. Nevertheless, V would approach you, being his weird self and doing some odd dance that caused him to shake his shoulders while he sang a old song in Korean, catching your attention and amusing you with how care-free the boy was. He introduced himself in English which immediately earned a happy smile from you, admiring the fact he had gone out of his way and spoke English to you. The best thing about it was when V would say simple sentences like, “You are my new friend.” that you would find amusing, V smiling broadly because he knew that this was a good start to something beautiful between the two of you.

Originally posted by jjungkook

J-Hope: We all know that this ball of sunshine has mad confidence, so when you entered the shop he was currently searching around looking for who knows what, he didn’t hesitate to go up to you and try to strike a conversation between the two of you. Judging by your appearance, he assumed you weren’t from here and didn’t speak the language as fluently as yet and decided to try his best and speak English with you. You smiled at his effort to speak English to you since you knew translating Korean to English was very difficult since the grammar was very different and spoke just a bit slower than you normally did just so the boy would understand what you were saying. Even if he didn’t know that much English, every time doing something that made you laugh or smile when he didn’t understand what was going on during your conversation, you still continued to talk with the boy because he was amusing and happy, qualities you favored most.

Originally posted by go2bedjungkook

Rap Monster: As Namjoon quietly ate his fast food at the lonely booth he sat in, his ears would perk up when he heard someone speaking English instead of Korean, immediately causing his head to turn in the direction of the voice, left stunned for a moment as he was taken aback by your beauty. It took him longer than expected to pull himself out of his trance, coming back to reality as he heard you sigh in frustration because no one at the American fast food restaurant could speak English. Without a second thought, Namjoon would casually stroll up to you, asking you with confidence and a cool attitude what you wanted, translating what you wanted to the worker at the counter who looked more than relieved when Namjoon spoke a language she understood. After your food was ready to eat, you had decided to eat with Namjoon, him showing off his excellent English vocab that you hadn’t heard much of when you arrived in Korea.

Originally posted by bwiyomi

Jungkook: Just like Jin, Jungkook would stare at you. When his eyes first caught site of you, he thought he was imagining things right away because no one who looked like you ever roamed the streets of this part of town, but when he glanced back and finally started staring at you, he realized that you were real. You were absolutely breath-taking and gorgeous in so many ways, so gorgeous that Jungkook couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Since Jungkook is still young and was shoved into the spotlight at young age and was forced to act like an adult before the cameras, he didn’t know what to do in such as situation where he had seen a beautiful girl. Eventually, all the other boys had noticed the Golden Maknae’s attention was somewhere else and decided to have a bit of fun, physically pushing Jungkook towards you before they ran off and left him standing right in front of you. He smiled nervously, not knowing what to do in this situation he prayed would end happily before you asked him if he spoke English in what you thought was your terrible Korean. Jungkook was surprised by the words spoken by a foreigner that were words all too similar to him, nodding his head slightly before you continued to have your conversation in English, sometimes watching as Jungkook flushed a pink color in his cheeks when you had misunderstood what he had tried to say in English. 

Originally posted by jungkooksleigh

Jimin: It would be on the bus where you two had first met, you using the bus to travel to a very popular tourist site you wanted to check-out during your time in Korea while Jimin was using the bus to get to the grocery store and buy some food supplies since they were running dangerously low at the dorms. That day, the town was very busy, making every mode of transportation very packed and busy. You grabbed a hold of a railing in the bus, standing before a passenger who you secretly envied because they were sitting while you were standing, all before you watched the passenger who you finally looked at, a cute boy with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts stand and gesture for you to sit in his place. You mumbled an audible thank you, confirming the theory that you weren’t from Korea but were just visiting the country. As you settled down in your comfortable seat, you tucked a fallen strand of hair behind your ear before you looked up at the cute passenger that had given up his seat for you, watching him smile charmingly your way which instantly caused your cheeks to flush a pretty pink color that Jimin already loved seeing on you. Somehow during the duration of your trip, you two had begun talking in slow English because he warned you beforehand that his English wasn’t that great, but you didn’t care because your were enjoying his presence so much that nothing really mattered. You two continued to talk to each other slowly and sometimes in broken English, Jimin missing his stop and abandoning his plan to go to the grocery store and instead showing you around town, suggesting all kinds of different places you should definitely go to during your stay in Korea.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Suga: Suga would be sat at a table in an overly priced coffee shop, headphones on that blocked out all of the sounds of the earth around him and allowed the sound of what he wanted to hear into his ears while he worked alone at the table on his computer, trying to come up with a sweet melody for the new BTS song that was soon to be produced to the public. Suga removed his headphones from his ears out of habit, feeling as if someone had called out for him even if no one did, making sure no one called out for him as his eyes scanned the room but ended up laid on you who stood at the counter and ordered. Suga was one that didn’t show much emotion but couldn’t help it when his head jerked backwards a bit, surprised to see someone so different and so beautiful in this part of the city. Although Suga would admit you were completely beautiful in every way and had a certain angelic glow around you, he placed his headphones on and went back to work, removing them once he saw you stand before him and ask if you could sit down at his table. Suga, who still wasn’t use to seeing people from outside of the country, only nodded as he heard you thank him and watched you sit down. For a while it remained quiet between the two of you, you not wanting to disturb Suga who was clearly busy with something while Suga tried to distract himself from your beauty but that was hard because you were just too damn beautiful and he had to know your name before he lost his mind. He asked your name in English as he removed his headphones, the language he spoke catching you off guard because you hadn’t heard much of that here before you replied with a smile and continued to talk with Suga, having moments where he would think he said something wrong in English and flush a pink color in his cheeks as he placed his hands over the smile that grew and grew on his face, not understanding why he did this because why cover up something that was too beautiful for any words in any language to describe?

