#Soft writing

[ivyyisbored22]

𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐧—𝘏𝘢𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Stray Kids one shot

Synopsis: Your cramps have been unbearable, leaving you curled up and wishing for the pain to pass. Jisung, your sweet boyfriend, shows up with your favorite chocolates, a tub of ice cream, and a perfectly planned movie night.

Content Warnings: Fluff. Soft, sweet Jisung, cuddles, kisses, holding hands, mentions of period cramps. Just love♡

Note: I know this man would shower you with endless love and cuddles during this time, god I'm so desperate I need bf Han to cuddle me when I'm crying coz of cramps.

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

Word count: 1.3k (Sorry if it's too short, I just wanted to write something quickly since I'm currently dying with cramps (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠))

𝑬𝑵𝑱𝑶𝒀!

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"Fuck...Not today..." You whine as you feel a sharp pain in your lower abdomen, your hand flies over your lower belly to soften the cramp but it was pointless.

You slump back onto the couch, pulling your legs up to your chest and resting your head on your knees, the painful cramp feeling like it's going to last for long hours today.

You were in too much of pain to get up and take a pill and hot water bottle, but if you don't, you know it's not gonna go down anytime soon.

The soft buzz of your phone on the coffee table pulls your attention away from the ache. You groan, leaning forward to grab it, only to wince at the movement.

A message from Jisung lights up your screen. You smile softly reading his text.

Hannie : Morning, baby! :D How are you feeling today? Wanna do something fun? ^^

You sigh, staring at the text, torn between responding honestly or brushing it off. The idea of Han's bubbly energy feels exhausting right now, but you also don’t want to push him away.

Me: Not great. Cramps. I think I’m staying in today. Sorry Ji :(

Sending hit and you toss your phone to the side, reluctantly getting off the couch and preparing your cozy hot water bottle. The warm embrace of the bottle against your lower belly offers some relief as you walk into your room, wrapping yourself in a blanket.

As you made yourself comfortable under the warmth of your blanket and hot water bottle, your eyes started slowly closing, falling into soft sleep.

After what felt like sleeping for hours, a faint sound from the living room woke you up, you groaned holding the bottle on your tummy and rubbing your eyes together.

The door to your bedroom was closed, you don't remember closing it and then again you heard someone moving around in the hall.

It has to be Han.

He was the only one who had the keys to your place if he wanted to spend the night after working for the day in the studio. It was almost like you both lived together since he had some of his belongings and hoodies at your place.

You slowly pushed the blanket over and slipped into your slippers and opened the door, making your way to the living room, the sight in front of you made your jaw drop.

The coffee table was set up with your favourite tub of ice cream, chocolates, snacks, your favourite strawberry milk and a bouquet of flowers.

You spotted Han fiddling with the TV remote, changing the batteries, he turned around just in time and spotted you standing at the entrance of the living room.

"Oh hey baby. Sorry if I woke you up." he said softly, almost apologetically, that made you pout cutely.

"Hanji you came," You walked towards him, Han laid the remote on the couch and opened his arms for you.

You immediately hugged him, his minty cologne engulfing your senses as you buried your head against his chest. Han wrapped his arms around you, soaking you with his warmth.

“Of course, I did,” he says, hugging you tighter. “You’re in pain, and I’m not about to let my girl suffer alone.”

You looked up at Han with so much love filled in your eyes for him, his gaze fell on you with an equal amount of love and care, stroking your cheek.

He reached for the flowers on the table and handed it to you, your fingers brushed against his as you took them, the beautiful colours and delicate petals made your heart swell.

“They’re beautiful,” you whisper, your voice soft with gratitude.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Jisung replies with a cheeky grin, but his eyes remain sincere.

You smiled bashfully and leaned up, Han leans just as you do and presses his lips on yours. His tongue swipes over the seam of your bottom lip, your hands wrapping around his neck pulling him closer.

Ham deepens the kiss, his hands finding their way to your waist, holding you gently but firmly, as if afraid you might disappear. The world around you fades, leaving only the warmth of his lips against yours and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your hands.

