#so i might play more games yay

[lunartangels]

continuing the tradition of posting fanart of completely different fandoms today i bring you castlevania: harmony of dissonance fanart (its extra shitty today i am tired ok)

[seaofreverie]

I was about to start throwing plates because even though hours have passed, the messages on my deco my tree just wouldn't load and in all honesty I was looking forward to reading those more than getting my christmas presents. But looks like making an account on another sketchy website that was linked on that already also sketchy website did give me access to the messages finally. The only problem is that i can't see who they're from but also they seem to be chronological so I think I can figure it out lol. So after some frustrations i can finally say that i have read them and they were really sweet and nice.... so, thank you friends!!!!! 💝 I hope your holidays were great too. And moral of the story is don't trust random websites like these with something that's sort of personal to you idk

[automatonknight]

id: a digital drawing of a blue engineer and walenty-an original character. walenty is pale, has long, black hair with horns, a tail and claws. he's wearing square glasses, fingerless gloves, a green, floral shirt over a black tank top and black shorts and shoes. kit is holding a fishing rod in kits right hand. engineer is wearing his hardhat and goggles, a blue shirt, dark blue overalls and brown boots. he also has a fishing rod swung over his shoulder. he and walenty are walking next to eachother, with walenty on the left and engie on the right. the background shows a pine forest. end id

[bakenekobyte]

proseka movie was a fun experience. I brought the creature and mizuki. unfortunately no poster or standee displays at my location to take pictures with though 💔

[orcelito]

Bought a stupid suit thing. Disgustang.

[dravidious]

Making a level 0 Lancer character just to try it out and I wanted to make a kinda support character, so I ended up with a playstyle that does stuff like using Lock On to support allies, and also placing drones and using tech attacks. When it came time to pick my weapons, I realized I probably won't actually be shooting them too often, so weapons that require reloading won't have that much of a downside.

And that's how my support character ended up wielding a pair of Missile Racks and a Superheavy Cyclone Pulse Rifle.

[velvetjune]

I love the ambiguous ending of Alan Wake 2. This might be because I interpreted it optimistically, but the reveal that Alice is still around and has been the one helping Alan and Saga in the dark place was incredible after the despair of seeing her last video messages. and for that to lead to Alan (and the player) realizing it’s not a loop, but a spiral—that he’s not doomed to forever be trapped, but that he can rise out of this. This acknowledgment by Alan was the first step towards that ascension, rather than spiraling into further self-destruction. It might not have been a definite answer, but it was hopeful.

The Logan phone call cliffhanger was painful to end at, but for the same hopeful reasons and Saga having battled the dark place amplifying her existing doubts and anxieties, I’m choosing to believe Logan is safe! I still want more answers in the future, since multiple people are now in the dark place and characters like Mr. Door and Zane remain mysterious, but I like that this game wasn’t as clear as ’Alan escapes the dark place.’ It was an exploration of what the dark place is (to different people), being an artist, self-destruction and doubt, and so much more. Despite the first and second game both ending in the dark place, the journey and development the characters went through made a world of difference for what could possibly come next.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <33

[sea-me-now]

i’m glad i finally watched the direct from today because a new game where all of the characters are bugs!!!!!!! my favorite genre of game in which not enough exist!!!!!

[anothermonikan]

My mind is like so clear rn about what actually bothers me about Downpours canonicity status right now but I'm supposed to be getting comfy so I can't. Go on too much of a ramble

[gojoscinnamonroll]

personal trainer! sylus who's slowly being driven over the edge by the way your body slightly rubs against his during sets and especially when your glutes rub against the print in his black gym shorts.

there was something about him that made him so seductive—his biceps and the way he would look when he was shirtless. my goodness, he might as well just model for calvin klein. the way he also gently holds your hips when spotting you and talks you through reps was just the cherry on top.

the tension between the two of you was definitely there. and you knew you had to break it. so, the next time he spotted you during high back bar squats, you squatted your bum just a little more onto him than usual, swiping against the length in his shorts for a long second.

he chuckles. "careful there, sweetie. you're playing a very dangerous game."

later, what was supposed to be a water break, turned into a fuck break? your back against the locker in the locker room while sylus was bucking his hips into you and sloppily kissing you.

