#i already deleted the files from my computer so i’m gonna be upset if it really is gone :/

[aaronstveit]

ummm if tumblr ate my gifset i’m going to be Upset

[peydawgz]

Could you do Chucky, both original and Buddi, and any other slashers of your choosing, with a digital artist s/o? Specifically, them watching their s/o get frustrated when it crashes or gets accidentally deleted, corrupted files, that magic. Maybe even closing the window himself for attention, only to accidentally delete all of their progress?

(I’m sorry I’m super late on this one; I’ve been gone for quite a while huh? I’m gonna get through some of these requests because I’m feelin the slasher love with halloween season coming around the corner! So I’m back!! This ask is rlly inspiring me bc I’ve been going through this rn :( my BRAND NEW tablet keeps glitching and fucking up my art.)

Digital Artist x Various Slashers (Buddi! Chucky, 88′ Chucky, Michael Myers)

Buddi! Chucky

     One hand on the keyboard, the other gripping your pen stylus tightly, you began to get frustrated with your current art piece. A mix of unmotivation, anger, and your tablet keeps crashing was all adding to your growing frustration. Your Buddi doll, on the other hand, was sitting patiently beside you up on your desk, watching you get angrier and angrier.       Was your computer making you upset? You looked like you were on the verge of tears because of it! “When can we play again?” Chucky asked politely, a creepy little smile appearing on his face. “I- I don’t know, Chucky! Look, I’m kind of busy right now.” You exclaimed as your computer decided to erase your entire drawing once again.      With your angry response, Chucky looked down sadly, folding his little hands in his lap. Your computer seemed to be making you very upset, and so he decided to take it into his own hands; you should stop drawing and pay attention to him! He usually makes you happy, right? Chucky was connected to all of your devices, including your Kaslan computer. He raised his finger, and with it, your computer did a hard shut down, turning off your tablet and your computer with it.      That did not seem to make you happy like he thought. Not at all. Instead, you threw your hands up in anger and shoved your tablet onto your keyboard and put your head in your hands. “FUCK! I can’t do ANYTHING!” You yelled into your palms. Chucky crawled up into your lap, tugging at your shirt. “You can play with me?” He suggested innocently.       “Chucky, did you...?” You started, looking from him to the computer. He looked down with guilt. “I thought it would make you happy...” He mumbled. You saw his intentions were at least good, even if they were interrupting your illustration. Maybe you did need to take a break. The files were deleted, but your progress didn’t come too far anyways. It was alright, you could restart. You were only on the sketch anyways.      “Alright, Chucky, we can play now. I have to get back to work soon, though, okay? No more shutting my stuff down, please. You were lucky this time, but that’s very important to me.” You set him down and held his hand, leading him to your room to get dressed.       You took him to get a new outfit from Zedmart and let him pick out a new accessory. In return, he suggested ice cream to cheer you up!

88′ Chucky

     Chucky is very... forceful with his actions. As you sit there at your desk, fists clenched and jaw tightened, he couldn’t help but feel a little bad for you. Your art was quite important to you, and it didn’t seem to be going right at the moment. You were working on a commission, and couldn’t seem to be able to open up the file you saved from the day before. That was your lineart and base coloring- what the hell were you gonna do if you couldn’t get it open? You were too stubborn to just start over again.      Chucky came up behind you. “Look, babe, if you can’t get it working then just let it go. Why don’t we do something else?” He said suggestively. “Maybe later. This is important.” You mumbled, turning away from him and violently clicking on the file, even though many messages popped up saying there was an error.       “I’m just saying that if you-” Chucky started, trying to be calm but he was already beginning to get stubborn with you. “I said later.” You just grumbled, interrupting him. “Well, if you’re gonna be like that.” He said to himself, and pushed a chair to the edge of the desk. You were too sucked into your own issue that you didn’t notice him.       Chucky walked over the desk and pressed the delete button, then closed the top laptop- facing you. “Look- I’ve tried to be patient, but you gotta chill out! Maybe some alone time with me...?” He leaned close, being very evocative. You pushed your palm into his face, pushing him back. “You just fucking deleted all of my shit!” You said, face red with anger. “Well, it wasn’t opening anyways! Just start over it’s not that hard, right? You’re an artist, it can’t be that fucking hard!” He raised his voice at you, and you flinched. “Chucky, it doesn’t work like that, I-” You looked down and spaced out, tears forming in your eyes.       Chucky immediately felt bad about raising his voice at you. “Hey, babe, I’m sorry... I didn’t know...” You started crying. “Hey, hey, it’s gonna be alright.” He crawled into your lap and pushed your hair from your face. “You’re the best artist I know! I know ya can do it again, even better this time!” He said, giving you a gentle rub on the shoulder. “Maybe first, let’s take a break. I- We don’t gotta do anything like that, let’s just hang out and cuddle?” He suggested, knowing he hated it but trying to make you feel better nonetheless.      You gave him a little smile. “I guess you’re right. Maybe I do need a break. But don’t try that funny shit again with me!” You glared at him, and your evening was full of comforting snuggles, and he even tried to make you tea/coffee afterwards while you draw!

Michael Myers

     Michael has no patience. He does everything on his own time and nobody gets in his way. So when he was in the mood for attention and you were doing something else; he was not going to have it. You sat there, angry that your computer kept crashing and restarting, causing your progress to be deleted each time. It was an old laptop, you probably needed a new one. You were trying to finish the sketch, but your laptop just wasn’t feeling up to it today whatsoever.       Michael walked up behind you, and let out a huff of air, letting you know that he was home. “Hello, darling. I’m a little busy right now.” You murmured, getting upset again as you couldn’t open the application you draw on. Michael watched behind you inquisitively for a moment, catching onto what was making you angry. He placed his chin on top of your head, letting out another huff.      “Hun, I’m not really in the mood.” You replied, and that made him upset. Not in the mood? You were his! You couldn’t just not be in the mood for giving him attention! He stood up straight and continued to hover around you, watching you for another five minutes, giving you the time to change your mind.       When you continued, he decided to take it upon himself and press the power button on the computer-- right as you were finally getting it to work! You gasped, and looked up at him. “Michael! I was in the middle of something! Can’t you just wait?” You asked, obviously very upset. He just tilted his head at you, thinking you were very cute when you were upset with him. He didn’t feel a hint of regret, and instead hoisted you up and carried you off to your room, you were still upset but there was no use making a big fuss out of it. There was no fighting with Michael.      He laid you down and sat beside you. He grabbed your hand and took off his mask, placing your hand on top of his head, nestled in his hair. You liked to pet his hair, he usually wouldn’t have it but he sort of enjoyed it. You just sighed and pet his hair, pulling him down to lay beside you whilst you continued to run your fingers through his locks. “Please don’t do that again. I appreciate the break, but please don’t. I give you your time when you go do the things you like? Let me have mine. I love you.” You sighed softly and kissed his cheek. He gave you a small huff in return and kissed your cheek back.      Later on, when you were drawing again, he let you have your time and patiently sat beside you and watched. You showed him how you color, and let him pick one out for the background. He of course picked red.

[canumoveurseatup-no]

not you

summary: bucky wasn’t supposed to be the one to hurt you. not like this.

word count: 3k (no keep reading tab, did this on mobile, sorry)

pairing: bucky barnes x black!stark!reader

warnings: bitch it’s aaaaannngst- it jumps RIGHT in. (IW and EG didn’t happen)

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You don’t know how the video popped up. You were searching on your dad’s computer, looking for a specific file that he told you to look for. You clicked a bunch of folders until one came up and played a video-

A lonely dark road and a car simply driving on it until you realize it was your grandparent’s car, Tony always talked about that car. Your dad didn’t keep their gruesome death away from you. You never knew who killed them, no one did. But the video displayed who perfectly. You didn’t want to believe it- but this video was so clear a-and it made sense.

You scooted back in the roller chair and grasped your chest in pain. You weren’t sure what emotion to focus on. You were livid, hurt- you wanted to scream, fight, something.

Your feet carried you before your mind could process where you going and you found yourself in the kitchen where everyone sat. Steve was the first to notice you and the empty look in your eyes.

“Y/N?,”

Bucky turned around to see you struggling to breathe- before he could get up to come over to you, you held your hand up.

“Was anyone going to tell me?,” your voice was so robotic, Friday sounded realer than you.

Your dad frowned but not for long- the way you were acting reminded him of the same way he reacted to finding out... you didn’t even have to say it...

“Sweetheart-,”

“Was ANYONE going to tell me?!,” you looked across the room to see the confused faces of everyone, “is this why you guys went into hiding?”

Mentioning what had happened years ago had everyone going through flashbacks.

“Was anyone going to tell me that my fiancé was my grandparents’ murderer?!,”

Bucky felt his heart clench- as bad as it sounds he never wanted you to find out. All you knew was that Bucky created issues because he used to work for HYDRA and was framed for things that some psychopath did. You never knew what came after. You just knew Steve, Buck, Sam, Nat, Wanda and Vision went into hiding for three years and when they came back, everything was fine and dandy. Everyone came back to the compound and grudges disappeared and you met the love of your life.

It all makes sense now why he was so hesitant to date you to begin with. He had the guilt of killing the people who are important in a child’s life. You never to go experience the love that grandparents brought and it’s all his fault.

“How could you all look at me and know me for YEARS and not tell me?!,” you swiped a glass vase off the counter and watched the way everyone flinched before posting to Bucky, “And you!,” your finger trembled, “How could you look me in the eyes and tell me you love me every day? How could you propose knowing what you did?!,”

Your throat felt raw already. Feeling the affects of your screaming.

