Alright, I've been fighting myself for the last few months about asking for this, but fuck it. There was a 92'sies fic called "There's Birds Everywhere and My Stomach Hurts (This is Hell)" by GodsHumbleClown. It was part of a whole series and I loved it more than anything. I went to search it up because it genuinely means the world to me and it's been deleted. I won't lie when I say I genuinely cried because it was SUCH a comfort read for me. Does anyone happen to have it downloaded because, again, I'm getting desperate to reread it and it means so much to me 😭
This is my last shot in the dark, a hail Mary if you will. If anyone has it saved, or any of its companion works, I'm not joking when I say I will love you forever 🙏
bro if you could ,, if you could do jatherine ,, bro ,, bro i'd pay u ,,
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She was warm, a contrast to his shivering body. No wonder considering her heavy cloak lined with fur on the insides, the white material tufting out from beneath it. He couldn’t even get started on the rest of her outfit. A perfect picture, one jack had never managed to get on paper. Light purple with dark blue accents lining her dress, the light fur pulling it all together.
He never got tired of looking at her.
“You shouldn’t be out alone so late” he murmured softly, humming to himself when he felt a hand start to run gently through his curls.
“You should know by now that I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“Oh I wasn’t worried about you.”
Author’s Note:
I’m not sure I’ve ever written a fic for Jatherine so this was actually a lot of fun! I always like writing fun lil oneshots,, them my beloved I adore them
Thank you for the ask <33
Jack was cold.
New York was never pleasant during the winter, and this was no exception.
Jack was cold, and he was stripped down to his undershirt and pants, sat quietly in front of a steadily falling fire. They hadn’t had enough money to pay for enough wood or to keep the heat going, though they never did during the winter, and this was the result. He was almost thankful for how many boys were huddled in the lodging house, since body heat was the only thing keeping them going.
He was soaked from selling. The streets were covered in snow, but work never stopped for Jack Kelly. He was outside all day hawking headlines to the birds. He’d barely sold thirty papers. An already easy indicator that he wouldn’t be eating dinner tonight.
His limbs ached and shouted for some rest and warmth, but the fire just wouldn’t provide, and Jack was nowhere close to sleeping.
He could hear steps approaching, the clicking of heeled boots almost startling him, and the gentle hand that rested on his shoulder even more. He knew who it was before he turned around, a tired but happy smile tugging at his lips as he got a look at her.
“Evenin’, Kath.”
“Kelly”
He shifted over slightly on the floor to allow her to sit down, allowing himself to settle against her once she was seated.
She was warm, a contrast to his shivering body. No wonder considering her heavy cloak lined with fur on the insides, the white material tufting out from beneath it. He couldn’t even get started on the rest of her outfit. A perfect picture, one jack had never managed to get on paper. Light purple with dark blue accents lining her dress, the light fur pulling it all together.
He never got tired of looking at her.
“You shouldn’t be out alone so late” he murmured softly, humming to himself when he felt a hand start to run gently through his curls.
“You should know by now that I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“Oh I wasn’t worried about you.”
He laughed as he felt a hand playfully hit the back of his head, a light airy noise still filled with exhaustion, but happy nevertheless.
“You’re soaking wet.” Katherine hummed softly, eyes skimming over him briefly before she made eye contact once more. Jack was all to distracted by her eyes to respond, but he was quickly brought back to earth with a gentle nudge of her shoulder.
“S’just snowy out. It happens, I’m fine.”
“If you die of hypothermia I’m going to hold it over your head forever.”
“Awww you’d miss me though.”
“Miss making fun of you”
“Uhuh” Jack responded sarcastically, dramatically laying his head onto Katherine’s shoulder, grinning when he saw her scrunch her nose at his wet hair on her clothes.
“Have I ever told you how drop dead gorgeous you are?”
“You’re unbearable.” And yet the arm that wrapped around his side for a moment to pull him closer said otherwise. Her hand moved to brush his hair out of his eyes, idly pushing through it with a soft smile, while jack moved an arm to rest loosely around her side.
Is anyone else getting tired of "have a good rest of your day"? If I say "have a good day," is it not understood that I am addressing the rest of the day? That I am not suggesting that people go back in time to have a good day? I can't bring myself to put this into a fic even when it seems like this is how people talk. What the hell am I missing
BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!
but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?
genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.
LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.
Nothing beats the feeling when you start getting comments on every fic in a fandom or ship from one person, and it’s clear that they’re going on a fic-binge.
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
I's pedantic gift to the world: it's "Jack's and my favorite newspaper," not "Jack and I's favorite newspaper." The possessive determiner of "I" is "my." My favorite newspaper. The possessive form for Jack is "Jack's." Jack's favorite newspaper. Put them together and you have "Jack's and my favorite newspaper." See what I did there at the beginning of this post
Love seeing loved ones this weekend, but you kinda need to slip away to take notes for your next fic chapter, but struggle to thonk [sic] of a good excuse... Because you write fanfic but no one knows but other fic writers...
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