Originally posted by hugtae

First reaction! I’m actually kind of pleased with this, but I’d really like feedback from you all if I should continue doing reactions or find another admin that can do them. The choice is yours guys. Don’t forget our ask box is currently open, so feel free to request any imagines, texts, reactions and ships! Love you all! x

XOXO Admin Tina 




Originally posted by shitjeon

Author’s Note: Hi guys! So sorry I haven’t updated in a while! I got sick and I had final exams and yeah.. I hope you understand and… I tried to make it longer so you guys can forgive me :) Requests are open and please enjoy!!

Warnings: Swearing, angsty ish? idk lol

Pairing: reader x all the members ft. Yoongi

Summary:When your life comes crashing down, who will be there for you? How much will you change? Will you ever be ready to take emotional risks?

You get out of the car while Yoongi helps you with your bags. As you walk towards the house, no words are exchanged. He knows that you’re still mad and he understands. I mean, who likes to move in with strangers, right? Yoongi open the door, and the both of you are welcomed with silence. The grey haired man turns to you and mumbles ‘’You’re room is upstairs, at the end of the hallway. Everything is there, ready for you.’’ You look at him, silent. You’re thankful but too mad to speak. The man in front of you just sighs and squeeze your shoulder before leaving. As you walk further in, you hear people talking in a low,deep tone. The voices were so low that you almost couldn’t hear. But as you approach the staircase leading upstairs, you heard someone say: 

‘’ Namjoon said that she’s a new member, what the fuck is a girl useful for other than being a toy!’’

 But then another voice, even deeper, commented: ‘’ Will you shut up,Jimin? Yes I understand that it’s always been the seven of us and the three of us in this house, but that girl might actually have skills.’’

‘’ It’s not because we fuck girls every night that the thought of one being a gang member is impossible” a silky voice added. 

“ That girl is not going to get herself comfortable so easily. This our house.” was the last thing you heard before heading to your room. 

You were amazed at how beautiful it was. You had a queen sized bed, a huge closet with clothes already in, you’re own bathroom… You knew that at least your room will be a place you’re welcomed to. You turn around to get your bag but you were met with someone, startling you. 

“ Oh! Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you! You must be the member Namjoon told us about? “ 

You nodded.You were surprised he would be so friendly with you. You associated his voice with the deepest you heard before going up. He had bright red hair, strong facial features and a boxy smile. Maybe you could make a friend after all? 

“ My name’s Y/N.” 

He grinned. “Taehyung.” 

After a little while, Taehyung broke the silence: “ Need anything? Water? Snack?” 

You were starting to get thirsty, so you asked for a glass of water. 

“ By the way, make yourself home. If you want anything you don’t have to always ask.”


I couldn’t get my eyes off of her. She had long curly dark brown hair,the color  contrasting with her hazel-green eyes. She looks strong and confident for a newbie. The guys know that if  I’m thirsty,I’d just drink in the kitche. I never bring anything in my room. So, as I was making my way upstairs, the glass in my hand, Jungkook noticed and looked at me suspiciously. 

“ Hyung, who’s this for?” 

“ Oh, that’s for Y/N.”

“ Who’s Y/N?”

“The newbie.” Taehyung said, smiling. 

“ Oh she’s here!?” 

The bright red head, still smiling, gave the glass to the maknae and said: “ Just say I had to take care of something.” 

// END OF P.O.V//

You were hanging your clothes when you heard a knock on your door. You turned to see who it was and saw a different boy from the one you just met. With a glass of water. 

“ Hyung said that something came up,so… here.’’. He gives you the water. 

The boy had the same hair color as you. You were attracted  by his dark,doe looking eyes. His jaw looked so sharp, you wanted to touch it. You didn’t even register the fact that he put the glass in your hand and started to leave. He turned around and said

” I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

 “ Oh,uh,yeah, I’m Y/N.” 

Later that night, you were on your bed studying and doing homework. Yes, despite you’re in a gang, you still do your schooling. Well, sort of. You’re studying to become a nurse, and due to fact that you don’t have time to go to an actual school nor practice, you just read a lot, test yourself and do researches. You just hope you’re doing a good job when you take action, but seeing as nobody died yet, you’re doing a pretty good job. You were starting to feel thirsty again, so you made your way down to the kitchen. It was pretty dark in the house, assuming everybody was asleep as it was also late at night. You felt as if someone was following you. You looked around but saw nobody. You shrugged it off. You refill your glass with water and was about you were to take a sip but was soon interrupted. 

‘’ Feeling at ease, aren’t we?’’ the voice said. It was deep, low… Husky almost. You put down your glass and said

 “ I live here now, remember?’’  

A man walked to you slowly.As if you were his next prey. His eyes were dark, full of hate. Hair jet black and clothes showing off his muscles. 

“ Now, where are your manners?” the man said. 

You look at him and scoffed. “ I know very well my manners, thank you.” 

JImin was not used to being talked back.  He slams you against the nearest wall stares you down. “ Listen baby girl-” 

“ Drop the pet name,asshole.” You find it funny how it’s easy to rile him up. 

“ Shut the fuck up,will you? You’re just nuisance to our group and I will make sure you won’t feel accepted easily.” 

You laughed. “ Okay, so you slam me against a wall and you yell at me because you’re scared I’ll take the spotlight of of you? Honey, you won’t even notice I’m here.” You spat before pushing him away from you. 

“ You don’t know me, kid. You don’t know what i can do.” 

“ Same goes for you, pretty boy.”

About art thief

So, since I’m into the Miraculous Blackout, some had come to both me and AC ask on our inbox why we are into that if we didn’t write/draw anything for the fandom and the pieces we did are small.

