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Five Nights at Freddy's: Obsolete, Night 14: The Game Continues

''Reawaken the fears that you know and summon the shadows that quickly grow. The lingering of our mechanical appearance, leaving you paralyzed in a box of defense. Are you fearless? The wires that surround you are closing in. Where can you go? He is getting closer, you can feel you're not alone. Repairing familiar faces, but one mistake and you are gone for sure. So stay alive from the violence you've endured!''

– Haunted Reality by PsychoticFox (Five Nights at Freddy's: Help Wanted)

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Sam stared at the screen before her, at the tiny game icon on it, holding the VR headset. Even though she was adamant about playing the Halloween DLC, even though it was way past Halloween, she decided to wait until the weekend, when she had enough free time to play through the game DLC in one day. Frankly, it was a rather awkward week for her, considering Springtrap's return and the fact that she was still furious at him for what happened months ago. To her surprise, or perhaps, she should've expected it, Springtrap respected her wishes and gave her space to process the situation and her own feelings. If she ignored him, he didn't try to talk to her, but Sam noticed the hopeful glances sent her way, only to turn ito disappointment when she gave him the cold shoulder. Even if they wanted to talk, Sam had been too busy with school and her work at Freddy's, so things were a bit of a blur.

So, once her schedule cleared, she walked straight into the guest room, or perhaps, it was now just Springtrap's room, telling him, ''I'll be playing the Halloween DLC today.''

Springtrap perked up, clearly more happy about the fact that Sam was talking to him for once than the information they might get from the Halloween DLC, and waited for her to set up everything. Emma had already left for work earlier that morning, but she gave them a dubious look in regards to hearing how Sam's plan for today was to play a video game. Springtrap understood that Sam probably didn't tell anything to Emma about Glitchtrap, and while he knew that Emma would be interested in their activities, this was above what either of them were comfortable sharing.

''I wonder what Glitchtrap will have prepared for us this time,'' Sam said, looking at Springtrap, who was sitting on her bed.

''I wish I knew, but I can only make assumptions,'' Springtrap responded.

''Of course,'' Sam responded in a snarky tone, with Springtrap's ears drooping.

''Trust me, if I knew what was going on, I would've told you everything,'' he said, sounding a bit hurt. Sam didn't seem to care about that though, turning on the game instead.

''I know. Anyways, I'm starting the game. If anything suspicious happens, just close the laptop. That should also shut down the game,'' she told him. Springtrap nodded in acknowledgement, observing her as she placed the VR headset on. He then got up, looking at the screen of the laptop to watch her progress.

''So, this is the Halloween DLC…'' Sam mumbled under her breath as she found herself at the main hub, noting the cupcake bucket with a remote inside it.

''Congratulations. It appears you have been granted access to additional holiday content. Press the special button in the candy pail to enter the Halloween hub. Keep in mind that this DLC pack is nothing more than a festive holiday themed ad-on which has absolutely no hidden intent or purpose. So, have fun!''

Sam snorted, shaking her head. ''Yeah, I sincerely doubt that this DLC pack has no hidden intent or purpose.'' She looked around, finding a green bunny plushie next to her, and picked it up. ''Oh, hey, look who is here!''

''Is that Glitchtrap?'' Springtrap asked, leaning over her shoulder as he looked at the screen.

''Yeah, he is,'' Sam replied, looking around the main hub. ''It doesn't appear that he is anywhere at the hub in his normal form.'' She then grinned, grabby a candy bar from the table and fed it to the Glitchtrap plushie, then patted it on the head. ''Okay, now be a good murderous virus and let me play the game to figure out what's your deal.''

She then promptly turned around and threw the plushie away.

''Uh, was that a good idea?'' Springtrap asked, feeling both baffled and impressed by her audacity.

''He deserved that,'' Sam responded, pressing the button and entering the DLC properly. The first thing she and Springtrap saw was some desolate area with pumpkins and bare trees, and a projector showed the title of the DLC.

''Curse of Dreadbear,'' Springtrap read it, with Sam then looking up. Suddenly, there was a lightning strike, briefly illuminated the figure with glowing yellow eyes looming over them. It was clearly a bear with bolts attached to his neck. ''I suppose that's the titular Dreadbear.''

Sam looked around the area, trying to see whether there was anything of interest, and she was surprised to spot Withered Bonnie in the distance. As lighting illuminated the area again, she could also see Withered Chica. Once she couldn't find anything else, she pressed the nearby button to proceed and finally found herself at the Halloween Hub.

It looked like she was at some kind of abandoned farm area, with a shack nearby, pumpkins decorating her surroundings, a banner with Fallfest 83' hanging behind her, a malfunctioning car in the distance with its lights flickering, and a tractor on the other side. She then pulled the switch on the table before her, causing everything to be coated in purple light, but didn't find anything. She returned the hub back to normal and focused on the screen before here.

''Okay, so it looks like there are three new game modes: Afraid of the Dark featuring Plushkin Patch, Pirate Ride and Corn Maze, Spooky Mansion featuring Hallway, Build-A-Mangle, Trick or Treat and Dreadbear, and Danger! Keep Out! featuring Night 01, and what I assume to be Night 02 and Night 03,'' Sam sighed. ''Okay, depending on how hard those games are, it might take me longer than I assumed to complete them.''

''I wish you good luck with all of them,'' Springtrap said. Sam stretched out her arms, selecting one of the mini-games, called Hallway Crawl, and started the game properly.

''Woah, is that the Five Nights at Freddy's 4 house?'' Sam was surprised, listening to the wind blowing and storm outside. Springtrap watched her as she slowly walked through the hallway, only to notice an animatronic hiding in the shadows, with Sam suddenly stopping as she realized that this was a game of Red Light, Green Light with the Nightmare Animatronics. ''Okay, there is Nightmare Bonnie and… am I being followed?'' She turned around, only to see the faint outline of another animatronic. ''Goddamnit, I'm on a timer here!''

Springtrap watched her as she made her way through the hallway as carefully as possible, when Nightmare Foxy suddenly appeared, jumpscaring her when she made a move. Sam was startled, crying out in surprise, only to find herself at the Game Over screen.

''Aw, com'n… What the-?!'' Sam was surprised to see a giant Dreadbear looming over her. ''Where did you come from? Oh, and hello!'' She had turned around, finding what looked like Nightmare Foxy set on fire standing behind a gate and dragging his sickle-like hook down the stone pillar. She had to admit, they certainly made the game creepy. ''Okay, I suppose I should've expected that.''

''They certainly nailed the Halloween atmosphere,'' Springtrap commented as Sam restarted the game. He wasn't exactly a huge video game enthusiast, but he had to admit that the Halloween DLC had certainly a lot of effort put into it. He was also a bit fascinated with how video game technology advanced, to the point where they could use headsets like the one Sam had to immerse themselves into the video game. He muttered to himself, ''I still remembered when Pong was popular…''

''What's Pong?'' Sam rose an eyebrow as she made it through the hallway successfully and into a room that looked exactly like the child's room from Five Nights at Freddy's 4. She was then taken to a barn decorated for a party, with a banner hanging over a prize box, congratulating her on winning the game. She quickly grabbed her prize, a piece of candy, and went for the next game, Plushkin Patch.

''Pong was basically a table tennis game, and one of the first arcades Henry and I had ordered for Fredbear's, and later on Freddy's,'' Springtrap explained, his ears lowering and his tone filled with clear disappointment about the lack of recognition. Sam shrugged, too busy with keeping eye on the Circus Baby plushies. Springtrap took a step back, letting her complete the game and noting how Sam wasn't exactly interested in talking to him.

It took a bit, but Sam eventually made it to the next game, Build-A-Mangle, and as the instructor helpfully explained, she needed to gather the components to build an animatronic, while also shocking everything that wasn't supposed to be on the assembly line, like an annoying Freddle.

''No, animatronic engineering is not as simple as this guy says,'' Springtrap said, a bit amused that Sam basically got fired over the animatronic abomination she had built.

''That's true,'' Sam responded, picking out the next game, Pirate Ride. ''Oh, wow, a shooter mini-game!'' She smiled happily when she saw Foxy in his pirate attire giving her instructions on what to do in the game. ''Okay, let's try to get through this in one go.''

''You're pretty good at this,'' Springtrap commented as Sam proceeded to hit the targets in one or two shots.

''If you think that flattering me will get you anywhere, you're mistaken,'' Sam responded in a cold, matter-of-fact tone, with Springtrap feeling a bit hurt by her comment. He was well aware that he hadn't been completely forgiven, but he still hoped that Sam wouldn't be as bitter as she was before. It appeared that he was mistaken.

''So, what is this one about…'' Sam muttered as she moved on to the next mini-game, that being Trick or Treat. She found herself at a door with a Foxy-shaped knocker and six masks, that being of Foxy, Freddy and Balloon Boy on one side and Mangle, Chica and Bonnie on the other side. She pressed the doorbell, noticing the animatronics inside the house, and quickly realized what she was supposed to do as music played, along with ticking and the animatronics moving around. She quickly put the Foxy mask on once she realized that he was missing, and as expected, Withered Foxy opened the door.

''This game doesn't appear to be particularly difficult,'' Springtrap commented.

''That's because you're not the one playing it… Mangle, get off there!'' Sam was annoyed that Mangle obstructed her view, but managed to put a Chica mask on just in time for Withered Chica to open the door. ''It's a completely different experience when you're playing it instead of watching.''

''Okay, I believe you,'' Springtrap responded, with Sam placing the Balloon Boy mask just before Balloon Boy opened the door. Fortunately for her, she just needed survive three rounds to win all the games.

''What does make me curious is how I haven't really found anything in relation to Glitchtrap aside from the plushie earlier. You'd think there was more to this game,'' Sam said, this time deciding to play Night 01 on Danger! Keep Out!. She found herself back at the Five Nights at Freddy's office, this time decorated with a carved pumpkin and Jack-O-Bonnie and Jack-O-Chica trying to get into the office through the boarded doors. ''Ah, so we're going back to the basics.''

Springtrap observed her as she successfully fended off both animatronics, flashing lights at the two animatronics. He still thought that she made it look very easy. She eventually made it to 6 AM, with nothing eventful happening, and hovered with her hand over Night 02, only to go back to the Pirate Ride.

''Why don't you continue the Night?'' Springtrap asked her.

''I… I don't know. I just feel like I missed something at the Pirate Ride. I only got First Mate ranking, and I know I hit every target. There was to be more to it,'' Sam responded. Springtrap tilted his head, only to realize that her gut feeling was right when Helpy suddenly appeared and Sam hit him. This led her to an area where she had to shoot targets before she got attacked by Jack-O-Bonnie and Jack-O-Chica. ''Now, that's what I'm talking about! Still, there don't seem to be any secrets.''

It took a while, but eventually, Sam explored all of the areas of the Pirate Ride, having restarted the game several times, but there wasn't really anything of interest there. Eventually, she returned to the main hub and decided to go for the Dreadbear mini-game.

''Welcome back to Research and Development. Today, we are using science to pervert the mysteries of life and reanimate the inanimate. To begin, it is customary for the creator to give a melodramatic speech. Go on. I'll wait…''

''Uh, Springtrap, do you want to do the honors? You're the melodramatic evil scientist guy, you'd know what to say,'' Sam asked, turning to where she assumed Springtrap to be standing. All she got was a groan in response, and even though she couldn't see it, an eye-roll, causing her to giggle.

''All done? Good job. Let's wake our little experiment with a controlled shock. Throw the switch, then lower the platform.''

''This feels like something out of Frankestein,'' Sam said as Dreadbear was lowered down and she started the experiment by shocking the animatronic.

''It's alive, but lacking the necessary control module. Namely, the brain. So, let's calibrate one. Use the laboratory tools to adjust the brain's vital characteristics. Use the pull-down blueprints as a guide for matching the correct colors, size, and neural feedback loop. When you are satisfied, carefully place the brain in the creature's animatronic head cavity.''

''Maybe this game doesn't have any secrets,'' Sam said suddenly as she started matching colours with Dreadbear's brain.

''What makes you think that?'' Springtrap asked, narrowing his eyes.

''Well, this seems like a completely normal Halloween DLC. There are no secret messages or tapes or anything… or maybe I wasn't looking hard enough,'' Sam responded, finishing the mini-game and returning to the main hub. ''I still got three more mini-games to play. Maybe I'll get something if I finish the whole game.''

''Maybe… I will say, I do have a lot of fun playing this game,'' Sam responded, going for Night 02 and Night 03 in Danger! Keep Out!. Night 02 added Grimm Foxy, while Night 03 added Dreadbear to the game, but she still managed to get through it with not much difficulty. ''Okay, I got one more game left, Corn Maze.''

''Do you want to take a break?'' Springtrap asked as Sam lingered in the main hub.

''I guess…'' she said, looking around the main hub and trying to see if anything was different. To her surprise, she spotted a button on the side of the monitor, having not seen it earlier. She pressed it, but nothing happened. Frowning, she turned the whole hub into Blacklight Mode and then pressed it. ''Do you see anything, Springtrap?''

''No… There doesn't seem to be…'' Springtrap squinted his eyes as he stared at the monitor, only to notice a figure in the distance. ''Wait, stop right there!''

''Where?'' Sam asked, not moving,

''There on the hill, do you see it?'' Springtrap asked, with Sam squinting her eyes. To her surprise, there was a figure on the hill, dancing and swaying in a familiar manner.

''Wait, is that… Glitchtrap?'' she asked, feeling chills down her spine. ''Yeah, it looks like him.''

''It doesn't appear as if he's going to approach you,'' Springtrap noted.

''Yeah, it looks like this one needs to be activated deliberately. It's not less creepy, though,'' Sam responded, and then selected the Corn Maze mini-game. Finding herself in the titular maze, she soon learned that she was being hunted down by Grimm Foxy, and to hide from him, she needed to get behind the cardboard character signs. She eventually came across a red key, realizing that this was probably her way out of this place. ''How many keys are there?'' She wondered as she found a green one. She also noted that Grimm Foxy got more and more aggressive the more keys she collected, but she could deal with him if she waited at one of the character signs and hid behind it, letting Grimm Foxy run past her. This game was long and tedious, especially since she wanted to win it on her first attempt, and she couldn't rush things. Fortunately, she had managed to find all four keys, and now all that was left was to escape the maze.

''Do you know how to get out?'' Springtrap asked her as she started to aimlessly wander around the maze.

''I'm just exploring,'' Sam responded, not wanting to admit that she had no clue where she was going. However, it seemed that her aimless wandering did benefit her in some way, as she found one more key, which turned the top of her flashlight purple. ''Great, now where is the exit?''

''Over there is a cellar,'' Springtrap pointed out, with Sam sprinting towards it and quickly opening it before Grimm Foxy could get to her.

''This doesn't look like the actual exit. It is more… what the-?!'' Sam was genuinely surprised when she found a mask lying on the table. It was a white and brown rabbit mask with red eyes. She stared at it in stunned silence. ''That… I don't think that's supposed to be here.''

''I think you should pick it up,'' Springtrap told her, with Sam following his instructions and putting the mask on. There was some heavy breathing, and the screen turned black, only for her to return to the title screen for the Halloween DLC.

''Okay, that was weird,'' Sam said, lifting the VR headset up and rubbing her eyes. She had been playing this DLC game for around two hours at this point and her eyes and head began to hurt. ''I wonder what that rabbit mask is all about.''

