#I AM MADE OF HEART EMOJIS FOR YOU OH I AM EMOTIONAL

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in my head (series)

Chapter Ten: Happy Together?

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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chapter-specific warnings/content: none really, mentions of alcohol, mentions of wenclair

chapter summary: A surprise visit from Enid leads to a heartfelt conversation. Reader would love nothing more than to ask Larissa on a proper date.

A/N: After some planning and some plotting, it seems there will be two more chapters after this one - we're nearing the end and I've updated the total number of chapters in the series page on tumblr and on ao3 to reflect that (although I do reserve the right to change my mind if my writing takes me in another direction). There are a few minor things I want to wrap up, and I can't resist just giving these two a little fluff as they feel out the change in relationship. Anyway, let's get into it, I hope you enjoy!

The rest of your Sunday was spent in Larissa’s quarters. The relationship you’d shared before had given you immense joy - now, this newfound realization of Larissa’s feelings towards you was nothing short of catharsis. 

You spent the morning holding the blonde close, basking in the warmth and safety that her touch provided you. Eventually, when your stomach had growled for the third time and Larissa’s teasing had become relentless, the two of you set about scrounging Larissa’s kitchen for some scraps to eat - though you eventually settled on ordering take-out, which you ate sitting knee to knee on the floor of Larissa’s living room.

You hadn’t broached the subject of feelings or the future of… whatever this was again, wanting to keep the day light after an emotional start. But the knowledge that your feelings were returned, that Larissa could want something more from your relationship, filled you with a warmth that you carried with you back to your own quarters that night, and that gently lulled you to sleep, your thoughts full of Larissa Weems.

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“You and Principal Weems are such a cute couple!” 

You heard the bubbly girl’s excited squeal before you saw her - then there was a flurry of blonde hair bounding towards you, stopping just shy of your desk.

Enid beamed at you, looking almost like an exact personification of the heart-eyes emoji in her excitement. “How long have you guys been together?”

“Woah, woah, slow down, Enid,” you laughed, closing your laptop and turning your attention fully towards your student. “Principal Weems and I aren’t together.”

Enid raised an eyebrow at you and you continued hastily. “Not really anyway, we’re still figuring things out.”

“Oh come on, you guys are totes in love. I ran a poll on my blog about the cutest couple at the Rave’N and you guys won. Unanimously!” 

“Miss Sinclair!” You felt yourself turn scarlet, which only made Enid grin wider. “Must I remind you that I am still your teacher?”

“Sorry, Ms. Y/L/N!” She raised her hands in mock-surrender. “We just don’t have many other open sapphic couples at Nevermore right now. You and Weems? You guys would be, like, the school’s power couple.” 

You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on your face at the young werewolf’s enthusiasm. At least you hoped that you and Larissa could one day be Nevermore’s ‘power couple’ - you kind of liked the idea.

“Is there a particular reason you came to see me during my office hours, Enid, or did you just want to pester me about my personal life?” you asked, still smiling.

Enid began to roll back and forth on the balls of her feet, her gaze flitting briefly about the room before landing back on your own. “I think I messed up with Wednesday,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, Enid. Come, sit.” You stood and pulled a chair up to your desk, allowing the girl to join you. “What makes you think you messed up?”

“I don’t know, she won’t talk to me! I thought everything was fine at the Rave’N but then I tried to kiss her and now she’s avoiding me. She won’t even look at me!” Enid worked herself up further and further the more she spoke, her lower lip beginning to wobble.

“Have you tried talking to her about it?”

Enid huffed. “I tried but she keeps avoiding me. Can’t you just read her mind and tell me what she’s thinking? Please?”

“I don’t think anyone wants to read Wednesday Addams’ mind,” you chuckled, but your gaze softened at the earnest distress written across the werewolf’s face. “Enid, you know I can’t do that.” 

She nodded, sighing sadly. “I know… But how am I supposed to talk to her if I’ve barely seen her since the Rave’N?”

“You’re roommates, she can’t avoid you forever. At some point you’ll have to see her again, and then you can talk to her. Maybe you can catch her after class - I know you two have botany together.”

“How did you and Principal Weems handle it?”

“Principal Weems and I aren’t…” You let out a heavy sigh. “You might not want to use me and Principal Weems as an example.”

“Why not? You guys look so happy together… I want that.” Enid’s pout reminded you a bit of Larissa - it tugged at your heart.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” You smiled conspiratorially and leaned towards her. “Principal Weems and I started off as friends too, just like you and Wednesday. But things got kind of complicated for a bit, and it hurt both of us. A lot.”

Enid’s brows knit together in confusion and she cocked her head to the side, waiting for you to continue.

“You know why? Because we didn’t talk to each other. I really liked her, but I was too scared to tell her. And she was too scared to tell me that she liked me, too. So I know it’s really scary to tell Wednesday how you feel about her and have the potential of her rejecting you - but it’s going to hurt so much worse if you don’t tell her. And sometimes, it might be better to have a talk before you try to kiss her.” The irony of your advice wasn’t lost on you - hell, it might’ve been a lot easier for you if you hadn’t slept with Larissa before admitting to your feelings. But perhaps you could save Enid the trouble of making the same mistakes.

“But are you and Principal Weems okay now?”

You smiled. “I think so. And you and Wednesday will be okay, too. The girl’s one complicated piece of work but I can tell she cares about you - I don’t think she would’ve gone to the Rave’N with anyone else.”

Enid nodded hesitantly, cheeks flushing.

“Thanks, Ms. Y/L/N.” Then she rose from her chair and opened her arms - you mirrored her movements and hugged her tightly, matching the ferocity at which she squeezed you and only pulling back when she loosened her grip.

“Anytime, Enid. Thank you for coming to me with this.” You hoped Enid would have the courage to talk to Wednesday about her feelings - you hoped even more that you were right and Wednesday cared enough not to shut her out entirely.

Enid’s smile was back in place as she turned to leave your classroom.

“Keep me updated!” you hollered after her, falling back into your chair.

~~~

“Keep you updated on what?” Marilyn asked, entering your classroom as Enid disappeared from sight.

“Just a personal situation,” you replied. “What’s up?”

“What’s up? I should be asking you that. How’d it go?” Marilyn was grinning from ear to ear as she stepped up to your desk, placing both hands on the surface and leaning in eagerly.

“What are you referring to?” you asked cooly, playing idly with a pen that lay around on your desk, though the blush that warmed your cheeks gave you away in an instant.

The redhead rolled her eyes. “You know exactly what I’m referring to, Y/N. How are things with Larissa?”

“Good, I think.” You shrugged, lips curling up into a smile as you dropped your gaze absentmindedly to your desk.

“Just good? That’s all you’re going to give me?”

“We’re still figuring things out, okay? But that really was a lovely song you had the DJ play when we were cleaning up - thanks for that.”

“Someone had to do it. When are you seeing her again?”

“Oh.” You paused, stilling in your fidgeting with the pen. When were you going to see her again? You hadn’t addressed that, you just assumed… “I don’t know, actually. I thought I’d probably see her around school anyway.”

Marilyn looked at you incredulously and you felt a twinge of guilt swirl around in your stomach. “What?”

“The two of you are hopeless.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ask her out! If you don’t do it, I’ll do it for you.” Marilyn reached over the desk to grab your phone. You tried to stop her, but you weren’t fast enough - she held your phone just out of your reach, a devilish grin on her face.

“Don’t you dare,” you whispered.

She took a step back, unlocking your phone - you cursed yourself internally for having given her your passcode once while you were driving her into Jericho - and scrolling through your contacts.

“Marilyn,” you warned.

She began to type, sounding out the words as she went. “My dearest Larissa-”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you grumbled, standing and moving around the desk, reaching desperately for your phone.

“It would be be my utmost honor if you were to-”

“If I tell you I’ll go to her office right now and ask her, will you stop?”

Marilyn raised an eyebrow. “Right now?”

“Yes,” you huffed.

“Here.” She passed you your phone back and you glanced at the screen, rolling your eyes as you realized she’d only been typing in your Notes app. Well played, Marilyn, well played.

~~~ 

After wrapping things up in your classroom, you parted ways with the redhead, who reminded you of your promise with a cheeky smile. You headed towards Larissa’s office, a nervous excitement bubbling up within you. Knocking on the door, you poked your head in. 

Larissa sat behind her desk, engrossed in her work - she was reading something on her laptop, chewing away at her bottom lip as she scrolled. Her head shot up when she heard the door open, and a beaming smile spread across her face when she locked eyes with you.

“Hey, you got a minute?”

“Of course, darling, come in.” Larissa’s voice was warm, bordering on sultry, and you slipped inside the office, closing the door behind you. “I was just finishing up here - would you mind waiting by the fireplace for me?”

“Sure.” You took a detour by Larissa’s desk to press a soft kiss to her lips - the little squeak of surprise that the blonde let out before reciprocating the kiss made you feel you could melt straight into the floorboards with adoration.

Crossing to the little sofa by the fireplace and plopping down, you kicked your shoes off and tucked your feet underneath yourself. You listened as Larissa began typing rhythmically away at her keyboard, allowing your eyes to fall shut.

After a few minutes, the typing ceased and there was a soft click as her laptop was closed. Heels clicked on the hardwood floors, stopping just behind you, then gentle hands came to rest on your shoulders and began carefully kneading the muscles at the base of your neck.

You groaned softly, tilting your head forward to give Larissa further access to your neck and back. Her thumbs worked at the tense muscles, the intimacy of her touch melting away all of the day’s pent up stress.

