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neimiismycoolgirlname · 10 months ago

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Hmm... This is heavy. I wanted to start writing the prologue of a grounded fiction and it turned into an autobiographical confession. I needed it out there but thisis heavy shit. I don't know what i wrote.

[Content Warning : loneliness, suicide ideation, suicide threat, depression, cheating, self hatred ]

Maybe masturbating would relieve me. It had worked yesterday and the day before. But what was the point ? I was replaying the same sequences on a feedback loop for the past what, 15 years ? Wake up, shower, dress up go to school or work, stay alone, hang out at lunch with friends barely talking. I had stopped mentionning my hobbies at 15.

Before that i loved talking about comics and writing and fictionnal stories I wanted to tell. But at 15 during a lunch break I caught a glimpse, a point five side-eye from a classmate to his friend who had been listening to me for a few minutes. And then i saw their knowing smirks and understood, instantly their inner monologue « What a fucking moron, they thoughts. Who cares ? I don't even understand what he's talking about but it sounds insane and stupid. He's an idiot and listening to him talking makes me feel better about myself. Because i'll never be as stupid as him.

It hurts, to realize people find you boring. But were it the only time someone said my hobbies were dumb and boring I would have been able to go past it.

When I was 10 i had a best friend. No a friend, a friend with whom I enjoyed playing because we both had a broad imagination and I wanted to see the world through his eyes. He had bad eyesight he was often alone. I think he felt also isolated from the others and thought i had met someone with whom to form a kinship. Us versus the rest of the world. And then he told me to stop annoying him. That i was « a grain of sand, always jamming the cogs of a well oiled mechanic. That i needed to stop bothering him. It's been almost 18 years and i still think about what he said. When i get into talking about my hobbies or my projects of writing his voices sounds in the back of my head. I am a grain of sand.

I don't have many friends anymore. I have colleagues i like talking to but to whom i could never bring myself to talk really for fear of losing the relationship. They'll never know i'm a trans girl of 28 who is deadly scared of beint a bore. My friends are far and few outside of works. I have managed to tell some of them. One or two ignore that i came out to them in a drunken state. They call me a he and i let it slip because i am an obese trans girl wearing at best androginous clothes in public. They have seen me in minishorts and in long skite above pants before. They know i'm embracing weirdness but what if i correct them nad they get annoyed ?

Others i don't see often but i can talk to with ease online. I am mostly out to my online friends. I identify as a girl on social medias where i'm anonymous but I don't post my face online. I feel ugly most times. Talking about love is difficult to me because i don't know, love.

I know my parents love me but my parents are not people from whom I seek love anymore. I am afraid if i came out to them they would stop loving me. And then what ? I need to make peace with being alone for the rest of my life ? Living my lonely life in my comfortable home. By myself ? Buy a few plants every few months. Talk to them as if they're my children ? Go to bed and hug the oversized plushie I bought to have something to hug in bed ?

I was never a social boy and now as a trans girl it's gotten worse. I don't like dancing, I don't like drinking, i don't like clubs. I am in a big empty home where no one knows i live. When i try to invite new friends for housewarming a few of them show up. I can't make meaningful friendships and now i'm supposed to find my forever person ? Someone who will see me for who i could become and love me nevertheless ?

That's annoying.

I don't have the optimism for that. I don't have the optimism to pour myself into someone and let them see the good and the less good. Mentionning the very bad in passing to test the water.

When i was 19 i had a crush on a girl in my school. She was my age, she liked parody songs and was a bit of nerd. I courted her for two weeks and she apologised for wasting my time. I don't hate her. I hated myself. I hated that her rejection felt like getting punched in the guts and that i bought a 10€ bottle of vodka someone else drank.

I've never gotten over it. I cannot feel love. I cannot comprehend it. I cannot let my defense open enough for love to pour in. Or out. Because I've felt that pain so intensely the first time i tought about drinking pure vodka and running into the sea. To see who would run after me and stop me.

No one would have probably. And then i felt like it would put my own death on the shoulder of that girl who did nothing wrong. So i endured it. I built defense and I swore that I would put my feelings, the romantic ones aside. And I did. For ten years. I spent my 20s avoiding romance. Being terrified of it. I know people tried to reach out to me. To get me out but I was SO SCARED of the pain. I fucked up. I blanked out.

Then i did my master's then a friend asked me if i was trans and I told him to wait until i graduated to let this idea sink in. I had been masturbating to stories about men becoming women and feeling love for the first time for over 13 years by then. I had worn my mother's clothe in secret as a tween, The first time i had an orgasm was while pretending I was a girl, wearing a skirt and top and playing around while no one else was watching. I kept doing it for at least six month. In secret, i was barely in my puberty then. My mom is now 10 sizes at least smaller then me. But then.

Anyway my mom caught me and ordered me to never do this again and i kept thinking about it. I kept thinking about when i'd be on my own and i could buy the wig i had, i could buy a bra, a top, a dress and just mince around in my bedroom. And I did not do that. I hated myself. I lived in spain for six months in a place where no one knew me and walked accross the female clothing section of the supermaket for six months and every time doing a double take wondering what the cashier would say in spanish if i bought a pair of pantyhose.

But i never did. I kept reading fiction about men turning into women, comics, captions,

I never dared searching for transgender porn then. I was not a disgusting pig ! I was not a fetishist of trans women or shemales. I did not want to become a woman with a penis. I wanted to wake up magically and have been born a girl all along. Then my shyness and the defense mechanism i had to protect myself with would either stop existing or be justified. Then my shyness would be charming to most people. They'd think oh She is just shy. But if i talk to her she'll answer and i could even offer her a drink or invite her to the movies. It's fine and normal to invite a girl out. Men should ask girls out it's in the logic of things isn't it ?

I am still afraid of what people woudl think about me. I am 28 now. I am for all intent and purposes a non-passing trans-woman. I nod along when people call me a he. I don't correct them even when they should know better. I wear docs martens boots that are shaped for women. I wear slim jeans and shirts. I buy unisex clothes. I let my hair grow but shave my face three times a week. I don't show my body. I don't want people to see how hairy my back is, how hairy my torso is I have hair everywhere. Even on my knuckles. Everytime i have the cash for it I think about buying a pulsated light depilator but to be honest i am so afraid it's gonna hurt as much as the mechanic one I bought which made me cry when i used it.

Yesterday when I went to bed. I told myself, that if by 40 it did not get better i would probably slit my veins. That's 12 years. That's more timethan i gave myself when i was 20. back then I told myself that if i did not find a girlfriend by 25 i would toss myself infront of a moving bus or on the rails.

I got nicer to myself since. I am in therapy. I am making progress I am comign to terms with the fact that i am not everyone's center of attention and that if I wear androgynous clothes i won't get assaulted.

Still. 10 months ago i went to the movies wearing a minishort and top and shirt and two assholes called me a bitch in the middle of the street. So maybe I should be afraid of what people see in me. I don't want to be called a bitch. It's upsetting.

My life is still the same. I don't deny I am trans but it did not change a thing for now. I am still deadly afraid of losing the few connections i have with the real world i have remaining. I don't know how to make friend.S I don't know how to bond with people. I don't know how to handle rejection. I don't know how to ask someone out. I am stuck. I am stuck and the walls are closing in on me. And the only thing written on them is FAILURE FAILURE FAILURE FAILURE FAILURE

I have a good job, I have a nice home and I am failing myself. I can't fix it anymore. It's too late. It's too late. I am never gonna have a flirt. I am never gonna find love. People will see me as an ugly vain bitch for the next 12 years and then I'll have no other choice than to pay for sex like a loser and then jump into the sea drunken out of my mind.

That's the only ending I can see at the moment. I don't know how to tell anyone anymore because it's scary. These are scary thoughts my friends can't know about because they will not know how to solve it. And then I'll be alone for real.

I don't want to make an attempt for attention but i don't know how to open up about these feelings without it. It's stupid. I'm stupid, these are teenager thoughts but i was never allowed to feel them because when i was 16 my dad told me that instead of being mad at him for forcing us to spend time with him and his girlfriend with whom he cheated on my mum I could just pretend to be okay with it when i was around them. SO i did that for 8 years. For 8 years i pretended i was not upset for my father being responsible of causing a mental breakdown to my mom, for me to grow white hair at 15 because of the stress it put me under and for feeling like the only choice i've ever had was to pretend i was content with being a fat ass piece of shit of a teenager with no friends and no way out of the limit i set for myself at then 25 now 40.

I don't want to feel this. I hate it. I hate feeling like my life is in my control but will always be overshadowed by the shitty moral taught by this fucking piece of shit so long ago it would never be worth bringing up anymore.

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retphienix · 1 year ago

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I just became incredibly giddy over nothing major lol

So basically I really like this old Xbox 360 arcade title by Double Fine, Iron Brigade.

I could talk.... far too long about it- I involved myself heavily in the community around it and have a lot of nostalgia.

So!

A fun memory I have is getting outside of the map on some campaign missions and exploring as best I could before the base would inevitably be destroyed and I have a distinct memory of getting out of one stage and seeing what looked like assets of another stage out of bounds- along with an area that appeared to be the layout of a stage but incomplete and unfamiliar- like a beta idea that never became a real stage.

I was ASTOUNDED to find this because this was a game I put hundreds of hours into and was obsessed with- remnants of what could have been were RIGHT THERE- loaded in whenever you booted up this random single player mission no one plays since everyone plays survival instead!?!

Anyways, today I was digging around the PC version trying, and utterly failing because I have no experience with this, to figure out how modders create modding tools. Like making a mod in a game that has tools either created by the community or by the devs themselves is a breeze- I have No Idea where to begin on a game that has no documentation for such a thing- and no real hope because- since I have only a rudimentary and decades old education of programming and no experience with This Specifically- I'm just toying around- that's all.

Anyways.

While digging around I found what appeared to be a dev code left easily accessible. So I did what anyone would do and toggled it on, sure enough it did what it said and a touch more.

So it grants a hyper sprint option and, as it turns out because I didn't know until it happened, also makes it so you can't fail missions.

I got to figuring that since you get out of the map via sprinting (and abusing turret collision boxes) that I could maybe see even more with the hyper sprint.

I can!!!!

AND I VINDICATED MY CHILDHOOD MEMORY OF THE OUT OF BOUNDS STUFF!!

As implied, you can get out of the maps just fine without the hyper sprint- but you often come up to cliff sides and obstacles that limit what you can actually do out of bounds.

Also you're tied to the timer of the enemies blowing up the base / you winning / you needing allies to defend for you.

So this adjustment removed those limits and I found MUCH MORE than I expected :D

All of these above pics are from Hospital.

What?

Doesn't look like it? (the one person who played IB before is saying)

Correct! What you see above are entirely different maps!... Or so you'd think!

Turns out a lot of maps are all loaded on the same larger map. And, forgive me if I'm inaccurate as I'm replaying the game for the first time in a decade, I believe the 4th photo is a beta build of a map as the surrounding area looks "similar" but "different" from a few maps- like this was a test version that isn't selectable- or it's just hard to recognize without a few things loaded like the tube spawner! Not sure, still cool :D

Anyways I just got WAY too hype to see how the sausage is made on one of my favorite games. I discovered that some stuff existed out of bounds many years ago- but I had NO IDEA that ENTIRE LEVELS were hidden out of bounds or that the map was THIS BIG- exciting day for me :)

I initially recorded some of the sprinting but had audio issues and deleted- if I think it's interesting enough I'll record more because the sprint is neat.

Oh, and since I mentioned this was all done with basic config options because I am inexperienced, all you need to do is add

WorldBuilderMode = true

to the Buddha.cfg file found in the Iron Brigade data folder (easily found through your steam -> browse local files)

I spent a long while fumbling with the cutscenes, looking through the lua available because again- I know some stuff- I don't know shit about how a game is normally exported and provided to us so I was just messing with stuff I recognized- and then I realized what this file was and went "Oooh" and here we are.

