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This is relatable, I'm Icarus and found family fics are my downfall. I have been warned but i cant get enough. I keep going back, i know what pain awaits me but I'd rather feel the echo of family, than the looming one i lack.
one thing i hate about reading fan fiction (specifically found family fics) is how i always get hit with the realization that i don’t have friends
@aloeverawrites you're not wrong😭
Your spines may be broken and weathered, but the words you hold are so deeply treasured. The impact of them can not be measured.
I need help finding Soundwave centric fics, I don’t care about who he’s shipped with really, which makes it difficult to search all the fics centered on him, so I’ll take recommendations
To get a feel for what I like, I’m a fan of The Echo Garden by Altraviolet (Obviously), and Living in a Lightless World by Darksidekelz
I'm doing a panel on how to write fanfiction 😆
So my town is having a comic con and entertainment expo, like a small version of Chicago's C2E2.
I signed up to do a panel titled "Beyond Canon: Mastering the Art of Fanfiction Writing." My reason behind doing this panel is to get people excited about writing, as I lead our local writing group.
In the panel, I want to touch on the following:
Introduction to Fanfiction: Define what fanfiction is and its significance in popular culture. Discuss its history and evolution.
Understanding Canon: Emphasize the importance of knowing the source material (canon) thoroughly before writing fanfiction. Discuss ways to research and interpret canon material.
Types of Fanfiction: Explore different genres and styles of fanfiction, such as alternate universe (AU), crossover, fluff, angst, and smut. Discuss the unique challenges and opportunities each genre presents.
Respecting Canon vs. Taking Creative Liberties: Discuss the balance between staying true to canon and taking creative liberties in fanfiction. Explore the ethics of altering or expanding upon established elements of the source material.
Feedback and Community Engagement: Discuss the role of feedback and community engagement in the fanfiction writing process. Explore platforms and communities where writers can share their work, receive feedback, and connect with fellow fans.
Legal and Ethical Considerations: Touch upon legal and ethical considerations surrounding fanfiction, such as copyright issues and respecting the rights of original creators.
The Impact of Fanfiction: Reflect on the broader cultural impact of fanfiction, including its role in fostering community, creativity, and literary analysis.
Q&A Session: Open the floor to questions from the audience, allowing attendees to seek clarification, share their own experiences, and engage in discussion.
Throughout the panel, I want to highlight some incredible fanfictions that have transcended their origins and made their mark in mainstream media as books, TV shows, or movies.
If you know of any fanfictions that have been turned into books, TV Shows, or movies please leave them below! If you have any thoughts or insights on what I should cover in specific areas, I'd appreciate your thoughts below! 😊
Guilty as Sin
Pairing: Reader x Eddie Munson
Word Count: 1460
Prompt: Guilty as Sin by Taylor Swift
Summary: As the new girl in town, you’ve been warned to stay away from Eddie Munson, the school freak, but the fantasy of being with him consumes your thoughts until you can't tell what’s real and what isn’t.
Warnings: Intense fantasy and obsession, emotional confusion and guilt, unsolicited warnings and social judgment.
You’ve heard it all before. The whispers, the sideways glances, the unsolicited warnings.
"Eddie Munson? Seriously?" they say, with raised eyebrows and skeptical smirks, as if the very idea of him being more than the school freak is incomprehensible. They don’t know him, not really. They only see what they want to see—wild hair, heavy metal shirts, and those infamous D&D campaigns he holds in the Hellfire Club. To them, he’s the guy who didn’t fit, who refuses to blend into the mundane.
But you... you've seen something different.
It’s a fantasy, isn't it? Or maybe it’s more than that. Either way, you can’t shake the thoughts—the ones that creep into your mind late at night when the world is quiet, and you’re alone with only your imagination to keep you company. That’s when Eddie Munson becomes more than just a distant figure at the back of the classroom. In those moments, he’s yours.
You can see it so clearly, sometimes too clearly. It feels real, almost as if your mind is playing tricks on you. The way he’d hold your hand under the table, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. The way his voice would drop when he talks to you, low and rough, as if every word is a secret shared just between the two of you. His laughter—God, his laughter—ringing in your ears, free and genuine, breaking through the walls you’ve built around yourself.
You can imagine what they would say if they knew. The judgment, the disbelief. They’ve already told you who Eddie is supposed to be—a troublemaker, a loser, not boyfriend material. But they don’t know him. They don’t know the way his eyes soften when he thinks no one’s looking or how he’s always watching out for the ones who are as out of place as he is. You’ve seen it—those moments where the mask slips and the real Eddie shines through.
Sometimes, you think you’re losing it. The lines blur between what’s real and what’s imagined, and you can’t help but wonder... are these just fantasies, or are they memories? Did you really feel his lips brush against yours one day, soft and hesitant, or was that just another one of your wild daydreams? You remember the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the way your heart raced when he whispered your name, but no... that couldn’t have happened. Could it?
