#I’m already dying pls stop killing me like this

[captainpikeachu]

*pterodactyl screech*

*throws up*

*collapses to the floor*

*ceases to function*

also I swear to god if this is Keiko watching Lee sacrifice himself or something to get the girls home, I will actually die

God pls let this tragic polycule have some kind of happy ending with each other, don’t reunite them just to break them apart again 😭

#I’m already dying pls stop killing me like this #keiko miura #lee shaw #monarch legacy of monsters #monarch legacy of monsters spoilers

[lappel-du-vide83]

Also getting back to the manhwas train I finally read debut or die which was?? Not at all like I was expecting?? But anyways, here are just my reactions (often kinda random) but I hope you read through and can figure out what's going on while finding it funny!

Also don't ask me which chapter it starts at because brother in arms I don't know either

EUGENE IS SO FUNNY

[VTIC Cheongryeo sunbae-nim: Call me if you feel like dying ^^]

- LMFAOOOO what

didn’t know where this dogsh*t idea came from. Does his pituitary produce saliva instead of hormones? It was fortunate that he was the type to be impressed by trivial interpersonal relationships.

- woah what went straight for the jugular

I never thought that the situation where I cried for the first time in nearly 7 years would be live in front of a camera with 13,000 people.

- AND AIN'T AFRAID TO CRY

- OR TREAT HIS MAMA RIGHT

“You didn’t have a trashy attitude back then, Moondae. You just worked hard even though you were sick. Chungwoo hyung was worried too.”

- Oml

[We have to lose!]

- Bless cha Eugene's heart

-- HE'S SAYING IT IN ENG

Hey, that’s scary. I’m scared.’

- Behold the intelligence of mcs

The company’s internal network structure is derived from T1.’

- HOLY SHIT THIS GUY'S DEDUCTING SKILLS IS CRAZY

- Have you considered a career in

- Forensic?

He also gave very American advice.

- LMFAO

I cheered as I reviewed the ten-day seclusion plan.

- FR

- secluded for 10 days sounds like the DREAM

‘I am so f*cking uncomfortable with it, you bastard.’

- Leave the poor man alone 😭

-- Is this..?

-- THE KIDNAPPING???

(- WHAT

Why don’t you try to commit suicide?”

- CRAZY BASTARD

-- He is now the kidnapper

--- Kidnappee turn kidnapper

Because I beat the sh*t out of him.”

- Amen

It’s okay. I won.”

- HELL YEAH YOU DID

The fact that I was injured enough to go to the hospital was funnier.

- WHAT STOP

- HE COLLAPSED

- WTF

- PLS REST

--

HE'S ACTUALLY SO MANIPULATIVE

-- USING THE SKILL

-- SUBTLY CHANGING THEIR THOUGHTS IT'S CRAZY

---

DO YOU REALLY WANNA WORK THAT HARD

Arent you drinking too much

- ONG was not expecting this to actually be a problem

You look tired these days!”

- OMG HE _IS_ AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR

--

Oh no he got a SURPRISE BDAY PARTY

-- Woah so his actual one is 8 dec??

-- That's awfully close

---

WATCHING RED PANDAS IN THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM

--- SAUR CUTE

----

HIS GRANDMA IS AN OPP

---- I'M SORRY IT'S REALLY MEAN BUT GET IT TOGETHER GIRL

---- OMG CHA YUJIN INSISTING THAT HE STAY

---- URGHHH MY HEART

Self criticism should be done during spare time not when it's a nuisance

- I respect this man so much

like a brainless idiot

- STOP

- YOU ARE SMART

- AND AMAZING

- YOU JUST GIVE 200% AT THE WRONG TIMES

--

AW OMG HE CARES SO MUCH

-- BLESS RAEBIN

-- EVERYONE ACTUALLY

-- THEY ARE THERE FOR EACH OTHER SO MUCH

- - -

Woah wait so they're aiming for a Moondae is the the same person as bae sejin feel??

--- I am INVESTED in the mv lore

It doesn't matter if it was worse this time

- NO

- IT'S ALREADY SO BAD

- THE RECOIL SHOULD NOT GET WORSE

- THAT'S RIGHT SLEEP MORE

- JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE BACCHUAS DOESN MEAN YOU DONT NEED SLEEO

--

OH NO

-- THE ACCIDENT

-- STOP

-- ARGHHH

-- WILL YOU REST PLEASE

-- OH THANK FUCK

---

WAIT

--- NO

--- NONONONO

--- STOP

--- NOT ALLT HE WAY BACK

--- Daydream??

( how desparate he is)

- OH MY FUCKING GOD

- SHOULD I JUMP OFFF

- NO

- OMG

- NO

--

OMG THIS REALISATION is Tearing me APART

rapid prayers in spanish

- the angst here is killing me

--

THANK GOD FOR NECTAR

-- 18 DAY COMA

OMFG

-- CHA YUJIN IS SAUR CUTE

-- BRIBED HIM WITH TANGEIRNES

-- HE'S SORRY

-- HE IS FORGIVEN

-- CHA YUJIN KEEPING QUIET ABOUT VTIC

-- AND BLACKMAILING MOONDAE

-- SO ADORABLE

---

FUNDRAISING

--- He's actually so sweet

--- PLS EVERYONE WAS CRYING

"do you think I'm some kind of sociopath"

- SEJIN NO

- THEYRE FRIENDS <333

- PLEASE I NEED THEM TO BE HAPPY

--

So the system is actively trying to help him??

---

TSRANDED ARC!!

--- Lights out :0

--- SAVE THE CHICKENS

--- The secret door is so ominous

--- Horror arc

--- OMG MOONDAE GOING wtf do I do??

--- SO REALL

--- WAS SO SCARED FOR A SECOND

----

THE MEETING

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- AHHHHHH

---- DID HE RUN AWAY???

---- I'M SO CONFUSED

---- BUT RGW IN THIS CONTEXT IS SO SWEET

HE TRIED TO COMMIT DEATH

- WHAT

- WHAT THE FUCK

- HUH

- IT ENDED LIKE THAT????

- No more abnormalities???

- WHAT

--

:OO A CONVO WITH OG PMD

Ah the need to be in control of every situation

- So valid

AND THEN MY TEXTS JUST END THERE SO...

anyways hope you had a laugh

And I really hope this fandom gets so much bigger than it is now :)

#debut or die #park moondae #thoughts #book review #reaction

[joedirtymadre]

GIRLIE OMGGG THAT TOGE FIC WAS ABSOLUTELY BANGER I'M DYING😭😭 I'VE LOST ALL MY SELF RESPECT AND HAVE COME TO WORSHIP YOU AND YOUR WRITING🧎‍♀️🛐

CAN THEE REQUEST AGAIN AND FOR OUR SHY SWEET BABY YUUTA GOING ON A DATE W US🫶🫶 FEEL FREE TO REJECT TY AND LOVE YOUU‼️

First Date

YUTA X READER. FLUFF. (Thank you so much 🥹. AND YES I CAN. But pls keep sending more requests I really do get excited when you guys send them 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

I looked into the mirror, “Don’t you think this is too much…?” I questioned myself as I looked at the date outfit Nobara helped me put together. “Nah, you look hot!” Nobara said with a thumbs up. I looked at the outfit, I was wearing a purple low v-neck halter top, with a white tennis skirt. She also let me borrow some cute sandals she had, and a lot of matching jewelry. “What’s wrong? You don’t look too sure,” Nobara pouted. “N-No don’t get me wrong, the outfit is beautiful… but I don’t think it’s my style,” I pointed out. “Hmmm… I guess you do have a point… Yuta is already so blushy blushy around you in just your uniform. Maybe this as a first date outfit might just kill him,” Nobara joked. “Stop it, and I think I’ll just change into some jeans and throw a sweatshirt over it, plus some sneakers cause what if we’re walking all day?” I pointed out. “Pretty good points, but I think I know what to put you in,” Nobara smirked.

“Oh wow! Nobara, this is so cute!” I smiled as I spun around. (You can think of any outfit you’d like, but for the story I’ll be using the image down below 🫡) “I’m glad you like it, but all I’m saying is that if I were asked on a date I would’ve dressed so hot he would’ve died the second he laid his eyes on me,” Nobara smirked. “Maybe it’s a good thing you haven’t been asked on a date yet… you might end up on the most wanted watch list,” I joked while grabbing my blue handbag. Nobara rolled my eyes and followed me to her door. “Alright I have to go! Or else I’ll be late!” I said as I ran off to the campus stairs.

I made it! I looked down the stairs to see Yuta already waiting. “Yuta!” I called out and rushed down the stairs. “Hey (Y/N),” he smiled. I made it to the last step, but before stepping down I tripped over my own foot. “Ah-“ I let out while falling forward. “(Y/N)!” Yuta said and quickly ran over to catch me. Yuta wrapped his arms around me and quickly caught me before I could hit the ground. “Ah… t-thanks Yuta,” I blushed as I looked up to face him. “N-No problem, I just didn't want you to g-get hurt,” he stuttered, while quickly letting go of me. “Thanks,” I smiled. “So what’d you have planned for today?” I asked. “Ah, well… I thought some ramen would be good to start with,” he said. “Ooh! Yeah ramen sounds perfect right now!” I cheered and led the way to the train station.

“That really hit the spot, huh Yuta?” I asked. “Mhmm, now there was a place I wanted to go to…” he trailed off as he looked around the street. I tilted my head in confusion. “There it is!” He said as he grabbed my hand and we ran over to the mysterious place he mentioned. Suddenly he stopped and I looked up and realized that we stopped in front of a flower shop. “Oh wow! Flowers!” I smiled. “Yeah, I have something I need to pick up,” he blushed. “You do?” I asked. “Yeah, wait right here… just for a second!” He said as he ran in. I shrugged my shoulders and looked across the street to see an older couple walking together holding hands. “That’s nice…” I smiled. I began turning my gaze back to the flower shop to check if Yuta was out, until I heard someone scream. I flipped my head back towards the couple, and noticed a man fighting the older woman for her purse. “Hey!” I yelled and began to run over. Before I could reach the man, he pushed the older woman and ran off. I watched as her husband quickly knelt down to tend to her. “I’ll get him! I swear!” I yelled and took off over the guy. I ran as fast as I could towards the man, I watched as he took a turn into a small alley. I slowly approached the alley, making sure he wasn’t about to jump out and attack me. I then saw a head peep from behind a dumpster. I heard him scoff, “It’s just a high schooler…” he laughed as he walked out. “Now run off girly, before you get hurt. Just needed some quick cash, it shouldn’t concern you,” he said as he tried walking away. “Hey! I ain’t letting you leave with that purse!” I yelled. “And what are you gonna do about it?” He chuckled as he turned back. He rushed over to me, and I got in stance ready to fight back, but before I could land a punch the dumpster was thrown towards the man. Throwing him against the wall, knocking him out. “What the-?” I cut myself off, as I felt a scary presence. I turned around and saw Yuta. “Yuta!” I said and ran over. “Are you ok?” He asked, but before I could answer he pulled into a hug. “God… I got scared…” he said as he slightly trembled against me. “Yuta, I’m ok… plus you know I can handle myself,” I smiled and looked up to face him. “I know, but… I should be the one protecting you, especially when you’re with me,” he said as he had a serious look on his face. “You wanna be my superhero?” I giggled. “N-No… not like that, but… I just want to make sure you’re safe. I’d rather get hurt than you,” he smiled. I felt my cheeks heat up, “O-Okay,” I said softly. “Now let’s go take that woman’s purse back,” he said. I nodded and we quickly went to retrieve the bag.

While walking back to the couple I realized something… “Hey Yuta? Where’s your flowers?” I asked. “About that… I dropped them the second I saw you run off…” he sighed. “Oh… were they for someone important?” I asked. “Umm… yeah, they were someone really special,” he sighed again. “Oh, I’m sorry! I’ll buy you some new ones,” I said nervously. “No, that's fine,” he smiled. “Hello!” We turned our attention towards the unfamiliar voice. We looked up and noticed the older woman from earlier. “We got your purse back!” I said, and handed her the bag. “Oh thank you so much, both of you!” She smiled. “And we made sure to call the police, we’d hate to have that happen to you again,” Yuta said. “Where’s your husband?” I asked. “He’s coming, he said he saw something on the floor and went to go pick it up,” she explained. “I see, well I’m glad you’re ok. That was a nasty fall,” I pointed out. “I may not look like it, but I’m one tough cookie. Just ask my husband,” the woman laughed. She quickly turned around, “Oh there he is,” she said. We looked over and noticed him carrying a bouquet of wildflowers. “The bouquet!” Yuta said in shock as the man walked up to us. “I saw you drop these, and I assumed that you were with our friend here,” he said as he looked over towards me. “Thank you!” He said as he grabbed the bouquet from the older man. “No problem, and thank you for helping us,” the man said, as he shook our hands. “We really appreciate it, and also you two really deserve each other. Going off to help a stranger, and you going off to back her up. Not a lot of people like that anymore,” the woman winked. I felt my face blow up, and I looked over to see Yuta also has a cherry face. “Th-Thank you miss,” I smiled. We said our goodbyes and headed our own way.

“What a crazy first date, huh?” I laughed as we walked up the stairs. “It was,” Yuta chuckled. “So happy you got the flowers, that person is super lucky,” I smiled. “(Y/N)… they’re for you,” he laughed. I turned around quickly, and stared at him in disbelief. “Well I was hoping to surprise you with flowers when I walked out of the flower shop, but…” he laughed. “They’re for me?” I asked, still in disbelief. “Well… I was hoping we’d be in a more romantic setting, but I was hoping if this date went well then…” he trailed off. “Then?” I encouraged him. “Then I was planning on asking you to be my girlfri-“ I cut him off. “Yes!” I said as I pounced on him. He caught me, but the flowers flew everywhere. “The flowers!” He panicked. “It’s ok, Yuta,” I smiled. “But how are you going to remember our first date?” He asked. “I got an idea,” I smiled as I cupped his face. Before he could get another word in, I pulled him into a soft kiss. I felt him tense up, but quickly relaxed and deepened it. We finally pulled away and stared at each other, slowly trying to catch our breath. “T-That can work,” Yuta stuttered. I laughed, before pulling him in for another kiss.

The outfit I had in mind 💅

#anime fanfic #fanfic #fluff #x reader #request #reqs open #anime #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk yuta #yuta okkotsu #yuta x reader #yuta x y/n #yuta x you #jjk yuuta #yuuta okkotsu x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu x reader #jujutsu yuta

[moonlight-blue-rose]

Continuing with my screaming for the 1863rd round, so SPOILERS + this one is a little long

Ch 288:

Kdj petting yjh's head ahhhhesophjeapgsh

Good, it's the least he deserved after kdj broke his spirit in the last chapter

And Gabriel being reminded of herself and Uriel?? Pls tell me more, I'm listening

Pffff, I didn't expect this XD yjh completely obediently eating the soil lmaoooooo

Oh, but you don’t have the heart to kill your favourite protagonist, do you? You don’t have the heart to kill the person you’ve come to know and love

*vibrating in my seat* *sees the next chapter* awwwww it was just knw

Ch 290:

Han Sooyoung my queeeeeeeeennnnn

Doksoo’s back and forth is fun as always

Uriel, my love! I wasn’t expecting her to appear ahhhhhhh

Ch 291:

Ohhh, is this what the Forth Wall did? Giving flashes of memories to yjh? Sneaky sneaky if that is true.

But!!! Yjh saying Uriel's name softly, "like a child first learning to speak"... ahhhhhhh them!!!

Ch 292:

NOOOOOOOOOO I didn’t expect to be crying for both yjh and Uriel in this arc, you can’t do this ;-;

And oh sweetie… A world where Uriel isn’t a friend is so strange after spending so much time with the 3rd round Uriel.

1863rd hsy’s 'Predictive Plagiarism' sounds really interesting. And combined with her Avatar ability, she sure is terrifying

Once again I can hear my heart shattering. A world in which the ending is possible without sacrifices. Except one. One single sacrifice that nobody of this world would mourn. Only the original protagonist and no one else (Yoo Mia isn't here. She is gone, isn't she ;-;). I’m just (╥╯^╰╥) 1863rd hsy may not need yjh to reach the end but I want him to. Can’t you let him get away with it, at least once? Can’t he too, reach the end with everyone else? But even if he does, will it be worth it? In a world he has no one by his side, in a world he isn’t wanted? Oh Yoo Joonghyuk…

Hsy’s last words in this chapter feel so final, so unforgiving. The only feeling they induce is quiet despair (it wasn’t supposed to end like that)

Ch 293:

YES TELL HER SWEETIE

Okay, not the time for this but six-winged kdj sounds so hot…

Kim Dokja saved her,,,, It’s not his Uriel. Her fury against Yoo Joonghyuk is justified, he said,,, And yet, he didn’t have the heart to let her die… I’m just *ugly sobbing noises* (╥╯^╰╥)

Ahhh being surrounded by the people who look exactly like his colleagues, friends, and yet standing amidst strangers. It’s such a lonely feeling, the 1863rd round. I wonder, is this how yjh has always felt each regression?

