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This sounds like so much fun!

Join us for

(:( NONG NAO'S HOLIDAY COUNTDOWN):)

Nine days of Bad Buddy festivity, starting from:

Pat-Got-Shot-iversary (24/12/24) to OMG-It's-2025?! (01/01/25)

We're asking the Bad Buddy fandom to chip in by submitting a fanfic (100 words or more), fanart, gifset, podfic or fan work of your choice based on the theme of: 'Holidays'.

Interpret the theme however you want! Whether it's Christmas (concert angst anyone?), New Years (bubbles, glitter and giggles, perhaps?), vacations (fab four family fun?) or anything else that comes to mind...

Each day, a new work (or works) will be revealed on AO3, counting us down to the New Year!

If you'd like to be a part of our holiday countdown, you can sign up to participate via the google sheet below and you’ll be messaged with more details:

Even if you're not able to join in this time, please reblog this to pass the message on to other fandom peeps!

Tagging a few people just to help with reach:

@grapejuicegay @incandescentflower @galauvant @lurkingteapot @lurkingshan

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Fanfiction Taught Me 90% of What I Know About Writing

That’s the gods honest truth. And I’m saying that as someone who has a literal college degree in writing.

I took SO MANY writing classes in college. All genres. Creative. Playwriting. Screenwriting. Editorial. Journalistic. Business. Technical. I’ve been writing since I could hold a pencil correctly, and really started to pursue it in 2nd grade when every teacher following gushed about my writing skills. I can confidently say I’ve been honing my craft for over two decades.

However, I didn’t really git gud at writing until I started really writing fanfiction. Like, joining a fandom and actively writing an ongoing fic for it.

Again, I’d taken years upon years of writing classes. I learned story structure, grammar, theming, POVs, tone, etc. all throughout school. I learned how to receive feedback and edit my work a little more down the road. I learned from professionals in the field. I worked with mentors.

However, none of that helped my skyrocket my skills like writing fanfiction did.

Fanfiction taught me how to actually write deep, nuanced, and compelling characters. I never once filled out a 200-question character sheet for any character I wrote on some silly school assignment. I never knew how to really know my characters until I was writing OCs for a fandom.

Fanfiction taught me the value of being concise. My schooling had drilled the concept of long, purple prose into me over time and in writing for a fandom for a children’s game, I unlearned that real quick.

Fanfiction really taught me the concept of “show, don’t tell.” I never really knew what a penchant I had for info dumping until somebody pointed out to me most of my headcanon’d lore drops happened in exposition and not in action.

Fanfiction taught me how to worldbuild. Eating the canon of my preferred fandom gave me a lot of time to strengthen my chops while I came up with my own answers to canon lore I hated.

Fanfiction taught me consistency. In school, I mostly wrote short stories. I hadn’t really bitten off a longer project until I started writing a longfic, and in doing so, I learned how to keep my characters, plot, and world consistent for a prolonged period of chapters.

Fanfiction gave me a close-knit community to consistently bounce my ideas off of, and give me feedback that actually served me in terms of bettering my skills and the story I was writing. Not just for the sake of meeting the measures of a grade or rubric given by a teacher.

I could go on and on, but tl;dr, I owe my current skillset and understanding of writing to writing fic. I wouldn’t be at the level I am without it. Honestly, I wouldn’t even be writing my current WIP without it.

So, to anyone who might have told you that fanfic is a waste of time, they are just objectively wrong. And if you’re reading this thinking for yourself that fanfic is a waste of time, well, you’re stupid and also objectively wrong :>

Fanfiction is valuable. Don’t underestimate it.

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"show, don’t tell" is great advice until you’re three pages into describing the weather. sometimes, just tell me it’s raining.

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storyteller saturday!

I remember when this was a big thing on writeblr, but it seems to have died down a lot so

reblog this post if you'd like STS asks about your story and characters! send an ask back to the people who send an ask to you.... and look through the notes and pick some people to send asks to as well!

you can ask anything you like! how someone came up with their ideas, how their characters would fare in a haunted house, what kinds of symbolism is present in their work... get creative! get silly if you'd like!

I'll be reblogging this post every saturday and sending out asks to people who share it :]

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Writing is like telling a secret to the page. You sit down, and it’s just you and the words, no one to judge, no one to interrupt. It doesn’t matter if it’s messy or if you don’t know where it’s going, most of the time, you won’t. But that’s the thing about writing, you don’t need to know. You just start, and somewhere in the middle of the mess, something true comes out. Maybe it’s not what you thought you wanted to say, but it’s real, and that’s the point.

