#add this to the list of things i would say are unrealistic if i saw them in a fic

[litany-writes]

so you’re telling me mclaren TOLD LANDO NOT TO SWAP and he DID IT ANYWAY FOR OSCAR??? to pay him back for brazil???

[lurkingteapot]

Kidnap the novel, ch. 5 "Skyfall" -- brief synopsis

I have been informed that what I've been calling chapter summaries are technically synopses! til.

I thought the joke'd be on me because I wasn't going to manage to complete the synopsis in time, but maybe I did! So. First points actually already were shown in ep. 4, so I'll leave those visible and add the cut after.

Chapter 5 starts on Q waking up from a nightmare first in his own bed, then wakes again in Min's bed (and arms). Doesn't even think about moving + falls back asleep.

Kachaa is studying the photos of Q laughing with kids about his own age (we assume Min, Men, Khanomjeen). He's glad Q is hidden away in a place his enemies would never think to look. He texts his source thanks, then gets a phone call from Phum, who says he has evidence it wasn't his son involved in the warehouse fire. Kachaa agrees to meet with him.

The scene they rehearsed at the end of ep. 4 is from Min's work! So from the show we saw him working on in eps 1 and 3.

Min's bluescreen moment is down to the fact that the next line he'd have to say contains a confession of love. Q is ??? about it ("get a grip, dude, this is your job, right?") and criticises the script ("who the fuck would willingly die for another person, that's so unrealistic" and of course Min protests he'd die for Men, which Men objects to. (I read it like "oh fuck, that's a death flag" and pray I'm gonna be wrong)

argument about Min's (lack of) acting skills leads to a tussle, Q and Min end up falling to the ground in a pile and laugh their asses off. Men thinks he has them figured out, or at least Min -- he's convinced Min is in way deep, but can't quite get a read on Q.

Min goes to work at Hidden Dragon and overhears conversation mentioning Q's father and Phum by name -- and that Phum has apparently been 'taken care of', and that they're trying to figure out Kachaa's weak spot. Min takes that to mean Q.

While Min is at work, Men tries to figure out what Q thinks of Min -- starting with "so you and Min really are friends, yeah?", and when Q confirms like "what else", Men lists the things that make him think they're way past friends, especially Min, and asks whether Q has any other friends that treat him this way. Q deadpans that he doesn't know because he doesn't have any friends. Men asks him whether he'd be okay with Min liking him for real. Q deflects: there's no way Min likes him, Min just cares for and about people.

Men realises Min forgot his work keycard and dithers about bringing it to him (vs not exerting himself as told). Q immediately volunteers. Men is like "you might not realise this because you don't have any friends, but normal friends don't just drop everything and hurry to bring their friend stuff they forgot."

Min has retreated to the locker room to sort his thoughts. Seua confronts him about not being out on the floor, working. Min asks about quitting. Seua tells him this isn't the kind of job you can quit. It starts to dawn on Min that he's signed away his freedom.

Q gets to Hidden Dragon texts Min that he brought his card, but Min doesn't seem to be reading his messages. Q decides to wait inside. Someone comes to seat him, but their attitude changes when he tells them he brought Min's keycard and they let him into the back. He starts to wonder what kind of place this is ... and then he sees Seua, whom he recalls from the time Yaadaa and Seua came to his house. At that moment Min texts and tries to tell Q to not come to the restaurant. When Q doesn't reply, he even tries to call. Q, who's never seen Min frantic like this, comes to the conclusion that Min must work for these people and decides he has to see for himself. He follows them inside.

Q sees Min across the casino floor, standing next to Seua. A few moments later, Min sees him, and panics both because Q shouldn't be here and because Q looks at him like he's a stranger. He tries to make his way over to Q, but the floor is very crowded.

Q doesn't trust easily and feels massively betrayed, questioning every interaction they had. He's nearly out of the room when he bumps into Yaadaa, who clearly remembers him -- and he her. Seua stops Min from running over to them.

Yaadaa takes Q to her office. Yaadaa tells Q they have a common goal -- to get Kachaa to withdraw from the case. Q plays along to an extent, but doesn't feel inclined to trust her even one bit. When she asks whether he has any questions, he asks about Min. Yaadaa tells Q Min's one of her favourites and asks whether he knows him. Q tries to deflect: nah, he only met him just now. Yaadaa doesn't seem convinced, but before she can press the issue, there's a gunshot and an explosion -- the transformer blew. Communications within the restaurant also seem down. Yaadaa leaves and just leaves one guard with Q, telling him he cannot leave. Q gets increasingly concerned because the fire alarm is going off and there's smoke seeping into the room. He tries to fight the guard, who isn't impressed and tries to hit Q in turn. Min comes in and covers Q, knocks out the guard, and they escape on Min's motorcycle.

As soon as they're away from the restaurant, Q tells Min to stop and let him go. They fight. Q doesn't know how he can trust Min now, Min is hurt Q would think that badly of him. They do return to Min's house together, it's strained, they're not talking or even looking at each other (Men notices). Men helps Min with the welt on his back, asks how he came by it -- did he cover Q like in his script? Min and Q snipe about it and Min goes upstairs. Men is confused and asks Q what's going on. Q tries to deflect because he doesn't feel like explaining the whole kidnapping situation and just asks what kind of person Men thinks Min is.

Min says he'll sleep on the sofa downstairs that night. Q goes to bed in the bedroom by himself and feels strange about seeing all the padded edges Min fixed for him.

In Q's house, Seua is presenting Kachaa with a bloodied mess of documents that Phum had on him when he died. Turns out Seua is spying on Yaadaa for Kachaa. He wanted to help Phum, but couldn't, and feels bad about it. He's also the one who'd been keeping tabs on Q for Kachaa, and the one who started the fire at the casino earlier that day when Yaadaa got hold of Q. They agree that Q was safe with Min, but that that may not be the case anymore. Kachaa will think of a better way to protect Q -- he doesn't want the past to repeat itself.

Q's flashback is to when he was 18. He's running through a field of maize after his mother told him to run, and he's terrified the criminals will catch up with him. He wants to call for his dad, but is also terrified the pursuers will hear him. When he wakes up, he grapples for Min, but Min isn't in the room, and Q has another mini-breakdown when he remembers what happend that day, and how he'd drink or medicate himself to sleep since, until he started to stay with Min. He decides to go downstairs anyway because he needs someone there. Turns out Min had been pacing outside his door anyway, worried Q might fall down the stairs. Hugs and comforting ensues, and they talk a little. Q demands Min tell him why he does all he does if that's not his job. Min says he can't tell, but he just doesn't want to see Q hurt. It's very emotional. Q makes Min promise he won't abandon Q. They hug about it, and it's ~different.

Min has to go to work to shoot the scene he practiced with Q and Men and gets a little too into it -- bursts into tears, sees Q's face superimposed over that of Miki (the actress). Everyone compliments him, and Min has a bit of an "oh shit I love him" moment.

[deadgirlwalking91]

Tehe…TOTALLY not kicking my feet at your response to my ask! 🤭 By all means, please divulge the part two! It’s great hearing about your experience writing tyftv, and I love your thought process behind everything! I do want to say that I definitely agree with the avenue you took on Adam and his mask. While Viv showing his face during his death scene makes sense (it would feel kind of weird if he died in his mask), the emotional shift in the scene is potent. The smile IS subtle, but it adds a new degree of contextualization to his relationship with Lute…which, I would say, changes HIS character the most in the season. I hope that such an emotionally charged detail isn’t just part of a vehicle for a future Lute plot alone, but that’s going into S2 theory territory and is something we could talk about over DMs if you’re interested. I love to speculate on what the intentions were in the portrayal of Adam’s death. I have a whole list of ideas/details pointing towards sinner Adam, too…😉

ANYWAY, I would love to hear more about your writing/thought process with Adam’s unmasking. Actually, I already have a question about that: how did you decide when to do the reveal? I thought the pacing with that was perfect, but how’d you settle on it exactly? Slow burns are tricky! ❤️

Ahhhh no stop I'm seriously kicking my feet over this ask! 🥹 I freaking love questions like this, probably because they're a bit rarer compared some of the other questions I get asked (which I also really love!)

You're right; having Adam die in the mask would have just been underwhelming. Revealing his actual face meant he died with a little humility. I think I can speak on behalf of a lot of the other Guitarspear shippers that I have chatted with when I say that the smile made us stop and go, "whoa, hang on. There's something there between Adam and Lute."

I would love to chat to you over dm's! Either tumblr or, if you have it, Discord as I keep tabs on that more (plus tumblr messaging sucks lol). If you wanna hit me up on Discord, user name is same as on here 😊 God, I love a good Sinner Adam theory, too.

So, as for the unmasking: I wrote a very rough first draft of it months ago, like I'm talking back in...May, maybe? And it was wildly different in the sense that there wasn't this emotionally charged conversation that happened right before it; nor did Lute have this moment of clarity that sparked that whole exchange. It was really just Lute taking the mask off Adam and falling in love with what she saw underneath.

I think what I really loved about how it ended up turning out was that while it was driven by Lute deciding she'd had enough of their back-and-forth, it was Adam who initiated taking off the mask. It was a massive moment of growth for him, even though there was every possibility Lute could have rejected him (which of course she wouldn't have, because she was already deep in her feelings by this point. She fell for him despite the mask). So, a huge thing for a dude who had grown bored and complacent with everything in his life up until that point.

In terms of the timeline for the reveal, I actually was initially going to have it happen on the very last night. But, that to me seemed kind of unrealistic, especially because this incredibly charged encounter had just happened in the bathroom that pushed them both to that point of no return. So, I moved it up to the second last night, which then meant they had one night to spend together with Adam totally unmasked.

(Speaking of that bathroom scene, I had that planned for months, too. I always wanted Lute to have her moment, especially when Adam had been leading a lot of the more intimate/sexually charged interactions between them. Our girl ain't no wallflower; she knows what she wants)

It was kind of the same with the sex that followed, too. I wanted to write the most feral, frenzied, 'can't keep my hands off you' smut that my mind could conjure up, but again, I didn't want to cheapen this emotional exchange that happened moment before, and I think heading in that direction wouldn't have had the same impact as where I ended up taking it. So, I went down (well, what I hope translated as, anyway) the more emotional but still passionate route.

I am so sorry for the essay again 😂 but genuinely, please feel free to DM me, I would love to chat.

Oh! And speaking of the unmasking scene, there is no way I could possibly talk about it without dropping this incredible fanart that @a-spacecat made of it! I find myself going back and staring at it sometimes when I need a little writing motivation/pick me up 😊

[solar-siren]

Angstpril Day Ten: Sacrifice

“This is yours,” Able says. He’s standing in front of his desk, offering something Tron doesn’t want to take.

“It was waiting when I got here. I’m not sure who brought it in. None of my betas saw anything.” His expression is composed, but his voice is thick with grief.

Tron stares at the weapon he holds and says nothing.

The disc is white. But unlike that of a siren, or a User, its light is blue.