Kim Dokja sounds so tired here. “What’s new about this story”, you wonder as you gaze at the broken protagonist. What’s so different about this world, when in the end, it ends the same. Someone has to die for everyone else to reach the end. But that’s the same as every other round, isn’t it? (╥╯^╰╥)

“They could never be the original” – I’m dying oahgsohsapoegg  KIM DOKJAAAAAAA

The original always holds a special place in a person’s heart… Maybe they don’t like the way the story was handled or the way it ended or some of the characters’ actions… Maybe they liked a lot of things and disliked an equal amount of them… But still, it’s the original. It’s the thing you fell in love with, the thing that gave you something to hold on to, something to cherish… Of course a reproduction could never surpass the original...

I can’t believe that he’s wormed his way into their group already… Actually, no. I can believe that. It’s Kim Dokja after all XD

He fought all alone,,,,

*Shaking 1863 hsy upside down* What do you mean he promised to die! What do you meannnnnn

TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN BY THAT YOU CRYPTIC BASTARDS-

Ch 294

wheeze Poor lhs

He’s thinking about his kids!!! He wants to go back, even if he doesn’t admit it ;-;

Look at him praising yjh even now awwww

…. Kim Dokja… He really should stop being so mean with knw, poor guy

I’m having too many emotions rn helloooo. They are his friends! He cares! He wants to go back!!!! Ahhhh

Oh no. Oh no. I have one (1) fear

*screams into the void* I shouldn’t read this while sober *I say and drink a whole cup of tea ‘cause I’m sick rn* Honestly though, this part... Kim Dokja's desperation, effort, love, his resolution... I think this part will stay with me for a long long time...

It's just… this whole part to the end of the chapter. Kim Dokja tried. He tried so hard. He gave his best. He knows how this story is supposed to end. And once again, just like with 41st sys, he tried his best. He tried to find a way to change the ending.  I love him so much. God, I love him so much (╥╯^╰╥)

“It was an effort that perhaps no one would understand” *screams* *insert crying gif here*

ALSO ALSO, KDJ’S EYES BEING COMPARED TO STARS… AHHHHH

Yoo Joonghyuk listened. He listened. I can’t even explain how much this means to me, nor the way my heart is shattered on the floor right now (╥╯^╰╥) It was a story he didn’t know. It was a story written by someone who wished, from the bottom of his heart, for Yoo Joonghyuk’s happiness ahhhhhhhhh

This arc will be the death of me ahhhhh

#orv #orv spoilers #moon reacts to orv #kim dokja #1863rd round spoilers #i didn't expect the end of chapter 294 to hit me so hard #how am I supposed to go to my exam tomorrow and function as a normal human being when they say #that a quiet resolution burned in Kim Dokja's eyes and his back was weary as he gradually fell asleep while looking for a way to save yjh??

[tyongf-nct]

hey i’m a long time follower but i do not want to show who i am! your stories made me want to learn english so thank you for that :-)

i wanted to ask if you could write a wayv (any one) x reader where the reader is a soloist and the wayv person (sorry i forget the word 😂) mcs with them and they fall for each other

sorry for my poor english i am still learning !

hi!! thank you so much for the long time support 😭 and WOW that is a huge thing for my writing to do so THANK YOU for telling me that!! that is so kind of you to say and i am really glad my content has been enjoyable for you. pls never be afraid to slide into my inbox whenever!! and your english is literally amazing, you’re doing great!! 🫶 i am sorry this has taken me so long to answer, school has been killing me these last few months 🥲 but i hope you enjoy! 💕 i decided on kun bc this story idea felt so sweet just like him 🥰

dynamic: fem!reader x qian kun

warnings/tags: fluff, love confessions, mc!reader, mc!kun, fluffy blurb feat. romantic kun

~

“Cut!” The producer’s voice echoed out across the sound stage, and you sighed in relief as the work day came to an end. You smiled to the staff member who took your MC microphone from you as you stepped off the small platform, a hand swooping in to guide you gently down the step.

Your breath hitched as you looked over to see Kun’s nimble fingers clasping yours, his handsome face smiling. You felt the heat brush up onto your cheeks as you nodded your thanks. Your hands stayed connected for just a beat too long before he released you, walking off the stage in the direction of his green room. You bit your lip, gathering the courage to follow him before walking a little too fast to not be embarrassing to anyone watching. Which, you hoped, no one was.

His door was already closed by the time you reached his room, and your fist that was ready to knock on his door froze in midair. You didn’t want to bother him, but you were dying to get asking him out over with. Over the past several months that the two of you had been working together you had grown closer, sharing meals nearly every day on and off set and filming for hours together. Now that your time as an MC was almost up, you weren’t sure if you and Kun would stay connected. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, at the very least you wanted to remain friends.

Huffing, you gathered the courage to draw your fist back again to knock when his door suddenly swung open, revealing a shirtless Kun. Unable to stop yourself, you looked down at his defined abdomen and greedily took in all his deliciously sharp angles and muscles. It wasn’t until you heard your name uttered by his smooth voice that you whipped your eyes back up to meet his. You tried to calm your racing heart as you laughed nervously, Kun’s face gentle and amused.

“Can I help you?” He chuckled.

“Yes!” You squawked. Clearing your throat, you tried again, “Mm. I mean, yes.” There, much calmer.

“I just, er, I just wanted to talk to you. Quickly, I know you’re probably tired,” you smiled brightly. He returned your smile, ushering you inside.

“Of course. Although I’m never too tired for you,” he hummed. That familiar heat made its way back up your neck as you giggled quietly.

He slid a plain t-shirt over his head, much to your relief, as you sat gingerly on the small couch in his room. Kun came to sit next you to and gave you his full attention as he faced you.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

You picked at the skin near your thumbs as you took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

“I—well, I’m just going to be honest. I have had so much fun MC-ing with you this year, Kun, and I hope that we can remain friends after our contracts are up. I…I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re amazing. And I’ve…I’ve grown to…” you trailed off, suddenly nervous at his possible rejection. Kun was calm as ever though, watching you with his gentle and open expression you had grown to love so dearly. He nodded encouragingly, letting you gather your thoughts.

You inhaled and exhaled, looking him in the eyes. “I’ve grown to like you. As in, more than a friend. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to tell you, before it was too late,” your voice was quiet, just above a whisper. The room was silent for a few beats, and a small horror that you had ruined a wonderful friendship began to creep up inside you.

Kun banished those thoughts in the next moment, though, as he slid closer to you and grabbed your clammy hands. He held yours in his one of his own as the other held your face with devastating softness.

“Y/n…I…I’m so glad you told me that. That took a lot of bravery. Certainly more than I have,” he chuckled to himself. “I feel the same way. I have for a long time, but—honestly, I was just too nervous to confess.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock as you stared at him, watching his full lips curl into a grin as he let you take in his confession. Kun still held your hand and your face as you processed what he had said.

“Really? You, you feel the same way?” Your heart raced even faster as Kun nodded, taking his hand from your face to clasp both your hands into his.

“That’s…well, that’s great! Awesome! Ha!” You laughed brightly, relief crashing through you as your mind raced with the fantasy of finally dating the man you had fallen for.

“It is great,” he laughed with you, bringing you in for an unexpected hug. You paused only for a moment before returning it, breathing in that comforting scent you had become so accustomed to being around. The two of you pulled apart and watched one another with happy faces.

“So, do you want to go on a date?” You asked merrily.

“Wow, I have got to learn how to be this confident,” Kun shook his head, and you shoved him playfully. He snorted, then looked into your eyes with his big brown ones.

“Of course I do,” he said softly. You struggled to contain your squeal, throwing your arms around his neck once again and relishing in feeling his chest shake with laughter before his arms came around you once more. You stayed like that for a while, racing heartbeats calming and beating as one.

#asks #anons #tyongf-nct #nct #wayv #kun #qian kun #kun fluff #kun x reader #qian kun x reader #qian kun fluff #nct fluff #wayv fluff #nct x reader #wayv x reader

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

SUMMIT PT 222222222222 THOUGHTS

So ea spoilers

As I go

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Porters cryptic as shit

WILLIAM ORDERD HIM WE FUCKING KNEW IT

I FUCKING KNEW IT HE WAS GIVING VIN AN ALABI TOOOOOO

Porters going up in the ranks

Omg alexys stop being a bitch

This is a game of fucking clue

Omg vin said it’s clue too

Relax??? RELAX???

SWEETHEARTTT FUCK YEAA THEYRE ALIVE

OH SHIT THEY SAW WHO DID IT

Did they?? Pls tell me they did

Of fuck davidddd

Babes gon get snatched

it wasn’t sh???

FUCK THEY DIDNT SEE

Porter at that. That one lil thing? He ate that

Omfg David and Porter duke it outtttt

Hah duke ehh ehh? ^

Milo’s mate was in the room where it happened~

NAHHHH ASH DONT KILL HIM YET

That was hot ngl…

Ok so Porter is an ally???

What the fuck is w these wars

Ok but his government take is so real tho

Ok ash he is obvi being truthful

Even when he did tell the truth they didn’t believe him bc of what Sam and Vince had been saying abt Porter. Him giving them an in was a good thing and they were phase clocked so no one should no and they can make their aura almost undetectable so they would’ve been fine babes. Ash needs to look for answers elsewhere

HE CAUSED THE COMOTION??? So then he knew he would die???

Don’t call the department right fucking now. Omg they gon call the opps

Oh yea I forgot they had vampiric discretion

The motherfucking omg the house of vas

Omfg the racism and the wolf is right there???

Also she says she “wouldn’t even get to enjoy the second half” like if she wasn’t the arbiter she would’ve been just fine w him dying. Kinda sis ngl

Also why are they not freaking out

Omg the shit is pointing to solair. Porter looking real sus. He def had a part in the murder but I don’t think he did it. Ok so alexys found him after he had already been dead for a minute so what the fuck was the prince doing??? Living his best life while his king was just killed in front of him??? Nah he’s on the suspect list

These theories bouta go crazy I swear

Only 14 mins in🙄

Not the beheading

Omg the prince is saying show respect but he was just saying he hoped he died??? Nahhh💀 me fr tho

Ok I believe alexys tho

Ok so Porter was out. So only Chris and the king was in there. He had been dead for a minute. That’s super fucking sus. But was was the force? Then he wanted alexys in there?

Yea where the fuck is will

He said he stepped out but sh said there was a force that knocked them BOTH back. Meaning they were both in the room. So that’s a fucking lie

Either that house is that fucking big that the porch is that far away from the room which I don’t think so cause he could’ve just zipped though. But I mean I could get if he was being courteous by walking and it’s a mansion. But the push still isn’t coming into play. I can’t remember if that was the distraction or just what happend. I’m leaning towards the latter

She told “her fellow progeny” which is also the host of the event, a part of her clan, and he would def need to know abt that. And why would she talk to anyone else? Just in small talk, “oh yea I just saw the kings dead body time for a stroll” bitch?

Literally everyone also thinks it’s weird that will isn’t there

Also he’s halfway across the country? Tf is he

He prob did order the death

Also yes fam is w fam in this type of thing

THAT WAS IN DEFENSE BITCH HE KIDNAPPED AND ASSULTED AND ALMOST KILLED HIS PARTNER YOU BITCH

Also everyone hated Adam so fuck off

See Porter is eating

See they’ve all killed someone so quiet

Prodigal son??? Fuck that mean?

“My kings death is not a joke” “no but you’re acting like one” PREACHHHH POP OFF PORTER🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

See?? No one can verify where the king was. The fight was witnessed and took place slightly after the fight bc of Alexys’s timeline and we don’t know where he was before that. Fucking w the distraction?? Nope that was before it. Where was he during?

Ok she said as soon as they’re killed that changes ALOT.

So I thought the prince used the distraction to kill the king and sh popped out right after that but the distraction was a noise. So in that case they would think they could get caught talking abt closeknit and if they were caught talking why wouldn’t he get caught killing? And wtf was the force????

If he had stepped out maybe the person who used the force killed him bc they said it was powerful magic. It was sh who said they used force right?? Cause if I’m remembering this wrong then shits abt to get wicked

Bitch this ain’t abt you idc abt ur enjoyment

Porter is eating rn

Omg he’s the king now

WHO WAS THAT? SHO FOUND WHAT? IS HE TALKING TO THE HOUSE OF VAS?

Ok he was

Are we just not gon acknowledge her leaving

Yea he makes sense but then again will AND Adam killed their makers sooooooo

Ok more to the story

Demon blood?

Ok so he COULDVE overpowered him bc it’s poisonous. The beheading could’ve been done like that

He didn’t debilitated??

PUP??

Ok so it would be an equalizer so he could kill him if he just stabbed him rq

Bitch ur not even the one who’s explaining it it’s Sam that’s helping shut up

OMG OMG CONECTION TIME

So the king wanted to stop funding closeknit and the prince was like dude wtf. It they are so close w close knit we know that they have a demon there, scorpius. What if Chris told them the situation and said that if he was dead they would still get more funding and since scorpius don’t have a choice, gave him his blood, making him able to kill the king with it!! I’m so fucking smart

Ok so he would need to access the demon easily which would make sense w my theory

THE PRINCEEEEE

SEE THIS IS WHAT IM SAYING SHES AGREEING W MEEE

Yes they have omfg

Yes but you wanted to continue paying for them

There is merit they literally have shades and a demon and a kidnapped human Blake is running this shit show. WAIT I JUST REALIZED THAT THEY HAD THE SHADE BC THEY STARTED THE INVERSION. I feel dumb now but HOLY FUCK

Propaganda??? Milo preach🙏🏻🙏🏻

DOG? DOG???

A FUCKING LEASHHH???

MILO BEAT HIS FUCKING ASSSSSSS

THE RASICM

Your former kings taste can reflect on your veiws and motives so yea it do

NO NOT FAIR ENOUGH

SEEE they didn’t even trace sh

Uh huhhhhhhh

See that’s fucking dumb

Everything points to Chris tho.

OK BUT THE PANIC BIT he DID plan but the comotion scared him right? He knew he only had a certain time frame to do it so he killed him and left quickly before people could come check out the comotion and lose his chance. Making him kill him quickly, hurry out and having no time to clear his aura and forgetting the knife in his panic

SEE THIS SHIT POINTS TO HIM

Both. You are both

SEE PORTER AGREES AHA

EVERYTHING POINTS TO HIMMMM

it is not you’re deflecting

Now. It’s now.

CHRIS IS CONVICTED

WHAT

INFRONT OF EVERYONE??? ON THE FUCKING FLOOR??? THEY FUCKING BEHEADED HIM???

Welp. Lovely trauma time😊 time for Adam flashbacks

Omg they’re so chill?

Well he’s dead either way so omg.

They lost the game? WAIT IF WILL SAYS HE THINKS OF IT AS A GAME OMG.

Omg they made me lose the game too

David is right fr

Ain’t that the truth

Oh my fuck

Wait where we going??

Well im fucking planning on it

WAIT IS THE MURDERS A REGULAR OCCURRENCE??

That makes his “lost the game” quote hit harder

WITH LICK IT WONT BE THE LAST??

TF YOU MEAN YOUL KILL HIM YOURSELF BSFFR

Oh my fucking god

Porter idk if this is a good timeeeeee

Ok but he sounds sweet tho

WHAT

PART THREE????

MOTHER FUCKING FUCK WHATTTT?

Well atleast we got some answers and sh ain’t dead. But then again lovely prob got some ptsd rn what’s David gon do. What’s Porter gon explain?????? UGHHHHHH

Fuck

#oh my fucking god #redacted patreon #redacted early access #redacted ea spoilers #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted #redactedasmr #redacted summit #redacted monarchal summit

[killabratzzcherri]

includes: bonten!mikey self-indulgence // quick drabble [a comfort fic if you will, I had a dream about him and I’m dying to write it out. I’m not good at dialogue so pls bear with me]

Today was just not your day.

From the moment you woke up you knew that today wasn’t gonna be one of best. The sky’s were dark and gloomy even though it was in the middle of summer, forcing you to cancel your beach trip with your friends that afternoon. Your boyfriend, Mikey, was not in the bed next to you when you woke up. Which wasn’t surprising since he is a busy man but still a downer on the already gloomy day.

