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blu3-j · 11 months

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How about everyone from Welcome Home has a sleepover with the human Reader who just arrived in the neighborhood! What would happen if, while the reader is sleeping, he starts crying or says something like this in his sleep: "Please stop this hurting me" (poor reader is having a nightmare). Of course, his puppet friends are going to wake the reader up, but when the reader wakes up he says "no, look over there in the corner there's a monster and he's going to devour me" and after that the reader faints and goes back to sleep..

How would the puppets react? What would happen?

(( Sorry if it's confusing, it's just that I have Sleep Paralysis sometimes when I'm woken up by having a nightmare I see this scary entity that terrified me in my sleep next to me in bed, it's so scary because it seems so real, sometimes I I simply go back to sleep as if nothing happened and I don't remember that accident. ))

Night Horrors

Reader with Sleep Paralysis x Welcome Home Crew

(Headcannon List!)

Oh, goodness! I’m so sorry to hear that, fellow stranger! Well, know that all of the Welcome Home crew would be deeply concerned for you and check up on you the next morning! They care for you so so much! Know that I care for you so much, too! We may be strangers, but I still care! It must be so scary.

Wally:

This dude would just look in the corner you made comment to and investigate

No fear, whatsoever

I can imagine him laughing when seeing nothing and saying aloud to anyone listening “Silly, silly! There’s nothing here.” And just go back to whatever he was doing before he went to check up on you.

Has had experience investigating scary things in the dark to comfort Barnaby

Barnaby:

His eyes would go wide and he’d freeze instantly.

This guy may be a jokester, but he’s not much of a fan of horror

Watching him would be like watching those online gamers play horror games, honestly

He’d slowly turn around and either jump anyway, or he’d walk the other direction repeatedly saying “nope nope nope nope” the entire time

Wally would have to comfort the poor doggo

Sally:

She’d freeze up for a moment and just stare at you as you fell back asleep

The entire time she would just heavily debate on whether or not to look

“D-don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll be your knight in shining armor!”

She’d attempt to go into an acting bit to convince herself to be brave for you

You could hear her sigh of relief outside of the building when she didn’t see anything

Would no doubt refuse to sleep without you or anyone else in the room, though

Julie:

Girly would go wide-eyed and dart around to look, ready to beat the shit out of whatever you saw

Don’t underestimate her, because of her games with random and possibly made up on the spot rules, she’s a lot stronger than she looks and she knows it

She’s more of a fight person than flight, fawn, or freeze

Upon seeing nothing there, she would turn back around and pat you on the head with a smile on her face

“Oh, Y/N, you silly billy! Your eyes must have been playing tricks on you.”

Once she was sure you weren’t having anymore nightmares, she’d skip off to do what she was doing before

Poppy:

Instant panic

This bird is a scaredy bird

She would instantly curl up under the blanket with you and do her best not to look in the corner

She’s shaking so hard, it’s a wonder you didn’t wake up

If she got brave enough, she would rush over to the phone and call somebody over (most likely Howdy) to check the corner for her

Howdy:

No fear

He wouldn’t walk over, but he would definitely look in the corner to make sure there’s nothing there

He’d chuckle when there really wasn’t anything there and then tuck you back in

Like Wally, he’s had experience checking for scary monsters in the house for Poppy and Sally (Sally rarely ever called him to check on something, but he’s had to in the past)

Additionally, he runs a bodega store. There must of been times that were scary as shit

I mean, think about it! He’s most probably heard some things outside or seen things in his store while closing up or during the night when he’s supposed to be sleeping plenty of times!

He’s got to be brave, at least for investigating

Maybe not as much for confrontation, but I can imagine he may know how to stand his ground (albeit a bit shakily)

Frank:

Like most of the others, he would freeze up a bit

Only for a single moment, though

Then he would turn around

When he saw nothing, he breathed a sigh of relief

Depending on how close the two of you are, he’d either lightly glare at you (I doubt it from thinking he’s a huge softy, just a bit grumpy and intellectual), or “smile” at you

“Smile” as in his eyes would scrunch up the tiniest bit in that special way a person smiles at another and raise his eyebrows a bit

Due to his permanent frown, he can’t really smile at you, but he tries on occasion!

For the rest of the night, though, he’d be a small bit on edge

Eddie:

Poor guy would instantly run and call for Frank

If Frank can’t come, he’d attempt to wake you either to assure him there’s nothing there or to run to another room to sleep for the rest of the night

He’s definitely a flight guy, but that doesn’t mean he won’t still try to protect others!

He’d do anything to keep his friends/significant others safe!

Even if it means facing his worst, scariest fears!

Home:

Yes, I’m putting Home in here since they technically count as a character of Welcome Home

That, and Home needs some love, too!

Home would instantly be able to know there’s nothing there

But don’t be fooled! If they were able to breathe like a human, their breathing would have stopped for a moment

Home would tuck you back in with something they can control

If they can’t tuck you back in, they’d squeak out a loving “goodnight.”

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tarosin · 3 years

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the great adventures of y/n tommy jack tubbo and george

requested yes/no

part 5 of the great adventures series

summary: training for the military

warning: cursing

AN: really sorry about this tumblr won’t let me change/add paragraphs so could look very weird

the journey there was quick for you, you spent the trip asleep in the back of the car whilst the others were discussing what you were all about to do “How difficult do you think it’s going to be” “dude it’s a military assault course” you woke up halfway there to the noise of the radio playing “afternoon y/n”“afternoon sorry I fell asleep I’m not used to being woken up early in the morning, I blame you guys and ranboo”“y/n have you ever wanted to join the military” “I can't say I have no” “well you’re going to love what we’re doing” “what are we doing” “you’ll see!”

you stood picking up more rocks and handing them to tubbo whilst Tommy and George began to film the introduction to the vlog “were in the jungle” confused you turned to tubbo “psst tubbo what the fuck are we doing, why are we in a woods” before tubbo had time to answer Tommy already began to answer your question telling you that you’re all training for the military, not taking him seriously you started laughing as you all were walking it was only when you were handed a jumpsuit to cover your clothes you realised it wasn’t a joke, you would be lying if you said you were ready for this, after all, you spent your free time playing Minecraft you wasn’t exactly great at sports

you managed to put the jumpsuit on pretty quickly unlike Tommy who was quite clearly struggling to get it on over his trainers “come on sergeant simons were doing a military assault course and you’re struggling to put on the clothes”after struggling to put clothes on the five of you stood together getting photos whilst you all looked decent “me and my boys in the jungle” “This isn’t going to go well” “we’re going to destroy it” “NO”

you hadn’t even reached the course yet and you were already tripping up over rocks and sticks that were on the muddy trail “we’re walking to our deaths..y/n is already falling over” “Hey I didn’t sign up to do exercise” once you finally reached the start of the course you were met with a canon, a dog and a man in a yellow jumper you stood as a team listening to what you were about to do and how you were actually a team of six, you hoped he meant the dog was a team member but no turns out the canon was the sixth member

“We have to take the canon with us” “...and take it apart into six pieces at each obstacle and rebuild it ” you handed your phone to the Russ, not trusting yourself to keep it on you especially since you were already tripping up before reaching the assault course “thank you” “good luck” “huh” you didn’t have time to process what was said as Mr military began counting down from three, the five of you ran to the first obstacle tubbo dragging the canon Tommy climbed over the net first with tubbo following after “What happens if I fall” it was as though you and tubbo had read each other’s mind as you both responded with “you’ll die” “death” you climbed over next with a wheel “reckon I can slide down the net” “that will hurt y/n don’t do- and you’re already doing it” you slid down the net despite George telling you not to do so, it didn’t take too long for the others to get over, you all began reassembling the canon “can we talk about our feelings” “I feel like shit I jumped out of a plane not long ago now I feel like I’m doing PE all over again” “Y/N JUST HELP BUILD THE CANON” “I'M TRYING ODDLY ENOUGH I'M NOT BUILT FOR THE MILITARY”once the canon was built Tommy and tubbo ran off with it “who’s going to tell them we need to test it” once Mr military shouted they ran back “why do we have to do this” “it’s the fucking rules Tommy and life is full of them” “like taxes” “tax fraud” a few seconds later the five of you yelled “bang” neither of you saying it at the same time “it didn’t work” “yes it did now come on”

you all ran towards the next obstacle, a giant wall. you all quickly dismantled the canon, Tommy went over first and began bickering with Mr military about him not being his dad whilst you tubbo and jack struggled to pass over the heaviest part of the canon “lift and lift” “really George? I thought we could just throw it over and hope he catches it” “Please don’t do that” “I am very sorry George but I'm struggling here” you continued your struggling tubbo tried to help Tommy through his words “you’re strong bossman I believe in you” “by the way, you really picked the shortest people to do this” part of the canon landed with a thud “welp hope he’s not dead” you climbed over next again carrying the wheel “he’s not dead guys don’t worry” you laughed as George took his time getting over the wall “I'm poving” “GET OVER THE WALL” you all stood questioning what time you were on completely forgetting that you were supposed to reassemble the canon “This is going to be embarrassing” “you guys could be rebuilding the canon” you could have built and tested the canon quickly however Tommy George and tubbo began telling people to subscribe whilst you built the canon with jack “we’re so good at this” “heh maybe not” you all test-fired the canon and made your way to the next obstacle

you were sent to go over the rope first, this was extremely difficult for you, the rope kept swaying as you walked causing you to lose your balance on multiple occasions “step on the V” “I’m going to fall” you made it over after a couple of minutes, like tubbo you also felt a bit ill, you assumed it was because it was quite hot and a lot was going on “how you feeling y/n” “Honestly, I’m jealous of ranboo, he’s at home living his best life and I’m in the middle of the woods overheating and climbing but no it’s pretty funny watching the others” you laughed as you overheard tubbo talking about how they’re only three obstacles in and how he’s going to die “YOU GOT THIS TUBBO!” Tommy crossed next, like you, he took his time he was then followed by tubbo who was trying to speed run walking over the rope you waited for jack and George cheering them on whilst Tommy was asking around for water and complaining about wearing a gamer hoodie. at this point, everyone seemed unmotivated “3 2 1.. bang”

“oh lovely..tires” tubbo went through first with the heaviest part of the canon “ill help you tubbo” you following behind helping him carry it due to it being stupidly heavily “so how are you tubbo” “AAAAAAAAAAA” “aye me too bud” you and tubbo decided that from now you two were going to work as a pair so it would be easier for you both, over the past few weeks tubbo became one of your closest friends the pair of you even started trending on Twitter as you did an irl stream where you both went on a walk at the beach and met several fans. whilst you and tubbo were making your way through Tommy jack and George we’re trying to figure out who should take what. “there’s piss in this one” “what the fuck?!” the pair of you finally got out from the tires “good job you two” “thank you” you rested your head on tubbos shoulder trying to get your breath back “I don’t think I’m made for the military” a few moments later Tommy made it to the tire full of water and put his finger in it “PEE” “Tommy why-” you stood looking around at the scenery, the sound of Tommy yelling about crawling away from George and that he’s ‘touched the piss’ was enough the drag you away from your own thoughts, you watched the others struggling to get through the tires and was amazed at the fact tubbo went back in to help them. you tried to ignore Tommy and George being dramatic as you tried to figure out how many more obstacles you had to go but you got distracted by George “ill just eat you if you die” “Mr military I’d like some help right about now” you walked over to Tommy and helped him get out of the tires “thanks y/n” “welcome” “how you doing bossman you know I pulled through your part...what are you doing that’s George's water” Tommy decided to throw the bottle to you so you could have a drink as he remembered you’d not had a drink since you landed from jumping out of the plane “Thanks, Tommy” “YOU BOTH DRANK GEORGES WATER” “he can drink the piss” “what Tommy said” you laughed as you walked over to where jack was in the tires “ HI JACK” “Jesus christ you scared me, hi y/n” you stood waiting for everyone to finish “I know exactly what the slowest time was” “we’re going for a new record it’s fine” “of being the slowest?” “yeah” “you know what Mr military ill clart you” “you’ll what me” “I’m gonna just go over here” you walked over to where parts of the canon were and got ready to assemble it again whilst George began throwing water over jack and tubbo to bless them then did the same to Tommy, you hid behind a tree thinking he wouldn’t notice you, however, he did and within a minute you too had water poured on you “Thanks, I was thirsty” “oh we know” “The fuck is that supposed to mean” “HELP BUILD THE CANON PLEASE” like last time you all built the canon tested it and ran to the next obstacle

“can we just you know drag the already built canon under there with us” “absolutely not” “I tried” you all disassembled it again and like last time you and tubbo went first crawling under “I don’t want to alarm you all but it is soaking wet in here” “delightful” a few moments later you were both working well “tubbo I’m scared of the dark and it’s pitch black” “you’ve got this bossman we’re almost done” you calmed down quickly until Tommy decided to jump above the pair of you

“SORRY” “TOMMY I SWEAR TO GOD” “YOU DICK” you laughed slightly and tubbo checked up on you “you okay?” “I'm fine if you’re fine” “come on let’s finish this thing” the pair of you continued and finished relatively quickly tubbo got out first “NEVER AGAIN” “Sorry about that buddy” “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” you helped push part of the canon out so tubbo could easily drag it out he then reached out so you could hold his hand and help pull you out “I've never been so happy to see the light” the pair of you sat on the floor waiting for the others to finish, you both made a bet on who was going to laugh first somehow you won as tubbo laughed at George and jack struggling to crawl through “YOU LAUGHED” “OH SHITTT” Russ came over to you both whilst recording so he could ask about how everything’s going “I’m covered in mud and the jumpsuit is wet, it isn’t a good day for the y/n community it was dark as hell in there “Tommy is a dick and tried to kill me and y/n” “I DIDN'T TRY TO KILL YOU BOTH” “I think he heard us” “WE ALL DID WERE NOT DEAF” “NO, BUT ACCORDING TO INSTAGRAM YOU'RE DEAD” you stared directly into the camera “sometimes it’s like I still hear jack talking to me” George and jack started complaining about how much further the is to go and how it was dirty and Tommy's response about being sorry it doesn’t fit their tory lifestyle made you burst out laughing “YOU LAUGHED” “tubbo my beloved you laughed ages ago you’ve already lost” “But we’re equal now” “no” the pair of you stood bickering to the point you didn’t realise the others had finished the obstacle and were shouting for you to test the canon “Y/N TUBBO WE NEED TO TEST THE CANON” the pair of you ran over “3 2 1 BANG”

“just going to warn you all you see that black cloud over there” “oh yay a storm is coming” you grabbed a wheel and followed behind jack across the wooden bridge “y/n he’s been splintered” “oh no poor George” “these are my gaming fingers” “no gaming for you I guess” “Stop talking about gaming dickheads” you spent a lot of time talking to George and jack whilst crossing over trying not to fall over you all even made a few plans to stream a laugh and the stream ends on jacks channel soon

you were all building the canon again whilst being informed you weren’t even halfway through and already 40 minutes in “high score” “well it’s definitely high” “Y/N??” “coming tubbo hang on my shoelace came undone” after tying your shoelace you grabbed a wheel and caught up to tubbo “if you go over tubbo ill pass it over to you and we can keep doing that” this method worked well for you both tubbo would climb over you would pass the wheel and middle part of the canon then climb over and repeat the process you heard Tommy in the background complaining about the fact he’s wearing jeans and jacks response “Yeah but I’m wearing jeans” “tubbo and y/n are almost done and you’re complaining about jeans” “jean boy pops off” “I'M WEARING JEANS AS WELL QUIT COMPLAINING” “Can we just go home and play smash bros” “Tommy this was your idea I didn’t even get on an option” “Sorry about that y/n but you get to spend time with me and gogy” “lucky me” you weren’t going to lie this was hard work and you were exhausted you felt like you could just fall asleep right where you were stood however tubbo wasn’t going to let that happen “I’m never going on an adventure with Tommy again” “me either” this of course was bullshit and you were both going on another adventure soon you stood watching your friends struggle to get over the obstacles you decided to offer your support and went to help jack and George using a similar method to that you used with tubbo “thanks y/n” “anytime” “y/n you could have helped me, tubbo pulled me over I could have been injured” “very sorry to hear that sergeant simons sucks to suck I guess” you all reassembled the canon tested it and ran to the next obstacle “I hate it here” “there’s a storm on the way” “Thanks, y/n for the input” “welcome George” you all noticed the net luckily you didn’t have to disassemble the canon this very well could be because you were running far behind and a storm was on its way. you watched as the others went through and joked about tubbo losing his shoe and Tommy getting stuck, this obstacle wasn’t made for you either as you kept getting caught on the net “I'VE BEEN CAUGHT AGAIN” jack lifted the net for you again so you could easily crawl through “thank you jack” you all then made it to the next obstacle Tommy crawled on the metal bars with you following after him whilst George used the monkey bars once you all made it across you had to walk across many metal planks used to form a bridge Tommy walked close behind you knowing you were extremely clumsy and didn't want you to fall “irl nettles” “The fuck are you on about Tommy I don’t think you’re following my advice about going outside” you all dissembled the canon as you got to the tires the only difference this time was you needed to climb over them “it’s rather windy” “there’s dirt in my eye” like before you and tubbo used the same method “look at them go” “I LIKE A DA BEE” “I'M SCARED OF BEES” “oh okay” “Why do they keep taking the plank” “I don’t know tubbo just takes it and y/n follows” you both finished rather quickly and neither of you got injured or fell “really good job you two” “thank you Mr military” you stood leaning on tubbo watching George pick up random rocks and put them into his pocket similar to what you had been doing the entire way around the course “I don’t think George or y/n have been outside before they keep picking things up like souvenirs” “Y/N GEORGE HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN THE RAIN BEFORE” both of you just stared at Tommy making him laugh you helped the others get across the tires and even helped prevent Tommy from falling a couple of times. unfortunately, you ended up twisting your ankle but tried to ignore it not wanting to ruin the vlog for anyone, not that you would have, however it was clear you were in pain as you had started limping. one at a time you all crossed the rope “This is me climbing I am climbing” you cheered everybody on and then it was your turn

unlike the others the rope kept shaking as you walked across mainly because you were scared of falling and in pain all whilst trying to rush, this was clearly your least favourite obstacle of the day “take your time y/n don’t fall” “thank you jack I'm trying my best I promise” once at the end of the rope, Tommy took the wheel off you and helped you get down and pulled you into a quick side hug “you’re doing great let’s go we’re almost done” you knew your friends wouldn’t make you continue if you really didn’t want to however you were nearly finished and was determined to finish. you all reassembled the canon and made your way to the next obstacle

“there’s no way we’re getting through that without twanging a rope” “good luck” you and tubbo made your way through the ropes trying not to hit them, this proved to be a pretty impossible task and you ended up twanging the ropes several times, this mixed with everyone else’s failure to cross without hitting the rope meant you all had to do 20 push-ups, after reassembling the canon twice as you all didn’t do it correctly the first time and testing it you all had to do the push-ups “I’m sure y/n and George only did 3” “sorry bossman”

you all were finally making your way to the last obstacle determined to finish “Big Russ can we go to McDonald's after this” “sure” the five of you cheered and ran the last obstacle quickly disassembling the canon, you led the way over the obstacle tubbo Tommy jack and George following behind you, despite tubbo losing his shoe and George going backwards the five of you quickly completed the obstacle and reassembled and tested the canon running over to the finishing line

you all finally completed it and waited for your result “45 minutes easily” “1 hour 11 minutes and 46 seconds” “no way that’s a world record” “well we tried” the five of you stood telling people to subscribe before ending the recording and making your way back to the car

the car ride back felt a lot longer than the way there. you were all exhausted

“how’s your ankle” “it’s not too bad it’ll probably hurt more tomorrow morning”

“I'm still not over Tommy trying to kill me and tubbo” “I didn’t try to kill you” “sure” the rest of the journey was chaos you all screamed along to the songs on the radio eventually you all got to McDonald's and spent the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company.

