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Masterpost: How to write a story?

Compilation of writing advice for some aspects of the writing process.

How to motivate myself to write more

How to get rid of writer’s block

Basic Overview: How to write a story

How to outline a story

How to come up with plot

How to create a character

How to make a character unique

How to name your characters (Masterpost)

How to start a story

How to write a prologue

How to write conversation

How to write witty banter

How to write the last line

How to write a summary

How to write a book description

How to write romance

How to write friendships

How to write emotions (Masterpost)

How to write an argument

How to write yelling

How to write anger

How to write betrayal

How to title fanfiction

How to write an unreliable narrator

First Person vs. Third Person POV

How to write character deaths

How to use songs in a fanfiction

How to name fictional things

How to write self-insert fics

How to write multiple points of view

Introducing a group of characters

Large cast of characters interacting in one scene

How to write dual timelines

Redemption arc

Plot twists

Fatal Character Flaws

Good Traits Gone Bad (x)

Slow burn

Explanation posts about writing terms

What is…

AU ideas

Favourite tropes

Tropes of the day

List of Genres

Drabble vs. One-Shot

Advice for writing relationships

Masterpost: how to write relationships + romance

More specific scenarios

How to write a bilingual character

How to write a character with glasses

How to write heterochromia

How to create a villain

Reasons for becoming a villain

How to write a morally grey character

How to write an inferiority complex

How to write a road trip

How to create and write a cult

How to write amnesia

How to write being stabbed

How to write a stratocracy

How to write a heist

How to write the mafia

Criminal past comes to light

Ideas for traumatic experiences

How to create an atmosphere (Masterpost)

How to write a college party

How to write royalty (Masterpost)

Paramilitary Forces/ Militia

Superpowers Masterpost (Hero x Villain)

Inconvenient things a ghost could do

A Queen’s Assassination Plot

Crime Story - Detective’s POV

Evil organization of assassins

Evil wins in the end

Causes for the apocalypse

Last day on earth

Liminal Spaces

Workplace AUs

Signs of co-dependency

What to wear in a desert

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Seaside migbez, 2.2k words

The boys watch as Bez and Mig get ready to go out, they really can’t understand how they still have the energy to do anything or the physical capacity to ingest more alcohol after the few days they just had.

Pecco thinks he’s never been that drunk his entire life, Cele hasn’t been sober for more than one hour straight in two days, Luca has been sleeping for 12 hours now and Franky has collapsed like thrice already, and is now sleeping in the tub.

There's the smell of alcohol and weed all around the apartment they rented, a beautifully located one on the Spanish Coast. “One week of pure fun and freedom” had suggested Mig two months ago, when they began looking for an apartment which could host them all, and found one a bit secluded but still fairly close to the night life of that town, which was perfect, especially considering who they are, and they’ve been getting wasted two days straight since they arrived.

Tonight the others are not feeling it, so it’s just gonna be Bez and Mig, and all the others have their phone on and with their ringtone fully blasted, there’s a 99% probability they’re gonna get called by a police station nearby to go and retrieve the two, because they’re going alone to get wasted and no one really wants to know how much they can hold.

“Will you be back?” “Oh come on Pecco you’re too dramatic, when have me and Mig ever not come back from a night out?” “Uhm twice? Once we lost you at Cocoricò and found you at noon the day after, passed out on a beach in Rimini and the other time when we were in Amsterdam and you two disappeared for two days, we called the police and they found you both in a motel thirty kilometers from the city?” “Yeah ok but that doesn’t count, plus we were younger and shit, we’re more responsible now”

Pecco tries not to reply because the guy deeming himself to be “more responsible” got a tattoo yesterday on his lower hip with the writing “professional rider” so he’s fairly sure they’re gonna have to alert the police about their disappearance.

Mig and Bez basically fly out the door and start running towards their destination.

The only thing is they’re going anywhere but at a club or bar to drink and get wasted or party. Because it’s been two days of continuous space sharing with the others, two days where everyone was always in sight, two days of total hiding, two days of craving and desire that could only be communicated through texts and looks shared at the dinner table or at the club.