It’s all in your mind. You’re drowning in the fantasy of him, and you let yourself sink deeper because reality—without him—is too dull, too empty. You picture him standing in front of you, sending a shiver down your spine as he leans in close, his breath warm against your skin. You’ve never kissed him, not really, but you imagine it every time you close your eyes. Messy top lip kiss. How you long for it, crave it, even though you’ve never felt it for real. But it doesn’t matter, does it? Because in your head, you’ve already done it all.
They don’t understand. The guilt you feel, the way your heart aches every time someone tells you to forget him. But how can you forget someone who’s carved himself so deeply into your thoughts, into your very being? How can you be guilty as sin for something that’s never happened yet feels more real than anything else?
There’s a constant tug-of-war between what you want and what you’re allowed to have. Every day feels like you’re standing at the edge, staring down at the abyss, wondering if you should take that leap. But then you think of him—Eddie—and you know you’d jump, without hesitation, if it meant being with him. Even if it’s just in your mind.
You keep recalling things you never did. The stolen glances across the room, the way he’d smile at you when no one else was watching. The way you feel his hands on your waist, his lips against your ear, even though he’s never touched you. How can you be so sure it hasn’t happened? Because every time you think of him, it feels like you’re slipping, falling back into that fantasy, deeper and deeper until you can’t tell where it ends.
Maybe that’s why it feels so dangerous. You imagine the world finding out, the judgment that would rain down on you. They’d crucify you for loving him, for daring to dream of something different, something real. What if he’s written 'mine' on my upper thigh, only in my mind? The thought makes you shiver because it feels true. It feels like something only you know, something sacred, even if it exists only in the corners of your mind.
And yet, you can’t stop. You won’t stop. Even if it’s all make-believe, it’s the only thing that makes sense, the only thing that feels right. You’ve chosen him, Eddie Munson, even if the rest of the world thinks you’re insane. You’ve screamed his name in the dead of night, whispered his secrets into the darkness, and you’ve built a world where it’s just the two of you.
So what if it’s not real? It’s real enough. Without ever touching his skin, you know what it’s like to be his. You’ve built your desires, your longings, into something that feels like a vow, a promise neither of you will ever break. You don’t need to touch him to know what it would be like. You already know.
And then it happens. You’re standing at your locker, spinning the dial absentmindedly, lost in your thoughts of him again. It’s the same fantasy as always—you imagine him walking up to you, leaning against the lockers with that lazy grin that makes your knees weak. You picture him teasing you, something playful in his voice as he inches closer until his lips are just inches from yours. It’s a scene you’ve replayed a hundred times in your head.
This is where it always happens. Where you lose yourself in the daydream, where the fantasy becomes so vivid you almost forget it isn’t real. You can practically feel his presence beside you, smell the faint scent of cigarettes and leather, his warmth cutting through the cold, distant reality of the school hallways.
And then, there’s a voice.
“Hey, new girl,” he says, voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.
Your heart skips, the sensation so real it almost startles you. You blink, forcing yourself to remember that this is just another dream, just another figment of your imagination. You’ve been here before, conjuring him up in the quiet spaces of your mind, letting yourself believe, if only for a moment, that he’s really standing in front of you. But this time, it’s different. There’s something about the way his eyes lock onto yours, intense and knowing. Something about the smirk that curls at the edge of his lips.
It’s just your mind playing tricks on you. It has to be.
But when he leans in closer, your breath hitches. You feel the warmth of his body, the soft brush of his lips as he whispers something you can’t quite hear. The world around you blurs, and for a second, you forget what’s real and what isn’t.
And before you can stop yourself, you close the distance between you. Your lips press against his—tentative, soft at first, almost like you’re testing the boundary between reality and fantasy. But he’s warm, solid. You feel the way he kisses you back, his hand brushing against your cheek, pulling you deeper into the moment.
The bell rings, a sharp sound cutting through the haze, and you pull back, breathless. Your heart pounds in your chest, and for a split second, you look into his eyes, waiting for the illusion to shatter, for the fantasy to slip away as it always does.
But he doesn’t fade. He stands there, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.
“Took you long enough,” he says, his voice teasing, but there’s something deeper in his tone, something that sends another shiver down your spine.
You let out a shaky laugh, stepping back, still half-convinced that the world will snap back into focus and you’ll be standing alone, as you always are. You turn, walking away as your heart continues to race, the kiss still tingling on your lips. You tell yourself it wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been real.
But then, from across the hall, Eddie watches you go, his smile still lingering on his lips. He touches his mouth like he’s savoring the kiss, shaking his head slightly as if he can’t believe it just happened, either.
And as you disappear into the crowd, the truth lingers in the air—this time, it wasn’t a fantasy.
This time, it was real.
Sorry I haven't been updating my chapters here. It's just so much easier for me to update on wattpad. So, if you use that application, I'd love it if you shot me a follow. You'd probably get a lot more updates on there then on here and a few more stories to enjoy.
Does anyone till like 13 Reasons Why? And if I posted my fanfic of the show on here would anyone read it?
