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The Fanfictioner Ch.4: Script

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"This has to be a fucking joke," Sonic slams the script against the table and looks up to his friends. "I am not doing this, I am not getting paid enough."

Today is 'reading script day' Sonic Boom cast is given two weeks to memorize their script before starting to film. At this meeting, the main actors gather in a big room to read the script and get pointers on what the director wants.

"I am so excited!" Knuckles did a small twirl as he sits on his chair and happily starts reading the script again. "This is a dream come true!"

"I am not acting on this fanfic thing!" Sonic says and then looks over at Tails. "Tails, what are my possibilities for getting out of this one?"

"You are on contract Sonic, you can't afford a lawsuit."

"I would be against this but this is the best writing I've seen from this show," Sticks also takes her to sit with a cup of tea in her hand. "It's like the writers actually put effort."

"I have to agree with Sticks, it's cheesy and a bit cringy but it's kinda interesting."

Amy is not speaking. This is probably the first time in which she would have so much screen on an episode. She is barely on half of the script and all of it is bonkers. It read like fanfiction with the usual SonAmyShad tropes. The script starts with Amy running in the forest after she sees Sonic kissing some random girl. Then she bumps into Shadow and then blah blah boring stuff.

Suddenly the conference room slams open, revealing no other than Shadow the Hedgehog himself. Wearing shades and a black leather jacket. Amy wonders how many of those he must have. She still needs to return the one he lent her.

"I am not doing this shit," Shadow says as she sits on his chair and crosses his legs. Slamming the script against the table and almost breaking it in half.

"Great," defeated Sonic sits next to Amy who is still not speaking her mind. "The script is shit and now I am agreeing with Shadow too."

"Do not misunderstand me, I am fine acting on anything as long as the writing is good."

The pink hedgehog is between the two and her mind brings her memories of Shadow acting in 'Forest of Dreams' which is still one of her favorite movies. Amy knows for a fact Shadow can act in a romance film. After all, he is known to be a 'dreamy' actor and even likes a 'prince' ... At least that's what his fangirls say about him.

"But look at this! If they want a good ShadAmy story then they should just read First Im-"

Shadow stops and by this time Amy is looking at him. She could swear she saw a little bit of red on Shadow's cheeks but she concludes that it must be her mind playing tricks since she slept really late yesterday.

"First what?" Amy asks as Shadow thanks Chaos she could not see through his shades because otherwise, she would see the panic in his eyes.

"First, just first," Shadow quickly corrects himself. "They should learn how to read first!"

"What if all say no?" Sonic speaks up, trying to get Amy's attention since she looks to be too busy looking at Shadow. "Hey can't force us to do this if we all say no?"

"But I do want to do this!"

"Knuckles!"

Before everyone could get angrier at Knuckles, Mr. Johnson the Rabbit, the director walks into the meeting room. Following from behind are the show writers and Mia the Hedgehog, Shadow's tiny manager.

The air could be cut with a knife. Shadow is already throwing daggers at everyone with his eyes. They all quietly take their seats and after a few seconds of deadly staring, the director finally speaks up.

"Alright, how much for your to participate in this?"

"No amount of money is gonna make me act on that," Shadow crosses his arms in front of his chest, looking directly at Mr. Johnson. "Besides my contract ends every season ... I won't renew my contract unless you change the horrendous writing."

Everyone wanted to interrupt. Why did everyone's contract be valid until the entire series ends but Shadow's contract was per season? Still, they just let the actor speak his mind.

"Look, ShadAmy is the most popular ship of the moment. If we do this right, do you know what it means?" Mr. Johnson makes a pause. "Your first Ammy award. You have never been nominated for this award, right?"

Shadow rolls his eyes, the thought alone is stupid to him.

"Do you really think I can get nominated? Not with that shitty story."

"It's what the people like! Full of drama!"

"They kiss on the first episode!"

"And we will have a pregnancy trope too!"

Shadow facepalms so hard that he leaves a red mark on his forehead. He doesn't say anything else. He did not want to be disrespectful and he is at the point in which if he continues, he will definitely end up cursing at the old man.

Seeing his frustration, Mia, Shadow's manager, decided to speak for him.

"My client won't accept this role unless the writing changes."

"We have four writers on this, isn't it enough?" Mr. Johnson points at the writers who just waived awkwardly at Mia and Shadow who were bashing their writing.

"No offense to your writers but even Knuckles can write a better love story," Mia says and everyone turns to look at Knuckles who crosses his arms in front of his chest and just shrugs.

"I can, actually."

"I think our biggest problem is the radical change in genre. We are an adventure show, not a romance one," Tails, as always, tries to be the middle man. Looking at both perspectives, it wouldn't be bad to add romance to the show since it will bring more reception but the writers can barely write decent action scenes. He knew that writing romance ... good romance at that, will end in failure.

"I think it's better if we keep the adventure and just throw romantic elements from time to time."

"Shut up Tails, I actually want to see them kiss," Sticks has a devil smile on her face as she looks at Amy from the other side of the room. "Besides, you love dramas as much as I do."

Sticks did have a point. Besides this could help him get Sonic and Amy together if he plays his cards right.

"Mmm, I do love dramas."

"We still haven't heard Amy's opinion," Sonic interrupts and looks at the pink one. He just knew that Amy would be against it, but still wants to hear her opinion. "Amy ... Do you want to kiss Shadow?"

Was that even a question? Amy looks at Shadow who has his stoic, usual face. Although he did not look disgusted at hearing that, Amy just knew that he is thinking the same thing she is.

"Absolutely not. I hate it. I hate ShadAmy and all of it. It's so stressful and I won't act on this unless the writing gets better," Amy feels a heavy weight being lifted off her shoulders. She is not a picky actress, but she would also appreciate not being forced to do scenes she does not want to do. "Just get a better writer, please."

Now it is all up to the director, Mr. Johnson. Of course, it's not like he had much of an option after hearing everyone's opinion.

"Fine," he sighs heavily, taking off his glasses and lying back on his chair. "There goes our deadline."

"They ain't going to meet their deadline. Can they even find a good writer in just two weeks?"

"Whether they do or not, it's not our problem anymore. If they don't, we can just go back to the normal adventure stuff," Sonic says. "Besides we have two extra weeks to relax and chill."

Their meeting ended quickly and the group headed to Meh Burger. Except for Shadow who left in another direction as soon as everyone else exited the building. No one really cared where he went and left him be as always.

It was dead silence, and no one is in the mood to discuss the show further. Whatever would be, it will be.

"Anyways, Tails, how's Shadow's robot friend? Are you done repairing him?" Sonic asks as he takes a sip of his soda. He just wants to move on from the situation and stop hearing 'ShadAmy' this and 'ShadAmy' that. It got annoying.

"It's coming along. Shadow and Amy were able to find the piece I was looking for here. And Shadow went to Star Island to find the other metal I was looking for," Tails makes a short pause and this caught everyone's attention as Tails face began to express concern.

"It's going well but ..."

"But?"

Tails feels everyone's eyes on him. He did not feel sure about telling them the information he knows but the peer pressure started to kick in.

"While working on Omega, I find out some interesting insight about Shadow."

"Which is?" Sticks asks this time. She could care less about Shadow but Tails' nervousness made her believe that the secret Tails is keeping must be worth knowing.

Feeling like he had no other option and that at the end of the day, Shadow was doing nothing wrong, Tails decides to speak up.

"Well, turns out, Shadow actually likes to-"

"Fox hunt."

Tails did not even feel the goosebumps, he knows he is dead. The mere fact that he is still breathing is a miracle. That miracle was that if Shadow wanted to murder him, he would have to do it in front of witnesses.

"Especially foxes who can't keep their mouths shut."

"I- Um-" The fox wanted to apologize but no words would come out of his mouth. Would his friends step in to help him? Why are they so quiet?

"I need to talk to you ... In private," Shadow says, his voice has softened now and is no longer having a threatening aura. However, Tails knew that all of his mannerisms were to lure him into a trap.

"If Tails does not feel comfortable, he does not have to go with you Shadow," Amy interrupts the moment and at the sound of her voice, Shadow rolls his eyes.

"I need to talk to him about Omega and I don't want to do it here because, after those stupid rumors of us dating, I don't want any more paparazzi to take pictures of us interacting."

Tails take a few seconds to relax. He has to think clearly before a fight breaks out. For a fact, Shadow won't hurt him. He knows that would clearly affect his career and second, he has the upper hand. After all, Shadow had ... an interesting hobby. And Tails could blackmail him with that if anything.

"It's alright," Tails says as he stands up from his seat, his burger left untouched. "I'll go talk to Shadow."

"You tell anyone about my search history and I'll tear off one of your tails."

This came out better than Tails had expected. He thought that Shadow might have killed him off by now but instead, he invited him over to his home and gave him a cup of tea. Yes, Shadow is being awfully extreme with his words but he did it in such a manner that Tails did not feel threatened... that much anyways.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," Tails says."I promise I won't ever tell anyone that you are crazy about fanfiction."

Tails see Shadow get bashful at the word 'Fanfiction' and if he was being honest, he is not all innocent. He has had his fair share of reading fanfiction. Nonetheless, he is not as obsessed as Shadow is.

There were still many questions. Why did Omega have information on Shadow's web history? But he assumed that Omega, being the curious robot that he is, was just interested in Shadow's pastime and hacked into the wifi's server. Omega might be a smart robot but he is still not capable to understand 'privacy' May be he should do a few upgrades on the robot once he goes back to his lab.

"I am not crazy about fanfiction, I just-" Shadow makes a pause and thinks for a second. Yes, there is no saving on this one. "Well, maybe just a little."

"There is nothing wrong with that. I am just surprised. You seem to be the type to well ... Make fun of people who read fanfics, like Knuckles."

It's strange to be inside the home of his idol. Well, not really an idol, more like someone he deeply admires. Shadow has been acting since a young age but the reason why he started acting is still a mystery. However, one thing was clear. The reason why he chose to be in 'Sonic Boom' is simply that he is a fan of the show. At least, that's what Tails concluded.

"It's not just that I like fanfics ... Is that ... Well, they help me cope with some stuff and -"

"Hey, you don't have to tell me things that you are not ready to say," seeing his evident discomfort, Tails makes him stop. If Shadow did not want to talk about his past, then he shouldn't be forced to.

"I am not shaming you for reading fanfics, I am just curious."

"Curios? About what?"

Now Tails is getting to the juicy stuff. He just hopes Shadow did not take offense to his question.

"Since when do you like Amy?"

Shadow immediately shows disgust as he hears 'like' and 'Amy' in the same sentence. That alone told Tails two things. Either he is genuinely disgusted and hates Amy. Or he hates the fact that he likes her and he is lying to himself.

"I don't like the pink hedgehog. I like Amy from the show. Your Amy is annoying," Shadow quickly responds, almost spilling the dark coffee he is drinking.

"You even requested ShadAmy fanfiction."

"And? I think Boom Shadow and Amy have potential. Imagine all the scenarios."

Tails did not see it. But then again, he is not the most romantic-sensitive fox there is. Maybe Shadow, like Knuckles, can see love where he can't. Maybe it's not about the facts ... it's about the potential.

"Anyways, why are you so scared of people finding out that you like to read fanfics?" Tails move on to his next question. "I thought you were the type not to care."

On the other hand, Shadow is about to take a leap of faith. He just hopes it's the right one. He could have thought of anything. Some stupid excuse or dumb lie. But the fox boy is not stupid, he could see right through him. And all Shadow could do is pray to Chaos - Even if he does not believe in it- that Tails is a trustworthy fox, unlike that blue rat he has as his best friend.

"Well ... To be honest ... There is someone ..."

Tails keeps working on Omega. Finally, he is giving him the final touches and by that, he means an update on his lie detector. He is a fascinating robot but his hard drive definitely needed an update. Tails wondered just for how long Omega went around malfunctioning.

"How do you feel Omega? It's been a few long weeks since reparations started," Tails puts his goggles on top of his head as he looks for the wrench in his tool bag. "You must be feeling exhausted."

"I am a robot, I am unable to feel exhaustion."

"Well, then I am sure you are tired of being in my lab all day."

"On the contrary, I feel like I am in a robot spa."

Tails appreciated Omega's nice sense of humor. In a sense, he reminds me of Orbot and Cubot but is more advanced and can actually kill you. He is more of a war robot than an assistant and Tails could tell due to all the weapons and artillery in his inventory.

"Anyways, Omega ... So tell me a bit more about Shadow," Tails says as he uses the wrench to tighten Omega's loose screws. "Unless of course, you don't want to share anything-"

"He eats coffee beans and likes to read funny stories on the web. He something looks up pictures of-"

Knock Knock

"Anyone home?" Amy peaks her head onto Tail's lab. Although Tails' strength is mechanics, he also plays around with chemicals from time to time. Especially after Amy started to bring him precious and rare stones that helped him create better equipment for the team.

"Sally Acorn."

"Oh?"

Tails knew that he had told Amy to come by his lab to give insight on the metal rocks used on Omega, but for her to enter this exact moment ... She is going to start jumping to conclusions.

At first, Amy did not think too much about it. But then she saw all the signs. Tails starts to move his tails, his small ears are twitching. Omega is obnoxious as if he talking about an everyday thing. Thanks to her writing abilities and her way of shipping everything she sees, she can conclude that Tails likes the famous actress, Sally Acorn. It wouldn't be strange, however ... it's his nervousness that makes it strange. Tails wouldn't be so nervous, even more, when it's just a celebrity crush.

It had to be a celebrity crush because from what Amy knows, Tails still likes Zoe.

Now analyzing Omega. Why would Omega say the name Sally Acorn? What were they talking about that correlated to her?

"Think Amy ... Think. What do Tails and Omega have in common that made them say Sally's name? ... Things in common ... Mechanics? No, doesn't make sense Omega would say Sally's name .... Shadow? They must be talking about Shadow. What else would they be talking about? After all, it's Shadow who asked Tails to help him out ... Wait-

"What were you both talking about?" Amy asks as she walks closer to them.

"NOTHING!" Tails screams.

"Shadow likes to look at pictures of Sally Acorn."

After Omega said that so nonchalantly, Tails just looks at him and then back at Amy and her expression let Tails know that he better be preparing for his funeral.

It's going to take a few seconds before Amy could process the information and make conclusions about-

"SHADOW LIKES SALLY ACORN?!!!" Amy screams and Tails prays to Chaos no one else is around to hear her. "THE SALLY ACORN?"

"Shhh, I promised I wouldn't say anything!" The fox quickly runs and hits a button on the wall that makes his lab to completely shut down all the doors. He did not want to take any risks.

"Sorry, I got excited. Sally is a princess!

Amy makes a small twirl as there are hearts in her eyes. So many possibilities ... So many fanfics ideas.

"Poor guy, maybe that's why he is angry all the time."

Tails sees this, Amy's glowing eyes. Full of good intentions that will probably run it Shadow's chance to actually talk to Sally.

"Amy ... don't even think about it."

But it was too late.

"If I help Shadow get with Sally, this can be an excuse to spend more time with him and I can see him how he is in a romantic setting! I can learn so much for my fanfic!"

"Amy!"

Tails' voice interrupted Amy's thoughts, reminding her that she has to act normal.

"Sorry, what?"

"You can't say a word," Tails pleads to her and Amy lightly feels bad for making Tails feel in distress but sometimes she can't help it.

"Please. Only Omega and I know."

"It's fine," she sighs, taking control of her feelings for a second. "I promise I won't say anything. It's just that I am surprised Shadow is capable of ... feelings."

Now the two look at Omega who is the only one who could have answers about the mysterious actor, Shadow the hedgehog. Even the robot finds it a bit amusing that these two were too interested in Shadow's personal life.

"Shadow usually has one-time encounters or dates with other actresses on a secret ... But he has never had romantic feelings for anyone but Sally Acorn."

As Omega says that Amy's mind went completely crazy. This is good for her fanfic. A bad boy who has to try to love other people but fails only for him to fall in love with the person he can't have.

"AAAA THIS IS SO GOOD FOR MY FANFIC! AH! I NEED TO GO HOME AND WRITE!!!!!" Amy's thoughts were going crazy even when she was keeping a 'normal' face.

"Omega," Tails points at Omega, raising his voice a little. "You need to be more secretive about Shadow's life. Shadow trusts you not to say private things about him to others."

There are few beeping sounds, Omega is processing the information. After a few seconds, he speaks.

"My apologies. I do not talk to other beings often. When I do get ... overwhelmed with excitement and happiness."

Both Tails and Amy look at each other and then back at Omega. Not knowing how to feel, they just smile at the robot.

"It's ok buddy, you can come to talk to us whenever you want!"

Sonic swore to never read fanfiction again. Not after he read a smut fanfiction of him that included Tails and Knuckles. There were no tags and no content warning. And it just took a few sentences for him to run to the restroom and throw up in the toilet what he had for lunch and the day before too.

Not wanting to go throw the same pain again, he distanced himself from the fanfic world and his fandom overall. He would just post pictures of himself and food on his social media even though when would want to repost some fanart of him from time to time.

But ever since that fanfic weirdo posted "First Impressions" and now everyone is talking about it. And if he is being honest he is ... a bit curious about it.