Her fingers stilled in their ministrations and you whined softly, but then pillowy lips attached to the side of your neck, placing open mouthed kisses to the sensitive flesh. Warm breath caressed your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps and causing a shiver to run down your spine, all the way to your toes.

You turned your head to the side, desperate to feel those soft lips upon your own. Larissa could sense what you were searching for and pressed her lips to yours. The kiss was languid, sensuous, affectionate - you reveled in the safety that it wrapped you in.

“Could I entice you into sharing a bottle of wine with me?” Larissa murmured against your lips as she pulled back ever so slightly.

“I could be convinced,” you mumbled, chasing her lips with your own.

Larissa chuckled and pulled away, crossing her office to fetch a bottle and two glasses. She filled the glasses generously and handed you one, settling next to you on the sofa.

“What brings you by today?” Larissa’s eyebrow was raised, her voice light and filled with humor. 

“Do I need a reason to stop by?” You grinned at her, taking a sip of your wine.

“Not at all.” Larissa’s eyes glittered as she regarded you fondly over the rim of her glass. The way she looked at you through mascara-coated lashes - cheeks rosy, painted lips pulled into an affectionate smile - was different from how she used to look at you. Unbridled. Unguarded. There was no hiding the emotions that she displayed freely on her face - it was a new level of openness that you swore to never take for granted.

Larissa’s lips moved and you were so mesmerized by them that you missed the words that came out.

“Darling?” Larissa’s shoulders began to shake with mirth. “Are you with me?”

You suddenly felt warm all over as a blush spread across your cheeks.

“Larissa?” You weren’t sure why you were feeling nervous all of a sudden - it was clear Larissa harbored at least some sort of romantic feelings for you, so you didn’t think she’d say no, but you found your stomach fluttering anyway.

“Hmm?” Larissa’s smirk never left her face as she watched you struggle for words.

“Do you think maybe… I thought it would be nice if…” Way to be eloquent, you thought to yourself, cringing internally. Your mouth suddenly felt so dry. “Would you like to go on a date with me? An actual date?”

Larissa’s smirk turned into a bashful smile - her reply came out breathy and soft. “Yes. I would like that very much.”

“Cool… cool.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Larissa seemed to notice this, her confidence growing.

“You seem nervous,” she teased, placing a hand on your knee and scooting closer to you.

“A little,” you breathed.

“Do I make you nervous?” Her voice was sultry, her eyes half-lidded, and you weren’t sure if it was the wine or her hand at the hem of your skirt but you felt dizzy.

“A little,” you mumbled, your eyes falling to her lips - plump, soft, warm, inviting lips, that curled up at the outer corners and parted slightly to reveal brilliant white teeth. You felt her hand inch up your skirt, caressing your inner thigh, and desire began to thrum within you.

Your phone began to buzz in your pocket - you tried to ignore it but it wouldn’t stop, and you let out a frustrated huff and pulled it out just enough to glance at it. 

Marilyn: Well?! Marilyn: How’d it go? Marilyn: Did you ask her?

You smiled in spite of yourself and looked up to see Larissa’s questioning gaze upon you. You tilted the phone to show her the messages, your heart doing a somersault when she let out a tinkling laugh.

Larissa smirked. “So how did it go?”

“I’d say well,” you whispered breathlessly.

Larissa laughed, cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss to your lips. “So when do I get the honor of accompanying you on this date?”

“How’s Saturday?”

“Saturday is perfect.” The smile that you received was blinding - you still couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to be the recipient of such a beautiful, heartfelt smile. “Will it be a surprise again?”

You felt your cheeks heat at the memory of your definitely not a date, date. “If you want it to be.”

“You know I didn’t think I enjoyed being surprised all that much but when it’s by you, I find I quite adore the mystery.” Her hand was still on your cheek, her thumb brushing against your lip, and you realized just then how thoroughly screwed you were. This woman had you wrapped around her little finger - you would do anything for her, you realized.

“Then a surprise it shall stay.”

x

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[lemmetreatya]

Eren used to get mad when people mistook him for a girl (bc that boy looks so much like Carla and Yams even chose the name Eren because it sounded feminine). Now he doesn't really mind it. In fact he usually rubs it in his friends' faces because he is quote "the prettiest bitch out of all of you"

erens kinda embraced it now!! still a touchy subject for him but now hes kinda able to fight people off by throwing insults back jskskd

COD nights were always fun because it meant those were the times where the boys could get together, crash random lobbies, fish for the low skilled ones and then heavily level up their accounts.

Although tonight it looks like not a lot of people were free to troll or be trolled. Platform wise and party wise — tonight, it was just Eren, Connie and Jean on mic.

It’d gotten to that point of the game where no one really wanted to play anymore and so they were all idly waiting in their own party lobby.

Boredly scrolling through random Instagram filters and taking pictures with them, Eren sighed as he aimlessly sent them to the groupchat.

He hadn’t thought anything of it, usually the guys would open them and just heart emote it — or if they were feeling silly, use a poop or thumbs down emoji. But since he was on the mic already, Connie voiced his opinion aloud.

“Those filters make you look like yo’ mama!”

Not thinking much of it, Eren didn’t concentrate on the remark, but it’s when he heard Jean snickering in the back that he leaned forwards in his chair.

“Wait, Con. You talking ‘bout me?”

“Yeah, you! That shit you sent into the chat with all them filters on.”

Jean started laughing again but this time in joint with Connie. The two of them were cackling greasy laughs as their volume levels wobbled in and out.

“Awoogaaaa! Hellooo Mrs. Jaeger!” He wolfed into Eren’s ears.

The brunette’s face scrunched in annoyance.

Oh, so they were on piss tonight?

With a kiss of his teeth, Eren fixed his mic closer to his mouth so that his next words would come out crunchy on the other end.

“Ayo, at least I look like her. You don’t look like any of your folks. You sure you not adopted?”

Suddenly, the laughter ceased. With a grin on his face, Eren nodded as he sat back in his seat.

Yeah, that’ll teach em, he thinks.

However, Connie’s next words had dampened the mood even more.

“Bro, that shit ain’t cool. I don’t look like them because I am adopted.”

Eren’s face dropped.

There was an acute silence on the party channel.

A low “Fuuuuuck…” was heard in the background on Jean’s end. His channel went flat after the click of a mute button.

Slightly gobsmacked, Eren quickly laid a hand over his mouth before uncovering it and talking a lot more softly into his microphone piece.

“Ah. Shit, dawg. I’m sorry, I didn’t know—”

“Ha! Gotcha! I’m not adopted, bitch!”

Connie was once again bellowing within the chat. His laughter would have been infectious had he not tricked Eren into feeling sympathy for him with priorly insulting him and his mother.

Rolling his eyes, Eren retorted back.

“That’s not something to joke about though.”

“But that’s equally as reason why you can’t go round saying people look loaned.” He said back.

Eren made a confused face towards his television screen but to no one in particular.

“Loaned?! That’s an even worse way to put it!”

A click sounded within the party call which indicated the unmuting of Jean’s channel.

“Adopted people aren’t ‘loaned’, Connie. They’re legally under that guardian’s care as much as a biological child would be.”

Quickly accommodating to Jean’s admission of serious tone, Eren dropped the humorous attitude before bartering on his friend’s side.

“Yeah, you’re probably thinking of fostering. That’s the one where it’s just temporary stay.” Eren finished.

Thankfully understanding the change in tone, Connie’s voice sounded much lower as he hummed in understanding the concept.

“Ah, I get it.”

There was a comfortable silence for a few seconds. As party leader, Eren took the initiative to plunge the group into a lobby search without clarifying seeing as nothing else was being said.

Just as the game was loading in, Connie quietly said into the mic:

“You still look like your mama though.”

>> c0nnie_thec0nman69 was kicked from the voice chat. <<

#eren jeager #jean krischtein #connie springer #attak on titan #eren aot #eren x reader

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The Heroes’ Game

Chapter 3

“So, did you kids figure it out?” Nightwing asked when the two soon-to-be lovebirds opened their eyes. As if reading his mind, Robin turned to glare darkly at the older hero. Ignoring the silent warning, Nightwing just continued to talk. “Because it’s been forty-ish minutes since you guys started meditating. If we wanna make it to the museum on time, we should leave soon.”

“Forty-ish?” Robin repeated incredulously, standing up. “Honestly. You can’t even keep proper track of time?”

“It’s fine, we figured everything out Monsieur Nightwing,” Marinette interrupted before an argument could spark up. “Our vision is back to normal for now. Oh, but,” she pulled her phone out of her purse, handing it to Robin. “Do you have a secure number you can give me? I can’t exactly wander around Gotham at night every time I want to meet up with you.”

Robin winced at the visual. “Yes, please don’t do that. I don’t need my job made even harder than it already is,” he grumbled before taking her phone from her casually, and creating a new contact for himself. Unbeknownst to him, she changed his contact name in her phone from ‘Robin’ to a simple green heart emoji the second he gave her the device back.

If he asks, I’ll just say it’s because a green heart is way more subtle than his superhero name, she decided silently.

“Alright, let’s get the smaller lovebird home,” Nightwing teases, successfully making Marinette’s entire face flush bright red.

“H-h-hey! W-w-we just met and I’m sure Robin doesn’t like me like that yet. I mean, sure our soul bond is romantic and everything, but the actual emotions take time to form and I’m pretty sure Robin doesn’t want to go too fast so really calling us lovebirds is just not accurate yet and really, really embarrassing so if you could not do that, I would really really appreciate it monsieur Nightwing, sir!” Luckily, Marinette’s flailing Arms of Denial provided the perfect opening for Robin to slide his arm around her waist and toss her over his back halfway through her ramble. Apparently being slung over the shoulder of her soulmate wasn’t enough to get her to stop though, since she didn’t even miss a beat and continued until she was done.