“you don’t know how much i needed this. you feel even better than what i imagined.” he groaned into your ear as he bit it.

your felt your orgasm coming in shockwaves– the more he would lick against your skin, the more it felt like you were going to explode. he gave one final thrust into you that made you cum like never before and the moans he let out as he filled you up with his seed was like music to your ears.

he gave you a breathy kiss to your cheek before he smirked and whispered,

“care to take this back to mines sweetie? this was just the pre-workout, don’t tell me your finished already.”

-

a/n: first lads fic YAY and its lowkey unedited sooo bye running away!!

🏷️: @webism @beaniefish @yemmuis

[wonderjanga]

Competitive

Billy gets strangely competitive when it comes to sports and only sports. He can get thrashed in five different ways by five different people each in five different card or boardgames and he’s fine, but the moment he loses a darn frisbee game he’ll try to crash out. Point is, he’s strangely competitive.

Like the time the JL was playing Shirts vs. Skins football. Marvel was obviously on the shirts team because his costume doesn’t come off.

Supes: “I got it!” *catches the ball*

Marvel: *tackles him through a wall*

As the JL looked from the damaged wall to each other, and then back to the damaged wall, they just hear a loud “WHAT WARRANTED THAT??” from Clark.

or

Flash and Marvel: *playing air hockey*

Marvel: *getting frustrated that he can’t score a goal because Flash keeps blocking*

Flash: *getting slightly scared because Marvel keeps hitting it to him harder and harder*

Marvel: *hits it to Flash super hard*

Flash: *tries to block it but his little hand thingy breaks* “Dude!”

Marvel: *all he knows it that he scored* “Yay!”

Turns out Flash injured a few fingers during that so Billy immediately felt bad afterwords and made him a bunch of pies.

or

YJ and Marvel: *playing basketball*

Marvel: *dunking on these poor kids* “You guys might have to all work together at this point.”

YJ: *everyone on Marvel’s team defects to the other team*

Marvel: *gasps like he literally didn’t suggest they do that* “Wow! I didn’t know I had a bunch of traitors on my team.”

He continued to dunk on them. They even got to a point of using their powers to try and win. That didn’t work and he just got more disrespectful with the way he would score. It can be disheartening to watch to watch the kindest man you know, suddenly push your head down like your five just so he can throw a ball into a hoop.

He took them out for ice cream after.

or

Green Arrow(GA) and Marvel: *playing golf*

Marvel: *not even trying to score and is just knocking his ball away*

GA: *getting more mad as he does this*

They ended up doing this for about 10 minutes until Marvel accidentally got his ball to go into the hole. GA promptly left after saying, and Billy quotes, “Fuck this, and fuck you!”

They got burgers afterword.

[delugyu]

bsf kai and dry humping send tweet

ohhh anon u get me so well 😇

(wc: 2.3k / warnings: college au, virgin loser kai, corruption kink, some humiliation, dry humping, cumming in pants)

Hanging out with Kai is usually a very routine thing: you get food somewhere around campus, you bring him back to your dorm, and you talk for hours until he decides to leave—or until you convince him to go to some frat party with you.

“This sucks. I need to stop saying yes to you all the time.” His words make you laugh. You both know he’ll never stop saying yes to you.

“You might enjoy things more if you actually try to have fun,” you say. “Or if you have one of these.” You hold your plastic cup out to him until he takes it from you, staring at it like it’s some foreign object.

“I don’t drink,” he finally replies, looking up at you again. It’s funny how awkward he looks with the drink in his hand. He’s so stiff and uncomfortable.

“Liar. We got wasted together last month.”

He flushes red at your callout. “That’s different! It was only us!”

You roll your eyes. “Everyone’s drunk here. What difference does it make?”

Kai pouts and looks off to the rest of the people. Everyone’s dancing and singing and playing drinking games, meanwhile you and Kai are stuck leaning against some wall where no fun is going on. Boring! You take his arm and start pulling him towards the party, throwing him a grin over your shoulder as his eyes bug out at your boldness.