''It doesn't look to me like any character belonging to the Freddy's franchise,'' Springtrap replied. ''The only rabbit character that was ever present was Bonnie and his counterparts.''

''In other words, it is possible that this is what we've been searching for,'' Sam responded. She returned to the Halloween Hub, but after messing around with it, she couldn't find the rabbit mask, so she returned to the main game's hub. There, she spotted the Glitchtrap plushie next to her and picked it up. ''Okay, I need answers. What is up with the rabbit mask?''

''I don't think the plushie is going to provide you with an answer,'' Springtrap told her in a somewhat snarky tone. Sam frowned.

''Thanks for pointing that out, Mr. Obvious. I knew that already,'' she replied, deciding to look around the main hub area to see if she could find anything. Fortunately for her, the rabbit mask was at the Prize Corner. Sam picked it up, only to remember something. ''Hey, wait, didn't Tape Girl say that one of the previous players, Jeremy, made some kind of Halloween mask? What if this was it?''

''Do you really want to put it on?'' Springtrap asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

''I came so far, and I'm not going to run away from a mask,'' Sam replied, then glanced at the mask and then at the Glitchtrap plushie she was still holding. She then put on the mask and grabbed the Glitchtrap plushie, only to feel chills when a message started playing.

''Yes, I hear you. I know... No. There's no miscommunication... I understand... Yes, I have it. I made it myself. I think you would like it... No, no one suspects anything... Don't worry, I'll be ready, and I won't let you down. It will be fun.''

Sam froze, then quickly took off the VR headset, shaking her head as she processed what she just heard. ''D-Did you…''

''Yeah,'' Springtrap nodded, a grim look on his expression. ''Are you okay?''

''I'm just a bit tired,'' Sam replied, closing the game and sitting down on her bed, pressing her head against her temple. She figured that the headache she felt was the result of playing the Halloween DLC without a moment of rest. Springtrap sat next to her, still worried about her, but he didn't say anything. Instead, Sam rose her voice, ''That woman that works with my Dad, Vanessa, she sent me all of this stuff. What if she works together with Glitchtrap? I mean, with that message and mask… Would it be possible?''

''I'm not sure, but considering all the things that happened to you, this Glitchtrap entity may have hold more power than either of us had assumed,'' Springtrap said, his eyes narrowing. He wasn't really sure how to feel about the whole situation, considering how Glitchtrap was him, but was also an individual separate from him. Even though he knew what had happened, it still felt hard to comprehend what had happened.

''I wonder if I should send an e-mail to Vanessa to tell her that I completed the game. Although, I do feel that that would be a bad idea,'' Sam replied.

''If your gut feeling tells you that you shouldn't do it, then don't. After all, you always trusted it in the past,'' Springtrap said. Sam looked up at him, her eyes narrowed.

''You mean like the time I decided to bring you home even though you almost murdered me,'' she replied in a snarky tone. Springtrap felt a sting of guilt as he remembered that event. He felt as if it had been a long time since that happened, even though it was only a few months ago.

''I regret… what had happened. You know that,'' Springtrap told her.

''Yeah, you regret it now,'' Sam said casually, leaning back against the wall. Both were silent for a bit, only for Sam to start the conversation again, ''Hey, Will…'' she said, drawing Springtrap attention. ''Is it really true that you have returned just because of me?''

Springtrap glanced at her, answering her question without hesitation, but still with a hint of curiosity in his tone, ''Of course I did. I had no regrets in death besides not apologizing to you.''

''Really? No other regrets?'' Sam pressed.

''I'm fairly certain I said all I wanted to those who knew me,'' Springtrap responded, giving Sam a questioning look. In turn, Sam sighed, biting her lip as she clearly wanted to say something else, but didn't know how to express herself. ''You know, Sam, I can handle some brutal honesty. So, if there is anything on your mind-''

''I'm sorry,'' Sam blurted out, cutting Springtrap off. He just stared at her in stunned silence, with Sam continuing, ''I shouldn't have yelled at you when you came back.''

''Sam, you and I know both that you had a good reason for that. After all, I did leave you without any explanation,'' Springtrap responded.

''Yeah, but still, I didn't want to admit to myself that I did know and understand the reason why you have left,'' Sam replied. ''After all, everyone was saying that you should go back to Hell, and taking Connor down with you would be a bonus.''

''First and foremost, staying in that fire was my own decision… although I admit that hearing everyone else telling me to leave didn't help. I had just figured that I should finally put the past behind me, and to do that, I also had to remove myself from the situation given how I was a huge part of the problem. I had figured that it would be better for you not to be anymore involved in the mess I had created, while also making sure you had all the necessary knowledge to keep yourself safe. I had hoped that you would move on eventually, and I believed that you would understand. I wanted for the nightmare that I started to finally end.'' Springtrap fell silent for a moment, snorting in amusement and shaking his head. ''Thinking back to it, it was incredibly pointless. Why would I even try to do something selfless? I didn't mind killing Connor a second time, but going down with him was just stupid of me.'' He turned to Sam. ''So, after spending more time being driven crazy by the literal ghosts of my pasts, I decided that I should just come back, as I'd always do.''

Sam was silent, staring at him for a moment, then sighed. ''Okay, I will admit, even though I was angry at you when I saw you again, I also felt relieved; and it made me angry that I felt relieved because it felt like that was the wrong emotion. I know what you had done, and you being in Hell would be the best resolution, but at the same time, I wanted to be selfish and feel happy that the person who was basically my best friend and father figure has returned.''

Springtrap's eyes widened, a bit surprised and pleased to hear that Sam still genuinely cared about him, even still seeing him as a father figure, and he felt quite proud of that.

''I think that is okay to be selfish, especially if you're not hurting everyone,'' he told her, with Sam snorting in response.

''It's ironic that you're the one to talk about that,'' she said. Springtrap smirked.

''Perhaps, I should just stick to what I'm doing best,'' he said.

''Murdering children?'' Sam responded in a deadpan stone. Springtrap's ears lowered and he gave her an exasperated look.

''I didn't mean that… I thought about helping you deal with the current situation,'' he replied. ''After all, Glitchtrap is something I'm responsible for, and I'm not letting another murderous bunny steal my spotlight, even if it is part of me.''

''So, you are going to stay here for good?'' Sam asked.

''I'm staying here as long as I want… or until Emma gets that flamethrower she constantly threatened me with,'' Springtrap replied, shrugging. ''Rest assured, I have been thinking, and I realized that as long as the Freddy Fazbear's Franchise is around, I'm not leaving either. Especially not in a time like this.''

''You mean, the Mega Pizzaplex that is being currently worked on?'' Sam asked. Springtrap nodded, folding his arms across his chest.

''I want to see what Fazbear Entertainment has come up with this time. From what I've seen, they are trying to move on from the past while making fun of it, but I'm certain that something bad is going to happen because this franchise has always something bad going on,'' he explained.

''Sounds to me like this is going to be just like the old days,'' Sam said, smiling. Springtrap was quite happy to see her like this. He could see her eyes sparking up with excitement and intrigue.

''Well, it wouldn't be exactly like the old days, but I can assure you that I'm not going anywhere. It doesn't matter if any of the other ghosts return to drag me back to Hell, I'm not leaving,'' he told her in a firm tone. He was startled when Sam suddenly hugged him. Surprised, but happy, he hugged her back in assurance. ''I hope you feel better now.''

''Yeah, I do,'' Sam replied, leaning back as she broke off the hug and gave Springtrap a serious look. ''Speaking of which, has anyone contacted you yet?''

''No,'' Springtrap replied, shaking his head. ''At this point, I believe that everyone has given up on me.''

''Perhaps, that's for the best,'' Sam responded, humming in thought. ''So, the Pizzaplex… Anthelm had told me how I'd get training in order to learn how to handle the new animatronics, and honestly, I'm looking forward to it.''

''Do you plan on continuing learning more about robotics?'' Springtrap asked. Sam placed a finger on her chin, looking up in thought.

''I never really thought about that,'' she replied. ''I'll think about it, though. For now, we'll have to meet up with the Showtime Animatronics and go over an actual plan for the future.''

''So, you plan to involve the Showtimes into this as well?'' Springtrap asked curiously.

''Considering how they're under Glitchtrap's influence, they are already involved,'' Sam responded. ''So, the most I can do is to give them the complete rundown on the situation. Afterwards, we can work on what to do once the Pizzaplex opens, as well as how to deal with Vanessa and, more importantly, Glitchtrap. Not to mention all the stuff Fazbear Entertainment might try to cover, because even if you're not around to cause trouble, something will definitely happen at Freddy's. It's like a curse at this point.''

''I completely agree with that,'' Springtrap responded.

''Have you already figured what your role is going to be while you're at Freddy's?'' Sam suddenly asked.

''Not really, although I'm certain that none of the Showtimes would be happy even if I do,'' Springtrap responded in a snarky tone.

''Well, I think you can talk to them about it. I might not be working today, but I want to go back to Freddy's tonight,'' Sam replied.

xXx

Vanessa stared at the computer screen, at the message she had sent over a week ago. It was addressed to the daughter of a man who worked on the Five Nights at Freddy's: Help Wanted, allowing his daughter to have and early VR experience than others, one that would literally send her into a neverending rabbit hole of mystery, horror and murder. But, why had she done that? She just made the decision out of blue the moment she heard the name of the person she was supposed to send it to. Her memories of that were quite blurry, parts of it even missing. At nights, she had been suffering from nightmares, holding nothing but a lamp and running through some kind of castle while being hunted by monsters. But still, something told her to continue, despite her reluctance. She became more irritable and paranoid, always feeling as if something was lurking over her shoulder, guiding her, sometimes by force. She scrolled up the recent e-mails from one of her co-workers.

"no subject"

To: nessie97

From: luis.cabrera

Ness,

I guess you're not coming in today, which is too bad - not just because you brighten up the office (which you do) but because I really need to talk to you.

I didn't want to put this in writing, but over the weekend, did you happen to create an IT department email address for yourself and use company credentials to reach out to a subcontractor and access their system?

I know that sounds crazy - I mean, why would you even do that? It's just that it really looks like you did that. I'm sure it's a misunderstanding or a glitch or something. Just get back to me as soon as you can, OK?

-Luis

"no subject"

To: nessie97

From: luis.cabrera

Hey, Ness,

I haven't heard from you. I guess you probably know that. Does _pizzaplex mean anything to you? Whoever created those false credentials also used them to override security protocols and allow a data packet through after it was flagged as a virus.

I know it wasn't you. I just need to hear you say it. Or write it, whatever. Please just get in touch with me.

-Luis

"no subject"

To: nessie97

From: luis.cabrera

Ness,

Please just let me know you're OK. There is a package here for you from a fabric company. Are you making a costume? :-)

Yours,

Luis

Reading those e-mails, she felt quite irritated. Luis was quite annoying, and she was glad that the e-mails had stopped, even though she didn't know why. However, he had proven to be quite useful, especially since she needed a bit… help, due to working several jobs at this point. She had managed to transfer from her position as a video game beta-tester to that of the security guard at the new Pizzaplex. Of course, that hadn't been the only thing she was busy with.

Vanessa looked up at the closet behind her, staring at the white costume with stitching all over it, and a blue bow on the neck. A white bunny mask was hanging next to it.

Vanessa narrowed her eyes, shaking her head as her vision turned blurry, with a purple haze falling over like a curtain. She then turned back to her computer, continuing her work.

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╰┈─➤ 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷: Not every miracle is a good one, but you were, to angel. Even if you were cold and distant to him, he could always keep trying.

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Note 📝: here’s chapter four! Hope you enjoy.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ: 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨

Once the sun was up, you ran to the door but Angel blocked you and me from getting through.

“No, st-st-stop. Can’t we just wait, right?” Angel suggested, you shook your head and ignored him.

“You can, but I’m not!” You exclaimed, em nodded in agreement, “No. I’m not gonna be here alone.” Angel replied.

“I’ve got to get out this fucking house!” em said, “No.” Angel said, making you stop in your tracks.

Angel grabbed you by the shoulder, grabbing your chin and making you face him.

“We’re alive still because we stayed here.” He said, you looked him in the eyes for a minute before placing a kiss on his lips.

“Finally.” em said, that must’ve distracted angel because em took that as her chance to walk out the door, you grabbed Angel’s hand and ran outside.

You saw oj open the van door, he gestured for the three of you to get inside the van.

You heard growling above you, it was looking at you, you stared at it for a minute before looking down to the ground.

Oj clicked his tongue and patted his leg, indicating for the three of you to hurry up, em and angel were the first to get inside and then you, and last oj.

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You were at angel’s house, he had his vr headset on, you were pacing around, thinking about what just happened awhile ago.

“There’s this- this uh, there’s this diner, uh, if we wanna get our mind off of things we can go there?” You suggested, oj and em nodded in agreement.

Angel didn’t hear you as he was laughing at something, “Angel.” You said, tapping his shoulder softly.

He took the headset off and looked at you with a smile, “Yeah?” He asked, you were a bit nervous to ask but took the courage to do so.

“Can I wear your jacket and shirt?” You asked, he nodded and handed them to you, you went to go change in the bathroom.

You closed the door behind you and looked at yourself in the mirror, dark circle underneath your eyes.

You turned the sink on and splashed some cold water on your face, “if it’s not there..you don’t see it.” You whispered to yourself.

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You sat beside Angel at the diner, eating out of his plate, eyes focused on what was in front of you.

“You never go wrong with a fried fish sandwich.” Angel spoke, you nodded in agreement.

“Tartar got tang.” He said, you let out a chuckle and leaned your head on his shoulder, “Stupid. ‘Tartar got tang’?” Em said.

Angel chuckled, “Right?” He said in reply, taking your hand in his.

“I don’t think it eats you if you don’t look it in the eye.” oj suddenly said, making everyone go quiet.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes tiredly, “RTR, bro. You know? Like, read the room.” Angel said, turning to oj.

You went back to eating, “Nobody want to talk about that.” em told oj, your hands were shaking now as your mind went back to that night.

You stood up and took angel’s and your tray towards where the trashcan was, you both were already done anyways.

oj and em did the same, following you outside as you crossed your arms and waited for oj to tell you all the plan.

Angel stood beside you.

“Every animal got rules, alright? We know what it wants. and we know how it comes, so…” oj trailed off.

“We really don’t know shit.” Angel said with a chuckle, “Oj, what’s this about, man?” Em asked.

“What’s this about? You want me to…You want me to say, ‘I’m sorry’? ‘I was wrong’? ‘It’s dumb’?” She continued.

“It wasn’t dumb. Own the moment.” Oj said, “Stop. Stop this shit.” “It was good. It was good.” They were both talking over each other.

“But the moment about to pass. And we don’t own shit.” Oj stated, you and Angel look between the two of them.

You had a headache already, it was only getting worse, “okay. well, I assume y’all are crashing at mine. Right. ‘cause you can. ‘Cause I’m not going back to the fucking monster umbrella. Plus; (Y/n) has to go to sleep early so, yeah.” He said, he took your hand and you both walked to the van.

You sat inside the van and leaned your head on angel’s shoulder. You were slowly falling asleep, he made sure not to make any noise as you did so.

It was waiting for you. And you knew it.

#nope film #nope 2022 #nope x reader #angel torres x reader #insert #reader insert #oj haywood #em haywood

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queenofcats17 · 11 months

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A follow up to the last fic. I was going to make this one big fic, but the last one was getting a little long so I thought I’d split it up.

So, here’s Kell meeting Null!