Everyone is talking about it. From what he has heard from Knuckles, the story has currently 4 million views. It may not be big numbers but their Island does not even reach the 1 million population. Meaning that everyone on the Island has read First Impressions. Not only that but also other nearby or far away islands.

It's tempting. It really is. Especially after all the 'ShadAmy' merchandise that started to pop out. Unofficial of course. It is no wonder that everyone at the production of Sonic Boom wanted to push the ShadAmy agenda. After all, they could be making bank if they started to sell ShadAmy merch as well.

"I just don't get it," Sonic mutters to himself. "ShadAmy is so bad compared to SonAmy."

It has been a long day and he wants nothing but to sleep. It's been a busy week. He should be resting, next week the shooting of Sonic Boom will start and he is not ready. Physically that is because all this week he has been saving and helping some folks around the island. Sonic is not one to complain, this is his job as a hero but sometimes he just wishes he could sleep for an entire month. He was free time and suddenly Eggman starts to attack. Strangely enough, he never attacks during shooting time, maybe he is low-key a fan of the show himself. Even when a random dude in a costume is playing his part on the show.

Now all of this ShadAmy stuff ... he really needs a break.

When he finally arrives home, he goes to his mailbox to see if anything has arrived. He has recently participated in a casting for a movie and hopes to receive an answer soon.

The blue blur quickly opens his mailbox just to find fan letters and some bills. As he looks at them one by one, he walks inside his hut, closing the door behind him. He is going to throw all of the letters on his table so he could read them in the morning once he wakes up but he noticed a letter that caught his attention.

A black envelope, golden letters, and a wax stamp with a symbol of a crown with an emerald on the center. The symbol of the Acorn family.

To: The hero of the Seven Islands, Sonic the Hedgehog.

From: Sally Acorn, Princess of Acorn Island.

Amy did not know what to do with such juicy information. All she wants to do is go to Shadow and ask him all about it. When did he get feelings? When did he realize he had fallen in love? Does he personally know Princess Acorn?

Type Type Type

The keys on her laptop were used up. Almost impossible to see the letters. It does not matter too much since she has memorized all the keys.

She is almost done with her new chapter of "First Impressions" she just hopes it's good. This chapter did not have much romance. However, this chapter will work as a stepping stone to what's to come. She writes about Shadow and about how he is in love with a faraway princess and Amy, still has feelings for the blue bur.

The pink hedgehog stops for a minute. Was this too personal? Would people suspect? Nah. It should not be a problem. People tend to ship SonAmy and the only one who knows that Shadow likes Sally is her, Tails, and Omega and they don't read fanfiction.

Besides everything can be a coincidence. Right?

Right?

Amy falls into her sofa and puts her laptop on her face out of frustration. This is a good chapter. One that she is proud of but tragically, she feels like she is giving away too much information. Was this right? Trying to be kind to Shadow just to see what kind of information she can use for her fanfic?

She did not know what to do but she knew someone who could help.

Putting the laptop on the table and picking up her phone, she opens the app Xiscord and looks through her contacts. It's not like she has many friends. Mostly she is in SonAmy and now ShadAmy groups, although she doesn't talk much. She just enjoys reading other people's fics and fanarts. There she finds him.

ARoseWithoutThorns#0923: Hey, are u awake?"

Not even a minute passed and he answers immediately.

TheFanfictioner#: "Yeah just watching Breaking Evil and you?"

ARoseWithoutThorns: "I need help with something, like advice."

TheFanfictioner#0619: "Oh, well, I think I can help. What's up?"

With a big sigh, Amy starts typing on her laptop. She hopes that The Fanfictioner can give her some good advice. He may be a little bit dumb but he always knows what to say ... most of the time.

ARoseWithoutThorns#0619: "You see, I have a co-worker and I kinda dislike him. A LOT. But I am trying to get close to him because he reminds me of Shadow and I get inspired to write. I learned something personal and well ... I kinda want to use that for my fic."

After a few seconds, Amy sees that The Fanfictioner was taking a while a reply. The Xiscord only says "Typing" and that made her anxious for some reason.

TheFanfictioner#0619: "So, you are using the guy to write your fic?

ARoseWithoutThorns#0913: "Well ... yes. Is it wrong?"

More time passes between answers. Amy now knew for a fact that The Fanfictioner is most likely saying how she is a bad person and that she shouldn't be taking advantage of people like that. There is a small 'ring' sound on her laptop and she quickly changes tabs to see the message from The Fanfictioner.

TheFanfictioner#0619: "I don't think so? It's not like you doing anything wrong to him. You need personal experiences to write. I think that's something normal writers do. Besides it's not like he is going to know you are using him as an inspiration for Shadow."

Now it's a big relief. Besides its not like she is pretending to be Shadow's friend to get more information. Amy is sure that she has told Shadow multiple times that she hates him. If she is clear with him then there should not be a problem.

ARoseWithoutThorns#0913: "Yeah, you are right. I just overthink everything. Thank you."

TheFanfictioner#0619: "No problem Rose."

ARoseWithoutThorns#0913:"Rose?"

TheFanfictioner#0619: "You are ARoseWithoutThorns, right? I don't want to type all of that everything I refer to you. So Rose for short is better."

Amy did not mind nicknames. Actually, she is fond of them, like when Sonic calls her 'Ames' it is cute but someone using her last name as a nickname is not that appealing to her. Nonetheless, she does not mind as long as The Fanfictioner says it.

Before logging into her fanxfiction.com account to read the new comments on her new chapter, she replied to her online friend.

ARoseWithoutThorns#0913: "You are the one who is "The Fanfictioner", what I am supposed to call you? Fanfic? That's dumb."

TheFanfictioner#0619: "Come on, "The Fanfictioner" sounds cool af."

ARoseWithoutThorns#0913: "Yeah, for an edgy teen. I thought you were 23."

It has been weeks since they started chatting and they got to know a few things about each other. The Fanfictioner is a year older than her, he enjoys writing but mostly reading and reviewing fanfics. His job, where he lives, and all of those things were still unknown. And Amy did not care. Their friendship was based on pure admiration of one another and sharing the same interests. She wouldn't change it for anything.

TheFanfictioner#0619: "DON'T. YOU. DARE. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT."

ARoseWithoutThorns#0913: "From now on I'll call you ... Mr. Edge Lord"

TheFanfictioner#0619: "I regret meeting you. Goodbye."

ARoseWithoutThorns#0913: "DRAMA KING!!!"

After a few giggles and a little more talk, Amy is finally ready to post her new chapter. She just hopes she won't disappoint her readers. And before going to sleep, Amy logins into her writing account and clicks 'Publish' on fanxfiction.com.

Finally, the day to meet with the writers has arrived. Amy's phone is bombarded with notifications but she keeps it on silent. Everyone is in the meeting room. Tails, Knuckles, Sticks, Shadow, Mr. Jonhson, and the three writers. The only one missing is Sonic.

"It's not like Sonic to be late."

Actually, it is very like him to get late. At least for a few seconds. Due to his speed, he always tends to do things last minute because 'he can get anywhere in a few seconds.'

"We can't waste any time. We need to start recording right away," Mr. Johnson, the director, cues his writers and they start passing out the scripts for this new upcoming episode.

"Fine, but first let's see the script," Shadow says as Amy notices that his manager is not there with him. How strange. He is wearing sunglasses inside the room, very usual of him. However, Amy did not know if Shadow wears them because he sleeps late and he does not want anyone to see the dark circles under his eyes ... or just because he thinks he looks cool with them.

Probably the second option.

"Here it is."

All scripts were given to the actors and after a few minutes of reading, there started to be some concerns looks and questioning. They start to look at each other, trying to see if they were reading the same thing or if this is a prank.

" ... This is ..." Sticks is the first one to say something but before she could finish her sentence, Knuckles interrupts her.

"THIS IS FIRST IMPRESSIONS! THIS IS A FANFIC!"

If Amy could jump off a window right this moment she would. But they were on the first floor and there are no windows in this room. Maybe she is dreaming. Having a terrible, terrible nightmare.

"Yes!" Mr. Jonhson exclaims, smiling from ear to ear. "You said to get a better writer and we are! There is no better ShadAmy writer than the one who started the ShadAmy lore!"

"You got ARoseWithoutThorns to be a writer for Sonic Boom?" Tails asks.

Amy did not know how to feel. Should she feel happy that Tails knows about her fanfic? Or maybe vomit on the ground and pretend to die so they would cancel Sonic Boom forever.

"No, but we are!"

"Wait, wait ... You did not get the writer yet?" Shadow takes off his shades and puts them on the table. There is a different aura around him. Threatening, confident and demanding. "How do you plan to record this fanfic without the writer's permission?"

"That is the best part we don't have to!" the director stands up from his seat and starts to walk around the room. Almost twirling in circles as he explains his plan.

"Look, it's simple. We own all characters, stories and concepts of Sonic Boom. Technically, all fanarts and fanfictions are illegal ... If we wanted we could sue this person for writing with characters that they don't own."

"But they don't profit from their writing," Tails gives his five cents of knowledge about copyright claims. Is not his field of interest, but definitely knew that if the Sonic Boom show wanted, they could totally sue.

"But the website where they post does! So ... if we really wanted we could sue. Even if we don't win that is ok. Do you really think some fanfic writer could afford a lawsuit?"

Amy's mind starts to go crazy. It's probably melting right now and no one is realizing it because they are more concerned about acting for a fanfic story. Fanfic that she wrote. Some fanfic that she had no idea would become 'popular'. Now she is facing the consequences.

"I am surprised Sonic Boom can afford one."

"What are you trying to get with this?" Sticks speaks up as she looks at Knuckles who is already absorbed in the script, reading it in silence.

"Well, the writer has two options. Either they come to write for the Sonic Boom show or ... They can see us at court."

Shadow slams his fists onto the table. The sound makes everyone look at him, even Knuckles. He removes his sunglasses, revealing the dark circle under his eyes. Vermillion's eyes are terrifying and mesmerizing to look at.

"That is fucking evil," Shadow says as he points at the director and the writers who were looking pathetically afraid of the dark hedgehog.

"Look, I don't think you understand. The reason why this story is popular is that someone is writing this out of passion itself with no profit. The moment you start doing something because of money then all that passion goes away. It's not a hobby you do out of love but instead, it's a job you are forced to do."

Amy's heart begins to beat a little bit faster. He looks so confident and strong. He sounds genuine, it's not just something that offends him. It is something he ... Shadow is passionate about. Something he is willing to fight for.

"Also, I fucking hate it when big companies try to profit from individuals that are not harming anyone with the content they create," seeing how scared everyone is of him, he falls back into his chair. He should not be too concerned as long as he is clear that he won't act on this farse.

"I won't act on it unless I know for sure that the writer is ok with writing on the Sonic Boom show."

"Shadow..." Amy could only think of him now. Surprised to see this different ... and very kind side of him. It made her admire him just a tiny little bit more. Maybe he is not so bad after all.

There is a loud BAM coming from the entrance of the room. It is no other than the blue bur. Giving everyone a smile and entering like he owns the place. He has a thing for perfect timing and Amy feels like she is saved again by her hero.

"Well, that's going to have to wait," Sonic says as he walks around the large table. Shadow rolls his eyes in annoyance, to him Sonic has bad timing.

"Pack up everyone we are going on a trip!" He stands behind Amy and places his hands on her shoulders, gaining a small blush from the pink hedgehog. Shadow just huffs in silence without anyone noticing.

"You can't! We have to start recording!" The director screams at Sonic who quickly runs and stands in front of him.

"Section 4, page 26 of our contract says 'All Sonic Boom actors are renowned heroes and therefore, their hero duties come first. All show productivity will come to a pause whenever the heroes are called for duty."

The blue bur reaches behind his quills and pulls a black envelope. Tails want to question his actions but he thought that would be better for another time.

"And yesterday I received a letter from the one and only princess Sally Acorn," he places the letter on the table. From afar, Shadow immediately recognizes Sally's signature. It is her handwriting. For a moment he stops breathing.

"She wants us to escort and serve as bodyguards for an important diplomatic event."

"Does that mean-" Sticks could not even finish her sentence as she is happy at the possibility of exploring a new island.

"Yes," Sonic says. "We are all going to Acorn Island!"

There is another loud sound. This time is coming from Knuckles who slammed his heavy script against the table. His phone is in his hand, and he seems to be extremely worried about what is on it.

"Would everyone shut up? I am trying to read First Impressions' new chapter!

For now, Amy does not have to worry about becoming a writer for the Sonic Boom show.

But she takes a quick look at Shadow. He is good at hiding them. His feelings that is. But he is nervous. He silently taps the floor with his right foot. His arms are crossed and his nose wrinkles every few seconds.

"He is totally in love," Amy thought. "He is in love ... and I can totally use this for my fanfic!"

A/N: No. I do not care for grammar and spelling mistakes I do not have time to fix the issues :D anyways I do hope you enjoyed this chapter. Is just twist after twist right? We shall see what happens in the next chapter? See you soon!!!

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So i have heard about streamer or gamer Xiao right?.... Now, how about streamer Ganyu?

Imagine she was popular singer streamer, she popular bc her soft voice and her cover. Unlike his brother(Xiao) she streaming on YT, her content mostly just karaoke and free chat with her subscribers(she often upload some clip from her streaming and some vlog). Beside streaming she work as dubber as well (her subscribers mostly knowing her from games or anime dub).

Imagine her darling was dubber too, Ganyu not really interested in dubbing until she watch one of her favorite anime and her favorite character was dubbed by darling, so Ganyu work as dubber because she want to get close to darling. Until finally she got paired up with darling, she's so excited because she will dubbing as darling chara best friend, she gonna try impressive darling when they two record 👀.

Y'know some fans that "That's (Darling chara) girlfriend.... What do you mean they're best friend??? Don't you see they're flirty with each other??? Plus they're so cute together" Ganyu probably will say that too if darling or her fans find out. She's the shipper who will bad-mounthing other ship in her private Twitter, especially if the ship was including (Darling chara). She probably will not bad-mounthing platonic ship, especially if the other chara was (Darling chara) best friend sister or relatives instead she'll be happy because she imagine you two become a family and has one(or maybe more) child and happily life together.

Anyway Mera... Can I become "🍽💭 Anon"? I think I have send a couple imagine or Twitter fanart (The prof Albedo, Cat Xiao, Mermaid AU Prince Albedo, and other works), maybe i'll write some fanfic based on my imagine and maybe other inspiration from you or other anon ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Anyway I have some idea for vlogger/Youtuber Hu tao and Youtuber Zhongli(Zhongli family members was almost full time job as YouTuber and streamer lol) ... Maybe if you interest I can send some of my idea?

This one is dedicated to the Ganyu lovers. <3

(cw: yandere, obsession, ganyu loves and idolizes you a little too much, mention of kidnapping/drugging, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, cyberstalking, xiao gives horrible advice and is somewhat of an enabler for ganyu)

Her community is so welcoming and inclusive. Everyone’s just having a good time in the chat, happily complimenting her newest cover or telling her how their day went. Ganyu has amassed quite the loyal fan base since she started streaming. At first she was faceless because she didn’t have a proper set-up and was still learning how to do everything. (Zhongli kindly gifted her what she needed in order to become a better streamer). Xiao suggested she become a VTuber and Ganyu thought it would be a fun, interesting way to engage with her growing community. She has some difficulty figuring everything out, but once she learns the ropes she’s ready to go! Her model is really cute; it even has different outfits for different occasions. She received a lot of support for her debut as a VTuber, too! Xiao also gave her a shoutout on his stream, so there’s that as well.

Outside of streaming, she’s a voice actor who often voices in games or anime. It’s no secret that Ganyu’s a huge fan of your work. You’re the whole reason she even started voice acting and whenever she plays a game you voiced in she can’t help but fangirl a little. It took her lots of hard work before she got her very first job voicing in an indie game. Everyone really enjoyed the character she played and the voice, so those who were curious enough looked her up and started following her socials. Ganyu tends to overwork herself when it comes to dubbing because she firmly believes that she must keep doing her best in order to one day get to your level and (if she were to meet you) impress you with everything she’s learned.

All of her hard work seems to finally pay off when she auditions for a character in an anime and is chosen for the voice! She’ll be voicing the main character’s closest friend. Ganyu soon finds out that her idol (aka you) will be voicing the main character. Which means that there’s a very high chance she’ll get to meet you and record with you in person!! She’s so excited that she can hardly wait for the day. In the meantime, she streams a bunch of different games and practices in preparation—anything to improve her skills while also passing the time. Her chat notes that she seems much happier, far more upbeat than usual.

When asked if something good happened, Ganyu’s VTuber model smiles and she says, “You could say that… It’s a really good thing, but I’m afraid I can’t say much yet.” And her chat is left to wonder what happened to contribute to Ganyu’s good mood.

She definitely tells Xiao about it (and perhaps even Zhongli if he asks). Xiao’s just pleased her dreams are coming true and Zhongli is…doing his best to understand. He’s still not accustomed to all of the streamer lingo he often sees whenever he joins either Xiao’s or Ganyu’s stream. But he wants to support her no matter what, so he wishes her good luck when the fateful day finally arrives. Ganyu wakes up earlier than normal to get ready, putting on her best outfit and eating a breakfast that’ll keep her motivated. She’s finally going to meet you, her dearest idol—the one who inspired her to get into this line of work. After all this time, she can finally say everything she’s wanted to say to you.