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princessofprocrastination · 3 years

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She’s Creepy (Dream)

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(PART 1)

pairing : dream / clay x reader

summary : apparently being a huge fan of a big youtuber is considered being a creep, according to minecraft gamer, dream. and ever since he called you mean things, your world turned upside down. (ANGST) (TRIGGER WARNING)

GEORGE’S POV

looking back, there was so many things we could’ve done before she saw us.

walked out before she did?

not stared at her like she was the only source of food in a stranded island?

but then again, we were still in shock. but we were left in more shock after she did what she did.

she settled the bill and was proceeding to walk out the restaurant alone, since her family went off first.

since she wasn’t really paying attention to her surroundings before, we didn’t think she would this time.

but we were proven wrong in the next second.

she looked up from her wallet, coincidentally, looking up to us.

her eyes moved from me to nick to clay. she looked confused for a second.

and then, a smile.

wait? a smile?

you smiled at us, bringing up your wallet-less, right hand to wave to the three of us.

i looked to see what the other two boys reactions would be.

as expected, shock clearly written all over their faces.

YOUR POV

three years can make someone change. a lot, in fact.

they say to forgive and forget. but logically, how does one forget something that change your whole life?

but you forgave them. you were not heartless. you weren’t going to bring this to your grave. that seems so childish of you.

at the end of the day, what happened years ago changed your life, for the better.

you were making better money than you did when you still made videos.

sure, now you couldn’t really enjoy life by posting on the internet you doing things you love or posting the people you cherish. but that didn’t matter anymore.

you had a good career, a good life.

and you still looked up to the three boys.

sure, they hurt you a little. but you were sure they must’ve did something to stop people from ruining your life after you left social media. right?

so you smiled at them.

you would be lying if you said you weren’t shocked and confused. you were almost speechless. what do you say to the three people that made you the woman you are now?

how did you not notice them sitting on the table just opposite you? and why were the three of them together? as you knew before, they don’t even live in the same country.

maybe they have met since then and they’re just enjoying a good dinner. as you just were.

“hi, haven’t heard of you guys for a little bit.” you walked closer to their table.

your family left, anyways. they said they would catch up with you another day, seeing that most of them have jobs, just like you.

“uh. we- we haven’t heard from you either.” sapnap, nick.

nothing changed. they still looked the way they did three years ago.

besides dream, of course. up till today, you had no clue what he looked like. but damn, he is one hot dude.

“please, sit down. that is, if you don’t have to go.” george. even after three years he is still so adorable and awkward.

you pulled out the empty chair beside sapnap, sitting down.

“since i haven’t formally introduced myself, i’m y/n.” you said, shaking sapnap’s hand.

the polite texan brought your hand to his lips and kissed it instead. how sweet.

you smiled at him as he told you his real name.

they took turns introducing themselves.

air still tense, you tried to make it less awkward.

“stop thinking about the past.” you broke the awkward silence.

“how? you were forced to leave the country.” dream, or clay said.

“that was years ago. now i’m back and clearly fine. my fault for not getting a place with better security, anyways.”

“no. it was clearly my fault for sayin-”

“let’s just put this behind us now. it doesn’t matter now, anyways.” you cut off clay’s words.

clay looked like he was thinking about it for a while before he nodded and let it past him.

“still, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean all i said.” clay looked into my eyes, sincerely apologizing.

“i forgave you years ago. don’t worry about it.” you smiled at him.

“god you’re too nice.” you laughed at what clay muttered under his breath, thinking you wouldn’t hear him.

“soooo, frozen yogurt?” nick asked all of you.

everyone agreed. maybe then, you’ll know each other more.

not as content creators, but as normal people.

“let’s go to my house.” you told them. you lived alone in a big house, constantly lonely. and you didn’t want the night to end yet.

although they were hesitant, they agreed.

it was obvious they didn’t want to accidentally push any boundaries with you. they acted like you are still fragile. they were scared that the wrong thing you make you blow up.

you told them that you would never do that. that you were comfortable with any kind of questions, to not act like you were a piece of glass.

you drove to your house, clay’s car trailing behind, nick sitting on the passenger seat of his car.

george asked you politely if he could follow you instead of clay.

obviously, you told him he could. he was to adorable to say no, anyways.

although he is the oldest, it felt like he was the opposite. he was just so shy and quiet.

in the car, he told you everything. what clay thought of you, the times he cried in his home watching your old videos and looking at your old photos. he told you the times clay wished he spoke to you instead of acting arrogant.

you almost teared up at that. so this is why george wanted to drive with you instead. got it.

george told you clay basically fell in love with you through social media, that he felt the need to lash out on your in the eyes of the public due to his jealousness.

apparently he felt like he didn’t stand a chance with you.

“has he seen himself in the mirror lately? that man is beautiful.” you laughed at your own comment.

“well, technically, you didn’t know what he looked like. but yeah, he is pretty hot, huh?” george laughed along.

“i didn’t know what he looked like, which made it so much better. i simped for a green smiley face, can you believe that?” you laughed even harder.

“his voice is pretty attractive, too.” george agreed and laughed with you.

you stopped at the security post which was unusual for you since the security guard knew your car and you could always just drive in without stopping.

“the car behind mine is with me.” you told the guy.

“yes ma’am.” he told you, and cleared clay’s car.

“so this is what being rich is like.” george said.

“you’re an idiot. you’re rich too.” you told him.

“you live rich, i don’t” he replied.

“touche.” you told him.

you parked your car in your garage, leaving space for clay car beside yours.

you and george walked to your front door, you using your fingerprint to open the door.

“hey, y/n?” nick called you as you opened the door to your house, them stunned at the classiness of the layout of your house.

“yeah?” you acknowledged him.

“are you single?” you almost chocked on your spit, but laughed it off.

“yes, nick. why?” you turned to him, confused on why he asked you that question. you were surprised to see how close he was to you.

“hey mamas, let’s go on a date someday.” nick invited you, clearly joking.

“nick! you can’t just say that.” clay. someone’s jealous.

“you paying?” you jokingly asked nick, staring into his eyes, acting serious.

“you bet.”

“where are we going?” you asked him, leading the boys to the living room to watch some television.

“in n out.” nick laughed but still managed to let out the answer.

“text me the date, i’m down.” you answered him. nick laughed, going up to you to kiss your cheek. you shook your head at his stupid antics.

“it’s that easy.” nick told the other boys, more specifically, clay. guess he was trying to get clay to do something. it’s too obvious.

“wait. is this real? you guys are serious?” clay asked, almost sweating, it seemed. he asked it like it was an urgent question.

“you’re an idiot, clay.” nick told him. nick put his arm over your shoulder as he sat next to you on the couch, stealing the remote to pick a movie.

“no clay, not real. he’s just messing with us.” george finally said something.

you heard clay sighing. you assumed he sighed in relief. you laughed to yourself. nick realized what you were laughing at, laughing along with you.

“you know, don’t you?” nick whispered in your ear. you nodded, smiling to him.

“know what?” shit. clay heard that? you shook your head, telling him to forget about it.

and he did forget about it. or so you thought.

while the four of you watched hamilton, he was the most silent. but you didn’t think much about it. you talked at some point of the show and continued watching.

“wait a second.” clay realized something.

“FUCK. YOU KNOW.” clay basically screamed.

george almost snorted. “duh. you couldn’t have been more obvious, loverboy.”

“shit. how did you know?” he asked, looking at you straight in the eyes.

you pointed to george.

and that, is how you find yourself a boyfriend after years.

you weren’t even sure how it progressed after that night.

the boys stayed at your place and you order a shit ton of clothes their size so they could keep staying here without buying anything.

you were glad they willingly stayed. you were lonely in that house anyway.

you were making breakfast for three starving boys and yourself when you felt hands on your waist. “you’re too kind.” he whispers in your ear.

“you’ve told me once or twice.” you chuckled.

“get a room.” george yelled, nick agreeing.

“i will kick you out.” you threatened.

“kidding. we love you.” the two boys tried to take their words back. you and clay laughed at how stupid they were acting.

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#dream x reader #dreamwastaken #dream imagine #dream imagines #dream fanfic #dreamwastaken imagines

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chubbyreaderchan · 4 years

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Gate Keeping | Seto Kaiba x Chubby!Nerdy! Reader

"The meeting is going to be a while" Seto said with a bit of annoyance on his face. He placed a kick peck to (Y/n) cheek then nodded to Mokuba. "There's a game shop not far from here..." Seto explained. "You should check my competition" he held a smug smirk on his face. As if he had much competition. "I'll meet you there when I'm done" he explained.

"Mr. Kaiba, the board members are ready for you sir" a young intern tentatively spoke.

Seto grunted in slight annoyance. "Can't you see I'm busy" he hissed out.

"S-sorry sir"

Seto began to speak when he felt (Y/n)'s hand on his forearm. "It's okay, Seto. We'll see you in a bit. Don't scare the intern" she teased him. Seto scoffed slightly. "Fine. I'll see you then" He walked away casually, a faint blue glow emitted from him. It made him seem almost ethereal if you didn't know that it came from his newest generation of duel disk.

"Let's go, (Y/n)" Mokuba spoke, a small smile on his face. He always liked (Y/n). She made his big brother happy and less cold. At least when she was around. It was nice to have another person who wasn't afraid of his brother. Perhaps that was also why Seto liked her.

"Okay, Moki. Let's see what that store has." She glanced at her phone for the time. "Maybe we can grab a snack too?" Quickly she tapped around for nearby places for lunch and directions to said game store. Her own arm glowed a soft (Favorite color), special made for (Y/n) specifically along side Seto's.

Mokuba nodded in agreement.

The walked out of the tall and newly finished Kaiba Corp building. It was a big deal for Seto to open a new branch of his company. It was much taller than most of the buildings in the city, but (Y/n) kind of liked that it added to the drama of the skyline.

"There's a crepe stand right before the shop" she spoke excitedly. "Does that seem fine?" She cleared her throat slightly. Mokuba nodded. "Sounds great, (Y/n)."

"Right...here" her phone buzzed when they were close. It was a small cart right outside the game shop. Mokuba order his and (Y/n) order hers, paying before entering the store. It was a large store, of course not as large as the one in Kaibaland or in the bottom floor of Kaiba Corp but quite big for a non-Kaiba affiliated store. The both nibble at their treats as they wandered the store.

"Ohhh" (Y/n) spoke as she saw some very beautiful polyhedral dice in a glass case. Not only was she a somewhat talented duelist, she enjoyed the occasional dungeons and dragons. In fact, she liked to dabble in all kinds of games. And comic books. And anime. And literally a bit of everything. Honestly she was quite the nerd. "Those remind me of Seto" she pointed out to Mokuba who approached her. "Blue and silver."

"He'd like them, that's for sure" The young dark haired boy said. "I think I'll get those and the other ones" "How many sets does this make?" Mokuba asked playfully. "Oh...uh" she felt her cheeks start to heat up. "Let's not talk about it." Mokuba laughed as she asked the young teen for the dice she wanted. They continued to shop, accruing a good variety of games and accessories in (Y/n) reusable shopping bag.

"Hey, (Y/n)" Mokuba said. "I'm going to go to the bathroom"

"Okay, Moki. I will be over by the video games" she nodded to a nearby glass container. She finally finished her snack and wandered over, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. Her eyes skimmed all the various games looking for something she hadn't bought or Seto hadn't gotten already, which was honestly harder than playing chess with Seto. Which is very very difficult, to say the least. (Y/n) stared down the glass not even noticing the person who walked up beside her.

"You duel?" A nasely voice came from beside her, practically making her jump out of her skin.

She smiled at the awkward looking guy and nodded. "You could say that." She was only fourth best, just after Joey Wheeler. Which Seto often teased her about but was actively trying to improve her past him.

"Are you any good?" He asked, looking her over expectantly.

"Kind of" she wasn't one to brag.

"Where did you get the new Duel Disk? You don't seem like you'd be that into duel monsters"

"Well, I am" she responded, side stepping slightly. He moved closer. "Well, then who won the duelist kingdom tournament?" He challenged. "You aren't a real duelist if you don't know"

"What? Yugi." She said casual as ever. "He's actually a friend" (Y/n) was getting a bit annoyed. She wasn't sure why but this was common, that was of course before she started dating Seto. It had been a while since "gamers" tried to test her gaming-ness. She was somewhat well known but nothing like Seto or Yugi.

"You are such a bad liar. But it's cute that you're trying" he said snidely.

(Y/n) gave him a look of both surprise and disgust. "No, I even have him on my phone" she pulled out her phone, wrapped in a blue eyes white dragon case. Which angled her sleeve to show the bottom of her duel monsters themed tattoo on her arm. "See?" She held up the phone showing Yugi's name followed by a wizard emoji.

"You could have saved anyone as Yugi." He said annoyed. "If you weren't such a liar you'd be cute. But I think I could make an acception. You could use a nice guy like me in your life"

"No thanks" she responded.

He huffed. "I bet you don't even know what cards Seto Kaiba likes to play with"

(Y/n) chuckled. "Oh, trust me I do" she raised a brow. "You talk about him and it still hasn't clicked?" She rolled her eyes this time. She smiled finding a game she hadn't ever heard of.

"You wouldn't like it. It's got a lot of gore in it and wouldn't be good for noob like you" he pointed out. (Y/n) sighed. "Can you please leave me alone" her eyes noticed Mokuba leave the bathroom and wander to a capsule monster machine around the corner. Again, she adjusted her bag and began to walk towards Mokuba.

The strange guy followed her. "See. You didn't even call the employee to get the game because I know better than you. But at least you have a nice ass!" He continued to try and neg her. "Dude, I know more about games and gaming than you do. I have more skills than you do in your pinky. Now leave me alone. I'm not interested." He went red.

"Yeah right you stupid bitch." That was when Mokuba appeared from around the corner holding multiple gachapons. He looked confused at the aggressive guy, concern began to creep onto his face. "What idiot would want to date you?"

He was fuming. "And who would want to date a sexist, gatekeeper like you" (Y/n) responded, getting very annoyed. "Moki" she said with a sigh. "We should leave and come back"

Mokuba nodded. "Should I call Roland?" He asked, pulling his phone from his pocket.

"No, it's okay Mokuba." She assured, ignoring the guy still getting angry.

"I don't want to fuck a fat cow like you anyways." That one hurt. (Y/n) winced, when she heard a familiar voice.

"What did you say?" Seto said quickly making his way to the section of the store.

"...Seto Kaiba?" He shouted.

"Seto!" Mokuba said relieved.

"Did you just call my girlfriend a cow?"

"Girlfriend? Oh... So that's it. You like douche bags! What a bitch" He said angry again, but his voice cracked.

"What did you just call me? What did you call her?" Seto was very angry. "I'd suggest you leave, before you regret what you say!"

"Bitches always date assholes" he said beginning to walk away.

"At least Seto doesn't call me a bitch and a liar" she yelled after him.

"Fu-" Seto pulled his fist back and punched the guy in the face. He fell onto his ass, whimpering. "I told you to leave" he grumbled out. (Y/n) looked shocked, the girl behind the counter came running. "You can't do that....!" He waved her off, handing her a few hundred dollars. "Don't worry about it. Just get him out of here" her eyes went wide but nodded.