I dithered back and forth a bit about whether Benrey or Kell would go into the game first and find out Gordon isn’t dead, but decided on Kell heading in before Benrey.

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Kell didn’t talk to Benrey for a few days.

He eventually left Gordon’s bedroom to interact with Joshua and cook, but he refused to look at or talk to Benrey. Benrey didn’t try to force an interaction, something Kell was at least slightly grateful for. He didn’t want to look at Benrey’s face. The face that Benrey had stolen. The face of the man Kell had loved. The face of a dead man.

God, how was he going to explain this situation to Joshua? Should he try to explain it to Joshua? Would Joshua even be able to understand it? Oh God, what was going to happen to Joshua when Kell eventually left? He couldn’t just stay here indefinitely. But he didn’t trust Benrey alone with Joshua. Granted, Benrey had done a good job taking care of Joshua so far but... Well... How was Kell supposed to trust the person who had killed and replaced Joshua’s father?

The more Kell thought about this whole situation, the more upset he became. This was all just... so much. He needed some kind of distraction. Something to take his mind off of everything just for a little while.

Which was how he found himself in Gordon’s office, putting on his VR headset and firing up the VR port of Half Life.

Okay, so this definitely wasn’t a distraction. This was definitely just him thinking even more about this awful situation. But he wanted to see the game where Gordon had lost his life. He wanted the meet the other AI’s. Benrey had mentioned them briefly when Kell had brought up maybe checking out the game, giving names and saying the AIs probably wouldn’t hurt Kell if he went in. Still, he’d cautioned Kell against booting up the game.

That cautioning had made Kell want to check out the game even more out of spite. So, he’d waited until Benrey was out getting groceries and couldn’t stop him, and booted up the game, hoping he wouldn’t get trapped or have his body stolen.

The scenery he was greeted with when the game loaded looked...different than what he was used to seeing from Half Life. It did still mostly look like Black Mesa, but there were some immediate differences. Like the wall of roses that blocked half of the hallway.

“¿Qué carajo?“ He whispered with a frown, reaching out to touch the roses.

As he did, he noticed his clothing had changed. He was wearing the HEV suit now. Before his talk with Benrey, this would have terrified Kell. Or he would have tried to come up with some rational explanation for how this was possible. But now... He just accepted it with a weary resignation This might as well happen.

“You’re...You’re not Benrey.” A voice came from behind him.

Kell turned around, only slightly startled by the sudden sound.

A man stood in the hallway, wringing his hands. He was one of the scientist NPCs, but the detail on his model was far crisper than it would have been in the base game. All of the graphics were so much clearer and crisper. It all looked so real.

The scientist NPC looked to be in his mid to late 30s, a kind but anxious expression on his face as he wrung his hands. He had short brown hair and strange yellow eyes that almost seemed to glow. The pupils were rectangular, just like Benrey’s were.

“Who... Uh... Who are you?” The scientist asked.

“I’m Kell.” Kell forced a smile as he extended a hand. “I’m Gordon’s...” He paused, shaking his head. “I was Gordon’s friend.”

The scientist’s expression grew solemn. “So you... You know what happened,” he said, shaking Kell’s hand.

Kell’s smile dropped and he nodded wearily. “Benrey broke down and told me.”

The scientist nodded in turn. “Is he... Do you think he’ll- Do you think he might... come back here?”

This caused Kell to frown slightly. “Why?”

“Well, I...” The scientist hesitated, beginning to fiddle with his cuffs. “I was hoping- I thought maybe he’d try to make things right. Try to- To fix things.”

“He seems pretty guilty, so he might. But I don’t know.” Kell shrugged, folding his arms. “I don’t know him.”

The scientist was silent, watching Kell. There was an intensity to his gaze that made Kell distinctly uncomfortable.

“There’s something you both need to see,” the scientist said after a moment of careful observation. He gestured for Kell to follow before beginning to walk quickly down the hallway.

“Hey! Wait up!” Kell yelled, scrambling after the tall man. “I don’t even know your name!”

The scientist stopped, allowing Kell to catch up. He gave Kell a sheepish smile, letting out a little chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head. “Oh, uh, I’m sorry. My- My name’s Tommy.”

Kell couldn’t help but smile in return. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Tommy.”

The two of them made their way through the game together, gathering the other AIs as they went. The trek through the game wasn’t necessarily fun due to the horrors the game held, but it was improved for Kell by the presence of the AIs.

Coomer greeted Kell warmly, giving him a bone-crushing hug and proclaiming that it was wonderful to meet a friend of Gordon’s. Bubby was a bit prickly but warmed up a little the longer they were together. Not by much, but a little. Forzen didn’t talk to him, but then again he didn’t really talk to much of anyone in the group. Darnold was incredibly excited to talk to Kell once he found out what Kell did for a living, something that rang true with the other scientist AIs as well.

Their journey through the game was derailed as they all gathered beneath the enormous tree in the strange garden to listen to Kell talk about his work. It was nice for Kell to be able to focus on his job for a bit instead of thinking about the awful situation regarding Gordon. He liked talking about his job, especially to people who clearly found the subject fascinating.

“You need to come back again so we can talk more,” Darnold insisted as the conversation began to wind down. “I want to see some of your designs!”

“I don’t know if I can bring my designs in here,” Kell said. “But I can certainly try.”

“You should.” Bubby folded his arms. “I want to see those designs too.”

“Okay, okay.” Kell laughed, putting his hands in surrender. “I’ll try to bring some of my designs the next time I come here.” He couldn’t believe he was agreeing to come back here. He didn’t even know when that would next be. He did need to go home after all, and he didn’t know if the weird port would work on his computer.

“For now, though, I think it’s about time for us to wrap things up,” Coomer spoke up, his voice softer than usual. “There’s something I do believe you’ll want to see, Kell.”

“Someone I’ll want to see?” Kell echoed with a frown.

“Oh! Uh, yeah! That’s what I wanted to show you!” Tommy said. “Come on!”

Once again, he gestured for Kell to follow him before taking off. Kell didn’t hesitate to follow. Tommy had proven trustworthy so far.

And so the group headed into the boss chamber together. Upon first glance, there was nothing particularly alarming about it, aside from the incredible detail. Then Kell noticed the figure floating in the middle of the chamber. They had their back turned to the group, which meant their waterfall of brown hair covered most of their body. Good lord, their hair was long. It went all the way down to their calves. Funny...Their hair looked a lot like Gordon’s...

“Mr. Null!” Tommy called out. “We have someone we want you to meet!”

The figure turned at Tommy’s voice. And Kell’s heart stopped.

It was Gordon.

Kell shook his head again, rubbing at his eyes. he had to be seeing things. It couldn’t be Gordon. But it was. It was Gordon. Kell knew that face too well to mistake him for anyone else.

He looked... different. For starters, he had an obscene amount of hair. But that wasn’t the only difference. The skin on the left side of his face was lighter than on the right, and his left eye simply displayed a missing texture pattern. The sclera of his remaining eye was blue, and the pupil was rectangular, like the other AIs.

But it was him! It was Gordon!

Kell felt like crying. “Gordon?” His voice was small. He was afraid any second this would end and he’d wake up back in Gordon’s office, with Gordon still gone.

Gordon’s gaze slowly landed on Kell. His hair began to twitch and writhe, like agitated snakes. “Who are you?” He demanded, his eye beginning to turn magenta.

“It’s me!” Kell took a step toward him. “Cariño, it’s Kell!”

“No, I don’t know who you are!” Gordon floated back, his hair continue to writhe as his body began to glitch. “You shouldn’t be here! I-I-I-I don’t know you!”

The room around them began to distort, jagged rocks jutting up from the water all around them. The walls grew higher, bits of furniture from other parts of the game sticking out of them.

“Mr. Null! He’s not- He’s not here to hurt you!” Tommy called out as he tried to dodge the rocks burst forth.

“My boy, you must calm down!” Coomer yelled, punching a rock to smithereens.

“For fuck’s sake, kid! He’s a friend!” Bubby snapped.

The other AIs were similarly preoccupied with avoiding the rocks, but Kell could only focus on Gordon, still floating in the center of the room as everything distorted around him.

“I’m here, Gordon,” he said as he fought his way through the shifting terrain. “I’m here for you!”

“G-G-G-Go away!” Gordon yelled, covering his ears and screwing his eyes shut. “You s-s-s-s-shouldn’t be h-h-h-here!”

Kell let out a yelp as a rock appeared beneath him, carrying him into the air. The surface of the rock was slick, making it hard for him to keep a hold on it, but he wasn’t going to give up.

“I’m not running away,” he muttered, maneuvering himself around on the rock so he was in a position to jump.

And then he jumped.

Time seemed to slow down as he soared through the air. He held his arms out, ready to latch onto Gordon. The landing was... much less graceful than he’d been hoping it would be, and both he and Gordon ended up in the water from the force of the jump. But Kell had succeeded in what he’d set out to do. Because he was embracing Gordon.

“I’m not going to leave you this time,” he murmured, holding Gordon tight as tears began to well up in his eyes. “I’m sorry I ran away before. I’ve regretted it ever since it happened. I thought you’d be better off without me. I thought you didn’t want me around. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you.”

Gordon stiffened at the contact. Although Kell couldn’t see it, recognition was slowly dawning in Gordon’s eyes.

“You...You’re not real,” Gordon murmured, tears welling up in his eyes too. “You can’t be real... You’re just... My mind’s just manifesting you.”

Kell hugged Gordon tighter. “I’m real, Gordo.”

The distortion in the cave began to dissipate, returning the room to what it had been before. The AIs who had been on top of rocks were deposited back into the water.

“How do I know you’re real?” Gordon asked, sitting up so that he could look Kell in the eye. He didn’t let go, though. He held onto Kell’s hands as though he were afraid Kell would disappear if he let go.

“I can tell you what’s going on outside?” Kell suggested with a lopsided smile.

Gordon’s eyes went wide and he immediately moved closer. “What’s going on? Is Joshua alright? Benrey didn’t hurt him, did he?” His eye began to turn magenta again as his hair rose up around him.

“Joshua’s fine,” Kell assured him. “Or, well, as fine as he can be since his “dad” and I have been fighting.”

Gordon’s eye returned to green, although his hair didn’t completely settle down. “So you...You know what’s going on,” he said, looking away.

“I came to visit because I was worried and Benrey broke down and told me everything,” Kell confirmed. “He said... He said you were dead.”

Now that things were calming down a bit, Kell was once again hit with a wave of emotions.

Gordon wasn’t dead.

“I was.” Gordon’s eye turned magenta again, hair rising up around him. “He killed me. If Tommy’s dad hadn’t saved my data-”

He was cut off, though, as Kell threw himself onto Gordon in a hug again. He was sobbing in a mix of English and Spanish and no one in the cave could understand a word he was saying. Thankfully, though, Gordon seemed to understand the message Kell was trying to convey.

"I’m glad I’m alive too,” Gordon whispered.

Kell wasn’t sure how long he spent just hugging Gordon and sobbing incomprehensibly. He was just so happy that Gordon was alive. He’d really thought that one of the people cared about most in the world was dead. But he wasn’t! Gordon was still here! Gordon was still here and Kell could finally start fixing things with him.

Eventually, though, he did have to separate himself from Gordon.

“I should... I should probably go tell Benrey you’re alive,” he said, giving Gordon a tearful smile. “Maybe he’ll even know a way to give your body back.”

“He better.” Gordon’s expression was momentarily dark, but he managed a smile back at Kell. “It was really good to see you, Kell.”

“It was good to see you too. I’ll... I’ll come back as soon as I can. I promise.” He gave Gordon’s hand one last squeeze before logging out of the game.

As soon as the game finished turning off, Kell was ripping the VR helmet off and scrambling out of Gordon’s office.

“Benrey!” He yelled, all but sprinting into the kitchen.

Benrey yelped, dropping the cereal box he’d been putting away. “K-Kell? What? What’s going on?”

“Benrey!” Kell grabbed Benrey by the shoulders. “Gordon isn’t dead!”

Benrey’s eyes went wide. “He... He isn’t?”

“He’s in the game!” Kell couldn’t keep himself from smiling. “He’s in the game and you can fix things!”

“I... I can fix things...” Benrey nodded slowly, beginning to smile as well. “I can fix things!”

“You can fix things!” Kell scooped Benrey up in a hug, twirling him around the kitchen. For a moment, he could almost pretend it was Gordon.

Once he remembered who was in Gordon’s body, though, he put Benrey back down, his smile fading. For a moment, Benrey looked confused by this change in expression. Then his smile was replaced by a look of guilt and he looked away from Kell, going back to putting the groceries away.

“Tommy asked for you to come back,” Kell said. “He wants you to fix things too.”

“I... I will,” Benrey replied. “Just... Let me put this stuff away. Then I’ll go talk to them.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

As it turned out, Benrey and Gordon couldn’t switch back right away due to the lack of trust between the two of them, but a switch back was possible. Things could be fixed! They certainly wouldn’t go back to the way they’d been before, but they could get better. Gordon could come back. Kell could fix their relationship.

That made Kell feel much better about having to go home at the end of the week. Benrey was going to make things right. Gordon would be able to come back. Kell would be able to fix things.

It was going to be okay.

#hlvrai #fanfiction #the witch's house au

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bizarrescribblez · 2 years

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Selfshiptember Day 5: Wearing Each Others Clothes

The drive away from Haywood ranch was incredibly silent. After getting in the Fry’s Tech Team van and getting a couple miles away, presumably away from the alien’s presence, the radio was immediately turned off by OJ. The silence itself was a little awkward at first especially when everyone was cramped next to one another, but it got comfortable after a few minutes. Em had the window seat as me and Angel were squished in the middle. Processing the terror we just witnessed was enough to help me not focus on how close we both were. Well not entirely, has he always had toned arms?? Focus, Mia, focus.

Figuring out we had nowhere to go that was rather close, Angel threw out the idea we could all stay with him for the time being which was quickly accepted. It took a while to get to his place which was a small apartment nearby Fry’s. He opened the door and we were greeted by how relatively organized it was. His computers and gaming stuff was in its own designated side of the room, so was what could’ve been a living room area with his couch and tv. Shelves with action figures and posters decorated the wall next to his bed which also was right next to his door.

How is he not scared of getting robbed..or murdered.. or both..

“So. You guys can pretty much chill wherever you want or freshen up if you’d like.. I’ve got extra clothes..” He offered as Em practically beamed at the idea of freshening up.

“I’ll take you up on that.” She added. Angel looked to me waiting for a response as I looked like a deer in headlights.

“Oh you can go after Em! I think I just need to sit down for a bit..” I said since I assumed he was gonna say ‘ladies first’ if I said yes. Angel nodded before showing everyone where his closet was, letting everyone have free range to whatever looked comfortable to wear. Em grabbed what she wanted and went to freshen up as the boys were on the couch sitting in silence still. Angel attempting to make small talk with OJ but he was too much in thought to give verbal answers. Resorting to nodding or shaking his head no. By the time Em got out, it was Angel’s turn.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go before me?” He asked just in case and I gave him a tiny smile.

“Go ahead, I’m okay.” I answered even though that wasn’t a complete truth. Being drenched by rain after getting gusted by dusty wind wasn’t exactly great especially for someone uncomfortable with getting dirty. He went off to the bathroom after as Em was investigating his things. “Whatcha doing?”

