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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 1 year

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✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 6: Seventeen bias wrecker - Dino✨️

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AN: This has been in my drafts for 600 years because those clips of him from In The Soop still haunt me. I just think it's funny that because it took me so long to get to this, we got even more shirtless Dino in the gym content recently. Clearly a sign from the universe to finish this lmao. I was going to go on a whole unhinged rant about him but, I'll spare you all. We're all going to ignore that 1. his is the longest so far and 2. I've written the most for him out of every idol, thanks.

Synopsis: You thought working out with Chan would be a fun, productive way to spend time together. However, you're sorely unprepared for just how distracting he can be.

Heads up: Lee Chan x Fem! Reader, friends to lovers of sorts, Reader going through it because of her attraction to Chan, praise kink (f. receiving), Chan being a menace, technically public sex I guess (they fuck in the gym but, no one catches them and it's not brought up as a concern), hair pulling, dirty talk, petnames used for Reader, nipple play (f. receiving), oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, Reader cries a little and creampie.

Word count: 4138

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You knew you were doomed the moment you saw Chan in his workout clothing. His shirt sticking to his torso and practically acting like a second skin. You're sure if you looked hard enough, you could see the outlines of his nipples. His shorts were worse, somehow. Beckoning you to look at his toned thighs and zero in on how they hugged his ass.

Today is going to be more challenging than you anticipated.

"So, where do you want to start?" He asks, snapping you out of so blatantly ogling one of your closest friends. God, what're you thinking? You're here to spend time with him. Not think about how broad his shoulders are and just how muscular his ass would feel if you gave it a squeeze or five.

"You're the gym expert. You tell me," You pray to whichever deity is listening that Chan mistakes the delicate quality in your voice for anything other than how much just seeing him dressed like this affects you.

His laugh is boisterous and fills you with so much warmth, turning the already present butterflies in your stomach into dragons. One person shouldn't have this much power over you.

"I better not hear any complaining then," he responds with a wide smile, his eyes crinkling with mirth. Yeah, maybe being alone with the man you're borderline in love with isn't the wisest decision you've ever made, but it's too late now. You resist the scowl that wants to make itself known on your face when you invision a knowing Soonyoung in your mind. He's the one who suggested this to begin with. You're definitely going to be having some words with him the next time you see him, that evil man. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You severely underestimated how much worse this could get. You thought just seeing him in his tight-fitting gym attire was enough to fog up your brain but, that was before you heard the noises.

Lee Chan is a vocal man in all areas of life. Well, all areas of life that you've experienced him in. He's always talking, laughing, yelling at points, singing, sometimes rapping to fill the silence, and a million other things. The point being, Chan is not a quiet man. So, it shouldn't take you by surprise that he's vocal while he's working out too.

Still, the quiet grunts that fall from his lips and fill the otherwise relatively silent gym when he lifts weights causes your heart to beat wildly in your chest. The drawn-out groans when he finishes a set or stretches out his muscles might be the worst. Coupled with the way he grits his jaw and his face contorts when he's lifting, it's frankly a miracle you haven't spontaneously combusted.

However, as you stand and watch him while he illustrates how he wants you to lift these weights to your absolute horror and mortification, you realise you're getting wet. Not only that, but a barely there ache is beginning to make itself known between your thighs.

You're sure your face is radiating enough heat to power a small apartment building. You're really getting this worked up just watching him work out? What in the world is wrong with you? Are you truly this needy? You definitely need to call Soonyoung after this and yell at him until you're hoarse.

"Do you want to try now?" Chan asks you, kind eyes focused on you. You really might be the world's worst friend.

"Yeah, sure," you respond, pulling yourself together as best as you can given that you're unravelling at the seams. The weights aren't too heavy. You test them in your hold momentarily before imitating Chan's movements. There's a slight burn in your biceps but, otherwise you feel fine. It feels good, even. The slight burn fueling you.

"That's my girl,"

Oh.

Oh no.

That's all it takes for you to falter. Your mind suddenly completely forgetting the motions for the exercise you watched minutes ago.

"You were doing good just now but, try doing it this way," he says, standing up from where he'd been seated to watch you. His hands correcting your hold on the weights and the positioning of your arms. Every brush of his fingers on your skin leaves electricity in their wake. Fuck. Fuck this is bad. This is so bad.

Trying to remember how to be a normal human being, you nod at his words. Following his guidance and resuming the exercise precisely how he showed you now that your brain is semi-functional again.

"There you go. Good job," perhaps you should be a little more concerned about just how much his praise increases your pulse and worsens the way your panties are already sticking to you, but that's a thought for examining on another day. You can only handle so much right now.

"How about some pull-ups next?"

"Chan, do I strike you as the kind of person even capable of doing a single pull-up?"

"You could learn today,"

When all you respond with is a stone faced expression, he seems to get the message loud and clear, "Okay, fine. I'll do pull-ups and you do squats. How does that sound?"

"Now you're speaking my language,"

On the ever growing list of 'things you're violently unprepared for today', the next to be added is Chan just casually taking off his shirt. That stops you dead in your tracks. Your lips parting as his bare back comes into your line of sight. You thought it was broad before, but now? Seeing it completely bare? Broad feels like too simplistic of a word to describe it.

You knew, logically, that Chan was ripped. You've seen his arms, paying special attention to them more times than you care to admit. All of the guys work out regularly, and most of them mention Chan as one of the more dedicated members of the group when it came to hitting the gym.

You knew all of that, and yet, seeing the evidence a mere few metres in front of your very eyes leaves you speechless and stunned. Chan must notice your blatantly staring because he turns to look at you over his shoulder, "Is everything okay?"

You must struggle to come up with a believable response too long because he both looks and sounds panicked as he continues on, "Shit, did I make you uncomfortable? I should've asked if you were okay with me taking my shirt off. I'm sorry."

His panic must be infectious because you soon find yourself in a similar state, "No, no, Chan, it's okay. You did nothing wrong. I don't mind you being shirtless," quite the opposite actually, and that's the issue, but you decide to keep that bit to yourself.

"Are you sure? I really don't mind putting it back on if it's a problem,"

"Yes, I'm sure. It's really not a big deal,"

He looks unsure briefly but seems to accept your words. Giving you a nod before turning back to face the pull-up bar and begin his routine. You barely register the faint sting in your thighs from how deeply your nails are clawing into them. Eagle eyes drinking in as much as you can of every muscle contraction of his back. Your panties growing uncomfortably wet now as your ears are assaulted with grunts louder than the ones before.

You need to take a cold shower that lasts hours after this. At least you have a good month's worth of masturbation material now, so there's that.

Chan finishes his set far quicker than you would've liked. Sweat drenching his handsome face and droplets running down his jaw, his neck, his collarbones, his pecs until they disappear into the waistband of his shorts. Would it be so horrible to admit that you'd love to see just where those droplets wind up? That you'd happily follow their path with your tongue instead of your eyes?

"Hey, is everything okay?" Chan asks, dropkicking you out of your obscene thoughts.

"Ye-Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"It's just um you haven't really moved, and you've been kind of...staring at me?"

Oh no. Oh god, he noticed. No fucking shit he noticed you've probably been staring at him with all of the subtly of a rhino in a tea shop. Why did you have to make a day meant to be catching up with a friend so fucking weird.

"I-sorry. You're just distracting," is what comes out of your mouth in your blind panic.

"Distracting?" He asks, titling his head, "I'm distracting? Distracting how?"

By being shirtless, with all of the noises you've been making all day, by touching me, by telling me what a good job I've been doing, by just existing in the same space as me - are all of the thoughts that spring up in your mind. All the thoughts you show a great deal of restraint in not word vomiting out at him.

