author dedication

I loved him, I really did. I thought he loved me too. He didn’t, he never had, all I was to him was a warm body. I didn’t matter, but he never let that on. Until one day I had enough. I left him. I left his cold heart on the curb where it belonged. When he came back, begging for me, it broke me. Where was this years ago when I loved him? Where was this when he used me? If I had let him back into my life, would things have changed. No, I’m not going to let him use me all over again. I am done.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never read #82 // anonymous

FLUFF

SMUT

PLOT

These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect Fanfiction

But the author accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction — 

ANGST

Thus a masterpiece was born!

Using their ultra super writing powers, the author has dedicated their lives to finishing the story

and to make you hurt in no way you have before 

BLOWING OFF ∙ L.H

Originally posted by xhemmohugsx

BLOWING OFF – L.H

ship » Luke & Y/N

rating » R (pwp: ORAL SEXXXXXX)

author’s note/warnings » dedicated to hannah, @tadpolehemmings, ‘cause she’s finally, finally, finally my friend after a million frickin’ years! enjoy, this was requested (basically just smut) but not the i took the detailed prompt from this post, enjoy!


You thought venues holding such huge bands would have good security – big, burly security guards by every entrance and exit, their stares demeaning and intimidating as you passed. This was 5 Seconds of Summer, for Christ’s sake – they were practically the kings of the pop punk music industry. You didn’t understand why you were wild enough to accept the dare and try to sneak in one of the forgotten entrances backstage – you assumed it would be a dead end, and if it wasn’t, you’d apologize and return to fully enjoy the show. So, armed with your phone’s flashlight, you crawled your way over to the dusty door. After a few sneezing fits, you gazed back at your expectant friends, who were gesturing for you to enter.

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A PSA to the Star Trek Fandom Russian Names: You're Doing it Wrong

I love Star Trek. I love Star Trek so much. I love reading Star Trek fanfic and hearing head canons and AUs and genderbends. The Star Trek fandom is dedicated. Fanfic authors seem to do their research, and do it well, with one exception.

Motherfucking Pavel Andreivich Chekov.

I love this kid, whether it’s the TOS drama queen sass master or the AOS innocent angelic whiz kid. I love reading everything the fandom puts out on this dude. What I do not love, is the butchering of his name that goes on in this beautiful fandom. So, more out of selfishness than generosity, because if I read one more Pavel getting embarrassed at his “childhood nickname,” because of anyone writes a family fic in which Pavel’s father is named anything but Andrei, I. Will. Fucking. Scream.

Let me break this down for you.

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Making Christmas

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 2,094
Warnings: language
Summary: Steve loves Christmas more than anything. Bucky, Bucky does not. When Steve gets sick, it’s up to Bucky to make sure Christmas doesn’t lose its magic.
Author’s Note: Dedicated, as usual, to the loml @rogersxbarnesx​ who loves skinny!Steve almost as much (maybe more???) than she loves Christmas. It’s for @iamnotsebastianstan​‘s SoftStuckyWeek2k16. (I have one more fic for this because I write too much, I’m sorry.)

It’s two days before Christmas, and Steve’s sick, again. He’s irritable and cranky, and he doesn’t have any of the obnoxious holiday cheer he usually has this time of year. Bucky’s worried. Steve loves Christmas more than anything else, maybe even more than he loves Bucky.

Steve’s been in bed all day, propped up on a pile of pillows almost as tall as he is and surrounded by a mountain of used tissues. Bucky’s been doing his best to keep him occupied (when he’s been awake), volunteering to watch the Christmas movies he knows Steve loves and hoping those will cheer him up. Nothing’s working. If anything, Steve gets crankier with each movie. He hasn’t outright yelled at Bucky yet, but he’s gotten close.

He’s sleeping now, and Bucky’s grateful. Steve isn’t usually cranky when he’s sick, at least not on this level. He’s usually stubborn and upset, but he’s mostly upset with himself. This time, he seems to be upset with the whole world. Bucky wishes there was something he could do.

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(if the link isn’t working because tumblr sucks, here it is: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8942593)

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Encouragement for Writers

Do not worry about how many people are or aren’t reading your work. Do not dwell on the fact that you may not have very many people who care to read your writing right now. Keep writing about the things you care about and keep publishing your books. If you care about your writing, that’s all that matters. Be patient, write for yourself, enjoy your work, and your readers will soon follow.

I think the thing I’m looking forward to most about the end of the series is that there will be no new information to fight over.

We can just sink into that post-show/book fandom glow of the few dedicated authors who still produce fic and lovely gifsets.