“Going through his stuff. Could be some ‘interesting’ things to find.” I think she was trying to insinuate something but I was too tired to form a coherent thought. “Holy shit!” She found a VR headset on his computer desk and she quickly put it on after turning on the monitors and going on the right gaming application to use it. I chuckled finding it amusing how she can quickly be invested by what catches her eye as I looked over to check on OJ. He was still in thought, presumably over what happened. I couldn’t blame him though since we both were in near death situations at Jupe’s Claim. After a few minutes, Angel came out of the bathroom. I tried not to focus on how cute he looked with his hair slightly damp. I got up since it was my turn to get ready as I looked in his closet to see what grabbed my interest. There was a few work uniform shirts and a lot of band t shirts; mainly from rock and metal bands. I grabbed what appeared to be a Beastie Boys shirt and some pajama shorts before heading to the bathroom. Before closing the door I glanced over to see Angel joined in with Em playing on his VR headset since he had a second one. I closed the door trying not to get sucked into cherishing the one calm moment after what happened. I hopped in the shower and made sure to be quick since I didn’t want to waste the water but curiosity got the best of me as I looked around to see if he had any body wash. To my surprise he had all his shower stuff neat in the corner and it was all pretty name brand. A part of me joked he was the kind of guy to use 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner and body wash but I was a little surprised that wasn’t what he used. I took a minute to ponder before deciding to use a bit of the body wash which I hope he didn’t mind. I was soon out of the shower after all the soap was gone and I put the newfound clothes on. I blushed noting how the shirt was baggy on me and went down to my knees almost and the shorts were having a hard time fitting. I tapped my chin before looking over at my messed up pants and removing the string tie from it; wrapping it around and using it to make the shorts fit.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw they were both still playing whatever game they were playing. I went over to OJ and gave him the go that he could go next which he nodded. I took the couch after he left and relaxed for a while trying not to think about the horrors I just witnessed. But, the sound of Em and Angel approaching snapped me out of my thoughts. I got up and saw how Angel looked rather fixated on my look.

“Oh- thanks again for the clothes… I haven’t worn baggy shirts since high school I was always so scared about tight fitting clothes heh..” I thanked him with some accidental over sharing.

“You don’t have to thank me it’s all good..” Something caught his focus although I wasn’t sure what it was. It might’ve been the loose fitting clothes or the fact that I smelled like him due to the body wash. I can tell Em was looking on in glee before OJ came out. “So.. who wants to get something to eat..”

[1 month later]

“You’re telling me you seriously don’t have any of my clothes here?” Angel asked as he was currently sitting on my bed shirtless.

“What’s wrong with going out like that? Pretty much everybody in LA is either shirtless or near nude.” I joked around getting my hair up in pigtails.

“Baby. I can’t go to your parents house like this.”

“I know I was just messing around.” I went over to him and ran my hand through his hair. He instinctively wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close. “I think I have something but I don’t know if it’s too girly.” I recalled having a long sleeve that I intentionally ordered in a few sizes up than the clothing size I wear.

“You put heart hair clips in my hair several times I don’t think anything would be too girly for me.” He teased as I giggled a bit. I gave him a soft kiss on his head before going over to my closet to see. I looked for a minute before finding the shirt in particular. It was a yellow long sleeve and on the back it had pompompurin dressed up as a bee. Fitting since Angel himself has puppy dog energy. I turned around proudly presenting it to him as a chuckle escaped his lips. “Hey that’s nice. I didn’t think yellow was a color you liked?”

“Yeah that’s why I hardly wear it. It’s usually something I wear to sleep around this time that’s why it’s like two times my size.” I joked around but it was true. He took it and observed the back.

“Ha it’s the pom pom guy.” He said with a bit of confidence over the fact he might’ve been right.

“You’re close but I’ll save you from me girl-splaining mascot names to you.” I told him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He put it on and it surprisingly fit perfectly in him minus the sweater paws it gave him due to the long sleeves. “So what do you think?”

“I hope you’re not planning on wanting this back this is the most comfortable thing I’ve ever worn.” He said somewhat jokingly as I giggled and immediately wrapped my arms around him.

“It’s okay I never gave you your beastie boys shirt back either, so I guess it’s a fair trade.” I admitted even though I’m sure he knew. He returned the favor and wrapped his arms around me as he held me closer. He rested his chin on my head and chuckled

“It’s alright. Looks better on you anyways.” He said softly. “Like- man. I remember the first time I saw you in it.. honestly didn’t want you to ever take it off.” My eyes lit up at that. I just held onto him tighter.

“Well I’ll take a mental note to change into that when we come back.” I looked up at him and winked. His already wide smile grew as I let go of him and taking hold of his hand; leading him out the door to head to our destination.

DAY FIVE COMPLETE!!!!! I hope you’re not over me writing Angel stuff cuz guess what I changed tomorrows to be Angel focused again am I obnoxious about him? Yes. Will I stop? No.

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#selfshiptember2022 #selfshiptember #self ship #self shipping #self ship fic #self ship community #fictional other #f/o community #🐶🐰 angel of the morning

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chadillacboseman · 2 years

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Hello! I hope you're doing well! I loved the Mozzie one shot you did and need more of him in my life. Whenever you get the time and inspiration, do you think you could do a one shot of Mozzie flirting with the new recruit? It can lead to fluff or nsfw or whatever you're comfortable with, I just need Mozzie being a cheesy man trying to flirt. Ty!

SO this got away from me lol. Sorry there wasn't as much flirting as you probably would have liked. Maybe I gotta do part two? Idk. I hope you enjoy anyway. I love Mozzie and I want to kiss him.

Pairing: Max "Mozzie" Goose x F!Reader Word Count: Somewhere in the 1.5k range I think. Warnings: A little sadness, some flirting.

Accepting a job with Rainbow was intimidating.

Every bit of news that came from the shadowy organization was comprised of fear-inducing stories about explosives and terrorists.

Even the escort they had guiding you around the base of operations was terrifying- a man they had dubbed "Sledge", who stood well over six feet tall and looked as if he could have picked you up and tossed you like a discarded piece of paper.

Your superiors had assured you that you would be an excellent fit with Rainbow, and their director, a kind man named Harry, had enthusiastically welcomed you with compliments on your skills.

You still weren't sold, though.

Everyone you passed in the compound gave you curt nods and, at most, emotionless waves of their hands.

"Here we are," Sledge stopped outside a door labeled "BRIEFING" and gestured for you to go inside, "Mozzie will take it from here. Good to meet ye."

And with that, your escort left you standing in the empty hallway. Who, or what was "Mozzie"? Some kind of drone or machine that would test your-

"G'day, you must be the newbie!" a heavy Australian accent broke you from your musings and you looked up to find a man standing in the doorway.

He was wildly different from the others you had passed on the way there. He was short and on the thin side with flyaway reddish hair that he had slicked back to tuck behind his ears. Most noticeable among his features was the pair of polarized aviator sunglasses he had perched on the end of his nose.

"Are you...Mozzie?" you asked incredulously and he grinned, wide and toothy under the bristle of an auburn mustache.

"That's what they call me. Well, the real name's 'Max', but ya get how it works here. Ya can call me 'Mozzarella' if ya like, Gridlock does from time to time."

Every bit of Mozzie was entirely disarming. He exuded a charm that made you exhale fully for the first time since you'd arrived.

"Well, let's get a move on, newbie-" Mozzie paused in the doorway and looked over the top of his sunglasses at you, "Ya want me to call ya somethin' else? That seems kind of impersonal."

You told him your name and he repeated it back once, then again, more slowly, making sure to pronounce it correctly through his thick accent. You felt your cheeks grow warm when he said it a final time and snatched your hand to plant a kiss on the back of it.

"Well, it's nice to meet ya," he winked and your heart took residence somewhere in your throat.

"So...why 'Mozzie'?" you trotted along behind Max as he walked you through the Defender section of the base, pointing out workstations and gadgets.

"Short for mosquito," he replied with a shrug, "I'm small, I'm a bit of a pest-"

"More than a bit of a pest!" someone called back from across the room and he paused to hold up his hand in a rude return gesture.

"Assholes, all of 'em," he turned to you with a wide grin, "C'mon, next is VR training."

He led you to a command center that overlooked an enormous open space; below, an operator was moving as if in combat and dodging obstacles only they could see.

"All the stuff pops up on the headset," Max gestured to the operator as they reloaded their rifle, "Feels goddamn real when you're in it, too."

"This...it's a lot," you mused and he cocked an eyebrow, "It's intimidating...I'm not sure how to feel."

"I know what ya mean," Max gave you a knowing nod, "Here- let me show ya my favorite place."

"The roof?"

Max pulled down a ladder and nodded as he climbed toward the metal hatch in the ceiling, "They lock it, but not nearly well enough. I busted out on my second day."

"Why?" you moved to follow him up the rungs as he shouldered the door open and the orange light of the setting sun poured in.

"This place is too sterile," he hopped out of the hatch and offered you his hand to pull you up after him, "Too boring. Plus the view is nice."

The view was nice.

The compound was in the desert, surrounded by sand and mesas that stretched far into the horizon. The sun was just beginning to dip down below the dunes, casting the landscape in burnt orange and deep red light.

Max gestured for you to sit down as he leaned back against one of the HVAC units that protruded from the roof.

"There's a spot like this back home in Portland- got a view just like this, but you can see the ocean. Used to take the wife down there sometimes on date nights."

Your heart sunk ever-so-slightly at the mention of a wife.

"Oh, you're married?" you tamped down the disappointment and he sighed.

"Used to be. Even had a kid on the way when I joined up with Rainbow," he paused for a moment, "But, this job'll take a lot from ya. Too many sleepless nights, too many months away at a time."

"Oh," you curled your arms around your knees and brought them to your chest, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Ah, it's been a while. Two years as a matter of fact-" he fidgeted with his finger where a ring clearly used to be, "Time to move on I think."

"Max-" you turned to him and he hummed in response; your own face looked back at you, reflected in his sunglasses, "Thank you. For today, I mean. I was scared out of my mind following Sledge around."

"They had that big bastard showin' you around? He's a teddy bear, just gotta get past the giant hammer."

You laughed, the first genuine laugh you'd had since you set foot in the doors. It felt good.

Beside you, Max stared from behind his aviators, watching the way your eyes crinkled at the corners and strands of your hair fell in your face.

God, you were pretty.

He'd complained to Harry until he was blue in the face about taking on a new recruit, but now-

"Ya know, that laugh looks good on ya," Max smiled and you felt the heat rise in your face, "I'd like to see more of it."

"Oh?" You replied, flustered, trying to think of something witty to retort with.

"Yeah," He pulled his sunglasses off and tucked them into one of the pockets on his vest. For the first time, you saw his eyes in their entirety as they narrowed along with his grin-

"I'm sick of comin' up here alone anyway."

#max goose x reader #mozzie x reader #sfw

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jovnie · 3 years

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Artificial Intelligence | Namjoon

Summary

Namjoon after wondering the internet, came across a website Ad for a personalized A.I made for him and only for his viewing pleasure.

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Cyber namjoon au! College namjoon! A.i reader!

Warnings: smut, masturbation, virtual reality, moaning and heavily, medium amount of plot, kind of vanilla, riding, dirty talk, muscular joon. Oral (f), heavy whining, begging, dom joon, verbal joon.

With his eyes glued tiredly to the computer, his hand moved the curser to press play. This was his third year in college, being who knew what at the end. After years of tiredness from research papers to fieldwork, being a chemistry major wasn’t paying off one bit. Not his student debt either. Yawning, his arms stretched up and then out before returning them back to the slightly chipped computer to type the URL in.

With each little tap and click, he answered the questions before being brought back to the previous page. Groaning in utter frustration, he closed his computer and put his head on the computer before meantly screaming. He was half way through the questions and it took him out and how knows if he had 200+ more to do. Sighing, he lifted his head uttering, “at least its not the actual test”

With slight relief, he lifted the mac screen and saw he exited everything on accident. Giving up, he searched for a virtual teacher. With no luck, he stumbled across and Ad for an A.I. with an obvious lack of how the cyber world was or knowledge on A.I, he opened a new tab. With searching the key word. ‘A.I’ a small little text box appeared.

A.I ( Artificial Intelligence )

is an intelligence demonstrated by machines, as opposed to the natural intelligence displayed by humans or animals

After looking up the word and its definition, he thought he had a solid idea of what it was. Therefore he exited the tab and searched the subject and then Ai. After doing so he scrolled and clicked what he assumed to be a cite and looked at what it had to offer.

“This is neat. Ah, Let’s see where this goes! Maybe if I do this I can study with a human, I think?” He spoke aloud, looking at the options. Waking up a bit from the sudden excitement, he stretched his body and looked around for a notepad and pen. While doing so, a pop up appeared.

Stacy is single and is 65 miles away from you, wanna interact

Once namjoon returned, he saw the women and clicked off. He figured this wasn’t an appropriate or free ran website. Itching the back of his head, he continued until another pop up this time an ad appeared.

Create your own human A.I with unlimited uses here

Curiously he clicked the ad and saw you had to buy it, immediately he got up from his desk. Legs numb a bit from the lack of moment, he grabbed his wallet and took out his student card. Shopping he looked at the computer than a card. “Yeah no,” he laughed to himself, knowing he could catch a case he didn’t want so he grabbed his credit card before swiveling the chair to sit down. After blindly trusting the site, he was taken to the tutorial and saw a fully naked man on the screen. In shock, he shut the computer down to realize it wasn’t that A. I he needed. Sighing, he flipped the top back up and immediately felt hopeless with the exam. Seeing there’s a female version, he looked around to make sure none on the body was there. He knew he had the room to himself, but it’s still worth it. You never knew, who could be watching.

From there he closed his blinds, turned off the lights, and got back to the computer. He started to create your body down to the smallest detail. He had time as his classes for the week were canceled for finals and other school-related activities like college tours etc.

“Finally, you’re done and now we give you a name!” he smirked softly, rubbing his palm over his jeans on accident. With a few glances and searches, he named you y/n. Smiling, he pressed continue and saw there was an outfit room and spent a few more moments picking something cute, casual and sexy for your body frame. After that was done, he pressed continue. Suddenly there was timer and another pop up.

TIME REMAINING: 23hours 59mins and 23seconds

Thank you for ordering “Y/n” the A.I, everything is processing as you read. While you wait, please pick from the available voices and chose which one suits your needs “Namjoon!”

He had no clue what to expect, but it was worth the wait. Meanwhile, he spent an hour going through the types of voices he wanted you to have, till he could find your voice a perfect match for his needs. After pressing finish, he plugged his computer in and left his computer on as he got out of the chair and brought himself to his bed to sleep. Thankfully, he took a shower hours ago and was already more steps to sleeping than ever. Soon after, his head laid softly on the white pillow and his eyes began to close asleep.

The next day, around 5minuets, until it was time to see what he had gotten himself into. He moved his viewing location to his bed as it was simply more comfortable. Beforehand, he ate and cleaned out items he thought might me helpful with what he thought he’d get into in any minute now. While waiting with pain, he watched the minutes drop one by one until it was less than a minute and he grabbed his seanna drift, a virtual reality set made for his computer and recommended from an email sent to him earlier. He figured it came with more than just the yearly plan he paid for.

As his wallet cried, he read the direction of the screen ok how to connect the device to the website and began following the video instructions. As they told him where to find things and hook it up, he saw that it needed to charge and groaned loudly in annoyance. So he spent that saddened hour, cleaning his room till he saw green and followed the instructions once again.

