At some point in time, pretty much every fic becomes one I wish I’d never written.
Here’s the thing about writing for me. There is a place in every story I’ve written (not talking about the tiny little stories I throw up on Tumblr) where I actively loathe the story, where even looking at it just makes me want to crawl in a hole and wonder what the hell was I thinking? Did I really, really believe I could actually write this story and do it justice? Am I talented enough to get the crap that’s in my head and put it down on the page in a way that makes sense? And in those times where I just absolutely detest everything about a story, my brain tells me no, that’s not possible. I’m not talented enough, or it’s not worth it, or I just thought the story was going to be different and this wasn’t what I signed up for, and what’s even the point?