I do hope the CS fandom is active after the show is over ala the HP fandom. It’s a show that lends itself to endless creativity and possibilities for AU and Canon Divergence so I desperately hope some of my favs stick around.

*INHALES*

GO READ THE PUREBLOOD PRETENSE IF YOU’RE A HARRY POTTER FAN

INCLUDES:

Female!Harry

Everybody Lives Nobody Dies Continuation!

Slytherin!Harry without the HATE

Politics!

Real Life Consequences!

different and very interesting POV switches!

Indepth Research, Theories,  and OC characters WITHOUT THE OC CHARACTERIZATION/DEVELOPMENT

USES THE HP BOOKS IN A BRAND NEW AND UNEXPECTED WAY (Ever Heard of The Song of the Lioness Books?)

ITS STILL ONGOING -but wait THERE’S MORE!- THE DEDICATED AUTHOR HAS BEEN WRITING AND REVISING THEIR FANTASTIC FANFIC SINCE 

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Originally posted by harry-potter-world-forever

EACH CHAPTER IS 20-40 THOUSAND (you heard me!) THOUSANDS OF WORDS LONG AND EACH BOOK IS 22-16 CHAPTERS

Originally posted by mariahpapaya2

AND THEY’VE CREATED 3 BOOKS SO FAR (and currently working on the 4th!) 

ITS FREAKING FANTASTIC

READ IT!

anonymous asked:

Hi guys! Sorry to add an anxiety-ask onto the Bang pile, but can I please please PLEASE implore you not to hike the minimum word count up much further. My entry last year scraped in at just above 10k, and to be honest I'm just much more adept at shorter-form storytelling like this (which isn't a lesser skill than longer-form fiction, I might add - just a different beast). I'd hate to either produce something that hits the word count but I'm less proud of, but I'll be gutted if I'm left out.

We are sticking with the 20K minimum for the big bang but I was link of thinking of running a mini bang in the fall or early winter. That one would probably have a minimum of 1-5k. There are a lot of really talented and dedicated authors for under 10K fics and I think it would be lovely to give them a chance to have art made for their work and be in a community event.

To Cassandra Clare
Thanks for letting me share the excellent name Magnus
— 

Rick Riordan (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, Sword of Summer)

I am going to point out and fangirl over the fact that my two favorite authors happily share a great character name in the dedication of this book. Like a thousand times yes.

Calculating

Band Member: Calum

Type: High School AU

Request: “Can you please do one where you’re all badass and cool but you have a thing for Calum who is kind of picked on and you stand up for him and you guys end up having a thing? Thanks!”

Description: Your group rules the school – it’s as simple as that. Nobody has ever bothered to question how you managed it. But a boy catches your eye and it’s not the boy everybody expects. Who knew falling for that nerd would be so… different?

Author Note: This is dedicated to the lovely Kate on her birthday <3

The corridors were swarming with kids shouting rowdily, pushing by the groups, laughing loudly at stories from the weekend. You watched them pass you by, catching the quick glances or the odd chirpy ‘hello’ from the random student. You liked to think the younger years looked up to your friendship group since none of you bunked off school or considered failing a subject a good choice but at the same time, you were known for being the wild child type. You’d gained a reputation back in the early days of school and it had stuck right up until what was now your final year. You were known for your wild parties, the ones your parents helped you decorate for as long as nobody did anything illegal. Your parties were going to be your legacy. Each party was so much bigger and better than the last until you often found yourself trying to work out how to top it.

The traffic started to thin out so your best friend asked if you wanted to walk to your first class with her. You picked up your bag and waited for Saph to say goodbye to her boyfriend. You rolled your eyes as they started whispering about how much they’d miss each other during class. You rested your head back against the noticeboard and closed your eyes as you tried to block out the mushy I love you more fight that was happening.

“Erm – I need to put this poster up,” a nervous voice said.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head up to see the owner of the voice. It was a guy you recognised from a few of your lessons though you had never really known his name. He blinked as he waited for you to move. You smiled at him, his confused doe eyes made your heart beat just a little harder. You moved over and watched him pin the notice up. You read it and frowned at him.

“You need an English tutor?” you asked in a way that was more disbelieving than you’d hoped.

The boy – Calum, you thought – turned and looked at you with an amazed expression that you’d somehow seen him. He dropped his gaze and played with his hands as he tried to work out how such a pretty girl was talking to him.

“Yeah, I need to get a better grade in my final exams if I want to get into my first choice university,” he said quietly like he was afraid you might disappear if he spoke any louder.