Bez thinks Luca has noticed by now, he thinks Luca knows that the “girls” he talks about are not really girls, he thinks he even knows that all those girls are just Mig, who’s basically moved in with him now. He thinks Luca saw how they were looking at each other this morning, both trying to hide their need to smash their lips against each other’s.

They don’t keep it secret because they’re scared of the others being homophobic or things like that, but they’re a group, and they don’t want the dynamics to fade, they don’t want to be a problem inside the group, they just like to be themselves when they’re alone and have the chance to do it.

It’s been two long years of hiding and loving and secrecy and maybe they’ll tell them, maybe not, who cares, the only thing they care about right now is getting where they want to be, a small and secluded beach they found when yesterday they were sober enough to take a walk along the beach.

When the others told them they weren't feeling it for today they were more than just happy, they knew this place was reserved enough to guarantee the two no one will walk in on them at 2 in the morning.

They get to the beach laughing, Bez dragging his boyfriend by his hand, they feel like teenagers ditching school to do stupid things, they really feel younger when they’re together, no expectations from anyone on their shoulders, the possibility of being just them making them feel at complete ease.

When they get their feet on the sand they’re already kissing, hands everywhere, under the shirt, in their hair, every centimeter of skin feels boiling hot under the other’s touch. Bez takes off Mig’s shirt first, breaking away from the kiss to leave small marks on his neck, as the older moans lightly, a hand in Bez’s hair and the other fumbling with his belt, trying to undo it.

“I couldn’t” Bez starts kissing Mig’s collarbone, helping him with his own belt, smiling the whole time “fucking resist another minute without kissing you” he yanks down his pants, then takes off his shirt, Mig unzips his pants and drops them on the sand, and presses his lips against Bez’s once again, he tastes like weed and fruity cocktails and happyness and it’s so good, he’s smiling more than Bez right now, as he gets dragged towards the sea, black as night right now, just the pale moon and millions of stars to light up the place.

They don’t really look at the trajectory they're taking and Bez trips on a small rock, ending up on the ground with Mig on top of him, but they don’t care, too far gone to think about the sand all over their bodies and in Bez’s messy hair.

They keep making out for minutes, Mig rolling his hips against Bez’s, making them both moan softly in the kisses they’re sharing, all charged with desire and love and passion, as Bez starts sitting up and pulling Mig in his lap, the soft sound of the calm waves being the only audible thing beside their heavy breathing.

“In the sea Andre, in the sea” “Yeah yeah”

They get up and take off their briefs, tossing them on the sand again, they didn’t really think of bringing a change of clothes, they just hope they won’t be too full of sand once they have to get dressed again.

They get in the water completely naked, still making out, almost tripping again once they’re in, they get to a point where Bez touches the bottom comfortably enough, and Mig jumps and wraps his legs around his waist, starting to kiss Bez’s neck, leaving bruises that won’t be covered too easily.

They’re both hard now, their dicks brushing against each other as they moan louder, both equally desperate to have the other somehow.

“Are you sure you prepped yourself Andre? I don’t want to hurt you” “Yes I promise, in the shower earlier, I did, now please just - if you don’t fuck me I’m going to go mad”

And Bez feels the same, he needs him now, even if it’s only been two days it’s two days too much, and not just for the sex, but for contact in any form, they haven’t even been able to sneak off and kiss or hold hands for a while because they were either in public or with their friends and Bez had to take care of drunk Cele more than the others since the younger is particularly close with him.

Mig gets his hands in Bez’s hair again, kissing him roughly, lifting his hips up to give Bez the space to align himself with his hole, then letting his boyfriend put a hand on his hip and guide him on his dick, slowly pushing in as Mig moans in the kiss together with him.

The logistics of having sex in the sea have always been a half mistery to both of them but they’re far too needy to even think properly, so Mig just starts moving, legs wrapped even tighter around Bez’s hips, and the younger at first just stands there, hands on Mig’s hip and back, helping his movements, moaning both for the feeling around his dick and the hands tugging at his hair, and also for how loud Mig is getting, because he’s pretty sure this is illegal and if by disgrace a police officer was to walk by he would for sure hear him.