“It wasn’t him,” Tony swallowed thickly, “I meant to delete that video years ago, I haven’t looked at that file in years,”

“You have it saved?,” Steve hissed

“You- you choked my grandmother out with the same hands you hold my face with when you kiss me, the SAME FUCKING HANDS THAT ROAM MY BODY WHEN- W-when... we,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence you felt so disgusted for being with him, your grandparents are probably rolling over in their graves.

“Y/N, baby please- try to understand- it wasn’t me,” He stepped closer and you saw the way his shoulders sagged when you took a huge step away

“Don’t fucking touch me,”

Bucky felt tears come to his eyes as you looked at him in the way he never wanted you to look at him. You saw him as the very thing you told him he wasn’t whenever he’d have nightmares or episodes of flashbacks that triggered a panic attack... you saw him as a monster now.

“I- I would never hurt you, Y/N,”

“I don’t know that now,”

“All of that is gone in my head! You were there for the process,”

You looked past him to look at your dad, another wave of anger coursing through your veins, picking up another glass object and chucking it at him

“And fuck you for not telling me! I. deserved. to know!,”

He dodged the cup as it hit the wall behind him and eyes you as you went around the kitchen throwing anything at everyone. Glass plates, pans, you were hysterical and everyone was just dodging your attacks

“Some fucking family this is! I have been living in a goddamn LIE and you all let me!! You all looked at me and lied every. single. fucking. day!!,”

No one knew what to say, no one could fix this.

“I never got to meet them,” you sobbed, shoulder shaking violently, “I never got to experience their love, their embrace that I’ve always dreamt of,” you wrapped your arms around yourself to simulate a sort of comfort that you imagined they would have brought to your life.

“I never got to experience dinner at grandma’s like other kids! I grew up with kids boasting about the presents they’d get from their grandparents- I never got to experience grandma’s cookies o-or always taking grandpa’s change to put in my piggy bank,”

Tony felt a pit in his gut for keeping it from you, you always talked about wishing you got to meet them. He remembers you coming home from 3rd grade upset because they were having a grandparents luncheon and you had to sit alone.

Bucky was freaking out. You gave him peace and a sense of belonging. You showed him what self love was and you showed him how other people didn’t need to be his happiness, that he had to create happiness for himself and others just added to it. Now he was going to lose you for sure.

“You never loved me did you?,” you turned to Bucky and shook your head, “you just felt bad for what you did!,”

“No!,” he face was turning red and he found it hard to swallow, “I love you so much it’s insane. You know how it was for me when I was in the state of the Winter Soldier- that wasn’t me I wouldn’t have consciously done anything I did back then!!,”

You didn’t want to hear it. You had so many thoughts running through your head.. nothing made sense now.

“W-what am I going to tell our child?,” You hiccuped, “They’re going to grow up knowing their father killed their family!,”

The bomb you dropped had everyone looking around at each other in even more worry than they already had to begin with.

“You’re.. you’re pregnant?,” Bucky couldn’t help the swell of joy in his heart but it was soon gone when he realized the circumstances.

You didn’t answer him, you just looked at everyone with the biggest look of betrayal, “You were supposed to be my best friend Steve... y-you knew! All of you di-did,”

“Ms. Stark would you like me to call for medical attention?,” Friday’s voice rang through the dining room. Whenever she brings up a call for medical attention, it’s never good.

“Y/N baby I’m gonna need you to just calm down- for your sake and the baby’s,” Bucky’s voice dropped and he saw another switch flip in your mind

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down!,”

“We didn’t want to hurt you,” Steve tried to justify the situation but it didn’t do shit,

“He was literally brainwashed, Y/N. H-he didn’t even know who they were when he did it. HYDRA turned him into a killing machine, sure he shared the same body as the Winter Soldier but they are two completely different people... Bucky did not kill them,” Natasha thought those words would settle you but again, it didn’t do shit.

“I- I can’t listen to this,” you turned and walked away but Bucky couldn’t let you just walk away. He was happy you hadn’t taken your ring off yet.

Growing up you always told yourself had you ever found out who killed your grandparents you’d kill em right back but how do you kill the man who you’ve grown to love with your whole being? How do you kill the man who is now the father of the bit of cells that will soon be a human life. You were so confused and shattered.

You stormed in your room and began packing bags, needing to get away from here... far... far away.

“Baby please let’s- let’s just talk this out. Please try to understand,”

“You try to understand!,” you were in so much mental turmoil you couldn’t see straight, “I feel disgusting! I feel like I betrayed not only my grandparents but myself! It’s your fault! It wasn’t supposed to be you! Not you!,”

You threw one item in after another until Bucky snatched the bag away and grabbed your arms in his grasp

“Get off, get off, get o-off!!,” your arms were shut tighter than a storm shelter door. You couldn’t bear to look at him

“You can fight me, hit me, yell at me, just don’t leave, baby please,” Bucky hated the way his voice cracked but you’ve brought so much light in his life he can’t take the thought of you leaving.

Your body fell limp in his arms and he fell to the floor right along with you despite you pounding his chest in hopes to hurt him the same way you’re hurting. You grew tired and just fell against him despite every other part of you telling you to leave.

“How can I ever look at you knowing what you did to them... what you did to me,”

Bucky felt like sobbing right then and there. He doesn’t have an answer- however Tony came to forgive him in a way and understand it wasn’t his fault, he hopes it’s the same for you.

“Knowing what you did to our child...,”

Bucky can only imagine what you’re feeling. He’s feeling the same fear he felt when Tony was ready to kill him. He kinda wished he did... so you wouldn’t be feeling this.

“Baby it- it’s so hard to explain,” Bucky pulled you closer, fearing this will be the last time, he was trying to keep his sobs to a minimum but damn you’re his fiancée and the mother of his child, “I was not.. I was not in control,”

You felt his chest tremble under your own body, you teona tangled, sobbing mess.

“HYDRA... ruined me,” his sniffles were thick and filled the room, “They- they wired me to be a monster... I didn’t have a conscience. I didn’t know what right or wrong was all I knew was the mission reports they gave me... you saw- you saw glimpses of what I had to go through while getting help... going in deep cryosleeps just so people could rewire me and make me human again...,” you felt his thumbs running across the warm skin of your arms and you shouldn’t embrace it but damn- you loved this man, “Just so no one else could get their hands on that journal and try to trigger me to make me a machine again... you have to believe me I never wanted that for me... for us, for our child,”

You sat up and away from him, still not being able to look him in his eyes, “send my dad in here please,”

———

Bucky left your room to find everyone still in their same spots, no one knew what was going to happen, they were stuck.

“She’s asking for you,” he nodded to Tony and it took Tony a bit to even move. But he did so hastily when he realized you needed him.

He pushed the door open to see your room a mess with clothes thrown everywhere. He shut the door behind him and just stood there.

“How’d you do it?,” he saw you sitting in the floor playing with the tag on one of Bucky’s shirts, “How’d you get to the point where you could look at him and forgive him enough to let him fall in love with me knowing what he did?,” you spat the question out like it was poison.

“I understood that it wasn’t him,”

“But it was!,”

“Except it wasn’t, Y/N,” he used his fatherly voice and you looked at him with confusion, how could he pull that voice at a time like this?

“I completely understand where your mind is... mine was there too- I tried to kill him for God’s sake,” he wiped a hand down his face and sighed, shaking his head, “It wasn’t easy, forgiving him. Or Steve- I felt lied to... I only had one person lying to me but you have... everyone lying to you and I’m sorry I just- I didn’t want you to feel what I felt that day,” he sat on the floor by you, wanting to grab you hand but afraid how you’d react.

“They probably hate me for being in love with him,”

“They don’t hate you, you didn’t know,”

“But now I do and I... I should have a heart full of hatred for him but I- I shouldn’t still love him but I do and I- I dunno what to do,” You wheezed for air as a another sob wracked your body

“Because you know deep down... that it wasn’t him you saw in the video... I-it was a version of him... but not the version you know now, the one you’ve come to love,”

“How’d you do it?,” you looked at him with absolute melancholy. How could you go on? How could you go on with your relationship? With your impending marriage?

“Time...,” he shrugged. He knew that’s not what you wanted to hear but that’s what it was. Time and understanding, “Read that journal too... that helped put things into perspective,”

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So that’s what you did... up late each night reading journals on the Winter Soldier program... reading what they did to people... Bucky specifically, you cried reading most of it and sometimes reading it made you feel like you yourself were becoming a different person... it’s almost like reading it nearly possessed you to become a minion of HYDRA.

There’s be nights where Bucky could hear you crying but he couldn’t give you comfort, you made it clear you needed space.

Tonight was no different. You were sobbing about what to do... so Bucky found himself in the kitchen drinking a mug of cold coffee, hearing you wail was worse than any of his nightmares.

He cried himself. Neither of you could be comforted because it was a hurt only you two knew and could deal with. You got to the mission report of your grandparents and nearly set the book on fire.

You needed air, so you roamed the compound, seeing your room door cracked, arguing with yourself on whether you should go in there and just be with him but you opted for a cup of hot cocoa instead.

Bucky heard the soft pattern of your feet, he knew it was yours, you had the softest patter than anyone in here. His chest clenched and he looked for a way out but you clicked the light on faster than he could run. You yelped when you saw him sitting there and held your chest.

“I didn’t expect anyone to be up,” you mumble and look away from him quickly, heading to make your drink of the night.

He didn’t say anything. He just watched you move around the kitchen and he hoped you wouldn’t leave when you were done... and to his surprise, you didn’t. Grant it, you sat far away from him but you still sat with him.