As for AC, it’s a whole another level and personal experience, it’s not in my place to tell you or explain, but she does have her fair reasons to do so and to the right to not publicly say it.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm loving the idea of your got7 prompt game, and since you said you wanted more requests for Jinyoung I'd like to request 9 and 40 for him please? I was thinking about a scenario where the reader is close friends with the boys and her and Jinyoung are lowkey crushing on each other, and he accidentally walks in on her changing or something? You can make it however you want to. I'd love for it to be a bit fluffy and suggestive, if you're comfortable with that. Thank you!

prompt: 9. “I’ll never be able to erase that image from my mind.” / 40. “Is that a new tattoo?”
group: GOT7
pairing: park jinyoung, you
genre: semi angst, fluff, suggestive !! 
words: 2903

heheh so this took an unexpected angsty turn;;;; buuuut i hope u still like it? i tried following your request as accurately as i can ^^, well, except for the added angst heheheh

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Tommy: Dinah Laurel Lance. Always trying to save the world!

Malcolm: The true humanitarian in the Merlyn family was my wife, Rebecca. Many of you here knew her. She tirelessly devoted herself to helping those less fortunate in the Glades.

The parallels between Laurel/Tommy and Rebecca/Malcolm are probably my favorites in season 1 - the (broken) symmetry between their relationships, and the light it sheds on their characters. Yet I’ve never seen anyone comment on them before, ergo this post.

Analysis under the cut!

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#46 - “Can I kiss you right now?”

Requested: @kurominonsense

Tags: @vipervenomisgoodforyou @catbinanina @wrestlingtrash94 @newjapan @smolsassynalilsmartassy @littlebluespoon @devittsbalor @theomegachronicles @mrkittyinmytree @the-labyrinth-of-magi @rinoa-07 @takahashi-hiromu @oreillyskyle @push-the-sky-away @xiuhanforthewin @callliopesdungeon @sixdegreesofsamson @miksteiner97 @kaleyrollinsbc @heelstarla

Type: Angst, Suggestive

Starring: SANADA

Warnings: none

It was a nice, smooth ride home. You had the windows down, hair blowing in the light breeze.

It had been 3 months. 3 months since you and Seiya broke up. There’d been many tears, many arguments, many insults, and many sleepless nights. Nights wondering how you’d go about life without him. It only hurt so much because it was your idea to break up in the first place. You gave him an ultimatum; choose you or leave. Being the playboy that he was there was no way he would give up his sexual freedom for you – although this didn’t come without hurt from both sides.

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College student launches new line of dolls for boys of color

WELLESLEY, Massachusetts (AP) – When Jennifer Pierre visits the toy store, she sees shelves of dolls that are mostly girls and mostly white. She wants to change that.

Pierre, who’s finishing a master’s degree in entrepreneurship at Babson College, is launching a new line of dolls designed for boys of color. One is meant to look like an African American boy, with curly natural hair. One is Indian American. Another is biracial.

The goal is to give boys of all races a doll that looks like them, and that they can be proud of. Her new company is called Melanites, a reference to melanin, the pigment that gives skin its color.

“We’re a toy company, but we’re trying to become a whole brand that celebrates brown boyhood,” said Pierre, 23, of Pompano Beach, Florida. “I want it to be normal for a kid to go into the aisle and see themselves on the shelf.”

For now, Pierre is taking orders while she tries to raise $35,000 to manufacture the first dolls. She hopes to have the first batch delivered by Christmas and sell them online and in specialty stores afterward.

The first prototype is an 18-inch doll named Jaylen, designed to look like a young black boy. It’s made of plastic, with limbs that can bend and twist like a big action figure. To boost appeal for boys, Pierre plans to advertise them as “action pals,” not dolls.

But part of her goal is to erode the idea that dolls are for girls. She wants to blur gender lines in the toy industry, and to move away from action figures that depict men with guns and big muscles.

“Parents are tired of the pink aisle and the blue aisle,” Pierre said. “They want something they can give to their sons to teach them empathy, or to inspire them.”

Each doll is meant to have its own personality. Jaylen is an inventor. Aiden, who’s biracial, likes to tinker. Marquis, of Caribbean American heritage, is a performer. Pierre plans to sell story books that take the characters on missions as astronauts, for example, or archaeologists.

The idea struck Pierre while she was working at a community center in Florida before moving to Massachusetts. Time after time, she heard boys say they wanted to become rappers or basketball stars, not doctors, lawyers or engineers.

“It’s not because that doesn’t happen, but because they don’t see it in their community,” she said. “I wanted to change that and give them different options, because you can’t be what you can’t see.”

Her idea reflects broader shifts in the toy industry, experts say. More companies are blending science lessons into their toys, and adding diversity of all types. Hasbro now makes toy guns for girls. Another brand, Guy Gear, sells crafting kits for boys.

“This is where our world is going and we want to make sure we’re addressing those needs,” said Ken Seiter, vice president of marketing communications for the Toy Industry Association in New York.

In a focus group, 4-year-old Zion Dawson tested the Jaylen prototype while his mom, Bernette, watched. He was fascinated by the idea of a toy that looked like him, his mother said.

“It’s a positive influence,” said Dawson, of Boston’s Mattapan neighborhood. “There’s a lot of girl empowerment with different girl dolls; why can’t my son have that same experience?”

Despite old stereotypes, some research suggests that it’s normal for boys to play with dolls. A 2013 study at Australia’s Western Sydney University found that baby boys preferred playing with dolls over toy cars or other machines.

Soon after Zion tested the Jaylen doll, his mom submitted an early order to buy one. But Dawson admits that even she used to think dolls were strictly for girls.

“At one point in my life, I was against young boys playing with dolls,” Dawson said. “But I think as society has evolved and I have evolved as a parent, I’m more open to it.”

It's the Same ~ Joshua  Ch. 1

Word count: 3.6k

Genre: Prince!au, Romance, Slice of Life, Fluff, Drama, Classical!au

A/N: Recently I watched Princess and the Frog and I got so inspired, so I decided to share this series with you. It’s a lil’ different but I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Ch.1 || Ch.2 ||

Originally posted by performanceunit

“Could you make us an exception?”

