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Tales of Iron & Paper: Gajevy #1 Fiction of the Iron Slayer

Author’s Note: The first of my Gajevy (or Gale) drabbles & short stories.  These will be published under the overall title “Tales of Iron & Paper”.

Prompt: [from @eliz1313 / eliz1369]  Gajeel & Levy in college… maybe stuck in an English/creative writing course together? :)

Words: ~ 1600  || Fanfiction Link


Fiction of the Iron Dragon (or, Secret Art of the Iron Dragon)

Levy was undeniably excited about her creative writing course. It was an invitation-only class, and invitations were only issued to students in their second or third year at Magnolia University who had demonstrated a talent for and an interest in writing during a prior year. Levy had always been a shoo-in, along with her best friend Lucy, but she hadn’t fully believed she’d get in until the letter from the Chair of the English Department had arrived in the mail over the summer.

Levy and Lucy arrived early for the class and grabbed good spots by the windows not too far from the front. There was only one other student in the room, a guy a little older than they were who looked like he’d probably just stayed after an earlier class. They assumed that he would be heading out as soon as more of their own classmates arrived. Nothing about his multiple piercings, sleeveless navy T-shirt, or elaborate black Mohawk suggested an honours English student. He eyed them as they came in, but then went back to his book.

The rest of the students arrived in twos and threes, and Lucy eventually noticed that she’d lost her friend’s attention. Levy kept looking back at Black Mohawk.

“What’s up, Levy? I’m sure he’ll figure it out once the class starts. Why do you keep staring at him?”

“I’m not staring,” Levy replied, frowning. “It’s more that… I recognize him now, and I feel kind of weird that I didn’t say hi when we walked in.”

“Um, he kind of stands out—how come you only remember him now?”

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Vocaloid Song Master List

EDIT: This has been updated! …Again! As per the usual I’ve gone through and added all the new songs I’ve happened to stumble across and ended up liking. I’ve put stars next to the new songs in case you wanted to look at only the added ones! I hope you enjoy!

Seeing as this is only months after the last time I updated, there aren’t as many new songs as last time. The last time I updated it had probably been around a year since I last touched the list, so…yeah. Not as much new content this time, but I figured it would be good to update this before it became to tedious to do so ^^’

I actually made this for my good friend Blacklands, but I figured, hey, if you guys want some good Vocaloid tunes to listen to and don’t know where to start, here you go! Now you know all the stuff I jam to on a daily basis.

Inspiration for everything I do usually comes from listening to Vocaloid music. Hollah.

IMPORTANT: Sooo tumblr is being stubborn and refusing to show all of the links I spent hours putting together, so I decided to put this whole word document in my stash on DeviantART. If you’re lazy and don’t want to go through the effort of looking up these songs, my stash has all of the links attached. This time I didn’t go through and check all of the links to see if they’re broken or not, seeing as that’s like 200-300 songs I have to go through…a very, very long process. So! If you click on a link and it no longer works, please let me know and I will fix it ASAP.
Here’s the link: http://sta.sh/079mmjr50yr

Well…here we go, then!

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Gossip Girl Positivity Days: DAY 5 FAVORITE OTP: Blair Cornelia Waldorf & Charles Bartholomew Bass

In the face of true love, you don’t just give up, even if the object of your affection is begging you to.

Don’t you understand? I’ll always be here. I don’t want you going anywhere, I couldn’t bare it. So whatever you want to do to yourself, please don’t do that to me.

I want you to be happy. However that’s achieved.

You are all I ever wanted. I love you. I love every part of you.

What we have is a great love. It’s complicated. Intense. All-consuming. No matter what we do and how much we fight, it’ll always pull us in.

The only thing that has ever been real is me and you.

Books and Smarts (Spencer Reid x Reader)

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You shuffled your way into the BAU cluster of madness, setting down files you had taken home and finished. You sighed and went to the break room, treating yourself to a cup of decent (horrible) black coffee. Someone came inside behind you and as you finished, swiped the coffee pot from your hands.

You looked behind you to find Spencer with a quirky smile. “What’s up smarty?” he asked. You scoffed. “I’m surprised you of all people would call me smart Dr. Spencer Reid.” you rebutted, stifling a yawn. A sly chuckle escaped his lips as he looked down at you. He towered over you and only he thought it was intimidating.

“Am I supposed to be intimidated?” you asked, sipping away at the bitter coffee. His sly smile faltered as he struggled to form a reply. You chuckled and walked off, plopping back into you hard chair.

You went through more papers an eventually found your chair being bumped by the one and only Dr. Spencer Reid. You turned and looked to him, kicking his chair away, your high heel digging into his thigh.

He pouted like a puppy. as he tried to scoot closer once more and you jutted your hand in front of you, stopping him in his rolling tracks. “Distance.” you simply said. With a sigh, he obliged and began speaking.

“You can read Korean, correct?” he asked. You nodded. You knew the basics and considerably enough to get by in the country itself. You waved for him to come closer, his chair slamming into the side of yours, sending you rolling to the side.

“Okay. Translate this if you can.” he requested. You carefully took the papers from his hands so you wouldn’t do them any damage and began reading them.

After a few minutes, you decided this was worth translating and attempting to uncover a confusing words came up. Your eyebrows creased and Spencer gave you a confused look. You waved your hand towards him. “Give me a notepad and pen please.” you asked. Seconds later, they were in your hands.

You began writing random Korean letters and phrases, rearranging them to make sense. You sat back in your chair and stretched, Spencer looking away from whatever else he was working on and towards you.

