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Eye To Eye (G.D)
Warnings : drinking, arguing, swearing
Word Count : 727
A/N : Thank you for this request! I wouldn’t have thought about writing about height, and it’s not the greatest, but I hope you enjoy! Just so you know, requests are always open! So just hit me up! (I’m just not comfortable writing smut)
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Eye to Eye
Love All Your Curves
Under The Mistletoe
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Wrong One, Right Time Part 1 Part 2
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Excuse Me
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Jack Gilinsky
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Love All Your Curves (G.D)
Warnings : body shaming, cursing
Word Count : 706
Plot : after going to a red carpet event, y/n reads an article about her weight online
Author’s Note : Really and truly, you should love your body, curves and all! Society honestly sucks, trying to shove one type of body down everyone’s throats, but everyone is different, and everyone is absolutely beautiful!
I smiled as I looked into the mirror, smoothing out my outfit for tonight’s event. Grayson came up from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and placing a kiss on my shoulder. Two years together, and these simple things still give me butterflies. “You look beautiful.” He said softly. I turned around, still in his arms, and placed my hands on his chest.
“And you look very handsome.” I smiled up at him, and gave him a quick kiss.
“Are you two ready?!” Ethan calls for us. We pull away and head out.
When we arrived to the red carpet, Grayson kept his arm around my waist as the three of us went to get our pictures taken. We posed for a few minutes, and then decided to head inside. We were stopped just before the door by a lady with a microphone, behind her a guy was holding a camera. “Grayson, Y/N! How long have you two been together now?” She asked. We smiled at each other as we answered. “Wow congratulations! Y/N, did you think that the two of you would last this long?”
“I had a feeling, we clicked from the get go, and just fell in love over time.” Grayson kissed my cheek.
“I knew from the start that she was the one for me.” He added on. I couldn’t help the blush forming on my face.
“You two really are adorable! Well have fun tonight!” Grayson and I then turned to join Ethan inside, who saved us seats. He waved us over, and we sat beside him, excited for the night ahead of us.
The next morning, I woke up and went to make breakfast for everyone. I tried my best not to wake anyone, though knowing the boys, nothing will wake them. I hummed some songs to myself as I cracked the eggs, whisked them, and then cooked them. I was just having the time of my life, dancing a little, humming, and just cooking a nice meal for the two special boys in my life.
“What a sight to wake up to.” I jumped, and turned to see Grayson leaning against the door frame, looking at me. He then walked over to me, giving me a quick kiss. “What are you making?”
“My special breakfast wraps.” He smiled widely at me, reminding me how much he likes them. “That’s why I’m making them. Go wake up Ethan, they’re just about ready.” He gave me another kiss before heading to Ethan’s room.
After breakfast, Ethan and Grayson told me to relax and that they’ll clean up. I thanked them, and spread out on the couch, and began scrolling through my phone. When I saw an article about me and Grayson. Grayson’s Girlfriend Has Let Herself Go. I looked down at my body, not seeing any difference in it from when I began dating Grayson. As I read through it, I began to feel worse about myself. They were saying I shouldn’t have worn such a tight dress last night, no one wants to see that.
“Y/N!” I snapped out of it, and looked up at my boyfriend. My completely ripped, completely fit boyfriend. Almost as if he is complete muscle, no body fat to be found. Why was he with me? “What’s wrong?” I smiled, shaking my head, telling him I was fine. As I went to look back at my phone, but Grayson took it from me.
“Hey! What are you doing?!” I tried grabbing it back, but he moved it, and began reading the article I had just finished reading, and he started laughing. “What’s so funny?” I curled up to myself, pouting up at him. He sat beside me, his laughter stopped.
“Was this what made you upset?” I didn’t answer. “It’s bullshit. Complete, utter bullshit. You’re not fat, you have curves! You’re absolutely gorgeous, and I can’t see myself with anyone else.”
“You’re not just saying that?” My voice was soft, as I tried not to cry.
“Y/N, I love you, curves and all. And there’s nothing that will ever change that.” I moved into his arms, just wanting to cuddle up to him for the rest of my life.