18 years ago.

“Prince Joshua!” Sir Hwijae called out, tired from chasing the prince around the castle premises. He inhaled and exhaled multiple times and slightly bent down to catch his breath. “Please.. Don’t make me do this again.. It’s the 10th time, Your Majesty.”

“But I don’t want to wear them!” Joshua yelled back as he ran and jumped onto his queen-sized bed and hid under the covers. “You can’t force me Sir!”

Sir Hwijae laughed because this lil’ petite prince can be stubborn in a cute manner. “Heh. Your Majesty..” He looked down to his hands and pulled the covers above the prince. “They’re only pajamas.”

“I don’t want to go to bed yet! Not my bedtime yet!” Joshua sat up and folded his arms. He looked at his butler for few seconds until a spark of light bulb came to his mind.

With this idea in mind, he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and turned his hands into fists. He took a deep breath before doing what he will do in just a few milliseconds. Sir Hwijae immediately notice the young prince’s hands and glared at him.

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To Wake; To Dream; To See The Stars: Inktale, Part One.

It begins with [redacted].

Well, maybe it does. It’s all a little confusing.

He remembers the smell of ink and old parchment and paint. The scent of turpentine —  heavy, almost acidic. The scratching of bristles and quill across canvas and paper. A stylus over a tablet. Words, whispered. The tip-tapping of keys. The taste of antiseptic in the air.

Bubbling vials in a silent room.

Truth is, he doesn’t really know where it started.

Let’s start over. (Again and again and again and aga)

It begins with an idea. It’s how most things happen. Ideas, he’s found, start out in empty space, and it’s only the luck of the draw if its background is white or black or grey. For him, it was black, and he was tired and half asleep, like usual, when he ended up there. There was nothing in the beginning, only a vague sense that he was something, quickly gaining (or, was it regaining?) shape but not quite there yet. He remembered being something else, once; similar, maybe. By the time he’d opened his eyes fully, he was different than how he was. Somehow. There wasn’t a way for him to physically see the differences quite yet.

One day, there came snow. At first. It was a lazy sort of phenomenon and it took quite awhile to reach him. Some days it wouldn’t move an inch. He would curl up and watch it come nearer. Curious. He thought of stars and the image of them was distant in his head. When the white flecks were closer he found that it wasn’t snow at all. It was too big; too wide and too thin.

The crinkling sound the ‘snow’ made in his hands changed his mind on what it really was. Paper, he assumed, and it left him scratching his skull. Weird. There’d been nothing on it. Just blank, stark white, brighter than his bones.

At the time, at least.

But it’d been a marvel. Something new! Different. But nothing changed about it. Many sleeps later and still nothing. Nothing nothing nothing nothing– 

And then–


A scribble. A couple lines vaguely connecting together. He touched those dry inked strokes as often as he could, wondering with a vague kind of excitement. Eventually they would coalesce into something. They’d be a picture one day, he thought. But for every line of ink there came many smudges of pencil and eraser. Crumpled corners and slightly frayed edges. Smeared shading and…coffee stains? Juice? Water?

He feels like a baby bones again, watching magic for the first time with [redacted]. He sleeps and each time he wakes there’s something added or changed. Something recognizable.

One day he takes it out of one of his pockets and starts laughing until he’s helpless on the ground. It’s Papyrus! he thinks. Nostalgic.

Who’s Papyrus?

He sleeps. Restless. Angry. His eyes burn. His bones rattle and ache and he feels sick and sad and and and–

His brother is Papyrus and he is tall and he is never short and most times he’s loud and he dies and dies and dies and doesn’t ever remember except for –

Except for –

The paper is finished beside him and he doesn’t want to look at it. He walks far away from it but ends up in front of it again. He gets lost on purpose but an invisible trail leads him back. He takes it in his hands many times and crumples it and tries to throw it away. He’s always halfway when he stops; when he straightens out the wrinkles and touches his brother’s inked out face and strange clothing and thinks: there is something different about him in this picture.

He sleeps and has nightmares and wishes for the ignorance to come back.

Scratching echoes in the empty shadow around him, deep and persistent as though carved into stone. The sound of whispers muffled. He flips over many times and watches the glow of the magic in his eyes light up an area that hadn’t existed before. On the ground beside him were trailing swirls of letters, crisp and bright. Absently, piecing together written language again, he began to read.

And then couldn’t stop.


His hands itched and his soul pulsed bright cyan and the world began to gather together to form shapes too misty to identify just yet. He sits in front of the picture of his brother and stares as the writing trailed outward from it in circles, forming a vortex with him in the middle. Different types of ink and sometimes wildly different colors. Doodles, unfinished at first and then more and more and more. He recalls names to faces although the outfits are different. Undyne, Alphys, Papyrus (the Great! The best, the coolest brother!), Grillby, Toriel, Asgore. Frisk. Flowey. Chara. He finds that empty bullet points form stars on the ground, and filled ones become comets whirling around planets, until finally, at the top; a title ending with a flourish and golden, four-point star:


Slowly, another snowflake forms another sheet of paper and lands in his hands as if guided (connected) by shifting-colored string to him. That day, he swears that he could feel the tug on his soul, sharp and strong but so, so warm and bringing his magic to flush out his cheekbones. He gathers it to him and takes his time staring at it, some new version of those he cares for most, before looking up to the slowly floating papers in the sky and wondering, with no little awe, just where, exactly, they’re all coming from.

A notebook, filled with both lined and blank paper, shows up that he’d once thought of wanting. Embarrassingly, he takes him a little bit longer to find tje want for something to write with.

He begins taking notes in a habit he didn’t know he’d had.

At first, he calls them alternate timelines. Split offs from what he assumed to be his original one. The first, most solid picture from his own memory, his own story, which branched often but never strayed too far from their roots. Some of these timelines seemed based on a choice someone had made, strong enough to split and cause wildly different outcomes.

