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monsterenergysimp · 4 years ago

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corpse husband x fem!reader

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

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read part 2 here!

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

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You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats super cool actually

i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

[link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

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You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband imagines #corpse husband x y/n #youtubers #caffeinated ramblings

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sabinanotfound · 4 years ago

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To Wilbur Soot. Sincerely, y/n. - PROLOGUE

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x fem!reader

Warinings: none

- (please not that this is just for fun and I don't mean to shame or make fun of anyone mentioned here)

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chapter 1

“Hello chat! How are we doing? Good, good.” He said, reading the chat. Donos appear on his screen once in a while during his greeting. He takes a sip from his water bottle before beginning to tell chat about the stream.

“So you have two hours to make me laugh. If I laugh the stream ends. If I don’t, I win.” The activity in the chat speeds up, indicating that more people joined the stream. Wilbur comments on a few donos and the first video appears on his stream. It’s an old vine, and he’s probably seen it before.

“Come on chat! I know you can do better! This is older than my grandma!” He jokes, a challenging smile appearing on his lips. Another video pops up, this time being successful on making Wilbur lightly smile, but not laugh. This continiues for a while, some of the videos making him smile, and some, frown and tell chat that they can do better.

Finally, a funny video makes him lightly chuckle, which he tries to cover up, but the chat is already pointing it out.

“C’mon chat! That was nothing!” When the chat proceesds to protest, he frowns.

“Fine,” he says, rolling his eyes. “You convined me. Y’all really have the vision of an eagle.” He says, his mocking frown turning into a wholesome smile.

“Then I guess I have to finish the stream, you know the rules!” He says, an amused grin on his light pink lips. The chat is sad that he has to finish so soon, but in the end, they were to ones to point out his laugh.

Wilbur knows that, and nothing can amuse him more.

“Goodbye, see you on the next stream, chat!” He says, reading a few donos that viewers managed to squeeze in before he finished the stream.

Finally, the stream ends, and he leans back in his chair. He has been editing videos like crazy in the past few days, and he is tired. As much as he loves streaming and seeing all the positive comments and donos, he is glad that the stream ended earlier than he thought. Maybe he could sleep for a little bit before he has to go back to editing.

y/n leans back in her chair. Countless assignments and other tasks she had to do for school had been very tiring lately. Each day she got closer to exam week, she got less and less sleep, finishing with studying only towards the middle of the night.

The only thing that calmed her when she is in a bad mood is watching streams on Twitch, but lately, she wasn’t even able to have time to check her social media or just relax without having to worry about any upcoming projects or presentations.

She sighs. Leaving her computer aside, she rises from her chair and makes her way to the kitchen. Her tiny apartment was silent, the only sound being her footsteps on the floor that had a thin layer of dust.

Shit. I should vacuum. Glancing at the clock in the living room, she sees that it is almost past midnight. If she vacuumed, her neighbors would be pissed. The thought makes her laugh for some reason. She opens her fridge. The light coming from it makes her squint; her eyes had been hurting a lot recently, but she doesn’t have to think long to find the reason.

The only thing in her fridge is a little bit of leftover chicken and apple juice. She isn’t hungry; she’s rather thirsty, so she grabs the carton of juice. It’s cold and the minute it touches her hand she is awoken from her sleepy state. She opens a cupboard and takes a glass out, pouring the drink in it.

She puts the carton of juice back in its place before grabbing the almost-full glass and sitting on her couch. She doesn’t bother turning on the light, she’d much rather sit in the dark after studying and tiring her eyes for long hours. She brings up the round glass to her lips and takes a sip from the sweet liquid. Her dry throat burns; the juice is too cold and she’s drinking it too fast after being dehydrated for so long.

y/n is tired. She knows that she’s overworking herself, but is there an other way to achieving success? She doesn’t think so. She leans her head back and takes in the peace of the relaxing moment. She would’ve fallen asleep- well, if it wasn’t for the loud notification coming from her phone. She groans, and stands up. She doesn’t want to drink her juice anymore- the peaceful moment is gone.

Might as well look who the evil person ruining my moment is, she thinks. It’s just an email- a schedule of the next week’s classes.

A dissapointed sigh leaves her lips but as she locks her phone she sees a notification from Twitch: Wilbur Soot is live! Hmph. Weird. She doesn’t watch his streams, although she has heard of the streamer before and knows that his streams are mostly associated with Minecraft.

Why not? It’s been literal ages since I’ve logged on Twitch. She clickes the notification and it takes her to the app. The stream was two days ago. y/n becomes curious all of a sudden. On the screen she sees a boy with soft brown hair. It’s curly. He has glasses and a smile. A smile that for some reason warms her heart. It’s genuine. She starts watching the video carelessly, she wouldn’t come back to his streams anyway, right?

Oh no sweetie. Wrong.

series taglist: @m1lkmandan (please send an ask to be added or removed from the taglist!)

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ashura-writes · 3 years ago

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About Me!

Learn all there is to know about me!

(as of currently)

My name is Ashura! I also go by Ash or Lunar, so take your pick! Any new nicknames are welcome as well.

I'm 18 years old.

I go by any pronouns, so again, take your pick!

I enjoy reading and writing grammatically correct fanficitions, as well as drawing!

Currently I'm really into the Dream SMP, so most (if not all) of my fics that I share here will be about that.

Boundaries!

Probably the most important thing here! I don't have many, but I ask that you respect them nonetheless!

I will not write for things that I do not have the best understanding of, or things that I am not properly educated on. My worst fear is to portray something wrong and potentially harming or misinformation others with my stories. Please ask if you have a specific request, and I will let you know if I am comfortable with writing for that topic.

I will not write sexually explicit/NSFW stories for ANY characters. Not only is it most likely out of the comfort zones for many of the content creators to have their characters sexualized, I can personally only see these characters interacting with the Reader in friendly lights. Please do not ask for any NSFW.

SFW/Fluff/Feel-good things are completely okay! My intent is to write these characters as if they have a really close friendship with the Reader, which can include cuddles, hand-holding, and general cute things. Flirting is alright as well! This is mostly inspired by my own IRL friendships.

On the topic of flirting, I am okay with SOME romantic things. Romantic and sexual are completely different things, after all, and my expertise in romance is probably my only defining quality haha! I am okay with writing about romantic relationships between the Reader and some characters of the SMP, NOT including minors. All minor relationships are STRICTLY platonic. Do not ask for romantic relationships with minors. I will not answer. If you wish to see a story about a romantic relationship between the Reader and an adult SMP character, just ask!

As for personal boundaries, I don't have many! I'm fine with a lot of things, including cursing/swearing. The only thing I will not tolerate towards me or anyone is derogatory remarks. If you don't like something, move on.

And because I can't think of anything else to add, let's move on to questions you probably don't have!

Q.《Why did you start this blog?》

A. As mentioned above, I really enjoy writing fanfictions. They are one of my escapes from the real world, as is the Dream SMP! I started reading some fics, headcannons, and imagines here and really enjoyed it! I thought, "Why not do the same? Share your stories with like-minded people," so I did!

One of my biggest inspirations for starting this blog was the fact that there was so little fanfics for the DSMP, at least in the friendship department. I aim to write stories that center around the characters of the SMP, their friendships and hardships, and to put the story in words that the members otherwise cannot express.

Q.《What will your stories be about?》

A. The Dream SMP, and all characters included! Most, if not all of the stories I write will be 'Reader Insert's, or 'x Reader's. This totally does not stem from my desire to be friends with everyone aha nope haha definitely not-

All stories will be about the characters that the streamers portray, NOT the content creators themselves. I personally feel a bit awkward writing for real people. I may try and change things up one day, but today is not that day!

Q.《How did you get into the Dream SMP?》

A. I got into the Dream SMP a few months ago after coming across many videos and posts talking about it, and began my journey by watching Wilbur Soot's videos and the story of the rise and fall of L'manburg. Ever since, I've been hooked, and I've come to really enjoy and look forward to new streams and videos!

Q.《Will your stories be inclusive? (Gender Identity, Sexuality, Race, etc.)》

A. Absolutely! None of my stories will leave anyone out, and I will strive to accurately portray anything and everything! The Reader in my stories will never have their gender, sexuality, or appearance explicitly stated, either in walls of text or in dialogue. To make everything the most inclusive, I will be using they/them pronouns when characters refer to the Reader. I tend to avoid the use of 'insert points', as I will call them, or things like 'Y/n', 'e/c', or 'h/c' to name a few. If necessary, I will use '(Name)' for the Reader, but otherwise dodge the use of other insert points unless it is useful to the story or needs to be explicitly mentioned.

Q.《Will you write for certain things if asked?》

A. Yes, I will, as long as none of it goes out of my boundaries!

Q.《How much knowledge of Dream SMP Lore do you have?》

A. Honestly, not much. I have gotten as far as Doomsday and Dream's imprisonment, but that is about it! Not to mention, all of my knowledge comes purely from Tubbo, Ranboo, Wilbur and Tommy's streams. I don't know much about Technoblade or Philza's lore as of this moment, or any one else's, but I plan to learn! Any requests that deal with these characters lore, I will do my best. Please don't be afraid to let me know if I mess something up! Help is always welcome.

Q.《Do you have other stories not on Tumblr that I can read?》

A. That I do! I have a story up on Archive Of Our Own under the title "Hearteater"! It is an Demon Slayer OC insert featuring my character Higurashi Shion! I am very proud of it, and I think you should check it out. Look for the user 'LunarPenguinChan' to find the story!

Q.《Is there any other social media I can contact you on?》

A. Yep! Discord, at Ashura#4903, or Twitter under the handle @ashura_penguin!

More to be added as I go! Please check back here frequently for updates. I really look forward to meeting and making friends with everyone! Don't be afraid to send me a DM or ask/request anything! I'm fired up and ready to show off my horrible writing skills! :D

#dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #myct x reader

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queen-scribbles · 4 years ago

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Plenty Special

Happy birthday to my darling AJ, who managed to squeeze both bff time and boyfriend time into one fic, which is frankly impressive. :D

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Abigail had never been one to make a fuss about her birthday.

Her mother usually sent her a gift--aside from the few years, by some miracle, she was able to actually visit--and Tina would leave something little yet fun and thoughtful on her desk, but that was more than enough for her. The day was spent almost-normal, then ending in curled up with a good book. She’d never felt the need to make a big deal out of it.

Felix, apparently, felt differently, if the dozen odd balloons(and the streamers) decorating the Warehouse living room were any indication.

“I hear it’s your birthday,” he grinned in answer to Abigail’s clearly gobsmacked expression when the sight registered.

“You hear correctly,” she said slowly. Her gaze traveled around the room, taking in the decorations. “But when... how... I thought we were just hangin’ out.”

“We can, if that’s what you want,” Felix said. He sprawled across a couch. “You’re the birthday girl, AJ. How come you didn’t mention that when we were setting this up?”

She shrugged. “It’s just never been particularly... different day for me. I’m too much a fan of quiet, an’ especially with Mum away so much for work; we never celebrated with big parties.”

“Fair enough,” Felix laughed.

“This year I have th’ day off an’ get to spend it as I please, that’s plenty for me.”

“And you chose to spend it with me?” He grinned. “I’m honoured.”

“You’re fun company, yeah?” Abigail said, dropping onto the couch next to him. “An’ it’s been too long since we got to spend time together.”

“Gotta admit, I’m a little surprised you aren’t spendin’ it with Natey,” Felix said. He waggled his eyebrows as he nudged her in the ribs.

Wish I could. She swallowed back the knee-jerk thought and played with a lock of hair. “He an’ Adam were needed for a mission, an’ I’d made plans with you. B’fore I knew he was gonna be busy,” she added hastily, realizing that almost made it sound like Felix was her second choice

But Felix appeared to have not even noticed. “Oh, that’s why he was so grumpy this morning. Y’know, by Nate-standards,” he amended with a grin when Abigail cocked a disbelieving brow. “He usually loves all the diplomatic stuff, and seemed kind of... meh about this one.” His grin widened. “He’s moping ‘cause he won’t get to see you, that’s adorable.”

“We might see each other,” Abigail protested. “Way I understand it, whatever they’re doin’ shouldn’t take even a whole day. ‘Less something goes wrong they should be back by evenin’ at latest. B’sides,” she shrugged, “Nate an’ I spent th’ day together for his birthday not two weeks ago, and it would just be more of th’ same.”

“You say that like it’s something neither of you would enjoy,” Felix said with a smirk.

Abigail opened her mouth, shut it, and then replied, “Readin’s always grand, yeah? But a few minutes with him’ll be fine for today. I want to spend it with you. Even if Nate wasn’t busy.”

“AJ.” Felix rested his chin in his palm and grinned at her like a darned Cheshire cat. “I can tell you’re lying. Not about hanging out with me--I mean, cmon, who wouldn’t wanna do that?--but you’re really hoping they get back in time for you to have a decent visit with Nate.”

“That would be nice,” Abigail conceded, since he could tell anyway. “But really, any time I get t’ see him will be plenty special. An’ so will the time I’m spendin’ with you.” She tapped the string of one colorful balloon. “This was sweet of ya, by the way. Didja have anything in mind for us hangin’ out?”

“There’s a couple movies I wanted to watch no one’s else is really interested in.” He pulled off his hat and tossed it in the air. “Nate’ll watch ‘em with me if I nag, but I’d rather do it with someone who’ll have fun. But if it’s not something you wanna do....”

“What movies?” Abigail asked, gathering her hair back in a bun.

Felix yanked his hat back on, eyes bright with hope, and jumped up to retrieve the movies in question.

“Oh, I love that one,” she grinned, recognizing one case before he’d made it back across the room. “Never watched the other one m’self, but I’ve heard good things.”

He grinned back, bouncing a little. “Sooo? I mean, it’s your birthday, if you’d rather do something else we can.”

Abigail gave a soft laugh. “Nah, we can watch these. It’ll be fun.”

“Great!” Felix whooped, and plunked back down on the couch with enough enthusiasm it made her bounce a little. “Which one first? I’m guessing you want the on you know you love?”

She shook her head. “Let’s start with the new one, yeah? Save the best for last?”

“Whatever you say, birthday girl,” he winked and popped open the movie’s case. “You’re patienter than I’d be.”

“Makin’ up words again, are ya?” Abigail teased as she leaned over to start unlacing her boots.

“When I need to,” Felix grinned, rolling with the gentle needling. “And you know what a movie needs?” He flashed across the room to get the first one started, reached behind a nearby chair before darting back over. “Popcorn!”

More specifically, chocolate-drizzled popcorn, Abigail noted with a smile as she took the bowl he handed her. Better’n birthday cake. “Well, you certainly know how to make a birthday special.”

Felix arched a brow even as he scrambled for the remote. “That’s all it takes?”

She shrugged. “Toldja I don’t usually do much.”

“That’s why you need a friend like me,” he said brightly, settling back next to her with his own bowl of popcorn in one hand and the remote in the other.

“Are you gonna be able t’ sit still if ya eat that?” Abigail laughed as she eyed the lavish ribbons of chocolate dripping over his popcorn.

“No, but c’mon, AJ.” Felix bumped his shoulder to hers and grinned. “I don’t sit still anyway.”

She laughed again, almost choking on a mouthful of popcorn. “True. Do ya talk durin’ movies, too?”

“Yeah.” He wrinkled his nose but didn’t sound terribly sheepish as he hit play. He kicked off his shoes and braced rainbow-stripe clad feet against the coffee table, flashing her a grin. “Good luck getting me to stop.”

“Felix, I’d never try t’ make you stop talkin’.” She giggled. “For one thing, I know it’s impossible, yeah? For another...” she bit her lip. “I do it, too. Sometimes.”

“Commentate movies?” His grin widened when she nodded. “I knew there was a reason I liked you, buddy.”

Abigail grinned back and bumped her shoulder to his before they settled in to watch the movie.

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By the end of their mini-marathon, she was already prepared to label this one of the better birthdays she’d had. It was so much more fun to do movie commentary with someone, and the popcorn was delicious, and Felix was delightful company. She was having so much fun she almost forgot to eat lunch. And it was impressive Felix managed to sit mostly-still through most of her favorite parts in the second movie.

“That was fun,” he announced as he clicked off the scrolling movie credits.

“Yeah, it was,” she said, slouching even more comfortably in her sideways perch against the couch arm. “A very good birthday. Thank you, Felix.”

“Unless you gotta leave, it’s not done yet,” he pointed out. “We can hang out more.”

“I don’t, not yet.” Abigail shook her head and stretched. “Tina asked if I wanted to go for drinks after her shift’s done, but the time for that’s up in the air. If we do it at all. I can stay longer.”

Which also increased her odds of at least crossing paths with Nate today, a fact Felix’s grin said he knew.

“I’m completely unoffended and ready to be your excuse for hanging around all day if you need it,” he winked.

