#fanficton

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Aggressive Ex bf William Beckett x AFAB! Reader

WORD COUNT: Around 1,050 I’m not sure

CHARACTER COUNT: 5,649

Warning: William has bad mood swings, Dub-con, Beating/hitting, Use of Y/N im so sorry, William Beckett 💔💔

HAPPY SUMMER!

How are you handling the heat? Sheldon is clearly not having a great time, but oh, the things you do (reluctantly) for your loved ones! teee-heee.

This drawing is from August 2019. So many years have passed, but it still makes me laugh. And you know kids, use protection! 🤣

This was inspired by "The Reclusive Potential" (Season 11, Episode 20) when Amy goes to her bachelorette party:

Sheldon: Well, just be careful, and use protection.

Amy: What do you think is gonna happen?

Sheldon: I don't know. But it's going to be sunny, and you burn easily.

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So I wrote my first fanfiction, and because I feel so many different feelings and think so many different thoughts about it, I decided to write them down, because “I don’t know what I think until I write about it” (Joan Didion), right?

Last November, I finished playing Kingdom Come: Deliverance II and became completely obsessed with its characters and story. There was not a single second during my days back then when I haven’t thought about the characters, the world or the story, nor there was a single second when I did not feel longing and yearning for them. It almost felt like I was going mad (like so many other people in the fandom). There were so many things left unresolved and I needed some type of closure. At first, I dealt with it by making silly TikTok edits. That helped direct some of the obsession into something creative, but it still was not enough. Just before Christmas, I began drafting my first fanfiction.

I was very shy about it, especially because my English was so shit, my sentences clunky, and my words repetitive. Still, I wanted to try. Hell, if I could publish silly TikTok edits, why couldn’t I publish some silly little fanfiction? Who was going to judge me? Everyone? Good!

At first, I thought no one would even find it, let alone read it and that notion made publishing it so much easier. No one would really care, which was good. I could learn as I went, experiment, and get better at my own pace. (I had few online friends who were so kind to read through it and I will be forever grateful to them for it!). The things that suprised me during the process as a total beginner at fiction writing (from the most obvious to the most suprising): 1. Revisions take insane amount of time Before getting into this I thought the hardest part would be coming up with ideas, structure, timelines. That drafting is the part that would take up most of my time and energy. I could not be more wrong. Revision, revision of a revision, revision of a revision of a revision (copy paste this three more times for accurate representation of the amount of revisions the drafts went through).

My browser was full of tabs searching for the meanings of certain words, translating certain idioms or words from Slovak (my native tongue… yes, I wrote some of the draft in my native language) into English, finding synonyms, and pulling my hair out if there weren’t any.

My sentences shortened because I suddenly became intimidated by the complexity of the rules surrounding English syntax, and though I use the language on a daily basis, at home and at work (heck, I even think in English; the only time I speak Slovak is to my two cats), writing in English became a whole new level I needed to unlock. 

2. Learning about the craft helped with consistency

I dived deep into articles about writing, structuring plots, creating characters and their arcs, and all kinds of other things. I started having lots of fun learning the craft of this art form. So first, there was the obsession with the game, and then there began the obsession with learning how to write better.

And do I write like good good now? I do not think so. But there was something else what came out of it. Becoming obsessive about the rules helped me stay consistent and write all the time, even when I was feeling tired and uninspired.

Know this: between December 2025 and late May 2026, I slept for an average of three hours a night. First, it was because I was working on silly TikTok edits. Then, it was because I was writing silly fanfiction drafts or revising them. It was a very feverish, restless period of my life, and the amount of energy I still had while sleeping so little was insane. I seriously considered seeking professional help because nothing like that had ever happened to me before. Hopefully, it will never happen to me again either. It was too much and unhealthy. But worth it.

3. Emotional hijacking

While writing the story, I noticed other things too. I noticed how my mood and thoughts changed depending on which character’s point of view I was writing that week. I began to understand what actors mean when they describe the feeling of getting into a character and then having trouble snapping out of it after the performance is over.

Once a chapter was published, I needed a day and a half to come down from it, return to my normal state, and stop feeling anxious, worried, ashamed, angsty, or horny.

Those were not my feelings, because my life was unfolding in its boring and peaceful routine. There was nothing horrible happening in my life. There was no drama, no one was sick, and no one had died. Work was annoying and extremely demanding, but other than that, there was nothing to be anxious or horny about.

Once those feelings went away, I felt the space they left behind and the need to fill it. Ideas for the next chapter began popping up at the back of my mind, made their way into my voice-recording app during walks, and later, at night, into the document.

Then I would spend another week writing about a completely different character, one who was perhaps less anxious and less horny, but who carried a lot of survivor’s guilt or religious guilt. Once that chapter was published, the whole process began again.

4. Exposure therapy

Although this perhaps sounds a little negative, it was actually extremely therapeutic for me. I found that it almost worked like some kind of exposure therapy. I could experience certain emotions that were simmering under my skin for one reason or another through a character.

I made them experience an event, feel their way through it, and then resolve the feeling within a chapter, or much later, but still resolve it. The resolution might not have happened in the most positive way for the character, but I experienced it nevertheless, in a very safe environment.

I also noticed myself reacting differently to certain recurring situations in my real life, either at work or at home. I reacted with much more calmness. I found it easier to let go of control, to stop worrying about what others would think, and to be more patient and empathetic towards other people.

Somehow, I slowly began to regain my self-confidence too, especially at work, although I still struggle not to believe that everything I touch is complete horse shit.

I try to do better. It has gotten better. The horse shit is now merely mouse droppings. Applause for such a beautiful metaphor.

Conclusion and unsolicited advice For anyone who is considering writing, I would urge you to do it. Honestly, there is nothing to lose during this process, only things to gain.

If what you gain is learning a new synonym for a word you have repeated in your text more than five times, then so be it. It is a new word! And now you know it! It is one more word than you knew before. Congratulations! Keep it as your lucky token.

If you are afraid of embarrassing yourself, or afraid that your writing is cringe, then let it be cringe and embarrassing, because everything is embarrassing. In the words of my favourite Czech poet:

„Ach, život je tak trapný, Bože jak uprdnutí do soulože.“

“Oh God, life is fucking awkward, like farting halfway through a fuck.” ***

Today, I published the final chapter of the second part of the series. More than 220,000 words later, I am extremely happy that I did it.

Writing it was sometimes painful, frustrating, and exhausting, but it was also joyful and purposeful. It gave all my built-up energy somewhere to go. More importantly, it gave me a sense of accomplishment, purpose, and motivation that I had been missing from my life.