"You gotta go, buddy" she said shooing him out finally.

Seto adjusted his shirt in annoyance. "I should have just skipped that meeting." He was reverting back to normal. At least, less pissed. "Everything that was said could have been put in an email" he leaned forward, kissing (Y/n) on the cheek. "Especially if I knew you were going to be harassed by some dweeb"

She laughed a bit, knowing that it was best to talk about not punching people would be a later talk. "He didn't recognize me and had the nerve to ask me if I knew about Yugi and your deck" (Y/n) explained, her boyfriend laughed walking back to the game cabinet.

"I saw a game we don't have" he stated walking over to point it out. "Or that (favorite card themed) controller" he pointed out. She didn't even get a chance to look at the controllers to notice.

"Hmm..." He was looking over the items again encase he missed anything. (Y/n) gently leaned her head against his shoulder, looking as well still a touch sad about the fat cow comment even if it was from a moron.

"You're beautiful. Don't worry about that guy." His voice was quiet, even though they were now alone as Mokuba went back to the gachapons. He snaked an arm around her. "He was an idiot. You would have been able to beat him in anyone of these games." He kissed her head softly.

"And you aren't that much of asshole" she half laughed, enjoying the gentleness reserved for only her and Moki.

He chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment" he stated.

Seto grabbed the employee getting the games and purchasing some other items before grabbing Mokuba again.

"Let's go. We have a dinner reservation and then we can practice your technique"

"Seto..."

"Hmm...?"

"You're such a nerd"

#seto kaiba x reader #seto kaiba #yugioh x reader #x reader #cute #anti nice guy

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iheartsunset · 4 years

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Wally hcs? also do you do drawing requests?

Papa Louie Wally Hcs

(YES someone finally suggested Wally headcanons, I’m crying tears of joy I love Wally sooo much. Also, I’m not confident in my artistic ability and I’m also trying to focus more on not failing AP bio, so I’m gonna have to say that I cannot do drawing requests. Thank you for asking though!)

-Wally is a 72 year old retired environmental scientist and fisherman who lives with his grandson, Mitch, in a Tastyville apartment. He’s one of the oldest people in Tastyville, as well as kindhearted and sweet, something that earns him the title of “everybody’s favorite grandpa”. When he isn’t silently watching his nephew’s shenanigans or knitting in front of the television, he’s off to Sakura Bay and Calypso Island for fishing trips with Koilee’s uncle, Minato, and a short tempered gamer nicknamed Poof (Poofesure helped me get back into Papa Louie I love that dude).

-Wally’s wife, Elisa, and his son, Matt, along with his daughter in law, Abby, all passed away in a rafting accident (yes those names are wii sports references). Wally and Mitch were devastated by this, but have recovered well over the years. Wally still misses his family every day, and he’s finally convinced Mitch to allow portraits and pictures of them to be hung around the house. Wally still wears his wedding ring too and talks to the pictures sometimes like Mitch does.

-His personality is that of a typical sweet old man. He’s also pretty dense and trusts everybody around him, making him gullible, too. He once even signed up for the Flipline Bachelorette in search for a new best friend, not understanding that it was a romance show (he still got to like the final 5 cause he was so sweet and everyone loved having him around). He doesn’t like to try to use slang or anything to be cool with the kids, but he will be there as a shoulder to cry on if they have any problems. Wally is also really into cars and architecture, always going on drives and appreciating the history and work put into certain structures. Around Papa Louie however, he grows strangely distant and doesn’t seem very open.

-I feel like he knows about Papa Louie and Guy Mortadello’s past. This is why he is wary about the Tacomia, but since it seems to make Mitch very happy, he begrudgingly allows it. As for Papa and Guy, Wally likes to avoid interactions with them out of fear, although the two have no intention of hurting Wally if he spills their secrets. Wally might also know something about exactly what Guy Mortadello puts in his meat pies and what exactly is behind Flipline’s cold disappearance cases, but good luck trying to get that out of him.

-If Mitch or anyone around him is too cold, he will just tell them to wait and then knit them mittens, scarves, hats, and sweaters. Edna does this too, so if you’re near them both, it’s just an endless sea of yarn all around you even though you just want to go home and watch tv. Mitch has about 134 scarves from Wally, and he wears them all the time.

-He used to be pretty wild in his youth, having multiple tales of him beating people up, vandalizing property, having his fair share of girlfriends all at the same times, and even worse crimes. He’s probably just joking and making these stories a lesson to not cause trouble, but Allan thinks he’s seen an old photo of Wally wearing a leather jacket and having greased back hair, all with a bike to match.

-Sometimes when Poof Copland with Tohru, Wally plays along. He doesn’t understand lots of the games and will always die first, but he still has lots of fun. He’s especially bad at Among Us and Dead By Daylight, definitely as an imposter or killer, and just either outs himself immediately or just lets survivors win. Tohru would kill anyone else for doing this, but Wally is basically her grandpa, so she allows it.

-He definitely always encourages Maggie and Nick to work hard and achieve their dreams.

-He and James used to fix cars together. Wally still occasionally visits James at the Cupcakeria or shop to talk about cars for the longest time. Mitch can’t tell a mustang from a station wagon, but Mitch will also listen to the conversations.

-Cooper likes to call Wally to ask him to kill spiders for him. Wally doesn’t kill them, just lets them outside.

-Wally is absolutely beautiful and perfect and I love him he is the best sorry Taylor sorry Prudence sorry Koilee Wally is always my #1 favorite

#flipline studios #papa louie #flipline #my hcs #i love wally #Wally #seriously he’s perfect #seriously i only hc three people it have a car

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sassaetcie · 3 years

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The Molten Charcoal - Chapter 4 - Silver x Idia Fanfiction

Yeah I may have... forgotten I was publishing this on tumblr... I apologize krkrkr.

I shouldn't have said "yes" that easily. I'm just so weak after a certain time outside... Like it must be a downgrade or something... Sure I don't want to hurt Ortho but... If I end doing shit in front of Silver, I will ashame everone (once again lol), right? I can't tell anymore if it was a safe bet or not... No, it never has been a "safe" bet because I'm playing with humans www. They aren't as easily predictable as AI if they aren't shaking in fear... if they "aren't shaking in fear". Shut the fuck. Shut the fuck up, Idia. No, I should talk like this, right? This is the way I get to the top in videogames, after all... No, shut the fuck. The only reason you get this high... Is it because of "this"? Or "that"? Or both? Or neither, in the end? Nothing "has" to make sense, after all... If everything had to make sense, they would be true. I DON'T WANT THEM TO BE TRUE. EVERYTHING IS THEIR FAULT. EVERYTHING IS THEIR FAULT. THEY'RE THE ONES BEING WRONG, OR BEING A DIFFERENT KIND OF WRONG. If I'm doing everything "wrong" because everyone keeps thinking like them, then there's a possibility that I'm actualy the only one being right, right? (That's a Higurashi curse-like thinking but that's not exactly what I mean...) Everyone is a fucking weirdo here, so why am I the one considered even stranger? That must mean "something else". Or does that doesn't mean anything? Why am I even thinking about all this crap? That's because of them. I shouldn't think about all this... But if I don't, I'm going to disappoint Ortho because I'm going to be stupid and not trying enough... That's because of them. Because they wanted me so bad to be their heir. "A meeting is funny as long as you can play with the people". Why did you want me to play like you? I shouldn't have been here watching every adult whispering. I shouldn't have been here, hearing all these bad things. I shouldn't have been here. But my hair cannot betray you, right? I cannot hide. I cannot run. I cannot speak. Even if this adult smiles, he will stabs the other. Even if this one threatens to stab, it will be "only" a joke. Will it be? Which of them was joking? Which of them IS joking? Why did you show me this? Why did you show me so many people, as if they were your playthings? You really enjoyed inviting every last of them knowing they would insult you, and making them fear for one day to be fighting each other under your blackmailing, right? You even expected me to be abducted, huh? You didn't give a shit when I was abducted by this smiling couple. They really looked nice. I can't tell if they looked nicer than you. How many days did I spend here? They were still nice when they were with me. They kept on smiling. They lied. They lied again. Do I have to become an adult like this? I hate this. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. WHY DO YOU EXIST. WHY DO I HAVE TO BECOME LIKE THIS TO SURVIVE? I DON'T WANT TO. I'm tired... Why did they keep on smiling to me even when I told them I knew I had been abducted? Did they really not want to worry me because they didn't bear me a grudge for one of the things you had done to them? I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I can't understand, Ortho. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, you did so much for me and I'm just lost between all of these things... And I was released and I didn't die, right... Right... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ortho. I shouldn't... What should I think? I was almost murdered, right? But I didn't die. Even when another two brothers, two agressive brothers I definitely chose to escape from, caught me and threatened me to death with knives... I didn't die. I knew they were dangerous, right? Or did I want to believe they were not since the smiling couple was a bunch of bastard NPC? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I don't want to apologize outside of this... This will be useless, right? Ortho, you're always trying to help me but you were the one killed, right? I barely woke you up... did I? Or are you another type of fake as well? Who are you, "Ortho"? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't want to doubt you. I don't want to doubt Ortho. If he's the true Ortho, everything's alright. If he is my creation, everything's alright as well. Your skin is alive. Your voice is there. Haha... I should make a Frankenstein's ref here. I feel a bit better but I need to vent... I'll just play a bit.

Thanks [x], WyverneCastel was there and at least my day wasn't an absolute hell (lol). At first the game was total shit since there were a lot of servers crash on this new game, I honestly thought we would just leave and go back to TESO or something casual, since I've already rushed Dragon Nest's new events and the others, lol. We have been able to play but in the end the game was worthless, lmao. It wasn't original, had nothing to be "interesting". Maybe it was "fun" but I don't really care about it anymore... At least, WyverneCastel was funny. They even asked me if I was alright??? I thought they were joking or begging me to buy them something in another game, but it seemed not? I thought it would be good to test out if they were a true friend or not and huh... I was terrified at first. I thought the whole room was dragging itself into flames and that heat was going to consume me. Either I would burn out or burn the whole world down like I was probably expected to do. So... I've spoken to them, for once. They appeared to be really understanding, somehow. I thought I might get banned or blacklisted for saying out loud that I was gay but oh, I guess our gamers's mindset wasn't that shitty for once. He wasn't surprised that much, so I can't tell if he was really serious about anything but... He told me that of course if the one I loved rejected me because I love him instead of "her", then I should just forget about him because he would be just another bastard I shouldn't pine on... Sure enough, but if love was that easily curable, I wouldn't be on the verge of grieving, nah, crying with all my might just because I "have" a date with the one I love, even though it really doesn't make any sense. Of course I shouldn't be ashamed of being in love with him, and I'm not ashamed of being gay, fuck off. I barely told him that I was in love with a prince-type... Was it wrong? I mean, I have to stay honest or I'll just be the shy-neet everyone likes for no specific reason but pity... And if I can be different than them, it would be for the best as well... If they want to make fun of me for this, I will just hack them and teach them a little something, still lurking in my own den. Or in the worst case, I would have changed my pseudo... WyverneCastel did not mock me, and maybe never ... even fathomed mocking me. That's probably just a dumb thought but I feel like they are just curious and benevolent (I guess they're the depressed mysterious dude character)? Nonetheless, I don't want to be naive and crushed, but even more I don't want to get closer to the Flame Crown. I don't even want to write down their names. They don't deserve it, right? WyverneCastel, WyverneCastel, WyverneCastel. Let's scribble down more about them.

They... told me I would find my prince if I wanted that much to be with one, and yet feared that much being with them. I guess he would be the kind to speak of "trials", "fate" and "forgiveness". A hopeless optimist, an eternal philanthropist (and not the Izaya kind, huh). I should tell him someday that I'm happy to have him as a friend. He probably already knows about it... right? Maybe I'll just make myself a stupid lad by telling him this... But does he want me to tell him this, too? Perhaps he wishes for a single word as an "hope"? He knew of my school as a "miracle", too. He even asked me if my "beloved" was Epel Felmier... I mean, I could have, perhaps? He's way too cute for me, he almost looks like a child (not a girl since just thinking about it would bring a curse upon me lmao, no honestly, even if I don't like him, that would be disrespectful.), I can't. And we also talked about how frightening he was whenever he snapped... Definitely not for me, and he looks fake too... Like all of Pomefiore, except creepHunt, to be fair. They are just so superficial and shiny... It looks like they want to walk on water and leaped out of it to sit on sunny clouds. I would offer my flames to them if I could... I just told WyverneCastel my love was another student, and not a Pomefiore one. Of course, he could have heard of the school because of its reputation and Pomefiore because Vil is in it... But I'm pretty sure he is a student now, since he already told me he was a guy (wouldn't have assume his gender if he didn't tell me). Well! I assumed he was a student because of the ominous silence following my answer before he started rambling again. His Internet couldn't have crashed since I still could hear his mic buzzing, and so neither was the mic off. He simply, didn't make a sound. For a few seconds. And if he had been surprised about my choice not "being Epel", then he would have surprised before, and not lolling as he was, probably. I didn't tell him but he probably wants me to ask him about this someday too. I guess... I didn't have the time to question him since some scams invaded our serv and began behaving as if they were girls with their girly characters in-game... Of course they were asking for money for IRL meetings and all that stuff so I just hacked them... It took a few minutes, but I couldn't afford to lose hours with WyverneCastel trying to ignore them when they were making a ruckus and... using hyper sexualized women characters? Like wtf, are we still in the past, dudes? They're just hurting everyone by doing this, and the LGBTQIA+ community doesn't needs some dumbfucked lads who would just serve as scapegoats for people hating on trans people and women... So fucking tiresome. I just wanted to talk about my prince and bad-written NPCs barged in. In the end, he just told me everything would be alright as long as I was staying true to my self and that I wouldn't find any semi-perfect prince if I didn't... I guess he meant that it would be easier to find one if I was faking but that the prince would indeed be ideal if everything was a lie, but then the whole prince, castle and white horse would be stuck together around me, and there would be no way of separating them... And the other way around, probably. I should take a walk and sleep, now... Or try to sleep, at least.

[Started Recording at : 9:45 am : Fourth? Day]

The coliseum was blessed by hollowness. Void and vacuity, though fake vacuity in the end, facing the sweet void, twirled among the stairs yet engraved by humans centuries ago. The eerie, airy presents were not made to hold any perfume neither scent. Only one or two students jumped from seat to seat to leave but nothing behind them. All of the ancient chairs were on their own, now. And thus, the presence among them refrained from gamboling as well, and went back to another void. They were, after all, no exception.

-Hmm, it seems the coliseum is empty today. I guess sometimes pups do behave as good boys. Well, if they study in the meantime, that is.

The wind was cut at some point, even if it was authorized to come in this area. He should not be that greedy, probably. No storm, no tempest, no breeze was to interrupt an exam day in the coliseum. Sunshine could not disappear yet, but someday quiet shadows would run accross the dirt field. Stones bedecked by seals and symbols did not need all of this light.

-Pups! Come here. Let us make teams and start the exam right in time.

Each student throngs on the still ground.

-Hm, everyone is here. Good boys. Diamond Cater, Hunt Rook, please make a first team. Mhh... Well, Shroud Idia... What is it, Clover Trey?

-I don't mean to interrupt you at all, sir and I'm sorry if I do. I would like to know if it were possible to be with Shroud? His performances may end up bad if he was with someone he doesn't know, and he may also have panic attack and it would mess up everything.

-This is quite an harsh way of saying things, Clover Trey. I would like Shroud Idia to overcome his fears, but let us be benevolent for this test only. He barely shows up, after all. But next time will be a random pairing, remember this. And this will only works if Shroud Idia agrees with you, Clover Trey. What of it, Shroud Idia?

-I-i-i-i-I... huh... wh-why not... after all...

-Thanks, Crewel sir, thanks Shroud.

The seats were still empty, and were meant to stay away from a temporary crowd. The sun was already too much of a witness, in the end. How much would he suck away all of the water in the flames heir? Perhaps it would first attack his surroundings. He was not alone. There was even a possibility he would get away with a tiny drop in his hands. A drop shining by reflecting.

-Diamond Cater, Hunt Rook, get yourselves ready. Shroud Idia, Clover Trey, stand in front of them. We will start the exam. Let us see who can stand until the end.

The two semi-teams came forth. None of them were fully a team, indeed. Diamond and Hunt smiled to a certain percent, and Clover and Shroud stressing to another. Was it the higher the better, or the lower the better? Several words were muttered by Idia, and Trey barely reacted. Were Rook and Cater deserving of a victory, now?

-Lets us begin, puppies.

-Damoiseau orné de diamants, may you use your unique magic to ease our hunt?

-Suuure~ I planned on doing it from the moment we were facing Shroud anyway~ He fears crowd so let's have fun, Shrouuud~! I'll take a selfie with you if you lose eheh!

-Hey, Shroud you... Hey, why are you hiding behind my back?! Jeez... it was to be expected, I guess. Fine, let's go, Cater! I won't abandon Shroud the way you don't care about Hunt!

-"Split Card"! Let's go, myselves~ Let's pin cutie Trey to the ground and force him to give up!

-Oh, oh, so you think something as simple will work on me, Cater?! Your "selves" won't move anymore if I can strike them all in one single shot... "Doodle Suit"!

-HEHHHHHH?! DID YOU JUST REWRITE MYSELVES?!

-OH YES I DID!

-N-nevermind! It won't be enough to defeat me... as if my unique magic was the only thing that was... shining withing myself! Take thiiiiiiiiiiiis!