You took a deep breath, your English grades were amongst the best in the school. You enjoyed the ambiguity of English, how a sentence could mean a thousand things and had no boundaries. It was a subject you knew your way around and you knew you could easily tutor somebody else while still balancing your own grades.

“What are you offering in return?” you asked casually.

He frowned at you as if he wasn’t used to being spoken to by girls or just people as a whole. You bit your lip, he was cute when he was confused. He isn’t your type, you could practically hear the girls saying as you tried to act like he wasn’t attractive. You’d always argued you didn’t have a type though that was hard when all of your boyfriends had been leather jacket wearing beefcakes who drove motorbikes or beaten up Chevy trucks. You didn’t believe in types but you were starting to believe in learning from mistakes which was why you hadn’t called Daniel or Logan or Tom in the last few months. You needed a clean break from the so-called bad boys that made your heart pound and a mischievous smirk tug at your lips. You needed somebody who didn’t call at four in a morning to go throwing stones or stealing cars.

“I – I can tutor them in a subject of their choice,” he replied.

“And if that subject is biology?”

Calum nodded and smiled, you’d found a topic he was comfortable with. “I can help with that. Why? Do you know somebody?”

Saph appeared at your side after finally managing to tear herself away from Max. She creased her forehead at finding you talking to the nerd that sat in front of you in Psychology but she shrugged it off. One of the things you loved about Saph was she hardly ever asked questions when it came to your social choices, which was why you’d actually stopped seeing the typical bad boys when she’d finally asked you why the hell you chose to go out in the middle of the night to be a criminal. Sometimes you wondered if Saph was your moral compass when you lost yourself amongst the noise.

“We need to go, Mr. Bracken is in a bad mood apparently,” Saph said in a cheery but incredibly sarcastic tone.

“Who told you that?” you asked as you watched Calum fuss with his poster.

Saph nodded in the direction of her disappearing beau. “Max told me.”

“He managed to fit that in between the ‘I love you’ and ‘I’ll miss you’? He’s a fast talker,” you teased lightly.

Saph glared at you then laughed, she was never annoyed at you for more than a minute. She followed your line of vision and resumed her confusion.

“What’s so fascinating about him?” she asked you as she readjusted her skirt.

“You don’t ask questions, Sapphire,” you reminded her. You fixed her elephant necklace and smiled. “Please, for the love of all things holy, don’t start now.”

She sighed then a ghost of a smirk crossed her lips. “He’s a lot better looking when you can see his face rather than just the back of his head.”

You shushed her as you pulled her towards the end of the corridor and to the dragon that was your Biology teacher, Mr. Bracken.

You’d answered Calum’s advert. You had texted the number quickly after your biology mock had resulted in yet another E grade. The snide looks of Bracken had pushed you over the edge as he told you that you didn’t stand a chance on your final exam. He’d written you off a long time ago but you longed to prove him wrong and you desperately wanted Calum to be that chance to.

He’d waited by your car at the end of the day, his bag was awkwardly on his back like a tortoise as he fiddled with the straps. You had to hand it to the boy, he knew that plaid shirts suited him and it was hard to avoid staring at his chest. It had never crossed your mind that he might have other hobbies away from being the genius of your year group. Maybe Calum played sports, maybe he was in a band and sang like an angel. You didn’t know him at all and you were a sucker for a mystery. And he was one you wanted to solve.

It had taken a few months but you began to chip away his nervous exterior and found a guy you never knew existed. He played football on Saturdays with his team, you’d even been to cheer him on when your day off from work fell on an important match. He did sing like an angel and his guitar playing left you breathless when he finally felt brave enough to play something for you. You saw how he transformed away from the rest of your school. He became Calum, a funny but kind-hearted boy opposed to just being the nerd who let you borrow his notes from time to time. You felt ridiculous to admit how he made you feel after your previous boyfriends. He made you more anxious than any of them ever had. He was softer when he tried to show you how to play guitar, his movements were less startling than theirs had been. He never called in the early hours but sent you funny pictures and jokes for you to wake up to. His love of science and all things formulaic made you smile when he spoke about them in such depth his eyes lit up. You knew how you felt about him, it was hard to run away from that when he made no secret about how much he liked you yet there was no pressure for you to admit your feelings for him. He let you take your time, he was soft and gentle when he told you after one study session. Calum shied away from your friendship at school, he found the teasing almost impossible to live with so he kept his distance until he met you by your car each night.