“I love you, Gray.”
Under The Mistletoe (G.D)
Warnings : mention of death
Plot : after not celebrating Christmas for years, your best friends invite you to celebrate with them. Little did you know the surprise gift you’ll receive Christmas morning.
Word Count : 1165
“When are you flying out?” Grayson asked, a whine prominent in his voice. I rolled my eyes as I laughed and reminded him I’ll be there in about a weeks time. Two more finals and semester one will be complete and Christmas break begins. “I want you here now!”
“You’re so needy.” I joked, shaking my head. I told him I’ll see him in a week, but for now I must study.
“Don’t stress yourself out too much, you’re really smart and you’re going to ace these exams!” He exclaimed before we said our goodbyes and hung up. I looked over to my roommate, who was giving me her usual just date him already look. “It’s not like that!” I told her, and she just sarcastically nodded.
This is the first year in a while I’ll actually have a Christmas, and I was growing more and more anxious as the day I was to fly out to Jersey came closer. My parents passed a few years back, and since then I would just stay in bed and watch sappy Christmas movies, pretending I was okay. But this year, my two best friends told me to join their family for Christmas. I immediately went out to get everyone gifts, even though Grayson told me not to worry, as everyone understands that I’m busy with school. But it’s my first Christmas in years, and I’m just happy that I have people to buy gifts for again.
My heart pounded as I put all my bags in the trunk of the cab that was driving me to the airport. It was finally time to leave the warmth of LA for the snow of Jersey, and I couldn’t help the smile that appeared on my face. I texted Gray, telling him I was heading to the airport, and that I couldn’t wait to see him. He sent me a heart emoji in response. My heart sped up at the mere thought of there being something more between us.
Hours later, and I was in another cab, on the way to the Dolan household. Grayson and Ethan told me they would pick me up, but I told them to stay home with their family, and just have some hot chocolate ready for me when I got there. The door opened as my cab pulled up. Grayson ran down and threw his arms around me, picking me up and spinning me around. The cab driver took my bags out of the trunk and wished me a Merry Christmas. And for once, I smiled at the thought of waking up on Christmas morning.
“Why do you have so many bags?! You’re only here for two weeks.” Grayson exclaimed, looking down at all the bags on the sidewalk.
“How else was I supposed to get the gifts here?”
“Y/N, I told you not to worry about gifts.” He told me, a certain sadness in his eyes.
“I know, Gray, but this is my first Christmas in years. I was excited to buy gifts for people again.” He shook his head, and helped carry my bags inside.
“E! Come help with her bags!” Gray yelled when we got inside. Ethan emerged from the living room, and took the two in my hands, and the two of them took them to the room I’d be staying in. I went to greet everyone.
“Oh wow! You’ve grown so much since we’ve last seen you!” Lisa exclaimed, wrapping me up in a hug. I wanted to cry as I hugged each and every one of them, happy to finally have a family for Christmas. “We kept telling the boys to bring you home! But they never listen.” I laughed as I took a seat. When the boys came back, Grayson placed a mug in front of me and took a seat next to me.
“You remembered!” I joked, kissing his cheek as I do. He rolled his eyes and feigned disgust.
It was nice, spending time with a family during the holiday season. And as the days passed, I found myself not wanting to go home. It was Christmas eve, and I begged Grayson to stay up a bit with me and watch a Christmas movie with me. It wasn’t hard to convince him to do so, and soon we were cuddled up on the couch, a blanket draped across us. I could hardly pay attention to the movie, and instead focused on Grayson’s heartbeat. It seemed to soothe me to sleep.
I awoke the next morning with the twins jumping on me and yelling at me to wake up. I laughed and rolled out of bed, rubbing my eyes and trying to wake myself up. We all sat around, and began to open gifts. When they realized I had gotten gifts for everybody, they all said that there was no need. “I was happy to do so.” I reassured them. “I just hope you like them!”
“You have to open mine last!” Grayson told me. My heart pounded and I got nervous. I didn’t expect them to get me gifts as well, and I was filled with absolute joy as I got to unwrap Christmas presents, surrounded by people who love me.
