#fanfiction commentary

[twopoppies]

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i think you’ll find this interesting!

i wasn’t expecting the harry mention in the end 😭

Yes! This is exactly what we were talking about yesterday. It’s so nice to see fanfiction get the respect it deserves. There are so many “real books” that could fall into this category. I know RPF has an additional layer of complexity to it. But I think there are so many examples of fanfiction that only use characteristics and perceived personalities to create their characters. For me, it’s really simple to differentiate between the actual humans and the book characters. I mean, there are “real“ books of fiction (or movies) that are entirely imagined scenarios and have real people included in them. Is there really a difference?

[jester-of-fools]

Been seeing a lot of confusion on what the tag “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” is supposed to mean, so I made a fic in honor of a clearer explanation for those who may still have some confusion.

Dead Dove

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Category: Other

Fandoms: Original Work, No Fandom, Arrested Development

Character: Dove

Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, image

Language: English

Summary: There is a dead dove inside a bag. This fic is the bag. Open the fic to look inside the bag.

Open for suggestions on how to make this any clearer and more understandable for those who may still need a helping hand :)

[shyjusticewarrior]

At some point "fanfic can be as good as professional writing" became "fanfic should be as good as professional writing" and that's caused major damage to fandom spaces.

[proseverence]

Thinking about Cassandra and Cullen. Their friendship. How Cassandra knows Cullen—knows him for his achievements, his capabilities, his leadership—and doesn't question how that slots in with the insecurity churning just below the surface. The self-loathing he confides in her, the doubt he feels in himself—how she sees this, accepts it, and then compares him to a god. Finds beauty in his duality and dubs it holy.

She doesn't coddle him. Her love isn't soft and laced with empty platitudes. She sees Cullen's struggles—empathizes with them—and confronts them with a brutal concern that offends the lack of care Cullen shows himself. Her love is raw and sharp and packs a punch.

And I think it's what Cullen needs. I think it's that direct honesty that makes it harder for Cullen to dismiss her words when she says he's worth his weight in gold.

[girllookingoutwindow]

Colin tried to sleep but he was lost in his inner thoughts. Seeing her, at night, so beautiful and dreamy. Her lips, her body, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

He tries to remember how it felt to touch her, the softness of her skin. Her breath close to his. He's full of desire for her. He always wants to be close to her. Now she feels so close and so far away. He wanted so much to touch her, to kiss her.

Why he can't stop thinking about it? Why he couldn't do the only one thing that feels right to him?

He was hurt. And even if he feels ashamed of himself, he can't deny he wanted to hurt her too.

Her words suprised him. And making him come back to the room. She looks so pretty. She's talking but she's not really looking at him. It takes him a moment to understand what she's saying.

Her voice sounds sad, distant. He wanted to punish her. Making her feel sad. But now, he doesn't recognise himself through that feelings.

Before he can even get up she's gone. His body feels attached to her. The room feels so empty now.

She said something of him not wanting to be close to her. She doesn't know?

He follows her, he doesn't know why. Honestly, that's not true, he knows why. Because his body feels more at easy close to hers. Because everytime she goes away he feels his heart goes tight and he cannot breath. He miss her so much when she's not there. Life without her it's not a life. He feels like he's dead inside.

Why she doesn't know?

Maybe is his fault. He wanted to punish her. But why doesn't feel right? He's angry with her. But he's more angry with himself.

Perhaps he can try to write. Through words his feelings came more easy to the surface. But lately his words don't feel 'his' anymore. It was possible he was a little jealous of her. He needs to find an answer.

Penelope letters were the reason because he started to write. Everytime he read a letter from her, life felt more easy, more peaceful, more vibrant.

He couldn't stop himself to connect this feelings with his words. Words came a place to being his true self. So, he could find a purpose. A better version of himself. Pen made him believe he could be a better man. The man he wanted to be for her.

He recognises her letters. The first time he read it. The way he missed them whe she stopped to write to him.

He remembers the warm she made him feel. Her letters made him feel close to home. She was his home. She's his home. It's always being her, sweet and kind. But at the same time smart, sassy and funny. That's her. That's his Pen. The Penelope he always loved. He can recognise her now. He can hear her voice through her letters. And she always was her. Lady Whistledown, Penelope Featherington. They were the same. Both were his Pen.