Nightwing only laughed, making Marinette’s blush deepen several shades.

“I’m never going to get silence again,” Robin groaned as they traveled over the rooftop.

“Hey, at least she isn’t scared of heights,” Nightwing offered, seeing as Marinette had barely reacted at all even during the steeper jumps and falls they had made. Robin briefly paused at that, turning his head to look back at the French girl as well as he could, given her angle in his fireman carry.

“That’s a surprisingly astute observation, Nightwing,” Robin begrudgingly complimented. “How are you so calm about this? Does Ladybug randomly take you freerunning, too?”

It took a solid five seconds of uncontrollable stutter before coherent language seemed to come back to the petite girl. “W-w-What?” Well, mostly. “N-n-no way! I mean, Ladybug would never compromise a c-civilian like that! I just have, a-a passion! Yep. A passion for parkour. Nobody expects it from me, really, but—“

“Okay, calm down,” Robin interrupted, rolling his eyes behind his domino mask as he and Nightwing resumed running. “You don’t have to tell me if you really don’t want to. It isn’t like it’s a bad thing. In fact considering who I am, you being afraid of heights at all would be really inconvenient for both of us.”

“Ha, ha, yeah,” Marinette agreed, her nervous laughter doing nothing to soothe the suspicion both vigilantes had now. Sure, she was Robin’s soulmate, but that didn’t suddenly make her trustworthy. In fact, some people (Jason and Tim) would argue that it made her extremely suspicious, because there was no way someone innocent could be soulmates with Demon Spawn. Robin himself, being the only one to see what exactly inhabited Marinette’s half of their mindspace, was of an entirely different mindset. Everything he saw there indicated she was completely innocent, and nobody had control over the first things to appear in their mindspace if they had one. The things that appeared always reflected the truest aspects of that individual.

No, Damian Wayne had a much different suspicion. A suspicion that came from the fact that Marinette knew far more intimate details about the villain situation in Paris than she should, from the fact that she had displayed such confidence fighting men twice her size, from the fact that their only shared object in their mindspace besides the TV was a sparring mat, of all things. From the fact that her body language had relaxed for a moment when she found out her soulmate was a vigilante.

Damian Wayne had a suspicion that his soulmate was a hero.

He only had to look through all of Paris’s heroes to find out which one.

All too soon, they arrived across the street from the Gotham Museum of History. Suddenly glad that she wore pants instead of the skirt she had been contemplating when they relaxed in the hotel, Marinette slid off of Robin’s shoulder and dusted herself off.

It had been nice, feeling the wind in her hair and the familiar adrenaline of leaping across buildings, of seeing the world flash by in a mesh of indistinguishable color. Even if she wasn’t the one doing the moving, it was still nice. She knew she wouldn’t be able to swing around as Ladybug while she was here, and she knew the month of reprieve of freerunning was going to take a mental toll on her.

Maybe I can convince Robin to take me with him sometime. Just a short run, that’s all. No crime fighting involved.

Yeah, fat chance in Gotham City, but a girl could hope.

It wasn’t long before a group of fourteen kids and one adult crossed the street, stopping right in front of where Marinette stood with her arms crossed. Having Robin and Nightwing at her side helped her confidence, but the anger and betrayal she felt didn’t hurt it either.

“Marinette!” Mlle. Bustier exclaimed, eyes wide. She continued rapidly speaking in French, “But— weren’t you with the class—“ she turned, only for a certain pink haired teen to skate forward with her hands on her hips.

“Uh, no Mlle. Bustier. Adrien and I tried to tell you that Marinette never made it on the bus!”

“But, Alya told me you three were lying because you didn’t want to go to a boring museum!” The teacher said in dismay. Then a frown overcame her face. “Well, regardless. We have departure time set for a reason, Marinette. I expect you, as the class president, to set a good example and arrive on time. Being late is very unbecoming of you, especially considering you weren’t responsible enough to even meet up for the tour. As the person who recommended the museum in the first place, Marinette, I expected more integrity out of you.”

“Excusez-moi?” Robin spoke up, hands clenched into fists at his side. The teacher jumped, clearly not having anticipating the Gotham hero to understand everything she said. The young Robin continued in perfectly fluent French; “It is not Marinette’s responsibility to take care of your class or to be flawless. It is your own failing as a teacher, neglecting your responsibility to ensure that all of the children under your care are safe and accounted for. While in Gotham, you are supposed to act as their caretaker and their parents are relying on you to do at least a halfway decent job. Instead, you allow your own class President, the only reason any of you are even here and able to visit anywhere, to get left behind and almost kidnapped in the most crime ridden city in the country!” The vigilante never raised his voice, the iciness of his tone easily carrying and showing how deadly serious every last word was. Caline Bustier could only freeze under Robin’s wrathful glare.

Nightwing’s hand on Robin’s shoulder stopped the tirade, though the older hero’s gaze never left the teacher either. “We will be keeping an ear out, madam,” he said in deceptively cheerful French. Bustier twitched again in surprise. There was still a threat under that cheerful tone. “Any kid left behind in this city, especially if they don’t know the city, is in a lot of danger. I suggest you do your job unless you want the police having a talk with you too, instead of us friendly vigilantes,” he warned. “Now then, try to have a good rest of your night Marinette. Stay safe. Hopefully you won’t have to see us anytime soon, yeah?” He switched back to English, earning a wry smile and small nod from Marinette.

Neither Gotham hero missed the way Marinette shrunk in on herself as soon as she realized they were leaving. Two sets of masked eyes narrowed, but otherwise they gave no sign of noticing. A brief wave from the friendlier of the two heroes later, and they were gone.

Marinette couldn’t help but feel like a sheep left in a pack of wolves.

Thankfully, her class at least had the decency to wait until they were all sat down and had finished ordering before pouncing.

“Honestly, Marinette?” Alya snapped, eyebrow raised and scowl on her lips. “I can’t believe you would waste the time of Gotham’s heroes just for attention. Look at how sad Mlle. Bustier is now!” She waved a hand to the teacher, who was still in obvious shock. “I can’t even imagine what you did to make them think you were about to get kidnapped. Probably some poor innocent guy in prison now because of your whining, and what if wasting time with you made Nightwing and Robin miss out on saving someone in actual trouble, huh, girl?”

Lila broke into tears. “I-I’m just so g-glad you’re safe, Marinette! When you told m-me you felt s-sick and wanted us to g-go without you, I h-hoped you wouldn’t c-c-cause any trouble,” a giant fake sob ripped itself from Lila’s lying throat. “But this is what I g-g-get for having faith in y-you!” Everyone quickly rushed to assure Lila that she had to reason to feel bad about Marinette’s behavior, it wasn’t her fault Marinette was an attention hog.

It was all the pigtailed girl could do, to sink down in her seat and thank every power in the universe that she hadn’t suggested moving onto Audio Only Mode with Robin yet. She had an odd suspicion that anger management wasn’t exactly one of his strengths.

Just take deep breaths, she thought, doing the best she could to keep herself calm while she ate. Alix leaned into her arm, offering comforting weight and silent support. Marinette just smiled at her gratefully. Speaking up would do nothing right now, not while everyone was so solidly against her and Adrien was stuck as Lila’s human teddy bear. He sent her an apologetic glance, but Marinette could only shrug. As much as she still liked having him around as Chat, she had long since gotten used to not getting help in class from Adrien.

Marinette sunk into her bed once they got back to the hotel, the silence of the room weighing on her. She was the odd student out, so she didn’t have a roommate.

“Maybe tomorrow will be better, Marinette,” Tikki tried to cheer her up, the tiny Kwami flying over and nestling next to Marinette’s face in a pseudo hug. The teen just hummed in halfhearted agreement, closing her eyes. It took a while, but she was eventually able to sink off into slumber.

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“You seem tired,” Robin remarked blandly, raising an eyebrow at Marinette’s dejected form just slumped half-on half-off of her loft bed. Her head was part of the half actually on the bed, and thus her expression was hidden from Robin as she let out a loud groan of despair. “Are you dying?”

“Noooo,” Marinette paused. “Maybe.”

“And why are you maybe dying?” Robin walked over to his weapons rack, where a brand new section of green wall was revealed over it boasting domino masks. Considering he had went to sleep, he obviously hadn’t been in uniform. Which, therefore, meant he wasn’t in uniform in the dreamspace. Quickly pulling on one of the masks, he turned back to the loft bed.

Marinette still hadn’t lifted her head.

“... is your identity safe now?”

“Yes, I have my mask on.”

Marinette wasted no time sitting up after that, exposing Robin to the absolutely dejected look on her face. Immediately his eyebrows shot up, the way her hair fell loose around her head instead of being held in pigtails only emphasizing the sorry state she was in.

It had really been a gamble, talking to himself when he reached his room to ask Marinette if she would do her best not to look at him when he first entered the mindspace. A gamble that apparently paid off. Apparently if one of them was asleep or meditating, they could still see through the other person’s eyes if they watched TV in the mindspace.

But now he couldn’t really care about his identity as much as usual, considering his stalling meant she had been left alone to wallow in whatever misery left her in this state.