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Imagine you're opening AO3 and search for a fic. Imagine you're finding one that fits all your criterias. Imagine it has the perfect length. Imagine getting lost in the story and feeling almost high when it's over. Imagine looking up the author and they have written. so. many. more. fics. exactly. like. that. Imagine.

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25 "I'm in love with you and I'm scared to lose you" prompts!

(feel free to use!!! plsplspls tag me I'd love to readd. especially 3, 9, 11, 14, 19 and 24 ahhh<33 | @urfriendlywriter )

"can i.. hold your hand?"

"i trust you, [name]." ✿

"i come offering hugs :) a lott of hugs"

"i feel stupid, why do u make me grin like a spineless fool whenever i am around you?" >\\\<

them staring at you from across the room and getting flustered when u stare at them back <AAAAAH3

"I'll live for you, love."

"I'll love you right in all universe"

"... you trusted in me when everything else was pointed against me.."

them tenderly tucking a hair behind ur ear (my c. ai be like >\\\<)

listening to their heartbeat while laying on their chest. :')

a soothing, and tender "come here, sweetheart"

"you're not alone.. I.." they cup their lover's face in their hands, "I'm here for you, and I'll always be."

"what else do i need, when i have my world in my arms?"

leaning forehead against each other's [AAAHHH is my toaster waterproof-]

"what will i do without you? thank you-"

^ "no, thank YOU, [nickname]. thank you for coming into my life." *cries in me when??*

"you.. you're a dream." (rip my heart)

^ "no, my love. you are the dream and I the lucky one to be living this dream with you" imagine them saying this while their lips hover the other's, before giving in.

them taking your hand and placing it on their chest, "feel this heartbeat? this is how much effect you have over me."

"i don't have to search for truth when you say you love me, i can already see it all in ur eyes." [bawling into my pillows]

a sigh of release when they're finally in your arms like they longed for it all day !!!!!

laying with your back to their chest!!! their hands around your waist (the way I'd MELTT so fast)

"I am in love with you." ".... we've been together for the past several years." "that's what. What are you doing to me, darling?"

"i never stopped falling in love with you."

lazy kisses, softly sighing and gasping into each other's mouths.!! [me when yall. its ab time ffs.]

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Kisses Prompts that sends the readers reeling:

(5th, and 7th onee!! omfg 12th one PLSPLS somebody write and tag mee!)

hesitant kisses, but when they part one whispers "do it again. please."

hands caressing your neck or tracing your jaw as they kiss you nuts

their lips on yours, hot, feverish, partly sucking, teasing with their tongue (OMG-)

heated kisses - their hands on your bare skin, yours in their soft hair, lips nibbling, biting, moaning into yours, while heavily breathing after.

"love, don't hide your face, don't.." hands gently removing yours from your flushed face. "you make me fluster." you say, but they kiss you through those words and mumble against your lips, "you fluster me more, sweetheart."

kisses trailing down your chin, leaving love bites on your neck, chest, and all the shyness in between > < feeling their hot, sloppy wet kisses all over ur body, everywhere and beneath your stomach, and above it. :')

"i don't know how to kiss but let me kiss you, and I'll do it just right." (on my damn knees ffr)

moving to gasp for air, but the other still leans in, eyes closed, lips parted, absolutely wanting more!!! a string of saliva connecting each other's lips!!

hugs after kisses, that lasts several heartbeats long, as they nuzzle their face in your crook. kissing there as well, shyly smiling into it. (fyi im single since birth and haven't experienced ANY OF THESE BEFORE.)

"kiss me again, but- mphh"

cupping your lover's cheek. staring into their eyes with a grin before the kiss, their hands curling around your neck, anticipating it.

"lay down, love and let me do you how you deserve it."

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gestures that gets me on my knees.

(feel free to use<3 the kisses ones are.. im- i-... yall better tag when u write these or else check under ur bed before sleep! :) )

lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, and this one glance at their eyes and you say fuck it and pull at their collar to kiss them

heavily breathing after a kiss (damn ittitit)

gulping when they get a little too close

and not knowing how to talk or exist after they finish kissing you like they've been needing that kiss for a lifetime!!!

loosing your mind when they tilt your chin to look you in the eye

pulling them by their belt to kiss them>>

lazy kisses in the morning, that starts with a grunt as they pull you closer to them as you try to get up and lazily placing kisses all over face and ends with a hoarse whisper from them asking you to stay. fucjfuck

their mouth at your ear, whispering!!!

