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lvtvr’s writing tutorials, pt 1: battling my nemesis (or, how to punctuate dialogue)

Sup, fellow kids. I’m Charlie. I write.

I’ve also translated and proofread four full-length novels, so I now suffer from the work-related condition of never being able to turn my editing glasses off. This can make reading fanfic a bitch for me. Because, let’s be real: unbeta’d amateur work easily lets a lot of mistakes slip through.

It is, however, possible to minimize those mistakes.

Is the world going to end if there are errors in your fanfic? Of course not. If you want to focus on the content of your writing more than adhering to rules of language, by all means, do that. There’s time to learn this stuff later.

But you know what? Formatting matters. If you truly want to get better at writing, then eventually you are going to have to deal with this aspect of it. And yes, it’s hard work – but I hope to help you along the way.


This seems to be the #1 formatting problem that amateur writers struggle with. However, there are boatloads of experienced fanfic writers who still seem to struggle with it, or are just so used to making mistakes that they’ve made it “their style.” And at the risk of sounding like a total bitch, it doesn’t matter how amazing or well-loved their work is otherwise: wrong is still wrong. Just because someone is consistent about always writing “your” instead of “you’re” doesn’t make it correct, and dialogue is no different.

If these kinds of persistent mistakes don’t bother you, then good for you. Your life is probably a lot more fun than mine.

But if you want to learn to do it right – if you want the great look and perfect flow that immaculate punctuation will bring your writing – then you have to rise above this.

Time for some rules.


Let’s start with something simple.

“Hey,” he said.

This is a good sentence. This sentence is an upstanding member of our society. You can’t go wrong with this sentence. Got me? Okay.

Now let’s have a look at another one.

“Hello.” She said.

This sentence is a delinquent. In fact, it’s not even a sentence – it’s two sentences. And it is always, always, always wrong. Rule of thumb: never do this. Ever.

This isn’t just some elitist, snooty gatekeeping crap, either. There’s a purely functional reason why it’s incorrect.

By putting a period after your dialogue, you are cutting it off from whatever comes next. Whatever follows dialogue that ends with a period has to be an independent sentence. This distinction is used to regulate the rhythm and flow of the writing.

Now, “said” is a transitive verb, meaning it needs to take an object. While you can sigh, yawn, or laugh independently of anything else, “saying” isn’t possible unless you are saying SOMETHING. (I.e., “She laughed” is a complete sentence on its own; “He said” isn’t.) Same goes for synonyms of “say,” such as whisper, repeat, and exclaim. They almost always get lonely without some dialogue attached to them with a comma.

Let’s look at some examples.

“I’m fine.” He said.
“I’m fine,” he said.

The first example IS NEVER CORRECT. NOT EVER. It should ALWAYS be the latter. ALWAYS.


“I’m fine,” he laughed.
“I’m fine.” He laughed.

These examples are BOTH CORRECT, but convey different nuances. In the first example, he laughs the words. In the second, he says the words first, and laughs afterward. These are separate things, not two different ways to express the same idea. No matter how much fic you’ve read where they’re treated as synonymous, they are not. They are not. They are not.


When a sentence in dialogue ends with a question mark or exclamation point, you always keep that punctuation – you never replace it with a comma. This is where we use the above rule to make sure things don’t get ambiguous.

“What’s up?” they yawned.
“What’s up?” They yawned.

Again, these examples are BOTH CORRECT. In the first, they are yawning the words. In the second, they yawn after speaking. By capitalizing “they,” you are indicating that the question mark is behaving like a period. You are thereby orphaning the sentence that follows the dialogue. In this case, since the sentence can stand alone, that’s perfectly fine.

Next example:

“I’m okay!” the boy repeated.
“I’m okay!” The boy repeated.

Here, the first example is CORRECT. The second is ALWAYS WRONG. Remember, capitalizing “the” means you are drawing a line between the dialogue and the following sentence. “Repeated” needs an object, but now, because the exclamation point is behaving like a period, “The boy repeated” stands alone. That’s an ungrammatical sentence, and without the implied attachment to the preceding dialogue, it drifts alone in the void.

And, well, that’s not good.


Special section to address this other weird shit I’ve seen:

“I’m fine.” He murmured, pouring himself another cup of coffee, “I promise.”

This is a big WTF that has basically just reversed the correct order of things. It should be:

“I’m fine,” he murmured, pouring himself another cup of coffee. “I promise.”

Another example:

“That’s pretty cool.” The doctor laughed, turning to her girlfriend, “You should try it.”

We have two options to fix this, depending on if we want her to laugh the words or not.

“That’s pretty cool,” the doctor laughed, turning to her girlfriend. “You should try it.” (laughing as she speaks)

“That’s pretty cool.” The doctor laughed, turning to her girlfriend. “You should try it.” (laughing after speaking)

Sometimes, especially when you start working with more complex sentences, things can get confusing, and your options can increase. Feel free to shoot me a message if you’re not sure. However, the rules above are the basic ones to keep in mind.

Okay, you made it to the end! If it feels like a lot, that’s because it is. Yes, it’s plenty to remember, because writing is hard. Try to think about these rules when you’re reading published books (not fanfic, you can’t trust fanfic), and eventually you’ll get the hang of it.

Believe in the me that believes in you.

