Im not sure if i submit this on time but may i have Mayuzumi having his teen daughter brought home her new bf? Thank you

You did dear and thank you for requesting. I’m sorry this took so long, I hope you like it!

“Now remember dad,” your daughter says evenly, “you hafta be
nice.”

You hide a smile behind your novel as your husband lowers
his to meet Illyria’s eyes. His expression remains neutral, almost
disinterested but you both know better; the poor boy coming to dinner tonight
will not be given an easy time of it. Chihiro, after a moment’s stare, returns
to his reading earning a huff from your daughter and an amused chuckle from
you.

“Mom! Don’t encourage him,” she whines.

“I’m doing nothing of the sort,” you reply though your tone
holds mirth.

The kitchen timer sounds signaling the conclusion of your
casserole’s baking time. As you rise to remove it from the oven the doorbell
rings.

“I’ll get it,” shouts Illyria.

“Go help your mother,” orders Chihiro shutting his book as
he gets up.

“Dad, I got-“

“Now,” he cuts in firmly.

Illyria lets out a long-suffering sigh before stomping into
the kitchen after you. Chihiro waits a moment then heads to the door. Opening
it, his eyes narrow fiercely; there’s only one person whose son this could be.

“Good evening sir,” begins the red-haired boy, “my name is-
“

He’s interrupted by a curt, “Good bye Akashi.”

Beyond the slammed door, Akashi Hayato hears his girlfriend’s
high-pitched squeal of protest and swallows the lump in his throat. His father
had warned him the evening would probably not go smoothly. Gathering his
gumption, he strides in when Illyria opens the door, determined to do his best
in a bad situation.

At least you like
his father.

I’m pretty sure Yamazaki (KnB) counts as a minor character. Could I get a scenario with him and his s/o going on a date where things just seem to go hilariously wrong for him all day?

He totally counts as a minor character! And I’m sorry this
took so long and is so short but I just couldn’t get my brain to come up with
enough humor for a whole day date. I hope you still like it!

Yamazaki just had a feeling today was not going to go well. He
should have listened to his gut and just stayed home but, and he’ll never admit
this out loud, the pull to see you is just too strong. He’s been extra busy
with practice, Hanamiya really being a slave driver and, another admission that
rarely leaves his lips, he misses you.

But now, stuck near the top of the ferris wheel in the
middle of a sweltering summer day, he really wishes he’d not given into your
insistence to ride the damn thing.

“Shit, when the hell are they going to get us down?” he
grumbles looking over the side to the workers on the ground.

“Just be patient, Hiroshi, I’m sure we’ll be moving soon,”
you reply. “What, are you afraid of heights or something?

“No! It’s fucking hot is all and I wouldn’t be surprised if-
What the fuck?!” His last words are roared out as frigid, sticky slush descends
from above covering his head, neck and chest dying them a temporary hue of
bright green.

You’re stunned to momentary silence before erupting into
fits of laughter. “Well,” you snort, trying to catch your breath, “at least now
you’re not hot anymore.”

“Shut up,” he hisses, glaring daggers at the cart above you.
They better get you moving fast, because Yamazaki is about to climb the rigging
to beat the snot out of the punk who doused him.

for minor character monday: a fluffy scenario, please? where akiteru and his girlfriend work in the same office, but haven’t told any of their coworkers that they’re dating yet. they try to tone down their flirting at work, but they fail miserably (and comically)

Akiteru can’t believe his luck. Not only has he scored an
amazing job after graduation but he’s managed to meet the girl of his dreams at
the same time. The only challenge is, one coincides with the other and you’re
both hesitant to reveal your new status to the people you work with. A new
relationship, while fun and exciting, is difficult enough to navigate without
the added annoyance of work place teasing. Plus, neither of you are sure of the
policies surrounding inner company dating.

And yet, even with those potential pitfalls, Akiteru can’t
help himself from sidling up next to you, chest grazing your back as he
reaches above you in the guise of trying to get a coffee cup while his hand
ghosts over the curve of your rear.

“Akiteru,” you hiss under your breath, “stop that!”

