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jafndaegur · 3 years

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☕️ cafe date ☕️

Nothing says Fall as much as meeting the person you love at a cafe for good discussion and cozy ambiance! You are meeting Jumin at a local cafe: what do you both order and what do you talk about??

Leaaaaa! It's been so long, I'm so sorry😭 I save every one of your prompts, I absolutely adore them. I just...haven't been in a good place for writing lately. This one made me sooooo happy tho cause I play autumn cafe jazz o f t e n >w< this one got away from me""""""

My thumb rubs along the rim of my coffee mug, my foot tapping anxiously against the ground. I've talked to Jumin quite often over the period of my stay in Seoul, but this is my first time meeting him in person. I fix the pleats on my jumper and check my watch for the ump-teenth time. Thirty minutes early.

Right. May have jumped the gun on this one.

But my exchange program for school finishes in just a week, and this is my last chance to visit with him. He started off as a friend that I found on a marketing forum, someone who offered sound advice when it came to crowdsourcing and advertising—at the time he'd said his secretary normally handled such online affairs, but he'd stepped in for her for the week. After several days of chatter, slowly changing from work to less-work, we'd exchanged numbers.

Part of me wonders if he would be disappointed when we met. It didn't take long for me to realize that the Jumin I spoke to was more than likely C&R's own darling heir, Jumin Han. I mean, how many Jumins had secretaries?

It is just a hunch, but one I dread seeing the outcome to.

A waitress comes by my table, and I stumble past asking for a refill. She takes my mug and I presume she'll bring it back. Hopefully. Aghhh of course she will, that's why she asked. I bury my face in my hands and try not to release the sigh building. The anxiety is just too much. Maybe I should leave...

I happen to look outside for just a moment. My heart warms.

It's partly cloudy, a light mist grazing through the atmosphere. Colorful leaves dance through the air and sweep across the floor. The trees in this district are lovely, a vibrant array of crimson medallions wavering from the trees.

It'd be nice to share this view.

Sucking in my breath, I force myself to hold it together. I want to meet him.

My phone chimes.

Jumin (Han???): Let me know when you arrive.

I laugh anxiously.

Me: I'm already at a table! Must've had the time wrong, ahaha"""

It doesn't take long for the reply to come back quickly with a cheerful ping.

Jumin (Han???): I see. It is my assumption that your phone ringtone is on?

Me: Yes?

A light tap on my table scares me.

"Jaf?"

And there he is. His eyes are brilliant but his face is placid save for the gentle glint in his glance. I look from the gloved hand on my table up to the raven-haired man in a suit. He waves his phone, our text conversation on the screen.

"Jumin." I don't have to even ask.

He gives a light smile, and I decide then and there that my heart needs a limited exposure to him. I don't think I'd be able to handle it otherwise.

"P-please! Sit!" I manage to strangle out, patting the empty spot in front of me.

He chuckles then, it is a warm tenor to which he follows with an equally warm phrase of English. "Is this easier for you? You mentioned early on you're a transfer student from America."

I wave at him. "No no! I promise my Korean isn't normally this atrocious. Just...nervous."

He gives me an appraising glance, and his face grows just a bit colder. "I did not realize my presence may give you such unease."

"It's nothing like that!" I jump in quickly. "I'm just...horrible at meeting people. I'm awkward, and talk too quickly, and I have a funny accent—even in English—and just say too much all at once..."

Only then does the guarded glance slip away to something more bemused. His brow relaxes. "Apologies. I'm used to a more..."

"Special treatment?" I blurt out, before wincing.

He laughs this time. "Something along those lines."

The waitress stops by again, giving me a crazed look before giving me an even more bewildered lookover. I fidget in my seat before she moves on.

"I don't know how to start." I tell Jumin once I've settled a bit.

He takes his coffee cup and nods. "Then perhaps I could help. This cafe is particularly known for their hot coffees with little to no mixed or frozen beverages. It felt appropriate with the autumn weather."

"I noticed!" I get excited quickly. "I ordered a café au lait, with just the smallest bit of honey. It's very good."

"A good pick. I myself chose just a plain latte."

"Their coffee is so rich and robust! That sounds like an amazing choice."

"You enjoy strong coffee then after all." He seemed to sigh in relief. "I thought I had recalled from an earlier conversation but was prepared for the possibility I'd misunderstood."

