#5k to 10k words

[silverdragonreads]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: James Bond, Q (Bond - Craig movies), Eve Moneypenny, Bill Tanner, M | Gareth Mallory, Madeleine Swann Additional Tags: SPECTRE Fix-It, Alternate Ending - SPECTRE, Romance, Getting Together, First Kiss Summary:

He blinked, “Oh,” Bond didn’t seem particularly upset, though that didn’t mean anything really, “I’m sorry,” he offered.

The blond gave him a half smile, “Don’t be. I’m not ready for retirement and retirement definitely isn’t ready for me.”

#fics read in 2023 #00q #james bond #5k to 10k words #rrdbl

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

[kkshowtunes]

google citing ao3 as a source is so unhinged

#dowak #bi rodrick heffley #ao3 #fanfiction #doodlebug says things #banger #super banger #banger banger hall of famer #banger 5k #banger 10k #banger 15k #banger 20k #banger 25k #banger 30k #banger 35k #banger 40k #banger 45k #banger 50k #banger 55k #banger 60k #banger 65k #banger 70k #banger 75k #banger 80k #guys this breached containment #i always wanted a popular post but now i get it i’m overwhelmed #also i misspelled a word in it #what is going on ‼️‼️🔥🔥 #jk guys never stop reblogging this #may rodrick heffley bisexualism reign supreme

[sewercentipede]

honor thy mother and thy father

#ancestrally speaking #drugs #words #up #1k #5k #10k #20k

[fagdykepearlescentmoon]

neither a morning or night person but a secret third thing (always tired)

#eepyposting #just saying words #eepy #1k #5k #10k

[morepeachyogurt]

chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’

#chen chen #when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities #poetry #poems #quotes #exerpts #words #1k #5k #10k #15k #30k

[disableddyke]

abled people will act so shocked when you tell them “actually yes, it DOES hurt when you make jokes at my expense or make fun of my disability” like hon. did you think i was just gonna laugh along with you when you were making fun of my brain fog and inability to speak properly?

#they’ll literally just obsess over all the ways you misspoke and be like ‘lol you forgot a simple word’ #i’ll break ur kneecaps #text post #disability #disabled #ableism #5k #10k #15k #greatest hits

[inkedmyths]

One of the hard parts about being a writer with a vivid imagination is that there are So Many Ideas, and they fall into so many categories, such as

Fics I want to write

Fics I want to read

There is just One Scene and I could write it but it would be waaaay more cool if I had all the build up to the scene but unfortunately. I can only figure out the Scene

I keep changing my mind. Where am I going with this

This has been done a million times before. But. Hear me out

I will 100% Never Write This. This is just my Emotional Support Idea no one can ever know about bc it makes sense only to me

Would be better as a comic...

This will be my magnum opus if I can just get my 50 pages of ideas into a coherent narrative

All I have are vibes

And, of course

WIP I started and haven't updated in 2 years and oh god its beEN TWO YEARS???

#ink thinks #also its sooo much easier to just. think the words and places than it is to put them onto paper #i cannot figure out why it just is #fic writing #or trying to #goddamn man #1k #5k #10k

[eljayetc]

#collage #collage art #queer artist #dreams #quotes #self esteem #arts and crafts with lee #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k #10k #if you know the poem plz lmk #I lost the poets name #not my words

[somefanficrecomendations]

Tim Drake-Centric Fic Recs

Your Honor, he’s just a little guy. My client can’t be charged with murder! He was just being silly!

16 november 1581 by DairyFarmer (gen), 8k, Protective!Bruce, Angst Bruce blacked out. He wasn’t sure what happened after those words left Jack’s mouth. All he knew was that the next thing he remembered was being pulled off of Jack Drake by several police officers. ---- Tim goes missing and there were times that Bruce wished he wasn’t such a good detective.

The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne by theskeptileptic (gen), 25k, Tim Joins the Batfamily Early Tim is an independent, clever, and super mature eleven-year-old. Unfortunately, his dopey neighbor, Bruce, can’t seem to understand that. When he decides to disappear on a “solo camping trip” and run away to Canada, he figures it’s the perfect plan that will make everybody happy. He didn’t expect the Waynes would tag along with him and ruin everything.

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans by Lilac_hyacinth (Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd), 6k, Hurt/Comfort That was a blatant lie. Dana had seen a handful of Tim’s landscape shots a few weeks ago. Jack might’ve spotted the ones she’d pinned to the fridge. Bruce saw plenty, if crime scene photos counted. But Tim’s favorites? His civilian-friendly favorites, the ones behind him? This was the first time anyone beside himself had seen them. And Jack wasn’t there. Or Tim's alone at another school event, Bernard helps.