Just like his.

There’s only one other program on the Grid who has a disc like that. And if Able has it, she isn’t using it anymore.  

 Tron has to look eventually. He puts it off for as long as he can stand it, until he’s back at the spire, and the rest of Argon is deep in hibernation. Alone in the dark he activates the white disc—and Yori’s visage smiles back at him. 

It’s been far too long since he last saw her. Anger flares up with the pain. How had he forgotten the intelligence in her eyes? The mischief in her smile? She will never look at him that way again.

It takes everything he has to view her last memory file. The timestamp reveals that it’s from only three cycles ago. She’d still been alive for that long, and he had no idea. She’s already been  gone for that long, and he hadn’t noticed. Another unthinkable failure. 

Add it to the list.

 Her final memory begins with others. Yori hadn’t been hiding, but leading. A horde of programs follow her as they slip through the streets of the Capitol. 

And then he hears her voice.

“This way,” she says, ushering programs past. “There’s a station just a few blocks from here. You’re almost there. Hurry!” She’s commanding, urgent, but not panicked. 

Even when she should be.

“Freeze, program!”

Tron recognizes the tone of Clu’s soldiers before he sees them. The view changes as Yori whips around. More programs file past her, all running now. And instead of following them, like she should, she charges towards the guards.

To save the terrified program they’ve cornered. 

They’re small. Young, Tron thinks. He realizes they must be an ISO. He wonders if the others were, too. 

“Go!” Yori shouts. She checks the program out of the way, entering the path of the disc that would have derezzed them. 

And the video ends.

 It’s as simple as that.

She died at the hands of some lucky fool who was aiming for someone else. She’d died so  that program, maybe someone she’d barely known, didn’t have to. The same way Tron very nearly died for Flynn. 

And was that why? 

Had she glorified his demise to lessen her pain? To convince herself he died for something that mattered? Had she emulated him because she missed him? Because she thought that’s what he would want?

He wanted her  here  . Her teasing and her laughter, warming this awful empty space. Her messy, sprawling presence, covering every surface with blueprints and datapads, filling the air itself with simulations. Her fussing and scolding. Her reassurance. Her beside him at night. Just her. His other, better half. Yori who helped people. Yori who made things. Yori, who never hurt anyone. To think that she died while he survived is  wrong , unjust in a way he can’t even name. 

Maybe it was unrealistic, but he’d always hoped they’d find each other somehow. They’d done it once before. Together, they would have stood a chance against Clu. Now, though, Tron isn’t sure who or what he has left to fight for. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, when he is able to speak again. He’s not sure why he says it. He doesn’t believe she can hear him. 

“I wasn’t there when you needed me. I didn’t protect you.”

 But he can protect what little is left.

 “You were wrong.” 

Able jumps about a foot in the air when Tron emerges from the shadows. “You have got to stop doing that!” he snaps, clutching at his core. The monitor ignores him.

“Take this,” he says. Able frowns at the disc in his hand.

“I thought—”

“It’s safer here with you,” Tron says. “Put it with the suit. Hide it in plain sight. No one will ever know.”

The offer is more tempting than Able would like to admit. He loved Yori too, in his own way. Having some part of her close would bring him comfort. 

But there are other factors to consider.

“Tron, I think she would want you—”

“No.” He’s hiding behind a mask again, but Able doesn’t need to see eyes to read the exhaustion and brokenness they hold. He steps back and quickly, gently lays the disc on Able’s desk. “I don’t deserve it.” 

The program is gone before he can protest.

[thequeerwitch]

Signs you might be demiromantic based on my experiences.

According to the lgbtq wikia site, "Demiromantic is a romantic orientation on the aromantic spectrum defined as someone who does not experience romantic attraction until they have formed a deep emotional connection with someone. This connection may be sexual, platonic, or another form/combination of forms, depending on the demiromantic individual. Forming an emotional bond with someone does not mean that one is automatically attracted to said individual, as it just means there's now a possibility for one to feel attraction."

When I first heard this, I thought it was ridiculous. Doesn't evetybody have that? Then I did a little soul searching and looked back on my romantic experiences throughout the years. These are all based on personal experience, you may have different feelings than me. I just wanted to share because this is how I found out.

You don't understand celebrity crushes. "How can you have feelings for someone you don't even know?"

You don't like self insert x reader fanfics. You don't know the character personally and they know nothing about you, so why would this character have these deep feelings for you?

If you write fanfics, you always use or create OCs that pair well with the character in question. These OCs may be completely different from your personality, and they may not always be someone you aspire to be like, it's all about the character's chemistry over your chemistry.

You don't understand love at first sight. Your past relationships all formed after a year + of getting to know the person. When you first met your S/O (past or present) you didn't think much of them. Maybe they were just an interesting person or coworker, but as you got to know them, only then did you have those feelings.

There is a difference between romantic desire, romantic attraction, and personal chemistry. You find yourself wondering what a relationship would feel like, you read romantic stories and listen to music thinking "I want that," but you can't picture someone in your real life that you would want it with. Not because the person isn't awesome but because you just don't know them.

Additionally, chemistry and attraction go hand in hand. Once you've established chemistry, then you may feel that romantic bond.

Your idea of romance is emotional intimacy. Someone who trusts you with their deepest secrets and who you know inside and out.

When someone you don't know very well or perhaps is only a friend to you professes their feelings, you immediately want to abort the mission. You wonder how they even came to the conclusion that they like you because they don't know you.

You enjoy friends to lovers stories because they're relatable and romantic. You just don't understand why people dislike the friends to lovers trope or why they say the excuse of "I never saw them like that before" is unrealistic. You're more likely to fall in love with a friend than someone you met online, and that's what you want when you read a romance story.

While on the topic of online, the concept of online dating confuses you. You just wanna throw yourself into a situation with a stranger and hope you have chemistry? Romantic chemistry doesn't just happen after a single date for you.

I'd like to clarify that demiromantic does not mean you don't have sexual desires and attraction. While some demiromantics are also demisexual or even asexual, not all of them are. For me personally, I identify as a pandemic (thanks to @dorkbunny for that name), I don't mind one night stands or hookups because in my mind, sex and romance are completely seperate. Just because you experience sexual attraction (whether it's limited or you're hypersexual) does NOT disqualify you from being demiromantic, demisexual, asexual, or anything on the asexual spectrum.

If you have any other suggestions, write them in the comments and I'll add it to the list and credit you with the addition. This thing in particular was what kept me from identifying as demi for so long, so I wanted to make this part especially clear.

Edit: I'm so glad everyone seems to be finding this helpful! I'm glad I can help people realize a new part of themselves because finally coming to the conclusion of my own demiromance was such a journey. It was liberating and felt like a breath of fresh air because no one ever talked about demisexuality and romance like this. I was worried at first because I didn't want to miss the important parts and I didn't want to seem like I was shoving demiromantics into a box. Thanks for all the support, seeing everyone's tags, comments, and reblogs is so heartwarming.

[my-darling-boy]

Ever seen Ghostwatch? It's super creepy.

Oo I do have something to say in defence of this one and films like it actually… I remember people criticising it cos they thought it “wasn’t very scary and nothing happened” but tbh I liked it cos it was mostly akin to actual stories of hauntings. I guess most people who watch it have never experienced paranormal activity and don’t understand it’s not Hollywood movie Exorcist style stuff that goes on 9/10 times and it usually is pretty mundane, but they have this unrealistic expectation that it’s going to be like…. The Haunting of Connecticut, and that’s disappointing/not Action-Packed enough for them so they just choose to rip on it. I do like stuff that has also gained this mysterious kind of cult following and things that at the time caused mass panic because it simply adds to the lore around a film so that it almost kind of becomes a Part of that film? It involves you putting yourself into the shoes of the viewer who saw it for the first time, like could you imagine not knowing it was fake and seeing this at 11 o’clock at night alone in your house?

There’s also this tendency in audiences (who do not normally like horror films or who do not know how to view different types of them) to tear apart films where “they couldn’t see what was going on” much like the Blair Witch Project or similar films where it’s found footage/mock-news cast/mockumentary. But a foundational component to these types of stories is that it is the characters that are experiencing the plot, you are just along for the ride, and that pisses people off because they are unwilling to view it like that. Like, who cares if the camera is shaky or out of focus in that moment, you are fighting for your life, it is unrealistic for you to be concentrating on that in that moment, but it’s what audience’s expects a character to do, which is ironic that that would contribute to their belief in the film? Like “oh yeah the giant monster is coming after me, let me just set up my high powered camcorder on this steady camera track to get a good shot of it”. When I see the above listed types of titles, I know whatever I don’t see I have to leave anxiety to conjure images of for me, and that’s exactly what these films require you do.

“Nothing happened.” Yes something DID HAPPEN. But you were dependant on the camera showing it to you in a 4K HD 20 second long steady shot pointed out to you, that’s not what this subgenre is meant for. Like for some reason these types of films come under more scrutiny than any other horror sub-genre and I think that’s because people don’t know how to view them. You wouldn’t review Ju-On the same way you would review The Bride of Chucky, they’re two completely different films with two VERY different approaches to the genre. Found footage/mock news cast/mockumentary is the only sub-genre that genuinely tries to appear real, so people aren’t going into it looking for how creepy it is or well the story is, but how REAL it is, which already subjects it to biased criticism, especially when ripping on horror is usually for people wanting Look At Me I’m So Brave points and makes found footage an easy target. So yeah Ghostwatch actually wasn’t too bad

TL;DR: Ghostwatch is good, people just have to know how to view found footage/mockumentary/mock news cast films and most of them are not at crap as people think

[sugar-spice-and-everything-dice]

Savage Worlds rulebook skim first impressions! It's a long list of bullet points, so I'm gonna put it under a cut. Most of these are things that stood out to me as favorable differences from DnD 5e, since I'm looking at it through the lens of "would it be worth switching a whole campaign into?" A few of them aren't so much favorable as they are just A Difference.