“How can I help myself when you have such a fine ass?” he
questions against your ear.

Before you can answer, a voice belonging to one of your
co-workers asks, “What’s that about ass?”

Akiteru jerks away from your body almost dropping the coffee
cup in the process. He fights a losing battle of a blush as he stammers, ‘No..nothing
new, just my brother being an ass as usual, you know, kids these days.”

“He’s in college now, isn’t he?” you ask, eager to keep up
the farce.

“Yeah!” Akiteru answers a bit too loudly, “But, hey, he’s
still a kid to me.”

“Uh huh,” your fellow cubicle dweller responds slowly.
After a moment of silences, she goes on, “A word of advice, if you want to hide
the fact that you’re dating you might want to practice better subtly. Or, you
know, stop thinking you’re fooling anyone.
Everyone already knows.”

Akiteru groans, “Everyone? Including Mr. Ishima?”

She sends a sly grin over her shoulder. “You just helped him
win the bet.”

when you get this, answer with five things that make you happy, then send it to the last 10 people on your recent activity! :)

Awww! My first one of these, thank you! Also, YEA for spreading positive vibes!

1.) My husband – he’s my best friend in this whole world

2.) My bulldog – I love all dogs, but bullies are my faves

3.) My friends –  I have amazing friends who make me feel very blessed

4.) My family – I love my in-laws and my family, we all get along so well!

5.) My Tumblr peeps! Thankful for you all reading, commenting, reblogging and just generally being awesome!

[Minor Character Monday] Hyuga Junpei being comforted by his female friend after he was rejected by Riko. How would she help him to pick up and move on? How would she divert his attention? What if he really had feelings for her, but they were hidden because he thought she was taken?

Aw, you chose one of my fave babes! Thanks for the request!

Riko stands momentarily frozen, her eyes wide open. Slowly
her hand covers her mouth, a delayed effort to hide the shock she feels.

“Say something Riko,” Hyuga pleads gruffly.

“I…Junpei…I’m sorry but…I can’t return your feelings,” she
whispers, eyes brimming with tears. She swallows once, taking a deep breath.
“Teppei and I…we’re giving it another try.” She reaches out as Hyuga turns to
leave, his face flushed in embarrassed frustration. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell
you sooner, it just…it happened after he got back from the hospital. We…I…I
didn’t know.”

“You have nothing to
be sorry for. It was…my own misunderstandings about what there is between us
that led to this,” he says, walking out before she can say anything further.

From down the hall, you see him exit the trainer’s room and
reach up your hand to wave but just before you call out a greeting you see his
face and stop cold; clearly things did not go well with Riko. Shouldering your
bag, you hastily cut through the crowd of students now making their way to the
cafeteria and their favorite eating spots for lunch. Hyuga jumps slightly as
you take his arm, leading him away from the crowds to your own secret spot
behind the groundskeeper’s shack.

“Ok, spill it,” you say looking up at him.

“_____-chan, I don’t really feel like talking,” he says
frown deeper than usual.

“Tough, I’m one of your besties, and you need to get this
out so do it,” you retort.

Hyuga looks at you with hard eyes but you don’t even flinch.
Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair, dropping his head and your gaze. It
will take more energy than he has to continue arguing with you so he snaps out,
“She rejected me, ok? I confessed and she rejected me! Happy?”

“Of course not Junpei,” you answer quietly.

He lets out a frustrated huff as he turns his head to look out over the expanse of the baseball field.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, “I…I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine, you’re hurt, I understand,” you interject
quickly. After a beat of silence, you ask, “Did…is she with Kiyoshi-san?”

Hyuga whips his head back to face you, eyes wide. “Did you
know about them?”

You shake your head fervently. “No! No, not at all but I do
know they have a history and, well, that’s the only reason I could think of for
her to reject you.”

“There’s probably a dozen other reasons too,” he grumbles
but is startled when you clamp your hands on his cheeks and make him look you
in the eye.

“Not true, you’re wonderful, Junpei, a girl would be lucky
to have you. Riko isn’t stupid, so if she said no, Kiyoshi is the only reason
why.” You pause, taking a deep breath. “Are you going to be ok?”