Edit: Turns out the toggle doesn't make it so you can't fail- being too far out of the map does that as it makes the base intangible and deactivates most AI/spawns.

#Iron Brigade #Trenched #RetPlays

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years ago

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"you're the one that I want"

PART 1

summary:

— You decided to get yourself together and go over to Carlos so you can tell him how you really feel. Luckily, you know a perfect song to let him know he's the one you want.

genre:

— songfic & modern au

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— i planned to make this into 2 parts because i love both of the songs sm

Weeks have passed since the performance at Carlos' gig. It was difficult to get the memory out of your head, every now and then it would replay as it would toy with your emotions. Your feelings for your best friend were rupturing and fluttering all over the place. It was blatant that you loved him back yet you have no idea how to tell it to him.

You sat deep in thought with a frown as your friends chattered their way during lunch, not sparing you a glance. Carlos has been deliberately avoiding you and evidently not in the mood to interact with you to talk about what happened at the gig. You badly want to tell him you feel the same but it sounded mediocre. A profession of returned feelings shouldn't be boring.

"Oh my god have you heard about the upcoming festival here at school?"

One of your friends mentioned and it catches your attention as an idea sprouted in your head. You turn to your friend.

"When is the festival?"

"In two days"

"Perfect. I was wondering...can you guys lend me a hand?"

All of your friends tilted their heads and shared a puzzled look. You smiled and huddled close to them, forming a circle. In a hushed voice, you laid out your plan. Your plan to confess to Carlos Madrigal.

Camilo was growing tired of listening to his twin brother playing sad melodies on his electric guitar. So, he confronted Carlos about it and he was not prepared for his brother to explode and groan about how much of an idiot he is.

"I fucking hate myself, Camilo. This is all your fucking fault!"

Clearly, he was embarrassed about doing Camilo's suggestion at his gig. Carlos had to endure his brother laughing at him for five minutes until finally turning sympathetic.

"Ay, hermano. It was worth a shot"

"No, it wasn't! You weren't there! You don't get to see that look on [Name]'s face like ughhhhh! It was the fucking worse that's why I dipped when the show was over"

"Okay, okay. Stop crying you big baby, you'll move on from them"

"And what if I don't?"

Camilo rolled his eyes and pinched his brother by the ear, causing the other to yelp. Carlos appreciated Camilo lending an ear but he couldn't get rid of the heavy feeling he had inside. He figured that you never liked his performance at the gig so he left in a hurry. He completely shut everyone out to wail about his pathetic love life, he still wasn't done about it though. Camilo exhales through his nose.

"Heard the school's having a festival"

"I'm not coming"

"Oh, come on Carlos! Use this as an opportunity to meet someone new, maybe that'll help you move on from [Name]!"

"Shut up, I'm not going"

"I'll break all of your guitar strings and amplifier"

Carlos gasped and looked at Camilo with disbelief, the latter crossed his arms with a sly smirk. Carlos knew his brother like the back of his hand, he knew how crazy he was enough to ruin all of his things just so he can agree to one of his stupid ideas. With a loud groan, Carlos scowled at Camilo.

"Fine..."

Two days eventually flew out of the window as Carlos finds himself avoiding every social interaction at the school festival. He was glad that Camilo ditched him and go be the social butterfly that he is. Hours passed and he was considering leaving the event. Admittedly he wasn't the best at finding human connection though he tried, only to fail. Carlos would rather go home and cry to his guitar up in his room than forcing himself into a social situation.

He sighed, there was no way he was going to move on from you. Everything you did got him locked in cupid's chokehold. And honestly, he liked it even if it hurt. Just when his mind was flooded with the thoughts of you, he never would've guessed who showed up.

"...[Name]?"

Carlos choked out. He rapidly blinked to take in this new sight of you. All dressed in leather and black, your hair was styled as a cigar dangled between your fingers. He gulped when you took a quick drag and looked intently in his eyes.

"Hey there, rockstar"

You called out to him. Your friends all snickered behind you in delight to see Carlos' face go pinkish. Out of nowhere, music begins to play as the beat urges the Madrigal to look around and finally realize what is happening. So, he grins and walks over to you as a challenge.

"I got chills, they're multiplyin'. And I'm losin' control"

"'Cause the power you're supplyin'. It's electrifyin'"

He begins to sing and slowly shrugs off his leather jacket, you copy him as you remained in eye contact with him. Carlos waves his jacket around and shakes his hips before falling to the ground, full of dramatics. You turn to your friends, not knowing what to do. They tell you to drop and stomp on your fake cigar. You do as you were told. You gently kick Carlos back up to his feet as you start to sing.

"You better shape up. 'Cause I need a man and my heart is set on you"

"You better shape up. You better understand, to my heart I must be true"

You point a finger at him and walk up causing him to go backward. So far, he's getting what's happening that's why he keeps smiling at you.

"Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do"

Carlos dances along to you with the beat, unable to believe that all of this was real but he keeps focusing on you.

"You're the one that I want"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey, the one that I want"

A crowd was forming around you two and started singing along as you both sang in unison, getting lost in both the music and in each other's gazes.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey, the one that I want"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh. The one I need, oh yes, indeed"

You take Carlos' hand with a gleeful grin as you pull him away with you. Carlos couldn't argue a thing and let you steal his heart all over again.

"If you're filled with affection. You're too shy to convey"

"Meditate in my direction. Feel your way"

The smooth sound of your voice as you shook your hips along with the song made the Madrigal swallow and merely lose his composure. The reaction amplifies your confidence, but he steals your breath away with his voice.

"I better shape up 'cause you need a man"

"I need a man who can keep me satisfied"

"I better shape up if I'm gonna prove"

"You better prove that my faith is justified"

Carlos duets with you and it was beyond heavenly. Whenever both of you would sing, your faces were inches apart and enough to snag a kiss, but he holds back in hesitation. Carlos needed a confirmation.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure down deep inside"

Your eyes reassure him and you can feel his heart flutter in utter delight as he sings back. Carlos smirks when you let him chase you and twirl you around.

"You're the one that I want"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey, the one that I want"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh. The one I need, oh yes, indeed"

You jumped into Carlos' arms as he catches you and spins you around. He gently sets you down to dance with you while the music continues. The smile plastered on both of your faces told each other the feelings that were held deep inside.

"You're the one that I want"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey, the one that I want"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh. The one I need, oh yes, indeed"

People gathered around to watch you and Carlos sing and dance, but both of you couldn't care less who was watching because all it mattered is that you two are in sync. He wished this song would go on forever because he couldn't get enough of being beside you.

"You're the one that I want"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey, the one that I want"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh. The one I need, oh yes, indeed"

You enjoyed every moment with Carlos and you're glad that you were able to express how much you loved him back. Fortunately, it brings his hopes up because he's finally confident enough to say it face-to-face that he wants you and you only. The music comes to an end as you and Carlos smiled at each other, deep in each other's eyes.

"You're the one that I want"

Both of you told one another. The huge audience clapped and cheered for the sudden performance. Carlos and you were surprised as you two took a bow. After being showered by various applauds and compliments, Carlos softly drags you by the waist into a quiet area.

"[Name]...are you for real?"

"Oh my god, yes, Carlos! I wouldn't have pulled that stunt back there if I didn't mean it!"

"So, it's true? I'm the one that you want?"

Air gets violently knocked out of Carlos' lungs when you grabbed the sides of his face and gave him a tender kiss. He returns the kiss as his hands snake around your waist to pull you close. Two of you pulled away, foreheads touching each other and extremely filled with love.

"Yes, Carlos. You're the one that I want"

"Te quiero, [Name]"

"I love you too"

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sizhui · 2 years ago

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Vague first thoughts [does a little dance and spins around] prefacing this by saying that I very rarely tend to share my thoughts like this as I am rather poor at speaking in my own words. But I'm Dove! I've got to say Something!

I already need to replay this. multiple times, I can sense. since I want to actually pass through every character interaction, but I'll likely do that some other time since I don't want to rush it right now as I'm meant to be doing work. As much as I want to do things in one go, for me it's a personal sign of respect to take works slowly and time them under ideal circumstances so I can "maximize" the amount of immersion and suspension of disbelief I can achieve.

I chose to focus on Dr. Novak this time around (Dr. Novak looks disappointed.) and I actually relatively breezed through the choices on instinct without doing much thinking on my feet because I'm not in a clear state of mind where I can think critically, but when she brought up the subject of sentience and AI, I was so keen on pondering that I paused so I could google the exact definition of "sentience" and think it over more clearly. And eventually I reluctantly made the choice of believing AI can be sentient (while thinking of how warped the perception on judging sentience in other beings is), and Novak's little bit about machines as creatures/creations just came as an oddly pleasant read to me. I don't have a word to describe it. It just felt like a good piece.

I think I'm in an interesting position now because previous experience with the ""Death Game"" genre (I don't want to name the well-known franchise that starts with a D in a conversation about your game. That'd feel disrespectful considering my level of respect for your body of work, and my previous level of disrespect for said franchise.) has lead a notable number of people to solely look at these stories like a perfectly conclusive right-or-wrong black-or-white detective matter with perhaps a lesser amount of attention paid to inter-character storylines, but it'd feel insulting to do that to your work. It's really easy to slip into having a bleak view when you're too worried about being smart (or rather, being stupid) and making the rights choices so much so that you forget to really take in everything else. I mean, I've always been a character-oriented person, but even now as I play this I find myself trying to actively shift my mindset just a little bit in a way that plies more with thinking more lovingly about a story and reaching into various perspectives, and slightly less about playing the good detective in an escape room and making exclusively correct and strategic choices. Even if that leads to getting the air knocked out of me like a compressed bagpipe via baseball bat. Something something about taking things as they come.

Thank you for writing this. I'm really, genuinely. looking forward to seeing where this project will go next.

DEAR DOVEY!!! thank you so so so much for sharing these thoughts, it means more to me than you know. This project comes from a more intimate and vulnerable place in me than any story I've shared so far (which sounds strange because I know a story about a series of suicides in a family sounds much more intimate and vulnerable than a death game) but it's the truth, I came up with this game during dark highschool days, and it slowly grew and matured with me until I became able to start writing it. I'm really happy I can share it with you. Please don't think about it as a detective game where you have to make the right choice (in fact, if you replay it a few times you'll see that that many choices actually lead towards the same branch of the story (FOR A REASON THAT'LL BE EXPLAINED IN THE END, ITS NOT LAZY WRITING!)), It's a game about... Having a conversation with me :-) yeah! So please don't worry too much about cracking the case, and hopefully the atmosphere and the characters and the themes that I'm going to explore in the following chapters will be worth something even if the detective aspect of the game isn't much because it's not what I'm really focusing on!

I'm really happy you enjoyed the little conversation with Dr. Novak, it's my second favorite free time event (sorry for using Danganronpa vocabulary) next to Mr. Aronov's... I'll tell you a little secret. My father is a physicist while my mother is a theologist, so Dr. Novak is like... An amalgamation of my visions and perceptions of the two of them!? I thought it'd be really funny to cram those two conflicting people into one odd woman LOL!

So yeah... I tried taking the death game genre that affected me so strongly in my formative years and turn it into something different! I think the plot twist I planned for chapter 3 will truly surprise you, and hopefully make this little game something noteworthy! Thank you so so much for playing and for always reading my work with such care ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️♥️❤️❤️

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sofreddie · 4 years ago

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High School Reunion 2

Summary: Someone at the reunion has a big mouth.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2,087

A/N: Inspiration struck out of nowhere and this piece was born. I have a very rough outline for a small series, maybe about 6 parts? We'll see. It's gonna happen randomly, no planned schedule for this one.

PART 1

Y/N bit her lip in excitement and saw a message from Lana. She immediately opened Skype to call her best friend…and thank her.

"Hey you! How was the reunion?" Lana smiled as her face appeared on screen.