[ivorydragoness44]

@where-dreamers-go Welcome to my 90s Robin commentary 🤣

A costume party?? Cool.

No suitable pockets? Poor Reader.

No, no, you deserve that third cupcake. Enjoy it.

Robin remembered so much about Reader, and took extra care to make sure they didn't fall or trip over his bike 🥹

[“No…just feels like you casted a few spells on me already.” He wet his bottom lip. “Have you casted spells on anyone else?”

“Not a soul.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

Robin smiled with an air of soft satisfaction.] 👀

[I really owe them. Big time. You thought as Robin walked beside you. What even is this friendship?] SAME. I'd be happily confused, to be honest.

[“Hey, I’ll get you home safely.”

You got closer and examined the bike. “And in, what, two minutes?”] When I tell you that I laughed. It sounds like something that I would say 😆

[You wrapped your arms around his middle and kept the goodie bag against him there.] I think the candy is safe. Very safe.

[“Tricked with a treat,” he mused.] Hehehe, got 'im.

[Wow.]

[“Trick or treat.” Robin held up a handful of candy triumphantly.

What? You glanced down to your bag then gawked at him.] 😧 Sneaky Robin!!?

[What is even happening?] I too ask this very question.

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All in all, I loved it. Great job, Erica.

Series maybe???

"Lucky Treat" Dick Grayson x Reader

(A/N: This is a part two for “Things Happen” with 90s Robin. What happens when Reader has good luck all day?

Warnings: Use of (Y/N).

Word Count: 1,952 words)

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Friday night. Friends and family dressed for a fun filled night full of candy. Others dressed in their spooky best for scares or music-filled delight. A costume party!

You were having a great day! A spook-tacular day, in fact. You managed to find a coupon for candy and stocked up on your favorites. The weather was clear and cool.

Perfect for a night of chilling spectacles or more specifically—your friend’s costume party. Costumes were highly encouraged. They didn’t have to tell you twice.

So a small cape and pointed hat you wore, spellbound accessories for your black costume. Classy, comfortable, and quite flattering on you.

Too bad any ‘pocket’ wasn’t good enough to hold any more than your apartment keys and small candy bar.

The party at your friend’s home was as lively as it was full of candy and treats. They had planned it weeks in advance.

That was Gotham City for you.

Night life was as busy as the daylight hours.

Your night had led you to return towards the ever hauntingly, delightful dessert table. All done up with cobwebs, tiny pumpkins, candy, and themed treats.

Cupcakes this small shouldn’t be this good, you thought. Maybe it’s because they look like cute pumpkins. Or because my friends work magic in the kitchen.

So obviously, you didn’t feel any guilt for eating a third cupcake. It was made with love. And a hint of seasonal spices. Much as most of the treats that were set out.

All in all, the party was a success. Fun, joyful, and a little loud.

Nothing you couldn’t handle over by the treats.

“Are these poisoned apples yours?” A voice inquired from the corner of the table.

Looking over to the source of the voice, you were surprised to see a familiar dashing heroic man with a long cape.

Butterflies filled your stomach for a moment.

“Robin?”

Your eyes did a once over on him. Taking in his suit, dark mask, and smile. You didn’t think your chances of seeing him again were that great.

You laughed, “My friend wasn’t kidding when they talked about inviting you.” You stepped closer to him. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. Curious to how you’ve been. No more cake accidents?” Robin inquired as he leaned closer, the bass of a song trying to disrupt all conversation.

Grinning delightedly, you answered, “All cake has survived.”

“No puddles or doorways to worry about?”

“Not lately. No.”

The amount of smiling between you both gave you a sneaky suspicion that you left a much deeper impression when you first met.

Say something funny. Ask if he’s busy. Offer, you glanced at the table, candy corn? You looked to the table behind him.

“May I offer you a potion?”

He tilted his head. “A potion of what exactly?” Robin peered over his shoulder.

“Fruit juice.”

“Sounds safe.”

Walking passed Robin, your cape swayed behind you. If it wasn’t for the fact that you had walked blocks and talked with him on your birthday, you’d be much more nervous. As many fans of his would be.

You poured him a cup of juice while becoming more aware of his presence behind you.

Easy does it. He’s being friendly. No spilling.

As careful as you could, you turned around and successfully handed him the cup. No accidents. No problem.