We were all laughing and joking as we opened gifts, thanking everyone, and finally, all eyes were on me as I held the final gift. I could see Grayson fidgeting, and it made me more anxious, but I hid it behind a smile and began to unwrap the small box. My heart pounded when I saw that it was Tiffany box. When I pulled the top off, tears welled in my eyes. It was a beautiful, white gold necklace, his name written in cursive, and a dark blue tanzanite gem in place of the O. I looked up at him.
“I uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck as he began speaking. “I’ve liked you for a while now, and uh, I was hoping you’d be my girlfriend.” A wide smile was plastered on my face as I looked around to everyone, smiles on everyone’s faces. I slowly nodded, praying this wasn’t a dream.
“Yes.” I whispered and watched as the nerves in Grayson subsided. “Put this on for me?” I asked, motioning to the necklace, and he made his way over to me, gently taking the necklace from the box, and placing it around my neck.
We sat around in the living room as breakfast was made, and watched Die Hard, apparently one of the best Christmas movies. I was cuddled in Grayson’s arms, as he lightly drew shapes on my exposed skin. We soon got called for breakfast and made our way towards the dining room. As Grayson and I passed under the doorway, Lisa stopped us, pointing up at the mistletoe. I blushed as I looked up at Grayson, who cupped my face and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I’m so glad I celebrated Christmas this year.
being a fic writer is like. i love this thing. i have so many new ideas about it. what if this thing happened instead? what if these characters i love were actually halfway across the world doing something completely different? i wrote about this thing i love. i love what i wrote. i spent three and a half months on this. this is the longest fic i've ever written. i agonized over every little line. i hid tidbits in it that you won't find until you read it twice over. i want you to find those tidbits. won't you love it, too? please love it. i want you to love it. i'm offering it up to you. i think you would love it. i love it more than anything in the world. please love it, too. and please, please tell me.
Non-writing activities that actually help your writing
To get better at writing, you have to write. Yes… But what about the times when you genuinely don’t feel like it?
First of all, it’s alright! It’s not the end of the world! You’re not a failed writer if you have a down day. But if you really feel like doing something that pushes your writing along, but isn’t actually writing, here are some things you can do! →
📚 Planning out your next chapter When in doubt, plot it out. Sometimes you might simply be stuck because you don’t have a clear path forward. A simple outline of all the major beats in your next chapter can really put things into perspective.
📚 Writing an impromptu scene Every writer goes off and fantasizes about a scene in their novel that isn’t actually part of the plan. Treat it as if it was a fanfic of your own novel and give it a shot! Writing it as fanfiction takes the pressure off, and might just get your creative juices flowing again.
📚Reading a similar book for research This is a super helpful and fun way of doing research for your book. Dig out similar books in the genre and get reading. A great way to get book recommendations is to speak to some bookish people and tell them a little bit about the story you’re writing. Often, they can have great recommendations of a similar book vibe that could help you along.
📚 Actually research For whatever type of book you’re writing, you’re going to have to do some research. Whether it’s describing architecture in a fantasy world, or making sure your facts are correct in a historical setting, research is a crucial part of writing. Perhaps if your creative side of the brain isn’t feeling up to it right now, your logical one might be of us and help you gather some facts to make your writing more authentic.
📚 Edit or rewrite previous chapters If you have the need to work on your project, but can't bring yourself to write some more, work with what’s already there. It’s inevitable that some of the chapters you wrote, you aren’t entirely happy with. This might be the time to try something new - open that chapter side by side with a fresh document and rewrite it by changing one integral part of it.
📚 Think on it Yes, we all fantasize about our projects and our characters. But how often do you actually stop and truly think about your story as a whole? How often do you try to figure out that plothole before saying you’ll leave it for later? It might help to meditate for a bit, clear your head of distracting thoughts and focus on the problem in your writing that you need to solve.
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Please leave comments on fics. It doesn't matter if you don't know what to say I literally made a joke about a space worm. Please comment on fics it'll make the authors day even if its from 9 years ago.