"Oh my fucking God I can't believe you!" Y/N screamed, though it was mostly excitement as she blushed profusely.

"So…I take it you had a good night then?" Lana grinned cheekily.

"How could you not tell me you met Jensen Freaking Ackles?! I thought we were friends?" Y/N pouted dramatically as she plopped back on her couch, phone still in hand.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep it from you?" Lana screeched in response, "You remember my last night at the convention, I went to that place for dinner that had the amazing burger?"

"Yeah, I remember. You said you loved the place, that it was a perfect ending to the trip," Y/N remembered, "Now I get why."

"Ok, yeah, so I'm sat at the bar with my burger and a beer and he comes in and sits with a chair between us. I instantly recognized him, but was trying to keep my cool, you know. But he remember me! From the photo op! So we just got to talking and you had just split with Chase and I was so worried about you-"

"Oh Lana, you didn't," Y/N groaned.

"I was just venting about how much I hated that douchebag and what he did to you and what you were going through and how I was so worried about the reunion but thought it could be a good thing for you after Chase-" she rambled on, her words quickly tumbling forth as she pleaded her case to her best friend.

"You're not mad, right?" Lana asked timidly.

"How can I be?" Y/N shouted, "He walked in there all suave and shut down my high school bullies - who were trying to start some shit let me tell you-"

"No!" Lana gasped, "Amanda?"

"And the others," Y/N sighed, "And they were trying to cut in on me and I was gonna run, I'm not gonna lie," Y/N chuckled lightly, "But then he was just there. And she introduced himself as my boyfriend….Oh my god, Lana! What if that gets out?" Y/N sat bolt upright on her couch in a panic.

"Whoa, Y/N, calm down," Lana insisted, "More important than that…he introduced himself as your boyfriend?!"

"Lana!"

"I'm just sayin'-"

Y/N sighed dreamily, "Then we danced. Then he took me for a drive and we parked up at the spot and ate burgers while chatting and watching stars," she sighed again, as if it were a scene from a romantic film she had just watched.

"That sounds like a date," Lana helpfully noted.

"I thought that too!" Y/N squealed, "But that's just the fangirl right? I mean, there's no way."

"How many times I gotta tell you you're a catch, woman?" Lana laughed, "I'm not surprised at all. In fact, I'm taking credit. You're welcome," Y/N groaned once more and Lana chuckled.

"Did I mention we exchanged numbers?" Y/N added with a grin.

"And now I hate you," Lana huffed.

"Yeah, love you too you meddler."

Y/N sighed happily to herself once more as they ended the call. She tossed her phone on the coffee table as she relaxed back into the couch. Her eyes fluttered closed as she replayed the evenings events in her mind.

She had to be dreaming. There was no way this was real, right?

Too tired and content to carry herself off to the bedroom, Y/N laid down on the couch, settling into the plush cushions and dragging the throw from the back of the couch to cover herself, falling asleep quickly and dreaming of shimmering green eyes.

Jensen groaned as he slowly came awake to the incessant ringing and chimes of his phone. He opened his eyes, grabbing for the phone and peeking at the time.

6am.

He and Y/N were out past midnight. After he made it back to the hotel, he had spent the better part of an hour sipping on a beer as he thought over the night he had with her.

He wasn't sure what compelled him to talk to Lana in the bar that night. He could tell she was a nervous fan, and he remembered her from the photo op, just as nervous and shy. But after a beer or two with her dinner, she relaxed and their conversation flowed. It was nice, to be chatting away with someone new, different.

When she went on about her best friend Y/N, Jensen felt something. Apparently the way if affected her friend was severe enough to have Lana in real turmoil over it. Jensen knew what that was like. He'd worried over Jared a time or two just the same.

When Lana gave him a picture, however, his heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful, with a charming smile. But he could see her eyes were sad and guarded.

When he realized the reunion was a few hours drive and a few days ahead of his schedule to be at another convention, he decided to make the stop to see Y/N at the reunion. At the very least he could chalk it up to a memorable fan moment.

Jensen rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he reluctantly sat against the headboard, checking to see why his phone was blowing up.

It took only a quick glance through the various calls and text and emails from various persons all talking about the same thing. Jensen opened the text thread from Jared, scrolling through the messages and clicking on a picture that was include.

It was him and Y/N dancing together at the reunion the night before. She looked as amazing as he remembered. Her smile was bright and genuine, but so was his. Apparently word had spread from the reunion that he and Y/N were together. That's when he remembered introducing himself to those girls as Y/N's boyfriend.

He wasn't so bothered by the turn of events, which surprised him. He had decided the night before that he wanted to ask her out on a date. Their chemistry was too intense to not pursue.

What bothered him was how she'd react. They'd literally just met and had a friendly, albeit great, evening and now she was possibly going to be bombarded with paparazzi and everyone in her business.

So much for that date.

He knew it was early, but he wanted Y/N to hear from him first. He opened the new message thread between them, seeing her text from the night before and smiling once more, before typing out his message.

Hey, Y/N. Hope you slept well. Was hoping to talk to you about something.

He sent the message, noting the time, and figured he'd give it some time. He didn't know her schedule, or anything about her really. With a groan, Jensen hit the green button to return one of Jared's missed calls.

"Dude!" Jared exclaimed as he answered after one ring, "I've been trying to get ahold of you for two hours!"

"Yes, Mom, I'm aware," Jensen said with a yawn.

"Did you see the picture?"

"Yeah."

"And?" Jared pressed for more, "Why aren't you freaking out about this?" Jared scoffed. Since his last major relationship ended, Jensen hadn't been with anyone really. An occasional date here and there for an event. But he hadn't seemed interested in anyone at all, and was quick to shut down any insuinuations to the contrary.

"I guess I should of seen it coming," Jensen shrugged, "I did introduce myself as her boyfriend after all."

"You what?" Jared was shocked, trying to wrap his head around it, "Why would you do that? Is there something you aren't telling me? Have you been dating her for a while? Who is she anyway?"

Jared fired off the questions in rapid succession like an excited puppy.

"I gotta talk to her first," Jensen said, "I'll see you at the convention in a couple days. You can interrogate me then."

"I want all the details."

"Don't you always?"

Jensen ended the call, taking a deep breath. He felt so stupid for what he did. He wasn't sure why he did that other than to shut those girls down. He really hated bullies.

He decided to get dressed and grab a couple of coffees on his way to Y/N's house. A quick look at his social media had told him that picture was blowing up. She was bound to find out sooner rather than later. He had to tell her first.

Y/N slowly roused from her deep sleep on the comfy couch, hearing an incessant rapping coming from her front door. She stretched, reaching for her phone on the coffee table and finding it dead.

She rolled her eyes as she threw off the throw, climbing from the couch and shuffling to the door and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

She flung open the door, the morning's cresting light just bright enough to assault her eyes. It took her a second to focus, but then she saw Jensen, a small smile on his face and two tall coffees in hand.

"Jensen?" she asked, so very confused and wondering if she was still asleep.

"Hey, uh, I know it's early. But I really needed to see you this morning."

The smile he gave was sweet, but she could tell something was up. Was he worried that maybe she'd go blabbing about their night together? She'd never do that. But she guessed he didn't know that.

"Sure, come in," she smiled warmly, stepping aside and gesturing him into her home. She accepted the coffee as Jensen passed it to her on his way in. She shut the door behind him, taking a whiff of her drink before taking a long gulp, closing her eyes and sighing at the flavor.

"So, what's up?" she asked, shuffling on her feet, "Thanks for the coffee, by the way."

"You're welcome," he smiled, now genuine and inviting and Y/N's heart stuttered slightly at the sight, "I was hoping to talk to you, about last night."

She shook her head, "I won't talk about it with anyone, I promise. Well, other then Lana. I had to call her last night. Yell at her a little," she blushed.

He laughed, nodding his head, "No, I get it. But I wasn't worried about that or anything," he was quick to correct, "Actually, someone else already did."

"Did what?"

"Someone got a picture of us on the dance floor last night and might have said I mentioned I was your boyfriend," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh," she responded, clearly shocked and not sure what to say.

"I just wanted you to hear it from me first, you know? Before seeing it online or whatever."

"Online-" she echoed, her eyes going wide, "So, you can just post a Tweet or something that it's a mistake."

"Okay, well, to be fair, I did introduce myself as your boyfriend to those other women last night."

"Yeah…why'd you do that again?" Y/N smirked despite herself.

He shrugged, "Seemed like the right thing to do. Shut 'em up didn't it?" he grinned, "Besides," he chanced, stepping closer to her," Feels like we had a date last night."

She blushed hard, ducking her head before meeting his eyes once again, "Yeah, it did."

"And I was hoping you'd like to do it again."

"Really?" she asked. She couldn't help the dreamy look in her eye. She still couldn't believe this was happening.

"Yeah. So if you say yes, then we'd be dating, which is practically boyfriend and girlfriend," he explained casually, "So I think we should just keep doing what we're doing and let it ride. What do you think?"

"I think you might be a little bit crazy," she nervously laughed, "Let's start with a second date," she grinned, seeing him brighten up, "And go from there."

"And the press?" Jensen chanced.

"Let them think what they wanna think," she shrugged.

"You're freakin' perfect," he chuckled, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, even though she still had bedhead. He smiled at the cuteness of it.

"I should go freshen up!" she realized, seeing him look over her disheveled state, "Uh…be right back." she rushed off down the hall and Jensen laughed to himself.

He had a good feeling about this.

Forevers:

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@lyarr24

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RPF:

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hinatastinygiant · 3 years ago

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Chapter Forty

Pairing: Mitsuya x Fem!Reader

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You arrive at a small black building with a for sale sign in the front window just a few minutes later. However, it strikes you a bit strange to see that the windows are all covered and boarded up with wood.

"What's up with the windows?" you ask as you take off his bike helmet and place it onto the spot you had been sitting.

Mitsuya sighs. "I brought Baji here when apparently he was in a bad mood, that was a bad idea. And Kazutora wasn't a big help when I realized we couldn't get in and he smashed a hole in the glass part of the door."

"Oh god," you laugh at the thought alone of that scene replaying in your head. "Good thing nobody knows it was you otherwise the owners probably wouldn't sell to you... There are no cameras around here, right?"

"You're right about that," he smiles softly as he walks towards the doors. "I don't think there are any cameras though. But, I take it was Baji and Kaztora's sign of approval I guess."

Mitsuya chuckles to himself as he places his hand through the broken glass of the door and unlocks the entrance. You then follow closely behind him inside of the empty building. It's super dark since the windows aren't allowing light to shine in, but the place certainly looks a lot bigger on the inside than the outside.

"Wow, this place is really nice," you whisper breathlessly as you spin around to check out the space.

"I agree, I think I really like it, too."

As he talks to you about the space, you can almost imagine how everything will look once he sets it up, it only needs a bit of fixing after all. And knowing him, the two of you together will put in a lot of work to make it look beautiful.

"So have I got your seal of approval, too?" he asks as you turn to face him.

"Yeah, it's amazing," you smile.

"You know, none of this would be possible without you. I really appreciate it, Y/N," he hums as he steps closer to you, narrowing the gap between your two bodies.

"It's really nothing," you tell him as you take your hands in his. "You don't need to keep thanking me."

Mitsuya sighs as he places his forehead up against yours. "What would I do without you?" he hums.

"I ask myself the same thing," you grin.

Mitsuya hums softly as he lifts up his head and tilts it to the side slightly before catching you off guard and kissing you. Though you weren't expecting it, you quickly kiss him back. He places his hands around your waist and pulls you close, pressing your chest against his. You wrap your arms around his neck as you quietly wish for him to give you more of his touch.

He backs you up until you reach the side of a counter. He gently lifts you up and sits you down on it. "I wonder what I'll keep over here," he teases. "Maybe a pretty model like you so I can be distracted all day long."

"It might be smarter to keep the register here," you correct him, "though I wouldn't mind staring back at you all day either."

