Writer says: So I had this crazy idea one day and I just had to work on it. Here ya go!
Writer means: So I had this crazy idea either right before getting in the shower or right before falling asleep so I grabbed my fucking laptop and shat all over it to create the steaming pile of crap that I now lay before you. I don’t even know if it’s good anymore. I haven’t slept in two days.
Writer says: Wow, real life’s getting busy! Sorry on the slow updates.
Writer means: My life is a literal storm of shit at the moment. Why did I decide to do this. Why am I still doing this. Everything around me is spinning out of control and I am staying up ‘til 5:30 in the morning every night to create a piece of work that will only get two comments and 12 demands for quicker updates. I hope no one’s mad at me, all I wanted to do was write.
Writer says: Wow! Would you look at that! I updated on time! Please enjoy!
Writer means: WOOOOOOHOOOOOO BITCHES LOOK AT THIS PRODUCTIVE ASSHOLE GO YEEEEEHAAAAWWWW TAKE THAT YOU NASTY REVIEWERS ALWAYS DEMANDING ME TO BE FASTER! I GOT THIS SHIT I GOT THIS SHIT
Writer says: This chapter was a toughie. Glad it’s finally done!
Writer means: I don’t know if this is good or not. I honestly don’t fucking know. I’ve read the same words over and over and over again and I just couldn’t look at it anymore. My beta said it was ok but I’m not confident but HOLY SHIT I JUST NEED TO STOP WRITING THIS FUCKIGN CHAPTER.
Writer says: Thanks for reading!
Writer means: Please, oh please oh please oh please leave me a review. A comment. Anything. Please tell me you’re out there. Please tell me someone is reading this.
Writer says: I just want to say that real life is getting pretty hectic right now. Please try to be patient with me, I know you guys want updates. Thanks! :)
Writer means: FUCK. YOU. Who the fuck do you think you are, demanding shit from me?! You don’t know my life! I have a very busy life! I create shit for free, you entitled son of a pig-fucker! STOP LEAVING ME COMMENTS TELLING ME TO UPDATE SOON OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL PUKE ALL OVER MY COMPUTER
Writer means: I have no fucking clue what the next chapter is going to look like. What’s my plot? I don’t know. I feel no emotion.
Writer says: Please leave a comment! It helps me write!
Writer means: I am begging you to leave me a comment because I swear it’s the only thing that’s keeping me motivated right now, I hate the work I put out and I need reassurance that people are actually enjoying this.
Writer says: I hope you enjoyed that chapter, big things are coming up! ;)
Writer means: Buckle up bitches, someone’s gonna die.
Writer says: I know I’ve missed a few updates, but I swear I plan on finishing this story!
Writer means: *high pitched eternal screeching*
Writer says: Here we are at long last! This has been one wild ride. I want to thank you all so much for your support and love, I adore each and every one of you. I am so happy to say that this story has come to a wonderful close.
Writer means: My body is numb. Voices call out to me from the void, but I can no longer hear them over the beating of my racing heart. I am stressed to the point where I feel no relief. The story is done. It’s fucking DONE. I loved it, I hated it, it was a fucking storm of horror and pain. I can no longer see color. Now I can at last relax and…wait……wait a second………..holy shit I just thought of the best idea for a one-shot that’s totally gonna turn into a 50 chapter slow burn AU fic leT’S FUCKING DO THIS
I feel at home in the coffee shop across the street from school. I feel at home in the mineshaft up the hill. I feel at home at my friend’s houses. I feel at home in the falling snow. I feel at home in the streets of cities I’ve never been to before. I feel at home in most of the world. So why don’t I feel at home lying in my own bed, with my family asleep upstairs? Why don’t I feel at home when I am home?
haha imagine Shiro and Allura chillin in a blanket fort telling each other funny stories and goofy jokes until they eventually fall asleep propped against each other and for the first time in weeks neither of them has nightmares welp
for @forestpenguin for the prompt: i see you carrying around a bowl of dog food and calling for your dog and, let’s be honest, i definitely think this is trap but on the other hand there is the potential to pet a dog at the end. so i stop to help you and you’re so relieved as we spend the next several hours searching for your dog until we finally give up and i take you home since you’re inconsolable only to find your dog asleep on your fucking porch wtf.
in which Cassian’s adopted ex-racer greyhound, K2-SO is awful, willful, misbehaved, and the light of his life. When K2 goes missing, Cassian frantically searches the neighborhood, his desperate calls awakening Bodhi, his neighbor, who offers to help. Just as Cassian has given up hope and gotten drawn and surly, Bodhi walks him back home - and lo and behold, K2 has been scratching at the front door and nearly knocks Bodhi out bounding into Cassian’s arms.
Please do #145, #153 and #179 with Jughead? I just got to say as well your writing is incredible
#145 “Stay, please”.
