I really really want to see fanfic commissions become more of A Thing . It’s absolutely something I’d pay for, and something that should most certainly be as common as fanart commissions.
I can see it being mutually beneficial in more ways then one.
The commissioner gets to read the idea that they really want to see happen . How many times have you come up with a something and been like, man I wish someone would write this??
The writer gets paid for their work, but it could also help them creatively if ever they were in a rut. Plus they have a guaranteed audience. even if it’s just one person, sometimes that’s all you need to get going.
So any writers out there who might be reading this: consider it. you are good enough.
Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” And a very pleasant thought it is.
Warning: Language, making out, and utter ridiculousness
A/N: I had more free time than I anticipated, so you’re getting this early. You have the snow storm to thank for this nonsense.
It’s Fanfic Sunday! (Monday whoops, ran a little late because I got carried away with the writing) Prompt is Formal Event + aquarium date, suggested by an anon and the discord chat! <3 Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy the read! Will try to do the other prompts next time! Read it under read more!
Requested: no but a little angst never hurt anyone. also shoutout to Emily for being awesome.
Word count: 3,001
Shawn was the kind of guy that on the outside seemed like such an innocent boy, but those who actually knew him, knew that was the biggest fake facade you could ever come across.
I couldn’t count how many girls he had slept with only using my ten fingers. I couldn’t keep up on the names of the girls that had walked out of our front door after a night out and I surely couldn’t keep track on how many girls, he snuck in late at night when he thought I was sleeping.
Someone like you, so unfashionable and plain (with quite a bit of extra pounds on…) shouldn’t be the famous Bruce Wayne’s assistant.
Sometimes, when he received important and rich people in his office, you were almost ashamed to show them the way…Not ashamed of yourself. Not at all. To be honest, you had been teased on your weight and such enough in school to not care anymore.
No, you weren’t ashamed of yourself in front of such fancy people…you were ashamed for Mr. Wayne.
How could he let someone like you be the first thing his clients and partners would see ? Surely, it gave them the wrong idea about the man, like he wasn’t classy enough or something, if his assistant was…You.
Or maybe he chose you because he thought people would think he was nice to give you such a great job, you, a nobody from the Narrows, the poor little orphan. Maybe they thought he was charitable to give you, a bland and simple person, a taste of the lavish and fancy lifestyle they all lived ?
You didn’t really know how it happened. But one thing for sure…you were definitely his assistant.
Little did you know that, on the day he gave you the job interview, you made quite an impression on him.
Two years ago :
Stress. You were nothing but stress. It was your fourth interview of the week to get a new job, and definitely the one you were the most stressed about. I mean, so far, you had an interview to work in a supermarket, two to work in a fast-food, and one to be a waitress in a shitty diner…Oh my God why did you even apply to this job ? It was so out of your league !
You felt underdressed just sitting in this more than fancy waiting rooms. Like for real, the seats were covered in wonderful red velvets, and you were pretty sure there were real Picasso and Monet paintings on the walls…
Besides, you weren’t the only one waiting to get an interview with the famous Bruce Wayne, and the other candidates were…Well.
They were out of this World.
They were some of the most beautiful women you ever seen.
…What were you doing here ? It was clear you wouldn’t get the job.
But damn the way they were looking at you, you and your used woman suit you bought in a thrift shop, made you want to slap them, and just to spite them, and though it was quite obvious you didn’t stand a chance, you didn’t leave.
Of course, you were the last one to be called by the very handsome Mr. Wayne (seriously though, why did he have to look that good ? He was one of the best thing that ever happened to Gotham and it’s disadvantages inhabitants, such as you. He was smart, a genius. Billionaire. And the most handsome man you ever met). So when you entered his huge office, with windows showing you the best side of Gotham, and not the dirty gutters you were coming from, you were more stressed than ever, and afraid to simply throw up on him because of it…
He was such a gentleman. He didn’t make any comment about how different you looked compared to the other candidates. He didn’t even seem slightly surprised. He just smiled at you, of his extremely charming smile, and gestured for you to sit down.
-Well hello Miss…(Y/L/N) is that it ?
Why ? WHYYYY ?! Why did you have to say “hello” in such a weird way ? You were ready to run out of his office, when you noticed his smile widening, and becoming almost genuine. There was a small silence, and strangely, it wasn’t an awkward one at all. He breaks it with his deep and soothing voice :
-So. Miss (Y/L/N), I have just one question for you…Why did you even bother to apply to be my personal assistant ?