But it never really fit, that one word. Timelines. What rained down on him weren’t always so simply categorized. The changes often extended beyond choice and instead to their entire world, beyond society or actions but — but the actual world.

Their universes.

The papers resembled snow when falling but they were as numerous as the stars he often imagined were painted high beyond his reach.

Much later, filled with hope and with pages upon pages already filled with his own doodles taped beside what he’d found, he crosses out the ill fitting word on the notebook’s cover and, with a much more careful scrawl, replaces it with something better.

A L T E R N A T E  U N I V E R S E S

A Collection, Part One.


Hope you like it!

This was so well written, so beautiful, that I couldn’t help but illustrate the fanfic.

Honestly lmao I cry.

Like my God this was so beautiful to read, I’m so… touched to get such a marvelous gift ;///<///; <33333

I… I don’t have the words…

Just guys, please enjoy this wonderful text, it’s absolutely… aaaah breath taking.

Gotham’s Inclusiveness

I’ve seen a lot of bigotry from both sides of the fandom lately, so I wanted to put this list together of things Gotham’s writing, casting, etc, has done that I’m very deeply grateful for. What better day to publish it than on the day that we Americans celebrate Thanksgiving?

I am grateful for Fish Mooney.

She’s POC AF, female AF, boss AF. From the very start, the writers could have brought in any original character to be Penguin’s main rival, and they gave us her. Even after Penguin “killed” her, they brought her back badder than ever and I’m so grateful they gave this fantastic role to Jada Smith when another show might have gone with the “default” white male.

I am grateful for Penguin’s leg.

Not only is it fantastic to have a main character with a physical disability on TV with no strings attached (I could probably count those on one hand) but it is just so original and new. Penguin, in both comics and live action adaptations thus far (to my knowledge) has always just been fat, and waddled due to his obesity. Penguin might still yet become chubbier as the seasons go on, but this is a new refreshing take on the Penguin, and it shows how much the writers consider all the different parts of what makes Oswald Cobblepot the Penguin, and how they’re truly willing to make him something their very own. 

I am grateful for the racebending of Hugo Strange.

Asian people (especially men) are brutally under-represented in entertainment (especially in roles outside of the karate guy, comic relief/sidekick, or silent angry/brooding background character), and Gotham made a very graceful choice in casting him. We needed more roles for Asian Americans where the role is not ABOUT them being Asian. B.D. Wong does an excellent job with the character, and you can tell he wasn’t chosen as a “token” Asian. He is inclusiveness wrapped in fantastic casting, and I’m grateful that Gotham did not turn this fantastic actor down based on ethnic background despite the original character being caucasian.

I am grateful for Ed Nygma.

Although it isn’t expressly voiced in the show, it’s made clear through the writing and acting that Ed has ASD, most likely Asperger’s. Throughout the show we have gotten to see a glimpse of what it’s like for someone with that type of social disorder, grasping for companionship - I think it’s very relatable, even for those who don’t necessarily have a social disorder themselves. Better is that his social struggles are rarely used in a comedic manner, and was never at his expense (eg: hugging Jim goodbye and sniffing Kristen, where we might find humor in the situation but not in Ed himself). His struggles in this area were always treated quite seriously, and was carefully written in a way so that his villainy stemmed from something separate from his social disorder (he learns that being the nice guy doesn’t work, so he starts lying and cheating). So here we have a character in a TV drama with ASD who is not for comic relief. Just…just think about that.

I’m grateful for the setting.

Gotham city on this show is unlike we’ve ever seen it. Its anachronistic time setting gives it both mystery and a gorgeous and proud display of western culture and technology throughout the decades. It’s just a beautiful and unique aesthetic that really sets the tone for the show, and I appreciate that kind of detail a lot.

I am grateful for Barbara as a character.

Barbara’s original backstory was BORING, guys. She was Jim’s housewife who lived long enough to give him a kid and then died in a car crash. YAWN AND UGH, give us a more substantial female character! Gotham did that for us. Currently, Babs is tearing up the underworld and using her brains to get to the top. She’s also arguably the most developed character in this show, having changed the most dramatically since we first encountered her back when she was little more than Jim’s confidant. Now she’s on her way to be “King of Gotham,” and I’m so grateful she’s no longer just the disposable nanny housewife.

I am grateful for the beautiful relationship between Bruce and Alfred.

It has been so fresh watching a show about a pre-batman Gotham, a definite highlight of it being watching Alfred deal with the sudden fatherhood he’s come into with the (of course) brooding teenage Batman. Their relationship is one of the more realistic, relatable ones in a fairly grim and eccentric show.  Watching them is a comforting break in an otherwise toxic city, and I’m grateful to see this depiction of parenthood shown in a very real, down to earth manner.

I am grateful for Firefly.

In the comics, “Bridget” does not exist. Firefly was a name used by two Batman villains: Garfield Lynns, a caucasian man, and Ted Carson, another caucasian man. Judging by Bridget’s age, Gotham seems to be intending her to be the endgame Firefly, thus making the other two null. Regardless I am grateful that the Gotham writers are committed to creating new roles for women, and better yet opening them up to women of color like the wonderful Michelle Ventemilla. I’m grateful for this choice and am so excited to see her again - hopefully soon!

I am grateful they took a jab at Trump in the best way they could.

The writers are not politicians. The writers do not have political power any more than you or I do. But they used their art to draw attention to Trump’s evil, likely in hopes to make us see that this is a bad bad man in the same way that, when you step back from Gotham’s setting and aesthetic, Penguin is a bad bad man. They tried, and personally I think it was for more than just the comedy of dumb slogans and spray tans. Thank you for trying to make them see.

I am grateful for Ethel Peabody.

Another fantastic original role that could’ve gone to any type of person (such as TV’s default white male). They chose to give it to a curvy female POC. She was Hugo Strange’s wiser assistant, who, like most villains on this show, we all fell in love with.