A fireball flew across the area, flickering of mad sparkles. Yet, it was alone, as blinding as it could be. No other fires hid themselves. The light went forward, running through the usual sea-like Cater toward the forever lake-like Trey. Cater's "selves" were still, and would not move as long as Trey was not overdoing himself. Basically, Cater "should" have aimed to reduce his focus and magic slots. If Trey could have defend himself twice, then he should have throw several fireballs, as long as they were more than two. Yet he did not. No matter how Trey was stretching his neck and all body as one, there was but one fireball coming his way.

-That won't do it, Cater! I will bring you down... and I will take care of Hunt!

-Heeh~ Could that mean you can't take both of us down? You're really tired, huuh~! I will make you fall asleep and you'll have some sweets dreams, Treyyyyyy~!

They both brung their hands on their foreheads and wiped some sweat, almost in the same fashion as well. There was a possibility they were both lying. Yet, if Cater has used his unique magic and was still forced to maintain it because of Trey's unique magic coercing them into a motionless army... The fireball burst into numerous drops and shone into multiple drips full of infinite colors, filled with Trey's own magic and shades.

-Don't even think your fire magic will be enough to defeat me.

-Then I'll use some tree one... Just kidding! I knew I wouldn't defeat you, but we already won, right, Rook~?

-Damoiseauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Rook Hunt had disappeared from Trey sight for a long time for obvious reasons, but so had Idia.

-I... don't see Le Roi des Ombres behind Le Chevalier des Roses! Quelle est cette diablerie!

-EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!

-Hehehehehehehheheheheheheheheehehehehe... NEVER UNDERESTIMATE ME AGAIN, FUCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERS!

A single ray came behind a still Cater's copy, bouncing between all of the numerous fake selves toward the usual fake one and its superficial yet earnest one, drenching the losing liars with a superficial water worthy of them.

-Huh... we...

-Clover Trey and Shroud Idias team won. A brilliant strategy, I reckon.

-Wait, what do you mean by strategy??? Shroud and Trey had...

-Yeah, I had planned this since the very beginning ufufufufufufuu... From the very moment you thought I was simply muttering to myself, Trey was listening to me and ready to follow my strategy!

-Uwaaa~ Idia Shroud is actually so cooool~ Can I have a selfie with you to apologize~?

-No w-w-w-w-w-way! You hypocrite...

-That aside, I must apologize for judging you, Roi des Ombres. You really do show a beautiful intellect and scheming.

-T-That's okay... Just let me go away, please...

The wind finally thronged in the no-more private area. The void would likely move as well. Among all the droplets, their status was but one, and only one. They were the one hindering the sun fostering reflection. They were the one hiding music. The child of the void's hair waltzed dazzlingly under the bright sun overflowing. His fingers tried to force the hair down in the hood, but only some of his skin obeyed in the end. He coerced his feet protected from the atmosphere by boots to move on, and more especially, back. But the crown of flames rushed forward, gleaming in front of him again.

-How beautiful, Roi des Ombres! Why would you want to hide such brightness...

-Oh, Cater, Hunt, look out, Vil came to cheer you up!

-EHHHHH?

-Oh~?

The flames followed the kid which they were yet meant to fuse with someday. They had no choice once no more could play with them... No sand was brought to their eyes, though. All elements were not helping him, after all. He had disappeared. Only clouds were playing with the sunshine.

-Eeeh, Treyyy~ Vil wasn't there, are you sure your eyesight is good even with your glasses on~...

-I'm sorry! I thought I saw him... Oh, Shroud has left.

-Chevalier des Roses, you are but quite the bad comedian. On a side note, what a great strategy, oh my!

-Rook, what the...

-Le Roi des Ombres sure has thought a lot upon this fight, hasn't he? The fact he asked you transform Damoiseau's copies into motionless mirrors to make his own shot bounce in it... Splendide! It was really splendide!

-Haha, thanks, Hunt. He really thinks a lot... He just needs some time to open up to people. Let's be nice to him.

-You three! Move away, pups! The next team has to fight!

-O-oh, yes, sorry, Crewel sir.

[Ended Recording at : 10:30 am : Fourth? Day]

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twst #twst fanfic #idia x silver

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Pretty Girl, Handsome Boy

A/N: So Mikey has felt a little underappreciated in my opinion, so I did something about it. Enjoy!

And away, and away we go!

~~~

“Ah, shit! Fucker…” you grumbled, setting your controller down in frustration as you waited to respawn.

“Whoa, you’re a chick?”

“Fuck!” you grumbled again, fiddling with your headset. You hated when people found out you were a girl in the gaming universe, but you had forgotten to mute your mic before playing.

The chat at the bottom of the game starting blowing up in the realization of a girl in their midst. The same shit you were used to- comments ranging from about how it made sense how much you sucked now to more lewd comments about other things you could suck.

“Fuck this,” you said, picking up your controller to take yourself out of the game and find a new match. You reached up to hit the switch on your mic to mute yourself.

A notification popped up in the corner of your screen to let you know someone by the tag Mikerowave_X had messaged you.

“The fuck?” you said aloud, opening the notification. Why did that tag sound familiar?

Sorry about those assholes, the message read.

Nah, it’s all good, you typed back, forgot I wasn’t muted.

They’re still assholes. You were playing just fine. Better than some of them, even.

Haha, thanks.

I’m Mike, btw.

I could tell. Clever name. What’s the X for?

It’s a Final Fantasy thing, lol.

Sick! I’m Y/N.

Nice to meet ya, Y/N.

Nice to meet you too, Mike.

What else do you play?

Oh, loads of stuff. I’m not too picky.

Cool. We should play sometime.

For sure. I use the same gamer tag on all my accounts so just hit me up, you typed, not quite sure why you were opening yourself up to play with someone you didn’t know, but figuring if push came to shove you could always block the dude. But something told you you wouldn’t need to; that this Mike character was a good guy.

You down to play something now or were you going offline for the day?

Nah, I was just switching matches. Can’t really play once people find out I’m a girl. Ruins it for me.

Is that why none of us can find the girl gamers on these things?

Just a gamer, Mike. A girl yeah. But a gamer just like you. We don’t call you guy gamers.

Shit, my bad. But you’re for real a girl?

Nah, I’m a middle aged dude with the voice of a prepubescent boy. Yes I’m a girl.

Just checking, damn… can’t be too careful these days.

Says the one who’s prob a middle aged dude himself…

Lol, I’m 24. Swear.

Prove it.

For real? Hang tight then.

A few moments later a picture of a boy with a hat covering his blonde hair, with the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen and beard stubble flashed on your screen, his phone with the date and time next to him for added proof. My mate took it so we could timestamp it for ya, the message below the picture said.

Damn… you typed, immediately recognizing him, all the pieces of the puzzle clicking together: his gamer tag, the use of X being a Final Fantasy reference. No fuckin way...

Haha, like what you see?

As far as nerds go, yeah, you’re kinda hot, you responded trying to keep your cool.

Lol, I got a song by that name. Well almost.

Yeah, I know.

Oh? You good?

I’m a little stunned, you admitted.

Lol why?

Cuz you’re Michael fuckin Clifford

It’s Gordon actually. But yeah, so?

Michael fuckin Clifford is messaging me… fuckin hell this is wild!

Shh, don’t blow my cover. I’m just a gamer, yeah?

Just a gamer, yeah, okay.

Can I get a pic of you? Shit, not like that… I just meant… ah fuck…

Lol, it’s fine. Gimme a sec. If Michael fuckin Clifford wanted a picture of you, you were gonna give him a picture. You tried to do a cute, goofy pose with your tongue poking out, making sure your TV screen with the date and time was visible in the background. Shit, that’s awful, you typed as you sent the picture to him.

Damn…

Haha, like what you see? you teased, using his words against him

Very much so, Y/N, very much so. How old are you, btw?

Same as you, 24.

Yeah?

What, wanna see my license for proof? I don’t lie, Mike.

Nah, you just hide that you’re a girl.

I don’t hide it. It’s visible on my profile. I just keep a gender neutral gamer tag. Keeps the assholes away.

Damn, defensive. I was joking Y/N.

Oh… so you serious about playing a game sometime?

Hell yeah, I’m serious. But, I actually gotta go. Famous duty calls.

Oh, alright. See you around then.

See ya, pretty girl.

Bye, handsome boy.

~~~

You played with Mike for the next few months every time he was on. You didn’t admit it in your messages to each other, but your heart sank when you would see he was offline and it did a little jump when he was. Unbeknownst to you, his heart was having the same reaction.

Hey, pretty girl? he typed about 4 months after the first message.

You heart leapt in your throat. You loved that he had deemed you “pretty girl” although again, you’d never admit it.

Yeah, handsome boy? you typed back, using his deemed nickname in response.

We’re getting back in town here in a few days. Was wondering if we could meet up in person?

Really?

Yeah. I feel like we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well these past few months. Why not?

I don’t want to disappoint you…

Disappoint me? Aw, pretty girl…

I’m a nerd, handsome boy. What you see is what you get. No surprises.

Pretty girl, that could never disappoint me.