There's no particular order to these, I was just jotting down notes as I read through. Overall, I think it looks very fun to at least try out. It's mechanics-light without being rules-light, if that makes sense. There are tons of rules, but the actual mechanics involved with those rules are fairly simple and apply in a lot of different contexts. A common opinion is that it runs like a pulpy action movie and I think I like that kind of feel...

seems like it would support more structured roleplay and that the core mechanics of the system aren't built around pushing the group into combat

uses the same types of dice that DnD does, in different ways (and with an extra d6 instead of a d%); each die gets its chance, too - it's not just all d20s and d6s/d8s

initiative with playing cards! this is apparently a turn-off for some people, but it sounds really fun to me

initiative order also changes every round, which seems like a cool way to keep things from getting boring/stale and takes away a little of the planning-ahead aspect in favor of impulsivity

this is technically a classless system, but there are tons of feats and drawbacks to customize the feel of a character along with their mechanics rather than just their mechanics; saw someone say they switched mid-campaign and that the players felt more like their characters were actual people

there are only four derived stats based on other stats

nice lists for customizing races (and vehicles and creatures, etc.) and I'm sure the supplemental books add even more

defined table of social encounter/persuasive reactions; still not a super robust social system, but seems more open to embellishment than 5e

critical failures are not only hard failures that can't be changed, they're also a debuff in some contexts (this is a plus for me because sometimes it feels too easy to get out of a bad roll in 5e)

characters still advance in a way that's basically analogous to levels 1-20 (technically 0-16+), but it's not so much number-based as it is narrative and skill adjustment

movement system is designed with IRL tabletop play in mind, so they measure in inches that translate to yards - just a change of pace from 5e (pun fully intended)

encumberance system is simpler...in a way; there's no worrying about multipliers and there's a reference table that lists carrying capacities

extensive mundane gear lists - the number of pages dedicated to guns alone is wild (some of the armor and weapon weights still look...unrealistic)

vehicle mechanics!! systems for vehicular weapons and combat!!!

the "ace"/"exploding" die mechanic has always seemed fun to play with

"raise" thresholds to gain extra effects on a roll instead of crit successes

"bennies" seem more integrated into the system than inspiration is in 5e - also seem more fun to give out and use

tracking injury is not an HP grind

going down in combat seems potentially more deadly if not handled immediately

"soak" rolls are interesting - basically a chance to shake off some incoming wounds

combat is a little more freeform, you have your action (of which there are many options), your movement, and any free actions that seem realistic to take; multiple actions in a round have their own mechanic and usually come with a penalty

called shot mechanics add variation to combat

relatively simple rules for healing (both magically and naturally)

clear and concise mounted combat rules! at least they look that way at first glance

really specific where it counts and simpler where it should be (rate of fire on weapons vs. movement rules)

interesting modifiers for size and speed in combat

tons of situational modifiers for combat environmental contexts (and non-combat too, I guess)

ally/companion system; allies are controlled by the players, not the GM, since they're not technically NPCs

chase mechanics! pages of them!

dramatic tasks mechanics! also pages of them!

really detailed fear mechanics...

love love love the interlude system - and RP is rewarded mechanically!

mass battle mechanics!

more realistic jumping distances! no calculations required!

table of average travel times per vehicle!

quick encounter rules for stuff you might not want to play out in full tactical mode!

love the optional, modular "flavor" rules for different genres/settings/playstyles

the magic system is notably different from DnD, but the spells themselves seem to function similarly

no more spell components - if you can see your target and you're not Bound, you can cast a spell

no spell slots, but Power Points regenerate

creature creation seems much simpler

much looser focus on balance and numbers vs. fun and narrative opportunities

Final note: some of the terminology will be hard to think of in a new context, especially with the same words, like Incapacitated being an injury state and not a condition.

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

Hello there <3

I know that you closed your requests just today, but since you said comfort requests were always welcome.. I hope I’m not bothering you with this, but I would really be so grateful if I could have a Kunikida x Fem!Reader comfort fic where the reader is constantly getting “joke” comments on her slight overweightedness, and.. it hurts? And after seeing her break down when they’re alone, Kunikida is just doing his best to show that his undying love doesn’t depend on anything related to appearance and that she’s safe with him, no matter what.

If you ever take this request into account, I will be so grateful. But if not, if you’re not comfortable with writing this kind of thing, it’s OK <3

I got right onto this when I saw it! You’re not bothering me at all! Hope this comfort fic is alright! I’m not the best with Kunikida though, so forgive me for some ooc moments and if it’s a bit on the not so well-put-together side of things.

Comfort for a slight overweight Reader |Kunikida x Female Reader|

Beneath the bright light of the sun beaming inside through uncovered windows, Kunikida observed the room. His hand worked steadily against the paper he had, before moving to type away on keys, filling the room with satisfying clicks. He worked all while listening to the playful “jokes” others were spouting. He never understood why people chose such sensitive things to joke about. There was also the fact that the female took it so carelessly. He couldn’t help but speculate something else was bubbling under your awkward chuckles and mumbled words. He never understood why people had problems with such things, but he understood such a topic was like pulling the wrong Jenga block. Women more often than men were like this. It wasn’t anything he cared about. Nowhere in his notes on his ideal woman was weight mentioned, nor was much about the physical traits of a woman listed. His ideal woman was based on morals, thoughts, personality. He supposed that’s why he cared so much for you.

After all, you were perfect inside, to him that was all that would ever matter. In fact, he wished society thought the same. Why did a woman's appearance matter so much to people? It was something he would never pay mind to. He would never have imagined the pain those jokes, which seemed harmless to him, affected you. He ignored it because you never appeared bothered by them in public. He never said anything about it because he didn’t want to overstep a boundary.

~

Having listened to the jokes all day, your body sank into a couch. Having avoided every possible mirror, you gripped your legs. The thoughts that every girl thought here and there filling your head. Pinching your skin in places you tried focusing on other things. No matter the effort you put into distracting yourself, it was too much. Walking past the kitchen, your stomach turned, trying to find anything to do, led to those thoughts surfacing. The jokes people made often hurt, like pins piercing the skin. Normally you could deal with it, normally it was bearable. Today, however, those pins were small shards of glass that refused to leave. It was no surprise you passed a mirror and found you were already breaking down. Holding yourself in your arms, you couldn’t understand why you felt like this.

With your eyes shut so tightly and your focus on the toxic thoughts, you didn’t realize somebody had led you back to a couch until you fell back. Opening your eyes, you looked up to meet the gaze of a blonde. His questioning gaze filled with worry. Despite his schedule being offset by this, he didn’t mind. You were the only person who he’d ever set aside his schedule for. The only person who he cared for without hesitation or limit. Sitting next to you, he sighed. “I don’t understand women sometimes.” With those words, he began moving his thumbs in circles around each other. Staring intently at his hands as he waited for a response. When nothing but more sounds of sobs followed, he panicked trying to find words.

Now, for as well-put-together, as he was, this man was not a comforting person. He could go on and on about philosophical topics. In fact, he was an expert in such talks, especially on morals. When it came to comfort, he struggled, he didn’t know what to say or what way to touch you. He failed in those areas, and it was rather nerve-racking to be put in such a spot where he had to use comfort. Trying to think of something to do, he ratchets to pull you close. With a gentler voice, he expressed his thoughts on the matter. “You’re stunning y/n. My love doesn't change because of appearance, it's who you are on the inside that matters. Even a street-rat who hasn’t bathed can be the most beautiful creature, just as the finest looking woman on earth can be the ugliest human on the planet.” with a pause he ran his hand over your shoulder. “You're perfect in and out, there is nothing to be ashamed or upset over.” He continued to try and comfort you, even though he was inexperienced with such things. Seeing the small smile that ran rampant over your lips was enough to let him sigh. The worry he had been making things worse slowly fading as he leaned back. “I guess I should add 'practice comfort' into my schedule at some point.” He grumbled, glancing in your direction.

When you nodded slightly, shoving his shoulder, a half-smile crossed his lips. “Yeah, you really should.” leaving a peck on his cheek, you stood up, but not before turning to him. “Thanks for the things you said.”

Kunikida nodded as he stood up. Wiping the remaining tears from your face, he messed with your hair. “I meant every word of it. You really are the very definition of perfect. What others think shouldn’t matter, I’m the one who is more important to you, right? So my opinion should be the one your trust most. Beauty standards are biased and overly sexual anyways.'' That was one of the world's truths. Women were expected to be perfect, and it was unrealistic.

[icingspring]

A list of things that GoT, Endgame, and TRoS have taught me:

-Satisfy the plot; if you set something up a certain way, don't just decide to deviate from it for no reason. As a creator I have a duty to satisfy the story, and also the audience. I want the audience finishing my story and going "Yes, that's the end." And be able to sigh, think for a moment, and feel satisfied. Not feel like their time was wasted.

-Answer the Questions; I might not be able to answer every question, but I can answer the points that need a solution. I can at least make it have a logical conclusion.

-Don't Kill a Character for Depth; Characters can die, but a character death should not be the substitute for emotional depth. There should be a reason for the death.

- Don't Unexpectedly Kill a Character; kind of a second part to the one above. Especially when it comes to main characters, just suddenly having them die when there was no reason for them to? Just so you can shock people? You should know the ending of your characters from the beginning of the journey. If you don't know their ending, then you can't truly bring justice to the character.

- Stop Being So Fucking Tragic; Look, sometimes tragic stories are beautiful, but I personally think they should mostly stay in the historical and indie genres. Not science fiction and fantasy. Some tragedy is good, but why the does THE END have to also be tragic? I go to movies and read books to ESCAPE tragedy and heartache. Yes there's a little through the journey, but the end is always worth it. Don't say your film/show is hopeful, or fun, or even bittersweet and not deliver. Say it with me now: A main character surviving ALONE is NEITHER hopeful, fun, or bittersweet. It's just fucking SAD!

-It's OK for the Audience To Guess the Ending: I think the biggest thing this decade is creators being obsessed with audiences not being able to guess how the story ends. Here's a fucking shocker for those creators: IF NO ONE CAN GUESS THE ENDING THEN YOU HAVEN'T SET UP THE STORY WELL! You can make an audience member go "hold up, is this ending going to happen?" And have that uncertainty, but if no one saw how your story would end (with the exception of mysteries) then you didn't set up the story in a cohesive enough manner.

-Once a Story Is Done, It Should be Done; I can slightly understand killing off a main character to prevent some other outside parties from putting pressure to make "more" even when the story is done. However, this is the point of standing your ground. You are the owner, it is your property, and you have the right to make the decision to say "No, I ended that story in a satisfying way. Yes, the characters are still alive but their time is over." Also, on a side note with that, make sure that if you ever sign your creative work to someone to help distribute, you make sure the contract says nothing about them owning the franchise and continuing it with or without your support.

- Romance Should Make People Happy; If your story is going to have a romance, please don't always make it tragic. Sometimes a tragic romance is beautiful and bittersweet. But when you already have characters who are damaged, bruised, touch starved, and need somebody to love and hold them, why are you making it extra tragic? Why are you making these characters so desperate for real happiness, then not giving it to them? That's dissatisfying, it's heart-wrenching in the worst of ways, and it makes audience's not want to go back and watch it again. Seriously, it hurts too much to watch. What a fucking concept: People don't like to constantly be sucker punched in the heart with endless suffering.

- Don't Create Unrealistic Expectations; These companies are trying so hard to keep their franchise a secret the day of the release; that I'm fine with. What I'm not fine with are what everyone else is forced to say to comply with said policy. They leave audience members with non-answers that give way to wild speculation, crazy different theories, and ultimately leads to everyone's disappointment. You don't want to reveal? Then simply say "I can't tell you." Or "I unfortunately can't talk about that, yet."

- Don't Fanservice; This goes in hand with the plot. If you have a multiple part series, you need to stick with your plan no matter what happens. Sometimes fans want a lot out of a story, which can be both a great and terrible thing. It shows interest in the project, but it also puts pressure on the creator to advance the plot lines the audience wants, and that could simply be too much for both the story and the creator. So stick with your gut, and only change a character or story arc if YOU decide that it's better that way.