Cryp-Tim by PrinceJakeFireCake (Tim Drake/Kon-El), 6k, Fluffy, Cryptid Tim The cons of dating Tim Drake were innumerous. For one, he was almost impossible to photograph, and so none of Kon’s friends at school actually believed he existed. His family was scary, horrifying really, and all of them seemed to find joy in making Tim regret ever being born. And Tim had charmed Ma and Pa Kent so thoroughly, they had ditched their shovel talk to instead coo at him and offer him pie and compliment him for fixing their tractor, so Kon was at a disadvantage when it came to intimidating someone with his family. Kon and Tim date. It goes pretty well, all things considered.

A Worthy Father by Crowlows19 (gen), 3k, Fluff and Angst Jack Drake forces his son to give up being Robin. He could never have predicted the consequences of parenting a Robin-less Tim Drake. He may never sleep again and Bruce Wayne certainly has no sympathy for him.

all you wanna do by jcp_sob_rjl_lmep (gen), 1k, Fluff, Video Game Sexualization Tim. Timothy. You are a superhero, sweetheart.” “And now I can be one in a video game.” When the character screen loaded, the room was silent for several seconds as both found themselves disgusted with the options. “Do they not realize that women have organs.” Bruce frowned. “And while I personally don’t have breasts, I’m aware enough to know that they don’t look like that all of the time.”

it's a beautiful day by MashpotatoeQueen (Tim Drake/Kon-El), 2k, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Tim and Kon are getting married, Bruce is an utter sap, and there is a father-son dance.

#Tim Drake fic rec #Batfam fic rec #Tim Drake #Batfam #Bruce Wayne #timkon #timbern #jack drake is a bad parent #fluff #angst #words: 0-5k #words: 5-10k #words: 20k #fic #complete

[laylajeffany]

Between healing bees and Wednesday identifying her sexuality in a clinical setting, Enid can not prepare for what's next in her new life.

#wednesday 2022 #fanfic update #wenclair #au #author has once again managed to surpass her self-imposed word count by nearly 5k #I don't know how people write chapters in a multichap fic less than 10k I simply don't - how do you character develop #when i tell you this plot has literally nothing to do with the original outline anymore 😭 it was only supposed to be 10 chapters #idk how long it's going to be anymore #but the good news is I have figured out how to manage writing multiple stories at once so we'll be alright 🫶🏻 #the black menagerie

[silverdragonreads]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Skyfall (2012) - Fandom, James Bond (Movies), James Bond - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond) Additional Tags: Amnesia, Retrograde Amnesia, Character Study, Memory Loss, Mild Sexual Content, Angst, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Sexuality, Sexuality Crisis Summary:

Bond has lost his memory. Q has lost his love.

"What have I forgotten?” Bond asked; Q watched him, trying to find the James he knew.

“Nothing that you won’t work out on your own, if it’s really important,” Q said carefully, before returning every fraction of his attention to the computer in front of him.

#fics read in 2023 #00q #james bond #5k to 10k words #the painnnnn

[irenespring]

May try to break my writer's block for Serious Writing by writing some pointless domestic fluff nonsense of House and Wilson watching Selling Sunset because the show is delightfully insane, we know canonically House watches reality TV, and they would both have thoughts.

#house md #hatecrimes md #fanfiction #hilson #selling sunset #reality tv #Perhaps I will finally write a fanfic under 5k words #Knowing me instead of being 2k of fluff it will end up being 10k of analyzing workplace relationships #Because every time I set out to write something short it ends up crazy #The whole research series was supposed to be like 3k of Wilson analysis #And here we are

[bookwyrminspiration]

listen i know last year I said I was going for 10-15k with my secret Santa and then it wasn’t, but I swear I think I can actually do it this time. maybe

#quil’s unholy underworld #we’re at 10k right now #it is. maybe possible to wrap everything up in another 5k words #possibly #i sure hope so three days is not a lot of time for more #PLUS need to finish the flats and shade my art piece #but i have a couple extra days for that I think #they’re not due till the 1st…? #so I’ll finish this by the 30th then the drawing the days after that #it’ll all be fine it’s fine #it’s good we’re good

[bloodydeanwinchester]

why is writing so hard and slow for me whyyyy can't it just go fast. it takes me hours just to write like 1.5k words

#man i wish i was the type of person who could write like 5k in a day that would be sooooooo nice #also whyyy did i have to make my chapters soooooo long. 10k is like a lot of words to write actually

[butmakeitgayblog]

Can we get a snippet of whatever you are writing for #MBFW? Kind of missing my favorite two idiots.