“What happened?” That came out harsher than he intended it to, but Marinette Luckily didn’t seem to care. She just heaved a heavy sigh and slipped off her bed. She didn’t even use the ladder, just letting herself slide off and land surprisingly nimbly on her feet. Robin narrowed his eyes.

Parkour, he thought with a mental scoff. Sure. Wait, that doesn’t matter right now.

“It’s just my class,” Marinette confided, fiddling with the long sleeve of her pajama top. “It’s really stupid, and I know I should be strong enough to ignore the things they say, but it still hurts. A lot.”

A very unfamiliar feeling caused Robin to bristle and stand up straighter. “Things? What things do they say?” He watched as Marinette fidgeted nervously, and then went to his couch. She looked between it and him for a second, silently asking permission to sit on it considering it was a Green Item and therefore his by default. He simply nodded, moving over to sit next to her.

“It’s dumb, and you really don’t have to worry about it,” she started, but she also couldn’t fight the urge to confide in him. Maybe it was the mindspace, the aura of it heavily persuading the two inhabitants to speak nothing but the truth while there. Maybe it was the bond itself, trying to convince her that she could trust him. Whatever it was, she had never wanted to tell someone about her issues this badly before.

“I didn’t ask for reasons to not worry, I asked for what they said,” Robin retorted firmly. Marinette actually chuckled at that, the bluntness reassuring her.

I guess Chloe was right, huh?

So she explained. She stared down at the green floor under her feet or the couch cushions or the TV or the vast white expanse of their mindspace, but never Robin. She never looked at him as she recounted everything that happened after Lila Rossi joined the class, how she took her friends away and lied every chance she got to make Marinette look bad. How she had even managed to spin a lie that got the whole class believing that Marinette got left behind and almost kidnapped on purpose, for attention, despite Marinette having social anxiety and not liking having large amounts of attention on her to begin with.

She explained every harsh detail of Alya, her previous best friend, betraying her and turning into her second worst bully because of Lila. How only Alix remained by her side and her class as a whole ridiculed, isolated, and bullied her. If they didn’t bully her, they ignored that anything was happening. She explained how Adrien, also her friend, was given the ultimatum that if he didn’t keep Lila happy he would be withdrawn from school and effectively isolated at home again. She explained that he tried to help, but was often stopped from doing more than offering a warm glance by Lila’s grip around one of his arms (almost always his left arm nowadays, since even Lila knew better than to touch or obstruct someone’s soul mark without permission).

“And it’s really just dumb school drama,” Marinette was wrapping up, the sleeve of her nightshirt sporting several holes in it from how she had been worrying at it throughout her whole story. Normally she wouldn’t dare hurt her clothes in such a way, but here it didn’t matter. In the mindspace, nothing but their own consciousness actually existed. She could destroy her clothes all she wanted here, and they would be perfectly fine when she woke up. “I just need to suck it up and not let Lila’s words affec—“

Marinette almost bit her tongue when she was flicked on the forehead, her eyes crossing as she tried to spot the offending hand. Slowly coming out of her shock, she followed the hand to the wrist, then arm, then the face of a very frustrated Robin. His eyebrows were pulled down low over his masked eyes, the hand that hadn't just flicked her was clenched in a fist and shaking. Marinette was pretty sure that he would have been making his palm bleed if they had been in the physical world right then.

“No,” Robin’s voice was strained, as if he was doing his best not to raise his voice. It still trembled with anger. “The way they are treating you is incredibly uncalled for, unjustified and dishonorable. You should not be forced to manage your emotions even on the level that Hawkmoth forces all of Paris to do every day, let alone force yourself to cope with what is clearly serious harassment. They are taking advantage of you, Marinette. They are using you because they know you will provide things they favor— clothes, baked goods, and whatever else you might give them. They are not entitled to that, though. They are not entitled to your kindness or forgiveness, and they are not entitled to your patience. If they do not want to or are too dumb to acknowledge the truth of what is happening, that is their fault and the way they are treating you because of it is unacceptable. And your teacher! Nightwing and I were not bluffing when we threatened to get her investigated. I tried to research you after patrol today, but Red Robin pointed out that it may be seen as insensitive or intrusive of me. Perhaps you should allow me to do so anyway, so that we can take proper action if there is proof of your school being negligent.”

“Robin, that really isn’t necessary,” it said a lot that Marinette no longer had the energy to wave her hands in denial. She just spoke in a defeated tone.

Robin flicked her again.

“I am your soulmate, not your therapist. But it is wholly unacceptable for the person who is supposed to be by my side for the rest of my life to be mistreated or emotionally abused in such a way. The fact that you have not even been akumatized by that villain in Paris yet despite going through all of this is clear testimony that you have a strong mind and will, but everyone has their limits. When you feel yourself approaching said limits, you can meditate and turn on Audio Only Mode, so that I know you need to vent.”

“But I can’t let my emotions get out of control when I am back in Paris,” Marinette started to say, but was cut off by Robin already shaking his head.

“That does not count here. Very few magics can penetrate a soulbond mindspace, and I severely doubt an Akuma is one of them. You can go to sleep or meditate, and release all of your frustrations here where it is safe. Letting them build up will only cause more damage in the long run.”

The Asian girl shifted, looking first at the green floor beneath her and then up to Robin’s face. Her posture said that she was relaxed, at least a lot more than she had been during her entire confession, but her eyes held worry. He could see it swimming in those sapphire depths.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” She asked weakly in French. The slip back to her most commonly used language made Robin frown. He really was far from the best person to comfort anyone, even his own soulmate. He was flying blind here, and could only do what he saw as logical. Surely his soulmate, of all people, would accept that.

“I do not make it a habit of expressing many of my emotions very often,” he admitted slowly. “But I understand that you do not come from my circumstances. I will not be bothered.”

Insecurity wormed its way into her blue eyes l, pushing the normal worry away. “Even if we’re soulmates…” she started hesitantly, squirming in her seat. “You shouldn’t have to put up with me. I mean, I overreact a l—“

“No.”

Marinette was startled, eyes wide and uncomprehending. “Excusez moi?”

“No,” Robin repeated. “You are not overreacting. I will not allow you or anyone else to think that about yourself. If nothing else, everyone is entitled to their emotions,” he stubbornly pushed away unpleasant memories. This wasn’t about him. He could not have his soulmate in an unstable state of mind. It was not acceptable, even if he did not know or fully trust her yet. “You are my soulmate,” he said slowly, leaning forward and staring into her eyes to try and hammer in the words he spoke. “As such, I will not allow anyone to treat you as anything less than royalty. Not even yourself.”

Marinette was certain she would have passed out from forgetting to breathe, had they not been in a mental world separate from physical reality.

Oh, this is so much worse than fawning over Adrien.

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#maribat #mlb x dc #ml x dc #dc x mlb #dc x miraculous #platonic jasonette #platonic dickinette #platonic timari #damimari #romantic daminette #daminette #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #maribat fanfiction #maribat fic

[prince-liest]

The last bus stop in hell is a new favourite. I went absolutely insane when I realised what the fuck Alastor did to get out. The gun shots felt genuinely shocking, I could feel just how angry and out of control Alastor felt when he pulled the trigger and it wasn't even from his perspective!!!!! Genuinely think the fact that you've written this from Angel's pov was a genius move, it keeps the mystery of not ever quite knowing what Alastor's thinking that we have in canon whilst still letting us feel just how angry and violated and reactionary Alastor is in that moment when he lifts the gun and tells Val to beg so he can force Val into a position of weakness and kill him like that. Waffhdhdhgv going crazy stupid. Genuinely think Alastor's pov would have made this a tougher sell (you've kept the fic really kind despite everything. You haven't dragged pain out for the sake of showing pain and I think it works.)

Thinking about how Val uses what he taught Angel, how in your fic Angel mirrors Val is so many little ways because he learnt everything from him and yet still, Angel is a genuinely kind, caring individual despite everything when Val so obviously... Isn't

Thinking about the fact that as proven here, Alastor could look like shit and still no one would dare to so much as look at him too long

Thinking about how genuinely good husk is to still want to make sure "Alastor's" going to be ok even though he's scared shitless. thinking about how kind he is to Angel

Also LOVING the little. Anon culture you have built here. Giving myself a call sign emote.

- ☠️ -spirits

It's 8am and I've already been awake for 4 hours and the brain cells I have remaining just want to go /cups hands around this ask and holds it close to my heart

You have pinpointed so many of the things I was hoping to convey in this story and it just gives me the warm and fuzzies. I was a little unsure about how the subject matter of this fic would be received and y'all have consistently made me very happy I decided to write it. Just. Heart emoji!! Thank you, anon! (Also what a great emoji to choose, hahaha. The anon culture kinda built itself, ILY guys and also cannot believe there are so many!)

Speaking of which: MORE ASKS UNDER THE CUT! If you sent me something about the fic last night it's probably down there!!

THE NEW CHAPTER WAS INSANEE ???? SCREAMING OH MY GOD ALASTOR STRAIGHT UP SHOT VALENTINO ??? (until he was nothing but mush 😨) speechless beyond words but it was SO good and cathartic omg i was literally on the edge of my seat in suspense 😭😭😭

Hahaha, thank you so much! Honestly absolutely lovely to hear—I think the general response to this chapter can be summarized as "oh my god" and this pleases me immensely. 💛

Angel Dust finally being able to cry when Husk backed away from him, ouch my heart 😭 Also Alastor not being able to use any of his usual radio demon powers but still managing to be the scariest person in the room. Very well written. I don't usually read stuff this dark but I'm really glad I decided to.