"Oh yeah, that's not a half-bad idea," he smiles softly.

"With the poor organization skills you just demonstrated you really might need an assistant to keep you company here," you tease.

Mitsuya hums in agreement. "If only Mikey would let me have you," he sighs.

"I'll put together an updated resume and get back to you on that," you chuckle before kissing him once more.

As he kisses you back, one of his warm hands presses against your thigh, squeezing gently at your clothed skin. It's not harsh, but it's enough to send a spike of desire throughout your nervous system.

"You really are the best person ever," he admits. You smile back, though you think he should be saying that to himself instead.

When he softly swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, you part them and allow your tongue to gently tangle against his. Your hand once more lifts into his hair, playing softly with it for a few minutes until he pulls away.

"I almost forgot," he whispers quietly. "There's one more stop on this date."

"It just never ends," you smile. "Not that I'm going to complain about that."

"Good," he grins. "I don't want it to end either."

"So, where are you taking me?" you ask between a few shorter kisses.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he apologizes as he pulls away once again, "but it's a surprise."

He then reaches around your waist and helps you down from the counter. You can't help but get lost in thought for a second as you attempt to rationalize where he could be taking you next.

"Oh?" you eventually hum in response once you're standing on your feet. "It must be something super important then."

"It sure is," he nods as he takes you by the hand and begins to guide you out of the store.

You wonder what could possibly be more important than starting up his own business. But you don't pry any further as he leads you outside and shuts the door to the building as though he was never even there. He then tosses you his bike helmet out of pure instinct by now after all the times he's given you rides, especially after you totaled your own motorcycle.

"We've got a bit of a ride to Shibuya," he tells you as you mount the bike behind him.

"Shibuya?! What, why there?!" you ask, a bit confused as to what's out there.

"I already told you, it's a secret. Just hold on!"

You sigh as you wrap your arms comfortably around him. "Ready," you then whisper as you lean yourself against his warm back.

His motorcycle instantly takes off, zooming you to your mysterious destination in Shibuya.

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mejomonster · 2 years ago

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Yup.Kenzan came out in 2008,and a good chunk of the plot revolves around the relationship between Majima and Kiryu.The main plot of the game actually has a full translated series of videos by KHHSubs on YouTube.Although,there's a few errors in it,you'll still be able to totally understand the story.I won't say too much,but even Kiryu's other relationships in that game (like with Haruka,Date,and his love interests) are pretty fascinating.And maybe they're something more like potential past lives.It can be pretty nice to work off that view of it.

The pair you have to watch for is half Mine.I can't say a whole lot due to spoilers,but you'll have to keep a close eye on what he says,what's pushing him,and his behavior.I'd be happy to explain more whenever you're done with 3.

There's definitely some super worthwhile stuff at the end of the construction bit in K2.I'm trying to play through it myself right now so that I can experience the party interaction,and a semi-private Kiryu and Majima conversation.I've seen vids on both.The first one including all the correct responses which will be very useful.

Your interpretation of Majima after having played 0 first is honestly a lot better than most people's.Its true that in the original 1 and 2 he was much more of a focused crazy (especially in 1).While in 2,we started to see more of his serious side not unlike K2.3 presents some very analysis worthy Majima,too.

And Dead Souls definitely looks like something I'd want to try to play,too.Its got some err very interesting substories- like one between Daigo and Majima- and an overall story that I want to look at for myself.

Thank you for all of this! <3

Mmmm if you end up getting Dead Souls before me, please ee tell me what you think of the gameplay. Yeah I um 1. Intensely miss playing majima, yakuza 0 spoils people with 2 full main playable characters , so playing like 4 people is tempting. Also I really would like to see majima and ryujis whole sections, now that I know who more of these characters are now. Also I love genre Mashups so concept itself is tempting for the stories and whatever wild things it can allow for.

I'll look up the KHHSubs kenzan videos cool! I knew they did ishin videos.

Oh man there's correct answers to the construction side game talks later! Thank you for that heads up! Mm I may wanna check out more of that side game area then before I finish the game... I keep playing these games for like 30-60 hours then once the game hints I'm near the end I tend to just really get excited to see the end and start the next, so I'm missing like 60-70% of the game as far as that % complete says ToT which I'm hoping is at least like 50% high score stuff maybe and not story. But I definitely know when I go back to replay them next time, I'll have new substories and portions I just didn't get to yet. Which in a way is fun knowing there's more enjoyable stories to see even when I'm done.

(Mildly related but if you happen to like games where a LOT of the actual game stuff pays off with story, I highly recommend Nier Automata. One thing the yakuza series really does well is all the player time is mostly spent paying off with stories/side stories or mini games You choose to do - no required level grinding or material harvesting for things with no story payoff, no required hours of play to accomplish an objective that has no payoff. I can waste hours at the karaoke or bowling but one usually get a fun music video or story, and two it happens early so if I choose to keep doing it then it's optional for my own fun. I've played games where I spent over half the gameplay time level grinding or harvesting stuff, often with no story movement and not cause I enjoyed the task a bunch - compared to a fun optional mini game lol. So like I really appreciate that quality in yakuza, I don't feel my time is wasted, I'm always doing story relevant stuff I find fun or optional stuff cause I enjoy it. Nier Automata is like that- every side quest has an interesting side story related to the themes of the game or making the main story richer, mini games are optional if you find them fun - though not as many or as silly as yakuza lol, and if you do choose to grind for some weapon upgrade the weapons have stories which is their own little thing. Weapon upgrades are optional, and level grinding isn't required to beat the game by any means, so it's stuff you only have to do if you enjoy it. Nier Automata has an absolutely amazing story, but it also is really fun for you know not wasting player time and having a lot of care for its story and side stories.)

Whenever I play 3 and start/finish liveblogging yeah I'd love to discuss that game more!

#replies #ask #anonymous #yakuza #kenzan #mmm i might buy kenzan too and check out the vids if i get lost.... mmm #thank you for this info!#also mildly related? way diffwrent structurally but atlas ps2 game Devil Summoner Raidou also vaguely reminds me of yakuza games #in a goodcway. you play a devil summoner who solves supernatural cases. befriends demons and humans and helps both.#and theres a main intense story (but also wild) and then lots of slice of life side stories. and yakuzas story setup is similar

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jazminetoad · 4 years ago

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In My Reality | Chapter 1: Dreams & Wishes

Yo, I finally finished the actual first chapter of this new series! I originally wanted to get this out within a week of the prologue’s release but this turned out to be longer than I imagined. All of my TLC went into this for the past three weeks, I haven’t felt this passionate for a project in a long time. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I do! ^-^

(This is a Tatsumi brothers x Reader)

(To read the first part, click -> Prologue)

(To read the next part, click → Chapter 2)

(Click “Keep reading” to read the story)

"Geez [n/n], you look so tired," Kamida pointed out. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Yeah, I did," I told them before a yawn escaped my mouth. "Just not as much as I wanted."

The three of us were standing at one of the local bus stops that took us downtown. It was our usual meeting spot since it crossed paths with the sidewalks that led us to our houses. We were heading to the arcade, our pockets filled with coins and our phones. The two artists were awake and ready but I on the other hand wished I stayed in bed.

"Oh?" Kamida quirked a brow.

"Did you go to sleep when we ended the call?" Meri-chan questioned, narrowing her eyes at me. 'Course in my sleepy state, I wasn't bothered by her laser stare.

"No-"

"[Name]!"

"Look, I wasn't ready to fall asleep at the time. Can you blame me?" I asked only to receive a sigh for an answer. "I didn't stay up too late anyway-"

"When?"

"When what?"

"When do you go to sleep?" Meri-chan inquired, placing her hands on her hips.

'Playing the mom friend, are we now?' I thought to myself. 'At least I don't have to deal with the teasing wingman.'

"Around 2 in the morning," I mumbled.

"[Name]!"

"What did you even do during that time?" Kamida asked, saving me from Meri-chan's lecture.

"I just watched the twins' episodes from Juuni Taisen." I noticed Meri-chan was about to go on again so I added, "Hey, at least I didn't watch the entire series."

"That's not the point," Meri-chan stated. I just shrugged in response.

"You really love those two, don't you," Kamida asked me.

"Yup."

I lost track of how many times I rewatched their episodes long ago. While rewatching the entire Anime is great, I didn't have the patience to go through six other episodes before seeing my favourite twins. I then just kept replaying the twins' episodes, eventually losing track of how many times I did. It's just that every time I watch the two episodes, the more I felt I could understand them. It made them seem as if they were real, but the reality is that they're not and I have to remember that. That doesn't stop my dreams though, speaking of my dreams...

"You know, I had an unusual dream last night," I told my friends. "It wasn't like the rest of my dreams that were strange and went all over the place. This dream it... it was of the Tatsumi Brothers but- but it was alternate ending with them." I left out the description of what happened because it'd spoil the Anime for Kamida, and I didn't want to do that.

"What do you mean by 'alternate ending'?" Meri-chan inquired, raising a brow.

"Like it was the ending of Juuni Taisen but different," I answered. "It just- it looked so real! It felt like I was actually watching the Anime until I woke up. You get what I'm saying?"

"Ummm, no," Meri-chan responded, sounding puzzled.

"Really?" I deadpanned.

"I get what you're saying," Kamida piped, pushing his glasses up for the Anime effect. My brow raised in question as to what his next words would be. "You're saying you're obsessed with the two to the point you dream of them!" He stated, pointing an index finger at me.

"Ack-! No!"

"Relax [n/n]," Kamida laughed. "I'm just messing with ya."

"Ha ha..." I let out before another yawn escapes.

"Man, you really are tired."

"I think the dream took my energy," I theorized, rubbing my eyes to stay open. Just as the words left my mouth, we all caught a glimpse of the approaching city bus. I don't know if it was just me but the thing seemed to be taking its sweet time to get to the bus stop.

"It's okay, [Name]. You can take a nap on the bus," Meri-chan told me as the bus came to a stop. "We'll wake you up when we're at the stop near the arcade."

"Alright."

Following my friends, I stepped onto the bus. It wasn't crowded, which made sense considering most people were still working at 2 in the afternoon. Kamida found a set of seats for all of us and sat down, Meri-chan sat next to him, then I plopped down in the seat next to her. Adjusting my position to try and get comfortable enough to fall asleep, I tilted my head to the side and let my eyes fall shut. Soon enough, I had drifted into sleep.

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"Is that thing any good?" Nagayuki asked his younger brother, watching him eat the deceased, cooked lizard.

"Yeah, it's awesome!" Takeyasu's sarcasm dripped with venom as his teeth tried to tear the scaled arm. "What do you think?"

The elder twin just blankly stared at his brother. Silence filled the air around them, but the sound of the younger twin eating his dead pet prevented the silence from taking over the scene. That was until the echo of a knock on their door emitted into their ears.

In sync, they both turned their attention to the door wondering who'd come to the door at this hour aside from a delivery man, but it wouldn't make sense for it to be a delivery man. Neither of them had ordered anything. The two gave each other a glance of uncertainty before Nagayuki let out a sigh, pinching the tip of his nose.

"I'll answer it," he stated as he approached the front door.

"Alright." Takeyasu reached over and grabbed his weapon, pulling it close for easy access, just in case.

The feeling around them pulled the twins towards the edge as eerie vines grew in the room. Masking his expression, Nagayuki slowly twisted the knob and partially opened the door. He briefly eyes the person standing on the other side.

It was a man with a top hat, grey hair tied back into a ponytail, facial hair, and the structure of his face made him seem elderly. He wore a black long coat with a grey scarf and white gloves. By this alone, the elder Tatsumi brother was able to tell this man dressed to blend into the shadows and meant business. Something else emitted from the man, it seemed to be supernatural. If it had been a normal person answering the door, they would've brushed the feeling off as if it was nothing because they don't believe in it, but Nagayuki knew the supernatural existed because he was living proof. That said, he grew cautious, thinking carefully of his next actions.