You stiffened. Oh. Maybe not so much of a gentleman. You narrowed your eyes at him a bit, not able to control yourself. Years of bullying in school had turn you into a “come back master”.
tbh while I get why people don’t like established relationship fics - as a good portion of the time they’re written with your otp breaking up or their relationship consists of a lot of angst until the very end - I personally love them so much.
Like I don’t get how you could not like your otp being together, being happy, and navigating a relationship, which can be very hard, but then they work through it. Like I love reading about my otp doing the little, sweet things together as well as going through the big things together. If an established relationship fic is written right and written well, it makes for a really compelling story to me. Like, I’m in love with this couple, so I could read about them doing this and that all day long, about them smiling as they kiss and them having little squabble’s over who gets the grocery’s or who forgot to call the plumber because the toilet is still on the fritz, or who is the clean one who gets annoyed at the other’s messiness, etc, etc.
I love reading about their intimate conversations that lead to them falling even more in love with each other.
I love reading about their sexual relationship developing and changing as they try new things, but also how they become familiar with what the other person likes the more they have sex.
I love reading about my otp having a hard time but getting through it. They have fights but they make up.
But even break-up fics with an at first established relationship can be interesting - which, I feel, might be a reason why some people might not like established relationship fics - because then we get to read about them getting back together, which can also be just as sweet.
But really I just love reading about my otp being together and never giving up on each other and always working it out. tbh give me all the established relationship fics, because it feels like we so rarely get a happy ending for our fave couples in the tv shows/books/movies we consume, but with fic we can get that all we want, and with established relationship we get to see them be together when tv shows/books/movies so rarely show us a happy couple - and when they do, it feels like it isn’t long before they break them up. Which can work or not work, if it’s written well, but at this point tv shows/books/movies have done it so often that it’s tiring seeing couple and after couple break up, and most likely not be endgame in the end anyway.
But with established relationship we get to see our otps be together, which is what we really want anyway.
Not that fics that are our otps getting together aren’t amazing, because they are just as amazing and fun and wonderful.
But give me an established relationship too and I’ll eat it up like candy because yes, I get to read a story with my otp being together and happy and in love after the getting together part and I’m not just imagining it. It’s the most wonderful feeling to me to read things like that.
Just, give me all the established relationship pls.
Harry’s a Pilates Teacher and He Likes Bambi. A lot.
“James is never angry, thank you very much. He is the most content of all cats, actually. The vet says she’s never seen a more comfortable cat.”
“What sort of a name is James for a cat anyway?”
“I love Gavin and Stacey.” Harry stared back her, his face blank, willing her to go on. “James Corden.”
“You named your cat after James Corden?”
“Got a problem with that?”
“No,” he smirked. “Not at all.”
8500 words, be nice. I tried.
A big thank you to my home gals @islareeveswriting and @harrysmeadow for once again being true angels and reading this one several times for me, and spotting all the things that didn’t make sense which I’d missed. Where would I be without them?
Request: Hiiii ! I have a really cute idea in my mind, and I was wondering if you could write an imagine, where reader’s mom is English teacher, and she suggested Jughead to tutor him, help him with his work, improve his writing style, and when she go to her house he met his daughter, a sweet, lovely and kind River Vixen and he falls for her immediately ? <333
Well look at that I actually did something productive, I’m so sorry for the wait on this request <3 I hope it was okay :)
NOTE: PLEASE LOOK AT A POST THAT FOLLOWS THIS ON MY BLOOOGGGG <3
Warnings: Didn’t proofread, I’m honestly so dead / mild mild swearing
“You’re writing what?” Archie raised an eyebrow.
The ginger and his beanie clad best friend were sat in a booth at Pop’s, drinking the evening away with rounds of strawberry and chocolate milkshakes.
“A novel,” Jughead replied simply, sipping on his straw.
“About Jason Blossom. As in the Jason Blossom who got shot this summer?” Archie had to clarify. Jughead tried to refrain from rolling his eyes.
“Last time I checked there was only one,” He reached under the table and emerged with his laptop bag. “Although a clone would make a thrilling plot twist.”