Aight this completely unedited, literally just copy and pasted from the doc without looking it over so excuse any mess ups 😬

Snippet from their first time

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The hallway smelled of stale perfume and mildew with just a hint of old, teenage sweat. The air thick with hormones and heisted dining hall treasures left forgotten and traces of lingering academic regret. The carpet muffled the thuds of their footsteps as they took their sweet tipsy time, winding away from the communal clump of rooms toward the block of private singles on the other side.

Lexa wondered if it was the alcohol flowing through her veins that altered her brain power, or if the kiss that still sat heavy on her lips was entirely to blame. She ran her tongue along her teeth, ground it against the ridged roof of her mouth in a nervous tick, still tasting hints of cherry vodka mixed with the sweetness of her best friend's lips.

The strum and thump of base grew distant, swelled and died along with the few snickered cheers at their departure. The fingers lazily twined with her own gave a little squeeze when they pulled even with a now familiar door. She'd been wet for hours. Biting her lip and digging her nails in just too hard for comfort, anything to just to keep her composure while surrounded by the chatter of upperclassmen. Bodies pressed tight in a sea of sweaty bodies, moving to the base of unknown songs as she'd held Clarke close. Ass grinding into the cradle of her hips. Lips ghosting lines along her neck

She'll wonder for years if she looked as dopey as she felt, smiling so brightly, so gently in the dimmed light of that dorm corridor. But it didn't matter. Not when blue eyes glanced at her with such heat over the bend of a bare shoulder. 

Blood rushed hot in Lexa's veins when they pulled to a stop just outside Clarke's door. The alcohol and perfume and sweat from too many wasted touches as they'd grinded rather obscenely on the makeshift dance floor left Lexa feeling greedy. Hungry for more. 

She crowded into Clarke's space, pushing her hips firm against the curve of Clarke's ass. Felt Clarke's shudder as she smoothed her palms over her waist, over her ribs, caressed the softness of her belly and down. 

Fingers skating over the button and zip, they nearly collapsed against the door, moan echoing moan when Lexa found the seam of tight jeans and cupped the heat between Clarke's legs. 

She grinned at the buck of Clarke's hips, both writhing with each grind against her palm as Lexa rubbed at the wetness hidden beneath tight jeans that let her strokes move so easily. Her other hand slipped up Clarke's ribs and cupped the generous curve of her breast, her arms around Clarke's waist the only thing keeping them up. 

Clarke's head fell with a thunk against her door as she covered the hand on her breast and squeezed. "Fuck, Lex."

"I'm trying, love."

Her words, whispered hot into the skin of Clarke's neck, earned her a delicious little whimper.

Clarke unlocked the door with an impatient grunt and shoved it wide, stumbling out of Lexa's hold just long enough to whip around and reach for her again. To find Lexa's hands and pull her closer. Palm to palm, fingers laced, and a spark of fire in blue eyes.

"You coming?" Clarke asked in a teasing hush, using her grip to sway Lexa into her till their chests brushed.

Lexa gave a whiskey-laced nod.

If she had her way, there wasn't a prayer's chance in hell they would be doing anything else.

She let herself be pulled over the threshold. Barely noticed when the door was kicked closed behind her with a rather inconsiderate slam. Couldn't be bothered to take in one single thing other than her friend, this siren, beckoning her forward to a most pleasurable kind of death. Her heart raced as she matched every one of Clarke's slinking steps across the dorm room. Stalking her. Crowding Clarke toward the bed she'd spent hours lounged across pretending to study, sneaking glances and too-intimate touches that never felt like enough, while dreaming of this exact moment.

Her stomach swooped at the look of hunger that darkened such warm and inviting blue. Faces so close she felt each fan of Clarke's breath, so close all it would take was a lift of Lexa's chin to make the charged energy of the spell break. 

It didn't feel strange to blindly sneak her fingers under the soft cotton of Clarke's shirt. To find the fiery warmth of skin that laid below. It didn't feel strange to match Clarke's pleased sigh when she obediently raised her arms, letting Lexa pull the shirt over her head in a cascade of blonde that stuck wild and frizzed in the aftermath. 

It felt right. 

With how easy it all was. 

To be touching her friend so intimately. To feel how easily they could shift from serious to giggling with just a look as Lexa reached out and tucked back a few particularly wild curls. 

Half-drunk laughs bounced off paper-thin walls between the heat of deep, breathy kisses. Clarke wrenched Lexa's shirt off far less gently, tossing it aside without a care before reeling them back together in a clash of skin. 

It felt right to take a moment when their legs hit the bed to kiss her. To let their smiles fall away as Lexa pressed close. Flush against the heated skin of Clarke's body. Belly to belly. Breast to breast, feeling the hard peaks of Clarke's nipples against her own through her bra.