Abigail blushed and reached to twirl her hair.but couldn’t find any loose bits and tugged at her ear instead. “No, I wanna hang out with you, I’m not just-”

“AJ, I’m teasing,” he cut her off with a laugh.

“Oh.” Her face warmed even more, heat spreading to her ears. “Good. I-I know I’m a bit....”

“Besotted? Smitten?” Felix filled in for her, grinning. “It’s okay, he is, too.”

Abigail bit her lip in a futile effort to hold back her smile.

“Oh! I almost forgot, i got you a present!” Felix twisted around to dig down between the cushion and arm of the couch.

“You didn’t have to-”

“AJ.” He tugged free a small orange and yellow wrapped gift. “It’s what friends do. You gave me something.”

She didn’t argue the point any further, mostly because he seemed so excited about giving her something, just took the present with laugh and started working the tape loose until she could unwrap it. Another, louder laugh bubble up when she saw the contents. “Felix, I love them!”

The socks were a soft, minty green and patterned with ladybugs. There was a second pair underneath, light purple with honeybees. Both were adorable and looked very comfortable.

“Hey, I’m just glad to have a friend I can give this sort of thing and they actually appreciate it instead of, y’know, threatening violence,” Felix joked, but the glint in his amber eyes showed how proud he was of himself.

“Oh, yeah, they’re grand,” Abigail smiled. She immediately swapped out the plain blue socks she was wearing for the ladybugs, then tucked the honeybees and discarded pair in her jacket pocket so she wouldn’t forget them when she left. “Thanks a bunch.”

“Welcome.” He turned back to his original position and rested his feet on the coffee table again.

“You know you’re in for it if Nate catches you doin’ that, yeah?” she laughed.

“The operative part of that being Nate catching me,” Felix grinned, wiggling his toes.

“Oh, is it now?” a very familiar--mildly exasperated--voice asked from behind them.

Felix twisted around and flashed a cheesy grin. “Hey, Nate. AJ was hoping you’d be back soon.”

And with that, he vaulted the back of the couch and zipped from the room. Nate, for all his exasperation, didn’t try to stop him.

He did shake his head even as he smiled at her. “He is...”

“Incorrigible?” Abigail supplied as she pushed to her feet and skirted around the couch.

Nate laughed, running a hand through his hair. “That is an excellent word for it, yes.”

“He’s also right; I was really hopin’ you’d be back b’fore I had t’ leave.”

“Well, here I am,” he smiled, and she didn’t try to quell the butterflies in her chest as he stepped into the room to meet her for a hug. “Happy birthday, Abigail,” he murmured into her hair, before kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for more of it.”

“S’alright, Felix made it plenty special so far,” Abigail said, hugging a little tighter before she loosened her grip to look up at him. “How’d it go?”

“Oh, fine.” Nate traced his thumb along her jaw. “Nothing extraordinary, and no complications.”

She huffed a laugh against his shirt. “There bein’ no complications is a little extraordinary for us, isn’t it?”

“Perhaps just a little,” he chuckled. “But I’m grateful for it.”

“Oh, yeah, won’t hear me complainin’,” Abigail said with a smile, pushing up on her toes in an unspoken request for a kiss.

One Nate was all too willing to grant. “Me, neither.”

They held the kiss until Abigail’s legs started to ache and she dropped back flat-footed. She’d never realized how much difference the extra inch her boots gave her made. It was still a good kiss, made even better by the way Nate followed for a moment when gravity forced her to pull away, clearly reluctant as she was for it to end.

Abigail let out a soft, happy hum as she tucked herself close beneath his chin. ”An absolutely grand birthday to me...”

Nate chuckled and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Content as you seem with how things stand, I do actually have a gift for you.”

“Gettin’ time with you is present enough.” She blushed at how cheesy it sounded and buried her face against his chest the second the words left her mouth, but that didn’t make them untrue

Nate .laughed. “A sentiment I appreciate more than you know.” His fingers brushed the back of her neck and a pleasant shiver rippled down her spine. “But this is something I very much want to give you.”

“Well, if you’re gonna insist..” Abigail teased. “Though I’ll warn ya, Felix gave me ladybug socks, so the bar is set pretty high, yeah?”

He kissed her forehead. “Consider me warned. It’s back in my room, I’ll go-”

“Oh, I’ll come with ya,” she said, slipping from their hug to lace her fingers with his. “I want all the time I can get.”

Nate nodded and squeezed her hand. “Fine with me. So what have you been doing today?”

She told him as they walked, and he smiled at her obvious enthusiasm for how she and Felix had passed the time. His smile widened slightly when she hesitated upon reaching the door to his room.

“You can come in, AJ. I’m not going to make you open your gift in the hall.” He tugged her hand gently so she’d follow. Which she did, even as the back of her neck and ears warmed. She’d not been in Nate’s room since the aftermath of the Trapper fight.

Once they were in the room, the door nudged half-closed behind them, Nate released her hand to cross to one of the closer bookshelves. Abigail moved to sit on the edge of the bed as he retrieved what he sought before joining her.

The box was not a large one, wrapped in plain(yet beautiful) dark blue paper and tied with a narrow brown ribbon. Real ribbon, not gift-wrapping ribbon. Abigail paused after freeing it and tied it around her bun before setting to work on the tape. The paper soon came away to reveal a sturdy, flat box. Inside that, a layer of soft tissue paper concealed and protected the actual gift. She set aside the lid and the wrapping paper, glanced up at Nate.

The faint smile curving his lips shone magnitudes brighter in his eyes and that intrigued her even more than all the layers she was working through. She bit her lip, looked back down, and gingerly moved the paper aside.

It registered first and immediately that it was books. Two small leather-bound volumes; one deep red, one rich brown. They were nice books. Probably old books, and that was enough to make her heart skip a beat. Another moment’s examination made it skip and stutter through several, and pulled a sharp, quiet gasp from her. The titles were in German, and she could only read the first word of each, but that was plenty for her to give a good guess.

She looked at Nate again, the words escaping quiet, breathless. “Are these...?”

“First editions,” he confirmed with a nod, the smile he’d been holding back breaking through in full force.

Abigail exhaled an unsteady breath, trembling fingers hovering over the books as if afraid to touch them, tracing the gold gilt letters of the word she knew in the air above the covers.

Heidi.

“This is...” Her voice broke, the lump in her throat too much to speak around.

“Your favorite. I know.” Nate leaned over and kissed her temple. “Happy birthday.”

Abigail let out a quiet(borderline hysterical) scoffing laugh, still staring at the books. “Nate...” She wasn’t even sure what to say. They were nearly pristine despite their age; thank you was woefully inadequate, I can’t would be ungrateful.

As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, Nate touched her arm so she’d look at him. “They were given to me... a very long time ago” --when they were new, she read in his eyes, even if he didn’t specify-- “and have sat on a shelf ever since. Knowing how much you love this story, I’d much rather you have them.”

“I... they must be worth a lot.” The words escaped in a whispered rush and she winced and bit her lip. “Sorry. You’re not s’pposed’ta know that about presents.”

Nate just smiled. “They are. But far less to me than doing something that makes you happy.”

That was when it was too much, her heart was too full, and Abigail (gently) pushed aside the books to whirl around and hug him, which quickly--and unsurprisingly--turned into a kiss.

She was fast enough to catch him off-guard, and Nate started to topple backwards at her fervor, but he caught himself on one elbow. The other hand curved against her jaw, fingers just catching her hair, as he returned the kiss. He was smiling into it, and Abigail wondered if her own was even bigger. Probably.

She pressed further into the kiss, her fingers curling in the hair at the nape of his neck, until her lungs ached and heart pounded, then pulled back just far enough to gasp a breath. “Thank you,” she murmured fervently, less than an inch between their lips.

Nate’s fingers dug deeper into her hair, threatening the integrity of her bun. “You’re welcome,” he managed, breathing ragged as her own, before tugging her in for another kiss.

Abigail sat back more completely when this one broke, glancing between Nate and the books with a huge grin on her face. Safe to say he outdid the ladybug socks, she thought, and couldn’t hold in a giggle.

“What?” Nate gave an amused smile and reached over to brush back hair tumbling free from her somewhat loosened bun.

“Just... not sure how today can get much better, yeah?” She caught his hand when he started to pull back and pressed a brief kiss to the base of his thumb before letting go.

He ran his fingers over the spot as he withdrew his hand. “We could go read for a while, if you’ve the time.”

“Always, for you,” Abigail said as she turned to carefully close the box and collect his gift. (She missed the surge of emotion laid bare across his face at her words.) “So, I stand corrected.”

“Well, then.” Nate pushed off the bed, straightening the duvet slightly before offering her his arm. “Shall we?”

She bit her lip, not trusting her voice, and nodded as she linked her arm through his. The other hugged his present close. “Y’know,” she began with exaggerated innocence as they walked, “this is a wonderful present, the best anyone’s ever given me, but...” A pause, lips quirking mischievously. “I don’t know German.”

Nate chuckled, catching the teasing note under the words. “I do,” he said, with a smile one could almost call smug.

“Well, you’ll just hafta help me with that, then, wontcha?” Abigail laughed.

Nate looked at her warmly, brown eyes dancing with mirth and affection in equal measure. “Abigail, it would be my pleasure.”

She grinned and leaned her head against his arm for the rest of the walk to the library. Today was definitely shaping up to be her best birthday ever. It wasn’t flashy or ostentatious or even what most would consider exciting, but it was plenty special for her.

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(AJ very deliberately does NOT look up what those books are worth, but I know from checking to get the cover colors right--between $1500-4000 each. Don’t tell her, she’ll faint)

#queens fic #the wayhaven chronicles #abigail jenings #nate sewell #felix hauville #aj/nate #otp: smiling always #aj & felix #twc

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jjba-arni-reblog · 4 years ago

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Games and chill

[The last raffle work for @triggs-jpg. This one is streamer/youtuber AU with multiple small stories of you and your group trying different games. Implied Kakyoin/reader relationship. I wrote for a variety of games I know and played myself.Thank you]

Pairing: Kakyoin/reader.

Time: wholesome AU(?), present times, ages not specified.

Words: ~ 3.1K

[Uno]

The idea to play Uno was going to be either a blessing or a curse. But it was an idea nonetheless and you and Noriaki asked Jotaro, Polnareff and even Dio if they want to participate in a video. Polnareff eagerly accepted the offer, asking if he needs anything to buy for the small ‘party’ you were to have. Jean even asked if he could bring Iggy to the party. Even if the dog wasn’t the friendliest one, he was sure eager to get free food from your group. He knew that you and Kakyoin would be the ones to spoil him. Jotaro was reluctant at first, not quiet used to being recorded but upon hearing that Dio himself accepted the offer, the man became interested in annoying Brando. Dio Brando himself accepted rather quickly, mostly to advertise himself as well as hopefully annoy Kujo.

And so your group placed different snacks on the big table, getting comfortable for the first round of Uno. The rules allowed to pretty much ‘spam’ anyone with cards, whether based on color or number. After eating all the cola flavoured gum since Polnareff forgot to hide it well enough, Iggy decided to sleep next to you, not quick eager to disturb the game today.

“Another 4” you said, choosing a card to place down, quickly starting to annoy Jotaro who was the one to receive it. You could only evilly chuckle as the man was so close to winning, only to lose his chance right away.

“And another” Kakyoin suddenly joined in, adding to the annoyance of Kujo.

“Okay, you can stop now” Jotaro said, hoping to not provoke any more actions from you two. At this point, he had 10 cards already. And before that he had 2 cards, hoping to win.

“And here is more” Pol put the nail in the coffin, laughing as more cards appeared in Jotaro’s ‘hand’

“What the fuck are you doing?” the latter spoke angrily as your group laughed.

“Winning, unlike you” Dio answered proudly while looking at his cards. He only had 2 left and the man was pretty confident.

As Dio was approaching victory rather quickly, he became more relaxed. Trying to get rid of the one of the two remaining cards, he was quickly shut down by Jotaro, whose hand represented a fan due to how many cards did he have. At least he would have fun this way.

“Un-“ Brando was about to say.

“I don’t think so, bitch” Jotaro cut him off as the blonde scoffed at him, getting two cards from the desk.

“We’ll see about that” Dio glanced at him, smirking a little at the clear contrast between them.

At the end, Polnareff won the match. Kujo was fine with that, as long as it wasn’t Dio it was alright.

“Okay, new game, new rules. Whoever will win will decide on the dinner” Kakyoin announced, getting comfortable near you. Polnareff went to get a drink, urging you four to play without him. Iggy, hearing the footsteps towards the kitchen, quickly woke up in hopes to get a treat from Jean.

“Also, check if the camera is recording” You told Jean, hearing the man mumble the answer. Jotaro was quick to glance at you, as if an unspoken plan appeared in your minds. You quickly nodded, understanding what the man had meant, silently agreeing with it.

“It’s recording” Jean notified the group, now sitting on the couch with his drink, watching over you four.

“Skip” you said, placing the card to annoy Dio who sat next to you. You felt Kakyoin nudge your shoulder, praising your actions and smiling widely.

Next was Jotaro’s turn. The man placed the same type of card, only in a different color, his face without emotions.

“Same” he simply said, not commenting on the surprised gasp that Kakyoin let out. He wasn’t expecting such betrayal from his friend.

“Again” you put another ‘skip’ card, making Dio growl irritated at another lost chance for him.

“Another” Jotaro continue, placing one more ‘skip’ card. At this point, Dio and Kakyoin started to worry about their chances of winning.

“Since when you two work together to be a pain in the ass?” Dio asked, glancing at you two. Noriaki could only nod, not quite on the same aggressive level as Brando.

“Since you announced the that the winner will decide what to eat” you answered, looking over your cards, hoping to win at the end.

“I am tired of cherries and wine for dinner” Kujo rolled his eyes as you chuckled at his typical straight forwardness.

“Hey” Kakyoin objected, then turning his eyes towards you “can’t believe I have been betrayed by you of all people” he said dramatically clutching his chest.

“Well, no mercy” you winked, getting comfortable, hoping to eat something different for once. As long as you and Jotaro worked together. Polnareff was equally as interested in the game, watching as the tension got stronger around you four. He was having fun, watching as you tried to outsmart each other. Iggy joined him, getting ready for another nap.

Somehow, you and Jotaro managed to win, gaining yourself a healthy meal for once. Kakyoin, still ordered himself a cherry desert, teasing you about not sharing. Another evening well-spent.

[Minecraft]

Playing something as relaxing and nostalgic has been on your mind for a while. It is nice to have a gaming series where you can just all relax and have fun. Minecraft was a nice start for that. Kakyoin himself was quite eager to delve back into the known game, messaging your group, asking if they want to play with you two. And so the group reunited once again.

Surprisingly, Dio knew how to play it. He reluctantly admitted to playing the game with Jonathan when he was younger, even if the primal reason for it was to purely annoy Joestar kid.

You had to explain Pol and Jotaro how to play, while Kakyoin was getting the first resources. Dio was complaining as usual. It took you five a while to get situated, choosing a nice and cosy place in the woods. Dio insisted on building a big mansion. By ‘insisted’ he meant that ‘someone should build it and he, Dio Brando, will decorate it with his fine and precise sense of style’. Kakyoin then told him that dirt house would accompany Brando just as well, earning couple of swears from the blonde.

As time went on, the five of you established a nice and somewhat big place, each one of you having your own rooms. Jean got himself a dog, after hearing that you could turn some animals into pets. Jotaro was enjoying the soundtrack, mostly killing mobs and travelling whenever he wished. Brando was pretty much useless after getting the mansion built, instead now focusing on the décor of the house, pretty much making it a banana house using bright colors. Overall, it was a nice experience for your group

One evening, while everyone was off, Dio was playing on the server. Suddenly he had a random idea to push Jean’s dog a little bit closer to the open fire. Not really expecting it to actually burn, Dio ended up killing the dog by pushing it into the fire.

“Damn, this feels awfully familiar…” Dio mumbled to himself, not quite sure what was it that made is so particularly familiar. After realizing what he has done, the blonde was quick to place a sign on the wall next to the open fire.

Killed your dog, lol - Dio xoxo

Later Jean destroyed his room, making Dio rage quit playing Minecraft for a week.

“Would you like to befriend a cat” You asked Dio next week, after he returned to the server. The man was facing the multiple cats scattered across the village.

“I am not a cat person” Brando answered, scoffing at your suggestion. Nothing unusual.

“You are nobody’s person to be fair” you rolled your eyes.

“Alright, go to hell” Dio replied, earning a snarky laugh from you. How typical of him.

“Okay, how do I make the cat my friend?” Polnareff suddenly asked, after hearing the delightful information from you. Hopefully, this pet will survive.

“There are also dolphins, turtles, coral reefs and tropical fishes by the way” Kakyoin mentioned to the group but most importantly to Jojo. He tried not to show any reaction.

