In case you haven’t watched Wizards of Waverly Place (you missed out), but there was a magic necklace that glows only if you’re in love with the person who put it on you. And of course my heart was screaming klance. So here’s Keith being insecure about Lance’s feelings about him but feeling really happy that his bf loves him.
This was meant to provide motivation, but honestly, this is more of a list of ways to make sure you get it done, rather than make yourself “motivated”. Either way, this should benefit you somehow.
In the words of Chuck Wendig, “do not fucking multitask”. Carve out a specific time to write and use it to write. Don’t try to simultaneously write and tweet and check your email. Whether it be 15 minutes or 2 hours, write, and only write.
Take breaks occasionally. You can’t just sit there and fog up your creative lens. Go outside and go for a walk. Go to coffee with your friends for an hour. Do something to relax your brain for a while. It’s the same with studying. Don’t drive yourself up the wall because you feel you’re “on a roll”. Your ideas and plans will still be there when you get back. If you begin to get frustrated or your foot starts to fall asleep, take a break.
Use a rewards system. Say, for every 100 words, you get a piece of chocolate. After eating a regular sized Hershey’s bar, you’ve got 1200 words. Go you! (I personally fine this incredibly useful.)
Have people you trust hold you accountable. Have your best friend (or partner, if you’ve got one) check in when they know you should be writing to make sure you did.
Read books like a writer. Read a shitty book and pick it apart to find what you don’t like about it. Read a good book to find what you do like. Use these reflections and apply them to your own work. Nothing helps quite like learning from other people’s mistakes and success.
Don’t get stuck in the planning stages. You may get really excited while planning a story, that huge plot twist, a minor character’s backstory, etc, but keep in mind that at some point you’re going to have to sit down and hash it out. A lot of promising writers never get past the planning stages, so in the words of my very wise boyfriend: “Just write”.
Write in places that make your creative juices flow. Get cozy in bed with your laptop open to a word document, light a few candles, make some tea, get that incense going, and write. Music really helps to get in the mood as well, and if you would like to take a look at my writing playlist, here it is, free for public consumption.
Keep your mind open to new ideas and changes to your story. Your idea will develop and evolve over time, and the beauty of writing is that you can change anything you want and there are no consequences. If you decide to completely scrap a character, remove a subplot, add one in, or change the plot but keep the same characters, you’re totally free to do so. Nothing about writing is set in stone, so stay open minded to new concepts and changes and, most importantly, criticism. (I won’t elaborate on this because I might end up making a whole other post about this topic in the future.)
As always, this is just a compilation of the tips and tricks I’ve found the most useful in my own experience. They may not help, they may help a lot, it really could go either way or somewhere in between, but all the same, I hope this proves useful to you.
It was only by a stroke of luck that Jack happened to look at his phone just as he exits the lecture hall. The group chat was blowing up – the group chat was always blowing up these days – but the lack of all-caps or exclamation marks caught his attention right away.
Eric Bittle: Guys, I wouldn’t ask this of y’all if I really didn’t need this, but I have to ask a HUGE favor of one of you.
Shitty Knight: brah are you dying
Justin Oluransi: You can have my kidney, Bits.
Adam Birkholtz: u aren’t gonna save that for me just in CASE, JUSTIN?
Larissa Duan: shit, bitty, r u ok
Eric Bittle: Um, yeah, mostly, I just…..need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend.
Maryse Lightwood : you have to organize the details for Max’s first rune party
Alec ‘’Petty Bitch’’ Lightwood: Sure. I’ll do it. I’ll get my boyfriend to help. In fact we’ll host it at my boyfriends PLACE. Bc I have a boyfriend now, just in case I forgot to mention how majorly gay I am.
the sounds of slamming lockers echoed around the hallways as you let out a tired sigh, shoving your books into your backpack as fast as you could, wanting nothing more than to get out of the building and have a long nap, preferably on derek’s hard chest.
it had been two weeks since you and derek had got together, at first it was weird, not knowing how to act with him around everyone but as soon as he pulled you into his lap in the middle of a pack meeting leaving everyone wide eye’d as he planted kisses on the back of our neck, you figured it out pretty quickly.
A/N: Oops, I went a little crazy on this one, but I hope you like it!
“Happy Holidays, Byers family!” You shout throughout the little house, all decked out in a cheesy Christmas sweater and Santa hat.
“Jonathan! Your favorite weirdo is here!” Will yells from the couch. You just give him a playful glare and he laughs. “You know you’re my favorite, (Y/N),” he says with a smile.
“I better be, Byers.” You point your finger at him and toss a box into his chest. Will reacts just in time and catches the box upright. “You’re welcome.”
Will’s eyes go wide and he jumps up to hug you. “Thank you so much, (Y/N)!”
Presents were a rarity in the Byers’ house, so you made sure that you would bring gifts for every holiday. Whether it be Christmas, birthdays, Halloween, or even weird ones like Arbor Day. You started doing that when you first spent Christmas with the Byers’ two years ago. There were maximum 8 presents to split between everyone under their little Christmas tree, and it made your heart hurt.
“You’re welcome, Will. I have some more for everyone in my car if you want to grab them,” you pry him off and present him with your car keys. He eagerly takes them from your hands, dashing to the driveway. Jonathan finally appears in the living room with his hands behind his back, obviously holding something.
“Hey, babe,” you say, greeting him with a small kiss. “I have a present for you.”
“You know you didn’t have to get me anything, (Y/N),” he starts. “You always get me gifts, even for pointless holidays.”