To your absolute mortification, an expression akin to understanding dawns on Chan's face. You've never wanted the Earth to spilt open and swallow you whole more than in this moment.

"Oh, I'm distracting huh?" Chan asks with a grin a touch too arrogant for you, taking a step towards you.

"No! It's not - I'm not - I wasn't - it wasn't like that," you stutter out, growing ever more flustered as a shirtless, sweaty Chan invades your space.

"It wasn't like what exactly?" He asks, mischief shining clear as day in his typically warm eyes.

Before you can consciously think about it, you find yourself stepping backwards. Much to the amusement of the man you're not sure if you want to kiss or throttle in front of you.

You decide to abandon the route you were on and attempt another one, "I'm sorry for staring at you."

"You don't have to apologise," Chan waves you off, "But I do want to know why you were staring,"

It's clear as day to anyone with basic critical thinking skills why you were so laser focused on his stupid back and shoulders. He just wants you to say it. You never took Chan for the humiliation type.

"You know why," you mutter, leaning against the wall that you had no idea you'd even gotten so close to. You suppose your brain is too preoccupied with trying to keep your friendship from going up into flames.

"I don't. You have to tell me," You really want to punch that shit eating grin off of his face. Your adrenaline spiking as he takes another step towards you.

"You're really annoying, you know that?"

"I've heard that once or twice over the years. Still doesn't answer my question though,"

"I think you're attractive, okay?" You finally blurt out. Looking at everything but him in the gym. Studiously focused on one of the treadmills in towards the back, over his shoulder.

"Aw, I'm flattered," he responds, so close to you now that all you'd have to do is reach out, and you'd be touching his bare chest. You have a feeling this isn't going to bode well for you.

"Whatever. You got the answer you wanted. Are you happy now?"

"You know, for being one of the smartest women I know, you're pretty dense," he responds dryly.

"What? Hey!"

"Do you really think I'd react this way to anyone saying they think I'm hot? Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

All you can do is owlishly blink at him. His words washing over you, trying your hardest to digest what he just said to you.

"I think you might have to spell it out for me, yeah," you mutter more breathlessly than you care to admit. It certainly doesn't become any easier to breathe when Chan is fully in your space, crowding you against the gym wall. His scent flooding your system, worsening the wetness between your thighs and muddling your mind even more.

"Is this okay?" He whispers, mere centimetres away from your mouth. His eyes considerably darker than they were minutes ago.

"Yes,"

"May I kiss you?"

"Yes," if anyone asks, you don't sound needy in the slightest when you reply to him.

You quickly learn that Lee Chan, as with many other facets of his life, excels in kissing you until you can think of nothing but, him. Not your mind has been anywhere else for the past few hours to begin with.

Your hands make themselves at home on his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there as you pour what feels like centuries worth of yearning into this kiss.

"May I touch you?" He mutters against your mouth and, you wonder why he'd ever stop kissing you to ask such a stupid question.

"Yes, Chan. You can do whatever you want. I don't care," you rush out in response, dragging his mouth back to yours to feed into what is quickly becoming your newest addiction.

With your green light, his hands drift towards your oversized shirt. Smiling against your mouth when you shudder from the brief brushes of his fingertips along your abdomen while he toys with the hem of your shirt.

"I didn't think you'd be one to tease," you say.

"Have you thought about me like this often?" You really had to be so weak for such an insufferable man huh.

You choose to kiss him instead of replying, tugging on his hair in retaliation for the grin you know is on his face. Luckily for you, Chan seems to have had his fill of toying with you for now. Shoving your shirt upwards, pulling away from you briefly to tug it off of you fully.

He just stares at you. Want clear as day in his eyes as he watches your chest rise and fall and how your sports bra outlines your hardened nipples. You find yourself growing a little self-conscious under his heavy gaze. You hadn't picked your outfit with the goal of winding up like this in mind.

"You're staring," you finally find the courage to say, pushing down every instinct to cross your arms over your chest.

"Just returning the favour," he quips back, jumping back into action and acquainting himself with your throat. You can't help the moans and throaty gasps that leave your lips as his kisses and nips at your sensitive skin, exploiting every weak spot he can find. One of his hands reaching down to fondle your breast, running his thumb over your nipple through the fabric of your bra.

All you can manage to do is lean against the wall for stability. Every kiss and lick and squeeze sending lightning down your spine straight to your clit. You wouldn't be surprised if your legging were wet, too, at this point.

"You're so responsive," he whispers against your neck. Given how quietly he said it, you're not sure whether he meant to verbalise that thought or not, but you can't think to respond when he pushes your bra up.

He dots kisses along your breasts. Each press of his lips bringing him closer and closer to one of your nipples before he envelopes one into his warm mouth. He seems intent to wring every noise, every reaction out of you that he possibly can. Teasingly running his teeth along the sensitive bud, smiling when you arch into his touch. His nimble fingers find themselves at the waistband of your leggings. Slipping into them and pulling a particularly loud gasp from you when they come into contact with your more than likely ruined panties.

Your face burns when Chan's expression morphs into one of surprise, his fingers running along your panty covered slit as if to affirm to himself you're really this wet already.

"I didn't realise I had such a strong effect on you," he says against your breast, his voice gravelly, "Fuck, you're already so wet."

A strangled moan is all you can offer when he finds your swollen clit.

"Poor baby. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. Just need to get you out of these," he says, kneeling in front of you and pulling your leggings and panties down. You kick off your shoes impatiently to help ease the process, leaving you almost fully naked.

"I can't believe you're this wet when I haven't even touched you properly," he says, sounding genuinely amazed. Intense gaze focused on your swollen, slick slit. Lifting one of your legs and letting it rest over one of his shoulders.

Anticipation settles in your gut as Chan makes himself comfortable between your thighs. Your hips jolting into him when he experimentally touches you once more, completely bare this time. Your wetness generously coating his thick fingers. Your eyes flutter shut as he shifts closer, goosebumps rising all over your body when his warm breaths hit you.

His first lap of you is messy and passionate. A muffled groan is your only warning before he grips your thigh and all but shoves his face into you. One of your hands fists his hair, not sure if you want him even closer or whether you need a minute from the sensations wreaking your system.

"Ch-Chan ah god," you cry out, your hold on his hair worsening. He doesn't seem to mind all that much, however. Intently focused on grinding your pussy against tongue until you fall into pieces for him.

With his mouth latched onto your clit, he teases your entrance with two of his fingers and you feel faint. His eyes find yours momentarily, looking at you through his hair as he checks for any signs of discomfort or reservations. Watching your face while he slowly sinks his fingers into you. His cock leaking even more when your warm, wet walls squeeze his fingers for dear life. He's so fucked.

The stretch his fingers provide requires some adjusting to, and Chan catches onto that. Focusing his attention back on your clit and providing some distraction while you get used to his fingers.

The wall behind you is proving to be extremely helpful. You're sure you would've crumpled onto the floor by now with the way Chan is determined to devour you whole and his fingers curl inside of you. Embarrassment warming your face as the squelching sounds of your wetness and his fingers moving inside of you hit your ears. Those sounds are accompanied by louder moans and whimpers from you when his fingers strike gold. Finding your weak spot and going for the kill.

He exploits your weaknesses gleefully, assaulting the spot over and over again while he continues his ministrations on your clit. It's no wonder your orgasm doesn't take long to slam into you. Watery cries of his name and jumbled curses echoing throughout the empty gym. You're sure you're hurting him from how fiercely you're gripping his hair. You couldn't remember the last time you'd cum this hard. Sagging against the wall when the most intense parts of it subside.

Chan presses one last kiss to your pussy before easing his fingers out of you. Standing up on unsteady legs, cupping your jaw and slamming his mouth against yours. The taste of yourself on his tongue further fueling the fog clouding your mind. Desperate hands dragging him closer to you, revelling in his closeness and the firmness of his body against your own.

