20 Low Effort Meaningful Comments To Leave On Fics When You Cant Think Of Anything To Say That Most Authors

20 Low effort meaningful comments to leave on fics when you can’t think of anything to say that most authors love and appreciate (and you will too).

1.) Thank you for writing this!

2.) This really helped distract me from the horrors of reality, thank you for writing it!

3.) I really really really loved this.

4.) <3

5.) Literal keyboard mash q3kjt2uh0erjiurjfnejkrgnkejoiiueirnf!!!!

6.) My favorite part was when they ____.

7.) I laughed at ____.

8.) How dare you! /affectionate.

9.) I am very excited to read this story in its entirety!

10.) I really enjoyed the first __ chapters, I cannot wait for more!

11.) This gave me everything I was hoping for!

12.) 10/10 fic, thanks for writing!

13.) I am going to be thinking about this fic for a long time, thank you for writing!

14.) This made me feel a lot of emotions and I cannot describe them, so thank you for that. I really enjoyed this.

15.) This was the best ride I haven taken in a long time, wow! Thank you for writing this.

16.) If I had the ability to bind this as a real book I would, I loved it so much.

17.) I'm not good with words but I just loved this so much.

18.) This is complete perfection.

19.) I am in awe of how you described ____.

20.) This means so much to me that you wrote this. Thank you.

The more you comment, the better you will get at it and the more enjoyment and fulfillment you will received out of saying thank you.

| We’re one big happy family (Patrick Keleher via instagram) |

Tim & Lucy ↳ Their story\ milestones in their relationship [Pt. 1]

Special thank you to @come-rain-come-shine for helping choose moments 💖

Ego trip much?????

Wow. Really?

I thought about not answering this at all because anonymous comments like this are cowardly, rude, and amount to social media bullying.

But just in case this anon bothers to look at my answer and decides to reconsider commenting like this in the future, I thought I’d take a minute to respond.

Nope. No ego trip here. But I am a hard-working full-time doctor and mom of four young kids who, after homework help, teaching my youngest to read and write, making meals, managing my house and gardens, studying new parenting/therapy techniques for my kids with ADHD, and trying to find time to exercise, will spend my precious spare minutes writing fanfiction.

Fanfiction writers spend hours crafting their stories that they post on a website where anyone can read them free of cost. Our only payment comes in the form of kudos and comments. We owe our readers nothing. Writing is a creative outlet, and posting our stories is a service, an act of love.

But thanks to you, anon, I may not be writing this weekend. Was that your goal, anon? Insult me and convince me of my worthlessness? Stop me from writing?

On second thought, maybe I WILL write because perhaps my decision not to write MIGHT actually be your sad, twisted goal.

I don’t know on what you decided to base your accusation. Perhaps on my post earlier about the strange comment I got? If so, please know that I take the time to respond to EVERY comment I get. But I’m not going to answer every question about my plot. I don’t give spoilers. And reading the story IS how you learn what happens next, not asking the writer.

So, anon, I wish you the best and hope that you will think twice before posting spineless criticisms to random people who you know next to nothing about.

Farewell.

It’s finally here! Tim and Lucy are finally going to see each other for the first time in forever in the next chapter of my story, Worth the Wait.

A few minutes later, as Aly and Lily were explaining every last piece of artwork on that particular segment of the wall with excruciating detail, Tim’s ears heard something that he never thought he’d hear again. Laughter. But not just any laughter. The joyful, melodic, and sometimes even boisterous laughter of Lucy Chen. He immediately recognized it, even though it had been over seven years since he’d heard it in person. He looked to his right and saw just a few feet away from him the woman he never thought he would see again, at least not outside of his dreams.

His hands dropped to his sides as he turned his whole body toward her in complete shock.

“Lucy?” Tim said, his voice an octave higher than normal as his mouth hung open with his eyes as wide as saucers.

“Tim?” Lucy said breathlessly, as though the sight of him had knocked the wind out of her.

They stared at each other for a moment. Tim allowed his eyes to roam down from Lucy’s face to examine the rest of her. He felt like his mind was transported back in time to nine years ago. She was wearing, as far as he could tell, the same gorgeous green dress she had worn to Angela’s almost-wedding, and she didn’t look like she had aged a single day. She still wore her hair long and wavy, just like he remembered it. Time had done nothing to dim her beauty. His breath caught at the sight of her moonstone ring on her right hand that had led him to her in the desert so many years ago. To his surprise, he did not see a wedding ring on her left hand; there was just a stripe of untanned skin there.

Lucy felt her body warm under his intense gaze until her cheeks were a rosy pink color, but she couldn’t deny that she was checking him out in just the same way. The last seven years had surely treated him well. There were little streaks of gray hair around his temples, and his smile lines seemed a little deeper, but being away from the LAPD didn’t seem to alter his exercise routine at all as his muscles still bulged against his shirt the way they always did. Damn. That man could wear a suit better than anyone else she knew. Just like Tim, her eyes also went to his left hand where she noticed he didn’t wear any ring.

As Tim and Lucy were frozen staring at each other, Lily, Aly, and Sam exchanged victorious smiles and all-knowing nods.

“We were right!” Sam said, standing behind Lucy by a step and looking at Aly and Lily triumphantly. “That’s exactly how she says his name in her sleep! Like she just finished exercising, and she’s out of breath.” He paused for half a beat. “Well sometimes she screams it, too…” he continued.

“Sam!” Lucy said, her face quickly flushing to a beet red color. She grabbed him by the shoulder. “How do you know about…”

“You talk in your sleep a lot, Mom. And Tamara says…”

“Okay. Okay. Enough,” she interrupted him. “You’ve said more than enough,” she said patting him on the back as she cleared her throat. Lucy dared to glance over at Tim whose shock had morphed into several different micro-expressions, including confusion, surprise, and smugness, until it settled into a slightly amused expression with his lips pulled in tight, trying not to smile.

“Excuse me. I just… I… I’ll be back in a bit,” Lucy whispered as she glanced back at Sam and then Tim and the two girls that must be his daughters. Then she turned and started walking to escape to the nearest bathroom, planning to text Tamara to find Sam and watch after him. After everything that had happened to her over the last week with memories of Tim surrounding her and then Sam’s confession that she dreamt about Tim… it… it was just too much. She needed to escape for a minute to compose herself.

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