You’re so nice to look at up close. Ganyu always thought you were attractive, but when she’s actually in the same room as you it’s clear that you’re even more radiant than ever. You’re like the sun, a bright light that has always kept her inspired. It’s you who helped her stay focused on her goals when she was second-guessing herself. It’s all because of you that she made sure to buy merch of the characters you voiced and she makes sure to watch all of the interviews involving you. She’s even got a cute notebook that she writes in, journaling new facts she learns about you each day.

The good thing about this role is that the both of you play characters who have significant parts in the storyline. She’s so happy to be able to record alongside you for such a major role, and she can’t help but turn into a flustered mess when you smile at her and tell her that it’s nice to meet her. She doesn’t even know what to say; she’s speechless and is simply caught up in how perfect you are. You’ve always been special to her and she always dreamed of the day when she could finally meet you and tell you about how you’re such a big inspiration and that she loves you so much and that she hopes to become your dearest friend one day—or maybe even your lover. Oh, that would be a dream come true!

But she’s unable to articulate herself in this moment and she ends up murmuring a shy response. She’s embarrassed, but she has plenty of time to get to know the true you. This is only your first meeting—one that she’ll treasure forever—and it’s not like it’ll be the last.

Ganyu would do anything for you. It’s only fair that she dedicate herself to you in this way after you’ve done so much for her. You don’t know this, but everything Ganyu is now—her job as a voice actor, streaming, even some of her outfits and hobbies—is all based on you and the things you like. She wonders whether you have a significant other. You’ve never explicitly mentioned a lover in the interviews or at panels from past conventions. She hopes you don’t have a lover. It would break her heart to know that someone else is capable of making you happy when she’s right here and ready to provide for you!

Ganyu even has a little space dedicated to you in her room. It’s a shelf that has all sorts of items that are important or symbolic to you. It may seem like the shrine of an obsessed fan, but to Ganyu it’s just more proof of her undying affection for you. Her collection has only grown since she started recording with you. The sessions have gone surprisingly well! She was nervous at first because she wasn’t sure if she could ever live up to your standards. You noticed she was worrying and all it took to ease her anxiety was a sweet smile and sincere encouragement.

Since then Ganyu has fallen even harder for you. One day after a successful recording session, you invited her to lunch and her heart soared. She was certain her face was very red for the majority of the meal, but that didn’t matter! What mattered is that she got to dine with her beloved and share nice conversation. She learns more about you and has the confidence to ask you more about your early life and what got you into voice acting. She reveals that you’re her inspiration, and then it’s your turn to get slightly embarrassed. Ganyu’s praise is too much for you—you assure her you’re not that perfect, to which Ganyu would have to disagree—but you accept her kind words nonetheless.

Ganyu is always paying close attention to your social media accounts. She has her own private account that’s separate from her other socials, which allows her to say anything she wants and everything is attached to a blank, faceless account. It works out when she wants to scroll through your account and look at all of your posts again. She saves any photos you’ve posted and will sometimes print them out and make a cute collage out of them. Those collages usually go into a folder, are hung up on her wall, or placed on the shelf for viewing purposes.

She can’t help but wish that the two of you were closer. When she brings this point up to Xiao, hoping for some useful advice on how to break the ice and connect with you on a deeper level, he shrugs and offers a very blunt reply.

“Why not just bring (Name) to your place? They’ll have no choice but to get to know you if it’s just the two of you.”

And Ganyu understands that…somewhat. She wonders what you might say if she invited you over. If you agreed, she would clean everything from top to bottom until it shines. She’d even find a candle that’s in your preferred scent and will light it so her house smells like home to you. Oh, and she’ll have all of your favorite foods and games prepared if you just want to make it casual! She’s very ready to have you over. But her main concern: would you even want to come over? :(

Before she can get too self-conscious, Xiao shakes his head. “It doesn’t sound like you’re connecting. Do you really think that’ll work? Sounds like you’re just trying to impress them more than anything.”

Ganyu frowns as she recalls the conversation she had with you during lunch. She realizes now that it’s information she’s already well aware of. She was too busy admiring you and appreciating the moment to even register the fact that everything you told her is basic stuff. Anyone would know it, which means you don’t find her special enough to confide in her. And that hurts her heart. She just wants to be there for you—to have you tell her about your secrets like the two of you are true best friends. Just like the characters you voice!

“So what do you suggest I should do?” she asks, nervously peering at Xiao’s monitor as he continues his match, eyes never leaving the screen. “Should I wait until we finally connect?”

“Skip all of that,” he mutters with a huff. “Just take what you want. It’s what I’d do.”

It occurs to Ganyu that he means she should kidnap you. And the idea does sound appealing; it would definitely move things along faster. But she’s patient and she’s willing to wait for you. She also doesn’t want to force you into something you don’t want to do. But…she really likes you, and she’d do anything to have more one-on-one time with you, unrestrained by work hours and other interruptions. She’s so conflicted. If she did take you, there’s a chance you’d hate her and would never forgive her. But there’s also a chance that you might warm up to her even more—that you simply need a push in the right direction and everything will work out!

If she did kidnap you, she’d have to drug you. There’s just no way she could use force on you. Ganyu thinks about this throughout the entire day and into the next day as well, where you and her record lines and talk about games and anime. She’s still just that person you see at work; that’s all she’ll ever be if she doesn’t try harder to connect with you. She must be doing something wrong. Maybe she said something to upset you? Maybe you’re just shy and don’t know how to talk to her? Maybe she intimidated you somehow? Ganyu desperately wants to know what went wrong and what she can do to fix this relationship.

That’s right. It’s a relationship. Maybe not a romantic one, but it’s a relationship nonetheless. You’re definitely friends. She’s certain that there’s something in the way and that once it’s removed the two of you will connect instantly. She doesn’t want to be just a work friend, nor does she want you to view her as a mere fangirl who was inspired by your work and is now living the dream. Because Ganyu is more than that and you’re meant to see that! Her real dream is you—being with you, loving you, worshipping you. Just you and no one else.

Days pass and Xiao’s suggestion starts to sound better than ever. Ganyu knows it’s not right to think this way, but when Xiao tells her he’s willing to help—willing to provide her with all of the tools necessary to pull off an inconspicuous kidnapping—she’s so very tempted to go through with it.

She’ll write an apology letter to you as a therapeutic way of dealing with her own anxieties. You’ll never read this letter. But she hopes that by setting her worries aside and focusing on the positives of kidnapping—if one could even find such a terrible thing ‘positive’—that you’ll finally come around to her. Then she can truly share everything she’s wanted to share with you, and you can do the same!

Xiao’s really the best brother she could ever ask for. He’s even willing to kidnap you himself so that she won’t have to feel nearly as guilty as she might feel if she were the one taking you. So maybe it’s not so bad after all. All she wants is to have more time to chat with you so that the two of you can be more than acquaintances and perhaps even more than friends.

Surely you’ll understand where she’s coming from.

#genshin chit chat #yandere #yandere ganyu #omg your thoughts are always so good #please do share more :D #and you may be the #🍽💭 anon

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bettsfic · 3 years ago

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first-only · 2 years ago

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You know, knowing that the majority of the world does not/ has not read fanfiction is such a weird thing to me. And I don't mean that in a 'why aren't people more like me?' or a 'those people are weird' kinda way

I guess it's just cause fanfic is something that is very important to me, and is something that has made me happy, it's one of my core interest. This isn't just related to fic, all of my interests are like that. Whenever I see someone who has no interest in art, or writing, or thinking up stories, it kinda of boggles my mind a bit. And I think it's because I, myself, could not imagine being happy without those doing those hobbies and interests. But other people aren't me, and that is fine! People have a wide range of interests, and what makes someone happy won't be the same as some other people. People are different, and that is a good thing

It is still something that's a bit hard to wrap my head around (which is fine, as long as I don't act like an ass to people who have different interests) but I'm trying my best

right on, anon! brains work weird sometimes but we do reign them in lol

this is actually a very interesting view to me (but valid! very valid!), because when i was like getting into fanfiction and fandom in general it really wasnt that popularized ya know? like very few people knew this niche interest and social group existed, and there was this intra-culture view that all this is sort of a secret, that this is 'our space', its 'just for us'. (taken as a mantra from rpf ofc which is a good practice). so i never expected anyone i didnt meet in such spaces specifically to even /know/ they exist, let alone enjoy them. ive had this situation with a friend with whom we'd been friends for like over 2 years when i casually (accidentally maybe i dont remember anymore) mentioned fic and they literally jumped out of their chair like YOU KNOW WHAT FANFICTION IS?!?! it's still hilarious, we were actual friends for /two years/ and we never revealed our Secret Society cards to each other lol. but yes as it /is/ getting more popular now its more understandable to assume people would've at least heard about it, but still many people and places where its not that much of a thing! that and a lot of people dismiss it as 'cringy' and worthless and obsessed fangirl work which. wig ig lol. and even in more fandom-adjacent circles you'd see people /surprised/ when a fic is actually good bc they never gave fandom a chance, and just dismissed it as a cringy hobby (which is also fine but no need to be patronizing ya know). Personal experiences will shape the way you think of things

as for weird brain refusing to understand rational concepts - i had this meet up with reality when i studied coding. i was in a novice class with a lot of other people and some of them just... didnt get it. not necessarily the problems themselves, but like.. the essential idea of /how code works/. it was very weird to me. they insisted i must have previous experience to catch on that quickly, and well i did, but they were stumbling at the first steps, something that never gave me pause. i was really really shocked then, i just couldnt believe people couldnt grasp a basic function, and i realized i was coming off as a bit patronizing myself. it got to me that i was expecting more of people that just didnt have the perspective that i did. that prompted a whole discussion on How People Think, because it was obvious that these people not getting code were definitely not stupid, this was just a way of thinking that didnt agree with the way their thought process worked as whole. so in this discussion a lot of friends shared a bit of the insides of their minds and it was fascinating - i tend to think with words and images, visuals appearing along with a strong internal monologue. but my friends shared about thinking in concepts, in feelings, with no imagery at all, by association and memory alone. when asked to describe how we think of a specific object we all described the thought process differently ("i think of where it is now" "i think of who it belongs to" "i think of what it would be like to touch it" "i think of what color and shape it is" "i think of what personality it would have" "i think of how i feel about it" etc etc). so what im saying is.. brains weird. brains different. dont punish yourself for your brain deciding that an experience has to be universal if its so helpful to it personally. as long as you realize that emotions and actions and needs and rational decisions are different, albeit connected, all's good. brains man.

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yuujispinkhair · 3 years ago

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Okay maybe I’m being a bit of a baby, I’m sorry…I’m just super self conscious…How long have you been on tumblr writing?

I only ask cause you get so many hits on your writings and so quickly too! (That’s great I’m not wishing you didn’t!)

But I’ve been told my writing is decent, and I try really hard to make good content, but it still isn’t getting the attention I was always hoping for… 🥺 just wondering where I’m going wrong, or perhaps you’ve been here way longer so you have more of a solid following by now.

First of all, I am sorry that you feel insecure and sad! I'm sending you hugs and kisses!! <3<3 It's frustrating when you work hard on your stories, and then they don't get the attention you hoped, but please don't be too critical with yourself. It depends on many factors whether your work gets attention or not, and a lot of it is sheer luck. The notes arent any indicator of whether a story is good or not!! It really depends on who reblogs it, whether people are into the characters, whether they enjoy this particular trope, etc.

The things you have influence over are:

Use the tags, so your fic shows up for many people who aren't following you yet. Please only tag the characters who are actually in the fic, though! But use the names in their different forms. For example, if I write some fluff for Yuuji, I will tag it with a combination of his name and the word fluff. I will use just the first name + fluff, just the last name + fluff, both + fluff...

Then please don't be shy to reblog your work during the following days after posting. Reblog it several times a day so people from different time zones can see it on their dash!

Create a taglist, so the people on that list will get a notification when you post.

Those are the things you can do. The rest is pure luck. I've been posting here since August 2021. I have about 1800 followers right now. Some of my work does well right after posting it. Some of it doesn't get attention when I post it. I, too, have stories where I put my whole heart and pussy into and thought, woaaah, this is gonna be a hit, but it didn't get popular lmaooo. Some of my stories needed months to get a big amount of notes. But I think you shouldn't think too much about which stories will be popular. Just write whatever you want to write and what makes you happy! We aren't professional authors who have to cater to publishing houses or their audiences. So we are free to write anything that brings us joy. And I think that's what makes fanfic so beautiful!

I know it's sad when those stories you put your heart into don't get lots of notes. (I experience that anytime I post Itafushi or Sukuita fics). But fandom, to me, is about screaming and fangirling about my fave characters and ships. So if I write the content I want to see, I will meet people who enjoy the same things I do, and we can talk about those together. That's the most fun part about being here for me!! Try not to compare yourself to others. Try not to analyze too much. I think the moment you start writing just to get as many notes as someone else, you will lose the joy in writing, and that's sad. Write what YOU like and what YOU want to read. I remember a post where someone dissed people for writing domestic Sukuna (no shade, by the way! I couldn't tell whether it was supposed to be a joke or not, so maybe I just misinterpreted it), But well, here I am writing Sukuna fluff!! :) Because that's what makes me happy and gives me comfort. You see what I'm trying to say? Create the content you love and that you want to see. Try not to think about the notes or what other people will think! Maybe it will help you to take a short break from posting here? Just try to get the feeling of joy back! Sit down at home, get comfy with coffee and some good playlist and write something super self-indulgent. Write something that makes you squeal and laugh and cry and drives you crazy. Just write it for yourself. And maybe after a while, you will feel like posting it here again. But try to do it without putting pressure on yourself.

I hope you'll feel better soon!! <3<3<3

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zkfanworkweek · 4 years ago

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ZFAW Fan Content Creator Interviews: HayleyNFoster

Hey everyone! We hope you’re all excited for ZFAW, and to honor (ha!) ZFAW’s commitment to supporting and celebrating fan content creators in the Zutara fandom, we’re going to be rolling out a series of interviews with well-known and widely-beloved content creators over the next few weeks. We’ve got artists and fanfiction authors, some names you recognize as well as a few phenomenal up-and-coming talents, and we can’t wait for you to meet them all!

For the second interview in this cycle, we have our best propaganda creator and this fandom’s hottest new artist/undisputed queen of the animatic, @hayleynfoster!

1. Tell us about how you came to ship Zutara. What does this ship mean to you?

When I was around 14 or 15 and caught Avatar: The Last Airbender on television, I was drawn in by the art style, the humor, and the wonderful characters. I caught the episodes out of order, and the first one I saw and wasn’t prepared to be sucked in by was The Waterbending Scroll. It intrigued me at that age, and the line “I’ll save you from the pirates” combined with the tension between Katara and Zuko in that whole scene was electrifying. I remember my teenage self thinking these two have so much chemistry! And when I saw a commercial on Nickelodeon that featured fanart submitted by fellow Avatar fans, I realized that I could do that to! So I set about making Zutara fanart for myself. I stumbled onto Youtube, practically in its infancy, and discovered that people set clips of Zuko and Katara set to music (And this was still in season 1 days… so people who made these amvs were the real mvps because they were able to make compelling narratives in their amvs with like practically nothing to work with!). The AMVs really spurred my interest in this couple, I remember distinctly one Zutara AMV using the Dido song White Flag utterly capturing my imagination. I found fandom shortly after, getting into deviantart and forums. But the ship really began to mean something to me when, as I was working on my drawings in the computer lab at school, a buoyant presence hovered over my shoulder noticing my Zutara art on the computer screen. The girl was someone I had never really talked to and had only seen from afar but she immediately started excitedly saying she shipped Zuko and Katara too! In this simple shared obsession, I made one of the best friends I’ve ever had and we’re still friends to this day. We would theorize and fangirl over Avatar like it was nobody’s business; we poured over bootleg San Diego Comic Con footage that showed spoilers for season 2 before it aired; we lost our freaking minds when we finally saw The Crossroads of Destiny. We had watch parties every week as Season 3 of A:TLA aired, and comforted each other when the show ended as it did (much ranting was shared). Those are some of my happiest memories from high school… all because this one pairing from this wonderful show. Even though Zutara didn’t happen, we still chat every now and then about it. Zutara will probably be a lifelong obsession, always bubbling under the surface. And without it, I would have never realized that animation was a viable career path. It really did inspire everything including the work I’m doing to this day in the animation industry. I owe a lot to this ship and to Avatar: the Last Airbender.

2. What inspires you to create zutara fanworks?

The resurgence of Avatar: The Last Airbender this year really helped sort of spark that dormant love I had for Zutara. The show’s ending still disappointed me on the rewatch, but Zuko and Katara’s relationship arc was as captivating as ever, so I turned to some fanfiction and looking at people’s pretty Zutara art and AMVs to just revel in fanon instead of getting to hung up on the actual ending of the show. But then I realized, with quarantine and my work load being pretty light, I had time to actually make all new Zutara art for myself, art I was never fully capable of making as a kid, but now could do with my 7 years of industry experience and just… life experience. And I was inspired to do some corrective animatics to satisfy my own desire for a different ending. I just really like exploring these two characters, doing different and interesting things with them, and frankly I’m inspired to make cute, fluffy, romantic art simply by virtue of living in a really sad and depressing world. Things are so crazy right now, creating art about two characters I love being in love, is comforting. And it helps to have inspiring music and amazing Zutara amvs to just sort of stir up my emotions and imagery in my head to make into animatics and art.