“Whatever” Jotaro answered. However, you knew better.

After a couple of minutes, you heard Kujo speak again.

“So where are they?”

“Hey, Dio, I decorated your room a little, hope you will like it” Kakyoin casually mentioned, making you look at his screen. He winked, noticing the mischievous look you had. You were absolutely loving his idea.

“Don’t you dare pull off something or I will end you, Kakyoin” Dio said, not quite liking the tone he had. He decided to check it out later as he wasn’t playing for now.

Later when Dio arrived at his ‘mansion’, he opened the door, seeing a small flag on the wall together with a sign that said:

‘Don’t ever forget your origins’ - Kak

Seeing the flag, Dio found himself greatly annoyed. It was a flag of Scotland after all.

Brando was quick to open up Discord the type in ‘I am not from Scotland, you moron’, earning quite the reaction from the two of you. It was worth it.

Today, Brando seemed to be in a good mood, which made your group question what caused such effect on the usual annoyed Dio. But good Brando was the key to a good stream and communication. That is, until Jotaro noticed blonde being quite cocky.

“Hey, Dio” Jotaro’s tired voice called for the blonde as the group was in the voice chat. You and Kakyoin didn’t pay much attention to the conversation, instead checking if the recording program worked as well as the game.

“What?” the man answered, already feeling himself getting annoyed just from listening to Kujo’s voice

“You got mfat?” Jotaro asked emotionlessly as you and Kak suddenly stopped chatting. You knew where this was going, and you couldn’t get more excited.

“What?” Dio became more annoyed. Everyone else was suspiciously silent “What is mfat?” he asked, half-confused, half-tired of Jotaro’s shit.

“My fat dick in your mouth” the man answered, making the group burst into laughter.

“I can’t believe you felt for that, Brando” you said, laughing together with Noriaki.

“Fuck off, Kujo, go fuck yourself” Dio angrily answered, almost yelling.

[Hatoful boyfriend]

Today, you had something different planned. You were supposed to stream with Kakyoin for a while, however you decided to start a little bit earlier to try a new game. Today, you decided to stream a dating sim game. A bird dating game. Hatoful boyfriend. You checked if the equipment properly worked, then greeting the audience and introducing the plan for the next video. At first, you were amused and laughed everything off, joking about the dialogue lines and interactions as the chat noted the weird vibe the game was giving off. However, later, you felt yourself being immersed in the gameplay that Hatoful Boyfriend had to offer. The chat was as equally interested, commenting both ironically and unironically about the ‘hotness’ of each bird.

You were enjoying yourself, when you heard a door being open as the voice called for you.

“Did you see-” Kakyoin stopped in his tracks, noticing the equipment “Ah, shit, sorry” he was quick to apologize, then noticing your pc screen.

“What are you doing?” he approached you, looking at the screen with a puffy bird on it. He sat down next to you to fully absorb the image before him, baffled at the weird choice of a game.

“Well…” you chuckled, not even trying to explain yourself. You could the chat being as equally interested in Kakyoin’s reaction as you were.

“Am I not enough?” he suddenly dramatically asked, hiding his face behind a hand and striking the most bizarre and dramatic poses of them all while leaning back on the chair.

“Are you a bird?” you decided to tease Noriaki, raising an eyebrow at his question.

“No?” he was confused of what to say to this, chuckling confusedly.

“You just answered your own question” you simply answered, turning back to your lovely bird boyfriends, while Kakyoin stared at you for a couple of seconds.

“Wait a minute”

The chat was full of ‘F’s to show respect to the fallen soldier who lost against birds.

[Cuphead]

Your group was up for a challenge. You decided to try out Cuphead. Seeing the lovely artstyle and hoping that the game might spice up the recording/stream, you were eager to try it out. After multiple hours of practice, you felt yourself getting better at the game. Kakyoin was also catching up pretty quick, asking when weapons do you use for certain bosses.

“You can use parry to get it quicker” you explained to him.

“Ah, alright, got it” Noriaki smiled at you, hugging you closer as you two relaxed together. You still had couple of hours before the stream, so you decided to make the best out of it. While streaming was fun, occasional quiet hour was equally as important. You two simply lied down, talking about preparations and everything that came to mind. You felt him nuzzle your neck as he hugged you closer.

“Don’t fall asleep on me here, Nori” You brushed your hands through his soft locks.

“Then just wake me up before the stream” he half mumbled.

“Are you going to complain afterwards?”

“Yes, but I will wake up” Kakyoin answered back, chuckling a little.

After couple of minutes, you decided to speak. It seems like Kakyoin wasn’t going to sleep anyways.

“5 dollars on Dio rage quitting the game”

“10 if he will break something afterwards” Kakyoin answered back, excited by the idea of seeing someone get angry.

“Deal” you two shook hands while giggling. It was always fun to bet on stuff like that.

Dio wasn’t very good at the game, to say the least. The man didn’t have patience, always trying to rush forwards and eventually dying without reaching the end or killing the boss. Somehow he managed to beat the first world, proclaiming that he is getting ‘so much better’. The next boss he chose whoever, was getting on his nerves.

“Fuck this piece of shit clown” Dio growled, getting fed up with endless dying,

“That’s quite the self-love here” you answered back, hearing Polnareff and Kakyoin laugh.

“Shut up” Brando could only curse at you, replaying the level once again.

Jotaro being Jotaro, didn’t really get the excitement and panic over playing Cuphead, instead he was grumpy at the endless amounts of swears from dying.

“Why bother with the game if you lose so much anyway” he asked.

“That’s what games are for, Jotaro” You explained to him, not really wanting to waste your time to prove him wrong.

“Go try it yourself, Kujo” Kakyoin said “show us the results later” he teased the man, knowing that Kujo would eventually try the game.

“Will do” Jotaro answered, not bothering to continue watching

About two days later, you get a message in the group chat.

‘I broke my screen’ Kujo wrote. It was followed by multiple ‘lmao’s from you and Kakyoin, because of course he did.

‘You WHAT?’ came the message from Pol.

‘I broke it, alright, now stop asking’

After that, Kujo had to endure a week of teasing from your group, once again establishing himself as an ‘angsty’ man…together with Dio that is.

[Nekojishi]

“Hey, Nori, what are you doing there?” you asked, opening the door to see what he was up to.

“Ah, just playing a small novel game” Noriaki explained, hoping that you won’t be interested in further inspection of the said game. However, seeing the chat being exited you had your doubts. Deciding against prying and finding out for now, you left the man alone.

That was the part of the plan. As you waited for Kakyoin to go grab himself water, you quickly entered the room once again, greeting the audience and reading the text that was on the screen, so far it seemed like a normal game. The aspects of the talks were mostly about sacred placed, which made you slightly confused. That is, until you found one of the characters, just as Kakyoin returned with his drink.

“Hey, oh…” he stopped, standing still as you eyed the screen.

“Kakyoin” your tone was serious.

“Yes?”

“Why is there a buffed tiger?” you turned towards him, chuckling at the confused look he had. This wasn’t what you had expected.

“Well, first of all, guardian tiger” he corrected you out of nowhere, now approaching and sitting next to you “second, Lin Hu and third, I am trying to take his route and get the ending” Noriaki finished.

“So I guess you are a cat person, huh?” you asked, turning towards the tiger to take a good look once again.

“Well, certainly not a bird person” Kak commented back as you two laughed.

“Alright, you got me there. Go have fun with your tiger” you rolled your eyes a little, standing up to brush Kakyoin’s hair affectionately before taking your leave.

Seeing the chat enjoying the interaction you two had, Kakyoin couldn’t help but to note.

“Okay, I am not VERY into this game of course” he tried to find a small excuse for himself “but there is something about this guardian tiger…” He mumbled to himself, eyeing the buffed catman before him.

The chat quickly typed multiple Fs for your defeat against the buff tiger.

[Broforce]

Having the game named Broforce, you just had to engage in the whole ‘bro’ atmosphere to fully experience the game. So you and Kakyoin joined the voice channel, getting ready to play this indie game and checking the equipment. You decided to record this let’s play instead of streaming. Jotaro and Jean had other plans today and Dio was nowhere to be seen. You two decided to join the group voice channel, not really expecting anyone to appear. Rushing through the game, you didn’t notice that Dio joined the voice channel. Not until he asked you about the next stream. You two decided to joke a little to slightly annoy Brando.

“Bro, I got you” you said with a deep voice, killing the enemy that almost shot Kakyoin.

“Thank you, Bro” he answered back, mimicking your low voice.

“Bro, no problem”

“Appreciate it, bro”

“Can you shut the fuck up with your bro shit?” Dio suddenly spoke up, annoyed at the whole ‘bro’ act you two pulled off.

“Damn, chill bro” you said back, earning a chuckle from Kakyoin.

Dio could only growl, exiting the voice channel in hopes of not hearing any more of that. Not today.

#kakyoin x reader #jjba x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba #jojo x reader #jojo scenarios #jojo headcanons #jojo's bizarre adventure

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bush-viper-cutie · 4 years ago

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“Lupin, Black, Snape” || YEAR 3 – Ch.15 (HP au)

Chapter List

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Day posted: 8/28/2020

Word count: 3, 251

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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Heather made her way down to the great hall with everyone else from her common room. She turned a corner and spotted Ron and Hermione next to Harry, just up ahead. She ran over and joined them, searching their hands for any treats like they had promised.

“Oh, sorry! We left them in our common room. We’ll give you some later.”

All she could do was nod at Hermione and not let the disappointment get her down. “It’s ok. What are you guys talking about?”

Ron shook his head. “About how mad Lupin is. Harry told us he drank the potion.”

Heather glared at Harry. “It wasn’t poisoned!”

“Of course not.” Hermione lowered her voice. “He wouldn’t have done it in front of you two…”

Heather groaned.

They crossed the entrance hall and entered the great hall, admiring the decorations like every year. There were giant glittering pumpkins floating over their heads with candles lighting them from the inside. Bats swooped and fluttered above their heads, dodging the orange streamers hung all around.

Heather was too upset to sit next to Draco and Pansy, choosing instead to sit next to some fourth years down the middle of the table. She kept glancing at Harry who kept looking up at Professor Lupin throughout the meal, who was perfectly fine and happily enjoying the feast and talking to Professor Flitwick.

She wanted to ignore Harry and his rude assumptions, but when she caught sight of Professor Snape she saw him glancing over at Professor Lupin over and over again as he ate. Was he waiting for something? Checking on him? Professor Lupin had mentioned the potion was to help him feel better, but Professor Snape wasn’t the type to worry about someone’s health like that…

The feast ended with a performance of how the Bloody Baron and other ghosts died, finishing off with disappearing through tables and walls. Nearly headless Nick came back to hear the applause and Professor Dumbledore excused them to head back to their houses.

She caught up to Harry and rolled her eyes at the looks he was giving her.

“Explain why he kept looking over. Think he was that worried about Professor Lupin’s cold?” Harry crossed his arms as they left the entrance hall.

Heather sighed. “Maybe he actually DOES know him. Maybe they’re friends and he really is concerned for his friend’s wellbeing.”

Ron gave a breathy laugh. “Oh sure, as Snape’s known to do.”

Draco pushed through them and turned around as he walked across the corridor. “The dementors wanted me to tell you they send their love, Potter! They’re asking when you’ll visit!”

Several students around them laughed and Draco held his head up higher as he walked away with Crabbe and Goyle snickering behind him. Heather said goodnight to Ron, Harry, and Hermione and made her way across the castle and down the dungeon stairs and into her common room.

Her excuse for him was weak. She paced the back of the common room, trying to think of an explanation. Sure, he seemed scary and rude and hated most people at the school… But he was a professor… He wouldn’t risk going to Azkaban just for a position he wanted… Besides, wouldn’t he want to poison him after the year had ended, or at the very least first term? He’d still be in charge of teaching potions until Professor Dumbledore had the time to put out ads for potions professors…

She pulled out a random book from the giant towering book case in the back and looked up as the doors opened passed hours. It was none other than Professor Snape himself, looking very preoccupied with his thoughts. His eyes were distant and searching the floor as people gathered around him. His finger was curled and pressed to his lips as people waited for him to say something.

He finally looked up. “Everyone is to follow me to the great hall immediately. You have five minutes to change into your night clothes. Anyone left inside will serve six hours of detention in the potions classrooms with me, scrubbing the bottom of the seventh year cauldrons until they shine.”

He looked at everyone and a shiver ran through the crowd. Everyone left to change without another word. There was hushed whispered in every dorm and throughout the bathrooms about why they had to go to the great hall in their pajamas.

There was a lot of talk about trolls in the dungeons again, dementors checking their dorms, and of Sirius Black. Heather got dressed and went to get her potions guide and wand, tucking them away in her robe pockets. She didn’t really feel like walking around in JUST her pajamas and figured she’d use the robes as, well, robes.

She walked out into the common room and saw Professor Snape still standing where he had been, arms held behind his back as he stared down at the floor in thought. She looked at the line of ready Slytherins forming, all still whispering about what was happening.

She let her curiosity get the better of her and approached Professor Snape, being used to him constantly yelling at her and Harry already made asking him questions less daunting.

“Sir?”

His eyes flickered towards her but he said nothing.

She figured that meant he was listening and went on with the question. “Why are we heading to the great hall? Are we coming back after?”

He stood up straighter and scanned the large group of whispering students. He addressed them all. “The castle is to be searched – and all houses will be sleeping in the great hall tonight. That is all.”

He stared Heather down until she back up into the line. He turned and lead them out and up the main stairs that would spit them out next to the great hall. All the other houses were making their way inside, as confused as everyone else.

She wasn’t sure what she’d heard to make her remember, but a sudden pang of anxiety hit her like a monstrous wave. Was the castle being searched for the missing books? She had started reading the potions one early in the mornings and immediately realized why the Ministry had banned those books. They were very dangerous, especially in the hands of someone like Draco, who loved to talk about poisoning and hexing others who annoyed him… like muggle borns, muggles, and loud first years.

She stood with her house as Professor Dumbledore walked in, talking with several other teachers and sending them on their way with tasks.

He stood behind his podium and waited for everyone to quiet down as Mr. Filch shushed them all next to him. “I will be conducting a search of the castle along with your heads of houses and several other professors.” The large great hall doors closed and everyone jumped but Professor Dumbledore kept going. “For everyone’s safety, you will all be sleeping here, where we can watch over you for the night. There will be teachers on both sides of the doors keeping guard, and any prefects and Head boys and girls who wish to stay up and look after their houses will receive house points. Any… disturbances should be reported immediately to your house ghosts, who will report back to us.”

The ghosts all looked very proud to be of use and looked down at them all with serious faces. Professor Dumbledore waved his wand and all the tables flew to the sides, stacking high, along with all the benches. In their place hundreds of puffy purple sleeping bags appeared on the floor.

Pansy gasped, “We’ll be sleeping on the floor in THOSE?”

Draco kicked one of them and shook his head, looking very disgusted.

“Sleep and have delightful dreams,” Professor Dumbledore said as he closed the doors behind him, leaving the great hall with Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

The second the doors closed everyone gathered around the Gryffindors as they excitedly told everyone what had happened. Heather, Ron, Harry, and Hermione had all picked sleeping bags in the back near Neville, Seamus, Dean, Fred, George, Lee, and Ginny.

Ron filled Heather in on what had happened. Sirius Black was in the castle and had destroyed the fat lady’s portrait in his attempt to break into the Gryffindor common room to kill Harry.

Heather gasped and looked at Harry. “No! But-but… How did he get passed the dementors? How could he have gotten in the castle? I can’t believe he really tried get in there and kill you!”

Harry looked as shaken up about it as her. “He must really be mad at me for defeating Voldemort…”

Ron jumped at the mention. “Obviously he’s figured out how to get passed the dementors… Are we really supposed to believe professors like Trelawney’ll keep us safe?”

Hermione shoved Ron’s shoulder. “Stop scaring them! Of course we’re safe here. Professor Dumbledore’s looking out for us. And the dementors aren’t very smart. They’re like angry dogs, really. The professor’s are much harder to get passed.”

Heather nodded and reached out for Harry’s hand. He squeezed back and kicked their sleeping bags closer to the high table where several teachers were pacing around. Everyone was being told to go to sleep so they got in their sleeping bags.

Hermione turned to them. “He’s not still in the castle, do you think?”

Ron made a motion under his sleeping bag. “If Dumbledore didn’t think so we’d be in our beds.”

Hermione shook her head. “No matter… It’ll all get sorted soon.”

Heather appreciated Hermione staying strong for them. It made her feel better, though she wasn’t sure it was enough to let her sleep peacefully. She turned around and listened to others whispering their ideas about how he had gotten in.

“He apparated in, how else?”

“But no one can apparate in… He came in disguised!”

“He didn’t just walk in – He flew!”

Heather felt someone shake her shoulder and turned to face Hermione.

