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Anonymous asked:

May I request a scenario for Yoū who has an s/o who hates crying but has bottled lots of emotion from her past experiences and tries to hide it from him but fails? Thank you in advance! Your writing really inspires me. And I hope you’re doing ok!! I love you very much!!

miren-creations answered:

ASDFGHJKL You’re too sweet~! Thank you very much *bows*
I’m well thank you, I hope you’re okay and I love you more~! <3

Ahh I’m sorry this took so long, and I hope this okay ^^; I’ve had a lot of trouble with sleep in the past weeks so this scenario seems to be lacking to me ^^;

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“Ja, Ja, heisser Sommer ist Wunderbar,” You inaudibly sung. Your solo performance was disturbed by an unsuspected collision with a stranger, his items scattered to the floor beneath you.
“Watch where you’re walking,” he grumbled with a disgustingly unfriendly look plastered across his face.
You blinked expressionlessly at him as your emotions distorted inside you, ‘look what you’ve done now you good for nothing child’ past vicious words invaded your mind. Suppressing these thoughts, you attempted to stutter out an apology.
“I-I’m so-”
“Don’t just stand there you useless woman, pick up my things now!” he harshly commanded.
‘Why can’t you do anything right?’ More haunting words lingered in the back of your mind.
“Yes,” you weakly responded, lowering yourself to the ground. You scrambled to collect everything as quickly as humanly possible, however, due to your body trembling, you repeatedly dropped a few items.
“Hurry it up stupid,” the man continued to pester.
‘We shouldn’t have had another child, not when she turned out like this’ previous words were now saturating your mind, not enabling you to think clearly.

You shot up, objects clutched to your chest for security. “I’m very sorry!” You blurted, bowing and handing the man his items.
You whirled around, preparing to hastily leave, however, you were stopped by more words from him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
'Yoū, where are you? Please, I need help’ you internally pleaded, only to be interrupted by more paralyzing words. 'You don’t deserve to be loved, no one will ever love you’ 

“You’ve inconvenienced me, so give me a kiss,” You were brought back to the current situation.
“E-excuse me?” You stuttered.
“You owe me for ruining my day,” He pressed on.

'You owe me’ dreaded words you’d heard many times before. Words spoken to you by your family. Anytime you refused an instruction or request, you’d be promptly reminded that they owned you, they gave you your life, food and shelter.
You gripped at your chest in fear, you didn’t want to kiss that man, you had Yoū. A man you had fallen heavily in love with and you’d hoped he felt the same, though your judgement was clouded by mass paranoia.
“I don’t want to,” you meekly responded, a feeble attempt to stand up for yourself.
The man grew tempered and took a step towards you “You don’t get a choice, you’re a useless brat. You should be lucky I’m even showing an interest,”
'I should be lucky… He’s right, of course Yoū wouldn’t love someone as pathetic and disgusting as me’ you accepted, the cruel reality reminding you how insignificant your wretched existence truly was.
You suppressed the huge number of emotions inside you, took a step back and declined once more “stay back, please,”
He took another step towards you, refusing to back down “Why, are you trying to hurt me? What a selfish woman,“ 

Those words reverberated in your heart and broke what tiny and fragile spirit you had. Unable to move, the man further approached you. You closed your eyes and trembled in fear, awaiting the contact you didn’t want to experience.
However, instead of the tainted touch you expected, there was a loud thud; you opened your eyes to see him lying on the floor.
“How dare you treat a woman like that, especially MY woman!” Yoū yelled. His face scrunched while shaking his reddened fist. “Leave, before you receive something worse than a punch,” he demanded, lightly grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the nearby dorms.

“Why did you let him treat you like that?” He questioned angrily.
“You hate me, don’t you?” You counter questioned. The man’s words had clawed into your heart; all the efforts you’d taken to treasure yourself had crashed and burned in mere seconds.
“Don’t be silly, I’m angry because I love you! You’re always letting others treat you so poorly,” he put his hands on your shoulders with a face that displayed desperation.
You bit your lip, trying to hold back all your tears and feelings “Do you really love me though? Someone this disgusting…”
Yoū’s anger flushed away and was replaced with sorrow as his heart sank “Y/N… You’re amazing. It hurts that you feel this way, you should cherish yourself. You’ve brought me so much happiness and the rest of Procellarum absolutely adore you. I love you more than curry you know?” His words soft, in attempts to comfort you.

Sadness was something you weren’t allowed to express; crying meant you were ungrateful and spoiled. However, you couldn’t hold back much longer, your tears disobediently fell as you spoke “how can I believe that? My own family didn’t love me,”.
“why would you say that?” He inquired, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“Because they told me…” You began, taking a deep breath so you could form words through your tears “they told me over and over again. I was a mistake, a disaster child. I couldn’t do anything right because I’m stupid, ugly and useless. No one is going to love a person like that,” Once again, the pain from your words were visible on his face.