3. Be selfish - if you could request one fanwork based on your own art/fanfic, what would it be? What would you absolutely love to see someone create?

Ohhhh… Well, It’s always nice to have people write fanfiction that puts words to my animatics. I am not that great at coming up with dialog myself, so I’ve just chosen to indulge in visuals and emotions for my boards. But when I read things like RideBoldlyRide’s take on my Reunion Animatic, it makes me pretty giddy. (They finally have voices!) :) And this is the MOST selfish thing I could request, but I’m not shy about saying how much I love well done amvs, so I will literally kill for someone to make Zutara AMVs to songs I like… Like, most of AURORA’s songs but especially Exist for Love, Sunseeker by The Naked and Famous, Promises or Take Me by Aly & AJ, Adore You by Harry Styles, Human Enough by ONR, Never Let Me Go by Florence + The Machine, and/or Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier just… I can see the AMVs so clearly to any of these songs in my head, but I don’t have the tools or skill set at my disposal to make a compelling fan video. When I was in high school, I originally thought I wanted to go into video editing simply because I loved making very crappy AMVs (they were so bad you guys), but I figured out being a storyboard artist was more in my wheelhouse. haha

4. Any words for people who are new to the fandom and/or nervous about sharing their work for the first time?

If you’re new to the Zutara fandom, just have a good time! Don’t waste too much time arguing with people over your shipping preferences. I wasted so much of my teen years having pointless shipping wars with people on DeviantArt, and I’m just so much happier nowadays because I’m just making Zutara art in my little corner of the internet, and honestly, in the politest of ways, I don’t give a shit if people don’t like my art or Zutara. haha I think that’s sort of a key thing for people thinking of posting creative works here in the fandom, just make art for yourself, satisfy your own desires for the pairing, get your creative sparks flying, and create just for the joy of creating. It’s always nice to get comments and such, but simply making the art should be what spurs you on, not the external validation. And have a good time, don’t worry too much - I say as someone who worries about EVERYTHING. But honestly, making art for A:TLA is some of the most relaxed I’ve been because I make it just for me. I’m lucky others seem to like it too!

5. What’s an idea for a fanwork that you have but haven't gotten around to making?

I have an idea for a second generation storyline with my Zutara kids that involves Kya (the eldest firebending daughter) falling in love with an airbender boy (tentatively named Gora in my headcanon who’s a bit of a rabble rouser and one of Aang’s kids he had with a Kyoshi Warrior), and then they start a socialist revolution in the Fire Nation in order to dismantle all of the hierarchical societies across the Avatar world… Together Kya and Gora Fan the Flames of revolution… ehhhhh... Get it?? Oh! Oh, and then Katara, who had put in legit liberal reforms in her time as Fire Lady listens to her daughter after resisting in the first part of the story, but then realizes she can actually play a part in the dissolution of the royalty and is also active in the revolution realizing that moderate liberal reforms are no substitute for a society free of serving royalty (which she had always been uncomfortable with but had rationalized with herself that she was doing good in her capacity as Fire Lady.) I just feel like there’s a lot of cool potential for discussing these ideas and also having some aspirational change in the Avatar world. lol For aesthetics and just happy fluffy times, I can indulge in Fire Lady and Fire Lord Zuko stuff, but really at the end of the day, I take issue with the structures in a society that have to exist for monarchies to exist. Soooo, I kind of want to do my own corrective story for that… if I ever have the time or guts. On a less ambitious note, I would love to do a Zutara sparring animatic to practice doing action, but I need a good story; I am not good at doing fights just for fighting’s sake. Those are just some things I have rattling around in my head.

6. Are you participating in ZFAW? If so want to give us a hint as to your plans?

Yes! The most I can say is I have one animatic almost finished and one that’s still being thumbnailed. The rest are probably going to be comics or emotive single pieces based on the fanfics I really like right now. :)

#interviews #zutara fanworks appreciation week #zfaw #hayleynfoster #zutara

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va9art · 4 years ago

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I think I’ve been quiet for way too long and I should come back and fangirl about it.

Before I go down the many lines of praises I have to just to let you know all about, all things considered, I think of myself as a huge Dramione fan but one that relatively to the majority of us in the fandom, doesn’t consume just as much.

I read fanfictions, but no that much - I read more books. (those sold on bookshop, you know the old paper concept).

I enjoy HP characters - but I somehow don’t branch out. (I tend to stick way too often with DHr and generally consider branching out when it’s a Draco/Hermione/Theo 🤷‍♀️)

I go crazy mad for certain fanfics too - but somehow I limit myself to rec those ff when asked, and generally leave only kudos.

So, if I’ve learned anything from @winewandsandwafflingpodcast I certainly need to step up my games.

First and foremost:

1. If you happen to read this post, go and click on the tag above, then find the podcast, put your headphone on and press play. Enjoy, darling.

I am now going through the very pleasurable job of catching up with the last few months worth of episodes - that somehow I missed to keep up lately, so typical of me, and I cannot express my gratitude to @frumpologist and her host @ladykenz347 enough for this podcast and their discussions. I am having such a great time listening to you fangirl-ing hard and simultaneously discuss on very deep level the analysis of fics and most importantly the fandom itself! You’re constantly touching important aspects of the world we live in - though only virtually, and I think your critical points of view, together with the voices of guests that you bring from the fandom, are a much needed review that we need to hear, explore and share together. So, really, thank you.

And it’s because of them and their Episode 8, that I finally branch out-branch out. With none other than:

‘The Secretary’ by @pacific-rimbaud

Summary:

Threatened with the loss of her trust fund allowance, wild child Pansy Parkinson takes her mother up on an offer she can't refuse: a job at the Ministry of Magic as personal secretary to tightly wound bureaucrat Percy Weasley.

The job is demanding, and so is her boss, in ways that Pansy never could have imagined.

When their mutual desires begin to spin out of control, how will Pansy convince her boss that sometimes, the only rules you need to follow are your own?

A loving tribute to the pure and criminally underappreciated magic that is the ParkWeasel ship, and the 2002 film Secretary.

Here I come:

This fic had me - all of me: attention, heart, fangirl wailing, all of it, from the very beginning. It shouldn’t really come as a surprise, since I absolutely adore PacificRimbaud’s writing style and stories. I am not quite too sure I can put Party Lines behind this fic, there is no need surely since one is a Dramione (surprise surprise) and the other one is a ParkWeasel, and why shall I even throw in there Major Arcana a Lucius Malfoy/Andromeda Black Tonks? This creator here has an extraordinary ability to make you instantly fall head to toe for rare pairs that you usually forgo, because - really, I know my linkings - and no, you don’t. The second you step into one of her story, the minute you begin to say ‘oh well, but that sounds nice,’ you’re so damn past the point where you can go back to your comfortable pairs, so much so that you might just want to change your introduction on Tumblr and just add the tag ‘whatever PacificRimbaud’s rare-pair present you with - I ship it’. I surely should, because now I’ve just locked eyes with a Draco/Scabior tag and I am trying to stay calm, because truly I should know my bloody likings, shouldn’t I?

I am one that adore, above all, Dom/Sub fictions without any worries to say this out loud, but I understand how this might not be the proverbial beloved cup of tea of one’s likings, so I should explain why this kinky fanfic won’t have you cringe in any possible way. Because she makes it sounds and feels so natural. Your read it and it makes sense. Particularly this fic, has the capacity of introducing a kink at the right moment, cleverly pacing it out throughout its 6 chapters. I liked personally how this was a fiction based on the discoveries of these sexual kinks, more than the narration of such things acted out exclusively. It has psychological description of it that just adds depth to the relationship - one I never even explored once in my life. And that now I’m digging for.

If asked, what’s the one thing that got me widening my eyes and going loudly ‘yessss, girl’, is Percy ending his working day on white paper, miniature crow, flying notes, neat and precise description of what Pansy should wear the next day. Down to her knickers. If you know, you know, if you don’t, read this fanfic right away.

Lastly, this writer here not only has created this (as many others) beautiful piece of fanfic, which I absolutely worship, but has also created an artwork for it! And I find it extremely lovely! I love her style (one that reminds me, and I mean this the outmost respect for both artists, the Fernando Botero’s style) and I feel so much for her that’s she’s written her fic and drawn for it, too. Damn, girl, you rule. (Also, I had the big, massive, apocalyptic magnitude size honour of having inspired her once to write a one off for a piece of art I made and which I am shamelessly going to tag along, because why not, the artwork might be average, but the story’s chef’s kiss! ‘Off the Ground’) Darling, I should have come and praised you high and loud a long time ago - it’s just not my modus operandi of participating in the fandom. But here it is, although you also write some rare-pairs that don’t meet the same degree of visibility and notoriety, as long as it makes you happy participating in it, I’m here for it and extremely grateful for your sharing it with us.

#annavek94 is ranting #fic rec #parkweasel #rarepair #podcast #winewandsandwafflingpodcast #frumpologist #ladykenz #pacificrimbaud #the secretary fanfiction #pansy parkinson #percy weasley #pansy x percy #fangirling #kinkystuff

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hikarimiyanaga · 4 years ago

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I'll Always Be Yours Pt. 2

Pt. 1

Second Song: Eroplanong Papel (Paper Airplane)

You finally leave Russia to go to America and try to find the love of your life.

An update!?

I just need to write three more songs and I will finally finish this series. And while doing that I'm also writing a Wanda fanfic too.

.....

I'm suddenly writing fanfics again, considering that there's like a hundred plots waiting for me in my phone.

*shrugs*

Oh well. Inspiration hits when Inspiration hits.

Warning : More Angst

Wait, don't be filled with misery

The hope you dream of will also come

Isn't it enough that you have love

In your heart that is irreplaceable?

You smiled

You yawn as you go through the mall. You’ve finally decided to come to America to hopefully find Natalia. It’s been a week since you’ve got here.

“Y/N?” A hopeful voice calls out your name and you turn eagerly… only to be met by fangirls.

“Yes. It’s me.” They squeal and ask for photos, which you oblige to. When they leave, you sigh in relief.

“Rough girls?” You grin as you face Silvia. She’s your bodyguard who doesn’t really stop fangirls because she’s one of them. She’s been a fan of your paintings since you started.

“Not really. Just… America is intense.” Silvia scoffs at that.

“More intense than Russia?” You laugh at that and shake your head.

“Than Philippines.”

“Ah.” You hum and the two of you begin walking again. As you walk by a fountain, you could see that it’s base was occupied by couples. And you can’t help but remember her.

Her soft lips that you can’t get enough of. Her hands that seemed to mold with yours. Her sexy body that you can’t stop worshipping. Her voice that pants out your name. Her laugh that you could equivalate to heaven.

A single lone tear escapes your eye and Silvia eyes you worriedly. You quickly wipe the tear away and wave away her concern. And then you smile. Those memories… you hope to make them anew and add even more to them. God, you hope you’re not too late.

Blow the wind in your hand cold

Moaning voice, in my hearing

Your thoughts and feelings will fly away

Can it still get to her side?

You close your eyes

It’s winter now. You write in your journal. You decided to let Silvia on her own vacation after she spent the last five months with you just roaming around on this country. You blow into your gloved hands, hoping to ease the cold. You were in Alaska and it was cold as fuck. Damn.

Journal, it’s been months since I’ve been here… Can I ever find her? Is there hope? Even if there isn’t. I just want to see her one more time. To remember why I wake up every day. Why I still wait for her heart to come back to mine. I don’t care if she’s happy with another person or if she’s forgotten me. Just please. Let me see her. Let me see the love of my life.

You whine as you put your pen down. That’s it. Tomorrow, you’re leaving… Is this why your mom makes sure to leave Russia when winter comes around? Goddamn, you’re lucky she always takes you to the Philippines for Christmas. You read over your words and close the journal. You close your eyes and hope the words reach her.

‘Please, whoever the fuck I have to believe I will believe. Just. Let me see her again.’

If my prayers are not heard

Reach out at every moment

I have to shout, I'm yours

The prayer of the heart is you

You’re in Los Angeles now. You’ve been here for three days and you’ve been drunk every single night. It was a temporary high, you know, but it makes you forget about her even if it’s just for the night. You stumble upon your hotel room and reach the balcony. You’re not that drunk to think to jump off from the 15th floor but you’re that drunk to shout out your frustrations.

“GODDAMN IT!” You shout and no one replies, only various car noises and loud music. “JUST ONCE! FUCKING HELL! I JUST NEED TO SEE HER AGAIN!” You didn’t care if it was hurting your voice. You wanted to do something to ease the pain you’ve been feeling. You sob as you slide down on the floor. “I JUST WANT TO SEE NATALIA AGAIN!” You punch the floor and wince as your fist connected to the solid rock. “I’M STILL YOURS, NATALIA! PLEASE!” You breakdown and sob as you hug your knees to your chest.

Damn it. It was the only thing your heart wanted. Her. So why can’t you find her?

“Goddamn it.” You say and you sob again.

Wait, don't hold back your tears

Your feelings will rise to the ceased destiny

Your palm will reach the desire

Can it still get to her side?

You close your eyes

You were now in a random mall. You took a deep breath when you see her red hair. You were about to call out when she kisses the man behind her and all of your words. Your declarations of love get stuck in your throat. And all you can think about-

“Oh.” You say then you laugh. Many people look at you but not her. Never her. It seems that she has really forgot you. Your tears fall down before you can even stop and you cover your mouth to not let the sobs out. Then you realize… was it really her? You stop outside and you see them both get into the car. You meet her eyes for a second and all you could see was unfamiliar. She was not yours anymore. She’s not the Natalia you always knew. The Natalia that you’ve loved. But as the man pulls away from the parking lot, you hold a fist over your heart… Because damn it. She really does still have that effect on you. You close your eyes as you hear their car drive away. You let the pain wash over your whole body and you kneel.

You finally saw Natalia again… But she was not yours anymore. You sob louder this time as you make your way to your car. You lock it and sob your heart out.

And with every stiffness of my resentment

You will not be approached

I’ll Just beg

If my prayers are not heard

Reach out at every moment

I have to shout, I'm yours

The prayer of the heart is you

You stand outside the Avengers Compound and sigh. You researched on her. She goes by Natasha now. You resent her. You gave away your life for her. Every single time that people begged you to let her go and you still held on. You gave away every single year just to fucking wait for her. To make sure that she has someone to go home to. And she was here. Enjoying life with Steve Rogers. The wonder boyfriend. Captain America himself. You scoff as you let the pain take over your heart.

“Hello?” You turn and see Steve Fucking Rogers himself approach you. He’s holding bags of groceries and you smile sadly at him. “Can I help you, ma’am?” He asks politely and you almost punch him… but you knew that it wouldn’t do anything. He’s a super soldier for fuck’s sake… and you… you’re just you. Nothing but a past memory and a phantom from her previous life.

“Just.” You pause as you try to get the words out. “Please. Take care of her.” He tilts his head in confusion.

“Who?”

“Nat.” You grin.

“Oh. Do you know her?” You shake your head at him and begin walking away. Tears fall down as you walk away from the compound’s gates.

“Well, that was weird.” Steve says as he steps into the kitchen.

“What was?” Natasha asks as she eats the remaining sandwich that she got herself.

“There was someone outside. A woman.”

“And?”

“She was just staring at the compound when I arrived. Then she asked me to take care of you.”

“What? Me?”

“Yeah. Nat can only be you, right?” She drops her sandwich and grabs Steve’s collars.

“What direction did she go?” Steve furrows his brows at her behavior.

“To the park? Do you know her?” Natasha nods and quickly gets her jacket and wait for the elevator to take her down.

“I think so!” She answers as the doors closes.

She runs to the park and tries to find you. She smiles as she spots your hooded figure. She runs to you but she slowly comes to a stop as she hears you sing. And oh was your voice beautiful to her ears. But your tone… You were crying as you sang.

You let the music drown out your pain and you begin singing along as you cry. It was as if these lyrics were made for you. You sang in Filipino as you learned it in all your trips there.

Natasha cries silently as she listens to your broken voice. Your quiet sobs and hiccups. What has she done? Why didn’t she come for you sooner? She’s always thought that you were better off without her. That being with her meant that you were also in danger. But as you sit there, singing while crying, she couldn’t help but want to punch herself. You’re crying. And goddamn it, if you were not beautiful. Natasha never forgot you.

She sits besides you and you don’t notice, still wanting to get all of your pain out before you go back. Before you paint again. You finally stop and pant.

“Nice song.” She says but you don’t answer. You were still trying to catch your breath. And she let you rest before talking again. “Y/N.” She calls out but you don’t answer again. Were you avoiding her? She then notices the earphones on your ears and how she can faintly hear music. God. How loud was the thing?

You close your eyes and sigh. She takes an earphone out and you flinch away as you stand. Who the fuc-? Your words die on your mouth, the moment you see her.

