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"You want to be a hero, huh?"
âJACK & JOKER: U Steal My Heart â 09.09.2024
#jack & joker#jack and joker#jack & joker the series#yin anan#war wanarat#mark siwat#prom ratchapat#bonz nadol#pee peerawich#yinwar#jack&jokeredit#thai bl#upcoming bl#thai drama#bl drama#bl series#my edits.#this is one of the most erratic trailers i've ever giffed lmao#i hope there's a good mix of action and romance#bc the trailer kind of fronts all of the action#and i hope the series won't do the same#but anyway#i'll never stop hoping for prommark to finally happen but things are looking bleak#but i'm equally excited for pee peeravich as the villain#bc he scared the crap out of me in la pluie during THOSE scenes
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THE CO-STAR
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pairing: actress!reader x jenna ortega
summary: on the set of wednesday, Y/N and jenna ortega, who have an on-screen romance, face tension due to jenna's aversion to Y/N. during a heated kiss scene, jennaâs unexpected passion creates an awkward situation, leading her to avoid Y/N for the rest of the day. Y/N is left embarrassed and uncertain about their strained relationship.
warnings: none.
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part 2
The set of Wednesday buzzed with the usual hum of activity as cameras rolled and crew members scurried around. I, Y/N, had grown accustomed to the frenetic energy that accompanied a day on set. However, today was different. Jenna Ortega and I had another love scene to film, and despite our professional demeanor, there was a palpable tension between us. It wasn't the sort of tension that adds spice to a performance; it was more like an icy chill that made every interaction feel awkward.
Jenna and I had never quite clicked. It wasn't as if we openly clashed; it was more a matter of unspoken animosity. She rarely looked me in the eye, and when she did, it was with a cold, guarded expression. I had heard murmurs among the crew that she wasn't thrilled about our on-screen relationship, but I had hoped that we could set personal differences aside for the sake of the show. I wanted to believe that we were professionals who could separate our private feelings from our work. It seemed, however, that Jenna had other ideas.
Today, we were set to rehearse a scene where her character, Wednesday, pulls my character in for a quick, passionate kiss. Tim Burton, our eccentric and demanding director, was in high spirits, throwing his creative energy into every detail. But there was an undeniable undercurrent of tension as Tim directed us to run through the scene.
"Alright, let's do it from the top," Tim instructed, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Remember, this kiss is supposed to be intense, full of emotion. Wednesday is making a bold move."
Jenna and I exchanged a brief glance. Her expression was unreadable, but I could sense a tightness in her posture that suggested discomfort. As we moved into position, Jenna's cool demeanor was evident. She crossed her arms and took a deep breath.
"Action!" Tim called.
The scene required Jenna's character to seize the moment and pull me in for a heated kiss. I was ready; I had prepared for this scene, knowing it would demand a lot of us both. But Jenna, as she stepped in, seemed to carry an extra layer of reluctance.
As our lips met, I felt an immediate shift. What started as a forced peck transformed into something far more electric. Jenna's kiss was not just passionate; it was intense and fervent, as though she was trying to convey something beyond the script. Her hands moved from my shoulders to my head, holding me as if she were anchoring herself. I could feel the sudden and surprising intimacy of her touch. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, a reaction I hadn't anticipated.
The kiss felt like fireworks. Jenna was lost in the moment, forgetting the cameras, forgetting Tim's presence. Her lips were warm, her touch commanding. For a brief moment, it felt like she was pouring all her hidden emotions into that kiss.
"Cut!" Tim's voice rang out sharply, pulling us both back to reality. We pulled away, breathless. I could see Jenna's face flushed with a mix of surprise and irritation. I immediately felt a surge of embarrassment at the sound that had escaped me.
"I'm so sorry," I stammered, my cheeks burning. "I didn't mean toâ"
Jenna managed a forced smile. "It's all good."
But her tone was clipped, and I noticed that she was avoiding eye contact. The rest of the day was a study in avoidance. Jenna seemed to deliberately keep her distance from me. She spoke only when necessary and made no attempt to bridge the gap that had widened between us.
It was frustrating and painful. The dynamic had shifted so suddenly, and it was clear that Jenna's reaction to the scene was affecting her beyond just a professional level. Despite her earlier attempt to be courteous, it was evident that she was uncomfortable.
When we wrapped up for the day, Jenna's departure was abrupt. She didn't linger to chat or exchange pleasantries as she usually would; instead, she hastily collected her things and left without a word. I was left standing there, a bit dumbfounded and more than a little hurt.
In the quiet of my dressing room, I replayed the scene over and over in my mind. The kiss had been intense, and Jenna's reaction afterward was confusing. It was hard to decipher whether her reluctance stemmed from personal feelings or just the overwhelming nature of the scene itself. I knew that the kiss was supposed to be a dramatic moment, but it felt like it had crossed into something more complex, something that neither of us had anticipated.
I tried to focus on my work and the scenes ahead, but Jenna's avoidance was a lingering distraction. I hoped that with time, we could talk things through and address whatever had happened. It was clear that the kiss had stirred up more than just the usual performance issues. The intensity of the scene had somehow become a real and unsettling force in our interactions.
As I walked out of the studio, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of sadness and hope. I wanted to believe that Jenna and I could overcome this awkward phase. After all, we were both committed to making Wednesday a success, and that required teamwork and understanding.
But for now, the tension between us was palpable, and the road to reconciliation seemed long and uncertain.
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Another Ending - 1 | Bucky Barnes
Character: ex!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Summary: It was supposed to be a short week watching over your niece, who loves romance books. She thought you were just a normal aunt, but it turns out you have secrets.
Tags: Spies, action, threat, offense, fight scene, violence, romance.
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The weight of the assassin's body presses down on you, pinning you to the ground as his sword hovers dangerously close to your throat. Every muscle in your arms strains as you hold your gun up, barely keeping the blade away from your neck.
The cold metal of the sword gleams under the dim light, a stark reminder of how close you are to death. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, are unreadable, but you can feel the murderous intent radiating from him.
Sweat drips down your forehead, mixing with the dirt and blood on your face as you grit your teeth. With every ounce of strength, you manage to growl, "You're dead to me."
For a split second, you see itâhesitation. The assassinâs grip falters, his focus wavering. Thatâs all you need. With a desperate shove, you push him off, the sword sliding away from your neck as you scramble to your feet. Your heart pounds in your chest as adrenaline takes over, and you start running, not daring to look back.
The echoes of your past, the regrets, and the pain are left behind as you sprint away. You know that youâve bought yourself only a few precious seconds, but at this moment, itâs enough. You leave the assassin behind, along with everything that once bound you.
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The lodge is warm and inviting, nestled comfortably by the edge of a tranquil lake. Large windows allow sunlight to pour in, casting a golden glow across the rustic wooden floors. The living room is cozy, with a soft, earth-toned sofa positioned near a stone fireplace. You push the sofa slightly, adjusting its angle to better face the window, where the view of the lake creates a peaceful backdrop.
As you finish, the sound of the doorbell rings through the house. You straighten up, smoothing a hand over your clothes before heading to the door. When you open it, a smile crosses your face.
Standing there is Lori Grant, your niece. Sheâs dressed in a green shirt and black pants, her short hair with bangs framing her face beneath thick glasses. A pink backpack is slung over one shoulder, and sheâs dragging a suitcase that looks far too big for her small frame.
âHello, Aunty,â Lori greets you, her voice bright with excitement.
âWhereâs your mom?â you ask, glancing past her.
âShe just left,â Lori replies, stepping inside and immediately struggling with the weight of her suitcase. She lets out a frustrated âUghâ as it catches on the doorstep.
You canât help but chuckle softly. âLet me help you with that.â Gripping the handle, you lift the suitcase easily, though you wonder why a 13-year-old needs so much luggage.
As you bring the suitcase inside, you ask, âAre you hungry? I bought some tofu for you.â Your older sisterâs voice echoes in your mind, reminding you of the strict health-conscious diet she keeps Lori on. Sheâs made a name for herself online with her healthy recipes, and now sheâs on a book tour promoting her new cookbook.
Lori looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and hope. âAunty, Iâm so excited to be here. I can finally get away from the food my mom makes.â
You laugh, a warm, understanding sound. âOh, thank goodness. How about fried chicken or lasagna?â
Loriâs face lights up, her hands clasping together as if in prayer. âWhy not both?â Her eyes shimmer with anticipation, almost teary at the thought of indulging in something sheâs missed.
âYes!â you reply with a grin, already planning the feast.
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The two of you cook together, filling the kitchen with the mouthwatering aroma of fried chicken and lasagna. The sizzle of the food and the warmth of the stove creates a cozy atmosphere, and before long, youâre both sitting at the table, enjoying the meal.
Lori, barely looking up from her book, eats with a hearty appetite, tearing into the fried chicken and savoring the lasagna.
You glance at her, amused by how engrossed she is in her book. Itâs refreshing to see someone her age so absorbed in reading rather than staring at a screen. Sheâs been glued to that book ever since she arrived.
âIs it a good book?â you ask, taking a sip of your water.
âYes. The best,â she replies without lifting her eyes from the pages.
You smile and ask, âWhatâs the book about?â
At that, Lori snaps the novel shut and looks at you with excitement blazing in her eyes, as if sheâs been waiting for this moment. âOh, Aunty, this is the best book! Itâs full of adrenaline, mystery, and romance.â
You raise your eyebrows and nod slowly, recognizing the same spark in her that your older sister often has. âLet me guess, a royal romance?â
Lori shakes her head enthusiastically. âNo. Itâs set in modern day. Itâs an enemies-to-lovers story where both are spies from different sides. They have to decide between love and their duty.â
You nod again, your expression thoughtful. âThatâs impossible in the real world.â
Lori huffs, rolling her eyes playfully. âThatâs why itâs fantasy, Aunty. Geez, you sound just like my mom.â She returns to her book, burying herself in the story again.
You chuckle softly, setting your glass down as you gather your plate and stand up. âWell, usually betrayal happens in those stories.â
Lori looks up, her eyes wide with enthusiasm. âThatâs right! Thereâs a part where the male character betrays the female character.â
Your hand slips, the plate clattering into the sink, but thankfully it doesnât break.
âAunty, are you okay?â Lori asks, concern in her voice.
âIâm fine. My hand just slipped,â you say, brushing it off with a smile.
Lori gets up, carrying her plate to the sink. âIâm already done. Iâll help you with the dishes.â
âThank you,â you reply, appreciating her help.
As you both wash the dishes, you ask her about life at school. Lori tells you all about her friends, her classes, and the things that make her happy.
âDo you have a crush at school?â you ask, a teasing note in your voice.
Lori hesitates, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. âWell⊠there is one boy. His hair and smile remind me of the male character from the spy book.â
You nearly drop the spatula but manage to catch it just in time. Whatâs gotten into you today?
âWhat about you, Aunty?â Lori asks, her tone curious.
âMe?â you respond, a bit caught off guard.
âWhile living in this lodge, have you ever met a farmer with a six-pack, a cute cafĂ© owner, or a cool police officer?â Lori asks, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
You gasp, her question catching you by surprise. âYour mom mentioned youâve become quite the chatterbox.â
âAunty, your life is a dream. You have it allâexcept a boyfriend,â Lori says matter-of-factly. She doesnât fully understand what you do for a living, but she knows from her mom and grandparents that youâve traveled the world and are now enjoying the fruits of your hard work.
You place your hands on your hips, eyeing her with a mock sternness. âHow long have you been staying with Grandma?â
âThree weeks,â Lori answers, wiping a plate dry with a clean cloth.
âThat explains it,â you say with a chuckle, ruffling her hair playfully. Your mother has a habit of prying into your love life, and youâve overheard her sighing over the phone, saying, âIâm afraid sheâll die single.â
âBut seriously, Aunty, why are you still single?â Lori asks, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity.
You look at her, a sigh escaping your lips. âWhen youâre older, youâll understand that life is complicated. Thereâs no guarantee of a happy ending.â
âSeems like you donât believe in romance anymore,â she says, her voice soft but probing.
âLoriâŠâ you begin, but her words strike a chord in you. Kids have a way of getting straight to your feelings. You head to the living room, trying to shake off the conversation and turn on the TV. With a sigh, you throw yourself onto the couch.
Lori follows you, still determined to rekindle your belief in romance. But then, something catches her eye. âAunty, whatâs on the second floor?â
âJust a storage room. Full of dust and spiders,â you reply, waving a hand dismissively.
âCan I go up there?â she asks, her enthusiasm barely contained.
âGo ahead,â you say, smiling at her eagerness.
As soon as the words leave your mouth, you hear her running feet thudding up the stairs. You shake your head, chuckling to yourself. What happened to the little girl who was afraid of spiders? Maybe the influence of that action-packed novel, the fantasy world, pulled her in.
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Loriâs eyes lit up with excitement as she explored the second floor, her steps quickening with each new discovery. It felt like a treasure hunt to her, the dusty corners and forgotten items fueling her curiosity.
She opened old boxes, sifted through forgotten knick-knacks, and rummaged through piles of clutter. Her heart raced with the thrill of the search, every creak of the floorboards adding to the sense of adventure.
Then, tucked away near the Christmas decorations, she spotted a plain, unassuming box. It didnât look like much, but something about it caught her attention. With a soft gasp of anticipation, she opened it and found an old, bulky laptop inside. The device was covered in dust, its once sleek surface now dull and scratched.
âWow,â Lori whispered, her eyes widening in awe. She lifted the laptop carefully and opened it, running her fingers over the keys. âClicky, clicky. Love this keyboard,â she said, delighting in the tactile response of the keys beneath her fingers.
Unable to contain her excitement, Lori ran downstairs to find you, clutching the laptop in her arms like a prized possession. âAunty, look what I found! This is so old, and I love the sound it makes!â
You glanced up and your eyes widened in surprise. âWhere did you get that?â you asked, a mix of surprise and concern in your voice.
âNear the Christmas decorations. Can I turn it on?â she asked, her eyes shining with eagerness.
You shook your head, a hint of hesitation creeping into your tone. âItâs been a long time since I turned it on,â you admitted, memories flickering at the edge of your mind. You had pretended the laptop didnât exist for so long that it had slipped from your thoughts entirely.
âIâll throw it away,â you said, reaching out to take the laptop from her.
But Lori quickly pulled it back, guarding the laptop protectively. âEven if itâs broken, I could use this for throwback videos,â she argued, her determination evident.
You sighed, seeing the pleading look in her eyes. âFine. You can have it,â you relented.
âThank you!â Lori beamed, her smile so bright that any irritation you felt melted away. She hugged the laptop close and dashed off to the guest room, eager to play with her new toy.