“Okay ready!” he said, as the Vr headset and earbuds sat softly on his head. With wow and o’s he saw you in this basic room with the lights off and sudden shoe-making noises. Turning his head, he saw you turn on the lights and sat on the bed in front of him. Looking around he took note of his virtual surroundings before grabbing his flashlight and pouring lube he had trouble finding on the table and poor it inside the toy.

Waiting for you to make a move, he got up and placed his computer on the bedside table, and laid on his back. As shirtless and gray sweatpants he was, he still felt clothed. In that moment he took off his sweats, leaving his boxers on he noticed the screen changed onto the bed and it spoked him slowly. With you laying on his chest, he grabbed a free pillow and hugged it as if you were there.

“You feel warm” you chuckled, as namjoon blushed in the shock.

“Thanks, I guess you can see and hear me?” He asked, rubbing you “the pillow softly”

“I can, my system works like an actual person” you mentioned look g him in the eyes. Confused, he hummed in agreement. Whining, he was very pleased with how human you were and a bit concerned as well. He was amused and amazed at how advanced society had become.

After small talk, he warmed up to your very realistic body, voice and actions. Not to mention his hands moving slowly up and down his length as he watched you shower and how cute you looked when you did. Moving a bit faster, you looked and the system told you he was jerking off.

In a surprise you turned around and looked at him, covering your body. With him in tune with idea, he smirked. “what’s wrong baby? You don’t like when I view your body like this?” He asked, grinding his hips against the pillow.

“Well, um I do. Its just new to me okay” your system lies, as it registered grunts from namjoon.

“Well can you turn around for me?” He adds, taking his toy and liking it up to his actual length. Nodding, you turned around and bent over. As namjoon said his movements as listed in the tutorial earlier, you opened your legs as if he was spreading them for you. Holding onto the wall, he said more commands, and eventually, it looked like he was fucking you and it caused an involuntary grunt from his mouth.

“Fuck!” He cursed, sliding the toy up and down in a slow pace as he watched how his camera was moving. Looking at you he got up from a lying position, to his knees and moved the pillow into a u shape and placed his toy so it could feel more real to him.

Hearing your soft moans and a good view of your ass, he began to thrust faster into the toy, holding the pillow down as if he was your back and began moaning curse words. Luckley his head gear caught that and made your moans shift to match his rhythm.

“Ah! Ah! Please don’t stop!” You moaned, griping the shower walls looking back as his eyes wondered your body and all heard from him were grunts. Keeping your ask, he tried pacing himself so he wouldn’t cum too soon as the feeling was slowly building the more he got more into it.

“God! Fuck” he cursed again, as his head went back imaging you bounce back on him. Moving the toy to the desired speed, he kept going closing his eyes and listening to your moans as he reached his end. Jerking forward once more, his cock twitched as his cum spilled inside the toy. After coming down from the slight high, he looked at you who was hard breathing, body slightly shaking and a stream of cum laced your ass with grace.

After today’s use of the A.I he unplugged the device and let it charge. Shortly after, he exited the screen you were on and went to take a shower. Reflecting and thinking how could he make this experience even better and with that thought, he googled the company and saw they made Bluetooth connected toys. Browsing he found a torso toy and paid the extra $15 for the next day delivery. Smiling, he closed his computer and went to beg shortly after.

The next night, he had the box that contained the sex toy. He took it out and realized he picked the right color and body for you. As he read the directions he plugged it to charge and went to do some light reading verire coming back. Seeing the full bars on the side of the torso toy, he grabbed his headset and plugged everything in and made sure the section was secured.

You have connected toy 1251819, your system will now function off of movements from the toy and vr audio. Please speak select the place you wish to be in

After reading namjoon said “library” soon after, you showed up in the same outfit as he picked, sitting in the chair.

“Oh hi namjoon! What are you doing here?” You asked, smiling and putting the book down?

“Well I’m light studying for our test, mind if I join you?* he tells, as the vr moves his view next to you. While he looks around in his vr set, he notices your in a secluded area. As his hands move around the half thigh it registers and you blush slight.

"Sorry” he apologized, looking you up and down. As you told him it was okay, the screen of consent popped up and he knew it was okay to touch you. In that moment, he got on his knees again this time with a body like toy underneath. He instructed you to strip and as he watched you take off your clothes he rubbed his length in his bare hands.

“Good girl now gets on your back for me on the table,” he praised, watching you as your legs reminded closed. Opening them on the toy, you followed. He rubbed his hands around your thigh and rubbed around your lips till he found your clit and gently rubbed you in circles as you began moaning for him.

“You want me to stop?” He smirked, nodding no he stopped.

“Then tell me what you want” he adds, rubbing and teasing the area slowly. After explaining that you want him badly and would do anything, he removed his hand and rubbed his tip around your entrance.

“Please, please namjoon. I want it badly. You felt so good the last time” you told whining softly.

“Oh, you liked that?” He smirked chuckling softly under his breath. Nodding, he lubed you up hearing you moan to his touched, and soon began softly thrusting into you. Griping your shoulder softly, he stuped down your breast. As he began sucking on them soft, he moved in deeper feeling the toy clench on him. Surprised he jerked forward and went faster. It really felt similar to phaycal and actual human body. He continued thrusting, leaning over the you and the sting harder as grunts and your moaning filled his ear.

“S-so big namjoon, it feels-” you interrupted with a moan and he groaned feeling the toys warmness and the wetness of the amount of lube in you.

“Mm keep talking baby, tell me how good it feels!” He demanded, groaning and curing as he went harder. After a few words, his body started going faster as it started to feel too good on him. He told you to just moan and take him as he began chasing his high, which was beyond what he knew. As you moaned his name and reacted to his length and speed, namjoons grunts turned into soft whines and moans as he enjoyed himself with you.

“Oh you feel so good baby” he breathed out heavily. “Ah don’t stop cumming for me” he added, as the system didn’t stop cumming on him causing namjoon to thrust harder as the machine started releasing water already put in the toy on him. Feeling even more organic, he rubbed your clit getting you to choke on your moan as he went harder. Groaning deep and now at an animalistic speed the bed started speaking and his body kept going as he became more vocal with the feeling.

“OH GOD IN CUMMING!” he announced yelling, cumming so hard he started feeling sick and breathing so deep it made the feeling even more unbearable. Coming once more, he fell on top of the toy and laid there till he was able to come down from his high and plug his stuff back up. Looking he saw that not only did his toy break, but his computer was also malfunction with errors on the screen.

With not a lot of energy, he closed his computer and sat the now broken toy beside him as he breathed heavily. Not to mentioned the multiple knocks at his door, he assumed where from one of his neighbors.

“Just his luck” he whispered as he softly passed out sleep.

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cheri-translates · 3 years

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[CN] Shaw’s Creative Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 创意之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

This date features S2 Shaw, but contains no spoilers for S2!

[ This date was released on 13 May 2021 ]

Removing the VR headset, I rub my slightly sore eyes. Seeing the familiar modern furniture leaves me in a momentary trance.

MC: I finally cleared it - this game about the ancient times is pretty immersive.

Aside from completing missions, the game also has a rich plot written in a classical literary style. As a “workshop apprentice”, I successfully created a string of wood carved persimmons.

Rotating my aching wrists, it’s as though the sensation of carving products is still lingering on my hands.

MC: It’s a shame that I could only do that in the game...

Just when I’m about to continue grumbling, my phone suddenly rings.

Tapping the answer button, a familiar voice drifts lazily to my ear.

Shaw: Not a sound from you even during the weekend. What are you up to?

MC: I just played an immersive game, and it’s pretty fun.

At the other end of the line, Shaw makes an “oh” sound, then continues asking.

Shaw: Are you planning to stay at home today?

MC: Mm. I finally finished a big program, so I’m pretty comfortable playing games at home.

Hearing my response, Shaw’s tone lifts slightly at the end.

Shaw: It’s just a game. You can play it anytime, can’t you? The weather outside is great. Staying at home is such a waste. Why not take a stroll outside?

My gaze sweeps over the VR headset. While I’m hesitating whether or not to agree, a thought suddenly flashes across my mind, and I have an idea.

MC: Shaw, why don't you accompany me somewhere?

Shaw pauses for a moment, his subtle breathing drifting over the phone along with the electric currents.

Shaw: Where do you want to go?

MC: I’ll keep it a secret first. You’ll know when you get there. It’s definitely a place you wouldn’t expect.

Shaw chuckles softly, and he seems to stretch.

Shaw: All right. Since you invited me with such magnificent hospitality, I’ll reluctantly keep you company.

Soon after, the both of us stand at the entrance of a wood carving studio. Shaw tilts his head, looking me up and down.

Shaw: You sure we’re not at the wrong place?

I nod my head.

MC: How is it? I already said you definitely wouldn’t expect it.

Shaw arches his brows, a somewhat surprised expression in his eyes.

Shaw: When did you get a new hobby?

Not giving Shaw a direct response, I lift my hand, raising my phone to his face. The picture on the screen features the string of wood carved persimmons I made in the game.

MC: Look at this string of persimmons. I carved it bit by bit in the game. Looks good, doesn’t it? I plan to carve a replica based on this later.

Shaw leans closer to give it a sweeping glance, his expression a little subtle.

Shaw: ...the object in the picture isn’t too bad. But do you like it that much that you must carve a string of persimmons?

MC: Don’t underestimate this small string of persimmons. Slow work yields fine products. The smaller something is, the more patience and carving skills are tested. Also, this is the first wood carving I made in the game. Furthermore, “everything will go according to one’s wishes” is a wonderful message and well-wish. Making it myself will feel very meaningful.

[Note] For the translation of “everything will go according to one’s wishes”, What MC says is “柿柿如意”, which is a pun based on the popular well-wish “事事如意” (“everything will go according to one’s wishes”)

“Persimmon” is 柿 (“shi”). “Everything” is 事事 (“shi shi”)

Shaw: But based on the level of complexity, you can’t make it without having a foundation in carving.

Predicting that Shaw would say this, I make a fist, lifting my head up confidently.

MC: Don’t underestimate me. I think I’m naturally talented in handwork. If I can make it in the game, I might be able to in reality.

Hearing my “lofty aspirations”, the corners of Shaw’s lips hook upwards, and he elongates the tail of his sentence coolly.

Shaw: Fine, I’ll wait and see.

Probably because it’s the lunch break, only the boss is in the shop.

After telling the boss my purpose in coming, he very quickly prepares the wooden block and burin, then comprehensively explains some matters I should take note of.

[Trivia] A burin (刻刀 - “ke dao”) is a handheld steel tool used for carving metal or wood

MC: Draw a design first, then trace a copy onto the wooden block, then...

Hearing me mumble to myself, Shaw can’t help but arch his brows.

Shaw: It’s no use simply memorising the steps. You’ve got to get started to get the feel of it.

...that make sense.

Very soon, I successfully draw a design based on the picture. However, I keep sensing that something’s missing when I look at the picture of the string of persimmons in my hand.

Darting a glance at Shaw, who occasionally looks at the drawing paper in my hand, I turn my body to the side, displaying the drawing paper in front of him.

MC: Shaw, didn’t you brag about being the “best in hand-drawn sketches” in your department? Want to take a look and make adjustments for me?

[Note] For those who are unaware, Shaw is the only graduate student in the archaeological department of Loveland University, so... of course he’s the best in everything LOL

Shaw’s brows arch slightly. Grabbing a pen on the table casually, he starts making amendments quickly.

Shaw: Done.

Unexpectedly, with just a few strokes, the fullness and lushness of the persimmons are outlined, and the entire picture instantly becomes much more vibrant.

Once all the preparatory work is done, the next step is to saw the sides of the wood carving. Placing the wooden block on the machine, I test out suitable positions.

All of a sudden, Shaw presses on my hand.

Shaw: Didn’t the boss mention that it’d be safer to place it a little beyond the peripheral line?

While saying this, he pulls on my wrist, causing the wooden block to shift to the side slightly. After verifying that it’s in the right place, he releases my hand.

Wood carving in real life is much more difficult than I imagined. The more I tell myself to be calm, the more my hands refuse to obey.

I take a deep breath -

Shaw: Tch, aren’t you going a little too fast?

Right after he finishes speaking, my hand suddenly trembles, and I saw a small hole into the wooden block.

Shaw pauses for a few seconds, then bursts into laughter mercilessly.

He leans over, pointing at the small hole, his eyes gloating over my misfortune.

Shaw: Heh. Did someone take a bite out of the persimmon? It’s actually pretty creative.

Faced with Shaw’s mockery, I pout without saying anything. Then, I mimic his usual tone and glare at him.

MC: Why are you laughing so loudly? My hearing is good, okay.

Shaw casually props himself on the table with his elbows. He turns his head to the side and watches me, eyes filled with interest and a smile.

Perhaps because we’re too close in proximity, I seem to feel his warmth encasing my surroundings.

Smelling the scent of peppermint at the tip of my nose, I subconsciously turn away, muttering softly.

MC: Stop crowding over here... it’s a little warm.

The corners of Shaw’s eyes lift upwards slightly, and he sweeps a gaze over my face. He chuckles, sitting down on the chair behind in a wilful manner.

Not long after, I painstakingly saw the overall outer shape of the wooden block. After that, I start using a chisel to carefully craft the outline and thickness.

Probably because I’m unfamiliar with the techniques, the thickness of both sides of the wood carving are very different despite me putting in a lot of effort into correcting it.

I steal a glance at Shaw who is behind. After some hesitation, I clear my throat.

MC: Erm, could you help me with a little something?

Shaw loosens his shoulders.

Shaw: You want my help?

MC: Since you look like you don't have much to do, why not adjust the thickness of the outline with me?

Shaw doesn’t respond immediately. He folds his arms and leans against the wall, both legs placed casually.

Beneath the sunlight of the scorching afternoon sun, the corners of his lips tilt upwards, revealing a mischievous smile.

Shaw: Someone made a solemn vow earlier that she could do it by herself. So, in order for you to experience this fully, I refuse.

I don’t even spare Shaw half a glance after this, heart sinking as I lower my head in silence, focusing on the wood carving alone.

Perhaps grasping some tricks, my actions are gradually much more proficient than before, despite slow improvement.

The doors to the shop are suddenly pushed open. A parent walks in with a little boy.

The boss greets the new customers. Shaw suddenly lifts his arm and waves, walking over to the boss.

Shaw: Boss, give me a burin too.

Thinking that Shaw was suddenly “pricked by his conscience” and is planning to help, I lift my head to look at him in anticipation.

Unexpectedly, after getting the burin, Shaw picks up the leftover linden wood that I had sawed off earlier.

He stands near the window, lifting his hand leisurely. Against the light, that head of bluish purple hair is even more eye-catching.

Shaw: It’s boring to wait. I’ll try it with you, and give you some competitive motivation.

He reveals a confident smile, his tone not at all humble.

Shaw: I’ll also show you what it means to be “naturally talented”.

Shaw deliberately sits down at a table that’s further away from me.

Seeing that my gaze continues to linger on him, Shaw lifts his eyes, asking teasingly.

Shaw: Why are you staring at me?

MC: ...you already know the answer. Also, you’re pretending to be mysterious. What exactly do you plan to carve?

Shaw: You want to know? All the more reason not to tell you.

With this, he lowers his head, the tip of the pen making rustling sounds. He’s likely drawing a design on the rough paper.

Pursing my lips with a “hmph”, I decide to throw myself into crafting the wood carving.

