Four

Work had been a bitch, one too many deadlines popping up at the same time. She sat down at the computer, knowing she should update her newest fic, hell she had to type the next chapter before she could, but she just didn’t have the energy. Maybe she’d just read tonight, try to find a bit of inspiration. There were just days that work could suck the inspiration right out of you.

As the forum loaded, her brow arched as her messages flag was blinking merrily at her. Well what the hell? Have I suddenly become popular? She opened the link, her brow lifting to see WhoDaresWins name in her inbox. “Well hell what questions could you come up with now?” With a shake of her head she opened the message and started to read. As she finished reading she couldn’t help but laugh at the questions. Obviously Who was relatively new to the idea of fan forums and fan fiction, and had chosen her as the know it all. Well she’d give it her best shot at answering, at least she knew the answers more or less.


Subject: Re: What the fuck?

Well hello there again Who,

Ok calling you Who makes me feel like an owl. Ya got a name I can use Darlin?
Yeah fan fiction and fan forums can be sort of daunting can’t they? They are a realm of this world with their own rules and terminology. I’ll see if I can clarify a few things for ya.

Why do they call it candy? There are only a few things that can tempt a lady ((Sex not included here honey,)) and one of those things is chocolate. So to tempt the authors to write we give them *candy* Now I dunno about you but I haven’t mastered the talent of squeezing real chocolate through the computer lines, so the sweetness of Richie, Jon and gang have to stand in its stead. Certain pics seem to get certain girls going really fast. So you’ll see a lot of those if you read much.

What is Slash fic and why the hell do they write that crap *shiver*? Oh hell darlin, you tell me and we’ll both know. Sometimes it can be interesting, I’ve read a few over time, but generally speaking Slash fic is called that because it denotes a certain relationship in fic notated by the / in the pairing ((for example m/m ((male/male etc)) so if you see the blurb this is a m/m fic about Jon/Richie)) and that’s not your cup of tea just back the hell out now. Admittedly I am not a big fan of slash because it removes all hope of ever meeting the big guy, if he’s into guys we’re lost right? ((and hell does it put a whole new meaning on some of their lyrics haha))

Why do they write romances including Jon? Well babe, he’s a married guy and writing stories about him and his wife isn’t fiction now is it? Well it is I guess in some ways it is as we don’t know what goes on behind their doors, but it’s too much like reality for me, and a bit disrespectful maybe? Plus, the fans want to be with him and this is, I think, the safest way. A realm , a parallel world if you wish, that Jon were never married, a place girls can have a taste of what it would be like to be with him ((same with Richie, hell fic was written about him when he was married, all the girls wanted to be .. well you know who.)) But its harmless this fiction, Most of the girls here respect his marriage, his life and wouldn’t wanna intrude on it, so its just a way to more or less appreciate him and have him to themselves for a little while. You can’t tell me you don’t picture yourself in the heroines place when you read, I just know you do.

How do they come up with so many different story ideas? How does any author do it? Inspiration. Its just like any other person writing a book right? You come up with an idea and you plot what might happen with your main characters. Only in fan fiction you are using characters someone else came up with first. Maybe they didn’t finish a story arc to your liking, or maybe you just wanna see how your version of the characters would react.. in Jovi fiction its just a way to have the guys live lives you see them living.

How do we get it so right? Well we don’t know that we do now do we? None of us have really met or lived with the guys right? As for myself, I think I’ve watched every video, interview, retrospective etc they have on the guys, including concert footage, and well I base how they talk and act on that. You can’t totally hide behind a façade all the time in public right? I guess I just think they are honest enough to mostly be themselves most of the time.

As to your final question, Why the fuck did I stop there and when will I update next? Well I thank you for enjoying the stories I’ve written, See I knew you were a Richie girl…as to the rest well, hell honey its called suspense. Makes the reader wanna come back and I guess it worked if they’re asking for more.