"give me a chance. to prove what i can make you feel." (ohmykgodks)

when they kiss you, hard, gripping, shaking breaths, fists in each other's clothes, against a wall, but they stop. and smirk, "you want that, love? i want cuddles though." and their grin is too wide, stupid and cocky and beautiful.

you're holding on by a thread and they sort of grin against your lips, mumbling, "just lose control, love."

that glance at your body with their eyes subtly widening, almost gulping as they take in your attire. fuck.

the lips are hot, soft, settling, nibbling and gasping, pulling onto each other for more and when you stop, they have their eyes closed, heavily exhaling, hair ruffled, and they look like the prettiest mess ever.

holding your hands above your head as they kiss you

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How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

(Before proceeding further, these are all "in my opinion" what I think would make it better. Apply parts of the advice you like and neglect the aspects you do not agree with it. Once again I'm not saying you have to follow a certain type of style to write smut! Creative freedom exists for a reason!)

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally. (Here is me an year after writing this post, i think, either is amazing, depending on the context. the type of book you're writing, your writing style and preferences!)

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

(edit: once again, hi, it's me. Either is amazing depending on ur writing style. Everything at the end is about taste.)

here are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adverbs to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more:

gesture that gets me on my knees !!

(more to comeee, check out my hot or kisses prompts on my master list!)

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Wednesday fill for

“The Orange Corvette”.

Thanks for the request @wizisbored @quietly-sleeping @enigma-the-mysterious @zyrafowe-sny @eriquin @somefishycat @whimsicalmeerkat @twyrewolf @asha10100101010 @kallisto-k @auburnlaughter @aparticularbandit @hurricanebreeze @tiercell @tamsinswriting @adhdavinci @post-and-out @stonemaskedtaliesin it’s been incredibly motivating. I hope you enjoy the extra sentences.

“Um, I guess when your boyfriend blames you for his cheating because he thinks you’re “boring and unadventurous” you kinda want to prove him wrong.” Pran can still feel the burn of humiliation as he thinks back to the last conversation he had with his ex before Pran threw him out of his apartment.

“He said that?”

“Yeah.”

“What an asshole,” Pat exclaims. “How dare he? If I ever get my hands on him, I’ll—”

A little ember of warmth ignites in Pran’s chest at how furious Pat sounds. He’d forgotten how protective Pat could be. It’s like he’d go to war for Pran to defend his honour.

“I know, right? As if it was all my fault he was unable to keep his dick in his pants.”

“Ouch,” Pat says, twisting in his seat until he’s facing Pran, his eyes are warm and caring. “That’s gotta hurt. Are you OK?”

“Yeah.” Pran isn’t heartbroken that it ended, he’s just a little bitter that he wasted so much of his time and energy on such a lowlife—and yeah, the cheating thing still smarts.

“I mean seriously Pran, you’re far from boring. In fact you’re the most fun and interesting person I know.”

Pran snorts in disbelief. “You don’t have to blow smoke Pat—“

“I’m not, I swear, when have I ever lied to you?” Pat’s eyes are big and round as he stares at Pran.

“Hmm.” It’s true. There are many criticisms that Pran could level at Pat. He can be loud and obnoxious with only a minimal grasp on how to do basic chores like laundry. But he’s also kind and generous to a fault and, despite their endless disagreements and bickering, not once has Pran ever known Pat to lie to him, not about the things that matter. In fact it’s always been the opposite with Pat being too honest when sharing his often unsolicited opinions with Pran.

“You know, I was in such awe of you back in high school,” Pat admits quietly, and the confession bores its way through Pran’s ribcage and sets up residence in his chest.

Pran starts to laugh. “That’s not how I remember it,” he says thinking back to all the teasing he’d suffered at Pat’s hands.

“You might not believe me but it’s true,” Pat insists, nodding his head vigorously and a stray lock of black hair breaks free from the product holding it, and it falls over his forehead. Pran contemplates reaching out and brushing it back. “You had such a cool aura about you and could play guitar. Plus, you wrote that amazing song. I wanted to be just like you, I just didn’t know how to show it.”

“Well you played drums like a rock star and if you remember we wrote the song together.”

“Yeah, if you call me, signing my name in your notebook and claiming half the credit, as us writing it together.”