Oh, you thought as Robin’s lips touched the cup. Your mind ran through the night of your birthday when he kissed you. When he held you to him. All as a birthday gift. The highlight of a poor, clumsy day.

Robin did not hide his knowing smile.

“So how was the rest of your birthday?” He asked. “Any more surprises or gifts?”

Fingers fiddling with your costume, you shrugged.

“Anything?”

“Well, okay, the small cake was delicious.” You answered with a laugh. “I almost didn’t have the restraint to leave leftovers.”

“A sweetheart with a sweet tooth,” he mused. “Maybe you should’ve dressed as a character from Candy Land.”

“That would be much brighter colors, mister dark hero suit.”

“True, but your costume right now is really bewitching.”

“It’s nothing scary.”

“No…just feels like you casted a few spells on me already.” He wet his bottom lip. “Have you casted spells on anyone else?”

“Not a soul.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

Robin smiled with an air of soft satisfaction.

The cup of juice was soon emptied and songs led the party onward through the night. Dances were shared along with laughter. Sugar rushes were made as excuses for others’ silliness. All was a safe and fun night.

Stepping away from the center of all dancing, you took a breather and checked the time.

After eleven? You thought as you made sure your keys were still in your pocket. Time really does fly.

“I didn’t tire you out too much, did I?” Robin asked as he came to stand beside you.

“A little, but I did dance before you showed up.”

You patted his arm and glanced around in an attempt to locate your friend. Surprisingly, they were near the front door.

Cool. Okay. But now to tell Robin.

Meeting Robin’s gaze still lit a warmth in your chest. A reminder of both your position as a fan of his and the friendliness you two shared.

You weren’t even sure what to call it. He was a hero and you were a citizen.

Did he know I’d be here?

You blinked.

“Need something to drink?”

“Ah, no. Actually, I have to get going.” You pointed to a clock.

“I thought you’d like the witching hour.”

“I do, but gotta get home like Cinderella without a carriage.”

“Do you need a ride?” He asked, setting jokes aside.

Shaking your head, you said simply, “I walked.”

“You live in Gotham City, you know that, right? And it’s dark out.”

“Yup.”

Robin sighed, “Can I take you home?”

“It’s more than a few blocks.”

“That’s fine. I didn’t walk here.”

“Oh. Okay, cool. Let me just tell my friend I’m leaving.”

Robin waited patiently. A face of heroics and charm as other guests greeted him once they realized who he was.

Prompted to leave with raised eyebrows from your friend and a small party favor bag pushed into your arms, you stepped outdoors.

I really owe them. Big time. You thought as Robin walked beside you. What even is this friendship?

Leading further away, Robin said, “I hope you like going fast.”

Light reflected off of clean metal and sleek framework.

“Oh.” You stopped.

Motorcycle.

Robin swung a leg over and sat on his ride.

“Um.” You weren’t quite sure what to say or think without images of closeness distracting your mind.

He patted the space behind him on the seat.

“I don’t know what I was expecting.” You admitted honestly.

“Hey, I’ll get you home safely.”

You got closer and examined the bike. “And in, what, two minutes?”

Reaching his gloved hand out for yours, he added, “We can take a scenic route.”

“Maybe another time. When I’m mentally prepared.”

“I thought you knew I had a motorcycle.” He steadied you as you sat behind him. “You still have the Robin bracelet, don’t you?”

“Yes. Are you gonna search me for it or question my authority as a fan?” You wrapped your arms around his middle and kept the goodie bag against him there.

“No. I trust you.” He started the engine.

“Because I didn’t step on your feet earlier?” You joked into his ear.

He sent you a grin over his shoulder. Charming and a little cheeky.

Heat rushed to your chest and neck.

Here we go.

The initial rush upon first speeding down Gotham’s streets by far exceeded your expectations. It was fast, precise. Technology more advanced and fully under the control of Robin.

One of the best kind of thrills.

In a matter of minutes, hardly a few, your destination was in sight.

Maybe we should have taken the scenic route, you thought. And he still remembers where I live. Should that tell me something? Does he do this for other people? Other fans?

Preoccupied with your thoughts and the muscles of Robin’s suit, you held on a little tighter as the bike pulled into the building’s lot. A few outdoor lights illuminated the area in an expanse of an almost blue hue.

Engine silent, neither of you moved.