“In ‘Hogwarts: a History’ it is stated very clearly that no one can just apparate in. And there are walls of spells that prevent anyone from entering by stealth. Not to mention that there are dementors EVERYWHERE who see through any disguise and even invisibility cloaks.” Hermione reassured her. “And Filch knows all the secret passages which are also probably sealed anyways.”

The lights went out and everything was dark, except for the twinkling sky above them and the slivery glow of the ghosts gliding above their heads, watching over them. Heather let out a sigh and moved closer to Hermione, feeling better after what she had said.

She could hear Percy shouting from across the great hall, shushing everyone. There was still a low whisper throughout the hall and Heather could only sleep for an hour or two at a time. Waking up every time the great hall doors opened and Percy ran up to the teachers, asking for updates.

Halfway through the night Professor Dumbledore walked back in, making his way to the high table. Percy ran over and asked if Sirius Black had been found.

“I believe he has left the castle. I’ve put up a replacement portrait and tomorrow morning everyone will have access to the tower again. I’ll have Mr. Filch restore the fat lady and she’ll be back in no time.”

“That’s marvelous, Sir.”

The door creaked open again and more footsteps drew near.

“Headmaster.” It was the deep voice of Professor Snape. “All the main floors are searched, with no sign of Black. Filch has rechecked the greenhouses and the dungeons.”

“And all the towers?”

“All rechecked. Still no signs.”

“Very good, Severus. It wouldn’t be like Sirius Black to linger.”

There was a pause.

“Have you any… theory… as to how he got in, Professor?” It seemed like Professor Snape was hinting at something.

“Many,” Professor Dumbledore dismissed his question. “All as unlikely as the last.”

She heard Harry’s sleeping bag jostle.

“And do you remember our conversation, Headmaster? Just before – ah – the beginning of term…” Professor Snape sounded more irritated now.

“I do. Severus.”

“It would appear to be… almost impossible… that anyone – let alone Black – could enter the castle without inside help.” He was almost angry now. “I believe I expressed my concerns when you appointed – ”

“There is not a single person in this castle that would aid Black in entering it.” His tone was deathly serious and ended with a clear indication their conversation was over. “I need to have a talk with the dementors. They wanted to know when the search is complete.”

Percy had still been there during their conversation and finally spoke up again. “Why didn’t the dementors help in the search?”

“So long as I remain Headmaster, no dementors will be crossing the threshold of this castle.”

Several footsteps retreated and the great hall doors creaked open and closed. Heather opened her eyes and turned to see Harry staring in their direction. She moved around and looked up at the high table Professor Snape took his seat lazily with crossed arms and furrowed brows.

The next several days the only thing anyone talked about was Sirius Black. Everyone was brainstorming how he managed to enter, coming up with wildly lunatic ideas, all involving him turning into some sort of plant, stone, or broom that had been brought in.

The only positive thing that had happened after Halloween was that they were now being guarded by most every teacher – and Percy – though Harry more than her. Everywhere they went they always found a teacher lurking not far behind, and Percy didn’t even try to hide it. He stood behind them proudly, with his chest held out for intimidation.

Heather felt much better walking around school, unlike Harry who seemed more and more annoyed as the days went on. As scared as he had been that night, the annoyance of always being watched was getting to him.

They were on their way to lunch one day when Professor McGonagall had called him into her office. They waited outside for him and within minutes he came out fuming and annoyed.

“I almost got banned from Quidditch practice!”

Ron gasped, “No! Why?”

“Because it’s out in the field at night. Now Madam Hooch’ll be looking over the practices.” Harry kicked at a bench angrily. “Have they all forgotten I’ve faced Voldemort three times?”

“Two times, Harry.” Heather rolled her eyes. “And so what? You’re safer now, and that’s all that matters. Not Quidditch.”

They made it into the great hall and Heather went to sit down next to Draco. She had taken a few bites of her food when Professor Snape made his way down to her on his way out.

He stopped just behind her and spoke. “My office after lunch is over.”

She swallowed her bite and watched him exit, robes billowing behind him like waves of solid black.

“What’ve you done now, Potter?” Draco laughed.

“Nothing…” She frowned and wondered what he wanted.

After lunch she made her way down to the dungeons and knocked on his office door. They opened and she pushed them, poking her head in and seeing someone else was there too, sitting across from Professor Snape.

She stepped in and sat down on the other chair and turned to see who else was there. It was Cassius, smirking with his legs crossed. He glanced at her and back at Professor Snape.

“Some teachers fear it may be too dangerous to be letting you practice out in the dark with only your team members,” Professor Snape grinned and looked at Cassius.

Heather moved to the edge of the chair. “So you’ll ask Madam Hooch to oversee practices? Like Professor McGonagall is doing for Harry?”

“Typical, Potter, expecting others to change their schedules around just to suit your needs?” He motioned to Cassius. “Warrington will be taking your place this year.”

“No!” Heather turned to look at Cassius who had on a smug face.

“I will gladly take over, Professor. That is,” he turned to Heather, “Until Black is caught of course. I wouldn’t want to remove you of your fairly earned spot on the team.”

“It’s not my fault Professor Lupin wanted to talk to you!” Heather gripped the arms of her chair, trying to hold back her anger. “I DID earn my spot!”

“Calm your tantrum!” Professor Snape growled. “And I don’t believe ever mentioning it was Lupin who needed to have a word with him that day.”

Heather gulped and Cassius chuckled under his breath.

“Warrington. You may go. I have another matter to discuss with Potter.”

Cassius stood and looked down at her triumphantly before leaving Professor Snape’s office.

She crossed her arms and refused to look at him, leaning back in her seat. She stared at the edge of the desk as if she could make it combust instantly.

“Professor McGonagall thinks it wise to inform you about Sirius Black.” Professor Snape interlaced his fingers and placed them on the desk. “He – ”

She didn’t want to hear anymore. “Yes. I know. He’s after us – or Harry – because he defeated Voldemort.”

He leaned back, shocked, at the mention of Voldemort’s name. “I see… And are you aware of why he is regarded as incredibly dangerous?”

Heather nodded. “He killed lots of muggles and a wizard on the day of his capture. We heard everything about him already from Mr. Weasley.”

Professor Snape frowned. “Snooping, no doubt.”

Her face went red and she looked away again.

“Very well. Then that is all. Should I – or Warrington – see you on that field, you will serve detention for the rest of the year in the potions classrooms, cleaning the floors and cauldrons during every break. Do I make myself clear?”

She nodded. “May I leave now – Sir?”

Professor Snape nodded and she stood. Making her way out and trying very hard not to slam the door behind her. She stormed into her common room and found Draco writing an essay before his next class in one of the back desks.

She walked up to him, arms still crossed. “Professor Snape took me off the team. Warrington’s taken my place.”

Draco leaned back. “But Flint – ”

“It doesn’t matter. He says it’s for my ‘safety’ but Harry gets Madam Hooch to oversee practice. He’s just getting back at me because he thinks I had something to do with Professor Lupin talking to Warrington!”

Draco thought a moment. “So get that fool to tell Professor Snape that. We’ve been practicing our old and new plays with you; if Warrington’s put in then he’d have to catch up which would slow us all down.”

Heather scoffed, “Is that all you care about? Getting slowed down?”

Draco thought some more and nodded, “Yeah. Either way we’re winning the Quidditch cup again.”

She twisted her mouth and rolled her eyes at him, taking a seat on a cushion by the bright green fire. Surprisingly he had a good idea. Surely Professor Lupin would help her by explaining to Professor Snape that she had nothing to do with that. If he could help her, then she’d make him her favorite teacher again. She smiled and picked up her bag, thinking about when the best time to talk to Professor Lupin was. She’d talk to him in his office and he’d be as glad to help her as he had been last time.

She smiled and left her common room.

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sorashiro001 · 4 years ago

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BlueShift's Stream from Other Side of The Screen

POV you are a bored Twitch streamer and decided to scroll through your recommendation stream page on Twitch.

A Freemanverse Casual-Competitive Gaming AU Oneshot.

You are bored. Not much of your favourite streamers were going live in Twitch and you need your daily entertainment. Sleeping is futile, so you decided to check on your recommendation list. One of the recommended streams caught your eyes immediately with their title.

Day 1 of attempting to stream peacefully (VetExpert asleep, STFU)

BlueShift (5k viewers)

You remembered BlueShift, he was one of the top 20 AWPer in CSGO and one of the top pro players in NA Region. He then retired from the game to become a streamer after getting benched and replaced by his old teammate but quickly getting another attention when he showed up again in the pro-league scene, this time in R6S. Many of his fans weren't happy with his decision to ditch his old stage, but it was a refreshing starting point for some of his older fans.

Another name in the title also one of the reasons the stream caught your eyes.

VetExpert? That name echoed through your memories, reopening some of them. You remembered how enthusiastic your gaming friends were when you asked them about that name. Apparently, the username belongs to a prodigy at FPS games, from the first Counter-Strike and Call of Duty franchise to their latest ones, pulling out one-tap shots and out-of-box strats. The man also rumoured to be a genius in his academic days, getting his PhD at a very young age in MIT, yet you're confused why he threw his potential away and turned into a pro player instead.

You quickly shook those thoughts out and clicked on the stream, oblivious to the chaos awaiting behind the screen.

"Dagnabit, their Ash is blind as hell." The familiar southern accented voice filled your ears as you watched the man, currently playing as Smoke, throwing his gas canisters to Bank Garage in Basement and watched as the yellow toxic gas filling up the area widely. Seconds later, Blue got three confirmed kills with his gas. "Poor whoever those two followin' that dumbass."

You could hear a crackling noise from the game's voice chat, this time it's from his squadmate; Hawkeye01.BMesa. "TOUCH THE FINAL TWO AND YOU ALL DEAD TO ME!!!"

Damn, he's one loudmouth fella-

And just like that, 4th round finally ended with the final two headshot kills and the game ended in Blue's team victory. You caught a glimpse of the last killcam and stared in awe as Hawk obliterated those last two attackers with Vigil's double-barrel BOSG shotgun in just two headshots. The voice chat erupted in cheers of disbelief or simply laughed along, while Blue chuckled in amusement and Hawk grunted in satisfaction. In the end, Hawk's Vigil stood up in the middle of his team victory screen as the MVP. Blue flashed the scoreboard, and you felt your jaw dropped.

Hawkeye01.BMesa got 17 kills and 0 death, followed by BlueShift.BMesa 3 kills and a single death.

This man got at least 2 aces in the match.

Holy shit, what kind of monster is Hawk-

Even before you finished your thought, a medium brunette-haired man barged into Blue's room and quickly threw himself into the streamer, knocking him out from the chair and let out a pained groan. The screen then shifted from the game's home screen to a full view of his room. The room's size isn't too big nor small, a Black Mesa esports jersey is hanged on the wall right behind him along with posters of his old CSGO team members and a single bed with a blue-orange sheet cover. On top of it, however, you could see another brunette, this time with short messy hair, was sleeping peacefully while wrapping his body in a puffy orange lambda-symbol blanket despite the chaos happening in there. A pair of black square-framed glasses sat on the nightstand beside the bed. You guessed he's VetExpert from the stream title alone.

"Ross, I'm still streamin' here-" His panicky voice was interrupted by the brunette man's oddly-familiar hysterical laughter. The brunette man stood up tall and fixed his glasses' position, looming over the southern streamer while smirking, full of his ego.

"Who cares?! I beat your highest kills!!!" The man cackled out loud, his rattail-tied brunette hair swayed as he grabbed a beanbag chair and threw it on him. "You fuckers finally witness my fucking pure fragging skills, unlike those cowards at last time major."

What does this man mean by- oh.

He's talking about those 17 kills.

He's that fucker Hawkeye01.

You quickly check the stream chat and witnessing a chaotic clash between two sides. There are the ones that spamming PogChamp and Popcorn emoji, and the others spamming random copypastas to "Ward off Ross' shitshow", while you and (maybe) a handful of people could only type "???" on it. There even Bits spams and multiple donation notifs with its TTS mostly consisting from "Ross get the fuck out, I'm playing Minecraft!" to "GORDOS YOUR BOYFRIEND GOT ATTACKED BY A FUCKING FIEND WAKE UP!"

...Wait, who's Gordos?

As if on cue, the short brunette haired man sat upright, rubbing his eyes while yawning widely, and effectively stop the current chaos somehow. Those two froze in their place, eyes staring at the short-haired brunette as he also staring back at them. The freshly-woke up Vet blinked twice before signing something, he points at them and formed his hand to make ASL fingerspelling of O and K with added confused expression. Both men went silent for a moment, then nodded in sync. It seemed to please the sleepy man because he went back to burying himself again inside his puffy blanket. The room went deadly silent, only sound of Blue's CPU fan could be heard.

You thought it was over, but you were wrong. Badly wrong.

From the background, you heard a loud fire alarm noise accompanied by panic screeching and angry screaming, sending both men scrambling out from the room. Between those muffled panic screams from outside the room, you saw another brunette, this time he's way bigger than other brunette men, busting down the door, grabbed Vet out from the bed with his blanket, then put him on his shoulder like a sack and ran out again. White-grayish smokes slowly seeping in through the door and filling the bedroom, successfully getting on your nerve. You quickly opened the chat again and found another two separate sides, this time in betting who's the one cooking and causing the fire (most of the name in the bets were either Dean and Antoine-whoever, you didn't know about them much) and some of them mentioned that they'd called the team's "Administrator" (or as the chat typed; @min. that's one strange username, you thought). As the smoke was getting thicker, you decided to spent your own Bits for the TTS to gain the chaotic chat's attention.

[privatepolar] is giving Bits x500: "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN PLEASE???"

The chat slowly sent fewer messages after that TTS message, saved for the bets and small amount of copypastas, but somehow it raised a red flag inside your brain.

What comes next almost short-circuited your brain cells.

[OwOGamer] is giving Bits x10: "Bet u r a newcomer to this stream. Don't worry dis 1 is milder."

WHAT DO THEY MEAN BY "MILDER"?! THIS ISN'T A SERIOUS THING FOR THEM???

[helpmeimdying] is giving Bits x50: "Yo should we tell them about how gordos obliterated ross with a crowbar?"

WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK?! ISN'T THAT SUPPOSED TO BE ILLEGAL??

[Ashe.R6] is giving Bits x100: "nah lets go with wayne chase tf out of dean for cussing in front of joshie (1/2)"

Oh, this one isn't sound too bad- wait why it's got split into two parts-

[Ashe.R6] is giving Bits x100: "then john tackled wayne to ground along w/ barney and antoine sandwiched them all (2/2)"

...You could feel your sanity slowly draining out the longer you listen to Bits TTS' robotic voice as if to mock you for being the only sane one here. You silently begging to whatever the ones that took your sanity away for a peaceful death.

The last thing you heard in the background was a sound of the fire department's siren as the stream came to a sudden stop.

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The next day, you subscribed to his Twitch channel.

Screw your sanity, you wanted to see more of the mayhem behind BlueShift's stream.

You lightly chuckled to yourself.

You've become the very thing you'd feared, and you don't regret it at all.

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marron121 · 4 years ago

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South Park Story ideas

Hello everyone.

To not waste much more time, this post will contain some ideas I had for AU’s and plots for South Park fanfics, that since I left the fandom I have basically left forgotten. Some if not all of these are pretty good, so I’m releasing them so if someone wants to create a story with these is allowed to do so. Here’s a link to a Google Drive folder.

There’s only one thing I’m asking, and is that you mention/tag me somewhere, because I’d love to see if one of these inspired someone.

Let’s get started (under the cut):

Bloodborne!AU

Due to the nature of this AU, the document may contain some triggering themes. Please read with caution. This is one of the two most complex ideas here, and the document shows that. There’s not only info of the game and a quick summary of the plot, but also ideas for the characters (like motivations), how the AU “started” and even an edited map.

AnoHana!AU

This one was left unfinished, BUT I tried to summarize the best I could how I wanted the story to go. Also, I think it’s good to add that since this ideas came to be from a Creek server, most if not all are based around Creek, like this one.

That doesn’t mean that you have to make them Creek though! If they inspire you to do something with this setting but other characters, that’s amazing! This should work as inspiration, not constraints.

Kings/Reincarnation/Craig of the Dead!AU

Due to the nature of this AU, the document may contain some triggering themes. Please read with caution.

This is the other complex idea for a fanfic, and that is because it combines 3 AU’s! Please read the description at the start of the Doc, since it has links to one of the AU’s.

This one was pretty complicated to summarize, but I think I did a good job. Since it was interesting I also added how the story was supossed to be published, with two fanfics being updated at the same time.

Fantasy!AU

This is the shortest one. Was basically an excuse to have Craig as a half dragon and for Tweek to find him naked. Written for a laugh but I also pointed out some of the ideas where the story could go.