Inside her room, Loriâs excitement was palpable. She carefully plugged the charger into the old laptop and pressed the power button, holding her breath in anticipation. But the screen remained dark, the laptop unresponsive.
Her enthusiasm waned slightly, but she didnât give up. Determined, she searched online for ways to fix old laptops, flipping the device upside down to look for a serial number or brand name. But the markings were too faded to read.
Her hope began to crumble as she realized the laptop might never work again. With a sigh, she set it aside and opened her suitcase, revealing stacks of novels inside. This was the real reason she had wanted to stay with youâto immerse herself in her books without anyone bothering her.
As the night wore on, the clock crept closer to 10 p.m. You yawned, feeling the weight of the day settle in, and turned off the TV. Before heading to bed, you decided to check on Lori. When you peeked into her room, you found her already fast asleep, curled up with a new book clutched in her hands.
You smiled softly, understanding now what was in her suitcase. With a gentle chuckle, you carefully adjusted her sleeping posture and tucked her in, whispering, âGood night.â
As you left, you saw the old black laptop still plugged in, silently charging in the corner. It had been nearly seven years since you last thought about it. You shook your head, a mix of relief and resignation washing over you. It was better if that thing stayed dead, buried in the past where it belonged.
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The next morning, Lori woke up feeling cozy under the blankets. She glanced around, realizing she must have fallen asleep while reading her book again. The comforting silence in the room was a welcome change from the usual yelling of her mother.
This is why staying with you was such a great idea. She turned her attention to the old laptop, remembering she had left it charging all night.
With renewed hope, she quickly jumped out of bed and moved to the laptop. She pressed the power button, but the screen remained stubbornly black. Disappointment settled over her like a heavy fog.
Then, she heard itâthe faint hum of the laptopâs fan. Her eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips. She clapped her hands together in excitement. âYes!â
Just then, you called from the kitchen, your voice carrying cheerfully through the house. âLori! Youâve woken up? Iâve made breakfast.â
âIâm not hungry yet,â Lori replied, her focus still on the laptop, waiting for the screen to light up.
âItâs bacon and eggs,â you added, a hint of a smile in your voice.
The mention of bacon and eggs immediately captured Loriâs attention. It had been ages since sheâd had a breakfast like that. âIâm coming!â she called out, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
Without another thought, Lori dashed out of her room, leaving the old laptop to continue its quiet struggle to turn on. Her excitement for breakfast had completely overshadowed her frustration with the laptop, and she hurried to the kitchen, eager for the delicious meal you had prepared.
After breakfast, Lori returned to her room, and her excitement about the old laptop reignited. As she entered, she was stunned to see that the laptop had finally powered up completely.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the outdated app icons, which looked dull and unappealing. Despite their lack of charm, something else caught her eye: the email application.
Curiosity piqued, Lori navigated to the email app and discovered a list of old emails. She wondered if the laptop could connect to Wi-Fi. To her delight, it could. She connected it and noticed a new notification. Her heart raced as she clicked on it, only to find a single new email dated five years ago.
âThis is like something out of a novel,â Lori whispered to herself, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the email.
Her gasp was audible when she realized it wasnât spam or a work emailâit was a love letter. She read the email with growing excitement:
Subject: An Apology and a Request
Hi,
I hope this message finds you well. Iâve been carrying a heavy heart and wanted to reach out, even though itâs been a while. I left the organization and have started a new life, but Iâve realized that it wonât feel complete without you.
Iâm deeply sorry for everything that happened and for the pain I caused you. I know that I have no right to ask for anything, but if thereâs any chance for us to meet and talk, Iâd really like that. Iâm not expecting anything, but I hope we can find some closure.
Yours,
B.B
Loriâs eyes sparkled with excitement. This was even better than the romance novels she had read. She couldnât believe her aunt had an ex who had been missing her all this time and had finally reached out after five years.
Feeling a burst of inspiration, Lori unplugged the laptop and raced downstairs to find you. âAunt! Look! Look! Someone sent you an apology letter!â she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.
You were busy preparing to head out to your bee farm, dressed in your suit. The sight of the old laptop suddenly turning on and Loriâs enthusiasm about the email caught you off guard. You knew exactly who had sent it, and it brought a wave of mixed emotions.
With a sigh, you closed the laptop, noticing Loriâs disappointed look. You knelt to her level, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. âLori, sometimes itâs best to leave the past where it is.â
âButâŠâ she started, her voice trailing off.
You stood up, adjusting your head protection for the farm. âJust enjoy your time here,â you said gently, then headed out of the house.
Lori sighed, her heart heavy with the sadness in your voice. She could sense the pain behind your words and felt that maybe this person was someone special to you. A sudden idea struck her, and she rushed back to her room, placed the old laptop on the table, and began typing a reply.
With her knowledge of romance novels, she crafted a short but heartfelt response:
Subject: Re: An Apology and a Request
Hi B.B,
Thank you for your message. It was a surprise to read your letter after all these years. I appreciate your honesty and the courage it took to reach out. Iâm still processing everything, but Iâm grateful for your apology.
Maybe one day we can talk, but for now, I hope you find the closure youâre seeking.
Take care,
Y/N
Satisfied with her words, Lori clicked âSend,â feeling accomplished. She hoped her reply would bring peace to her aunt and the sender.
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A few days passed, and Lori grew increasingly nervous. She kept checking the email, but no new notifications appeared, only that eerie computer-generated voice. You noticed her restlessness; she fidgeted with her fingers and paced around the room.
âWhatâs wrong? Feeling bored?â you asked, trying to lighten the mood. âWe could go out for a while, get some fresh air.â
âEww⊠no,â Lori replied, wrinkling her nose at the thought of the hot sun and heavy gear. She enjoyed the freedom of staying with you, but she wasnât enthusiastic about adventures.
âIâd rather stay here, curled up with my bookââ Lori was cut off by the familiar, unsettling notification sound.
You flinched at the sound too, a chill creeping down your spine. Lori quickly ran to the laptop, her heart racing with excitement as she saw the red dot notification. She opened the email and skimmed the reply: "I received your message. We need to meet. Iâll find you soon."
âAunty, look! This person wants to see you. Isnât it romantic?â Lori said, her excitement palpable.
Romantic my ass, you thought, feeling a cold shiver as you read the email. You abruptly shut the laptop and started packing Loriâs things. Your sudden, frantic movements startled her.
âChange your clothes. Wear something practical and put on running shoes,â you instructed, your voice taut with urgency.
Loriâs eyes widened with concern. âWhy? Whatâs going on?â
âForget the books. We have fifteen minutes, Lori. Now!â You dashed to your room, grabbing essentials with swift, practiced motions.
Lori, bewildered but obedient, quickly followed your orders. Fifteen minutes later, both of you were ready and in the car. You sped away, your face set in grim determination.
In the passenger seat, Lori clutched the seatbelt tightly, her voice trembling. âAuntâŠâ
âLori, did you not hear me? Some things are better left in the past,â you said, your tone cold and firm.
She nodded slowly, her anxiety mounting. âBut why?â
Before she could ask more, a deafening explosion rocked the car. âBOOM!â The blast made Lori flinch as she turned to see your house engulfed in flames. Her face pressed against the car window, eyes wide with shock.
âOh my God. Is that your house?â Loriâs voice was barely a whisper.
You kept your gaze fixed on the road, your face pale and determined. âThis is the reality of espionage. The hardest part is when someone tries to kill you.â
Lori gasped, realization dawning on her. âYouâre a real spy!â
You didnât answer, but the silence was deafeningâa resounding confirmation.
âAnd the person who sent the email is another spy!â she exclaimed.
âYeah. But unlike the novels, weâre not looking to fall in love. Weâre trying to kill each other.â Your words sent a shiver down her spine, the gravity of the situation settling in with chilling clarity.
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At the gas station, you and Lori were picking up essential supplies. Your disguiseâa dark hat, sunglasses, and a coat pulled tightâwasn't exactly subtle. But Lori's eyes sparkled with excitement.
âThis is so cool!â she exclaimed, her voice brimming with admiration.
âItâs not,â you muttered, your voice strained as you tried to mask your growing unease. The thrill of the moment had been replaced by a harsh reality. âIâm taking you to your mom.â
Loriâs enthusiasm faltered as she noticed the tension in your body. âBut Aunt⊠why are you running away if this person wants to see you?â
You sighed heavily. âBecauseââ
Your words trailed off as a shiver ran down your spine. You felt eyes on you and slowly turned to face the source of your unease. There he was, striding towards you with a purpose.
The man stood tall and lean, his dark hair tousled and his leather jacket catching the dim light of the gas station. His face was strikingâhandsome in a rugged, intense way. His presence radiated strength and determination.
âBucky,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Bucky didnât break stride or acknowledge you. His pace quickened, and your instincts kicked in. You reached for your gun, but before you could draw it, a loud BANG! shattered the tense silence.
âKyaaa!!!â The sound of the gunshot set off a wave of screams from everyone inside the store, including Lori. The chaos erupted around you, but you and Bucky remained focused.
You threw yourself in front of Lori, protecting her with your body. Bucky did the same, his gaze locked on the threats.
âYouââ you started, trying to catch your breath.
âWe donât have much time,â Bucky cut you off, his voice a low growl. He grabbed your arm, pulling you up, and snatched his own gun. Without another word, he started firing, taking out the shooters one by one.
You joined him in the fray, your movements sharp and efficient. Bullets flew and bodies hit the floor. Buckyâs sharp eyes and quick reflexes contrasted with your precise, practiced shots.
âYour aimâs getting rusty,â Bucky grunted as he took down another opponent.
âShut up,â you retorted, focusing on the task at hand.
In no time, the immediate threat was neutralized. You both made a break for your car, adrenaline surging. Bucky took the driverâs seat, his expression grim and focused.
âWaitâŠâ you began, but Bucky cut you off.
âJust put on your seatbelt first,â he said tersely, glancing at you with an intensity that brooked no argument.
You complied, snapping the seatbelt into place as Bucky threw the car into gear. The ride was tense, an awkward silence hanging between you and Bucky. Lori, however, was brimming with curiosity.
She tugged at Buckyâs leather jacket, causing him to glance at her. The way she looked at him, her eyes wide with awe, reminded you of how she had always romanticized the world.
âAre you the one who sent that email to my aunt?â Lori asked, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and expectation.
Buckyâs eyes widened slightly, but he didnât respond, turning his attention back to the road.
Lori turned to you, her eyes glowing with revelation. âI get it. Both of you were spies! But you couldnât be together because of your jobs! A forbidden love! This is so romantic!â
"!!!!!"
Your jaw dropped, and Buckyâs expression shifted to one of utter disbelief. The two of you exchanged a stunned look, unsure whether to laugh or feel embarrassed by Loriâs innocent but surprisingly accurate guess.
The air in the car seemed to crackle with the weight of her words, as the reality of your intertwined past and present hung in the balance.
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a paddock affair - Lando Norris
Y/N x Lando Norris Theme: Fluff Lando introduces you to part of the paddock x mentions of Max, Carlos, Charles, Oscar and Daniel word count: 1200+ taglist: @game-set-canet requested by anonymous :) hope you like it. gif by me;
As the sun is shining brightly, casting its golden ray upon the Melbourne skyline, you find yourself standing outside the gates of the prestigious Formula 1 paddock, hand in hand with Lando, your heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves.Â
It had been a whirlwind romance since you first met a few months ago, and now Lando was inviting you into his world, the heart of the F1 action.
"Lando, I'm really nervous," you confess, tugging at the collar of your Mclaren team jacket, a piece of clothing that now holds sentimental value beyond its sleek design.
Lando squeezes your hand reassuringly, his trademark grin lighting up his face.
"Don't worry, love. You'll be great. Everyone's going to love you."
With his comforting words, you make your way into the paddock, where the air is alive with the hum of engines and the chatter of mechanics and drivers preparing for the weekend ahead.
Your first stop is to meet Lando's good friend and teammate turned rival, Carlos Sainz. As you approach, Carlos looks up from his conversation with a mechanic, and his face breaks into a wide smile.
"Lando! And who's this lovely lady?" Carlos greets you, his Spanish accent laced with warmth.
"This is Y/N, Carlos. My girlfriend." Lando introduces you proudly with a shy smile playing on his lips.
Carlos extends his hand, and you shake it, feeling a rush of gratitude for his friendly demeanor. Lando stands by your side, his comforting touch a constant reassurance; his hand strokes the small of your back, a subtle yet comforting gesture.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I must say, you look great in that Mclaren gear," he motions to the jacket Land gave you a few days prior. "You're practically part of the team already."
You blush at the compliment, feeling a sense of belonging wash over you as you exchange pleasantries before Carlos gets called away to attend to his duties in the garage.
Next, you encounter Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc engaged in an animated discussion. Their laughter echoes through the paddock as they reminisce about the last race. As you approach, they exchange knowing smirks before Charles excuses himself, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.
Max bounds over to you, his infectious energy filling the air. "Well, well, well, Lando, you sly dog! Hiding your girlfriend from us, eh?"
Lando rolls his eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, Max. This is Y/N, by the way."
Max shakes your hand enthusiastically. "Pleasure to meet you, Y/N. Don't worry, we won't give Lando too much trouble... maybe."
Their banter is like music to your ears, easing your nerves and making you feel like a part of the tight-knit F1 family. Amidst the lively banter and laughter, Lando's presence anchors you as the grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly.
After Max excuses himself as well, Oscar Piastri joins your little group. You had met him before, and he greeted you with a warm smile, genuine concern evident in his eyes.
"How are you feeling, Y/N?" Excited?" Oscar asks, his Australian accent adding a touch of familiarity to the conversation.
"Excited doesn't even begin to cover it," you reply, unable to contain your enthusiasm.
Lando wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Come on, let's take a stroll through the paddock. I want to show you everything."
As you wander through the bustling paddock, Lando points out the intricacies of the garages, the sleek motorhomes where the drivers and teams strategize, and the various anemities that make the F1 experience truly one-of-a-kind.
With each step, your anxiety melts away, replaced by a sense of wonder and awe at the world Lando inhabited.
At the same time, your eyes can't help but wander to Lando, taking in every detail. His Mclaren shirt hugs his lean frame perfectly, the familiar papaya orange contrasting beautifully against his sun-kissed skin. The casual elegance of his outfit, paired with jeans that fit just right, only serves to enhance his natural charm.
But it is his curly hair that always captivates you the most. Each unruly lock seems to have a mind of its own, framing his face in a way that is both effortlessly cool and undeniably endearing. Every time a stray curl falls across his forehead, your heart skips a beat, reminding you just how lucky you are to be by his side.
"Lando, your hair looks amazing today." You can't help but gush, reaching up to tuck a wayward curl behind his ear.