These are all not necessarily for all three of them at the same time. Some are for two, some just for one, and some for all. Either way, they are things I have learned from being in these fandoms, spending so much time on each of them, and being brutally disappointed for varying reasons. 2019 has kicked my ass when it comes to fandoms and ships.

If anyone has any more they wish to add, feel free to give it a reblog with your own additions. I look forward to reading them.

[clockwork-fayz]

The Most Perfect Proposal

Alternate Title: A Very Disney Telenovela Proposal

Or the fanfiction that came to me in an actual dream I had and I had to write it. 

Matteo, Simon, and Gastón all get the idea in their heads that they need to propose to their significant others. A chance encounter at a jewelry store leads our three boys helping each other out to orchestrate the perfect proposal. Can they pull of three proposals? Not without totally unrealistic issues arising of course!

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Matteo stared at the rings in the case, his eyebrows furrowed. Before this moment he had thought that it would be easy to pick out a ring for Luna. He knew everything about her down to her favorite font to use on posters. He figured that he would be able to walk into a ring shop and one would just scream Luna to him. But this was the fifth shop he had been in, and nothing seemed to fit.

Matteo had been thinking about proposing for quite a long time before he decided to make it a reality.

In fact he could remember the day that he realized he was going to marry her.  It had been a year after they had started dating (the second time around).  Luna was sitting with Matteo in first class on their way to Spain to start off Matteo’s first international tour.

Months before, in the planning stage of his tour, Matteo had gotten the brilliant idea of having skating be a part of the concert and having Luna be one of the dancers. It was perfect for Luna; not only did she get to go on tour with her boyfriend but she was getting paid to do it. She had been in charge of the choreography and Matteo had to admit it was her best work yet.

Luna had never been to Europe before and to say she was excited was an understatement. She had spent an entire night researching every place that they were stopping and created a list of everything she wanted to do. Some more realistic than others.

“Mi amor, I don’t think that we will be able to do all of this.  Stalking the royal family will take a couple of days at least and we are only in London for a night.”

“But what’s the point of going to England if I don’t get to see one royal Matteo.  Honestly, why are we going on this tour then.”

Matteo shook his head at her amused. “You are right. Forget performing in front of sold out crowds, let’s get arrested for breaking into the palace.”

“That’s the spirit!”

It was the middle of the night on the plane, and Luna was fast asleep snuggled against him. The movie they were watching was still playing on the TV, the fast paced action sequences unable to awake her from her dead sleep.  Matteo wasn’t tired, but he was perfectly content watching her breathe.

She looked so peaceful, the blanket pulled up to her chin, her hair falling into her face. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was midnight in Buenos Aires. It was officially their one year anniversary.  Not that Luna would remember that it was their anniversary, she was terrible at dates.  But Matteo was never one to forget things like that.  He could still tell you the date and time it was when he first ran into her in Cancun all those years ago.

Who would have thought he would be here now with her? When he met her for the first time, there had been an immediate spark between the two of them, but he never considered that one day Luna would be asleep on him while they flew off on an adventure and with hundreds of memories behind them.  He thought of the first time he kissed her; how he had been secretly dying to do it for weeks and how right it felt when he finally did. He thought of every kiss afterwards, how even now kissing her made him feel like he was flying. Of how her walking in the room still made his heart beat faster.  Of how she knew him better than anybody.  Of all the walks in the parks, the scary movies watched, the jokes they shared.

It was an overwhelming feeling. It felt like he had hit a tidal wave of thoughts.  Once the thought was there, he couldn’t think of anything else.

He had to spend the rest of his life with Luna.  He was going to marry her.

The thought enveloped him as he watched her sleeping. It was an excitable feeling.

He knew he wouldn’t propose until far in the future. She would kill him if he proposed when they were so young. There was no rush. But from that moment on, the fact was in the back of his mind that she was his forever.  Even when they argued, even when the fights got so bad she was screaming at him and he would walk out slamming the door, even then he knew that Luna was the only girl for him.

Luna shifted, jarring him from his thoughts and making him jump just a little.  She woke slightly, murmuring “Everything ok Teo?”

“Si, mi amor,” he said, rubbing her arm, “Everything is perfect.”

Now it was five years later. She was 24 and he was 25. They had spent six years together, full of adventures, fights, makeups, and him adoring every moment with her. It was time to make forever official.  

As he stood at the case pondering what Luna would prefer, he heard a voice behind him.

“Matteo?”

“ Gastón ?”

……

You could say that Simón always thought he was going to marry Ámbar .  Even before they were together, and she still guarded herself with sharp words and poor decisions, he could only imagine a future where they were together.

There was one moment that really cemented it in his mind though.  He remembered it fondly. He was walking up to the apartment that they shared and could hear music blasting from the doorway. They had only been living with each other for a month or so.  It was a big step for Ámbar , who had always lived in mansions, to move into a one bedroom apartment in the city. She had been adjusting to things like having to buy your own groceries and cook for yourself.

Simón opened the door and Ámbar didn’t even notice.  She was standing at the mixer, spatula in hand and a mess surrounding her. She was swaying to the music and singing softly along as she read from the cookbook.

Simón closed the door loudly as not to scare her and she turned down the music when she noticed him.

“What are you doing mi amor?” he asked, taking in the scene in front of him.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be home until later, it was going to be a surprise!”

“Pedro had to leave for an appointment so I came home early. Are you baking?”

She gestured towards the counter. “Clearly. Though it is much harder than it looks. I’ve called Monica three times already.”

Simón chuckled, approaching her. “You have some flour on your cheek,” he said, brushing it off gently with his finger. “And your forehead. And all over your shirt.”

He leaned over to give her a peck on the lips. She smiled, before pushing him away.

“Well now that the surprise is ruined, you will have to help me. I can’t figure out how to add flour without it flying out of the mixer and all over!”

“For starters,” he said, assessing the situation, “You should start it off on a lower setting.”

Her eyes grew wide. “There are settings?”

Simón laughed.  “Here, let me show you.”

Ámbar watched closely as Simón taught her how to run the mixer properly. It was a lot easier now that Simón was showing her.

“It looks like we just need chocolate chips,” she said, grabbing the bag.

“But we have to hand mix those in, or a mixer will break.”

Ámbar looked back at him. “What would I do without you?”

Simón showed her how to fold the chocolate chips into the cookie dough with the cookie spatula.  

Ámbar tried a bit of the cookie dough and moaned in delight.

“Babe, you have to try this. I did so good.”

Simon let her feed him a bit off the spatula. “Mmm very good. Best cookie dough I’ve ever eaten.”

Ámbar stared at the spatula and then looked up to him with large doe eyes.

“I should bake more.” Then she turned to get the cookie sheet. He went to sit on the bar stool as she scooped the dough into balls on the pan. She was humming to the music again, focusing on making sure the balls were spaced evenly. And then it hit him.

He could suddenly see years from now what their life could be. Simón would still be making music, Ámbar would have risen in the ranks at Vidia. They would live in a house together with their kids. And although they would live busy lives, they would always make time for their family.  They would spend weekends making cookies, roller skating in the park, going to the beach. It would be a chaotic but perfect life.

Ámbar looked back at him staring at her.

“Don’t tell me that I have flour all over the back of me too?”

Simón smiled and went over to her, pulling her in for a kiss.

“No mi amor, I was just thinking of how much I love you.”

Ámbar looked at him confused but not complaining.

“I love you too.  What brought this on?”

“Nothing.  Let me help you get these cookies in the oven.”

It was thinking back to that moment that made Simón realize that it was time for him to propose to her.  He went to the jewelry store that day, not expecting to see two familiar faces inside.

…

…

…

Gastón knew he was going to marry Nina not long after they had gotten back together.

Breaking up with her was the biggest mistake he had ever made. He thought that he was helping her. He was on an entire different continent. They never got to see each other and the time difference was killer. He had convinced himself that it was for the best. It hadn’t taken him too long to realize that he was wrong.

He had tried to go out with other girls, but they were no Nina.  There was this one girl that lived down the street from him. She was gorgeous and she was obviously into Gastón . He had asked her out to a movie with him.

He should have known things weren’t going to work out when she wanted to see the latest crude humor movie. He agreed to go, to give it a chance. It was just as awful as he thought it would be.  

“Wasn’t that so funny?” the girl asked as they sat at a diner afterwards.

Gastón hesitated. “It wasn’t really my taste. I prefer sci-fi movies actually or movies that make you think. My gir- uhm my friend from back home and I used to watch old mystery movie marathons. It was lots of fun.”

“Hmm, I don’t think that I’ve watched one of those.”

“They are really good.”

An awkward silence fell over them.

“So what books do you like to read?” Gastón finally asked, trying to break the tension.

“Oh I don’t really read.”

Gastón nodded. “That’s alright. What about music?”

“Anything that’s on the radio.”

Why is this so awkward, thought Gastón . It was never this awkward on dates with Nina. With Delphi maybe, but Nina could have conversations about anything with him.  He remembered that one time they talked for an hour ranking every mainstream Shakespearean play.

No matter how many times he tried to focus on what the girl was saying, he could not stop thinking about Nina. And the girl noticed.

“ Gastón , I really like you but I don’t think we feel the same way.”

Gastón was snapped out of a memory of Nina learning to skate to surprise him.

“Que?”

The girl smiled sweetly and put a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s her name?”

Gastón looked ashamed but told her “Nina.”

“How long have you been broken up for?”

“I broke up with her a couple months ago. She lives in Buenos Aires and I am here.”

The girl sighed. “That is tough. But I can tell that you must really love this girl.  And if you love this girl that much,  you should try to make it work.”

Gastón took those words to heart and almost ran home that night so he could call Nina.

She told him that she had met someone. Gastón broke inside.

For the next few years, Gastón went on many dates but everytime that he got close to someone, he realized that he did not love them.  He started to wonder if he would ever find someone he loved as much as he did with Nina.

It had been five long years since he had last seen her when she came walking into the restaurant in Buenos Aires. It was like he had been sleeping for the past few years and seeing her had finally awakened him. The sky was brighter, the air fresher. She filled up his thoughts that night and into the next day. He had to tell her that he still loved her. He had to.

And he did. And she loved him back.

It was a few days later when Gastón had the thought that he had to marry Nina. Luna had called in the morning saying that Simón and Gastón were at the Jam and Roller and that they were going to meet them at ten and Gastón had no choice but to come with them.

Gastón was over at Luna and Matteo’s apartment in ten minutes to meet them. Nina answered the door wearing a sundress and her glasses and Gastón had thought it had been a long time since a girl had taken his breath away like this.

The four walked to the Jam and Roller, Luna rambling on about the changes Ámbar had made since she had become the head of Vidia.

“Honestly I was afraid when she said she was going to redecorate,” Luna said, “But Simón kept saying that I needed to trust her vision. I’m like oh yeah Simón , I really trust her vision. Did you ever see her bedroom in the mansion? Anyways it turned alright of course.”