“So, uh… May I walk you up to your door?” Robin asked over his shoulder.

“Sure.”

There might not had been any talking on the way over, but Robin’s actions spoke much louder.

Again, he steadied you. Made sure you were back on your two feet before he even got off his motorcycle. He followed you up the stairs without a comment on how many.

What an incredibly unique experience to be having again. Robin taking you home safely.

Would it be the last time?

Considering he accepted your friend’s invitation to their party and spent the majority of his time with you; you were confident you’d see Robin again.

You turned away from your door.

“Robin, trick or treat?”

The question seemed to visibly wake him. He stood taller. The details of his suit were on full display.

“It’s not Halloween, but—treat.” Said Robin with a ghost of a smile.

Your own smile appeared tenfold as you further questioned him, “Would you like a Kiss?”

“Only if you’re offering.” He smirked and eyed your lips.

You hummed teasingly, mischievously.

Perhaps you were enjoying it too much. Inspired and wrapped in the excitement from the party.

Hands hidden behind your back, you stepped into Robin’s space.

His eyelids slowly closed.

Oh, it would be so nice. But…

Quietly, you reached into the bag and pulled out the treat you had pictured. Its shape recognizable even through touch.

With a gentle tap, you had the wrapped chocolate touch the tip of his nose.

On contact, Robin opened his eyes with surprise and amusement curving his lips.

“Tricked with a treat,” he mused.

You couldn’t help nor hide your grin.

What would he say next? What would he do?

The play on words you two were having was increasing with cleverness and fun. Opportunities opening.

“Trick or treat?” Robin countered your mischievous actions.

You made an exaggerated thinking expression. Gaze elsewhere for a couple of moments.

“Trick.” You decided. Whether boldly, bravely, or in a challenge, you did not truly care which. You were interested in what Robin would do.

Leaning in, Robin kissed your nose.

Oh goodness. You thought with a smile.

“What a terrible trick, Robin.” You said in mock offense. “Making one think they’ll get a proper kiss.”

He smirked.

Heat rose to your neck. Perhaps you knew what was coming. You sure hoped you did.

Robin then, passing his hand around your waist to your back, pressed an extensively long kiss to your lips. One that sent your mind into swirls of color. A kiss that could knock the air out of you.

You gripped at his suit feebly. The firmness of it sent your knees trembling as Robin brought you in even closer. It left little to the imagination.

His lips left for only a second before giving one last kiss.

Wow.

He smiled before his blue eyes sparkled.

“Trick or treat.” Robin held up a handful of candy triumphantly.

What? You glanced down to your bag then gawked at him.

Smirking, he tapped your hip and stepped back. Out of your arms.

“See yah later.”

You snickered, “Bye sneaky candy thief.”

He sent a wink. Proud.

You watched him leave out of sight before heading indoors. Your heart racing as you considered how perfect the night went.

What is even happening?

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[monsters-demons-and-ai-oh-my]

I adore fics where child Jayce and Viktor meet, they are adorable.

But considering the time when Viktor was a child (probably mostly pre Cassandra's vent system when the grey was terrible) and what just living in his neighborhood did to him (causing his illness)…

I just keep imagining a tiny Viktor trying to take Jayce to his home to play and they just... can't even get close. Because at that point Viktor is used to breathing in poison and Jayce's body recognizes it for what it is. (kinda like the Chembaron's meeting scene)

I keep imagining little Viktor just staring at Jayce confused like, "what's wrong?" Not even realizing what he's breathing will eventually kill him.

[mechazushi]

The thief better get this guard pregnant before I do.

[sofiadragon]

Hey fanfiction loving friend!

AO3 has the ability to turn off comments, moderate comments, restrict comments to logged in users only, or let anyone comment on your story. Most other fanfiction hosting websites do not allow comments to be turned off and in the case of some (wattpad) highly encourage comments even on individual paragraphs.

Over on reddit, someone said it is an unwritten rule of fanfiction that you should never leave a negative or critical comment on a story. This was countered most strongly by many arguments. Despite many people asserting that their stance was the one truth and that there was no debate on the topic - there was a lot of debate about what criticism even is and where the line should be for if giving concrit is alright.