25 THINGS I’VE LEARNED IN 25 YEARS IN TV WRITING
Well, it’s actually been 30 years now, but here’s a spew I did 5 years ago on the bird app to commemorate my 25 years as a TV writer.
I’ve edited it a bit for clarity. Hopefully some of you will find it useful.
1. In TV writing (and writing in general) there is only one unbreakable rule: Thou shalt not be boring.
2. Write characters people want to hang out with for an hour or so once a week for years to come. Even if they’re bad people, make them interesting, engaging bad people.
3. If your lead is a bad person, make them funny and/or sexy. Direct most of their bad behavior toward other bad people or themselves. Make them well motivated. Maintain rooting interest.
4. What makes a character special should be intertwined with what makes them struggle. Perfect people are boring.
5. Characters should complement/conflict with each other. No two characters should serve the same purpose/have the same backstory/have the same voice.
6. Cast the best actor, adjust the character to suit.
7. Give your leads the best lines/moments. No one is tuning in to watch the funny guest star. Like Garry Marshall said back on HAPPY DAYS, “I’m paying Henry Winkler $25,000 an episode. Give the Fonz the jokes.”
8. Your characters, good & bad, should reflect the reality of our wonderful, diverse world. White male shouldn’t be the default.
9. Avoid stereotypes. Stereotypes are boring.
10. If all your POV characters know some secret, the audience should know it too.
11. If your show hinges on a big mystery, know more or less what the truth is from the beginning. You can change it later if you need to, but write to a specific.
12. If your story doesn’t test your characters mentally, physically, psychologically, emotionally, or spiritually, you don’t have a story.
13. You can start by figuring out the Beginning, the Middle, or the End, but you don’t have an episode until you have all three.
14. Big suspenseful act outs (the last moments before the commercials) aren’t just a gimmick. They’re a good way to structure an hour of entertainment to make sure the audience is invested and your pacing is solid.
15. Every scene should be a consequence of the previous scene or a refutation of it.
16. A scene also needs a Beginning, Middle, and End. The end should propel the characters and/or audience into the next scene.
17. Every scene is a negotiation/confrontation between two or more characters who want different things or have different ideas on how to solve the same problem.
18. A good action scene is still a character scene. With punching. (This applies to sex scenes too, but you know, with sex.)
19. A crap page is better than a blank one.
20. It’s easier to cut than to add.
21. Good things rarely happen in the Writers Room after dinner. Go home, get some rest, write pages at home if you have to, start fresh in the morning. Writers who have a life outside the writing room are better writers. Beware the showrunner who doesn’t want to go home to their family. That said…
22. Script by day one of Pre-Production. No matter what.
23. You’re a writer first. Almost nothing happening on set or in post is more important than the writing. Delegate when possible.
24. Make an extra effort to surround yourself with writers who are different from you (background, race, gender, orientation, etc). Listen to their perspectives, especially on experiences alien to you.
25. And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make. In TV writing and life in general.
Literally all I want to do is write something that makes people insane and maybe scream silently over it like is that so much to ask
Literally. #GOALS
not writing, not not writing, but a secret third thing
@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?
actually writing the fic down
One of them will have to get finished eventually, right???
We talk a lot about people who leave comment on fics, but I hope the people who only reblog know they are also appreciated.
Not everyone can (or wants to) leave comments for a multitude of reasons -- too shy, too nervous, too busy, too tired, or you simply don't want to -- but please know we as writers cherish you! We admire you so fucking much. We recognize your usernames in our notifications. We get these little bursts of happiness in our brains and think, "Ahhh yes, my beloved is pleased."
To the silent reblogs, I'm handing you a bouquet of flowers as a symbol of our adoration 🥀
There is no joy like the joy of a writer who has just figured out that a throwaway line they put into the first few paragraphs of a story is actually the key to a major plot point and possibly even the theme underlying the entire thing.
Just…yesssssss.
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One of them will have to get finished eventually, right???
@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?
actually writing the fic down