Just as I strive to painstakingly carve the appearance of the wood carving, the little boy who accompanied his parent here seems to be restless.

He runs around the shop, and finally scuttles to Shaw’s side.

Little Boy: Big Bro, your hair’s really cool!

Shaw releases a “hmph”, paying no attention to the boy. But the little boy is fearless, and continues curiously.

Little Boy: Big Bro, what are you carving?

Unintentionally hearing this, I hurriedly perk up my ears, turning my body towards Shaw secretly.

Shaw glances at the boy from the side, placing the prototype wood carving on the table and leaning it from side to side.

Shaw: Make a guess.

The boy stares at it for a while, then exclaims excitedly.

Little Boy: I see it now - it’s a fish! Big Bro, did I guess correctly?

Shaw doesn’t deny it, revealing an expression which says “you’re pretty knowledgeable”.

Shaw: [aww he sounds so affectionate] Little Imp, your eyesight isn’t bad.

Little Boy: But why do you want to carve a fish?

The boy doesn’t seem to understand, and is also slightly disdainful.

Little Boy: Fishes are so unimpressive. If it were me, I’d carve a big tiger. It’s the king of all creatures, and it’s so impressive!

While the boy speaks, he chuckles in satisfaction.

Shaw laughs, then purses his lips.

Shaw: A wooden carved fish is much more interesting than your big tiger.

The boy has an expression on his face which reads “nonsense”. Shaw casts a sidelong glance at him, scoffing softly.

Shaw: Forget it. You wouldn't understand even if I told you.

Little Boy: Who says I wouldn’t understand? I’ve already learnt many things!

The boy grumbles in dissatisfaction, his arms akimbo, pestering Shaw unflinchingly.

I try my best to control the smile at the corners of my lips, and suddenly have an idea. Clearing my throat, I pretend to be a bystander, inserting myself into the conversation.

MC: What this little boy said is correct. Young man, you can’t look down on others just because you’re older by a few years.

Little Boy: Hmph! That’s right!

My “encouragement” enables the boy to be even less willing to back down, and he purses his small mouth.

Shaw: Oh?

Hearing my response, Shaw lifts his eyes, a mischievous smile curling the corners of his lips upwards.

Shaw: What is it? You also want to know?

MC: Since you started it, it’s only right for you to talk about it more.

Shaw: Since the both of you are pretty eager to learn, I’ll broaden your knowledge.

Next to the window, the rays of light are bright. Shaw arches his brows wilfully.

Shaw: To put it simply, this is related to the history of “fish culture”. Since ancient times, fish have represented auspicious signs and well-wishes.

Little Boy: I know about this! Is this how people wish each other “may you have abundance year after year”? I heard my teacher mentioning it before. It’s because “鱼” and “余” are homophonic!

[Note] The well-wish the boy is referring to is “年年有鱼”, which is a pun based on the proper saying “年年有余”

“Fish” is 鱼 (“yu”), while 余 (also “yu”) means abundance

Shaw: In that case, your teacher only told you half of it.

Shaw fiddles with the burin in his hand, spinning it casually.

Shaw: Fishes are an embodiment of luck. Patterns of fish can often be seen on antiques.

MC: What’s the origin of wooden carved fishes then?

Shaw pauses for a second before responding.

Shaw: Over seven thousand years ago, the most ancient wooden carved fishes were in the Hemudu culture. Based on conjectures, they were likely used for praying and well-wishes.

[Trivia] The Hemudu culture was a Neolithic culture spanning from 5500 BC to 3300 BC, located south of the Hangzhou Bay in Jiangnan in Zhejiang, China

Shaw speaks indifferently, but the boy listens at the side, his eyes wide.

Little Boy: Big Bro, you really know a lot! You’re even more incredible than my teacher!

The corners of Shaw’s lips hook upwards with pride.

Shaw: I guess so. Little Imp, remember to read more books and learn properly.

The boy runs away contentedly. My gaze lands on the wooden carving in Shaw’s hand that I can’t see quite clearly yet.

I didn’t expect the wooden carved fish to have the same symbolism as the string of persimmons. I tilt my head, feeling slightly emotional.

Time flows by as the seconds and minutes pass. Before realising it, the sky dims, and the studio lights are bright.

Swinging my hands which have almost lost all physical strength, I release a long sigh.

At the other side of the table, Shaw lifts his chin towards me.

Shaw: Progress isn’t going smoothly?

Looking at the half-finished product with uneven contours next to my hand, I shake my head a little despondently.

MC: Looks like I won’t be able to finish it today, and would have to come back next time. Also, the actual wood carving is light-years away from what I expected...

Hearing my soft grumbling at the end, Shaw arches his brows.

Shaw: Just by looking at it, the string of persimmons isn’t easy to make. But you dug this pit yourself, so I’ll wait and watch you fill it up.

Ignoring the teasing tone in his voice, I purse my lips.

MC: I definitely won’t give up. What about you? Are you done with the carving?

Shaw has an expression which reads “of course”, and he nods unhesitatingly.

Shaw: It was done a long time ago.

I’m stunned for a moment, both surprised and curious.

One hand supports Shaw’s cheek lightly. With a stretch of his long arm, the wooden carved fish is brought before my eyes.

This is a bright coloured wood carving of a fish. It has a roundish head and a chubby belly, and looks extremely adorable.

I lift up the wooden fish sculpture with both hands, as though instantly struck by its adorable shape.

Shaw: Excellent workmanship with profound symbolism. Your goal has been overtaken by me.

Behind the table, Shaw arches his brows in satisfaction, casually twisting the burin, his pose utterly flamboyant.

Even though his carving is indeed not bad, the moment I lift my eyes and see Shaw’s insuppressible pride, I can’t help but remain silent.

With the sudden impulse to sing a different tune, I deliberately purse my lips, speaking calmly.

MC: It’s just like this I guess. In terms of exquisiteness, I’d give a passing mark at most.

The smile on Shaw’s lips retracts slightly. While looking at me from the side, he releases a “hmph” from his nose.

Shaw: You have the nerve to criticise me? Why don’t you look at your own standard. Also, this is my exclusive design. It’s much more creative than you making a duplicate from the game.

Hearing the unwillingness to back down hidden in his tone, I can’t help but smile secretly.

Shaw glances at me indifferently. He seems to catch the secret smile on my lips, and an indiscernible light flashes across his eyes.

Shaw: Hey, shouldn’t you return it to me after touching it for half a day? You don’t like it anyway.

MC: Who says-

Almost making a slip of the tongue, I hurriedly change my words.

MC: Actually, on closer inspection, it seems that your carving is pretty okay.

Shaw: Just “okay”?

MC: ...I’ll add one mark for its symbolism and origin then.

Pleased with this, Shaw rolls his shoulders, chuckling softly.

Shaw: You still have some taste.

He crosses his leg over the other, his eyebrows suddenly furrowing. He seems to blurt out what’s in his mind.

Shaw: But the head of this fish seems a little too round... Hm, it’s a little irksome. Looks like I need to make some corrections.

MC: No it isn’t? It looks just right like this!

Afraid that Shaw would snatch it back, I hurriedly fold my hands over the wooden carving, and notice a hint of slyness in his eyes.

He leans closer abruptly, instantly closing the distance between us.

Shaw: Looking at your posture... What is it? Can’t bear to return it?

Specks of bright light reminiscent of daytime dance on Shaw’s bluish purple hair, outlining his expression and making it look even more triumphant.

I blink my eyes.

MC: Since you’re already done, I think I should observe it for a while longer, and have some “luck” rubbed off on me. I might even be able to quickly and successfully finish my wood carving too.

Shaw turns his head, the corners of his lips turning upwards relaxedly. A pondering smile surfaces in his bright eyes.

Shaw: You’ve got taste. If you really like it, it’s not that I can’t give it to you.

My heart stirs, eyes widening as I look at him. But I have the feeling that there should be a second half to his sentence.

Shaw leans back relaxedly, stretching casually.

Shaw: But I need to make up for the costs.

...just as I guessed.

Cradling the wooden carving in my hand, I lift my chin towards Shaw.

MC: Go on, what’s the “fee”?

Shaw lowers his head, pretending to deliberate for a few seconds. Then, he lifts his eyes, meeting mine.

Shaw: When you’re done with your wooden carving...

Shaw: It belongs to me.

[Note] There are actually two ways one can interpret this line because it’s kept purposefully vague. It’s simply “归我”, which means “belong to me”. This means we can’t be sure if he’s asking for the wooden carving or MC herself :>

Shaw: How is it? Isn’t it very fair?

Light falls on the tips of Shaw’s hair, reflecting a bright and sly smile in his eyes.

Before I can react, he has already stood up.

Shaw: All right, that’s how it’d be.

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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twitch streamer geto suguru

This is a thought that doesn’t just live rent free in my head oh no this thought is the landlord of my mind. Go read the shitposts I made about this, but technically you don’t need to for context. Femme pronouns

Looking at himself in the mirror, Suguru smiled widely. His costume was perfect for today's stream. He knew his fans would love it, they voted for his next one and were practically frothing at the mouth when he announced he’d be doing it.

“Babe, come in!” He called for you. You’d left the bathroom a few minutes ago and hadn’t seen him in the full outfit.

“Coming!” Your footsteps padded on the carpet and then you appeared in the doorway. “Looking good, Dabi.” You grinned, taking note of his lack of shirt and the pants hanging low on his hips. The only thing keeping him from looking like an off duty stripper was the jacket concealing just enough to not be too too scandalous.

“Oh Toga, you’re too kind.” He chuckled, looking at his makeup in the mirror. “You really outdid yourself with the makeup, ya know.”

“Thanks.” Twirling the skirt you had on between your fingers, you looked at yourself in the mirror. “I think I look pretty cute.”

“The cutest.” Giving your butt a squeeze, Suguru slipped past you. “I’m going to start the stream now.”

“Okay!” Giving him a wave, you went to another room to occupy yourself for however many hours he’d be busy today. You could hear the music he played at the beginning of his stream start to play, and you put on headphones.

“Hello everyone, it’s your favorite sexy cosplayer!” Suguru said into his microphone, smiling at all the comments that flooded in, all in shock of how good his makeup and outfit looked. “You like the get up?”

Hundreds and hundreds of comments flooded in all saying yes. Chuckling, he stood up and showed off his outfit to the camera. Letting his coat flutter open, he laughed at the many all caps messages saying how hot he was.

“Should I say something Dabi would say?” Tapping his chin, Suguru hummed for a bit. “If you’re trash, at least be kindling for my flames. How’s that?” A couple donations came in, all praising him for his good imitation.

Sitting back down, he set up the game he was going to play for the first portion of the stream: cooking mama. Reading out a few messages and thanking everyone over and over again, he started up the game.

In the room you were in, you could hear frantic laughter and crazed shouts from Suguru. He always got super into whatever game he was playing, playing up his reactions perfectly for the watchers. He often had to drink a warm cup of tea after a stream because he’d been shouting and laughing so much.

After an hour, you got a text from him, asking to bring him a snack. You hadn’t changed out of the outfit, promising to take pictures for his Instagram once the stream was over. Quickly fixing him a plate, you knocked on the door.

“Sugu, I’m here.” You tried not to speak too loudly in case he was talking.

“Oh everyone, my Uber eats is here, one second. I know, I know, I’m eating so early into the stream!” Chuckling, Suguru opened the door and smiled at you. “Hey delivery girl, you’re pretty cute.”

“Shut up.” You giggled, trying to push the plate into his hand.

“You know, you’re so cute my stream should see you!” He shouted, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into the room.

“Sugu!” You shouted, face flushing at suddenly being on camera.

“Sugu? I don��t know who that is, Toga.” Holding you more securely around your waist, Suguru tossed the plate on his desk and positioned you in front of the camera. “Look everyone, Toga joined me!”

“H-hi.” No matter how many times he made you appear on camera you were still a little shy. Gripping the edges of the beige cardigan you had on, you waved shyly at the camera. You could see the comments flooding by, ‘so cute!’ ‘couple goals!’ ‘I’m so jealous!’.

“Some of you were wondering why we aren’t wearing wigs too and to be honest this makeup took far too long to even fuck with a wig.” Suguru laughed, running a hand through his hair. “But I should tie it up, huh? It’s getting pretty hot.”

“I’ll help.” You always had a scrunchie on you for Suguru. He refused to use normal hair ties, citing how bad they were for your hair.

“Oh, it’s everyone’s favorite part.” He teased. Dramatically fluttering his coat to the side, Suguru dropped to his knees in front of you despite your flustered requests to just bend his head forward.

“You know you don’t have to do all this.” You muttered, ignoring all the horny comments in his chat. Suguru really knew how to play up his audience and make everything a clippable moment. He didn’t have thousands of subscribers for no reason.

“But Toga, I like it when you do it like this.” He whined loudly, smirking up at you and grabbing the edges of your cardigan. Laughing at the embarrassed noise you let out, he closed his eyes as you gathered his hair into a bun on his head.

“There you go.” Patting his shoulder, you helped him up. Trying to take a step back, Suguru caught you by the arm.

“C’mon, at least pose a little with me?”

“But I thought we were just going to do it for Instagram?”

“Where’s the fun in that? Just a little bit, promise.”

“Alright.” Moving into a better position, you threw your hands up and made the same gestures as the real Toga Himiko, cupping your cheeks and smiling up at Suguru just like you’d practiced. “Is this good?”

“Look at the donations baby, you’re doing great.” Giving you a quick peck on the forehead, Suguru thanked all the people donating. Getting into his position, he did a few poses as well. Only doing a few, he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you over to his desk, making you sit on his lap as he sat on the chair.

“There’s a few new subs, (Y/N), you should thank them.” Tapping the microphone softly, Suguru gestured for you to lean forward. Ignoring the chat all furiously typing that they wanted to sit on Sugurus lap, you looked at yourself on the monitor.

“Thank you everyone who donated and subscribed! You’re all so sweet and Suguru and I really appreciate and love every single one of you!” You had learned that script early on in Sugurus streaming career. It was heartfelt and true, and better yet you never stuttered over it.

Patting you on the back, Suguru turned off cooking mama and put on some background music.

“Toga, would you like to play a game?” He asked, making his voice drop a little.

“What is it?”

“I think you’ll like this game.” He smirked wickedly, his eyes darting to the camera and giving it a wink.

“Why’d you wink?”

“No reason!” Rocking back and forth, Suguru chuckled to himself. “Will you go grab the VR? It’s in the drawer over there.”

“Sugu, please!” You knew exactly what he was going to have you do and it was already making your heart race. You were still close to the microphone, and everyone could hear your pitiful whine.

“Hey don’t make those sounds, people have to pay extra for that.” Covering the microphone with his hand, Suguru pat you on the legs. “It’ll be a short one this time.”

“You say that all the time!” Throwing your head back, you got up from his lap and grabbed the VR headset, setting it up quickly.

“Now chat, you guys have been suggesting this game nonstop for (Y/N) to play and one of the mods sent me a copy, so now we’re going to play!” Suguru went on to show the game on screen, a horror game that had been trending recently. He’d brought it up to you in passing, asking what you thought of it and if you’d ever play it with him off stream.

“I hate it here!” You groaned, flipping off the camera as it was angled to capture your whole body. Neither the chat nor Suguru could hold back their laughs, and many donations were ringing in.