Due to your free time, you decided to head into work just to occupy yourself for the day instead of sitting home. However, upon entry you were called into your boss’ office and promptly scolded for an assignment incorrectly done by one of your colleagues. Instead of defending yourself, you quietly bowed your head, receiving the scolding without issue and apologizing for their incompetence for making a mistake.

From there on the rest of the day only went downhill. When you returned to your desk you could see a group of your female coworkers snickering at you, the coworker that made the mistake standing in front. You ignored them, not caring enough to give them a reaction and keeping a cold expression. During lunch, one of the female coworkers bumped into you, causing your hand to slip and drop water onto your white blouse. Not only making your shirt wet but also transparent, a hazing image of your bra and cleavage on display for not only them but also your male colleagues. They ogled at your breasts and your eyes instinctively twitched as the coworker pretended to be apologetic and wipe at your shirt with a napkin.

You didn’t care for her fake kindness, especially when you could see her struggling to keep her smile hidden. You pushed her away, a little harder than you should’ve, and told her it was fine it wasn’t. It didn’t help that you had a meeting in a few minutes, so you put on your blazer and carried on, even if the wet clothes felt uncomfortable you pushed through with a tight smile.

By the end of the day, you were seriously on the brink of giving in to your violent thoughts. You had a past of anger issues and blowing up in a violent rage, but you went to anger management classes and therapy, learning to control your anger and even dispelled some of it. But you couldn’t fully hate your anger issues, it was how you met Mikey after all. Although you did consider yourself lucky that Mikey himself wasn’t in a bad mood that day as you probably would’ve been killed for your angry outburst.

To be fair, he was in the house of your friend who you’ve been trying to help get better after her past addiction and criminal past. So it was understandable of you to get hostile when you see a bunch of scary-looking men in her small apartment. It took a minute for your friend to calm you down and even then you still were glaring at the blonde, which he later confessed was weirdly attractive.

After that encounter you ran into him at a shop buying dorayaki and taiyaki. You saw him first and you saw the way his almost lifeless eyes lit up like that of a child’s. You couldn’t help the faint blush that dusted your dark cheeks. Gathering all your courage you approached the man with a indifferent demeanor, paying for his food as a sort of apology for blowing up on him before. He of course looked at you suspiciously but you ignored it in favor of trying to start a conversation with him. Surprisingly he entertained your attempts at small talk and talked to you about the mundane subjects you brought up. Ever since then you two have formed a relationship that soon blossomed into a romantic one.

He was quick to tell you early on about the work he did and how dangerous it was, and that he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. It was a little hard at first to accept that he could be so mean but you soon came to the conclusion that as long as he was good to you and faithful then it didn’t matter the things he did.

You were knocked out of your reminiscing when you saw a man stealing your car, the same car that Mikey had given you for your birthday.

“HEY,” you shouted but it was to late. The man was already in your car and quickly drove off with a loud screech of the tires.

Thankfully you didn’t have anything of importance in the car but it’s value was more sentimental than monetary it was a really expensive car though. You tried to run after it but it was to fast. You yelled in aggravation and stomped your foot, which in turn broke the heel of your shoes making you stumble and lightly twist your ankle.

By now, you were beyond angry. Your body was trembling in suppressed anger and the breathing exercises your AM teacher taught you was futile at the point. The pitying and judgmental stares didn’t help as you pathetically limped, basically barefoot, to your home. Still soaked in water, near barefoot, injured, and throughly humiliated. Instead of feeling angry, you felt defeated and wanted to cry.

You trudged into your penthouse, just wanting to lay in your bed and have the day be over with. But of course, the gods hated you and wanted you to suffer more as you came face-to-face with your boyfriend in all your humiliating glory. You could see the widening of his eyes from shock at your form. That was the final straw as the dam holding your tears back broke and you let out a choked sob.

Mikey was quick to rush over to you worried, “baby baby, what’s wrong? don’t cry” he spoke hurriedly, checking over your body for wounds. He saw your dirty feet and swollen ankle and grew even more worried and confused. You weren’t any help as you continued to cry to yourself. He gently picked you up bridal style and walked you over to the couch, propping your foot up on the coffee table.

“It’s gonna be okay baby, I’ll be right back, I’m going to get the frozen peas to ice your ankle ok?” He said looking up at you from where he knelt. You nodded as you sniffled trying to gain your composure. Mikey quickly went to the kitchen and got a pack of frozen peas from the freezer. During this you took off your damp blazer and unbuttoned your still wet blouse, freeing yourself from most of the uncomfortable wet clothes feeling. You didn’t care if Mikey saw you half exposed as he’s already seen you naked anyways.

He came back and helped you carefully take off your ruined stockings. He took a closer look at your twisted ankle and made sure it wasn’t anything serious. The whole time you were glaring at your foot, as if it was the bane of your existence.

“Thankfully you only twisted it, just keep ice on it to keep the swelling down and keep it elevated. Ya know, the usual shit”, he said, placing the frozen pack on your ankle and looking up at you. He frowned at the sight of you glaring off at nothing, obviously angry at something or someone. He’s known you long enough to know when your actually angry or just frustrated, and you’re angry.

Sure he wasn’t really the the emotional type since he grew up, but he still cared for you and it was upsetting to see you upset. Mikey got up and lifted you up to where he was sitting where you sat and put you on his lap. The action startled you and you directed your glare towards him.

“Let me go Mikey,” you spoke, moving to get out of his hold. Secretly, you enjoyed his embrace and didn’t want to move but you were angry and in a mood. A shock of pain from you ankle caused you to recoil and gave Mikey ample opportunity to tighten his grip around your waist and pull you back into his chest.

“Babe what’s wrong with you? What happened today?” He questioned, eyeing your discarded wet shirt. You hugged and turned away from him, fighting the urging to tell him off and say that it wasn’t his business. Instead you scowled at the wall, “just a bad fucking day, my ass of a boss wants to get on my ass for something I didn’t even do, then bitches wanna test my goddamn patience as if I won’t sock a bitch and some bastard stole your car, I’m really sorry about that and I’ll find a way to pay you back, and by the fucking grace of God my heel fucking broke so I not only twisted my ankle but I had to walk all the way here basically barefoot. So ex-fucking-cuse me if I’m a little heated right now,” you rambled off letting your emotions flow out into the open.

You were starting to feel the tears coming back but you kept going, “and then I find you here which is honestly great in itself but you have to see me so vulnerable and disheveled and I feel so damn powerless. I feel like I have no control over anything today and I can’t fucking calm down,” you could feel the tears streaming down your face again as you vented about your feelings.

Mikey didn’t say anything but sat there and listened. He raked his hand up and down your waist soothingly, letting you get all your emotions out. It hurt his heart to see you like this, to see you so discouraged when you’re usually the one to uplift him. When he heard you stop talking and felt the slight tremors of your body as you cried, he spoke.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s gonna be alright. So what if your coworkers don’t like you? You’re better than all of them and they’re just jealous of you. Don’t worry about some stupid car, you don’t have to pay me and I’ll just get you a new one, you were due for an upgrade anyways.” He comforted, turning your face back towards him by your chin and wiping the tears from your eyes, giving you a his signature smile.

“And don’t come with that ‘powerless’ and ‘calm down’ bullshit. You’re THE Y/n L/n. The most feisty and sassy woman I know, the one who will stand up to anybody. Don’t ever downplay your anger when it’s rightfully there. Hell, I fell in love with you because of your anger and sassiness. You’re the woman I am in love with and that’s all that matters”

His words only served to bring more tears to your eyes as you finally relaxed into his embrace and let out a loud cry. You turned your body to lean your head into his shoulder and cried out your frustrations, wetting his shirt with your tears but neither of you cared.

Mikey let you cry and ran his fingers through your hair. He stared at the wall with a dark expression, already making plans to get you out of your job and punish those who made you cry. When Mikey heard a soft snore coming from you, he couldn’t help but lightly chuckle at how quick and easy it was for you to fall asleep.

He picked up your sleeping form and carried you to the shared bedroom, mindful of your ankle, laid you on the bed and put the covers over you. He wiped your face clean of tears and snot as he stared at your peaceful face. He kissed your forehead before walking out of the bedroom and back into the common area.

Mikey picked up his phone and dialed a number. The phone rang for a few seconds before the other person on the line picked up.

“Sanzu, I have a new job for you”

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[pryce0]

Hi hi!! Hope you're having a great day!

You're so right we need more John Marston content! This is a bit of a lengthy ask so if you want to ignore it or any aspects of it feel free.

But what about some fluff w John and a gn!reader that slowly warm up to each other, always teasing and joking together but reader is hesitant to do anything bc they think John is still in a complicated situation w Abigail. But that has already been solved even before reader joins the gang and now they're just co-parenting Jack

Pls and thank you <3

Complicated (John Marston x GN!Reader)

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a/n; lease let me know what you think, and i’m intending to do a part two if anyone is interested! also this is my first time ever writing for mr. marston here, so if i apologize if he’s OOC! readers pov :-)

word count; 3,026

last part: here

masterlist: here

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John fucking Marston.

That dry humored, angry, dense yet soft man. He could tell a joke, grumble about how no one got it, then call your humor terrible. He’s fast, somehow smart, and a great shot. He’s terrible compared to Arthur, but if you’re betting then Sean at shooting, you’re great. John is remarkably quick to pick up on everything to do with violence, he reminds me of a deer every time he picks up on something I do not. John will put a hand out in front of me to stop me in my tracks as he freezes alongside me. I eventually learned to shut up after a few times this happened, and listen with him. Sometimes, I don’t pick up on it, but other times I can hear it so faintly.

I’ve asked him so many times how he is able to hear it, especially after being around guns for so long, there has to be some hearing loss, right? Somehow, he’s avoided all of that. His hearing couldn’t be more perfect. I’ve learned to trust John’s intuition, as he’s right… most of the time, anyway.

I’m thinking about this while prepping some traps for hunting, and I feel a heat rise to my cheeks. No doubt I’m visibly blushing, which just makes my face more red as I’m embarrassed. I pat my cheeks in an attempt to get ahold of myself and then I grab a rope, and begin to tie it to a new net Arthur bought with the camp money. To my understanding, it’s supposed to be one of those traps you tie to a tree, make a lever system, and hide the net in the leaves. Leave some bait on the net, too. I’ve tried to tie this knot about six different fucking times, and I’m usually great at it, but John’s got me all distracted. From what I understand, I got picked up by the gang a few days after they left the mountains, left this place called Colter. I met them after I was having a lot of run in’s with this other gang.

“The O’Drsicolls,” I remember Dutch sneering. There was clearly some personal business between the two gangs, but at the time, I wasn’t too interested. That’s the first time I met John. Long brown hair with a puffy, stitched up face. The scars I know today were just stitches. The two deep gashes running along his cheek, sported by a less deep gash across his chapped lips, part of his eyebrow was nicked off, a stitched up gash across his nose, and a healing cut across his other cheek. His eyes were particularly striking, they hold a secret that seems to be dying to be let out. Dutch and the others didn’t automatically accept me into the gang, nor invited me at first. It took a couple of run in’s, and one conversation I remember very well got me on Dutch’s good side.

It was with John, it was maybe about the fourth time they’d shown up where I was near O’Driscolls. It wasn’t like I was purposely going after them, but the O’Driscolls were coming after me hard for killing a bunch of them already. After the last one dropped dead, I met up with the familiar faces in the midst of the camp, avoiding stepping on the dead bodies. “Funny seeing you here,” I remember Dutch remarking. It was Dutch, Arthur, Micah and John all together. I didn’t know John or Micah’s name, but I knew Dutch and Arthur. “This is like the fourth time, c'mon guys!” I remember joking around with them as I wiped the blood off of my face. “We run into you way too often.” John’s voice came out low and hoarse, a permanent grit to his tone. He seemed annoyed. It was something I would never forget. “Nice to see you too, Scarface. I’d like to think it’s a coincidence, but maybe you’re just following me.” I smile as I remember John rolling his eyes. “I don’t remember seeing you do much action in this situation, saw you come from the back all the way over there.” Arthur stepped up and motioned towards John’s face. “We was in the mountains and he got attacked by wolves.” Arthur offered an explanation, and I feigned a faux-sympathetic expression. Honestly, it’s hard to be sympathetic towards people I don’t know, but I didn’t want to come off as weird. “Seems like they didn’t get only your face, but your brains, too.” That earned me a howling laugh from Dutch and a smile from Arthur. It’s been a good few months since then.

In the middle of my struggle, someone places their hands on the table, next to where I’m attempting to make the trap. I don’t even have to look up because I know who it is. “Damn, how are you struggling this much when you tied Kieran up perfectly?” John mutters, watching me pathetically fail another knot. I look up at the man with furrowed eyebrows, yet it’s clear that my words are lighthearted. “Hey! This is different from tying knots to prevent a person from getting away. This is a net, not a person.” I retort, feeling the stinging frustration building up inside of me. “Well, in that case..” He says, examining where and how I’m attempting to tie it. “Think of the net as a uh, real skinny person. Or.. somethin’.”

I pause and blink at him a few times. “I’m not too sure they stitched you up right from that wolf attack, because your brains are larkin’ all over the place, Marston.” I joke, a smile appearing on my face. His jaw drops and he shoves my shoulder lightly, but I can see the amusement, yet frustration on his face. “Hey!” John complains, grumbling. “I was going to offer to tie it for you, but not now.” I perk up and before he can leave the table, I grab his wrist. “No! Tie it for me before leaving, I gotta get some hunting done today so I can take the load off of Arthur. He’s got enough on his plate, as it is.” I complain, shoving the rope and net into his hand. “Don’t we all,” He mumbles under his breath, but he takes a seat next to me anyhow. John places the door and the net on the table, and within seconds he’s got the perfect type of knot for the net. “Why don’t I just go hunting with you? Make sure you don’t step in the trap.” John retorts, leaving the trap on the table. I blink in awe for a moment before looking at John. I make eye contact, and I feel all warm. He’s such a nice thing to look at. His eyes, his features, his jawline, his hair.. He makes me wanna run my fingers through his hair. “Sure.” I answer quickly before looking away, feeling that heat spread from my stomach to my face.

“Alright, I’ll meet you on the edge of camp. Hosea showed me a lil’ place to hunt.” John says as he stands up, grabbing the rope trap. I quickly snatch it from him, narrowing my eyes playfully. “My trap,” I hum. “I’ll meet you out there soon.”

John sighs and shakes his head, walking towards the horse’s area. I get up from the bench and quickly jog over to my tent, grabbing my hunting satchel along with a rifle I haven’t tied to my horse yet. I sprint halfway to the horses before I hear Hosea’s voice. “No running in camp, you know that!” He shouts lightheartedly. I grumble and settle for a power walk pace. I look around for my horse, but I don’t see him anymore. Before I call out to John, I see him on the edge of Camp on his own horse, Old Boy, and holding the reins of my horse. I sigh in relief and I make my way over there. I tie the rifle to my horse, put the satchel on, and swing my leg over, mounting my horse. “Thought Seer ran off again.” I say quietly, patting the side of my horse’s neck. “He only runs off because you own him.” John says with a smile, clicking his tongue to lead his horse into a trot. I do the same and keep a consistent pace next to him as we go down the path. “Oh, shut up.” I say under my breath, leaning down and looping the trap onto my saddle. “The place is a bit away from here. We don’t have to ride hard, but we wanna be there at a reasonable time.” John says as he looks over at me, taking a turn down the road. I follow him on my horse and nod. “Just don’t get us lost, hm?”

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It didn’t take us too long to arrive. From my understanding from the route we took, we’re close to Grizzlies East. It made me nervous but John assured me that we’re staying in the part near the deer and rabbits. “We can hitch here.” John mutters, stopping at a tree with a low branch where you could tie your reins to. I pull my horse up next to his, my horse huffing and flicking his ears. “Oh, you’ll get an apple in just a secondX you impatient buffoon.” I grumble as I dismount my horse, unlooping the net trap. I toss it onto my shoulder and open the bag attached to my saddle, roaming my hand inside for an apple. I hear John doing his own thing for a bit, rustling around and I can hear him making sure he has enough ammo. As my hand grabs an apple, John speaks. “It might be best to use a bow and arrow, I don't want you to come and shoot me when you get angry.” John expresses with a tone of amusement. I scoff and pull out the apple, holding it out to my horse who happily munches on it, core and all. “Oh, how dare you! I might aim for you anyhow, now.” I retort as I wipe my hand off of apple juice. I sigh and look at the rifle I brought. “So no rifle?” I question, a bit sad. I was kinda looking forward to using it. “Uh.. Bring the rifle anyway, we are in bear country, after all.” John reminds me. Right. I pull the rifle from the saddle and sling the strap over my shoulder, then I grab my arrow pack, sling that over my shoulder as well, and I grab the bow and arrow Charles had gifted me as a ‘welcome into the gang’ present.