You stop when you’re deep enough into the crowd, turning to Kai expectantly. You laugh when you notice how tense he is. It’s like he forgot how to move his body like a normal human.

“Chug this!” you shout over the music, poking the cup that’s still in his hand. He looks around like he’s scared he’ll get caught doing something bad. You sigh, “Fine, don’t. Give me that.” You take the cup back from his hand and swallow the rest of the liquor. You hiss at the burn in your throat before throwing the empty cup over his shoulder, not caring where it lands.

Kai’s head turns to follow the cup’s movement, but you bring his attention back to you with a hand on his face. “Shouldn’t we pick that up?” he asks, even as you’re squishing his cheeks together in your hand.

“Let the frat boys take care of it tomorrow,” you say. He looks like he’s about to argue against that, so you continue before he can, “Do you want to dance?”

He’s taken aback. Your hand drops from his face to his shoulder, resting there as he figures out his answer. “Dance? I don’t—I’m not really”—

“You don’t want to dance with me?” You pout, trying to tug at his heartstrings. He opens and closes his mouth stupidly, and it makes you giggle. You put your other hand on his chest and blink innocently at him.

“I’ll dance with you,” he answers, cracking under the pressure like you knew he would. As previously established: he will always say yes to you.

“Yay!” Your smile must be lighting up the whole room with how much joy you feel. You tug Kai closer to you, trying to get him into position, but he keeps his hands still as stone beside him. “Kai. Hands here,” you say as you guide them to your hips.

“Oh. Sorry.” You hold in your laugh, not wanting to fluster him too much.

“It’s okay. I forgive you,” you tease, poking his nose. The two of you stand there unmoving, and it’s cute at first, but you get a little tired of it after a minute. You let the music guide your hips, singing along to the song and enjoying yourself. Kai is more like an accessory than a dance partner with how he just watches you.

You trail your finger down his chest, trying to encourage him to be a little more playful and let loose. It seems to have the opposite effect—his hands go stiff on your hips, fingers digging in.

“Have fun! Don’t think about it so much,” you say before swaying again. You try moving closer to him so your bodies press together, but he takes a step back. You pull your eyebrows together, looking at him in question.

“I-I’m probably not the best person to dance with,” he stammers out. You roll your eyes.

“Getting all awkward with me now? Come on, I thought we were closer than that.” Your faux pout returns to your face, but it leaves when you see the frown on his. Oh no, you didn’t embarrass him, did you?

You’re quick to try to fix your mistake. “Or not! We can always sing. I like singing too.”

His frown doesn’t leave his face. Okay, no singing! That’s fine too! You try thinking of something else.

“We can find an empty room and just hang out there?” you suggest, figuring he might not want to be surrounded by all these people anymore.

His face finally morphs into something less pitiful. You almost sigh in relief. “Let’s do that,” he says.

You push your way through the crowd until you’ve made it to the stairs. You groan when you see the endless sea of couples making out on them. You’d yell at them to get a room, but you don’t want them to take one from you and Kai.

“Sorry, coming through, don’t mind us,” you say as you squeeze past everyone.

“Oh my god. Stop,” Kai says, embarrassed. You wonder what it must feel like to care so much what people think of you.

You walk down the hall until you find an open room, bolting to it with a victorious cheer. Kai doesn’t follow with as much enthusiasm as you, but he still looks happy enough to be alone with you finally. You lock the door and turn on the light, looking around the room.

“Oh yeah. This place screams male college student,” you say, walking around the room. You pick up a bottle of lotion on the desk. “Seriously? Shameless,” you tsk.

“You probably shouldn’t go through people’s stuff,” Kai says. You turn to him, seeing him already sitting on the bed. He’s got a pillow thrown over his lap. You raise your eyebrow at that.

“You see a bottle of lotion and feel a little tingle down there?” His face glows red at your insinuation.

“No!!!” he retaliates, voice squeaking.

“Then what’s that about?” you say through barely held-back laughter. He hides his face in his hands. You almost want to coo at him. You join him on the bed and push his hands away from his face. He can barely make eye contact with you. “Hellooooo?” you giggle.