Good luck!

Catching the Bat’s heart - Bruce Wayne x reader

I’m hopeless, I have too much love for Bruce…So I’m writing yet another thing with him. Don’t hate me. Worst, this is kinda long. Besides, sorry for any grammar mistakes, I’m French and have a bad tendency to never proof read anything…

Summary : The reader is quite a bit younger than Bruce, and thinks she’s just yet another one night stand…She’s completely wrong.

Warnings : mentions of sex…slightly NSFW. Langage. Age gap,  I guess ?

(My masterlist blog here :


If a few months ago, someone would have told you you were going to be invited by Bruce Wayne to a charity ball, you probably would have laughed in their face and told them they should check themselves in Arkham Asylum. And yet, here you were, on your fifth dates with the famous womanizer. You always had a thing for older men. Always. And against your better judgement, even knowing his reputation, you let Bruce Wayne come into your life. Worst, you let him shamelessly flirt with you. And you flirted back…In your head, every warning sign was flashing bright red, telling you you were going to get hurt. But you couldn’t help it. The man was smart, funny, handsome, and you were sure there was more to him than the public playboy figure he showed…

In fact, you KNEW there was more to him. Even though you had big confidence issues, you knew you were somewhat intelligent, and you always picked up on small details. You had absolutely no doubt that billionaire Bruce Wayne…Was the Batman. It just all made sense. He had the motive, the money, the physique, He often disappeared and re-appeared out of nowhere…You just knew it was him. That’s actually what convinced you to let him come that close to you. You knew he often had one night stands with models, or any good looking girl really. You knew he clearly didn’t want to get attached at all. But you also knew that behind all of this facade, there was a guy so broken by his parents’ death he decided to dress as a bat at night to fight crime. Like, come on, that alone made you very curious. And, since he kept coming to you, kept inviting you out…Your hopes started to get up, and you scolded yourself for it…But you couldn’t fucking help it.

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anonymous asked:

okay so i grew up in a christian home and i am going to be a freshman in college this year. i didn't have sex in high school because i was afraid of parents finding out, and i didn't come out to them (i'm bi). i don't think there's anything wrong with sex before marriage really, and i know there's resources out there but, what your tips were for your first time/being safe/birth control etc. i know my parents will just have to accept my sexuality later on but i'm just looking for help...


General Sex Tips

1. I would highly recommend that you spend some time “getting to know yourself” before having sex. Feel around down there, see what feels good and what doesn’t. See if you can get yourself turned on. The more experience you have knowing what works for you, the better you’ll be able to communicate with your partner or partners and have an enjoyable experience. 

2. If you have a vagina, odds are that your first time having sex is going to be slightly painful. This is totally natural, and will go away as time goes by. But be prepared to be upfront with your partner and to ask them to go slowly or use more lube if things do start hurting. 

3. Speaking of lube, it doesn’t really matter what type you use, unless you have allergies. Lube can be used on condoms, dildos, penises, etc. Totally safe to go in your vagina or any other orifice, it’ll just feel sticky afterwards and you may want to shower.

4. Condoms! There are many different kinds (ribbed, flavored, hot and cold). Magnum are large condoms, so if you are buying condoms and don’t have a monster dick, you probably should not use them. An ill-fitting condom is an ineffective condom! Also make sure to always store condoms correctly and to throw them out after their expiration date. Only one condom at a time folks, wearing two condoms is not twice as protective. They’re more likely to rip.

5. If you have a vagina, you should be peeing and/or showering immediately after sex to prevent UTIs. These are no joke! They are extremely painful infections that cause you to pee blood. Always pee after sex. Pee twice. People with penises can also get UTIs, but it’s far harder.

6. Did you know that only 25% of people with vaginas can have vaginal orgasms? So if you can’t, don’t stress! There are all sorts of different orgasms to be had, and they are all equally amazing. If you’re not cumming, you’re not being stimulated properly. Try a new position, a new technique, try having your partner or partners stimulate you in a different area. The page I linked above is a bit gender specific, but it has really useful information, so please ignore these terms.

7. Foreplay is so important! Vaginas take an average of 20 minutes to get properly revved up and horny. The reason you’re “dry” down there is because you’re not properly stimulated. You can always use lube in a pinch or ask your partner to go down on you, but you’ll find that sex is easier and more enjoyable when you are literally “wet down there”.

8. Period sex. Oh how I love period sex. If you’re a first timer, you probably will be very disgusted by it. Vaginas are at their most sensitive during this part of the cycle, so achieving an orgasm can be easier. If you’re going to have period sex, throw a towel down first. Blood comes out super easily in the wash, you don’t have to do anything special to the cloth to get it clean. You will probably want to shower afterwards!

9. Communication is key. You cannot just lie back and think of England and hope that you’ll achieve a magical orgasm. It’s not like that. What turns your partner or partners on may not turn you on. This is absolutely fine! You may not even want to cum or be able to cum during your first time having sex, and this is fine too. Tell them what works and what doesn’t and be AS SPECIFIC AS POSSIBLE. 

10. On a similar note, you are not obligated to do anything to anybody else or to yourself that you are not comfortable with. You do not need to give blowjobs or hand jobs or even have sex with someone if you aren’t 100% into it. If someone is pressuring you and thinks that sex equates a happy relationship, then I would advise you to ditch them and get on with your life.