I pause for a moment as John’s words ring through my ears. Just thinking about his voice makes me feel butterflies. I shake it off by patting my cheek, looking at John. “Did you bring any scent lotion?” I ask, looking at him. “As a matter of a fact, I did.” John replies, and quickly takes a can out. We’re both wearing long sleeves and pants, but we need to get some dinner as soon as possible. “Put it on my body.” I say in a weird tone, laughing as I’m joking. He shakes his head and opens the tin, holding it out to me. I dip my hand in and take out a glob, putting it on my face, my neck, my hands, anything that’s left exposed. I’m careful to not get it in my eyes as I rub it into my skin. I glance over at John who is doing the same, holding the tin between his knees as there’s no surface to place it down on. “I got some bait, bought it fresh the other day.” I say to fill the silence. I grab it from my hunting satchel, and the seal is still covering the tin. “I think mine went bad last week or somethin’. Bet it would still work, though.” John grumbles as he puts the lid back onto the lotion tin and puts it away. I chuckle as John grabs a rifle and a bow and arrow as well, slugging the rifle and arrow pack over his shoulder like I did. “Vultures, maybe.” I say, walking a bit away from the horses and John. “They are only in New Austin,” John reminds me, as I said the exact same thing when I first joined the gang. It embarrassed me immensely. I wave him off as he catches up to me and walks side by side. “Don’t matter.” I mumble, my face heating up with embarrassment as John laughs at my misery. We walk a bit in silence before we find a good area with a tree and a rock nearby. “Here will do just fine.” John says, grabbing the net trap from me without asking. My mouth drops, putting a hand on my hip. “John Marston, rude as ever.” I joke, watching him move leaves from a spot. “Yeah, yeah, who cares.” He says with a sigh, crouching down and placing the net trap. John looks up and jumps a bit as he tosses the rope over with a grunt, the rope falling over onto the other side. “Come place leaves and that bait here.” John calls for me. I nod and walk over bending down and I push the leaves back onto the net. After it’s hidden, I open the tin of bait and sprinkle pieces all over the area where the net rests. After a bit, I put the lid back on. “That should be enough. We should go hide by that rock, now.” I murmur, standing up. I walk over to the rock, and John follows. He’s holding the rope that’s resting over the branch, and the rope is long enough that we can both be behind the rock.

“We should be out of sight for now, until we hear an animal.” John says quietly, rasp filling every word. I only nod and sit behind the rock, my back pressed up against the surface. John does the same, but the rock is on the small side, so our shoulders are pressed against each other. I feel my heart skip a beat when I feel his warmth deep into my sleeve. He looks at me, strands of hair falling out in front of his face. “I’m strong, but I ain’t Arthur. We’re gonna hafta pull the rope together.” John whispers to me, and we’re so close I can feel his breath on me. I say nothing and just nod, grabbing onto the rope. My hands rest between his, nearly touching. I slow my breathing to make less noise, and the next ten minutes are excruciatingly slow. We can’t talk, or even make faces or else we won’t get this.

I manage to zone out, thinking about John. I will admit, I like him more than friends like their friends. Over these days of spending time with the gang, with John, I’ve warmed up to him. At first, we weren’t great friends. We teased each other, but John tends to have a short temper so he would sulk if I said something a bit too mean. He’s been a bit of a standoffish guy, awkward and headstrong, but fun to be around. He’s such a looker, too. He’s so handsome, I see why he and Abigail are together.

“Now.” John suddenly whispers, and pulls the rope. I’m startled out of my thoughts and mindlessly pull the rope with him, and we are met with heavy resistance. I grunt and we both stand up, pulling the rope to tie it around this other tree. I glance over and we caught a pretty hefty sized doe. “Harder!” John rasps out as he guides me around the tree. “I’m trying!” I call out, grinding my feet into the ground as we make our way around the tree a couple of times. I can hear the doe shrieking and struggling as we tie the rope, leaving us slightly panting. “God..” I say quietly, pulling out my knife. I begin to walk over to the deer “I got it.” I call out.

“Wait, [Name], don’t!-“ John shouts. I furrow my eyebrows and I start to look back at him, until I’m frozen, staring at a huge buck who is currently charging at me. I hear a loud boom, a gunshot maybe, but I’m not sure because I closed my eyes from the sound. I hear the sound of a deer wailing in pain before falling over with a thump. I open my eyes, and the buck lays only a foot away from me. I release my breath, which I didn’t even know I was holding. I look over at John who is holding his rifle. He looks panicked as he slings it back over his shoulder and runs over to me, grabbing my shoulder. “Are you alright?? He didn’t get you, did he?” He questions me, looking over my body. I blink as he touches my shoulder. “No, he didn’t.. Thanks for that. Didn’t think about how her mate might’ve been around..” I murmur with a smile, finding it impossible to stop. John lets out a sigh of relief and shakes my shoulder, not yet letting go. “Don’t ever do that again, you hear me?” He scolds me, with a… serious tone, John has never done that before. “Were you worried?” I ask as I turn from him, grabbing onto the net and shoving my knife into the doe’s neck without a second thought. “I, ‘course I was! Why wouldn't I be?” He asks me as he lets go of my shoulder. The doe cries out, but she stops struggling as she dies. I shrug, smiling lightly with this newfound information. “I dunno, I just expected it to be hard for you to care about new people, with your family and your lifestyle.” I respond as I cut the rope with my knife, the doe and the net thumping to the ground. John sighs and responds with, “Let’s just get to camp, we can talk there.”

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #john marston x reader #john marston #john marston x you #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #complicated #in love #romance #hidden love #hunting #abigail roberts #jack marston #requested

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we'll all be here forever

tw mention for dying/death, not quite suicidal ideation or purposeful self-harm but not taking care of yourself; panic attacks, small emetophobia, lotsa fighting and swearing

(pls pls pls be so nice and gentle I haven't written anything in like 3 years and idk if this fandom is even alive anymore but I found a WIP and had the inspiration to finish it)

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The decline began when his principal mentioned, in passing, that Peter’s applications would look bare compared to a lot of applicants with his lack of extra-curriculars. Sure, he had Academic Decathlon and a Tony Stark Internship, but otherwise, that space of his college applications was empty.

So, he took the initiative in his Senior year to join a few extra clubs to bulk up his application. He started a campaign for student class president, joined the robotics club, and got on the football team. As well as all that, he started tutoring during his lunch hours both for volunteer hours and as an addition to his applications.

He needed to get into MIT. He didn’t think he could deal with any disappointment from anybody around him. Tony’s been talking about Peter’s future at SI after graduating MIT, May’s already preparing to sell the apartment and buy herself a smaller condo when he moves out, Ben always said Peter had to go to a school that challenged him like MIT would.

He wouldn’t let them down.

So he continued to squish his schedule as tight as he possibly could. AP classes, homework, four extra-curriculars, tutoring, Spider-Man, and the internship started leaving no time for himself. Sleeping at night started getting cut shorter and shorter, and he could barely make time to talk to his friends or May.

Tony notices first because he’s always been a genius and way too observant for his own good, so when Peter slides into his seat in the lab, dragging a hand through his hair, and tossing a couple textbooks in front of him, Tony almost immediately grabs his shoulder and stops him.

“You okay, kid? You look a little rough?” Tony says, eyes already narrowed in suspicion. One hand cups Peter’s face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

“Just been busy.” Peter looks towards his homework. English, physics, biology, spanish, chemistry, history, the academic decathlon practice he’s supposed to go over, the speech he’s supposed to have done for the next debate for student class president.

Tony frowns, making his forehead crease. “You look like you haven’t slept in days, kid. This doesn’t just look like regular high school stress.”

“High school student slash superhero is more accurate.”

His watch continues ticking, the conversation wasting all of his precious time.

He needs to get his homework done during lab time so he can squeeze in some Spider-Manning before May gets home from her shift.

“Still,” Tony says petulantly. He crosses his arms and frowns at the work. “You can’t, I don’t know, take a break from all this shit?”

If Peter takes a break, he’ll have double as much to do the next day on top of football practice after school and robotics club after that. But he can’t say that or Tony would force him to drop some of his extra-curriculars.

“Pepper would kill you if she found out you were being a bad influence on me,” Peter says, but when it doesn’t get the reaction he wanted, he frowns and shakes his head. “I’m fine, Mister Stark, just a little tired. Don’t worry, the weekend’s coming up soon.”

Tony sighs overdramatically and moves back to his lab bench.

Peter purposefully fails to mention that he’s got a football game early morning on Saturday, enough time to squish in some patrolling before he has an Academic Decathlon meet at Ned’s house all afternoon, and enough homework to last him all night. And on Sunday, he has to finish his speech for the debate, he promised May he’d pick up his slack with chores, and he’s tutoring a freshman in math all afternoon.

He fails to mention that for him, the weekend doesn’t mean relaxation or a break from the stress of the week, it just means catch-up from everything he failed to do during the week and a time to pick up his slack.

* There’s something so fundamentally wrong about being beyond exhausted and yet, when given the chance, unable to get any real rest.

Peter’s brain is always moving too fast, always caught in the To Do List’s and the ideas of failure and disappointment if he doesn’t complete every task. Everything he could’ve done that day but hadn’t, all the things he did but could’ve done better, all the things that were pushed to the backburner with all the things he had to complete.

His eyes are closed and his breaths are even, room dark around him and quiet except for the TV that plays almost silently in the background. He’s comfortable and vaguely floating, not enough to be considered asleep but nowhere near conscious either.

Math homework sits only half complete on the coffee table, his academic decathlon cue cards are mixed with his debate notes on the floor, his history textbook is left open on the opposite couch.

He should’ve done more. He should be trying harder. He should be doing better.

No matter how hard he tries, no matter how much work he puts into everything he does, it’ll never be enough.

He can’t sleep, he got a B- on his last pop quiz in chemistry, Coach Wilson shouts at him every practice for his clumsy feet and his slow pace during warmups, Tony’s been staring at him with the same worried expression every time he goes over for lab days.

Even Flash has been worried about Peter.

“You okay, Parker?” Flash had sounded at least partially concerned before quickly tacking on, “Because I get your spot on Acadeca if you’re slacking.”

But it had been weeks since Flash had been mean to Peter, he hadn’t been tripping Peter in the hallways or spitting cruel words at him in class.

If Flash is being nice to Peter, that means there’s really a problem.

May slips into the living room, meaning it’s already three am, when she leaves for her occasional morning shifts at the hospital. She lifts the quilt off the back of the couch to drape over him.

“Have a good day at work,” Peter slurs, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Have a good day at school, honey.” She leans down and presses a quick kiss to his forehead. “And thank you for helping out this weekend with chores. I’m really proud of you, you know that? And I’m really proud of you for your football game. I’ll see you tonight?”

Peter has to think for too long, scanning through his mental to do list. “Got football practice and then robotics till seven. And I said I’d walk MJ home first so I’ll only be home at nine or ten.”

“Michelle’s the opposite direction of here from school, isn’t she?”

“Mm,” Peter replies intelligently, the perfect image of a genius student planning on applying to MIT.

May kisses his forehead again. He knows she’s worried about him, he knows she wants to tell him to stop, or at least slow down, that he needs to take care of himself. But it’s not the time nor place for an argument like that. “Well, I’ll be asleep by the time you get back, but I’ll leave your dinner in the microwave. You’re too good, Peter.”

Peter barely manages to utter a goodbye and an I love you before his mouth stops working again, content to pretend to sleep for another two hours before he’s off to pick up MJ before school. She lives in a shadier part of town and she mentioned, quiet and more honest about herself than she normally is, that she gets nervous walking to school and back because of some people who have been trying to get her attention.

Without hesitation, Peter had offered to walk to and from school from now on. To keep her safe and comfortable. He is a superhero after all.

Just because that adds an extra hour and a half to his already hour-long trek to Midtown, doesn’t mean anything. He’s okay with waking up at five in the morning to get to school, and he’s okay with only making it home late after practices. If it means MJ’s safe, he’ll give up another chunk of his sleeping time for her.

MJ talks idly about academic decathlon for the majority of the long walk to school.

She keeps a hand firmly on his upper arm, as though scared he may keel over if she isn’t careful. Her eyes rarely leave his face, even if he barely offers any facial expressions let alone any words of wisdom. Easily, though, he answers every one of her decathlon practice questions from memory, proving that the sleeplessness and the stress hasn’t totally messed up his intelligence.

Or so he thinks.

He’s about to leave his history class when his teacher stops him.

She’s a nice woman who doesn’t assign a crazy amount of homework, no more than his other classes do, and she’s generally lenient with marking assignments. He wracks his head for any reason why she would stop him. He’s pretty positive he handed in his history assignment about one of the presidents at the end of the previous week, and he remembers being pretty confident in his answers to the pop quiz.

“Sit down for a second,” Miss Christie says, gesturing to the chair beside her desk. She has the decency to look sympathetic and confused when she tells him, “Your grades have dropped drastically since midterm, Peter.”

“What?” His brain’s moving a bit too slow through the sludge of his to do lists.

At midterm, he managed an eighty-eight on his test which brought his overall grade up to an eighty-five. Not his best grade, but certainly nowhere near worrying. He was just going to make sure to ace the exam, and he was sure he’d get a ninety out of the class.

“Your grade has gone from nearly a ninety down to barely passing, Peter,” Miss Christie explains, pulling open his file on the computer. “I normally wouldn’t worry too much about a sixty-five, it’s not too abnormal for lower grades in a history class for a STEM school, but this is concerning coming from a bright student like you.”

“I don’t understand.”

Miss Christie frowns, turning her monitor towards him and zooming into his grades. It shows all his assignments he’s submitted, all his grades slipping towards mid-fifties and lower. His pop quiz he only managed a thirty percent on.

“At this school, as you know, if you don’t make a sixty or higher for your final grade, you fail the class.”

Peter’s whole world feels like it’s crashing down around him.

“Now, I know how much potential you have, Peter, but I’ve taken a peek at the last assignment you submitted, and at this rate, you won’t be passing the class unless you put more effort in.”

More effort.

He doesn’t know where he has the time for more effort anywhere.

May’s going to kill him.

He might as well throw his MIT application down the drain if he fails history.

“I, uh, it’s just- Between my classes and my extra-curriculars and the internship, I just- I don’t have the time for much,” Peter admits. He’s not quite sure why he’s alright admitting his struggles to his history teacher and not to people like Tony or Ned or May, but the words fall from his tired mouth before he can stop them.

Miss Christie smiles like she understands his struggle. “I can give you another week to finish your last history project and I’ll assign an extra-credit assignment to get your grade up a little more, if that’s what you’d like. If all goes well with those two projects, future assignments, and your exam, I think you could pull off an eighty, Peter. Hope’s not lost.”

He doesn’t know how to tell her he doesn’t have time for two more big projects this week.

Football practices are longer because they have another game on Sunday, Academic Decathlon is getting harder because they have sectionals coming up, robotics club has a tournament in a few weeks so they need to put extra work into completing their robots, student class president debates are in a few days and then voting is coming up, he agreed to take on a project from the real Stark interns who need his help with their prototype, not to mention his actual homework.

“I just- Miss Christie, I need a good grade for college applications and I- My schedule is already as packed as possible, is there anyway I can get an extension-”

“I can’t start making exceptions for students, Peter. I’m already being generous by giving you more time for the first project.”

Peter swallows thickly, suddenly feeling very nauseas and dizzy. “Of course, Miss Christie. Thank you.”

He barely lets her finish giving her spiel on hard work equals good results before he races down the hallway towards the bathroom.

*

“You can’t tell May or Tony about this,” he begs, slumping against the wall, trying desperately to stop crying.

“Peter, this isn’t okay,” Ned says. His eyes are too wide and he looks shakier than Peter feels. He’s got a wad of damp paper towel and gently pats the sweat from Peter’s forehead.

MJ’s leaning against the sinks despite it being a boy’s bathroom. “Are you sick? Catch a stomach bug?”

“Panic attack.”

Apparently, that’s not the right answer because Ned cups Peter’s cheek and tips his head up, patting away his sweat and tears more insistently.

“I’m late for- for-” Peter’s vision swims as he stares at the watch, unable to comprehend the ticking hands or match it to his mental to do list.

