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For the Fangirls chapter twoThe hand clamped down on her shoulder, and as quick as it did, she whipped around and nearly fainted from surprise.
"KEAGAN! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO SNEAK UP ON ME?"
She slapped the figure's face, or what she presumed to be his face, before falling back down on the bed and burying herself in the blankets.
The figure grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her.
"Go away! I told you not to bother me!" she yelled, her voice muffled by the Star Wars blanket the covered her face.
The figure shook her shoulder again, but she decided to ignore it.
It didn't work. The intruder kept shaking her shoulder, but more gently this time,
This went on for ten minutes, the intruder shaking her shoulder while the Author tried to go back to sleep.
But she couldn't take it any longer. Taking a deep breath, she hurled herself forward at the intruder, blanket on her face and all, and punched him in the chest.
"WHAT THE HECK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" she screame
For the Fangirls chapter oneThe Author sat at her desk underneath her bunk bed. It was a warm October afternoon, a Saturday, when the Author's parents were out on business meeting that left her completely home alone, the exception being her little brothers, most of whom were taking a nap.
She was thinking, and typing this story to both procrastinate and pass the time.
Pass the time because she was bored and confused, and procrastinating because she got page fright every time she tried to write chapter 1of her novel.
It wasn't like she didn't know what to write, she just didn't know the right way to write it down. She was terrified that if she wrote it quickly and sent it off to the writer's critique group, it wouldn't be ready and would be a failure.
So, in writing this, she put it off and searched her mind for ideas. Fan fictions were always a nice way of self induced and imaginary wish fulfillment, and it made her happy to see her own dreams and hopes spill onto the pages.
It made her forget herself and r
For the FangirlsOnce upon a sad reality, in a land that is no further from you than your computer screen, there lived a group of fangirls who called themselves the Hiddlestoners.
The Hiddlestoners were made up of (mostly) teenaged girls, like the one who is writing this little story to keep herself from getting bored.
Most of them didn't have a boyfriend (This is, however, not a fact, but only an assumption, as the author is basing this off of her own life and only a handful of others) and they weren't planning on getting one anytime soon, unless his name was Tom Hiddleston.
These fangirls spent long hours on the internet, drooling over pictures, reading and writing fanfictions, creating fan art, and talking about how much they loved Tom Hiddleston.
And meanwhile, up in the cosmos, in Asgard, Loki Laufeyson was wondering what a Tom Hiddleston was, so he decided to pay Midgard a visit to find out.
When he came to the earth, Loki was overjoyed to discover that he had
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