"If I knew you tasted this good, I would've offered to eat you out a long time ago," he says when you shift to litter kisses on his jaw.

"If I knew you did it so well, I would've let you," you respond with an easy smile. However, any humour in your tone dissipates when you register his cock pressing against your thigh. Scorching and heavy even through the material of his shorts. Fuck.

Your mouth finds his once more. Teeth and tongue clashing with one another as he grinds himself against you, groaning into you.

"Chan, please," you whine.

"Hmm? Please, what?" You're not sure if he's genuinely too disoriented to understand what you're asking of him or if he wants you to beg. Either way, you've long since abandoned any semblance of pride.

"Please fuck me,"

His eyes shut briefly, and you watch the way his jaw clenches, "You're going to be the death of me."

If you weren't aching and noticeably empty, you might've giggled at his words. Watching him shove his shorts and underwear down his thick, muscular thighs through lidded eyes. A fresh wave of wetness gushes out of you when his cock springs free. Of course his cock would look mouthwatering too. Of course.

"You really do like to stare, huh?" he muses, stepping closer to you. Hoisting one of your legs over his elbow.

"Sh-Shut up," you stutter, fingernails digging into his biceps as he drags his cock along your pussy. His cock glistening with your arousal in no time.

"That's not nice," he faux pouts, nudging your entrance with his tip. Your knees almost buckle underneath you. A moan bubbling out of just from him toying with you.

"Chan, please. I want it. I want you, please-"

You're promptly cut off when he pushes inside of you. If you thought the stretch provided by his fingers was overwhelming, the girth of cock brings tears to your eyes. Your strained gasps and his restrained groans intertwining.

Is it possible to cum just from being so full? Lee Chan might just help you answer that question. You're not sure you've ever felt so full and stretched out in your entire life. A few stray tears running down your face already.

"Are you okay?" He asks, looking just as wrecked and overwhelmed as you feel. He's practically vibrating from the effort not to move. His cock pulsing inside of you.

"Ye-Yeah. It doesn't hurt. You can move," you respond. It's now or never.

Chan starts off very slowly. Letting you grow accustomed to his girth with every drag of him along your walls. Muttering quiet praises into your neck about how well you're doing, how good you feel, and how you're taking him so well. His words prompting you to clench around him and gush around him.

"Chan, faster, please. You can move faster. It's okay, I can take it," you whine. You feel like you're going to lose your mind if he keeps thrusting so slowly. His consideration is sweet. Really, it is, but it's torturous too. From the way he seems to be restraining himself, you assume the feeling is mutual.

Something snaps in him then. His eyes more feral than they were moments ago as he picks up his pace considerably. The sounds of your wetness and skin slapping against skin mingling with your respective noises of pleasure.

"Taking my cock like such a good girl," he groans into your shoulder, sliding impossibly deeper into you when he angles himself a little differently than before.

Perhaps he's noticed the way his praise impacts you. His filthy mouth not stopping.

"Look, baby," he mutters lowly into your ear, "I want you to look at how well your pussy takes me,"

You can't find it in you to disobey. Chasing the high of being his good girl. So, you glance downwards. Your cheeks heating up as you watch him fuck into you and the way you're being split open by him. You never thought the sight of yourself being fucked would garner such a strong reaction from you but, you've been learning quite a bit about yourself today.

"It's hot, isn't it?" He asks, a moan falling from his lips when you tighten around him, "So hot watching me fuck this pretty pussy of yours."

You've never cum just from penetration but, Chan is proving himself to be head and shoulders above every other man you've slept with. You're completely and utterly caught off guard when you cum for a second time and, Chan seems to be too. Startled, wide eyes watching you shatter in front and around him for a second time. Ever the caring gentleman as he soothes and fucks you through it.

You're barely coherent when Chan's pitchy moans of your name register to your mind and you feel his warm, thick cum flood your awaiting pussy. His hips weakly twitching into yours with ever spurt of his cum inside of you.

Honestly, it's a wonder both of you are still standing. Barely, but you're standing. Leaning into each other and the trusty wall for support as you come back to yourselves.

"If working out with you always ends up like this, we should work out together more often," he says, kissing your neck and shoulder lazily.

You really just had to fall for one of the most eye roll inducing men you've ever met, huh.

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seungkwanhey · 1 month

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Gently | Boo Seungkwan

Synopsis: Seungkwan gets his routinely subby sex.

Pairing: sub baby!seungkwan x mommy!reader

Word count: 600+

Genre: SMUT, fluff

Warning(s): smut okay (mdni!!), mommy kink so if you’re not into that pls go away, treating seungkwan like a baby, all of this seem very tame tho, handjob, neck kisses

Visuals: link

It’s a miracle you ever found someone who complements your desires. For you, that was Seungkwan giving into all your commands while you maintained being gentle with him. You felt yourself in control every time that you dictated everything in the bed room. Tonight was no different from the other times that you spent the night over at Seungkwan’s apartment.

“Go on, baby,” you watched Seungkwan push his pants down from the edge of the bed - arms crossed, standing, waiting for him to get undressed for you. His weak demeanor in bed is highlighted by the slow and hesitant movements that make you impatient. He knows well enough that riling you up will only make you bossier - a trait that he loves.

You watched him expose his toned body for you to enjoy, feeling himself through his underwear, and making eye contact with you the whole time. Seungkwan loves the sight of you lustfully staring at him. The outline of his already hard cock was visible through his tight underwear, and the slow stroking of his pretty hand accentuated it. “Am I doing it right, mommy?” begging for your approval, making you snap out of your gaze.

“Stroke your cock for me please,” you asked him keeping your eyes on his crotch. You could feel your clit throbbing just watching him play with himself in front of you, being a good boy. Seungkwan rubbed himself with his underwear on, limiting your view on his cock and his hand. You could only see his jerking motion, but you could feel yourself getting hornier as he goes on.

Seungkwan let out gentle whimpers, enjoying being watched, but he definitely wanted more. “Mommy…” he whispered through his moans “can I remove my underwear please? I want you to make me feel good.” It drives you crazy knowing that he wants you touching him and making him feel pleasured.

You crawled into bed and ran your hands through his thighs before hooking your fingers into his underwear. Seungkwan released a whimper as you released his cock, and he looked at you with eyes begging to be touched. His tip was pink from all the blood rushing into his cock, and you watched it twitch as you hovered your hand over it. “Can mommy touch you?” He nodded swiftly. “Are you going to be a good boy and cum for mommy?” He nodded again, feeling needier for you. “How does my baby like being touched?” You asked him, signaling him that you’re about to place your hand wherever he wanted it to be on.

He lets out a frustrated but polite instruction for you to just stroke him off; he added, “please,” a second after telling you what he wanted to cushion any questioning you might have about who’s in charge.

You smile at him in response and spit on your hand, keeping your eyes in contact. You bend down to the crook of his neck to give him soft kisses and gently wrap your fingers around his cock. “Mommy…” he moans again for you, signaling you that he enjoys exactly what you’re doing to him.

Between your kisses and the stroking, you could feel him tensing up. “Cum for me, baby,” you say in between kisses. Seungkwan’s breathing grew shorter at your instruction, you could hear him trying to form sentences. It was a repeated attempt at saying your name and “mommy;” he switched between the two inching his climax.

You watched as he scrunched his face, releasing his thick ropes of cum on his tummy. His cock continued to twitch releasing every bit of cum left as you continued to jerk him off. “Thank you,” he panted, pulling you closer, and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Anything for you, baby,” you smile back at him, knowing he will follow anything you say after he settles down.