When you finally pull away, breathless but content, Jisung rests his forehead against yours. His eyes flutter open, and the corners of his mouth curl into the cutest smile.

“Better?” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing.

“Much better,” you whisper, the dull ache in your belly almost forgotten in the moment.

He chuckles, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your sides. “Good. Come sit.”

Han guides you to the couch, plopping down beside you and pulling you into his lap. You let out a surprised laugh as he wraps the blanket around both of you, ensuring you're snug and warm.

“Alright,” he says, picking up the remote and clicking on the movie he had cued up. “I figured a classic rom-com would do the trick. Ice cream is mandatory, and I’m here for all the cuddles you want.”

You glance at him, your heart swelling again at how much thought he’s put into making you feel better. “Ji, you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble.” Your fingers traced the sharp lines of his jaw, brushing your lips against his soft skin.

He tilts his head, giving you a mock-serious look. “First of all, it’s not trouble. Second, taking care of you is literally my favourite thing to do. So, no arguments, okay?”

“Okay,” you chuckled, resting your head against his chest, snuggling closer to him as the movie begins to play.

True to his word, Han makes sure you’re completely spoiled, feeding you small spoonfuls of ice cream and sneaking kisses between scenes. His fingers thread through your hair absentmindedly, lulling you into a state of complete relaxation.

At some point, you shift slightly to glance up at him, your voice barely above a whisper. “I love you Hanji."

He looks down, his expression soft and adoring. “I love you too baby girl.”

A shade of crimson paints your cheeks, your fingers threading his hair, his lips falling on yours. Slowly you both shifted, Han laying on his back and you on top of him, fingers intertwining as your lips moved together in a slow, unhurried rhythm.

The warmth of his embrace and the gentle way his hands held yours made the world feel soft and safe, like nothing else mattered but the two of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, as if the words were meant just for you. “Even when you’re not feeling your best, you’re still the most gorgeous person in the world to me.”

Your cheeks burned a deeper shade of red, and you couldn’t help but hide your face in the crook of his neck. “You’re too sweet, Hanji. How am I supposed to handle this?”

He laughed softly, his chest rumbling against you. “By letting me spoil you as much as I want. No complaints allowed.”

You lifted your head to meet his eyes, the depth of his love shining through them. “I don’t think I could complain even if I wanted to.”

Jisung’s grin widened, and he gently rolled the two of you so that you were back on your sides, his arms wrapping securely around you. He nuzzled into your hair, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“Good,” he whispered. “Because this is where I want to be. Right here with you.”

His words were like a balm to your soul, and as your eyes grew heavier, you let yourself sink into his warmth, the steady beat of his heart lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

Han stayed awake a little longer, watching you with a soft smile, cradled in his warmth and love, making you feel safer and more cherished than ever before.

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xx,Ivyy

[nocturnenightjar]

Soft Venti Headcannons! (Unisex reader)

❀ Venti always combs the crowd for you when he preforms. When he finally sees you, his face will light up with joy. ❀ He loves going on long walks through Mondstadt with you, just talking and playing within the fields and forests. ❀ Depending on how long your hair is, he'll always ask you if he can braid it. Sometimes he'll even braid flowers or clovers in it. His hands are always steady and gentle, and he'll hum a tune whilst he braids. ❀ When you get tired, he'll let you rest in his lap, or shoulder while he sings you to sleep, gently caressing your hair, or skin, and smiling at your peaceful face. ❀ If you're ever curious, he'll teach you some cords on his lyre. He's patient with you, no matter how many times you mess up or don't understand. When you get it right, he'll shower you with praise and boost your confidence. ❀ He's a very affectionate person, and enjoys the feeling of your touch. He also doesn't mind platonic (or romantic) PDA, kissing you gently on the cheek, or holding your hand while on a stroll, or nuzzling against you. He'll always ask permission first, however if you're unsure. If you ever retaliate, he'll blush, and get all flustered, sometimes hiding his face in his hands. But oh does he love it. ❀ If you're having a hard day, he'll be there to comfort you, holding you while you cry it out, or listening while you vent. If you prefer to be alone, however, he'll understand, and patiently wait until you're ready. ❀ Sometimes, he'll get caught up in the feelings of the past, and need comfort himself. Seeing you lifts his spirits a little almost instantly. He'll lean into you, soaking in every moment of your embrace, and feeling his body relax. ❀ He'll always bring you the best apples he can find, and share them with you. When you're both finished eating, you'll toss the apple cores to the local foxes, and watch them happily nibble away.