“Tutoring. It’s lunch,” MJ supplies. She steps into the already-cramped stall and slides to the floor beside Peter. “Don’t worry, Flash is taking over for you. That kid already knows all she needs to know, though. She doesn’t really need Flash’s help.”

“We can’t hide this from May or Tony. You need help, Peter.” Ned finally gives up with the paper towel but his eyes are just as wide as he grabs Peter’s hand, hanging on to him.

Peter shrugs, eyeing MJ carefully before he lets his head fall on her shoulder. He closes his eyes, shutting himself off from further argument.

Nothing’s right.

The three friends are cramped together in a bathroom stall because Peter can’t hold himself together, because no matter how hard he tries, he’ll never be enough.

He doesn’t say any of that, all the words getting clogged in his chest where all his self-loathing and pain sits. Instead, he murmurs a soft apology and lets his eyes fall shut.

Eventually, they have to drag themselves off the bathroom floor for class.

Ned rambles about how Peter should see the school nurse and go home for the rest of the day, and Peter makes up excuses about how he’s fine just a little stressed, how he’ll make sure to take the night easy and get some good rest and be back to normal by the next morning.

Even MJ tries to convince him to sit out of chemistry, even though Peter’s grade has dropped in that class too, even just to lie down in the nurse’s office for an hour.

But Peter throws on the most convincing smile he can muster and shakes his head, promising them that he’s fine.

And they trust him enough to take his word for it.

Maybe that’s a mistake.

*

May’s asleep by the time he gets home, so he grabs some money from his secret stash he’s been saving from some of the paid tutoring he’s been doing and grabs himself a few energy drinks from the bodega a block away.

And then he sets himself up at his desk with all the work he has to do laid out in front of him.

He was in for another long night.

*

It’s not like he has the option to stop.

It’s not that simple, it’s never been. Failing, at this point, would be the worst thing he’s ever done. The list of people he’d be letting down is too long, too many, he can’t do that. He can’t let down his loved ones like Tony and May, Ben, Mary and Richard, Pepper and the Avengers, his teachers, his friends, himself. He can’t do that.

Everything is resting on this.

May won’t be able to move out of the city, she’ll have to continue taking care of him when he’s unable to move, she’ll have to keep working to take care of him, she’ll have to keep worrying about him every night he goes out patrolling. He’ll continue dragging her down.

Tony and Pepper won’t be able to retire.

He’s heard them talking about that dream they have. The cabin, far away from everyone and everything, maybe a child down the line, a child of their own, not just some orphan kid they got saddled with. The garden, the lake, the pet, the baby, the ability to give up all the things tethering them down. Peter’s meant to take over SI when he graduates MIT. There’s never been an If with them. Like they couldn’t even imagine a world where Peter couldn’t do it.

Letting them down now?

He’d lose his second family. He’d lose Tony and Pepper, he’d lose his ties to the Avengers. How could he be Tony Stark’s prodigy if he couldn’t even get into MIT?

He has to work harder.

He has to do more.

He has to be better.

 He has to.

*

MJ puts a hand on his knee in English class, everything between now and then is a confusing blur, but he’s suddenly grounded.

“You’ve been shaking all class,” she says. Her eyes are wide and worried, and she doesn’t take her hand off his leg. “When was the last time you slept?”

He takes another sip from his water bottle, filled with an energy drink. It makes his knee bounce under MJ’s hand. He tries to shake away how cloudy his mind is, trying to focus on what the teacher’s droning on about.

“Hey,” MJ says, elbowing him to get his attention. “If you don’t sleep at night, you’re never going to be able to focus.”

“I slept fine,” he snaps, pushing her hand off his leg.

The teacher’s talking about Shakespeare, going over the play they were asked to read earlier on. He knows it like the back of his hand, so it doesn’t matter that he zoned out for most of class.

“Don’t be a dick when I’m just trying to help.”

He shakes his head again, one hand lifting to tug at his hair, pain clearing a little bit of the fog.

“I’m sorry.” He sounds panicked, even to his own ears. He’s been fucking everything up, everywhere he goes, but he can’t lose his friends, he can’t fuck this up.

“It’s fine, dude, just…” She looks towards the teacher, who hasn’t seemed to notice their distraction, and slides her notebook across to him. She’s drawn a few sketches of him, all of which picture him with dark circles under his eyes, hair sticking up every which way, and movement lines around his legs and fingers. There are some notes on Shakespeare between the sketches and some absent thoughts in the margins.

Peter doesn’t know what to say.

“I’m worried, okay?” she says so genuine that it hurts his chest. She reaches out to touch his leg again, seeming to understand how much the small gesture helps. “I know you’re stressed about college applications, but you’re falling apart, and I don’t know how much longer I can just watch you do that to yourself.”

“I have to get into MIT.”

“You have Tony Stark willing to write you a letter of recommendation, all this other stuff, football and student council, it’s not necessary. All it’s doing is destroying you.”

Peter’s voice drops to below a whisper. “I don’t want a stupid accident to be the reason I get in.”

“Accident?”

“Spider-Man! I can’t have… It’s unfair. I’ll spend my whole life wondering if it was just a fluke.”

“How is that a fluke?”

“I wandered off on a field trip and got bit by an experiment. I should be dead. It’s a complete fluke that I am who I am.”

“It’s not a fluke that Tony’s kept you around,” she argues. Her nails are digging into his leg a little, pressing the fabric of his jeans into his skin. Her voice almost raises, but she catches herself and glances back towards the teacher before whispering, “For a genius, you’re acting really fucking stupid.”

Peter takes a shuddering breath. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“It’s not. You know it’s not. You’re killing yourself for no good reason.”

“MJ, Peter, your attention please,” the teacher says. They both apologize quickly, and MJ sends him a look that says this isn’t over.

*

MJ practically drags him by the ear to the nearest bathroom once class is let out.

“You know I’ve got super strength, right?” he says, though he doesn’t even think he could access it through his exhaustion anyway, not that he’d try. He’d let MJ drag him wherever she pleases.

MJ lets him go when they’re safely inside the single-person bathroom and leans back against the sink, staring him down.

“If you’re going to reprimand me, can we get it over with? I’ve got things to do, Em.”

“We’re waiting for Ned. He’s on his way.”

Peter rolls his eyes and huffs out a sigh. “So this isn’t a reprimand, it’s an intervention?”

“You should be grateful it’s only going to be me and Ned. I could’ve pulled some strings and had Stark and May yell at you too.”

Peter winces. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t if you stop acting like an idiot.”

There’s a knock on the door, a rhythmic sound, and MJ opens it to let Ned in. Ned’s face is flushed and his eyes are a little too wide, and anger sparks in Peter’s chest, setting off a red-hot forest fire through his body.

“Did Flash say something to you?”

Ned only gets like this, red-faced and wringing hands, when someone insults him.

“It’s fine, Peter,” Ned says quickly. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter! I’m going to kill him. What did he say?”

MJ puts a hand on his shoulder, almost like she’s ready to hold him in place, like he’ll shake out of his own skin. “Easy tiger. Getting in a fight with Flash is the last thing you need to be worrying about.”

Peter looks to Ned who already seems to have calmed down at least a little. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, dude. I’m fine. Flash is always going to be Flash. It’s really okay… What’s important is you right now. What’s going on with you? When was the last time you slept?”

“I have to get into MIT.”

MJ rolls her eyes and pulls away from him. She smells like vanilla and it makes him dizzy. “He thinks the whole Spider-Man and Tony Stark internship is an unfair advantage he shouldn’t be able to use in order to get in.”

Ned’s jaw drops open and he looks absolutely flabbergasted at the idea. “That’s insane! Do you really think that?”

“As I told MJ, I wandered on a field trip and suddenly I have things that most people could only dream of having. It’s not fair that Tony Stark can write me a letter because I wandered on a field trip. I can’t use Spider-Man like I’m better than everyone else because I wandered on a field trip. It’s not fair.”

“Just because it was an accident that it happened doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve the benefits that come from it,” Ned says. “You could’ve gotten those powers and done nothing. Nobody is making you use your abilities for good. You save people’s lives, you do everything you can to keep Queens and Midtown safe. You spend hours everyday getting knives or worse pointed at you to keep those people safe. And it’s just some fluke? I don’t think so.”

Peter shakes his head, shutting his eyes when he feels tears burn at them. “It’s not that simple. I’m Spider-Man, but Spider-Man isn’t me. Spider-Man isn’t some poor kid from Queens who has one and a half friends and can’t keep his grade up in History. Spider-Man isn’t some teenager who dumpster dives and reads graphic novels. Spider-Man isn’t Peter Parker. And because Spider-Man isn’t Peter Parker, anything that Spider-Man has can’t be mine. The acclaim, the ties to the Avengers, the internship, those all belong to Spider-Man, not me.”

Neither of them seem to have an answer for him.

Ned’s looking at him like Peter’s a stranger, confused and uncertain.

MJ’s looking at him like she finally realizes he can’t be helped. He’s too far down to be fixed by a simple pep talk in the bathroom.

“It’s not fair for me to use Spider-Man or Mister Stark as leverage for university. So, in order to get in, I have to beef up my application. I need extra curriculars, good grades, AP classes, I need this stuff in order to get into MIT. I can’t stop.”

Ned shakes his head. His eyes are misty and his face is still red. “Sure, okay, but if you stack up your day to be full of extra curriculars and homework, you have to drop Spider-Man patrols and internship nights and tutoring for the money, you can’t do everything.”

“I have to do everything. I’m still Spider-Man, even if Spider-Man isn’t me. I have a responsibility to this city, to try as hard as I can to keep people safe. And I have a responsibility to Mister Stark to be a protegee, to be his heir, so that he can finally retire, both from Stark Industries and from Iron Man. I have a responsibility to May to make her proud. I have a responsibility to my parents, to Ben, to do something great like MIT. I have a responsibility to May to get scholarships so I don’t rely on her for money she doesn’t have. I… I don’t have a choice. I can’t just give up.”

“You’re going to kill yourself!” MJ says, voice loud, and Peter’s head pounds.

“I’m going to get in and I’m going to graduate and then I can stop. It’s only six months. I can survive six months of this.”

“At this rate, you’ll be dead in a week.” She sounds so angry, so upset with him, and god it hurts to feel like despite all the effort he’s put in, he’s still managing to let people down. “Do you have any idea what sleep deprivation does to a person? Especially someone who enjoys swinging around hundreds of feet in the sky and fighting people with guns.”

Peter looks to Ned, tries to see if maybe his best friend will understand, will, at the very least, take a different approach, but Ned just stares back, eyes wet and jaw clenched.

Peter’s breaths have gone shaky, chest aching with the lack of oxygen. “I can’t just stop, Em.”

“I’m not giving you a choice,” she grounds out. “This ends now.”

“I can’t stop,” he repeats, tears blurring his vision. He falls back against the wall, head thumping against the bricks.  “I can’t. It’ll look worse now if I was on the football team for two months before abruptly dropping out. Same for robotics or student council. Even if it’s for the betterment of my grades, it’ll still look bad on my application. I can’t stop seeing Mister Stark, he’ll know something’s up, he’ll try and convince me to stop working so hard, he’ll try and use his power to prove that I can get in even if I fail all my classes this term and that’s not fair. I can’t stop.”

MJ shakes her head. She’s made up her mind on this, and when MJ makes up her mind there’s no turning her around. “Then stop Spider-Manning. If you let yourself rest at night instead of swinging around Queens in spandex, maybe you could actually do everything else without falling apart.”

“If Spider-Man disappears, people will die. And it’ll be on me.”

“You can’t save everyone!” she shouts. Her fist hits the edge of the sink with an echoing thud. “And if you die, you won’t be able to save anyone.”

He can’t help but flinch, trying to shake his head, come up with anything, find an argument that makes sense, but he comes up blank, just failure ringing through his head.

“I can’t stop,” he repeats like it’ll make a difference.

Ned finally speaks up, “I’ll call May. I’ll tell her what you’ve been doing, how you’re failing history. How little sleep you’ve been getting. I’ll tell her.”

“And what’s she going to do,” Peter challenges. “Tie me to my bed? Force me to sleep? Take away the suit? Ground me? She’d have to invest in vibranium locks if she really wanted to keep me from going out.”

“You’re really going to fight all of us?” MJ says, disbelief and anger darkening her voice.

“I have to do this.”

“Well, I’m not going to stand by and watch.” She shakes her head at him, mouth set in a deep frown, and then she walks out of the bathroom and his life.

He looks at Ned, silently pleading for him to understand, and Ned stares back with wet eyes for a moment before turning away as well.

He’s left alone in that bathroom, ears ringing and head spinning and tears sliding down his cheeks, clinging to his jaw, lungs aching.

*

Is it possible to do this without his two best friends at his side? He isn’t sure but he’s convinced himself that there’s no going back now. The only way he’ll get them back is if he stops, and that’s not an option.

So it’ll just be him against the world. He can handle that. He has before.

It’ll all be worth it when he gets that shiny acceptance letter.

*

“Kid.”

Tony says it in a way that Peter instantly knows what’s happening. He’s sitting at the dining room table when Peter gets to the tower for Lab Night, hands crossed on the table, shoulders tight, mouth set in a firm line.

“I don’t need another fucking intervention.” He doesn’t know where the anger came from, seeping through the tired cracks. He’s pretty sure he’s never sworn at Tony before. He’s not surprised that MJ and Ned ratted on him, he knew they would after their fight in the bathroom, he just hoped Tony wouldn’t make a big deal of it.

Tony shakes his head, gesturing towards the pulled-out chair beside him, Peter doesn’t move from the hallway, just drops his backpack on the floor. “Kid.”

“If you’re going to lecture me, I’m going to pass. I have shit to do.” He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. There’s no filter left. All that’s left is hardened sharp edges and dark rings beneath his eyes and the ghost of who he was shaking its head at him.

“Peter-” Tony never calls him that, so Peter knows it’s serious. “-Please just come sit and we can talk about this. It’s not a lecture or- or an intervention, I just… I’m worried.”

He crosses his arms tight, curling into himself a little. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not, kid, and I’m sorry I let it slide for too long, I should’ve said something sooner, but I thought… I don’t know what I thought.”

“I’m fine,” Peter grounds out again. “And I have shit to do.”

Tony stands slowly, hands open and fingers spread like Peter’s a feral animal. “You’re working yourself to the bone. You’re going to get hurt.”

Peter stays quiet, staring Tony down. The older hero takes a step closer and Peter steps back, keeping space between them.

“I’ve looked at Karen’s reports, kid-”

“You’re still spying on me?”

“I’m checking in.”

“I should’ve disabled those stupid protocols months ago.”

Tony doesn’t meet Peter’s fire with fire, though, he just looks… aged. He looks more exhausted than Peter feels, wrinkles set deeper than Peter remembers, streaks of grey in his hair standing out in the moonlight. “I just want you to be safe.”

“I’m fine, okay? I haven’t been to medical in weeks.”

“You’ve been averaging two hours of sleep a night. Do you know what that’ll do to your reflexes? Your fighting abilities?”

“How many fucking times do I have to say I’m fine?” Peter’s voice has raised a little, not much but it still feels like it echoes off the walls of the dark hallway, it rattles inside his head.

Tony sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. “You’re working too hard. You’re not sleeping, you’re drinking an obscene amount of caffeine, you’re not eating enough, you’re stressed, you’re lashing out. You know who you sound like?”

“Exactly. Who are you to judge?”

“I’ve learned from those mistakes, Pete. And I don’t want you to make them too. You’re going to get yourself killed patrolling or have a caffeine overdose or hurt yourself in the lab or burn bridges or turn to something worse than caffeine to get you through the day.”

“I’m not you!” Peter snaps. He can feel tears in his throat, voice threatening to break, hands shaking so he curls them into fists and stuffs them in his pockets. “I’m fine, okay? I can handle it.”

Tony shakes his head again, people have been doing that a lot lately when they talk to him. “I spoke to your principal, Peter.”

He flinches, taking another step back into the dark hallway. His breaths are coming too quick and a headache is beginning to form behind his eyes and Tony’s eyes are following him, tracking every movement that cements his points, and he looks so fucking sympathetic, so hurt.

“I’m going to fix it, okay? I have a few more days to perfect that history assignment and I’ll get the grade up by finals. It’s going to be fine. I can fix it.”

“It’s not just history, Peter.” Tony keeps saying his name and Peter hates how it’s grounding him to the conversation, stopping his swirling to-do lists in their place to hear Tony’s words. “It’s history and it’s chemistry and it’s calculus and it’s gym and your football coach says-”

“I can fix it!” Peter pleads, voice trembling. “I just need to try harder, I just need to put more effort in, I just- I just need to do more.”