I am grateful for Oswald’s queer ass.

Different sources and interviews tell us different things that often contradict each other, but the only canonically true thing we know for sure is Oswald likes boys, and that’s pretty cool. Because the Penguin is a huge, iconic character who’s been around for ¾ of a century - and now he is in love with a man in a way that they can not possibly ever erase. I remember the disgust of going online after S3E5 aired, and seeing all the threats and hate from homophobic people on the show’s pages. That’s died down a lot since then, but we need to not forget, and we need to be aware and remember that Gotham faced potential cancellation to make the Penguin like boys. And speaking of which…

I am grateful for Nygmobblepot.

Sure it’s one-sided right now in canon. Sure they’re dragging us to hell and back with getting there, like they do with every ship on this show. Sure there’s love triangles and conflict and angst and regrettable decisions everywhere. Sure. But they still went there. They gave us a m|m relationship (another horrendously under-represented relationship when you consider the ratio of male characters on TV), and are seemingly promising to have it develop further, for better or worse. They’ve stuck it through despite homophobic backlash - and it is overwhelmingly brilliant that everyone involved in the writing process for this show, knowing full well that the show could face cancellation from a move like this, went for it anyway.

*fun fact: Gotham, like most other network series, films several episodes ahead and writes even further ahead. So no friends, the Gotham writers did not write in the angst as a way to erase the gay after homophobic backlash, all of the current events is an actual part of what they envisioned for the overall story. Thanks for committing to this, Gotham, even if you’re ripping my heart out.

I am grateful for Leslie Thompkins.

Lee was originally a very very very background character in the comics. She’d help Batman out every once in a while, and had a thing with Alfred. She was also white (Morena is latina, thank you Gotham) and had very little character development. Lee isn’t my favorite of female characters from the show in terms of depth and interest, but I can not deny that she’s a gigantic improvement from her comic book counterpart and that is pretty legit. Also she is one of the extremely few characters on this show who hasn’t actually done anything morally horrendous, and I can count the number of those characters on one hand, so.

I am grateful for the Vale family.

This falls under BOTH racebending and inclusive original characters. Valerie Vale, aunt to the comics’ Vicky Vale, is Asian American. This doesn’t need to be too thought-into, but for the sake of argument: given the shared surname and Valerie’s single status we can assume Vicky is the child of one of Valerie’s siblings, so Vicky is also likely to be all or mostly Asian American. We may or may not ever see Vicky, but for now we can enjoy that Gotham has given us another strong original female character who also happens to be Asian American. Neat!

I’m grateful for Sara Essen.

The source material for her character was little more than a love interest for Jim. She was also blonde, and was never his professional superior. Instead they gave her role a more professional turn - in fact, she was captain of the GCPD, and her relationship with Jim more platonic and “big sister” compassionate. And again, Gotham came through by giving this role to a POC. *claps*

I’m grateful for all the biracial couples.

With a Trump presidency impending upon us, the internet has truly opened my eyes lately to the amount of hate just laying dormant in the world, including hatred towards biracial/multiracial couples and their children. I’d thought that kind of hate was mostly extinguished, but I obviously was wrong, and it made me realize how many of those kinds of relationships Gotham has had. We have: Babs x Tabs, Jim x Lee, Jim x Valerie, Fish x Bullock, Tabs x Butch, Lee x Mario, and of course a plethora of supporting and background characters. So thank you Gotham. I didn’t realize that was something we still needed to be grateful for, but I am.

I’m grateful for Tabitha Galavan.

Tabitha is an amazing original female character, because she’s changed so much. The way we see her, as well, has changed so much since her introduction, and it’s been hardly one season since she stabbed Oswald’s mother in the back. Some people say she’s meant to be DC’s Tigress, in which case she is also the first time the character has been portrayed by a WOC. I’m just really impressed with her as a character, because she has really grown and stolen the hearts of even those viewers who hated her and thought they could never forgive her for the Galavan arc (aka me).

I am grateful for the way characters are depicted.

-Gotham has given us SEVERAL black and mixed black characters, where usually on TV the best you can hope for is 1-2, or maybe a black family by extension if you’re lucky. Gotham has given us several, none of whom are related to each other, and none of whom subscribe to any of the typical “TV black” stereotypes. Thumbs up there.

-Gotham has treated its queer characters the same as they have the rest of their characters, which is outstanding in terms of representation. They’re not romanticizing things or giving these characters special treatment just because they’re not hetero. Just like the hetero characters, we see our queer characters to be very developed characters who hit highs and lows throughout the series. The writers have made it abundantly clear that the sexuality of their characters is one small part of a vast personality, just like in real life - none of their queer characters are ABOUT being queer - and as far as representation goes, that is flipping fantastic.

Some honorable mentions (things that are neat/positive but not necessarily means for outstanding praise):

-Bruce Wayne being portrayed by David Mazouz, who is an observant Jew of Shepardi heritage

-Selina Kyle being portrayed by Camren Bicondova, who (as an educated guess judging by appearance alone, and I truly apologize if this is actually untrue) has Waardenburg Syndrome

-Victor Zsasz being portrayed by Anthony Carrigan, who has alopecia

-Currently, the figurehead of the Court of Owls is a woman, Katherine. In the comics the Court of Owls does not have a “Katherine” at all, nor a prominent female character in power within the organization. So thanks Gotham for more cool female characters on TV!

-Remember Sid? Yeah, Sid was a thing, even if they were more of a background character. I can’t even remember the last time any show gave us an androgynous character at all, but way to go Gotham.

-Lucius is more prominent in Gotham than he was in the comics, which is nice because TV needs more intellectual black characters and Gotham has been real enough to provide several. The Dark Knight Trilogy helped bring Lucius as a character to the center stage a bit more, but Gotham has made him a series regular and that is dope.