A/N: AGAIN this is my first time doing this so please be kind. But also lemme know if youre interested in knowing like the other end of being pleased by this subby kwan AAAAA

#seventeen #svt au #seungkwan #seungkwan au #svt seungkwan #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan smut #seventeen imagine #seventeen au #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt scenarios #svt

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bbutterflies · 5 months

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2023 fanfic year in review

Thank you @kasienda for the tag!!! Been meaning to do this since I wrote so much in 2023!

Fics completed this year:

Oh my god I was writing lovesquare still at the beginning of the year… who was I back then… I finished I’d fall in love with you a thousand times and Meant to be, and then wrote all of Intertwined. I try to hold these all in kind thoughts. I don’t think they’re all that great, personally, but I just hadn’t written as much when I wrote them and never outlined or planned ahead. But I’m happy people liked them!

And then I went off the deep end with adrino:

I’ll give myself a name (something stupid and pretentious)

Falling into place

ways to say I love you

promise me forever

The memories we (don’t) make

Not much of a cat person

The moment I knew (I’d no choice but to love you)

Chemistry with him (for Ninovember 2023! I wrote the entire thing in about a month and a half and posted daily in November. My life took a serious turn for the worse by the end of the month and the comments and support on this fic were so amazing and incredible and kept me going!)

Love you snow much

And then I ended strong with this incredibly devastating (but really good) loveywalker one shot: fine line

Number of words written:

My ao3 stats say I published 329,988 words in 2023 which is insane????? I don’t know how I did that but oh my god it was so fun. I know I wrote way more that I didn’t publish with edits and stuff I scrapped, but I don’t keep track because it would just be way too difficult… at least another 100-150k if I had to guess in cut scenes and wips I haven’t published and stuff I just decided I didn’t like. I don’t know how in the world I managed to write so much while already a sleep-deprived grad student but I definitely don’t regret it. It was a blast.

Your most popular fic:

By hits, Meant to be. Oh man… if I wrote this now I’d do so much differently. I was surprised people loved it so much, and looking back, I’m like oh god… the mistakes… but it’s all a learning process! :) and I learned and grew so much from this one.

By kudos, ways to say I love you, which I didn’t expect to gain any traction at all. It’s just over 600 words, something silly and cute I figured a couple people would like, and it totally blew up.

Your personal fav:

I know I’ve said this before but Falling into place, hands down, is my number one. I know I’ve also said before it’s such a queer, teenage experience, but it is and it means so much to me. Being in high school, being in love with your friends and not even knowing it, aughhh I just love it. I love the way I wrote it. I’m so proud of it still!

Your fav scene:

Oh man… probably the kiss scene in chapter 9 of The moment I knew (I’d no choice but to love you). I wrote it so many times and made so many edits but I ended up so proud of it!

A fic or scene that challenged you:

I had a lot of fun with most of my fics! Having multiple wips on the backburner gave me a way to take a break and work on other stuff when I was having trouble with one and I can usually come back with fresh eyes later and never have too much trouble. But right now, If I hold you too close is challenging emotionally. It’s super personal and self-indulgent, and digging into a lot of my own past and traumas and mistakes to write it has been harder than I thought it would be. I’m excited to keep working on it but it’s been draining at times for sure.

A line of writing you’re proud of:

Oh man, I don’t know how to pick a single line… I’ll have to go with this (even though it’s technically more than one line) from Falling into place:

Adrien’s eyes were locked on Nino’s. He was staring back with something in his expression Adrien couldn’t quite read, something he hadn’t seen before. Or maybe he had but he’d just never been looking.

A comment that touched you:

A few come to mind! I’ve had several people comment on my adrino fics telling me they hadn’t shipped them before but they do after reading, and honestly that’s my number one life goal at the moment haha. I love adrino! I want more people to love them!

I genuinely love all the comments I get. It means so much that people read and love my work. The people who say so specifically always get me teared up… I’ve gotten several on my fluff fics that said they were going through stuff in life and my writing was a bright spot for them, and genuinely that’s insane to me. To touch someone else, to have a positive impact on their life through art…. oughhh it’s just so human and raw and I love it! I’m so honored!

Something that inspired your writing:

I honestly spent a lot of time writing what I personally wanted/needed to read! I needed more domestic adrino fluff, and I wasn’t finding quite what I wanted to read, so… I wrote it for myself! I love rereading them knowing it’s exactly what I want to read, and knowing other people enjoyed them too. I’ve been incredibly selfish in my writing this year (in the best way) and it’s been so inspiring also to see other people want to read it too! The moment I knew (I’d no choice but to love you) was something I didn’t think would garner much attention at all. A rarepair and a super silly trope? I thought whatever, I’m writing it for me, hopefully a couple others like it, and it got so much more positive attention than I thought. I’m so glad!

Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

Probably figuring out I’ll give myself a name (something stupid and pretentious)! I think I’ve mentioned before I was originally writing it as a lovesquare fic. I wrote it and rewrote it like six times before I thought, no, this should be about Adrien and Nino. And then it just clicked!

Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

I have a secret wip in my docs I’ve talked about a couple times, but it’s a slowburn teenage adrino and I really would love to write all of it! I think I’m struggling to decide exactly what kind of story I want to tell and it’s making it hard to outline and write when I don’t have a clear end direction, but that’s something I’d definitely love to figure out.

And I’d love to get back into lovesquare, too! I have a few wips that I keep putting on the backburner but I really want to dust them off and finish them, and maybe start some new stuff. Writing my loveywalker fic was SO fun (if devastating) and I can’t believe it’s been months since I sat down and wrote lovesquare.

This isn't a direct writing goal, but I'm determined to comment more on fics I read. I love getting comments, and I don't leave them enough on the fics I love, and that's something I really want to change!

Anyone you would like to thank?

@kasienda and @flightfoot I think are tied for commenting on my fics, and it really means so much to have cheerleaders in my inbox!!! Especially writing adrino when readership is lower, it was a huge help to have people reading and commenting and cheering me on <3

@asukiess and @isabugs recently for screaming with me in general about this show! You’ve inspired me to write so much more… I can’t wait to be absolutely unhinged in 2024.

And all my commenters on ao3!! I don’t know everyone’s tumblr and couldn’t possibly tag them all but it means so much every time I get a comment. I wouldn’t be writing as much as I do without the direct support! Thank you!!!

#year in review #my writing #miraculous ladybug

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Ok actual request LU Four and Legend platonic/found sibling, piece. Preferably with some internal input from the colors in Four's head

:) ~600 words

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"Psst… Smithy."

Four pauses his walk down to the blacksmith's, looking around. He doesn't see Legend right off, but he, unlike most people might, thinks of looking down. A little pink face pokes out of the bushes butting up against the dirt road, and those eyes are too familiar.

After glancing around to make sure nobody's watching, Four dives down into the bushes and pulls the boughs to hide him from the road. Sitting in front of him, Legend is currently a pink rabbit. A really, really cute pink rabbit.

Don't react he looks embarrassed He looks pissed So normal then HE IS SO CUTE

Four casually covers his mouth to conceal the smile trying to break through. "Hey, Vet. What's up?"

Legend's little bunny nose twitches, and he scowls, but with his big cheeks, he just looks cuter. "What's up? Seriously? Are you daft?"

Now that's uncalled for He's just stressed give him a break

"Sorry," Legend says after half a second, apparently remembering that Four doesn't exactly love being called dumb or crazy, even in jokes. He snaps the apology, but he gives it, which is enough for Four.

"Whatever." Four waves a hand. "So you're a bunny right now. Do you know why? I assume that's why you called me out."

Legend gathers himself and sits up, his long ears settling into an alert position.