He solves the problem by going back to kissing him, trying to meet his movements with his thrusts, but it’s fucking difficult, it’s not like doing this while the other is glued to a wall, but he somehow manages to get a good rhythm, moving both his hands to go grab and squeeze Mig’s ass, hoding him up as he fuck into him.

Bez is sucking hickeys all over his chest, he doesn’t care if tomorrow the others are gonna see them, and neither does Mig, he can just make up a story of some girl being particularly horny at the bar they supposedly went to, and Bez will do the same to explain the marks left on his neck

It’s not like it would be the first time both of them come back looking like that, and no one, maybe except for Luca, have ever made many comments about it, so it’s not gonna be different this time.

Mig is whimpering right into his ear, and it only gets Bez more aroused than he already is, and it makes him think of the handprints he’s surely leaving on his ass, and to him Mig’s ass in not just perfect, it’s straight up out this world, the first time they fucked doggystyle he almost came in his briefs before doing anything, it just looked so perfect and actually looking at it as they fucked was something else, especially when he slapped it and he found out the skin on there is hypersensitive and gets marked at the slightest pressure or touch.

Mig is close, really fucking close right now, he just starts pleading and moaning out Bez’s name on loop, one hand staying in his hair as the other goes down, to play with Bez’s nipple piercing, making him moan and speed up his thrusts.

Bez moves away one of his hands from Mig’s ass to go wrap it around his dick, stroking it fast as he clashes their lips together once more, both moaning louder and louder in the kiss, only covered by the gentle sound of waves in the night, as they both come in unison, Mig unclasping his legs from around Bez’s waist and the younger gently letting him go, not breaking away from the kiss as he does.

They whisper to each other “I love you” as they slowly walk out the water, tired, wet, but so happy to be together. Mig might not be the smartest of them but at least he thought about bringing two towels along, one to dry themselves and one to lay on after they had sex, and that’s exactly what they do, as he goes to grab them and places one on the beach as he wraps both of them with the other, making them smile as they lay down on the first one.

Bez starts kissing him again, all over his face, and it makes Mig giggle, their bodies providing each other warmth, as they both look up at the night sky, Mig’s head resting on Bez’s chest,as the other strokes his hair mindlessly.

Mig wiggles an arm out of the towel and points to a set of stars, making Bez follow with his gaze the direction he’s pointing at.

“You see, that’s the Scorpio constellation and - oh that is Capricorn” “Sooo mine and yours” “Yeah, then that set of three stars, you see it?” “That one?” “Yeah that’s Orion’s belt, it’s -” “It’s aligned with the pyramids in Giza, I know it, you told me like three hundred times when we snuck off in the ranch’s backyard” “Sorry didn't mean to bore you” “No - Andre you don’t bore me, I love learning stuff like this, I’m just showing you I’ve been listening when you were telling me that” “Oh” “You couldn’t bore me even if you tried"

Mig looks up to find a smiling Bez leaving a kiss on his forehead, tucking him more against him, making him feel protected, in a way he never had felt before, not with his past boyfriend for sure, that guy had been a terrible partner in every aspect of his life, but Bez is completely the opposite, he makes him feel safe, loved, wanted, appreciated, all things that should be normal in a relationship but that weren’t in his previous one.

“Marco?” “Yes?” “I love you” “Love you too”

Bez is smiling again, he always does when he’s with Mig, either it’s while they talk or cuddle or simply while he watches his boyfriend being himself, he knows he’s lucky to have him, and that’s why he’s never gonna let him go, and he pulls him in closer.

They’ll think of getting back home later, right now they can be alone, Mig drifting to sleep and Bez following him immediately.

Bez thinks about their constellations, how pretty they would look tattooed on his skin, with their initials next to them. He must remember to phone Edo to book a tattoo, he never wants to forget how they’d look like as stars.

#AAAAAAA #E NON HAI VOLUTO CONDIVIDERE NIENTE MALEDETTAAAA #ADORO. TANTISSIMISSIMISSIMO

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