11. Protection! Please use protection. Whether this is condoms, birth control, an IUD, whatever. The pull out method does not work. I am a product of the pull out method. Not everyone with a penis has precum, but many do. Don’t take the chance! I am on birth control and I love it, but that’s a whole different post. 

12. Dildos come in all different shapes and sizes. You can get ones that are smaller and thinner than actual penises and ones that are comically large. Make sure to use lube! Wash them with dish soap in your sink and leave to dry. Some dildos that are “hyper realistic” come with a powder that you have to put on them. These are incredible dildos, I highly recommend them. They feel so life like!

13. Edible underwear does not taste all that good. Neither do flavored condoms.

14. Black sheets or black blankets and sex are not a good mix. You will see cum stains. They wash out super easily, you don’t need to do anything special to clean them. Just keep them out of sight when your friends and Aunt Kathy come over.

15. If you start having sex and decide that you want to stop having sex then please tell your partner and stop. You are not obligated to keep going if you feel uncomfortable. Your body = your choice.

16. If you have a vagina then you will want to make an OBGYN appointment shortly after you start having sex. These are vagina doctors and they can check your vagina out to make sure that everything is okay. You should probably get your vagina checked out often if you have multiple partners. If you are in a relationship with one person and use protection, then once a year is fine.

Tonight is actually my five year anniversary so that’s all for now! Good luck babe. Lots of love, you’ll be fine.

Terrible Ideas (Bones x Reader)

Contains Kirk friendship

Your relationship with Bones was no secret. It was a source of endless teasing from your crewmates, namely Kirk.

You and him were messing around with your phasers, you’d found a way to get the beam to bounce. In hindsight, you probably should have checked to be sure your phasers were set to the lowest setting, but this thought hadn’t occurred to you until a wayward beam caught you in the leg.

You cried out as you went down, clutching the area where you’d been hit.

“Shit, (Y/N)!” Jim cursed as he rushed over to make sure the injury was nothing too serious.

“It’s fine,” you assured, your voice slightly strained. “Just get me to sickbay, yeah?”

“Bones is gonna kill me!” Jim exclaimed, burying his face in his hands.

“That’s nice, but I can’t really get there myself. You can write your last will and testament on the way,” you quipped, gritting your teeth at the sting that racked through your left leg.

He sighed before helping you up and slinging your arm over his shoulder.

Slowly, you made your way over to sickbay.

“Jim, what the hell?” You heard your boyfriend shout before you even processed that the doors had opened.

“It’s fine, Leo,” you tried to calm him down.

“Fine? Are you freaking crazy? There’s a hole in your leg!” He insisted, gesturing to the wound.

“I’m sorry, is this coming from the man who told me to stop being so melodramatic after I was dead?” Jim said, quirking his brow.

“Mostly dead,” Bones corrected. “And that’s not the point.” He quickly guided you over to a station, scanning your wound with a tricorder. “How did this happen anyway?”

Jim started to explain. “Well, we found out how to get phaser beams to bounce and-”

“And must have sounded like a wonderful, safe, foolproof idea, right?” Bones remarked dryly.

“Well, no, but… Anyway, it started as a game, but she got hurt.”

“Of course she did,” Bones said, finishing up treating the wound, then swatted his arms in Jim’s direction. “Out, out! Consider yourself temporarily banished.”

Jim sighed in relief, glad that he had avoided the smackdown of the century.

“Don’t think this is over!” He heard Bones call after him. He gulped and proceeded to speedwalk out of sickbay.

Bones then turned to you. “I’m pretty sure you know what I’m about to say.”

“That was incredibly dangerous, don’t do anything that stupid again, I thought I raised you better,” you said, in your best ‘Leonard McCoy, Angry Southerner Extraordinaire’ voice.

“Damn straight,” he smirked, sitting next to you on the examination table. He pulled you into his side and kissed your temple. He trailed kisses down your cheek until he reached the corner of your mouth.

You turned your head slightly and met his lips full on, your hands going to his chest.

When you pulled away, you smirked up at him. “This will never work out,” you teased.

“Excuse me?” Leonard said incredulously.

“If this is how it ends, I’m going to be tempted to do stupid things all the time.”

Becoming a Father Overnight Part Five

Series Summary- Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

**Also I know the length of her break is not totally realistic, but I had to bend it a little to make it work. I couldn’t have her missing too many extra days and I also want her to be down there for more than just a few days. 

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It’s been about a week since Y/n reached out to Jared. While it wasn’t a long period of time Y/n felt like she’d gotten to know him a lot better, and she defiantly felt much more comfortable talking to him. Jared was very dedicated to forming a relationship with his daughter.

Y/n looked up from her history textbook as her phone buzzed on the desktop next to her. Jared.

Y/n laughed, of course it was. She got at least one call a day after school, sometimes more. Not that she was complaining, she enjoyed talking to him and she was glad that he’d stepped up and wanted the role so much.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Hey Y/n, how was your day at school?” Jared asking, sounding like his usually, happy, chipper self.

“Alright, got assigned a history paper and other unpleasant work. How was your day? You’re wrapping up filming for the year this week, right?”