"Can I help you?" Nagayuki asked the man with a stoic face.

"I do believe this is the household of the Tatsumi brothers, Nagayuki and Takeyasu, if my sources are correct," the man spoke with an unreadable smile.

"So what if it is?"

"My name is Duodecuple," the man introduced himself. "I am from the Juuni Taisen organization."

Nagayuki raised a brow, suspicious of this mysterious person. When the head of the dragon and snake household explained how the Juuni Taisen contacted you the instructions of how to get to the location, they sent a letter in a red envelope with gold wax as its seal, and it was delivered through the mail. Why was this man here?

"Are you?" Nagayuki questioned. "Do you have any proof to back up that claim of yours?"

"I figured you would say something like that," Duodecuple said, his gloved-hand reached into his coat and pulled out a red envelope with a golden seal, handing it to Nagayuki.

Taking it from the man, the elder Tsumita twin opened the letter and thoroughly read the message written. Sure enough, this was legit. Glancing back at the man, still with a hint of suspicion, Nagayuki folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope before handing it back to him.

"Alright, so why are you here exactly? Last time I checked, you don't escort the warriors to the Juuni Taisen."

"While that is indeed true, I am here on the behave of a wish someone made. A wish that you and your brother wouldn't partake in the Juuni Taisen."

Takeyasu, who was listening to the conversation nearby, swung the door open and fired his weapon at the man. In his mind, that statement is something said before another person is killed. Not necessarily a threat, but even so it wasn't something to take lightly. He wasn't taking the risk of his brother being killed.

Nagayuki hardly had any time to react before his brother started burning the person in front of them. Part of him wanted to scold his brother for acting impulsively, but gratitude is the feeling that stirred inside him. He became unsettled after what the man said, and if it wasn't for Takeyasu, there was a chance the walls would've been stained with blood. However, he should stop his brother before they burn down the apartment building, he doesn't want to have to move again.

"Alright, that's enough, Takeyasu," Nagayuki told his twin, putting a hand on the younger one's shoulder. As the final remains of ember faded away after Takeyasu had stopped, both twins saw that no evidence was left behind of the man. "You really got him good..." Nagayuki stated, almost in disbelief.

"I do believe it is considered rude to try to kill someone before they finish what they are saying." Duodecuple's voice lurked behind them. The two flinched and spun around to discover the man standing there with no trail of smoke or ash on him as if he never had made contact with the fire. "But since you are warriors, I suppose that is an exception."

"I'd like to see you try and avoid this!"

"Wait-" Nagayuki tried to stop his brother from making any haste moves but his brother slithered quickly and tried to attack the old man with physical combat.

From the way the man never flinched and stood his ground, Nagayuki knew something was up. Sure enough, when Takeyasu struck he phased right through. Surprised by this, Takeyasu barely had time to recover and stumbled to catch himself. Once he steadied himself, he looked back to the elder man with narrowed eyes, growling.

"Now, now, I don't mean to bring any harm," Duodecuple reassured the two, holding up one of his gloved hands to gesture he meant no harm. "I am just here to fulfill a wish..." he paused for a brief moment to lower his hand. "Three wishes actually."

"Huh?" Both Tatsumi brothers spoke in sync, confused. Why would there be three wishes that involved them?

"By your tone, I am sure you are confused. I do not blame you however, even if you remembered your own wish you still would not know where the third one came from."

The twins' eyes glanced at each other before going back to the man. If they had made their wish and Duodecuple was here to grant it then that means they were already in the Juuni Taisen and won. What didn't make sense was how did they both win? Did something change where they could both win? If that was the case, why was Duodecuple here before the Juuni Taisen even started? Then there was still the third wish that didn't fit in the picture.

"Since it is not possible for the two of you to avoid the Juuni Taisen while in this plane of existence, our organizers thought it would be best to move you to another. And since the organizers are generous, they thought to grant another wish that would benefit both you and the wisher."

Once again, the Tatsumi brothers shared a look. Both unsure if there was a catch, and both having a lot of questions running through their minds. This entire situation seemed to be too good to be true then again, it was the Juuni Taisen. From what the twins heard, they made anything possible, the power they have is unimaginable. Still, better to find out now.

"Is there anything else we should know about?" Nagayuki inquired.

"You will be living with the wisher," Duodecuple informed them. "As I said, it is a win-win situation. You will be informed of the new plane and you will have a new place to stay, it makes things more convenient."

"Alright, so we get our wish granted and a new roommate." Takeyasu turned his gaze to his brother, a smirk on his face. "It doesn't seem all that bad."

"I am glad to hear that. That being said, you have seven hours to pack everything you need before you are escorted to your new home," Duodecuple told them, taking off his hat and bowing. His form began to pixelate away until the air was the only thing that remained where the mysterious hologram once stood.

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"[Name], wake up," Meri-chan whispered, nudging me awake. "We're here."

"Huh? Oh, right," I mumbled before a yawn escaped my mouth as I rose to my feet.

Once the three of us had walked off the bus, I stretched my stiff limbs. Satisfaction filled me as the musical sound of my bones cracking played through my ears. I was on that bus for too long, but if that meant I got more sleep, I didn't mind. However, I still wished I had been sleeping, for one I still felt like I needed more rest, and two, I wanted to continue the dream I had. It felt real like the one I dreamt the night before, just as if I was watching Juuni Taisen. I found it rather strange that twice in a row I had a dream like that.

"Feeling more awake now, [n/n]?" Kamida asked me.

"Kinda," I answered honestly before I drew a smirk on my face. "Awake enough to be able to beat you at Street Fighter!" I told him, poking his arm then picked up my feet and dashed towards the building.

"Oh no, you don't!" Kamida shouted, sprinting after me.

"Hey, no fair! You guys got a head start!" Meri-chan complained, following behind, trying to keep up.

'Course, it didn't take long before Kamida was running ahead of me, he had the height advance. Kamida is taller than both me and Meri-chan, and I am taller than Meri-chan which leaves her as the shortest out of our trio. That said, it was the order in which we all arrived at the arcade's main doors. Laughter emerged from us as we stumble at the front entrance.

"You guys are so slow," Kamida jeered.

"Yeah, yeah." I waved it off with a hand before strolling over and opening the door. "After you."

"As the wingman, I insist you go first," he stated holding the door open.

"Fine." I stepped into the world of entertainment and scanned the dark place where black and neon lights hung from. Only a few kids were here today, which means more gameplay for us! "Alright!" I thought out loud.

"Hey [n/n]-chan," Meri-chan addressed me, catching my attention. "Let's play a round of air hockey."

"Yeah- we can do our match later Kamida," I told him, still wanting to do that duel.

"Cool, I'll just be playing Space Invaders over here," he said before walking away.

"Alright, Meri-chan." My hand fished out a dollar from my pocket and inserted it in the coin slot, activating the machine. Taking the puck from the goal and placing it on the table, I put on my game face. "First to ten wins."

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"Aw man," I groaned, seeing my Pac-man die for 4th time playing this multiplayer game.

"You're off your game today," Kamida commented as his eyes focus on the screen, trying not to get eaten by Meri-chan's red Pac-man.

"Gee, I wonder what makes you think that." I playfully rolled my eyes, chuckling as I saw Kamida's blue Pac-man get eaten.

"Dang it!"

"Haha!" Meri-chan cheered in victory, throwing her hands in the air.

I felt a smile form on my face seeing my friends act the way they did, but my mind couldn't help but focus on the dreams I had earlier. They were stuck bouncing around my loop of thoughts, perhaps that's why I was off my game. Who can blame me though? It's not like I get these dreams every day so the fact they happen was a puzzle itself, maybe if they happened more often I wouldn't be so distracted.

"Well darn, it's 5:10." Meri-chan's statement caused me to get off my train of thought.

"Shoot, I'm supposed to be home by 6," I told them.

"And I'm supposed to be cooking dinner tonight for me and my little brother," Kamida grumbled as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Should we leave now and catch the next bus?" Meri-chan asked, her eyes looking at us after her phone was put back in her pocket.

"Yeah, the next bus arrives in 15 minutes," Kamida informed us, checking the bus schedule.

"Let's get going then," I said leading the way out of the arcade. Stepping outside after being inside that dim-lit building burned my eyes. My hands shot up to block the setting sun as I let out a snake-like hiss, taking a few steps back.

"Hhhhh, why couldn't it be night when we left?" Meri-chan complained, getting the same effect.

"I don't know, I don't control time," Kamida replied to her squinting his eyes to try and adjust back to the normal lighting. "Come on guys, we don't have much time before the bus gets to the stop."

"Right," I nodded, setting my hands in my jacket pockets after my eyes were used to the lighting, following the others.

"You guys wanna do this again tomorrow?" Meri-chan asked, starting conversation as we strolled to the bus stop.

"I already have stuff going on tomorrow," I lied. It's not that I didn't want to spend time with them, I just didn't want to go outside until I have to go back to school.

"And I'm going to be at my grandparents for the next three days. That's why I said we should hang out today," Kamida explained.

"Oh, that's alright. We can always voice chat at night," Meri-chan optimized.

"Yeah." A yawn escaped from my mouth once again. 'Man, I really do need sleep.'

"[n/n], you should take a nap when you get home."

"I will, I will," I grumbled. 'After I take a shower.'

I probably won't remember to take a nap when I get home, cause with showering and then dinner practically ready when I'm finished, the thought will be lost in my head. Not to mention my dreams are what have been occupying my mind. Usually, they don't, but I believe I'm still grasping onto them since I don't want them to slip away.

'What do the dreams mean?' It appeared too real to be just a normal dream but to call it a vision would absurd. Visions are stuff that happened, will happen, or a sort of warning, at least that's how it is in movies. The closest thing I ever get to a vision is the random flashes of deja vu I receive. Perhaps I'm overthinking this, maybe I'm just having proper dreams for once. Yeah, that's probably it, I-

"Whoa there, [n/n]!" Kamida grasped my hood to prevent me from walking any further.

"Huh?" I voiced, confused by his actions, I turned my head to him and gave him a "Why did you do that?" expression.

"We're at the bus stop, dummy," Meri-chan informed me.

"Oh, oops." I sweatdropped as I stood beside them.

"We're just in time too," Kamida pointed out as he watched the bus drive towards the stop.

One by one, we stepped onto the bus. I noticed the number of people taking this transportation has grown since it's at an hour where most people get off work, luckily there was still a three-seat row open for us. My legs took haste to snatch the spot before it could be in someone's possession, then I plopped down onto the window seat. By the time I had shifted into a comfortable yet civil sitting position, my friends had joined me. Kamida next to me and Meri-chan sitting on his other side.

Vines of silence grew around us so we didn't disturb anyone lurking in our surroundings. I wasn't phased by the lack of conversation, taking the opportunity to gaze at the modern buildings the bus drove by and dive further into the waters of my mind. Going through the catalogue of my memory, I searched for the recent dream I had and play it once I had found it. Something felt out of place in that dream, and it wasn't just because the scenario differed from the canon result of the flashback in episode 8 of Juuni Taisen. The fact Duodecuple stated he came to fulfill three wishes and not two didn't make sense.

If I connected the dots correctly, the first two wishes were Nagayuki and Takeyasu's wish to not partake in the Juuni Taisen, but then where did the third wish come from? Why would there be a third wish? Did I miss something in my first dream? Is it possible that if I slept a bit longer this morning I would've found out who made the third wish?

Multiple questions danced in my mind but they couldn't find any answers for them to waltz around with. After all, they were left in the mystic unknown, the only way they could return to the known land and find answers is if I returned to the dream realm, but there's no guarantee that it'll give me what I'm looking for. I highly doubt I'd be able to get another dream of the Tatsumi brothers again, my dreams have been generous enough to grant me two normal dreams in a row, I don't think they're going to give me a third. Still, it would be nice-

"[n/n], we're at our stop," Kamida informed me while waving a hand in front of my face.