As to when I’ll update next? Well shit I dunno, I usually try to write every day, especially if I’m starting a new story, but work was a bitch today ((I’m sure you understand those kinda days)) and hell life has sorta sucked the inspiration right outta me. Sorry about that, I know how the readers usually wanna see what’s next. Truthfully, considering the story, I can’t just throw the tried and true in there, this story deserves a bit more of the over the top Richie we all know and love. I’ll update soon I promise.

*wicked grin* And if you think you know something over the top that he might do I challenge you dear Who, to take a stab at writing a chapter, You know where the thread is, have at it.

SSJT ((that’s sweet sweet jovi thoughts for those unenlightened souls))

Rosary D.



She hit the reply button and moved on, the reply already forgotten as she delved into a story she followed daily. Hopefully she’d see something, a picture, a lyric, a phrase that would jolt her own inspiration awake.

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He groaned and rolled over his still sleepy eyes finding his little travel alarm clock. Shit it was too fuckin’ early to be awake! They’d played til eleven p.m. the night before, then went out to eat and hang out til three a.m. He could have slept a couple more hours before having to get up and make his way to the private airport that held the Jovi Jet. Shit all the traveling was screwing with his trusty internal clock, the one that never woke him up before noon, unless Ava or someone needed him for something.

Groaning he sat up and let his feet hit the floor, his arms reaching heavenward as he stretched hard and popped his spine. Goddamn that feels good and a hot shower will feel better. Fuck I miss the days I could hop outta bed without a few grunts groans and pains. With a shake of the head he strode to the bathroom and zapped the shower onto full blast full heat. Hot showers were a must when overly tired muscles were protesting your every movement.

Fifteen minutes later, muscles looser, a miniscule towel wrapped around his waist, his hands ruffling his hair dry he stepped from the bathroom and moved to the phone. The only other thing he needed now was a bit of food and coffee. He was as bad about coffee in the morning as Jon, especially now.

Sprawling out on the couch he reached for his leather tote and snagged it with one slender finger, pulling it too him. Might as well check email, maybe he had a wake up letter from his princess. She could take away the sting of the early wake up. Two minutes later his email opened and he couldn’t help the disappointed sigh that escaped him. Ava hadn’t written yet but then, it was still the middle of the night where she was, maybe his happy of the day would come later.

Quickly scanning through the crap in his inbox he saw a message from his personal little secret obsession, the fan fic forum. Opening the mail he grinned to see it was notifying him of a response to his pm. Well that’s something I just have to check into now.

Quickly moving to his bookmarks he navigated to the forum and plugged in his forum name and password. Opening his message center, a goofy smile played on his lips as he opened the response from Rosary.

She wants a name? Hell I didn’t consider her wanting to know more than a forum name. He sat there a moment considering all possible combinations of names he could use. Then it came to him, hell he was using tats he’d stick too it. Faith. He’d be Faith Taylor. At least he wasn’t lying too much, he had the faith on his arm at least.

He continued to read and chuckled through her explanation of candy. He might just have to get a few pics loaded somewhere so he could offer up his own accolades to the posts he liked. If he wanted this to work he had to act like a real fan right? Continuing on he nodded at the slash explanation and resolved to carefully check into author’s notations before reading further. He didn’t want puke on his keyboard if he happened into another Oh Richie Oh Jon fic, the last one had caused a couple of weird nightmares the last couple of days.

He laughed out loud as she mentioned how she knew he’d picture himself in the stories. Fuck yeah, as me, but goddamned if I’m picturing me doing me, that’s just wrong, so wrong, and I be goddamned if I’m gonna picture me with… A silky grin twinkled in his eyes as he muttered, “Oh lil darlin’ if ya only knew what I could picture.”

He continued to read then stopped as he read over her last paragraph. She’d challenged him? No, she’d challenged Who, or Faith, what the fuck ever. A wicked gleam settled into his eyes as he thought it over. Well who better to write me better than me? Fuck it all I bet I could set them all aflame if I wanted.

He moved from the message center directly to Richie’s Realm and opened her little story and re-read it carefully. Oh hell this would be like taking candy from a baby, just like playing Wanted for the ten thousandth time. He could do this.

Clicking the reply button he settled back, fingers on key’s and thought a few moments. His brows waggled as it came to him and he began to type.