“Nat.” You say softly and she smiles at you.

“Y/N.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted-“

“It’s too late, Nat.” She flinches and you take a step back. You run a hand through your hair. “You should go back and I will too.” You put on your hoodie and power walk away from her.

Nat was about to go after you when her phone suddenly rings. She sighs and answers it when she sees that it’s Fury.

A/N:

I'm not crying, you are. Also, no one can stop me from killing myself with Angst.

I'm considering of posting for everyday if possible? Considering I'm going to be home, doing absolutely nothing since Professor are actually considerate for our health... Which is new.

So if I do finish some time this day or next week, then everyday it is.

#Natasha Romanoff x reader #Marvel #Marvel fanfic #Natasha Romanoff fanfic #natasha x you #Natasha x Fem!Reader #Black Widow x Reader #Black Widow x you

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deja-you · 4 years ago

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times new roman | episode ten

t. jefferson x reader

summary: in this final episode, thomas wants more than just a date.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is the final installment of this series! this has been a joy to create, and all my love goes out to those of you who have stuck through it all <3

masterlist | previous

“You have to be anywhere today?”

Thomas tapped his fingers against Y/n’s bare skin to a melody he was making up in his head. He had spent the last few minutes minutes memorizing the tide of her breathing and internally debating whether or not to ask the question he had just asked. Thomas knew he would have to ask eventually, but he hated the thought that maybe Y/n did have somewhere to be.

She turned on her side to face him, admiring his features. “Not really. Is this you trying to kick me out of your apartment?”

He grinned. “The opposite. Wonderin’ if I can stay in bed with you all day.”

Y/n hummed softly. “I think that could be arranged. But we’re going to have to find something to do to occupy the time.”

“Oh?” Thomas raised an eyebrow, his lips pulling up into a suggestive smirk. “You plan on doing that all day? Angel, last night was amazing, but I don’t know how much stamina I have in me. Maybe if I got some Gatora--”

“Shut up!” She snorted and slapped his chest. “I meant an activity like reading. Good lord.”

“Well that sounds enjoyable, too. You want to pick something out from my personal library?” He asked.

“Thomas Jefferson, that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. Thank you for finally asking.”

Y/n climbed out of bed wearing only the Thomas’s shirt she had stolen last night and walked over to the door. She paused in the doorframe and glanced back at him. “You coming?”

He looked her up and down, his arms folding behind his head as he leaned back against the headboard. “Don’t mind me. I’m just enjoying the view.”

She scoffed and moved out of his sight. Thomas sighed softly, eventually pulling himself out of the warm bed to follow her into his living room. She was standing at one bookcase, her back to him. Thomas wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pressed gentle kisses to her shoulders.

“Are you religious?”

She was leafing through his Bible. It wasn’t much of a Bible. The way he had cut out passages of scripture.

He didn’t know how to answer her at first. Did she want him to say yes? Would she like it if he told her he read the Bible and prayed? He knew her too well for that. She wanted to hear the truth.

“I am religious,” Thomas responded. It wasn’t a lie. “Very, deeply religious.”

Y/n frowned and held up a page from the Old Testament that had been mostly cut out.

“You can’t just pick and choose the parts of the Bible that you like and cut out the sections you don’t like.”

“I know.”

“It’s all or nothing. You can’t have the best parts of religion without the worst parts. You understand that, right?” Y/n desperately needed for him to understand.

“Angel, this isn’t about the Bible, is it?” Thomas said it like a question to be polite, but they both knew the answer. “It’s all a metaphor for you and me.”

She shrugged. “Everything is a metaphor for you and me.”

They were both quiet for a moment. She slid the Bible back onto his bookshelf next to a series of Ralph Ellison works and Kurt Vonnegut novels. Y/n decided on A Farewell to Arms, removed it from the shelf, and turned back to Thomas.

“Just don’t cut out the parts of me you don’t like, okay?”

His large hands covered Y/n’s and he brought her hand up to his lips to kiss each finger carelessly. “There’s nothing about you I could cut out. I love each and every part of you.”

This seemed to reassure Y/n enough, a small smile appearing on her face.

“What? What is it?”

Y/n had been minding her business, reading through her burrowed book, when she felt Thomas’s eyes on her. He had clearly been staring at her with something on his mind.

Thomas just smiled and shook his head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Well now you have to tell me,” Y/n insisted, setting down the book.

“Angel, please,” he shook his head and laughed lowly.

She narrowed her eyes and sat up to get a better look at him. “Thomas Jefferson, tell me what you’re thinking.”

“You really want to know?”

“That’s why I’m asking,” Y/n said in exasperation.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled. Thomas pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looked into her eyes. “I was just thinking about how much I like waking up to the sight of you reading in my bed. It feels so natural.”

A slow smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Well I like waking up in your bed. You’ve got a nice mattress.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow but he was still grinning. “You tellin’ me you only stick around because I have a nice mattress?”

“I suppose there might be a few other reasons,” she teased. “But it’s mostly about the mattress.”

He scoffed and wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. Thomas’s lips found her neck and he left little kisses along her collarbone. “That’s too bad. I’m practically obsessed with you.”

“Are you?” She hummed dismissively.

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled his words against her skin. “I’m in love with you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “What?”

She shifted on the bed and placed two fingers under Thomas’s chin to bring his eyes up to meet her’s. “You love me?”

He froze, wondering if he should take the words back. But he meant them.

“I love you,” he said more firmly. “I do. And I want to wake up next to you every day. I want to see you wearing my t-shirts and reading my books in my bed. I want you. All of you. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“Hmm,” she said noncommittally. “I don’t know.”

Y/n couldn’t resist teasing him a little more, and she almost felt bad when he tensed up beside her.

“Oh, well that’s ok--”

“I never did get that boyfriend application from you, did I?” She grinned. “I remember being promised MLA format.”

She searched his face to see his reaction, but he completely retracted his body from her’s. Her mouth fell open as he climbed out of bed, his warmth leaving her.

“Thomas? Where are you...?”

He exited the room, and then came back a few minutes later with his laptop in hand. Thomas hopped back on the bed and turned on his computer.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked, suppressing a smile.

Thomas gave her the most serious look she had ever seen from him. “I’m working on my application.”

“You know I was joking, right?” She laughed, but he was already opening up a Word document. “You don’t need to write an application.”

Thomas changed the Calibri font to Times New Roman and began working on his heading. “I promised you an application in MLA, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”

“You’re absolutely ridiculous,” Y/n shook her head.

“Shh,” he hushed. “I need to come up with a good hook. Should I start with a question? A quote? No, that’s too basic.”

Y/n was about to try to tell Thomas he was being too extra, but she could tell he was already too invested in writing up his application. She shook her head again, and turned her attention back to the book in her hand when she came to terms with the fact that Thomas wasn’t going to stop until he was finished.

Maybe 30 minutes later, Thomas declared he was done. He slid the laptop over to Y/n, and she sighed dramatically as she began to read through the document.

“You count cooking as a skill?” Y/n asked skeptically. “You only cook macaroni and cheese.”

“Yeah, and it’s damn good. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, angel,” he shrugged.

“It’s not. Not good, that is,” Y/n muttered under her breath, continuing to scroll through his application. “‘Devilishly handsome’? Really? Really?”

“You know that part is true. Don’t even pretend.”

A few minutes later, Y/n had finished reading the application Thomas had spent way too much time writing. He appraised her with bright eyes, waiting to hear her verdict.

“Well?”

“Well,” she strung it out a little bit longer, amused by the slight nervousness that hid behind Thomas’s eyes. “After reviewing your application... I’m happy to inform you that you got the job as Y/n Washington’s boyfriend.”

“Yes!” He pumped his fist in the air and leaped out of the bed to take a victory lap. Thomas returned a few seconds later to pull Y/n into a tight hug and placed kisses to her cheeks, lips, neck, and arms.

“I nailed the conclusion, didn’t I? I felt really good about that.”

She laughed and pressed her lips to his again to get him to shut up. When they pulled apart, he gasped and grabbed his phone off the bed.

“I need to post about this.”

She rolled her eyes when she finally set down the phone and snuggled into Thomas’s side. Y/n breathed in the scent of his t-shirt and sighed in contentment.

“This is good, right?” Thomas said softly. “You and I? This is good?”

“It’s more than good. It’s us. I love us,” she replied.

Y/n listened to the beat of his heart and knew that hers was in sync with his. She threaded her fingers through his, and with the other hand, she held open the book she had borrowed from Thomas’s library. Y/n’s eyes were drawn to a line in the book Thomas had underlined who knows how long ago, and she smiled softly.

You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.

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ravenclaw-questions-gone-writing · 4 years ago

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Outline # -1 Abandoned Lore (Trinity)

@fanfics-and-fangirling

I have learned my lesson, I will be writing these on Google docs and then copy-pasting onto Tumblr. While I am on GD, I figured I might as well open the docs I used to write the actual fic. Man, I went through a ton of hoops to get where I am. I will be using the most coherent ones for reference.

I can literally track my thought process as I went through writing all the different versions and I still have no idea how tf I went from this to dropping a flaming papermache whale on Ra’s Al Ghul. And I will die mad about it. Which means more meticulous notes in the future I guess.

Also, I’d like to apologize for how long it took to get this out, I have no sense of time whatsoever and as always, there’s a lot more than expected. This was 7 pages long

Original Ramble Post

Like most of my stories, the MC is an OCI - reincarnator brought into a fictional world they once watched. (Because I am obsessed with that trope.)

I now find the original name I had for her cringy and out-of-place given these are norse gods. So, from now on her name is Lokka, which is the female version of Loki

There’s a whole ass backstory about the transition of godly names and power I won’t go into. Just think Thor and female Thor kind of thing I guess. She’s basically seen as a spare Loki but it’s also a respected position.

Was tempted to name her Sigyn since Marvel doesn’t care about actual norse myth relations. No, Idc that there’s a canon Sigyn.

If you’re curious, the original name was Aradia. Yes, like the queen of witches.

MC is an asgardian, the daughter of the librarian in the royal palace and a blacksmith

She managed to get an apprenticeship under Loki and is occasionally taught by Frigga. She also learns under Eir when both her royal teachers are busy.

Lokka found her way into the central plane, probably having found it’s location from Loki’s notes and is unaware that it’s unstable.

So, Lokka is in the central plane, having the time of her life exploring new lands when she stumbles across a crying Marinette who is very lost

Unlike Lokka, Marinette does not know where she is or what is going on. She literally just tripped into a portal and has no way home.

Lokka takes Marinette under her wing and promises to help her find a way home

Problem is, she doesn’t know which of the three universes Marinette is from.

Even if/when she finds out that the girl is from MLB-verse, she still wouldn’t know which one that is because she has no reference to which world is which. Only that Marinette is probably not from Asgard.

At this point, she is unaware she lived in Marvel, she just knows Asgard is Norse Mythology.

So they continue to wander the central plane, Marinette ends up picking up a card guardian for a pet, accidentally becoming a cardcaptor.

Marinette has trouble pronouncing Lokka and Lokka gives Mari permission to call her Cosette (pre-reincarnation name)

Meanwhile, Ra’s sends Damian and Talia into the Central plane for combat experience and resource gathering.

Ra’s might be 700 years old, he might have access to the Central plane but he sure doesn’t know about magic or how it came to be or the current state of it. He might know something’s off because all the inhabitants have been increasingly on edge and the weather’s been stranger than usual but he didn’t deemed it important

Notably, he has never seen anyone other than those who he’d sent in himself in the central planes (CP, from now on bc I am getting tired of typing the entire thing out) so as far as he knows, the CP’s only entrance point is under his control.

Talia and Damian, who’s still going by Hafid, go hunting for resources and training

They separate for a bit for individual hunting/training time

Marinette and Cosette (Lokka) stumble across Damian’s camp

Misunderstandings occur, Damian fights them, more accurately he fights Cosette

Cosette tries to protect Marinette while also making sure not to harm her opponent

It was harder than she expected considering her opponent was a child

Asgardian training pulls through and she is able to do both

Damian’s tied up, Marinette is confused, and Cosette does not want to deal with this

Negotiation time

Marinette can’t speak Arabic, Damian doesn’t know french, and Cosette has all-speak

This means Cosette’s sitting there, having to repeat everything the kids say to each other for translation’s sake

also misunderstandings before the kids realize allspeak is a thing

Cosette is stuck with two kids who don’t like each other, one of which barely puts up with her so she does what most adults do when kids are too troublesome

Distract them: she does magic tricks with actual magic

Damian+Marinette are fascinated, Cosette accidentally gains two magic students

even though she’s still learning herself and all she has for guidance right now are Loki’s and Frigga’s notes

So, the trio end up travelling together

Damian demands Marinette should at least be able to fight so they train her too

They also figure out that Marinette and Damian’s worlds are not the same.

Cosette drills some value of life, basic morals, and feminism into Damian’s head

Marinette and Damian (Hafid) have trouble pronouncing each other’s names

They chose nicknames for each other from Cosette’s bedtime stories

Marinette is obviously angel or Tenko

Damian is gets Kabane, the name of a half demon

Kabane later changes to Kasane, protective blade

Yes, Cosette was/is a weeb and yes, they still mispronounce names which defeats the whole purpose but at least they kids don’t notice now even if Cosette is cringing every time they

They run into another card guardian and this one goes to Damian.

Cosette does not pout about this, it would be very immature

One training montages, several fights, a couple language lessons, and an abandoned (and Cosette-raided) house later, Cosette gets to the part of Loki’s notes where she figures out that the CP is collapsing in on itself and uh-oh

She tells the kids the gist of it but they’re too smart, ask all the right questions, and end up figuring out the important parts of situation that she’s trying to keep from them

Cosette is both impressed and a little put out, mostly impressed because not only did they figure out extremely complex magic, they also mostly remained level headed.

Marinette wants to rescue the card guardians and for once Damian is backing her up so Coestte gives up the notion of returning home and they go collect the guardians.

Remember, DC and MLB universes are closing in on each other

MCU is drifting away

If they don’t collect the guardians, Cosette would have the time to just drop them off at their world collection points and head back to hers

After collecting a couple guardians, they end up finding Talia and explain the situation to her.

Talia joins the gang, she may or may not be plotting a marriage

They raid a couple more houses, collect the 54 card guardians, and complete the power transfer ritual (replacing the Yue’s trial because the cards are the guardians)

The cards end up latching onto the three kids.

Marinette gets the Mistress title, Damian gets Sun Guardian, and Cosette gets Moon guardian.

Originally Cosette was going to be the mistress and Marinette the Moon guardian but because of the way I’ve decided magic works in this world - explaining that will need a whole other post - if Marinette is the moon guardian and gets the Ladybug miraculous, she will - for lack of better word - get sick and possibly die... or not.

Y’know what, it made sense at the time. But now that I think about it, we’re going back to the original idea.

Cosette’s the Card Mistress, Marinette’s the Moon guardian and Damian’s the Sun guardian.

Spoiler alert: that is a plot point for tropes-verse.

The completion of the ritual breaks puts CP deteriorations in high acceleration

Damian and Talia get into their circle, Cosette and Marinette in the other

Damian doesn’t have any cards bc he doesn’t want his grandfather trying to get to them. He and Talia agreed Ra’s would only know about the CP’s destruction. He does, however, have a CP beast that they picked up.

CP beast: magical creature that was born of CP’s magical residue or smth

Damian’s looks like a Teddiursa (Teddy bear pokemon) it is not

They have a notebook from a raided house detailing CP’s deterioration for proof

Cosette goes with Marinette because she can’t make it back to her universe and in the event that Marinette’s also from Cosette’s universe, she won’t be alone

They separate with the promise of meeting again.

At this point, I have had several differing ideas

They all go into DC world because they aren’t sure of Marinette’s world

Child trio goes into MLB world and Talia tells Ra’s Damian died

Everyone goes into MLB and Ra’s finds out about the collapse when he tries going in himself and finds out he can’t and just assumes they died

Y’all, I’m starting to see why I can’t do one-shots…

One of the things I forgot to mention in the rambling post is that while Marvel-verse was pulling away, it also messed with the time regulation thing, a day in the Maribat-verse will

Time in CP was very messed up

Kind of assumed readers could piece it together but I figured might as well make it obvious and straight up say it

MLBU: Cosette and Marinette arrive safely

Marinette is delivered home and Cosette has to figure something out

They find out Marinette has only been gone for a week

Marinette has some separation anxiety for about three days

Cosette slowly realizing this is an MLB universe and having a crisis

Cosette gets adopted by the Dupain-Chengs and starts working at the bakery

I have not figured out ages for Cosette

MLB goes like most Maribat fics pre-gotham because I’m lazy

Will likely be adjusted if I ever actually write this fic

Except Cosette steps in when things got too far and Paris has 3 heroes

Cosette is the known as the Sorciere or Lokka

Her uniform is just her asgardian armor

Good but misguided Adrien, Cosette probably adopts him too

Love square goes platonic and Cosette is glad this rom-com is over

Magic tutoring continues

Cosette is neutral with Fu and fascinated by the miraculous

You remember those ghost interactions? Those are filtering in

One of the first things to merge is the internet, because it doesn’t have a physical body and it’s just waves of information

News and discoveries between the world are being swapped

Given what I remember from DC and dimension travel, it wouldn’t be surprising if they figured out universes were merging.