"I love coffee, it's warm and comforting. And depending on the roast, there's so many different flavors." I giggle, finally feeling confident enough to meet his gaze. "Plus, being a writing major, I need all the help for all-nighters. My deadlines are no joke!"

Jumin rests his cheek against his palm. "A writing major? Now I understand your sources of research on the marketing forum. You are looking to advertise yourself and your work—correct?"

"Mm, it's a lot to do if you don't have an agent from the start. You gotta make yourself appealing to an audience," I lean back in my chair. "I joined the marketing forum based off a referral. I heard that it's a good place where businesses join together to share information. But that does leave me curious. Why would the director of C&R or even his secretary be on such a site? Surely not for advice?"

"Well-spoke advice is well-spoken advice, no matter where it comes from." He takes a sip of his drink. "However it is the interns for our company that use the site. My secretary oversees their research and helps guide them. She was on leave, hence my involvement."

"You'd step in?"

"I've been told that aiding her at work more would help raise office space morale."

I laugh. "Well that's very practical of you!"

"It's the practical solutions that often render the most fruitful of results."

I find that for some reason, my face warms up. "And was it? Fruitful, I mean."

"I believe so." Jumin smiles.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #mysme jumin han #mysme #jumin han x self insert oc???? idk what to call this ive never done it before #jaf answers #tumbles friends #this one was so fun to write i loved it!

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worldwidemochiguy · 4 years

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jealousy (M) soft! yandere taehyung

Summary: After Taehyung spends too much time on his work and not enough time on you, you decide to take matters into your own hands... which leads into him taking you into his own hands (if yknow what i mean ;))))))

Warnings: Yandere themes, smut, spanking, light Dom/sub overtones, possessive behaviour,

Word Count: 2.5K

Authors note: this is my second time writing this bc i accidentally shut down my laptop the first time 🤡🤡 anyways... please like and reblog and even leave a comment? ahaha,, jus kidding... unless...?

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Taehyung has not eaten today. You know this because straight after waking up to him kissing his way down your stomach (and lower) he brought you breakfast in bed. He is a fantastic cook, and he knows all of your favourite meals by heart. Unluckily, you two seem to have entirely different palates, and the meal he brought you, though delicious to you, was something he would prefer not to eat. He reassured you he was fine with just watching your satisfaction of eating — making you blush deeply, which then led to a lazy morning make-out session in bed.

You got so distracted that you both realised there was little time before you were supposed to be at work. Taehyung is the boss, of course, so it’s not like he would be disciplined for being late, but he likes to stay punctual, and you like to please him, so you got ready in record time. It was only once you were out of the door that you remembered Taehyung didn’t end up having breakfast. You brought it up with a cute pout on your face but he only cooed at you and reassured you he would have an extra-large lunch.

However, Taehyung has since been distracted with an important project — important enough that he hadn’t even checked on you in, like, two hours — and you don’t remember him taking the time to slip in a quick break to eat. It seems you have to take the matter into your own hands.

“Tae~” you whine, leaning against the doorway of your conjoined offices. He barely looks up from his laptop, which is displaying some kind of nonsensical graph, and you frown. “Tae!” Your voice is slightly more insistent this time, and he grunts in acknowledgement. A crease forms in between your eyebrows, a crease Taehyung would usually soothe away with a kiss, but obviously he’s too focused on stupid graphs right now to bother. But the crease ends up melting away as you smirk, a devious plan forming in your head. If he won’t give you his attention, then you guess you’ll have to take it by any means necessary.

“I’m going to get some water.” You throw the words over your shoulder as you leave the office, and receive yet another grunt in response. Typical. He definitely deserves this, you think.

“Hoseok-oppa!” You call, loud enough that Taehyung should just about be able to hear it, and six heads shoot up at once, all carrying expressions of various levels of confusion. Hoseok, who’s desk is closest to Taehyung’s office, looks most confused of all.

“Uh, y/n,” he starts, his gaze flicking nervously in between you and Taehyung’s office, which has a wall made of glass meaning that Taehyung can see everything that happens outside of his office. At least, that’s what you’re hoping for. “I really don’t think Taehyung would be happy with you-”

“It’s ok,” you murmur, and then throw in an obvious giggle. Hoseok’s bewildered face tilts up at you as you near his desk until you’re sitting on it, dangerously close to him, at least by Taehyung’s standards. “He’s too focused on his work. He hasn’t even eaten today. I’m pretty sure this will snap him out of it.” Hoseok’s eyes widen in understanding and amusement, and he leans forward as well to make it look like the two of you were almost trading secrets.