You sighed. Alright, name the time and place and I’ll be there.

~~~

You walked into the arcade, double-checking that you were in the right place. “Pretty girl?” a scruffy voice sounded from behind you.

You turned and looked up at the blonde-haired, green-eyed boy who had his arms open for a hug. “Handsome boy,” you greeted, accepting his hug. You smiled into his chest as his arms enveloped you. Damn he felt good. “So, an arcade, huh?” you asked once you let go of each other.

“Figured it’d make a good first date,” he winked.

“Date?” You quirked an eyebrow at him, hands going to your hips. You weren’t dressed for a date. You had spent the better part of your morning deciding what to wear before opting for a simple black t-shirt and jeans. Every day attire, not first date attire.

“Well yeah? What did you think this was?”

“2 friends meeting up?”

“Pretty girl…” he sighed, rubbing his temple. “Look, I’m not good at these things okay? Ash is the…”

“Wordsmith,” you nodded. “I know. Ash is the wordsmith, Cal’s the squishy cheeks who hates love, Luke’s hungover Jesus, and you’re the gamer. I know.”

He let out a small chuckle, “Yeah. But, I like you, okay? I don’t call just anyone ‘pretty girl’. In fact, you’re the only one I call that.”

“Well, I like you too, Mike, but…”

“But what? Is this too real for you now?” His voice wasn’t angry, it was almost sad. Like he was scared he was losing you. Which he was. He had grown attached to you and he wanted more than a gaming friendship with you. And here he was, ruining it. So typical.

“A little?” you admitted, trying to find the words. “I mean, before… you were handsome boy and I was pretty girl. And… and that was enough for me. But now… you’re here. In front of me. And you’re him. You’re Michael fuckin Clifford…”

“It’s Gordon, actually,” he half-joked. “But, Y/N, that doesn’t change anything. I’m still handsome boy, and you’re still pretty girl. What you see is what you get, right? No surprises?”

“Yeah, but you’re you! Like actually you! And I’m… I’m me. And people like me don’t go on dates with people like you.”

He pursed his lips together, a wave of emotion coursing through him. He was angry, yes. But more than that, he was hurt. Hurt that he had hurt you by trying to get close to you. Hurt himself by making himself vulnerable. Maybe this is why Calum hated love so much. This shit hurt.

You looked up at him, as his face tried to process your words and his feelings towards you. You could see the pain etched in his face. “Mike,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “This has nothing to do with you, okay? I like you. A lot, if I’m being honest. But, I’m scared, okay? I’m not blind to your professional life and what that entails. It was easier before. I could ignore that you were you and just pretend you were just Mike, my friend in the gaming world. But this?” you gestured with your hands. “Well, my world’s spinning a little too fast.”

“I’m still him, Y/N…”

“You are. But you’re also not,” you said sadly, thinking that this is exactly why you weren’t supposed to meet your idols.

“God, that’s such bullshit… I’m me, Y/N!” he shouted suddenly, his voice ringing out around you. “I’m still the dude who messaged you to apologize for assholes who think that just because you’re a girl gives them a free pass to make a pass at you. I’m the same guy you’ve been talking to for months. I’m still the same guy in the picture when you knew who I really was. And I’m still here, in front of you, trying to ask the girl I like on a date.”

“Mike… I…” you sputtered. It was too real. It was too real that he was right here in front of you. The feelings you had for him were too real. This was just… too much too fast.

“Look me in the eye and tell me I’m not the same person you’ve gotten to know these last 4 months,” he challenged you.

“Mike, it’s not that simple, and you know it!” You were doing what you did best, closing yourself off so you couldn’t disappoint anyone.

“Bullshit, it isn’t! Look, if this is about you being scared of disappointing me I got news for ya: you don’t. I meant every word I’ve ever said to you.”

“Mike…” you said, your voice breaking. “I can’t be the girl you want me to be. I just can’t, okay?”

“I only ever wanted you to be you…”

“And I am!”

“And that’s enough for me! Can’t you see that? Haven’t I proved that to you?”

“It’s clearly not enough if you want to date me, Mike…”

“Pretty girl, I want to date you because you’re enough. It’s not easy for me to open up to people, okay? I’m not like Ash, I can’t just make myself vulnerable and pass it off as charm. I’m not like Cal who just passes his feelings off as indifference. I’m not a cute dork like Luke. I’m just nerdy ole me who likes nerdy ole you a hell of a lot. You have made these past few months away from home more bearable than I can put into words. Yes, I love my job. I love what I do, and wouldn’t trade it for anything. But it gets lonely. And it gets hard. But when I was with you, I felt at home. Like for once in my life there was someone to come home to. And that’s not a feeling I want to let go of. If this is too much, that’s fine. I get it. I have a tendency of coming on a little strong because I don’t know how to open up, so when I do it’s like an avalanche. If we need to go back to just being gaming friends, I guess I’ll find a way to be okay with that. But I like you, okay? You feel like home to me and I just need you to know that.”

“Mike… I don’t think that’s what it means to like someone…” you said, once he was done giving a voice to all the feelings you’d been having yourself. “Pretty sure that’s love.”

“Oh… well, fuck, maybe I love you then, pretty girl.”

“Maybe I love you too, handsome boy,” you said before reaching up to touch his cheek, needing to look at those green eyes of his.

“Maybe?” he said softly, as his gaze locked with yours, the tip of his tongue poking out to wet at his lips.

“Maybe,” you nodded, before your lips touched his.

#pretty girl handsome boy #michael clifford #michael blurb #fuck I'm swerving #vulnerable 5sos boys make me SOFT!!!#5sos #galcal irwin

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noonaficcorner · 5 years

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Rose-Colored Boy | Part Two

Paring: Mark Tuan | Reader

Genre/Rating: Friends to Lovers | Fluff, Smut (later on), Slight Angst

Warning: Language

Summary: Working as a Nurse, Y/N's favorite pastime is getting lost in her favorite online game with her online gamer squad. After 2 years of online banter, Y/N finally gets the chance to get closer to and meet her online friend, Mark Tuan. With many things in common and the same twisted sense of humor, one thing still remains a mystery: Mark's career that causes him to constantly travel out of the country. Still, Y/N decides to take a chance on what could be more than just friendship and meets Mark for the first time. (New Summary thanks to a friend)

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

It wasn’t hard to find Mark’s apartment building. Forty-five minute subway ride and a five minute walk was all it took to get from your place to his. What was hard was trying to stay calm the whole train ride into his part of town. Being so calm when saying “yes”,but freaking as you’re doing it was starting to drive you insane. As you stood in front of the fancy as fuck apartment building, questions started to flow through your head; What does he do for a living? Are his roommates going to be there? Is he hot? Hot?! That shouldn’t even matter. You weren’t on your way to a blind date. You were just meeting up with a friend. A friend that you have no idea what he looks like or if he is even an adult. Another wave of panic started to wash over you at the thought of Mark not being who he said. Your fingers started to shake as you punched in the apartment number he had given to you.

“Hello?” You knew it was his voice right away. It did nothing to calm your nerves, so when he repeated himself for a third time, you finally answered.

“Hi, it’s Y/N.” It sounded as if he let go a sigh of relief. Instead of replying, the door buzzed open and you went right in. Walking right to the elevator, you followed the directions and went to his floor. Once the elevator doors opened you couldn’t make yourself leave the box. Your finger hovered over the open doors button. Crazy, this was crazy. He wasn’t a full stranger, but you couldn’t tell your body to behave. You needed to snap out of it and slapping your cheeks and cursing yourself seemed to wake you up enough to exit.

“You got this. You’re cool, calm, and a badass.” That was the mantra you repeated to yourself as your hand lifted to the bell and next thing you knew, you heard the locks of the door start to turn. Were you breathing? Didn’t feel like it. Your eyes felt like they were seeing everything and nothing at the same time as a blond head poked out of the door.

“You’re here.” The now smiling face said to you. Was this Mark? Or was this one of his roommates? Either way, you nodded, and he opened the door further for you to enter the nicest apartment you’ve ever seen in your life. This was a vast difference from your studio.

Once the door closed you turned and noticed that he was looking nervous, his hands shoved into jean pockets and his hoodie almost swallowed him, but a small smile was tugging at the corners of his lips.

“So… hi,” he muttered. The distance between the two of you was still more than 5 feet and you weren’t in a rush to close it. Your stomach was in knots and it was something you wish would go away.

“Y/N, say something, please. I’m going crazy wondering what’s going on in that head of yours.” His tone slightly frustrated.

“Um, you didn’t mention that you were rich. Are you a silver spoon kid?” You questioned while looking around at the nice leather furniture and what you could only assume was expensive artwork on the walls.

The mention of money had him running a hand through his highlighted hair. On a closer inspection, you could tell the blond was tinged with a fading purple. Interesting color choice.

“I’m far from rich. Just, hardworking. Umm…” You could tell he was unsure of what to say or do next. Both of you were in the same boat and you hated it. This was the person that you spent countless hours gaming and texting, it shouldn’t be this awkward.

“Do you have water or something to drink?” Before the full sentence was out your mouth, Mark was breezing pass and heading towards what you assumed was the kitchen. He returned in a matter of seconds with a bottle, untwisting and handing it over with a shy smile.

Muttering a thanks, you concentrated harder than necessary on drinking. The distance was almost nonexistent now since Mark hadn’t taken a step back yet.

“I ended up getting that keyboard I showed you.” His comment was random and it took you a second to realize he had actually spoke. Keyboard? You sprinted through your memories to understand what the hell he was talking about.

Suddenly like the typical light bulb going off, a text conversation between the two of you from last week came to mind and you groaned.

“I told you that was crappy! Why did you waste your money on it when there are better gaming keyboards on the market?”

“It glows to the imperial march. How could I not?” His smile was prominent and you wanted to just punch him to make it go away.

“That is the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard and I deal with fanboys on a regular.”

Mark laughed and went to grab said keyboard. You stepped to follow, but you thought better of it. Feeling a little more comfortable, you took a seat on the large sectional couch and sipped at your water.

Questions started to arise again. What did he do for a living or was it that his roommates were well off? What were you guys gonna do today? When would this awkwardness go away, so you could hang with the guy you’ve gotten to know?

Mark came back and fell to the couch next to you and shoved his new toy into your lap.

“Now tell me this isn’t the sexiest thing you’ve ever held in your hands.”

“I can confidently say this is not the sexiest thing I’ve held and you’re insane.”

He pouted at you and you couldn’t help but laugh at the boyish look on his model ready face. Who knew this was the guy you cursed out on a daily basis for messing up in the game?

“Anyway, since you’ve hurt my feelings. I was wondering if you wanted to play with me. I got a beta version of the soon-to-be released Anarchy of the Dead 2. You down?” He seemed more nervous than when you first arrived, but the mention of gaming together, something you were used to, made your grin take over your face.

“Am I a better gamer than you? That’s a yes, by the way, but I didn’t bring my laptop with me.”

“That’s fine, I have a spare I’m sure you’ll find acceptable.” He ran off to what you could assume was his room and came back with two laptops under his arm. Mark set up in the living room and the both of you leaned against the couch side by side and started the marathon of playing.

You didn’t even realize four hours had passed before your neck started to cramp up. Once you started rolling, Mark looked over and next thing you knew, one of his hands was rubbing out a tense part at the crook of your shoulder and neck. The sudden touch had you flinching and his hands left your bare skin almost as quick as they were there.

“So so sorry! I wasn’t thinking. We just met and I’m basically molesting your neck.” He apologized profusely. It was true that your flinch came more from the shock of having someone touch you, but it wasn’t from who was doing the touching. Maybe it was the past four hours that eased the awkwardness, but it felt as if things were just as if we were playing in your own rooms. Also, the pleasure that came from his skilled hands overrode any residual shock.

“No, it’s okay. You can keep going with your cold fingers.” You joked to ease his worry that he crossed the line.

“Better?” He asked with a chuckle when a small moan slipped from your lips after he went back to work.

“I know how you became rich. You give massages to old rich women and they pay you for your magic fingers and pretty flower boy face.” You muttered, your eyes shut and leaning into his rough, but needed touch.

His chuckle turned into a higher pitch laugh and you found yourself joining right in. Mark stopped his impromptu massage and paused both of your games, placing them to the side.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” The tone seemed to shift and it put you on edge. Maybe you shouldn’t have brought up money again. It seemed to make him sensitive.

“Sure…” It was hard not to feel like something was about to shift from the good time that you were having.

“Um, when I opened the door… did you not, ugh. I don’t know how to word this.” You could tell he was feeling flustered. You wanted to ease the tension in the air.

“Don’t be a little bitch, just say it.” You joked with him. When playing with him, you always ended up cursing at him in some way.

His lips twitched and he took a deep breath. “You didn’t recognize me, did you?”

Recognize him? How could you recognize him if this was the first time you were meeting?

“No. Was I supposed to?”

Mark’s eyes shot up to yours and his hands landed on your shoulders. It was if he was inspecting your face for anything other than the truth you just spoke.

“Dude, you’re worrying me. What’s gotten into you?” You didn’t know how to explain it, but Mark’s face changed and he seemed more at ease.

“Nothing. You seemed so nervous earlier, I was wondering if it was because you had seen me before and didn’t want to tell me.” Mark, your friend was back and for a moment you were shaken up at the sudden shift.

Before you could respond the sound of the keypad being pressed and the door opening distracted you both. Mark immediately jumped and ran to the hallway, probably to see who it was. You wanted to follow him, but thought better of it. It was his house after all. Picking up the laptop, you tried to look and act natural, but the voices started to flow from their location.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going to be at the studio all night.”

“Yeah, but I got tired. Why?”

“Uhh, I have company…”

“You do?!”

With that, you heard footsteps hurry toward the room and before you had time to process what was happening, a tall figure was standing above you with a smirk covering his lips. Tall was an understatement, this guy was 70% all legs. You peered around him and saw Mark behind shaking his head and immediately you assumed this was one of his roommates.

“Hi… I’m Y/N.” Finally standing, you could see how tall this guy really was. It was a little intimidating to say the least.

“Yugyeom, the groupmate. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your brow raised as you tried to meet Mark’s wandering eyes. Group-mate? Did he mean roommate?. “Good things I hope?”

“From what this one says you’re the best one on his squad and that everyone else is scared of you.” Yugyeom boasted and that made you swell with pride. You weren’t sure if it was because Mark had obviously talked about you to his roommate or because he acknowledged your gaming skills.

“Well, he isn’t wrong. Do you play? Maybe you can see for yourself. We were just playing.” You turned to the abandoned laptops, but before you could go grab one, Mark stepped in.

“We were taking a break. Aren’t you just stopping home for a second anyway?” Something felt off between the interactions between the two roommates. You could tell that Mark felt uncomfortable, but it made no sense that Yugyeom would be the cause since they both lived here.

“You’re right. I need to head back for dance practice.” Yugyeom explained after shooting some daggers at Mark with his eyes.

“You’re a dancer? What kind?” He didn’t seem like a ballerina. Or was it boy ballerina? Though with those long legs, you could picture him doing something athletic.

Mark looked like he was about to say something, but Yugyeom got in first. “An idol dancer. I’m part of the group GOT7, with this one here. Didn’t he tell you?” He looked actually confused that you had no clue.

An idol? You looked from the two of them and then your eyes started to pick up on things. There were pictures hung with Mark and six other guys. Your eyes flew over to the bookcase and you saw what looked like awards placed on the shelves.

“You’re a… you mean you…” Words were hard as you tried to recall every conversation and interaction you’ve had with Mark over the last 2 years.

“Y/N, let me explain.” Mark came to stand next to you, but your body, acting on its own, took a step back. You weren’t scared, but you did need a moment. Stupidity and embarrassment threatened to take center stage, and you were trying to save yourself from either emotion.

“Oh, you didn’t know. My bad…” Yugyeom apologized as he started to back out of the room. But, it was as if he wasn’t even there anymore. Once your eyes met with Mark’s you could see the worry behind them.

Your own emotions were all over the place. He’s been an online friend for years, of course there were things that you didn’t tell each other, but being famous feels like a huge omission. Details that seemed little and insignificant at the time, were being shined on in new light. Mark’s traveling and months away. All the times he would be around but then ghost you out of nowhere. Times when you worried over hurting his feelings, was he just away on TV or tour?

Popular music really wasn’t your forte. You didn’t keep up with current groups and bands outside of the ones that make their way on the news, but between work and school before, it wasn’t something that kept your interest. The last thing you expected was your online friend to be a member of one of these idol groups.

The sound of the door closing brought you out from the depths of your thoughts and Mark just stood there. It felt as if you were looking at a stranger. Was everything he shared with you a lie? A game him and his famous friends created?

“Y/N…I…” he started to speak, but you held up your hands and turned around to grab your bag.

“Don’t. I can’t be here right now.” With that, you pushed past Mark. You’re only goal was to get out of that apartment as quick as possible. Your mind felt as if it was in shambles while you rode the elevator down to the lobby. Your flight vs. fight instinct kicked in and flight clearly won.The feelings were so strong, it wasn’t until you were outside that you realized your shoes were in your hands and bare feet on the pavement.

Home was the only place you wanted to be, the only place you could organize what just happened. Crap, being catfished by a celebrity is not as glamorous as one would think.

A/N: Thank you for the response! Here is chapter 2. I don't really have a upload schedule but I'll try to not keep it too far in between updates. Thank you to my beta and pre-readers for helping me with this one!

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negasonicimagines · 5 years

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The House that Blows Up Every Few Years

request: Hey! Love your writing! Would you mind writing a Yukisonic x reader where the reader saves one of them from being terribly injured and the other two don’t know what to do cuz they don’t know if reader will make it and they reminisce a bit about when reader made them happy during hard times?

notes: Reader doesn’t save either, but tries to… Everyone lives, but you’ll understand what I mean. This one’s a doozy, at around 2.9k words.

warnings: domestic terrorism, housefire, near-death, hospital, wounds/scars.

The first thing you do after waking up to the smell of smoke is wake up your girlfriend. Ellie may be fireproof, but she’s not immune to smoke inhalation. The two of you grab your go bags and make a swift escape, following the rest of the people in your hallway to your station outside.

As you hear whispers of a bombing, you realize your other girlfriend, Yukio, isn’t at her station.

“She’s not there,” you say to your girlfriend, stomach dropping. “She’s not there.” Without another thought, you super-speed into the school before you can be stopped. Ellie goes after you, but is held back by teachers and staff. She fights them, yelling about Yukio, about you.