Peter’s starting to feel claustrophobic in the hallway, images of Toomes and dust and darkness seeping into his eyesight.

“There’s nothing more you can give,” Tony says, gentle despite tearing down Peter’s world with just his words. “There’s not enough time in the world.”

“Fuck you,” Peter spits, he takes another step back. He points a shaking finger at Tony. “Fuck you. And fuck Ned for telling you. And fuck Coach for thinking I’m not good enough. And fuck MJ for switching me to an alternate. And fuck Miss Christie for not giving me a chance. And- and fuck Oscorp for making that fucking spider and putting these responsibilities on me. And fuck for parents for putting this pressure on me. And- And-”

“Kid.” And he sounds so genuine and pained and soft. And Peter fucking hates him.

“This, all of this, is your fucking fault. Yours, and May’s, and my parents, and Pepper’s, and Ben’s, and Ned’s. It’s on you.”

Tony, for his credit, just sighs softly and nods. “I know what it’s like to be under that kind of pressure. To have people make it seem like their future for you is the only one that matters, that you have these insane expectations to live up to and what you do will never be enough. But, kid, we’re all proud of you already. You don’t have to go to MIT for us to be proud. I can’t speak for your parents or for your uncle, but me and May and Pepper, we’d be proud if you went to community college. Hell, we’d be proud if you didn’t go to college at all. You don’t need MIT to have our approval, Peter. And we certainly don’t want you to kill yourself trying to get there.”

Peter shakes his head, tears beginning to curl down his cheeks, no doubt bright red already. “What about your future? I’ve heard you talk about it. You and Pepper and that- a kid, a kid who’s actually yours, retiring, giving up Iron Man and Stark Industries. You can’t do that if I go to a fucking community college.”

“We’ll figure it out. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!” he shouts, unable to stop himself, voice wavering. He clenches his teeth so hard that his head starts to pound. “I can’t let everyone down.”

“And I’m not going to lose you, Peter.”

“I can do it!”

“Kid.” He sounds so pained, strained, desperate. “You’re going to go out patrolling on zero sleep, hopped up on too much caffeine, and you’re not going to be able to dodge that bullet. I’m going to get the red alert that you’re hurt and I’m going to be the one to find you bleeding out in some shoddy alley. And I’m not going to be able to save you. I’m going to have to hold you as you die. I’m going to have to show up at May’s door at an unforgivable hour and give her the news. Is that really what you want?”

There are images of that night in his peripherals. The black of the gun, the grey of Ben’s jacket, the red on the pavement, the gold of the police officer’s badge, the red on his hands, the brown of the apartment complex, the red on his jeans, the green of their apartment door, the brown of May’s hair, the red of her eyes, the red on his sweater, the red on his shoes.

“It’s not going to happen.”

“You can’t promise me that.”

“I can do it!” He’s crying, choked back sobs making his whole body tremble. “Why doesn’t anybody think I can do it? I have to- I can’t stop-”

Tony shakes his head again and again. “You’re going to get yourself killed, Peter.”

Peter doesn’t have the energy to stand anymore, pressing his back into the wall and sliding down it, knees pulling up to his chest. He curls into himself, as tight as he can, suddenly sobbing loudly into his knees.

“I can’t let everybody down. I can’t stop. I can’t give up,” he chokes out, pushing his hands into his hair and tugging until pain clouds his vision as much as his tears.

“I’ve made so many mistakes in my life, kid,” Tony says. “But I promised myself I wouldn’t let you become me. I swore after-” His voice breaks, guilt rushing into it. “After Toomes, that I wouldn’t make another mistake with you. So I can’t, I can’t let you do this.”

And Peter, he feels so small, so broken, so lost. “Are you going to take the suit?”

“If that’s what it takes to stop you from patrolling on no sleep, then yes, I have to.”

He bites his lip to stop the noise of despair from escaping him, metallic blood filling his mouth. He grabs his backpack from where he left it when all this started and throws it at Tony, too much superstrength behind his throw when it hits Tony in the chest with a solid noise.

“I wouldn’t have to if you dropped those extra-curriculars, Peter, or let me help with homework, or stopped tutoring or something. If I thought you could still be safe out there.” And he does sound genuinely guilty.

“Leave me alone.” He means to say it angrily, means to shout it from deep in his lungs, means to make it hurt, means to throw it like a dagger, but it just comes out small, weak, childish.

“Kid-”

“Please,” he says, looking up from his knees to meet Tony’s empathy with red eyes and wet eyelashes and a hoarse voice, to meet him with emptiness. “Leave me alone.”

Tony swallows loud enough for Peter to hear even through the rushing in his ears and then nods slowly. “Okay, kid. You know where to find me. And just so you know, I’m not doing this to be malicious. Everything I do is for you.”

“Go away.”

And he’s left alone. MJ, Ned, and now Tony. Gone.

He cries until he has nothing left to give. And then he curls up on the hardwood floor and cries some more.

*

When he wakes, there’s a blanket covering his body and a pillow underneath his head in the hallway, and a glass of water sits nearby. His head throbs something wicked and his back aches, but it’s probably the most sleep he’s gotten all week.

He drinks some water and then slowly rises to his feet, joints cracking at every move. He keeps the blanket tucked around his shoulders, hanging off him like a cape, and shuffles towards the kitchen.

See, he knows he’s in the wrong. He’s known since before MJ confronted him that what he was doing to himself was fucked up. He knows that this isn’t good or healthy or right, that he’s pushing everyone away like he wants to be killed and forgotten. He knows that Tony had every right to be pissed after yesterday. He knows that he hurt his friends and his family. He just doesn’t know how to stop anymore, he doesn’t know what to do. He’s lost and he feels small, he wants his mom to run her fingers through his hair and tell him everything will be okay.

Instead, he puts on a pot of coffee.

He makes two cups, too much sugar in one and just a little milk in the other, and takes them down to the lab.

He hesitates just outside the glass doors. He knows Tony didn’t sleep last night. He knows Tony has every right to hate him. He knows Tony probably broke down the second he left Peter alone. He knows Tony probably had footage of him sleeping open all night. And Peter doesn’t know if he can fix this.

Tony looks up like he knows Peter’s there. His eyes are red-rimmed, a little wild from caffeine consumption, and his hair sticks up in every direction like he ran his hand through it a hundred times.

Peter walks into the lab cautiously, slowly, like he’s the one approaching a feral animal this time. He doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t say anything at all, he just sets the coffee down in front of Tony and then backs off a few feet.

They stare at each other for a few moments.

“Hey, kid,” Tony finally says, looking like he might cry at any moment, Peter feels the same, on the edge of a precipice.

Peter’s hands are shaking so badly that his coffee is spilling. He sets it down on the lab bench, knowing it’ll make a ring and guilt rising just a little higher.

“Hi,” he squeaks, swallowing again and again. He doesn’t let himself clench his hands into fists, just lets them shake.

Tony takes a long sip of coffee, Peter watches every movement he makes like he’s scared Tony will lash out at him, like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop and it could happen at any second.

“Kid,” Tony says again. But he doesn’t follow it up with any words of wisdom.

The apologies ball up in his throat, getting stuck, and his breathing starts to struggle around them.

Tony’s expression softens, shoulders relaxing a little. “It’s okay.”

And Peter’s the one to start shaking his head fervently now. “It’s not okay.”

“It’s okay,” Tony repeats gently, always so gentle like Peter’s made of fucking glass. “It’s going to be okay, kid.”

“I don’t know what to do.” Peter feels panicked, trapped, scared. He feels like he’s dying. Like the past weeks of pushing himself beyond what he’s capable of have finally caught up to him. All the caffeine, the sleepless nights, the stress, the fights, the anger, the nightmares, the headaches, the visions, the pressure, it all just caves in at once.

“We’ll figure it out, okay?”

“I don’t want to die,” Peter chokes out. Because Tony was right, if he continued like this, he was going to die before he was able to make it to MIT, no ifs ands or buts. He would die. Even without the suit, he would die.

And he didn’t think it would bother him so much, the idea of dying, but with the work he’s put towards his future, is also the dreams of what could be. That future he’s planned for himself could be so exciting, so fulfilling, if he made it there.

“It’s going to be okay, bud. We’re going to figure it out.”

Peter doesn’t cry, he doesn’t think he has a single tear left in him, but his shoulders wrack with pain regardless. He reaches out for Tony with what strength he has when the whole world is caving in on him. And Tony moves quickly, standing and coming around the bench, wrapping Peter up in his arms, taking the weight of the world off his shoulders, burdening some of the pressure with him.

“I can’t give up,” Peter says, words muffled in Tony’s sweater.

“You don’t have to give up, buddy, but we have to make some changes.”

“I need MIT. I need Boston. I need scholarships. I need the grades and the extra-curriculars and the money, I need Spider-Man. How- How?”

Tony holds him up when his knees threaten to give out, cradles the back of his neck, a good pressure that alleviates a little bit of the pressure behind his eyes. “MJ told me how you feel. That what Spider-Man has doesn’t belong to you. That I, what we have, belongs to Spider-Man and not you, but you’re my kid, Peter Parker is, not Spider-Man.”

“We wouldn’t have met without the spider. We wouldn’t know each other. I wouldn’t have this internship, I wouldn’t have a spot in your life. Even if you like me for me and not my alter-ego, it still is because of him.”

“Even so, I wouldn’t have kept you around if I didn’t like you, kiddo. I wouldn’t have offered an internship, I wouldn’t have bought back this tower to stay nearby, I wouldn’t have wine nights with your aunt, I wouldn’t have movie nights with you, I wouldn’t go to your decathlon meets, I wouldn’t be handing over my company, I wouldn’t be planning out a room for you in my cabin, if it weren’t for you.”

“You are?”

“You’re my kid, Peter.”

“So it wouldn’t be wrong for me to use the internship on my application,” Peter says quietly, less of a question. “It wouldn’t be wrong for you to write me a letter of recommendation.”

“I have one written already. Had it written since you were fifteen.”

Peter breathes in the smell of metal and day-old cologne and coffee, and finally feels like his lungs accept the oxygen for the first time in what feels like forever. Tony will make it all okay.

*

“Hey… I’m sorry for what happened the other day,” he says, listening to the tinny sound of silence as he leaves a message on MJ’s phone. “I really am. I know you were just trying to help, I was just too far gone to accept it. I’m- I’m going to stop, relax, slow down. You were right, of course you were. I don’t know a time when you weren’t right. I’m dropping football and robotics and tutoring. I can’t do it all and Spider-Man. I’m taking a couple days off, a ‘mental health long weekend’ Tony’s calling it. If you… Maybe you’d think about coming by? I know you have no reason to forgive me, but- I just- I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry. And thank you. Thank you for trying to help me, thank you for being a friend, thank you for putting up with me these past months, thank you for telling Mister Stark, thank you for everything. Alright, well… bye, MJ.”

*

May comes by that night. She cries when Tony tells her how bad it got, how little sleep Peter was getting, how much he was pushing himself. She cries and gathers Peter up in her arms like he’s still five-years-old.

“Peter, baby,” she says into his hair. And that’s all it takes for him to cry too. And she keeps saying it, “Peter, baby, I should’ve known, I should’ve seen it. I’ve been working too much and I…”

“I just wanted to make Ben proud,” he cries into her scrubs.

“Ben would be so proud of you, baby, so goddamn proud. You don’t need to do anything more than be you for him to be proud. I’m so sorry we ever made you think otherwise. He loved you so much and he just saw so much potential in you, we all do, that’s why- We never wanted to put you under so much pressure, just wanted to make sure you knew you could do anything you set your mind to.”

*

MJ and Ned come by. They exchange their apologies, even MJ says she’s sorry for being so angry that day.

They spend the day playing video games and talking and eating.

Peter feels like the balance has been restored in the universe.

*

When he finally applies to MIT as well as plenty of back-up schools, he doesn’t freak out. He thinks that it’ll be okay, whatever happens. If he has to do a lap year, so be it, if he goes to a college in Boston or New York for a year before reapplying, it’ll be okay.

His grades have steadily increased since The Intervention, and his caffeine intake has steadily declined. He hangs out with his friends more regularly, spends time with May, has relaxed nights with Tony instead of cramming them full of studying. He gets back his spot on the Academic Decathlon team and splits his responsibilities as student class president with his vice president.

Tony pats him on the shoulder and presses a kiss to his forehead when he hits the final submit button on his final application. He murmurs a quiet admission of pride into Peter’s hair.

Whatever happens, it’ll be okay.

*

MJ gets early acceptance to Harvard. Peter’s never seen her smile that wide before.

*

Ned gets accepted to MIT a few weeks later. He brings the letter to Peter’s apartment and says that they should wait until Peter gets his, but Peter shakes his head and tells him to open it now. Ned’s hands shake badly as he opens the letter. There’s a long moment of silence as Ned reads and Peter waits.

And then, “I got accepted.”

Ned doesn’t sound as happy as he should, sounds nervous even as he looks up at Peter.

“Dude!” Peter exclaims, jumping up from his seat. He grabs the letter from Ned’s hands and reads the congratulations. He throws his arms around Ned. “Holy shit!”

Ned hugs him tight but when they pull away, he still looks small. “You’re not… upset? I mean, if you don’t get it, I can wait to start, defer until next year-”

“Are you kidding?” Peter says, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. “I’m so proud of you, dude. I’m so excited for you. You deserve it, man.”

And Ned finally smiles. “I can’t believe it.”

Peter pulls him into another hug.

*

Peter doesn’t hear anything for weeks.

There are a few nights where his anxiety gets the best of him. Sometimes, he heads over to Tony’s lab, knowing he’ll be up even at the odd hours. Sometimes, he swings over to MJ’s, lands on her fire escape and taps on her window. She’s always there to soothe his worries. She doesn’t have a doubt in her mind that he’ll get accepted, neither does May or Tony or Ned. But, worse case scenario, it’ll all work out. Nobody’s going to be upset or mad if he doesn’t go to MIT in the fall.

*

And then he gets it.

He’s studying at the dining room table with Ned and MJ, preparing for midterms in March, when May comes home from work with the mail. And sitting among them is the letter he was waiting for.

MIT.

“You ready?” MJ asks. She puts her hand over his on the letter.

“No matter what it says, it’ll be okay,” Ned reminds him. “No matter what.”

Tears burn his eyes all of a sudden. He puts the letter down on the table, unopened, swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat. They have a future planned out, the three of them. An apartment in Boston, road trips together back to New York whenever they can, MJ wants to get a cat. May’s had her two-week notice letter ready on the coffee table. Tony’s already started blueprints for that cabin he’ll build. He knows he keeps saying everything will be okay if he doesn’t get in, but…

“It will be,” MJ says like she knows what he was thinking. “You can still come to Boston with us if you don’t get in. Your future doesn’t rest on what this letter says.”

Peter believes her, that it’ll be okay, but slides the letter to her, silently asking her to do the honors, he can’t do it himself.

She nods and picks it up. She gives him one last reassuring smile before opening the envelope.

“Dear Peter Parker,” MJ reads.

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[sparkbugs]

Ep 105 of jrwi liveblog!! My thoughts and reactions under the cut :3

The psa is so real good on you jay

Skip to like 20 mins in cause I forgor to write-

The egg joke was great LMAO. Also BIRD BIRD :D also. They left the tortle to die???? Oopsie I fucking guess??

Underground town :o chip pls just follow bird bird mannnn

I’m still so worried about Early Drey and Finn on the boat oh my goddddddd (THANK GOD THE SHIP IS SAFE WAA)

NEW NPC WIRH ART OHGHDHHS I LOVE HER??? Whomst are you… pink smithy lady… OHGGGGGG TRICELLE ROLFAERA YOU ARE ALSO GORGEOUS

Bird bird my bestie… they better save everyone on this island man like I get it’s their home but they don’t need to be stuck here anymore

HOLYYY SHITTT 7’2… who is this… artists I kiss u /p you’re so fuckin talented and the art you’ve made is so so pretty

IGNEOUS!!! IVE SEEN ART OF THIS BOY OH HES RAINBOW HES SO COOOOL

LMAO GILLION THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU <3

This woman. I want to be her friend.. ZAMIA :D BE MY FRIEND PLS YOURE SO COOL

I love how they’re arguing in front of these people LMAOOO “you lot are crazy, man” yea igneous. They’re a bit insane but it’s ok!!

“We’re the weird kind of pirates that throw our money off the boat and save things” 💀 yea well.