Huskerdust are my little gold vein of goodness threading through the horrible bedrock of the rest of this fic, haaa, and I really wanted that moment of catharsis for Angel himself... and YES!! Alastor was a scary motherfucker before he ever became the Radio Demon and I'm so glad that came through. Is he okay? No. But he's ready to make that everybody else's problem.

Thank you for taking a chance on this very murdered dove! I am genuinely very flattered to have the opportunity to make a dark fic a nonetheless good read for you!

An absolutely stellar chapter, as always! Your writing kills it every time and your descriptions are staggering in their detail! I adore how many emotions you made me go through during Alastor's entrance alone; from realizing that he escaped on his own, learning that his leg was injured in the process, to finding out that his mouth is bloodied. I crumpled on into myself. Agh! Of *course* he'd chew through it rather than just breaking/snapping it off. Truly a one of a kind man. So much showing without telling! It's all wonderful and your work is always such a delight to read. I'm not normally one who physically reacts to writing, but wow some of the scenes in this chapter had me flinching! This was most definitely a ramble that I could have simply commented under the chapter itself; all that to say that I am very excited for the next chapter and all of the aftermath to follow! 💫💫💫💫💫

P.S. Thank you for giving Alastor a gun. It is what he deserves. ❤️

Alastor DOES deserve a gun, ehehehe. Honestly so pleased that this has stood out to you as an example of showing without telling specifically because Angel Dust's extremely traumatized POV has been godly for opportunities to do that and it's been a very fun way to write. Gosh, this ask just means a lot to me in general, thank you SO much for your lovely words!

#t #spirits anon #personal #my writing #anonymous #long post

[onlyjaeyun]

That hole chapter was a roller coaster of emotions !!! (And since I am writing this on my iPad I won`t use any emojis :(

The flashbacks made my heart meld, I ´m gonna cry in a damn corner :( the way they used to be with each other so long ago .. I wanna cry they were so cute :(

His explanations of their resemblance is so cute and the way he complimented her … oh lord my poor heart

Jungwon casually calling her mother I LOVE HIM

Honnie casually watching her while driving to their aribnb please zadie I am bitting into my fucking fist ….

„Sunghoon still hates your guts. He really does.“ Not. Fuck you Sunghoon YOU DON`T !

„…he can`t help but reming himself of all the nights he spent on the ice rink, crying, sobbing and silently praying you`d just come back and make your shared dreams become reality“ WELL THANK YOU FOR ACTUALLY MAKiNG ME TEAR UP NOW

The many theories I have in my head are making me spin …

THE NERVE THOSE TWO HAVE TO ACTUALLY SHOW UP WHAT THE FUCK

Coming for money and try to manipulate and gaslight here … I am on my way to throat punch them to the moon and back get ready fuckers

THE FUCKING AUDACITY

„…and as her older sister its your duty“ Oh fuck you … I spoil my sister all I want but not because its my fucking duty but I just love the happy responses … so fuck you and your disgusting duty shit IT IS YOUR DUTY YOU FUCKING PEACE OF SHITFATHER

Sunghoon protecting her from them I AM ON MY KNEES

„He knows you can handle this by yourself but {…} never ever let that fucker or anyone lay a hand on you“ I AM THROWING CHAIRS

Hoonie is so hot help

That hug … I am BAWLING

And after that … OH LORD „I need you“ YEAH AND I NEED A THERAPIST

I am not going too much into detail but it was so hot and soft and everything in between and I am so gone oml

„For the first time {…} you‘re feeling much more {…}. It‘s deeper, darker and so, so much scarier“ I bite into my fucking DESK

Hoonie giving proper aftercare WE CHEERED my mans gone soft and I am so here for it :(

Him.pulling.her.into.his.arm. I am so gone for them …. That is the cutest fucking shit omg

„He places a soft kiss on your forehead“ yeah fuck goodbye … I can only imagine the soft look on his face I am torturing myself here

MASTERPIECE !!!!!!!!!!

NEVER EVER WILL I NOT GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEETVOVER YIUR REVIEWSBFKENFLE thank you so much for always taking the time out of your day to send me one baby, i love and appreciate you so so so much and i hope you know i lit think about your asks for days on after you sent them 🥺🩷 its always so amazing to see my work through your guys' eyes and is smth i wont ever take for granted!🥺🫧🤍

#; mailbox 📬 #; cold hearts

[bettimbellis]

A Collage (of Yelling)

I saw someone do something like this to advertise their fic- they linked the fic, and then put in a little collage of various comment snippets. I can’t find the post to show off- someone please do let me know if you’ve seen that, I want to credit them. 

Either way, my Hollow Knight post-Black-Egg-Temple fic (linked here) has 209 comment threads on it. I’ve gone through and found some bits. These bits were mostly chosen for entertainment/intrigue value out of context- a lot of my favorite comments didn’t get in. 

Got some good reviews there, I think. Anyone wanna see the collection I have of Discord screenshots from folks yelling at me about this fic?  (Seriously though, thank all of y’all who comment, yell in the tags, whatever- I love it. Really helps keep the writing muse going, too.)

Image descriptions below the cut. 

[Image ID: a collection of bits of text placed on a light green background, in several groups. Text is as follows. 

Excuse me who gave you the right to hit me with this line at seven in the morning”, with an arrow pointing to the left. also it feels like there are many things to be concerned about lmao  God, Hollow is such a poor baby. A lanky wet cat left in the rain. Hollow, that feeling is love, dear, no need to feel so confused about it. Hornet, my sad dumb little spider baby, go to bed. in summary holy shit this is fucked sounds like stressTM can these characters stop being so relatable good Lird *smacks my face* Hornet. Hornet. the fuck HOLY FUCKING SHIT [all caps] It was so soft!!!! And then it became *so goddamn angsty-* *squints harder*  Wet rag is my new favorite character. *thunks my head on a wall* Gosh darn it Oro course you had to have integrity But also OW MY HEART?! SHATTERED?1 POOR BABY HOLLOW IM GONNA CRY Gosh dang. The last chapter was a little lighter, but apparently you were just holding back for this one.  (Chp. 3) I stg this whole chapter made my emotions whip back and forth between “awww :)” and “awwh :(” and “oh. Oh no baby do not think like that”.  Augh. just, augh. / ...except that bit at the end. ...except that last sentence, ‘cause, yeah. / *hides face in hands* this has been exhausting for everyone, apparently. Hollow knight or: when you are so touch starved that your standards for touch that you want are somewhere in the abyss that has spawned you.  Whatever the FUCK happened in the last section is Oh Lord Oh God What The Heeeeeellll Ohhhh My Goood No Waaayyyy... Will be waiting for the next chapter STARING at ao3...

i was so relieved to read this that i accidentally put my phone in airplane mode trying to respond “it is startled out of its pleasant memory-” pLEASANT???? PLEASANT!?! Hollow no. HOLLOW NO- / why does this for some reason almost feel like fluff.  My urge to keysmash at you is strong Just. God. Everything about this is so fucked in so many ways.

Something about this line just makes me want to. Maybe stab the king in the chest. Repeatedly. And then throw them off a bridge. Idk Actually many things about this chapter make me want to stab the king in the chest repeatedly and then throw them off a bridge. Because *holy shit* Hollow, honey, you have so much trauma. OMG ghost, what have you done [stressed emoji] Okay then. Well. Um. That’s a lot to happen.  God it’s such a mess Ah yes, the eldritch nonsense trying to approximate a living creature, my beloved PK you ass. PK you absolute ASS get over here I wanna hit you with something heavy-  oh / im immediately punched in the face okay thank you for that Right off the bat I am mildly excited about this chapter solely because you played with text formatting and that makes my serotonin levels rise. I don’t know why but thank you for that.  CONFUSION SOUP I’M FHDHDJFKFKGH I wanna join the cuddle pile :<<< let me in [holding Hollow gently in both hands] / I will get you all the fresh-dirt-scented soap Fucking superb you funky little vessels. Oh boy! Spiraling!

Oh this chapter hurts ‘specially bad. Because it wasn’t enough to be possessed and neglected and quite literally tortured and driven insane, now we gotta have more medical issues and amnesia-  I fuckign cried at this one, oh my god. Pain is always a tearjerker, but it’s nothing compared to someone who’s been in pain so long finally getting that first big moment of *realizing they’re wanted* and *heard* and *healing*  And I gotta say, (this is gonna sound bad) I really do love Hollow’s victim blaming. Or how it’s written. I love how you write characters in pain <333 “Oh, just a quick chapter to read before bed,” I thought to myself. “I will enjoy it and feel a normal and manageable level of emotions about it.” / ...Thanks for making me all teary in the wee hours, now I’ll never get to sleep! (...I mean this as praise.) Oh. Oh Hollow. So wrapped up in the need to be useful. So incapable still of seeing that their own gut-wrenching familial love might be returned in kind, whether they have some designated purpose for their existence or not.  Yeah. Relieved. / Oh, Hollow... You have already left kudos here :) [three times] / Have I ever been told the definition of insanity?  honestly the body horror was the /least/ disturbing thing in this chapter. not to say! that it was not disturbing - even then, less the horror and more the. context. i want to punch TPK. into a lake. that is on fire.

First comment of my first reread, and MAN. This opening hits just as hard the second time.  Keep in mind Hollow Knight was made by Australian people Hollow 100% deserves a nice date at the palace if they so wish. anyway, I feel very emo about Hollow, all the time.  HOLLOW IS LETTING THEMSELVES HAVE WILL, LET’S GOOOOOO Ghost is doing Fine:tm:, Hornet is doing Fine:tm:, Hollow is *actually* doing pretty well Good news! Hollow is an emotional wreck!  Hornet is doing sooo normal right now (lying).