"Uh-right... right," I responded and arose to my feet, following them out of the bus. Once outside, I brushed myself off, watching the bus drive out of view. Turning my attention to my friends, my hands set themselves in my jacket pockets. "So I guess I'll see you guys at school."

"{Yup|Yeah}," they answered at the same time.

"Alright, see ya then guys." I waved, beginning to stroll backwards in the direction of my house.

"Bye!" Meri-chan exclaimed, waving.

"See ya." Kamida gave a small wave before turning and heading home.

I faced forward once we had disappeared in our path home, eyeing the slim light that emerged from the sun that is ready to be engulfed by the black night. My hand dug into my pocket and pulled out my phone, I needed to text my mom I was almost home. Turning on the device, I noticed I had two text messages, one from my mom and the other from my brother. I tapped on the notification and bypassed the lock screen to read the message my bro sent me.

"Hey, I'm going to a hangout at my friend's house.

Won't be back till morning"

"Looks like he made plans of his own," I thought out loud. "Guess that means no Code Geass tonight, but that also means I can rewatch Juuni Taisen." Drawing a smirk on my face, I chuckled before sending a response to my brother.

"Aight, cya tomorrow bro"

I waited for the message to load and confirm it was sent before tapping onto the text my mom sent.

"Just wanted to let you know your brother

is going over to his friend's place."

"Good to know."

"I'm almost home"

I turned off my phone once I had replied to her message, storing the device in my pocket. Mom always made sure to inform us whenever something came up, which I am grateful for. It helped me remember and keep track of things, they say "two heads are better than one" for a reason.

"Two heads..." I chuckled to myself when the Tsumita twins popped into my head once more. "Two heads that's been stuck in my mind all day."

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I sat down in my office chair once I had finished drying my hair, dressed in a simple t-shirt and cargo pants. Opening my laptop I hopped onto docs and clicked the option open a new document. It had been a while since I had written anything, my search for inspiration had been harder than trying to find water in a desert, but with the two dreams I had, I thought I could use it for the idea of a plot. Fidgeting with my bracelet, I tried to construct a starter for the story in my mind, but I found myself unable to find my way around writer's block.

Glancing down at the accessory hugging my wrist as if I asked for ideas, I didn't have any other options since no one was here beside me. I would call or text Meri-chan or Kamida but I knew I'd be heading down soon for dinner. I found no point in inquiring if they could talk if I had to disappear. Funny enough, the bracelet only reminded me of the Tatsumi brothers. I laughed to myself, wondering what the twins would say if they were here, I found the idea amusing. I became tempted to tear the material on my wrist to make my greatest wish a reality, to see if they could become real once I did, but common sense popped my fantasy bubble. This wasn't some Anime where a game master could grant my wish, such fictional desires weren't possible for me to achieve, but I wish it was.

Something in my gut kicked me, flying my head out of that sad mindset I didn't know I fell into. My eyes went back to the blank doc I had open on my laptop. I felt a spark begin to flicker, attempting to get the fire of creativity going. My hands hovered over the keys, words on the tip of my fingers-

"[Name], dinner is ready," mom told me on the other side of my closed door she knocked on.

"Dah!" Frustrated, my arms flew up and mimicked the action of flipping a table before they slammed down on the edge of my desk. "Just when I had something..." I groaned and hung my head back. My mood shifted quickly, realizing some brain food would be good. "Coming mom."

As I arose from my chair, my bracelet seemed off, but when I checked it, everything appeared to be fine. I shrugged off my instinct, believing I was imagining things.

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A yawn escaped my mouth after I heard the door to mom's room close, she went to bed since she had to work early. I was just chilling on the couch, my feet reclined up and any plans of writing had gone out the window once I had become one with the couch. I had the house somewhat to myself, considering my mom was now upstairs sleeping I couldn't do much.

I don't do things too exciting anyway, most times I just continued writing, or watch something on the tv which is what I'm doing now. Other times if my friends are available, I'd call them up and we'd discuss the fictional world. Then there was the rare occasion where I'd put on music and dance or vibe. It's relaxing me time.

Currently, Juuni Taisen played on the widescreen tv, already on the 11th episode. I don't know why, but it felt strange to watch it. I've seen these courses of events multiple times, each time understanding it more, why now do I receive this feeling? Perhaps the reason had to do with the dreams I had previously, with them appearing so real I guess coming back to what actually happened felt off to me. At least that was my thought process as I let out another yawn.

The 11th episode now halfway through and my eyes had begun to droop, feeling drowsy like Nezumi. The tv slowly turned into background noise when my tired mind began to pull me into the dream realm, my arms going limp to my sides as my eyes closed. The last audible thing I heard was Nezumi mentioning his 100 paths.

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"Too bad my lizard died, I think he would've liked meeting a new face," Takeyasu remarked gazing at the empty reptile tank sitting on his shelf, taking a break from packing his duffle bags.

This all seemed surreal for Takeyasu, for months he was on edge and trying to distance himself from his brother so when they were in the Taisen it wouldn't be as painful to see him die, at least that was his thought process. It probably wouldn't have worked anyway, not when Nagayuki started to take the big brother role more seriously ever since they both found out one of them was going to die in the Juuni Taisen if the other were to win. Then this wish thing came along and now they're packing for their new life, it was a miracle this was happening. Part of Takeyasu imagined this is some cruel dream that he's in and reality is about to wake him up to see those red letters for him and his brother. He sure wished it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him.

"Hey, are you done packing?" Nagayuki questioned checking in, changed into his signature blue outfit.

"Almost, just gotta stash the rest of the money in there," the younger Tatsumi brother answered, going back to his task. "Do you think we can bring Hitokage and Yuki-onna?"

"I don't think that's the best idea, we don't know who our new roommate is going to be and what exactly they'll be okay with," Nagayuki stated, his hand grasping his chin as he began thinking out loud. "Normal people would probably freak out upon seeing two guys with a flamethrower and an icethrower. Still, if we have something to do with the third wish they must know who we are."

"Heh, I was just going to bring Hitokage anyway, regardless of your answer. You never know if we may need them."

Nagayuki rolled his eyes, knowing his brother would do something like that. His little bro had a point, however. They might need their weapons in this new place they're going, it'd probably give more use than the currency they were bringing with them. Both were unaware of where they were heading. Walking over, he looked inside one of Takeyasu's bags, small red rectangle boxes caught his eye and he picked one up.

"Really? You're taking your poker cards?"

"You say that like it's a question."

"Do you really need all of them?"

"Yeah, they're collector." Takeyasu stated his reason like it was obvious. The snake then cracked a smile. "At least I can reuse them unlike the bags of snacks you packed."

"Shut up." A faint blush appeared on Nagayuki's albino cheeks. "The flavours might not be available where we go, it's not like I'm going to eat them all in one go."

The little brother playfully snickered until the brief moment died down. A gentle silence sat between them, the only thing heard was Takeyasu stuffing items into the duffle bag. The elder Tatsumi brother glanced outside the room, considering if he should go check to see he had everything he needed and wasn't forgetting anything, but his bro caught his attention before he could decide.

"Hey..." Takeyasu started with a monotone, the mood in the room becoming heavy. That was a rare thing to happen among them, so he had his elder twin's full attention. "Did you ever think this would happen; Us not having to be apart of the Juuni Taisen?"

"I'm going to be honest with you, Takeyasu."

That was a phrase the younger Tsumita twin hadn't heard in a long time.

"I thought the Juuni Taisen was what our whole lives were leading up to, but I also thought the day would never come," Nagayuki spoke truthfully, his eyes gazed down at the floor. "I... just can't believe that it's not actually going to come, and how it never will..."

It grew quiet, the reality of what was happening finally settling in their minds. The reality neither of them was going to die. The reality neither of them had to kill the other. It was gone, the dark road was gone. They were free.

A laugh broke the silence, Nagayuki glance at his brother who had made the joyful sound.

"We don't have to play those bastards' game!" Takeyasu exclaimed, tackling his bro into a hug.

"Oof-" Nagayuki stumbled, not expecting the sudden embrace, but when he steadied himself he wrapped his arms around his baby brother. The burden of death has been lifted from their shoulders and they never felt more relieved. Tears of joy threatened to fall as the two hugged, knowing they wouldn't lose the other.

Before either could cry, an outsider cleared their throat. The moment now passed, the twins pulled away from the sibling hug to see Duodecuple there holding his hands behind his back.

"Are you both ready?" the man asked.

"Yeah, let me just get my bags," Nagayuki responded, moving past the elder man to get to his room.

Entering, the dragon went straight to retrieve the two duffle bags he packed. However, he ceased in his tracks when he turned to exit, spying the icethrower from the corner of his eye. He had originally planned to leave it, thinking it wasn't needed in his new life and unsure how their new roommate would feel about it, but since his little bro was taking his flamethrower what could it hurt to bring his weapon along?

"Besides, I don't I could get something like you out there, Yuki-onna," Nagayuki said, a smirk plastered on his face as he picked up the icethrower and put it on his back. He then grabbed his bags and left his now old room. Joining his brother's side in the main room, both face the mysterious man, holding their belongings.

"I hope you both are aware you are not heading to any warzones," Duodecuple told them, seeing how both Tatsumi brothers were carrying their weapons with them.

"Yeah, we know," Nagayuki stated blankly.

"But there's no way we're leaving these," Takeyasu added with a smug expression.

"I see." Duodecuple nodded, grabbing the rim of his top hat.

"So where are heading?" the elder Tatsumi brother asked.

"And how are we getting-"

Before the younger Tsumita twin could finish his question, Duodecuple had taken off his hat to bow, while doing so the brothers faded out of their reality.

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"No!" I cried, reaching out to the two, only to face the actual screen in front of me. "Oh... it was just another dream," I muttered to myself, grasping my forehead with my right hand.

I'm surprised I actually was granted a third dream of the Tatsumi brothers. I expected my brain not to be so generous, not that I'm complaining, I'm grateful for it. I wished I knew what happened to them though, maybe I'll find out in the next dream. I could get used to having them on my mind as I sleep.

Returning to the reality before me, I saw the episode had finished a while ago. My hand went to pick up the phone that laid on the couch beside me to check the time, but when I did I noticed my bracelet had broken beyond repair. I quickly sat up, picking up the remains of the lime bracelet and the few beads that were once on it.

"Shit, how'd it break?" I questioned, examing the pieces. "It was fine an hour ago, wasn't it?" Shaking my head, I knew it had to throw it in the trash, it was useless now.

I reclined my spot on the couch back down and stuffed my phone in my pocket. Holding the bits of my broken bracelet, I strolled over to the trashcan in the kitchen and dropped them in there. I felt disappointed, I actually enjoyed wearing that bracelet. Not only was it a gift from one of my best friends but it was something that reminded me of the Tatsumi brothers.

"Oh well, objects can't last forever," I mumbled to myself, recalling the day our Wii console stopped reading discs, on New Year's Day too no less.

Catching a glimpse of the time set on the oven, I figured I should head upstairs to my room. If I stayed downstairs for too long and went up late in the night, I'd give mom broken sleep. Probably best I'd head there now anyway if I wanted to get any writing done.

Going up the steps silently so I wouldn't disturb mom, headed to the next floor. My mind was in a whirlwind of different thoughts, but they were put to a pause when I heard voices. At first, I concluded it was just mom talking in her sleep again, however, I crossed it off since they sounded male. My next assumption was my brother but that wouldn't make sense since he wasn't home. Before the scary sensation of the situation settled into my mindset, I had reached the floor and the semi-audio voices sounded familiar to me. With that in mind, I crept down the hallway towards the sound and I realized it was coming from my room.

'Why would it be my room of all places?' I questioned in my head. 'I don't have anything worth stealing!' I turned around to go and find something to use to defend myself but I never took another step because that's when their sentences became audible.