I wonder if they're soft Keep our hands to ourself Of course! I just wonder…

"Yes. There's a kind of… little fairy monster that does it. It's happened before, but beams don't usually come out of the Dark World." Legend hops over to peek through the bushes again, still talking. "I, stupidly, didn't bring most of my stuff with me on that walk—"

"You aren't stupid," Four corrects with a sigh.

Legend shoots him a look, then turns back to watch the road. "Maybe not, but I sure acted like it, and either way, I don't have my Moon Pearl on me. You're not sneaky, but you are trustworthy, so I need you to go get my bag, or just the Pearl, though it'll be difficult with Wind watching all our stuff—"

Moon Pearl? Don't we have, like, six of those? Yeah one second

Four digs through his bag as Legend outlines a somewhat ridiculous plan for sneaking past Wind and getting his bag without anybody noticing. He interrupts Legend's rant.

"Ahem. Legend."

Paws curled in annoyance, Legend looks back at Four and the Moon Pearl he has in his hand. His ears loosen up, and he blinks.

"You just… have those?"

"Several, yes. Is it what you need?"

Legend approaches, and Four makes sure to hold still as he feels a tiny paw brace against his hand to lift Legend up so he can look closer.

I'm with Red can we just cuddle him already Not without permission Can we at least ask

"Yep, that's a Moon Pearl, all right." Legend looks up at him. "Um. Can you keep this quiet?"

"You don't have to ask. You're not the only one with a tiny, fuzzy secret." That sounded wrong. "Anyway, pretty sure you're cuter."

He's gonna hate that No look he's flattered Awww Don't. Move.

Legend sighs a tiny bunny sigh, then climbs up onto Four's lap. "Fine. Just a little cuddling. Whatever." He seems to relax when Four gives in and touches the pink fur.

Wow his ears really are soft EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Please be quiet you'll give us a headache

…eeeeeeeeeeeeeee

#my writing #shipwrite #linked universe #lu legend #lu four #bunny legend #:)

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thecoramaria · 2 months

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Hello!

Thank you so much for your blog, it's helped me a lot in writing my fics. It's definitely one of the best fic writing resources out there.

Onto my question: do you have any advice on how to write more quickly + not hate everything I write?

I do writing sprints a lot of the time but I can't help but feel as if my writing has gotten worse, and I feel guilty cutting down my work because I struggle to meet the daily word count goal I have for myself (600 words a day).

I'm about a quarter of the way through my longfic, and I feel like I've just gotten worse and worse at writing. I still love the story, but my writing feels clunkier and flows less smoothly.

Thank you!

I'm glad you're enjoying the channel! It's getting late where I am rn but sleepy Cora is gonna try to answer your ask anyway.

First of all, I'd just like to say that 600 words a day is a lot! (And so is being a whole quarter through your story btw.) While I have won NaNoWriMo a few times (a challenge that involves writing 50k+ words in a month) it's definitely not sustainable for me. Recently, I've struggled to just average more than 300 words in a day. Unfortunately I'm still coming to terms with my chronic pain and the limits it places on my ability to write fic. 600 words a day on average is just... not possible for me.

However, something I have been doing lately is to learn what my current capacity is, which seems to be 300 words a day on average. Note: on average! A lot of days, I don't even write that much, but some days I make up for it by writing a lot. As I say in this short, good writing goals are like persistence hunting. You might find yourself more motivated if you set monthly or quarterly word count goals rather than daily ones. Then it's not a big deal if you write very little or not at all on some days, since you'll still have plenty of time to catch up.

(Also if you tell a non-writer that you wrote like 300 words in a day, they'll probably be impressed!)

So TL;DR: focus on learning what your capacity is, and then set your writing goals around that. Also focus on writing goals that cover a longer period than a day to allow wiggle room for your erratic progress.

Now, onto writing sprints.

I have the flavour of autism that gives me a processing speed deficiency, meaning that it takes me longer to Do Things than the average (usually allistic) person. This means that I'm a slow drafter, but also a more methodical, intentional one.

This means that writing sprints aren't all that helpful to me. I need to ponder every sentence and detail as I write it, because I already figured out the plot points and character arcs in my outline. "Just get the story down in the first draft" doesn't work for me because I already did that. In a highly detailed outline.

So writing sprints may be what's causing you to feel like your writing is getting worse. There are two perspectives on this:

First drafts are supposed to be bad, and writing sprints are supposed to just help you get them done so you can fix them later. If you were previously a slow, methodical drafter, then switching to a strategy that focuses on quantity over quality is going to make for rougher drafts, and thus make you feel like your writing is worse. That's okay though, because you can edit a rough draft. You can't edit a blank page.

Writing sprints are sabotaging the quality of your drafts, so instead, you can ditch them and focus on the slow-and-steady drafting approach. It'll make for less editing time in the long run, and you'll feel more confident in your writing ability if you take a quality-first approach.

But wait! I have a secret third option! One that may not be to do with writing sprints at all!

Could it be that the reason why your writing feels worse... is that your current WIP happens to be challenging you in new ways?

The reason why I bring this up is because this is something I've encountered recently while editing my current WIP. For context, it's the second book in a trilogy, and the first book didn't require nearly as much structural editing and rewriting, so what's changed? Why are my drafts for Book 2 so much worse than Book 1?

It's because Book 1 relied on the Stations of Canon, (warning that this article mentions 'Harry Potter' if you'd rather avoid that) while Book 2 breaks away from them.

Basically, I built my fic around a plot formula from canon that was already proven to be effective, but now, I'm having to build the plot from near scratch. It's like learning to build a house where the scaffolding and measurements are all done for you vs having to do all that yourself. Of course my writing feels worse! I'm learning an entirely new storytelling skill. There's going to be plenty of mistakes along the way.

However, I'm making peace with my first drafts for Book 2 being "worse", because I'm learning just how crucial and transformative editing can be. Taking on these new challenges means that I'm noticing weak spots that were previously invisible to me, and what is a weak spot but opportunities to improve my craft?

I'm a big believer that if you feel like your writing is bad or getting worse, instead of stewing in the insecurity, you should instead investigate why. Why is your writing clunkier or flowing less smoothly than it used to? Is it that you use redundant phrasing and tautology? Do you take 20 words to say something that could just as easily be said in 10? Vague feelings about the quality of your writing is what allows insecurity to fester. Actually knowing what the issue is makes that much harder, because now you have a concrete problem to solve. I do have a partial draft for a video that goes into that more, so if anyone wants to see me complete and film it, let me know!

Thanks for the ask, Nonny, and I hope this helps~!

#cora's ask box #cora's original posts #harry potter mention

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rozaceous · 7 months

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ok so like, fanowrimo 2023 reflection thus far, since we're actually p close to the halfway mark which is already a terrifying concept.

total word count, i'm at 9.6k (abt 400 words under target for today but i'm probably not done), so yay! but holy schmokes have i not been consistent in output in the last week lmao. via nanowrimo's stats page, which is honestly excellent:

(nov 5th and 9th were rest days, and even tho on the 5th it says 0, i did still outline. ofc some of what i've written i've since scrapped--tho i've p much made up the difference while editing--and i've also done abt 600 words of not-tcba writing bc my brain needed a break.)

building habits is so hard...

and that's really what it is? historically speaking, i'm not a very consistent writer, i'm more motivated by whimsy. having a structured approach where i wake up in the morning and write for an hour has been good for me, but it's also really challenging bc i am a creature of indolence. normally i take ages to think about what's coming up next, and when i write i have the internal editor in my brain constantly giving me feedback on word choice and word frequency, on consonance and where to break the sentence with punctuation or how to re-word it so that the tone is right and making sure that i mention x and do the lead-in for y. at the same time, when i take a lot of time to percolate is usually when i'm able to do 1-2k in one go and it doesn't need any editing after except for typos. (measure twice, write once...)

so breaking it into writing only, and editing separately has been great, but it's still kind of a struggle bc it's still energy expenditure, just in a different form. but i think the other part of why i've always taken so long to write is that i don't have a job where i can just daydream abt my stories, or sneakily write. i have my commute and my lunch, but sometimes i want to think abt literally anything else. in general, i have obligations that take up enough of my mental bandwidth that it can be really hard to also be creative, esp when i have v strong meta-cognition going when i do write.

idk thus far w this project i've really been trying to give myself a lot of grace, and mostly succeeding. but yeah, if mariko is my wish-fulfillment in any sense it's that she has the energy to enact her stubbornness into discipline way more consistently than i do.