[risingshards]

Hello! This is your friendly inquiry to answer this ask with whatever you'd like to talk about right now! Whether that be a story you're working on, something you're excited or worried about, or just something random you happen to know.

All the love,

~ toribookworm ❤️

I got some stuff I wanna talk about so thank you very much for this!! 💖 IN PARTICULAR I HAVE THOUGHTS following up this post I have things to say about my like...Philosophy of Fluff™ writing. This may contain spoilers kinda for overall tone and goals for Rising Shards but I don't think I'll get anything too detailed there. (ramble incoming)

For Rising Shards, I spent a lot of time studying my favorite stories going in, and while I have a lot for fantasy/action/etc., for this I will focus on the romance side. For me I don't see RS as too subversive to the genre, just more in tribute/heavily inspired by the yuri romances I like rather than tradpub stuff.

If I'm subverting tradpub or the tradpub romance genres, it's pretty much all unintended because I hit a wall with Rising Shards and tradpub (there were a lot of things I didn't vibe with for the tradpub system, but the invasive personal "tell us all your personal LGBT secrets so we may market you through them before we even consider your work" made me real uncomfy). Also influential: working for a publisher, seeing what in the publishing system would not mix with what I wanted from Rising Shards, and then layoff from said publisher really made me like "is struggling for an 80k manuscript with forced drama and straining to get lit agents' attention right for Rising Shards?" Fortunately realized RS would be perfect for a web novel and have been rolling that way since.

So for like fluff philosophy! Following up me being more inspired by yuri manga and light novels than western tradpub romance, I also am like. Immensely sensitive and get way too empathetic in stories. So I write stuff to make me feel better. The concept of the iyashikei genre I vibe with so strongly, and I wish I had learned more about it wayyy before I did. TVTropes definition of iyashikei:

Iyashikei (癒し系) is Japanese for "healing", a term used for anime and manga created with the specific purpose of having a healing or soothing effect on the audience. Works of this kind often involve alternative realities with little to no conflict, emphasizing nature, the mundane and the little delights in life.

In my work there's definite iyashikei inspiration in addition to the yuri. Rising Shards isn't fully iyashikei, I still have action-y arcs in there, but I think my absolute best stuff in there is the healing slice of life stuff. So for me I feel like it's less subverting and showing what for to tradpub romances and the like and more just putting my heart and soul out there, the writing of which lines up with different subset of genres than what (from I found) traditional publishers are looking for. Also with a webnovel I can get really gay with it and no one can stop me muahahahha 🏳️‍⚧️

FLUFF WISE for Rising Shards I really like stuff that's healing. I like when characters have had a bad time in the past that they recover from with supportive partners, where the parties involve heal from their past traumas together. I'm less into the "ups and downs of a couple that breaks up and gets back together", like in a sitcom when that main ship breaks up I care significantly less about them even when they get back together. And I'm very empathetic and get very emotionally invested in stories, so calming stories that are hopeful and happy and peaceful help me maintain mental peace.

One of my thoughts for Rising Shards is to have some real stable couples that the story is less about like "ARE THEY REALLY RIGHT FOR EACH OTHER WILL THEY CHEAT SPLIT UP AND EVENTUALLY GET BACK TOGETHER" but rather couples dealing with all the stuff above, growing together and being peaceful and helping with that aforementioned me stability, and I hope I can help readers with that too.