"Too bad we didn't have more time to pack, I would've liked to bring my desktop set up with me."

'No way...' I thought to myself, slowly twisting my head towards my door with wide eyes.

"Don't sweat it, bro. You got the USB, that's all that matters."

'No fucking way!'

I didn't even realize I moved down the hall until my hand felt the cool metal of the doorknob that opened the door to my room. My brain hardly processing my actions, I twisted the handle and pushed open the door. The sight before me I could barely believe.

There standing in my room, in their full warrior gear, were the Tatsumi brothers.

In the moment of me just staring at their backs, I forgot how to fucking breathe. Then Takeyasu was the first to turn to me.

"Hey bro, I think our roommate is here," he told his brother, his signature smirk on his face.

"Huh?" Nagayuki turning attention to me, his icy gaze settling on my skin. "I think you're right."

The expression of the younger twin changed to a semi-worried one. "Hey, are you okay?-"

I wasn't able to hear the rest of his words because all the weight that once was in my head disappeared. I saw my surroundings grow taller and tilt horizontally, but then I felt something solid collide with my back and my vision dissolved to black. I realized that I fainted from disbelief.

I mean, this couldn't have been real right? I was sleeping only moments ago and I woke up to this? No, no, this couldn't be real. I'm probably just dreaming, right? Yeah, that's what I'm doing, dreaming. I'm just dreaming. I'll wake up on the couch and see that it was only a dream.

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imzadi-caskett-huddy · 4 years ago

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House, M.D. Fanfic (4/?)

Thank you to everyone who has taken time to leave a note on my story. I hope you continue to enjoy my kind of rewrite our additions to certain episodes! As always, I don't own House. If I did, there would have been huge differences in season 8.

As stated in previous chapters, the story follows the big picture laid out on the show, but with my own take on things. This chapter deals with House being shot. I felt we were robbed of Cuddy's reaction and the aftermath.

Thanks to @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie for reading my ideas and providing positive feedback! Anything in the way of feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy!

"It's House..." Those words replayed in her head. She'd heard about the shooting and was on her way to ream security about letting someone with a gun just walk around her hospital. That's when she was intercepted with those words. They immediately stopped her in her tracks. She spun on her heel in one fluid motion to divert her path to the ER trauma room where they were taking him.

Upon seeing him, she immediately called to get an OR and a surgical team before helping to stabilize and treat him. Once they wheeled him into the OR, she had a chance to breathe. Everything hit her at once as she took her gloves off to throw them away... gloves that were covered in blood. His blood. And she realized just how close she'd come to losing him.

Cuddy stood in the observation room of the OR, watching as they worked on House. She'd given them the direction to use Ketamine, as Chase had told her that's the last thing House said before losing consciousness. But she stayed out of the surgery. She told herself, and anyone else who asked, that she was his doctor, but she wasn't a surgeon. She didn't want to be in the way, but she would be watching. Truthfully, she wasn't sure what she would do if he didn't make it through the surgery, and she would prefer not to find out in a room full of people.

"He's going to be fine, you know," Wilson's voice came from the doorway. "The man is too stubborn to go out this way. It's not flashy enough," he tried to lighten the mood.

Cuddy shifted, but her eyes never left the surgery going on below her. "Thankfully he hadn't sent his team out to do any tests on the patient. If he hadn't been surrounded by doctors, he would have bled out," she commented. "How's Cameron?"

"She's understandably shaken up. They all are. Their boss was shot in front of them," he pointed out.

Cuddy sighed and nodded. "Chase is down there helping with the surgery. Do me a favor and keep an eye on Cameron. Let me know if she needs anything." She wasn't really as concerned about the men, but Cameron had shown interest in House. And she wanted to make sure the other woman really was okay. "Better yet, send Foreman and Cameron home. If they don't want to go home, they can wait for an update on House, but they aren't seeing patients today. I'll send Chase after he finishes in the OR and monitor their patient myself. I'll have them paged if anything drastic changes today," she instructed.

"You really think you should be seeing patients today?" He countered.

Cuddy looked at him then for the first time since he came in the room. "No. But it's my hospital. So my rules," she responded before turning back to the surgery. "And I'm only monitoring their patient. I also plan on interviewing every security guard here to see how the hell that son of a bitch walked right into my hospital and shot him... and then got away," she said lowly. The way she was feeling, the entire security department was liable to find themselves searching for a new job."

Wilson held his hands up in self defense to make sure she didn't take any of her anger at the situation out on him. "I'll go talk to Cameron and Foreman," he said, heading back out the door.

It was two days later before House finally woke up. Seeing Cuddy curled up in the chair beside his bed asleep, he had to smirk slightly. He immediately began to try to sit up to grab his chart.

"Put it back and lay down," she murmured, stretching a little as she sat up then.

"Wow. You look like crap," he told her.

"I look better than you. And I'm not peeing into a bag," she pointed out, shifting to check him over a bit. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got shot," he responded sarcastically. "How long have I been out?"

"2 days."

He nodded, carefully feeling around on himself for his injuries. "2 days... no wonder you look like crap."

"Shut up, House," she finally took a seat again once she was satisfied everything looked ok.

He breathed deeply. "How bad are my injuries?"

"Surgeon got the bullet out of your side. The other bullet sliced through your jugular. It's lucky it happened while you were surrounded by doctors."

"My philosophy has always been if you're going to get shot, do it in a hospital."

"Funny. My philosophy has as always been don't piss off the patient so badly that they shoot you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Right. It's my fault I got shot."

"To a point, yeah. Most doctors just get sued, but not you. No... you have to brow beat them and push their buttons until they try to kill you."

"If you had real security in your hospital, I wouldn't have gotten shot."

She was quiet for a moment at that. "I'm working to correct that." Every security guard on duty that morning had already been fired.

"Did they tell you I wanted Ketamine?" He asked lowly a moment later.

She nodded. "Yeah. How does your leg feel?" She asked.

"Not bad. I thought it was because of the morphine."

She smiled slightly, reaching for his hand as she moved closer. "It's still early, but I think the Ketamine might be working."

Only time would tell. It was still too early for him to have hope.

#house #house md #house m.d.#huddy #house x cuddy #greg house #lisa cuddy #house fanfic

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hellishmess · 4 years ago

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40: The Wake of Understanding

March 6,2019 2:00 am

[Aspen]

Ana's face rests against the door frame. Puffs of breath can be seen against the glass.

Tonight went way sideways. She saw everything now. The side of us that I didn't want her to know.

She must be terrified, disgusted.

"She's going to hate me." I mutter.

"She's no stranger to death." Shay said, "She will not hate you."

I knew what he meant. Ana told me she’d killed someone in self defense. A man that tried to break into her house and rob her. She was a wreck even just reliving the memory for me.

"This is different. We sought out and killed them. She took life in self defense."

He didn't respond then.

"She will understand that they were void," Maeve added in.

Easy for them to say.

I breath in, watching as darkness speeds by us. If she decides that she can't be with me...

The thought dies. I want to wake her up and apologize. Tell her that I'll do whatever she says to make it up to her.

Can this even be made up?

The thought scared me still. Air stuck in my throat; muscles balled up.

This wasn't a fight. It's not like I forgot her birthday. I killed someone in front of her.

"Just take it one step at a time," Shay said. "She either will understand or she won't. Either way she can't tear herself away from us."

I scoff and bang my head against the window. "You're really bad at giving comforting advice."

"I'm told the effort is what counts."

I look to Maeve, "Quit lying to the vampire. It does no one any good."

She laughs, "If he tries to create a support group I'll cut him down then."

"Whatever," I huff. We're almost to my place. Quiet falls around us. My building was in view.

"I'm hungry." She says, rubbing her stomach.

"Better clean those wounds before you think about cooking anything."

Her middle finger shoots up without her even looking back. "I wouldn't have had these problems if you'd have pulled your weight."

"Fuck off. You handled them fine. I had Ana to look after."

"We're all lucky Ronan wasn't at this camp. Or we'd all be in a shit load of trouble."

She was right about that. With Lewick’s intell, we were drawing closer and closer to Ronan, and, by God, I pray that Ana is far away when we catch him.

Shay slides to a stop in the front of my building. I inhale and glance at Ana. She's still fogging up the window. I reach to nudge her, "Ana?"

"Im up," she says, her voice cold.

My gut twists at the tone in her voice.

Without a word, she gets out. With her arms wrapped around her, she walks up to my door.

I pause beside Maeve's door, unsure of how to handle this.

"It's going to be okay. Just be patient. " Maeve encouraged me forward.

My bottom lip's pressed between my teeth. "Thanks."

Climbing up the stairs towards Ana was hard. Dread drug me down and my stomach only twisted harder as I neared my door. Ana didn't turn to look at me when I opened it.

I locked it behind us, turning to see Ana with her bags in hand. She flings the bedroom door open, slinging open the drawers full of her clothes.

"Ana." I brush her arm to stop her.

She yanks away from me. "Don't touch me!"

I flinch back, giving her space while she continues to throw her things in there.

My mind starts to spin. My fear was right. I hold my hands up in peace. "Ana please."

"No," she shakes her head furiously. "I can't do this right now."

"I told you you weren’t ready. I warned you."

Ana whirls around, her eyes red from held back tears. "You're right. I should have listened to you. But I didn't and now I have to live with the understanding that my girlfriend is a killer. That my friends are killers."

I wince at the animosity of her words. "They were bad guys." I tried to reason with her. "Apart of Ronan’s crew. They weren't good people and they probably killed people themselves."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?! Dog eat dog bullshit," She hisses.

I can feel her pushing me away, see the fear in the back of her eyes. Panic rises up and clouds my judgement.

"Yes!" My voice raises and frustration flushes my body. I make a wide gesture with my hands. "The whole world's a better place without assholes like that and with them gone it's just less man power Ronan has."

"A killer of bad men is still a killer." Ana stops, practically freezes solid as she stares at me. The look in her eye turns my blood cold. "Aspen, you slaughtered those men effortlessly."

Her voice rises to the point where she's yelling, "With a flick of your wrist you killed a man, and then even without your magic, you managed to slit the throat of another right before stabbing him through the temple."

My mouths frozen shut. I can't think of anything to say. What can make this better?

Nothing comes to my rescue.

"I saw the darkness that you own and it scares the shit out of me." Ana blinks like she's clearing the memory away. "I don't think I can do this anymore."

"Please, Ana! I'd never hurt you. You know that. You know me.��

"I don't know that anymore! I'm just now meeting this part of you!"

I step towards her. "An-"

She takes two steps back. Her arm extended to keep me at bay. "No. Don't come near me."

I stare at her hand. Hurt and angry, I snap out. "I told you. I fucking told you, but you were relentless! I tried to warn you because I knew you wouldn't understand."

"What is there to understand?!" Ana cries looking at me as if she wants to be able to.

She corrects herself, "How can I understand? How am I supposed to rationalize what I just saw? How am I supposed to live knowing that my girlfriend can kill with the same amount of effort it takes me to fold laundry?!"

Swept up in her own emotions, Ana takes a step closer to me. Her tearful eyes pin mine, and my heart breaks even further.

Her lip trembles as she chokes out her next thought. "How can I let you touch me with the exact same hands you used to kill that man? If you can tell me how I'm supposed to do that then I'll stay."

I bite down on my lip. I couldn't think of anything to make this any better. My hands twitched to wipe away her tears, brush her hair back behind her ears, but the knowledge that she'd flinch away holds me back.

Instead, frustration brought my hand through my own hair, trying to control the anger that rose to protect my hurt feelings.

"Exactly." Ana mutters, returning to throwing her clothes in her bags.

"I'm sorry," The words are ripped out of my chest in a plea. "Ana, I'm sorry. Let me make this up to you? I'll do anything. Don’t do this. Please."

She snaps up at me, "This isn't something you can just make up! I can't just forget this. Don't you understand that?"

"No! I don't understand that. Just like you don't get why we had to do what we did."