“I see,” he speaks in a low tone, “You want his attention.” You nod, and he chuckles slightly, “Well, you’ve definitely got it.”

Before you can ask what he means, your stomach lurches as you are grabbed and raised into the air. You panic for a second as you are thrown over a shoulder, but when you come face to face with an ass clad in Gucci Monaco suit trousers, you exhale in relief. It’s Taehyung come to collect you.

“Get back to work.” He growls at Hoseok, and a shiver runs across your body, settling hot in your lower stomach. His hand rests on your ass possessively as he strides back into his office, and you are chased by the laughs and wolf-whistles of the rest of the boys, Hoseok included.

He bypasses his office, heading straight to your section — which has no glass wall — and you smirk as you watch the still-open laptop being abandoned on his desk. The second you reach your room he tosses you onto the bed and takes a step back, watching you with dark eyes. You whine when you realise he doesn’t intend to immediately join you on the bed, laying yourself out to try and entice him. He curses in a low tone as he watches you open your legs, practically begging for him.

“Tae~” you moan, breath quickening as you writhe against the sheets.

“What do you want, baby?” His voice is deep and rough and you desperately want to hear it whispering your name as he thrusts into you.

“I want you,” you whine, and a corner of his lips tug up into a mean smirk.

“Are you sure about that, baby?” He questions, anger starting to leak into his words. “Are you sure?” He repeats, “Because it looked like you were pretty fucking cozy over there with Hoseok just now. Are you sure it’s not him that you want?”

“No, no, no,” you whimper, sheets bunching around your fists as you clench them, “I don’t want… anyone else… just you.” He tilts his head.

“Then why did you feel the need to talk to anyone else, if I’m all you want?” His tone was mocking, belittling, and it frustrated you even as it made the tension coil even tighter in your gut, begging for a release.

“I just- I just-” You break off into a wail and a second later the mattress dips as he gets onto the bed, prowling up until he’s above you, his body weight pinning you down.

“What? You just what?” He growls, and you writhe underneath him until he pins your arms above your head. You arch up against him, and he bites his lip, obviously wanting to touch you but refusing. And he will continue to refuse until you justify your behaviour.

“I wanted your attention!” You burst out, before slumping into the mattress. “You were focusing more on your work than you were on me.” Your downcast eyes tear up slightly, and you sniff. “I knew that if I made you jealous, you would come and get me. So I told Hoseok to help me, it’s not his fault really.” Shame joins the arousal curling in your gut, and you feel your cheeks flare up. Tae is still for a second, perfectly poised above you, and then-

“Baby wanted to make me jealous?” His purr reignites the shortly extinguished fire in your gut, and the way his grip tightens on your wrists only stokes the flames. “You should have just asked if you wanted my attention.”

“I did ask~” you whine pathetically as he runs his nose along the line of your jaw, “But you were focused on your stupid graph!”

He pulls back for a second — in which you mourn the temporary loss of his body heat — and smiles apologetically at you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I would never put anything above you, it’s just a really important deadline I have to make.” He pulls back even more, straightening up as some of the possessiveness leaks from his posture, “Honestly, I should probably still be working on it now-”

“But, don’t you have to show who owns me?” You blurt desperately, and he smirks before his body is back on you, sucking bruises on top of the ones he left this morning on your neck — which you had displayed with pride, to Taehyung’s immense satisfaction — and using one hand to map the line of your waist.

“You know who owns you, baby.” His hand enclosed around your wrists yanks them higher, forcing you to arch your back even more into him, “But maybe you need a reminder, hmm?”

“Yes,” you pant, “yes, yes, please.”

“How many spanks do you think you deserve?” He mutters into your collarbone, and your hips buck up fruitlessly — he draws away slightly with a smug, mocking smirk.

“H-However many you want to give me.” You stutter breathlessly, and he lifts one eyebrow.

“Well, you were certainly a naughty girl.” He chews on his lip looking down at you, as if deep in thought. “I think five spanks will remind you who you belong to, right, baby girl?” He asks, and you nod frantically, already turning on your front and getting on your hands and knees for him.

He growls in appreciation as he runs a possessive hand over your ass, thrust up in the air just for him, and you mewl, your face pressing into the pillow which will hopefully stifle your embarrassing moans. He flips your skirt up to reveal the baby-blue lace panties you slipped on that morning. His finger dips down briefly to run over the damp spot where your arousal has leaked through, and you feel him press his forehead against your thigh for a second and groan, inhaling deeply, before straightening up again.