When he doesn’t respond, you try moving the pillow away yourself—you’re in a teasing mood—but Kai holds the pillow firmly against him. You really can’t contain your laughter now.

“Are you seriously hard right now?!” You find the situation so amusing. “From what?”

He whines and leans down until his face is buried in the mattress. You almost feel bad for torturing him so much, but he signed up for this when he became your best friend.

“From you,” he murmurs into the blankets, so muffled that you’re not sure you heard him right. You lift his head up a bit by his hair.

“Come again?” you prompt.

His face is still bright red. “When we were dancing. I just… ugh.” You go silent at that for a second. He’s hard because you danced with him..?

“That’s kinda hot.” It slips out before you can catch it. Not that you would have held it back, anyway.

He perks up when you say that. “What?” he asks.

“It’s hot that you got hard from that. Makes me feel good, actually,” you laugh, but it doesn’t sound teasing anymore. Kai straightens himself out, sitting up completely. He stares at you like he’s trying to decide if you’re pulling a prank on him or not.

You guess you’ll have to help him see how much you mean it. You swipe the pillow from his lap. He scrambles for it back, but you’re too quick for him this time. You giggle when your eyes land on his bulge.

“I’m sorry. I’m really not a pervert. I’m just…” he struggles to finish his thought. He bites his lip and looks away.

“Just what?” you ask, still hanging onto his words. His eyes meet yours, afraid to make his confession.

“A virgin,” he whispers.

Oh. A beat of silence follows. Something very evil and sinister creeps into your mind—nothing unusual—but this time, it’s centered around defiling your best friend. You had no clue that all this time he was a little virgin!

“Isn’t that so cute?” you coo, crawling up to him. He backs up, propping himself up on his elbows as you invade his space. He stutters out your name, looking at you with wide eyes. You smile down at him, tracing your hand down his chest much like you did earlier.

“Cute?” he asks, all breathy and nervous. You really try so hard not to smirk like an evil bitch at that, but you can’t help it. You are kind of an evil bitch.

“So cute,” you say. He gulps when your hand keeps traversing down his torso. His eyes follow your fingers down, down, down, until they reach his pants. Your hand dances along the front of his jeans, just lightly tracing over the button and hem.

Your pussy’s throbbing now, delighted at the thought of making Kai squirm beneath you. You meet his eyes with a whole lot of hope, praying he’ll let you have your fun. He shrinks a bit under your eager gaze.

“Can we help each other out?” you ask, crawling over him even more until your hips are hovering over his lap. Your noses touch, and you feel his shaking breaths on your face. You brush his hair back, wanting to put your hands all over him.

“I don’t know how to… help… a woman…” he admits meekly. It takes all your effort to not smother his face with kisses.

“Just lay down, I’ll take care of it,” you say sweetly. He blinks up at you, looking so much like a doll that it just makes you want to ruin him even more. As soon as he lays back, you push your hips down to meet his. His reaction is immediate, giving you a loud whine already.

“Such sweet sounds,” you praise as you start rocking your hips gently against him. He drops his mouth open, panting as you move just barely over him. You take his hands into yours, lacing your fingers together and holding his hands beside his head. “My cute best friend,” you coo, making him look away. That just endears you more.

“You’re embarrassing me,” he mutters, making you laugh. You kiss his jaw.

“My sweet Kai~” You seriously can’t stop yourself, the words spill out of you so freely. He can handle a bit of embarrassment, it’s okay.

You let yourself admire the view for a minute before leaning back to gain more control of your movements. You roll your hips as you grind against him, letting out a content sigh when your clit gets some stimulation. Kai whimpers when you speed up just a bit, trying to get a little more pleasure out of this.

“Y-you’re cute, too…” Kai says, then gasps at your hips rolling harder against him. “Like that, please, don’t stop!” he urges, looking up at you desperately.

How could you say no to that? You keep up your pace, making sure to keep him whining and moaning. “I’m glad you think I’m cute,” you say. Your hand moves up to play with your tits, twisting and pinching your nipples to get yourself there faster. You moan when Kai’s hips jolt underneath you.