"Murder is never necessary."

"Oh so what you did wasn't necessary?" The retort was out of my mouth before I knew it.

The air catches in my throat, turning solid.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"I can't believe you just said that." Ana gasps.

“I'm sorry." I rush out, "I didn't mean it. It just slipped out and I was trying to get you to understand that-"

Ana turns into the bathroom. "Just don't. Don't say another word. I'm leaving."

"Where will you go? It's dangerous out there and it's late. You can't leave." I say, watching as she shoves her shampoo and conditioner on top of all her clothes.

Ana zipped her bags with force, "Are you going to forcefully keep me here?"

I shake my head. "You know I would never do anything against your will."

"Then I'm leaving." Grabbing her bag, she heads for the door.

"Ana! At least let me escort you to wherever."

"Why? So all the other killers will know I'm already the victim of another fucking murderer?"

I stop. It's another stab. I can't fight with her anymore. "I can't see you get hurt."

"And I can't see you." Ana shoots back, her face a wobbly mask of disgust.

I retreat back into myself. Anger rises to stay, protecting the sensitive feelings that threaten to rip me apart.

"Then leave," I grit out through clenched teeth. "If I'm so disgusting and evil to you, leave. You'll see. The Otherworld is even worse than the human one and sooner or later your going to experience it first hand."

Ana swings the door open. With one foot already outside, she pauses. "I've already experienced it."

I don't get another word in. The slam of my front door signals the end of the night.

My mind tries to process everything. I stand in the middle of my living room, fuming and huffing as my eyes burn holes through the door. Foolish hope flickers through my head, thinking she'll come back. Hoping that I'll think of something to say so I can chase after her and try and convince her to stay.

Neither happen. Instead a tide of hurt and anger swallows me whole.

"Fuck!" I scream, over turning my coffee table. Things scatter and I fling off my shoes. My fingers brush against the sheaths of my blades.

I throw the one I used tonight, sinking it deep into a wooden beam in the kitchen.

Unbuckling the rest of them and letting them clang to the floor, I strip and head for the shower.

Tuning the knob to blast the hot water, I step in. Cold water takes my breath away, stinging against my skin, but I hold my body still, suppressing shivers as I think back to Ana's disgrace of me.

The water started to turn hot, continuing to heat up until it scalds my shoulders. I see the blood that stained my hands. It flakes off and runs down my tub, tinting the water pink.

Ana saw the blood. The hands of a killer.

I scrub my body vigorously, trying to feel clean. The fight left me writhing with emotion and I couldn't stop thinking about it.

I wanted to spit at the fact that I wasn't upset about the kills. I was upset at how Ana perceives me. She's disgusted of me, scared of me and whatever darkness she saw.

I hold my face under the water, closing my eyes to see the look on her face when I tried to touch her.

I bang my fist against the tile and shut off the shower.

Her words and the stupid things I said, replay in my head.

A numbness settles in my chest, amidst all the other emotions. Disgust for myself starts to color the void, and I let myself sit in it.

Maybe I deserve this. This pain and unhappiness for being such a bastard. This is my punishment for taking life like I have.

Slipping on a tank top, I find the booze in my kitchen and take it to bed with me.

The bottle replaces Ana.

I sneer at the cruel thought and take a swig, culling out the torturous feelings.

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Hi! Again I must say: I’m sorry for taking so long, things got complicated but now I have little bit of time…besides I’m wery picky with translations (as you would see in a moment). Anyway, I was very much excited for and while writing this, since I found myself to be very fond of Faith and her relationship with Tim (they’re the cutest) so I tried my best!

Ps: The title of “Refuge” doesn’t have that much relevance in this scenario, is just the title of the song I was listening to while writing this (I think it describes perfectly how Tim’s and Faith relationship might evolve); in case you listen to it but aren’t really familiar with spanish language, here it is subtitled! But there’s minor errors on the translation:

1. "Eres como el sol caliente y yo soy marte" wich means "You're like the warm sun and I'm like mars".

2. "Soy desordenado cuando quiero" the word quiero/querer in spanish can mean several things, normally indicating the yearning of something in a possesive (I want this to myself) or romantic (like: I love you)/aspirational (like: I want to become a writer) way (depends on context) so the most adecute in this case will be "I'm sloppy when I am in love" not "when I want" here is a little deffinition.

3. The most correct wording in "let me be, I'll help you" would be in fact: "Let me, I will help you".

Pairing: Faith O’Neal (@insideoflit OC) x Tim Drake

Summary: Faith is tormented by her past to the point of being unable to sleep and have an anxiety attack, so Tim helps her get through it.

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12:22 am

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1:18 am

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2:48 am

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3:04 am

Her head registered every digit drawn on the clock next to his bed, counting every time she woke up; but something within herself knew that I'd had been more than just 4. Her eyes weighed, but her mind did not stop, she kept thinking ... remembering and everything at the worst moment.

Maybe it had been 5 or at most 8 nights in a row without being able to sleep completely, but in fact, she really didn't remember the last time she had slept peacefully. Months or even years ago?

She only knew that the situation had gone from bad to worse ...

What she thought was a simple period of insomnia which would most likely disappear a week later, became part of his routine, which had stopped bothering her a long time ago: intrusive thoughts, impossible variations in hidden memories and unanswered questions that would often come and go and multiplied in the dead of night.

And yet this time it was different ... it was a living nightmare.

The intrusive thoughts had quickly escalated and evolved to such extent that they now resonated aggressively, scratching the walls of his head, digging through everything she wanted to forget and shouting at her so that she could feel it in the depths of his being.

An imaginary pain that threatened to break his little head.

In. That. Exact. Instant.

She felt his breath cut short at the thought of having to get used to all this, his chest full of emotions and an uncontrollable feeling of despair.

That's why she didn't think of anything other than running, rising abruptly from the bed, barely giving his brain time to process the situation; she ran, as fast as his legs allowed her, she didn't care at all if they were going to break… she just wanted to escape from all that and ignore that past she had unintentionally remembered.

The smell of petricor invading her senses causing a feeling of anguish, seeing those memories instantly regain strength and torturing her in such a ruthless way...

—Hey! Be careful!— her thoughts abruptly interrupted to the feeling of his body collide and almost fall to the ground, if not thanks to the arm clinging to her waist preventing her fall.

—Are you ok?—Tim's eyes invaded by an expression of genuine concern, trying to search the answer to her irrational behaviour.

She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't even realize the moment she reached the garden and much less had noticed Tim standing in the middle of it…like some creepy scarecrow or something…

—I ...— His mind still not quite at the moment allowed for her words to float in the air in a sloppy way.

Tim looked at the girl carefully, trying to decipher what had put her in that state: her hair slightly disheveled by the gentle flushing of the wind, a cold sweat running down her forehead, eyes flushed, her pajamas had gotten a little dirty due to his small race in the humidity of the night and his bare feet hugging the muddy floor.

—Come, you're going to get sick like this!— He reproached her gently trying not to overwhelm her as much as possible and guiding her back inside.

The living-room of the mansion was empty, wrapped in the cozy sound of silence; indicating the absence of most of its inhabitants.

Tim told Faith to sit by pointing at the couch with a slight nod, which she obeyed.

—Wait here—he ordered again, before disappearing down the hall that led to one of the many bathrooms and returning moments later with a pair of clean towels, leaving one of them over her head, with a small mischievous smile.

—Don't run like that, Faith, you could have slipped and gotten hurt…—He said kneeling in front of her, his hands on the towel shaking it slightly in an attempt to help her dry.

His calm voice hiding the reality of his restlessness. She knew…knew she had worried him ... And that look only confirmed it, she had already seen it many times, maybe more than she should; but it was something she could not avoid and that frustrated her greatly.

But Tim was always characterized by being perceptive and soon noticed the expression of guilt on Faith's face.

—Hey ... It’s ok—The Boy reassured by staring at her, still smiling, because he wanted her to really feel safe.

Tim knew that Faith had trouble sleeping, he knew perfectly the symptoms of insomnia: he had noticed the lights of her room stay on until dawn, dark circles highlighting her beautiful big eyes, her clumsy movements during the day, lack of concentration and had even once heard Bruce scolding her because of her teacher's multiple complaints accusing her of sleeping in class.

But she would never admit it… she "didn't want to be a bother"

Tim allowed himself to caress Faith's cheek, gently and delicately as if she were some kind of porcelain doll about to break.

—Do you want to talk about it?

Faith thought briefly before her eyes began to fill with tears that threatened to slip away.

—No, not really ...— A glimmer of guilt was noticeable in her response.

—It’s Okay. Don't feel like you have to—followed by those words, Tim felt the need to hug her; his arms carefully surrounded Faith's small figure.

—Just know I'm always going to be here for you — his chin resting slightly on her head partially covered by the towel.

The tears that she had forced herself to hide, began to escape silently with an air of cynicism.

—Dammit— she cursed under her breath.

Noticing this, he quickly bent down again to wipe away her tears with his hands.

Faith was a strong, but stubborn person, many times denying herself the idea of asking for help and this was no exception; she didn't want Tim to see her that way, in her most vulnerable state; but she also didn't want to leave, despite all the crying, she found Tim's company very much comforting.

So… she stood there, allowing herself to be vulnerable in front of other people for once in a really long time.

After a few minutes (maybe even more) when she had no more tears left, Tim spoke again.

—It's getting late, you should be asleep and unless Riddler is entertaining the bat, Bruce will be here at any minute and I don't want him to scold you for staying up so late, you have class tomorrow, right?

Faith nodded, releasing a small chuckle upon hearing Drake's motherly but bossy tone.

—Whatever you say, mom — emphasizing the word "mom" on a goofy manner.

He rolled the eyes pretending to be offended but without making the least of attempts to hide his own amusement.

—Go to your room, dummy!—

She raised her hands as if she were being arrested before turning around and running upstairs followed by Tim, who was also heading to his room. However, something stopped her once she was standing in front of the door of her own room.

She didn't want to be alone ... at least not for tonight ...

A small knock on Tim's door caught his attention off of his monitors, at first he thought it was Alfred about to scold him like every other night for not sleeping or Damian who had arrived from patrol early and couldn't find Titus favorite chewing toy.

But no… there in the door frame stood Faith with a pillow under her arm and a slightly shy smile.

—You're supposed to be asleep.

—Right back at ya — she replayed quickly.

—I’m not the one who has to save his grades on algebra tomorrow, Faith—he said, reminding her of his test in the morning.

—Yeah, well… truth is… I can't sleep…

Her voice barely even believing herself.

—Can I… can I stay here? —Tim flushed wildly almost at the exact moment he heard those words come out of her mouth.

—I… Um. Yeah Yeah, sure — tripping on his own words he stepped clumsily into the side in order to let her in.

Tim's room was both a mess and incredibly clean… his desk was the messy part, probably because he spend a lot of his time glued to his computer to the point Alfred sometimes had to brake in and almost drag him outside to eat like a normal human being instead of just feeding off of energy bars and coffee.

In comparison was the side of the bead, it was so clean. Everything looked almost brand new, since he barely slept and when he did it was just very quick naps before patrol.

—Make yourself comfortable— he signaled the bed before putting back on his headphones and to whatever he was doing.

—Aren't you going to sleep?— Faith asked as she settled between the sheets.

Tim was silent for a moment, trying to find an answer.

—Well ... maybe just for a little while…—

He finally spoke before joining Faith, keeping a adequate distance, which Faith quickly ignored by hugging him unexpectedly, burying his face in the boy's chest.

—Good night, Tim.—

Tim thanked the lights were off, otherwise Faith would have seen his face as red as a tomato. The girl's touch was comforting and warm so he didn't think twice before reciprocating the hug and planting a small kiss on her head.

—Good night, Faith.

#Tim Drake x OC #Tim Drake #red robin #Faith O'Neal #guardian angel #dc #dc comics #tim drake imagine #OC #timothee chalamet #monica ollander

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