“Of course,” he says quickly.

“No, I mean, you already hold a ridiculous grudge against
him for some reason so I’m sure this is only going to add fuel to that fire.
The team needs their captain to be able to lead all of them, so I’ll ask you again; are you going to be ok with
this? With them?”

Hyuga doesn’t know what to say, everything is still so raw
but he does know he appreciates your concern as annoyed as he is by the whole
situation he now finds himself in. Closing his eyes, he places his hands over
your own and says, “I don’t know yet.”

“Fair enough,” you say removing your hands. Hyuga finds he
enjoys the lingering warmth they’ve left.

The bell rings signaling the end of lunch but before he can
walk away you ask with giddiness in your tone, “Hey, you wanna get outta here?”

Hyuga’s eyes go very large. “You want to skip the rest of the day? Are you
insane?”

“Maybe, but that’s beside the point. You need to get away
from here, take a break. Just…come on!” you insist, grabbing his hand and
tugging hard to lead him towards the school gates and because Hyuga would
rather not make a scene while playing
delinquent, he adheres to your insistence and follows you out. His apprehension
lasts all the way down the street, but your wide, bright smile and the shine in
your eyes quell it, if only slightly.

The two of you head to Maji Burger because it’s the closest
place to get food which both of you did not have during the lunch hour thanks
to your “talk”. Hyuga says, “Grab a seat, this is on me.”

“Absolutely not! The broken hearted do not buy their own
junk food. You sit down and I’ll treat!” you insist pushing him into
the nearest booth. He grumbles at your manhandling making you giggle before
your form moves away to the counter to order. You’re back quickly with to-go
bags.

“What’s this?” he asks cocking an eyebrow.

“You need a distraction, so we’re going to my place to watch
an absolutely fabulous and funny anime series I just started that I know you’re going to love! Come on!”

Groaning, Hyuga stands, shouldering his bag and your own
despite your protests. You walk quickly to the station, the stop for your house
not too far away and before long Hyuga finds himself collapsed on your couch
watching a surprisingly good show and inhaling his food because he’s starving
by this point. Your laughter rings out repeatedly, commentary pouring out
around your full mouth because you’ve already seen the first six episodes.

He watches you with a bemused face, appreciative that you’ve
taken the time and effort to make him feel better. And it’s then he realizes
that he actually does; he feels better. The cracks in his heart are less wide,
the tightness in his throat has been relieved and the ache in his head is
soothed; all because of you.

“Hello? Earth to Junpei, you in there?”

Your voice startles him out of his haze and he shakes his
head. “Sorry, guess I zoned out there for a minute,” he mumbles looking back at
the TV.

“It’s ok, I can only do so much to distract you. It will
take some time,” you say patting his knee, “but you’ll get over it.”

He nods absentmindedly before clearing his throat and
asking, “I, ehm, I’ve been so busy lately we haven’t had much time to talk. How’s
that guy from the baseball team?”

“What guy?” you ask stuffing a piece of chocolate in your
mouth.

“You know, the guy you’re dating or whatever,” he says
confused.

“I don’t know what rumor mill you subscribe to, Junpei, but
I’m not dating anyone from the baseball team. I’m not dating anyone at all,
actually,” you reply with a shrug.

This knowledge brings more comfort to Hyuga than he really
thinks it should. Now is most definitely not the time to say anything, but the
little flutter he feels when your hand brushes against his as you reach for the
popcorn bowl in his lap is reason enough for him to get his head together.
Tomorrow, he’s going to make amends properly with Riko and Kiyoshi. While he did have feelings for her, they were
apparently not as deep as he thought and he can only feel grateful that Kiyoshi
had already filled the spot he’d intended to take; how much worse would it have
been if she’d said yes and he only realized
afterwards how much he actually likes you?

I love the imagine you wrote with aomine dry humping reader! It was so good T_T Could I maybe get a similar one but with Haizaki? Thank you! You’re amazing!

Thank you anon, I’m glad you enjoyed it! I hope you like
this (lots of creative license taken in regards to the car choice of course but
that just adds to the fun!)