His breath is hitching and his hips keep pushing up further into you. You grin, excited to push him over the edge. “Is my Kai gonna cum? Gonna make a mess in your pants like a virgin?”

“Mhm,” he hums out in response, nodding rapidly. You hasten your pace against him, pressing into him harder, moaning above him as you do. Your clit throbs with every roll, encouraging you to grind more deeply to reach your high.

“Cum for me, baby, tell me how good it feels,” you say, trying to get him to spill in his jeans. It seems to work, judging by the way he pushes his hips up against you as much as he can, so much that you feel the way his cock twitches in his jeans. It makes your head spin.

“Feels good! Ah, feels so good! Thank you, thank you!” His cries are what finally push you over the edge, hips stuttering as your legs tighten against him, muscles contracting as your orgasm rips through you. You’re left panting and trying to ride out your orgasm, letting your hips move sloppily against his until you’re both shaking from overstimulation. You slow down gradually, regaining your composure as the lustful haze clears the room.

“Fuck,” you groan, fully coming to a stop. Kai sits up and buries his head in your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he repeats like he’s agreeing. His chest heaves as he gets his breathing back under control. You tangle your hand in his hair, mindlessly playing with it as he breathes softly against you.

“So… virgin, huh?” you ask, grinning wickedly. Kai rolls his eyes.

“Spare me the jokes,” he says. “You already made me cum my brains out. Thanks for ruining my jeans, by the way.”

“That was all you.” You pat him on the back. “Now you’re one step closer to getting pussy. Look at you go, champ.”

He groans and leans further into you. “You’re the worst.”

“Uh-huh. Not what you said five minutes ago.”

“You were still the worst then, too,” Kai deadpans, making you laugh.

“You love me so much, don’t lie.”

“I do,” he says, joining in with your laughter.

[quarterlifekitty]

Something, something, König picking up gaming in his free time, not uncommon for an older guy especially with a cute little thing who has a nice set up for gaming and he absolutely takes to it with flying colours. Kinda pissing you off how he’s gotten leagues better than you at one of your favourites in such a short amount of time. So when that skin you absolutely NEED drops you’re going insane grinding for it. It’s frustrating too because all the sweats have come out of the woodwork to grind for it too, leading to a lot of swearing and groaning on your end, coincidentally, König’s free time aligns and he’s more than happy to help you grind the tougher parts if you sit pretty on his lap and drain his pent cock.

What’s better than two stress relievers when he comes home from a high tension workplace environment?

(Bonus points if he’s your weird online long distance boyfriend who definitely told you an age younger than what’s on his ID and the place he comes home to is just your apartment that he decided was his too.)

Brother. The way this ask is in my mind. I would like to preface this by saying if you or a loved one is playing a video game with microtransactions and limited edition skin drops it’s not too late to get help. We can beat this together.

cw: he’s kind of a creep in this. Red flags abound. Somno/dubcon type stuff

Gonna make a couple of amendments to this one if that’s ok. 1) König is never going to be a god gamer because his hands are too fucking big and also I WANNA BE THE DOMINANT GAMER IN THE RELATIONSHIP. My ass is carrying HIM in apex. I don’t care that he knows how to shoot real guns. Don’t take this away from me

2) while he didn’t outright lie about his age, he did not say shit that would lead you to believe this man was over 40. He shared very few details about his personal life. Just that he was in the military, Austrian, and now? A gamer. Those are all the hallmarks of being a man in his 20s! Except the Austrian thing— that can happen to anyone.

I like to imagine he treats you like his discord kitten tho. You ask how old he is and he’s like “I’m an adult, if that’s what you’re worried about” or “old enough” or “don’t worry about it” and you say “okay 💖 yay 💖”

And he’s 100% your sugar daddy. Constantly buying you games just so you can co-op with him, gifting you in-game currency to spend on battle passes, absolutely ravaging your wishlist— steam, amazon, or otherwise.

He finds himself in your area for work and you tell him your address so he can meet up with you.

And you’re kind of a stupid femcel so when this dude shows up at your door, almost seven feet tall and wearing a surgical mask, scarred face with a healthy grey streak in his hair, it’s not setting off any alarm bells. There’s like at least 5 red flags here but you’re colorblind and inviting him in.