It was late one night, the textbooks had long been tucked away into backpacks and your head rested on his chest as he sang along to the music from his iPod. You let the light raspiness of his voice carry you away to places that only existed here with Cal. He stroked back your hair and smiled down at you as the song ended.

“Hey,” he whispered. “I was thinking about that poem you showed me.”

You looked up at him and nodded. It was about the narrator’s lover leaving her to continue on through life alone and somehow it reminded you of Cal. “You mean Sailing? What about it?”

“I forget it gets hard for you to stay.”

You sat up, surprised by his sudden sadness.

“I know I’m not the kind of guy you go for, okay? I know how hard it must be to ignore that.”

“No,” you said quickly. “It’s not, Cal. You’re different but that’s a good thing, it didn’t work with the others. We have a fighting chance.”

“I know,” he mumbled. “I just don’t want you to think I’m oblivious to the fact you’re this badass hot girl and I’m a nerd whose English grade just got him into university.”

“Because that badass hot girl taught him well,” you reminded him.

He laughed a little, his hand trailed down your arm gently.

“I owe you for getting me to pass English,” he said with a smile. “But you owe me for biology!”

You opened your mouth to argue that technically Calum had been a distraction and you might’ve even got an A if he hadn’t have been so cute but the knock on the door had interrupted. You groaned as Cal hugged your waist to stop you from leaving. Your hands tried to untangle his and eventually he let you go. You weren’t sure who you were expecting but a pack of your friends from school with a group of the popular kids you hardly recognised weren’t your first guess. The wild parties had come to steady end once you’d hit exams and Calum spent more time at your place. They shook bottles of alcohol at you, telling you about how they felt like they needed to celebrate and your house was the best place for it as the original party house.

They filtered by you, handing you bottles and congratulating you on getting into university. You realised your last ex-boyfriend had slipped by, following some of Max’s friends closely. You rolled your eyes at the thought of him being in your house again. Saph stood by you and helped carry the bottles into the kitchen. You sighed as you gripped the counter and she rubbed your back lightly.

“I told them it was a bad idea,” she said quietly. “You know how they are, they don’t understand invites.”

You shook your head. “No, they fucking don’t. Saph, why didn’t you tell them to go to Max’s or something?”

“I tried, seriously. Babe, if they listened to half of what I said, the world would be a better place,” she sighed as she opened a bottle of WKD.

She grabbed two cups and poured generous amounts into them before sliding one over to you.

“I’m not going to ask how it’s going with Calum because you’ll tell me when you’re ready,” Saph said before taking a sip. “But he’s here which must be a positive thing, right? I just want you to be happy, okay? I don’t care if you shack up with a carrot as long as you’re happy.”

You shrugged as you realised you’d left him out there with a group of unfamiliar faces and Daniel, of all people. Daniel had been the turning point for you. He was the incarnation of your need to rebel, you didn’t care about much back then and the path of your self-destruction had been fuelled by his bad boy attitude. He’d been the worst of your trinity, the one who had you breaking laws instead of bending them. Saph hated how Max chose to hang around with him but she hoped Max had learnt something from watching your downfall.

You pointed to the lounge and Saph nodded as she began to follow you back. The atmosphere was tense, you stood aback and overheard the jeers about the love bite on Cal’s neck. You swore under your breath when you realised just how visible the others were. If Calum adjusted how he was sat, they’d see all of them.

“She’s using you,” Daniel said slowly. “You’re just her little plaything.”

You frowned, unsure you’d heard Daniel correctly. Who was he aiming that at?

“You must be crazy if you think she likes you, nerd,” Daniel said snidely. “She’s into the bad boy image not a fucking geek who sits working out sums. She needs something dangerous to keep her interested. You’re just something safe until she moves away.”

You saw how uncomfortable Calum was just from the way he held himself. You looked back at Saph who suddenly looked pissed, she walked over to Max and grabbed his arm. Saph pulled him away and you heard the start of what the fuck do you think you’re doing, why didn’t you stop him? Daniel held out the remote for the stereo, complaining that Calum’s music wasn’t your thing. You stormed over and pulled it from him, slamming it down onto the oak coffee table.

“Fuck you, Daniel,” you hissed. “Calum is so much kinder than you’ll ever be. He actually has interests away from being a fucking dick unlike you. So right now, I want you to take your little friendship circle and go back to whatever rock you crawled from under.”

He laughed like you weren’t being serious. You stood, stony-faced, and waited for your ex to get the message you weren’t laughing with him. He held out his hand and gestured to Calum.

“Oh come on,” he shouted. “He’s a nerd!”