“I feel like they got in my head simply by just reading those damned journals,” you mutter, circling the rim of your little cauldron mug, “Even by reading it I felt like my humanity was switching off- it brought nightmares,”

“I know- I could hear you crying,” his throat was dry and his cheeks wet from crying that he quickly tried to get rid of any sign of it.

“Everything hurts,” you finally looked at him after not doing so for months... months, meaning you were showing and he was missing it... doctor’s appointments and all, “my heart.. my head.. I see how it wasn’t you but I see... you,” you cursed yourself out for your throat tightening.

“Were you ever gonna tell me?”

“I loved you too much to see you hurt like you are now... that’s why no one did because we were so content a-and I finally had someone who loved me and I finally had someone to love. I saw it as a new beginning,”

You appreciated his honesty.

“I kind of hate myself for still love you,” you blinked tears away and some fell anyway in their own accord.

“I hate myself for letting you love me,”

You hated to hear him say it. He’s come a long way to begin loving himself and his life. Now he’s back at square one.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he shakes his head and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop the tears.

“I still love you, Bucky. You’re still... you’re still my fiancé and the father of my child,”

He could have fallen to his knees hearing you say that.

“It’s going to take a while to get through and past this but... I’ve talked with dad and read the journals a-and... I’m realizing my Bucky wasn’t... that,”

“I’ll never... never hurt you or our baby,”

“I know,” you nodded and stood up with your mug, walking over to him to kiss his forehead goodnight before going back to your spare room to finish reading.

“Tomorrow at 1:30. Be ready,” you begin walking away but he stops you with a voice of confusion.

“What’s tomorrow?,”

You send a small smile, knowing he’s been missing your appointments and missing the feeling of being a soon-to-be-dad. Now was his chance. You rub your belly and turned to walk away but not before calling out over your shoulder.

“You get to hear our son’s heartbeat,”

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someone asked how i get my inspiration for angst and all i can say is that.... i can’t help but hurt my own feelings.

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[reblogdolan]

Kinda wanna that “grayson gets mad at y/n and then is sad bc he upset her” or something like that.... I’m a sucker for a good make up story 😁 please and thank you!!

One of my fav plotlines. This does mention reader getting scared by gray but nothing violent happens just the mention of it. If that triggers you in any way please do not read.

Y/N had been busy at work not able to see Grayson much during the current week. Grayson had been busy filing and hadn’t really had time to talk to her. Tonight was the night they were going to be able to hang out together for the first time in a while and they were both very excited. Y/N got ready to head over to the Dolan house. Once she got there she walked right into Grayson’s room to see him sitting shirtless on his desk chair editing his video. She gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before going to sit on his bed knowing that when he was in editing mode he didn’t really pay attention to anything else. But an hour passed and then another and she was starting to grow annoyed. She wanted him, craved him any part of him. She just wanted to be close. So when she saw him getting frustrated and bang his hands on his desk she just wanted to be next to him. She remembers another time when this happened because it happens often. The twins work late finishing videos when things don’t go to plan all the time. Usually, she could distract Gray for a bit and then he would finish quicker after just needing a quick boost of energy from her. Other times she would just sit next to him while he finished just to be close. Y/N soon learned that this time was so different from the others. See what Y/N didn’t know was that they had to refilm this video this morning because the footage got lost. She didn’t know that he had been editing all day and still wasn’t done. She didn’t know that for the past hour the program kept freezing. See Gray wanted to be close to her too he wanted to feel her touch, but he also knew he needed to get this video out. He just wished he didn’t have to deal with it tonight. He was already tired from today and he didn’t want to have to edit all night but that is what it seemed like it was turning out to be. Gray was getting close to finishing the video when the program froze again his fist connecting with the desk he was sitting at. Y/N came over to him rubbing his shoulders as she came around to the front of him placing a quick kiss to his forehead. 

“Baby why don’t you take a break”

“I can’t Y/N” The tone he had was cold, colder than with Gray was angry. She could sense that he was at his breaking point soon. She wanted to help him, wanted him to take a short break even if that meant her editing for him, which she had also done before.

“Baby take a break and I’ll edit for you” She went to click but gray had pushed her hand away causing her to delete a line of the edit. His face instantly dropping stone cold. He pushed out of the chair. See both Grayson and Y/N knew that he could just hit undo and it would all come back but to Gray, at that moment nothing but more work could fix what Y/N had done. He had hit his breaking point and Y/N knew instantly because though Gray can get mad he had never once looked directly into her face while she was basically up against a wall and yelled at her like he was doing right then. 

“See this is why I don’t need your fucking help Y/N you always fucking ruin everything, always fucking break everything. And you see. You see now I have to work fucking longer than I would have because you had to try to fucking help” The yelling was directed at her eye contact held the entire time. All she saw was the pure anger in his face. Until his hand raised and she flinched back. See gray wasn’t going to hit her he was going to rub his hand through his hair like he always did when he was angry or frustrated but this was different to Y/N. Gray did not get angry at her often. And like mentioned previously he always yelled, in general, he never yelled directly at her so when she saw his hand came up it instantly made her recoil. 

She watched Gray’s hand run through his hair after she stepped back, but she always watched as his face turned from hard to soft instantly. He looked at her and then to the door as he began to walk out. Y/N wanted to chase after him but she also knew that he may be just needed time to his self. But she didn’t hear his car start like it usually would after they fought. No, this time instead as she sat down on his bed, she watched him through the window. She watched him walk out the back door and sit down on the concrete near the pool his knees pulled to his chest his hands around them and his face buried down. She saw him shaking, saw his body jolting from the emotions running through him. See most girls probably would have ran, but Y/N was different, she knew Gray. Y/N knew Gray would never hurt her no matter how angry or upset with her she was she knew that he would never ever do anything to hurt her. She knew he needed time and she watched Ethan walk out to him. She knew she had time to kill because she didn’t want to interrupt Ethan and Gray so she sat at his computer undoing what she had deleted and spent 20 mins fixing the rest of the video and starting the export. She watched Ethan walk into the house while Gray’s shaking form stayed on the ground. Usually, Grayson would be fine after talking to Ethan, Ethan could usually get him out of his head. Y/N was scared that he was deep into his anxiety now. She knew she needed to talk to him now she knew she needed him maybe even more then he needed her at that moment. So she headed out to see him and as she walked to the back she passed Ethan on the way

“He’s really upset”

“I know”

“he shouldn’t have done that though, I mean the way he was yelling”

“I know”

“But he’d never hurt you”

“I know E, I’m upset but I’m not mad at him he was stressed but look next time you guys have to spend time fixing a video maybe take some of the editing from him, I mean I don’t know if you were doing other stuff but Gray needs help sometimes too. You know how he gets he needs you too”

“I should’ve helped him earlier I know but”

“Look I’d love to talk this out with you E, I really honestly would but I need your brother right now”

“He needs you to” Ethan walked away as she walked out the house sliding the glass door closed behind her. She walked right up to Gray instantly dropping to the ground next to him. He pushed away slightly not wanting to be a reason she was afraid.

“Gray” he looked to her the whisper of his name cracking as she spoke it

“Y/N I”

“I know Gray, it’s okay”

“It’s not. I should have never have been yelling at you regardless of what I planned to do with my hand you were scared of me. Your face, you were, you were terrified of the way I was yelling and, fuck I just. I’m sorry”

“I know you are, I know your sorry Gray and that’s all that matters” his body instantly fell into hers as she felt the shaking from his body. “Gray, baby stop, your gonna get yourself into a panic”

““I don’t want you to ever be scared of me. The fear that was in your eyes and written all over your face is something I never wanna see in my life again Y/N. I never want you to…” 

“Baby look at me, I trust you. I trust you to keep me safe. I trust you to not hurt me. I trust you okay” With a kiss to his lips the passion coursing through Gray grabbed her into a hug.

“Let’s go inside Gray” She stood up leading him into his bedroom as she climbed right into his bed moving the covers for him to get in as well.

“Baby I gotta finish”

“Already done Gray”

“Wha, what?”

“I finished it up when you went outside there was only a little left it’s exporting now”

“You finished it even when I yelled at you, even when I”

“Gray I told you, I know who you are. that moment doesn’t define you. You needed help you were upset and frustrated so yeah I finished it even though you yelled. I’ll always be there Gray”

“I love you”

“I love you too, now come cuddle me”

“Don’t have to ask me twice” Doing what you knew best just shut him up, you reached up and kissed him. 

[ariadnelives]

Chapter 26 -- The Assault

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Later that day, several dozen heavily-loaded shuttles fell into orbit over Phobos. Ariadne was upset that they didn’t take more time to plan before moving on Dr. Simon himself, but as Spacebreather pointed out, they didn’t have time to stall. If they waited more than a few hours, the cult would have a chance to move him.

Most of Ariadne’s ground forces disembarked about half a kilometer from the facility’s entrance. Several dozen spacesuit-clad armed acolytes were standing outside exactly one of the caves, so the crew figured that was likely to be the door the Zealot was behind.

“Bring the noise, querida,” Ariadne said into her comm and the last remaining ship immediately did several flips in midair and fired off several plasma bolts that, despite the ship’s advanced targeting system, somehow managed to not hit any hostiles. After a beat, she scoffed, “Showoff.”

“You love it,” Spacebreather’s voice returned through the comm. “Get in there and knock these guys out so I can join you on the ground.”

“We’re on our way,” Ariadne chuckled.

“You got five minutes,” Pilar’s voice buzzed back, “and then I stop missing on purpose.”

“Won’t be a problem,” Ariadne replied. “Te amo, terminado.”

“Terminado,” Pilar agreed, and switched off her comm.

“Do you think the Triplets will be okay with Fastwing?” Sasha asked Sweettalk on a private channel.