So give this some thought:

If you have tea to spill, examples or an argument you want to make, please do. I have some that go both ways, but I'm going to wait for a few responses so I don't pre-empt the results. I'm not going to vote myself for a while, either, so I won't know which way the poll is leaning when I do pour my tea. I tried to cover all the flavors of debate I've seen in the many "definitive" posts I have read here and on reddit. Please reblog for a wider sample!

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - First I Love You

@wolfstarmicrofic February 14, word count 653

Remus was so tired. The moon had been a rough one. Madam Pomfrey had had to levitate him back up to the castle. He’d healed quickly, as he usually did after a full moon. He’d slept for the morning and half of the afternoon and finally managed to make it back to his dorm room, where he collapsed on his bed and fell back to sleep. 

He woke again to soft sunlight filtering through the curtains into the room. He groaned. He had a few hours until he needed to climb up to the astronomy tower and attempt to stand long enough to track the stars and planets. He groaned again into his pillow and started to get up. That's when he noticed all the other beds had their curtains closed and the tower was completely silent. “What the?” He said, perplexed. He grabbed his watch from his bedside table. It was half past six. There was no way the entirety of Gryffindor Tower was fast asleep at this hour. 

He swung his legs out of his bed. His entire body ached as he shuffled across the wood floor to the nearest window. He pulled the curtain back and was blinded by the sun. “Agh!” He grunted, letting the fabric fall back into place. He blinked away the dazzling lights in his eyes and tried again. He stared in horror as he realised the sun was in the wrong place. It should have been on the opposite side of the tower. If it was on this side, then that meant…

He stepped back from the window, clapping his hand to his mouth. He’d slept through the entire night, he’d missed his astronomy lesson. The one he needed for his next essay. 

“Moony, what you doin’, ’s early?” Sirius’s yawning face appeared from behind his curtains. 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He asked quietly, not wanting to wake James or Peter. 

“Why would I do that? You needed the sleep.” Sirius said, stretching until his joints popped. 

“Because I needed to be in Astronomy!” Remus was getting frustrated now. After all the things he’d done for them and not one of them had thought of waking him up?! 

“Relax, Moony, I did your chart for you. It’s on your trunk. You’ll get an outstanding on it; it’s perfect.” Remus hurried to the end of his bed and snatched up the filled-in chart, perfectly labelled and ready for his essay. 

“Sirius,” He choked out. 

“Yes, Remus,” Sirius grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“I love you.” 

“Good, I love you too.” Remus felt himself blushing. They hadn’t said those words to each other before, and here he was just casually throwing them around. But Sirius had said it back. 

He looked down at the chart again, a thick lump in his throat. Then he noticed that Sirius had annotated one of the stars.

“Why does it say underneath the Sirius star, ‘This star is my favourite'?” He asked Sirius. 

“Because it’s true,” Sirius answered.

“And why does it say underneath the Regulus star, ‘This star is the worst’?” 

“Because it’s also true,” Remus sighed. He’d make amendments to it later. Sirius pulled the curtains back from around his bed. 

“Come on, it’s Saturday, no point getting up until later.” Remus put down the star chart and clambered into Sirius’s bed. Relishing the feeling of being wrapped in Sirius’s arms. 

“It’s true, you know,” He whispered quietly in the early morning light. “I do love you.” Sirius’s arms tightened around him, and he pressed a kiss on the top of Remus’s hair. 

“I know, sweetheart. I also love you, too.” Remus's heart fluttered in his chest, and he and Sirius snuggled closer and quickly fell back to sleep only to be woken an hour later by James tripping over his quidditch kit bag on the way to the toilet. Oh well, there was always Sunday. 

[twopoppies]

Oh good I didn't know if I was too bitchy about the bus girls. Like Gina, I don't mean to hijack your shit here but I am afraid for the world right now for the first real time in my life. The things that are happening frighten me, they're dystopian. They feel unreal and impossible and they are neither. What the fuck is going to happen I can't say but I am dreading it. I'm only in my 30s and I'm scared!