He grins, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Thanks, love. It's a constant battle trying to tame these ecurls, but I'm glad you like them."
You smile and caress Lando's cheek, marveling at the softness of his skin beneath your fingertips. His stubble tickles you ever so slightly, but you welcome the sensation, relishing in the intimacy of your moment together.
"I love your beard, Lando," you murmur, tracing the contours of his jawline with your thumb. "It suits you so well."
A hint of surprise flickers in his eyes before a sheepish grin spreads across his face. "You do? I wasn't sure if I should keep it or not."
You nod emphatically, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Definetly keep it. It makes you look even more handsome, if that's even possible."Â
His laughter echoes through the air around you, filling you with warmth and contentment.Â
Lost in your quiet moment, a familiar voice breaks through the serenity around you. "Hey there, mate."
Startled, you turn to see Daniel Ricciardo approaching you, already donning his racing suit with that siganture grin plastered across his face.
Before Lando can react, Daniel reaches out and playfully pokes his sides, causing him to burst into giggles.
"Hey, Danny." Lando exclaims, returning the gesture with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Trying to distract me before training, huh?"
Daniel chuckles, his charm undeniable, as he joins you. "You know me, mate. Always up for a bit of fun."
Lando's arm finds its way around your waist, pulling you close, giving you comfort.
You fall into easy conversation, chatting about racing and sharing anecdotes from past experiences on the track. Daniel's enthusiasm is infectious, and soon enough, you are all laughing like old friends reunited.
After a while, Daniel excuses himself, a glint of determination in his eyes, as he prepares to focus on the upcoming race weekend. "Well, it's been great catching up, but duty calls. See you both later."
With a wave and a parting smile, he disappears into the bustling crowd, leaving behind a lingering sense of camaraderie that warms your heart.
You turn your head to find Lando looking at you, a warm smile forming on his lips.
"Lando," you say softly, overcome with emotion, "thank you for bringing me into the paddock."
A tender smile graces his lips as he gently caresses your cheek. "You did amazing, Y/N; I'm proud of you."
His words fill you with warmth, and as he leans in to kiss you, you feel a rush of love and affection wash over you, knowing that with Lando by your side, there is nothing you can't face together.
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My Top Five Polin Scenes in Part One (and why!)
My darling gossipers, so far this show is making literally all of my hopeless romantic dreams for this couple come true and who knows what kind of angst and drama were in for in part two, so before things gets too real I just wanted to go into (too much) depth on my favorite scenes and a few swoon-worthy details from part one! *whips reigns on carriage* shall we?
5. Drawing Room Lesson/Journal
Pen's brain: TOUCH ALERT! HIS HAND IS ON MY BACK.
This scene is so best friend coded with the way they are bantering and flirting the whole time. There's an adorable contrast between Penelope's fear of being discovered and Colin being like it's chill!(when in fact it is not Chill because they get interrupted after 5 minutes of gazing into each others eyes)
He just clearly wanted to be completely alone and behind closed doors platonically with his very beautiful friend (who looks like an angel in this scene) to pretend they are courting. Nothing suspicious about that!
I love how he's so into the lesson to the point that he has set out the lemonade as a prop and brought her to Bridgerton house in the first place specifically because she said it was where she was most comfortable (previously, but he's doing his best, and probably hoping she will become comfortable again, ouch)
Colin being the "dashing suitor" for her to flirt with (loser) and when she's resistant to fake flirting with him he hits her with the, "you don't have to be embarrassed, you know me!" trying to put her at ease. And he succeeds! Penelope is so comfortable during this scene when she's opening up about how it's hard for her to get her personality across, it's so sweet and honest.
And this is when the ROMANCING really starts, I love how it's Penelope who takes the lead here. mostly by accident, but the poor man is still left in shambles.
I do kind of wish for this scene they had gone with a more back and forth flirting moment, and seen them both get a little taste of how overtly flirting with each other would feel rather than her little poetic moment, but it was sweet to see her expose a corner of her feelings for him and watching him get a tad flustered at the compliment.
Ok, while it was rather uncool of her to read his journal, I love this part so much. Because I am no better, I would 100 percent do this given the chance. Her examining the space where he spends time, her running her hand over his pirate coat, (who wouldn't) the quiet yearning of that action. As a snoop myself, this was wish fulfillment.
Penelope being hit with a confusing mix of jealousy and intrigue by the contents of the journal entry, the way she stops reading for just a second and then gives in and devours his writing, not being able to hold back from getting inside his head. Don't think about how she probably missed his letters.
Colin's anger here is warranted, and I liked how he didn't come across as aggro-angry Colin from the books but is still justifiably upset that his privacy has been violated. He is likely aware that there are certain DETAILS he wouldn't want her to be reading, like how he's a lonely lonely sad little man trying to be rakish and roguish because his beautiful platonic friend isn't writing him back and encouraging him like she usually does.
Can I just mention that bandaging a wound is an excellent trope and it's such a good romancing vehicle: the care, the tenderness, the touching! the GRUMPINESS! But my favorite thing about the wound bandaging is his reaction to her complimenting his work, of which he hasn't shown ANYONE. He's just so shocked that she likes it, and clearly starved for her encouragement/anyone to be interested in his travels.
I think its also worth noting that this is THE moment that Colin thinks back to when he's considering activating his chaos tendencies by rolling up to the red ball to interrupt her proposal, so I'm gonna interpret that as him recalling his first realization/admittance to himself that he has feelings for her beyond friendship.
It wouldn't surprise me since it is after this moment that we see the hints of jealousy start to manifest at the full moon ball (looking for her, asking her if she likes a suitor, he's not subtle with it). Can't blame him, he was just touched with intimacy and care, and told his creative outlet is well-written, he is being ROMANCED to the max and he can't handle it.
We also have our first "please" as Pen asks to help, and as we will see, these two can't say no to each other once the magic word is spoken! I hope this theme makes a comeback in part two (please please please)
4. Market Scene
ok, besides a semi-silly looking wig on Colin (reshoots) this scene is first of all, so beautiful.
SHE IS SO FINE IN THIS SCENE I CAN'T EVEN THINK. She looks like a preraphaelite painting and I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.
I literally kept saying "wow" out loud. It actually makes the scene very silly to me because she keeps talking about how she'll never snag a husband and I'm over here on one knee begging for a chance.
If Penelope has been Colin's cheerleader and #1 supporter for their whole friendship, this is where that flips. This scene is all about Pen feeling dejected about her prospects and Colin trying to lift her spirits -basically by saying she doesn't need to work on anything because he already likes her so much without her doing anything but I digress!
There is nothing hotter than your crush talking about a shared memory! Literally nothing! You can see her absolutely light up here when he talks about their first meeting like "I can't believe he remembered" and "Shit, I'm trying to not be in love" and it makes me ache for her.
I am very sad we didn't get a meet cute flashback (hello romcom!!) but this was the next best thing. He's also definitely still in Rake Mode with the way he is being charming and flirty, but there is a core of genuine feeling here as he is trying to get her find her confidence and be more like the non-self conscious children they once were. I believe a lot of the rift between them was directly because she had such strong feelings for him and couldn't just connect with him as friends due to the pedestal she put him on, this scene shows that without that as a barrier, they are able to connect much more naturally.
"Living for the estimation of others is a trap, once you break free the world opens up," he says, and he's starting to realize this idea but hasn't quite put it into practice. I think seeing Penelope struggling to be something she's not, just like he is, shows him how it's not working for either of them. This I think kickstarts his self-reflection and eventual rejection of external pressures later on, leaving him open to pursue other passions.
Ok but what I LOVE most in this scene is his subtle digging for information about her that she isn't forthcoming with. He asks her why she wants a husband and where she feels most comfortable, peppering her with questions and also giving her zero personal space. He's very curious about her and what is going on inside, but she's not exactly open with him at this point, giving short and simple answers.
She's genuinely not used to someone asking her this many questions about herself, receiving this kind of devoted attention, and she clearly doesn't know quite how to respond. In fact, the dynamic has always been reversed, where she was encouraging and inquiring about him, so this switch is just excellent. there have been little moments throughout the series where he asks about her and she always seems to deflect to talking more about him, so it's nice to see this shift.
Also fun detail, the grecian statues behind them are a little nod to the eros and psyche vibes of the scene as cupid is trying to find a match for his psyche, but is slowly beginning to fall for her, his curiosity the first step towards total downfall.
When he asks about Eloise is where Pen just completely shuts down and says she has to leave, and the "before we are noticed" with the little smile? I have fallen in love. She's clearly using that as an excuse to dodge the question, and it is almost an inside joke, sadly. As if she's saying "No one would believe you are courting me anyway haha". And yet he's clearly bummed she's leaving, he was having such a good time, and she leaves him hanging, wanting to know more. I also absolutely love the Rae side eye, lethal!
3. Candy Tent
Post-kiss insanity is on full display here. The way she beckons him with a sexy head tilt and he came running, the way his hands give away his nervousness and his eyes keep locking on her helplessly. Just FULL ON crush mode. The soft "How are you?" he missed her!
Also outfits are incredible here, the pearls in the hair, the painted vest, Colin inventing the color brown, it's a rococo dream. The plushy pink of the tent, the ambiance, everything is just in a word: sumptuous? never used that but it feels right here.
Pen's giddiness here is just adorable, she's experiencing blatant interest for the first time and I couldn't be happier for her. But someone else is very peeved, indeed. He's trying to play the part of supportive friend while also just kind of feeling a lot of "confounding feelings"
The way he is trying to be so casual and attempting to keep up his swagger, but his true feelings are showing through BAD kind of harkens back to how Pen would interact with Colin in s1 and 2, with barely contained affection and hope. The script has been FLIPPED and it feels so good!!
I literally squeal every time he asks her if she's formed an attachment to Debling, this is the shit I signed up for!! Her saying Debling is not "unpleasant to gaze upon" and watching Colin just completely glitch out with jealousy. He's like AND WHAT ABOUT ME! Must be frustrating to be the most eligible bachelor of the season, and yet your very beautiful crush friend is complementing another man on his looks. When your crush expresses interest in someone it can be truly insanity inducing, so I feel for him here.
Pen is oblivious completely, she doesn't think any of what she is saying is negatively affecting him, in fact she thinks this news will make him happy! His lessons worked, she didn't care about being perceived and it is having the desired affect! and yet, he's miserable. Mission accomplished unsuccessfully if you will.
He does ALMOST a good job of hiding his feelings, but if Pen were not completely convinced he couldn't have feelings for her, I think she would've picked up on the vibes here. He's way less enthusiastic about the lessons, and is giving fairly curt responses, when before he was yapping on about being yourself and such.
Then of course the blatant staring at her mouth, being the yearning sort of man he is and likely recalling their kiss in detail, reminder it's been at least a week since. She's romancing him without even trying. It also makes sense for "food motivated" Colin to have Penelope + cake equals critical override of his facial expressions and his literally standing there slack-jawed with lust.
His soft "good luck", when she leaves and the fact that he doesn't mean it AT ALL.
I've seen it talked about, but it makes a lot of sense that Penelope wasn't as affected by the kiss as he was. I'm sure she enjoyed it, but for her the kiss was an end (more on that later) and for him it was the moment he admitted his feelings (which were already growing slowly). so it makes sense the yearning is very colin-sided in this scene.
Apart from the yearning, it's also just sweet to see them in cahoots and discussing this development with Debling like its a little group project, and its the perfect scene to show Down Bad Colin, and I love it. She also clearly wants him to share with her in her success, still wanting to be close to him in any way she can, which if I think about too much I'll cry.
Bonus points for him eating the cake later on, such an intimate detail, he just wants to be close to her in any way he can. CRIMINAL! ARREST HIM!
2. First kiss/Dream Sequence
Ok I'm combining these scenes because they happen back to back and sort of like a mirror of each other, sue me. This first kiss scene is, as Whistledown says, RECKLESS. It's nonsensical, it's desperate, and it's beautiful.
This scene has only improved upon rewatches, it really has everything. Best kiss scene on Bridgerton and possibly in anything ever? no doubt no doubt?
The silly back and forth on the "You're not going to die" and the way she doesn't back down when he seems to get embarrassed, but instead says what? The Magic Word! "Please" she says, which of course is both of their activation word. His expressions here definitely mirror the book, where as soon as she asks him to kiss her, he's a bit taken aback by how much he realizes he wants to already.
This is such a low moment for Penelope, and it's one parts embarrassing and two parts brave of her to ask him to kiss her. In her position, she doesn't even have her pride left, so why not ask the boy you love to kiss you? nothing will come of it anyway, and he probably won't even do it, so why not ask? And what are friends for!
then the moment comes, and the music swells, as does the tension as he closes the distance between them, her shocked face and shallow breaths as she realizes its actually going to happen, the way he lifts her face to his with his hand under her chin. It's just pure romance. and this thing between them, this space that has never been crossed, is being crossed, and it feels insane. reckless. intimate!!
What I love is the shot that focuses on his face after they deepen the kiss, he's intent and confused by how good this feels, how little like kindness this is for him as soon as their lips touch. Like we will see later, he just kind of mind-blanks and forgets what is happening.
Whatever he thought they were has just crumbled with this kiss, and he leans his forehead against hers, no awkwardness when there is such tenderness. which is why he's so shook when she whispers "thank you", and rushes off. he's like "wait why is she thanking me? where am I? weren't we doing something here?" The hopeful strings as it focuses on his dumbstruck face, the earth literally shifting under his feet in that moment. UNREAL.
THE DREAM: I won't say a lot about the dream sequence but I just had to throw it in here because it shows how aligned they are romantically. They are both HUGE romantics, and he has orchestrated this sort of do-over kiss where he's really going for it and proving to her that he wants this too, he wants her. And she's enjoying herself, clearly, which we know is something Colin wants more than anything. It's a great way to show his inner feelings with the lack of an inner monologue that a book brings. And this is clearly a sort of parody of Bridgerton itself, or at least the books. It's over the top, a little silly, and exactly what we all want to see.
This dream also isn't just ripping off clothes, it's emotional, a key element is him expressing how he's been thinking about her, consumed by her. This kiss also isn't as innocent and patient as the first kiss, and it's full of Reciprocation, she can't stop thinking about him either. AND NEITHER CAN I!!!
Both of these kiss scenes also set up our contrasting feelings, where Pen views their first kiss as an end of a dream, a bittersweet act to finally let go off him, the dream of him. And then his dream shows the opposite, how she's ignited something in him that begins his dream of her, awake and asleep. Dream-swap! Also the hand on the wall behind her to catch her from hitting the wall. no comment.
1. Carriage Scene
Yeah like what can I say! It's incredible! I honestly have no idea how they can top this scene, but honestly if this is the best love scene they share in the season I am 10000% content. All of my little qualms with how they did the season melt away when I watch this scene because this was what was crucial to nail and they NAILED IT. TO THE WALL BABY. YAY.