Streamer!AU

I wanna point out this one was made by more than me, and it was mostly a joined effort in the Creek server! I had saved the handle of who started it but couldn’t find them anywhere, so please if you know who they are let me know so I can put a link to their Tumblr or something! But yeah, this is mostly just fluff a lot of funny ideas.

Bunny Week

This is just the outlines for how the fics for the Bunny Week of 2018 would have gone. Sadly I was too occupied at the moment with stuff and couldn’t write them, but I wanted to put them here as well in case someone wants to!

And with this, we’re done. I hope these serve as inspiration for someone out there, since that would make me the happiest person in the world. And if not, I hope you enjoy reading all these ideas that sadly never came to be! Thank you for reading this far, and I would ask you to reblog this, just so more people can see these and maybe find something worthwhile.

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notajinn · 4 years ago

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Top 9 Games Played in 2020: Number 2: Spider-Man PS4

This is actually the first Spider-Man game I've played.

I think it sets the bar too high for the others.

Where It Excels

Spider-Man is a character all about mobility, whether he's swinging or fighting. And the game is designed with that in mind. It would have been easy for him to feel like a regular beat-em-up character in battle with some web moves added in, but maneuvering around is a major focus of the combat system. You're not going to get far standing in place and fighting off enemies as they come; Peter is fragile this time around. Zipping to enemies, pulling them into the air, swinging to another area, and of course using Spider-Sense to dodge give the fights a unique flair of non-stop motion.

Outside of battle, swinging has a lot of depth as well. Fortunately for me, it's easy to learn the basics and get around the city. I've always heard that the key to a good Spider-Man game is the swinging physics, so clearly this is a good Spider-Man game.

You also get to make full use of the swinging by having a huge area to explore. The city is broken into districts to prevent you from being overwhelmed, but there's still so much to do. Collectibles to find, landmarks to photograph, crimes to stop...if this is a game you want to play for a long time, the content is definitely there. And if you’re in a hurry, you can use the subways as fast-travel points.

The skill tree is simple and understandable. It’s less “this attack now does 10% more damage” and more “your can now throw heavy enemies”. They are actual concrete difference, not just numbers going up.

The story could have been basic since it’s a licensed game, but you can tell they put in effort. The main villain is Mr. Negative, who I wasn't familiar with. He's far from the best villain, but he does a good job even in place of bigger villains like Green Goblin. Miles is also incorporated into the story pretty well even without spider powers. I also liked the police officer Yuri that works with Peter; she was a good new(?) character.

One small fun thing to mention is that if you ever knock an enemy off a building, Peter will web them to a wall; he won’t kill people.

Where It Falls Short

I wouldn’t call a single song in this game good. It's the most unremarkable Hollywood superhero music, similar to the MCU. I wish I could say "at least this one song is good", but there's nothing that stands out. If they completely re-did the entire soundtrack, I’d be fine.

MJ is also very weird and unlikable. Making her a Lois Lane-style reporter is fine. But she constantly sneaks into incredibly dangerous places with no powers, then blows up at Peter when he tells her not to do that. And the conclusion to this subplot is...Peter should trust MJ more. Yes, trust the REGULAR NON-POWERED HUMAN to safely infiltrate an enemy military base. How dare you not trust her to do that? She is easily my least favourite of the main cast here, and my least favourite portrayal of MJ.

Unlike Final Fantasy VII Remake, the bosses are mostly just cinematic sequences. There are a few good outliers like the initial Kingpin fight, but most of the major fights (including the final boss) feel like slightly playable cutscenes. I actually had to purposefully hold back during the final boss because there was still dialogue going on and I had already almost defeated them.

The game also has many QTEs despite being recent. You do have the option to turn them off, or replace the mashing QTEs with holding (which is what I did), but it's still surprising they're in the game at all. But I think turning them off makes the pacing feel awkward, so my suggestion is to change them to hold.

There was also one particular QTE at the end of a car chase which requires you to start mashing/holding before the prompt appears in order to reasonably succeed at it.

Also you know how I said MJ is my least favourite character? I forgot about Screwball. Oh my god, I hate this character. Admittedly she is designed to be annoying, but wow did they succeed too well. Screwball is basically an evil Twitch streamer, and she annoyingly returns for the DLC.

Final Thoughts

Often in the game, I will be trying to do something only to have something like an ongoing crime interrupt me before I can finish.

And if that's not the true Spider-Man experience, what is?

#top games of 2020 #spider-man ps4

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bubble-tea-bunny · 6 years ago

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until the night collapses

[leon s kennedy x reader]

author’s note: leon is hella good looking in the remake and my eyes have been blessed

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Driving through rain, especially at night, always warrants extra caution. As such, Leon’s foot is steady on the gas, having been cruising at a comfortable speed for the past several miles. The roads have been mostly devoid of traffic, though he had passed one or two cars going the other direction. It’s an emptiness he’d considered a little strange at first, but he’s quick to brush it off. He’s just glad he doesn’t have to worry about anyone tailing him before swerving to the opposite lane to pass. A downpour still wasn’t enough for some people to slow down. But when he pulls into the Mizoil gas station to fill the tank, he learns the rain is the least of his problems.

It’s a hell of a first day, that’s for sure. He thought he was the only one at the station with a still beating heart (at least after watching an Arklay County officer get a nasty bite to the neck from… something, which left him good as dead) until Claire had shown up. A stroke of luck would have the keys still in the ignition of the police cruiser, and they were off.

If someone asked him what he would’ve expected his welcome to Raccoon City to be like, he couldn’t give a straight answer, but it definitely isn’t this. Abandoned cars are pulled over to either side of the street, and he drives through the open center, intended for emergency vehicles no longer anywhere in sight. Eventually even that’s blocked off, and in a fit of timing he struggles to say was good or not, the welcome committee arrives in the form of a fuel truck narrowly crushing the car to scrap metal. It kills any of the zombies trying to pry the doors open to get to him and Claire, but the force of the collision throws him forward, and his head collides with the steering wheel none too nicely. If he were to look into a mirror right now, he’d see a nasty bruise darkening on his forehead. He doesn’t need to see it to know it’s there, for light pressure applied to the offended area with the tips of his fingers and the ensuing throb let him know just as well.

This last hour had merely been the tip of the very large, very precarious iceberg. The fire caused by the cruiser exploding gave him no choice but to split up with Claire. Arriving at, and diving within, the museum turned police department is his personal journey down the rabbit hole, but this is no Wonderland on the other side. Or maybe it is and the author of the whole sick story had a fucked up sense of humor. But what did he know? If this was a book he was only a character, at the mercy of the words and whatever would follow with each turn of the page.

He’s seen more death and gore than anyone should have to see, and it’s a level of carnage he can’t help but recoil at. Being a police officer requires not only an iron will but an iron stomach, but he thinks he should be given a pass this time. Fighting his way through hordes of undead as he tries to find out what the hell is going on was not listed in the job description. When he’s trekking down what feels like the millionth dark corridor, blood and guts stuck to the bottom of his boots, he muses half with cynicism and half with fatigue, for it has been a long night, that maybe it’s because if it had been mentioned, no one would apply. And maybe there are some who would jump at the chance to play hero, but in the end logic wins out and prompts many of them to stay away, since it’s something else entirely to be thrown into the mess and realize one is vastly outnumbered, and against an enemy with nothing to fear.

At the west office, he cracks the first smile in what feels like an eternity. It’s a small one, followed closely by a quiet chuckle at the scene before him. Streamers dangle from the ceiling, and a banner stretches across from one wall to the other: Welcome Leon. He reads the note on his desk and feels a twinge in his chest. These were supposed to be his colleagues. Life would’ve been so different if the keep away message hadn’t been sent to him a week prior, if there hadn’t been a reason to stay out of the city and the wheels were still turning like they’re meant to.

He passes by one of the desks, and his flashlight passes over a nameplate with your name on it. Your workspace, much like the others here, is thrown in disarray. Papers are scattered and various trinkets you had to decorate the area are broken. There are sticky notes still stuck to the edge of the shelf attached to your desk, some of them quick reminders of tasks to do and others silly notes from your fellow officers.

Cracked glass hidden in the shadowy corner grabs his attention, and he reaches a hand out for it. His fingers curl around a wooden frame, which he gingerly picks up, mindful of the sharp point of the glass. This must be you in the photo. You’re in a graduation uniform, diploma in one hand and your dog held in the other. It’s not looking at the camera, but rather up at you, who smile widely, a toothy grin that reaches your eyes. The time stamp in the bottom right corner indicates this is a recent photo.

There’s so much personality at your desk, and in your bright gaze captured forever in a picture, that for a moment he swears he feels less alone. He feels like he knows you. Maybe he’d be one of the officers to write small notes to tack to your desk, or maybe you would do that to his. Maybe he would’ve met your dog. What’s its name, he wonders?

With a sigh he sets the frame back down, and reality rushes back, and he hopes he won’t see your body laying around somewhere, discarded and almost unrecognizable. Chances are high that you’ve been infected and haven’t survived, but all the same, he doesn’t want to come across you. He’s not sure why he wants to grasp so tightly onto the image of your smile, and to not allow it to be tainted by visions of a corpse. Perhaps it’s because it’s his last hold to something humane, to something that could help retain his sanity in the midst of the chaos. Lieutenant Branagh had already succumbed to his wounds, and Claire was nowhere to be found. Leon doesn’t know if she’s still alive. So all that left was you.

Ada turning up proves he isn’t the only one remaining in the whole building with his wits still about him, and with his heart and brain in tact. She isn’t keen on sharing much information, and what little she divulges only raises more questions. He couldn’t have begun to guess what caused this shit storm. All of it sounds crazy, but judging by Ada’s tone, this is no tall tale.

They had stumbled upon Annette Birkin. There’s no better word for it. They train their guns on her, and Leon thinks to himself that she doesn’t seem threatening, and definitely not as dangerous as Ada had made her out to be. But maybe that’s how it goes. The most dangerous could be the least assuming. He doesn’t know to what lengths she will go to protect the G-Virus, but he’s not left speculating for long, for she brandishes her own gun and opens fire, and he doesn’t hesitate running towards Ada, shielding her and bringing them both to the ground.

The bullet in his shoulder registers as a low burn, and his vision is becoming hazy. It becomes difficult to ignore the pain, and he remembers telling Ada to go after Annette before passing out from shock. He hadn’t even been aware of the transition from consciousness to unconsciousness. He was simply awake, though weakening fast, and then he wasn’t.

Now he’s in a house, one he doesn’t recognize. The sun is shining outside, and his feet are carrying him through the hallway like they have a mind of their own, for he isn’t willing himself to walk. He just is. They bring him to a bedroom where the curtains are drawn back, the light flooding in a bit too intense to be normal. The edges of everything are out of focus and no matter how many times he blinks, they stay fuzzy.

I was wondering where you went. The figure in the bed sits up slightly to look at him better. Your hair is ruffled and you watch him with a sleep-riddled grin. He knows he should be surprised to see you there. None of this is adding up. This isn’t real. But he’s not deterred by any such thoughts as he smiles back like this is the way things always were.

He crawls beneath the sheets to join you, apologizing while he does. Sorry. At first he wasn’t certain if he actually was in control, or if he was only watching everything play out like a movie, like there was a script. But if it had at the start been the latter, it was now the former, as he starts to play along, eyes sliding closed as you lean in to kiss him. The spot where your lips meet is warm, and his arms curl around you to bring you closer.

Once you pull away, you murmur that you love him, and he feels his heart stop. He brings a hand up to caress your cheek, where a rosy flush has settled, and says he loves you too. This prompts you to smile that beautiful smile of yours, and it’s still just as captivating when tinged with fatigue. He runs his thumb across your bottom lip, smooth and plush, and he wants to kiss you again so he does.

In the back of his mind he knows this isn’t real, but God, he wishes it were. His fingers tangle in your hair, his free hand sneaking beneath the oversized shirt you wear to run along the heated skin of your waist, and everything feels fine. Everything feels perfect. He’s reminded of that saying, of one’s life flashing before their eyes, and he wonders if this is it. Or something close. Because this isn’t the past. He doesn’t know what it is. It would seem he had held on to you so securely that he’s started to dream of you. His stomach is doing flips like a cage of butterflies has just been let loose, and you’re smiling again, and it’s the flower they’re all searching for.

Are you okay? you inquire gently, brushing his hair from his eyes.

He stares into the depths of your own and they feel so much like home that he’s not pretending anymore. His chest is bursting with a love that feels too real to be mere imagination. And he starts to believe it, that life has always been this way, and would always be this way, and he’s just had a bad dream he won’t trouble you by sharing. He doesn’t want you to worry. Yeah, I’m okay.

Maybe this is his life flashing before his eyes, but it’s less about life in the sense of all the years gone by, and more about life in the form of a person, of the one who means the most to him. And despite knowing so little about you, his subconscious pulls at the image of you he stored away, bringing it to the forefront so that he’s convinced you are his life. That’s why he sees you now, and why he desperately clings on, to this blissful moment, suspended in time. He never wants to let go.

It’s also why he feels so helplessly hollow when he finally wakes—reluctantly, and with a heaviness closing in on his heart. He’s back in the cold corridor, back in the station, sitting up against the hard wall with Ada’s trench coat acting as a makeshift shock blanket and his injury wrapped with gauze stained dark red. You’re in his periphery, your warmth and your smile gradually fading away, and he’s thinking Don’t go or maybe he’s said it out loud, muttered to the air with a cracked voice.

They say things get worse before they better, but in this case, they get so bad Leon doubts there could be any improvement. He ventures lower underground, in pursuit of Annette and the G-Virus. He fights monsters he never thought could exist outside horror movies, and uncovers truths he had suspected but that he wanted to hope weren’t true at all. If Annette’s words were not sufficient confirmation, the fact he’s staring down the barrel of Ada’s firearm is.

Suddenly a gunshot rings through the air and a bullet sinks into Ada’s skin, but Leon hadn’t fired. Twisting around, he gets a short glimpse of Annette before the bridge collapses and the G-Virus sample tumbles down to the depths below, but Leon grabs Ada before she can fall too. Attempts to pull her up put stress on the already unstable bridge and it sinks to an even sharper angle, and he spits out a curse of frustration.

The two of them can’t remain like that forever, however, and he feels his hold slipping. Ada doesn’t look worried, wants him to let go because otherwise, they both die. It’s not worth it. But to Leon it is, and he knows she’d never understand why. He had to let go of you and leave you behind once he returned to consciousness, and it had hurt more than it should have. So perhaps he’s thinking of you as he holds onto Ada, for he doesn’t want to go through that again. This time, he won’t let go.

But reality is quite literally crashing down around them and the reality is he’s holding on to Ada, not you. And her wrist slides out of his grip, and she disappears in the darkness. He stares into the abyss, extending so far it’s like there is no end. His breaths come out rushed due to adrenaline, corners of his eyes pooling with tears refusing to fall, but there’s no time to mourn as he kicks himself into gear, standing and moving to steadier ground. The self-destruct sequence has begun. He doesn’t have long to get out.

His way of escape is at the bottom level of the lab, and he’s shooting his way through hordes of zombies when he hears it: echoes of another firing into the packs of undead. He follows it, thinking it’s Claire, but it’s not. He stops firing in his surprise, and he’s caught so off guard he’s unable to even exclaim your name in a quiet huff of disbelief under his breath.

You catch sight of him, and not letting yourself become distracted at finding someone else still alive in here, you call out The exit is up ahead! You haven’t noticed his shock, a second he spends looking like a deer caught in headlights, for you’re too preoccupied with other more urgent matters to have done so. Leon forces himself to look away and help take down the remainder of the zombies blocking the path. Past the exit door, the lights of a train begin flashing on the walls, and at the first opening, you sprint through, Leon following close behind.

His wider strides let him catch up to you, and he’s first to hop onto the train, grabbing the bar to swing himself up. Then he holds a hand out to you, stretching as far as he can. Come on! There’s an explosion and the building starts to crumble, and the strength of the blast pushes you forward. With a lunge, you thrust your arm out to grab onto his hand, and he pulls you up with the last bit of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Both of you collapse against the train car, breathing hard. Leon’s in rough shape, but you’re no better. You’re littered with cuts and bruises, your clothes are filthy, and your tied up hair is half falling out of the ponytail you had it in. It’s silent for a while as both of you calm down, and then Leon sneaks a glance at you. A part of him had still been skeptical that it could be true, that you’ve been alive this whole time, but it’s unmistakable. He’d burned that photo of you into his brain, and it’s a match, and he knows he’s not imagining you here next to him.

As though you can feel him staring, which you most probably do, you look over at him and meet his eyes. Now that you’re breathing normally again, you speak quietly, the fatigue finally setting in.