“Today was the last day! Flying home in an hour and I’m very excited. Speaking of which,” Jared paused this was the part he was nervous about. “I’ve kind of been dropping hints about you coming to visit and I wanted to say I’m serious.”

Y/n bit her lip nervously, was this his way of officially asking? The idea was both nerve wracking and exciting. She was thrilled at the idea of meeting the man she’d been talking to and also the brothers she’d been hearing bits about, but she was also scared to finally meet them. What if it didn’t go well? What if they didn’t like her? What if Genevieve was annoyed Jared had invited her? After all it was his daughter with another woman. Jared had talked about his other kids some, but not his wife a whole lot, what if she hated the mere idea of Y/n?

“I was thinking maybe you could come down over your winter break? I don’t want your visit to take you out of too much school, but I also want to meet you in person as soon as possible. I’m thinking that’s the best choice. What do you think?”

It took Y/n a second to process that he was asking her a question. She was still caught up on the fact that he wanted her down there for break, and in less than a mere three weeks away.

“Y/n?” Jared’s anxious voice broke through the quiet and Y/n cursed herself for making him think that she hated the idea.

“Yea, sorry. You just caught me off guard,” she admitted honestly. “You kept making little comments, but nothing more, so I really wasn’t expecting you to invite me down so soon.”

“Not that I’m complaining.” She tried to quickly reassure him. She wanted to go, she wanted to see him.

Jared’s face light up, even though she couldn’t see it. “Great. When does your break start?”

“December 21 and it goes till January 4.”

“Wow, that’s a nice break. Maybe we could even extend it a little and you could miss a few days of school.”

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“Buried” (Chapter Eleven)

Long Chapter guys! Pushing 4000 words this time as they try to figure out what the hell to do with each other now that they have talked things out. Hint: they get handsy. Heads up for a little bit of NSFW.


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Waking up to Tony’s head on his chest was… all kinds of perfect, and Steve hated that he had had to move.

But nature had called and wow did he need a shower so he had regretfully left a nearly comatose Tony in his bed and made his way down the hall to see about a bath.

The sweet lady– Palita?– had offered to help him wash, or at least that’s what Steve thought she was offering judging by that hand motion, but he waved her off anyway, and tried to clean himself as best he could, at least getting the dirt from under his nails, running a rough washcloth over everything else until he didn’t smell like jungle anymore.

His beard was starting to look messy, but there wasn’t a whole lot he could do about that, so he splashed some water over it and his hair as well as he could with one arm, and grabbed a towel.

“Clothes.” Palita reappeared with his clothes looking much cleaner and thankfully dry.

“Thank you.” Steve said awkwardly, having no idea how to say it in a way she would understand, so he simply grinned and bent to kiss her hand, laughing when she burst into giggles and waved him away.

“You charming Palita?” Tony was awake when he got back to the room, already dressed in jeans and packing his bag with his extra change of clothes. “I could hear her giggling from– from-” Tony swallowed hard when he turned around and saw Steve, still damp and with a towel wrapped snugly around his hips. “Shit.”

Steve was rotating his arm, trying to keep it from getting stiff, twisting and reaching, and looked up in time to see Tony snap his head around to look away.

“You alright?” He asked, reaching for his own pants, and from his position facing the wall, Tony nodded quickly.

“Yeah. Sure. Just anxious to get on the road.” Tony’s voice was a little too high to be normal and Steve caught it, hiding a pleased smile.

“Yeah.” Steve stepped into his jeans, having to do an entirely unmanly wiggle to get them up to his waist with only one hand. “You and me both. Palita’s husband found us a truck to use so we can head out as soon as we can get a few supplies.”

“Awesome.” Tony turned back around–too soon oh shit look away damn it–and was treated to the sight of Steve running a hand through his hair, shaking water out of it, the muscles in his chest and stomach shifting as he tried to stretch, his jeans loose around his waist, button and fly undone and if Tony looked close enough he could definitely see where a line of darker-than-blonde hair began, leading down into the jeans and—

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A/n:- It’s my first one, enjoy!