You didn’t realize that he was planning on staying with you while he was in the area. You also didn’t realize that the moment he found out he’d be stationed near you, he decided it was time to take your relationship to the next level.

Which is how you end up stretched out on his cock on the same day that you met in person for the first time, with him grunting in your ear about how he dreamed of this— thought of it every time he jerked off when you fell asleep during a discord call. He could tell just from your voice that you’d be pretty and soft and tight and perfect for him— and he was ready to settle down.

Good thing you didn’t really have any plans for the rest of your life, or you might find how fast he moves a little scary.

So it makes sense that you’re still a little shy. Too nervous to initiate things usually. So he just has to motivate you a little.

This skin’s an exclusive, can’t be earned with currency, and available as a drop for just 7 days. You can’t put in the hours to get it on your own, not to mention how tedious it is, and it can’t be bought. But it’s so cute.

So he makes the offer. He’ll spend his precious leave time helping you earn it if you keep his cock warm while he does it. He’d initially planned on using that time to rearrange your guts, so you’re gonna have to make it worth his while.

And maybe you exaggerate a little. You’re used to saying these things over calls— where nothing has any repercussions in the real world. Where you can promise anything from the safety of being on a screen a world away.

You tell him you’ll let him do whatever he wants to you if he can get that skin for you. After a moment you realize the implications of saying that to someone who can and will hold you down and make out with your cervix using the tip of his cock.

He borrows one of your elastics to tie back his hair.

He’s gonna get you that skin. And then he’s gonna get you pregnant.

You did say anything.

[nmakii]

nagi loves when you blow up his phone. the undeniable smile that decorates his face when he sees the 18 messages you sent him.

my only 💗: SEISHIIIIIII

my only 💗: U HAVE TO PLAY THIS GAME!!!!

my only 💗: ITS CALLED MARRIED IN RED

my only 💗: JS HEAR ME OUT

my only 💗: GO BOKSU.

my only 💗: SHES SSSOOOO FINE

my only 💗: SEI IK THIS ISNT UR TYPE OF GAME

my only 💗: GAMEPLAY IS 40 MIN MAX AND MECHANICS ARE REALLY EASY SO IT MIGHT BE EZ TO A GAMER LIKE U

my only 💗: BUT…. 🥹🥹🥹

my only 💗: STORYLINE!!!!!!!

nagi snored as his phone’s screen displayed the low battery warning. he had fallen asleep after rereading some of your old chats, and his screen was left on as his hand gripped on to the phone.

my only 💗: SEIIIII

my only 💗: WHY ARE YOU SEENZONING ME 😣😣😣😣😣

nagi fell asleep after he had procrastinated a project he had two weeks to do for far too long. ah, school was such a hassle… as he snuggled with his soft blanket, he suddenly became much more conscious, realizing the tension in his shoulders… or how his core hurt so badly… his whole body was sore… waking up was such a pain…

the uncomfortable feeling of it all was enough to wake nagi up from his 4 hour nap, and he quickly realizes that he fell asleep with his phone open.

now at 8%, he quickly moved to pull the charger on his bedside table closer to his bed, and connected it to his phone by the cable. now he could charge, and he could check his phone…

closing the displayed warning, he sees the wave of texts you sent him. and, he can’t deny the small curl of his lips that form into a tiny smile. your spam texting had always been a highlight of his day, especially when he wakes up. at this point, he’s begun to change his daily routine to include texting you and replying to your texts before logging in and claiming his mobile game dailies.

maybe this was what it is supposed to feel like when you have a girlfriend. he’s supposed to feel this way as your boyfriend, right?

me: sry baby :x

me: i fell asleep w my phone on,,,

he waits for you to reply, not even leaving the app. he constantly exits the chat to refresh. maybe his wifi was just the problem? you’re taking forever! he misses you already, he just hopes you don’t think he was actually ghosting you.

but, when that small seed of doubt is suddenly implanted, he’s worried. why are you taking so long? are you trying to be petty and ignore him for the same amount of time? are you… ah— you’re texting.