Hours that could be minutes pass by and though students are supposed to face away from the school, she and everyone else are staring. She watches as you flit past the windows, but then your form disappears. She watches the door, hoping you’ve gone downstairs, where there are less windows.

Eventually, Logan, Wade, and other assorted mutants who can withstand the fire filter out of the building. Ellie thinks you’re not with them until she notices that Wade’s got someone slung over his shoulder. You.

“Oh god!” she wails, but runs to the first aid station already set up by the authorities. Wade carries you over to the cot she’s closest to, and someone qualified begins working on you, doing CPR on you. “W-Where’s Yukio? She was looking fo Yukio?” Ellie shakes as she asks her question, one she realizes is dumb, while they are actively trying to resuscitate you.

“Why was she looking for Yukio? Yukio was out back, she had an impromptu sleepover with Jubilee,” Wade asks, confused.

“Yukio- She- She wasn’t at her station up front,” Ellie trembles. “Y/N just went in there, without a thought, to get to her… I- I…” She’s too stunned to cry, at least right now. Too stunned to be angry at Yukio, at least right now.

“And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why sleepovers are technically against the rules here. We have too many disasters between the old house, everyone’s old enemies, and anti-mutant organizations like the one that bombed us tonight for anyone to be unaccounted for,” Logan interjects.

“Even I know it’s not the time, dude,” Wade remarks, and Ellie doesn’t reject his comfort when he gives her a hug, letting her turn her head to keep an eye on you.

“As you can see by the soot near her nostrils and the bluish tint to her skin, your friend here is suffering from smoke inhalation. She’s breathing now, but we’ll have to take her to the hospital. What all can you tell us about her? Any allergies or other medical history we should know about? Conditions that may run in the family?” the EMT asks.

“Um, uh, she’s a mutant, uh, s-so she used her super-speed to get in and around there. She would’ve breathed a lot faster, so there m-might be- Y’know, with the inhalation, uh… I- I don’t know anything.” At this realization, the realization that you might die and she won’t know something as simple as if you have any allergies, she sobs into Wade’s chest. Your cot is lifted into the ambulance, and Wade releases Ellie, hopping in there before anyone can stop him.

The fire is finally put out, and the ambulance drives away. Ellie and Yukio sit together in one of the buses to the hotel.

“What happened? I heard Y/N got hurt, is she gonna be okay?” Yukio’s blissfully unaware, and this makes Ellie resent her even more.

“If she dies, I will never forgive you,” Ellie informs her with a cold glare. Yukio didn’t think Ellie was capable of cold like that before now, only burning intensity with every single emotion.

“I don’t understand, what happened?”

“She was looking for you, you idiot!” Ellie shrieks, drawing the attention of everyone on the bus. “Because you weren’t at your station, and you failed to tell either of us where you were. Smoke inhalation kills way faster than the actual fire will. She’s barely alive.”

“What? She was- I- No, no, I- I- No…”

Ellie just continues to glare, silent tears running down her cheeks as Yukio sobs into the empty seat in front of her where you should be. Ellie can almost see you, cracking jokes about how anti-mutant freaks are so stupid they can’t even bomb a building right, or how you’d wished they’d gotten someone you hated this time.

She realizes that she’s not honoring you very well by taking her frustration and fear out on the person who you tried to save.

“I’m- I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. She and I should’ve checked around before trying to go in. You- You’re not an idiot, you just wanted to hang out with your friend.”

“It’s my fault whether it was an accident or not,” Yukio admits, still crying, but she clings to Ellie now, who clings back as the ride continues.

When they get to the hotel, they share a bed, and Sally, Yukio’s roommate, gets one to herself. Normally, you’d be in the bed with them and Sally would jokingly beg you guys not to “do anything freaky.”

Ellie bitterly chuckles at the thought.

“What?” Yukio wonders. The two lay side by side, not even touching. Looking at the ceiling.

“Thinking about Sally asking us not to do anything freaky,” Ellie explains. “Remember when Y/N licked her own elbow in response and nearly dislocated her shoulder?”

Yukio giggles at the reminder, before remembering she’s not supposed to giggle while you’re fighting for your life.

“No, no, Y/N would want us to cheer up. Remember what she’d say, that dumbass meme? Keep your chin up, gamer, your headset is falling.”

“Our heads are on pillows,” Yukio retorts, being pouty and difficult in her near-grief.

“It’s a metaphor and you know it,” Ellie scoffs, knowing she has to step up and be the middle ground between herself and Yukio that you usually were. “Remember that time when she raced Pietro? And all the crazy stuff they did as tie-breakers?”

“She ended up losing because he proposed who could kiss their girlfriend faster as a challenge. He agreed she could choose just one of us, but she refused.”

“She chose you tonight,” Ellie chokes out.

“Baby, no…” Yukio reassures. “You know she thought she would get me out of there in no time, that we’d all be safe together… But I was so- So irresponsible. I’m so sorry,” Yukio breaks down again, overwhelmed by guilt.

Ellie’s phone rings, that stupid ringtone Wade programmed into it for himself when he got ahold of her phone while she was in gym.

Hey, it’s Wade, you need to pick up your fucking phone! Alexander Graham Bell didn’t invent this shit for texting, answer the call!

Ellie almost ignores it, but then remembers that Wade went with you and lunges toward the nightstand, ripping the charger out of her phone and answering, putting it on speaker.

“What’s going on, is she okay? Is she- Is she…?”

“She’s fine, Eleven. They’re gonna take some chest x-rays and whatnot tomorrow to make sure, but she’s alive, just sleeping.”

Ellie sighs in relief, ignoring Wade’s dumb nickname.

“Thank god,” Yukio weeps.

“No, thank Wade for getting her out,” Ellie corrects. “I- I owe you big time, dude.”

“Did you just… Say something nice about me? Wow, maybe- Nope. Not worth it,” Wade jokes, managing to get a chuckle out of Yukio and a smile from Ellie that he can’t see.

“We’ll be there tomorrow,” Ellie confirms, with a relieved sigh following.

“Great. See you then. Try to get some sleep, you don’t wanna be exhausted when you see her again.”

“Alright. Thanks again, man.”

“No problem.” Wade hangs up, and Ellie and Yukio lay back, unsure of how to sleep in the same bed without you. The two of them, between their electricity and fire abilities, produced too much heat to cuddle each other. You typically acted as a buffer between them, allowing them to be close to each other (and you) with no discomfort.

“Do you wanna hold hands?” Yukio offers.

“Mine are all sweaty,” Ellie admits.

“Mine too.”

They hold hands.

“Remember when Y/N went on that roller coaster with us? I think she was the most scared, she held our hands so tight.”

“Yeah. ‘It’s different when it’s me!’” Ellie playfully imitates you.

Yukio giggles. “She really is the best, isn’t she?”

“You’re both the best.”

“No, you’re both the best.”

“Maybe we’re all the best. That’s why we’re all together. No one else is worthy,” Ellie jokes.

“Something like that,” Yukio replies. “I like remembering her. We should do it a lot more. Maybe tell her this stuff instead of assuming she knows it, ‘cause what if she had died and she didn’t know? What if she died because of me and she didn’t know that I love her, I love her so much…?” Her voice breaks a little bit.

“I love her too. And I love you.”

“I love you too. I miss her.”

“Me too,” Ellie agrees. “Remember when you two did that play together? What was it, uh…?”

“Little Shop of Horrors… She was adorable as Seymara. It was awesome that they let us gender-swap Seymour so we could play him and Audrey.”

“Well, your duet during auditions was amazing. I wish I would’ve tried out, I could’ve played a hobo, or Audrey 2. But I was too scared. Should’ve listened to Y/N.”

“We could all stand to listen to Y/N more,” Yukio reminds her girlfriend. “Oh, oh, remember when we saw The Nun and she got so scared at that one part that she ran out of the theater and back in at super-speed? We didn’t even know it happened until she told us after.”

Ellie finally laughs, at this. It was one of her favorite memories of you. You’d insisted on seeing the movie, but at the first jump-scare, you fled. However, you returned. Outside of the humor, that was Ellie’s favorite part: You came back and faced it.

“We should get to sleep, like Wade said,” Ellie suggests.

“Agreed. I love you. Goodnight. Sweet dreams, honey.”

“Goodnight. I love you, too. Sweet dreams, babe.”

Ellie doesn’t have sweet dreams. She dreams of the events of the night, but this time, you die. Wade holds a charred, smoldering body in his hands.

She lurches forward when she wakes up, still crying like she was in her dream.

“Baby, baby, sweetheart, what happened?” Yukio, already awake, rushes from the attached bathroom to Ellie’s side.

“It- It was last night, b-but Y/N died, and she was all burnt up, crumbling,” Ellie pants, sobs breaking up her breaths.

“Shh, shh… She’s okay, Y/N’s okay… We’re gonna see her today… Shhh…” Yukio repeats the sentiment, holding Ellie, who is sitting on the bed, to her and rocking back and forth steadily.

“What happened?” Sally asks sleepily, awoken by the commotion. “Did her, uh… Did her condition get worse?”

“She’s gonna be alright, Skids. Ellie just had a nightmare about what happened, that’s all.”

“Damn, that sucks. Tell Y/N I said to get well soon.” Sally goes back to sleep after saying this, and both Ellie and Yukio get ready to leave.

After this, they check in with Piotr and leave for the hospital, taking a cab there. They wait in the waiting room for visiting hours to begin, and Wade confirms at the desk that they’re allowed to see you.

Ellie and Yukio follow Wade down the halls to your room. You’re awake, sort of.

“Hey guys…” You give them the sleepiest, sweetest grin that makes it more than worth the wait.

“I’m gonna go steal some jello, B-R-B!” Wade announces, exiting swiftly after.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Ellie says, close to crying again.

“Hey, hey, none of that. Look, look… They tell me I’m gonna match Wade.” You hold up your leg, which is heavily bandaged, before letting it flop down on the bed, as if it’s too heavy to lift. Ellie realizes you must be under general anesthesia of some sort. It’d explain your grogginess.

“I’m sorry,” Yukio says. “I should’ve told you or Ellie about the sleepover, I-”

“Sleepover? Right, right, with Jubilee. Don’t blame yourself for me not sending you a text before running into a burning building. Damn, those anti-mutant freaks can’t even bomb a building right. There’s hundreds of people in there and the only person they managed to even injure is me. Damn it, why couldn’t they have gotten that shithead Quentin or something? I’m kidding, I’m kidding…”

Ellie laughs too hard, so glad to hear you make your twisted jokes that she’d usually scoff at, that Yukio would usually playfully scold you for.

“You- If I’d been in there, you would’ve saved my life. You thought I was in danger, and you just… Ran in, without even thinking. I’m- I’m so grateful,” Yukio says.

“Babe, of course. What else would I do?” You ask.

“I don’t know, stay safe and not be stupid?” Ellie mumbles. Now that she knows you’re okay, she can be angry at you for being so reckless.

“You ran after her too, jackass. I’m just faster,” you defend yourself with a scoff.

“Yeah, and you passed out due to smoke inhalation faster, too,” Ellie argues. You sigh.

“I’m not gonna apologize, Ellie,” you make it known. “I don’t regret going in there. What if she’d really been in there? What if someone else was? If I died in there, I wouldn’t have regretted it, because it was the right thing to do.”

“Forgive me if that sounds more suicidal than heroic,” Ellie says with a roll of her eyes, not even hinting at what a hurtful thing that was to say, considering her nightmare last night.

“Y/N,” Yukio scolds, though there’s no malice in her tone, just frustration. “You shouldn’t say things like that! Ellie just had a bad dream about you dying in the fire last night! She cried in her sleep and even after she woke up!”

“Yukio,” Ellie hisses. “You weren’t supposed to tell anyone.” So much for hiding it.

“Babe,” you fret, reaching out to stroke her cheek with your bandaged hand. She turns away at the sight of it, not letting you touch her. If she’d just been faster, maybe she could’ve helped you get out sooner, made you realize you couldn’t stay, that Yukio was somewhere else.

You can’t hide your expression of disappointment at her withdrawal.

“I’m happy you’re both okay, and I am sorry for worrying you and scaring you, just not for what I did,” you admit.

“Fine. I guess I can deal with that,” Ellie decides. She hates herself for being so selfish and afraid, and even hates you a little for not being those things as well. You could’ve stayed safe with her. You didn’t. You sacrificed your life for the potential of saving someone else’s, and you didn’t even regret it, despite only hurting yourself. “I just- You could’ve died.”

“Yeah, I could’ve, but I didn’t, so… Get over it,” you say. You’d tried to be patient, light-hearted, but between Ellie’s pushiness, your nausea from the anesthesia, and your overall exhaustion, it’s not easy to keep up. “It’s not like you almost died.”

“But didn’t I?” Ellie responds, the words almost silently slipping out of her mouth before she can stop them.

You sigh, reaching out to her again. She takes your hand this time, Yukio already holding your other and just watching, grateful to see you again after being so worried.

“I’m sorry we haven’t really chatted much other than arguing, but can I sleep some more?” you request. “You guys can stay in here if you don’t mind the increased potential for drooling and the fact that I might wake up and vomit, but I’m very drowsy.”

“Of course you can sleep, honey bunny. You need more rest so you can heal up faster,” Yukio agrees, while Ellie nods. You yawn before closing your eyes and trying to fall asleep.

You fail at this task, trying for minutes that felt like hours. You open your eyes, looking around. Ellie’s fallen asleep, still clutching your hand, but Yukio is awake, just watching both of you. Careful not to wake up your other girlfriend, you scoot away from Yukio, attempting to make a space for her. She squeezes in, your bodies eventually overlapping as you cuddle.

“I love you,” Yukio quietly says. “Last night, Ellie and I stayed up pretty late, just talking about you. Our worries about you, our favorite memories of you, what we love about you… It really helped us calm down, but I realized that we should be telling you these things that we appreciate about you, not just remembering them when you almost die.”

“Babe, you guys make me feel plenty appreciated.” It’s true. They give you lots of praise, and you them. Despite any other flaws in the relationship, that was a strong attribute of it.

“But- But still. What if you had died, not knowing exactly how much we love you? How much I love you?”

“Love, I promise I know. I love you two, too. Let’s just cuddle and try to relax. I’ve got an x-ray later.”

“Okay…” Yukio agrees, and once you’re in the safety of her arms, you both fall asleep.

Everything is gonna be okay.

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mikauzoran · 5 years

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Adrienette Drabble Sixteen: Hole

Adrien survived Wednesday by hiding out in storage closets and sneaking into class through the back door just seconds before the teacher. He sat in the last row so no one could stare at him, and he carried all the things he needed for the day in his satchel so that he didn’t have to return to his locker and risk running into anybody between classes.

Lunch was tricky. He fled at the bell and hid until it was safe for Chat Noir to emerge and head up to a rooftop to eat undisturbed.

Thursday followed a similar pattern.

Adrien was beginning to think that maybe he could survive like this for the remaining two weeks of the school year when Nino ruined his plans on Friday.

“Gotcha!” Nino declared victoriously as he grabbed Adrien by the arm.

Adrien yelped and struggled frantically to escape.

Seeing the terror on his friend’s face, Nino released his hold. “Whoa. Chill, Mec. Hey!”

Adrien made a run for it, heading for the storage closet down the back hallway off of the gym.

Nino gave chase only to find Adrien cowering behind a rack of folding chairs. “Hey,” he called softly. “Adrien, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. What’s going on?”

Adrien curled in on himself, trembling as he gasped, “D-Don’t look at m-me.”

Nino backed away slowly and took a seat on the other side of the chair rack. “Okay. I’m not looking at you. …Can we talk about this?”

Adrien didn’t respond.

Nino pursed his lips. “You breathing over there?”

“N-No,” Adrien answered honestly.

“Okay. Let’s do that first. Can you take a deep breath for me?” Nino coaxed and listened to Adrien inhale. “Now exhale slowly, all right?”

Adrien did as requested.

“Good. Good job. Now do it again, okay?”

Nino waited, listening to Adrien for a couple breaths before remarking, “You know, I’ve been worried about you. You haven’t been answering your phone, and every day when I stopped by your house, they told me you were sick.”

“I…don’t have my phone. I’m not allowed to talk to Marinette, so…Nathalie has it locked in a drawer…so that I’m not tempted,” Adrien explained, shame filling his voice.

“I see,” Nino whispered. “Well, I’ve been trying to get ahold of you.”

Adrien gulped and replied in a tiny voice, “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re…” Nino trailed off because Adrien was obviously not “okay”. “…not dead or something,” Nino finished lamely.

Silence fell between them again, and Nino let it be for a while.

“…Is there anything you need from me? Seriously. Anything. Even if you think it sounds dumb, go ahead and ask,” Nino offered.

Adrien didn’t respond right away. “…Can I have a hug? I know guys don’t hug, but…”

“Guys not hugging is a stupid rule,” Nino snorted, getting to his feet and going over to sit beside Adrien, wrapping an arm around his friend and pulling Adrien in.

Adrien circled his arms around Nino’s waist, tucking his head under Nino’s chin.

Nino gave Adrien a squeeze, resting his head against Adrien’s and assuring, “Mec, you can have a hug whenever you need one. Anything else you need?”

Adrien shook his head. “…You’re not going to press for an explanation?”

“You don’t owe me one,” Nino replied simply.

“I feel like I do.”

“But you don’t,” Nino chuckled.

Adrien made a disgruntled noise.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Nino prompted.

“I think you already know what happened,” Adrien mumbled.

“I’ve heard the heavily redacted, hysterical-Marinette version, but that wasn’t what I asked you. Do you want to talk about it?”

Adrien considered for a moment before snuggling in closer. “There’s nothing to talk about. I screwed everything up. Marinette doesn’t want to date me. I’m walking wounded here. There’s nothing to talk about.”

“I don’t think that’s what actually happened, but…okay,” Nino easily agreed. “We’ll leave it alone for now, but if you change your mind and do decide that there’s something to talk about, just let me know, okay? For now, do you want to go get some lunch, or do you want to stay here a little longer?”

Adrien raised his head to look curiously at Nino while still maintaining a loose hold. “Get lunch…with you…and Alya and Marinette? I’m allowed to come back?”

Nino winced. “Uh…Sorry. Just with me. I don’t think…I don’t think lunch with the girls is a good idea.”

Adrien pulled away, nodding as he wrapped his arms around his knees and hugged them into his chest. “Yeah. Okay. No…I’m good. You should go eat with the girls, Nino. You don’t have to share my exile with me. Go eat with your…your girlfriend.” The word got stuck in Adrien’s throat.

“Dude, no,” Nino insisted. “And you’re not in exile.”

Adrien rolled his eyes. “I think that’s kind of the definition of exile when you’re not allowed to go back to someplace you really want to be. You should go have lunch without me.”

“Adrien,” Nino sighed. “Look. I’m going to tell you a secret. Even if I wanted to go have lunch with the girls—which I don’t because I would never leave a buddy hanging like that—I can’t.”

Adrien arched an eyebrow in confusion. “You ‘can’t’.”

Nino shook his head. “Marinette would kill me. She is seriously out of her mind with worry because of you. She told me Wednesday to go eat lunch with you—again, not that she needed to because I was going to anyway—but you disappeared so fast, and I couldn’t find you. Same thing on Thursday. Today, Marinette took me by the collar and told me that I had better track you down and make sure you weren’t eating alone otherwise she’d take my Miraculous and give it to my brother Noël. So, you see, I couldn’t eat lunch with the girls even if I wanted to.”

Adrien’s jaw dropped. “Y-Your Miraculous? Did you just say your Miraculous?”

Nino’s mouth rounded into a little ‘o’. “Shoot. She didn’t tell you about that part? She told me she’d told you that you could talk to me because I knew everything. I thought she’d…”

Adrien shook his head in a comically slow fashion.

“Well.” Nino pursed his lips. “I guess both the cat and the turtle are out of the bag now.”

Adrien paled. “She…told you about me?”

Nino waved his arms vehemently. “Nonono. I figured that out myself from context.”

Adrien frowned incredulously. “What context?”