It has been about a month since I moved in with Bobby, Jc, Kian, Franny, Dom and Harrison. As Franny had expected, I did love it here since the very beginning. I wake up on mornings and find everyone having breakfast together. However, on a few other days, nobody wakes up before afternoon. I would say it is the perfect balance of recklessness and responsibility. But that is how I like it.
Today evening, we all went to watch a movie together and returned home, tired and sleepy. I mean, hey, we all lost interest in the movie 20 minutes in so there wasn’t much to do. Then, everyone kind of did their own thing. Bobby, Franny and Harrison constantly got up to get food. They wanted to be out of that theatre more than anyone but Jc prohibited anyone from leaving till the movie was over. Dom slept most of the time while Jc was busy on his phone. That left me with Kian, which is not a bad thing at all. He’s my best friend. Of course, I would even enjoy doing nothing with him. But then, we just kept talking and talking and talking till the credits rolled in. Now that I think of it, I think that is why my jaw kind of hurts. As much as I enjoyed the “movie”, I don’t think the others did too, so I know we won’t be going for another movie anytime soon.
As soon as we reached home, everyone went to their rooms. There was less talking on the way back as well. I had a feeling no one would be coming out of their rooms anytime soon, including me, yes.
By the time I entered my room, I was yawning profusely. So before I knew it, I was in my bed. There I was, with the blanket over me, my head resting on a soft pillow, all ready to sleep. Then, I did what I definitely should not have done.
What probably should have been a quick 5 minute check on my notifications went on for about 30 minutes. Yes, you guessed it right. By the time, I put down my phone, I was no longer sleepy.
I tried counting sheep and what not but all failed. If you’re wondering why I didn’t just get on my phone again, it’s because I have good self restraint whatsoever. In the end, I could just toss and turn in my bed.
After 10 minutes of that, I heard my door open. I looked up to see that it was Kian.
“Hey, why aren’t you asleep?” He asked, standing at the end of my bed.
“I want to sleep but can’t, get what I am saying?” I said. “What about you? Editing?”
“You know it.” He giggled.
“Kian. You need your sleep, you have to shoot tomorrow. Go and sleep.” I said sitting upright.
“I know.” He walked over and stood beside me. “I also know that you need your sleep too. Scoot over.”
I shifted myself to make room for him and he got in the bed with me. I turned sideways so that I was facing him. We lay apart just 30 cm away from each other.
“Come here and go to sleep.” He turned towards me and laid out his arm for me to use as a pillow.
“You sure that won’t hurt?” I asked as I rested my head on his right arm and looked up to face him. His eyes sure looked hella fine up close but then, I loved everyone’s eyes.
“If it does, I’ll shove you away.”
“Fair enough.” I chuckled. “Good night, Kian. Don’t forget to go to sleep.”
“Goodnight.” He said and pecked me on my forehead.
I closed my eyes and surprisingly, fell asleep after about 5 minutes.

Third person’s PoV

It was a few minutes to 8 when y/n woke up. She had laid in bed for another five minutes to think of ways to remove Kian’s hand that rested on her stomach. When she finally did it, she got off the bed as quietly as possible so as to not disturb Kian’s sleep. She smiled admiring his peaceful expression as he lightly snored. It was only after a minute or so that she stopped staring. Her smile lingered on her face several seconds after that with the memories of last night replaying in her head. Then, as she turned to leave the room, it hit her.
She was in love with Kian.

Big Bad Dean Winchester (Part 5)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: When the dust settles after the attack, the reader is left to navigate the aftermath on her own…

Big Bad Dean Winchester Masterlist

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,200ish

Warnings: language, implied smut, horror themes

A/N: This was a very unique series to write that had it’s challenges but was a joy all the same…

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Gajevy Fic Recs - 8/17

Hello everyone! Sorry for the long wait (and probably nobody’s asking for this now) but here I present to you a new list with Gajevy fic recs

Check the previous ones here and here and another one here. Almost all of these authors have more than one story so check their blog/profile to read more from them!


Bend it like Levy by @kissedbyiron (ffnet) Hands down this has been one of THE best Gajevy fics I’ve read! The story traps you from the start and it keeps building up incredibly well! ‘Must read tier’. If you read this story please come back and fangirl with me about your reaction to this fic! M-rated for a reason! (Completed)

Doubt and Trust by @kitachaos-blog  (ffnet) - Fantasy!AU in which Levy is a fairy and Gajeel is the enemy, but the story proves how love can move mountains to bring two souls together! Beautiful story! (On-going)

Once upon a time by AnyDreamWillDo19 (multi-pairing) (ffnet) Fairy Tail meets fairy tales! (bad pun intended). Our beloved couples from Fairy Tail are thrown into different stories and will have to face the enemy (as well as their own feelings) to rescue their SO. (On-going) [Gajevy, Nalu, Gruvia, Elfever, Jerza]

The dragon’s den by @nocturna131 Honestly, this story is mouthwatering and the fan art done by lovely @bluuesparrow (here, here & here) adds to that effect! Stripper!Gajeel who gets charmed instantly by sweet beautiful Levy. Really good story! (On-going)

Silver for Monsters by @neen-writes Witcher!AU Amazing incredible story written by the queen of AUs. Based on the storyline The Witcher videogame. It’ll leave you at the edge of your seat all the time! (On-going) @bluuesparrow did fan art for these one too!

Taste in Music by @ranunculus-fox DJ!Levy and Bodyguard!Gajeel. Those of you that love protective Gajeel need to read this! And even more if you love whenever Levy hands Gajeel’s ass on a silver plate by awing him with her skills. There’s no doubt they fall deeply in love but with someone lurking in the dark, Levy will need to not leave Gajeel’s side! (On-going)


Kuroneko by Tessryne (ffnet) A clever plan for Gajeel to get closer to Levy. But things don’t go always as planned… Really funny and fluffy and lovely.

Strange magic by @alykazamfanfiction Story about the night Gajeel attacked Team Shadow Gear but with an interesting plot point! I’ve read this at least 3 times and it always pulls at my heartstrings! A lot of emotion in this one-shot!

Checkmate, Darling by @xambedo Training!AU In which Levy is taught how to fight by a sexy gym trainer with raven hair. Incredible story that makes you feel so so much! M-rated for a reason!

Basic Training by @spikerr Council!Gajevy Levy just wants to train with Gajeel but things don’t go like she expected at all. Amazing story with angst, hurt, fluff, tears and a very angry Gajeel. MUST READ!

Cat by @phoenix-before-the-flame Modern!AU Hilarious one-shot in which Gajeel owns lots of cats and frets over them <3 really good!