TLDR; amazing story, glorious update, poor Grimm, I Am Desperate For Shield Lore, someone please tell Ghost it isn’t their fault, the entire gaggle of siblings needs a group hug, I Am Going To Put The Pale King’s Corpse Through A Shredder, and Hornet needs another good cry. 

anyways fuck you for writing this keep it up

#Hollow Knight #Drained of Light #DoL #my fic #my writing #fic reviews

[ilovedthestars]

congrats on the ability to answer ask memes, stars! I shall ask you: single heart emoji, gift box, yellow heart, pallette?

(usually when I answer these I include a link to the meme for reference- also, bc of the way my phone is rude, these emoji descriptions might not match what you see XD just lmk if so)

thank you verso!!! look at me, answering an ask!! I feel very fancy! (I appreciate the tips very much lol)

let's see, this should be a link to the ask game: Fanfic Writer Ask Game

and I think the ones you asked for are: ❤️🎁💛🎨 ❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

Obviously this has to be something from carry us to freedom. The line about “safety as the unfaithful child of obedience” is the one that people quote back at me all the time, and I’m very proud of it, but I’m going to go with something different. I’m cheating because this is two lines, but it doesn’t make sense alone and I really like it because it distills a lot of the writing I’ve done with SecUnits going rogue: “But those who have had their first taste of hope are soon addicted to its ache. They would leave behind this life-long death for a single breath of freedom, even if a second breath is too much to ask for.”

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

verso thank you for enabling me. I always want to talk about WIPs. the question is which WIP snippet I haven't already put on discord that will make sense without too much explanation. hmmm....here, how about a sneak peek at chapter 2 of Old Unit, Young Unit? don't mind the [bracket notes], this isn't polished yet.

This is not a security incident. Cameras show that a crowd is gathering in the [public space]. The supervisors are looking for a way for the workers to blow off steam without diminishing productivity. 

When we enter, the crowd of humans gets loud and rowdy. HubSystem is smart enough to recommend that another two SecUnits be redirected here in case the crowd becomes out of control. I backburner most of my SecSys inputs. They will be irrelevant to my current task. The supervisor has given us our instructions.

Beside me, Unit 8891 stiffens almost imperceptibly. Young units are often distressed by situations like this one. I am not. I have been in similar situations more times than I can count. Unit 8891 is lucky that we have been ordered not to use our energy weapons. 

Unit 8891 pings me. Is that a challenge? A threat? I ping back. I’m not interested in posturing. I will ensure the fight is as short and uneventful as the supervisors will allow. 

Knowing humans, it will not be short or uneventful.

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

The thing I have learned and am learning and will probably never be done learning is how to be less of a perfectionist, lol. I get very embarrassed about sharing work that’s not up to my very high standards for myself. But honestly fanfic and ao3 and discord have really helped me with that—sometimes I want to show off this cool thing I made more than I want it to be perfect!! And knowing that people will enthuse over cool ideas with me even if I don’t write them perfectly is so freeing.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Oh my goodness LITERALLY ANYTHING, I would be so honored if someone made art of my fic!!! But if I had to pick something…well, carry us to freedom is still my most beloved fic (altho Old Unit, Young Unit might catch up once I have more of it to share!). I’m not really sure how you would visualize it, since it’s very short but also broad in scope and there aren’t really any specific characters, but if someone could find a way to capture the prosetry vibes in art I would be in awe. A lot of my others are just sort of miscellaneous Murderbot interactions and emotions and somewhat similar to each other—but ooh, you know what else would be fun to see visualized? what did I do?, the fic i have gotten the most wordless screaming for.

thank you again for the questions, verso!! 💜 (fingers crossed that I post this correctly)

#ask game answers #carry us to freedom fic #old unit young unit fic #old unit young unit wip #what did I do? fic #first ask!!! this is very exciting #also idk if it's normal to reblog/reply to ask game answers with follow up questions #but I would be totally cool with that #I will gladly take any opportunity to ramble about my fics

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

BHAH CHAPTER 12 IT'S TIME TO CRY

just wanna say, from the bottom of my heart, buzzy and roman I would die for you thank you for my LIFE

NOT NANS COTTAGE. maximum emotional damage hours right off the bat

god the hill house vibes jamie get out before this place tries to eat u

"Thought for the longest time that I’d never get either of you back.” bruh

Jamie fixing up her old bike for Mikey's birthday at the O'Mara's house. specifically designed in a lab to make me cry

"put out of its misery with a thousand blows to the head with a shovel" is so gruesome I read it like 3 times until I remembered that Jamie actually did that in the middle of some serious grieving jesus

mike calling jamie dani and mikey 'the family' hold on a minute man hold on a minute

dani and mikey snoozing together HOLD ON A MINUTE MAN HOLD ON A MINUTE

god jamie is such a softie this whole chapter is just her trying not to cry with how much she loves people (and is loved in return)

oh boy the eddie jamie showdown

oof my poor son boy

holy fuck this whole confrontation is intense

"After all, why bring home a haunting, a gutter rat from the wrong side of the tracks, half feral and half broken, when the golden boy was right there." how dare u use the title against me like this

"I was mad for her from the start." “We were her best friends. If you fell for her, then how could I not?" hooooooly feelings

jamie saying all this to eddie and not dani. lmao. lol. rofl, even.

grocery shopping together............. intimacy...........

"What if I want more?" Dani being able to ask that now is so important to me that's my baby she's doin so good!!!!!! letting herself love people!!!!!

dfgkjhfkjghfkjh Jackie my beloved

"Jamie made an explicit gesture with her hands" screaming this whole interaction is so fucking funnyyyyyy. in the GROCERY STORE. fucking commedians the both of u

Dani Clayton picking a car by colour and nothing else she's so relateable

horny in a car dealership lot so true! i mean jamie with these practical car skills is v hunky u are so right dani

DANI HAS HER OWN CAR AGAIN. FREEDOM HAS NEVER BEEN SO SEXY

they're so domestic ugh (affectionate)

"I WANT YOU TO WATCH" FKSDJFKJDFH YEEHAW

“I think it would’ve been nice learning with you.” is so soft excuse me while I get emosh in the middle of this sex scene

every day this fic gives me my horny rights *pray hands emoji*

fgkjdfhgkjhdfkjh Judy telling them to take some alone time she said go work out that sexual frustration u horny lesbians

“Just because I didn’t realise it, doesn’t mean I didn’t have romantic feelings.” awww

dangerous dani clayton!!!! she needs to focus on the road!!!!!

"“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jamie said." SAME GIRL

lmao holy shit I love these idiots

nan..... jamie..... ouch

mikey meeting Dani's dad........ gotta go sob for 45mins hang on

Jamie growing Nan's favourite flowers just for her...... the amount of Nan that's in Jamie makes my heart cry

this fic is so like, full of love and really sweet moments but I love that you infuse these little moments of horror imagery in a 'life can be good but we carry around so many ghosts of troubled pasts in us' kinda way. good soup

“You be good. I love you.” i am crying.

sdfjdhfgjdghfjg how is jamie in shock don't tell me u didn't already know u enormous idiot.

I LOVE THE WAY WOMEN LOVE

pls they're so fucking cuuuute

not 'with every piece of me left' ow my heart

i can't believe what them telling each other i love you is doing to me. the power of live laugh lesbians

oh my god Judy i love u

dfjkgdfkjghdfkj Dani dressed for maximum Jamie short-circuiting is my favourite nuclear weapon

Dani "smiling at her as if trying to hold it back" top 10 anime victories

Dani finally getting her horny art room fantasies sfkjghfkjghfkjg oh boy

“You could have brought me here.” I AM LOOKING AWAY THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME. bold dani you will be the death of both of us

“I want to fuck you at home.” wholesome <3

whew I too need a cigarette rn Jackie

ooOOOOooooOo Eddie's got a girlfriend

oof poor eddie and dani though I hope they can be friends again one day they deserve it

jamie in full simp mode is so fun good for u babe

God these necklaces I'm obsessed with Dani wearing hers actually. and these two getting to go out together n be gay n in love in public!!!

jamie oh my god???!? horny rights

i am shaking like a chihuahua

“Surprise," sdfkjghdfkjghiudfhgiuerhgkjdhkjfg

"Jamie: suffering" FUCKIN SAME BRO

aww everyone singing happy birthday to the best girl!!! deserved!!! just as deserved as I'm sure the rest of this night is going to go lmao

DFGKJDFKHG ROBIN. doesn't miss a beat huh?? also i hear she's single can I get her number

jesus christ dani clayton I'm about to drive off the road and I'm not even behind a wheel

Jamie Taylor u are a stronger woman than I will ever be

“You wanna make out for a bit?” pls they're so cute

dfkgjkjdfkh princess. iconic

the "nice" that just left my mouth at Dani in lingerie who are u making me become

“I’ll be whatever the fuck you want me to be, love.” so true! me *handshake emoji* jamie

losing my got dang mind

i love that these two are so comfortable with each other it's so so so lovely to see after all the yearning bruh look at them go

“At my mercy.” i feel drunk. i need to go build a hammock

a thousand points to jamie taylor for being strapped and ready for anything and Dani for being outrageously bold and horny this whole scene was so iconic

oof Karen Clayton

Mikey seventeen the dancing queen? they grow up so fast

oof Dani bby getting into it with her. god she's so poisonous

NOT THE LETTERS

Jamie just patiently loving her while she works her way through this oh love

oh my god the box

dfgkjhdkjhgkjfh the mixtape. heart on your sleeve softie jamie taylor

wait was dani wearing Jamie's half dollar necklace earlier??? cute bastards

“They’ve always been yours.” JUST LIKE DANI'S HEART OH I AM SHATTERED

“You kept me here, remember?” This is like The Notebook level romance but better bc lesbians

and now I'm crying bc they get their happy ending. so much heartache but they still found their way back to each other

"My sweet Jamie" 😭😭😭😭

they just love each other so much how am I supposed to cope????????????

they way they've created this little family full of so much love after coming from broken homes and rough pasts makes me ache so much

sdfkjdfhkg god Jamie is such a tease lmao. have fun girls!