When Haizaki first got his El Camino you thought it an
over-sized gas glutton. How could he want such a wasteful vehicle? When
questioned, his says with a gleam in his eyes, “What guy wouldn’t want a
car with a literal bed built in?”

Now, straddle above him under the black of night, waves crashing
not too far away, you’re beginning to see the benefits of his choice in
transportation. Especially when he grinds his clothed erection against your
rapidly dampening panties beneath your skirt.

“Ha..Haizaki,” you moan.

“Tch, glad to see you’ve come around.” He flips
your positions, pressing you none too gently against the haphazard pile of
pillows strewn on the bed of the car. “Then again I’m always glad to see
you come.”

He grinds down sending shock waves of pleasure through your
body making you gasp. Your hands clutch his shoulders, fingers digging into the
material of his shirt. When he moves his hand to start undressing you, you
whisper harshly, “No! Please, Haizaki, don’t stop.”

His grin is feral, body descending to fully cover yours.
Latching his mouth against your neck, he sucks hard bruising the skin and making
you writhe up against him.

“What’s this? You want me to make you come in your
clothes?” His lips move to your ear, hot breath panting against sensitive
nerve endings. “I knew you were a dirty girl, look at you letting me make
a mess of you like this.”

Your only response is a guttural moan when he presses his
throbbing, jean encased dick harder against you. Your breaths blend between
your mouths amongst hot, wet kisses. Heat begins to build from your insides
out, the friction of the cloth surprisingly erotic.

Haizaki can’t believe how undone you are, cursing and
moaning, clasping onto him in what feels like desperation. But he’s always been
a selfish bastard and much as this is turning him on, it’s not enough.

His movement startles your eyes open. “Haizaki,
wha-”

“I don’t want to come in my pants,” he growls,
shucking his jeans down till they’re around his ankles. He rips off your
panties, the smell of your sex hitting him like a baseball bat to the head.
Shoving into you quickly he grunts, “I want to come in you.”

Your breath catches in your throat from his rough entry but
the pain is fleeting giving way to pleasure when he pulls back and slams in
again at just the right angle. He pushes your skirt up till it’s bunched around
your waist, eager to touch your naked flesh. His digits burn against your skin,
gripping tight enough to brand you with the evidence of his embrace.

“Fucking hell,” he hisses between his teeth which
next latch onto your throat.

A pillow slips away during his frantic movement leaving his
knees to press against the harsh metal of the car bed but he ignores the pain,
it’s nothing compared to the feeling of being buried in your heat.

“Haizaki,” you whimper, inner walls clenching and
he knows you’re close.

“Not yet baby,” he orders pistoning harder. You
groan loudly, thankful for the distance between yourselves and decent society,
the crash of the waves hopefully drowning your cries. “Shit,” Haizaki
mutters,“ you’re squeezing me so tight. Fuck, I…I’m almost-” his
words cut off with an animalistic growl as he comes hard deep within you. His
hand snakes between your bodies, firmly pressing against your clit and
swiveling fast.

“That’s my bad girl,” he coos mockingly,
“come for me baby, I wanna hear you scream!”

“Haizaki!” A rush of wet heat hits his hand as
you finally reach sweet relief, his loose soft hair gripped tightly in your
fingers.

You’re both panting heavily, clothes bunched and mussed. He
kisses you lazily, smirking against your mouth. “Bet you don’t hate this
thing as much, huh?”

You shake your head slowly, eyelids adhering to the call to
close. Haizaki somehow finds the strength to pull up his pants, sliding the
belt into place before lying next to you once more.

You have bruises on your neck and hips while he’s sporting
his own on his knees but you both don’t mind the reminders of your nights of
passion.

It’s just one of the reasons why you’re so perfect for him.

Marry Me (Bokuto x Reader)

serves-up:

I’m a sucker for aged up characters so how about a scenario of Bokuto proposing to his girlfriend?

This was it. Today was the day.

Bokuto paced around his place, adjusting furniture, knick-knacks, whatever he could get his hands on to take his mind off what he would be doing next.