With my web novel I have like a gajillion characters, so at some point I do think some of the side romances will be more tumultuous, but my philosophy is the main stable couples have to stay stable, and that the hurt will always be equal to or less than the healing that follows. I don't wanna make people really stressed, like lure them in with soft fluff romance then pull the rug on them with intense heartrending drama. I want the drama sure but I want it bearable. I see that post going around about like "I need my romances to be toxic to enjoy them" and I'm the opposite. I've dealt with enough toxic romances in my life that I wanna heal from them, not remind myself of past pain unless it's in a way that helps me take steps forward.

Also a closing thought; a vitally important part of my fluffy romance writing relating to the above yuri inspiration: like 99% gay stuff gimme lemsbebians gorls pretety

SO TO SUMMARIZE:

-I feel like my fluffy romance is less intentionally subversive and more me taking inspiration from my favorite stories mixed with the kind of writing I like best

-I have heavy yuri and iyashikei influence on my fluff

-I really like fluffy romance that's healing, I like characters overcoming their pasts together, building new families and finding themselves and helping each other be the best they can be

-I like having stable couples in my stories as pillars even if there are other relationships in the stories that aren't as stable

-I'm very easily emotionally rattled and empathetic with characters and stories so I like the peace that calm stories bring

-woman kimses pretty woman good

[jasper-borealis]

To my Queer Ancestors

Hello, I don't know if will ever here this, but I saw a old photo of you and your friends hanging out, your smile looks so bright, your eyes- they looked like they could hold all the joy in the world. I don't know who you where, or your history. I don't know what kind of soda you liked, or what brand of cereal you kept in your kitchen for a late night snack. I don't know if you had a good life, looking at how old the photo is, leaves me doubts about it, but I can have hopes. I hope you where happy, that your cheeks often hurt from smiling. I hope you didn't need to worry about paying the bills, that money wasn't ever a issue for you. I hope your family was affirming, and that you always came home to a warm hug. I hope that if your blood family turned away from you, a chosen one was able to fill that void. I hope you had good friends, ones to laugh till you cried, and sobbed with till your throat was raw. I hope you survived AIDS, I hope that if it did take you- your friends where able to grieve and move on healthily. I hope however your candle did go out, it was a with a warm glow at the end of your wax- and not a cold wind at the top of your wick. I don't know who you are, if you liked soda, or if the bubbles felt gross on your tongue. But I hope you where happy- I hope you where loved.

[daily-spooky]

[daughterofchaosstuff]

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

[a-poet-within]

Softness is attractive.

[urfriendlywriter]

specific tropes in romance that always heal something in me that it never broke

like, forehead kisses, soft love confessions, peppering kisses all over the lover's face. promises that are kept, hands those are held with a gentle love, and hugs that engulf the heart too.

or when they rest their head on your chest, or lean on you for support.

"your tears kill me," kinda thing. or when a sunshine character finally cries and bawls their entire life's hurt out into their comfort grumpy character (plus point, if the grump feels guilty thinking if they had done something to trigger this emotional outburst)

communication. no matter hard the topic is, how big your differences are.

listening to the other person yap

admiring their facial features and seeing not just the outer structure but the person that they really are.

them getting angry on ur behalf

cradling each other in hugs basically

feeling emotional walls break when you're with that one person particularly

gentle communication. yearning to do more for your lover (!!!!)

affectionate smiles and eyes crinkling with a smile that's directed specially at you.

finding their laugh contagious.

the feeling of being accepted, despite flaws and all

silent domestic acts like being in the kitchen together, dressing up together, them drying ur hair while u sit between their legs

occasionally stolen kisses

or one deep kiss that just lights your world and fulfills your soul and heart.

sleepily nuzzling into each other!!

reaching for each other despite being asleep, with mumbled endearments and whispers of need!!!

laughter coming easily by their side, like happiness is just another day to day thing (this can also be about self love. when u truly love urself and prioritize your own rights and cherish the fact that you're you. happiness becomes beautiful even in solitude)

their fingers buried deep in yo- OOPS.?! :)

[flowrrs4u]

and it's so deserving

[lipikkawrites]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right.

Keep moving forward.

-@lipikkawrites

[mischievous-thunder]

Logan's the prettiest, cutest and softest kitty Wade's ever seen

[distort-t]

SHY AFFECTION PROMPTS—

Walking side by side, the back of their fingers brushing—too shy to initiate hand-holding.