“What?” he asked, scooting close once more, only not hitting your chair. “This letter is scrambled. It’s clearly written by someone who isn’t extremely experienced with the Korean language and it clearly isn’t their first language. This unsub may be going undercover as someone Korean or could even be Korean and not experienced.” you told him. He nodded and took a minute to take in the information.

Suddenly, Hotch’s door opened. “Reid, do you have any information on the letter. You stood to relay the information you gave to Spencer to Hotch, only Spencer stood and quickly snatched the papers from your hands.

He walked towards Hotch and you followed behind him. Reid began relaying the information himself. You ducked under Spencer’s arm and snatched the papers from hi hands. “Don’t act like you know Korean. You’ll dig yourself a hole.” you told him, slapping his arm. Hotch stood in front of you two, amused at the sight.

“This is my work sir.” you told him. He nodded. You told him everything you had told Spencer and explained the missing Korean pieces and jumbled words and phrases. “Go into the conference room and start piecing it together on the board.” Hotch told you.

You nodded and made your way to the conference room. “I only read five books last week, who are you calling dumb?!” he asked. As you flaunted away, you gave him a snark reply.

“And I read six, dummy.” he stared at you in bewilderment, walking back to his desk. You began pinning the letters and notes you had made onto the board and translated it completely, underlining missing phrases and rearranging letters and words. You rewrote the letter and began making notes, writing in missing phrases.

Shortly after as you continued to walk, the team came in and sat down, discussing the rest of the case you were currently working on. “____ certainly seems to have a lot of information on this.” Spencer butted in. You looked back at them at the mention of your name.

Everyone looked up at you. “What?” you asked. “Explain to us what you’ve been doing for the past two hours.” Hotch requested. You nodded. “This letter was written by someone who isn’t very experienced in the Korean language. It is highly possible that a translation website was used for certain parts of this letter. Phrases are jumbled, written backwards, or mixed around in the letter. Some phrases are missing and i’m currently trying to fill them in with a list of possible words, phrases, or sentences.” you said.

Reid looked to the table in defeat. “Do you know Korean?” Rossi asked. You nodded. “For the most part.” you replied. “Good, because we may need your experience.” he said. You became excited at the thought of speaking Korean. It was your time to shine and show off to not only the team but Reid as well.

No one knew you had a secret crush on him. Everyone would say that he was uncomfortable around girls. That he was weird or couldn’t properly form sentences and words around them. That’s what scared you. He was well over comfortable with you. He didn’t struggle and thought he was intimidating. He wasn’t afraid of you at all. Maybe your knowledge, but aside from that, he didn’t seem to be nervous around you.

As the meeting finished, you packed up and headed to the jet, where you’d all be making your way to New York to assist in this case.

When the BAU arrived in New York, you instantly made your way to the police station and found the detectives that called you in the first place. Hotch shook their hands.

“I guess you don’t have a Korean speaking detective.” the leading detective said with a sigh. Hotch put his arm on your shoulder and pushed you forward. “Yeah I do.” he replied.

You looked up to the detective and bowed, saying hello in Korean. His face lit up with a smile and Reid had to admit that it was rather attractive when you spoke in Korean.

The team was lead to the crime scene and your eyes lit up at the various Korean phrases covering the walls. You walked around and read them, pulling out a notepad and not hesitating to translate them and stick them next to the notes.

“Exactly what I needed.” the leading detective chuckled. A smile spread it’s way across Hotch’s face. “____ is certainly quirky and willing to work on whatever task.” he said. The detective nodded. “I wouldn’t doubt it.” he replied.

You jogged back to Hotch shortly after. “Do you know where I can find a stool or a ladder?” you asked him. Hotch asked the leading detective and he pointed towards a rusty ladder in the corner.

“Good luck.” he said. You smiled with a nod and hurried to the corner. Grabbing the ladder, you began translating more letters and phrases. You rolled your sleeves up and pushed your hair back and out of the way.

After a few minutes, it was obvious that the ladder was a struggle. You stumbled occasionally. Let’s just say you weren’t very experienced with ladders and Reid sure did take notice as you stumbled down a step once again.

He slowly inched closer and began working around you. You caught sight of him out of the corner of your eye and faced him. “Hey smarty pants.” you told him. He looked up at you. “What are you working on?” you asked him.

He shrugged. “Possible motives the serial killer was making. Signatures. That sort of stuff. You know?” he asked. With a nod, you turned back towards your current note. You stood on the tip of your toes, attempting to translate a line at the top.

You stumbled on the ladder step and it slid down the wall, but before you could hit the ground along with the ladder, you felt arms wrap around your waist and pull you to the ground.

You growled at the ladder and found yourself in Reid’s arms. He let you go after a secure minute and everyone in the room stared at the two of you.

“Don’t scare me like that!” he said. You looked up at him with a pout and slapped his arm. “Hey! I can’t help what the ladder decides to do!” you shouted back. He gave you the same pout and looked down at you. “Ladders can’t decide what they want to do” he replied. You groaned and looked back up at the wall, most of the notes translated after only hours of being there. “I know that.” you told him quietly. He looked down at you as your back was turned and found the opportunity to hug you.

And so he took it.

And then tickled you.

Because he hated seeing you sad.

You felt him wrap is arms around you and pick you up, swinging you around. He set you down and began tickling you. You collapsed to the ground in a laughing fit and attempted to kick him away and the all to familiar feeling of a high heel digging into his thigh came back, only he was smiling.

Maybe Spencer Reid had a comfortable crush on you.

And you weren’t complaining.