Fingers found the sweat dampened curls that clung along her neck and tugged Lexa into a slower, languid kiss. And Lexa really didn't understand how she had managed these few weeks since they'd met. Of not letting herself kiss her best friend. She couldn't fathom how she'd survived without it, how'd she'd just let herself walk away time and again. Couldn't begin to imagine ever going back to days of not having Clarke, exactly like this…

She settled in Clarke's lap, the tired springs from the surely used-and-abused mattress groaning under their weight as she straddled jean-clad thighs. It felt powerful in that moment, rising up on her knees and feeling the stretch of Clarke's neck as she reached to follow. It felt powerful leaning over her. Seeing such yearning just for her. Leaning down to recapture those perfectly kiss-sheened lips.

Hands slipped up her spine in drags of fingertips and tickling nails as teeth raked over her bottom lip, moaning at the soothing caress of satin tongue that followed. Her hips jerked with a pulse of arousal that pounded hot between her thighs, nodding in a hurry when Clarke clipped Lexa's bra free and followed with her own. Arms twisting and fumbling in the rush to rid themselves of any barriers left until they were bare. Leaving them open to wandering eyes and hands, each hissing in pleasured relief at the soft crush of their breasts. 

The groaned sound of Clarke's, "Fuck, I need you," nearly burned Lexa alive.

They pulled back just far enough to gulp down a lungful of air, each still grasping at any bit of skin within reach to keep them close. 

"What do you like?" Clarke panted in lust-laden breaths between nips along Lexa's chin, sucking marks Lexa knew she'd pretend to be mad about later as fingers dipped below the waistline of her jeans.

Lost in the feel of hands greedily palming her ass, all Lexa could manage is a strangled, "I don't know."

"Fingers or tongue, babe."

"Either. Just— Whatever you want."

"No, beautiful. I wanna hear you tell me how to how to make you come."

Lexa bit her lip with whimper. "I don't know, just anything. Whatever you want, love. I trust you."

The lips against her collarbones kissed to a devastatingly slow stop.

"Lex... Have you done this before?"

Even in the haze of just how fucking turned on she was and, god, how good Clarke's teeth, lips and tongue felt dragging across her skin, Lexa heard the muffled question against her skin and felt every muscle in her body tense. 

"Um," she croaked around the desert lodged in her throat, weighing her answer before settling on the truth. "... No." 

It really shouldn't have felt like a revelation at all because she'd been honest with Clarke, with only Clarke, about her upbringing and the years spent mostly in solitude. Hiding these particular pieces of herself away in the shadows of her small town.

But still, it'd become a habit in the weeks leading up to this moment. To skirt around the topic of exes and intimacy, to along the grey areas between insulation and outright lying about all things Lexa wasn't entirely well versed in. 

Beyond theory, that is. 

She wasn't ashamed to admit it, despite the distinct sudden grip of her fingers on Clarke's shoulders, because she knew the fundamentals backwards and front (quite literally). Had considered herself a walking lesbian encyclopedia since the ripe old age of sixteen, and could rattle off every position and erogenous zone with an ease that she was convinced would put her high school sex ed teacher to shame. 

The problem was, embarrassingly, she'd never actually quite gotten around to put all her hard earned knowledge into action. Not with her grandfather and not with balancing her schoolwork and jobs, and she certainly hadn't dared to slip one toe out of line (much less a finger) when accepting the hospitality of those who'd let her crash on their couch for a few days. 

So it really shouldn't have been an surprise. 

And yet she prepared herself for a stutter of hands all the same. She scrunched her eyes shut to block out the devastation that would come of any judgmental looks when Clarke inevitably pulled back and pushed her away. 

Her stomach dropped at the thought of her friend's incredulous look of surprise and dismay.

But… it never came.

In the rather scant amount of time that had seemed to stretch on for miles within the confines of Lexa's own mind, the hot mouth working against her skin had trailed up her neck in a line of lingering kisses to wrap around her earlobe and suck. 

She felt the sting of Clarke's smile and the bite of her grin. Felt as much as heard Clarke husk in a voice made of pure sex and smoke against her ear, "Don't worry, baby. I'll show you."

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#anon #MBFW #Clexa #it gets pretty filthy after that #but then there's afterglow #and a snack #and stuff that'll recur in the fic because Andi Likes To Hurt Her Own Feelings 🙂 #sorry it's taking so long for everything i know it sucks waiting #i appreciate the patience and the kindness of sticking with me #just been a lot of days of feeling terrible plus doctors appointments and tests #but i am working and moving things along i promise #medusa has like 20k professor au has like 10k this has like 5k and ths main fic has like 3k words #so there's stuff on the horizon i promise