“The things you do to me, baby-” he mutters, before remembering himself. He yanks down your panties abruptly, and then tears them off you rather than tugging them off your legs.

“I’ll buy you another pair.” He promises, before — without warning — striking your left cheek, hard.

You release a sharp cry into the pillow, and his large hand runs over the already-bruising cheek in satisfaction.

“Gonna look so pretty, baby.” He coos, completely at odds with his violent actions, “Gonna look so pretty all marked up, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He continues with another strike on the right cheek this time, and the waves of pain ebb into pleasure so maddeningly, and you don’t have any thoughts in your head apart from Taehyung and fuck and more.

You’re pretty sure you scream all of these words into the pillow, and he laughs from where he’s kneeling on the bed behind you, the perfect position for him to just slip into your tight heat and start pounding. But, at the same time, you’re desperate for more of this heady mixture of pleasure and pain. And, just like always, Taehyung gives you exactly what you need.

He spanks you again, hitting directly on top of a previous bruise and you bite your lip almost hard enough to break the skin, stifling your moan. Suddenly, your head is yanked back, Taehyung’s fist curled tightly in your hair as he smirks down at you.

“Don’t try to be quiet, baby, I know how much you love this.” He commands and you moan wantonly, despite the blush painted across your cheeks betraying your shame.

“Tae,” you whine, “Tae, please-”

“ ‘Please’ what?” He mocks you degradingly, and you wish it didn’t arouse you even more.

“Please, fuck me.”

“Not before you’ve completed your punishment.” He states, before giving your hair another sharp tug. “I know you want this, you asked for it. Now say ‘thank you’, baby.” The request- no, command is punctuated by another pull of your hair and your back arches, before you moan again, your voice breaking slightly.

“Thank you, Taehyung.” You sob, and he rewards you with another slap.

“Well done, baby.” He praises, a loving expression coming over his face, “You’re doing so well, only one left to go.” You prepare yourself for it, calming your uneven breaths before nodding slightly. The last slap — and it’s the hardest one yet — lands directly above your entrance.

You collapse into the mattress, moaning loudly, and Taehyung wastes no time yanking your hips back and slamming into you. You spasm around him, at the sudden stretch required around his girth and — to your horror — you realise you can’t control the heat rising up in your core and overtaking you.

You climax on his cock before he even starts to fuck you properly and all you can do is sob into your pillow. Taehyung is merciless, pulling you up until your back is pressed against his chest and rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending tidal wave after tidal wave of pleasure washing over you. Your intense release finally abates and you go boneless in Taehyung’s arms, trusting him to hold you up. Behind you, Taehyung is incredulous, a shocked expression which you can’t see on his face.

“Did you just-” he starts and you groan, both from embarrassment and because he just hardened even more inside you, “Did you come just as I thrust in? Without me even touching you properly?” He knows the answer to that question, judging by the infinitely smug tone of his voice. And it turns out, he doesn’t need an answer, as he flips you over and pins you on your back to the mattress.

He starts pounding into you, hard enough that the bed frame rattles against the wall, and all you can do is lie there and wail and take it. His fingers are still there, rubbing frantically against your clitoris, and you know he’s going to make you come again before finishing.

“So perfect,” He whispers into your neck, before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. “So pretty, tightening around my cock like that. So perfect for me, my princess.” His words sink into the haze of pleasure you are drowning in, and you stop caring about your pride, or how loud you are, and his name is a steady stream pouring out of your kiss-bitten lips.

He gives two more hard thrusts and then you’re unravelling, faintly registering the warmth spilling inside you as he finishes, and then twists over and wraps you in his arms, bringing you to rest against his chest. You pant against his skin, letting your tongue slip out to taste his sweat, and he groans.

“Baby,” you look up at him, and he runs a hand through your hair, pushing it back from your face. “You’re mine.” He states and you hum in agreement. “I don’t want to see you trying to make me jealous again, unless you’re willing to suffer the consequences.”

“You call this suffering?” You laugh, and he joins you, the deep rumble in his chest soothing you into drowsiness.

You drop your head to his chest and his hand continues carding through your hair, soothing the area he had tugged before.