And how did he gain access to the carriage (and Penelope)?? by saying please!! we love the magic word!! I do like the confession a lot, especially the "what if I did have feelings for you?" and the way he gets to his KNEES, a truly inspired moment.
How he completely dies inside when she says they are friends, and still accepts it with grace. There were SO many obstacles to him expressing his feelings to her this night, and he just red rovered each one, and we are all very grateful.
Something about this scene is just built different, I like a lot of the love scenes in the show, but this one has some kind of secret ingredient that we didn't know we'd been missing. Maybe its the location, the context, the way they are just grasping at each other desperately (which if you think about how Penelope thought this was a one time thing in the books and she wanted to make the most of it, actually don't think about that)
He's also just so sweet about it, he's not angry, or insistent, he's just honest and intent. and she's just bewildered and INTO IT.
The lightning is gorgeous, the way it looks like Penelope is catching on fire and glowing. the catharsis, the giving into passion. The way she smiles like her dreams are coming true (because they are) before he just completely attacks her. What else can I say but EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
so many of the kisses are so tender and gentle, and they just build and build and build in intensity as they get lost in each other.
on a more horny note, so many moments here actually make me physically roll my eyes back in my head with how insane they make me. The desperate boob grab, the consensual nod, the way his hand slips under her dress, they were truly so insane for this. something tells me they knew I've waited literal years for this, so they knew they had to make it good.
Someone said Nicola should get an Emmy nom for moans, and she should, somehow they don't come across as cartoonish at all, and it doesn't take me out of the scene like some "noise making" does in these types of scenes. and for the record I'm not jealous at all, of either of them. in fact, no sooner did my head hit the pillow that I was met with complete and total darkness....not even a dream....
Like everything I could say has already been said, but it was so much better than I thought it was going to be, blew my expectations out of the water and DELIVERED. and DEVOURED. and RUINED ME. AND I AM VERY GRATEFUL.
Anyway that's all, I'm very afraid for part two so I needed some escapism, why am I already nostalgic for the good ol' times when Polin was happy for 6 minutes. thanks for reading! <3
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Write your book STEP BY STEP
hello hello, it's me again!
today i'm bringing you a step-by-step / checklist to finally get your book done. i know it can be a bit complicated to put everything together to make your idea come to life (you're definitely not alone!)
that's why i compiled some tips and made this post, in hopes to help some author out there :D
let's get started.
PREMISE
assuming you already have a good idea in mind, you should start by writing a premise. to help you with that, try to answer these questions:
who is the main character?
what are their goals?
which troubles will they face / what's stopping them from achieving their goals?
do they have an opponent? if so, who?
now that you know the answers to these questions, it's time to write the premise. the premise consists in a sentence that summarizes your whole idea.
PLOT OUTLINE
there are infinite ways to plot your story. you can do it by writing down ideas and linking them together, following a scheme, or any other method.
the most common plot outlines are these:
synopsis outline: one to two pages, where you hit all the major beats of the story
in-depth outline: outline each chapter/scene
snowflake method: develop the premise into a bigger paragraph, and that paragraph into a page (etc.) until you have the whole outline of your story
booken method: plot the start and end of the story, and the main characters
the novel factory created plot sheets for free, and you can choose from eight different templates. you might want to check it out!
KNOW YOUR CHARACTERS
having your outline defined, you should start developing your characters now. the main character's profile might be more detailed than the others, however, it's up to you. there are many character sheets out there on the internet that will help you create flawless characters.
i have a post with resources that might be helpful when creating a character, check it out!
and here you have some prompts and sheets to create a character:
Quick Character Creator - EA Deverell
Extremely detailed character sheet template - @hawkasss
The Best Character Template Ever - Dabble
Character Twenty Questions Worksheet - The Writers Circle
at this point, you should also define the narrator's voice, tone, etc, as well as the pace of your novel.
LOCATIONS
define the principal locations of your story, the settings, and where the story is taking place. it's important to know how the environment looks, and how your characters feel about it.
for this part, you might find it useful to do some research about some locations, if you're not familiar with them. find inspiration on Pinterest, Tumblr, or even on books, paintings, and art. everything is valid.
if your story takes place in a fantasy environment, you might need to fill out a template to create it or write down the way you imagine it to be. try to get as many details as possible, so there are no holes when developing the novel.
SUBPLOTS
you might want to give more depth to your novel by developing a subplot (or more than one). make sure it doesn't get too confusing or that doesn't take the focus away from the main action.
the subplot can be a romance, another character's relationship, a character's arc, a backstory, etc. this will make your story more real and 3D, more realistic.
develop it as a side story and mix it with the principal plot but don't make it as important as the main story, otherwise, none of the plots will make an impact.
SYNOPSIS
write a synopsis as long as you wish, covering every important part of the story. this will help you to really know your idea, and have a solid structure for it. it can range from 500 to 2,500 words, but you don't have to restrict yourself to a number.
things the synopsis should cover:
the status quo
the complication
initial challenges
midpoint
further challenges
the low point
the climax
the resolution
DRAFT
and we get to the best part which is writing! now that you know everything about your story, characters, locations, and scenes, all you have to do is to put all that together in words. don't feel pressured to make everything look perfect already, just write what comes to your mind. if you have a new idea for the plot, good, write it down! if this character doesn't make sense anymore, okay, get rid of them. just go with the flow, following the structure you've planned, and everything starts to come to life.
i know it's so tempting to go back, read what you wrote, and start editing and polishing, but trust me, don't do that! it's a waste of time, and you will take so much more time to finish your first draft. in fact, i've given up on so many stories because of that...
just when you finish the first draft, you will re-read everything and start editing, fixing plot holes, changing what doesn't fit well, etc. but for now, just write, get the first draft done. enjoy the process, don't rush.
thanks for reading!
i hope this post was helpful!
also, you might be interested in this free workbook with over 90 pages and many exercises! check it out here: THE WRITER'S WORKBOOK
resources for this post:
How to Choose a Plot Outline Method: 4 Techniques for Outlining Novels
How to Write a Novel: A Step-by-Step Guide
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choice â erwin smith.
âIf I were on the verge of death this mission⊠Y/N, let me face it and rest.â She could still feel the warmth of his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin with a gentleness that belied the harsh reality of their world. She had taken his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly, holding onto him, holding onto the promise she had made. âPromise me.â
GENRE: alternate universe - canon divergence;
WARNING/S: manga spoilers chapter 84 (midnight sun), angst, romance, hurt/comfort, canon character death, crying, hurt, sadness, remembering memories, grief, fighting, canon related violence, depiction of implied romantic relationship, depictions of character death, depiction of grief, depiction of canon related violence, depiction of canon character death, depiction of hurt, depiction of blood and injuries mention of memories, mention of relationship, mention of blood and injuries, commander erwin!, scout! reader;
WORD COUNT: 4.6k words
NOTE: i found my erwin fics and decided to rewrite them for publication, so i hope you enjoy them. its a really good one, i think. and it's a rare call back to my time with aot!!! please look forward to me branching out to other stories again. i'll publish something jjk tomorrow too!!! thank you so much for reading, i love you <3
EVERYTHING WAS A BLUR. Levi's hand trembled slightly as he gripped the serum, his fingers curled tightly around the vial, knuckles white from the strain. The tension was palpable in the air, an invisible force pressing down on everyone in the room.
Hanji, their expression torn between determination and desperation, struggled to restrain Mikasa, whose eyes were blazing with fury and anguish. Mikasa strained against her hold, her voice a mix of pleading and anger, begging Levi to make a different choice. Her cries cut through the stillness like shards of glass.
Floch, across the room, had Eren pinned against the wall, his hands gripping Eren's shoulders tightly as if afraid he might bolt or collapse. Eren's gaze was distant, hollow, his body slack against Floch's grip, but his eyes bore the weight of countless decisions, each heavier than the last. His expression was unreadable, lost in a place between determination and resignation.
She stood there, apart from it all, her heart heavy as she watched the scene unfold before her like a cruel play, its lines and actions repeating over and over. The echoes of past decisions, of choices that had led them here, resounded in her mind. She had seen this before â not just once, but a thousand times, in a thousand different ways, and each time it felt like another piece of her soul was being chipped away.
A thousand times of sorrow, a thousand times of pain, of grief that seemed endless.
She wondered if perhaps that was all sheÂ
To her left, she saw Bertoldt, the traitor, sprawled on the ground, unconscious. His face was contorted in agony even in his unconscious state, his body broken and torn apart. The lower half of his legs were missing, replaced by grotesque, steaming stumps where flesh met air.
Steam hissed from the wounds, curling upward in thin, wavering wisps, dissipating into the cold air. His betrayal had come at a cost, and now his once formidable Titan form seemed pitiful, a broken shell of what it had been.
A few feet away lay Armin Arlert, the boy â no, the young cadet â who had been burnt alive by flames so fierce they seemed to have etched themselves onto his very bones. His skin was charred, blackened, and blistered, his small frame twisted and fragile, like a crumpled piece of paper.
His bright eyes were closed, his breathing so faint it was almost undetectable, and yet there was a strange calm about him, a finality in his stillness. She felt the echo of his screams in her ears, a phantom pain that gnawed at her insides. The fire had claimed him, scorching through his entire being, leaving behind only a husk of who he once was.
And then⊠there was him.
Erwin Smith stood beside her, tall and unwavering, his presence like an anchor amidst the chaos. His face was set in that familiar, resolute expression, eyes sharp and determined.
But beneath the surface, she saw the toll this day had taken on him â the weight of all the lives he had led, the burdens of countless decisions, each one chipping away at the man who had carried them all.
The dirt and blood on his skin were like war paint, symbols of a struggle that was not yet over. His breath was steady, but his gaze betrayed the weariness of a man who had pushed beyond his limits.
When it came to injury and blood, you were used to it. When you lay together, the smell too was heavy. And yet, it was all different now. Now that no breath echoed through him. No longer housing a soul, this husk of a shell.
His hand hovered near hers, so close that she could almost feel the tremor in his fingers, the slight hesitation that spoke volumes. He was right there, standing beside her, as he had so many times before. In his presence, she felt the push and pull of conflicting emotions â admiration and anger, faith and doubt.
He was a symbol of everything she had fought for and everything she had lost. She didnât need to look up to know his expression; she knew it too well, had memorized every line of his face, every flicker in his eyes.
The scene before her was an unending cycle of torment and choice. Her eyes moved between the bodies, the broken figures of the living and the dying. Erwin, Bertoldt, Armin. Each name weighed heavy in her mind, each a testament to the violence and agony that had become their existence.
How many times had she witnessed this? How many times had she stood at this precipice, feeling as if the world was about to shatter into a thousand irreparable pieces?
Erwinâs presence beside her grounded her in that moment of harrowing clarity. For all the sorrow and pain she had known, he had been a constant â a reminder that even in the face of utter hopelessness, someone had to keep moving forward.
"We're giving the serum to Erwin, that is that!" Levi's voice rang out with a ferocity that left no room for argument, cutting through the chaos like a blade. The finality in his tone was unmistakable, a command that brooked no defiance.
Yet, even as he spoke, the young Jaeger cadet, Eren, continued to cry and scream, his voice raw and desperate, pleading with Levi to save his friend. His words were a frantic chorus, a manifestation of the anguish in his heart, but they fell on deaf ears. The redhead, Hange, quickly pulled Eren back, her face a mask of determination mingled with grief.
"Everyone away from here! In this place, we're going to revive Erwin," Levi barked again, trying to maintain his focus, trying to shield his resolve from the relentless tide of emotion that threatened to engulf him.
But then, there was Mikasa Ackerman. The girl with the dark eyes and the fierceness of a storm. She moved with a fluid grace, her muscles coiled like a spring ready to release. She lunged forward, her face contorted in a mixture of anger and heartbreak, her hands reaching out as if to claw back what was slipping away.
For a long time, she had seemed like a machine, all cold steel and sharp edges, but now⊠now she was anything but emotionless. There was something burning in her eyes â a ferocity that came from the depths of her soul, from a place of profound love and an equally profound loss. She felt as deeply as any of them. Perhaps even deeper. Deeper than Levi, deeper than Hange, perhaps deeper than anyone she had ever known.
And then, everyone left. One by one, the cries and shouts faded into the distance. The decision was made. The line was drawn. The living had been pulled away, leaving only the dying and the few who dared to remain.
But she stayed.
She could not move, could not bring herself to step back into the shadows and let it all fade away. She remained, rooted to the spot, as if by some unseen force, watching as Levi, with deliberate steps, approached Erwin. The tension in the air was thick, and Leviâs gaze was fixed on Erwin, his face a mask of conflicting emotions â determination, regret, sorrow.
Levi halted suddenly, his steps faltering as he noticed her there, kneeling beside Erwin. He hesitated, his brows furrowing. He couldn't read her expression; her face was an enigma, a puzzle that eluded him as much as Erwin's own had so often done. He studied her, but her eyes, her mouth, the set of her jaw â none of it gave him any clue. She seemed as much a mystery as the dying commander beside her, caught between life and death, between decision and indecision.
Without a word, she reached out, her hand brushing gently against Erwin's golden hair. She could feel the dirt and grime that had settled there, the earth that clung to him like a shroud, as if the ground itself sought to claim him before his time.
Her fingers trembled slightly as they moved through the strands, feeling the weight of the dirt, the roughness of the earth that seemed to signify all the burdens he had borne.
Her touch was tender, almost reverent, as if trying to convey a thousand unsaid things, a thousand unvoiced apologies and regrets, all in the delicate brush of her fingers through his hair. There was something sacred in this moment, something that felt like a goodbye that hadn't been spoken, a final connection to a man who had been so much to so many â a leader, a savior, a man with a dream that had carried them all forward. Your...your lover.
Erwin and you had never said anything about it. Labels weren't really what you both were able to say. Permanence was a rarity in your world, after all. A tie to humanity was a bane to the shoulders carrying the weight of the world. And yet....yet both of you know it. Felt it. Knew it.
Levi's gaze never left her, trying to decipher the meaning behind her touch, trying to understand what she was thinking, what she was feeling. But her face remained unreadable, a canvas of calm amidst the storm, as she continued to stroke Erwin's hair, her breath shallow, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat, matching the rhythm of a life that was slipping away.
In this moment, she felt the gravity of the choice they were about to make, the choice Levi was about to make, and she wondered if there was any right answer in a world so torn apart by suffering and sacrifice. The world seemed to narrow down to this single moment, this single touch, and she realized with a sinking feeling that whatever happened next, nothing would ever be the same.