Teasing the tips of person B’s hair between their fingers, watching their fingers, unable to meet B’s gaze.

Subtle acts of service: opening a door for them, covering cornered edges when the other bends down to pick something up, purchasing something of the other’s interest.

”You look—uh, good. You look good.” Stammering, trying to appear confident when complimenting the other. Cue the throat clearing and avoidance of eye-contact.

Hesitant smiles and blushy cheeks.

Person A about to say something before thinking against it and closing their mouth.

Agonising slow-paced romance.

Person B sticking by person A’s side while they’re sick and stuck to bed rest, despite A’s warning of getting them sick too.

Thoughtful picnic dates.

Almost confessions.

”I care about you, and I want the best for you.”

Friends to lovers.

Looking for each other in social settings.

“You mean more to me than that.”

”Come on, we’re friends.” “Are we really?”

Angsty confessions after built up feelings being hidden.

Everyone can see it but them.

“We’re just friends!” “With how B is looking at you now? I don’t think you’re just friends.”

Starry night skies, damp grass, and deep talks about life.

B learning about A’s body insecurities and finding that it’s their favourite part of them.

Love-fuelled kisses under whispering nights.

So deeply in love that it almost makes their friends uncomfortable to witness.

Feathery forehead kisses.

Neither of them raise their voice—a love so gentle and kind that it makes your teeth rot.

Either one has social anxiety and the other orders for them at cafes and restaurants, or both of them do and one disregards their own anxiety and steps up.

Late nights cuddled up and quiet giggles.

”You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

”I want our kids to have your eyes.”

Inside jokes that literally no one understands.

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Gentle yandere boyfriend that loses his shit when you bring up the topic of BDSM in the bedroom

afab reader ; nsfw

He’s always been methodically perfect, gentle, the best boyfriend he could be. All roses, chocolates, blankets when you’re sick, romantic dates at the beach, that kinda thing. A stand up guy, really. So has he ever thought of tying you up before, leaving you sprawled under him at his mercy, bare naked and all? Of course not!

Well. Once, maybe. Or twice. Or all the time. 

When you bring up the topic of BDSM in the bedroom, he chokes on his drink and nearly dies. He would have never expected such a request from you, you’re such an innocent and vanilla-esque person after all. But he’d be lying if the thought of you under him, with nowhere to run, wasn’t exhilarating. It tickled his predator/prey drive, his need to dominate you in most aspects of your life.

The two of you do as you suggest that night. You’re bound, bare naked in only black thigh highs and a collar around your neck. He didn’t want you wearing a blindfold because he wants to see your eyes as he takes you. There’s no gag either as he wants to be able to hear you moan.

You look ravishing, plush ass out with your legs tied just for him. It takes everything in him not to ravage you whole right then and there. You can’t run from him now. Oh, how he imagined you like this so many times if things didn’t go his way. If you had rejected him, run away from him, broken up with him, anything like that. He’d probably keep you locked up in his room, ready for the taking just like this. 

The perfect, gentle boyfriend facade cracks in no time, and before you know it, he’s all over you, drilling into your cunt, biting your neck, touching you all over wherever he can. 

You always knew he could be a bit possessive, but this new change scared and excited you at the same time. You moan each time he thrusts into you, listening as he mutters, “Mine, mine, mine,” after every minute. You never felt so wanted before. 

[euthymiaaa]

— subtle physical affection prompts 𓆩♡𓆪

i hope everyone is having a great new year so far! enjoy :D

pushing strands of their hair out of their face

brushing the dust of their clothes

wiping off a food stain near their lips (bonus: you lick it off your fingers)

briefly tracing the lines of their palms

patiently helping them put their shoes on

teasingly playing with the string of their hoodie

nose boops

comparing hand sizes

accidentally grazing their hands as both of you are reaching for the same object

gentle massages for their shoulders

delicately putting your hand on their back

playful stabs with your fingers onto the side of their waist

ever so light forehead pecks

[daily-spooky]