Blood and snow by @shadowtsukiyo This barely made it to the list because I just read it yesterday! SO SO GOOD! Badass Levy, protective Gajeel, action, fight scenes, a dangerous mission and so much love between these two! Council times.

Self-promo time! I’m also a fanfic writer! Check out Broken, my latest angsty fic! You can find my work here and here!

Happy reading!

A/N: I created this list trying to give other writers some exposure. As you noticed, I placed just one story from each author (although almost ALL of them have more than one story so you should probably check their blog/profile out). 

Most likely I left some of my faves stories/authors out of this list and that’s either because I already recommended them previously or because I will in the next list. I’ll do my best to include most fics/authors I enjoy but that would make the list way WAY too long!

Please go ahead and add your own recs!

WTF (Where’s The Food?)

Not How I'd Imagined - Part 2

Here it is! Part 2 of the Tim x Reader soulmate series. Hope you guys like it, tell me what you think!

Part 1

Tagging: @jadedhillon


Thankfully the elevator in the lobby was working for once, so you didn’t have to worry about dragging Tim up five flights of stairs. Every time you thought his real name the unlikelihood of the situation hit you again; the fangirl inside of you was squealing right now. The receptionist barely spared you a glance as you shuffled past; living in this neighbourhood it probably wasn’t the strangest thing she’d seen tonight. She was most likely just glad that you were quiet and keeping to yourselves. In the elevator Tim slumped up against the metal wall. You noticed with mild alarm that his breathing was starting to sound laboured. A quick glance up at his face confirmed this; his jaw was set in a grimace of pain, although you could tell that he was trying not to let it show. When he caught you looking his lips quirked up in a slight smile. Despite yourself you blushed, quickly averting your eyes to the floor. You weren’t sure where this sudden shyness had come from; you’d been yelling at him less than an hour ago. Thankfully the elevator ‘pinged’ then and the doors slid open, sparing you from your embarrassment.

You guided Tim down the hallway to your door, fumbling for a second to get your key out and unlock it with one arm wrapped around Tim to keep him upright. Once you were in you flipped on the lightswitch and swept your eyes over the kitchen. Luckily it seemed that your roomate hadn’t come home today, as the room seemed to be pretty much as you’d left it. You didn’t dislike the other girl; as roomates went you could have done a lot worse, and you coexisted in relative ease. It helped that she was rarely home, she was the kind of person who was always invited to something or other, and never turned down an opportunity to go out. You were just glad she never decided to bring the party home with her. It was particularly fortunate tonight as you didn’t have to make up an excuse for bringing Red Robin into your apartment.

It was a relief to finally get Tim onto the sofa. He slumped into the seat with a quiet groan, hand going instinctively to his ribs. You winced sympathetically. “Hang on, I’ll go grab the first aid kit,” He nodded, and you could feel his eyes on you as you went to rummage around in the cupboard under the sink. It took a couple minutes to locate it as you hadn’t had cause to use it since you’d moved in. On the upside that also meant that it was fully stocked. You were so glad your parents had persuaded you to take a first aid course last year, otherwise you’d have no idea how to help him. As it was you were still a little nervous as you knelt down by his knees, placing the first aid to kit on the floor and flipping open the lid. Tim didn’t bother questioning whether or not you knew what you were doing; you could hear the rustle of material as he struggled to free himself from the confines of his tunic. “Will Nightwing be able to find you here?” You asked partially to distract him from the pain, but mostly because you were curious. You had always wondered how they managed to show up just at the right time to help each other out, you figured they probably had some way of communicating that the public wasn’t aware of. Your suspicions were confirmed when he answered. “Yeah, there’s a tracker in my earpiece. He’ll come pick me up when he’s done, I hope,” “You hope?” You pulled out an elastic ace bandage with a triumphant “Ah-ha!” Tim laughed wryly. “Well, out of the three of my brothers he’s the most likely to try. But I like to think that nothing’s guaranteed in our line of work,”

That comment threw you. “Wait, your brothers?” You looked up at him in puzzlement, and gasped. While you’d been rummaging around for supplies Tim had taken off his mask, revealing the most beautiful blue eyes you’d ever seen. But that wasn’t what had shocked you. You recognised that face. It was printed on every business and social magazine in Gotham at least once a month. “You’re Tim Drake!” It was more of an accusation than a statement. He just gave you a tiny nervous grin, and you suddenly felt a little dizzy. “Ohmygod. What is even happening,” You shook your head to clear it. “Wow. So does that mean the others…?” Tim nodded. “Yep. Nightwing is Dick, Red Hood is Jason, and Robin is Damian. And Batman is Bruce, obviously.” He paused, “I probably should have double checked it was okay to tell you that, but oh well,” he shrugged, then winced. It reminded you suddenly of what you were meant to be doing, as opposed to sitting there and gaping at him like an idiot.

Tim had already freed himself from the top half of his suit, so you had a clear view of his injuries. There were a few minor cuts and bruises, but his ribs were by far the worst. They were already swollen and purple looking, backing up your theory that they were probably fractured. “Do you think you can sit forward a little?” Tim complied, wincing when you started to wrap the bandage around his torso. You tried hard to focus on the task at hand, and not on the fact that you were currently about three inches away from Red Robin’s chest. You hoped he didn’t notice the slight shaking of your hands. When you were done you handed him the ice pack you had grabbed from the fridge on your way back, along with a couple of pain-relief tablets. “Thanks,” he mumbled, swallowing the pills dry and then holding the icepack gingerly to his ribcage. You nodded, proceeding to grab the antiseptic to treat the rest of his injuries.