“Yeah, I mean, you got their chips out, right?”

“That’s not what I mean,” Sasha replied, “I feel like we shouldn’t have brought them with us. We just got them away from these creeps.”

“They wanted to come,” Sweettalk said, “If we can get Dr. Simon in custody I’m sure they’ll want the chance to confront him, and if the shit hits the fan, they’re with the best pilot in the system--”

As if by magic, Pilar took this opportunity to do a showy corkscrew maneuver over the crowd of acolytes, narrowly avoiding several shots from their weapons, and releasing a cloud of multicolored smoke to disorient her attackers.

“--Okay, the second best pilot in the system. If we get hurt, Alicia will get them to safety.”

“Plus,” Sasha added, “I’m betting she does something cool with their hair.”

“She has a gift,” Sweettalk agreed. “Point is, we just convinced your sister it was bad to keep people grounded for their own protection, so we sorta screwed ourselves out of the right to object when the triplets want to come along.”

“Heh,” Sasha laughed. “You know, I only just now got why that’s funny.”

“What’s funny?”

“Just the idea of keeping someone ‘grounded’ in a spaceship.”

“Mm,” Sweettalk agreed, “and now that you’re not grounded anymore you’re actually, you know, on the ground.”

This went on in this fashion for a little while. The rest of the crew didn’t know how grateful they ought to be that Sasha and Sweettalk were speaking on a private channel. There are only so many jokes on the word “grounded” that two people can make before their friends and loved ones feel compelled to intervene, and there is little point in attempting to quantify exactly how far past this point Sasha and Sweettalk went as the crew took their positions and systematically knocked out each of the acolytes guarding the entrance. By the time they had finished, Sasha and Sweettalk were both breathless with laughter from their rapidfire, almost vaudevillian exchange of “grounded” puns.

“Everyone grab one,” Ariadne called out on the public comms.

“Why?” Lefthook replied, “I mean, there’s a limited amount of air in those suites, can’t we just… let the problem take care of itself?”

“We’re sending a message,” Ariadne replied. “Ghostrunner and Spacebreather killed hundreds of their acolytes in self-defense. These guys don’t pose a threat to us.”

“You know they’ll wake up eventually, right?” Lefthook responded, begrudgingly joining the others in hauling the unconscious cultists through the airlocks.

“Once they’re inside, we’ll cut their air lines,” Ariadne explained. “They’ll live as long as they don’t try to go back outside. Once we’ve got Dr. Simon back on Ship Trap with a gun to his head, we’ll contact the authorities and let them deal with these guys.”

Pilar came marching over the ledge with a very large assault rifle slung over her shoulder. “Don’t forget to take their guns, these things are choice.”

“Fair point. Take their guns, we don’t know how many others are in here anyway.”

“Girls!” Alicia called, coming around the corner with her styling kit, “I thought you might enjoy some new hairstyles! I mean, I like a nice bob as much as the next lady but--”

She was left speechless at the sight of the Triplets. They sat together, glowing a slightly artificial blue. Alicia could not tell which of them had been cybernetically augmented. All evidence of injuries had vanished. It was as though all three girls were simultaneously completely organic and completely synthetic. There was something about it that caused Alicia to want to look away on an instinctive level, but she couldn’t.

“What is this?” Alicia finally stammered out.

“Something new,” all three girls mused in a single voice.

“What did you do?” Alicia asked, starting to rush towards them but quickly recoiling, out of fear that they might be contagious, or even radioactive.

“We touched,” they responded, “and understood. This is what we were built for. Evolution. Adaptation. We were designed to grant our father immortality. Our bodies will incorporate anything that facilitates our continued existence, and adapt to survive anything that threatens it.”

“Whatever doesn’t kill you,” Alicia muttered and trailed off. “I’ll be damned…”

“We have to go into the cave with them,” The Triplets responded. “Their plan is going to fail.”

Several minutes and about fifty unconscious and several seriously wounded acolytes later, Ariadne and Spacebreather reached the door to the throne room with Sweettalk and Sasha in tow.

“Stand watch,” Ariadne directed Lefthook to lead the other other troops in the corridor. “Non-lethal force if you can, but if someone’s going to die, don’t let it be you. That goes for all of you.”

“Yes, cap!” The girls replied, and unholstered their weapons.

A moment later, Pilar kicked down the door to the throne room. “ON THE GROUND, ASSHOLE!”

A single acolyte manned a computer terminal that seemed to have no screen and only two silver joystick-like appendages for controls.

“I SAID GET THE FUCK ON YOUR KNEES IF YOU WANT TO KEEP THEM,” Pilar bellowed.

The Acolyte fall to his knees.

“Where is Dr. Simon?” Ariadne asked calmly, “You’re gonna want to talk fast or else my associate is going to find some creative ways to make you glad those robes are already red.”

“He is here!” He whimpered. “The Zealot is all around us.”

“Babe, do I have your permission to start cutting off fingers again if he doesn’t get serious?” Pilar asked.

“I’d listen to her,” Sweettalk chimed in, “Last guy she took a finger from ended up decapitated.”

“He is all around us!” He pleaded. “Please, look!”

He gestured at an ornate golden table near the center of the room.

“Spacebreather, keep your gun trained on his head. If he tries anything funny, see if you can take it off in one shot,” Ariadne slowly started inching toward the table.

“With pleasure,” Pilar stroked the trigger of her rifle carefully.

Ariadne looked down on the table, through the inset glass to what lay within.

Lying motionless inside the table was an unmistakable face with a neatly trimmed gray beard and a straight, pointed nose.

“This is not Dr. Simon,” Ariadne replied. “This is his body. Where is Dr. Simon?”

“Back up,” Sasha asked. “Dr. Simon’s body?”

“Prescott had to tell me something to convince me it was worth it to help him,” Ariadne replied. “This body has been dead for fifteen years. Dr. Simon, on the other hand--”

“--Viable Lazarus,” Sweettalk gasped. “Lazarus, we should’ve seen it all along. They’re trying to bring him back from the dead.”

“I’m only going to ask you one more time before I let my beautiful associate indulge her itchy trigger finger,” Ariadne replied. “Where is the server containing Dr. Simon’s consciousness?”

“I already told you,” the acolyte began crying, “He is all around us.”

“Look at the walls,” Sasha marveled, “Sis, they’re--”

“Databanks,” Ariadne replied, “We’re standing inside the most massive supercomputer in the system.”

“Do we just smash them?” Pilar asked.

“If you destroy the servers, you’ll kill more than the Zealot,” the Acolyte offered, “The databanks are full of lost souls who’ve seen the light of the Red God.”

“What is he talking about?” Pilar asked.

“He’s using a few thousand human shields,” Ariadne was disgusted. “All those people who took a Suffering Test for this wackjob were signing up to be brainwashed. He hollows out their head and fills it with their programming, and their consciousness ends up imprisoned here. If we unplug the whole system, there’ll be no way to restore the people he’s got under his little spell.”

“You, crybaby,” Pilar jabbed the Acolyte with her rifle, “dial this jerk up, how do you talk to him?”

“If he wishes to send messages, he can, but in order to speak directly with him… without ViLaz as a relay, we have to enter the system ourselves to gain an audience with him. There’s a psionic interface--”

“--And how do you go about deleting individual files from this system?”

“I don’t see a screen or a keyboard or else I might be able to hack in.”

“No synthetic computer can interface with His prison,” the Acolyte whimpered, “Only a human brain has the processing power necessary to access the system.”

Ariadne chuckled. “I’d almost admire it if it wasn’t so evil. He’s actually built a computer I can’t hack.”

“So, how do we get in?” Pilar asked.

“Stands to reason that each drive in these databanks contains one consciousness,” Ariadne said, “So, if I can access the system, I should be able to identify the drive with administrator permissions, then all we’ve got to do is yank that one out, take it home, and format it.”

“Patch in, like, connect your brain to this thing?” Spacebreather asked incredulously.

“Have you ever seen a computer more powerful than my brain?” Ariadne asked.

“Yeah, babe, this one,” Pilar snapped gesturing at the entire room made of computer that they were standing in, “it’s absolutely out of the--”

Ariadne very pointedly said nothing at her, which managed to stop Pilar cold.

“There’s no keeping you from doing this, is there?” Pilar sighed.

“I’ll be safe,” Ariadne promised. “In and out.”

“You’d better,” Pilar warned. “If you die, I’m coming after you.”

Ariadne smirked. “You’d better not.”

Ariadne planted a kiss on Pilar’s lips and then got immediately to work.

[tayegi]

Hey Lu! I'm sorry you have to deal with such bullshit, like you are an amazing writer and hearing that your work is being stolen really breaks my heart. Props to you for being nice the first time around, because as someone that's dabbling in writing myself, i might've lost my shit the first time around if i saw my work being stolen

Anonymous said:Honestly I admire you so much for not deleting everything you have ever written because of people like the wattpad author.... that’s fucking crazy.