#and i would've quit a week ago if it weren't for verm #having someone give me insta feedback is the chicken soup for my soul #so many vibe checks. i owe them sm.#and i guess the other portion of the energy bit is that i manage an autoimmune condition and my primary symptom is fatigue #so yknow that always helps lol #and is why i may or may not do more tonight--overexerted myself yesterday #i felt great at the time!!!#alas that's how it always is #fanowrimo 2023 #rozisms #overall this has been a fabulous experience but yikes the self-reflection involved

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samsspambox · 2 years

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The 'Aetem + pierced ears' post is giving me "Wotakoi + Nifuji piercing his ears bc he saw Neru date a guy who had them" brainrot? Like... an AU...why do I imagine a version of Artem doing this sort of thing? 😳

HI HI! putting the nonnie here again bc I feel like I didn't elaborate enough on the last ask and wanted to make a proper post about artem with piercings!

ima be honest tho, i have not seen Wotakoi but have seen snipetts from tiktok reviewers to have a general idea of how it goes (it has been on my watch list for a while now, i just haven't gotten around to it)

anyway: artem with piercings. ever since that scene in 6.2 where he's like:

and that got my monkey brain thinking, you know? cuz first of all artem at a party? hmmm,,, and then the earring part!! and then with me being me, i had to find some way to prove to myself (and yall) that artem could have pierced ears. so!

Artem with Piercings? It’s more likely than you think.

an observation/analysis on artem and the possibility that he has pierced ears.

(~600 words)

Aight so, as mentioned in a previous theory, I'm betting good money on Artem having either closed piercings or having actual piercings without the studs in. It follows a pattern I've mentioned before, but that’s not the only reason I think Artem has piercings. Like yeah, in 6.2 he says that he wore earrings to a party (he went to parties?) but I would assume that he wore clip-on. After all, his sprite doesn't show any holes, right? Well… let’s look at Marius’ idle sprite.

The sprite itself has four earrings on the left side and none on the right (considering he’s the one who did at least one of the piercings, it makes sense they’re on his left). Looking through stories and cards where he’s wearing a suit, he doesn’t take out the earrings. He witches them out for ones that don’t call as much attention to them compared to events where he can dress up (re: Fabulous Feast vs. Main Story 7).

'But what’s the point?' I hear you ask. Well, mostly to get you focused on his ear. We don’t have a sprite where a person known to have earrings… doesn't have them on. This goes for MC as well. A brief glance into cards where they appear always has them wearing a pair of earrings, so we don’t have that baseline as to what ears in this universe look like if they have a piercing but don't have an earring.

Anyway, aside from the theory, why would I think Artem had piercings at one point? Well, I’d cite teenage rebellion or something similar. In his revisiting youth card (which im still fucking salty i didnt get fuck you mr. wing) he says he knows how to pick locks. Idk what type of pin mc was wearing that day but the fact that Artem ‘I get called an emotionless robot by the media’ Wing can pick a lock using a pin that he’s not really familiar with?? Idk man something ain’t adding up here.

There’s also the fact that his mom called him ‘Difficult to deal with’ as a teenager. Now, let’s not jump the gun and say Artem was a full on bad boy, far from it. Back to his revisiting youth card, we’ve seen the outline of Artem’s highschool portrait. We know that while stand-off-ish, he was generally a good kid. But you can be a good kid while being difficult to deal with. Honestly when someone won't approach you for some bullshit reason, there has to be some way to pass time. Especially in a closed environment like school. Hence: lock picking. People like learning how to break into things because they can, not because they use the skill.

But then when do we get to the earrings? Well, we get to them at the same time. Gifted Kid Artem Wing was probably bored, already had the reputation of being a loner (not a total one but one with acquaintances), and was in an environment that both facilitated and spread bad ideas. All Artem had to hear was people talking about piercings for him to get the idea. It’s entirely plausible that Artem got piercings on a whim. After all, no one is going to tell him otherwise.

Now I do think he let them close out if he did get them. Going back to Marius having earrings, he changes them when it comes to corporate matters or just day to day. Idk if I’m just assuming but isn’t it a thing in corporate culture to just, you know, not have earrings? Marius gets a pass because he’s the protagonist he’s the CEO of the company. You’re not gonna tell the CEO to go change, are you? Artem, while being the senior partner, still is Celestine’s employee. I’m 90% sure Celestine wouldn’t mind because it's Artem, but better to err on the side of caution, right?

So there’s a 50/50 chance he either has piercings that aren’t closed (since we don’t have a sprite to show us what that looks like) or he has them closed.

and yeah! that's my long-winded ramble. thank you for asking!!

#tears of themis #tears of themis hc #sam answers #anon asks #exhausted impact asks #exhausted impact #sam analyzes #nonnie asks #artem wing #zuo ran #artem wing had piercings damn it i can feel it in my bones #if anyone asks i think artem had a scene phase without having the scene look #there's just something about the bangs LMAO #sam rambles

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martsonmars · 1 year

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6, 10 and on behalf of your avoided WIPS - 12

my poor, neglected wips thank you.

6. Favorite title you used (this year, I'm only looking at this year)

Titles are often a painful moment - I either have the perfect idea immediately or beg @facewithoutheart to title my story (even when she hasn't read it). The fact that I have a fic titled Show Me Who You Are and one named I Know What You Are says a lot. (I didn't even realise how similar they were until much after I published the second one.)

I'm pretty proud of The Curse of the 31 Cheeseburgers / The Tale of the Cursed Meal but mostly because it became a series and I had fun keeping the same structure in the title. I also love in the Dust of Dragons though I forgot who came up with it (me? Christina? Who knows).

I could list many other titles I like tbh, but I couldn't pick a favourite. They all do their job!

10. What work was the quickest to write?

All my fics under 1500 words were written directly on Tumblr, so they took me one or two hours at most. I wrote can't stop the feline and Rodents of Unusual Size in one go too, because they were birthday gifts and I wrote both of them on the day I had to post them (well, I actually wrote the fic for Kati 2 days after her birthday...). The Tale of the Cursed Meal was also pretty quick to write - it took at least 3 days but I remember intense, quick writing sessions.

But I think the gold medal goes to the first 40k of where I belong. I was on a roll, I wrote half of it in a week hitting 7k in a day at some point. It was intense. Definitely my biggest accomplishment because I can rarely stay focused on a WIP for so long (the fact that I haven't been able to write the last 5 chapters yet proves it hahaha).

I'm also proud of The Vampire and the Boy in the Tower. The chapters are short and I'm not updating daily but it's an interesting challenge and it forces me to be quick.

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

This is both easy and hard to quantify. If we ignore the doc where I list all of my ideas and simply consider the folder where I keep the "started" WIPs (started can mean they are more or less outlined, or that I started them and abandoned them after 600 words, or that I wrote chapters and then moved on), I currently have around 80 documents. But if we count the things I really want to write at the moment... I've definitely lost interest in many of them. (But not to the point of giving them up!) I need to finish the WIPs I've already started posting, for sure. One at a time. (While also starting new WIPs or I wouldn't be me.)

from this list of asks

#maybe i should stop doing these ask games since my answers are always i dont know or i cant decide hahaha

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solnishkawrites · 2 years

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Since you asked about mine, do you wanna tell us about any COD-related projects that you've been working on lately? o0o (I know I know most of them already I just wanna hear it again :3)

AAAAAAHHHHH thank you for asking!