The familiar exterior of their old home away from home came into view. It gave Gastón a warm feeling as he saw the sign.  

Luna was literally bouncing, Matteo holding her hand and giving her a look. It was obvious a surprise was waiting inside.

Gastón reached out and interlaced his finger’s with Nina’s.  The two walked inside.

A cheer arose as they did, and in front of them was not just Gastón and Simón , but all of their old friends. Jim, Yam, Ramiro, Pedro, Nico, and Delphi were there. Delphi was holding up a laptop with Jazmín on it. Immediately their friends noticed Gaston and Nina holding hands.

“GASTINA’S BACK?” Jim and Yam shouted at the same time.

Nina nodded, and the girls shrieked in happiness going to tackle Nina in a hug. Delphi dropped Jazmín on a table going to join, Jazmín shouting in protest.

After hugs and greetings, the gang settled in the cafeteria for juice.

“Are you back for good?” Yam asked, “Both of you?”

Gastón turned to Nina and smiled. “At least for a little while.”

Yam clapped. “You can be models in my fashion show next month! I’ve already recruited the rest of our friends too! It will be perfect!”

Nina paled a little, but Gastón squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“Ramiro, shouldn’t you be touring?” Gastón asked, “I thought you’d be in Europe.”

“I thought you would be in Europe,” Ramiro laughed, “I’m taking a break to train a team for the internationals. I get to skate and be here with the love of my life.” Yam smiled at him, grabbing his hand.  

“It is so perfect that we are all here!” Simón said, “The Roller Band recording their next album. Delphi managing the Jam and Roller. Jim being a dancer in music videos. Nina is writing her book and Gastón is taking a job here! It’s perfect!”

“Ahem,” Jazmín coughed from the laptop, “I think you are somebody.”

“Perdón Jazmín , I could never forget you,” Simón laughed. “Maybe you should come back too!”

Jazmín scoffed. “And give up this job in LA working for E! I can’t.”

Pedro raised his glass of juice.  I’d like to give a toast to the last pieces of our puzzle back together! To Gastón and Nina!”

“ Gastón and Nina!”

Gastón looked over to Nina. She was turning a little pink in the cheeks from all the attention, but Gastón could tell she was so happy.  He instinctively leaned over and kissed her hair, eliciting awws from their friends.

“I always knew that you would find your way back to each other,” Jazmín sighed. “Gastina was like the third most popular ship on Fab and Chic.”

Ámbar raised an eyebrow. “Who was first and second?”

“I’m glad you asked, I still have all of the statistics-” Jazmín started, but Simón cut her off.

“Why don’t we talk about this some other time Jazmín .”

“Agreed,” Luna said, grabbing Nina’s hand. “Nina, you need to look at Yam’s designs for the fashion show. They are muy muy chic!” Nina let go of Gastón’s hand, giving him an apologetic smile as she went to gather around Yam’s tablet.

Gastón watched her for the rest of the night, trying hard to pay attention to Ramiro’s tales of tour and updates on Roller Band, but he could not stop his eyes from drifting to wherever she was.

“Hermano, I don’t think I’ve seen you this bad since, well since you were with Nina last,” Matteo said while putting a hand on Gastón’s shoulder.

Gastón grinned. “There hasn’t been anyone else besides Nina.”

“Well make sure to not let her go this time,” Matteo said as he walked away.

Those words hit Gastón hard. He couldn’t let Nina go, ever again. She was the shining light in his world.  He wouldn’t be able to survive if she was gone again. This is why less than a year later, Gastón found himself walking into a jewelry shop one day in November, unexpectedly running into his best friend standing at the counter.  

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Writing Epilogues

I prefer epilogues so much over prologues. Epilogues take place after the story finishes and acts as a finishing touch to the story. Just like it’s fraternal twin the prologue, people often debate wether or not an epilogue is necessary because if you write a strong enough ending, the theory is that you shouldn’t have anything left to say. I mostly disagree. Are epilogues necessary? No, they aren’t necessary, but I think that a lot of series benefit from them.  Epilogues are a  satisfying close to the story. They often let you look back and have a moment of nostalgia for everything that’s happened over the course of the book or the series. As the character reminiscence on their lives, so can you. Should they replace the ending of the novel? No, if you do that then you haven’t written it properly. It’s like a little encore, a swan song for your series to end on. I love epilogues, and we’ll get into my two favorite epilogues ever later on. But first, let’s get back to our trusty pros and cons lists of writing an epilogue! 

Pros 

They can give us a sense of closure that we otherwise wouldn’t have gotten by wrapping up all the threads that couldn’t be wrapped up without a time jump. 

They can help emphasize how different everything is in the new world your characters live in. For example, if at the end of the story, your protagonist became the leader of a new country after overthrowing the evil ruler in a rebellion, the epilogue could show a snippet of them adjusting to their new rule. 

They can set up the sequel or spinoff to your series. Lots of authors use the epilogues of their books as a set up for the next book. f you have a spinoff idea, then the epilogue would be a great spot to the sow the seeds for that and get your readers interested. 

It can show an outside perspective that wouldn’t normally be shown, and show the final aftermath of whatever happened in your book. One of my favorite epilogues is the epilogue of the Handmaid’s Tale. Without any spoilers, it takes place some 200 years after the book, and I really recommend reading it for all the elements of a good epilogue that leaves the reader wanting more. 

Cons: 

Sometimes, they make the ending feel too perfect and therefore unrealistic. Lots of authors feel obligated to make epilogues the perfect happy-ending bubble which might hurt the overall message of the series thus far.

They can divide readers over the ending of your series. Lots of readers, myself included, like the freedom that not having an epilogue or a definitive ending gives readers. Readers like to imagine what happened to their favorite characters, and it keeps them engaged in the story way after it’s ended. 

They can also weaken your ending. Some epilogues come off as thrown together and really weak writing that contradicts the original resolution of the story.

They can also sometimes feel like extra filler that doesn’t add anything to the story. Like everything else in your story, epilogues need to add something to the story, and if they don’t, then readers may see it as a waste of their time and unimportant. 

So, here are some tips on how to write an epilogue!

Read Other Epilogues

Reading epilogues of popular books and comparing them is a great way to familiarize yourself with somethings readers expect in epilogues. Like I said earlier, one of my favorite epilogues is the epilogue of the Handmaid’s Tale. It’s a really good representation of everything an epilogue should be in my opinion. I would also recommend reading the epilogue of Animal Farm by George Orwell. It emphasizes the theme of the book and gives a sinister glimpse of the future of all the animals at the animal farm after the events of the book. Other epilogues you might want to read are the epilogue of Mockingjay in the Hunger Games or the Deathly Hallows. I actually hate the Deathly Hallows epilogue for 1,000s of reasons I won’t go into, but I really enjoyed the epilogue of Mockingjay. It finished up Katniss’s story well for me and gave me all the closure I needed!

Don’t Overdo It!

If your epilogue is getting longer than the average length of your chapters, then you might need to cut it off or consider putting some of information in earlier actual chapters. Most epilogues are 5-10 pages, but the prologue of Mockingjay, which I consider one of the best epilogues I’ve read is just two pages long. The point is, just like with prologues, keeping it short and sweet is the best advice. Although epilogues are a really great addition to the end of a story, most books don’t need them. Readers are less likely to skip an epilogue than they are to skip a prologue, but keeping it short will help keep them engaged longer. 

Don’t Introduce New Information

Even if you’re setting up the sequel or a spin-off, the seeds of that subplot should have been planted a while ago. POSSIBLE VAMPIRE DIARIES SPOILERS!! It’s like in the Vampire Diaries when Klaus goes to New Orleans, but they’ve been talking about New Orleans for like five episodes now, and we already met Hailey and saw her and Klaus do the do, so we’re not just like flabbergasted when he goes to New Orleans in the backdoor pilot for the Originals. If your spin-off focuses on the protagonist’s sister, we should have already met her, and hopefully we already like her as a character. We probably should also hear a few things about her secret mission or whatever her story will be about. The epilogue is when you hint at those things having a greater importance to the story, but the overall information should not be new to your readers. 

I really hoped this helped someone! Epilogues can be a great finishing touch to your story! If you’re having trouble writing an epilogue, I would suggest starting with your main character. They’re the center of your story, and the reason for most of the events. Even if we know wether or not your main character survived the great battle, defeated the evil king, or took their rightful place as Queen of the land, we, as readers, still want to know a little more of what becomes of them after that. Epilogues don’t have to be 10 or 20 years in the future, they can literally take place three days after the battle or even three hours. Whatever works for your story!

[lovingleehaechan]

I adore you. - Jung Jaehyun (Part II)

genre: fluff, angst(?)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: curse words

a/n: why hello there... long time no post T-T i know, it’s been too long since this awaited update but i’m back to writing now! it’s been a busy couple of months and i haven’t had time to sit back and actually enjoy writing without getting so stressed :( i hope this update is enough to fill the void for now. but for sure after this one, it’ll pick up. do you think y/n and jaehyun will have a happy ending? or will it end in an oof situation? stay tuned my loves! 

with all my love, summer x

It’s December, everyone knows what that means, exam season. Though it’s the end of semester, Jaehyun’s stress levels were through the roof. He hasn’t felt like this in a long while, unprepared and panicked over the little exams he has. In order to ease his worries, he motivates himself to go to the library and make an attempt to get something done. He can’t stand sitting on his living room couch, aimlessly scrolling through his phone while simultaneously searching for a movie to watch. 

Procrastination is and always will be a bitch but hey, at least he got himself out of the house. Even if it was just for a cup of coffee and a couple of minutes of looking at his notes. He sighs as he catches sight of the grey and miserable building in his campus. How he dreads staring at the old and ancient site. Jaehyun exhales another breath and gets himself mentally prepared for what is about to come. 

“Death and a breakdown,” his mind answers. 

As expected, the library was full of students also trying to study for their exams. Some caught with panic in their eyes while they read through their notes quickly and a few with their hands on their heads, seeking comfort from what was an oncoming breakdown. Though it was a huge building with many spots to sit and settle down with books, laptops and notes, Jaehyun always preferred the third floor, where there was a hidden bunch of tables caught in the middle of a forest of books. Not a lot of people knew of this particular spot, the only ones who knew about it were you and a couple of other friends. 

What he didn’t expect is to see you there with your earphones on, highlighter in hand, studying. He’s momentarily distracted by your calm appearance. Jaehyun never thought that someone could look so gorgeous just by being focused. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your head slowly moves in time with the music you’re listening to. 

His heart sighs again. 

His breath caught. 

And his long legs lead him to where you are. 

Without realising, he taps your shoulder. 

You turn your head slowly, reluctant to look up from the notes you just wrote. Catching sight of Jaehyun you smile with your eyes. 

“Oh hey,” you say as you take one earphone out. 

“You didn’t tell me you were in the library today.” he blurts. 