Anonymous said:Hey Lu, I've never sent you a message because you're already inundated with so many. But I wanted to send some support after what happened with that anencephalic rat who blatantly plagiarized your work. I'm a TA in my uni's computer science department and I posted some of my code online as a reference for my students in lab, until one student pulled all my code from github and submitted it as their own. Safe to say I don't provide code samples anymore. (1)

Anonymous said:Whatever you decide to do with your writing from now on, I just want to say I really enjoy all your work and I'm so sorry that you had your work stolen like this. Looooove you (hehe love LU) (2)

Anonymous said:Hey Lu, I’ve always been a quiet follower of yours, but after this plagiarism incident, I had to send something. I’m sorry you have to deal with ignorant and immature people like her. I legit understand why you would want to stop writing after something like this. You gave her a warning and she’s just not understanding how polite you’ve been about it (imagine once she gets to college, yikes). Anyways, we’re always here to love and support you. We can get through this!!! ❤️❤️❤️

peachyguki said:This is so bs. People dont understand that THIS IS ILLEGAL. SUCH DUMBASSES. I feel so fucking bad for you Lu...jfc she better comprehend what she did was wrong.

taebunsuga said:Fuuccckkk I knew it abt the plagiarizing thing but I wasn’t sure,, I was reading Pour Up and thought it seemed awfully familiar and was like is this new rules, but then thought maybe I was just reading a fic, but then she mentioned the office hoes theme part and I’m like shit omi this is new rules and then next thing I asked her abt it and so she posts this whole ass chapter abt how her plagiarism wasn’t intentional 🤧🤧💀💀

Anonymous said:This! Entire! Situation! Is! Whack! Srsly she's so dumb thinking she wouldn't face repercussions at some point. If it means anything tho her writing isn't great and I think it's safe to say we all know you're superior here. I really hope this gets sorted out and she faces some type of consequences

Anonymous said:There's nothing I hate more than a theif and I'm so sorry you have to experience this.

lucielux said:I wasn't on tumblr much today so I just saw this whole plagiarism thing and I'm soooo sorry this is happening to you :( idgaf if I can't report her for ripping off your fic, I'm reporting her for hate or something else then but Wattpad won't stop me from reporting her this is just not okay fam. Anyway hope you're okay girl ❤️

lucielux said:Lu I know you're off the internet for today, but just in case this is still an issue when you come back, when you report for hate Wattpad will send you an email asking you to complete a form. In the form you should include what point of the "Code of Conduct" was violated, and one of them is "Don't share stories that aren't yours". SO what I'm getting at is y'all can't repot plagiarism but you can repot for hate and then add that plagiarism happened. In any case, hope you're feeling better 💖

Anonymous said:I'm so sorry Lu. You definitely don't deserve this shit. She's being two faced and doesn't understand consequences. Honestly, I don't think she will understand unless you file a formal complaint. Her behaviour is shameful to say it lightly.... All my love you Lu!! I hope this bullshit ends soon.

Anonymous said:I don't get why people want her to send them the pdf files of her rip off??? why don't thy just like, read the original one here??? Instead of supporting plagiarism??? like what

Anonymous said:how is she so dedicated to plagiarizing, willing to send pdfs'? rather than spending time just trying to write herself.. 🤷‍♀️

Anonymous said:why don't you do the same? send us all pdf files of your writing and let's see if she'll continue to write "her original story" HA! her fans will realize that she's not so innocent and original when in a few weeks she still doesn't have any more additions to "her story"

Anonymous said:It looks like people don't like going back on their opinions, like: I like this author and I'll keep liking it no matter what, oh look she was accused of of plagiarism, but i said I like her I can't go back, I won't even see the original story, I'm just gonna say I don't believe in it" IT'S OK, to like an author and then if this author do shit you can and SHOULD be disappointed and stop supporting this bad thing they done, this actually apply to any artist,actor,musician+

latebloomer19

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I’m so sad and angry at the same time that the plot was originally yours and it was plagiarized by this author on wattpad. Honestly that became my fave fic tho because of the girl mc’s attitude and character. Now that I have found the real author I’m going to support the story so much💕💕💕 I downloaded the tumblr app just because I want to read your other fics hahaha 💕💕💕

littlekookieboy said:Omg I’m so outraged and the fact she’s trying to play victim with everything is even worse! I really hope she gets reported and she learns not to do plagiarism anymore. Seriously ur one the first writers I’ve ever read from here and seeing as how she has the audacity to do something like this is disgusting. Anyways I hope all goes well!!!!

canadiankae said:smh kids these days. I am actually astounded at her stupidity for announcing that she straight up stole your work and then tried to play victim. She'll get what's coming to her when she forgets to source for her assignments in school... then try to say she came up with it lol. If she keeps it up we'll help you take care of it. No way i'm letting my favorite writer go through this again

Anonymous said:im rly sorry all of this is happening to you. i wish i could do something to make u feel better and reassure you that we all care about you and hate seeing people do this shit to you. big hugs

Anonymous said:Lu, have you ever tried any online plagiarism check? I think it would be fun if you showed her the 99% similarity with New Rules. But I don't get it. Doesn't she feel embarrassed? I think its so sad.

Anonymous said:hoenstly the whole 'i spent hours on it tho' bs shes trying to pull is so annoying cause like if you were really willing to spend that much time plagiarizing someone elses work, why couldn't you have just written your own stuff during that time??? i just ugh im like mad for you if that makes any sense just urgghh

Anonymous said:I'm sorry you're having to deal with this shit. You are much more talented and well thought out than someone who cant think of their own ideas. and I've genuinely loved a lot of your fics. New rules is an amazing story that I always check for updates on and I love what you try to convey through your stories. It's disgusting that someone would do that to your work but I just want to remind you how appreciated your work is by actual fans. Love you!!!! I hope you feel better!

Anonymous said:Tbh i am so sorry that you have to deal with this situation now... you deserve so much better. I hope this thing ends quickly before upsetting you any further..

Anonymous said:Do it, file the report. If you don't you're letting her win. She has to learn her lesson and realize that she's in the wrong

Anonymous said:Ah! I sent the whole pour up ordeal and i’m so sorry i mistyped and put Tumblr instead of Wattpad because I was rushing to let you know! I’m glad it’s sorted because I became so angry that she plagiarised your work so blatantly! 💜

tywriteskpop said:I hope this thievery issue is resolved soon! I know I’d be devastated if my hard work was taken like that. Hopefully all of the support from your readers and many others will help convince her she is in the wrong. Please don’t stress too much about it. 🙏🏻 You have many people backing you up on this, and the option to report her for plagiarism is there when you’re ready, should she not cooperate. I wish many blessings to you, friend.

Anonymous said:Ok but like plagiarism on Wattpad is such a problem??? I’m sorry that you’re dealing with this rn 💕💕💕

sheridandwyer said:I am so sorry to hear that you're going through this! As a fellow writer, it breaks my heart to see a story that you've worked your ass off to craft and make original just stolen like this! I will DEFINITELY be leaving a comment venting my frustrations)in a respectful way, of course.) We've got your back and your followers will fight for you. Please know you're not in this fight alone!

Anonymous said:Lu! I'm so sorry about this whole problem! I went on wattpad to see the story and your comment is there. I cannot even fathom how much you work for your fics, but I do know how much it means to you. We will help you out any way we can and take that story down. It's not acceptable this person continues to get credit fot it. We love you, Lu!

Anonymous said:hey hon!!! i read her story before reading yours (after finding out her irresponsible actions) & i really want to say, yours is wayyyyyy better

acucarebiscoito said:Omg Lu this wattpad plagiarism thing is really annoying, what can we do to help? I love your work and I'm so angry and sad that they are disrespecting you this way ):

awkward-kooks said:Oh babe :( people are awful, stealing works is exactly why I'm scared to write on sns :/ hope they come to the realization that what they're doing is wrong and remove the story.

thank you guys so much for all of your love and support. Seriously, without you guys, I wouldve been so upset and frustrated right now. But it’s only because of this incredible outpouring of love and all of your support in talking to her, reporting her, etc. that we’ve gotten through this. And all of your suggestions are so hilarious and creative! I cracked up reading this alsjdfklsdfj i love you guys so much

[allonsysilvertongue]

Always Done What You Say

This was how it began - Tony Stark had called on Peter Parker for a mission while he was out with May except the mission did not end the way anyone imagined or hoped it would, and now Peter’s life has been pulled out from under him.

(Or the story of how Tony found himself having to be more than just a mentor to Peter, one small step at a time) Previously

Chapter 14

“What?”

Tony nearly gave himself a whiplash by the speed in which he turned to look at the kid, confusion written plainly across his face.

“Something to just… make it easier,” Peter muttered. “To make the memories hazy… A little less sharp so that…. It’ll hurt less.”

“Okay so there’s clearly something that we should be talking about. This,” Tony gestured, “is one of those things – to be shared and talked about with me. I need you to talk to me, kid, not bottle it all up until it becomes too much that it drove you to make this kind of … request.”

“I’m not asking for my memories to be permanently deleted,” Peter huffed. “Just something that can make me forget about it for a little bit. I don’t want to forget May or Ben, but each time I close my eyes, I see May trapped under that billboard. I see her motionless in the hospital bed. I feel her trembling as I pulled her out from under the board. It’s a nightmare. It – It becomes so much that I couldn’t remember anything else about her, anything that’s good or – or happy.”

“I didn’t realise -”

“Shouldn’t there be a spell or something that can just… sort of repress those unpleasant memories?” Peter cut him off. “It’s like taking a file and putting it in a different folder in a computer, Mr. Stark. It’s not gone forever. It’s still there but in a different place. I don’t know…” he shrugged.

It was clear to him that Peter had given this some thought and Tony was annoyed with himself for not realizing and picking up on this sooner. Physically and on the outside, the kid appeared normal. He was still grieving but he was functioning. Still, if anyone should know the war that went on inside someone’s head, it should be Tony and yet… He had failed this boy.

He took a breath and mentally counted to ten. He would have plenty of opportunity later on his own for him to be mad at himself but right now, he needed to be here for Peter.

“That’s not how it works, kid,” Tony said, trying extremely hard to maintain his composure. “Nobody knows how memories, consciousness and the human mind really work. There are experts still trying to figure these out. Pete, there is a possibility that repressing the bad memories also repress the memories that are good. It’s a risk.”