“You are so precious to me, you know that?” His voice, hushed and low, is almost reverent, and you used to find it hard to believe anyone would ever love you like that, but you can’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, you found your perfect soulmate.

“You’re precious to me, too, Tae. I couldn’t live without you.” You whisper, and he drops a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I know, baby. I know.”

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pertinax--loculos · 3 years

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Weekly Update 29/08

Note: shaking up the format this week, mostly because I just can't stop talking. These updates are gonna become purely about draft progress -- I'm going to include the titles of the books I've read/am reading at the end, but will post my thoughts separately as something of a 'review' (which will likely just be a collation of my stream-of-consciousness thoughts. Or just those thoughts unedited, depending how I feel). I'm also going to post the excerpt in a dedicated post of its own, so keep an eye out for that! ;)

Currently Writing Absent That Night (tagged: WIP: ATN)

wordcount this week: 19,981

total wordcount: 58,127(note: I know this jumped; it's because I realised that I was a week behind with adding to the total ooops)

[new addition] total time writing: 9hrs 10min

re: the above point -- I think this is a much more productive way of tracking my progress. As I've mentioned, I'm an egregious overwriter, so wordcount goals really don't motivate me too much (I could get 1000 words down and only be like a quarter of the way into the scene dear god help editing this is gonna be hellacious). So I think by scheduling time instead, it's going to force me to be a lot more productive and hopefully get me well on my way to my goal deadline!

re: deadline -- need to do a proper recalculation of where I actually am, because I think I'm a little bit behind. Something to do for next week, however!

I've also started pretty hardcore scheduling this week. It's kinda a mess due to my ridiculously inconsistent work schedule (and the way they often ask me like three hours beforehand if I want to take a shift), but it's great to have time blocked out for certain things. Definitely gonna continue it until this draft is finished, and then reassess whether I like it or whether I'd prefer something more flexible/any other adjustments

briefly considered/considering swapping to google docs for convenience's sake, but I am a) Wary of The Cloud and b) I am not using a writing app where I have to hit two buttons to get italics. I use far too many goshdarned italics to goshdarned do that fucking bullshit. The fact that text colour is still easily accessible but italics is not also makes me unreasonably angry

so instead I'm trying evernote. ^_^ Seems okay so far...?

[deleted a rant about evernote as well given that I figured out what was annoying me and we’re all good now 😅]

work is legit fucking killing me, man. The work itself is not too hard, but being essentially on-call (because I still don't have a roster so need to take the shifts in case I don't get others) makes scheduling so damn hard. I was literally halfway through a scene the other day when I had to stop and do Life Things before my unplanned shift. I'm thankful I have a job I can go to during lockdown, but dear lord I cannot wait until I know how many shifts I have and can a) plan around that and b) say fucking no if I want to

seriously considering dropping one of my suspect subplots. I keep forgetting about it, and the plan was always to dead-end it at the midpoint anyway. Plus I think including that one I have... seven? serious suspects, so could probably go with some simplifying. 😅 At the moment I'm thinking I'll leave it out, and if I think the next section needs the extra tension or anything I'll write as though it's there and add it in later if needed

honestly the difference between writing a scene I've had planned/been looking forward to and one which is only a vague notion/I've added because it's 'required' is stark. I just absolutely blow through the former, and sometimes it's like pulling teeth with the latter. But I am getting them done! They just take a right chunk of time sometimes. -.-

related to this, I really need to get my ass in gear with some scene-by-scene planning of Act II. Goal it to at least get some ideas for scenes jotted down for the first half this week!

think I do actually dislike writing at night. I've been forced to by work a couple times this week, and the problem is I stay up too late, and even then sometimes don't complete the scenes (which is generally my aim). But also, it puts my brain in Writing Mode, which not only makes it harder to sleep, but also generally results in my crafting beautiful sentences and even whole scenes whilst I'm trying to sleep that I promptly forget upon waking the next morning. Ugh

this week I also managed to stumble over some books that seem to fit the same genre as ATN. Not 100% on what that genre actually is (still) but there does seem to be a (niche?) area of paranormal/fantasy/crime/mystery-that-is-not-set-in-a-contemporary world (ie not exactly urban-fantasy/mystery). Definitely have added all the ones I've found so far to the reading list!

clearly I have hit the middle of this draft, because I've been hit hard by a Shiny New Idea. Amalgamating all the advice I've read on the subject, I've jotted down all my thoughts and put it to the side until I finish this damned draft first

ultimately, still having fun, still loving this world and all the characters, still loving attempting to work to a deadline. Everything is shiny and happy this week. ^_^ Let's hope it stays that way ahaha... ha.