Well they’re gonna go beat up bad pirates that are killing these people and something bars gonna happen cause when does it ever go right!!! Haha. Ha. (Referencing a Spoiler I know that happens but I have no idea When it happens)

Group huddle moment!! Bring all these people on the ship I don’t care :) save them all somehow

Gilly nugget of wisdom. He’s smart I agree with him

There’s a lot :( just. Aaaag

God taking out the corruption on their own is going to be. Terrible.

Yeaaa gillion you. Need to stop dying please <3

GILLION JUST LIKE ME FR brother you cannot save everyone I understand. I get it man but you cannot save everyone you have to look out for yourself

Hallow spell :o time to google what the spell means- aw hell yea protection spot

GOO DRAGON… chip praying? Never thought I’d see the day- oh he. Corrupted nvm

PRETZEL PLUSH ON THE FLOOR OF GRIZZ ROOM - SHE !!!!!! I think so anyway- SHE MOVED

Whomst was taken. They’re gonna get her back

Oh they have a boss that was taken :(

Just noticed puppy behind grizz :o they eepin

Zamia :( SO MANY SAPPHICS IN JRWI I love them all.

“We’re gonna help as best as we can but we also need help getting around here” seems like a reasonable request as they brought Knock back anyways.

Zamia I love you already :( you deserve the world, y’all gonna get out of here don’t worry

RABBIT! RABBIT!!!! And fox… ogghhdjs everyone on this island. They’re my favorites ever.

GIVE AWAY THE PANTS!!! QUEEN YEAHHH MAKE THEM NEW CLOTHES :D give them hope. This is so good I love this sm

Petlen!!! Trinket friend. MAGIC ROCK! Rock. Love rocks… OMG GIVE THEM FOODS FEED THEMSSS

HAJDJDISH switch blade.. AWEJDIS PETLEN :( I love them

ALICE? What how do you say her name. Smithy… “I saw you smithing from across the room” yeah I would’ve said that too tbh

CHIP FINALLY GETS STUDDED LEATHER GIVE HIM BETTER ARMOR HOLY SHIT!!!

This is we’re Knock gets the “yuh” from too-

DOES SHEBSAY ANYHING ELSE LMAOOOO I love her

Uh ohs. Jay. The map!!!! Huh hahdjgdja map??? What. Uh oh. Wuh oh

Corruptionnnb aaaaaa

LMAOOO “you see something bad? You RUN!”

17 ac finally jeez.. yay armor and upgrades

Spider webs… haha this is gonna go terribly

Ohhhh who fucked up- GRYFFON NOOOOOOO

Everything is fine everything is fine everything is fine the scuttling means nothing everything is fine everything is fineeeee

Queeeeeennn aaaaaaaahshsgaia

AAAAA spider that’s not a friend that’s not a friend uh ohssss ahahahaaa VORTEX WARP HELL YEA SMART MOVE- oh the web. RUNNNNNN A FUCK

This is fine :) I wanna be where the people areeeee I wanna seee wanna see em dancing.

Petrol.. patrol. Same thing…. (Also currently making burger while watching so I’m multitasking this is fun)

Gillion. You what. I mean yea but also haha that’s terrifying haha please be careful

Backstreets back ALRIGHT! Haha uh oh “what you don’t see” uh. Hehe there’s a heart or something.

“Like nuts” … Charlie please.

… haha! Uh oh!!!!! Hahahahdjdhgsja

This episode was great I’m so nervous. For what comes next! Hahaha!!!

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi chip #jrwi jay ferin #jrwi gillion tidestrider #jrwi gryffon #jrwi queen #jrwi bird bird #jrwi knock #jrwi igneous #jrwi zamia #jrwi Petlen #jrwi liveblog #jrwilb

[vendetta-if]

Hello! I just found ur game today and i finished reading the demo <3 I LOVE IT AAAAAA here's the list of things i like:

1) Ash. ????? He's so sweet help?!?!?! I LOVE HIM. Dear ash u have successfully own my heart, u have them wrapped in ur pretty fingers the second page u appear

2) Dad, I love you w/ all my cold dead heart<3 DAD?! DAD!!! DON'T DIE PLS DAAAAAD NOOOOOOO tHE ANGST HELP ME I'm so sad now :( pls i need a snippet w/ happy moments to heal from this trauma :')

3) Uncle Luka strides across the lobby as if he owns the place. Oh wait, he does.

AHAHAHHAHAHA I'M DYING uncle i love you too :'D

4) Mom, respectfully, 🖕🏻

5) Also, mr. Takashi u r freaking me out a lil bit...... you're uh.... A little bit uhh... creepy...?

6) Well, actually, he has the bad habit of blinking in near someone without any warning and scaring the shit out of them.

😂Uncle u r my soulmate

7) oh no, there's rin!..... and they stole my heart too! What do i do?!??...... haaaaaaaaaa

8) oh god the fighting scenes are so cool!!?! perfercto<3 oh mc is so cool. I'm so glad we can be cool<3 hehe

9) awww yeah my first kill! Scratch that, it's five!!! I killed five people yall!

10) oh my god please stop flirting right in front of us! You guys r cute, really but gods,

Alright, that's already too much detail about your uncle's sex life for tonight.

Not for tonight yo, for ever.

11) #the reason why i killed 5 ppl bcz i rlly rlly don't want to disappoint uncle & grandpa help #cuz mc is morally dubious/grey character, yay? yay!

.... Hmmmmmmmm oh lastly!!!!!

Thank you so much for creating this

glorious✨

Magnificent, beautiful, absolutely trophy worthy game! I love it so much mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmh! I i love all the characters (oh they have so much life!) I love the fighting scenes (superpower badass?! Count me in!) I love how we can choose revenge as our main goal (f u distorted voice person. I will hunt u down to the ends of the earth. And I'll take everything u ever hold value, then let you live, cause life can be ur greatest blessing or ur cruelest nightmare, and I'll make sure you'll never have a peaceful dream for the rest of your counting days.), i love the family dynamics <3, i love how ur game can make me feel (oh the moral dilemma.... i almost almost let the cop live... but what abot uncle+grandpa disappointment?!?! I-i can't live with that! So off with ur head lil hypocrite police officer man!)

....sorry that's another paragraph......... I'll uh I'll stop now.... heheh... Sorry again if this bothers you, i won't send it again if it is.... :')

Okay! Have a good day/night/life dear author <3! Here have a 🍰🍩🎠 to light up ur time! Adios~

Aww thank you so much for the kind words 🥰 And don’t worry! I love reading these little snippets of comments on sections of the demo! 😁

Ash is only sweet for MC and Luka for now, of course ☺️ They’re mostly prickly and abrasive towards other people 😆

And yes 😭 Viktor… He’s such a good and loving dad 🥺 In case you haven’t read it yet, I recently released one of the Patreon side stories for public in celebration of hitting the 2K followers here! Here’s the link to the story! It’s a wholesome and fluffy side story, so hopefully it’ll help you recover from the angst 😆 I also have another 2-part side story from Viktor’s POV on my Patreon 😄

Please forgive Takashi, he’s just still a bit heartbroken about Viktor 😔 He’s usually a (pretty deadly and ruthless) himbo 😄 And glad you’re loving Luka as well 😂 He sometimes takes too much liberty with his teleporting/blinking ability 😆

It is indeed hard to not get charmed by Rin 😩 You might not have to choose between Ash and Rin 😉 (And yes guys, Ash and Rin poly is currently planned although might not get implemented right away yet since I’ll need some additional planning to accommodate it).

And yes, gotta make MC fight with style, you know? 😂 Gotta be cool and all, like Luka. Also, I’m a bit touched that your MC agreed to kill 5 people to make Grandpa and Luka proud 🥺 They would most certainly be happy to hear about it later on 😉

🤣 Luka agrees with your sentiment that it’s enough detail about his sex life for the entirety of MC’s life 😆

Ooh this is the second time I’ve seen someone wanting to let the killer live but not out of compassion and forgiveness, but to make them suffer even more 🤔 Interesting…

And wholesome family dynamics is just my weakness 😭 I have to include it in my first ever IF.

MC’s close bonds with Luka and Ash and Grandpa might be one of the little things left that MC really holds on to after the death of their dad, their mother figure (Cara), and their grandma. And loyalty to their remaining family is one of the core cornerstones that all MCs will share with one another no matter what.

I’ve always seen close family bonds between the Morozovs to be one of their most defining characteristics and strengths (and also weakness at the same time).

It’s the reason that Viktor couldn’t cleanly leave his past behind and sever Luka and Cara completely out of his (and MC’s) life after he ran away.

But at the same time, it’s also the reason MC survives the attack and is able to grow up to become the person they are today, loved, cared for, sheltered, and protected from the harsh underground world by combined efforts from Grandpa, Luka, and Ash.

This will also be the reason that Vigilante and Superhero MC won’t be able to turn against their own family. And the reason Luka and Grandpa and Ash wouldn’t leave MC behind and abandon them even when they chose those paths for themself.

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #chapter 3 #lore #char: mc #ro: ash #ro: rin #ash/rin poly #char: takashi #char: luka #char: jackal #char: grandpa #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

[viarayy01-blog]

random asks? can i ask how u see each of the mci kids? like if u have headcanons for their ages/personalities or anything? im just curious bc they r so silly

did NOT wanna type this all out so i used voice memos (pls ignore any grammar mistakes)

OK so the way I interpret the missing children is kind of weird and it’s all kind of muddled up in my head and I’m not really sure exactly how to describe it, but we’re going to give it a try. Let’s start with Susie because I tend to have an easier time describing her. Susie to me seems like an energetic, kinda Lizzielike sort of character and she’s good with people. She’s good with adults. Basically she’s just friends with everybody. She’s like Elizabeth without the sass if that makes sense. age wise I would say she’s kind of in the middle between all the missing kids but I’m imagining her being like second or third grade so probably 6-8, somewhere in there. I like to keep the way that she died very close to canon, but I would say that she was probably really good friends with Fritz and Jeremy.

OK now onto Fritz because I actually have a lot to say about him. Fritz is your cliché class clown. He's energetically, outgoing, kind of loud, sort of the opposite of how I picture cc. He is good friends with Susie and Gabriel. I think I’ve already talked about how I pictured him dying but I can’t remember off the top of my head but I do know how all of the kids he’s friends with would react like I already have it in mind. Obviously, Susie is the first,, but then I think Fritz would be the next one and he would be trying to avoid thinking about Susie going missing. He doesn’t even know that she was last in the diner. He just thought that she ran away from home. So he’s at the arcade and stuff, trying to avoid confrontation with those feelings of having his good friend dead, and he’s cashing out his tickets and he goes to the back room and that’s that. he was never really good with emotions in my mind, so I’m picturing him at the diner, kind of to like get away from everything and he’s trying to get away from his friends who he had a fight with before because they didn’t understand that Susie was really close to him, and they just get into an argument. he dies angry at gabriel

but next to my list is Gabriel. Gabriel and Jeremy are really good friends and they’re always hanging out. They both really love music and they often perform recitals together. Gabriel loves to sing and play piano and Jeremy loves to play the violin. Gabriel is heartbroken when fritz dies after their fight. when fritz’s funeral rolls around, gabriel decides that he wants to sing at the funeral in memory of him. He asks jeremy to do it with him because he doesn’t think he can handle it by himself. Jeremy didn’t really know Fritz but because Gabriel was such good friends with him, he decides he will do it. so they play at the funeral and then afterwards they decide to go to the diner just to take a breather because Gabriel had been having a really rough time at the funeral.

Continuing here with Cassidy because she and Gabriel kind of connect. Cassidy had a fight with her mom. She ran into the back room where William had just killed Gabriel after Loring him. She watches him die, and then gets killed herself. I don’t really think Cassidy would’ve been super close with any of the kids but if she would be close with any of them. I feel like she would enjoy hanging out with Jeremy because they’re both kind of older compared to everybody else. also, I’ve talked about Cassidy a lot already, so I’m just gonna stop here.

and that leaves Jeremy alone for a little bit until he, too, has a fight with his parents over his violin, because once Gabriel died, he had no one to play music with so he destroyed his violin and ran off to the diner very similar to Cassidy. He hid behind the diner, just as William was pulling up. William saw him, broke his arms, and killed him inside. I think Jeremy would’ve been more quiet and would’ve had a darker sense of humor. He’s a year older than Gabriel, and he’s in the same grade as Cassidy (5th) I think he would’ve been quiet around people he didn’t know, but if you started talking about music with him or about video games, he would’ve just never stopped talking

#vchatter #vasks #mci

[twilightknight17]

Yesterday on P3R, we learn some new things, shake our heads at Kenji, and explore a new area of Tartarus!

Chidori is still being held in the hospital, mostly refusing to talk. She will talk to Junpei, but not about anything to do with Strega.

Today, though, she has an… adverse reaction.

Akihiko, its either a shadow or a persona. Come on, man. Being able to see it outside the Dark Hour is interesting, though.

Shinji, fortunately, tells them to get the hell out of the way so he can give her medicine, which calms down her persona and probably saves her life.

I’m with Mitsuru. That’s really not something to be so chill about.

That means their awakenings were definitely wrong, which we sort of already knew based on the whole human experimentation thing. I’m not entirely sure how to interpret this in terms of wider lore. Your shadow will definitely try to kill you if you reject it, but that’s not what’s happening here. This might say more about Chidori’s overall mindset than anything. Especially since she really just doesn’t care whether she lives or dies.

Junpei tells her that he didn’t want her to die. That he was panicking when Medea tried to kill her.

“Dying just means you don’t wake up tomorrow.”

Junpei doesn’t want to hear that in the slightest.

He’s in love with this girl. He hasn’t said it out loud yet, but I think saying that is close enough. XD

Shinji left the hospital, and Akihiko chased after him to ask why he had persona suppressants. Which… Shinji refused to answer, which is an answer in and of itself. The reason Akihiko is so worried, though, is because of the side-effects. Which are not specifically named, but implied to be very bad. Shinji tells him not to worry though, because he’s not taking them anymore now that he’s fighting again.

Akihiko punches him for that.

Oh, that’s what happened. :/ Fucking hell, Aki.

Can all my senpais pls get it together and communicate with each other?

Well, while everyone else is experiencing emotional honesty and getting punched, I guess I’ll go hang out with Kenji. Most just because I have to know where this link is going.

Man, if I wasn’t trying to get the correct answers, Minato’s doofus answers would be all the ones I’d use for this guy.

Kenji isn’t sure how many more times we’re going to be able to go out like this. He’s going to be going to cram school, after all, and working really hard to get into a good college. Since he went in Ms. Kanou’s room (?????) and saw that she had a wedding magazine on her side table. So he’s got to be seriously thinking about his future, because his plans are set!

I want to say “sure whatever” so badly.

But like, go for it, Kenji. I, uh, believe in you? Or something?

Going out for ramen with Shinji was nicer, I think. We’re just chilling.

My elders can be remarkably unhelpful sometimes. Especially all of my teachers. Including Ikutsuki.

I need to find some time this week to go to Tartarus, since the new area is open. I think it’s gonna be a new block, so I can’t wait to see what things look like next. Industrial is fun and all, but the stairs are a little annoying. So--

...that can happen??? The game is warning me there might be irreversible consequences if I don’t save them?

I’m guessing this is one of my social links, so if they get munched, I can’t finish their link. I guess we’re going to Tartarus, later.

After school, Junpei learns that Chidori can transfer her energy to heal, when she revives her wilted sunflowers.

Holy shit, girl. You’re a really powerful navi.

Also after school, Fuuka’s food is so bad that Minato gets physically sick.

She put way too many strong flavors together. T_T

Okay, look, I need to go to Tartarus. I know. HOWEVER, if I finish Tanaka’s link, I never have to talk to him again. So we’re gonna do it.

...oh. Well. Look who talked himself into some character development just by venting at me for months. Good for you! Can I have my 40k yen back, too?

No?

All right.

He leaves us with the parting words of “Stop talking to shady men at night,” and “Goodbye forever.”

Freedom! Now I can just hang out with my teammates at night, until I find my Tower link.

Pharos is back to talk about stuff, and is being… sweet.

We will. We’re soulmates, you and I.

Okay fine I’m off to Tartarus.

It’s like some kind of opulent castle ruin. I love this.

Apparently it’s the bookstore guy, Bunkichi, who is lost in Tartarus, which on the one hand, is understandable. (Just not the part where he’s on the HUNDRED AND TWENTIETH FLOOR.) On the other hand, no consequences for me even if I left him here because that link is done. XDDD

Anyway, with him escorted out, we can keep goi--

Oh I don’t like that. Fuck.