“Yeah, I legged it out this morning and forgot to ask if you wanted to come. You know how it is during exam season.” you explain to him in a hushed voice. 

Jaehyun nods, and sets himself down at the empty seat next to you. He takes out his notes, laptop and pencil case. All ready to get himself stuck at all the information he needs to learn for the coming week. 

As he gets himself setted, it only causes you to watch him as he goes about his unknowing routine whenever he’s in the library. You smile slightly, and a light chuckle comes out of your mouth. Jaehyun, busy getting himself together, didn't notice. 

He sits himself down on the chair next to you with a highlighter in his mouth and a furrowed eyebrow looking at his books. He had no idea how the fuck he was going to get all this information in his head for his exam that was two days from now. You on the other hand, went back to studying soon after you saw Jaehyun settle down. It only took a couple of minutes to get your head back into focus and immediately forgetting that your friend was there in the first place. 

A couple of hours, maybe three or two, you sigh deeply. Jaehyun had heard it over the music he was listening to. He looks over to you with a questioning look. 

You mouth, “I need a break.” and a smile breaks out from your face. 

He smiles with you, “me too,” he gestures with his fingers. 

Using your hands, you point out towards the exit, quickly followed by a gesture that indicated you wanted to eat too. 

Jaehyun nods in agreement but you decide to leave your things there as the both of you would only be gone for an hour. 

Or so you thought. 

Jaehyun didn’t realise how much he loved to spend time with you. Having a simple meal with you at the nearest convenience store is enough to have him smiling for the rest of the night. 

Your plan only consisted of having a quick meal and a brief walk around the library. But no, here you were, lying down on the couches situated in the lobby of some random building in the campus. 

“Hmm… law building.” Jaehyun voices. 

“What?” you say, as you give your best attempt to look at him, too comfortable to get up properly.

“I think we’re in the law building-” 

“I honestly can’t give two shits right now. I’m in procrastination mode. Let’s not disturb my unsettled peace.” you interrupt, rolling your eyes. 

Jaehyun chuckles once more for the nth time that day. 

“Why is it that when exam season rolls around, I’m just so stressed to the point where nothing can ease my worries and anxiety.” you suddenly voice your thoughts out loud. 

“Maybe it’s because you’re scared of failing. I know how high your standards are of yourself. Sometimes they’re unrealistic but they kinda make sense. I mean, I’m the same too.” Jaehyun sighs, exhaustion finally catching up to him. 

You stay silent for a minute, or five. 

“I can’t help it. That’s just me.” you start slowly. 

He says nothing, only nodding to encourage you to keep going. 

“I mean okay, a lot of it mostly has to do with how I see myself. I want to do well but I can never reach that place where I want to be… Yes it’s just exams but I like feeling proud of myself. I like seeing those grades that I worked hard for. But the thing is, I’m also… how do I say it. I’m only motivated when someone is there with me. Company, that’s all I need to keep myself going.” 

He stares at you. Nothing again. 

“But not everyone can give you that company,” Jaehyun states. “Not everyone understands.” 

Just like that he knew. He knew exactly what you were saying and that was all you needed. That was what both of you needed. Though there was clearly a deeper meaning to the reason, Jaehyun didn’t pry. 

He’s patient like that, he waits for you to come to him. Just like everything else in your friendship. 

It's your turn to sigh, closing your eyes. 

“Exactly,” 

He gives you a small smile. 

“Not even my own boyfriend can give me that anymore…” you finish. 

Jaehyun’s voice is caught in his throat. 

Did you really just say that out loud? After all this time, all those moments you shared with your boyfriend, Jaehyun was the first person you told. He saw how you were like in the beginning of your relationship. 

Happy, wrapped around each other's fingers, and not to mention you spent every waking moment with him whenever you got the chance. What changed he wondered. 

He didn’t know, but you were also asking yourself the same question. “Where did it all change? When did it change?” 

Taking note of your furrowed eyebrows, he made the decision to change the topic. 

“So, any plans after the exams?” keeping the topic light, despite the heavy feeling you both felt. 

“I’m not sure yet. I wanted to check out some of the Christmas markets around the city. I still need to get a few presents for my family and Doyoung and his family too.” 

“Isn’t that your entire family then?” he chuckles. 

Your eyes widen in shock which makes you sit up from your earlier position. “Fuck. You’re right.” You palm your face in distress, “ugh no.” 

He laughs a little louder, patting your head to comfort you. 

“Stop it you’re not making this any better.” panic starting to rise on your face. 

“Don’t forget mine too.” he teases, grinning at you widely.

“Shut up idiot, I already got yours.” you say, getting back to your mental list quickly after replying.

This caught Jaehyun off guard once more. His heart did a little jump again. Dammit, how can a simple sentence from you have that kind of effect on him. 

“Now I’m stressed. Fuck you bro.” you tell him after finishing your mental list. 

“I can always help you shop, you know. I’m quite good with buying presents.” he suggests. 

“Maybe that can work. It’ll lessen my stress levels. Well either lessen them or add to them, really depending on what you’re like on the day.” you chuckle. 

He opens his mouth to say something, takes a deep breath to reply something smart but he stops and nods as he says, “yeah you’re right.” 

You both laugh out loud, relieving some sort of stress from studying all morning. 

“Should we head back?” you ask, looking to your side. 

“We haven’t gotten anything to eat yet.” he points out the obvious with a look. 

“Stop it, don’t look at me like I’m dumb.” 

He rolls his eyes. 

“You of all people know that Jae. Don’t start.” 

Jaehyun smiles widely.

“Oh no here it comes.” 

You put your head in your hands. 

“I- of all people know just how dumb you really are y/n.” he starts laughing louder, making the people passing by stare at him weirdly. 

You sigh, “I just knew you were going to say that.” smiling unknowingly. 

“Dude stop.” 

But he couldn’t, he loved to tease you like that.

He loved doing everything with you. 

Oh what life would be like if he was able to kiss the living daylights out of you. 

He’d be complete. 

He wouldn’t need anything else.

Just you. 

[femmesandhoney]

Just saw your most recent posts and, not to add commentary where it was not requested, but why are most men like that?? My dad has been the exact same way in a lot of ways and I've seen the same from other men as well. It's appalling. If I were straight, I'd never want to get married. I'd be better off being a forever single woman than having to take care of myself AND make up for my husband's slack and immaturity. It would more than likely end in a divorce for me anyways. Might as well bypass all the legal expenses of that by just not getting married at all.

Thankfully I'm bi, so there's the potential to marry another woman. But in a worst case scenario, I could probably just have a "wedding" ceremony where I dedicate myself to myself for the rest of my life. I'd get the beautiful dress, a party, AND a delicious cake at the same time! It's a win for everyone involved, honestly.

i think my mom lets a lot of his behavior slide because he's slightly disabled, he's had a stroke before, so doing stuff like traditional cooking is legit hard for him. but theres so many simple ways to cook that don't require insane knife skills or anything crazy. like damn i don't think im that unrealistic for thinking he could make something. the problem is he spent years before getting married never even trying to see what he could do with his limitations, he basically only ever ate out or at bars. so its like he just expects everyone else to accept he's useless at cooking and other things. like he does a few things around the house, like dishes and laundry, but he doesn't like clean. everything always is so messy until me or my mom clean and im always annoyed cause again he lived by himself for most of his adult life, he had to have had to clean at some point right?? so why doesnt he here. why doesn't he try to go grocery shopping? my mom literally just says "well he doesn't know what to buy for you" so maybe HELP him? Give him a list of stuff you normally buy so he can go get it when ur at work? Like just regular adult stuff he just acts so useless with.

Like we women all know why men think this is acceptable behavior 🙄

[iraacundus]

Butterfly Lies - Four

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mafialeader kun x reader

words: 3.8k

genre: smut, angst, fluff

warnings: smut (degredation, dom!kun, sub! reader); mentions of torture death and violence

money makes people do strange things, is what people would say, it can even motivate them to murder. kun didn’t have people killed for the money, he had them killed for the power, he was a monster among men, is what people would say. in reality kun had only ever been motivated by one thing, his love for you

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When you were actual allowed to start your real job at Qian Industries, it was weirdly fun. You spent all of your mornings with Ten, explaining to him why his ideas were wildly unrealistic and crazy and providing him with more sensible ones.

“Why would the office need to be near an ice cream place, I like ice cream as much as the next person Ten but I just don’t think that is essential,” you explained, “plus that would make the office very close to a G7 territory, they aren’t on the list of enemies and I guess we don’t want to add them to that list, it would probably involve unnecessary death.”

You put a big read x over the address Ten had proposed.

“I question your priorities there but okay…” Ten said. He was questioning your priorities? Maybe Kun had assigned you this job and ordered Ten to annoy you out of the company. Somehow you knew that wasn’t true, Ten was just Ten.

“If you don’t shut your ass up, I’m going to start leaving random fruits on your desk you idiot.” It was the one thing Kun had told you that would give you leverage over Ten – his fear of fruits.

Ten huffed, throwing his pen down at the map dramatically.

“Then where do you suggest?” he asked.

You picked up a black marker and drew a circle round two different locations,

“Both of these work, one is better for efficiency but the other is slightly closer to the NCT office which could be useful for collaboration. It would be better to be further away from them though so that we cover more area combined, but I’m not against that location so you can pick between the two,” you explained.

Ten looked vaguely impressed. He picked up the red marker and drew an X over the closer location.

“We go for efficiency then.”  

You held your hand up, giving Ten a high five.

“The best team that V has,” you said. Ten raised an eyebrow.

“WayV, is the name of the gang you know?” he said, “or clearly you don’t know, people just graffiti the V because that’s easier.”

That made more sense, a single letter wasn’t a great name for any brand.

“But yes, we do make a good team,” he relented, “in that you’re smart and I’m stunningly good-looking.”

You let him have that one.

The day didn’t slow down from there, next you were expected to go and learn some skills with Lucas. You were marginally apprehensive about what skills entailed but trusted Kun knew what he was doing.

Lucas was staring out of the office window when you walked in, so he didn’t notice you.

“Hello?” you said, making him aware of your presence.

“Sorry there was a cute puppy on the street,” he said turning around to grin at you. Your first question was how he saw the puppy from the street when you were on the sixteenth floor. Your second question came after his second statement.

“So, have you ever stabbed someone before?” You decided he was dangerously nonchalant in asking you that question.

You stared at him for a second trying to figure out just quite how sarcastically to answer.

“Yeh, I stabbed a guy just last week for jumping the queue, he had a right smirk on his face. No of course I have never stabbed someone you idiot, like most people have never done that, like a high percentage.”

Lucas shrugged.

“Just would have made my job easier if you had but its chill,” he replied.

He then proceeded to hand you a knife and get you to practise stabbing a dummy he had set out, showing you different tactics for self-defence. He also showed you how to disarm and attacker or just fight someone without a weapon.

He wanted to show you how to fire a gun, but you refused to learn, you didn’t think it was necessary. You also didn’t want to contribute to the number of guns in the city or gun violence.