He pulled you into a tight, yet comforting embrace while affectionately stroking the back of your hair. He spoke in your ear softly, barely louder than a whisper “Y/N, listen to me, none of that is true,” Yoū had concluded that his actions would be more beneficial to you than talking in this moment, however, he still had to state some things. He pulled away from you, allowing him the space to delicately hold your face between his hands. He wiped away your tears, brought his face close to yours and gazed into your eyes “I won’t talk too much, but I love you more than anything in the world. Your family love you too, you’re a part of Procellarum and we all adore you immensely,” he smiled sweetly. “So please, try believing in us and look after yourself,”
“I’ll try, I promise,” you smiled, wiping away your tears.
“That’s good enough for me. Now, let me show you how much I love you,” he smirked, pulling you against him by the waist and placing a passionate kiss on your lips. He withdrew to see your flushed expression and chuckled “See, you’re precious,”

Learning to love yourself and accepting you’re so much more than you thought you were would prove to be a long task, but with Yoū and the rest of Procellarum supporting you, it was something you planned to put your all in.

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As a side note, everyone please remember you are deserving of love, you are allowed to put yourself first and you should never feel bad about doing something that makes you happy. YOU ARE YOUR NUMBER PRIORITY SO PLEASE LOOK AFTER YOURSELF~!

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If you’re a creator and you needed to hear this today:

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You have no idea how many people lurk on your work. No idea how many times people go back to revisit your work. How big they smile when they simply think about your work. How fast their heart beats, how excited they get when they see that you posted something.

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Dear person reading this, 

      You deserve a life full of happiness and positivity. So don’t let others get to you and believe in yourself.

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  • Have been revising for what feels like forever.
  • Are suddenly seeing new flaws appear and bigger hurdles in this draft then what you’ve already overcome in prior drafts.
  • Are starting to hate a story you once loved.

It’s going to be okay.

You’ll reach a turning point. You’ll find the story you always wanted; it’s in there, waiting for you to dig it up. I know you feel like it’s burred too deep, like that light at the end of the tunnel is just another lantern, but you’ve come so far all ready, and you’ve learned so much.

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Readers can’t resist turning pages when characters are facing tough choices. Use these 5 keys to weave moral dilemmas into your stories–and watch your fiction climb to new heights.

#1: Give Your Character Dueling Desires

Before our characters can face difficult moral decisions, we need to give them beliefs that matter: The assassin has his own moral code not to harm women or children, the missionary would rather die than renounce his faith, the father would sacrifice everything to pay the ransom to save his daughter.

A character without an attitude, without a spine, without convictions, is one who will be hard for readers to cheer for and easy for them to forget.

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For example: A woman wants (1) peace in her home and (2) openness between her and her husband. So, when she begins to suspect that he’s cheating on her, she’ll struggle with trying to decide whether or not to confront him about it. If she only wanted peace she could ignore the problem; if she only wanted openness she would bring it up regardless of the results. But her dueling desires won’t allow her such a simple solution.

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And tension drives a story forward.

So, find two things that your character is dedicated to and then make him choose between them. Look for ways to use his two desires to force him into doing something he doesn’t want to do.

For instance, a Mennonite pastor’s daughter is killed by a drunk driver. When the man is released on a technicality, does the minister forgive him (and what would that even look like?) or does he take justice into his own hands? In this case, his (1) pacifist beliefs are in conflict with his (2) desire for justice. What does he do?

Good question.

Good tension.

Good drama.

Another example: Your protagonist believes (1) that cultures should be allowed to define their own subjective moralities, but also (2) that women should be treated with the same dignity and respect as men. She can’t stand the thought of women being oppressed by the cultures of certain countries, but she also feels it’s wrong to impose her values on someone else. When she is transplanted to one of those countries, then, what does she do?

Construct situations in which your character’s equally strong convictions are in opposition to each other, and you will create occasions for thorny moral choices.

#2: Put Your Character’s Convictions to the Test

We don’t usually think of it this way, but in a very real sense, to bribe someone is to pay him to go against his beliefs; to extort someone is to threaten him unless he goes against them.

For example:

  • How much would you have to pay the vegan animal rights activist to eat a steak (bribery)? Or, how would you need to threaten her in order to coerce her into doing it (extortion)?
  • What would it cost to get the loving, dedicated couple to agree never to see each other again (bribery)? Or, how would you need to threaten them to get them to do so (extortion)?
  • What would you need to pay the pregnant teenage Catholic girl to convince her to have an abortion (bribery)? What threat could you use to get her to do it (extortion)?