nagi’s mental turmoil seems to be stopped when the small subtext changes from ‘sent 4m ago’, into ‘typing…’

yay! he’s mentally rejoicing. as if that one change was his saving grace.

my only 💗: sei??? 😭😭😭

my only 💗: dont do that omg ur gonna burn a hole into ur mattress

me: ur right,,,

me: my phone is a bit hot lol

me: anyways,,, married in red ?

me: sounds a bit boring :x

my only 💗: 😦😦😦

my only 💗: u did NOT j say that

nagi smiles at his screen at how you begin to rant, as if he insulted your life and its purpose. he hates reading books— such a hassle. but, he always finds himself reading every single word of your rants— even sometimes backtracking and rereading to fully comprehend your words.

why is it that you make him put in more effort than necessary? is it because he likes making you happy? because of the way your face lights up when he mentions something you noted weeks before? maybe that was it.

but truth be told, he doesn’t really care about the reason. it’s simply something that has become a habit of his as of late. and now, he finds himself on itch.io downloading the same game you begged him to play. but, it was worth that bit of effort if it was for you…

[pearlzier]

tbh i think nerd!matt explaining fortnite terms, items.. guns.. ect to me would fix me

- 🧃

⠀⠀⠀ˑ   𓈒 𐔌  ㅤnerd.ᐟmatt  ×  nerd.ᐟreader   ͡꒱ ۫⠀

⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀your honour i love them !!! theyre so cutesy !!! also someone tell me if the layout is cute or not....... gdjdh yay :3 n also whether i should write more for these two gaspsies

YOU'D BEEN SAT BESIDE MATT as he played fortnite for a while now, maybe an hour or so. you didn't exactly want to bother him, so you'd been quiet for the most part. when matt plays fortnite, he takes it seriously, when he loses? yeah, he needs a little time to cool down after before he says things he's pretty sure he'll regret. his tongue idly flicks at the gum in his mouth, jaw working occasionally on it as he sits at the desk, meanwhile, his fingers deftly work at the mouse. your eyes linger on the veins on his hand a moment before you catch yourself, knowing he almost has a sixth sense for those sort of things.

eventually, he notices your silence. pushing back his headphones, he glances at you over his shoulder and gives you a soft smile. even though he was focusing on his game, he always preferred hearing your voice. "you're quiet, babe," he murmurs, multitasking glancing at you and also playing the game. you always wonder how he does it, but well, that's matt for you. "you okay?" his brow furrows a minute, biting his bottom lip before his head tilts to the side a little bit. at that, a soft smile plays on your lips, and you nod.

"yeah, yeah, just watchin' you," all you'd been doing was scrolling your phone, watching him. you were pretty content to be completely honest, but of course, you did want his attention. "m'not distractin' you, am i?" you say after a second, placing your phone down into your lap so you can focus your attention on him.

"distracting me?" matt scoffs, a quiet chuckle slipping past his lips. "in all respect, you're not exactly doin' anythin' to distract me," he teases softly, and his smile grows when he sees the way you roll your eyes. a warmth runs through him at the sight—god, he falls more and more in love with you each day, he's sure of it. "c'mere," he says, "missin' you." his voice goes a little quieter there, a tad bit needy in parts.

"needy," you retort, a giggle escaping you, but all the while, you get up and make your way over to him. his eyes rake over you, lingering at different parts of you. damn it, he loves the dorky little graphic tee that you're wearing, it suits you so damn well. "y'too far away," he's quiet for a minute, "if i asked you to sit on my lap would that be crazy?"

"might have to ask my lawyer," there's a playfully reluctant tone in your voice, and matt gasps, his mouth falling open with a little indignant noise. that in itself makes you giggle, and you peck a quick kiss to his forehead before planting yourself into his lap. matt leans back, letting you settle in his lap before he moves forward again to press his chest up against your back. shifting his weight beneath you, a soft sigh slips past his lips. "comfy?" he asks, head tilting to the side.

glancing back at him, you agree, "comfy," and he hums, resting his chin against your shoulder so he can look at the screen once more. wrapping his arms around you, he gets back to playing the game, humming occasionally. "gonna actually crash out if some kid starts campin' again," he scoffs, eyes rolling as he plays. your brows furrow a moment, a tad bit of confusion filling your gaze. "campin'?"