“We can’t go to the hospital, so you have to learn how to deal with stab wounds, how to slow the bleeding and how to do stiches also,’ Lucas explained. You were weirdly excited at the prospect of this.

It was exactly the kind of area you felt you could be additionally useful without having to resort to mindless violence. You would just help with the aftermath of mindless violence instead.

As you stitched the fake arm you struggled to understand how Kun was calm enough to have done this to himself. He was truly his own brand of strangely impressive but also maybe insane.

You had actually planned to meet him later on for dinner. You were slightly stressed about it because you really didn’t want to have to talk about the whole, ‘kiss’ situation, you reckoned it wouldn’t be beneficial for your friendship to linger on the reasons you refused to commit to Kun.

You also knew it wasn’t beneficially for our friendship to ignore him, thus you agreed to go. You thanked Lucas for helping you and walked into the elevator, planning to stop by and ask Kun what kind of restaurant it was so you knew what to wear before you went home.

You arrived outside his office where the door was open, and no one was inside. You didn’t think anything of it, he was probably just busy elsewhere.

At the same time, you got a text from Johnny, one of the guys who worked out in Korea about the office location. You had a bit of free time, so you decided to go look for Ten and tell him what Johnny had said.

You decided to go to random floors and explore a bit. You had only been to a few parts of the building. You looked at the options on the lift and were surprised to find the building had multiple basement levels.

You guessed it might be carpark and thought it would be fun to see what kind of cars they drove to work out if any of Kun’s guys were just as rich as him. You pressed B1 and the lift went down.

It was a carpark, but it was empty, so you decided to go down the steps to the next level.

B2 was decidedly not a basement. The door to it was locked by a pass that said top level security clearance only. You held your pass up and it opened the door, it beeped green and opened. You were surprised Kun had given you that level of access, you had expected the door to not let you in.

There was a big sign inside the basement entrance with another reception desk. Yet this time the reception desk said WayV above it in big letters. Not Kun industries.

You had stumbled across where the real action occurred. You felt a lump rise in your throat, you were terrified yet so intrigued that you couldn’t walk away.

Yangyang was sitting at the desk with his feet up and jumped when he saw you.

“y/n!” he said, “how did you get in here?”

“With my pass,” you said wiggling it, smile on your face, hoping if you faked like you were meant to be there enough, he wouldn’t question it.

“I thought you were working with Lucas and then you were done, what brings you here?” he looked slightly nervous.

“I know what’s happening in there,” you said, hoping that he inferred something from your statement that would stop his questioning.

“Uh, okay then go on ahead,” he said, sitting back down. You felt bad, knowing that he would probably get in trouble again for this, he clearly had been demoted a lot if he was on desk duty.

You pushed open a door on your right and entered a badly lit corridor. There were a few doors, but you heard voices coming from further on down, so you walked towards that. The door was left open slightly and so you stood next to it, you could see but you could here.

You heard someone get hit, groaning in pain, causing you to flinch.

“Tell me where he fucking gave you this letter or I will rip your fingernails out one by one until you change your mind,” you heard Xiaojun’s voice. There was something so terrifying about how such a seemingly nice guy could be here, doing this.

“No fucking time Jun, either he tells us, or we shoot his buddy here,” this time it was Kun’s voice which was so much worse.

“Fuck you!” came an angry reply immediately followed by a gunshot.

“Now your friend is dead, tsk, tsk, tsk,” Kun said his voice unlike anything you had ever heard before.

“And so is your leverage,” the man replied. Kun laughed. He laughed, you were so shocked, his laugh was so like him yet so not.

“You have other friends, other partners, no?” Kun began, “You are not the only two we have or the only two we can get. Lucas here will get your other buddies from next door, one by one. I will shoot them one by one. When we run out, he will capture more, I will kill more. That is unless you fucking tell us, how you got the piece of paper.”

“Just kill me… please,” the man begged.

“But that would be so easy wouldn’t it, where’s your flair for the dramatique? Get the next one in,” Kun said.

You panicked; you knew you should leave before someone saw you, but your legs wouldn’t move.

Lucas opened the door and stepped out, face to face with your tear-filled eyes.

“Shit,” was all he said. He grabbed your arm and pulled you a few steps along so everyone in the room could see.

“We have a visitor,” Lucas said, “Yangyang still can’t do his job it seems.

You saw Kun’s face turn from a sick smile, to something unreadable. You saw the blood spatters on his hands, a dead body being rolled into a tarpaulin on the floor by Hendery and Sicheng and you saw a man tied up in the middle of the room.

The time it took for your brain to recognise the situation was enough time for your brain to finally send signals to your legs.

You dodged round Lucas and ran for the door. You ran back out of the hallway past the desk where Yangyang saw you running and now looked worried and up the stairs. You skipped the lift and continued up the stairs to the main entrance before running out the front door.

You stopped a taxi in the street and asked it to drive you home. Your only real thought was that you didn’t want to think.

You pulled out your phone. You knew Kun wouldn’t try to contact you. He was nice like that, he wouldn’t impose. He also murdered people for information. He was evil like that.

You texted Yuyan.

Need to go clubbing tonight, can you meet me at the snake house at seven?

The snake house was your favourite bar, it was right near a good club and you couldn’t wait until the club opened to drown out your memories with vodka.

You stopped at home briefly to throw on some new makeup and a dress, they wouldn’t let you into the club otherwise before walking to the bar.

Yuyan was waiting outside.

“Not to be mean y/n,” she said, ‘but you look rough, did you fall down the stairs? Your face is a weird colour, are you sick?”

“Not sick, emotionally traumatised, shall we drink,” you said dragging her through the door of the snake house. Yuyan just laughed, she thought you were joking or exaggerating, probably assumed the mental trauma was just an awkward meeting or something similar.

You stood at the bar.

“Can I get a rum and coke?” Yuyan said to the barman, who nodded.

“I’m going to level with you, can you just give me that bottle of tequila and a straw please,” you asked.

“So, a real bad day then?” Yuyan said raising her eyebrows.

“The worst.”

You sipped your tequila with a straw, it wasn’t super pleasant to drink this way, but it did have the effect you had hoped for, it made you drunk very fast.

You had practically passed out in the bar seat by eight-thirty.

“How are we meant to get into the club when you can’t even stand?” Yuyan chastised, pulling the bottle out of your hands.

“If I stop drinking now, I should sober up slightly by ten,” you said and Yuyan couldn’t argue with that.

By ten you were in fact able to stand and just about managed to get into the club, the bouncer did give you a look but Yuyan was looking pretty so he let you in anyway. A fucked-up system but it worked in your favour.

Inside the club you were still drunk, but slightly more in control, you found a random guy on the dancefloor and started making out with him. Trying to push the resurfacing memories of Kun out of your mind.

It didn’t really work. You were sobering up by the minute and so left the random guy you had found to go back over to the bar. You downed three shots and could almost hear your liver complaining before getting back to the dancefloor.

It still didn’t help but your drunk confidence was back, you found Yuyan again and explained your alcohol fuelled plan.

“I’m going to call him, I’m going to tell him to stop being bad, how dare he be like this, he is meant to be a good guy.”

You had never told Yuyan about Kun, so she had no idea what you were talking about,

“Are you sure this is a good idea, drunk calling a guy rarely is,” she advised, “but that clearly won’t stop you,” she said laughing as you walked towards the door. It was fine to leave her because a few of your other friends had shown up by this point.

You rang Kun, standing inside by the entrance to the club.

“I need to talk to youuuu!” you shouted down the phone when he answered, “I need to talk to bad Kun because he’s making my heart sad.”

Kun sighed down the end of the phone.

“Where are you at, I will come pick you up,” he said.

“The club next to snake house,” you said, hanging up the phone and wandering outside. There were still people queuing to get in on the street. It was only just before midnight. The cold air sobered you up slightly and you were already regretting your phone call decision.

Minutes later, Kun’s SUV pulled up and he opened the door from the inside so you could get in. You pulled your heels off and climbed into the front seat.

“I hate you sometimes Kun,” you said.

“I’m sorry,” he replied. Like ever he really did sound sorry. You didn’t know what to say now he was here.

“I wish I had no feelings for you at all,” you iterated, “it would make things so much easier.”

Kun’s apartment wasn’t far from the bar. He stopped the car and got out, you followed silently until you reached the inside. Kun shut his door behind you both carefully.

“Do you want me to explain?” Kun asked, his face looked so sad, you knew how much your words hurt him, but you also knew how important is was to tell him the truth.

“Let’s have sex,” you said to which Kun almost fell over.  

“Your drunk and well, given the situation I don’t think that is the best choice, we need to talk about this.”

“I’m not that drunk anymore.” You replied, “and talking hasn’t gotten us anywhere.”

“Are we gonna fuck because you love me or because you hate me?” he asked.

“Does it matter?” you countered. Kun answered by bringing his lips to yours, pushing you up against his wall, biting your lip softly as your hands gripped his hair.

“We’re only in this situation because you’re a bad girl who can’t do what she’s told,” he whispered in your ear, undoing the buttons of his shirt, “I gave you a job, I take you to dinner, I do everything for you and yet you still can’t behave for me.”

His words were turning you on, so you tried to kiss him again, but he pushed you back against the wall.

“Not yet baby, bad girls have to wait,” he said, still unbuttoning his shirt, painfully slowly before throwing it on the floor. Your eyes blazed at the sight of his chest, Kun really was the perfect man, excluding his violent activities.

Kun stepped forward again until your bodies were millimetres apart. He pushed your dress up slightly, his hand pressing against your bum, pulling you towards him across the final short distance.

He stared down into your eyes, you had no way of discerning what his thoughts were, his face was blank.

“Are you sure this is what you want? Will you be a good girl for me?” he asked, his hand playing with the zip of your dress, teasing you with the opportunity to back out, knowing that you wouldn’t.

You nodded. He immediately pulled the zip down, your dress falling to the floor moments later. You hadn’t worn a bra, but you were too tipsy to be self-conscious. You wouldn’t have needed to be anyway.

“You are so beautiful,” Kun said, his normal softness fleeting over his face for a second before it was gone again. He brought his lips back to yours, kissing you more aggressively this time, his fingertips brushing over your nipple lightly in comparison.

His fingertips traced down your stomach lightly, stopping just above the waistband of your panties.

“Cute,” he said, referencing your underwear with pink bunnies on, you hadn’t prepared for the current situation. You made a face at him, but he just chuckled, “I mean it, you’re cute,” he said, before pulling them down your legs.

The dichotomy was almost too much for you to handle. His hand brushed between your legs,

“I knew you could never resist me, I’m too handsome,” he said, licking the glistening moisture off of his fingers.

Your legs weakened even with that small touch, a problem that worsened when Kun began to rub gentle circles into your clit. You groaned slightly, desperate for more, but Kun was unwilling to give it to you yet.

“Such a slut, don’t think I didn’t notice that your lipstick was smudged when you got into the car.” He said, finally pushing two fingers inside of you as he trailed kissed down your neck, your arms wrapped around him.