“How would you know?” Peter challenged. “You’re not the Sorceror Supreme and you don’t have telepathic abilities like Wanda. Maybe they can do what the scientists out there couldn’t.”

“I don’t but even I know that the mind shouldn’t be tampered with,” Tony snapped with a biting edge in his voice.

“How’s this any different than people drinking to forget? Alcohol makes the memories a blur, right?” Peter asked. “Tell me, Mr. Stark.”

Tony reeled from his words, feeling as if he had been punched. That was exactly what he had done after his parent’s death. He had drank a glass each day and that in turn became one bottle and then two, and then he found himself spiraling all because he needed to cope with the grief and the loss, and the sudden responsibility of being CEO of Stark Industries. But he was better now, he had cut down and he was watching himself around Pepper and Peter, so to have Peter bring this up casually in a conversation, even if the kid wasn’t intentionally doing it to spite him, still hurts.

“Listen to me. This isn’t how it’s done. I’m not having Wanda mess with your mind. I’m not having Stephen cast a spell or some magical mumbo jumbo on you.”

“But -”

“No, no buts,” Tony stood firm. “There are other ways.”

“Shouldn’t I get a say in this? It’s my mind.”

“No you don’t get a say in this, not in this instance,” Tony retorted. “You’re emotional and exhausted – yes, kid, I can see it even if you keep telling me otherwise – and you should never make snap decisions like that until you’ve sat down and internalize it all. Trust me. I’ve had to learn from this experience the hard way.”

“I have thought about it and internalized it! I didn’t just bring this up to you now because it was something that popped into my head an hour ago,” Peter argued.

“Watch your tone,” Tony warned. “Fine, for the purpose of this conversation, say I were to give you the go ahead…. You really think Stephen is going to agree to it? I don’t think you know that wizard very well.”

The kid huffed and crossed his arms.

“Maybe then I’ll ask Wanda.”

“I forbid you from doing so.”

“You’re my guardian, not my dad,” Peter snapped, twisting the knife he had already earlier embedded in Tony’s heart.

Tony clenched his jaws. His heart rate was spiking up dangerously as he grabbed the steering wheel with his left hand to stop the impending shakes.

“You’re right I’m not but I’m the adult your aunt appointed to be responsible for you,” Tony said calmly, belying the storm going on internally.  “You want to make that memory a blur too, Pete?”

“Mr. Stark….”

He sounded stunned and apologetic but Tony didn’t think he could sit here in the car with this kid arguing about this anymore. He might explode or yell, and react the same way Howard had with him when his patience was running thin. It wasn’t a risk he wanted to take so Tony started the engine.  

“We’re going home,” he declared. “We’ll talk about this when we’re both calmer.”

When they arrived at the penthouse, Peter hovered. Tony knew the kid enough to know he wanted to say something.

“Go to your room, Peter,” Tony directed tiredly. “Try to … Try and get some sleep, alright?”

“Yeah, okay. G’night,” he said, making a beeline for his room.

He closed the door quietly. He didn’t slam it shut the way most teenagers do when they didn’t get their way.

Moving towards the kitchen, Tony grabbed a glass without a thought. He poured himself a drink and sat on the stool. It was only when he brought the glass to his lips that he paused. Drinking was his way to cope – this and throwing himself in his work. Peter didn’t have a coping mechanism, not yet. Having lost his parents at a young age and then his uncle didn’t necessarily make him an expert on how to cope with grief. The kid was still learning and he was clearly grappling.

Spiderman had been the way he dealt with losing his uncle but in Peter’s current mind frame, it was also the reason he lost his aunt. He had nothing left to fall back on now that he had given up being Spiderman.

So Peter had come up with a way to handle things which while wasn’t ideal, shouldn’t be treated as if he was completely in the wrong.

Tony was the adult. That meant it was up to him to steer Peter in the right direction, provide him a healthy outlet to talk about his feelings and his pain, and to deal with his struggles.

“Is Peter awake, F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“He is, sir.”

It was past midnight but if the kid was awake… Or perhaps, he should let the kid cool off? God, he rubbed his face. He had no precedent on the best way to deal with a teenager. He didn’t realise handling just one could be this exhausting.

Tony knocked and waited but when no answer was forthcoming, he opened the door. Peter was half propped on his bed with headphones on his ears. The second he saw Tony walked in, he sat, turned off the music and took the headphones off.

“I’m sorry,” the words tumbled of out his mouth. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier, Mr. Stark.”

“Emotions were running high,” Tony said, stepping in.

“Are you – Um… Are you here to tell me that – that you’ve withdrawn the petition…?”

“Come again?” Tony frowned. He pulled the roller chair from Peter’s study table and sat in front of him on the bed.

“I – I was rude,” Peter stared at his hands. “I’m sorry. I really am. Please, Mr. Stark, I’d rather you be my guardian than someone else.”

Tony could only stare at the kid.

“Peter,” he said, placing a finger under Peter’s chin to nudge his head up until he was looking at him. “You’re my responsibility which means I’ll see it through. I’m not the kind of person to throw in the towel just ‘cause you said something that’s rude and out of line. That’s part of the deal. You’re going to have emotional outburst. You’re going to be angry with me at some point over something and I’m going to find myself frustrated beyond belief but we’re not gonna quit on each other, kid. Hate to break it to you but you’re stuck with me.”

“O – Okay. I won’t quit on you, Mr. Stark. I won’t.”

“That’s good to know, underoos. There’s going to be consequences and punishments for when you step out of line but you don’t ever have to worry about me walking out and leaving you to dry. Understand?”

“Yes,” Peter nodded.  

“Good. Okay, good,” Tony released a breath. He rubbed the back of his head, trying to formulate his thoughts. “I’ve thought about what you want and I’m not here to tell you I’ve changed my mind. I haven’t. But I feel that I owe it to you to explain the reason I’m against it. You’re not a kid for me to say no to and expect you to fall in line. You deserve an explanation, and you’re old enough, Peter, to be able to think about it and understand it.”

“I – okay, I guess,” Peter nodded.

Tony learnt a long time ago that people would either listen to logic or emotion, or a balance of both. He had appealed to the logical side of Peter earlier but the boy had been so upset that it left little impact and since Peter tended to be impulsive, reacting on how he feel, the emotional angle would be better suited.

“Alright,” Tony offered a smile. “You were right, Pete. Some people do drink to forget and dull the pain, I’m one of them. Not proud of it. I still do it on some days when it gets too much but Pepper’s there to keep me in check and lately, it’s you too. Sometimes I’ll be in my workshop for hours. Working means I won’t be thinking about whatever it is that’s upsetting me. Ask anyone out there and they’ll tell you a thousand and one coping mechanism. Yours used to be being Spiderman, isn’t it?”

Peter was shaking his head vehemently. “No, Mr. Stark, you’re not going to talk me into becoming him again. I won’t do it.”

Tony chuckled. “I’m not. What I said earlier still stands. It’s your decision and I respect it.”

“So – So why can’t you do the same when I asked if I can have Dr. Strange or Wanda to help me.”

“Because forgetting is not the answer, Peter,” Tony said. “Maybe you don’t see it now but that pain and the loss will shape you. All these experiences will make you into the person you’ll be. It’s a part of you and it’s not something you should run from. I get it, kid, right now, it feels like nothing you do will ever make you feel okay again. But … You’ll learn to draw strength from your struggles. Draw courage to forge your life in their memory, if nothing else.”

Tony steeled himself. He wasn’t good at having conversation or doing any sort of consoling for that matter. May would have done this so he would have to step up and fill that void that she left behind.

“I don’t think you understand, Mr. Stark. Maybe you’ve forgotten the pain that comes from loss. I don’t want to feel that pain anymore. It’s sharp and it – it’s stabbing me right here,” his hand fluttered to his chest. “Some nights, when it’s quiet and I’m alone, I think about that day when the aliens attacked and I think about May, and it’s so bad I feel like I can’t breathe. It’s a – it’s a hole that I can’t fill. Then I – I tried not to think about it. I tried to think of when she’s happy, like when we have Thai for dinner during her birthdays but I can’t! I kept seeing her pale and bruised and lifeless. I’m scared that’s the only thing I’ll remember about her.”

Peter choked, his lips trembling and his hands were shaking. Tony did the very thing he should have done a long time ago. Maneuvering himself so he was now sitting at the edge of the bed next to Peter, he drew the kid into his embrace. Peter collapsed against him, his face pressed against Tony’s shoulder as his fingers dug and pulled into the shirt on Tony’s back.

The last time Tony had held him this way, May was still fighting and Peter had soaked through his shirt with tears.

“Let it all out,” he said gently. He hadn’t seen Peter cry since the night May died. This breakdown was passed due. “It’s okay, Peter. It’s just you and me, buddy.”

“I want the pain to – to go away so I can be… ” he trailed, his words muffled against Tony’s shoulder.

“So you can be you again?” Tony asked, adjusting his grip on the boy. “Here’s the thing, kid, you’re the only thing Mary and Richard Parker left behind. You’re the only living legacy of Ben and May Parker. You’re the only one left alive. If you repress those memories, they’ll be lost, Peter. We will all remember May, of course, but you’re the only one left who truly knows her. You have intimate memories of your aunt that no one else in this world has. You know I’m right, Pete. Who are you without them, kid? Who are you without those people who raised you and loved you? You’re not gonna be the same without them in your memories – good or bad – cause there won’t be anything in here,” Tony clasped the back of his head.

“I’m the only Parker left…” Peter breathed out.

“Damn right.”

“How long will I feel this way?” he asked.