Look for ways to bribe and extort your characters. Don’t be easy on them. As writers we sometimes care about our characters so much that we don’t want them to suffer. As a result we might shy away from putting them into difficult situations.

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That’s the exact opposite of what needs to happen in order for our fiction to be compelling.

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as bad, and force your character to decide between
the two.

Plumb the depths of your character’s convictions by asking, “How far will s/he go to … ?” and “What would it take for … ?”

(1) How far will Frank go to protect the one he loves?

(2) What would it take for him to stand by and watch the one he loves die when he has the power to save her?

(1) How far will Angie go to find freedom?

(2) What would it take for her to choose to be buried alive?

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(2) What would it take for him to commit perjury and send an innocent person to death row?

Ask yourself: What does my character believe in? What priorities does she have? What prejudices does she need to overcome? Then, put her convictions to the ultimate test to make her truest desires and priorities come to the surface.

#3: Force Your Character into a Corner

Don’t give him an easy out. Don’t give him any wiggle room. Force him to make a choice, to act. He cannot abstain. Take him through the process of dilemma, choice, action and consequence:

(1) Something that matters must be at stake.

(2) There’s no easy solution, no easy way out.

(3) Your character must make a choice. He must act.

(4) That choice deepens the tension and propels the story forward.

(5) The character must live with the consequences of his decisions and actions.

If there’s an easy solution there’s no true moral dilemma. Don’t make one of the choices “the lesser of two evils”; after all, if one is lesser, it makes the decision easier.

For example, say you’ve taken the suggestion in the first key above and forced your character to choose between honoring equal obligations. He could be caught between loyalty to two parties, or perhaps be torn between his family obligations and his job responsibilities. Now, raise the stakes—his marriage is at risk and so is his job, but he can’t save them both. What does he do?

The more imminent you make the choice and the higher the stakes that decision carries, the sharper the dramatic tension and the greater your readers’ emotional engagement. To achieve this, ask “What if?” and the questions that naturally follow:

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#4: Let the Dilemmas Grow From the Genre

Examine your genre and allow it to influence the choices your character must face. For instance, crime stories naturally lend themselves to exploring issues of justice and injustice: At what point do revenge and justice converge? What does that require of this character? When is preemptive justice really injustice?

Love, romance and relationship stories often deal with themes of faithfulness and betrayal: When is it better to hide the truth than to share it? How far can you shade the truth before it becomes a lie? When do you tell someone a secret that would hurt him? For example, your protagonist, a young bride-to-be, has a one-night stand. She feels terrible because she loves her fiancé, but should she tell him what happened and shatter him—and perhaps lose him—or keep the truth hidden?

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#5: Look the Third Way

You want your readers to be thinking, I have no idea how this is going to play out. And then, when they see where things go, you want them to be satisfied.

There’s a story in the Bible about a time religious leaders caught a woman committing adultery and brought her to Jesus. In those days, in that culture, adultery was an offense that was punishable by death. The men asked Jesus what they should do with this woman. Now, if Jesus had told them to simply let her go free he would have been contravening the law; if, however, he told them to put her to death, he would have undermined his message of “forgiveness and mercy.”

It seemed like a pretty good trap, until he said, “Whoever is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone.”

Nicely done.

I call this finding the Third Way. It’s a solution that’s consistent with the character’s attitude, beliefs and priorities, while also being logical and surprising.

We want the solutions that our heroes come up with to be unexpected and inevitable.

Present yours with a seemingly impossible conundrum.

And then help him find the Third Way out.

I hope this helped! I’ve been really busy today, seeing how my mom had surgery and I’ve been trying to continue writing my novel today as well. I thought I’d squeeze in some more stuff for you guys!

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Saeyoung x Vanderwood?

A little scenario inspired by a conversation I had with a wonderful friend of mine~

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Luciel eagerly awaited Vanderwood’s arrival. He’d always gone to many lengths to try and push Vanderwood out of his composed and stoic persona; surely his maid must be miserable never being able to openly express himself. Luciel didn’t mind him snapping at him if it allowed him to express some genuine emotion.

Luciel had taken it upon himself to further his tactics in hopes of receiving a more intense emotional response; Vanderwood was important to him since he had sheltered Luciel under his wings since he joined, albeit reluctantly.

The red haired hacker’s eyes darted to the door upon hearing the security system clear a person for entry. Vanderwood had finally arrived, it was time for his ‘plan’ to be put in motion. In truth, he didn’t actually have a plan, he was simply going to try anything that would get a reaction from his colleague.

“Good morning Mr. Stark~” Luciel cheerily greeted. A positive way to begin, Vanderwood hated his code name, surely calling him by his requested name would put him in brighter spirits.

“Morning,” came his monotone response.