THESE PHOTOS!?!??! OH MY GOD

good for themmmmmm

loving the vast array of fucking we get in this chapter!!!! giving the people what they want (Jamie's |redacted| in Dani's--I am forcefully removed from the premises)

this is not the point but oh my god Jamie building Dani a bookshelf....... romance

Jamie providing Mikey with such a nurturing and stable environment that he excelled academically like this.... my boy..... my beloved Jamie. aaaaahhhhhhhhh.

also SO fond of Jamie Carson shenanigans more more more.

god but Jamie's so scared to let go of her not so baby brother. bigger AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

crying again bc I'm so close to the end and this fic is almost over :(

both of em having to talk to their boys dfkjhgkfj godspeed

genuinely not doing well Jamie and Mikey's relationship is so special and I'm so glad they found each other and they have each other and I can't cope!!! with all these emotions!!!!

EVERYONE COMING TOETHER TO EAT. IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. THIS WONDERFUL WEIRD LITTLE FAMILY.

the kids all still fighting like they're teenagers though dgkjdfhkjhdg iconic

the simple intimacy of doing the dishes together....

ANOTHER MIXTAPE??? GIMME THE LINK. also that's cute as fuck love is stored in the carefully curated playlists

Jamie is her home..........

BITCH HOW AM I MEANT TO SAY GOODBYE TO THIS FIC. Ok I'm gonna go cry to Jamie's Mixtape (1993)

"if I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more" - me about this fic (however many words of silly waffling this post is doesn't count!!! I'm hiding the real feelings behind humour!!!!). but actually really sincerely genuinely buzzy and roman thank you so much for sharing this fic with us all and making us yearn and laugh and cry and fall in love with them all over again. unmatched.

#bhah #this was pure emotional torture thanks x

[thatdoodlebug]

Aaaall the Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks!! 😈😈 (Or if that's too many, every other one 😉)

✍ Do you have a beta reader? nope.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

redemption, definitely. not always clear cut, but muddying the lines between hero and villain. I am a sucker for it.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

my beauty and the beast au fic. i never expected it to get the love it did, and it was definitely a story i put more time/love into than i thought i ever could, especially for such a random idea.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

i guess my strongest point is finding the 'voice' in the characters I write? At least that's the compliment I get given the most; that people can imagine them saying these things. Which is what I strive for when keeping the characters...ic.

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

I love 'first anything' fics. The emotions, mistakes, nerves...all that kind of stuff. it's fun to write (and relateable lol).

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

often yes! i create playlists to inspire a 'mood' in scenes I'm writing for example. i don't really have any looped songs right now.

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

google docs.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

so many. oh so many. i couldn't even tell you what.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

yeah

🍦 What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?

uh..im not sure. readers would have to tell me that.

🍷 Do you drink and write?

no

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what’s your most popular nsfw fic?

i write some spicy, but it's often relegated to oneshots. Don't know what my most popular nsfw fic is.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

i seem to write best really late at night, or really early in the morning.

💖 What made you start writing?

wanting to continue exploring fictional characters I enjoyed and adding depth to them.

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

i love it, complimentary or kindly critical. <3

❌ What’s a trope you will never write?

hmm I really don't know.

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

no. its hard to motivate myself to write for the joy of it sometimes, so its difficult to force yourself to write for others even with money in mind. I think your heart needs to be in the writing a lot of the time, so writing for money based needs is not personally my way to go.

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

not really...i fluke so many things.

🏆 What’s your most popular fic?

Forest of Beasts, Titanic fics and this Walking Dead fic

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I enjoy writing christmas themed fics.

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

i don't think so. i tend to have a lot of people 'hoping' the way a story will go, but they don't seem to guess how it will get to that point.

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

📈 How many fics do you have?

published...about 30? unpublished...hundreds xD

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

if its a chaptered fic i will try to have an outline, or at least an ending in mind, so i have something to work toward. it keeps me motivated.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

nothing as of yet.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

just write. it doesn't matter how shit it is, honestly. as everyone says, you have to keep writing to get better.

💞 Who’s your comfort character?

currently rick grimes.

🧠 Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

what about Merle Dixon?

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

overall, and since its the fandom im currently in, i think i should say Rick Grimes. he is interesting in how he develops in canon, and expanding on that is fun.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

n/a

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

any of my spicy ones. aren't we all a bit touchy about the erotic stuff hah

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

when its complete, honestly lol.

✅ What’s something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don’t mean to?

antagonistic characters/rivals learning to understand each others pov, for whatever reason.

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

i would, i just don't have the constant drive. I envy anyone who can just keep writing and not reach the dreaded block.

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

if im really into it, ive drafted up a chapter within the day, and then edit/proofread with fresh eyes the day after.

🤯 What’s a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

action can get a bit gnarly for me.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

uh i don't know. i guess i did get emotional toward the end, writing my beauty and the beast au. not sure it broke my heart though...

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

i will take it if its constructive and not someone being a troll.

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

uhhh maybe 'accidental ship'

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

i love them. ive made some of my best online friends though reader interaction. and its absolute flattery to have anyone wish to talk about my fics at all. <3

#ask

[undercoverpena]

Oh I HAVE to ask this one, it’s your favorite heart emoji!! 🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"? Also 🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

IT IS MY FAVE! I’m so glad you noticed 🤍

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

I don’t know if everyone understood that the ending of wrong choices (a Bucky multi chap) was purposefully ambiguous in that you aren’t sure if they do make it out. it was purposeful, if anything the ending was meant to be more cut throat than that, but I chose to leave it ambiguous because I’d left breadcrumbs about the options which would happen. it may have been on me, I may not have written it that well - it is a piece I wrote when I had insomnia - so now I try to ensure my endings are a bit clearer.

I also don’t know if I made it clear enough that price and reader in “don’t” are basically together but in secret, rather than just messing around. but, that is on me as I didn’t fully plot it out properly when I wrote it. it wasn’t ever meant to see the light of day.

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

I am a cheesy person. but, I write for me firstly. I have 50k, 60k and one shots I’ve written just for me in a Google drive. I’ll get an idea, I’ll need to write it out, and it’ll make me happy. it clears my brain, but it also gives me a place to escape to. to run too. the cheesy part is, sharing that writing with people, makes me happy in the hope I provide that for someone else. A moment of escapism or break from life—the knowledge of that means more to me than a thousand notes or a ton of asks. just the little thought I’ve put a smile on someone’s face is what I get out of it. I just want the fact I am such an emotional person to mean something, for it to have value, other than… y’know, crushing me to death 😂

#asked and answered #kind souls #fic writer asks #eowynstwin

[onlyjaeyun]

hii my love i missed you ☹️☹️ i had to take a break from tumblr, twitter, tiktok ANYTHING that would distract me from reaching deadlines and i missed CH so much but just found out you were also taking a break?? that’s so romantic of us oh my goodness LOOL hope your break was a very good one and you feel relaxed and happy <3

i just read the latest update and just so many words. i loved loved loved this emotional scene and it was honestly putting me almost to tears w their whole conversation and i love how you described light at the end of the tunnel of it ☹️

we need to appreciate your writing so much more like YOU DID THAT!! besides the characters that feel very real (even tho ik they’re not) the way you write is just so beautiful and i can tell you use every brain cell for ur written chaps. not just in CH but in all previous SMAUs. your writing, your ideas, your creativity, your kindness is the sole reason i keep coming back for more. we fill you up with love but you will always write pieces that i will always think about.

i don’t know when will be the next time i’m here given i have 2 papers to write 🤣🤣 hope you stay happy and healthy zadie baby <33

- 🍇

p.s the way i had to search for the grape emoji almost ended me can’t believe it’s been that long since ive talked to u </3

my sweetest, sweetest angel 🥺🥺🤍☀️✨☁️

i've missed having you around so much and am so proudbof you for doing what was necessary and i genuinely hope you receive all the results youve worked so hard for 🥺🤍 we really are twins bc your girl took a FAT break too 🤕

thank you so so so so so much for your genukne and kind words, they actually made me tear up 🥺 you guys never fail to make me feel so loved and appreciated and it's something i genuinely keep so close to my heart and will forever appreciate 🥺🤍

im super happy you've enjoyed the last chapter and hope you have a good time pls take breaks and rests when you need them, youve got this!!! sending you so much love!🥺🤍

#; mailbox 📬 #; cold hearts

[kithtaehyung]

🎻 here to say 🥹🥰😭🫠😵‍💫 thats only a quarter of the emotions i felt through during flutter. ryen the cat i cant wth. the scene with his song on loop is so special too. the way reader and yoongi are so similar cause shes insecure about things hes not but hes insecure about things she thinks he shouldnt be. fuck. you made me cry again with this. forget wanting someone like yoongi i want reader. shes a beautiful and loving human being

also i shared this story with my roommate/bff and hes currently working his way through - about halfway. if he makes a tumblr i told him how this works. if not we can send his thoughts through mine. hes pretty excited to provide another male voice! anyway much love ryen take care for the holidays 😘

VIOLIN??? you mean we're close to getting another guy's perspective on 3tan oh my gOD i'm so fcking excited! that made my entire day pls tell your roommate/bff that i am grateful no matter what (and i believe you can still send anon even if you don't have a tumblr, but it's gotta be through the webpage on mobile or desktop.)