The news about JL and Paris’s situation are causing all kinds of confusion

Cosette beings looking for information on Damian

As the physical world begins merging, there’s pockets of space where you can slip from one world into another; not quite portals but close

Eventually the trip to NY became a trip to Gotham because their plane slipped between planes (sorry, I saw the chance and I had to take it.) but yeah, that happened.

There’s quite a few details I’m forgetting

DCU: Damian and Talia arrive ok and report bare basics to Ra’s

It has also only been a week

Ra’s is displeased to find them back until they report the state of the CP

There’s the whole coup not long after and Damian is sent to Bruce

Damian is much more innocent looking when he’s bringing what appears to be a teddy bear with him

It’s name is Abd and it has grown wings by now. Actual name pending.

He gets teased about it, but under Cosette’s teachings, he has learned the virtue of patience, underestimation, and getting revenge with a side of entertainment

He does not try to kill Tim either

He also has to make the choice of bringing Abd with him as Damian or as Robin

He choses to make a side company for WE making toys based off creatures from the CP so Abd wouldn’t look too out of place

It takes two weeks for the bats to realize there’s something off about the Abd

They are convinced it’s haunted and Damian is very entertained

Abd only moves in daytime when no one - Damian excluded - can see it

Movement can expel magic that interferes with recording tech

Alfred is the first to figure it out and surprise, surprise, he has some magic books for Damian to learn from

It’s from the Wayne family library and they just assumed the language was lost to time. At least three are from Alfred’s own family.

Bat brothers spend the next 6 months trying to convince Damian his magical pet bear is a haunted doll.

Damian sort of getting along with Poison Ivy because his Sun magic is very compatible with plants and they love him

On an unrelated note, the plants seem to refuse to attack the new Robin

Damian randomly, unconsciously humming to songs Cosette and Marinette sang

Damian just vibing with the magic users of JL and Teen Titans

No one took him seriously at first but he pointed something out during a conference

“Robin, stand down and let the magic users handle this” - Green Lantern, probably

Constantine who actually knows what he’s talking about “No, no, let the boy talk.”

The plan was twice as efficient after Damian was through with it

Now Constantine’s trying to adopt Damian as an apprentice, he’s failing bc the bats are protective and possessive of what is theirs

Reminder that Damian brings Abd with him everywhere and he’s still getting teased about it from anyone who is not a bat (still convinced the thing is haunted)

The only thing the magic users have picked up about Abd is that he’s a magical construct which could mean a number of things but they brush it off as just a doll.

No one is prepared for the thing to come to life, multiply in size, and start spitting ice, sleep sand, and illusions. (Hiccups bubbles and can also turn into a cloud.)

They are also not prepared for the thing to quadruple in size and for Damian to ride it like a horse into battle. Reminder that Abd has wings and can fly.

Confusing talk about what’s going on in Paris and some other parts of the world

JL slowly figure out the universal merger that Damian already knows about

Damian is not impressed, it took him and Angel about 2 hours as 9 year olds

Somehow, Damian still has the ice prince image, less demon spawn though, that goes to Abd

Time moves on and one day, a plane from the other world arrives in Gotham

There’s a bit of confusion but it’s not exactly the first time something like this has happened at this point

WE steps up and offers jobs and a tour and all the usual Maribat plans (not just for the kids but all the other people on the plane)

Given the merger of the internet, MLB class and crew have some idea who the Waynes are and they accept.

Estimated about 6 months for full merger so people from MLB world are kinda just stuck there until then

Lila literally cannot lie about knowing the Waynes personally but she sure can lie about other things.

Dick and Damian are sent in to monitor the group

The reunion is awkward given they can’t freely interact and are not supposed to know each other.

While Dick is talking, there are just wide eyed staring between Marinette, Damian, and Cosette. With something a little extra between Marinette and Damian.

Cosette is torn between laughing and groaning at another rom-com trope coming in fast.

She ends up filming it bc blackmail is always good to have

Adrien is confused and quite frankly, he’s really just there to cover for them

The tour begins and about five minutes in, the trio breaks off and exchanges stories and names.

Cosette hears about Batman and has a dawning realization of what this world is, mentally nopes out, later digests that they are going into Maribat verse

Starts checking off Maribat tropes they’re coming across bc she might as well have fun with it

They continue to meet up

Batfam thinking Damian somehow managed to get two girlfriends

Damian choking on his breakfast when it is brought up

The girls are invited to dinner and Damian is just dying inside

Cosette blatantly hitting on all Damian’s brothers in the first 5 minutes

Damian screaming internally while Cosette cackles

Dick is awkward until he realizes it’s a joke, Jason plays along, Tim has an awkward bean crisis

Tim x Cosette? Maybe.

Cosette does that sit and repeat thing at least three times out of habit

Batfam gets full explanation about how they met and everything

I have played with the idea of Cosette getting fear gassed a couple times and Idk how it would go tbh.

That’s as far as I got with this version, so shenanigans ensue

Pretty sure they used the cards and magic throughout even if I didn’t mention it

Absolutely would be useful for being in two places at once

I later changed so the merger happens and then Paris’s heroes meet the Justice League

Damian immediately recognizing Cosette but not Marinette bc magic

still effective but weaker because of Damian’s magic type

He later recognizes Marinette later when she pulls off a move he taught her way back in CP

Nickname confusion for everyone else

Cosette vs Constantine on who gets to teach Damian magic

Damian goes to Paris. They beat Hawkmoth and then go to Gotham.

Also had a general idea of a plot with LoS that never got fleshed out past existing

If we’re going for the rebound version: Cosette reunites with Thor and Loki during the Avengers movie

Also, poor Heimdallr. He probably had a lot of headaches with the universe crash

Accelerated merger because of the convergence in the dark world.

I wanna go with 2012 Avengers towers shenanigans. + Loki and his sort-of but not really daughter

Cosette vs Antman, shrinking/growing, science vs magic.

And then there’s the whole Ironman vs Batman vs Arrow rich boy fight

Hammer x Luthor or Hammer vs Luthor?

Also, Cosette just staring at her home universe in betrayal and being insulted she didn’t think of it earlier because classic Nordic myths had Loki as Odin’s brother and not his son among other things but still

Fight against Thanos is a bit anti-climatic when you give a gremlin murder child magic and a sword that can through anything, including magical artifacts.

this baby boy can and will fight God and Cosette’s not really the kind to hold him back

If I actually wrote this, a lot of things would probably change because I’d actually have to put more thought into logistics and how things work

#Maribat #Daminette #multi-crossover #Ven's ideas #Ven's rambling #Abandoned Lore #Ven's idea outline #feel free to ask questions #maribat x CCS #mlb x dc x marvel x ccs #I gave up editing #I only have vague recollection of what is actually written here

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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Like Real People Do

Warnings: noncon/dubcon elements (rough sex, oral), deception.

This is dark!Loki and ft. some Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You’re a temp in Stark Tower by day and a fanfic writer by night. What happens when your professional life collides with your secret hobby?

Note: Brief break from HSB but I’m gonna be working on that today and hopefully figuring out when I’ll finish my other pending series. I need to wrap some stuff up so I can move on to newer series, etc. But for now, I hope you like some sneaky Loki.(inspired by an anon ask) Love you guys!

Leave some feedback, like and reblog if you can <3

It was your second week at the tower. You were still in disbelief. Working with larger than life heroes. Literally. And a paid internship no less. It was like a scene out of your very own fic. Well, those could stay a secret. Especially here.

The golden haired vet and his billionaire pal didn't need to know about your blog. Or that they were the main attraction of it. Or that you had a notebook in your bag of all the ideas that came to you as you typed away at your desk. And who would guess the new assistant was anything but a chipper upstart?

It was almost thrilling. Smiling at them as the plots whirred in your mind. The comments of other thirsty fangirls. And it was all harmless. Just fantasies. Dreams. You'd get your job experience and be on the way all while fueling your illicit hobby.

It was busy that day. Traffic came in and out as you waved them along and checked in when Tony buzzed. It was an easy job and time passed quickly with the people.

As you looked up, you almost rolled your chair out from under you. You dropped your pen and quickly retrieved it from your desk. You smiled up at the burly man as he approached you, a thinner, just a familiar man at his shoulder.

"Hello," You sang as you stood to greet him. "You here to see Tony?"

"Why yes I am," The large blonde boomed in response. "You are new here, my lady?"

"Started just over a week ago," You introduced yourself as he offered his hand. "And you're Thor obviously."

He smiled as the other man rolled his eyes. You righted yourself and shook off your excitement. You glanced at him meekly and cleared your throat.

"Ah, yes, and this is Loki, my brother," Thor chuckled. "He's the quiet type."

You nodded and sat back down. "I'll let him know you're here if you wanna head in."

"Certainly, but if you don't mind, my brother will stay out here." He elbowed Loki playfully, "He's not exactly permitted beyond the desk."

"It was a joke," Loki grumbled, "Your midgardian friends need to evolve a sense of humour."

"Just sit down," Thor turned back to Loki. "And don't give her too much trouble."

Loki rolled his eyes again and retreated. "Don't worry, brother," He sat among the line of chairs, "I'm not so easily amused."

Thor sighed and turned back as he headed past your desk with another smile. Loki leaned back and draped one leg over the other. You took out your cell and hid it behind your monitor as you checked your notifications.

You scrolled for a while and set it aside. Several visitors and regulars passed but a tension remained. The office phone rang and you answered with your usual chime. You turned halfway in the chair as you took the call.

You got down to search through the files in your drawer and as you sat up, you found a lithe figure standing not far from your desk. Loki examined the framed photo of Stark and his lab in London. You finished up your call and hung up as he turned away.

He sat again and tapped his toe impatiently. He ran his long fingers down the lapel of his dark suit as he leaned heavily on his elbow. His green eyes stared dully at the wall opposite him, just right of your desk. You peeked at him and squinted. He caught you before you could look away. He smirked.

You looked down and scribbled along the border of the calendar across your desk. You could sense him watching you. You ignored him as you waited for his brother to return. You slid your phone closer and swiped it open. A message blipped in your inbox.

‘Very intriguing stories’. It read. You hurriedly tapped in a ‘thank you’, hit send and locked your phone again. You stared at the screensaver as it bubbled up the monitor.

Finally, you heard that deep voice again. You glanced over your shoulder as Thor appeared beside your desk with Tony. They chuckled as they neared but Loki did not rise.

“Fine. You keep him in line and I can put up with him. I let the rest of the team know.” Tony said.

“Oh, you know, he’s not all bad,” Thor grinned at Loki and beckoned him over with two fingers. He didn’t move. “He’s a changed god. Trust me.”

“Mmhmm,” Tony hummed skeptically. “We’ll see but you understand, it all comes down on you.”

“You two are much more alike than you think,” Thor laughed. “You both worry too much!” He turned and swept over to Loki. “Come on, brother, before your sour face changes his mind.”

Loki stood with a huff but followed his brother out; chin held high and eyebrow arched. Tony shook his head and leaned on your desk.

“Word of warning: avoid that one.” He grumbled and you nodded with a shy smile. “Oh, and, coffee. Please. Need it after that one.”

🖋️

Thor and Loki became another staple in the office. By the end of your first month, you were over being star struck. The avengers, the worldly heroes, they were all just your co-workers. And they were nice. Nat brought you a frap every now and then, Steve always went out of his way to say hi, and Bruce was just happy to have someone who would smile and nod through his scientific spiels.

And your blog was booming.

Every night when you got home, you wrote and posted as much as you could. Your small following had doubled and so had your enthusiasm. You might’ve felt a tinge of guilt as you sat across the desk from America’s saviour or his grungy best friend, but they made for steamy fics. Besides, you reminded yourself, it was fiction. You knew the difference between fantasy and reality.

That didn’t always keep you from daydreaming in the office. That day you found yourself doing so several times as Tony stayed late for his last meeting and you were chained to your desk until he was done. You spun lazily in your chair and checked your phone every now and then. You wanted to write but you didn’t dare do that on a work computer.

Finally, the door opened and you looked over as the two shadows neared. Steve clapped Tony on the back. You sat, patiently patient, as you tore yourself from your thoughts. Tony checked his watch as Steve bid you farewell and waited for him to leave before he turned to you.

“Well, kid, I guess you can head out,” He said. “See ya tomorrow, bright and early?”

“You sure?” You asked coyly.

“Don’t push me. I can always find some colour-coding that needs to be done.” He teased. “I gotta find Pepper before she finds me.” He straightened his jacket. “Have a good one. And wish me luck… I’m only about an hour late.”

He strode out and you stood from your chair with a long stretch. Maybe you’d ask for an upgrade in seating. You packed up your purse and the elevator dinged again. You looked up, surprised. Steve waved awkwardly as he entered.

“Hey, you know, I was just about to leave and I realised, well, it’s late and…” He shrugged, “You need a ride?”

“A ride?” You repeated as you grabbed your blazer from the back of your chair. “Oh, you really don’t have to--”

“It’s dark and kinda chilly. I got heated seats,” He offered. “But I can understand if you prefer those luxury subway recliners.”

“Alright, you’ve twisted my arm.” You rounded the desk and neared him. “Thanks, Steve. You’re a real hero.”

“Well, that’s what they say,” He smiled as he led you to the elevator and hit the button. “So, where exactly am I going?”

🖋️

Once you were in the car, you were near giddy. It was a bit reminiscent of your last fic. An indulgence on your part. You resisted the urge to pull out your phone as you smiled at him from your seat, his sparkling blue eyes reflected the street lights. Captain America, the Captain America, was driving you home.

Alright, alright, settle down. He was just a man and he was just being nice. And you were terribly quiet, weren’t you?

“Um, so, how was your day?” You asked nervously.

“Ah, usual,” He said. “Tony’s such a perfectionist. We’re headed… we’ll, we’re due for a mission and he’s been lecturing me about ‘unnecessary heroics’, although I call those my job.”

“Mmm,” You nodded emphatically. “Sounds exciting… dangerous.”

“Surely more than riding a desk,” He chuckled. “How’s it going, anyway? You ready to bring a pillow with you or what?”

“Ha, yeah,” You scoffed. “I mean, I’ve had worse. There was an unpaid internship I had entirely in a mail room. Amazing experience.”

“Sounds like,” He returned as the GPS guided him down your street. “You should see if Tony can show you around the lab. He’s always keen to show off his latest toys.”

“Maybe I will,” You chirped as he pulled into your building lot. “Thanks again for the ride.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t feel right. I was already there and--” He put the car into park as he looked at you. “And well, I’ll be honest. Forgive me if it’s a little forward but… we don’t really get much time, do we? In the office, there’s so many distractions and interruptions--”

You giggled nervously as he stretched his arm over the back of your seat.

“What I’m trying to say is it was my pleasure.”

You looked down shyly. Your cheeks burned and you slowly looked back up. You squeaked as his lips met yours. You tried to pull away but he only leaned in more. While it wasn’t entirely unwanted, you couldn’t help but think of your internship. He didn’t seem the type for one night stands and you weren’t exactly fond of the idea of an office romance; even with him.

“Steve,” You finally parted, breathless.

“Sorry, sorry, I just…” He sat back and looked at his hands meekly. “I had to. I’m sorry if I--”

“Really, it… it was nice but I just don’t think…”

“You liked it though?” He interrupted.

“Of course, I mean, I--” You caught yourself and squeezed the strap of your purse. “I can’t really afford to lose this internship and this could--”

“No one needs to know,” He blurted out. “I know how these things are nowadays. I just… I really like you.”

“I don’t know,” You bit your lip. “I… um…”

“Look, I won’t pressure you.” He raised his hands. “I just was putting myself out there. I guess… bad timing.”

You looked at your purse then back to him. You peered around the car. Who would know? Well, you would and Steve would. Things might get awkward if you were to… Then again, this was a dream come true. Were you really going to get out of this car alone? You couldn’t help but wonder if reality lived up to fiction.

“You’re right,” You said quietly. “No one needs to know.”

🖋️

Steve had you off the floor before the door was closed. Your purse bounced across the carpet as he carried you past the doormat and the flimsy coat rack. He blindly lumbered around with you in his arms, your lips locked together. He fell onto the couch with you beneath him as you pushed the leather of his coat down his shoulders.

He parted to help you untangle it from his arms and was just as quick to tear your blazer off and toss it away. His tee shirt was next and your blouse barely kept its buttons as he ripped it off. You never expected such vigour from him; more a doting sore of intimacy, not that you were complaining.

You slipped out of your heeled oxfords and he kicked off his own shoes as you admired his torso. Every muscle rippled beneath his flawless skin and for a moment, you felt a tickle of insecurity. Look at him. He was perfect.

The jingle of his buckle drew you back. You bit your tongue eagerly as you stood and wiggled out of your stuffy dress pants. His eyes followed your hands as you bared your thighs and stepped out of the wool. With his fly undone, he reached out and drew you to him. He kissed you again as you straddled his lap.

His hands were swift in unhooking your bra. Another surprise. You always dreamt of the clumsy pan plucked from the past. You dropped the undergarment down your arms as he cupped your tits. You flung it away and wrapped your arms around him. You tossed your head back as his lips tickled your throat and rocked atop his lap. He groaned and ran his thumbs over your nipples.

