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some_stars) wrote2011-01-13 01:49 am
some_stars) wrote2011-01-13 01:49 am
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AAAAAAAAAAAH, STORY BREAKTHROUGH, FUCKING FINALLY. I suddenly actually believe I will get this posted ever. With the new changes, it is the least ambitious and by far the least original of anything I'm working on, but that's not what anybody reads fanfic for anyway so what the hell. It is pretty much entirely "sex plus too many FEELINGS," because everything I write has too many feelings, and it's so cliched that you could read two pages of it and reconstitute the entire rest of the story to about 90% accuracy just by guessing. Also the pairing sort of embarrasses me because it's one of those pairs where they have next to no meaningful interaction on the show, but I (and a really enormous portion of the fandom, apparently) imagine they'd be super interesting if they ever DID talk to each other. Or about each other. Or...looked at each other? It would be amazing, okay.
Also it's going to be another overgrown monster; it's already past 7450 and I've got another 2000 words to cover at least, although I know exactly what they need to be and I can so do it(I am reasonably confident in betting I can do it before school starts on Monday). And I know 10,000-ish isn't that long at all, but it's basically a PWP at heart, and...yeah. I can't shut up, as usual.
ALL THAT SAID, here is an excerpt that none of you care about because Glee:
[[they are in a janitor's closet at school; this becomes relevant]]
"Oh." Kurt turns red. Like, everywhere. "Oh." And they'd both been mostly cooled down but Kurt's still on his lap and Puck can feel him getting hard again.
He slides his hands to Kurt's hips and pulls him in tighter, smirking. "So that's a yes?"
"Yes," Kurt says, instantly. His hips twitch forward and he scowls. "We are not doing this here."
"We're totally doing this here," Puck says. He squeezes Kurt's ass and gets an awesome shudder in response. They're totally doing it here. "Come on, it's been a week and I know you hate jerking off in the bathroom at school."
"I fail to see how this is any better."
"Oh, dude, is that a challenge?" He palms Kurt's dick through his pants--stupidly/amazingly tight, as usual--and Kurt thrusts into his hand and draws in a sharp, loud breath. "You know you want it."
"Of course I want it," Kurt pants, and he's not even trying not to grind down now, "when do I not want it, I'm seventeen, oh god I can't come in these pants."
END OF EXCERPT. I entertain myself, and that's all that matters.
Also it's going to be another overgrown monster; it's already past 7450 and I've got another 2000 words to cover at least, although I know exactly what they need to be and I can so do it(I am reasonably confident in betting I can do it before school starts on Monday). And I know 10,000-ish isn't that long at all, but it's basically a PWP at heart, and...yeah. I can't shut up, as usual.
ALL THAT SAID, here is an excerpt that none of you care about because Glee:
[[they are in a janitor's closet at school; this becomes relevant]]
"Oh." Kurt turns red. Like, everywhere. "Oh." And they'd both been mostly cooled down but Kurt's still on his lap and Puck can feel him getting hard again.
He slides his hands to Kurt's hips and pulls him in tighter, smirking. "So that's a yes?"
"Yes," Kurt says, instantly. His hips twitch forward and he scowls. "We are not doing this here."
"We're totally doing this here," Puck says. He squeezes Kurt's ass and gets an awesome shudder in response. They're totally doing it here. "Come on, it's been a week and I know you hate jerking off in the bathroom at school."
"I fail to see how this is any better."
"Oh, dude, is that a challenge?" He palms Kurt's dick through his pants--stupidly/amazingly tight, as usual--and Kurt thrusts into his hand and draws in a sharp, loud breath. "You know you want it."
"Of course I want it," Kurt pants, and he's not even trying not to grind down now, "when do I not want it, I'm seventeen, oh god I can't come in these pants."
END OF EXCERPT. I entertain myself, and that's all that matters.
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I think 20,000 words is a decent-length plot--I mean, that's a length you can't get to by, as I once put it, "describing like Melanie Rawn on pot." But yeah, I've been seeing these 10k things out there and I just think "We need a new name for collaborative artist/writing projects that doesn't necessarily include 'big' if they're only going to be 10k words."