I’m pretty sure I’m the conspiracy theorist 😂 I can’t help it! If I’m really into a story I like to think about what’s coming next and who the bad guy is 🤷🏻♀️
What I think the MC should do and what I would do if somebody did me dirty like that!
Although I’m sometimes the polite conversationalist too! I like to let the writers know that I appreciate their work and their writing 📝
There is nothing more precious to me as a writer than the comments left on AO3. Whenever I get that email notification, I wonder what kind of comment was left. To have a little fun, I'm going to sort the typical comments into a few different categories and share my reactions to them as a writer.
If you feel I missed a comment type, please let me know. I'm curious to learn what other classifications you think exist (positive comment types only please - let's not make this negative). Also, if you wanted to tag yourself, I'd love you know what type of commenter you think you are.
The Polite Conversationalist - Your comment confirms that you read and enjoyed the fic or chapter. You offer praise for the author's efforts and encouragement for them to continue. - If this is you, please know that I'm imagining us holding a book club together. I brought us snacks.
The All Caps Reaction - You left the most unhinged comment. - You were screaming as you read it? I was screaming as I wrote it. Let's be friends.
The How Dare You - The angst is real. And painful. And I'm sorry but the story needed it. - This is a compliment of the highest order and I'm so glad you left it.
The Conspiracy Theorist - You are so invested that you are trying to figure out what comes next. - I'm so excited to read your ideas. They let me know the story tracks for you. And I'm either smiling because you guessed right and I'm excited for you to read what comes next, or I'm grinning because I know the plot twist is going to blow your mind.
The Catch-Up - You haven't commented in a while and are letting me know you are catching up. - I'm so glad you are back! I missed you. I know life gets busy and it means a lot to me that you took the time to read my story.
The Giggle - You laughed at my jokes and let me know. - Did we just become best friends? I'm already making you a bracelet.
The Callout - You found my favorite line in the chapter or fic. - I love you so much. You just made my day, my week, my month. Seriously, all the love for the reader. xoxo
Go write something yourself if you want a Fanfic so bad! Obviously you can’t 😒
You forget they are writing for FREE! And taking the time out of their lives to write these stories.
You don’t get to just demand shit and be all rude like that 😡
What is wrong with you Anon’s!
Wow…
This is actually the first time I got hate on this app…
I was at first going to type a dramatic ass paragraph responding to this, but I actually took the time and realized that it’s so childish to argue with someone on anon, let alone on the internet.
Sweetie I hope you realize that it’s never that fucking serious for you to have thrown a fit like this. It’s a FANFIC. That I can choose and not to choose to write FOR FREE. You’re acting like you’re paying me or going to pay me to write it.
Go get a life <3
Sometimes I really wish ao3 was an app 😔😔
You ever read a fanfic so good you genuinely don’t know what to do with yourself after??
Sammy: Cassaras, do you remember the Berlin's wall? Cassaras: Yes. I even wrote on it. Sammy: Let me see Cassaras: You are too young Thea: YOU SHOWED IT TO ME WHEN I ASKED Cassaras: Cassaras: Well, that explains why you read fanfics
There's a certain thrill that comes with subscribing to a fic that has been updated in years. *sigh*
Personally i think the reason fanfiction stands out so muchis because it shows WHY the characters do what they do. And i mean yes in a drama you see what they do, how they do it but you dont see how their thought process work and its so intriguing to read about how the character make even the simple of interactions with others. Like just now, i am reading a mdzs fanfic and because of the circumstances meng yao and lan wangji are meeting eachother often and the paragraphs upon paragraphs of complex thought process between each dialouge may seem excessive to some but its so intresting to someone who has a hard time deciphering what people mean from their actions.
I just wanna say, this is one MORE reason i love fanfiction so much..
Thank you for listening to my rant
The eternal struggle.
I want to read a fic exacly like my most beloved favorite fics but also NEW and DIFFERENT. but also the same.
Currently me at the moment ☺️😂
Fanfic writers and readers watching the new Bridgerton show on Nextflix:
When some one ask me what I am reading
Me: A sci-fi book consisting of fallen spaceships, wars, betrayals, spirits, and murders
What I am actually reading: A blonde and Brunette falling in love the 100th time
I never understood fanfic writers who apologise for not writing or posting today or whatever, If I love ur fics I would prabably wait months for the next part and never complain !! I'll probably just go like -omg omg a new fic or a new chapter yassss-
So fanfic writers NEVER apologies for not being able to post everyday !!
Love you,
Fanfic Readers ❤❤✌👍
My shame is clearing the tags ppl can't know I read about every once in awhile as if that is ever going to come up, as if people can see them and are watching me thanks (actual mild irrational fear of mine)
Like no I don't think I will tell you the wildest thing I have ever read. I'll just keep that between me and my gods thank youuuu
Any of you ever come across some prime binging/ obsessing-potential content, only to find out that the well of content you were expecting just,, doesn’t,,, exist,,,,,,