He was proposing to you today, and he was terrified.

He had it all planned out. You two would go to the coast and have a romantic dinner, then take a romantic walk down the beach, and while you stared at the orange sun setting across the horizon, he’d pop the question and you’d say yes then live together happily for a thousand years.

Well, that’s how he would’ve liked it to happen, but time and money are precious at these times, I mean, he’s fresh out of college. You’d understand…right?

Maybe….

Hopefully…..

Bokuto shook the negativity away from his mind. He knew in his heart he had to make you his. You were the most perfect being he ever had the pleasure of knowing. You not only keep up with his energetic personality, but you encourage it. You help he when he’s feeling depressed. You give him all the love and happiness he deserves, more than he think he deserves, in fact.

Wow. He’s fallen a lot harder than he thought. And to be honest, he doesn’t want to quit falling. The warm,fuzzy feeling of love enveloped his body as he thinks of the good time you’ve shared. He loved you, and he was not afraid to admit it.

The sudden ring of the doorbell disrupts his thoughts. Shit, you’re here.

He shot from the hallway and landed in front of the door.

Calm down, Bo. You can do this.

Bokuto plasters a toothy grin on his face, opening his door, and ushering you into his modest, yet cozy, apartment.

You step inside, greeting Bokuto with a quick kiss to the cheek and a casual “hey”. He invited you over for a stay at home date and you were happy to comply. Work has been stressing you out lately and a chill, romantic evening with your boyfriend sounded divine.

When you got inside, however, you could tell something was up. His apartment was clean. Exceptionally clean. You know Bokuto is not the most organized person, so you’ve been used to coming by to his house being slightly untidy. Who is this clone Bokuto and what did they do to your boyfriend?

You turned around to face him. An aura of uneasiness radiated from the buff owl man, and he seemed to be staring off into the distance like Jack from Titanic was holding him from behind. Okay, something definitely happened. And you were going to get to the bottom of it.

“Bokuto.” He jumped at the sudden disruption from his thoughts, golden eyes landing on you. “Is something wrong?”

Bokuto audibly gulped. “W-well. I have something very important to ask you…..” Nervousness shone through his usually confident voice, and a red tint crept on his face with every passing second. He either looked like he was going to confess his feelings for you again or throw up all his insides.

You had to admit, by now, you were feeling a bit uneasy yourself too. Bokuto’s sudden change in attitude was affecting you as well. Whatever he had to ask you, it must be important.

“W-what is it….?” You asked him, voice rising a few decibels out of confusion.

Suddenly, he flopped down to one knee. Is he okay? Did he trip on something? You watched as he pulled out a small, burgundy box. What was-oh…OH.

Bokuto began nervously, “B-babe…we’ve been together for a long time…you’ve put up with me since high school, supported my dreams, been my sun on my many, many cloudy days…and I just can’t thank you enough.” He cleared his throat softly, before continuing. “I wanted to d-do something more romantic but money is tight and I’ve been working so hard for this ring and I just love you so much and I can’t keep waiting so-”

You cut him off with a kiss.

Tears pricked your eyes when you pulled apart, the only word you managed to say was the constant uttering of “yes.”

Bokuto laughed, hugging you tightly.

“Babe, I haven’t even asked you the question yet.”

You peered up at your boyfriend, no, fiancé. He seemed to be crying softly a bit too, the both of you had radiating smiles and bright, tearful eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

This is so adorable!! I can totally see him being like this! Thank you!!

I don’t know if you’re still taking the one word and character prompts but if you are how about Kasamatsu and possessive? Give our shy captain some romantic gumption lol.

ourneverendingpossibilities:

Soft moans filled the room as your back hit the wall. You clumsily grabbed onto his jersey, tugging at it until your knuckles turned white. Your legs wrapped around his waist, slipping as you tried to hold on. 

You vaguely remembered what brought you into this position with your boyfriend, taunts from the other team, and a wolf whistle from their ace, when you greeted Kasamatsu after their victory. While you ignored their attention, Kasamatsu certainly didn’t, and made it clear by cupping your cheeks and pressing a hard kiss to your mouth. 