Despite the distraction your mind was racing. “I still can’t believe it… I mean, wow,” You didn’t know if you were talking to him or yourself. “Probably a lot more than you bargained for right?” Tim sounded apologetic and you rushed to correct him. “No! I mean, I love you guys!” Your cheeks lit up. “I mean, um. The work you do, and stuff, I’m a big fan,” You felt like such an idiot. He laughed warmly, dropping his head back on the sofa cushions and smiling at you. You realized belatedly that he must be exhausted. “Good, cause you’re gonna need to if you’re going to put up with us… if you want to that is,” Tentatively you reached out and took his hand where it rested on the cushions. “I want to,” you promised. He squeezed your hand, letting his eyes fall closed contentedly. His expression was almost peaceful now, you guessed that the medicine was starting to kick in. You made to pull away so you could finish putting your stuff away and grab him a blanket, but were cut short when he whined in complaint, tightening his hold on your hand. You looked back to find him giving giving you puppy dog eyes; making it virtually impossible to say no to him. You giggled. “Just let me go get a blanket, I’ll be back in two seconds,” He released you reluctantly and you hurried to the linen closet, anxious to keep your promise. You still couldn’t believe that this was happening to you, it was like something out of a dream.

When you returned Tim was already half asleep. You took the icepack from him gently, settling in beside him and draping the blanket over the both of you. Normally you would never be this comfortable with someone you had just met, but with Tim it just felt different. Maybe it was because he was your soulmate (your stomach did a little flip at the idea), or maybe it was just because he had been leaning on you for the journey here anyway, you weren’t sure. Whatever the reason, it felt completely natural to have Tim reach for your hand under the blankets and lean in to rest his head on your shoulder.
That was how Dick found you when he climbed through your window later that night, both of you fast asleep together on the sofa, the lights still on. Needless to say he was more than a little confused. Tim had a lot of explaining to do.

Shortly after the dog died, all of the birds died too.  All thirty of them just dropped dead on the same day within a 3-hour span.  Looking back, we probably should have checked the yard for chemicals, but this might’ve been before chemicals.

“We should consolidate if we can,” said Dad, his reasoning being that he had just laid down sod and preferred not to dig thirty-one holes in the yard.

“Plus we need the shoe boxes for Christmas presents,” he added. “Not bird coffins.”

“Fine,” said Mom, still dabbing at tears.  "I just don’t see why we have to do this now.“

"I still have the box from the basement TV,” said Dad.  "It’s the perfect coffin!“

But it wasn’t the perfect coffin; at least not at first.  

Dad spent the rest of that afternoon in the backyard, trying and failing to stuff every deceased animal into the one cardboard box.  It was too horrifying for the younger children to see, but just fascinating enough for the rest of us to gather around the kitchen window, watching.  

He started by putting the dog in first and then using the dead birds to fill in the empty spaces kind of like packing peanuts, but the box filled up fast and Dad was left with a pile of about five birds.  He sat and stared at the pile for about a minute before glancing back at the window and when he saw us watching him, our father seemed genuinely surprised.  He smiled weakly, but in that one moment of uncomfortable eye contact, it was clear that Dad had come to grips with one very important truth:  We would count the birds and so by god, they had better all be in there. He threw us a guilty wave and then tipped the box over to try again.

As the afternoon wore on, we held our places, observing as Dad grew increasingly frustrated at the futility of his efforts.  He cursed, he punched the box and then he kicked it.  At one point he even karate chopped the dog and I had to tell my crying siblings that the angle had played a trick on us; that dad had karate chopped the patch of grass next to the dog, but I could tell they didn’t believe me and I felt like a coward.

But it wasn’t until Dad began trying to physically manipulate the shape of the dog’s body, that I decided enough was enough.  

"Let’s go,” I said. “He’ll figure it out, but we should go.”

And that’s how we left it: Dad lying sideways in the yard, spooning the dead dog, and using his 240-pound frame to force the corpse into the fetal position.

“Finished!” said Dad proudly when he came in for dinner.

“Don’t bring that box in here!” Mom screamed.

“I’m just showing them!”

“Take it outside!”

“I will, but look!”

And we did, but what we saw made no sense.

“Where are the birds?” I asked, but as soon as I did so, my eyes took note of the bulging veins in my father’s forearms and it all made sense.

“Oh no…”

He explained that the birds had actually fit quite naturally into the dog’s mouth, making the act of stuffing the body full of dead birds surprisingly graceful.

“It was like nature, I think.”

“Get out,” said Mom.

She grabbed his arm to yank him towards the door, which caused him to drop the box and when it hit the ground, the dog jolted.  We froze.  And then the dog jolted again.

“He’s alive,” my sister screamed!  "He’s not dead!“

But he was dead.  The birds, however, were not.

After the crying and hysteria had cooled down a bit, Dad pulled me aside to discuss his next move.

"I guess I could hit him with a shovel.  You know, until they’re all dead.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Yeah, I was just kidding,” Dad lied.