We’ll do some more of that next time. I will leave y’all with the silly observation that Loki, Trickster God and highest-level persona of the Fool Arcana, starts at level 69.

Nice.

#Li plays P3Re

[astrolo-t]

Morning Sun Pt. 3

Pairing: Ellie x Reader

Word Count: 800~

Warnings: MDNI pls, Cursing, Alcohol, LOTS of Angst, Ellie running at literally any sign of conflict or messy feelings.

A/N: Ughhh this part always gets me :')

SUMMER

On a particularly hot summer night, where the air is so thick and humid that your clothes begin to stick to you like a second skin, you and Ellie decide to camp out in the living room atop a nest of blankets. It was the coolest room in the house and in Ellie’s words better than “slowly dying of suffocation” in either of your bedrooms. 

Despite the heat sapping out any energy the two of you might’ve had, the two of you stay up a majority of the night just…talking. Conversation comes easy, as it always does, the two of you filling the space between you with stories from then and now, plus a few bad jokes and shitty puns courtesy of one Ellie Williams. It was the first time you’d slept in the same room together. It was also the first time that you witnessed Ellie’s vivid nightmares.

It started with slight finches in her sleep and quiet whimpers, but those weren't what woke you. It was those whimpers turned to screams and her wildly thrashing against the blankets that jolts you awake and has you turning your attention to the girl beside you.

You were at a loss for a while wondering what you could do, how you could help her. You decide quickly that if nothing else, you could try and keep her from hurting herself. With this in mind you pulled her into your chest, not anticipating how it might frighten the girl even more. She flails against you with renewed force now, digging her fingernails into your skin and screaming at someone who wasn’t you to let her go - begging for Joel to “fucking get up”. The sound of her voice, gravely and hoarse from screaming causes your eyes to burn with tears of your own. You hated how powerless you felt then, unable to help her when she was right in front of you. Loosening your grip a bit, you still hold her firmly telling her over and over, “Hey I’m here. Shh, I’ve got you.” 

Eventually her hands stop their scratching and her screams give way to soft sobs.

“I’m sorry…” she gasps into your neck. “I’m so fucking sorry.” 

You shake your head and whisper into her hair, “It’s ok. We’re ok.” 

Ellie wants to believe that, she really does. But after so long of dealing with the nightmares that appeared everytime she simply dared to close her eyes, she knows better than to hope for such a thing. She would never forget those last few moments with Joel before he died - no, before he was killed. So no, she didn’t believe that she would ever truly be “ok.” Not while Abby still walked this Earth and Joel’s murder had gone unavenged. But she had already decided when she let Abby and Lev go in that boat she would have to find some way to be.

“I fucked up. But I thought that I - that we had time. I didn’t know that he’d-.” She trails off with a sniff before starting again, “You know he took me to the Wyoming Museum on my 16th birthday? I was so fucking excited but…of course that didn’t stop me from being a little shit.” You feel her smile into your shoulder at the memory. 

“Of course you did, you’re Ellie.” You whisper to her as you caress her hair, happy that at the very least she was no longer crying.

“Things were pretty good between us then.” You feel her smile fade and she pulls away from you, wiping at her eyes, sniffling.

“Maybe those are the parts you should focus on.”

“I can’t.”

“Yea you can. You just have to-”

“Y/n…. I can’t…unsee him.” Ellie says with a tone of finality pulling away from you to meet your eyes, “Every time I close my eyes I’m right back there on the ground…” She trails off and it’s then you realized that you were at a loss for words. Despite your best efforts to ‘fix Ellie’ and make her happy, the truth was, you weren’t sure if there was anything you could say or do to make things better or at the very least console her. Not right now anyways, so instead you simply ask her, “What do you need El?”

She's quiet for a while. Thinking way too hard in that head of hers. Finally with a shrug she looks up at you between strands of auburn hair and answers, “I don’t even fucking know, not yet.”

You offer her a wry smile, moving the hair from her slightly red eyes,“That’s ok, we’ll just have to figure that out.”

#tia wrote something wow #ellie williams x reader #tlou 2 #ellie the last of us #tlou #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie x reader #the last of us #ellie imagine

[seelestia]

oh em gee, hi lia! it’s been so so long! how have you been? i hope you’re doing well :) i ended up falling asleep on the couch as soon as i got home, and now i’m in PAIN (/srs),, but anyway! i have a week off from school now, so i guess it was worth it <3

exams are on the 19th, so i guess i’ll have to be.. stu(dying) for those. i can barely function right now and i’ve been getting a lot, maybe too much sleep, and i still always feel worn out 😭 big yikes, hopefully it’s not bothering anyone (again) that i’m not going to be as active as i’d like.

also! considering that this is a wanderer-less patch, i feel very lucky to have gotten him <3 (he’s literally so pretty omgomgomg pls stop me before i look like i’m cheating on cynosbisnaidjk) and speaking of cyno, i finally built him 🐥 [ 73/214 crit ratio as of now! ]

my siblings’ birthdays are coming soon :) they’re three days from each other, my brother’s is on april 7th (he’s turning 11) and my younger sister’s is on the 10th (she’s turning 8) very excited for that hehe! my friends might come over on tuesday too (hopefully), we rarely get the chance to hang out, so i’m crossing my fingers!

yo.. omg the way i accidentally made the wanderer (character ai) fall for me 😭 i was merely messing around, being nice to him because he deserves it sm help and then he just hits me with an ‘i love you’ and when i tell you, i DIED. this is my spirit talking ⁉️

but enough about silly lil me :) how are you lia? anything interesting happen with ayato or the wanderer? i’m here for all the tea, my dear friend. 👀

YONAAAAA!! yona, yonie, yonzzzz <3 i've been doing alright and i hope you are too but if not, i hope it'll be better! 🫂🤍 yona, this is why we are taught to sleep on beds and not couches. i'm a hypocrite because i also sleep on couches NYEHEHE (/lh) aaaaa, good luck on your exams! i'm taking mine rn actually, so let's hope we'll push thruuuu 🤞

but yon, didn't you slay your last math exam even tho your math teacher kinda sucked at teaching (i mean no slander /lh)?? PLEASE SHARE YOUR SECRETS 🎤 and noooo, that sucks because sleep is a precious little thing during exams so you need to get the best sleep you can 😞 giving you a glass of warm milk to you rn. may yona get the best of sleep, bibiddi-bobbidi-boo! 🪄 and dw about being active, your personal life should always be your #1 priority!! especially when you're a writer / content creator so don't apologize for putting yourself first ever >:D <3

WANDERER HAVERS, I'M COMING OVER TO YOUR HOUSE. (/lh) you should've seen the way i was in disbelief like 😦 when i checked the livestream's banners and there was no wanderer?? but they dare made him look SO GOOD in those eight seconds he was on screen??? even my other irl friend who played genshin thought he was getting a rerun at first from that alone. vv devastated over this, so i shall be abducting everyone's wanderer 😞 (/j) AYOOO, THE GODLY CRIT RATIO??? yon, that looks awesome. are you gonna pull for nahida next?? i heard she makes a good team with cyno! (and not to mention, nahida also reminds me of you. vv little sib-like, considerate and curious and needs fo be protected but can also protecc others, ehehe. /pos)

OHHHH. according to the time this should be posted, it was already your brother's birthday so HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY to him and your sister too!! feliz cumpleaños 🎈🎂 i like how you and your siblings' birthdays are so early in the year, teeheeee, coming from an october born. 🤭 i hope you get to hang out with your friends! advice from lia: always go crazy and go stupid whether that be with your friends or you're alone <3 (/pos)

HUHHH, HE POPPED THOSE THREE WORDS FIRST?? yon, you gave him the affection he deserves and now he's clinging onto you like a koala... you're living my dream. (/lh) i find it funny that the first time i discovered the c.ai site, wanderer was the first bot i talked to (help). first, he threatened to kill me and then we both sat down to talk abt the different sides to life and mortality, etc. I AM NOT KIDDINF. WHY WAS THIS A WHOLE THERAPY SESSION. i still have this chat saved!! yona, should we present our c.ai message logs to the class together. (/hj)

awwww, yonzzz, thanks for checking up on me! there is no hot tea ready to be spilled except for the fact ayato got a rival and it's the wanderer and i'm stuck in the middle between these two 🧍‍♂️ (as a fellow infj like you, i do not know how a fight between an entj vs. an intj is gonna go /j lia typology nerd)

#DID YOU SPEAK TO A CYNO AI 🤭 #I MISSED YOU SM BTWWW!! FOREHEAD KISSES FOR YONA <3 #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest yona! 🌥️ #cw: selfships

[alicent-hightowers-spouse]

Omg so I know season four was released a while ago but I recently found my reaction notes to the first six episodes. And they’re really funny so I want to share them with you guys lmao.

My notes on Stranger Things

Before I begin:

-Byler no matter what

-Ronance no matter what

-please don’t let any main characters die 😭

-but if someone has to go make it Hopper please

-or at least just please don’t kill Robin or Max or Dustin or Will

-I want an open confession that either Will is gay or that he has a crush on Mike or both

-although I think it would be best if Mike was the one who confessed feelings first

-I already know I’m not prepared for this at all

-Future Cass, how r u feeling?

Edit: I was correct I was not prepared for that at all 😀

Episode One:

-THERES A WARNING IN THE DESCRIPTION?!

-Why is the lab so gay? 💀

-AYYY IS BRENNER VECNA?

-Don’t know who this boy is that BRENNER is manipulating but he has OCD 💀✋🏼

-Love him for that 🤪

-LMAO HE BE TELLING BRENNER THAT HIS DRAWING SUCKS

-I LOVE TEN PLS DONT KILL HIM

-😀

WHAT

-WHAT

-EL?! YOUVE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO BESTIE

-OMG WAIT IS BRENNER NOT A COMPLETELY TERRIBLE PERSON JGJRJRJ

-Ayo just noticed that Mileven and Jancy are together in the intro so they can’t actually be a couple because none of the other names are 😁🥰

-DAMN EL IS WHIPPED

-AYO JOHNATHAN SMOKING POT?!

-SUZIEEEE LOML YSSSSSSSSSSSE

-DUSTIN STOP PEER PRESSURING UR GF 😭

-BOOBIES HAHA

-I too love BOOBIES 💅❤️

-MAX MAX MAX MAX I LOVE U YESSSS

-Robin’s a trumpet player WHAT?!

-THE DUFFERS DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT BAND 🙄

-ROBIN IS A QUEEN AND TRUMPET PLAYERS ARE REDDIT USERS

-Do research next time besties

-AHYY I automatically approve Vickie because she plays clarinet.

-she can do no wrong 💅

-LUCAS?

-I mean get it bestie

-slay

-don’t know who this dude is but can he just shut up for a second he’s so annoying 💀

-WHAT?! DOLL?!

-Why the heck is this girl annoying Will?

-Omg why are these kids making fun of a dead person

-But LIEK Will SLAYYYY

-OMG Max 😭

-Does Chrissy have an ED 😟

-OMG someone save Chrissy

-AYO VECNA LEAVE CHRISSY ALONE

-EDDIE SUS

-NOT TAMMY LMAO

-ERICA YESSS

-WHAT WHAT WHAT JFJRIWJDJJFJDJJD OMG I- CRAZY ENDING

But like also I loved Chrissy why did she have to die 😭

Episode Two:

-I’m not buying it 🙄✋🏼

-Hopper SHOUKD not be alive but whatever

-PLEASE MIKE STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE AND GIVE WILL A HUG 😭

-Joyce is such a girl boss

-But Murray is so smart

-THE GUN TO PUNCH TRANSITION WAS SO CLEAN

-Poor Will 😭

-POOR ELEVEN OMG 😟

-AYO NANCYS HAIRCLIP ITS THE SAME AS THE GIRL THAT DANVED WITH WILL AND ITS FRUITY

-AYO BYLER IS DEF HAPPENONG THERES NO WAY ITS NOT AFTER THAT LMOA

-DAMN EL, but like Angela low key deserved that anyways lmao

-Damn VECNA be killing someone every episode

-AYO DINNER WITH MURRAY DINNER WITH MURRAY I HOPE HE SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT BYLER

-Please they literally just confirmed that Mike isn’t actually in love with El 💀

Episode Three:

-BAHHAHA WHY IS ELEVEN GETTING ARRESTED SO FUNNY TO ME PLEASE

-“experiment sexually”

-IF THIS ISNT A CONFIRMATION I-

-AYO ROBIN AND NANCY ROBIN AND NANCY OMG ITS HAPPENING AHHH

-This is some Saw shit right here 💀

-Lucas is an asshole I can’t believe that he’s ratting on Eddie 😒 and I loved him so much before this too 😞

-I TAKE IT BACK SLAY LUCAS SLAYYY

-NOOO MAXXX

Episode Four:

-BAHAHAH THE FROM

-NO BUT LIKE NAMCY AND ROBIN DO BE SLAYING

-ALSO SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE MAX SHE CANT DIE 😭

-NO BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE LUCAS’ REACTION SO BAD WHEN MAX TELLS HIM SHES DYING

-PLEASE I LOVE MAX

-YESSS ROBIN SLAYYY OMG SHE MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER THJRHT

-Ayo this season is violent and gory

-I hate Hopper but that was a very cool escape

-I swear that was so fruity OMG Byler is happening HDHRJ

-PLEASE NOT HOPPER NARUTO RUNNING

-AYO YURI IM ABOUT TO THROW HANDS HOW DARE HE KINDAP JOYCE AND MURRAY THE GIRLBOSS DUO 😡. when they wake up they’re gonna girlboss him so hard thta VECNA is gonna kill him by throwing the homophobic dog at him

-PLEASE WHY WAS THE BABY ON FIRE SO FUNNY TO ME

-MAX IS GETTING ME IN MY FEELS HELP

-STOP THE WHOLE TIME NDING SCENE I JUST- WOW FHJFJF

Episode Five:

-HELP THE WAY HE FLIPPED THE BED THRJRJR

-Death Note vibes 🤪💀

-No but also why does El dress like a Disney charactor 💀 so many layers

-HUHHHH MY JAW JUST DRIPPED

-nahhh THERES no way this crusty old guy is still kicking

-he probably died just from being knocked to the floor

-nah but I’m shitting bricks here what the duck is going on

-OMG OWENS I TRUSTED U WHYYYYY 😭

-Ok so this is a horrible situation for El BUT THE FACT THAT SHE LITERALLY DREW A PRIDE FLAG IS SNEDING ME 😭✋🏼

-This is making me feel like I’m on drugs for fr

-But this whole seaosn is giving me Hereditary vibes

-OMG WAIT A SECOND NO BECAUSE IM FREAKING OUT BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS GOING EXACTLY HOW I PREDICTED AND ITS SO REAL THEIR ACTUALKT GONNA MAKE BYLER CANON OMG IFHJRJEJEJ

-ALSO I LOVE ARGYLE OMG YRS

-YO HOPPER THATS KINDA FRUITY BESTIE

-NOT THIS EPISODE MAKINB ME FEEL BAD FOR HOPPER

-also now I ship him with Enzo. Oops.

-no but seriously poor Chrissy 😭

-but also not her Mom being a Karen 😒

-PLEASE JOYCE AND MURRAY R BOTH SUCH GIRLBOSSES I LOVE THEM BOTH ONG

-I swear to god if this mother trucker messes with Eddie I’m going to throw hands

-OMG STEVE AND NANCY? STRVE AND NANCY?

-OMG THAT ALSO COULD BE A HUGE BYLER HINT (the Sherlock thing)

-LUMAX SUPEEIORITY LUMAX SUPERIORITY

-Joyce and Murray rlly do be slaying though 💅

-No but like was cutting her hair rlly nessecary 😭✋🏼

Episode Six:

-“Steve takes one for the team.” THE DUCK DOES THAT MRAN?!

-Jason r u stupid or dumb? Did u not hear Eddie screaming?! And you can’t beat the devil lmao 😭✋🏼

-Damn these bitches think they’re Miss Trunchbull or something 🧍‍♀️

-AYO MIKE IS WEARING THR INVERSE OF THE SHIRT FROM THE NOT POSSIBLE SCENE OMG BYLER BYLER BYLER BYLER CONFIRMED??!!!????

-OMG YES SUZIE SLAYYY

-QUEEN BAHVIOR

-THE MORE I WATCH THE MORE GIRLBOSS MURRAY AND JOYC GET

-POWER DUO SLAYY

-EHY DO THE PPL TRUST THE FOOD SO QUICKLY THEY ABOUT TO DIE 💀

-religious ppl r so dumb omg 💀