This week's goal: complete minimum five scenes; map out scene-by-scene guide for first half of Act II

As far as reading... current read: Midnight, Water City by Chris McKinney

finished Survive the Night by Riley Sager

#weekly update #WIP: ATN #writeblr #original writing #oh lord #this still turned out ridiculously long #oh well #whaddya gonna do?#*shrug*#:D

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sakuurae · 7 years

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any writing tips u can share?? i adore your work so much, just the way everythings described flows so nicely~

Mmmm, im not the best with this, but ill try ^~^ thank you by the way! Ehehe, it means a lot.This advice will go on like stepping stones, haha.

1. This is probably the most broad thing i can say, but just keep on writing. When i used to tutor creative writing (or english as a whole, lol) i met a lot of students who were so focused on sculpting their writing to perfection, and the purpose of it was lost along the way. This happens a lot, from what ive seen, in creative writing. I feel as if when writers are more focused on creation their pieces to perfection in hopes of it being acknowledged and seen, theyre not writing for themselves anymore; thus, this leads into the second piece of advice. Practice makes perfect. Everything that you will write you are improving in every single piece—even if you dont realize it. The things ive written two weeks ago make me cringe, but thats a sign of improvement.

Work with your strengths, and improve your weaknesses.

Go back and read your old work so you can see what you like and dont like—what you should improve on or keep doing.

2. Write for yourself. The value of your work is so much more when you write for yourself because it makes you happy.

Moving onto the composition work…

1. Vocabulary bank. It takes a while to build up a wide vocabulary bank, but its worth it. In my opinion, its more engrossing to read a piece with a lot of high vocabulary over the simple words. It bumps up everything, and if theres a good sentence flow then its a plus.

I studied word lists everyday, and i always do every other day because i want to keep on building up my vocab. They are always out there, and its a total helper!!

For me, id rather read an entire piece that was written like an SRI test over pieces that dont have that much high lexicon.

This also becomes the case for the word said. There are many words out there to use aside said, like drones, equivocates, gasps, jeers, etc.

Ex: “He wanted to tell her the truth.” ➝ “He had an urge to apprise her of the concerning verities.”

2. Sentence structure. Some sentences are far too shot, and some are really extensive (and do not have commas, semi-colons—oh my goodness). Now, sentences dont always have to be extremely long; there should be a variety. Itll make the paragraph flow more, and you can get the emphasis where you want on certain places.

Ex: “His eyes shined under the darkness of the night. The smile that graced his face warmed you from the heart. And it was not an everyday occurrence for that to take place.” ➝ “The smile that graced his face made his eyes crinkle into crescent moons, the glint evident in his two orbs. It warmed you from the inside—his beaming grin—and it was not often you felt this from another individual.”

Speaking on this, try to not use the same prominent word twice in one sentence.

Ex: “He turned the paper face down, turning his head to face his friend.” ➝ “He turned the paper over, tilting his head to address his friend.”

3. Being metaphorical. Im not really sure how to elaborate on this; i guess it provides more depth/character to the paragraph?? Aah, heres an example instead.

Ex: “The sky was a calming blue, the cluster of brilliant stars surreal to your eyes.” ➝ “The curtain of aegean draped over the muted sky, golden pins splaying upon the surface.”

4. Adjectives. It bumps up your sentences—trust me. With more details, it becomes easier to picture in your mind. Have you read a smut without adjectives, and another smut with? The difference is quite prominent because with one you can imagine the scene with more detail, and the other not as well.

Ex: “His member was twitching, the pleasure of being inside you unbearable.” ➝ “His stiff member was twitching uncontrollably, the overwhelming pleasure of being inside you borderline unbearable.”

“Sweat dripped from his forehead.” ➝ “Beads of sweat slowly dripped from his forehead.”

But try to not be heavy on the adjectives… i still struggle with this, haha, but i think many readers can tell if you have a thesaurus in hand or not.

5. Paragraph breaks. This might not seem like a biggie, and it is completely up to you when you decide to break paragraphs, but there are times that one must paragraph break… like with dialogues or setting changes, or when a new character is introduced. Please… avoid the block… oh my goodness…

6. This might be a me thing… but go into detail with the actions. To say this under a brighter light, imagine this: actions during a kiss scene. When you kiss someone, you and the other’s mouths arent the only thing that are moving, and the touch of the lips arent the only thing youre feeling.