You were caught so off guard by it, if it hadn’t been for his grip on your hips, you definitely would’ve been flat on your ass.

A gasp flew past your lips as he tore your shirt, bringing you back to the present, and biting on your breast. He wrapped his arm around you, yanking you back in place as he growled and sucked, leaving a nice hickey on your skin.

Well now..

“…K…Kasamatsu-kun…”

His eyes flew to yours, steel blue darkened by lust as he assessed your rosy cheeks. Licking his lips, he trailed them back up your skin, nibbling and leaving a trail before he reaches your mouth, biting on your lower lip.

“…MINE.”

A chuckle left your lips, hands playing with his hair as you hummed, lazily returning his kisses.

“So possessive…” you teased, gasping when he ground into your clothed core.

“What’s wrong with protecting you ____?” he whispers, though it’s rougher than his usual voice. “I can’t believe that bastard.”

You looked at him a bit worried, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a slow, languid kiss. Tongues tangle playfully, tiny giggles leaving your throat, before a low, drawn out moan erupts through the silence. Your cheeks burn, and a yelp is muffled by his lips, hand smacking your ass.

Pulling back, you pant against his lips, resting your forehead against his as you regain your breath. Not even two seconds later, however, he has your mouth again, carrying you to the bed and crawling over you as he takes off your clothes. He takes off his jersey, pulling back and staring at you with lustful hues, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Damn…  You’re gorgeous ____.”

A blush erupts at his tone, grabbing onto his shoulders when he swoops down to attack your neck once more..

…Yep.. He’s possessive.. But you’re the only one to witness this side of him, making you just a tad possessive as well.

*Fans self* Whooo boy this was HOT! Yep, possessive Kasa is now one of my new drugs. Thanks for writing it! I’ll definitely try to get in another request to you tomorrow!!

Manager Mishap (Iwaizumi x Reader)

serves-up:

Could I please have an Iwaizumi x reader scenario? 🙂 Fem reader is the manager for the Aoba Jousai team. The team finds out that both Iwaizumi and reader have feelings for each other and then they try to get Iwaizumi to confess.

Iwaizumi stared at you from across the gym, pondering how Aoba Jousai got someone like you to help handle their posse of teenage volleyball children. You were, almost literally, an angel to them. Not only did you carry out the day to day managerly duties, but you also dragged Oikawa away from his fangirls for practice, and managed to earn Kyoutani’s respect and help him become a better player. Iwaizumi had no other way to describe you but a godsend. A beautiful, ethereal, godsend.

“Iwa-chaaan. You know you can’t just keep staring at her like that. She’s just gonna think you’re creepy.”

Iwaizumi blushed, pivoting around to scold his cheeky friend.

“S-shut up Shittykawa. I wasn’t even staring at her. I-I was just thinking about something.” Iwaizumi defended.

“Thinking about how much you wanted to smooch our cute manager~?” Hanamaki added in, exaggerating his tone to tease the spikey haired teen. Matsukawa stood beside him, chuckling softly at the ordeal.

“Psh, thinking is as far as he’s gonna get if he keeps up with his weird act. Why don’t you just go ask her out already? It’s incredibly obvious you like her.” Oikawa questioned.

Iwaizumi attempted to fire a quip back at Oikawa, but faltered. He knew why he could never bring himself to ask you out. He was so irritable, brash, and foul-mouthed while you were kind, responsible, and sweet. You were literally one of the most perfect people he’s met in his entire life, and he knew he couldn’t compare to you.

Oikawa quickly noticed the drop in his friend’s mood, and decided that the time for affirmative action was needed. While he pushes Iwaizumi’s buttons a lot, he really does care for him and wants him to be happy.

Oikawa cleared his throat and called out to his hedgehogish friend.

“Iwaizumi.”

He looked up, obviously a bit confused from the serious shift in Oikawa’s tone and the lack of his usually nickname.

Oikawa placed his hands on either side of Iwaizum’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

“If you seriously have a crush on manager-chan over there, you should go talk to her. You’re my best friend and I’m sure she’d be happy to date you.” Oikawa said sincerely, flashing Iwa a confident smile.