For starters, there's If I Wake Before I Die, which is my Ghost/Roach/OFC polycule fic. I notice that I tend to write this fic in fits and starts? I'll slam out 8,000-ish words in a week, and then the fic will lie dormant for approximately a year, and then the cycle will repeat. This makes me just as (un)happy as it makes my handful of readers, but I don't know how to break the cycle :'(

I usually don't ship Makayuri, but I'm starting to like it under very specific circumstances (because of you!), so I'm writing a Russian Folktale Makayuri AU called "Yuri and the Firebird." I'm still in the outlining stage, however, so I don't have much to really say that isn't a spoiler. I can offer some research materials I'm interested in:

The Russian Folktale by Vladimir Propp (2012)

multiple collections of Russian folktales, originally collected and recorded in the 19th century by Alexander Afanasyev and translated by various Westerners. (Interestingly, Afanasyev collected almost 600 folktales during his lifetime, but most translations of his work contain less than 200 of them).

#mikk1n #fanfiction #cod: modern warfare 3 #makayuri

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shig-a-shig-ah · 2 years

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Hey Ghuleh! I love your writing so much ♥️ I was wondering if you ever feel like you're writing at a snail's pace; spending hours writing but only ending up with smth like 600 words? And if you do experience that, how do you overcome it? Thank youu 🙌 xx

Oh man, I might be the worst person to ask about this because I’m a slow fucking writer, but I can try and help.

First step is to figure what’s making it slow-going. Are you editing as you write, and thus taking a long time to perfect every sentence/paragraph/whatever as you go? Are you just spending a long time staring at a blank page trying to figure out what’s going to happen next? Are you just easily distracted?

I struggle with a combination of all of those things to be honest, and while I know the advice is generally to not edit as you write, I’ve found that writing a shitty rough draft and then editing a ton isn’t actually faster for me than just editing as I go. (Though the caveat here is that I do edit a fuckton in general. I read through and edit every one-shot or chapter I post probably ten times minimum, and if it’s a chapter of Bad Ideas or a more substantive fic with some emotional component or whatever—i.e. not just pure smut—that’ll usually include at least a little reorganizing or rewriting.) So, personally I have just expected that I’m probably going to spend 15-20 hours on anything over 3k words in order to get it where I want it to be. Usually each of my writing sessions involves rereading and editing what I’ve already written, and then adding some to it, so honestly I can spend an hour writing and only add a paragraph or two to what I already had, but what’s already there also gets better each time. (The downside is that if I’m not careful, the beginning/middle will be more polished than the end lmao.)

If you’re struggling to know where to go next, though, then outlining can help, and honestly sometimes if I’m stuck on a specific part of what I’m trying to write I will go sit in the shower and try and problem-solve, like literally having a little conversation with myself about what’s not working that has me stuck and what the solutions might be. Not too proud to admit that this sometimes involves acting out dialogue to try and get a really clear idea of what needs to end up on the page, lol.

And if you’re easily distracted obviously you can try some standard stuff like installing a blocker for certain sites or putting your phone in another room, but another thing I think is really helpful is just to figure out when you’re best able to focus. Knowing your ‘peak hours’ is really helpful for maximizing any kind of efficiency—I’m a morning person and write SO much faster in the morning than if I’m trying to work on something at night. So I think having a brain that is fresh and ready to go is clutch, honestly.

Anyway, that’s my general thoughts. If you have specific struggles then I’m happy to weigh in more too but I think this is the most general advice I have.

#don’t forget to like and subscribe for more writing tips!#lol #ghuleh.answers

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fictionalurl · 11 months

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in the knitting community there is a distinction between wips (something you're actively working on) and ufos (unfinished objects, something is unfinished but in hibernation), and i think fic writers should adopt this distinction as well – @bylambd on twitter

oh god.

just for fun, a list of most of my started-but-unfinished works just so you can see exactly how bad I have this. (outlines and notes do not count; words must be down on page)

guild wars 2: – sugarplums: 6800 words, maybe 1/3 done

original work: – untitled princess fic: 6000 words, maybe 1/5 done or less – camp avana: 74800 words, maybe 1/3 done – see the thorn twist in your side: 14000 words, almost done

see the thorn twist in your side (yeah, fanfic of my own WIP): – 7 day x 7 sentence prompt fic: 400 words, exactly 1/7 done

original work... but it's sexy: – untitled romance/erotica hybrid: 16600 words, maybe 1/2 done – [all details redacted for your safety]: 26000 words, maybe 2/3 done – (I have 4-5 other small things in here of like 1.5k each maybe)

supergirl: – untitled sequel to "a heart already fond enough": 120 words, barely started – one of us is a superhero: 2700 words, almost done – the one person she can't save: 600 words, arguably finished – like she can read her mind: 0 words but the outline is fantastic – assistant to the CEO: 5800 words, no idea how long this would be if finished? – no place like penthouse: 20500 words, almost done – hunger: 5000 words, maybe 1/2 done

glee: – untitled faberry fic: 3300 words, maybe 1/3 done

detroit: become human – untitled Hank-pov fic: 4000 words, maybe 1/3 done – untitled Connor-pov fic: 1200 words, arguably finished – untitled Chloe-pov fic: 5600 words, maybe 1/3 done – untitled Alice-pov fic: 3900 words, maybe 1/3 done – untitled Todd-pov monstrosity: 800 words, maybe 1/2 done – ???: 700 words, ???

apparently that puts me at over 200k words of unfinished fiction, which... is certainly a number.

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redrocketpanda · 11 months

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psst

The terusumu fic (affectionaly nicknamed the Miya Atsumu Humiliation Show) is so close to being done. We now have a 600 word outline for the sex scene and i'm hoping to bring you the most ridiculous (yet hot) fratboy terushima/atsumu smut I can muster

Now I just gotta write it, throw together the ending (already outlined), tidy it up and it's done??

#fr i'm so excited to share this with you all #even if it really is just gonna be me and my 3 mutuals who are here for it #terusumu is a pair that actually deserves more airtime bc they're HILARIOUS #terusumu #terushima yuuji #terushima #miya atsumu #atsumu #hq #haikyuu #atsumu really goes just get clowned the entire time and i live for it

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gaylicense · 2 years

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Sending you slonkspiration today!

Thank u my beloved

#asks #anonymous #slonk anon #this fic is easily gonna be like 10k words. just so u know.#the first scene is barely half way finished and it’s over 1.7k. and I already started the second one and it’s at like 600+#i have NO plan. no outline. just slonk.

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heavenlyholland · 3 years

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'“i love you.” / “i love you, more.” / “no, you don't.” / “yes, i do.'” with tom pls!! :”)

a/n: this is from my 600 celebration (now closed) & i just got around to writing this after being in a little stump, so sorry for the delay !!! but i hope you like this <3

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pairing: tom holland x reader | word count: 1.9k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“You almost ready to go?” Tom called out as he walks into your shared bedroom, scanning the room before spotting where you stood opposite of the full length mirror that was hung up on the wall.

Walking over to you, Tom comes up behind you, instinctively wrapping his arms around your waist over top of the fabric of your dress that covered your figure, resting his chin on your exposed shoulder as he watches you put on your second earring.

“Yeah, I just gotta finish this,” you said quietly, reaching for your necklace that hung from its stand on your dresser. As you were bringing your hand back to unhook the piece of jewelry, Tom’s hand lightly landed on your forearm, stopping your actions. You looked up at him through the mirror, slightly raising your eyebrows at him, making lines form on your forehead as you silently questioned him.