“Are you sure that’s healthy? Writing about a murder? I mean, it’s all you’ve been talking about for the past few weeks and maybe it would be better just to drop the subject,” Archie tried to advise, ignoring the shaking of Jughead’s head in disapproval.
“You know what maybe I’d have more stuff to talk about if you were around this summer,” He scoffed, the bitter tone is his voice taking Archie by surprise. “I don’t need your opinion on the context anyway, I need help on my writing and the words I use and the structure. It all flows in my head but when I try to put those words on paper, my mind just clouds over and all I’m left with is unnecessary rambling.”
“Speaking of rambling, there’s no point talking to me about this Juggie. There’s nothing I can say to you in this situation that would actually help you out rather than annoy you with my irrelevant comments,” Archie shrugged, leaning back into the booth and slumping casually.
Jughead rested his head in his hands. He’d been suffering with writers block for over a week now and it was killing his novel. He needed something inspiring and he needed it fast.
“What about Mrs (Y/L/N)?” Archie suggested and Jughead’s head snapped up, his attention having been caught.
“What about her?”
“Isn’t she offering small after-school tutoring sessions because the school offered to pay her?” Archie took out his phone and pulled up the school website, showing Jughead the ‘news’ page which informed them of the opening.
“Why would she even do that?” Jughead took the phone off of Archie and quickly scanned the article, picking out key information like contact details which he proceeded to write down on a napkin.
“I think the school is offering her a pretty decent amount, they’re having to secure their teacher reputation record because of…. ya know,” Archie trailed off. “Anyways, she’s a pretty nice teacher right? Smart too, I’m sure she’ll give you all the artsy, angsty advice you need to fuel your supposed novel,” He reached over the table and took his phone back, leaving Jughead to think things through.
“Mrs (Y/L/N)?” Jughead stayed behind after class, now standing at the side of the teachers desk. The aforementioned woman looked up through her glasses and smiled warmly at the boy.
“Yes Jughead, how can I help?” She put down the papers she was grading and gave him her full attention.
“Well, it’s nothing really just something stupid,” Jughead scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He was almost ashamed in himself for not overcoming his difficulties alone and having to ask an English teacher for help. Archie was probably right anyway, the concept was stupid.
“Please Jughead, I’m sure it’s not as stupid as you say,” Her voice was smooth and reassuring. Jughead slung his arm so that his backpack fell off of his shoulder and onto the floor. He took out his drafted manuscript, which had been kept under lock and key for weeks. He wouldn’t let anyone see his work until he was sure it was up to his own standards.
Mrs (Y/L/N) didn’t seem to be giving away much with her facial expressions as she nonchalantly skimmed through the pages, nodding her head and humming. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she put the pages down and looked up at the nervous brooding boy before her.
“W-What do you think? It’s just an early draft, I just wanted to know if you could maybe help me improve it. I don’t mean to waste your time or anything though, of course!” Jughead scrambled to pick up the manuscript and shove it back in his bag, refusing to meet the English teacher’s eyes.
“It’s great Jones, very interesting take on the whole ordeal. Very real,” She reached out a hand, stopping him in his path. Mrs (Y/L/N) stood up and neatly tucked in her chair before coming round to the front of the desk and perching on the edge. “I’d love to discuss it with you in more detail, if you would be okay with that?” She had already pulled out her diary from her desk and started to scribble some notes down in the dates of this week.
“Yes, that would be great. Umm when and where Miss?” Jughead didn’t want to sound too eager but he couldn’t help but feel a flood of relief.
“I’d have you come in during a lunchtime but sadly I have reports to do and papers to mark for the seniors. I’ll send you my address and contact details over school email okay, we’ll try and meet for afternoons for a week and see where we go from there,” The teacher scribbled all of this down whilst Jughead just made a simple mental note. He was on a laptop 24/7 anyway, he didn’t need to be promoted to check his emails.
“She must really want to help you then,” Veronica laughed as Jughead explained his daily English plan also now known as ‘his excuse for not turning up to group days at Pop’s for the next month or so’.
“Guys she’s just interested, it’s actually quite nice to be offered some professional support considering it’s been weighing me down,” Jughead sighed, picking at his fries. The Sad Breakfast Club were all gathered by the bleachers eating their lunch and just sticking to their casual weekday routine.
“You’re making it sound as if she’s your therapist,” Kevin pointed out and the others nodded with smirks, much to Jughead’s annoyance.