"Y/N," Levi called out, his voice cutting through the stillness as he stopped a few feet away from her, urgency lacing his words. "Get away from him. We're running out of time."
Her eyes didn't leave Erwin's face, but her response was swift and firm, "Don't make the choice for him." She turned her gaze to meet Leviâs, and in her eyes, emotions swirled and collided â fear, sadness, resolve. Emotions that danced just beyond his understanding. "Not this time."
Levi's brows drew together, his frustration evident. "Huh? What do you mean, you brat?" He didn't have time for this, not now, not when every second mattered. He needed her to understand, to see reason.
"You chose for him before," she continued, her voice quieter now but no less forceful. "And he took it to heart. There will be no point in this." Her gaze fell back to Erwin, her hands brushing gently against his skin as if she could soothe him even in this state.
"There is," Levi shot back, his tone blunt and unwavering. "Erwin lives."
She shook her head, and for the first time, he saw the sheen of tears brimming in her eyes. "What for?" she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, yet it carried the weight of her breaking heart. "Levi, you'll be bringing him back to hell. There is no need for him to⊠to see it all over again."
"Y/Nâ" Levi began, his voice faltering slightly.Â
"I saw it today, Levi," she interrupted, her words almost a scream, yet they came out in a low, choked sob, thick with the grief clawing at her throat. "You freed him, and now you want to cage him again? That's enough, pleaseâŠ"
Leviâs eyes softened, if only for a moment, as he watched her turn back to Erwin, her movements tender and deliberate, as if any sudden motion might shatter what little was left holding her together. He saw the way her hands trembled, the way her lips quivered as if she were on the verge of breaking. âOiâŠâ he started, but the words died in his throat, replaced by a quiet bewilderment. "You want him to die?"
She closed her eyes, tears spilling over and tracing paths down her cheeks, and when she looked at him again, her expression was raw and open, the pain evident in every line of her face. "
I love him," she replied softly, her voice filled with a sorrow so deep it seemed to echo in the very air around them.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against Erwin's brow in a gentle, final kiss, her hands cradling his head tenderly as if trying to imprint this moment into her soul. If he was alive, he would have smiled at her. His own orbs looking at her face, as though memorizing each and every muscle, each and every expression, each and every moment. But he would never do so ever again.
"I prepared myself for this moment long ago, Levi. Thatâs why I'm letting him go to rest. As you should."
Levi felt something shift inside him, a familiar ache he had tried so hard to bury now resurfacing with a vengeance. He stared at her, her words sinking in, crashing against his resolve like waves against a crumbling shore. For a moment, he faltered. Her plea echoed in his mind, mingling with the memories of Erwin's countless sacrifices, his relentless drive, his dream that had become a curse. Levi knew that she wasn't asking for Erwin to die; she was begging for him to be free.
He felt his chest tighten, felt the weight of her grief pressing against his own. He had seen so much death, so much loss, but this â this was different. This was a plea from someone who had loved Erwin not just as a leader but as a man, who had seen him not as a symbol or a figurehead but as a human being with fears, dreams, and regrets.
âY/NâŠâ he whispered, almost helplessly, his hands tightening around the serum as if it could somehow solve everything, make everything right. But nothing was right. Nothing had been right for a long time.
She held Erwin close, her tears falling freely now, soaking into his dirt-streaked hair, her body shaking with the force of her sobs. "Let him rest, Levi," she whispered, a broken prayer against his skin. "Let him go where he doesn't have to fight anymore, where he doesn't have to be a soldier. Let him have peace."
Leviâs hand dropped a fraction, his gaze torn between Erwinâs still face and the woman kneeling beside him, her own spirit breaking right before his eyes. For once, in this world of endless battles, he felt the ground shift beneath him, felt the weight of what it meant to be a human in a world that seemed to forget what humanity meant.
In the silence that followed, he heard the quiet beat of his own heart, heard her quiet sobs, and he wondered if there was ever truly a choice in this place of unending suffering.
Levi looked down at the syringe in his hand, its weight seeming to grow heavier with every passing second. His gaze shifted to Erwin's still face, then to Y/N, her eyes pleading, full of pain and something deeper â something that touched a place in him he rarely let himself feel. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, feeling the full gravity of the decision pressing down on his shoulders, a burden he could scarcely bear.
He made the choice.
His hand moved, quick and certain, not allowing himself to second-guess, to hesitate any longer. He turned away from Erwin, his feet carrying him toward the burned and broken body of the young boy, Armin Arlert. Without a word, Levi injected the serum into Armin's arm, pushing the plunger down, watching the clear liquid disappear into the boy's veins.
There was no turning back now.
He stepped back, and it wasn't long before the transformation began. Armin's body twitched, convulsing violently, his eyes snapping open with a look of wild terror. He gasped, his mouth opening wide as an unearthly scream tore from his throat, a sound that echoed across the broken landscape, a sound that seemed to pierce the very heavens themselves.
His skin crackled and smoked, his limbs flailing as if possessed by some primal force. It was a cry of agony, of rebirth, a sound that spoke of pain and confusion and the violent struggle for life.
"(Y/N)âŠ" The soft murmur caught her attention, pulling her gaze away from the horrific sight of Armin's resurrection. Her heart seized in her chest as she lowered her head, her eyes falling to the parted lips of her dying lover, Erwin Smith.
His voice was barely a whisper, so faint she almost missed it amidst the chaos around them. She was certain he didn't know she was there beside him, even after all these years together, all these battles fought side by side, all these nights spent dreaming of a future that seemed so close and yet so impossibly far away.
"Let's⊠listen⊠to my⊠father's stories again..." Erwin's voice was broken, fragmented, each word a struggle, a final breath barely escaping his lips. His eyes were glazed, unfocused, his body limp in her arms.
Those were his last words â a quiet request from a man who had lived his entire life in search of the truth, a man whose heart had been filled with endless questions and doubts. He wanted to go back, back to those days when things were simpler, back to when he had believed in the stories his father told him, back to when there was still a chance to believe in something more.
She listened, tears streaming down her face, each drop carrying a piece of her breaking heart. She felt his pulse slow beneath her fingertips, felt the warmth begin to fade from his skin. She felt his heartbeat â once strong and steady, the rhythm that had carried him through countless battles â slow to a stop. She could no longer feel it, the silence deafening in her ears.
"You died in my arms, my love." she whispered softly, her voice breaking, her body trembling with the weight of her sorrow. She held him close, cradling his head against her chest, her fingers running through his hair one last time. "Just like you wantedâŠ"
Her words were a quiet lament, a final goodbye. She had known this moment would come, had prepared herself for it, or so she thought. But now, with his lifeless body in her arms, all her preparations felt like dust in the wind.
She had loved him with everything she had, had believed in him, had stood by him even when the world seemed to crumble around them. And now he was gone, leaving her with nothing but a shattered heart and a memory that would never fade.
She held him, her tears falling silently, mingling with the dirt and the blood and the sweat that covered them both. She held him as if by doing so, she could keep him a little longer, keep him from slipping away entirely. She held him because it was all she could do, because in the end, there was nothing left but this â this final act of love, this final goodbye.
Levi stood nearby, silent, watching as she wept, his own heart heavy with the weight of the choices he had made, with the price of their survival. He had chosen life for one, and in doing so, had condemned another to death. He knew there were no right answers, not in this world, not in this hell they lived in. There were only choices, and consequences, and the burden of living with them.
Levi and Hange stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in the distance. The young cadet, Armin, devoured the traitor Bertolt with a savage ferocity that seemed almost inhuman. Steam rose from his new, massive form, swirling around him like a shroud. It was a sight both grotesque and tragic â a boy forced into monstrosity, into survival by any means, at the cost of his innocence.
Hange turned away from the chaos, her gaze softening as it fell upon Erwinâs lifeless body. Her fingers reached out, trembling slightly as they brushed over his eyelids, closing them gently, tenderly, as if she could somehow grant him the peace he had never found in life.
Levi turned his gaze to her, watching the grief that etched itself into her features, the quiet sorrow that hung in the air between them. He could see it in her eyes â the mourning for a comrade, for a friend, for a leader whose dream had been left unfulfilled.
"He's gone," Hange whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, each word heavy with emotion. She pursed her lips, struggling to maintain her composure, to keep herself from breaking. Erwin had been their anchor, their constant, and now he was gone.Â
"Perhaps it's better this way." Levi replied with a soft sigh, his own voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. "He won't have to be in his hell anymore."
His eyes flicked back to Erwin's face, still and serene in death, free from the burdens that had weighed him down for so long. He couldn't help but think that maybe, in some small way, Erwin had found the peace he had never known in life.
Nearby, Flochâs brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief. He watched Y/N, still holding Erwinâs lifeless body, her hands running through his hair as if memorizing the feel of each strand.
âWhyâŠâ he began, his voice trailing off, unable to grasp why she seemed so calm, so accepting of what had happened.
Y/N's mind drifted back to a moment long ago, a memory that played like a silent film in her mind. Erwinâs voice came to her, clear and steady, even as his body had been failing.
âIf I were on the verge of death this mission⊠Y/N, let me face it and rest.â
She could still feel the warmth of his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin with a gentleness that belied the harsh reality of their world.
She had taken his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly, holding onto him, holding onto the promise she had made. âPromise me.
"He wanted to rest." she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers continuing to dance through his hair as if in a trance. Each touch was a farewell, a quiet goodbye to the man she had loved, to the dreams they had once dared to share. "This was his final choice."
âI promise.â she had whispered back then, her voice trembling with the weight of what she knew would come. She had made that promise, not understanding then how much it would cost her, how deeply it would cut.Â
Now, as she held him in her arms, she understood. She had kept her word. She had let him go, had let him find the peace he had sought for so long. It didnât matter what others thought, what they questioned or doubted.
She knew what he wanted. She had known him better than anyone, had seen him not just as the commander but as the man beneath â the man who had carried a burden too heavy for one person to bear.
Her voice trembled with love and pain as she whispered once more, "Youâre free now, Erwin. Youâre finally free."Â
Levi glanced at her, recognizing the truth in her words, the inevitability of what had happened. There was nothing left to say. They had lost so much, sacrificed so much, and yet somehow, they had to keep moving forward, keep fighting, even as their hearts bled for the ones theyâd left behind.
The air hung thick with silence, broken only by the distant rumblings of the newly born Titan, a sound that seemed almost distant compared to the weight of their loss. Leviâs eyes lingered on Y/N, her face shadowed with grief but also with a strange sense of serenity, an acceptance of what had come to pass. He could see it in her expression, in the way she cradled Erwin's body with a gentleness that spoke of deep, unwavering love.
Hange's breath hitched as she moved closer to them, her eyes searching Leviâs face for some form of reassurance, for some hint of what he was thinking, what he was feeling. She had seen him make countless choices before, seen him bear the weight of the world on his shoulders, but this⊠this was different. This was a choice he had never wanted to make.
âLeviâŠâ she began, her voice soft, almost hesitant. âDo you think⊠do you think he knew?â
Levi's gaze didnât leave Y/N. He took a moment before answering, his voice low and rough, like gravel underfoot. âI think he knew.â he said quietly. âI think he knew exactly what he wanted. And he made sure we understood it too, in his own way.â
Hange nodded slowly, understanding, though it didnât make the pain any less sharp, any less real. She looked at Y/N, seeing how tightly she held onto Erwin, how she seemed to draw strength from his lifeless form, even now.
âHe loved you,â Hange whispered, their voice filled with a quiet, knowing sadness. âHe really did. You were his reason⊠for so much.â
Y/N nodded, the tears falling freely now, her heart breaking all over again at the words. âI know.â she replied, her voice catching in her throat. âAnd thatâs why I had to let him go.â
Levi felt a pang in his chest, a rare, raw emotion that he rarely allowed himself to feel. He turned away slightly, trying to hide the tightness in his eyes, the moisture gathering there despite himself. âWe should⊠we should get moving.â he said, his voice gruff, more of an order to himself than to anyone else. âThereâs nothing left for us here.â
But Y/N didnât move. She stayed where she was, holding Erwin close, her fingers still tangled in his hair, her eyes closed as if she were trying to memorize the moment, to imprint it into her soul forever.
âJust a little longer..â she murmured softly, more to herself than to anyone else. âPlease⊠just a little longer.â
Levi hesitated, his heart aching as he watched her. He knew the pain of losing someone, knew it far too well. And yet, he also knew the strength it took to let go, to keep moving forward when everything inside you screamed to stay, to hold on, to never let go.Â
âWeâll give you that,â Hange said quietly, a soft, understanding smile on their lips despite the tears in their eyes. âTake your time, Y/N. As much as you need.â
Levi nodded, finally turning his back to them, his gaze shifting to the horizon, to the future that lay ahead of them, uncertain and filled with shadows. âWeâll wait.â he added, his voice softer, more human than it had been in a long time. âBut not too long.â
Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving Erwinâs face, her heart aching with the knowledge that this was the last time she would see him, the last time she would feel his presence, his warmth, the strength that had always been there, guiding them, leading them, even in their darkest moments.
She leaned down, pressing her lips to his forehead one last time, a final kiss, a final farewell. âIâll always love you, my love.â she whispered, her voice breaking, her tears falling like rain. âAlways⊠until my last breath.â
And with that, she let him go. She released him from her arms, from the pain of this world, from the burdens that had weighed so heavily on him. She stood slowly, feeling the weight of her grief settle into her bones, a heaviness that she knew would never truly leave her.
Levi and Hange watched, silent, as she rose, as she took a deep breath and turned to face them, her face streaked with tears, but her eyes filled with a quiet, resolute strength.Â
"Letâs go." she said softly, her voice steady, though her heart was shattered. "We have to regroup now."
Levi nodded, a rare, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. "Yeah."
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Why Twisters is an amazing movie
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I really love analyzing films and I need to talk about this movie so badly. Get cozy, grab a nice drink because this is a long one.
Spoilers below
[ Part 2 ]
1) Disaster film - Human vs Nature
Disasters films are one of the most difficult movies to write and shoot because itâs human vs nature and people can only do so much. They are to remind us that we are very fragile, nature very dangerous, and a visual metaphor for the illusion of control. Making a film like this also requires a lot of CGI or a balanced mix of practical effects which in most films today is not as common due to budget.
When looking at films like San Andres (2015) or Day After Tomorrow (2004), both films are more action based. San Andres is written worse to worse before it gets better which is externally common in films like these, the earth quakes that lead to a tsunami and so on. The film also ends with the hopeful âwe wonâ with the American flag and everyone recovering.
What makes Twisters stand out is the presence of the disasters are there but they arenât what drive the characters solely, the tornadoes themselves are actually a subplot. Itâs not tragedy after tragedy, like thereâs an ungodly amount of tornadoes at once and people are dying left and right. And when people died it wasnât graphic, I appreciated that very much that it was only people being swept away and not bloody. The tornadoes themselves only take up about 30 minutes of the 2 hour movie, which is very little compared to other storm films.