-It’s cool that Montoya was a comfortably “out” lesbian, where her sexuality wasn’t something to be ashamed of. In the comics, it caused her to quit her job in shame when she was outed as queer.

-Remember that post I made about that TV trope of using homosexual situations as comedy with heterosexual characters and Gotham doing the opposite? Gotham did the opposite.

-They casted Cameron Monaghan as the Joker. Nothing to read into here, he’s just fantastic.

To conclude,

I guess I just got to thinking about gratitude and ended up writing this huge list - this is a Gotham blog, after all! If you’ve stuck through this long, thank you! Have a good thanksgiving everyone, and have a fantastic day if today isn’t a holiday where you are! We have so much to be grateful for. :)


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Junior didn’t know how long he sat in that cold water, he only knew that JB unlocked the bathroom door, and quickly shut it upon seeing him. 

“Jinyoung, what the hell are you doing? You left, I told management that >>> got sick and you left with her. His hyung quickly shut off the water, pulling Junior forward, attempting to take off his suit. “Look at you, should I call a doctor?” 

Junior felt his eyes burn again as the tears came forth. “I can’t feel anything hyung. She’s gone, and I can’t live like this.” 

JB looked Junior in the eye realizing what he said. “You broke up with her?” 

Junior eased his arms out of his suit jacket as JB pulled. “She left me.” 

JB couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he sat on the bathroom floor, near Junior, and watched as the tears mixed with the water on his face. “Get out of these wet clothes, and tell me everything that happened.” 

Junior recounted all that happened to his hyung. He could lie to JB, and make it seem like it wasn’t really his fault but he knew better. He told the truth and in the end JB reacted just as he thought. 

“This is your fault, and if you want her back then you have to fix it.” JB handed him a towel, and then slapped Junior hard across the face. 

The sound was crisp, just as the red mark left on Junior’s face was already an angry red. Junior gasped, he wouldn’t hit JB back, but he grabbed his face dumbfounded. 

“That’s for coming in here looking like you were dying, and also for losing the woman that’s changed you. Look at you Jinyoung. I remember who you were, or you don’t remember that? You used to be mean for no reason. fake vomiting at fans, giving them the finger, sometimes overly cruel to Yugyeom. She changed you for the better. You live life with a purpose. You have something outside of us, outside of this fame. Why didn’t you embrace it?” JB shook his head, leaning back on the bathroom sink awaiting an answer. 

Jinyoung had none. He knew what she was to him, and yet he was here, ashamed, lonely, broken and confused. Not to mention with a slightly swelled cheek. “You have to help me hyung, she wont want to see me. Can you go to her for me.” 

JB reared up like he would slap him again, but put his hand down. “Do you really think that after all that she wants to see me? That’s what cowards do. Send another man in your place. She is your woman, you make it right.” 

JB grabbed his shoulders and pulled the other man in a tight embrace. “Fix it.” JB whispered, before walking out the bathroom. 

Looking at himself in the mirror, Junior realized he was a mess. He hadn’t slept since the day before, his eyes were swollen and red from crying. His face stung still, and he was cold and naked. Running the water on warm, he quickly showered, dressed and sat down on his bed to call her. He had to do something. The phone rang 4 times, no answer. He called again. A third time. A fourth time. By the time he had called six times, she must have blocked his number because it went straight to voicemail.

He could try going back over there, but she wouldn’t answer the door. What could he do. His chest hurt again, this pain was back and he held a fist to his sternum hoping it would pass. It didn’t. Junior got up turning out the light preparing to compose a text to her. He laid on his bed, wondering what could he say to make it right? He fell asleep with the thought, that he couldn’t, and let his sobs put him to sleep. 

The next day, he got proactive. He sent her flowers in her favorite colors, handwritten notes along with them to her job, and apartment. Every day for one week he sent flowers twice a day. In the morning to her work, and in the afternoon to her home. The notes were always the same.

I love you, please let me fix this, I’m nothing without you.

                      -Park Jinyoung, your Junior 

At night, he would call her three times, and text her three times. Each time no response. He did this for a week, and on the last week, the flower shop told him, she wasn’t accepting any more deliveries. The second week, the Got7 schedule went into overdrive, he couldn’t send flowers ok. Instead, he sent different gift baskets, only to her home. She would receive them from the doorkeep, so she had to take them. He was too busy with interviews, radio shows, dance practice, and a new video shoot to do much, but every night once he was in bed and settled, he called. Still nothing, by the beginning of the third week, she had also blocked the deliveries from coming to her. Junior, tossed and turned in bed at night. The other members grew worried for him, they whispered among themselves about him. Yugyeom and Youngjae even tried to coax JB into saying something to >>> to fix the situation. 

At the beginning of fourth week, they had another variety show. Junior stood in his dressing room with the guys, and went over the procedure about what to do, as JB directed a question to him. 

“Are you ok to do this? Honestly, you’ve been mellow and depressing.I understand why, but you have to pull through on this Junior.” The leader stared hard at him, waiting for an answer. 

“I’m ready hyung.” As they sat, and played games and answered questions,one of the men directed a question towards Junior about fans and dating. He felt his face grow hot as he, held the microphone to his lips.

“To be honest, I was dating a woman, who was everything to me. I think the fans have to learn, and understand that, yes we are idols, but we are also human. We hurt and love just like you do. No matter who I choose, no matter her color, height, nationality. We love. An idol in love is great because there is so much more expression to our music it gives life and definition. To the woman, that I loved, I want to say I’m sorry. I let things get in the way and I didn’t see that sooner.”  

The hosts nodded their heads smiling. “We see where you’re coming from, it must be hard, living a life, where your actions are determined by women who really want you to themselves.”’

Junior nodded looking into the camera. God, he hoped she was watching. 

After the show, he made up his mind. She hadn’t reached out to him, yet, he would do what needed to be done. The next morning, Junior awoke early, taking the train to her apartment. He was filled with anticipation, purple orchids in hand, he raced to the elevator, and then down the hall to her apartment. 