“Lucky we got out just in time.” You smile, and Leon’s heart is twisting to see it for real, and it’s more amazing than what he’d seen in the picture, or in his dream. He never wants you to stop looking at him like that. He wants to get lost in that gentle curve and in your soft gaze. After the hell he’s been through, he thinks he could fall asleep in them forever.

He chuckles. “Yeah, it is.”

He introduces himself and holds a hand out, and you tell him your name as you shake it. Without even fully realizing it, he’s grinning with a fondness that could only come from familiarity and a fulfilled longing, and he states Nice to meet you, [Name]. It’s really something to be saying your name out loud. It feels perfect on his tongue, his lips curling around each syllable with incredible care, like he’s reciting a prayer.

Maybe what he’d dreamed wasn’t what could’ve been; maybe it was what will be. And as the train rushes out of the ruined city and you drift off in well-deserved rest, head drooping to lean on Leon’s shoulder, he knows he’s already in love with you.

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losersclubbitches · 5 years ago

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Cuddles After a Long Day is Just How Much I Love You Part 2

“Mark, have you seen my white shirt?” Freddy called out of his room. He was searching through his drawers, pulling out clothes to try to find aforementioned shirt.

“It’s still in the wash, remember,” Mark replied, appearing in the doorway.

“What? It can’t be in the wash. Billy’s gonna be here in an hour! It’s gonna take too long to wash and dry it!” Freddy exclaimed. Mark came closer as Freddy sighed in exasperation, sitting down on his bed with his head in his hands.

“Freddy, relax. This isn’t the first time you’ve been on a date with Billy,” Mark reminded. “Besides, you’re eating dinner here, remember? That’ll be plenty of time to get your shirt ready.”

“Right, but what if he thinks that it’s dumb that I’m not wearing the suit through dinner and breaks up with me?”

“Look, son. Billy’s not that kind of boy, trust me. He loves you even when you’re not wearing your fanciest outfit,” Mark assured. Freddy took in the information for a while, letting the words roll around in his head.

“Thanks, Mark.”

“Freddy, what’s going on? You’ve been uber stressed lately.”

“Well, some kids at school keep telling me that I don’t deserve a good family. Or Billy,” Freddy admitted.

“Freddy. You know that’s not true. The only thing you don’t deserve is the reason you’re in foster care. Junie and I love having you, you know that, but we wish we didn’t have to have you. We wish it were under different circumstances, but we love you,” Mark affirmed, placing a comforting hand on Freddy’s shoulder.

“I love you, too.” There was a pause and a question irked at Freddy’s mind until it pushed past his lips seemingly of its own volition. “Why’d you guys pick me?” he asked. He knew he should probably be embarrassed by the question, but his mind was too curious to care. Fortunately, Mark chuckled, a smile spread across his face good-naturedly.

“Well, you’re a good kid. Very smart, very kind, very passionate, and we have shared experience, in a way,” he told Freddy, indicating his own wheelchair at the end. Mark had lost movement of his legs in almost the same way Freddy had: a car accident. The only difference was Mark’s was in Afghanistan and he was fully paralyzed from the waist down.

“Right. Thanks.”

“Any time. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“Am I competing for your affections, Freddy?” a voice asked from the doorway of the room. Freddy looked up and saw his boyfriend all dressed up in a suit and tie and smirking at him. One hand was behind his back holding something Freddy couldn’t see.

“Billy!” Freddy exclaimed, jumping up off his bed, bounding over to Billy, and practically launching himself into the other’s arms. Billy stumbled back a step, but hugged Freddy anyway.

“Sorry I’m early. I was nervous about being late and I guess I walked here subconsciously. I also bought you flowers,” Billy spoke sheepishly, pulling away and holding up a bouquet of blue roses.

“Aww! My favorite! Thanks, Billy!” Freddy took the flowers and placed a quick kiss to Billy’s lips. “I’m gonna grab a vase for these. Be right back.” He left the room, going to the kitchen across the hall to fulfill his promise. Billy sat on the bed near Mark, smiling at the man.

“How are you doing, Billy?” Mark inquired.

“I’m doing very well. School’s going alright,” Billy replied. “How are you? How’s work?”

“I’m doing just fine, thanks. Work’s alright. We’ve got a big company we’re working with right now, so it’s a bit cramped at the office.”

“Oh yeah. Freddy mentioned something about that.”

“Yeah. I’ve been taking some time to work from home, because it’s hard to get around with double the people crowding the area,” Mark told him.

“That must me nice to work from home,” Billy mused.

“Yeah. I’ve been getting to spend more time with Junie and Freddy. Everything a guy can ask for.”

“You guys talking about me?” Freddy joked as he walked back into the room.

“All good things, Freeman. All good things,” Billy answered, standing up and walking over to wrap an arm around Freddy’s shoulder. Freddy hummed, smiling.

“Uh huh. Okay.”

“By the way, you look very handsome. I really enjoy the Superman shirt with the dress pants,” Billy remarked, tone joking, yet mostly sincere. He kissed the other's cheek.

“Ha ha. My shirt’s in the wash and I figured you didn’t want me in just my underwear at homecoming,” Freddy refuted.

“That would be bad.”

“You guys! Dinner’s ready!” Junie called from the kitchen. The three males left the room and headed to the kitchen across the hall. The lights had been dimmed and the flowers set out on the table, which had a white cloth and fancy place settings. The boys took a seat at the table and Mark handed them laminated pieces of paper that acted as makeshift menus.

“You have the option of spaghetti and meatballs or chicken nuggets as a main dish and either peas or broccoli as a side dish,” he told them.

“And whatever you don’t eat, we will, so no pressure,” Junie added, smoothing down Freddy’s hair gently as she smiled at Billy.

“Well, I think I’ll have the spaghetti and broccoli,” Billy decided.

“And I’ll have the chicken nuggets and peas,” Freddy declared. They handed their menus back to Mark, who took them and went into the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later holding the plates and set them down in front of the two boys.

“Thank you,” they said at the same time. They started eating, sparing glances at the other every so often.

“This is nice. Did you plan this all yourself?” Billy commented.

“Uh, yeah. I wanted it to feel like an actual pre-homecoming dinner since I don’t have any money to actually take you out,” Freddy replied, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“It’s perfect. I love it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I told you, I don’t need anything fancy from you. Just hangin’ out on the couch is all I need from you and if we do anything else, you’ve already exceeded my requirements. You’re perfect.” Billy reached across the table and grabbed Freddy’s hand in his own and ran his thumb over the other’s knuckles, like he always did to comfort Freddy.

“I love you, Billy Batson.”

“I love you more, Freddy Freeman.”

“So not possible.”

“I’ll let you have this one ‘cause you’re cute. Now, eat your food.”

***

Once they were done with dinner, Junie and Mark drove them to Freddy’s school, where the dance was being held.

“You boys look so handsome with your matching outfits,” Junie gushed. “I can almost hear the wedding bells!” It was true, both boys had worn a suit with a white shirt and a black jacket and pants and Junie had cut two of the roses to attach to the suits. The only difference between their outfits was that while Billy’s tie, Converse, and pocket square were red, Freddy’s were blue.

“Junie, we’re not married,” Freddy reminded wholeheartedly.

“Not yet, anyway,” Billy added, a pink blush settling on his cheeks. Freddy blushed, too, shying away, but still holding Billy’s hand.

“I know, sweetie, but you guys are just so adorable together!”

“Thank you,” they answered.

“Okay, we’ll see you after the dance. 10 o’clock, right? Unless there’s an after party you’d want to go to,” Mark put in.

“I think I’ll be all partied out after this,” Freddy remarked as he and Billy clambered from the backseat.

“Me, too.”

“So, 10 o’clock, it is! See you then. Have fun, be safe, we love you!”

“I love you, too. We will!” With that, Junie and Mark drove away and Freddy and Billy walked into the school’s gym, where it was decorated with streamers, lights, and balloons. They gave the teacher at the door their tickets and went in.

“Freddy! There you are, did you just get here?” a voice called from the wall to their right.

“Hey, Lane. Yeah. We just got here,” Freddy replied. “This is my boyfriend, Billy. Billy, this is my best friend, Lane.”

“Nice to meet you, Lane,” Billy greeted, sticking out a hand. Lane shook it, smiling.

“You, too. Freddy talks about you all the time. I’m starting to fall in love with you.”

“Well, he’s taken, so…” Freddy responded jokingly, gripping Billy’s hand.

“I know, I know. Anyway, Lance is around here somewhere, let’s go find him.” Lane grabbed Billy’s other hand and pulled him away dragging Billy with them. They found Lance at the DJ booth, trying to bribe the teacher working there.

“C’mon, Mr Johns. I’ll give ya twenty bucks if you let me play just one song,” he offered.

“After the stunt you pulled with the projector, no way, Mr. Langston,” the teacher denied.

“He played a less-than G-rated scene last month during Movie Day,” Freddy explained into Billy’s ear. Billy nodded in understanding. Finally, they dragged Lance away from the DJ booth and went to get waters, as it was hot in the room. They danced around, Freddy never letting go of Billy’s hand.

“I gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” Freddy spoke up after a while, leaning into Billy’s ear to speak again. Billy nodded and squeezed Freddy’s hand before letting go reluctantly. Without his anchor, Billy felt the room spinning slightly in his panic. Freddy was the only person he really knew here and without his presence, Billy was just like a lost puppy wandering around in the loud, dark area. He reached for his pocket, finding the present he’d bought and playing with it. Lance and Lane had found people to dance with a while back, but had stayed close enough to chat.

“Billy, are you alright?” Lane asked, leaning over.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. I’m just gonna get some fresh air,” Billy replied “Could you tell Freddy I stepped outside when he gets back?” Lane nodded, going back to the boy he was dancing with. Billy walked as calmly as he could out of the gym and through the doors without being noticed. When he was outside, he paced until his feet got tired and then he sat down with his back against the wall, still playing with the object in his pocket. That was where Freddy found him, against the wall.

“Hey. Lane said you were out here. What’s up?” Freddy queried, sitting down next to him.

“Just got a little too much,” Billy answered, looking at him. “You’re the only person I know here and when you were gone, I guess I just felt…”

“Lost?”

“Yeah. I know that sounds so clingy, but-” Freddy cut him off.

“Remember when I went to your school’s holiday party last year?” he asked.

“What?”

“Do you remember your school’s holiday party last year?” Freddy asked more pointedly. Billy nodded.

“Of course I do.”

“Well, you didn’t mind when I literally clung to your arm the entire time, did you?”

“No, of course I didn’t mind,” Billy told him, confused about why this mattered.

“Well, then why do you think I’d mind if you did the same thing? It’s not clingy, you have every right to feel out of place. I know I do sometimes,” Freddy declared.

“Right. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for feeling, you dork. Now, let’s go back inside. We’ve got an hour left of the dance.” Freddy made to stand up, but Billy caught his arm.

“Wait. I, uh. I have something for you,” he told the boy, letting go of Freddy’s wrist once he knew the boy had no intentions of leaving.

“What is it?” Freddy cocked his head to the side, brown eyes shining in the glow from the light of the moon.

“Well, I just, I uh.” Billy took a deep breath to prepare himself and looked Freddy in the eyes, emerald green meeting chocolate brown. “I really, really like you, Freddy. Like a lot and I wanted to show you how much I really like you, so I got you this.” He reached into his pocket and grabbed the present, holding it out to Freddy. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment on his boyfriend’s face, and was surprised when he didn’t hear anything for a while. He cracked an eye open to see Freddy’s thoroughly shocked face. There were tears shining at the edges of his eyes, but Billy could tell they weren't sad tears.

"Are." Freddy paused, swallowed thickly. "Are you proposing to me?" he asked. Billy scratched the back of his neck.

"Sort of. It's a promise ring."

"So, I promise to love you and you promise to love me?" Freddy clarified. Billy nodded, a pink glow kissing his cheeks in the moonlight.

"Y-yeah." Freddy smiled, hooking a finger under his boyfriend's chin and making the other look at him.

"That's beautiful. I love it," he assured. Billy slipped the ring onto Freddy's right ring finger. He slipped his own on and watched the matching silver rings glint in the pale light. Freddy laced their hands together and went back inside, dancing for the next 45 minutes. The last dance or the night was a slow dance and Freddy relished in the feeling of Billy's hands on his hips and one of his arms draped over Billy's shoulder. The dance was so slow that he didn't really need his crutch, but used it for support mostly. When the dance was over, Freddy nudged his nose against Billy's, their foreheads touching.

"I love you, Billy Batson," he promised.

"I love you, too, Freddy Freeman," Billy promised. Once they were home, cuddled up on the couch in pajamas with candy, popcorn, and an animated movie, did Freddy notice something.

"You got this engraved?" he asked, starting at the letters embedded in the ring.

"Yep. Cost me an extra 20 bucks, but it was worth it," Billy answered.

"You dork. You didn't have to spend that much on me." Freddy shoved Billy's shoulder with his own.

"I didn't say how much I spent. It could've been $21." Freddy snorted and tossed up a piece of popcorn for him to catch. Billy reached over, intercepting the piece of popcorn himself.

"Hey! I wanted that!" Freddy griped, though he wasn't really angry.

"Then come take it," Billy teased, sticking out his tongue as he held the popcorn up. Freddy smashed their lips together, popcorn forgotten. The two kissed, Freddy's hands making their way to Billy's hair to deepen the kiss. They pulled away, panting slightly and Freddy smiled, admiring the words in his ring and the ones in Billy's.

Billy Batson and Freddy Freeman.

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#freddy freeman #billy batson #shazam #dc #dceu films #school dance #promise ring #freebat #dating #lovers #love #original work

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masterweaverx · 4 years ago

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The Baker And The Writer

Written for @hopeology

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Streamers and balloons wrapped around the cave, some slipping across corkboard while others dangled round disco balls. A pink hoof dragged across the dusty filing cabinets, marked by thoughtful humming. One set of files was pulled out from the drawers, layed down on the table, and observed with shining blue eyes. “Mmmhmmm... hmmm. Ah.”

“Reunion party planning?”

The pink pony didn’t even look up, though a smile crossed her face. “Yeah. Well, for those who still... you know. Still care about this. About us.” She sighed deeply. “Things have changed, haven’t they?”

“Quite a bit. And not all for the better... but not all for the worse, either.”

The pink pony sighed again, shutting the folder. “Well, I suppose there’s no point not talking about it. After all, we’re both mirrors of the same soul.”

“Mirrors, fragments, cosmic coincidences by fate and destiny.”

“All that, yep.” She looked up, into the empty hood of a black robe of leather, and had to hide a giggle behind her hoof. “People are going to think you came from Square Enix, you know.”

“People have always thought that. It’s annoying!” The robe crossed his sleeves petulantly. “I didn’t even know about Organization XIII when I came up with this design, let alone anything Final Fantasy-ish. It was supposed to be--”

“--a comical contrast of a seriously dark-appearing abstraction having hilarious melodrama and/or ordinary life as he interacted with the characters of his writing, I know, I know.” The pony shrugged. “You’ve always been on a different wavelength, Masterweaver.”

“And so have you, Pinkie.”

The pony shrugged. “So I have. So I have...” She averted her gaze, running a hoof down her foreleg. “My story’s not going to be completed, is it?”

The robe examined the roof. “I... well... I want to complete it, and others are working on the other threads--”

“Yeah, but you were young. Well... he was young.”

“I am the author avatar, I can be considered the same as him.”

“I’m a fusion of a canon character and a self insert, I could say the same thing.”

“In a different way.” Masterweaver spread his sleeves. “Identity is a confusing thing, especially when you get meta.”

“And this is getting very meta.”

“Should we acknowledge the audience?”

“...let’s not,” Pinkie said after a moment of thought. “It’s only really useful if we get philosophical about the nature of reality and/or want to throw in a brief joke.”

“Good point.” Masterweaver nodded. “Good point... Still. You’ve got a party to plan, right?”

“For all of us still here. Which is, technically, all of us, but we’ve passed out of the need for the story to focus on us I think.” Pinkie nodded. “It’s been years for me, since the event. And I’ve had... some serious adventures. Yeah. A lot of living... a lot of things.”

She hummed to herself gently. “A lot of worlds visited. Other Equestrias, at first... and then, other places entirely. Mostly to say hi, help out, move on. An adventurer is me.”

“Well that’s a fine life!” Masterweaver said encouragingly. “Expanding your horizons as you go, growing and learning--”

“He’s moved on, hasn’t he?”

The cave was silent for a moment, save for the tinkling of the disco balls.

“...From ponies, I mean. In general.”

“I...” Masterweaver sighed. “No. Yes? Not... he still values this. This experience, with you and with every other part of the fandom. It was... it was with ponies he really found his place, found out what he was, what he could do. It’s why he still considers himself a professional fanfiction writer. And he does keep in contact with his friends from that part of his life. He does still value what he learned from the fandom.” A sleeve reached out, clasping her shoulder. “He still thinks of you. He still cares about you. I wouldn’t be here if he didn’t.”

