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A letter to every fanfiction author

Yes, this post is for you, the person who just spent another night writing a chapter for their fanfiction, writing for hours for those hungry fans who are following your work. 

This goes out to those amazing fanfiction authors who write amazing pieces of work. You have an amazing plot, beautiful descriptions and your characters are always perfectly in character. Reminding us all of the stories we love so much.

You make me laugh out loud. You make me cringe in embarrassment. You even make me mad enough to rant for hours. 

Originally posted by staycuteandcozy

But then, with your beautiful words and imagery, you make me sad. 

You make me cry and scream for those characters I love. You make me want to throw my tablet across the room while still wanting to hold it tightly to my chest. You make me feel emotions for these characters, emotions only the true creators have managed to pull from me.

Originally posted by a-chaotically-peaceful-soul

Why would you do this? Why break my heart into a million pieces and throw them to the wind to scatter my sadness around? I’m sure it hurts you more to create these stories. To see those characters you have loved, just as much as I, hurt or get hurt. It must break you bit by bit to write the words to complete that one scene. 

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

But also, thank you. Thank you for the beautiful story you crafted for hours. And thank you for making me feel those beautiful emotions. Thank you for letting me live with these characters for a little while longer.

Originally posted by behindthezenes

                                              Just, thank you. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.