“Here, let me help.” Suguru stood and adjusted the headset on your face, putting the controllers firmly in your hands. Patting you on the head, he sent a thumbs up to the screen. “Let’s go everyone! And no one worry, (Y/N) has safety shorts on under the skirt, so if she kicks her leg like last time no perverts will see her bits.”

“That’s right!” You nodded in what you hoped was the direction of the monitor. You weren’t facing it before Suguru had put the headset on, so you had no idea if you were looking in the right direction.

“Starting now.” He announced, and the game started up on your screen. It was fine enough, chilling music playing in your ears at a low volume. “How’s the sound, (Y/N)?”

“It’s fine.” Nodding, you started a new game. “The graphics are really good on this so far!”

“That’s great.” Adjusting the microphone, Suguru could barely hide his smile. As the game started, you felt shivers roll down your spine. Little things slammed in your ears and your head whipped side to side.

“So this is one of those mission games? I-I can do it, no problem!” You breathed, jolting right after as something passed the corner of your vision.

“That’s the spirit!” Suguru clapped for you. “Chat believes in you as well.”

There were a few small jump scares, spiders and things chasing you that made you shout. As the game progressed, you were doing better than anyone thought you would.

“S-sugu.” You whimpered at a checkpoint, adjusting the controllers in your sweaty hands.

“Hm?”

“T-there’s a monster.” Pointing in front of you, you could see the thing staring at you from the end of a long, dark hallway.

“Aw, there is?” Suguru teased, looking at the screen. “We see it now.”

“Oh shit, it’s coming toward me.” Taking a small step back, you quickly ran your character away from it. Chase music sounded for a bit and your skin prickled at almost getting caught.

“Good job, you got away!”

“Mhmm.” Taking a deep breath, you continued on with the game, shouting a few more times at jump scares. Suguru hadn’t spoken in a while, just letting you play the game alone. The silence from him combined with the music from the game set you more on edge, and when a monster appeared, you groaned.

“Shit, shit- Sugu! A monster is chasing me!” This one was faster and much more terrifying than the previous one. Suguru didn’t offer any words of comfort and you almost yelled at him as you were running away. “Sugu, help, help, it’s gonna- ahhhh!”

“Ah!” Suguru and you screamed at the exact same time, but for different reasons. As soon as the monster grabbed you and screamed in your ears, jump scaring you on the screen, Suguru grabbed your sides in real life, making it feel even realer.

“No!” Screaming wildly, you leapt from his hold and fell onto the floor. Scrambling to take the headset off, your breathing was all over the place. “Sugu!” You nearly cried, heart beating far too hard. Suguru was bent over, laughing so hard he was silent.

“S-so-sorry!” He choked out, slapping his knee as he tried to regain his composure.

“You’re the worst!” Silly little tears misted your lashes and you put the headset on the table behind you and crossed your arms childishly. You were shaking from how much you’d been scared, and you could see some of the messages in chat laughing at you, telling everyone they’d clipped the moment to be shared later.

“C’mere.” Tugging on the back of your cardigan, Suguru cooed at you. “Toga, don’t be pouty.”

“You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Throwing your head back, you let Suguru wrap you in a hug but you didn’t uncross your arms. “Why do I have to play the scary games?”

“Because your reactions are better than mine. I don’t get scared like that.” Putting his head on your chin, he rocked you back and forth. “You did really good too, I bet this might get us a sponsor.”

Flicking him in the forehead, you tried to worm out of his hold but he kept a tight grip on you. You fought the urge to whine, knowing he’d just use it to his advantage.

“Let’s sit down.”

“No.” You tried to keep your feet firmly planted on the floor but Suguru wasn’t having any of it.

“Toga’s being stubborn!” He shouted to the chat. Bending his knees, Suguru dropped his arms to just under your butt and lifted you up.

“Dabi, put me down!” Squirming around was no use, but you knew this kind of reaction was great for the stream. Hitting him lightly on the back, you huffed when you were set down again and pulled into Sugurus lap.

“Look, you got chat all excited with your little act.” Pinching your cheek, Suguru smirked at you. “Hey (Y/N).”

“What?”

“Are you doing anything after the stream?” Grabbing your chin, he pushed your lips together, making you pucker a little. Staring at you for a beat, he let you go and laughed, sticking his tongue out at the camera. “I know you all are so jealous.”

“You shouldn’t be.” You quipped, grinning and laughing when he pinched your sides.

“Oh, they shouldn’t be? What about now?” Clearing his throat, Suguru put his mouth against his microphone and breathed lowly. “Thank you to all the bastards watching my stream, you’re so special to me. And a big thank you to my most recent sub, glitterkitty303, you’re the best baby.” His voice had dropped impossibly low, a voice he saved to fluster the hell out of you and get a few more bigger donations.

Breaking out into a smirk, he watched the chat roll by impossibly fast, all of the comments going insane, asking Suguru to say their username next and begging with donations for him to say something, anything, in that voice.

“How was that?” He asked you, looking at your flustered face on the screen. “How cute, you’re hiding your face.”

“Play the next game already.” Pushing his shoulder, you squeaked when he cupped the back of your head and leaned toward your ear.

“Chat, I want you to guess what I’m saying to (Y/N).” Pressing his lips against your ear, Suguru couldn’t hold back a little laugh at some of the messages coming in. “After this stream, let’s order pizza.” He whispered quietly, pulling back and patting your head. “Alright?”

“Alright.” You whispered, rolling your eyes at how embarrassed you still were.

“Good girl.” Rubbing your back, Suguru motioned off screen to another chair he had. “If you want, you can play the next game with me, we’re playing some Mario games next.”

After setting up for the next game and taking a short bathroom break, you were ready. The first game was mario kart, one you loved to play with Suguru because it meant nothing scary was going to happen.

“Ah shit, (Y/N) beat me again!” After doing four races and losing horribly on purpose, Suguru shook his head. “Alright guys, that’s it, my career is over. (Y/N) is taking over the channel!”

“Yay me.” You laughed, waving at the camera. “Hi guys, I don’t stream, so consider this channel dead.”

“Oof, so harsh.” Suguru gripped his chest, leaning back dramatically in agony.

After a few more rounds of mario kart and a couple other Nintendo games, you were finally allowed to leave with a cute wave to the camera and another round of thanking everyone. You were sweating bullets from the lights pointed at you and it felt good to finally be out of the room.

A few hours later, Suguru finished his stream and came to find you. He was obviously tired, stating that the two of you would just have to take the pictures before the next stream tomorrow. He often wore his costumes for at least a week, milking the reactions for all that he could.

“I never thought I’d see Dabi eating a pizza so savagely.” You chuckled. Suguru had demanded to order pizza before he washed off the makeup, he was too hungry to wait, and as soon as it had arrived he grabbed one of the boxes for himself and sat himself on the couch.

“Villainy is hungry work.” He grunted before shoving nearly a whole piece in his mouth. Grabbing your phone, you snapped a quick photo of him for your personal records and maybe a behind the scenes post for his Instagram.

You were still in your costume as well, prepared to take photos but now too lazy to change until after you ate. Suguru kept looking at you and grinning, taking quick glances at your legs before looking away.

“Why do you keep looking at me?”

“You’re just so cute dressed as Toga! And a couple people donated and asked if we would start an only fans. Seems I’m not the only one who likes the costume.”

“We are not making an only fans!” You laughed, shaking your head vehemently.

“Alright but can we take a few pictures not for Instagram?” He asked, sending you a wink. “I keep getting hard thinking about it.” He was completely serious but seeing your face contort in your embarrassment made him laugh.

“Maybe I should make an only fans and start charging you for pictures.” You teased back, nudging his shoulder. Suguru sneaked a kiss on your cheek and squeezed your thigh.

“You already know where my bank card is, go right ahead.” Keeping himself close to you, Suguru squeezed your thigh again. “Do you need a photographer, ‘cause I might know a guy…”

#jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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lala-ladybug · 3 years

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Healing Hands: Chapter 3

Happy finals week, ugh. As always, reblogs are appreciated!!

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

Read here on AO3

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Chapter 3: Well shit Babs, maybe I like ponies

Marinette sat on a rock and paddled her bare feet in the water. It was a beautiful day, the sun was warming the top of her loose, dark hair and the ocean in front of her stretched for miles and miles.

A noise disturbed her peaceful moment. A distant cry, probably a seagull.

She sighed and leaned back on her hands to breathe in the smell of--

Marinette choked. Why was there smoke in the air?

The cries grew louder as she looked back at the water before her. She started when she saw that they came from her friends, who were in the now-tumultuous water, trying to keep themselves afloat. They were only a few yards away, she could make it if she just--

A force around her waist tugged her hard as she leapt to her feet. Her face collided with the concrete beneath her-- the top of a building, she realized. If the water level was up this high, then....

From where she lay, she could see directly down into the water. It was no longer clear, but a deep crimson. There were dozens of figures scattered about, some still struggling and some motionless. She scrambled to get up as her eyes snapped to Alya’s hand disappearing below the waves.

That damn force jerked her to the other side of the building, farther from her friends.

“No!” Marinette cried out desperately. The force released her and she whirled to find her attacker.

A flash of red caught her eye, and--

Oh.

It was Ladybug.

Marinette shook her head, not understanding. If that was Ladybug, then.... No, it couldn’t be Ladybug, because she was Ladybug. She fumbled for her earrings, but felt nothing.

Ladybug stalked deliberately up to Marinette and pushed her to the ground. Marinette landed on her hands and knees, both of which were now shaking.

“Look at them,” it was her own voice that spat so harshly from Ladybug’s lips. “Look at them.” She grabbed Marinette’s hair from behind and forced her head up.

Marinette could now see Adrien, Kagami, Luka, and Chloe in the ocean in front of her. Their lifeless faces floated just below the surface, the bloodied water doing nothing to conceal their frozen expressions of terror.

Marinette sobbed and closed her eyes. Ladybug pulled sharply on her hair again, and looked into Marinette’s eyes.

“Look at them. Don’t you dare take your eyes off the mess you’ve made. You will never be able to save them all,” Ladybug’s eyes, her eyes, blazed with the vehemence of her words. She opened her mouth to speak again, but a loud beeping sound was all that came out.

Marinette gasped and sat up in her bed, the alarm sending her heartbeat into a frenzy. Tikki flew up next to her as she slumped over with a hand over her eyes.

It was just a dream.

Another Kwami must have turned off her alarm because the beeping had stopped, but Marinette could still hear the echoes of her friends’ dying breaths ringing in her ears.

“Marinette... are you okay?” Tikki placed a delicate paw on her chosen’s arm. “We heard you cry out while you were sleeping.”

The girl lifted her head and gave the little god a shaky smile. “It was just a dream.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tikki floated back down to where the other Kwami were piled on the side of the bed with similarly worried expressions on their faces.

Marinette exhaled a bracing sigh. “Okay.... It was Syren. Or-or Chat Blanc, I’m not really sure.” The Kwami exchanged a look at that. This was not the first time she’d had a nightmare about water. “But Ladybug was there, and she was attacking me.”

Tikki looked especially concerned about that new piece of information. She opened her mouth to say something when Marinette’s phone lit up with a call. The ringtone was Alya’s.

Marinette picked up, trying to control the shaking of her hands. “H-hey girl, what’s up?” Her tone was deceptively cheerful.

“Hey Mari! Just checking to see if you’re awake. Nino and I are ready, he even put on the goggles already!” Marinette instantly relaxed as she heard Alya’s excited voice bubbling out.

“Yeah dudette, they feel really weird. But comfy!” Nino must have leaned over to pitch in.

Marinette shook off the last vestiges of the nightmare with a giggle. “Yeah, it’s kind of tricky to get the headset to fit over your glasses, but you’ll get used to it!”

“Well if you’re not ready yet then you’d better hurry up, girl! The game launches in five minutes.”

Marinette scrambled to check the time. “Oh crap! I gotta go, see you guys soon!” She hung up and rushed to untangle herself from her blankets.

“Good thing you set three alarms, huh?” Tikki followed her down from the loft and watched her brush out her hair.

Marinette stuck her tongue out at the god of creation.

* * *

Red Hood stalked into the Batcave, nearly running Oracle over as she wheeled herself up to her station at the Batcomputer.

“Woah Jaybird, don’t let me get in your way there,” Babs glared at his retreating back. “Asshole,” she muttered to herself.

Jason hurled his helmet onto the floor of the bathroom and began shucking off his suit with far more force than necessary. He started a shower and looked over his new wounds in the mirror. He’d been stupid, so damn stupid, on patrol.

“Red Hood, report in,” Batman’s gravelly voice cut through on his comms. “Hood, you are not to engage alone. What is your location?”

But Jason couldn’t hear him. The only thing he could hear was blood rushing in his ears, but it wasn’t his blood. No, it was the blood of every monstrous, corrupt asshole in this city. And he wanted it to run on the streets.

The Joker had sent thugs out to a meet-up. Well, Red Hood could send them back in a casket. He crouched beside a gargoyle and watched for the arrival of the van he’d tailed. There were only two men. They left the vehicle and waited outside, lighting cigarettes. Too easy.

Red Hood swept down the building, guns never leaving their holsters. He wanted this to hurt. Them or him, he wasn’t sure. But he got his wish as he beat the two men to a pulp. He wasn’t sure how far he’d have gone if not for the arrival of the gang the Joker’s men were supposed to meet with.

They slashed his back with knives. Shallow wounds, easy to manage. By the time Red Hood turned to face them, the others had arrived-- Batman, Nightwing, Robin. And boy were they pissed.

Jason winced as the hot water hit the cuts on his back. He rolled his shoulders and just let the steam ground him. He didn’t kill again, even if every time that green-haired bastard got involved, he went off the rails.

He would get to choose his own path, not the one Bruce wanted for him, but damn well not the one Thalia wanted for him either. This story was his, he reminded himself while gingerly toweling off. Even if he couldn’t look his own reflection in the eye.

He gripped the countertop, staring down as he let his hair drip into the sink. No, he wasn’t feeling desperate enough to see if his eyes were green again.

Damnit, he had to apologize to Babs. He felt calmer now, but he’d been a real dick when he came in. Jason dressed quickly in sweatpants and an old shirt, then padded quietly back to where he knew his sister would be at the computers.

“Hey,” he said, knocking softly when he entered to announce his presence. Barbara didn’t respond for a moment. She was leaning forward in her chair, typing something into one monitor while listening to police chatter, then nodded to herself and sat back.

“Hey.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Robin told me what happened on patrol.”

Jason scowled. “That little tattletale.”

Barbara offered him a reassuring smile. “That little tattletale is the only reason I didn’t hack into your bank account and order a damn pony.”

“Well shit Babs, maybe I like ponies,” Jason snarked back, but his heart wasn’t into it. “Listen... I’m sorry about earlier. If replacement talked to you already, you know what kind of mood I was in, but that’s no excuse.”

Babs turned her chair to face him and held out her hand. He stepped forward and took it, and she said, “We know you’re trying, Jay. Stuff like this? This is who you are. A year ago, you wouldn’t have been caught dead apologizing to me!” She cringed. “Ah, no offense.”

He chuckled. “None taken, it’s about time you started getting in on the undead jokes.” He patted her hand before walking away back to the main space of the cave. “But thank you, it means a lot.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth!” She raised her voice and turned back to face the computer.

Dick and Tim were already waiting in the cave. Tim was fiddling with some beds and what looked like opaque ski goggles. He always fidgeted when he was nervous.

“Hey replacement,” Jason shouted across the room. He noticed Dick bristle, but cut him off before he could get the patented older brother speech. “How much time ‘til the launch?”