“...I know. But the core... the part that drew him in, and held him... he’s moved from that, hasn’t he?”

“...He isn’t as deep in the fandom, maybe. But... he’ll never leave it entirely, I think.” Masterweaver shook his hood. “No, he’ll probably come back every once in a while. And he’ll always write fanfiction--it’s just not going to be all pony anymore.”

“Hasn’t been for a while...” Pinkie rolled her eyes. “And he’s been getting kind of dramatic with what he has been doing, hasn’t he?”

“Hey now! Drama exists FOR A REEEEEEEEAAAASON!”

Pinkie giggled at the robe’s pose. “Oh I’m not saying it doesn’t! But, you know, element of Laughter here.”

“Yeah, how’s that treating you?”

“Oh, I’ve got no complaints about that part of my life.” Pinkie giggled. “Still love bringing smiles wherever I go.”

“And you’re preparing a party for all your friends.” Masterweaver nodded toward the folder. “So...”

“So yeah, it’s... that’s still fun. And a lot more’s going on then what’s being written about,” she added quickly. “Obviously, I mean. We have lives beyond...”

She trailed off.

“...You’ve always had a life beyond the fic. As much as you’ve performed for the sake of everyone, you still have your own life.”

“Are you telling me, or are you telling you?”

Masterweaver clapped his sleeves together. “I’m going to say that’s ambiguous because this story is incredibly meta, and no meta story is complete without a little ambiguity!”

“Is this even a story?” Pinkie asked. “I mean we’re just talking! Cryptically at that, with so much context we haven’t mentioned!”

“Huh, you’re right. I guess there should be an arc.” Masterweaver rubbed the base of his hood thoughtfully. “It feels like you were feeling neglected, so maybe I came in to say that even if your story is never finished the author will always treasure you and your existence will have an impact on him, so that reassures you and you go on with your life happy in the knowledge that it is your life but also that you made a positive impact?”

Pinkie gave him a flat look. “Well gee, if you’re going to spell it all out like that, how do I get a chance to work through my emotions?”

Masterweaver shrugged. “Yeah, going to be honest, this is one of those stories where I’m just working through the scene with no idea where it goes.”

“...I mean... that summary isn’t wrong, exactly,” Pinkie admitted. “It’s just a little abrupt.”

“Yeah.”

“...And now we’re staring at each other and wondering how to end this story.”

“Well, yeah.” Masterweaver shrugged. “Actually, you know what we need?”

“What?”

“A smash cut.”

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“Hey everypony!”

“Nopony else is here yet, Pinkie. It’s just me.”

“Oh.” Pinkie shrugged. “Hey Erishy! Surprised you’re the first to get here.”

“It happens.” Erishy shrugged, watching Pinkie set out the snacks. “So what flavor are the cupcakes?”

“Heh. Flavor...” Pinkie shook her head. “All cupcakes share some ingredients, you know? But flavor, flavor is something unique, added during the baking. And everyone focuses on it. But a cupcake wouldn’t be a cupcake without the ingredients, and flavors can be blended, mixed. Sometimes, you have to remember: every flavor, every cupcake, is the result of a baker. And even if they don’t bake the same cupcakes anymore, they’re still baking cupcakes. And somebody will always, always eat the cupcakes.” She took a breath. “But every cupcake eaten is important, even the ones baked long ago.”

Erishy nodded gently. “I see. That... that’s actually very encouraging. I guess you’ve been thinking a lot recently, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Huh.”

“Also the cupcakes are all fruit-flavored, but different flavors of fruit. I was feeling experimental.”

That got a giggle from the pegasus. “Oh, of course. That makes total sense.”

#fanfiction #My Litte Pony Friendship is Magic #Pinkie Pie #Fluttershy #Erishy #Priddy Pinkie #Written for a Friend #Who has always had a helpful insight when I needed it

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thesevenseraphs · 5 years ago

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Bungie Weekly Update - 11/21/19

This week at Bungie, we’re investing in solar energy. We wrapped up Festival of the Lost this week, but cleaning up the decorations wasn’t the only thing that changed in the Tower. Ikora finished her construction project, closed out all the permits, and Guardians launched an attack on the Undying Mind.

The attack is ongoing and all Season Pass holders can join in on Vex Offensive and transmat the finished portal from the Tower to summon and defeat Undying Minds from different timelines.

The impact of your victory has not been made clear just yet, but in time, you will learn more about how this will further evolve the world as we transition into the next Season.

SOLAR SHIFTS

Next Season, we are shaking up the Solar subclasses. We are reworking several ability trees and the Destiny Dev Team has the details on what to expect when you praise the Sun next season.

Destiny Dev Team: Hey Guardians, it’s the Combat Systems team here, back again to talk about some updates we’re making to the abilities sandbox in the next Season. Previously we spent a Season focusing on subclasses of one specific element type such as Arc and Void. Up next, the Combat Systems team is tackling Solar subclasses as our focus for gameplay updates.

As we’ve mentioned in past TWABs, our goal with these subclass updates is to “revisit some older subclass paths and freshen them up a bit.” In execution, this means that older subclass paths will feel like viable choices in many of our activities and that players can find a home in any of them. When we started working on sandbox updates to follow Season of the Undying, our team looked at the whole catalog of Solar subclasses by cross referencing data, feedback, and conversation to figure out which subclasses needed help, which are performing fine, and which ones were a bit too potent. During our investigations, it was pretty clear that three specific subclasses were underperforming and needed to be taken back into the shop for a rework.

It’s worth noting here that a rework doesn’t mean it’s a completely new subclass. It means that we took the root of the gameplay fantasies for those subclasses and either expanded on what was already there or shifted some of the existing attributes closer to their fantasy. In some cases, entire perks were changed to help further the gameplay role and fantasy of those subclasses.

Those three Solar subclasses are:

GUNSLINGER: WAY OF THE SHARPSHOOTER (BOTTOM PATH)

Traditionally, Way of the Sharpshooter has mostly been used in specific PvE activities and almost exclusively paired with the Celestial Nighthawk helm. We wanted to move Way of the Sharpshooter to be something players want to choose more often and for a wider range of activities. To do that we needed to differentiate both Golden Gun paths and make Sharpshooter more versatile and interesting to use in PvE. In order to differentiate the 3-shot and 6-shot Golden Gun and better play into their fantasies, we've made the following changes:

For 3-shot we increased the auto-aim distance and reliability when aiming down sights, as it fulfills the role of long range accuracy. For 6-shot, we shortened the damage falloff range to emphasize the short range gunfighter role with a lot of kill potential. While it can still perform at longer ranges, it may take an extra shot to get the job done. We've made other changes to Way of the Outlaw to help keep its potency like adding a new Explosive Prox Knife that can stick to surfaces and detonate when enemies pass nearby.

All up - we want Way of the Sharpshooter to feel more active and rewarding for players who can fulfill the role of the sharpshooter by taking down enemies with accuracy and precision.

NEW Weighted Knife: High-damage knife throw with a long wind up. Travels at high speeds, bounces once, and does extra damage to the head. Precision shot final blows recharge the melee completely. One-hit precision final blow in PvP.

Practice Makes Perfect: (QoL): Lasts longer but gives a bit less energy per second. Precision hits grant two stacks.

NEW Knock 'em Down: Precision final blows increase weapon stability and ADS speed. Timer starts at 10 seconds but any additional final blow/assists can increase it up to 25 seconds. Casting your Super with this buff above 20 seconds consumes the buff and grants extra damage. (Does not stack with Celestial Nighthawk).

Line 'em Up: (QoL): Old perks from Crowd Pleaser are now part of this perk. (Golden Gun can cause precision damage and precision shots generate orbs of light).

SUNBREAKER: CODE OF THE DEVASTATOR (MIDDLE PATH)

Titans who adhere to the Code of the Devastator want nothing more than to crush their foes with smoldering hammers, and we want to see them live their dreams. When our data indicated that this subclass was underperforming in PvP, we decided to make a few changes that should enable it to be more competitive. The Roaring Flame perk has received a significant buff to its bonus damage, and the buff now lasts 25% longer, making it easier to build and retain stacks between encounters. The base damage of Throwing Hammer melee ability has increased—it's now very lethal in PvP while you have Roaring Flames active. In addition, once you've thrown the hammer and it’s lying on the ground, you don't have to get quite as close to it to pick it back up. Finally, we tuned the Super in a number of ways.

For starters, Burning Maul now lasts longer, giving you more time to use it strategically instead of simply spamming the slam button. (Titans. All we want to do is smash, right?) We also increased the height of the heavy-slam explosion, so this Super should feel much more potent against airborne enemies. That's the gist of it, but here are more details:

Throwing Hammer: Increased impact damage from 100 to 120 and increased hammer pick-up radius from 2m to 3.5m. Adjusted hammer throw animations to fit a more damaging attack.

Roaring Flames: Increased damage bonus from 10% per stack to 25% per stack in PvP, and increased duration from 15 seconds to 20 seconds.

Burning Maul: Increased duration from 21.2 seconds to 28.5 seconds

Light Attack: Reduced light attack energy cost from 5% to 3%. Adjusted the animation so that it flows seamlessly into chained light attacks without stopping.

Heavy Attack: Ground Slam attack now detonates when it detects enemies above it. Detonation radius was increased to make landing attacks more consistent. Increased energy cost from 6% to 8%

DAWNBLADE: ATTUNEMENT OF SKY (TOP PATH)

With Attunement of Sky we wanted to push its air superiority gameplay further. When we initially released this path, its movement capabilities were tuned around the original Destiny 2 gameplay experience, which was much slower and more deliberate about positioning. However, over time, this movement needed to adapt to the new sandbox. We want to give you the gameplay experience that the fantasy begs for: A flying angel who can maneuver with grace and destroy its foes below.

Now before we get started I wanted to touch on one thing: To accomplish our goals of reworking the air superiority role, we needed to differentiate the two Daybreak paths from one another. As such, we reduced the speed at which Burst Glide accelerates players in Daybreak. We know this is a controversial change but we wanted to reserve the air superiority gameplay with Attunement of Sky and the Burst Glide speed was blurring the lines between both Daybreak paths.

Icarus Dashes while in Daybreak have increased speed and thrust to recapture the burst glide gameplay for those running the air superiority path. We hope that, while this change is different, you still feel as fast as before—but with maybe a bit more expression behind that speed. The rest of the changes are below:

NEW Celestial Fire (Melee): Send a spiral of three explosive Solar projectiles. Heat Rises: (Rework) Consume your grenade to extend Glide time and dramatically reduce the in-air accuracy penalties for weapons.

Winged Sun (Rework): Fire weapons, use Celestial Fire, and throw grenade while gliding. Airborne final blows grant melee energy and extend the duration of Heat Rises.

Icarus Dash (Rework): Tap (Crouch) twice to dodge in midair. Dodging in Daybreak accelerates players farther and costs less Super energy while under the effects of Heat Rises.Added note: Due to the nature of these reworks, Wings of Sacred Dawn received a buff where it gains 15% damage resistance while Tome of Dawn is active.

There are a whole swath of changes we’re working on that extend beyond these three subclasses. Most Solar subclasses had some tuning and some non-Solar subclasses got a bit QoL love too. We hope that with these changes, you’ll feel energized playing any Solar subclass—regardless of activity. Thanks for having us!

FINAL HOWL

Next week, Lord Saladin will return to the Tower for the final time during Season of Undying. This will be your final shot at earning pinnacle rewards from Iron Banner until next Season. If you haven’t finished up your Season Pursuit, make sure to do it before the end of the event on December 3.

Iron Banner Control

Starts: 9:00 a.m. PT on November 26

Ends: 9:00 a.m. PT on December 3

We’ll be featuring a reprised armor set next season, so if you still want to get some pieces from this set, grab them quick! Saladin is also offering enhanced mods and other items in exchange for Iron Banner tokens you may have collected. You can turn them in now or bank them for when Iron Banner returns next Season.

GAMING AND GIVING

We’re completely blown away by the generosity you all showed throughout the Game2Give fundraising campaign in support of the Bungie Foundation’s iPads for Kids Program and of Children’s Miracle Network Hospitals.

In just three weeks, you all raised $1,673,857.62! We reached this incredible amount of funding because of the 40,000+ donors and 5,500 streamers who supported the campaign across 104 countries. To say this was a true global Guardian initiative is an understatement!

For the Bungie Foundation, this will give us the capacity to expand into up to five new hospitals in 2020 and help over 250,000 more patients than we ever have before! We are so excited to continue our work of replacing fear with joy, boredom with entertainment, and uncertainty with a sense of normalcy for so many more kiddos.And check out how this funding will help the work that Children’s Miracle Network Hospitals does every day.

From the bottom of our hearts, thank you for showing us once again how truly special the Bungie Community is through caring about each other and those in need.

WANNA COOK?

For those looking to add more Destiny books to their collection, we are very happy to announce

Destiny: The Official Cookbook and Destiny Grimoire Anthology Vol. Three

are coming in 2020.

Destiny: The Official Cookbook In collaboration with Insight Editions and author Victoria Rosenthal, Destiny’s first official cookbook is filled with recipes inspired by the characters and locations seen throughout its expansive universe.

Destiny Grimoire Anthology Vol. Three

Destiny Grimoire Anthology Vol. Three is coming in late 2020 as the next edition of the popular Grimoire series.

These titles will be available at the Bungie Store and other booksellers. Stay tuned for more details. Be sure to visit the Bungie Store product pages linked above and click “Email When Available” to be among the first to know when the books are open for pre-order.

TIP OF THE SPEAR

Stay up to date on the latest from the Player Support team.

This is their report.

DESTINY 2 ON STADIAThis week, Destiny 2: The Collection launched on Google Stadia. Players who are looking to get set up with Stadia for the very first time should make sure they visit our Stadia Guide.

Furthermore, existing Destiny 2 players who wish to bring their characters over from other platforms can do so right now through our Cross Save page. As a refresher; Cross Save allows players to access their preferred set of Guardians, gear, and Season Passes on all (Stadia details below) platforms. New players who are starting their Destiny 2 journey with Stadia can also enable Cross Save, so the Guardians they build and gear they earn travels with them to other platforms. However, players should know that Season Pass access granted on Stadia through Destiny 2: The Collection does not transfer to other platforms using Cross Save.

Destiny 2: The Collection on Stadia includes a Season Pass access at no additional charge. Players who have Cross Save enabled with their Stadia account who would like to access Seasonal content on other platforms (PlayStation, Xbox, and Steam) will need to purchase those Season Passes directly on one of those platforms.

As a final reminder, expansion licenses (Forsaken, Shadowkeep) do not transfer between platforms with Cross Save. Players who wish to access activities which rely on these expansion licenses will need to purchase them for every desired platform.

PC MIGRATION AND FORSAKEN LICENSES

Since Destiny 2 launched on Steam last month, we’ve monitored posts from players who have provided feedback and reported issues regarding the PC Migration experience.

After thorough investigation, we believe that we have resolved an issue which was preventing a subset of PC players from transferring their Forsaken licenses from their Battle.net accounts to Steam. Players who previously encountered this issue should re-initiate migration at our PC Move page.

Destiny 2 Known Issues

Listed below are emergent issues being investigated in Destiny 2.

The MIDA Multi-Tool catalyst will not drop for players who win a competitive Crucible match at the Legend rank if they are playing with clan mates and the "Catalyst Seeker" clan rank bonus is active. To mitigate this, we recommend that players seeking the catalyst play solo or team up with friends who are not in the same clan.

Black Armory Keys cannot be used or deleted if the Mysterious Box quest has already been completed.

Some players may experience an issue where blank items from Festival of the Lost are taking up slots at their Postmaster.

For the latest list of emergent issues, players should visit our Known Issues thread. Players who observe other issues should report them to the #Help forum.

#Destiny #Destiny 2 #Bungie Weekly Update #long post #Destiny 2: Shadowkeep

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belmontsfate · 5 years ago

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Day 8: Gift - Dracul & Alucard

- The Year 2103 -

The castle that had stood for over a thousand years, serving as Dracul’s home, as well as the prison of his enemies, was now in ruins. Without Dracul’s presence, it had crumbled into a pile of rubble. Free from the castle’s influence a few of his previous servants had returned to his service, not knowing what else to do with their lives.

Though the castle was destroyed, some of the underground chambers remained, serving as hideouts for his remaining servants. Navigating through the winding tunnels, Dracul searched for the hideout of one servant in particular. Under normal circumstances, he had no trouble finding who he was looking for, but it would appear that this servant of his did not want to be found.

He had tried asking some of the other servants. The Gorgon Sisters were the first he had gone to, seeing as they seemed to know where everyone and everything was, but even they did not know of his whereabouts. No one knew where he was. So, with little choice, Dracul went in search of him.