“Wait, doesn’t she have a kid?” Betty perked up, finally chiming into the conversation after just simply observing. There was a brief moment of silence as everyone contemplated her question.
“I think so…” Veronica didn’t sound so sure.
“If she does, she probably goes to another high school. I’ve never seen or heard of anyone like that around Riverdale high,” Jughead simply shook it off. Boy, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into.
He’d been knocking for almost five minutes now. Perhaps it was the determination to just finish the chapter that kept him standing at the (Y/L/N) doorstep that Wednesday afternoon but it was slowly seeping away, seeing as nobody was willing to answer. Or maybe it was fate, because if he left a little earlier, there was a chance he may have never met her.
“Hello?” That honey voice Jughead recognised came from behind him but it sounded even sweeter, soft and innocent almost. Perhaps even angelic if you wanted to go that far. He turned around, his expression irritated but his features quickly softened when he took in your appearance.
You were stood there in all your beauty, gym bag slung over shoulder and River Vixen uniform proudly on display. Your hair was tied in a tight high ponytail that could rival Betty Cooper’s, adorned with blue and gold ribbons.
“Um, hi. I’m sorry, do I have the wrong house?” Jughead stuttered, his face changing from pale to tomato red very quickly.
“Oh no, this is the right house. You must be the boy my mother told me about,” Her confused expression instantly shifted into a warm smile, her eyes bright and welcoming. That smile could melt an iceberg. “She said you’d be stopping by, for help with your poem or novel or whatever it was. She’s out right now getting the groceries but luckily I have my spare key so you can come on in and binge some snacks with me,” She giggled heartily, skipping past him and unlocking the door. She beckoned Jughead to follow her as she dropped her gym bag off by the stairwell and ran into the kitchen, emerging with bags of popcorn.
Jughead grinned, following her into the living room where they both sat down on the same couch and started to talk.
She had only recently moved to town to stay with her Mum. Her parents were divorced and her Dad wanted time alone with his new family so they could settle in together, to your dismay. Thanks to her prestigious background, Cheryl had been quick to accept her as a River Vixen but other than her five minutes of fame at the audition, she’d purposefully sunken into the background of Riverdale High, keeping a low profile and fulfilling her role as a wallflower.
Jughead noticed how expressive she was. She would move her hands when she talked, waving them all over the place and gesturing. She could tell the whole story with her bright eyes, which leaked with emotion and passion. The words she used and her way of phrasing things filled Jughead’s head with ideas. The inspiration he’d been looking for was right in front of him and it hit him quick how fast he was falling head first for the charming Vixen.
“And then I told her that it wasn’t fair that ethnic minorities are portrayed that way in this show but she decide- Jughead? Are you alive? Helloooo Earth to Juggie?” You waved your hand in front of his face since the boy seemed to be lost in a trance. The two of you had been talking for almost an hour now and you’d been concealing your blush whenever he stared at you. It was undeniable he was kind of cute and different to most other boys you’d met. To him though you were probably the perfect girl next door. Untouchable and innocent. Not with your history, no. Nobody is ever perfect in Riverdale.
“Sorry I was just thinking about how pretty you look,” Jughead smirked, the confidence coming from nowhere. Jughead even looked surprised himself at his comment. You felt flustered and you looked down so he couldn’t see your rosy cheeks. So… he wants to play huh?
You scooted closer to him on the couch, slowly draping your legs over his lap and leaning back onto a pillow lazily. He was looking at you, eyes wide. You batted your eyelashes innocently, smiling up at him in a way that could only be described as… seductive?
You had no idea where this mood came from and neither did he. Some harmless flirting didn’t hurt nobody though.
Within the next five minutes you were snuggled into his side talking about your day whilst he was stroking your legs and wrapping his fingers around the curls in your hair. There was just some kind of comfort and butterflies you felt when so close to him and it was clear he felt the same.
“Am I really pretty?” You suddenly mumbled, rubbing over your stomach subconsciously. You’d always been insecure about your weight and it had been your weakness when it came to dealing with high school bitches.
Jughead leaned back and gave you a look. “I’m being honest when I say you’re honestly so pretty, and it’s not all about your looks. You have a great personality from what I can tell. I mean, I can’t really judge you yet but based on the cover of your book you’re funny and charismatic and I would love to take you out on a date,” The last part was barely audible but you’d heard every single word. You sat up quick, mouth wide open. You began to fidget with your hands like you always did when the words just wouldn’t come out. You could just whisper.