“And you’re an arsehole,” you yelled back at him.

The circle of people stood and watched like you were going to punch him. Daniel shook his head at you.

“I thought you were cool,” he said coldly. “But you’ve changed, what happened to the girl who was up for partying and having a laugh?”

You squared up to him and smiled. “She grew up, Daniel. I still love parties but not every single weekend. I still like having a laugh but I realised a while back that being a dick to people isn’t funny. Now I swear, if I ever hear you’ve even dared to breathe the same air as my boyfriend again, I will come after you and you know how I am when I get angry.”

“Boyfriend?” Daniel echoed with tone of disbelief. “Are you joking?”

You shook your head as you felt the blush rise in your cheeks, you hadn’t admitted to Calum how you felt yet you had just told an entire group of people he was your boyfriend. You glanced over to Calum and he stared up at you in equal confusion. He dropped his gaze and you couldn’t work out whether you’d just screwed the whole situation up or not.

Daniel looked away, he suddenly didn’t look so tough when he realised you weren’t still under his power. He turned away and picked up the bottle he’d brought to the party.

“I get the feeling we aren’t welcome,” he said then gestured for the others to follow him.

They followed him out of the door and Saph hovered for a moment to see if you needed her. You shook your head at her which she responded to by dragging Max out of the door behind her. You sighed as you joined Calum on the sofa again. You tried to think of something to say, something that made things better or made everything seem like you were sure about your relationship. You hazarded a glance over to him, only to find him staring at you.

“I should go,” he mumbled. “I don’t want to come between you and your friends.”

He stood up, picking up his jacket from the arm of the chair as he headed for the door. You moved towards him and caught his wrist.

“You don’t have to go,” you said quickly. “Calum, I just called you my boyfriend and now you want to leave. My ex-boyfriend is wrong, you know. I’m not using you or in desperate need of something more ‘fun’. I need you and I’m just hoping I haven’t left it too late to tell you that.”

He looked at you, his expression was unreadable now. The way his eyes studied you made your spine tingle. You knew he was looking at you like an equation, it was how he made sense of things at times. The potential happiness minus the chance of you breaking equalled the success of this relationship and it had him torn.

“I don’t know,” Calum admitted. “This relationship with you scares me, okay? I don’t know if you’re going to break my heart or if I’ll be good enough for you. Maybe Daniel is right and I’m not your type. We’re worlds apart. I’m the nerdy kid and you’re the badass queen on top of the school. When you put the two types together, they never work out because they’re too different.”

You felt like he’d punched you in the stomach. You wondered how long he’d been wondering this for, Daniel was many things but he wasn’t inspirational so this had been brewing for some time. Maybe your ex had just been the confirmation for Calum, you didn’t know what it was. But you knew how the air escaped your lungs in a sharp exhale and how your stomach clenched with fear.

“High school doesn’t last forever, Calum!” you snapped. “I’m not the queen anymore because this is the real world where we can be anybody we want to be! And right now, I want to be the girl who gets to say I’m your girlfriend because I’m falling in love with you and your dumb personality. But I guess if you’re going to let some washed-up ex of mine tell you that I don’t love you then I guess you’re not the guy I thought you were.”

You dropped his wrist and ran your hand through your knotted hair. This was it, you’d thrown down all of your cards and you had nothing left to play. You hated how exposed it left you feeling, you had nothing to hide behind and that scared you.

Calum’s expression softened as he realised what you’d just said. He stepped forward and tilted his head.

“Do you mean that?” he asked you quietly.

You nodded weakly. “Yep, so now I’m going to crawl into bed to ride out my humiliation alone when I have to tell everybody you rejected me.”

You turned away and began to head for your stairs.

“No,” Calum said nervously. “Don’t do that because then I’d have to explain how I was an idiot because I’m falling for you too and I let you slip away.”

You looked back at him. He smiled at you, opening his arms for you to walk into them. You rested your head against his chest and listened to the quickened heartbeat.

“Hey, if you’re crawling into bed to hide from the world, can I join you?”

You looked up at him with a frown. “Calum Hood!”

“No, I – uh – I have – erm – I have a preparation essay to do for university already and I really want to – uh – hide from it.”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing before taking his hand.

“Don’t panic, Cal, we can cuddle and watch a film,” you told him. “I knew what you meant.”

He nodded as he became less flustered. “So are you my girlfriend now?”

“I guess so,” you said with a smile. “And you’re wrong, by the way, I think it can work out for the former queen and the former geek.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded to him then pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Because the people who tell those stories never met us.”