And just like that, he decided that the best thing he could do as a father was to give his family one more day with their dog.  Sure, it wouldn’t be the version of our pet who had been able to respond to various vocal commands, but was it so insane to think that maybe, just maybe the birds couldn’t provide the illusion that the dog was still alive?  The answer was yes.

As the birds tried to free themselves, they sent the dog careening around the yard like a pinball.  He ran into fences and even steamrolled a few of the saplings we’d planted for Arbor Day.

“Bad dog!” Dad scolded.

A few weeks later, we found out that Dad had been dead for over twenty years and was existing in the form of a soulless entity.

Touché Finale

Genre: Hitman!au, Hitman Jungkook
Pairing: Reader/Jungkook
Length: 2.2k
A/N: AAAAAND it comes to an end! Thanks for all your lovely messages and words of encouragement, I really appreciated each and every one of them. I really didn’t expect to write a whole series for this, nonetheless 10 parts, but look at where we are. Hope you enjoyed the series my lovelies~

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Originally posted by jjks

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The weather forecast predicts a 150% chance that this blog is a very big FHQ! AU fan hello

Christmas with the Septicegos: Chapter 5

As the story ended, the kids began to fall asleep. The doctor carried his daughter into the guest bedroom, and Chase put his kids on his shoulders and put them in his bed.
Marvin looked at Antis sleeping figure on the couch.
“What are we going to do with him?” He asked Chase quietly, careful not to wake him.
Chase looked at Anti.
“I’ll take care of it, you dudes can go to bed.”
“Are you sure?”
“Ve can help if you vant,”
Chase shook his head.
“I got it.”
The men went to their assigned bedrooms and shut the doors.

‘Can’t leave the dude on the couch, he’ll be feelin’ it in the morning…’
Chase bit his lip and blushed.
'Well… guess I have no other choice…“
He walked over to the couch and put his arms underneath of Antis legs and arms, picking him up bridal style.
'Good God, did somebody spike the eggnog? I’m picking up my arch nemesis bridal style and carrying him into my bedroom…’
He softly placed him onto the bed and crept quietly out of the room, shutting the door.
Stacy was looking at him, arms-crossed from across the living room.
"Somebody pinch me,” she whispered, “I think tonight was a massive dream.”
“I know,” Chase answered quietly, “I don’t know what happened, but I ain’t complaining!”
“Well, time to do the duties,” she said, gesturing to the closet.
Chase saluted mockingly, and then chuckled.
The couple retrieved the gifts from the closet and placed them around the Christmas tree.
They were almost done, when Stacy noticed an unfamiliar gift.
“Hey Stace, who’s this from?”
“I dunno, does it say anything?”
“Probably should have checked that first…”
Chase turned the gift about, searching for a tag.
“Well I’ll be damned…”

'To all of you guys, who I almost killed on a monthly basis. I know this isn’t much of an apology, but it’s the best I can do.

(Sorry it’s short, I’m tired :p )


“Is he dead?”

Lucy Wieder’s shaky question snaps Scully back to herself, and she walks over to crouch by Peattie. She can feel a pulse, but it’s thready. Her shot may have missed his heart, but he still has a major chest wound, and all she has to work with is a basic first aid kit.

“He’s alive for now, but I don’t know if he’ll survive long enough to get him out of here. We’re at least 50 miles from the nearest hospital.”

“There’s an ambulance coming right behind me,” Mulder says quietly. “I had them send one just in case.”

She gives him a look that tries to convey Thank you and I love you and Way to plan ahead, you brilliant man all at once. The subtle, knowing smile he gives her back says he read her loud and clear.

“Okay then. I need to put pressure on this. Mulder, can you hand me that blanket? And Doctor Wieder? How about you, are you all right?”

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Contingency Plan

the fuck kind of onomatopoeia am i supposed to use. i ended up with beep. it’s just not a menacing onomatopoeia.

i sent this to the wonderful person who offered to beta for me but i’m awful and didn’t actually give them time to do what they offered to do before i posted this so i may tweak somethings as it comes around.

3k words

warnings: uh. fire? is that a warning/ we’re going with it but it is a bit angsty at the end.

what am i doing? i dont know. was this requested? no am i floundering? yes




Your mind was hazy as you sat up in bed, trying to figure out what woke you. Beep. You rubbed at your eyes to try to expedite the process of comprehending the intrusion on your sleep but all you got was a whiff of smoke when you tried to inhale which immediately sent you scrambling out of bed. Beep.

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write it out

Originally posted by moan-s

REQUEST: What if the reader is not the best on talking about her feelings, and she doesn’t want that Sebastian thinks that she’s not into him so she writes him a letter about her feelings… 

WARNINGS: fluff. language… like a handful of bad words lol i can’t not use bad words. my bad.



Distant was the word he liked to use. Every time he showed some sort of emotion towards you, you pulled away. You weren’t the best when it came to feelings – at least when it came to expressing them. You felt a lot and very hard. It was what scared you most. 

“Do you not like me?” Sebastian asked over dinner. 

You froze, your piece of chicken hanging off your fork. Sebastian kept eating away as if he hadn’t just asked a serious question. 

“I… I-I like you, yeah.” You nodded and placed your fork down. “Why?” 

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