Ex: “He pressed his lips against yours, his mouth prancing to the melody of your heartbeat.” (and thats it) ➝ “He pressed his lips against your own, his mouth prancing to the melody of your heartbeat as his hands trace the outline of your body. You palm snakes up his back, only to place it on the nape of his neck to tug him closer. At such a closed proximity, you noticed something else: his scent. There was a swirl of cinnamon and vanilla that intoxicated your senses… etc.”

What im trying to say is that going into some detail, brief or not, about actions will add more sparkle into the paragraph—especially dialogue.

Ex: “’You’re kidding me,’ he groaned, flailing his arms in the air animatedly. He was in a disbelief at the sudden news, lodged at a crossroads on how to respond. ‘You’re fucking kidding me!’

You took a step back, placing a fist over your heart cautiously. ‘I-I’m sorry,’ you uttered weakly, tears pooling at your eyes. ‘I didn’t mean to.’”

Obviously the apostrophes wont be there in the final product, lol, it would perturb me if i didnt write that grammatically correct, ahaha.

Think of these composition levels as a pyramid. From letters, to words, to sentences, to paragraphs, the purpose of the piece, etc. The letters would be the bottom. So if you mess up at the bottom of the pyramid, the rest is disrupted. I read over a paper before where the first and second base were horrendous, and i was correcting it so much. The student came up to me and asked me what i thought about the message of the piece, but i actually paused and thought. I was so focused on correcting the mistakes—paying attention to the mistakes—to the point i missed the entire purpose of the piece. So, honestly, proofreading will be your best friend here.

All of this falls under the tab of your style. Remember, dont try to force out word after word to sculpt your piece into perfection. Work with your strengths, find your weaknesses and improve.

On the finding inspiration and keeping motivation side…

1. Work at your own pace. Do what makes you feel like your best work will be exhibited, and dont let other deadlines push you at your limit. Personal deadlines would most likely take the fun out of your writing process, and you might miss some particulars youd wish to convey—so dont rush! Trust me on this, lol. I made this mistake again when writing overrated, and im so hesitant to even hit that upload button because of how much i rushed it to meet my personal deadline. I keep re-reading and editing it, but i know that if i spent my time on it and pushed aside the personal deadline then it would be better.

2. Inspiration comes at the most random of times. I got ideas from waiting in the line in the bathroom and in the middle of my english class; they come when you least expect them too. If you force it out then it wont be that good (for me, that is). Of course, you can go out and find inspiration by walking outside or listening to music, but dont try to force out ideas—let them come to you.

You can write about real life occurrences that have taken place, or base stories off those. ‘Two Cups of Sugar’ is based off my friends experience of trying to get a guys number at an ice cream bar, but always failing so she went back around seven times—and only got his name in the end.

An upcoming fic i have is based off my boyfriend and i, and how we came to be. To be honest, all my fics are based off some real life experiences i had, or some outrageous stories my friends have told me. ‘Study Sessions’ was some real events, and a few scenes in ‘After Hours.’ What im trying to say is that those simple stories can take you a long way. The scene that started ‘After Hours’ was my friend talking about a bar. It was supposed to be a 4k bar scene, but after thinking about her experience and incorporating it into my own piece, it built its own way to 21k, and an ongoing series.

3. Keeping up motivation. Depending on what youre writing, you should focus on those elements. For example, im writing two fics—one of them being a basketball au and the other a soccer au. My motivation for that has seriously been dying, so ive been watching basketball videos and soccer games to keep my motivation running. Also, it helps when writing out action scenes, ahaha. I also talk to my friends that play those sports and ask them about how they feel about it and the rules of the game. Just kindle your flame with more information.

I know im not the best at giving advice… and there is way more in this whole writing sphere that im not addressing, but i hope this helps!! This is just what i think, what i go through, and my opinion—i really hope this helps you out. I wasnt sure what department you wanted concrete information on, whether it be the writing process or inspiration side or etc, so i briefly did all three :)

I know its a lot, so thank you for spending the time to read all of this ^~^

#Aaah this was great to type with my coffee ahaha #im sitting in the uni right now mortified at the fact i made a typo in my submitted work LOL #but yeah!! i hope this helps somehow ;;#rae rambles #writing advice #anonymous #messages

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