They’re both laughing now and warmth spreads across Pran’s chest. He can picture the two of them like it was yesterday. They were fifteen and Pat was helping him with his original song composition for their school’s music club Christmas concert. They’d taken it so seriously they’d even put their rivalry to one side while they worked on it. Their lunch breaks were spent at one of the outdoor tables huddled around Pran’s guitar, talking about music and bands and gradually the song took shape.

The lyrics he’d written were a confession of sorts, about feelings changing and wanting to be more than just friends and at times Pran wondered if Pat understood. Sometimes he’d catch Pat looking at him in a way that made him think that maybe, just maybe, Pat also wanted more. But if he did, he didn’t say anything and Pran was too scared to make his confession even more obvious.

The concert itself had been an adrenaline rush, performing their song on stage. Pat behind him on the drums.The happy smiles they’d shared whenever Pran turned to look back at him made everything seem possible, even Pat returning his feelings. Pran wanted to preserve the moment like a beetle encased in amber, and wear it like a pendant nestled close to his heart.

To his regret, he got exactly what he wanted when his parents interrupted the performance, and he was transferred to boarding school soon after. He got a memory he would carry with him forever, one he would forever try to forget.

Pran can see the moment Pat remembers how the concert ended from the way his face falls and he stops laughing. Pran stops laughing too.

“I’m sorry Pran,” Pat says. “I never meant for any of it to happen the way it did. The concert, you being transferred, everything, it was all my fault.”

Pat said the same thing to him years after the incident, when they crossed paths as freshmen at university. But to hear that Pat still blames himself for what happened, even though it wasn’t his fault, made sadness tug at Pran that Pat is still carrying around so much guilt.

“Hey,” he says, reaching out and placing his hand lightly on Pat’s thigh. “Me being transferred wasn’t your fault. I think my Mum was looking for a reason to send me away and the concert was the perfect excuse. Sure, I was angry with her and you at first, but I made peace with what happened a long time ago.” Sometimes he wishes he had been able to hate Pat for what happened, it might have been an easier emotion to deal with.

Although Pran suffered worse in the fallout from the Christmas concert, he couldn’t help but think in some ways he had it easier than Pat, he’d had a fresh start. The school he’d been transferred to was a good one and he’d made some lasting friendships. Once there and there was no Pat to compare him to, the pressure from his parents had eased. He had the space and freedom to find himself without the eyes of his parents constantly on him.

Of course he’d missed Pat, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t, but being removed from seeing him everyday where every facet of their lives was intertwined, made the absence a little less painful. It only got really bad when he was lying alone in bed at night, feeling sorry for himself, the idiot who‘d caught feelings.

“Thanks,” Pat replies, covering Pran’s hand before he can retract it and giving it a gentle squeeze. Pran can feel the pressure and warmth long after Pat lets go.

It’s the longest conversation they’ve had in years and Pran feels lighter for it. Like they can finally move on from that incident that had such an impact on their lives.

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—  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

"I’ve tried to hide it, but my heart betrays me every time you’re near—I’m completely, hopelessly in love with you."

"I want to be the reason you look at your phone and smile."

"Loving you is like breathing… and I’ve been holding my breath for so long, I can’t do it any longer."

"Every time I look at you, I realise I don’t want to spend another moment of my life without you."

"I don’t know how or when it happened, but you’ve completely stolen my heart."

"I used to wonder if love was real… and then you came along and made it the only thing I believe in."

"Every part of me aches to tell you how much I love you, even if it’s terrifying."

"Loving you is both the easiest and hardest thing I’ve ever done."

"I keep pretending I’m fine, but the truth is I’m in love with you, and it scares me."

"I don’t know if you feel the same way, but I had to say it—I’m in love with you."

"The truth is, every part of me belongs to you."

"I tried to deny it, tried to push it away, but I can’t—I’m hopelessly in love with you."

"You’re my first thought every morning and my last before I sleep."

"I think about you more than I’d like to admit. I think… maybe I’m in love with you."

"There’s a quiet peace in my heart every time I think of you, and it feels like love."

"I never expected to feel this way, but here I am, confessing that I’m in love with you."

"My heart races, my hands shake, and all I want to say is ‘I love you’."

"You’re the reason I believe in love, and I don’t know how to keep that to myself any longer."

"All I know is that life feels brighter, warmer, and more alive whenever I’m with you. I think I’m in love with you."

"I’ve tried to act normal, but the truth is, you’ve captured my heart."

"I think I’ve fallen in love with you, and every day I fall a little more."

"Loving you feels as natural as breathing, and it’s taken me far too long to say it."