“Wish I have an answer to that, Pete. But I don’t. It’s going to sting when you think of them. Always. It’s going to hurt when your birthday rolls around, when you graduate, when you do something big and they’re not there to see it. There’ll be bad days, but there’ll be better days too. I promise. Hey listen, if one day you wake up and feel like shit ‘cause it’s May’s birthday and she’s not here for you to throw a party for, that’s okay. You’re allowed to feel that way. But you gotta know that I’m going to be here to catch you each time. You’re not alone.”

Tony felt him nodding against his chest. The tight grasp on the back of Tony’s shirt loosened slightly, but Peter remained slumped against him and Tony held him. It didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable. It felt natural to comfort this kid who was upset. Tony looked down at him, smiling a little. Peter was going to be in his life permanently from now on and the thought didn’t scare the living daylight out of him like it would have ten or twenty years ago.

Tony didn’t even think about it when he dropped a kiss on top of Peter’s head.

“You’re okay, buddy,” he patted his back. “You have to talk to someone. You can’t suppress all this until it explodes. I’ll arrange something for you.”

Peter looked up with tear stained face.

“Like a - a therapist?”

“Yeah, a therapist. It’ll be someone I trust, okay? I already know someone. You can tell her everything including your Spiderman activities if you want to. Whatever you tell her, she’ll keep it between the both of you. I should have done this for you a long time ago. My mistake, Pete.”

“Thanks, Mr. Stark. I – I guess I’ll give it a shot.”

Peter didn’t sound convinced although to be fair, when Pepper had suggested a therapist to him years ago, Tony hadn’t been convinced either.

“I see - so that’s the Lego you built with Ned today,” Tony pointed out.

“Yeah,” Peter nodded and Tony finally got a smile out of him.

Tony didn’t immediately leave the room and Peter didn’t look like he was going to fall asleep any time soon so they spent it talking. Tony told him of a restaurant he wanted to take Peter and Pepper to for dinner one day, Peter talked about visiting the Compound to spend time with the Avengers, they talked about the new upcoming school term and getting Peter’s particulars updated and he even asked if giving up Spiderman meant Peter wasn’t keen on helping him around the workshop with Iron Man suit upgrades anymore.

“Of course not, Mr. Stark!” Peter said, appalled. “I’m not against superheroes. Don’t know where you’re getting this idea,” he muttered to which Tony laughed. “I’ll help. I want to.”

When Tony finally stepped out of Peter’s room, he came face to face with Pepper.

“What are you doing up?”

“You didn’t come to bed at all, did you?” she asked, studying him. “I woke up and the bed was empty. F.R.I.D.A.Y told me where you are. I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay. Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know, Pepper,” he admitted truthfully. “We’re working on it.”

“You look exhausted, Tony.”

He could feel the exhaustion in his bones, too. Pepper opened her arms and he readily stepped into her embrace, much like it was with Peter earlier. He let his head fall onto her shoulder, more than content to just stand there outside Peter’s room, safe in Pepper’s warm hug. He inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo and the familiarity of having her around grounded him.  

“Come to bed and tell me what happened?”

“Yeah, okay,” he agreed tiredly.

Tony's learning how to deal with Peter and how to navigate his role as his guardian. How do you think he's doing?

[chimfires]

BTS snapping at their s/o accidentally

Jin

As you entered the door after a long day of work, you smiled as you saw the boys scattered about. It was finally a day where you could stay at the dorms with them, after their insanely hectic schedule. You could smell food coming from the kitchen, and you realized how hungry you actually were. 

“Hey y/n” rap mon said from the sofa, you waved, dropping your bag and walking over to the kitchen. You ruffled Jungkook’s hair on the way, and he huffed, attempting to fix it.. You crept into the kitchen, seeing Jin working at the stove. You smiled to yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hobi the food isn’t done” he said in frustration. you stifled a giggle, looking up at him.

“I’m gonna have to talk to Hobi about being touchy with my man now aren’t I?” you said. He smiled, quickly trying to face you, but his hand hit the scolding hot pan in the process.

“FUCK!” he yelled, jumping back, causing you to let go.

“shit baby let me help..” you said, reaching for his hand but he snatched it back, burning it once more.

“y/n.. get the fuck out of my face… you’ve helped enough” he growled. You felt yourself tense up. Jin never cursed at you. You looked over, and saw the six boys watching you with their mouths hanging open. Refusing to let yourself cry in front of them, you swiftly walked to the living room, grabbing your bag, and heading home. 

A few hours later, after feeling like absolute shit, you heard a knock at the door. Puffy eyed, you opened it and saw Jin standing there with a Tupperware container in his non bandaged hand, and flowers in the other. You leaned against the door frame, staring him down. 

“What?” you said, in an almost inaudible voice. He melted at the sight of you, almost not being able to let words out.

“I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.. and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.. I swear I won’t do it again..” he whispered.You chewed on your bottom lip, and saw tears weld in his eyes. You broke, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek.

“it’s okay.. come inside..” you whispered. He softly kissed you, accepting your invitation inside.

Suga

You smiled, happy at yourself with what you had done. Yoongi was at practice, and you managed to clean his studio. It was a disaster with the upcoming comeback. You sorted all of his papers, filing them all onto his desk in folders. You made sure everyone’s lines was sorted, songs were sorted by track number and color coded. Took his trash out, dusted, swept, the whole nine yards. Organized cd’s, flash drives, everything. anything to make yoongi’s life easier. You knew the environment was becoming a lot for him. You just wanted to make him happy. You ordered take out, and waited for him to stumble into the door, because he was coming to work in the studio after dance. It was simply meant to be a time you two spent together. As you heard the door creak open, you watched as an already exhausted yoongi walked in. You watched as his face contoured into an expression you didn’t expect. He looked angry. Infuriated. 

“what did you do..” he said.

“I cleaned up for you…. I know you were complaining that you needed to clean up.. so I did it for you..” you said, in almost a whisper. 

“What.. did… you… do..” he said. You stood silent.

“I had everything placed specifically a certain way! What the hell would possess you to do this!!!” he yelled. You stood dumbfounded. 

“Yoongi i-im sorry I only wanted to help….” you said.

“just.. get out of here please. I have to sort this mess you made.” he spat. You rose silently, walking out of the building. You stood outside, feeling confused, and guilty. While you did that, yoongi realized what you had done, and felt guilty immediately. You had made it easier for him, leaving little post it notes on the computer, indicating what meant what, and what color was assigned to whom. He also saw the bag of take out, and sighed. He ran outside, hoping to catch you before you got too far. 

“y/n..” he said breathlessly. You turned around, seeing him crouched over trying to catch his breath.

“i’m sorry… come here..” he whispered, taking you in his arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just stressed.. I shouldn’t have come at you.. you were trying to help me.. I love you.. thank you.. lets go eat..” he whispered, softly kissing you. You followed, slightly confused, slightly happy. 

J Hope

You were frustrated. Hobi hadn’t been home in hours. This was a reoccurring thing. The comeback was slowly approaching, so he spent countless hours in the dance room. He was constantly out, leaving early, returning late. You genuinely missed him. He wasn’t only your boyfriend, but your best friend. You sat on the sofa, fighting sleep to see him at least once. Hour ticked by. 12 Am. 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM. He walked into the door at nearly 4 in the morning. You sat up, and he sighed, taking his shoes off. 

“Hi baby..” you said, making your way over to him. He took his jacket off, not uttering a word. It was the first time you’d seen him in a while. You just wanted to hug him. You took the jacket from him, placing it on the sofa, and wrapped your arms around him. He pushed you off, with glaring at you.

“Geez you’re so clingy. I just got here and I’m tired” he said. You were dumbfounded, but mostly hurt. 

:Well. Sorry for being clingy. I just missed my boyfriend, and wanted to fucking see him so I stood up till almost 4 in the morning to see him. Sorry that I fucking missed you.” you said, tears burning your eyes. You made your way to your room, laying in bed. He went to the shower, and you heard him cursing under his breath. Tears slowly trickled down your cheek as he crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. You sniffled, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just tired with the come back.. I didn’t mean it.. you know i love when you’re all over me…” he whispered in your ear. You remained silent. He softly kissed your shoulder and you melted against him. 

“I missed you too..” he whispered in your ear. 

Namjoon

Your boyfriend was always pranking you. Always. You decided to mess with him. You stored all of his tracks onto a USB, Triple checking to make sure it was all okay. You slipped it into your pocket, and deleted it from his computer. He walked in, sweetly kissing you and you toyed with your hands

“Joon.. I don’t know what I clicked.. but I accidentally deleted something off your laptop..” you whispered. He paled immediately. 

“not the tracks.. please tell me it wasn’t the tracks..” he whispered. You remained silent. He moved you to the side, seeing that they were gone.

“y/N WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled. You jumped, not expecting that.

“I worked for weeks on this shit! Why the fuck did you touch my shit! How could you do something so idiotic!” he yelled. His voice boomed in the enclosed room. You felt small suddenly, tossing him the flash drive.

“it’s on here.. It was a prank…” you whispered, walking out of the room nearly in tears. He sighed, following you out. You locked yourself in the bathroom trying to calm down. He could hear your hiccup sobs from the other side of the door.

“baby i’m sorry.. please come out..” he said. You made your way out, arms crossed, sniffling. 

“You yelled at me..” you whispered, near tears again. He took you in his arms, trying to calm you down.

“i”m sorry baby..” he says.

Jimin

You were beyond excited. It was weeks of countless stress, studying and worry. You got your grades from your final exams. You passed! You literally ran to where your boyfriend was, in the dance hall working on dances for the comeback. You couldn’t contain your excitement.