“Let me.” He mumbled against your cheek as he placed a delicate kiss on your skin. You don’t respond, but let him take the chain and unhook it, bringing it up to your neck. As he lets it lay on your chest, you watch him through the mirror as he focuses intensely on clipping the hook around the one latch of your necklace. You watched his furrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes as he let his tongue out onto his bottom lip as he concentrated. Once he finally gets it, he lets go and lets the jewelry lay on your chest, and he not so subtly glances down to your breasts, smirking at you as his cheeks slowly form a pink tint when he realizes you saw his every move. With his right hand resting on your shoulder, you bring your own hand up to your shoulder and lay yours on top of his, giving it a quick squeeze as a silent ‘thank you’.

You turned around to face him, meeting his eyes and press a relaxed and sloppy, but loving kiss to lips and as you break apart you watch another sly grin wash over his face.

You brought your hands up to the collar of Tom’s navy blue shirt, straightening it out so that it laid perfectly against the rest of the soft fabric. You smoothed down his shirt, unravelling the bumps as your hands travelled over his shoulders, feeling his biceps protrude through the shirt, making the fabric tighten around his skin, and down his front, feeling the outline of his prominent abs through his soft shirt. You pay close attention, making sure you didn’t miss a single spot while also trying not to distract yourself with his god-like body, that unfortunately was hidden- much to your dismay. As Tom watched you with pure admiration in his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his beautiful girlfriend, tending to him and making sure he looked his best, without even having to ask you. When you finished, and lightly pulled on the bottom of his shirt, letting him know you were done- you earned yet another loving kiss against your lips.

Tom had been away for the past month, gone away filming reshoots for one of his upcoming projects, and like any other time Tom arrived back home, his family planned a get together, not only to welcome Tom back, but to catch up with one another. It wasn’t that Tom was the only thing bringing the family together, but with busy schedules and other plans, sometimes time just slipped away, giving the family and plus ones no time to sit down and enjoy the moment with each other.

With Tom travelling to Spain for the filming of his project, you definitely did appreciate the time he spent away, because of how loving and needy he got towards you when he got home- and the tan that had set in on his skin, making him look even more jaw-dropping than he already was. No matter the location of where he travelled, or however long he was gone, Tom was still the same amount of clingy. With him practically attached to you by the hip, you didn’t think he could get any closer. Random kisses every minute, always having his hands on you when he had the chance, you always cooed at how affectionate he got, and it truly made you realise how both of you were so in love with each other.

Tom’s family had planned for a barbeque for the evening, with a fire, drinks and games- no different than any other time together, and you always loved visiting his family. Although Tom and you had been dating for quite some time now, his parents and brothers never failed to make you feel like a part of their family, and when you got to thinking, your heart ached at the thought of such domestic love from your boyfriend’s loved ones.

The drive to his childhood home wasn’t long, the conversations held between Tom and you about whatever was on each of your minds, distracted you so that time went by quicker, making the half an hour drive feel like only fifteen minutes. Tom pulled up beside the curb in front of his parents’ home in his black SUV, putting the gears into park and turning the car off.

Tom jumps out of the driver’s side, quickly jogging around the the back of the car and opening the hatch of the trunk to pull out your contribution to the barbecue which consisted of your famous apple pie for dessert.

You step out of the passenger seat, watching your footing as you stepped out onto the pavement in your tan coloured sandals. Once standing on the sidewalk and closing the car door, you pull down your dark, navy blue dress down, as it had rode up your legs from sitting. When Tom comes around from the back of the car, your pie in his hands, you wrap your arm around his bicep, following him up the walkway to his parents’ home.

Knowing that the door would be unlocked, Tom quickly knocks with his free hand, opening the door and walking in after a second. Immediately you’re welcomed to the smell of candles burning, drinks being poured and the sound of the TV playing the current football match between England and an opposing team.

“We’re here!” Tom called out, sliding his shoes off. You let go of his arm, taking off your own shoes and grabbing Tom’s to slide them under the rack that was filled with the many others. You follow him into the house, turning the corner to be welcomed by the boys of the family, plus Harrison, all sitting on the furniture placed in the living room, focused on the intense game.

They look around, happy and excited expressions washing over all of their faces as they realize Tom and you had arrived. They all stood up, walking over to greet the two of you as the TV turned to commercial break during intermission, and you quickly grab your dessert from Tom’s hands to let him catch up with the boys. You walk through the other archway in the living room, that led to the kitchen, where you saw Nikki and the other girlfriends of Tom’s brothers and Harrison, all spread around the kitchen island, wine glasses in each of their hands.

They look in your direction, seeing you walk in, and instantly place their glasses down to greet you.

“y/n! It’s so nice to see you again, dear!” Nikki exclaimed as she walked over to you with open arms. “Here, let me take this for you. I’ll put it away until dinner time.” She said, grabbing the glass container from you, and bringing it over to the counter.

Gracie then walks over to you, pulling you into a hug, squeezing slightly as you hugged each other. The two of you naturally had gotten close over the time each of you had been dating Tom and Harrison, so much that you would casually go out without the two boys when you both were free.

“I’ve missed you so much! How have you been?” Gracie smiled, walking back over to the island and sitting on the barstool. You follow her, standing at the end of the quartz counter, leaning your hip against the hard surface.

“I’ve been good! Busy with work for the most part, but also trying to enjoy summer.” You smiled. You began conversing amongst each other, Sam’s girlfriend joining in as Nikki silently handed you a glass of wine. You smile at her and nod your head as a ‘thank you’, before turning back to listen in on the story Gracie had been telling you about.

You introduced yourself to Sam’s girlfriend, as he had gotten into a relationship within the time you had last seen him to now. And casually catch up with all of the girls while the boys are still focused on the TV and talking with Tom about his adventures of filming.

Once the game was over, the males in the house all made their way into the kitchen, refreshing their drinks and grabbing more beer. After Harry had passed Tom a bottle, he thanked his brother and walked over to where you stood, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning in close to you. He plants a kiss on your cheek, making his Mum smile at Tom and you.

“How’s my girl?” Tom asked lowly, loud enough for just you to hear. It had been just over an hour since you had arrived, and the time had slipped from your fingers, too distracted by catching up with the women of the family to notice the time.

You hummed, “‘m good, nice to catch up with your Mum and the girls. Sam’s girlfriend is really nice.” You slightly mumbled, leaning on Tom’s shoulder. He nodded his head as he caressed your side with his hand, rubbing up and down your dress.

“I love you.” Tom mumbled into the skin of your collarbone, planting yet another wet kiss.

You reached your hand up to run your fingers through his thick, soft brunette curls, “I love you more.” Tom stood up straight, his eyes meeting yours, his famous smile shining and a tint rising upon his cheeks.

“No, you don’t.” Tom insisted, giving you another peck for your lips. As your lips connected with his, you tasted the remnants from his beer, letting you know you most likely would be staying the night to be safe.

You let out a laugh, throwing you head back before meeting Tom’s gaze again, and bringing your hand up to his jaw, caressing it slightly as Tom’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer to his front so that you were flat up against his chest. He leans down, yet again, to connect your lips with his, this time kissing you with more passion, Tom’s hands finding your hips and squeezing them lightly.

“Okay, love birds, we get it. You’re early to your honeymoon phase.” You heard Harry call out, making Tom and you pull away from each other, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“What? Missed my girlfriend, that’s all.” Tom said slyly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug.

You only laugh and look over to your lovely and affectionate boyfriend, thinking about how lucky you got with this one, enough to constantly make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world, and everything surrounding didn’t exist.

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