"y'know, people who stay in a certain area, jus' waitin' to kill you. campin', like they're settin' up a tent in a place just to shoot at ya," he explains it effortlessly, licking his lips after, not even giving it a second thought. he knows fortnite like the back of his hand, like he knows you. basically—he knows practically everything about it. "oh," you nod, biting your bottom lip before you release it with another nod. "you get it?" matt asks gently, wanting to make sure you understand what he's on about before he continues playing.

he enjoys telling you things about the stuff he likes, sharing his interests. though he knows you're not as into fortnite or gaming as he is, he knows you like learning things from him anyway. "okay, good, you'll be a pro in no time," he muses, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder before he glances back at the game again. you watch him, seeing how he doesn't have to focus all that much and still be damn goof at the game. it's admirable.

after a few minutes, he realises the warmth that ran through him when he'd explained what camping was. it was simple, shouldn't have meant as much to him as it did, but it did. he's quiet, quiet grunts coming from him as he plays before he's speaking again, voice soft, "y'know what a dub is, baby?" it's hard for him to hide how giddy this makes him, getting to teach you this stuff.

"uh.." immediate thought? like, the english voice overs for animes and stuff, but you're 99% sure that's not what he's talking about right now. "no," you say, once you've considered his words. "mmh, a dub is just a win, i guess. what, uh, about a one pump? in game, of course, uh.. not anythin' else," he knows you don't know this stuff, which makes it a little better for him. eyes lifting to yours, a soft smile plays on his plush lips, followed by a flush on his cheeks when he clears up any misconceptions.

"you're askin' me like m'supposed to know," the words are grumbled as they leave your mouth, but you smile, shaking your head. you're not exactly into video games like he is, he's a video game fiend. you literally have to rip him off his console to get him to sleep or to get him to leave the house. meanwhile, you've got your head buried in a book or eyes glued to your phone screen 'cause of some good fanfiction. you'd get him to read some fanfics with you one day, you're sure of it.

"there's uh," matt sits up, "one sec," he waits until he's shot some guy in the game, so he can focus on explaining to you as he hides out in some corner of the map. "i mean, it got vaulted, but there's a pump shotgun, right?" you nod, not exactly understanding what he means by vaulted, but sure. seemingly, he notices this, and he adds, "vaulted s'like, they're not in the weapon rotation right now. so taken out, like, to balance the loot pool. you followin' so far?" you're a little busy looking at the way the light in his eyes shimmers with every word he speaks, but you mumble a quiet, "uh-huh," in response to show you're listening.

"okay, yeah, so s'called the pump shotgun, so what d'ya think a one pump is?" damn matt and his ability to teach so well. no wonder he tutored people for some extra cash on the side, he was damn good at it.

"one pump?" you ask after a few seconds.

one corner of his lips flits up, into a small smirk. "that's right, yeah, one pump. think about it," matt encouages, leaning his head against your shoulder a little more before he adds on, "you got this. real simple. like.. a type of shot."

"one pump.. uh, takes one shot to kill someone in game? with the.. pump shotgun?" it's a wild guess of yours, you had no clue, a shot in the dark, to say the least. but to your surprise, it's right, and he practically beams. "you're so fuckin' smart," he sighs, a little giggle of his own escaping him. nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, he gives you a few gentle kisses as a little well done for getting it right. it was simple, sure, but he was so proud of you for getting it right.

"y'sure you haven't played fortnite before? might be even better than i am," matt mutters, and he revels in the way you laugh at his words. "you're laughin', i mean it!" he whines a little, poking you in the side which only causes you to laugh more. "mmh, okay, baby, whatever you say," though your words are a little muffled by the kisses you give him on his cheek, he hears you, and his smile only grows a lot more. "don't 'whatever you say' me.." he grumbles.

the moment is cut short however by him realising that the storm is closing in on him, and he quickly sits up, "oh, shit," he grabs the mouse again, "impromptu lesson on don't stay in the storm or y'die, you payin' attention? great."

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