Nino rubbed at the back of his neck, averting his eyes. “Well, last Friday she texted me about dating Chat Noir, and then Saturday afternoon I texted her teasing about her sexy kitty boyfriend, but she flipped and said she absolutely could not date Chat Noir, but then she wouldn’t explain. I asked if it had anything to do with Adrien-you, and she flipped some more about how you’d confessed to being in love with her and how things were a mess. At that point, I kind of put things together and realized the only way that the situation made sense was if you and her friend Minou were the same person.”

Adrien’s face lost all remaining color.

“I also realized that I had helped steer her off a cliff by suggesting she date Chat Noir,” Nino groaned.

“Oh,” Adrien replied softly. “…Thank you for saving my butt the other day with that silly putty akuma.”

“Any time, Mec…. I am going to be a wreck from now on knowing it’s you out there,” Nino realized. “This is going to suck.”

“Sorry in advance,” Adrien muttered.

“You’d better be when you literally give me a heart attack,” Nino snorted.

“…Your gamer tag finally makes sense. NinjaTurtleIRL…. Isn’t that a little obvious?” Adrien snickered.

“It’s been three years, and you haven’t figured it out,” Nino countered smugly. “Is ‘LeChatDeLaPrincesse’ any better?”

Adrien winced.

“Come to think of it, you’ve had that handle for a couple years now, haven’t you? But you only started liking Marinette romantically a few months ago. What’s up with that?” Nino quirked an eyebrow suspiciously.

“Okay, so maybe I’ve had a low-grade crush on her for a while. Chat and Marinette started hanging out two, two and a half years ago, and…I don’t know.” Adrien shrugged.

Nino nodded. “Many guys have found themselves in a state of ‘I don’t know’ with Marinette. It’s a common reaction.”

Adrien sighed, resting his chin on his knees. “Yeah, but how many guys has she driven past the brink of desperation into lunacy?”

“You’re not crazy, Adrien. You’re just in love. Trust me. I know they feel similar, but there is a difference,” Nino assured.

“…I got my father to allow me to see a therapist,” Adrien remarked in a voice just above a whisper.

“Dude, that is awesome!” Nino gave Adrien’s upper arm a celebratory clap. “I am really excited for this new leaf your dad has been turning over lately!”

Adrien grimaced. “All it took was telling him I was afraid I’d end up killing myself if things didn’t get better.”

Nino’s elation quickly dissipated. “You shouldn’t tell people that…unless it’s true.”

Adrien gulped and nodded. “I don’t ever want to get to that point, but with the way things are going…I am afraid of eventually getting there.”

Nino wrapped his arms around Adrien once more and squeezed tight. “We are going to get you better, okay? We’re going to keep you safe, so don’t worry about the future. Let’s focus on the here and now. All right?”

“‘Kay’,” Adrien mumbled into Nino’s neck. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. I’ve got you,” Nino promised.

They stayed like that a good minute before Nino tentatively pulled back to ask, “You doing okay now? You want to get some lunch, or is there anything else we need to talk about?”

“I’m ready for lunch, but I don’t want to go down to the lunch room with everyone else,” Adrien admitted.

Nino nodded. “All right. I’m going to go get food, but then I’ll meet you back up here, and we can eat together wherever you want. Sound like a plan?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Adrien affirmed with a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

Nino rolled his eyes fondly as he got to his feet. “Silly boy. You don’t have to thank me. I love you, Mec. I’m here for you.” With a wink, Nino was off, leaving Adrien to consider what a great friend he had been blessed to find.

…And the fact that Marinette was still looking out for him, worrying about him eating lunch alone when she wasn’t in a place where she could eat with him herself.

Hope swelled in Adrien’s chest.

Adrien told Nino to head back to class first after the lunch break and that Adrien would be along soon. When Adrien snuck into class through the back door at the very last minute, he found Nino sitting in the back row in the seat next to the one right by the door that Adrien had been occupying the previous two days.

Adrien blinked owlishly.

“Can I sit here?” Nino inquired, prepared to be told no. “It’s okay if you want to be left alone, but I thought you could use some company.”

“You don’t want to sit up front by Alya?” Adrien pressed, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

Nino waved away Adrien’s concern “Not until my best bud can sit up there next to me.”

“Sometimes I want to kiss you,” Adrien chuckled. “Thank you, Nino.”

“Any time,” Nino assured as he tried to keep his blush under control.

#Adrienette #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Adrien Agreste #Adrien Agreste #Nino Lahiffe #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Mikau's Writings #There's a Daisy

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firebirdsdaughter · 5 years

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Hee hee hee...

... I found a Zi-O 14 raw...

I’m gonna watch it!

(I’m still tired though, so this’ll likely be a speed through and then I’ll do another post later, but anyway, more below!)

(So it turns out I lied. I got way to into the episode. Sorry.)

In no order:

YES! Geiz you softie, I knew it. Even if you’re gonna defend it by saying it’s bc you want to be the one to kill him or whatever, I knew you weren’t gonna leave it at that.

It’s making me think of something from the musical ep of Buffy (disclaimer: I have not actually watched Buffy I just have the music from that ep bc... I love show tunes. No. Really. That’s why.). Weird comparison, I know, but hear me out--Spike’s got this line that goes (w/ some less applicable parts removed) ‘I hope she fries ... I better help her out.’ Literally, I feel like that's what happened here. Geiz is like ‘I totally do not care at all that he is dead, absolutely not, not for any reason whatsoever, I’m going to leave now good-bye. ............ OkaymaybeI’mgonnagosavehim. But only bc I want to be the one to kill him. Not bc I care at all in any way even a little bit.’

RYUKI!

Yeah, yeah. I know it’s just Tsukasa, but, I mean... Ryuki.

Aw, he did the henshin kinda like how Takeru used to do it. ^^ God, Tsukasa, what are you doing giving me warm fuzzies?

THREE GHOST NO WAITING.

TSUKASA LOOK WHERE YOU’RE THROWING YOUR SHIT GO PICK THAT SWORD UP RIGHT NOW!

NO! MY BABY! WHY HAVE THE LAST THREE TAGS BEEN IN ALL CAPS?

Okay, yeah, but... We already know Takeru has one/it. So... Hm. Does Tsukasa know that? At this point I just never take anything this man says or does at face value, so...

Ooop. Yup. Guessing he dropped that on purpose. What is your plan here, Tsukasa?

SOUGO JUST LOADED TAKERU INTO THE TIME MAJIN. HE’S MAKING HIM DRIVE. I LOVE THESE TWO GOOFBALLS THEY ARE SO CUTE.

Wait. Is future¡nonRider¡Takeru gonna meet past¡Rider¡Takeru?

OH. Oh... Wow. Okay. Not the plan I was expecting to be implemented. A... Apparently Takeru’s new Force Push works on physical stuff, too. Alright then! Sure, I’ll take it!

WAIT IF GHOST SOUGO ISN’T THERE HOW IS TAKERU GONNA GET BACK???

Oh, hey Woz. I guess. He seems... A little frustrated about something?

Sougo, why are you making a face like you got caught talking in class? You don’t have to feel bad about this. You did a good. A... Side from semi-stranding Takeru in the past?

Wait... If the incident never occurred, then Another Ghost was never created, then Takeru never lost his memories, then he never got deRidered... But the Ghost Watch exists so he should still be deRidered.... Augh! I knew I didn’t have the brain for this time travel stuff! I’m gonna stop thinking about it.

And now Uhr (or whatever his name is) is gonna pout. Which is probably gonna be destructive.

But also... MAKOTO!!!

Though... Why is Makoto here? Though, I guess I’m not sure when exactly this would fall during Ghost, since we weren’t given any timeline indication for it. Seems to be after Takeru and Makoto made up, though... I guess he was in the area? And then saw Takeru getting attacked.

Yeah, okay, so he’s still Spectre, which means the Ghost timeline hasn't been erased yet.

Aw, and he doesn’t know it’s not the Takeru from his time. So... Are we gonna have two Takeru’s? I’m curious.

IT JUST APPEARED! NOW IF PAST¡TAKERU SHOWS UP WE WILL HAVE FIVE FOUR GHOSTS!!!

Unfortunately, we lost one bc Tsukasa is a dick.

I’m assuming Takeru’s memories are back, too.

Makoto is just staring at him (looking absolutely fantastic, might I add) like ‘dude wtf are you okay? What’s going on?’

THEY DID THE POSES THEY SAID THE THINGS

Uhr, why are you surprised? Did you not do your research or something? YOU PICKED A FIGHT W/ THE ACTUAL KAMEN RIDER GHOST.

I realise this is all gonna get erased by the end of this (come to think if you erase the Ghost Timeline... What happens to Makoto and Kanon? I mean, Takeru never dies... Do they never get sucked into Gamma? Bc the accident never occurs, or bc Gamma never exists? And if Gamma never exists... What about Alain? And his family? Oh Dear.) so this won’t happen, but it’s really funny think about Makoto mentioning this to the Takeru of the past later and having 2015¡Takeru be like ‘Makotonii-chan wth are you talking about?’ and Makoto is like ‘Wth do you mean wth? YOU WERE THERE!’

SWARTZ JUST SHOWS UP TO SCOLD HIM. I love this evil time manipulating family that hates each other.

Okay, but Uhr is gonna turn the brother into Another Ghost anyway... But now he’s not dead, so destroying the Another Ride Watch isn’t a moral dilemma anymore.

And there go Makoto and Takeru.

EXCEPT THAT’S TAKERU FROM THE FUTURE HOW IS HE GETTING BACK.

Wait... Is Geiz still in 2015? Maybe he can give him a hand.

Sougo, did you just realise that Woz does not actually have your best interests in mind? I’ve known that since nigh ten episodes ago.

I feel like Makoto was either just like ‘Takeru what the hell is going on?’, ‘What are you doing here?’ or, ‘Weren’t you wearing something else half nd hour ago?’ (okay, probably not that last one). And now Takeru is scrambling bc he can’t very well be like ‘yeah I’m actually Takeru from the future who forgot he was a Kamen Rider etc.’

Mika there w/ the accidental save. I’m sure a little sister looking for her brother is gonna hit a nerve w/ Makoto, too...

Poor Makoto. He’s getting Gaim Arc Tsukuyomi’d. It’s okay, honey, this’ll all have never have happened by the end of this episode.

He’s still, like, two dimensional, though. Physically, I mean. Like, Flat Stanley. He can fit through tight spaces if he turns sideways.

Takeru is such a terrible liar he has to look the opposite direction. It’d be really funny if the Takeru of 2015 came running up right after they leave. Poor Makoto would be so confused. Even more than he already is.

Poor guy, I’m so sorry. Don’t worry. Like I said, by the end of this, this’ll never have happened.

Aw, Geiz came back. I’m glad he’s alright.

Also... OH MY GOD I JUST NOTICED SOUGO MOPING IN THE CORNER.

It sounds like he’s complaining, but I don’t speak Japanese, so I’m not sure. I’m really confused as to why Takeru didn’t tell them, though... Like, did he think they wouldn’t believe him?

Oh, yeah... What’d they tell Junichiro? He doesn’t seem as worried as he’d presumably be if he knew Sougo was technically dead...

Tsukuyomi taking one for the team w/ this conversation. Geiz is just sitting there like ‘this is one of the most awkward moments of my life.’

Oh my gosh, they just came in. Poor Takeru’s running around so much. His feet have gotta hurt by now.

Takeru don’t talk to Sougo when you know no one else can see him, for pity’s sake.

See what I mean? Everyone is looking at you like you’re nuts.

Oh for... SERIOUSLY? YOU’RE ONLY TELLING THEM NOW? You bloody little troll. It’s okay, I still love you.

I’m... Pretty sure they just mentioned Akari. Aw, that’s sweet. They couldn’t get her back, but they didn’t forget her.

I’m starting to wonder if the Ghost cast just have a group chat and Takeru’s actor was like ‘hey who’s free during this time period?’ and these are the folks who could make it.

Aw, Geiz is embarrassed. I saw you doing the awkward embarrassed thing. Poor Tsukuyomi just collapses in a chair.

Oh my gosh... Geiz is mad that that they made him embarrassed and have feelings, so he’s got both Sougo and Takeru by the shoulders like an angry big brother or something, and poor Takeru’s trying to explain, I love this episode. I also love how bad Geiz is at feelings.

Wait, though... Did they give Sougo his body back, or did they just temporarily revitalise his ghost? Bc I seem to remember that while Takeru was a ghost, he was capable of being corporeal at times.

I love how Sougo is just nodding along w/ what Takeru’s saying like ‘Sempai, save me!’

Geiz is like ‘You asshole... I GOT DOUBLE RIDER KICKED FOR YOU!’ He’s totally gonna try and kill him again for this...

This is totally like that moment in Dekaranger when Hoji got huffy about something and stalked out and the rest of the team just started giggling and someone literally said ‘He’s so bad at feelings!’ Bc Geiz is very bad at feelings. I love him, he’s so hopeless.

Yeah, it’s fine, Takeru was able to make it so he was no longer reanimated. And confused the hell out of poor Makoto in the process!

Geiz is also embarrassed about the Ghost Ride Watch getting destroyed. It’s okay, peaches, you got double Rider Kicked, remember? Anyway, Takeru’s got one. Well, I mean... Presumably it’s the same one. Just... It’s in a time loop. And it will be until we finish changing time. At least we know it’ll always come back, bc Puma Zi-O has to have it for Geiz to steal in the first place.

Aw, the Time Jacker sibs are working together! Guess Dad frustrated.

Robot fights? In my Kamen Rider? It’s more likely than you’d think!

Aw, look at that. They just got their gamers on.

Oh, nope, now we’re Build and Cross-z.

God, you boys REALLY SUCK at not being in sync. Are you sure you weren’t meant to work together?

Woz here, trying manipulate Tsukasa. Please. You don’t play a player.

Still excited for the day Geiz uses Sougo’s name.

Geiz here, sharing the powers again.

Tsukasa is sitting in this construction equipment like one of your french girls.

I think Tsukasa just asked Woz who he was talking to, and Woz was like ‘Uhhh... I dunno?’

I just realised... Sougo’s Decade Armour has a barcode on it?

YES! THANK YOU! I knew I could count on you, Tsukasa. He just yelled at Woz to either stop or be quiet, I’m pretty sure, snatched the book and closed it. Bringing back Masahiro was a great choice, I love this. So long as he can keep it up. I hope he’s not overdoing it between this and Jinga.

Either that or he said ‘too long,’ which is also true.

Oooooooo. He can use two Riders at once on the sword.

Woz, are you just realising Tsukasa is doing what he wants, not what you want? Seriously?

Like I said, I do trust Tsukasa to at least have noble intentions/goals, even if his methods are rather... Questionable at times. I do believe he does take his post as a Kamen Rider seriously. Even if he’s... Tsukasa.

The Decade Armour is chanting ‘HEI-SEI HEI-SEI HEI-SEI etc. etc.’ and I’m afraid I must admit I love it.

Aw, Tsukuyomi and Takeru waited for him to wake up. Geiz isn’t there bc he’s embarrassed.

Junichiro is scared of Tsukasa, and you know what, valid.

Also Geiz is gonna kill something and for once it might not be Sougo. It’s okay, dude. Like I said, at the end of the day, he is a Kamen Rider, the goddamn leggy bastard.

HE’S JUST EATING THE FOOD OH MY GOD THIS MAN IS UNSTOPPABLE.

I love how he apparently takes the camera off to eat.

And Tsukasa is still himself, even though the Decade Ride Watch exists... Hmm... So either the thing about there being two Koutas was true, or... There’s something else going one w/ leg asshole here that allowed him to keep his memories when even Fruit Jesus lost them.

That’s... Actually an okay photo? Tsukasa, have you improved?

Geiz is gonna try and kill him again. Sorry, sweetie, he’s just like This. I wouldn’t advise picking a fight right now, he’s been around the block multiple times. He’d just trash you again.

Is Woz... In the scene? Or is he... Not? Is he trying to predict Tsukasa? Oh, this’ll be interesting. Tsukasa vs Woz.

Geiz is still glaring, Tsukuyomi looks a little like a frightened rabbit. Zi-Ot3 isn’t sure what to make of the leggy bastard just yet.

So, the preview...: Is Puma Zi-O planning to beat his past self into submission? That’s... Dark. What’s the relationship between Woz and this Kisshan fellow? Did Puma Zi-O feel like Woz was screwing up, so he sent Kisshan back, or was this the plan from the start? Does Woz even actually work for Puma Zi-O? Is he just playing a part and biding his time for something else? Looks like, as a comment I saw put it quite well, Puma Zi-O is entering the chat next week. Kisshan is gonna throw Geiz and Tsukuyomi around, much to Sougo’s horror, it appears. And Tsukasa... Not sure what Tsukasa is up to yet. Not that I expected to know.

Oh, yeah, and wasn’t there a recent scan leak of Geiz’s Time Majin using a Diend Ride Watch? So... Are we actually gonna be seeing Kaito, or... What? Bc Kaito and Geiz, that’d be a pair. Kaito would probably tease him, and Geiz would fall for it every single time. We’ll see. I have no expectations as far as returns go bc I know they’re limited by availability and willingness, so let’s just go with the flow!

Alright. I’m sorry this was so long. Virtual toffees for anyone who read all that. I still love Geiz, he’s bad at emotions and embarrassed by feelings, I love it. Presuming we’re gonna have a ‘Puma Zi-O is my enemy, Tokiwa Sougo is my friend’ moment at some point (kinda like Ryuuga had over Katsuragi and Sento respectively). Poor Tsukuyomi is trying to wrangle these idiots, but I wish they’d give her a little bit more to do. Tsukasa remains Tsukasa, not surprisingly. Hope to see more of the bitter Time fam that hates each other in the future. Who knows, since Sougo is going to 2068 next week, maybe we’ll even get to meet Goggles.

Also, for anyone wondering why it says ‘Puma Zi-O’ all over this... Well, my computer kept correcting ‘Ouma’ to ‘Puma’ and I eventually decided that ‘Puma’ was funnier. That’s all.

Here’s a shot of Makoto looking attractive despite poor quality to finish off:

#Kamen Rider Zi-O #Zi-O Spoilers #i loved this episode #though poor Takeru ran his little feet off the sweetie #Geiz was embarrassed by feelings #and Makoto had the most confusing day of his entire life #which was then erased from time #if i spelled anything wrong i'm sorry #it's late and i shouldn't be up #i'm too tired to check anything #also too tired to tag so #have I mentioned I love Geiz?#I also love Makoto and Takeru too #and the Zi-Ot3 #onward to the next!#^^#Timey Wimey Rider

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secretsofthemasquerade · 6 years

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Nighthawks’s Kickstarter and interview with author

Hey guys, you might have seen this kickstarter over the past month, as its approaching its deadline I thought I’d interview the main dude for you guys :)

I played the demo that’s available, which isn’t fully representative of the story’s debth (as it was meant to be just a small visual fiction), which displays great attention to art, great voice acting, and quite nicely written characters and unique starting situation.

Overall I really love the concept and I’d like to see this game become a reality, we need down-to-earth games even if they’re not labelled WoD :p

Here’s the link to the kickstarter. You can get the game for just 20 bucks ^^ HURRY though, it ends in FIVE DAYS.

The author, Richard Cobbett, has done lots of work in the past, and the publisher is a solid one too (the publisher’s TechnoBabylon is just life, and Sunless Sea/Skies were made by this author), it’s not his first rodeo and he’s, as he put it in the discord server: “I'm writer, designer, programmer, marketing person, video compositer, UI engineer, community manager and basically everything not involving drawing“. His wording isn’t pretentiously all over the place and “darker than thou”, but it has the right amount of work from hat I could see from the screenshots and the demo.

So here goes! Interview under the cut!

“Who are you, apart from what we know from the Kickstarter?”

I’m Richard Cobbett, and if you know me from anything it’s probably about 20 years of games journalism, including things like PC Gamer’s “Crap Shoot” column and Rock Paper Shotgun’s “The RPG Scrollbars”, or my work on Sunless Sea/Sunless Skies. But I’ve done quite a lot more than that, including the mobile adventure Silent Streets and the space game The Long Journey Home.

So, this is far from my first rodeo. I love cats, hate spiders, and once made a pitch to White Wolf that included the secret goal of making my home town of York a Tremere stronghold. I am entirely serious about this.

“In a few words, for a VtM Audience, what is the premise of Nighthawks' world?”

Vampires exist. You know this, because you’re one of them. But unlike the World of Darkness, the Masquerade has failed. You’ve been exposed, and the world is trying to figure out where to go next. You begin as a penniless vampire in a shitty hotel in the cheapest part of a dying town, and Nighthawks charts your rise from rags to riches as you become part of the new politics.

Things are of course very different from WoD, both to avoid treading on White Wolf’s paws and because of course I wanted the fun of creating my own setting! For starters, Nighthawks is a bit lighter in tone, and more rooted in the problematic elements of being a vampire. Blood tastes foul, being bitten hurts, and the world is at best incredibly suspicious and at worst outright hates you.

Also, vampires don’t secretly run the world. They’re more like cats, in that they’re fiercely individualistic and territorial, with many of them not even having historically known that there were others like them. There’s a few groups here and there that have had some historical sway in the world, such as the Eternal Dynasties that latched onto the great courts of Europe like parasites, and a handful of aristocrats who spread with British colonialism to find Heirs to further refine their bloodlines, but they’re very much in the minority.