“I would love that,” You stared at his soft lips and he blushed, staring right back at yours. You scooted closer once more, leaning in.
“I’M HOME HONEY!” The front door slammed shut and the sound of bags being dumped on the floor was heard from the hallway. The two of you jumped apart quickly as your Mum walked in to find the two of you, sitting on opposite ends of the couch with red faces. “Hey guys, I bought pizza! If you want to stay for dinner Jughead just let me know, (Y/N) can you help me unpack these groceries please,” She smiled at the both of you before walking off to the kitchen.
You reluctantly sat up but before you left the room, you turned around to meet Jughead Jones’ eyes. You smiled bashfully.
“It’s a date.”
i’m so sorry that i’m slow and ew, i hope this was okay + didn’t proofread because i’m dead. Will read tomorrow :)
neil the mess vs. andrew the calm, cool, & collected
we all know that andrew hates messes, right? he eats in a particular way just to avoid mess, so why wouldn’t that play a bigger part in andrew’s life?
and we all know neil, quick on his feet, never one to back down, and always digging himself into a deeper, and deeper hole.
here’s the thing though. neil, while on the run, couldn’t afford to have more possessions than he can carry in his bag. they also had to leave behind things that would slow them down, or were of no value. they couldn’t risk waisting time by packing everything they have. so yeah, they had very little and sometimes that very little was even too much and was ditched to become even less.
but neil doesn’t live that life anymore. he no longer can fit everything in side his bag. he has more belongings than he’s ever had in his entire life.
more than what he knows what to do with.
- neil is so used to carrying so little things, and leaving behind anything that couldn’t be taken easily, so when he starts owning more things, things get a little messy…
- neil doesn’t see the problem with leaving clothes lying on the floor, or blankets strewn about, or even leaving cupboards open occasionally. why does it matter? it’s of no use to them, clothes take too much time to pack, blankets bring too much weight, and remembering to close a cabinet door is less important than making sure a bullet doesn’t take your life
- so he’s a bit of a mess, as everything else about him. before, he had nothing, and was even forced to leave nothing behind. so how the fuck is he supposed to handle having more than he can keep track of? it’s a constant battle. what to keep? what to leave behind? what’s important? what’s not?
- andrew isn’t having any of it
- it costs $0.00 to clean up after yourself and he won’t settle for tripping over strewn about clothes in the middle of the night when he’s trying to go for a smoke. or trying to navigate his way in the kitchen at night to have a few cookies and have his shins hit against opened cabinet doors
- andrew really, really dislikes messes
- andrew is tidy to a T but somehow the others don’t notice
- the foxes have it all wrong. they think neil is the one constantly cleaning up the apartment of andrew’s messes, and that andrew is the one causing all the destruction
- but really, neil is the messiest person andrew has ever known, and he hates him, except for the fact that he doesn’t
- so yeah, andrew spends his time cleaning up neil’s messes, and neil continues to make everything disastrous
- sometimes after a particularly bad nightmare, andrew will leave neil still asleep in the bed and spend the rest of the night until the early morning cleaning the house. he mops the floor
more times than necessary, wipes down the counters at least three times, dusts the place top to bottom, and rearranges things for hours
- it’s methodical, it’s simple, it keeps his mind focused on something that’s not the darkness of his past. whether he’ll admit it or not, it’s just about the only that helps calm him down besides a cigarette, neil’s presence, or the weight of one of the cats sitting in his lap
- and sometimes, because neil is very self-aware even when he’s sometimes not, he’ll purposefully create a mess for andrew to clean when neil knows he needs it
- andrew knows, but he doesn’t say anything. just simply folds the clothes neil keeps discarding on the floor and afterwards if it’s a yes, pulls neil down with a hand on his neck and instead makes a mess of neil
the amount of “shut up”, “nobody cares”, “nobody asked for your opinion”, “why do you even open your mouth”, “nobody is listening to you, so stop talking” etc. I hear every day makes it really hard to talk about my problems im sorry please dont take it personally
also u know what’s makes my head spin? knowing people are out there… not yet grasping the concept that nct u is rotational…. and that there won’t be the same lineup as their debut… listen let it go, t7s was great but you .. ok there we go my head spinnin again