And like, I can still access that Mean Girl I was until maybe.....24? 25? That's when I started to get over myself. I'm not proud. Sometimes I still catch myself having smartass ugly thoughts as my first reaction and I have to remind myself to choose to be a better person in the moment. I know what it's like to be the judgmental bus girl. Spoiler: it's shitty. It's not edgy, it's not cool, it doesn't make you better than other people. Shitting on someone else or someone's work or making it the butt of the joke is a very low bar anybody can clear. It doesn't make you clever, it really just makes you unpleasant. People will realize you can't be trusted with their secrets and private joys because you can't be, you're probably gonna be snarky about them for a cheap laugh. You will not know real intimacy romantic or otherwise until someone believes they can trust you. Grow up. Make a modicum of effort to be a good person and learn how to talk about shit that makes things better and good and kind and happy. I'm guessing they're fans of Harry or Louis? I'm gonna use Harry here: Harry would hate that you said that shit about fic. He would hate you. Listen to the words he says, he has pleaded with his audiences to choose kindness because "the world needs it." Is it calculated? Maybe. But maybe he has seen a lot of shit and he means it. I'm gonna choose to believe him on this. Building things up is so much harder than tearing things down but I promise you I don't miss being a Mean Girl. I'm amazed I always had friends but they would have seen through me one day like I started to see through myself.

Sorry I'm really annoyed about these bus girls right now. And full disclosure, I'm sorry I too used to think fic was lame because I didn't know what the fuck I was talking about and someone should have said something even meaner to me to shut me up. I would have deserved it.

And obviously you don't have to post this I just wanted to say it to someone and like, own up and also express that I'm annoyed on behalf of all fandom creators. Fucking bus girls, shut up.

Not only am I posting it, I want to give you a hug because I fully appreciate your bus girl rant.

In reference to this and this

[thezestywalru]

I think it would be incredibly funny to write a supernatural crack fic where they have to take down the vampires from twilight and Dean Winchester has a big brother talk with Bella. Maybe she joins them hunting.

[shyjusticewarrior]

Tim & Jason fanfic generally doesn't even exaggerate how highly Jason thinks of Tim, they just make him a lot more forthcoming with it.

[frostbite-fable]

read here

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Death, but only of background characters, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Developing Relationship, i don't know how to tag this honestly

Summary:

He's going to die. On the floor. Beneath a cultist's boot. Pinned like an animal sacrifice and fear etched vile and bright into every line of his face. He is going to die. And it's when that realization has become his new reality that Lucifer appears.

This is a fill for @winterveritas's RadioApple Valentine's Week! > Day 3: Confessions/Starting Over

[girllookingoutwindow]

Colin was angry with Pen before this moment. But he was physically and emotionally hurt. She was reading his diary and he felt naked. She knew now a part of himself that he was trying so much to hide to the world and he felt betrayed. He started the diary to forget his loneliness, but now she reading it, make him to feel more lonely than ever.

Then, she touches him. She's taking care of him. She's always so kind. And she's too close, her skin, her smell, he's feeling warm. Like he always do when she's around. He can't grasp why.

But he likes this feeling. That's the reason because he always wants to be close to her. He doesn't feel alone when she's there. And she feels so soft, so he close his hand just to feel her a little more close to him.

He's not sure about what to do. His other hand moves close to hers without him even noticing. He needs to touch her with both of them. Being a little more closer. He doesn't have the courage to do so.

Pen talks about his writing and he really wants to know.

She's the only one person who he enjoyed to write. Her letters were always so personal, smart and sweet.

They made him feel like someone understood him. He could wrote to her about his thoughts and desires without hesitation. But then, the letters stopped and he felt so empty.

Pen says the writing it's very good and he feels like he melts.

He didn't know how much he wanted to hear that words. How much mean to him. Maybe she read the letters he sent to her after all.

He missed her. He missed her so much, he didn't even know how. His heart feels tight. So much that he gets a little scared.

Maybe she can see through him.

He remembers for the first time where he was. And breaks the bond between their hands. But he didn't like it. He feels alone again.

He needs to know if he's going to see her again.

He 'wants' to see her again.

And then when she goes he gets close to the diary and he feels a little surprised.

She looked a little embarrassed but not enough. Maybe what he wrote was interesting to her some way?

He's intrigued. She feels the same but somehow different. Like she changed. Maybe is more of Pen that he saw before?

Some parts of her that she doesn't let nobody knows. He's not the only one who hides himself. Perhaps they're more alike that he really noticed. He's curious.

He would see her again, tonight. She would be there and he would know.

[lucid9158]

I never thought I would need a Shang Qinghua and Luo Binghe friendship but this is amazing lol

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/41498634/chapters/110233330#workskin)