He knocked on the door, brushing his hair down flat with his hand. He heard her approach, and as the door opened he fell to his knees in a bow, face to the floor, hand holding the flowers up. 

“Please, let me talk to you, for just a little while, please.” 

A soft chuckle came from the door, and he looked up to see an elderly woman standing there, her skin wrinkled from time, but her eyes and smile genuine. “I don’t think my husband would appreciate a strange man bringing me flowers.” 

Junior quickly stood up, giving a small bow in greeting. “I’m sorry, Grandma. My girlfriend used to live here.” 

The old woman shook her head. “Must be an ex, why would your girlfriend move without telling you? I’ve lived here since last Sunday.” 

Junior’s heart raced as he heard her. “Last Sunday?”

“Yes, you must be the one who had a basket sent. He set it at my door, and I called the number to inform them the woman no longer lives here, and to get in contact with her.” 

Junior nodded his head in understanding. The shop did have her name and number, just in case, something went amiss. “I’m sorry, Grandma. Excuse me.” He bowed again, hurrying down the hall. 

“I hope you get her back!” The old woman yelled, and Junior turned around waving as he got back on the elevator. 

So she wasn’t at her home? She moved? Where could she have gone? Fear made his chest tight as he thought she might have went back to the United States. She wouldn’t have. She loved her job. He scanned his mind on what to do, before deciding to simply go to her job, she had to be there right? 

Another 30 minutes on the train, concealing himself he was in a busier part of town, he made his way to the giant concrete and glass building where she worked. He knew her office, racing through the tight hallways, he found her door and opened it. Nothing. Not even a new person. Did she really leave?

Junior’s eyes searched the cubicle spaces in a large room through the archway, before looking towards the smaller office near hers. Haru Choi, saw him as well, and she rolled her eyes, continuing her conversation on the phone. 

Haru had to know, they were best friends. Junior stood in front of Haru’s door, waiting for her to get off the phone, but the woman knew what was going on and she took her time. Looking at him, and then back to her notepad, writing things down. She dragged on her conversation longer than usual asking about weather before Junior lost his patience. He crossed her room, taking the phone from her hand hanging it up. 

“Rude! That could have been an employee!” She grabbed her phone back, turning her chair around to ignore him. 

Junior tried his best to smile at her. “Haru, I need your help, please.” 

Haru grinned, swiveling in her chair. “Oh? What for?” She began to doodle on a notepad in front of her. 

Junior placed his hand on top of her notepad. “Haru, please. Where is she?“ 

Tapping her lower lip, Haru hmm’d and uhh’d. "Oh yea! You mean the woman yous said you loved, but you lied to her, and made her feel less than beautiful, and didn’t even apologize for not taking up her when others criticized your relationship choice?" 

 Junior closed his eyes, his fist clenching. "Yes. Haru, I love her. I’ve been a wreck without her. Just tell me, did she move? Did she go back to the US?" 

Haru stared at Junior, crossing her arms over her chest as she assessed him. "I don’t think you deserve to know. I mean, did you even marry her?" 

 Junior sighed, thinking of what he could say. "I love her. When she left, my heart felt like it was going fall into my stomach. She has no idea how much I love her. I know I was wrong, but I’m willing to do what I have to do. I can be the man she wants. I just need to talk to her." 

 In truth Haru knew that she wanted to speak to him. She missed him, even when she said she didn’t. She saw the variety show too. She wouldn’t keep him from her, no matter if her friend would be angry at her. "She didn’t leave Korea. She got a promotion, and went to another company about 20 minutes from here. She’s there now. Don’t fuck this up. You need to let her know, what’s up. Ditch the flowers too, she’s tired of them and so am I." 

 "Thank you.” Junior ran to Haru, pulling the woman out of her chair to squeeze her tight. 

 "Yea, you’re welcome.“ Junior raced from the building, looking down at the address Haru gave him. He tossed the flowers in the trash, quickly boarding a train. He knew what to do and what he had to do.

anonymous asked:

How about a hospital AU where Eren and Mikasa are patients together? The morbidity in me wants them to have a serious, incurable thing but it's your call.

I seem to always write New Year’s fics in hospitals lol but I really thought this would be cute as a holiday fic. I actually fell in love with this AU as I wrote it, like how precious would they be. I did have it be longer term illness but I tried not to specify too much since I don’t have too much medical knowledge and I didn’t wanna get anything incorrect. I really did enjoy this more than I thought I would so thank you for sending it!

The bottoms of Eren’s slippers scuffed at the pure white floor of the hospital. The lights were dim in the hallways since it was technically after hours but at least it was quiet tonight; no machines beeping aggressively, no nurses rushing around the halls, no one crying out. It was almost serene, well, if he knew he wasn’t walking through a hospital. In the least, maybe everyone in his ward would have a good New Year’s Eve. The nurses usually gave them sparkling cider so there was that too.

He poked his head around the corner and saw one nurse carrying fresh blankets into another room but that was it. Eren stepped out into the hallway, walking the familiar path to the next ward over. His robe swung by his legs but even though it was December he still didn’t find it that cold whereas other people would bundle up with their robe tight around them just to step out of their room. Well, when they were allowed to.

So technically, he wasn’t supposed to be out past lights out but it was New Year’s Eve. Who wanted to sit alone in a hospital room and watch the ball drop? Boring. He’d rather sleep if that was the case.

He couldn’t really remember a time he wasn’t at this hospital; though admittedly after his surgery as a baby he did pretty well up until a few years ago when he declined in health a bit but like any kid, you spent a lot of time at your parent’s work. Where other people would get caught in a second, he at least knew all the ins and the outs, as well as the nurse’s shifts which helped significantly. Being able to charm the nurses for information helped too.

“Going somewhere, Eren?”

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