Y'all know those cliches we see everywhere, but seem so hard to avoid? Well, I'M GOING TO BE A CLICHE AND MAKE A LIST.
Also will I try and help my fellow wattpad authors who struggle with these.
They played MIC drop and DDU-DU DDU-DU at the party I was at yesterday, and I danced my ass off, and everyone who didn't know was so confused lmao.
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☆☆Hey everyone! This is the 1K special! Thank you for reading, and enjoy.☆☆
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Today we're doing T H R E E C L I C H E S!
C R A Z Y !
#1: Really long shower descriptions.
I stepped into the shower, turning the water on. The faucet creaked and the shower burst to life, spraying down water like a rainstorm. The warm water stung a little and seeped into my pores. I stood under the shower head for a few blissful minutes until I grabbed my favorite Strawberry shampoo. I poured some into my hand, the pinkish liquid slow to fall. I put some on my other hand and lathered the shampoo into my hair. It bubbled up into soft white floofs and I kneaded the shampoo into my hair. Satisfied with my lather, I rinsed it away in the blissful water again-
The author then continued to write a 500-word essay about how the FMC took a shower. The readers were quaking over the shower experience they just had.
Essentially, for some reason, people like to e l o n g a t e shower descriptions. We do not need to know every step you took in your shower. It makes the whole thing sound like a "my shower routine" video, which thank god doesn't exist (or does it). Of course, this excludes smut shower scenes, where the readers usually want as many details as possible.
Is there a shower fetish?
Also, the FMC always uses strawberry, vanilla, or lavender bath products, and the MMC always notices. Whenever I use scented stuff like that, it never shows. Then we have the MMC over here, which always has "masculine scent" bath products, that the FMC can always smell. Hm.
#2: The FMC getting so annoyed at anything the MMC does
The rain started as a drizzle, but two minutes later it was downpouring. Natalie was stuck under a bus stop at 1 am. A car drove up to her.
"Need a ride?"
It was Julian Reese, or "Junior" as most of the town's youth knew him. The known bad boy of the local high school. Natalie hated him because of his playful teasing.
"Fuck off Julian, I don't need your help." Natalie spat. Julian shrugged.
"Well, it just looked like it," Julian mumbled sheepishly.
"The fuck did you just say?"
"Well, it's pouring, and you looked helpless..."
"I don't need your help ugly bastard." Natalie flipped him off. Julian sighed and drove off just as a roar of thunder shook the night sky.
Anything, no matter if it's genuine help or just basic kindness, somehow the FMC makes the MMC look like an annoying little shit. Even if the MMC truly has good intentions, whatever goes on in the FMC's head (something like 'oh why did it have to be him') makes her immediately refuse a helpful offer.
It's honestly a little sad seeing the poor MMC get yelled at for trying to be nice after the FMC has probably told him to stop being such an asshole. He's trying girl!
If the MMC wasn't so head over heels with you, he'd probably call you an asshole too.
#3: The Mafia (o jeebs)
The Mafia's Bride
Mafia's Princess
Mafia Love
Married to the Mafia
Kennedy wandered through the mansion, looking for the room she was supposed to clean. She'd just been hired as a maid and was still figuring out the layout of the mansion.
"Heidi said it would be easy.. a black door with a gold handle," Kennedy muttered, salty about her boss. She paused. "Or was it silver handle? Gah!"
Kennedy walked around the hallway some more until she found a black door with a gold handle. She figured she'd check.
Kennedy opened the door and found a stone staircase waiting. Taking a candle from her pocket, she lit it. Kennedy cautiously walked down the stairs, her footsteps echoing through the eerie cave. She reached another door and opened it.
Kennedy let out a gasp.
An arsenal of knives, guns, and other weapons decorated the walls. They gleamed in a light cast by a chandelier in the middle.
"Miss Ejeh." A deep voice said. "What are you doing down here?"
Was it the boss? She'd never met him. Kennedy yelped as he came into the light.
He was the man Kennedy's mother had said to stay away from, the man everyone feared.
Stephano D'Ragazzo.
Wattpad has a very strange obsession with hot, possessive, dangerous, and dominant mafia leaders. Most likely to be Italian or Greek, these are the guys that growl every sentence and say "my love" in a language that isn't English. Usually they're tan with black hair and chiseled muscles, usually, the author tries to make them more adult than a typical high school bad boy.
Sometimes the CEO turns out to be a mafia leader, or the FMC is just kidnapped because for some reason her family (that probably wasn't even involved in her life previously) is tied to the mafia and some rival group wants to marry the FMC. Of course, there's always the classic random arranged marriage between the FMC and some random sexy mafia leader that somehow wants to marry her.
I guess arranged marriage is a topic for another day.
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Whew! That took awhile. I still would like to thank you again for checking this lil' project out.
I don't plan on ending any time soon, but updates might get slower as school slowly consumes me. This was actually supposed to go up on Saturday, but lord I was b u s y.