“But now you’re my slut,” he said, his fingers moving at a painfully slow speed.

“Faster,” you begged, your breath raspy. Kun ignored you, continuing to do things his way, clearly enjoying it from the grin on his face.

You thought about ways to get what you want, and it didn’t take you long. You had never guessed Kun would be so into sex like this, but now you did you could use it against him.

“Please,” you said, “I’ll do anything you want; I’ll be a good girl.” Kun raised his eyebrows slightly before grinning again.

“As tempting as that is, you will do what I want anyway like a good little slut.”

Well your plan failed but when he added another finger you forgot all about that. You started to whine slightly, feeling your orgasm rise within you but just before you could cum, Kun moved his hand away, leaving you empty.

Kun walked away to sit on the sofa, his eyes still locked on yours. You could see the growing bulge in his sweats. The thought of sucking him off almost turned you on enough to dissipate your annoyance at his previous actions.

You followed him over and knelt down on the floor between his legs, undoing his jeans and pulling his waistband down, letting his cock spring free. It was thicker than you had anticipated as you wrapped your hand around the tip, moving your hand down slowly.

At first you planned to give him the same treatment he gave you but when you began to suck, Kun’s hands tangled in your hair, pushing your head down faster and deeper, you could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat, causing Kun to moan.

“Look at me,” Kun said, your eyes moving to stare up at him, as he continued to fuck your face on his cock. The look of pleasure on his face making you wet all over again.

Staring into your eyes as you sucked his dick was clearly too much for Kun as he came in your mouth seconds later, grinning when you swallowed it all.

“Fuck you’re brilliant,” he said, “the best whore for me.”

“Please Kun, will you fuck me now, I’m being a good slut, just for you,” you said, still staring up at him, feeling his dick harden beneath your fingers at your words.

He nodded, you climbed onto the sofa, kissing him softly before getting onto your hands and knees.

“Look at you just ready to be fucked, you really are a fucking whore for me,” Kun said, slapping your ass, the sting only making you more desperate to feel him inside of you.

“Are you taking the pill?” Kun asked, you nodded.

That was the final thing he needed to hear. He slammed his dick into you, setting a merciless pace from the start, his cock filling you up entirely.

Kun spanked you again before he placed his hand over your mouth as you screamed out in pleasure.

“Jesus the neighbours will all know whose dick gets you wet at that volume,” he said. You moaned into his hand as he continued to fuck you, his own low groans only adding to your pleasure.

You could feel his dick beginning to throb inside of you.

“Fuck you’re going to take my load like the dirty whore you are,” Kun said, removing his hand from your mouth, instead pulling your hair as his dick slammed deeper into you.

“Yes,” you whined,

“I want to hear you say it,” Kun demanded.

“I’m a dirty whore who is going to be filled up with your cum,” you whined, feeling your walls contracting around his pulsing dick.

He final came inside of you, the feeling of his cum filling you up as he fucked it deeper into you causing your own high as you called out his name.

Kun pulled out and sat down onto the sofa, pulling you down next to him.

“Can we just sit here for a second?” he asked, his normal kind tone returning. You kissed his lips softly.

“I don’t see why not.”

[paulsmashedpotato]

hi there! um . . . . if you're not too busy, would you please write something with john lennon, and 62 & 23 from the prompt list? thinking angsty w/ something happy at the end but you can decide :) hope you're well 💛

I'm sorry this took like four or more days, you probably forgot you even requested from me (╯︵╰,)

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I Like You!

Pairing: John Lennon x reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: None!

Note: Eric's a random name/character for the story!

"John!" You called your closest friend from Biology class as you spotted him walking out from their lecture hall. His face lightened up when he saw you. "Hi," he greeted back, taking your bag from you and hanging it on his shoulder. "You finished early today."

You nodded. "Our Prof had to leave early for a meeting."

You and John had been friends since first year when he sat next to you in Biology and found out you had a few similar subjects to take. You were now both in your last year and even though you only had one common subject now, you were still really close. He's been walking home with you since the week you became friends and you even get lunch together if your schedules met.

"I bought a new movie tape, you wanna watch it with me tonight?" He asked, tilting his head down a bit to look at you. You pursed your lips before sighing. "Can't," you said, "seeing a friend tonight."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Who?"

"Eric," you answered, slightly sheepish, not even noticing his expression. "Eric? That guy on the third seat on the front row?" You slowly nodded. "I thought we agreed he had the worst haircut?"

You giggled. "That was first year, John. I thought I'd give him a chance, he's the only one who ever showed interest in me." John wrinkled his nose in disagreement. "You'd rather go see Eric than watch a movie with your friend, really?"

"I mean, he might be a potential boyfriend. I can't risk that," you jokingly said. "Besides, we'll be dating someone in the future, we won't always be able to do things together," you paused to look at him, he was just mindlessly looking at every person that walked past the two of you. "Think of now as a... practice or something."

"Not if you'll be my girlfriend and I'll be your boyfriend."

You choke on air, letting out a dry cough as you looked at him. "What?" You laughed. "That's so unrealistic."

He pressed his lips together. "Right. Haha." You walked to the bus stop together and you took your bag from him there, he looked down at you. "Why'd you take it?"

"I won't be coming home with you today," you said. "You should go ahead." He didn't say anything, he just gave you a nod and a small smile. He lifted his hand to show you a hesitant wave before getting in the bus.

You were going to walk away when you heard John shout your name, you turned to see him sticking his head out the bus. "I have to tell you something really important! Come on!" He invited. "I can't, John —"

"Please." He smiled sadly. You worriedly looked at him and then at the last person who was about to get on, trying to make a quick decision.

"Ahhh! Fine!" You panicked, running towards the bus door just in time before it closed. You ran to where he was seated and plopped down beside him. "It better be important!" You said. "I'm ditching a date for you."

He let out air through his nose as if laughing silently. "It's very important."

"What is it?" You asked. He frowned. "Can we wait when we get home?"

"Your home or mine?"

"Mine?" He said unsure, he looked at you as if asking if it was alright with you, you nodded. "Longer ride then," you sighed, fixing your bag on your lap and leaning on his shoulder.

There was a short few minutes of silence that felt like forever before he talked again. "Remember when I gave you that stuffed toy you said you really liked back at the carnival?"

You lightly nodded. "I sleep with it every night since then," you giggled. "Thanks for that again."

"D'you know why I gave you that?" He asked quietly. You hummed and nodded, "Yeah. 'Cause you're the best friend in the world and you said I deserved it because I'm also the best person in the world and you really liked me."

"Yeah... I like you, y/n," he muttered. You sat up and playfully punched him, playing coy. "Aww, I like you too, dum-dum, you know that."

He shook his head. "No, like, like you... Like you. I like you."

"I like, like you, like you too," you giggled, playfully rolling your eyes."Why would we still be friends if I didn't like you?"

"No, I love you, Y/n. That's a deeper word and I don't know how else to let you know."

"What d'you mean?"

"Aww, I love you too, John," you cooed. "Tell you that everyday."

He groaned, leaning back on his seat and dramatically sliding to the side and hitting his head gently on the window. "It's so hard to admit to you!"

"I'd say I really, really love you and you'll still think I'm saying it as a friend," he quietly said, looking outside the window. You wrinkled your eyebrows but your face softened again when you processed what he said.

You never looked at everything he was doing to/for you with romantic intentions — purely as a friend. You didn't like assuming and he's never really said anything about it so you thought he really was just being a friend. Besides, you two were really, really close so you were comfortable telling each other everything even I love yous as a friend.

"Sorry, it's so weird," he said, putting his hand up to the side of his head to cover his face. "So you like-like me? Like, as a potential partner — not as a friend?" You asked, pulling his hand down.

"Ahhh.... Pffffff —" he huffed. "Yeah — I mean, why not? You're the best person I've ever met."

You smiled sweetly. "You really mean that? Not just because I'm your friend?"

"Yeah — wait, did you think I was only saying that because you were my friend? Y/n, I'd think you're perfect even if we weren't friends. Everyone loves you."

You just smiled, not really knowing how else to respond. He sat properly and sighed, "So... Are you still going to that date with uh... with Eric?"

You looked up the roof of the bus then smiled at him. "I think the movie with you is better."

He felt a huge load lift off his shoulders and he breathed out the air he didn't even realize he was holding in. "Good, then. I don't like him so stay away from him," he mumbled. You giggled, leaning back on his shoulder. "If you told me how you felt sooner, I wouldn't have entertained him."

"Hey — I've been trying to tell you since the first year we were friends — you kept replying with, Aww, I like you too, John. I'm happy you're my friend too, John. I wanna spend my life with you too, John, imagine your kids and my kids being best friends too."

"Oh shut up, how am I supposed to know those words meant more as a friend?" You rolled your eyes, lightly pinching his arm. "You couldn't even hold my hand."

"How was I supposed to know you wanted your hand to be held — it would be weird if I just took your hand considering we were just friends."

"Well, if you asked sooner —"

"It doesn't matter, we're good now," he said, cutting your rant off. "So is tonight our first official date?"

You nodded with a huge smile. He took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb running up and down the back of your hand. "I like this," he said, almost whispering. He leaned his head on yours. "I like this too."

"I like you," he ssaid sotto voce. You brought your other hand up to his head and messed his hair. "I like you too, John."

Sorry for typos beep boop beep boop I'll make sure to edit!

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Will add the keep reading option once I get a hold of my laptop — my sister's using it for online class ಠ_ಠ Sorry if this long ass text passed by your dashboard.

[petrosapian]

Okay got tagged by Jules @vonlipvig :3c

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zodiac: Cancer

height: 5'10 i will not be gaslit into thinking im shorter

last movie I saw: ni idea i havent been watching a lot of movies recently, i feel like a mini series counts, so imma say the 10th kingdom i know the real answer it was a really bad jason segel romcom

last thing i googled: lmao i think i was looking up add drop periods at the school i work at

favourite musician: i feel if i said anyone other than Brandon Flowers i would be lying

song stuck in my head: strawberry shortcake themesong (THAT GIRL'S SO SWEET JUST LIKE HER NAME)

other blogs: i have a few dead side blogs, including an aesthetic blog and a ben 10 incorrect quotes blog

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amount of sleep: eh i think 6-7? i usually oversleep, meaning i go to bed real late and some how expect myself to wake up at 7 (unrealistic)

lucky number: 7

what am i wearing: baggy jeans, a tank top and slippers

dream job: idk im pretty happy with what im doing right now

dream trip: okay top list of places to go are Ireland, Japan, and Indonesia but im still waiting to go to Argentina again

favourite food: Kabuli Pallou, afghani rice

play an instrument: i took a year of piano when i was like 10

languages: English and i pushing through w that Spanish, I am actually better than I give myself credit for

random fact: if i get it together i will be putting pink streaks in my hair today

describe yourself as aesthetic things: cluttered knicknacks, tangled hair ribbons, plant overgrowth, knit wear, fairy cirlces

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