You purred and felt along his chiseled torso. You pushed your hand past his jeans and the elastic of his briefs. Your fingers slipped below as he gasped against your throat. You gripped his cock and slowly moved your hand between your bodies. He was thick and just as big as you imagined; maybe bigger.

He bent his head and kissed along your chest. You arched your back and twined your fingers through his hair. You held him to you as you stroked him and he kneaded your ass hungrily. He lifted his ass easily with you atop him and shoved his pants down his thighs until he sprung out.

You carried your motion as he fell back against the couch. His hands trailed up your sides and back again. He gripped your hips then dragged his nails down your thighs. He nodded as you bit your lip and got up on your knees. You hovered over him and shed your panties. You straddled him again and lined him up with your entrance. You lowered yourself onto him as you slid your hand down his length.

He squeezed your thighs and let out a long moan as you took all of him. You pulled your hand away and grasped his shoulders. He was a lot and your walls strained around him. You shuddered and his fingers danced up your curves.

“Go slow,” He said.

You nodded and tilted your pelvis carefully. Your breaths were shaky as you lifted yourself up and he impaled you once more. You leaned back with your hands on his thighs as you tried to ease the pressure. His eyes roved your body as you rocked your hips, slowly building your tempo.

“That’s it,” He uttered.

He explored your body with one hand and his other rested just below your stomach. He pressed his thumb to your clit. You bucked and sped up as he played with you. You huffed as you arched your back and rode him wildly. Your eyes rolled back as you chased your orgasm. The tendrils that stretched over your flesh and strangled you in bliss.

Your climax shook you. He grasped your hips and kept you moving as your arms trembled weakly. “So naughty,” He whispered. His voice was low, dusky; so unlike his own. “So delectable.”

Your vision was blurry as you lifted your head. You let him use your body as another orgasm rose. You sat up as he guided you up and down his cock. You whined as you came and closed your eyes in rapture.

You cried out as you were suddenly flipped onto you back. He didn’t miss a beat as he fucked you into the cushions, your legs splayed around him. His snarls were animalistic, ravenous, as he rutted into you. You babbled and grabbed weakly at his thick arms planted beside your head.

He pulled out and grunted. A warmth spilled down your thighs as he pushed himself back onto his knees. He watched as he stroked himself over the edge and his golden hair fell forward. You sighed as you touched your forehead dazily. He caressed your thighs as he caught his breath.

“Wow,” You murmured.

“Yeah,” He panted. “Wow.”

🖋️

In the back of your mind, you dreaded the early morning but you were too elated to care. Too intoxicated by your lust to worry about the body next to you as you fell asleep. Your double bed was barely big enough for both of you but you didn’t mind his warmth as he slung his arm over you. You dozed contently; floating in a river of bliss.

You woke with a snort. Your face was buried in the pillow and the sky was still dark outside. You sat up groggily and felt your way to the bathroom. You relieved yourself and rinsed off the remnants of your tumble. You stumbled back to the bedroom, eager to squeeze in a few more hours before you had to drag yourself back to the tower.

You tiptoed out to the living room and grabbed your phone before you got back into bed, careful not to disturb your guest. As you laid back and lit up your phone, you dropped it on your chest. You lifted it and held up the glow to the pillow next to yours. That wasn’t Steve.

You swore loudly and threw your phone at Loki. His eyes shot open as yours began to adjust to the dark. You pushed yourself up as he caught your wrist. A low snicker sent a chill through you as he tugged you closer. His arm snaked up below you and he pulled you against him.

“’His eyes spoke of his sin, but his body promised heaven.’” He slithered and you froze. “Poetry, almost.”

“You-- How did you--” You cringed at your own words; written for your lascivious blog.

“I do wonder what he would think,” Loki clung to you as you squirmed. “I don’t think he’d be so eager as all that.”

“How could you-- You tricked me,” You pushed against his shoulders.

“I gave you what you wanted,” He said. “And you can’t say you didn’t enjoy it, dear.”

“I thought you were...him,” You stuttered. “I never would have--”

“I can be him,” You felt the change, heard it in his voice. “Or maybe another favourite.” His voice deepened and you recognized Bucky’s sonorous tones.

“No, no,” You whined desperately. “Stop! Please.”

“Stop?” His voice returned to normal and he turned so that you were atop him, his arms firmly around you. “Oh, but I am your biggest fan, dear. I have but one suggestion.” He stared at you through the dim. “I’d be a great addition to your repertoire.”

“You’re sick!” You snarled. “You--you--”

“I know your secret,” He sneered. “I admit, your little tales would make for some fascinating conversation among those ridiculous Avengers but I think you might just find yourself no longer welcome among them.”

“You wouldn’t,” You hissed.

“What makes you think that?” He taunted.

“What do you want?” You breathed.

“I’m sure your dirty little mind can answer that,” His hand wandered lower and you felt the twitch between you. “Hmm?”

You shook your head; mortified, shocked.

“You can resist it but I feel your heart racing; the heat coursing through your veins… mmm, that would make for great prose, wouldn’t it?”

“Please…” You begged.

“Oh, I can please you,” He said. “You just have to let me, dear.”

He rolled you onto your back in a moment and his hand crawled along your stomach cloyingly. You stared at him, his silhouette limned in the dull light that streamed in past the curtains. He slowly retreated as he lowered his head. His lips made you shiver as he laid a trail of kiss along your chest.

“Loki…” You whispered.

“Louder,” He spoke against your skin.

“Loki,” You said louder. “Please, don’t.”

He continued his path along your stomach, a hand played with your tits blindly as he did. You trembled as he reached the vee of your pelvis. His teeth grazed your hip bone and you closed your eyes. You caught his hand on your chest.

“Loki,” You said again.

“My dear,” He raised his head. “I’m about to put your stories to shame.”

He slipped his fingers up along your ass and between your folds. You winced as he bent his head and his cool tongue met his fingers at your clit. You inhaled sharply and tilted your pelvis against him. He purred in approval as he swirled his tongue around your clit.

You reached down to stop him and he flicked his tongue. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you urged him on. Your legs bent around him as he nestled between them. He hooked his hands around your thighs and held on as he lost himself in you. You writhed as he suckled and lapped, soon breathless and mewling.

You bucked your hips as you came and he held you firm as he coaxed you over the edge. He was slow to pull away and you covered your face as he sat up in the dark.

“Don’t be shy, dear,” He drew your hands away from your face. “You don’t have to be with me. I know everything. I’ve read every story a dozen times.” He pinned your hands beside your head. “And I want to live them all.”

He held you down as he dipped his pelvis. You felt his tip along your cunt and held your breath. There was one part of himself he hadn’t changed. The head of his cock slid along your folds and he slowly pushed inside as he found your entrance. You gasped as he plunged into you entirely. He lingered and basked in the feel of you around him.

He wasn’t slow this time. Or gentle. As he thrust, he jerked your entire body and the bed swayed beneath you. You were still tender from before and you whimpered as he rocked into you. His motion was deliberate and deep. He was sure to make you feel it. He squeezed your wrists until your fingers were numb.

“Say it,” He snarled as he pounded into you. “Say my name.”

“Loki,” You cried out. “Loki!”

“Again!” He commanded.

You repeated his name over and over, though you weren’t sure if you were begging him to stop or keep going. It wasn’t long before your core was once more buzzing. You pushed your head back into the pillow and gritted your teeth as the chant turned erratic. You squealed as you came, the syllables uttered pathetically.

He released your wrist as he sat back. He grabbed your legs and pulled them up against his torso but never wavered. He hammered into you as he held your legs to his shoulders and you groped desperately at the blanket. The springs of the bed were noisy and added to the salacious sounds of your fucking.

He stopped suddenly. A few final spasms as he hugged your legs to him and gave a soft groan. You felt the warmth seep through you. He dropped your legs and they fell around him as he breathed heavily. He rocked his hips a few times before he pulled out of you. You could feel his cum as it leaked out onto the sheets.

He ran his hand along your thigh and squeezed it. He nudged you and when you didn’t move, he forcefully rolled you over. He slapped your ass as he pushed your legs together and straddled your thighs. You lifted your head and he shoved it back down..

“My dear,” He slithered. “I think I might just be your best story.”

#loki #dark loki #dark loki x reader #dark!loki #dark!loki x reader #loki x reader #thor #avengers #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #fic #one shot #au #mcu #marvel #dark fic #dark!fic

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gummybearzgocrazyagain · 4 years ago

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MALEC FIC REC POST, vol.3

vol. 1

vol.2

Media AU

Society Rules by @Tiger_Tiger_Burning_Bright [it is apparently based on films i’ve never heard of - The Philadelphia Story / High Society - which does not make it any less entertaining. malec are childhood friends, who had a falling out 5 years ago, and now Magnus is back from London to interrupt Lightwood wedding, aka the social event of the season]

Making my way to you by @asharee_arie [woah, what was that??? is the correct answer “a perfect fanfic”?? what a muthafuckin delight, where has this gem been hiding this whole time??? i was on the floor, rolling around and squealing like a newborn piglet. Intended as some kind of Office AU, this piece does not necessarily follow the outline, but who cares, when the story, and characters, and author’s style are all that perf??? i am in luv]

Mistletoe and Margaritas by @nevermetawolf [this is legendary, and i mean, muthafuckin epic - Office AU so authentic you’d feel it in yo old bones... author calls it a crack fic, although it was anything but!!! major must read for those, who’s ever loved office, allllllll the kudos]

Once Upon a Time in the Clouds by @Fatale (femme) [one of my all-time fav authors, every time i come by a piece i have not read yet, is like a huge YAY, what a talent. so this piece is an AU of something called “sky high”, which i have no idea about, but luved it nevertheless, Alec is born to a family of Supers, and is going to school for children with superpowers, but he himself is yet to manifest any.]

Quite Magical by @lorenzobane [Hogwarts AU, and what an adorable thing it was! granted, i’ve never actually read any of HP books, this was such a delight though... alec is bad at potions, and magnus has to tutor him *wink*]

Chef AU

the way to a chef’s heart by @lecrit [okay, the GIANT SMILE one’s face acquires when one finds out there is a new lecrit fic ≧◠‿◠≦ ≧◠‿◠≦ ≧◠‿◠≦ was reading it, and legitimately squealing like a feral piglet all the way through, cause i fucking luv every single word this woman writes, is like a tiny endorphin explosions in my brain. i know am a hopeless fangirl, but i’ll die on this hill. the way she gets malec, and every variation of them in her works just makes me go (❁´◡`❁) every. single. time.]

kids in the kitchen by @perpetual_journey [cuteness personified, malec are both chefs, and magnus is a single father of max and rafe, and go and read ittttttttt, its that soft content we all need in our lives sometimes]

Knives at the Ready by @harrysglasses [restaurant AU, that is supposed to be a malec rendition of Burnt (am guessing it’s a movie...?), and what a sweet treat it was! i liked author’s style, this is the kind of smooth, unproblematic content one would require to take repose from all the heart-clenching longing i’ve been reading lately... delightful piece to ease thy soul]

Single Parent AU

I Knew From the First Time by @KlaineJane [emmm, excuse you, dear author, who gave you the right to use Rafe and Max to get to my heart, and be generally so fucking cute??? Alec is a single dad of both rascals, that has a meeting with the High Warlock of Brooklyn, and Chairman meets new friends]

And Then I Met You by @everydayfandom [malec are single parents of max and rafe respectively, and alec gets called in to school about the accident max was involved in...who doesn’t luv them some gud ol’ sweet piece of kidfic? those are like a soothing baths for your soul, and lightwood-bane kids are incapable of being anything less than extremely adorable in any interpretation, so]

College AU

Don’t say goodnight by @alistoney [this the kinda lighthearted content i am always here for - College AU]

One year and a bottle of whiskey by @CryptidBane [yassssss, yet another version of the College AU, but with malec as both clueless and pining professors, this type of fic i can read endlessly]

All is Fair in Love and War by @LadyOxymoron [aaaaaaaa, what was this adorableness *major heart-eyes* what a piece, mashallah, college professors AU, where magnus is new in town, and malec is engaging in an elaborate prank war, which, undoubtedly, is nothing more than a prolonged foreplay (c), what a gem]

Canon Divergence

oh, i’ve waited for you by @manticoremoons [so, the fic is happening a little bit further in a timeline, than the books or the series, and Alec is around 30, and... married to Lydia. i know, i know, it almost stopped me from proceeding, and boi am i glad it hasn’t completely, cause it is a damn good piece!]

Hey There Demons, It’s Me (Your Dream Boyfriend) by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [how many recs of this author can i make, without being deemed obsessed? cause y’all should go and read every single thing they wrote, stat. this adorableness is outta this world, literally - magnus’ summoning went sideways, and the loft ends up populated with the teenage ghost-demon, who is very clearly enamored with alexander... all kinds of fluff ensue]

Something Else verse by @CryptidBane (Impetus) [maybe it’s my fever talking, but i am such a sucker for memory loss AUs, and SH fandom has the richest canon base for those, yay! this time, it’s an AU verse after 3x10: rather than asking for his magic, Asmodeus curses magnus by taking away memories from everyone who’s ever loved him, in exchange for freeing jace from lilith’s thrall... oh, what a beautiful and delicious angst ensues]

Home by @otppurefuckingmagic [waaaaaaaaat... *sits with her mouth open* how did you....? how did he...? damnnnnnnnnn you authors in this fandom, stop being so talented!!!! this is uncannily brilliant]

I’ll hold on until you’re home by @alistoney [how dare you sir, right in the feels... the missing scene in the midst of 3x18/3x19, when magnus realizes what his idiot of a boyfriend has done, and confronts him about the Asmodeus deal]

First time for everything by @nebulein [“Nowhere in a Shadowhunters’ job description does it read ‘must look adorable while infatuated with the local High Warlock’.” - series of firsts written with such tenderness and adoration for characters, that it warms your heart while reading, - it shows how much the author cares for them. it is not finished, but whatever has already been written, is gold]

Fake dating AU

The Great Repression by @CryptidBane (Impetus) [although it might not be exactly my regular cup of tea, i still appreciate this author’s style so damn much, and the way they do malec dynamic overall, so it’s here. magnus is a camboy, and alec is hired to protect him from a stalker]

Friends to lovers

Family is Family by @hexicity [my brains are fried by the covid, so any coherent rec would be unlikely right about now, but the softness of this <333 alec sees an ad about a free room, and when he moves in, he finds way more, than he bargained for... gave me a bit of a “happy, shiny people everywhere” vibe, and that’s an automatic rec in my books, so]

Spinning Around In Circles by @lemonoclefox [my fav friends to lovers/mutual pining trope, here you are, and what a pretty pretty wrapper are you wearing - absolutely amazing interpretation of a trope, that seems to has been done to death, and yet here i am, never able to get enough of it <3]

If it walks like a duck by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [this. i was reading this. and after every single word. all i wanted to do was get down on one knee and propose to this person. i dunno who the hell you is, but.... how did you do this? it was... another level of fanfiction.]

Neighbors AU

Meow 17:1 Love Thy Neighbor by @high-warlock-of-brooklyn [again, not a fan of drabbles, but who could resist such softness??? Neighbors AU, where Chairman takes some lessons he learnt from “Parent trap” to heart, and alec is a stumbling mess, but he gets shit done, kudossssssss]

Various AU mix

Solid courage by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [how goddamn CUTE was dat???? answer - the cutest. mashallah people in this fandom can write]

Paper Love by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [it would not be an exaggeration to admit i thoroughly fell in love with this author’s style, i mean, all and every version of their malec is all kinds of awesome. this one is no exception - catarina works in the library, and malec have to take madzie out to a coffee shop, cause their obnoxious flirting is too loud for the quaint environment of catarina’s workplace.... it’s tiny and so so sooooooo sweet]

make no bones by @ohfreckle [yaaaaaaaaay, what a cutie, tiny preciousness about magnus having an awful day and taking it out on a no-good useless building super, simply delightful]

Freud is a Dick by @sanctuary_for_all [Alec works in IT firm, and accidentally sends someone else’s dick pick to his boss, whom he has a crush on... do i need to say more]

shadows in moonlight by @kaeg [damnnnnnn, son, that was a ride!! something exquisitely soulful, tender and so, so poetic... young malec meet in summer vacation home, and it will take your breath away in the best way possible... warning, it is unfinished, but whatever was written, is absolute preciousness]

For the Love of the Game by @TicklemyPickle [Hockey AU, where malec were childhood friends, but had a falling out, and were not in touch for the last 7 years, until magnus gets traded in to alec’s team... i was somewhat unsure about reccing this, as some of the choices author made regarding their dynamic did not exactly resonate with me, but decided to go on, because, god as my witness, one thing this world definitely needs more of - is malec Hockey AUs, word upppp]

Love Is A Gamble by @la-muerta [i myself do not completely understand, why has it taken me so long to get to the “The importance of elsewhere” author’s most famous piece, but i finally have, it was amazeballs, like, the world-building...? off the charts. the language, the moral struggle, what a gem. alec is a grumpy and surely sheriff *duh!!!* of a tiny town, and magnus strolls in being all... well, magnus-y, and opens a gambling house, the potential!!! anyway, i highly doubt this piece needs recs, so imma zip it]

@ohprongs [this author has too many tiny pieces i like to name them individually, but as far as reccing goes, they should def be mentioned here for their effortless, seamless style, and clear love for the characters in all interpretations, that simply shines through all and any AUs they choose to put malec in]

special mention:

@theleftboobgrabber [i wasn’t aware that at this stage it was still possible to come by someone like this. the author, who’s style would impress me so. that unbelievably glorious Mafia AU, absolutely delightful and literally perfect My mama don’t like you series, and something that went straight to my top-5 - MI6 AU ohhhhh, that MI6 AU... i have no coherent words to express the depths of my appreciation, this is unbelievable fucking talent for writing malec]

#malec #malec fic rec #malec fic #shadowhunters fic rec #shadowhunters

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lilydalexf · 4 years ago

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Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with MaybeAmanda

MaybeAmanda has been a longtime participant in X-files fandom. She has 29 stories at Gossamer, the earliest being archived there in 1998 and the latest in 2012. I've recced some of my favorites of her stories here before, including "Malus Genus" and "Snow in Alabama." Big thanks to MaybeAmanda for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

It does, in a way. The feedback I get nowadays is either of the "I read this like 20 years ago and I just read it again" variety or the "I was too young back in the day but I have been watching the show in reruns/on XYZ streaming service/on the full-series of DVDs I got for $3 from the thrift store and I was THRILLED to discover fanfiction was being written even in the Dark Ages!" So it's a bit of a surprise, but it's a pleasant one. I answer every mail/comment because my mama raised me right!