The closest equivalent to the Masquerade is that some - not most, though you’re one of the lucky ones - have powers. These are primarily mental rather than breathing fire and turning into bats and so on, like Mesmerise or Corpse-Talking or copying the face of a human for a brief period. Vampire society is doing its best to hide the existence of these for fairly obvious reasons - they’re already distrusted enough! They’re also not skills to just spam at problems, but very expensive aces-in-the-hole to deploy very carefully.

There’s a lot more to say and discover about the world, but in short, it’s something that I think Vampire fans will both enjoy for the parts of the atmosphere it shares, and love exploring for all the cool ways that it tries something a bit different. It’s a game rooted in the social side of vampire life, where a dinner party can be more dangerous than any back-alley rumble, and one where you get to be a direct part of the big decisions that define what it means to be a vampire, versus showing up five hundred years after the Convention of Thorns or whatever already laid out how things work.

It’s also a game designed to let you play whatever character you want - both in terms of things like sexuality and gender, and just background. You’re not restricted to just being JC Denton with fangs. If you want a character who was, say, a hairdresser in their mortal life and who has never been in a fight, that’s just fine. Or, of course, you can be a bruiser. Everyone deserves the chance to be a badass vampire, and a badass vampire that fully represents them.

Hmm. That was quite a few words, wasn’t it? Sorry. I get excited!

“What are its mechanims and gameplay like? How long do you think it will take for an average player to beat the full game?”

We’re looking at around 15-20 hours for a playthrough, with a ton of replayability. Lots of choices, differences in character builds, cool things to discover… the lot. We’re primarily using text because it allows us to really flesh out the world and add as many stories as possible.

Mechanically, it’s a mix of life-simulation and RPG. It resembles games like Sunless Sea, in that most options are chosen from a list, alongside some gorgeous 4K graphics and voice acting. However, under that is a fierce system of RPG options and life simulation. Every click is a tick of the clock, as you explore the city, improve your character, and get back to safety before sunrise. Rather than the standard critical path of quests, the design is based around Objectives. In the first act, the simplest, your main goal is pretty much just making sure you can pay your hotel room bill. How you go about that is up to you, whether it’s hunting, taking on assignments, investigating rumours and so on. Later chapters of course get more complicated as you have to balance basic survival with dealing with crooked cops and politics.

I’ve posted a lot about the game design and where we’re going with it all in the Kickstarter Updates. Worth checking out! I think V:TM fans will really like it.

“What got you into vampire fiction and vampire games? Why make a game with those themes?”

Firstly, urban fantasy is awesome and it’s depressing that we see so little of it in gaming. Vampires specifically intrigue me as a designer because they offer so many mechanical opportunities - blood, sunlight, etc - and as a writer for the constant dichotomy between power fantasy and personal nightmare.

Nighthawks is very much rooted in exploring that, with some characters who find their undeath a curse, others who find it liberating, and with the player allowed to decide for themselves where they stand. It doesn’t hurt that the individualism of vampires allows you to create some really awesome characters who are fun to hang out with. Our Kickstarter backers immediately connected with the Companion in the demo - Madame Lux, a vampire stage magician with the power to manipulate human sight. She’s just one of many really vibrant characters, including con-artist cult-leader Maze, vampire fangirl bartender Becca, and Inez, a pirate queen from the Golden Age of Piracy struggling to adapt to a world where none of her skills are still in any demand.

Then throw in all the awesome vampire folklore from around the world, and you’ve got a fantastic palette to paint with. Much of the Nighthawks design makes me grin just to think of it, and I think players are going to dig it too.

“Favorite VtMB story part? NPC?”

Well, as a paid-up fan of the Tremere, obviously, Strauss. Good egg. Totally not like that awful LaCroix chap. Other than that, Heather and Tourette are obviously the first ones that everyone thinks of, and with good reason. Grey de Lisle’s voice makes any character awesome, and the Heather sequences were shockingly brutal the first time around. Absolutely amazing writing in those bits.

But I’m probably going to say Deb of Night. I love radio in games as a way of conveying atmosphere, and that’s one of the best one. I don’t know if it’s cool or sad that a few years ago I was in Santa Monica on a press trip, and spent some time wandering around the Pier while listening to Deb’s show. Bit of both?

“Anything you'd need apart from more backers to make sure the game becomes a reality?”

Moral support, really! Game development is a long and often pretty lonely experience, where you never usually know if anyone is going to want what you’re making when you’re done. It’s a real boost to know that so many people are excited by Nighthawks and really want to see it happen. That certainly adds some pressure, but the kind of pressure I think everyone can appreciate!

#nighthawks #vampire games #video games #my first interview lol

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writingsofthemoonchild · 6 years

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Chapter 3: For Some, Memories Return While Others Lose Theirs

Ronnie's POV

I watched Luna walk away from me. Tears pricked my eyes. Why did I say that? God, she is right. I'm an asshole. I got angry when she said those things about me. Running a hand through my hair, I walked towards my bike. Rebel met me there.

"Dude, what the fuck was that!" She blurted. I sighed and looked at her.

"Please don't yell at me. I'm not in the mood and don't want to snap at you too." I struggled to keep my voice normal. But ultimately failed as it wavered. I handed her my second helmet, before slipping on mine. Rebel's eyes softened as she noticed my voice.

"Sorry... I just really don't want you two to break up! You guys are my OTP!" She said putting on the helmet. I chuckled softly. She smiled.

"Let's get you home!" I said swinging my leg over my bike. Rebel easily got on behind me. I'm used to Luna needed help to stay steady. I wiped my eyes and started the bike. Rebel held onto my waist as we weaved through cars. It felt strange riding with someone else, besides Luna. She would always hold on tight and get as close to me as she can. Not that she was scared, just because she wanted to be close. Some points during the ride, I would feel her kiss my back lightly. She would rest her head on my back as she looked at the scenery we passed. During the summer, Luna would sneak out and we would go for a drive out in the country. One time we found this field that was covered in flowers. It has a perfect view of the moon and the stars. Whenever one of us needed a break or just to get away for a night, we would go there and star gaze.

I was brought out of my thoughts when Rebel spoke.

"Ronnie, you passed my house." She laughed.

"Oh..." I turned into a gas station parking lot and turned around. This time I paid attention to where we were. I don't know how we didn't crash when I was lost in my thoughts. I pulled up in front of Rebel's house. She got off my bike and handed back the helmet.

"Thanks for the ride, Radke. I hope everything works out for you and Luna." She spoke. I smiled and nodded.

"See you tomorrow!" I said putting the helmet away. Rebel smiled back and ran towards her front door. I waited till she got inside okay before driving home.

I flung open my bedroom door. Finally, alone. I can finally lash out. I slammed the door closed, before screaming at the top of my lungs. No one was home. I punched my wall. Pain shot through my hand, but I didn't care. I hurt the one I love. I hurt Luna. I picked up a photo of my family and I and tossed it across my room. It struck the wall before sliding to the floor. I gripped my hair in my fist.

"WHY AM I SO STUPID!" I shouted kicking my desk. My hand and now foot were in pain but so was my heart. Luna was probably in pain too. I said I didn't want to spend another minute with her. When really, I wanted to hold her close and never let go. I want to spend every minute with her. My heart aches for her. I love her so much.

The way she smiles. She doesn't smile with her teeth often. When she does it can brighten up the entire room. The way she laughs. When she is laughing really hard, she will cover her mouth. Sometimes she will start tearing up because she is laugh so hard. There are times where she won't be able to stop laughing and that will us laugh even more.

I love her style. She doesn't care what people think of her. Luna could have an important presentation or be standing in front of the whole school and she would wear sweats. I love her voice. It's sweet and smooth. But it can be hard and fierce when she wants it too. I love her need to dye her hair different colors. I love her singing voice. I love her. I love her so much. I can't live without her.

I remember the first time I laid eyes on her. It was the first day of middle school. Chris and she slid out of her mom's car. I was watching the cars as they dropped kids off. Headphones in my ears, music blasting. Someone must have said something funny in the car, as they were giggling and smiling as they got out. She wore leggings, sneakers and a pink sweatshirt. This was before she and Chris started wearing more black. Luna put her backpack on one shoulder and fixed her brown hair. At this time, she hasn't dyed her hair. She still had her long dirty brown, silky hair. I wanted to run my hands through it as I held her. Chris and she walked up the path to the doors. I watched them walk past. My eye fixed onto Luna. She looked over at me and made eye contact. My breath hitched in my throat. I made up my mind. I must know this girl.

I decided that I would become friends with her before I asked her out. Get to know her more and make sure she likes me back. Every class we had together, I would sit next to her. Each time I sat down, she would look over at me and smile. The third class we had together, she spoke.

"Hey." My head snapped towards the voice. It was the most beautiful voice I have ever heard. I found the girl looking at me, smiling. From the classes we have had together, I found out her name was Luna.

"H-hi" I stuttered stupidly. Her smiled widened.

"Im Luna! I've noticed you have been sitting next to me in all of the classes we have together. I thought I would say hi." I nodded. Some of the nerves went away,

"Im Ronnie." This time I spoke more confidently.

"Ronnie," She repeated as the teacher walked into the room. "Cute name." She winked before turning back to the front. Her last few words left me speechless.

I didn't speak to her again till lunch. I got my food before turning towards the tables. Everyone already had their set tables. You had the athletes, the preps, the gamers/nerds and then the outcasts. Outcast population of one- wait. My eyes landed Luna and her friend sitting off in the corner. All by themselves. Maybe i'm not the only outcast. I gulped and walked towards them. They were laughing about something. Luna's eyes drifted away from her friend towards me. We made eye contact. She smiled and waved me over. Feeling more confident, I picked up my pace. Luna's friend looked over at me and smiled. I set down my tray and sat down across from them.

"Ronnie, this is my friend, Chris. Chris, this is Ronnie." Luna introduced.

"Yeah, I think we have a few classes together." I racked my brain, trying to remember if we did. Nothing.

"Really, which ones?" Luna questioned. She looked at me then back at Chris.

"To be honest, I don't remember. I wasn't really paying attention in most classes so far." I spoke before taking a bit of my sandwich. A disgusted expression took over my face. Luna giggled.

"Not good?" She teased. I shook my head and spit out the bite into a napkin. I pushed the tray away.

"You seriously don't remember seeing me in any of your classes? Am I that invisible?" Chris exclaimed. Luna smirked.

"He was probably too busy thinking about me and my awesomeness."

I was actually. I didn't pay attention in most classes because Luna was on my mind. I just met the girl and she is taken over my thoughts. I blushed.

"What awesomeness?" Chris retorted. Luna gasped and smacked her friend's arm. I smiled at their silliness.

"Im very awesome, thank you very much!"

"Sure..."

It was silent for a few moments before I broke it.

"Um... do y-you guys want to be...um friends?" I stuttered. They smiled.

"Most definitely!" Chris spouted out. Luna smiled at me. I looked at her nervously.

"We can be the three musketeers! Think of all the trouble we could cause!" She finally blurted. I let out a breath, I didn't know I was holding.

"Meet us at Luna's locker after school and we can exchange numbers," Chris ordered as we walked out of the lunchroom.

"It's by the science room," Luna informed. I nodded.

"Okay, I'll be there." I smiled at them before walking to my locker.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I relieved the memory. I remember the time I asked Luna to be my girlfriend. It was fall of 8th grade. I took her to the county fair. Don't judge, I know how cliche it sounds. But I had it all planned out. I would win her something at a booth, take her on rides, maybe go on bumper cars. Then when it got dark, we would go on the Ferris wheel. I was a nervous wreck when I asked her out. I didn't know if she saw me just as a friend, or if she liked me back. I asked her out at lunch/recess. My dad had gotten me a mini rose to give to her. I kept it in my locker. Luna, Chris and I were walking around the blacktop talking. I had the rose in my pocket. Before, planning anything I talked to Chris. Like planned Chris went to go use the bathroom and left me and Luna alone. They really didn't go inside, just walked where we couldn't see them, but they could see us.

I cleared my throat. My palms were sweaty. Quickly wiping them on my black skinny jeans, I pulled out the mini rose. Luna looked over at it. Her eyes widened. I slightly hear her gasp.

"Luna, um...will you go on a date with me?" I handed her the rose. She stopped walking and stared down at the rose. After a couple of nerve-wracking seconds, Luna looked up at me and smiled.

"I would love to go on a date you with you." I exhaled and smiled. All of my nerves slowly went away as we continued walking.

That Friday night, I went to pick her up. My dad would be our chauffeur for the night. I was wearing black skinnies with a black shirt. Over the top of my shirt, i had a red flannel with Escape the Fate written on the back. Then black converse for shoes. I walked up to Luna's front door. Before knocking, I took a deep breath. That breath soon was stuck in my throat, as Luna swung open the door. My eyes widened as I took in her appearance. She was wearing a white short sleeve shirt tucked into black shorts. Underneath the shorts were black tights. For shoes, she was wearing black combat boots. On top of her head was a black beanie.

"You look amazing!" I uttered. She blushed and smiled.

"Thanks, you look quite nice yourself." She turned around and grabbed her phone.

"I'll leave the back door unlocked." I heard a voice say. Probably her mom. Luna replied with okay before walking out.

"So, where are we heading this evening?" She questioned as we walked back to the car. I hummed.

"You'll just have to wait and see," I said grabbing her hand. She pouted. I opened the back door for her. She thanked me and scooted in. I slid in next to her. My dad looked back and smiled.

"You must be Luna. Ronnie won't shut up about you." My dad embarrassingly said, I glared at him and blushed. Luna giggled quietly.

"That I am. Nice to meet you, Mr. Radke." Luna replied politely. I stifled a laugh. We arrived at the fair.

"Thanks for the ride," Luna said before getting out. I leaned my head back in the window.

"Text me when you guys are ready to leave."

I turned around and grabbed Luna's hand. She blushed.

"Where should we start?" I asked swinging our hands as we walked.

"Hmm, food?"

"Sure." We got a fry to share and two Cokes. While eating we made small talk. When we finished, we walked to the games.

"Oh my god! Look at that unicorn pillow!" Luna gasped pointing at the ring toss booth. My eyes landed on a unicorn pillow.

"Do you want me to win it for you?" I asked. She looked at me.

"Really? You don't have too." She said. I looked her.

"If you want, you shall get it!" I exclaimed pulling her to the booth. She giggled. I gave the attendant the money. He handed me three rings in return.

"What do I have to get for the unicorn pillow?" I asked.

"All three."

I took a deep breath and began. The first ring made it. The second one was close. It knocked the bottle and circled the top before falling down around the bottle. I exhaled.

"Last one. You get this and you win the unicorn." The attendant said boredly. I looked over at him.

"You know, you could be a little more enthusiastic," I said while tossing the ring. I took a chance; I wasn't looking. Luna gasped. She jumped into my arms.

"YOU DID IT!" My head whipped to the bottles. Sure enough. The last ring was hanging around a bottle's neck. I wrapped my arms around Luna. "I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU DID THAT, BUT YOU ARE AMAZING!" It felt right to have her in my arms. Luna pulled away. The attendant was staring at the bottles in shock.

"W-what?"

"unicorn please!" I proudly said. The attendant handed me the pillow, in which I turned and handed it to Luna. She smiled widely. Not her usual smile. She usually smiles a closed lip smile. This smile she showed her teeth.

"Thank you!" She said hugging the unicorn close. We walked away. I threw my arm around her shoulder. She put her arm around my waist.

"Want to go on some rides?" Luna stiffened.

"Um, what kind of ride?" She slowly asked.

"Whatever want to go on. Rollercoaster?" I asked.

"I don't like rollercoasters..." Luna trailed off.

"That's okay. We can go on something else." Her eyes lit up as she saw the bumper cars. "Bumper cars?"

Luna eagerly nodded. She grabbed my hand and started running.

"Let's go, slowpoke!" She shouted. We got into line and waited our turn. When we were allowed in by the bumper cars, Luna ran straight for the one that matched her blue hair. I got into the red one. We waited for everyone else to get in their cars. The cars turned on and everyone started moving. I smirked and went for Luna. She squealed and started driving away. We chased each other, kind of playing tag. Soon we had to get off. I looked up at the sky. It was getting dark out.

"Hey, let's go on the Ferris wheel!" I said grabbing Luna's hand. She nodded and followed me. We walked hand in hand to the wheel. The unicorn pillow in her opposite hand. We waited in line. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Luna rub her hands up and down her arms. I took off my flannel.

"Here, it's not that heavy but it's something," I said wrapping it around he shoulders.

"But now you'll get cold." she pouted.

"That's why we do this." I helped her put her arms through the sleeves. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. "There"

Luna laughed. She wrapped her arms around me. I rested my chin on top of her head. Soon it was our turn. I let Luna get in first. I scooted in next to her. She placed the pillow on the other side of her. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into my side. She snuggled closer, resting her head on my chest. We watched the scenery. When we reached close to the top I turned to look at her.

"Luna," I said catching her attention. "When I first laid eyes on you, I thought you were the most gorgeous girl. Your personality is amazing. Your smile is incredible. Luna, will you be my girlfriend?" She smiled and looked up at me.

"Yes. I would be honored to be yours." As soon as she finished her sentence we reached the top. I softly cupped her chin and placed my lips on hers. We kissed for the rest of the ride. We pulled away when the ride operator opened our cart door.

The tears started rolling down my face. Like it was just yesterday, the memory of us saying I love you for the first time popped into my head. We were studying for our finals at the end of 9th grade.

"Okay. So an ionic bond is?" Luna asked me. I just stared at her, soaking in her beauty. She looked up at me.

"Hello? Ronnie? You going to answer?" she waved a hand in front of my face. My eyes snapped to hers.

"I love you." I blurted. Blood rushed to my cheeks. Her mouth dropped a little as she registered my words.

"Um...wow. That's not what I was expecting." My face fell as my heart shattered. She didn't say it back. Luna saw my face and turned worried.

"I said the wrong thing! I meant to say, I love you too!" She said. Luna smiled widely at me. I leaned closer to her and kissed her with so much passion. She kissed back with the same amount. We pulled away a minute later.

"I have no fucking clue what an ionic bond is,"I whispered. She burst out laughing.

"SHH," The mean old librarian scolded. Luna covered her mouth trying to silence her laugh. I started laughing. Quickly, we packed up our books and ran out of the library.

At this point, I was sobbing. I messed up badly. I don't even know if she will forgive me.

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Ally's POV

I heard voices around me. Pain shot through my head as I opened my eyes. I groaned, as my eyes adjusted to the bright light.

"Oh, my! Ally!" A voice proclaimed. A girl appeared at my side. She helped me sit up. I looked around the room before speaking.

"Who are you?"

#ronnie radke #jacky vincent #derek jones #ron ficarro #romance #high school #fanfic

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