“Yeah, go get her, tiger.” Matsukawa encouraged with a vicious growl from Makki following in suite.

Iwaizumi averted his gaze from the fellow third years.

“T-thanks guys….” He said softly, a light blush on his cheeks.

Oikawa then wrapped his arms around his friend, hugging him tightly while making kissing noises. “NOW GO MAKE OUT OUR ADORABLE MANAGER IWA-CHAAN, I KNOW YOU WANT TO!”

Iwaizumi’ face reddened as he fought Oikawa’s vice grip. Beside them, Makki and Mattsun laughed jollily, while Yahaba and Kyoutani looked on, wondering what their senpais were up to.

“GET OFF ME YOU IDIOT!”

You looked away from the scene, a pink tint donning your cheeks. Oikawa and Iwaizumi are definitely WAY louder than they think they are.

This is so cute and funny! Love Iwa-chan!!

fiddler-unroofed:

mazarin221b:

not-close-to-straight:

raakxhyr:

mysupernaturalfics:

meganbagels:

cullenstairshenanigans:

emotionalmorphine:

Somewhere along the way fanart become worth more than fanfic to fandom.

Artists have Patreon accounts where people pay real money to view their art early or to access special pictures like scraps or tutorials.

Whereas writers are expected to produce more and more, faster, for nothing in return. No one wants to see our “scraps” and writers who do provide Tips and Tricks often get crap for “policing” how people write.

And it falls into the prevailing notion that somehow writing is something easy, something anyone can do.

This isn’t an attack on fanartists. You deserve to receive some sort of compensation and accolades for your work. And so do fanauthors.

Writing fic is hard work. Yes, anyone can type out a story, same as anyone can pick up a pencil to draw, but what makes the difference, what makes a good piece is the experience and talent of an author. It’s all the stories no one saw, it’s all the writing books we’ve read, it’s the classes we have attended, all rolled into a package that works weeks, months, years to bring the fandom their fic. Yes we write for ourselves but we also write to contribute to fandom – just like artists do.

We’re just the same – artists and authors – and we deserve the same respect for our work.

Thank you so much, OP. And thank you to everyone who remembered us on Fic Writers Appreciation Day.

Let’s be clear, writing takes for-fucking-ever to do and it’s hard, lonely, strange, isolating, exhausting work. There is no art that is easy to make. NONE. All art is hard and deserves recognition if it has made you feel something or you enjoyed it. 

Allll of this

As both an artist and writer, I have to say that I’ve been struggling and asked to write fanfic faster than I can produce, and I’ve been producing more art than fanfics because it is faster and easier to produce and more people come in. It drove me away from writing and honestly it does help when both sides are appreciated. As everyone else said, both take really long to create, and all should be deserved of recognition.

I can say writing is a lot more exhausting than drawing, but that’s my personal opinion.

^^^^^ this for days

I’m not saying artists have it easier, you guys legit blow my mind and I worship the ground you walk on
But people pay for fan art while (most) people still don’t consider writing fan fiction to even be a skill.
I’ve STOPPED telling people I write fan fiction because they just roll their eyes and ask if I write anything real.

Like, sorry if my 50k, heavily researched fan fiction with an original plot and excellent dialogue isn’t as “real” as the original six page story you wrote in tenth grade

A GODDAMN MEN. I’m so glad you wrote this OP. Something similar has been pinging around my brainspace for ages and ages and I couldn’t figure out how to say it. It’s like, here, take my soul and my heart and my ideas and my creativity and just *have it*, for nothing. Because I want to talk to you, because I want to connect with you, because we share the same fandom language. And somehow, in the last 3 years or so, Fan Authors have become the strange little hobbyists in the world of fandom, quality doesn’t matter, care doesn’t matter, research and talent and learning about writing doesn’t matter. 

Which – if a writer writes a story and no one reads it, does it exist in the fandom? One wonders, and it makes it hard to continue screaming into the void if all you get back is the echo of your own voice, sometimes. 

This.
So much this.

Agree on so many levels!