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

It was great. It was fun. It was educational. It was a godsend. Even with the occasional bouts of back-stabbing and flame-throwing, it was mainly a welcoming, inclusive place to be. I made so many online friends who have turned into meat-friends (do they still call them that? Probably not). During the first run of the show I had small children and we had relocated for my husband's job. I had very little social life, but the fandom gave me a chance to meet and connect with people who liked what I liked. Then I discovered online fanfic, and it was even better!

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

ATXC I think. A lot of email lists - 5 or 6 or 7 or so over the years. Gossamer, of course, Ephemeral when that came into being. Haven discussion boards. My own websites.

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

More than anything? I am a fangirl.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I have always been partial to sci-fi and speculative fiction, but it rarely makes it to the screen - large or small - without being trite, clichéd, or just plain bad. It's easy to forget that The X-Files was groundbreaking - smart, scary, funny, insightful, intriguing, complex plots, on-going mythology. It looked great. It sounded great. David Duchovny was pleasant to look at, too, and damn! Gillian Anderson is/was one hell of an actress.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

I found XF fanfic - somehow - probably by accident, or by way of a recommendation - and it blew my mind. I had written fanfic (of a sort) with my friends in highschool, so I was familiar with the beast, but to find what amounted to excellent story after excellent story for free within (relatively) easy reach (because dial-up, right?) written by people who, for the most part, were thrilled you read their story and were happy to talk to you about it, about writing in general, about your shared obsession - that was amazing. As I am sitting here typing this I am feeling that thrill again - discovering Karen Rasch, Madeliene Partous, Paula Graves [Lilydale note: AKA Anne Haynes], Sheryl Martin and all the other early BNFs was, well, the only word is exciting. I felt like I was a member of a secret society and that I was sitting at the popular kids lunch table, all at once. (Don't forget, in the early days, shippers were considered delusional outliers - seriously!)

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

Good? It's not as lively a place as it once was, but I haven't renounced my citizenship or anything. If I get a rec, I check it out. I know there are those who like to pretend they never had anything to do with the fandom, but why? I am still a proud XPhile.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

Angel (a teeny tiny bit) while XF was still running, but those fans were - I don't know the word. Hardcore does not begin to do it justice. I wrote two short pieces at a friend's request then backed away slowly. Sherlock (a bit) - it is/was very LJ centred and that made it hard to find things. A lot of it moved to tumblr which made it harder, then to twitter, which - no. I was involved in one of the less fashionable facets of the Sherlock fandom, so I was really a fringe-dweller there, too. It seemed clique-ier than XF, and they all seemed so young, and they all knew EVERYTHING about everything, and every damned thing was political, and, and, and... GET OFF MY LAWN!

But maybe I am remembering the XF fandom wrong. ;)

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

Like, all fiction? Mulder and Scully for sure. Arthur Dent. Sherlock Holmes in most of his incarnations. Spock. Winnie the Pooh. Why do I like them? They speak to me, I guess.

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

I haven't watched an episode in probably two years (back when it was on regular tv). Yeah, I think about them surprisingly often. Story ideas, weirdly.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic?

I finished re-reading The Iolokus Series a couple of weeks back, so yes. It's excellent comfort reading.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

Lots! But as far as authors go, I hate playing favourites. I will miss someone I shouldn't and feel like crap. The Iolokus Series by MustangSally and Rivka T. is probably my all-time favourite fic because it's so very well-written, and so very fucked-up. Kipler's Strangers and the Strange Dead is also terrifically well-written and clever. For complex, interesting case files, you can’t beat syntax6 - pick any of them.

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

Oh geez. Seriously? I wrote a lot of collaborations and I love them - and my co-authors - all! Stuff I wrote on my own: Anniversary Waltz (first XF fic I wrote so it's sentimental.) Or Blue Patches. Or Epiphany. Or The Gifts of the Magi (On a Kaiser Roll). Or 221XF. Gonna stop now.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story?

Every time I thought I wouldn't, I did. I would never say never.

Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

Nothing finished ever went un-posted. All the unfinished stuff remains unfinished.

Do you still write fic now?

Haven't for a while, but it's not as if I have said "I SHALL NEVER WRITE FANFIC AGAIN!" I just have nothing in the works at this moment.

Where do you get ideas for stories?

With fic, it's usually from canon - some question unanswered, some road unexplored, some "what if?" that needs iffing. With "original" fiction, damned if I know. A snippet of overheard conversation, an interesting photo, something a random story generator spit out at me. Sometimes things just click.

What's the story behind your pen name?

Okay so...many years ago I was on a (smallish) fic list with a friend. There was a challenge posted - a bad fic challenge. We knew we could write some truly bad fic if we really tried. One of the rules of the challenge was to post under an assumed name so no one would know who they were voting for. Well, my friend and I wrote something truly, painfully horrid and we were very proud of its ghastliness, so were brainstorming possible pseudonyms. She hated everything but had no real suggestions of her own. I knew that she was a bit of a Trekkie (like me) and I said - What about Amanda Greyson and Joanna McCoy? And she said - What?? Huh?? Why?? And I said - Spock's mother and McCoy's daughter and she replied, "Maybe Amanda is Spock's mother but on Star Trek there is not a Joanna." By this point, I was SO DONE, and I became MaybeAmanda and she became NotJoanna. Really.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

It took years for me to admit it, but yeah, they know. They didn't entirely get it. The reactions I most often got were:

"Ew! You write stuff without being forced?? Ew!!"

or:

"Is it smut? I bet it's just smut. You write smut, don't you? Pure filth, right? I can't believe you are wasting your time writing pornography! That's disgusting! You sicken me! Um, can I read some of it?"

And of course:

"If you are going to write anyway, why don't you get published and become fabulously wealthy?"

which is really two questions, neither of which is easily answerable.

Anyone who tracked my work down (because I told them I wrote, but not my pseudonym) usually said something like, "Hey! You're an okay/passable/decent writer! Why don't you get published and become fabulously wealthy?"

Yeah.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

Same old email (maybe_a@rocketmail_dot_com). Gossamer, my site, my LJ and probably some other places. I can't lie - it's a bit scattered.

(Posted by Lilydale on August 4, 2020)

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princess-butters · 4 years ago

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Just a celebrity [knj X reader]

A/n: Hi, I know it’s been a while since my last post, I legit have no excuse except that it’s procrastination and that I had no ideas to go by, I still don’t, but I’m trying my best to write as much as I can now. I have a fanfic in the works that I have coming up and it’s hard to write each chapter without it being mostly filler and actually relevant to the story, you know? It’s actually something that’s been in the works for almost 4. Fucking. Years. and I’m just now writing most of the chapters I have planned. It’s somewhat of a short story too which I’m glad because I was really worried it would be too long and dragged out with said filler but what I do have is a character introduction to the characters. It’s not all of them but it’s at least something to begin the story so once it’s done, I can post it and show you guys what I’m working on. But anyways I’m getting sidetracked. This was originally supposed to be for an imagine but it became too long and I decided it should be its own story so enjoy.

Warnings: [TW // Mentions of forced strict diet, and starvation, Namjoon really wants to eat but can’t because of his company, description of being underweight. Fluff with bits of angst. Y/n is a cynical bitch to Namjoon in the beginning but warms up to him at the end of their first encounter. It’s a fluffy relationship at the end. If I’m missing any TW, please let me know.]

Word count: 1.8k

Your first interaction with Namjoon was during his concerts in Korea since you were studying abroad and your friend, whom you’ve met online and was the sole reason why you wanted to move here, told you about a K-pop group that had debuted a while ago and it’s safe to say that you...didn’t care too much for their music and you only went to their concert to support your friend who was quickly becoming a big fan of them. It’s a unique story, really, it’s not your simple story of a fangirl who goes to some concert and one of the members sees them in the audience and brings them backstage. No, this was completely different. You never had the desire about fantasizing idols when you were younger, now that’s not to say that you didn’t enjoy music because you did, hell, you even own band merch that you still proudly wear but you never found them to be attractive like most fans would and always saw them just as artists.

While Namjoon did spot you and your friend in the crowd, he didn’t tell some security guard so you could exchange phone numbers – it was by complete accident and fate one day when you were walking home from the grocery store to pick up some food for you and your friend until you heard someone bolting towards you, running away from something that seemed serious. Annoyed and a bit taken back by his actions at first, you glance behind you not expecting much but what you didn’t expect was the amount of crazed fangirls heading your way. Gasping as you saw the hurdle of fans, your feet were stuck planted on the ground, standing there frozen with fear as the young, violent fans inched closer and closer, pushing each other around like a bunch of wild animals, until you felt the warmth of someone’s hand, presumably the same guy from earlier.

“Come on, don’t just stand there like a crazy person! I know a place where we can get rid of them!” He sounded young, about your age, the young musician took your hand in his and dragged you with him.

And that’s how you became stuck with each other behind some gritty, old building, trash bins and garbage all over the bleak scenery, you and the young musician huddled up together in-between two dumpsters as the loud and obnoxious cheers of fans faded out into the air. Both sighing with relief, you look up at him unimpressed.

“I guess this is your everyday lifestyle?” You question the young star and he lets out a heavy sigh, still trying to catch his breath from running so fast. It probably didn’t help matters that he was also dragging you along with him.

“You haven’t seen the worst of it. I usually find these girls in my room.” He tells you nonchalantly, like he’s used to it at this point.

“Shouldn’t that be considered trespassing?”

“Yeah but there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m a big star around here and what these girls want, they’ll sure as hell get it.”

“Wow. And here I thought you were just another puppet for the music industry.” You reply back with a snarky undertone, lifting yourself up from the ground and wiping any muck and dirt left on your clothes. The young musician didn’t take your words kindly and narrowed his eyebrows together.

“Hey listen, it’s not as easy as you may think. Just be thankful you’re still alive because if they had caught you, you would’ve been roadkill by now.” He commented as if it was a statement of fact.

“I barely know you!” You argued, lifting your arms up to emphasize your point.

“Doesn’t matter to them. They see some girl out with a popular celebrity, they become lions and you’re their prey.”

You roll at his comment, thinking he’s just over-exaggerating. “Well thank you for the joyride, but I really should get back to my apartment.”

“What did you get?” He asks curiously as he stares at your bag full of food, he sounded like a kid who saw a bag full of candy on Halloween.

“Black bean noodles with rice on the side.” You explain to him simply, going over to make sure you got exactly what you needed and it didn’t fall out while you were running.

The man rests his hand against his stomach, it begins rumbling with hunger as he heard those three words. He hasn’t eaten since yesterday because of the intense and strict schedule his company has forced him to go through and he would be lying right now if he said he wasn’t hungry. “Black bean noodles? That sounds really good! That’s one of my favorite dishes, I haven’t had something like that in a while.”

You cross your arms, thinking it was his way of attempting to relate to you on some level. “Oh please, you’re a star! I bet you eat everything that’s handed to you.” You didn’t mean for it to come out so cold and bitter but you couldn’t help yourself, this was some celebrity and you’ve had a dislike for them because a lot of them are just stuck-up snobs who bully everyone lower class than them. The man gives you a look that even you couldn’t figure out, almost like he was envisioning the different foods he wished he could eat but couldn’t.

“I wish it were that simple. My company would kill me if they saw me eating anything like that, I’m forced to be on a strict diet and I’m barely allowed to eat a granola bar let alone noodles.”

Shocked by his explanation, you lower down your arms and began feeling bad for making such assumptions. You alternate looking between him and the food, clearly the thought of him starving had profusely disturbed you and you couldn’t help but send an expression of empathy and sadness to the lone musician. When you decided to speak up once more, your voice went up an octave, softly responding back in a more friendly manner, it was your discreet way of apologizing to the poor guy for being so harsh. “Really? I’ve never got it before. My friend likes them and practically begged me to get it for her.”

“Your friend has good taste. I guess I better get going, the fans have died down and it’s probably safe for me to leave. It was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah.” You mindlessly say as you watch him turn around before you could say anything else but when he rounds the corner, you quickly find your voice once again and call out to him, hoping he hasn’t left just yet. “Hey! If you want to, why don’t you come over and have dinner?”

He emerges from the side and leans against the bricks walls, hands in his pockets like he’s trying to protect himself from the freezing cold. “I can’t. Mostly because we don’t know each other and my company would kill me if I ate something that wasn’t on their list which is not many, to be honest.”

You slowly walk up towards him and look at him directly, taking a minute to look at his features. Poor thing looked like he was starving himself, even though you’ve never liked idols and found them all to be the same mindless puppets, it can’t be said for this guy. His cheek bones were hollowed, he’s skinny but to an unhealthy standard, and his eyes were baggy and darkened around the sockets, almost sunken in. You couldn’t tell if it was from a lack of sleep, starvation, or both. You hesitate for a moment before placing your mitten hand on top of his exposed hand. “But you’re starving. I can’t let you walk away and not have something.”

“I really can’t.”

“Please? I really don’t want to leave you in this state and the food I have isn’t that bad for you.”

After realizing that you’re not gonna give up on this and that you really were serious, he took a second to think it over. The thought really was enticing and he would be lying to himself once more if he said he wasn’t interested and desperate to eat anything, even if it came from a complete stranger, and he knew the food was legit because well, he can see it very clearly. “Well...alright.”

Once you heard his confirmation, you show a small smile and nodded with him. “Then it’s settled! Off to my house we go!” You latch onto his arm and begin walking home with him when another thought came to mind and halted in your steps. “Oh yeah, you’d better wear your disguise or we’re gonna be running from your psycho fans. I didn’t even catch your name.”

A chuckle came out of him as he placed his cap snug on his head and his mask covering half of his face, the only thing visible were his eyes, everything else made him seem like he was invincible to the public eye. “My name’s Namjoon.”

“So you’re that Namjoon guy my friend always talks about! Oh boy, this is gonna be fun.” You smirk to yourself as you two resume walking, the thought of your friend acting like a complete psycho in front of her bias entertained you.

Once you and Namjoon arrived at your place, your first instinct when you walked through the front door was give an explanation to your friend about why you were late and how worried she was. When you told her what had happened and showed her evidence to prove your case, her reaction was a lot more different than how she usually is. Throughout the evening, you and Namjoon got along fairly well—with the exception of your friend asking him benign questions about his career as an idol and if the other members are exactly the same in real life—you would frequently apologize for her erratic behavior as it worried you it would make the idol uncomfortable but he says it’s nothing compared to what he always hears from fangirls.

You and Namjoon surprisingly hit it off at the end of the night and you exchanged phone numbers when he was about to leave and promised each other you would meet again soon, this time without your friend in the picture. After he left, thoughts began to provoke and you wondered to yourself that maybe, just maybe, you were wrong about idols for once.

And now let’s look at today’s events, where are you and Namjoon right now in your relationship? Well one thing’s for certain is that you two are officially dating and have been since 2017, two years after your initial meeting. When you two became more comfortable with each other, he had invited you over to the dorms and introduced you to his members, to which they immediately welcomed you into their group with open arms, you’ve actually become best friends with some of them. It’s been a fun and crazy ride, exploring different countries and cultures had never crossed your mind before but now you can safely say that it’s been one of the best things to have ever happened in your life. You were fortunate to have somebody like him and him you because along the way, you have made each other better, Namjoon had taught you that being guarded and stubborn shouldn’t lock you out of the world and it’s okay to let your guard down sometimes, and you taught him that just because he was an idol doesn’t mean there shouldn’t be any boundaries and that he was a human being first.

Whenever the media caught wind of your relationship, they always thought it was just a fling and that the two of you would break up like everybody else in the industry but so far, you have proved each and every one of them wrong and now both you and Joon don’t give two shits about what everybody says.

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