His search led him down to the very depths of the tunnel, the place where once the prisoners of Walter Bernhard had endured torture unlike anything ever imagined. Eventually, he came across a chamber glowing with light. Pushing the door open, he found the toymaker seated on a wooden stool, polishing the wood of his favorite puppet. It was the very same puppet that had hidden the toymaker’s heart for many years.

The toymaker was so focused on the puppet that he didn’t even hear Dracul come in. That soon changed as Dracul cleared his throat, alerting the elderly man of his presence.

“Oh! M-My lord!” The toymaker exclaimed in surprise, his wrinkled eyes widening at the sight of the vampire as he slowly got up from his stool. “T-To what d-do I owe this p-pleasure?”

Dracul sighed. Out of all the servants, the toymaker was probably most frightened by him. You could tell that he feared him, even now that he was no longer lord of the castle, he still referred to him as such.

“I require your services, old man,” Dracul stated.

“A-And what is it you want, may I inquire?” the toymaker asked, his hands shaking as he reached up to adjust his spectacles. “I-I should warn you now that I have retired from my days of creating death traps and bringing beasts back to life.”

Dracul shook his head. “No, that is not why I have come.”

“Have you come to k-kill me then?” the toymaker gulped.

“I have not come to kill you either,” he assured the frightened old man. “I need you to create something for me, as a gift for my son.”

Once the toymaker calmed down a bit, assured that he would not die at Dracul’s hand, he started to approach him, a look of curiosity written across his face.

“Oh? Well, I can certainly manage that. What is the occasion? If my mind is not mistaken, the closest holiday is Halloween, and that isn’t exactly a day to give presents.”

To most people, October 24th was just another day, overlooked by the upcoming holiday, but to Dracul, it marked a far greater event …

“It is for his birthday, which is in only a few short days.”

As horrible as it was to think about, this would be the first time Dracul was present to celebrate the day with him, having missed all the others, including his actual day of birth. He wanted to do something special for his boy to make up for all the birthdays he had missed.

The toymaker nodded his head in understanding. “Did you have anything in mind that you would like to give him?”

Dracul lowered his head slightly in shame. “That is part of the problem. I haven’t the slightest clue what he would want,” he explained. “I have had such a short amount of time to get to know him. I fear that I shall never know him like a proper father ought to.”

“You love him, don’t you?”

Dracul looked down at the elderly man in confusion. What kind of question was that? “Of course I love him. He is my one and only son. I would do anything to make him happy.”

The toymaker smiled with satisfaction, pleased with the answer he had received. “Then allow me to give you a piece of advice,” he said. “Rather than having me make him something, you should give him something personal … Something from the heart … The size of a gift does not matter, but rather it is the memories contained in the item that matters most.”

Dracul considered the old man’s words. He had to admit that the old man was wise. It was good advice. However, what could he possibly give his son that would mean something to him? To get an understanding of what he may like, he tried to put himself in his son’s shoes.

It didn’t take him long to realize that his son’s early years must have been a lot like his own. Raised as an orphan, whose parents were presumed to be dead, Dracul had often felt alone, wondering what his parents were like and what had truly happened to them. He imagined that his son must have wondered the same things as a child.

That was when it hit him! Dracul had very few possessions dating back to his human life, seeing as he didn’t have many possessions in general at the time. However, there was one trinket in particular that he had retrieved before embarking on his quest to defeat the Lords of Shadow. For the last thousand years, it had served as a memento of his beloved …

A part of him didn’t want to part with it, but at the same time, he thought it to be a perfect gift for his son. It was the kind of gift that the toymaker had described. After a few moments of contemplation, he made up his mind. If this gift would bring happiness to his son, then it was more than worth it. Besides, Alucard would take good care of it. Of that, he had no doubt.

“You have been of help,” Dracul complimented the elderly toymaker. “Your words are wise. I shall take your advice.”

The toymaker merely bowed in reply.

Dracul turned and started to leave, but stopped as he reached the door. “I have heard that many families lost their homes as a result of the attacks on the city. My son claims that there are many parents with children who remain in the underground camp. I’m sure they would appreciate some toys.”

Dracul could not see the old man’s face, but he was sure there was a big smile on it.

“Thank you, my lord. I shall get to work on that right away.”

Then Dracul was gone.

~~~

A few days later, Alucard awoke to find a note left on the ledge of his stone coffin. Letting out a small yawn, he sat up and examined the note’s contents, immediately recognizing his father’s handwriting. It read;

‘Alucard,

Come find me in the library when you wake up. I have something for you.’

Alucard couldn’t deny that he was left curious by the strange note. What was his father up to? What could his father possibly have to give to him? Usually, his father came to speak with him in person. The fact that his father had left a note requesting that Alucard come to him was quite odd. He puzzled over it for a moment, but shrugged it off, unable to come up with any ideas.

Without delay, he climbed out of his coffin and quickly dressed, donning a green button-down shirt and a pair of simple black trousers before leaving his room. Stopping for a moment to see if he could sense his father’s presence, he realized that Dracul was indeed in the library just as the note said, and much to his surprise, he wasn’t alone. He could both sense and smell many of his servants in there as well.

He debated over whether he should wait for the servants to leave before going to see his father but in the end decided to go anyway, figuring that they would leave shortly after he arrived anyway.

The soft patter of bare feet against the cold stone floor filled the otherwise silent hall as he made his way to the very end of it. The cathedral itself wasn’t that big, especially not when compared to the former castle, but it was big enough for the two of them. Though, it would probably get bigger before his father was finished. In addition to the renovations being done, his father had also mentioned the possibility of adding onto the building, giving both of them bigger bedrooms.

Pulling open the door, he was surprised to find all of the servants standing there waiting for him. “Happy Birthday!” They shouted all together.

Alucard froze in shock. To say that he hadn’t been expecting this was an understatement. He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in centuries. He hadn’t even fully realized it was his birthday until that moment. Clearly, his father had remembered. The library was heavily decorated with balloons scattered about and streamers dangling from the bookcases. There was even a punch bowl filled with monster blood.

He was speechless … absolutely speechless … He had seen humans throw birthday parties like this for their loved ones, mostly younger children, but he had never had one thrown for him before. A part of him thought it strange to throw a birthday party for a vampire who had lived for over a thousand years, but at the same time, it felt nice. It made him feel a bit less like a vampire and a bit more human, minus the punch bowl filled with blood.

Eventually, he managed to stagger forward, looking around in awe. The servants smiled at him as his eyes passed over them, however, there was one face in particular that he was looking for.

Just then, the servants parted, revealing Dracul behind them. Crossing the distance between them, Alucard went to meet his father.

“Happy birthday, son,” he said, a smile spreading across his face as he held out a small neatly-wrapped box. “I hope you like it.”

Raising a brow at his father, Alucard took the box and carefully unwrapped it, pulling the lid of the box off. Inside was a dainty silver pendant with a flower detailed on the front. He was initially confused as to why his father would give him such a gift, but then he flipped it over and the significance of the gift dawned on him. Engraved on the back of the pendant were two names … Gabriel and Marie …

“This pendant belonged to mother,” he stated.

Dracul nodded his head, motioning for the servants to leave. It was only after every last one of them was gone from the room that the elder vampire spoke again.

“When I was but nineteen years old, I saved up what money I had and purchased this as a gift for your mother, to show her just how much she meant to me,” he explained. “I have kept it to remember her by all these years, but now I want you to have it, as I realize that you got even less time with her than I did.”

Alucard didn’t know what to say in reply to that. He felt happy … happier than he had felt in a long time … He had always wished he had something to remember his mother by, to remind him that she really had existed and wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. Not only did the pendant prove his mother’s existence, but it also proved that his father did love him, even if he wasn’t always the best at showing it.

Knowing that no one else was in the room to see, Alucard reached out and wrapped his arms around his father, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, father,” he said. “I love it.”

“I’m glad,” Dracul replied, returning the hug.

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The Air You Breathe {CH} 2

Previous Chapters: One

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THE WEDDING WAS BEAUTIFUL, as to be expected. Since David had a lot of money their wedding was extravagant and huge. It was held in a barn, with fairy lights and streamers hanging from the ceiling. The actual wedding ceremony was held in a church, like Melinda wanted, and it was filled with people. Most people April knew, like her family members, family friends, and her mother’s coworkers, and some people she didn’t know like David’s family members, friends, and whoever the hell else he invited.

April was her mother’s maid of honor, which meant she was in charge of making sure everything with her mother and the bridesmaids was going smoothly. It was hectic, but making sure her mother was happy and her wedding was perfect was April’s job and even though she had had a few glasses of champagne, she was still stressed.

Calum, on the other hand, had no responsibilities as the best man of his father. And even if he did, he didn’t do them. He wasn’t thrilled at the thought of the wedding and being in it and walking down the aisle with April was the last thing he wanted to do, but he didn’t want to disappoint his father. So, as his dad got ready and dealt with everything, Calum sat on the couch in the grooms men room with his best friends and downed two glasses of whiskey. If he was going to endure this wedding, he had to be buzzed.

After the ceremony, everybody made their way to the barn and found their respective tables. Of course, the braids maid and her date- Nevada, and the best man, the bride and groom, and Mali all sat together, along with Melinda’s sister and brother and David’s brother. Mali stood up, clearing her throat and tapping a metal fork against her flute of champagne to get everybody’s attention.

She gave a short speech, one that April didn’t listen to intently, one that she didn’t care to listen to. She briefly heard the words father and brother and an ‘I love you’ thrown in there, but other than that, she tuned the speech out. Until her name was mentioned. “Now, the maid of honor and daughter of the bride, April, would you like to say a few words?”

April’s eyes widened and she shot her mother a look, receiving a look back that told her she would have to make a speech. She stood up nervously, trying not to wipe her sweaty palms on the very expensive dress she had on. April absolutely hated public speaking and everybody who knew her knew that. So a speech, in front of about a hundred people, most of which she didn’t know, had her more nervous than she had ever been.

“Uh, hi.” April cleared her throat. “I didn’t really rehearse this, so bare with me.” She got a few laughs, mostly from her family members and she bit her lip, trying to wrack her brain for something, for anything, to say. “I just wanted to start off by saying thank you to everybody for coming and celebrating with us. It means a lot. And mom,” April looked down at her mother. “I’m glad you found love after dad passed away.”

Calum’s eyes widened at the mention of April’s father. He didn’t know anything about him, never cared to listen to what his own father had to say about him, and seeing the sad smile on April’s face almost had Calum feeling bad about being so mean to her without knowing anything about her.

“David, I’m happy that you make my mom so happy and uh,” April plastered a fake smile on her face, trying to make it as believable as possible. “Welcome to the family.”

Everyone clapped and April turned the microphone off and sat back down instantly, chugging down the rest of the champagne that was in her flute. She was pissed that Mali put her on the spot like that, but she couldn’t be too angry at her since she didn’t know about her fear of public speaking, she didn’t know anything about her at all, really.

“And now!” The DJ spoke into his own microphone. “The bride and groom’s first dance!”

April let out a relieved breath now that none of the attention was on her and resumed her conversation with Nevada. She wasn’t planning on dancing, not yet, she was way too sober for that, but Calum had different plans. Clearing his throat, he caught April’s attention. “My dad told me that we have to dance to at least one song. Y’know, the whole maid of honor and best man shit.”

April rolled her eyes at Calum’s distasteful tone, but finished her newest glass of champagne before getting up. She shot Nevada a look that screamed help me, but her best friend simply shot her a thumbs up and a wink. The pair never made eye contact as April wrapped her arms around Calum’s neck and his hands rested on her hips.

Calum finally broke the silence with a smirk and a cocky tone. “Nice speech.”

April’s head snapped to Calum from where her mother and her new husband, April’s now stepfather, were dancing, and narrowed her eyes at him. “Shut up. I don’t like public speaking. I’m blaming your sister for my horribly unprepared speech.”

“Welcome to the club. I blame her for everything,” Calum snorted and April rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but laugh. Her eyes returned to her mother, smiling at how beautiful she looked, and Calum took that as his opportunity to get a good look at April. Her makeup was light, but noticeable, and the color of lipstick she had on made her blue eyes pop. Her hair was in a half-up-half-down style, the front pinned back so her neck and chest were on display and Calum bit his lip as his eyes trailed down her face to her chest, smirking at the little bit of cleavage that was spilling out of her dress.

“Why are you staring at me?” April tilted her head to the side, this time she was the one with a cocky smirk on her face since she had just caught Calum red handed checking her out. She was glad that she was smooth enough to check him out without him noticing.

“Just tryin’ to figure out how I’m going to survive living under the same roof as you for three months.” Calum shrugged nonchalantly and April scoffed. She couldn’t figure out why Calum acted like an asshole, why he didn’t like her. She wasn’t a huge fan of him, but only because he was a dick to her for no reason.

As the slow song ended, April dropped her arms from his shoulders and took a step back from him. Scowling, she spoke. “Good luck with that. Let me know if you end up figuring it out.” She spun around, her dress spinning along with her, and walked with a purpose to the bar. She wasn’t going to deal with his asshole behavior if she didn’t have to.

“Damn,” Luke’s voice sounded through Calum’s ears and he cocked an eyebrow at his best friend. He followed Luke’s eyes, landing on April leaning against the bar with Nevada with a drink and a shot in her hand, laughing animatedly at something the bartender was saying. “She’s hot.”

Calum agreed with Luke wholeheartedly, but he couldn’t let his best friend know that, so he masked it with hatred. “She’s a bitch.”

Luke laughed into his drink and shook his head. “You don’t even know her, Cal. You’re just pissed that there’s no chance of your mom and dad getting back together.” Luke clapped Calum’s shoulder, getting ready to walk away, but adding, “Don’t take it out on her just because you’re pissed at your dad. That’s just goin’ to make your summer miserable.”

Luke walked away, leaving Calum with his thoughts, mumbling to himself, “I already am miserable.”

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The hotel bar was empty, minus April and a few random men that she was drunkenly flirting with. Everybody, including Nevada, went to sleep once they got back to the hotel from the reception. It was nearing two-thirty in the morning, and April was more than drunk enough. She should have gone to bed, but she wanted to more alcohol, so she found herself at the hotel bar.

“Want to come up to my room, love?” One of the men who had been flirting with her asked. He was older, looking like he was in his forties, and had instantly taken the open seat next to April when he walked in the hotel. He rested his hand on her thigh and let it trail up higher, but April pushed it away before it reached the place he wanted it to.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m good.”

“Oh, come on.” His hand returned to her thigh, higher up this time, and April looked at him expectantly. Was he seriously still trying to hit on her after she said no? She took that as her cue to leave.

“Yeah, no.” April pushed his hand off again and stood up to leave the bar, knowing she should have left hours ago. She didn’t have to worry about closing her tab out since said guy had been offering to pay for her drinks and paid her tab that only consisted of two drinks.

As April tried to walk away, the guy gripped her upper arm and pulled her into him. “You’re really going to leave me hanging after I bought you all those drinks?”

“Um, you buying me drinks does not equal you getting into my pants. So, yeah, I am going to leave you hangin’.” She tried to pry her arm out of his grip, but the angrier he got the harder it tightened. There would most definitely be a bruise.

“Then what does it mean? Huh?”

April looked around for any sign of help, but realized that they were now the only two in the bar, even the bartender was nowhere to be found to save her. “Get off of me.”

“Not happening.” The grip tightened and April visibly winced in pain. Was this seriously happening? “I bought you drinks so you give me something in return. That’s how this works.”

Suddenly, he was being pulled off of her and shoved to the other end of the bar. April stumbled backwards, nearly falling since she was intoxicated and the heels on her feet did nothing to help with that, but a grip on her, lighter this time, steadied her from falling and she looked up to see Calum standing there. Once Calum made sure April was steady and far away, he approached the man.

“When a lady says get off of her, you get the fuck off of her.” Calum looked down at him, since he was much shorter than Calum was, and titled his head to the side. Cocking an eyebrow, he taunted the man. “Are you deaf or just stupid?”

Without a word, the guy scurried off, leaving Calum and April. Calum was pissed, as to be expected. Sure, he wasn’t a huge fan of April, but he wasn’t going to stand by and let some random guy manhandle her and try to force her up to his room. No way in hell was he ever going to let that happen to any girl.

“You okay?” He finally asked her. He could see the fear on her face and in her eyes and he knew now wasn’t the time to be an asshole and scold her for drinking so much alone, so he let it go. For now.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” April nodded her head, trying not to let it show how much it affected her, but Calum could tell. He watched as she grabbed her clutch with shaky hands and run her fingers through her hair that she had unclipped earlier in the night. “Thank you for that.”

“No problem. Let’s go, you should probably sleep off the alcohol.”

The two made their way to the elevator, riding it up in silence, and Calum walked April to her room, making sure she got in safe. They said their good-nights and Calum walked to his own room, thinking about how hard it was going to be to keep his composure around her for three months.

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