📖 and 🏀, we're gonna have another one!

but also! yeah. flutter. uhm. what else can i really say here other than your emojis are absolutely correct lmfaoooo. the cat scene, the music scene (revisited!).. and you have a good ass point about their insecurities and what they're secure about. that's a really great way to describe them. i'm so glad you were able to read it (and that you gave this series a chance holy hell. what a journey already!)

"forget wanting someone like yoongi i want reader. shes a beautiful and loving human being" CRYINGGGG whenever y'all say you love reader?? my heart grows in size bc they truly are so special to me. ugh.. i will protect them with everything i have. thank you so much for being here and for the lovely commentary! and thank you both in the future :D take care for the holidays yourselves<3

#i got so giddy dfsfdfk #guys read 3tan #the tag is growing y'all wtf! #🎻 anon #lovely people #3tan9.5 #asks:3tan #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

[hyunjinspark]

OKAY I AM HERE AND READY TO GIVE MY THOUGHTS ON PART 9🫡

okay first off i am sorry for the uproar i started about red lights (i forgot to mark my emoji)

okay so i was in the middle of reading another 30k fic when i saw the notification and had to stop everything and scream; your way of world building and storytelling is absolutely insane

like i said, yongbok is really starting to become the new hannah. his feelings are blatantly obvious now, and i get that he may be hurt- but he has no right to talk to/ act that way towards y/n. i feel like yongbok is terrified of things changing and refuses to grow up. he doesn’t hate hyunjin, just hates the fact that he isn’t the center of y/n’s world anymore. during their fight, he was saying a lot of words, but i feel like he didn’t communicate his feelings properly/ coherently enough for them to make sense and for y/n to understand. if he wants the security and reassurance he’s asking for, he needs to be vocal about it. he can’t just argue and act passive aggressively and expect y/n to get the memo. and him leaving y/n at the candy shop ESPECIALLY pissed me off. he was the one asking y/n to tell him how she pulled it off, then got pissy when he found out the truth. i also feel like this hurt his pride cause it told him that hyunjin really is a genuine guy and yongbok didn’t really have a valid reason to hate him- so he wrongfully took that anger out on y/n. it breaks my heart that y/n put so much work and love into his birthday, only for him to spend the time arguing and accusing her not caring enough. yongbok has also probably figured out y/n’s feelings, meaning that everything he did afterwards (stealing y/n on the train and making her come with him when hyunjin was trying to talk to her) was him consciously sabotaging the potential relationship, which also rubbed me the wrong way. a very common thing in this story is y/n letting everyone walk over her and the two people i never expected that from was hyunjin and yongbok. and while i hate his actions, this really showed how good of a writer you are. it shows how his character isn’t one-demensional, and that he has thoughts and emotions outside of being the “social butterfly sunshine”

on the other hand i am really proud of hannah. even though she wasn’t involved to too much this chapter, i feel like her few scenes show who she really is and her real intentions. especially by her apologizing in chapter 8 and helping y/n get ready, you can tell that she really does want the best for y/n- even if her actions don’t always reflect that. i also feel like she knows of the feelings, or is atleast getting there; and i see her becoming a supportive pillar for y/n in helping her get the confidence she needs to believe that hyunjin likes her as well.

yeonjun oh my god, ily. his and y/n’s banter is really sweet, and you can just FEEL how much they’ve missed and needed eachother. (which makes me pissed at felix again because of how selfish he’s being and not considering yeonjuns feelings but that’s for another time) especially with felix no longer being a reliable figure for y/n, im happy she has someone who she can feel completely open with (besides hyunjin cause he’s kinda the problem rn) you can tell that she really needed someone to listen and comfort her, and i really hope yeonjun stays a constant throughout the rest of the story

AND FINALLY, the convo at the end with chan made my heart swell so much. the fact that he’s told his band mates all the way back in the city about her, just shows how much he’s fallin for her.

thankyou so much for continuing to update this story and for responding to all these asks. your writing is truly something beautiful and i’m so happy that you are doing it professionally. make sure to let us know when your book goes out on pre-order, cause i promise i will be one of the first to buy and read it. hope you have an amazing night🫶🫶

also this is really scaring me so i am going to politely ask for an angst rating for chapter 10

-🫧

hii 🥺 oh it was YOU who brought up red lights hahahaha. well….you’re in the right direction so

i loved reading what you felt about yongbok, its so accurate and true to his character. he definitely has this side to him, instead of the usual “social butterfly sunshine” and he definitely did get angrier realizing he was probably wrong about hyunjin’s character, since hyunjin’s intentions with the birthday gift planning were extremely genuine, and even he could see that.

he is also acting out to not being the center of her world, which is sad but he definitely needs a better way to communicate without being hurtful :(

hana, in her head, is doing everything right for yn, and is being a wonderful friend. its interesting because you can see how her actions could be helpful, but the way she goes about them or expresses herself can be extremely…out there.

im so happy you liked yeonjun being there. he is the friend yn needs and they did miss each other so much, which is sad too considering their friendship was broken up for nothing. hyun’s convo with chan, the savior for the angst in that part 🙏🏻 he definitely is falling for her (or already has but does not realise it yet)

thank you so so much for this review. i love you for sending me all your thoughts. these kind of messages really keep me going and keep me inspired :(

#star lost with you #🫧 anon #part 9

[briankang]

i saw that ask you mentioned me in (you're so right btw!!) and even though i literally just woke up i am now In My Feelings about lee know. the thing that pisses me off about the "meanhoe" nickname and the way that some stays treat him is that, and i've said this in the tags of a lot of 2kr gifsets before, but me and lee know have the exact same personality. call it Scorpio Things or whatever, but when it comes to showing affection to the people we care about, lee know and me are exactly the same. i noticed it the most during the 2kr episode with him and chan, watching it felt so familiar because it was like every close friendship i've ever had - the other person would be acting all cute and clingy and i'd be like 🙄😒 but actually i'd appreciate a lot and in return i'd just like...... take care of them? we're the mum friends, like we're ride or die and we'll look after you and we'll love you forever but we're also going to complain about it the entire time. so when those stays act like lee know is actually genuinely being mean and cold it extra breaks my heart because it's so obvious to me that he's not. me and lee know look cold on the outside but on the inside we're made up entirely of heart emojis, we're like cats that show we love you by sitting quietly in the same room as you. and the fact that stays have even said it to him?? like actually told him on vlive that they think he's mean??? unthinkable, that must be so upsetting for him ☹ obviously the members understand him and love him and know that when he's being sassy or threatening their lives he doesn't actually mean it so like, how can people calling themselves a stay not get that? when it's so obviously the case??? idk man

and oh my god don't even get me started on how some stays see hyunjin (i am begging yt creators stop using the same clips from 3 years ago to show that he's a drama queen) and chan (holy shit i have to turn the chat off when i watch chan's room because i cannot believe what people actually say to him) and felix (i know i call him cute all the time but he's my ult so it extra pisses me off when people just straight up treat him like a literal child, and why is it always from stays who are younger than him??) but this ask is already become a novel and i haven't even had breakfast yet 😅

LKSDJGLKDSGKL i need u to know i mean this in a positive way. thank god someone else is willing to write novels about this shit i feel less alone now KLEWJDSGLKDSJGJLKK BUT NO!!!!!!!!!! LITERALLY EVERYTHING HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok but ur so right about the scorpio thing bc some of my favorite people are scorpios (maybe its bc its also my rising sign) and this is. just how y'all are (affectionate) i love it sm....it's so fun to play off of esp as a libra (christopher and i act the exact same way LEKSDJGLKJLK like. ok astrology is not real but also.........)!!!!!!!!!! wait i had no idea people actually said that to him i feel................lol at people who just say shit like that to those boys there's NO tact and ONCE AGAIN!!!!!! acting like they're not people!!!!!!!!!!! WITH EMOTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!

lksdjglkdsjlk i always turn off chat if i happen to catch chans room but i usually dont watch (not bc of him obviously but) bc he always at some point reads smth so off the wall that makes me wonder who let these people have internet access there is NO filter!!!!! at all!!!!!!! the best moments end up in gifsets anyways i trust u all to filter out to pull out the best LJDSLGKLDSK but omg.....i had already made my last ask too long but felix.........god he gets. some of the weirdest mix sometimes i want to do a study and dissect the brains of some of these people. a lot of people tend to baby him and jeongin (but...not seungmin which is ????????) and i know its bc they have a generally cuter vibe (i usually will be like ah!!!!!! there's my son!!!!! but i'm....5-6 years older than them so its moreso affectionate.......like baby brothers y'know) but......some people will literally act like those boys are not young men in their 20s who are v capable of taking care of themselves AND YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT IN THAT IT DOES COME FROM PEOPLE USUALLY YOUNGER???? i do not understand it. again. i want to study these people under a microscope

but also i hope u have a good morning LKSJGLKSDJLKSD I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#asks #geniaparadox #fandom culture and perception is one of my fav things to talk about i love Observing idk if u guys have noticed