Alright I'm Willing To Try It Lolol

“If I can’t be happy, neither can you.”

By the way, fanfiction isn't the place for reviews or criticism.

When you're a published author, it's like you're preparing a meal in a food competition. You expect a rating and to be told what worked and what didn't to improve your craft and embark on your career.

When you're a fanfiction author, it's like taking some of your free time to enjoy the process of baking cookies and then offering them to someone to be kind.

If you take a cookie from the plate, you don't spit it out and tell them it sucked.

Unless the writer asks for your opinion, you can keep it to yourself.

Adding this to clarify, and you don't have to agree with this by any means, I cannot force you to, but the reason Ao3 and Fanfiction isn't the space for criticism and ratings...is that it is a fan space created by fans for fans.

It isn't school.

It is a space where people with the same interests can congregate and enjoy the same fandom.

When you think about commenting on an fanfic authors fics, don't think if it as fishing around in your pocket to give them a compliment.

Compliments are nice. Most everyone likes compliments.

"I like your character development."

"You paint wonderful imagry."

Those are comments that are compliments. Speaking for myself as a fanfic writer they're nice, but they're not what my fan heart craves.

I want engagement with my readers.

The best comments I get aren't talking about my skill as a writer, but what just happened in the story because you and I (the reader) are already fans of the world created.

Comments like:

"NOOOOOOOO!"

"Did she actually just do that?"

"EXCUSE me?!?!"

None of these comments are compliments and none are critical. They are emotionally aligned with the story. They are engaged and with this engagement we create a little community in this tiny little space we get to call ours.

I cannot stop people from saying cruel things, but I can inform those people of the "dangers" so to speak when people treat fandom spaces like Ao3 as if it's Goodreads.

Writers, who write for themselves and offer it to you out of kindness, can decide that if people are just going to spit out their cookies they don't need to post about them anymore and that is how fandom spaces die.

If you don't like the flavor of cookie they made, or you're allergic to one of its ingredients...don't eat the cookie. Put it back for someone else to enjoy and then go find the flavor you do like.

Hi omg you do Micah content!!

I want to start off saying I ADORE the Micah comfort fic you wrote and wanted to ask for a fic of what he'd do if you were upset/crying? Totally understand if you decline, thank you for taking your time to read this and for taking the time to write lovely fics about him 💖💖💖

Warning: sad start but fluffy end💕

6:11pm

“You know y/n, I’ve been thinking.” You quickly began to panic. Micah never calls you by your actual name, not unless it was something serious.

“I think you were right. About it not working out between us. We both work a lot and lets be honest, this whole thing is getting kinda stale. Not to say you aren’t attractive or that you did something wrong. I’m just… not interested anymore.”

You stared at the screen in shock. The man who time and time again told you this could work, no matter how many times you tried to deny it, was now calling it quits. You weren’t even sure how to respond.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure to remove this server and it’ll be just like it was before I showed up. Have a good life ok?” The call suddenly ended. Within seconds the server disappeared, solidifying that you’d never see Micah again.

You quickly jolted out of your sleep, your eyes meeting the ceiling of your bedroom. It was a nightmare, thank god. You looked next to you to see Micah fast asleep. Right, he had came over for the weekend. You sat up in your bed, removing Micah’s arms from your waist before curling into a ball. You know it was just a bad dream but you couldn’t help but worry. What if Micah did get tired of you? What if he did find your brattiness exhausting? What if… he didn’t want you anymore? You couldn’t stop the tears from spilling out of your eyes, your sniffles waking Micah up.

“Hmm? What’s going on?” Micah was trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Once he finally realized what was happening he quickly sat up pulling you close to him, gently rubbing your back.”

“Hey, whats wrong angel? Did something happen? Was it a nightmare? Take some deep breaths, then we’ll talk ok?” Micah waited patiently for you to relax before you spoke. He didn’t care if he was tired. You needed him, thats all that mattered right now.

He gently wiped the tears from your eyes and face as you explained the nightmare to him and all the emotions you were feeling. Seeing how much it hurt you made him wanna cry to. You meant the world to him and the thought of being separated scared him as much as it scared you. He pulled you even closer to him, letting your head rest on his chest.

“Angel, I could never get tired of you. Dream Micah is a dumbass ok?” You giggled a little bit at his remark, which was the reaction he was hoping for.

“But on a serious note, you don’t ever have to worry about my feelings changing ok? I love that you’re bratty! I like the challenge, and though you try your best to hide it I know you’ve got it bad for me.” You lightly hit his chest as you looked up to glare at him. He chuckled and kissed your forehead in response.

“Sorry, sorry I’ll stop joking around~ but seriously though. I don’t think I could ever get tired of you angel. Yeah we both work a lot but knowing that the second I finish work I can spend time with you is what keeps me going. I always look forward to the weekend because I know I’ll get to hold you again. And there is nothing stale about our relationship. If there was I would’ve just planned a get away to shake things up. I could easily buy an island and we can take a vacation if you want. I’m serious it wouldn’t be hard. As a matter of fact how about we do just that?”

You quickly stopped Micah in his tracks, telling him he didn’t have to do all that. He always had a habit of pulling out wild ideas from thin air. You explained that you can’t call out so suddenly like that.

“Why not? I’ve done it before. How do you think I found time to visit that first time? But if an island trip seems too much, how about a stay-cation? We can do anything you want if it makes you feel more secure about our relationship. Either way I’m staying longer than just this weekend. I know I don’t have to but I wouldn’t feel right going back home without knowing that you feel 100% certain that I’m never gonna leave you. So whatever you wanna do, we’ll do it. You mean the world to me, ok?”

“Well right now I wanna go back to sleep. We can plan this stay-cation in the morning ok? Its late.” You snuggled up to him again, letting him wrap his arms around you like he did before you woke up. He gently kissed your cheek as he closed him eyes.

“Goodnight angel, I love you. And I always will.”

“I love you too Micah.”

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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* body language masterlist

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Nagito cuddling headcanons

~Post type: Headcanons~

Author’s Note: My computer has been acting up lately, and we’re moving soon so apologies if my posts get shorter or I go on a short hiatus for a bit. Please enjoy!

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At first he wants to cuddle you, but he’s afraid that you wouldn’t want him touching you, or that you didn’t like him anymore.

So he slept facing you, with about a foot of space between the two of you.

But when you convince him that you do actually want to cuddle, he will be pressed, as tightly as he can, against you

He might even put his feet underneath yours, because they’re cold

Or he’d have you lay on top of him, as another ‘blanket’

No matter how you two lay, he always wants your hand in his, if possible. Just to remind him that you’re there

And so he can feel if you’ve woken up, depending on the position.

He wants to be able to protect you in case anything happens, so he tries to lay closest to the door, “in case someone breaks in”.

However, that usually means that he’s the little spoon. 

He enjoys feeling protected and loved by you though, so that’s not an issue for him, as long as you’re okay with it

If you move a lot, he’ll hug you tightly, and try to soothe you back to peaceful sleep.

And he’d know if you moved, because he’s a very light sleeper.

He usually wakes up before you do, or tries to, so he can make you breakfast.

But while you eat, he sits beside you, with his head on your shoulder; to make up for the cuddles he ‘missed out on’ while he was cooking.

During the day, if you two have down time, he’d suggest cuddling on the couch while watching something, or listening to music.

i’d care if the person i reblogged this from vanished

idc if you reblog this from me but reblog it every time you see one of your friends or mutuals have reblogged it

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