“Don’t worry, I made sure everywhere was spotless for your arrival,” the hacker hummed.

Vanderwood surveyed the bunker intently, releasing an exasperated sigh as a result. The bunker was certainly in a better state than usual, none of Luciel’s clothing was carelessly scattered on the floor. However, there were still surfaces coated with honey budda chips and Ph.D Pepper in addition to their discarded wrappers being littered around the rooms. There was even a minuscule mountain of unwashed cutlery and dishes, despite the brunette only cleaning up yesterday.

“707, you must be joking if you consider this clean,” his face remained unchanged but a hint of annoyance was certainly present.

Luciel playfully pouted “I’m sorry Agent Stark, will you forgive me if I help you clean under your guidance?”

“You? Help me clean? Please…. If this is your idea of spotless, I’d rather you just not interfere,” Vanderwood harshly disregarded. He whirled around to begin his cleaning duties in the kitchen but was halted by Luciel’s grip on his clothing.

“Fine,” the red head sighed dejectedly. “How about I cook an out of this world lunch for you?” He continued.

“Not a chance, I’d rather die. I don’t want you trashing the order I’m about to establish, and I don’t particularly want heated honey budda chips,” His response was instant and barely left Luciel time to end his question.

“You’re such a jerk,” Luciel teased. “I’m trying to be nice, why won’t you accept my help?” He pouted once again.

The brunette brought his left hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Help from you means there’s an agenda, therefore, I’ll pass,”

Luciel brought his hand to his chest and with his face, feigned being insulted “I, God 7, am a kind being who’s trying to bestow such kindness upon you,”

Vanderwood scoffed, mercilessly cutting Luciel’s connection to his clothing. He muttered under his breath and paced towards the kitchen, once again being denied by the hacker. Luciel had flown from his chair, dramatically dropped to the floor and clung to Vanderwood’s leg.

“Please Agent Stark, accept this poor soul’s help,” he playfully begged, dragging out his words.

The typically un-phased man was stunned. He rapidly blinked before regaining his composure in seconds. “Agent 707, release me right this instant or I will taze you,” he threatened, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Luciel had finally succeeded in prying a response from the senior agent, but it wasn’t enough. 'Oh, I’ve got it! I pray to thou above that I make it out alive’ he mentally declared.

“Fine, fine, if that’s what you wish,” he conceded. He swiftly picked himself up off the floor and brushed himself down. “But sir Stark, can you just turn and face me for a second? I’ll leave you alone afterwards, I promise,” he continued to pester, attempting to sound as serious as possible.

Vanderwood released a sigh, turning on his heels “very we-”

Luciel reached for Vanderwood’s face, cautiously but effectively holding him in position and with this opportunity, he leaned in for a quick peck on the unsuspecting male’s lips. It was brief, but it cut Vanderwood off and left him baffled for a split second.

Vanderwood’s body flushed with heat, feeling weak due to the effects. 'What just happened?’. His brain completely shut down as he grew internally flustered. 'How should he respond to this? Is this just one of 707’s pranks? Did 707… Like him? Is it possible for someone to like him? Did he like 707 in return?’ A trace of pink dusted his cheeks. Either way, there was no way he could let Luciel get the better of him.

Before Luciel could spot the minuscule blush, Vanderwood clutched the collar of his junior and returned the previous kiss. However, this time the interlocking lips were teeming with passion, both participants receiving more pleasure than they had expected. Vanderwood couldn’t help but notice how soft Luciel’s lips felt against his, while he in return was truly enchanted by how attractive his senior was in such close proximity.

Vanderwood cut the act of intimacy and shoved Luciel back “Do you half arse everything? You can’t even kiss properly,” he mocked, turning his back to the red head before he could comprehend the situation.

Luciel remained still, a crimson saturating his face. His heart pounded rapidly against his chest and his legs thought they would buckle. He couldn’t do anything except expressionlessly blink as the brunette huffed to the kitchen. 'The plan was to break Vanderwood’s character, not the reverse…’

On the contrary, Vanderwood’s face was ablaze with heat, there was zero chance he would let Luciel think he got the better of him. He simply went to carry out his duties to avoid Luciel’s mockery of his reaction. Agent Vanderwood wasn’t a person who opened up to people and he definitely didn’t give out affection to just anyone.

Luciel was special, he realised this a long time ago. This 'pest’ of a human he’d known for many years had slowly but persistently crawled into his heart. As an agent, he’s aware relationships are nothing but trouble and he was certain Luciel didn’t truly reciprocate those feelings. So instead, he softly traced his lips with his index finger. He was holding a gentle but genuine smile, one he refused to show this harsh world. If he and Luciel couldn’t become a true couple, you best believe he was going to treasure the sensation he received from his love.

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