The main story is Kate working to overcome her trauma and relearning how to love chasing and being in the field again. They are an obstacle that do end being the âantagonistâ towards the end of the film where Kate drives into the EF5 to stop it. Twisters is more written in a way to respect nature, to see the beauty and the power of the earth. Twisters also ends more ambiguous, there is the moment of triumph but itâs very short lived before the resolution of Javi, Kate and Tyler at the airport.
2) Kateâs Character & Relationships
Kate is one of the best written female protagonists Iâve seen in a very long time. Through the film she is struggling to over come a lot of trauma while also trying to juggle her crumbled friendship with Javi and her disconnection with her mother. Her struggles are very real, they werenât played down or exaggerated, she had realistic response to being in a tornado again after the death of her friends. They also show her reliving that event many times, in the beginning we see a âghostâ of Jeb telling sheâs okay, the moment she sees a tornado with Javi up close, she stumbles back and the voices of Jeb as theyâre riding out the storm in the pool and how she grabs Tylerâs hand for a second to see if he was still there.
I personally loved that she refused to acknowledge her fear when around others because that is a very human thing, many people do it which makes her very dimensional and relatable. How she didnât give Ben her last name, how she told Riggs she wasnât scared. Itâs such a real things that it makes me froth at the mouth because it such good writing.
As many people are upset that Kate and Tyler didnât kiss, I actually agree on why they cut it out, itâs not about their budding romance. In movies there are many different subplots, in Twisters, Kate and Tyler are I would say around subplot C. Which I LOVED, i loved that they didnât have all her problems fixed by a love interest or how his character downplayed her intelligence. In fact he elevated her character, Tyler is there to remind her the passion and fun of their field, he is also a blank slate with Kate, he has no preconceptions about her or history which allows her to open up and reignite her passion she had before.
And her hair symbolism! How we see it slowly gets more brown and less bright beach blonde that we see in New York.
Kate and Javiâs relationship I would also place at subplot B, Javi trying to get Kate back in the field but doing it in a not so right way. They have some unresolved issues between them regarding the trauma they share and it rears its head multiple times. The line âthree of my best friends died while you were trying to land a big fat grant.â Was a real nail in the coffin for them but also it opened Javiâs character development up for the end of the film. Not only that but they and audience known that he agreed to getting the money at the beginning. So them splitting up was good because neither of them could get what they wanted or process anything when they were together. And in the end the come back together when they grow and change.
Also have to mention Kate and her mom, because itâs more growth for Kate, her mom comes in as the mentor character type, she refused to let Kate throw anything away and pushed her and Tyler together because she saw what he was doing.
3) Tyler Owens & The Wranglers
Of course I have to talk about our favorite tornado cowboy. His character is so interesting, he adds so much to each character, like a said above he only lifted Kate up.
But what I loved most about him was the infectious enthusiasm and passion he just oozed about weather. Even with the cocky YouTube personality he was having fun which was a contrast to Javi and Kate who were there on business. He is also very bright, instead of having a self taught chaser he had a degree, he knows what heâs doing and how to be safe while doing stupid stuff. The scenes where we see him showing her science side were some of my favorites, seeing him geek out over the storms and setting up models just showed heâs as much as a nerd and Kate.
His character is also very compassionate as well as the wranglers. We learn they sell merch so they can provide free food and water to survivors, that Tyler and Boone spent a while looking for a dog and that Lilly offered Kate food before she left. We see Tyler put himself in danger for the safety of others many times but not in a hero archetype way, heâs not a hero in any way, heâs a man who deeply cares, understands tragedy and knows how important friends and family are.
4) Music & Sound
Oh my god, the music in the film is phenomenal. Sound makes up a good majority of a movie, without good sound a film can flop. What I loved most about it was a lot of the music was diegetic: taking place in the world and can be heard by the characters. Seen(or heard) Ainât No Love In Oklahoma playing through the speakers as the wranglers roll up, accompanied by a shot of the loud speakers on the motor home and the audio editing to make it sound like itâs coming from said speakers. (Ghost) Riders in the Sky blasting while they go to shoot fireworks, seeing Tyler whipping the truck through the field very recklessly also sets up that these characters are wild and obnoxious. Boone singing along to Dead End Road while loading flares, it adds another element of fun for them to interact with the music instead of it there so let for aesthetics.
If there was music for the action scenes, it wasnât overpowering, in fact i barely noticed it until my third watch through.
The soundtrack is also really good, Iâm not a huge country fan but my god did I by that OST vinyl so fast.
5) The Trucks
This is an honorable mention, but the red sped up dually ram was a character in its self. Once again showing the rugged and fun loving wranglers when put next to StormPARâs pristine white trucks which is also a metaphor for Javi that we see it gets dirtier and dirtier as the film progresses and his character changes. But also how the red ram represents Tyler, heâs very safety oriented and the truck is a part of him and protects Kate during the final storm. She puts her trust in it and lets nature run it course instead of fighting it, something Tyler was trying to teach her. Not to run from it but to ride it.
But also Tyler ripping that rig through fields going 75mph is also just so funny to me.
I love symbolism.
Iâm gonna stop it here before I write a whole essay about this which I might. But if you havenât seen this movie I highly recommend it, itâs PG-13 so I suggest being careful watching this with little ones if you have them, the CGI storms can get a little freaky.
(Please let me know if you want more, I will gladly talk more)
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ON WATERS SO INVITING.
Because tonight, neither of you can hold back from tasting the honeyed tea directly from each otherâs lips.
ft. Wriothesley x gn! reader.
cw/genre: fluff, romance.
whatâs this? aya finally posting a fic? insert dramatic gasp. anyway, dedicating this one to @bunny-rambles @https-furina and @dearemilia <3 to my favorite wriothesley lovers, I hope you enjoy this, mwah !
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Notes of an herbal aroma fill the dim lit room.
Down here, it is sometimes difficult to keep track of time or the seasons, but the one constant that oftentimes keeps you sane are these meetings.
You are aware they take place once every week, just between him and you.
Steaming mugs are set atop the table separating you two.
Lately, youâve started wishing the distance of it wasnât there at all.
Softly clearing your throat, you place your hands around the warm cup. You take a moment to inspect its pattern, seeing how you had yet to encounter two identical sets.
You bring the liquid to your lips, taking the chance to briefly stare at the man before you while he focuses on some documents.
Unruly ebony strands stick out in different directions, somehow still managing to fall flatteringly over his face; sharp eyes, the color of starlit icicles scan over the pages, sharp jawline set, lips a taut line; your gaze travels lower still, helplessly getting lost in the contrast of black leather bands over the pale scarred skin of his neck.
Bitter. The tea you just tasted, but also the fact you have to pretend you two are just coworkers.
Although, sometimes, you thought he played you intentionally.
âHoney?â You ask, putting down your cup, beginning to stand up to get the honey jar from the adjacent shelf.
âYes, dear?â Is the answer uttered in his baritone.
You scoff, frowning, as you place your hands on your hips.
âWriothesley, I meant if you want honey for your tea.â You explain, tone pointed.
The warden puts down his paperwork, leaning back on his chair, that chilling gaze of his landing on you as his lips half curl into a devious grin.
âNo, that wonât be necessary, thank you.â He says, that slight smirk still on his face.
You nod, returning to your seat, jar of honey in hand.
As you start mixing the thick golden liquid with your not-sweet-enough tea, you can still note his eyes on you.
Itâs not that the feeling of the shiver his actions send down your spine is unpleasant per se, but youâll start having trouble maintaining the composed facade if he keeps this up.
âDid you find anything interesting regarding the investigation?â You inquire, stirring your beverage.
Wriothesley leans a little forward, his own tea, untouched.
Strange; he was always the one to suggest you have some, after all.
âYes to something interesting.â He states, resting his cheek on one of his hands. You swear those fingerless gloves of his are too distracting. âBut itâs not related to the investigation.â
You raise an eyebrow, sipping on your finally sweet tea.
âCare to enlighten me, Your Grace?â You tease, as your honeyed lips tilt up in a grin.
The man chuckles, standing up from his seat, rounding the table towards where you are.
âI can enlighten you alright, if youâre willing to offer a little collaboration.â The Duke whispers, from behind you, lips almost brushing the shell of your ear.
You swallow, putting down your drink in fear youâll end up spilling it with how fast your heart is hammering against your ribcage.
âAlright.â You choke out.
âGood.â He approves. With a swift move, he takes your hand, making you stand up too.
âWriothesley, what are you doing? Your tea is going to get coldâŠâ You try for a serious tone, but your voice comes out smaller than you would have liked.
âHm? What was that? If I remember correctly, you wanted to know what I found, no?â Is his response, as he brushes some flyaway strands away from your face, his calloused thumb softly brushing over the pink of your lower lip.
âWriothesleyâŠâ You utter, breathless.
âShhh, donât say a thing now, sweetheart.â He tells you, his face tilted to the side, one of his hands holding your chin, guiding your gaze to his, as the other cradles your cheek.
And those frosted sky eyes.
You may not be able to see the light blues painted by daylight every dawn from down here, but, right now, youâre pretty sure you prefer the shade of His Graceâs stare.
Who could blame you, for your next actions, when the distance between you suddenly vanishes and heâs reciprocating them?
You stand on your tiptoes.
And then, your lips collide against the Dukeâs.
He kisses you back, more gentle than you would have expected.
Bitter and sweet flavors mingle in the annihilated space between you, as your fingers tangle in his dark hair and his hands grab your waist.
Wriothesley kisses you as if heâs drinking in the sunlight heâs been deprived of for ages; sweetly, tenderly, as if he was afraid this gold rush would disintegrate right before him; searing, the burning sensation of raw ice on bare skin.
And you canât have enough of it, of him.
Months of yearning, of dreaming awake, finally realized in the burning of your lungs at the lack of air when his lips envelop yours.
Alas, his enlightenment only went so far for today, for the next thing you know, heâs pulling away, that same grin on his features once again, as you chase after the fading kiss.
An index over your lipâs cupidâs bow stops you, though.
âFound it interesting?â The man that currently has you on the palm of his hand questions, amusement laced through the lilt of his voice.
You reach a hand out, delicately running your thumb over the scar beneath his right eye.
He takes ahold of your hand, planting a lingering kiss on the back of it.
âLetâs find out more about it tomorrow, shall we?â The Duke utters, as he starts towards the door of his office. âBy the way, that honey is very good.â Are his last words before he exists, eyes flitting from the jar to your lips.
And so, you stand there, alone and lovestruck, both your hands holding your burning cheeks as you contain a squeal.
Tomorrow canât come fast enough.
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A Love Unscripted
Summary: Daniel and Y/N, co-stars on a film set, experience an intense connection that quickly blossoms into love. As they navigate their deepening relationship, they find that their off-screen romance becomes the greatest story of their lives.
Paring: Daniel BrĂŒhl x reader
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It was a bright, crisp morning in Berlin, and the air buzzed with excitement as the cast and crew gathered for the first day of shooting. This was no ordinary film setâthis was the next big project from a critically acclaimed director, and everyone knew it had the potential to be a masterpiece. The title of the film, still under wraps, hinted at a deep, emotional journey that would challenge both the actors and the audience.
Y/N arrived on set with a mix of nerves and excitement, feeling the weight of this opportunity. It was their first major role, and although they had done their fair share of indie films and theater, this was different. The script had resonated deeply with Y/N when they first read it, and they knew this role could be a turning point in their career.
As Y/N stepped out of their trailer, adjusting the costume that already felt like a second skin, they noticed a familiar face on set. Daniel BrĂŒhl was speaking with the director, his warm, easygoing smile lighting up his features. Y/N had always admired Danielâs work from afarâthe subtlety of his performances, the way he could convey so much with just a glance or a slight change in his expression. Meeting him in person, however, was something they hadnât quite prepared for.
Taking a deep breath, Y/N walked over to where Daniel and the director were chatting. As they approached, the director noticed Y/N and smiled broadly. "Ah, Y/N! Perfect timing. Come meet your co-star."
Daniel turned towards Y/N, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. His eyes met Y/Nâs, and there was an unmistakable sparkâa connection that went beyond the usual pleasantries of a first meeting. Danielâs smile widened, and there was a warmth in his gaze that immediately put Y/N at ease.
âHi, Iâm Daniel,â he said, extending his hand.
âY/N,â they replied, shaking his hand. The touch lingered a bit longer than necessary, and Y/N felt a strange but pleasant flutter in their chest.
âItâs great to finally meet you,â Daniel continued, his voice smooth and genuinely kind. âIâve heard a lot of good things about you.â
Y/N chuckled, trying to ignore the heat rising to their cheeks. âWell, I hope I can live up to the hype.â
âIâm sure you will,â Daniel said, his eyes never leaving Y/Nâs. âI watched some of your previous work. Youâre really talented.â
Y/N was caught off guard by the compliment. âThank you, that means a lot coming from you.â
Before the conversation could continue, the director clapped his hands. âAlright, letâs get started! Weâve got a lot to cover today.â
The first scene they were shooting was a pivotal oneâan intense confrontation between Y/N and Danielâs characters. The air was charged with anticipation as the crew set up the shot. Y/N took their position, trying to focus on the characterâs emotions, but found themselves distracted by the fact that Daniel was standing so close.
Daniel, sensing Y/Nâs nervousness, leaned in slightly and whispered, âDonât worry, just be in the moment. Weâve got this.â
Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. As soon as the director called âAction,â the transformation was instantaneous. Y/N slipped into their characterâs mindset, and the world around them faded away. The scene required them to confront Danielâs character, emotions running high as they delivered their lines with a mixture of anger and vulnerability.
Daniel was incredible. His performance was raw, powerful, and it drew Y/N in, making it easy to react naturally. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and it crackled with intensity, as if they had known each other for years instead of mere minutes.
When the director finally called âCut,â there was a moment of stunned silence on set. Y/N blinked, coming back to reality, and noticed that the crew was staring at them with something like awe. The director had a wide grin on his face.
âThat was fantastic!â he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. âThe chemistry between you two is electric. If we can capture even a fraction of that in every scene, weâve got something truly special here.â
Y/N glanced over at Daniel, who was still looking at them with that same warm smile. âYou were amazing,â he said softly, his eyes full of admiration.
âSo were you,â Y/N replied, feeling the flutter in their chest return.
As the day progressed, the initial nerves melted away. Daniel and Y/N fell into an easy rhythm, their connection both on and off-screen growing stronger with each take. Between scenes, they would chat about everything from their favorite films to their experiences growing up in different parts of the world. They discovered they had a lot in commonâa shared love for classic cinema, a penchant for exploring new places, and a mutual respect for the craft of acting.