#153 “I have these weird feelings…”
#179 “Kiss me. Right here, right now”.
Your family told you that they would be taking a short trip just to get out of Riverdale for a few days. It was a small trip so you thought you’d be fine on your own. It turned out you were anything but. The first night, you stayed up on the Internet researching murder cases similar to Jason Blossom’s. You fell asleep around 3 in the morning, plagued by the images of known killers and blood stains. So when Sunday rolled around, you were exhausted. It had been two days of no or little sleep and you didn’t think you could go another day without some rest.
“Why am I here again?” Jughead asked, wandering around your room as you set up a sleeping mat for him. You let out a groan and looked up at your friend.
“You’re here because I need to know that if a murder breaks into my house they’ll most likely kill you first because you’re closer to the door.” You pointed the sleeping mat you were setting up and gestured to the door to emphasize the closeness. Jughead just rolled his eyes and shed his jacket and flannel.
“This wasn’t a sleepover type setting where I would spill my undying love for you? I had my lines and everything.” You rolled your eyes and continued to set up his sleeping mat. “Kiss me. Right here, right now.” He chuckled, “very dramatic right?”
“You should be writing a soap opera not a crime novel.” Jughead laughed and you smiled at the cheerful boy. You stood up, looking at the clock and groaning. “Alright, this mat isn’t inflating so it looks like we’re sharing.”
“What?” You glanced at Jughead whose eyebrows knitted together in confusion. You rolled your eyes and pointed at your bed.
“We are sharing my bed.” His jaw tensed at your words and you gave him a look. “If you’re going to be a baby about it you can sleep on the floor. Just don’t leave. Stay, please.” You looked at him pleadingly, hoping that he’d get over whatever was blocking him from staying.
“Alright,” he said finally, walking towards your bed, “but only because you look exhausted.” You gave him a weak smile and crawled into your bed.
“That’s because I am exhausted, Jones.” You settled under the covers as Jughead took off his shoes and flopped down on the other side of your bed. You flipped the switch to turn off the lights and the mysterious darkness surrounded the two of you.
“So where’s your family?” You turned over on your side to face Jughead, whose face was barely visible in the moonlight. The shade made his features look harder and sharper than they truly were but his eyes remained soft when he spoke.
“On a small getaway. I wanted to spend some time alone. I was doing fine until I stayed up watching crime documentaries and was too scared to sleep.”
“Nightmares?” The way the question fell from his lips sounded like he understood.
“Yeah,” you said, blushing a little at how terrified you seemed. You felt the mattress shift and noticed that Jughead scooted a little closer.
“I get them too,” he whispered, and you smiled to yourself. “I have these weird feelings…” he paused, “that one day I’ll wake up and everyone I love will be gone because I couldn’t stop whoever killed Jason.” Your heart broke at his words. His dreams went beyond your blood stains and faceless pursuers; Jughead dreamed of an unimaginable loss he could not control. How tormenting that must feel. “I know it sounds dumb, it’s just what happens. It’s become so common that, when I wake up, I’m not as scared anymore.”
You reached out a tentative hand, brushing it against his face soothingly. “That’s horrible, much worse than my nightmares.” You felt his hand grab yours, pulling it to his chest. You could almost feel his heartbeat in his chest from where he had placed your palm.
“It’s always either Jellybean, you, or my mom that I lose in my dreams.” His voice was quiet now, but not because he was tired. “I go to sleep fearing that I’ll have to see you die again like a few nights before.” You cuddled closer to Jughead, so close that you were both sharing the same air. Your hand still rested against his chest, his hand still holding it there.
“You won’t lose me,” you whispered, “I’ll be right here.” You felt him nodded against the pillow and you let out a sigh. “And to think I was the one that called you over here.”
“Y/N,” he said as he closed his eyes, “if you tell anyone that this happened I won’t sleep over ever again.” You let out a small giggle and Jughead smiled in the moonlight. His closed eyes made him look peaceful, his eyelashes fanning out against his cheeks
“Go to sleep Jughead. Your secret is safe with me.” You whispered and Jughead exhaled out his nose quickly.
“What secret is that?” His voice sounded tired, he was drifting off into sleep quickly. You smiled and closed your own eyes.
oKAY i was recently reminded of Gotham Academy and especially the little friendship established in #7 because man Maps and Damian make the cutest friends ever. And then i remember this fic i read about Damian inviting Maps to a gala about how Maps showed up in a 3 piece suit, and Damian is so confused like “I’m supposed to be the one in the Armani?”
I mean HEADCANONS ON THAT THOUGH!
- Damian might find it slightly strange that Maps would wear a tux, unlike the other girls who always wears dresses, but he totally respects her decision. - And then they got older, and Maps might grow to like dresses (i mean perks of being girls is having options for both dress and pants like why not take them?)