“What?” you pout. “I can’t spoil my boyfriend?”
Jonathan places the little box on the couch before his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him another kiss. “It’s just that…I feel like I need to spoil you. You’re so amazing and you deserve everything, which I can’t give to you.”
“Hey, Byers, I don’t need any gifts. You are the best thing that I could have.” You smile, looking straight into his eyes. “Plus, I enjoy spoiling you guys a little. You all work so hard, especially your mom, and you all deserve it.”
Jonathan touches his forehead to yours gently. “Wow, I love you,” he whispers before attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You start to melt a little when you hear the front door slam, prompting you both to pull away. Will stands at the door with a pile of presents in his arms, trying not to topple over. Jonathan just shakes his head at you, knowing that all of them were from you.
“What?” you attempt to look innocent but just end up smiling. You go over to help Will place all the presents under the tree as Jonathan takes a couple off the top of the pile. You all make your way over to the tree and set them down gently. Joyce walks in on you three, drying her hands on a towel, completely puzzled with what was taking place.
“Um, hello?” Joyce suddenly says, startling all of you. You’re the first to stand, followed by Will then Jonathan. “What’s going on?”
“Hi, Mrs. Byers!” You say, rummaging for one of her gifts. You find the one in gold wrapping paper and hand it to her. “Merry Christmas!”
A small smile forms on her face and she pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much this means to me. I feel like I need to repay you.”
“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Byers. I promise.” You hug her back and when she finally lets go, you can see a few tears in her eyes.
“Oh, wait! Let me go get the camera!” She quickly adds, wiping her eyes. She comes back a few seconds later with an old Polaroid camera in her hands. “Alright, all of you get together!”
You three arrange yourselves in front of the tree and smile wide, arms wrapped protectively around one another. “One, two, three!”
Joyce snaps two pictures and grabs them one by one as they slide out of the camera. She hands one to you and holds on to one for herself.
She smiles at the scene in front of her, content for once in a long time. “My beautiful little family,” she whispers to herself. “My beautiful, little family.”
The day had been miserably hot. On top of that, It was very humid. But what am I to complain about in Hawaii? It’s absolutely gorgeous. What’s the one thing that could make a place like Hawaii 100 times better? My boyfriend Harry.
Yesterday Harry’s good friend Jon Geller got married. It was a very beautiful ceremony. Harry really let loose and had fun, which is really relieving for me because he’s been pretty stressed out lately.
About an hour ago Harry decided to head down to the gym and work out.
“Are ya sure ya don’ wanna come with me to the gym bug?” He asked tying his shoe laces.
“Harry If I go to the gym I’m going to immediately die of heat stroke.” I say sleepily from under the covers.
“If you say so, I’ll be back in a bit.” He says with a light chuckle.
Once he was all ready to go he came over to my side of the bed, kissed my cheek, then left.
That was an hour ago, and it’s only getting hotter by the minute. I wish I could go to the beach to cool off but Harrys exact words were,
“Stay in the room until I get back petal, don’ want the paps gettin’ pictures of ya.”
So instead of going to the beach, I think of another idea.
Quickly I take off my shirt and shorts, leaving me just in my underwear. I stand up from the bed and make my way over to the huge window in the room and open it. Immediately I’m met by the cool morning breeze. The wind on my skin feels amazing.
After a few moments of letting the breeze nibble at my skin, I lye on my stomach on the bed and doze off.
Suddenly I’m awoken by soft kisses on my ass.
I turn my head to the side to look down at harry. He had just gotten out of the shower and had a white towel wrapped lowly around his hips. I let out a small moan just looking at him, He notices that I’m awake and looks up at me with a smirk on his face.
“Good mornin’ my sleepy one.” He dips his head back down and starts kissing the small of my back.
I let out a quiet morning and bite my lip.
Suddenly Harry flips me over and starts biting my hip bones.
“Is daddy making you feel good pet?” He asked moving up to the dip in between my breasts.
Instantly I can feel my panties soak at the name daddy.
I nod my head and run my fingers through his slightly damp curly hair.
All too quickly he stops and looks at me.
“Answer when I speak.” He says running his thumb across my bottom lip.
“Yes.” I say slightly out of breath.
“Yes what?” Harry asks with lust filled eyes.
“Yes Daddy.” I say and slip his thumb into my mouth lightly sucking.
His eyes snap shut and he lets out a shaky breath.
He regains composure and pulls out his thumb from my mouth causing me to let out a whimper.
“I’m in charge okay pet?” He asks moving his head to my neck.
I moan out a yes as he hits a sensitive spot on my neck.
Harry was just about to take the towel off of his body when there was a knock on the door.
“Bloody hell.” Harry mumbles before yelling
“Who is it?”
“It’s Jeff, someone is on the phone for you and you need to talk to them right now.”
“Can it not wait?” He yells running his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“If it could wait Harry I wouldn’t be standing in the hall right now, come open this bloody door!” Jeff yells.
Harry looks at me with a desperate and apologetic look.
“Don’t worry it’s fine, I’ll be here when you get back.” I say lightly smiling.
Harry lightly smiles and kisses me quickly on the lips.
“I promise I’ll be back soon, and then I’m all yours.” He says pulling a shirt over his head.
Once he’s dressed he kisses me again and leaves.
What I thought would be a few minute phone call turns into hours and I’m not sure when he’ll be back.
With every hour that passes I get more and more riled up.
All I know is when Harry gets back, he wont be in charge, I will.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! If you want a part 2 for this just let me know! I have some good ideas for a part 2…;)