During lunch, they found themselves sitting together, away from the rest of the cast and crew. It wasnât intentional, but it felt natural, as if they had always gravitated toward each other. As they ate, their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and the occasional teasing remark.
âYou know,â Daniel said, leaning back in his chair, âI didnât expect to meet someone whoâs as passionate about cinema as I am.â
Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth in their heart. âI could say the same about you. Itâs nice to talk to someone who gets it.â
Daniel nodded, his expression thoughtful. âItâs rare to find someone who really understands what itâs like to lose yourself in a role, to feel that connection with the character and the story. I can tell youâre someone who does.â
Y/N looked at Daniel, their eyes meeting once again. There was something in his gaze that made their heart skip a beatâan intensity, a depth that went beyond mere attraction. It was as if they were seeing each other, truly seeing each other, for the first time.
âI feel the same way,â Y/N admitted, their voice soft but sincere. âThereâs something about this project, about working with you⊠It feels different. Special.â
Danielâs gaze softened, and he reached across the table, his hand gently covering Y/Nâs. âI feel it too,â he said quietly. âI think this could be the start of something really wonderful.â
The rest of the shoot passed in a blur. Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, Y/N and Danielâs connection deepened. Their scenes together were electric, filled with a chemistry that was palpable to everyone on set. Off-camera, they spent more and more time together, often finding excuses to stay late after a day of shooting just to talk, to be in each otherâs company.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day of filming, they decided to take a walk around the city. The night was cool, the streets quiet as they wandered aimlessly, talking about everything and nothing. Daniel seemed more relaxed than usual, his usual charisma softened by the late hour and the intimacy of the moment.
As they walked along the Spree River, the moonlight reflecting off the water, Daniel suddenly stopped. Y/N, who had been in the middle of a story, turned to look at him in surprise.
âIs everything okay?â Y/N asked, concerned.
Daniel smiled, a little sheepishly. âYeah, itâs just⊠Iâve been wanting to ask you something.â
Y/Nâs heart began to race, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation bubbling up inside them. âWhat is it?â
Daniel hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. âDo you believe in love at first sight?â
The question caught Y/N off guard. They stared at Daniel, their mind racing. Did they believe in love at first sight? They had always thought it was something that only happened in movies, in the stories they told on screen. But as they looked into Danielâs eyes, so full of sincerity and something deeper, something that felt a lot like love, they found themselves reconsidering.
âIâm not sure,â Y/N replied honestly. âBut⊠I think I might be starting to.â
Danielâs smile widened, and without another word, he took a step closer. The distance between them disappeared as he gently cupped Y/Nâs face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. Y/Nâs breath caught in their throat as Daniel leaned in, his lips brushing theirs in a kiss that was soft, tentative, and full of unspoken emotions.
The world seemed to fade away in that moment. There was no film set, no crew, no camerasâjust the two of them, standing by the river, lost in each other. The kiss deepened, and Y/N felt a warmth spread through their entire body, a sense of rightness, of inevitability, as if this was exactly where they were meant to be.
When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they shared a quiet moment of connection.
âIâve wanted to do that since the moment we met,â Daniel admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N smiled, their heart full. âSo have I.â
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world forgotten. It was a perfect moment, the kind that Y/N had only ever experienced in the movies they loved so much. But this wasnât a script, and this wasnât a role. This was real, and it was happening to them.
As they walked back to their hotel, hand in hand, Y/N couldnât help but feel like they were living in a dream. But it was better than any dream they could have imaginedâbecause it was real, and it was theirs.
The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions, both on and off set. Their relationship blossomed quietly, just under the radar of the curious eyes of the cast and crew. Though they kept it professional during filming, it was impossible to hide the subtle glances, the shared smiles, and the way their hands would brush as they passed each other by.
Y/N found themselves falling deeper for Daniel with every passing day. He was kind and considerate, with a sense of humor that caught them off guard and made them laugh when they least expected it. They had never felt this way before, and it scared them as much as it thrilled them. But there was a comfort in Danielâs presence, a sense of safety that made them feel like everything was going to be okay.
One afternoon, they had a rare day off from shooting, and Daniel suggested they explore the city together. Berlin was full of history and culture, and though Y/N had been there for weeks, they hadnât had much time to truly experience it.
They spent the day wandering through art galleries and museums, stopping at cafes for coffee and pastries. Y/N couldnât help but notice how Daniel seemed to know all the best spots, the hidden gems that only locals frequented. He would tell stories about the cityâs history, pointing out landmarks and sharing little anecdotes that made Y/N feel like they were getting a private tour from someone who truly loved the place.
As the day turned into evening, they found themselves at a small, cozy restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The candlelit atmosphere was intimate, and Y/N could feel their heart racing as they sat across from Daniel, the flickering light casting shadows across his handsome features.
âThis place is beautiful,â Y/N said, looking around at the warm, inviting decor. âHow did you find it?â
Daniel smiled, a little shyly. âIâve been here a few times. Itâs one of my favorite spots in the city. I thought you might like it.â
Y/N reached across the table, taking his hand in theirs. âI love it. Thank you for bringing me here.â
Danielâs eyes softened, and he squeezed Y/Nâs hand gently. âThereâs something Iâve been meaning to say,â he began, his voice serious.
Y/N felt a flutter of nerves in their stomach. âWhat is it?â
Daniel hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. âI know we havenât known each other for very long, but⊠I canât help the way I feel. From the moment we met, I felt this connection between us, something Iâve never experienced before. I donât want to scare you off, but I think Iâm falling in love with you.â
Y/Nâs breath caught in their throat, their heart pounding in their chest. They had felt it too, but hearing Daniel say it out loud made it all the more real, all the more intense.
âI feel the same way,â Y/N admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. âIâve been trying to make sense of it, but⊠I think Iâm falling for you too.â
The relief in Danielâs eyes was palpable, and he let out a breath he didnât realize heâd been holding. He stood up from his seat, moving to sit beside Y/N, and pulled them into a gentle embrace. Y/N melted into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against theirs, the steady beat of his heart under their cheek.
For a while, they just sat there, holding each other, letting the world outside fade away. It was as if time had stopped, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble of happiness. They talked quietly, sharing their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities. It was easy to be vulnerable with Daniel, easy to let down the walls they had built around their heart.
As the evening wore on, they decided to head back to the hotel, their hands intertwined as they walked through the quiet streets. The city was alive with the soft hum of nightlife, but Y/N only had eyes for Daniel, who looked at them with such affection that it made their heart ache in the best possible way.
When they reached Y/Nâs hotel room, they lingered outside the door, neither of them wanting the night to end. Daniel brushed a strand of hair from Y/Nâs face, his touch tender and full of longing.
âCan I come in?â he asked softly, his voice full of emotion.
Y/N nodded, their heart racing. They opened the door, leading Daniel inside, and as soon as it closed behind them, he pulled them into a deep, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of all the emotions they had been holding back, all the desire and affection that had been building between them since the day they met.
They stumbled toward the bed, their lips never breaking contact, and as they fell into the soft sheets, Y/N knew this was where they were meant to beâwrapped in Danielâs arms, lost in the feeling of being loved and cherished by someone who saw them for who they truly were.
The night was a blur of whispered words and tender touches, of shared laughter and quiet moments of connection. When they finally drifted off to sleep, tangled up in each other, Y/N felt a peace they had never known before. It was as if all the pieces of their life had finally fallen into place, and they knew, deep in their heart, that this was just the beginning of something truly beautiful.
The next morning, they woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Daniel was still asleep beside them, his face peaceful and relaxed, and Y/N couldnât help but smile as they watched him. They had never felt this content, this happy, and they knew they had found something special, something worth holding onto.
As Daniel stirred awake, his eyes meeting Y/Nâs with a sleepy smile, they leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. âGood morning,â Y/N whispered, their voice full of affection.
âGood morning,â Daniel replied, his voice husky with sleep. He pulled Y/N closer, his arms wrapping around them as if he never wanted to let go. âLast night was⊠incredible.â
âIt was,â Y/N agreed, their heart swelling with emotion. âI donât want this to end.â
âIt doesnât have to,â Daniel said, his gaze serious. âI meant what I said last night. Iâm falling for you, Y/N, and I want to see where this goes. I donât care about the logistics or what anyone else thinks. All I know is that I want to be with you.â
Tears pricked at Y/Nâs eyes as they looked into Danielâs sincere gaze. They had been so afraid to let themselves fall, but now that they had, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
âI want that too,â Y/N said, their voice choked with emotion. âI want to be with you, Daniel.â
He smiled, a smile so full of warmth and love that it took Y/Nâs breath away. âThen letâs make it happen. Weâll figure it out together.â
And so, they did. As the film production continued, so did their relationship, growing stronger with each passing day. They faced the challenges together, navigating the complexities of a public relationship in a private world, but nothing could diminish the connection they shared.
When the film finally wrapped, and it was time to say goodbye to the set and the characters they had brought to life, Y/N and Daniel knew that this was just the beginning of their story. They had found something real, something lasting, and as they walked hand in hand into the next chapter of their lives, they knew they were ready to face whatever came next, as long as they were together.
In the end, it wasnât just a love story scripted for the screenâit was their love story, one that would continue to unfold in ways they could never have imagined. And as they looked into each otherâs eyes, they knew that this was the greatest role they would ever play, not as actors, but as themselves, deeply in love and ready to take on the world, side by side.
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Weeping maiden
Prologue part 2
Name] was woken up by Flora, an old fairy who worked in RSA to help around. She decided to take care of her, mentioning how she used to take care of a teenage girl in the past.
â_I hope you had a good night darling. I prepared a surprise for you.
_Good morning Flora.â
[Name] yawned before walking down the stairs to the living area. She looked at the red fairy going around using magic to prepare breakfast. Flora then pulled a small box on the table.
â_Here, I made it myself.
_Thank you, Flora.
_The Headmage said he didn't have a girl uniform. So I asked him to give me some tissue here and there to make your uniform.
_Thank you, I love it but⊠it's pink.
_Yes! Lovely isn't it?
_ Isn't the school uniform white and Blue?
_But pink would be better for a sweet princess like yourself.
_ I'm notâŠ
_Now, now, you will be late. So dress up and off you go.â
A knock was heard on the door before the young girl could even argue back. She looked at the fairy leaving for the door as she took the uniform. [Name] came back after some time.
Flora was chatting with a young man. With his long pale blond hair, light purple eyes, and a sleepy look he looked so soft and delicate. He wore the school uniform with a pink and blue cardigan inside. It was as if the colors tried to mix. His eyes twinkled when he saw her.
â_Good morning, I'm Aurelius a first-year like you. The headmaster asked me to be your guide since we are in the same class.
_ I'm [Name], let's be friends.
_It would be my pleasure, Princess.â
The young girl felt a little bashful. Aurelius smiled teasingly as he held his hand to her. [Name] walked with the young man, he held her hand all the way. She felt like she may have to say something but didnât dare. Chatting with him was surprisingly easy even when her social skills were so low. Aurelius was a good listener.
As they walked upon the main road, she could see two rows of statues. Like in NRC, they seemed also to have important people they were inspired by. Noticing her curious look, Aurelius tactfully started to talk about them.
â_This is the Seven Lights, their equally renowned like the great seven. Oh, but you must not know them too. I will tell you more about them afterward if you want.
_Itâs okay, can you tell me more about the seven lights?â
Aurelius looked excited by the prospect, he eagerly started to blabber about them. [Name] smiled not even noticing the slight blush on his cheek as he talked with her.
â_Sure, the beautiful princess you see there, is Snow White. They say that she was so beautiful that she had to flee from her home. She took care of seven children in a cottage deep in the forest. She came back after she worked hard and discovered a seven-jewelled mine. She ended up saving a kingdom from a terrible queen and saved the kingdom from bankrupt with the mine. Her dorm is Apple Red, they have the most hard-working people here.
_You would never have imagined it, looking at her. She looks so delicate.
_I know, itâs incredible, right? The next one is my dorm. Belle-Rose is based on the famous beast Tamer. She tamed a terrible beast thanks to her knowledge and saved her village. It was said that she was a dreamer and enjoyed romance stories a lot. It must be why Iâm in this dorm.â
Both laughed as they looked at the other statues.
â_This little girl isâŠ
_The lady in blue. She saved a kingdom from a tyrannical queen.â
They turned around to see a delicate-looking boy. His hair was short and platinum blond. It gave him an icy but soft look coupled with his light blue eyes. He smiled softly before lifting her hand to put a light kiss on it. Aurelius frowned a little uncomfortable by the boyâs action. Even more so when he looked at the violet-eyed boy and had a small smirk. Aurelius could tell they werenât going to be big friends.
â_Alexis Lewis, a first-year from the Whitecourt dorm. Nice to meet you, my lady.â
[Name] could hear his British accent even when he talked. His eyes looked calm but she could see a small gleam in it. A teasing little light barely contained behind his smooth appearance.
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Century of Love Ep 1 Stray Thoughts
Daou and Offroad are back on my screens. Pond Ponlawit is here. Iâm ready.
Hey, Daou looks great.
Oh shit he can fight! The sound effects are killing me.
This woman is very pretty.
I really hope we see this little boy later on as a jaded caretaker of Daouâs character after decades of putting up with him.
This bullet-be-gone rock is so powerful.
Wow, this show is giving us the lore upfront. Thatâs refreshing.
Pond is playing a villain?!?
Bro, you ainât get her no good shoes for running, or a proper change of clothes? Yâall gonna try to escape in her wedding dress?
Wow this guy speed ran ruining Vadâs life.
Damn, this Savant guy must really love Vad to give up the special stone for San.
100 years of chronic pain to find the one you love? I do love fantastical romance sometimes.
Thank you, show, for giving me adult Pao and then his memorial. I hope someone "does well in the interview" in this show.
It works really well that San is stuck on where Vaf died.
I know War Jirawat is probably having fun treating San like he's much older than him.
Oof, and he's fussing at people like an old man out of touch.
Wow. Very fucked up that he feels every wound he's ever healed from like this. At least they softened it by taking San's shirt off again, because it doesn't seem like he's built up any tolerance to it.
They were so sensible about protecting this stone. I'm now worried about how it inevitably gets stolen.
Goddamn how tall is Daou?? This girl San saved looked kinda tall.
Wow. Crashed into each other underneath a large red cloth.
Wow, Offroad is still so pretty.
A RED STRING!!!!!!!
I wonder who Vee lives with.
Oh my god is this the same store from Love in Translation?? I'm going to scream. I hope it's still a worker-owned cooperative.
Vee lives alone? Why the extra bed?
I do like the reaction shots from the goddess statue.