“Jimin guess what!” you squealed.

“Not now” he mumbled.

“really quick baby I have great news!” You squealed. He glared at you, but you were still giddy and excited. 

“I said not now! I’m busy!” he yelled. You took a step back, trying to figure out who he was talking to. You shoved the paper in his chest, becoming angry like he was and walking out. When he would get home he would feel bad, seeing you on the sofa with your arms crossed, clearly upset. He crawled next to you, laying his head on your lap and not letting you push him off. 

“i’m sorry… I was rude.. Congratulations jagii.. you passed..” he said. You stared forward, ignoring him. He sat up, pulling you onto his lap, and placing his plump lips on yours, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist. You kissed back happily, and he smiled.

“Let’s go celebrate” he said, picking you up and taking you to the bedroom and you started dying. 

V/Taehyung

As you dropped off the last bag, you felt satisfied. You and your boyfriend decided to donate to the less fortunate. You both donated a bunch of clothes, as well as some money to help those in need. You went home, and saw your home in a war zone.

“Where is it!!!!!” you heard your boyfriend yell. You tiptoed over shoes, and sweaters, careful not to step on anything.

“baby?” you asked, looking into your bedroom.

“I can’t find it!” he yelled

“my sweater! my favorite sweater!” he yelled. You sat there, completely and utterly confused. Then you realized that it must have been at the top of the donations pile. Tae had the habit of throwing things in random piles, so you assumed it was for donations.

“… it wasn’t the black one with the grey writing on the front was it..” you asked.

“yes! have you seen it?” he asked.

“baby.. don’t get mad.. I assumed it was donations… It was in the pile-” you started

“What the fuck y/n!” he yelled.

“it’s not my fault you throw your shit around!” you yelled back. You stormed off into the living room, cleaning up. After he calmed down, he pulled you close to him on the sofa.

:im sorry.. it was my fault.. it’s going to someone in need.. you still love me right?” he teased. You huffed, looking at him.

“Sadly.” you responded. He showered you with kisses, and you smiled, feeling 1000000x better.

Jungkook

You sat in the kitchen, working on an assignment when you heard the front door shut. Your favorite time of day. Your boyfriend, Jungkook was finally home. It was really busy for the both of you lately. School had started again, so you were constantly studying, and his comeback was slowly creeping up, so he was always at practice, and rarely home. You missed him, and rarely got to see him. You were only lucky this time because you were up late to finish something. You walked into the living room, and saw him elevating his leg.

“What happened?” you asked, softly kissing him. 

“I fell at practice.” he groaned. you tried fixing the pillow, but he moved away. You ignored it, walking to the kitchen and getting him an ice pack.

“my poor baby.. do you want something for the pain?” you asked. 

“I’m fine. You’re acting like my mom” he said. You frowned, trying to put the ice pack on his leg. He moved away once again.

“I said i”m fine!” he yelled. You looked at him, irritation taking over.

“You bust your ass, I’m not the one who hurt you. Stop acting like a dick” you said, throwing the ice pack at his chest. You stormed out, and he sighed. Your attitude was the craziest thing he had experienced, but it was his favorite thing about you. You didn’t take shit from anyone. He felt guilty immediately, letting his pride get the best of him when you were only trying to help. You shut your laptop, going to bed. He hopped over, laying next to you and pulling you onto his chest.

“You’re sexy when you’re mad” he teased.

“Do you want another bad leg?” you asked. He grinned, softly kissing you.

“I’m sorry.. you were trying to help.. thank you babyyyyy” he said gooffily, trying to kiss you up.

“Jungkook you need to watch yourself.” you said. He continued kissing on you, eventually making you give in. 

“I love you..” he whispered.

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So... hi

So, I’m here on tumblr again. I haven’t been on this site in years, not since high school. If you’re reading this because you’re still following me, then thanks I guess? If not, then you’re probably reading this because you looked up the tag for what I’m here to talk about. I just went through one of the most harrowing experiences in recent memory, which seems weird for me to say considering I’m talking about a video game, but it’s true. And I just needed to talk about it.

Doki Doki Literature Club

If you recognize that name, if you played it, or even just heard about it, that name probably sent chills down you’re spine. It’s a small visual novel that’s free on steam, and it took the video game world by storm, and much of the surrounding world. Mainly because it’s incredibly horrific.

SPOILERS AHEAD-If you still want to play the game for yourself, you should probably stop reading. Scroll as fast as you can, I’ll try to not put spoilers in bold so you can be on your merry way. This is a long one.

So, for those of you who are still here; because you played the game already, you don’t care about spoilers, or you’re just really curious, let’s get into it.

A few disclaimers

I have actually not played through the entire game myself. Because I didn’t want to. I don’t like horror, at all. I played through the entirety of Act 1, and I have seen other people play Acts 2, 3 and 4. After Act 1, I removed the game from my computer and refused to play more. Because I knew what would happen.

Let’s clear up a few misconceptions about the game first.

There are only two endings.

And neither are good. There’s the Normal Ending, and the “Special” Ending and there’s basically no difference. In the Special Ending, you collect all the pretty pictures, you get a message from the dev, and there are a few minor changes near the end. But that’s it. Sayori still hangs herself at the end of Act 1; Yuri still kills herself and Monika deletes her and Natsuki at the end of Act 2; you still have to delete Monika in Act 3; and Sayori still goes crazy and Monika deletes the whole game in Act 4. There are a couple of small glitchy endings as well, but they are debatably worse. If you want to learn how to get any of these endings, look it up, this isn’t a fucking walk through.

Now if you haven’t noticed, I’m a little upset

From the moment I first saw this game, I knew this was different from any other dating sim. There were some odd moments here and there in Act 1 that make you wonder, but the main thing for me that stood out was that all of the characters feel like real people. I’m not joking. They felt like real people with fears, opinions and flaws, and I actually really loved all of them. And that makes what came afterwards even more heartbreaking and horrifying.

Some notes and thoughts about the characters:

Natsuki

She is debatably the least interesting character, besides the protagonist.She’s a classic tsundere that likes cute things. There’s of course more to her than that, as I stated above, but she’s not particularly un-normal I guess. She has a few complexes and it’s heavily implied her father is abusive, but there’s not much more then that. One thing that caught my attention though, is her second poem. She talks about how people can sometimes be shunned because they like something weird. The way she talks about it suggests she has first hand experience, but there isn’t really anything in the game that suggests what that interest may be. The only thing I can think of is maybe it’s that she likes manga, but that’s not exactly very uncommon. Especially when it’s directly compared to Yuri’s strange habit, which is definitely very strange. This makes me think that there’s more to Natsuki then I’ve found, but maybe I’m just imagining it. Maybe it’s about manga.

Monika

I just... if you really want to know, play the game. In Act 3 when you talk to Monika in her “room” just keep going through the dialogue until you’re bored. You’ll learn everything you want to know and more.

Monika is clearly a very interesting character I just don’t think I could really add anything else.

Yuri

I actually really liked Yuri at first. She wasn’t my favorite, but I did like her a lot. She’s adorable in Act 1, but less adorable in Act 2. I don’t think I’m gonna get into that, but believe me when I say that it’s bad. She’s probably the girl that’s most insane. So instead of talking about what happens in game, I’m gonna share with you a little something that I found out when looking into this game. In the game files, under Yuri’s name is a file that is encrypted. When unencrypted it’s reveled to be an anonymous note from a girl describing how and why she murdered a woman during her first year of college. And the answer to the why is plain curiosity. It’s not explicitly stated that Yuri wrote this note, but that is obviously the conclusion you’re supposed to draw. I’m not entirely convinced that Yuri wrote this, because the writing style doesn’t really sound like her, they’re are some details that don’t really line up with what we know about Yuri, but I suppose they plausibly could. 

But I could definitely see Yuri killing a woman out of simple curiosity and that’s the worst part. I don’t know if there’s a name for this or something, but I think there’s this, mental condition I guess you could call it, when you read books or indulge in other forms of fiction way more than you actually talk or interact with real people. You get to the point where real life and fiction feel more or less the same. Real life doesn’t feel anymore real, and fiction doesn’t feel any more fake. And usually you play a superficial part in both, as a passive observer. I know this, because I’m like this. It was really surreal for me reading that note because I resonated with a lot of it, which is weird and disturbing when it’s about a girl planning and committing murder. To be fair though, Yuri is a lot more involved in fiction then I ever was and most of her reading is on the more fucked up side.

Sayori

You might have guessed this, but Sayori was my favorite. She’s just so friendly and adorable and cares so much. And I knew she was depressed. She had a forced happiness about her that was very telling, and I was rolling my eyes at my own character for missing the obvious. I feel stupid thinking about it now, but I thought I could save her. I really did. I though they’re had to be some choice, some path that would let me save her. But there’s not. There was nothing I could do and there’s nothing you can do either. Sayori will always die. That was what I hated most about this game.

I don’t think it was a bad decision, I don’t think the game is ruined because of it. In a very fucked up way it teaches a very harsh but important lesson. Sometimes shit happens, and there was nothing you could have done to change that. Nothing. I’m not a very naive or idealistic person. I don’t think the world is or even can be perfect, and it takes a lot to get to me. You might not believe me after this rant, but just trust me on this. But this fucked me up. In a lot of ways. Ways I can’t even begin to describe.

One more disclaimer for the road

I don’t think this is a bad game. It’s not my favorite game by any means because I don’t normally like things that make me feel like shit. Just wanted to state that this isn’t a hate message towards the game, the dev or people who like the game.

Well, that’s all for me. I need to go make an equation sheet for a test and take a shower. If you got through all this mess, congrats I guess. I hope you found it interesting.