"You’re my heart’s greatest wish, and it’s time you knew—I’m in love with you."

"I feel a warmth in my heart every time you’re near… it’s love, isn’t it?"

"I don’t know how to say it gently, so here it is: I love you. I think I always have."

"If I don’t tell you this now, I’m afraid I never will—I’m in love with you."

"There’s no one else I think about like this, no one else I feel so deeply for. It has to be love."

"I don’t need you to say it back; I just needed you to know... I’m in love with you."

"Every moment we’re together feels like magic, and that magic is love, isn’t it?"

"I’d rather risk everything and tell you the truth—I’m in love with you."

"I was fine on my own, but now that I’ve met you, I can’t imagine a life without you."

"I’d move mountains if it meant I could tell you every day how much I love you."

"Loving you feels like the most honest thing I’ve ever done."

"The truth is, my heart has belonged to you from the very first moment we met."

"I can’t promise that I won’t be afraid, but I can promise that I love you."

"Every day without you feels like a day wasted. I’m in love with you, and I want the world to know."

"If there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that I love you with everything I am."

"You’ve woven yourself into my heart, and there’s no turning back—I love you."

"Loving you is like coming home to a place I never knew I missed until I met you."

"It feels like my whole life has been leading up to this moment—to tell you that I love you."

"I’m scared, I’m nervous, but more than anything, I’m in love with you."

"I didn’t know it was possible to feel so deeply until you walked into my life."

"I could search the world and never find someone who makes me feel like you do. I love you."

"I never believed in fate until I realised how perfectly you fit into my life."

"I could wait forever to say it, but I don’t want to anymore—I love you."

"Loving you feels like the answer to a question I didn’t even know I had."

"I love you, (name)."

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Saying "I love you" without saying "I love you" — some ways your otp can silently express affection

Forehead kisses, and smiling through the kiss

Resting their forehead on the other’s after a kiss

Tucking strands of loose hair behind their ears, with a thumb caressing their cheek

Interlacing their fingers with the other’s when they least expect it

Sleepy back hugs when the other person is busy whipping up breakfast in the kitchen, catching them by surprise

Just doing their own things in the same space; being so comfortable around the other even in their pyjamas

Holding both their hands while holding their gaze gently, just before leaning in for a kiss

Switching positions with the other when walking down a busy sidewalk because your feel the need to keep the other safe

Being playfully clingy in the mornings when one has an off day and the other has to rush to work

Getting them something from the store when they only mentioned it in passing

When one is overseas for a work trip and everything they see reminds them of the other person (bonus: whenever it happens, they take a picture and drop the other person a text.)

Squeezing their hand reassuringly and holding their hand throughout an intense social situation (eg. a large school reunion which the more introverted person is dreading)

Kissing away their tears

^ and letting the other cry on their shoulder even when their t-shirt gets soaked from their tears

Meeting them where they are, mentally and emotionally; never forcing them to do anything they aren’t comfortable with

Wholeheartedly supporting their dreams, and putting that into action by making concrete plans for it to happen

Dropping the other person an encouraging text before an important interview/event

Surprising the other with flowers just because; no occasion and no reason needed

Picking the other person up from work when it’s getting late, and walking them right to their doorstep after

Good morning and goodnight texts

Making the other person a Spotify playlist with songs that remind them of their relationship and growth

Remembering the littlest of things — activities they like and dislike, favourite brands of stationery, go-to ice cream flavour, choice of popcorn

Writing little notes on post-its and leaving them in random pages of their textbook, so that they will get a little endorphin boost when studying

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People know I write, but they don't know I write Fanfiction. So, they keep asking me questions like: "How many pages are you in? What's the name? How many do you have?

I can't answer them without giving away I write Fanfiction...

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“writing is fun,” i whisper, after rewriting the same sentence for the past 27 minutes

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“So a motorbike,” Pat says. It’s not really a question, more of a statement.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Why?” There’s no judgement in Pat’s tone, only genuine curiosity, but Pran still feels his hackles rise at the question.

“Why a bright orange corvette?” he snaps back defensively.

“Pran,” Pat admonishes softly.

“Sorry” — Pran feels the sting of being chastised — “it’s just everyone asks me that and I’m sick and tired of having to justify myself. Why shouldn’t I buy a motorbike? Why does everyone think I’m a boring stick-in-the-mud who doesn’t know how to be spontaneous? I can be spontaneous.”

This week’s word is…

✨ BRIGHT ✨

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.