Wow, and now they're giving us a Vee shower scene. Hooray for us.
I like how flirty Vee feels. Haven't seen this from Offroad since Our Days.
WOW. FIRST EPISODE KISS??
Oh, that exhale sound was excellent. You could feel something being let go.
I see. It was just a dream. Still, I like them giving us that in the first episode!
Hey, so that was a really great first episode! We got all the backstory we needed, established the rules, set our time limit, and met a great cast of characters. I'm excited to see who Pond reincarnated as in this timeframe. There's a good mix of drama, comedy, action, and tragedy in this that I find really compelling. Everyone is also putting in constant effort into each scene. Also, Offroad has never been prettier, my goodness.
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Lokius Fic Recs
Multi-chapter edition
And now sharing a few of my favorite multi-chapter Lokius fics! See my less than 10K season one Lokius fic recs here. Less than 10K season two fic recs here.
Loki & Mobius Reunite Post Season 2
The Storyteller Saga by kcscribbler- Loki and Mobius find their way back to each other after the events of season 2. If worldbuilding is your jam- this is the series for you! (154,464 words)
Between Comfort and Chaos by em13x- Loki and Mobius find their way back to each other after the events of season 2. (22,007 words)
Loki & Mobius Reunite Post Season 1
On a Wing and a Prayer by Lydiagwilt- Post season 1, Mobius is imprisoned by a sinister alternate TVA and prays to Loki for help. Loki hears him and begins a daring rescue attempt. A great mix of action and character drama. (33,842 words)
Following On a Wing and a Prayer, read Variation on a Theme. Director Mobius is struggling to rebuild the authoritarian TVA, especially with a megalomaniac Kang on the loose and the multiverse seeming to unravel at the seams. President Loki is back from the Void and ready to help⊠but can he be trusted? A beautiful Lokius adjacent story about trust and healing with plenty of mystery and worldbuilding. And Mobius variants my beloveds!) (40,060 words and counting)
never known how it broke me down by RunnyYolk - 5+1 times Loki hugs Mobius. Following a multiversal war, Loki and Mobius find their way back to one another and work to rebuild the TVA (hugs and romantic confessions ensue). (51,152 words)
Loki Series Season One Divergent
where the edge began by RunnyYolk - Canon divergent from season 1, episode 3. Loki follows Sylvie through the time door but it doesnât result in the Roxxcart Divorce. The depth of the TVA's lies are unraveled from the inside instead as Loki and Mobius stumble their way into a real trusting partnership...and more. (189,207 words)
Heartbreak anthem by ylc- Canon divergent slightly from season one, episode 3. What if Loki and Mobius had been sleeping together before Roxxcart? Making the Roxxcart Divorce all the angstier? (With a hopeful ending). (25,051 words)
For the longest time by Mirilya - a Lokius Hanahaki fic. If youâre looking for some whumpy, angsty, unrequited and then requited love, this is the fic for you. Starring a helplessly in love Mobius. (30,032 words)
With You Through The Storms by DewdropReader - a post Thor 1 + Human AU. Mobius finds a scared cat in the middle of a rainstorm and takes him home to keep him safe. The cat sticks around and he and Mobius become close friends. One day Mobius comes home to find his cat has transformed into a person who claims to be Loki, God of Mischief. An oh-so-soft domestic everyone needs a hug/gets a hug Lokius love story. (62,081 words and counting)
Got your world in my hand by Mirilya - Post season one (or any season tbh) Mobius and Loki are living happily at the TVA. Now, itâs time for Mobius to visit Asgard. Sweeping romantic declarations ensue! (10,465 words)
Human AUs
What Makes A Good Man by chamel - CIA AU. Mobius just wants to bring down the notorious and prolific art thief he's been studying for years. He certainly doesn't expect said thief to be so handsome, or charming, or... helpful? (98,634 words)
Fit the Profile by WaterHorseyBlues- Detective AU. Loki and Private Detective Mobius work together to unravel a mystery after Loki is unexpectedly taken hostage one night. What at first seems like unmotivated violence turns into something much bigger than either Loki or Mobius could have expected. Could the answer lie in Loki's past? Or is something far more sinister going on? (77,786 words)
falling in love at a coffeeshop by thumbbird- Coffee shop AU. Talent Acquisition Director Mobius M Mobius has been going to Odinsonâs coffeeshop for years. When he finds out his favorite barista Loki has left Odinsonâs, he switches shops and romance ensues! (93,239 words)
On My Reading List
And here are two fics that I havenât read yet but come highly recommended.
i bet on losing dogs by thumbbird
A Warning From The Gods (To Stay Away) by StompedKirbs
Again, I feel like these fics represent only a sliver of the brilliance that exists in this fandom. You can find more fic recs here.
Happy reading!
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@musix-s Requested a part 2 to the Yoriichi x Gen-Z reader!!
Blossoms of Eternal Love
Summary: Despite her lack of experience with romance, Y/N is constantly swept off her feet by Yoriichiâs effortless and heartfelt declarations of love. During a walk amidst the enchanting cherry blossoms, Yoriichiâs tender words and actions leave Y/N overwhelmed with emotion.
Warnings: None
Note: WE ALL NEED A YORIICHI IN OUR LIFE. I had a little too much fun writing this out. @musix-s I hope this what you wanted!! I had trouble trying to find a good way to start it.
Y/N didn't know much about romance. She never had a boyfriend in her past life. Her attitude drove the guys away. She remembers watching those videos of dudes rizzing up their girlfriends or the random girls and always wondered if someone would ever say stuff like that to her.
The warm afternoon sun bathed the small house Y/N and Yoriichi shared in a golden glow. Y/N was lounging on the couch, lost in thought, when Yoriichi entered, his presence calming and gentle.
âWould you like to take a walk with me, Y/N?â Yoriichiâs voice was soft, like a soothing melody.
Y/N nodded, smiling as she rose to follow him outside. As they stepped into the sunlight, Yoriichi took her hand in his, lifting it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss on her knuckles. His eyes never left hers. âYour touch is the only thing that can calm my restless heart,â he said, his voice like velvet.
Y/N felt herself melt inside. How could he say something so romantic so effortlessly? As they walked, he would occasionally glance at her, each time saying something that made her heart flutter.
âYou know,â Yoriichi began, his tone casual yet filled with warmth, âevery moment I spend with you is a moment I cherish deeply.â
His words were as smooth as butter, and each one made Y/N feel weak at the knees. She tried to focus on the path ahead, but his gaze and his words were magnetic. She could see the genuine love in his eyes, and it made everything he said so much more intense.
They continued down a path lined with cherry blossom trees in full bloom. Petals drifted gently to the ground like pink snow, and the air was filled with their sweet fragrance, creating an almost magical atmosphere.
Suddenly, Yoriichi stopped walking and turned to face her. âY/N,â he said softly, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. âYou are my everything. Without you, my world would be dark and empty."
Her face turned crimson, and she felt like her brain had short-circuited. She stood there, trying to process his words, but they overwhelmed her. Yoriichiâs concern was evident as he stepped closer, his hands gently cupping her face. His thumb caressed her cheek, sending shivers down her spine.
âAre you alright?â he asked, his voice filled with worry. Instead of checking her temperature with his hands, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. âDo you have a fever?â he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.
Y/Nâs mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The combination of his tender touch, his sincere words, and his close proximity was too much for her to handle. She was utterly and completely overwhelmed, unable to form a coherent response.
Yoriichi looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of love and concern. âYou mean everything to me, Y/N. I would cross the entire world just to see you smile.â
Her heart felt like it might burst from the sheer intensity of her feelings. She was at a loss for words, her body trembling slightly from the overwhelming emotions coursing through her. Yoriichi seemed to understand her silence, his expression softening as he held her close.
In that moment, Y/N knew without a doubt that he was aware of the effect he had on her. He had to know. But instead of teasing her, he simply held her, his presence comforting and reassuring. She leaned into him, her heart full, knowing that she was deeply loved by this incredible man.
The world around them faded into the background, leaving just the two of them in their own perfect moment. The cherry blossom petals continued to fall around them, adding to the romantic setting. Yoriichiâs forehead remained pressed against hers, and he whispered the sweetest words a man could ever say to someone. âMy love for you is eternal, Y/N. In this life and the next, I will always find you and love you.â
Y/N did not know it was possible for someone to be this romantic. She felt herself getting overwhelmed. Her no-bullshit attitude was left somewhere else. She did the only thing she could think to do in that moment since her words werenât going to come out. She kissed him.
Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss that spoke volumes of their love and connection. Yoriichiâs hands moved to cradle the back of her head gently, deepening the kiss just enough to convey his unwavering devotion. The cherry blossoms swirled around them, as if the world itself was celebrating their love.
When they finally pulled apart, Y/Nâs face was flushed, and her heart was pounding in her chest. Yoriichi smiled at her, a look of pure adoration in his eyes. âThank you for being my everything,â he whispered, his voice full of love.
Y/N smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through her entire being. In that moment, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be, with the person who loved her more than anything in the world.
#fanfic#writing#fandom#fluff#anime#cute#anime x reader#demon slayer#demon slayer anime#demon slayer imagines#yoriichi x reader#kny yoriichi#yoriichi tsugikuni#requested#reqs open#request are open#x reader#so cute#rizzing#romantic#demon slayer fanfic#demon slayer headcanons#headcanons
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writeblr intro!
about me
Hi there, I'm Florence (or Flor for short)! I'm a tech person by day, an artist by night, and a writer everywhere in between!
I set up this blog because I want to document my writing process whilst also being able to connect to fellow writers and get into a community! Since I'm new here and don't know anyone I'll give a follow to everyone who interacts with this post! â§
writing
culturally/ethnically diverse characters
mostly contemporary about topics such as grief, identity, mental health - even though I am working on my first post-apocalyptic project rn
I would love to write more angst which I'm practicing atm
I keep it pretty PG (even though I like reading non-PG stuff I don't feel comfortable writing it myself)
there's always a little bit of romance lingering I guess but it's never the main story
WIPs
SUNFLOWER KILL
action / slife of life idk
Hitwoman of Turkish descent living in London visits her grandmother in Turkey over the summer, whose reality is completely different to hers
mood: funny, hopeful, exciting (hopefully)
SOMEWHERE BETTER
dystopian / post-apocalyptic duology
set in 2067 on a dirty sad earth (think a mix of Fallout wastelands and the earth depicted in Idiocracy)
the plague has taken over the world causing humanity to escape to mars colonies
native American / Mediterranean (I don't touch on cultural / traditional themes though as I am not native American myself, it wouldn't be authentic and I don't want to be accidentally insensitive) female main character with hearing aid (yeahhh!)
south American male side character who used to work at the colonization corporation and is now on the run
finished
road trip novel featuring a young woman of greek descent
Good Company | Novel [available here] (release date 24.07.2024)
True-Crime fan Sofia is still mourning the loss of her grandfather when she unexpectedly comes across his legacy in the form of a forgotten movie script. One thing leads to another and Sofia soon finds herself on a turbulent road trip along the West Coast, where she not only encounters weird strangers, bizarre delicacies, and odd museums but also has to prove herself as a getaway driver. Their destination is Los Angeles, where Sofia hopes to find not only answers but also traces of her grandfather and maybe even a piece of herself âŠ
fun facts
I have four cats! (yes, four)
I love true-crime podcasts and forensic files (who doesn't?)
I'm vegan
I'm also an artist over ⧠here â§
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10 Ways to Craft an Ending That Leaves Readers Satisfied (and Haunted)
To avoid making your story ending disappointing, you need to create an ending that feels earned, meaningful, and resonant. Hereâs how you can achieve that:
1. Fulfill the Promise of the Story
âą Setup and Payoff: Make sure that your ending resolves the central conflict or answers the key question posed at the beginning. If youâve set up big mysteries, themes, or emotional stakes, the ending must address them meaningfully.
âą Genre Expectations: A horror story should leave readers disturbed, unsettled, or haunted. A romance should offer closure to the love story (happy or tragic). Honor the genre youâre working in while still aiming for originality.
2. Avoid Deus Ex Machina
âą Donât introduce sudden solutions, characters, or twists that havenât been set up earlier in the story. The ending should arise organically from the events, choices, and themes youâve established.
3. Ensure Character Arcs are Complete
âą Your protagonist (and key supporting characters) should have gone through meaningful change. Their transformationâwhether growth, failure, or stagnationâshould resonate with the reader.
âą Ask yourself:
âą Has the protagonist learned something?
âą Have they made a choice that reflects who theyâve become?
âą Do the events of the story matter to their journey?
4. Avoid Rushing the Ending
âą A rushed ending often feels abrupt or hollow. Give the resolution enough space for emotional weight to sink in. Readers need time to process the climax and see the consequences of the storyâs events.
5. Embrace Emotional Resolution
âą Beyond plot resolution, your ending should strike an emotional chord. Even in horror, readers crave some form of catharsisâbe it dread, unease, sadness, or even a glimmer of hope.
âą Show Aftermath: Highlight how the events affected your characters or world. This helps ground the stakes and reinforces the emotional impact.
6. Surprise, but Satisfy
âą A good ending doesnât need to be predictable, but it must make sense in retrospect. Twists should feel clever, not cheap. Readers should be able to look back and see that the clues were there all along.
âą Subvert Expectations Thoughtfully: Surprises should align with your storyâs themes and tone. Avoid shocking readers just for the sake of it.
7. Thematic Resonance
âą Your ending should tie back to the themes youâve explored. If your story is about the destructive nature of obsession, your ending could reflect that theme in an unexpected but inevitable way.
âą Ask: What do I want my reader to feel or think as they close the book? Leave them with something to ponder.
8. Test the Ending
âą Read it aloud to see how it flows emotionally and structurally.
âą Beta Readers: Ask readers if the ending felt satisfying, earned, and true to the story. If theyâre left feeling underwhelmed, find out why.
9. Be Honest About Your Storyâs Tone
âą Donât force a âhappyâ or âtidyâ ending if it doesnât fit your story. For horror, ambiguity, tragedy, or lingering questions can often make for the most powerful endings.
âą Consider the following types of endings:
âą Closed Ending: All questions answered, full resolution.
âą Open Ending: Some questions remain, but the main arc feels resolved.
âą Bittersweet Ending: A mix of triumph and loss.
âą Circular Ending: The story ends where it began but with deeper meaning.
10. Craft a Memorable Final Image or Line
âą End with a powerful visual, thought, or action that lingers. In horror, the final moment can leave readers unsettled, questioning reality, or haunted by whatâs to come.
Reflective Questions for Yourself:
âą Does the ending feel earned, or does it come out of nowhere?
âą Will readers feel that the time they invested in the story was worth it?
âą What emotional impact do I want the ending to have?
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