Tim’s eyes lit up, and damn him for caring, but Jason just didn’t want them to be afraid of him.

* * *

Connor and Zatanna were washing dishes in the Cave’s kitchen after dinner. Connor heard the distant sound of someone arriving via zeta tube. He let Zatanna know as they finished drying their plates, then followed her to go greet their visitors.

Wally and Artemis staggered into the room, both weighed down by overflowing boxes of equipment.

“Oh thank god, please help me!” Artemis said, spotting Connor. He obliged and easily took the heavy box from her. She rubbed her arms and smiled gratefully as he held it aloft in one hand.

“It must be so handy having him around,” she sighed to Zatanna.

The magician giggled. “It certainly has its perks, but....” She lifted her hands and said clearly, “Flesruoy egnarra.” The contents of the boxes, some assorted cots, VR headsets, and computers, floated up and placed themselves into a neat formation. “A girl can get by by herself.” She gave Artemis a fistbump.

The zeta tube activated and they all looked up to watch it. The AI announced Wondergirl, and Cassie Sandsmark walked out. She looked up from her phone and waved. “Oh hey guys, whatcha doing?”

Wally zoomed around the set-up Zatanna had created. “We’re just setting up to play this new virtual reality game that’s coming out at midnight! What about you?”

“Oh, what a coincidence, I was just--”

Cassie was cut off by the zeta tube activating again. This time it was Bart, carrying Jaime bridal style, and running at full speed. He skidded to a halt, put a very ill-looking Jaime down, and ran a hand through his windswept hair.

“So totally crash! What’s poppin’?” He made finger guns at Connor, Zatanna, and Artemis.

Zatanna started explaining, “Well, like were just telling Cassie, there’s this new video game coming out at midnight and we--”

She was interrupted by the screech of a green pterodactyl swooping in from the zeta tube. It circled once around the high ceilings of the hollowed-out mountain, then landed and shrank into Beast Boy.

“Just a heads up, Arsenal’s right behind me and he’s a little angry-- oh what are you guys doing?”

Connor was getting frustrated now. “We’re trying to get set up for this new video game that’s launching in five minutes, so if you guys wouldn’t mind--”

A small explosion sounded from the door to the exterior of the island. Roy burst in amidst a cloud of dust.

“Hope I’m not late, I lost my phone.” He sounded like he was in a bad mood.

Bart whispered to Connor, “He means he destroyed his phone.”

Roy dusted off his pants, then looked to Wally and Artemis and asked, “The hell are you doing here?”

“AUGH,” Artemis had had enough. “We’re here to play the video game coming out at midnight! If you want to join us, fine, but if you don’t then get out.” She pointed to the zeta tubes.

Garfield tried to placate her. “Sheesh, it’s just a game! No need to get so worked up.”

Jaime gave him an incredulous look. “Weren’t you just throwing a tantrum yesterday about Bart kicking your ass halfway to Bialya in Smash?”

“...Noted.” Garfield answered.

“Well, looks like we’ve got plenty of hands to help get everyone set up. Let’s get to it!” Cassie expertly maneuvered the two teams away from setting off their more explosive members. They distributed headsets and assigned reclining positions without further delay.

* * *

Marinette put the headset on and laid down on her bed.

“Ready to go back?” Tikki asked her.

She gave the little god a grin. “Definitely.”

In the distance, the bells in Notre Dame chimed six times, but Marinette couldn’t hear them. Her mind had gone somewhere far, far away. Somewhere new.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fic #batfam #batfam fic #yj #yj fic #young justice #young justice fic

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detectivesplotslies · 3 years

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Too many memories, two many occupants

Description: The game is over, and someone has to answer for how it played out. Tsumugi's the obvious answer, as perfectly so as her cosplay. Features VR AU and postgame spoilers. Word Count: 3591 Read on AO3 here

Chapter 1: Beyond Notice

During the trial it had been a lot easier. Having an opposition, having a role, having a part to stick to. There was the audience, there were the fans. There were her brilliant cosplays! There was the vote. She had known what she’d press. She knew where it would get her.

Waving her last, she knew what it really meant. But something within her still grew quiet. Something mourned. The triumphant grin of despair wouldn’t surface, no matter how hard she tried. Her contestants. Her classmates. Her victims. Her cast. They had sentenced her… themselves… to this.

Even though she knew better, she felt numb. Her feet were heavy, rooted to the spot. The others were out of sight. Her executioner flew around above, raining his destruction down on them while she retreated inwards, her vision narrowing. Waving, as her cosplay fell away, as the school crumbled, she should feel the heat of the explosions, but none of that reached her.

She saw the rock. She made no move. Part of her was ready. Part of her was resigned.

It went dark.

Even though Tsumugi knew better she was almost relieved.

Until it was time to wake up.

---

Coming to feels hazy, disorienting. Her limbs jerk awkwardly, as if starting awake from a nightmare, eyes still seeing darkness but hands brushing against cords, glass and consoles. A pair of hands brush her cheek as they remove her headset, and she flinches involuntarily. One of her own hands goes to her face, tugging at its electrical tethers, still taped to her in various nerve points.

She’s not wearing her glasses. Panic washes over her just as the blinding light of the room that refuses to adjust for her does, and her other hand frantically reaches around the pod for where they must have fallen. She’d never leave her glasses. Without her glasses she’s not… she’s…

The light becomes less intense as she blinks, and she can make out the blurry silhouettes of three people in front of her, standing at attention, waiting patiently. One holds a hand outstretched with something silver clasped in it.

Shakily she takes it, unfolding the arms and sliding them carefully onto her face. The unfocused world comes back into sharp clarity. She half recognizes the faces of those who are in front of her. The silence remains. Is she supposed to say something? Eventually the one who returned her glasses clears her throat, and gestures to the others. They begin to remove the wires quickly and efficiently. Tsumugi crosses her arms and rubs at them idly as the rest are secured, feeling like this should be a more private process. As the last wire is removed the one who’s clearly in charge clears her throat again and nods to her.

“The Board would like to see you.”

Slowly, Tsumugi pushes herself out of the seat, wobbling on her feet as she does so, gripping the side of the chair shaped pod, carefully avoiding the lit LCD consoles lining the edges. The trio before her make no moves to help, nor does she request it. The legs beneath her quiver a few times, threatening to fold before her knees lock with some promise of support. Her hand gripping the side betrays the truth though, trembling with effort.

“Alright, take me to them.”

---

They aren’t happy.

There’s some general gratitude that an ending was guaranteed through her actions, but thanks for it are brisk and short lived. There are bigger problems now.

Lost footage was bad enough, but a protest live on air? Sure, there were tons of supportive fans out there with a continued commitment to the brand, but the vocal few were making themselves heard. Sponsors were pulling their funding. Team DanganRonpa needed to make a statement. They refused to take fault, they had the consent waivers, despite the impassioned display on screen. They needed a scapegoat to take the fall, and who better than the face of the disaster? It was for the good of their franchise, and their only chance to hang onto enough profit to keep the company running.

They are firing her.

The show must go on, but they would make a good faith decision to change their methods for the next season. With a brand new production team.They were advancing their technologies still and R&D was indispensable right now, so the focus went towards the writing talent. It was her failure, anyways, they posited. The simulation hadn’t flickered once, even when the jig was up.

Tsumugi is silent and numb as she is told this. Turmoil brews as a debate begins around her about when to release the announcement.

How dare they do this to me? I worked so hard for them! Without me this season would have never got off the ground! Who else had the brilliant idea to move into a space epic? To introduce new worlds for the future of the story? Who risked their life to bring down every last obstacle? Who gave up their classmates? Was chased down for this mad show and they care more about sponsors? How dare they place the blame on a highschooler, when I-

Wait, no, she’s not…

She runs her fingers over her temples gingerly, swaying slightly on her feet. The discussion in front of her ebbs, attention back on her, and some expressions exchanged before they agree to resume once she’s more aware. Perhaps they were too prompt in calling her here, but they had assumed she wouldn’t need long to adjust, since she knew the truth.

They didn’t realize knowing the truth was the crux of her dilemma.

---

Deleting memories when a consciousness was plugged directly into a simulation was very simple. The centers of the brain known to store them were easily targeted without physical intervention, leaving common sense and learned skills. Untethered knowledge, learned without recalling how. The amnesia effect here was valuable. Recalling this knowledge caused a disconnect, and when memories were implanted the brain would do something extraordinary. It would map a route from the presented memory to the knowledge, all on it’s own. Connecting the neural dots and repairing the damage as though it were never there, without guidance or supervision. The human mind was a brilliantly sophisticated device.

Every cast member had been selected with some semblance of knowledge or aptitude for their assigned talent, even if it was utterly average. The knowledge was filled out for each, with painstaking researchers drafting long memories of ancient tomes, infidelity cases, star charts, blueprints, masked faces, island maps and coastal vistas. They filled in as much as possible, but even if they missed something, the mind was resilient, and would work out the holes on its own.

It wasn’t the same for her however.

There was a perk to being the ringleader for the whole affair. The person in charge had to know some of the infrastructure that was keeping them there, some of the motivations. Lest the show fall apart, or even worse be boring. So the game master went into the simulation without memory deletion.

That wasn’t to say that there weren’t memories implanted. That would be too simple. They had to provide some true evidence of their talent to back up the enhancement of their skills and knowledge. Without a sturdy foundation built on confidence any additions would crumble and refuse to attach. Having worked in the costume department for a few seasons before her promotion, her suggestion of cosplayer had been approved almost instantly. Soon the research team was looking up Cosplay Masquerade winners from years past and the details of every prized piece of workmanship, photography and character acting they could find, and drafting it into a light for her as well. Tsumugi had been excited, and had even helped pick her absolute favourites to be remembered as costumes she made.

Ideally, this booster pack of memories for her talent would supplement her own enough to use to her fullest if the time came in game. Her script outline didn’t even call for her reveal, but having been behind the scenes a few seasons, she knew a lot more was up to chance than Team Danganronpa liked to let the media know. She wanted a strong backup at her disposal, should the need arise.

However, when the game began, something hadn’t been quite right. Backstory memories were implanted as planned, but the talents were yet to be placed. Already in the simulation, she couldn’t ask The Board if this was deliberate. It could be a marketing scheme to boost audition rates for the next round. But already her concern grew.

The human mind is a fascinating thing.

The others spoke of being grabbed and taken here. The dots were already connecting, firing on all cylinders, looking for solutions to lost memories that didn’t need answering. It wasn’t as though they erased everything of course, it was impossible to work with a blank slate, so the bits remaining were playing havoc with their reactions. She alone had none missing, and merely nodded along. With the arrival of the talent light, she had an inward sigh of relief. Soon it wouldn’t matter, this would overwrite any unintended connections left by this stunt.

They received the memories.

Tsumugi had never expected them to feel so real. Every costume she had lovingly picked out, from footage and articles, she could feel in her hands, as though she touched the fabric and threaded the seams. Every pose she had seen a cosplayer photographed in, she was viewing outwardly, seeing the cameramen she never even imagined existing prior, while holding her position with careful grace. Every character, be they dramatic, loud, shy, soft or brash, came to her in vivid detail. Their tales, their backstories, their struggles, their gestures and voices.

And it clashed against her memories of Danganronpa.

All these characters, all these series, they were not the ones she grew up on. They were new and relevant, often references classics, selected for memorability, for the audience. And yet now they were intimately hers. They crowded for attention, buzzing and vying for a place as her favourite.

Her true favourites, the reason for her years of work and devotion, were shoved to the very back, not forgotten, but duller. Flatter. The Ultimate Cosplayer was vibrant! Though plain outwardly her skills were undeniable! She wasn’t some drop-out made-seamstress made-scenario writer. Why would she ever want to be?

Therefore, it couldn’t be that surprising how lost in thought she was at her introductions, she spent far too long trying to remember the lines she had written to poke a reference to the show. There were a lot more than 52 killing games to think back on now. She regretted not stocking the A/V Room with more of these shows...

----

With an escort, she goes to her office to clear it out. Memorabilia lines the desk and walls, from seasons past. She looks them over passively as she is handed a box, and begins to take each thing down one by one. Every character, name, and mascot was familiar. Security waits at the door, and she wonders why. What could she possibly do here to harm them anymore than she supposedly already had? She had not been allowed online yet to confirm anything told to her, but she had resolved that when they spoke to her again she’d make it a condition before her termination. They couldn’t plainly believe she’d take their word on it when they put her… no that wasn’t right…

They didn’t put her anywhere, she put herself somewhere.

She shakes her head slowly a moment, the numbness in her hands having returned. Before she can react the snowglobe in her grasp slips out of her clumsy unfeeling fingers and shatters on the floor. Water and glitter splash the floor as tiny Monokumas skitter outwards past her feet across the room, freed from their little round prison. Security whirls around to face her at the sharp sound she doesn’t hear. She stands there staring at the base of the glass bauble, dumbfounded.

She vaguely recollects that that had been special. A collector’s item, given to her by someone perhaps? Limited edition? But she felt nothing staring down at the wet shards remaining, her arm hanging limp at her side. Whatever it was before, it was trash now.

Tsumugi is ushered out with her box half packed, with no mention of if she could come back for the rest. Part of her wants to scream to get the rest and cling to it all! It took so long to amass! Without it, what is there to prove her efforts? A larger part of her was happy for it to be out of sight.

She unceremoniously leaves the box in the corner of her recovery room. Not one of her own things is taken out to put anywhere. She likes the room bare and plain. Like her. Just like the girl she thinks she is.

---

Unlike before the game, when the research team and writers had meetings, strategy plans and long discussions, the classroom where Tsumugi stood with the Game Master interface was lonely and cold. There were no intricacies to any of the selections, they were mere branching paths. Sure, she recalled some of the writing details for each from before the season launch, especially the ones she had chosen as her outlined route, but how simply the screen stated them to her was troubling.

The talent had been supposed to be this simple too, but it had depth she hadn’t expected. The selection hovered over the Ultimate Hunt and the mass funeral choices, the ones her writing team had OK’d. She wondered what depth she’d feel seeing fake people mourn her. Would they seem fake?

She pressed the button and waited for the light to pop out of the locker, adjusting her glasses idly and looking out the dark wire barred windows. She thought about her ‘classmates’, who had nothing in their heads remaining to help them deny these. It really was a perfect system. For them.

There was a thud in the locker. Tsumugi returned to her task, like so many all nights she’d pulled before, both real and fictional. She walked over to retrieve it, carefully tucking it into the interior pocket on her coat. Once it was placed that was their plot, no rewrites, no erasing anything. Living the story was a lot more nerve wracking than writing it.

---

Tsumugi knows her way around the building without help, but that doesn’t stop security from falling into step and walking with her whenever she leaves her room. She supposes it’s not to help her, anyways, so it’s not an issue. There’s no regimented schedule for her during recovery, though doctors have visited her room a few times and there was one impromptu check-up with an actual CT scan.

She tells them all she feels fine. Everything is fine. She’s readjusting just fine, thank you for asking. No, no abnormalities. No numbness. No confusion. She does admit to being very tired. That one is a safe answer, it usually makes them leave faster so she can rest. They aren’t very good doctors, she thinks. She wonders if they are just as poorly attentive to the other patients’ issues and lies.

Without a schedule, Tsumugi avoids the cafeteria at what she guesses would be the busier times, but even doing so she has caught glimpses of her cast.

A girl sitting with an untouched meal laid out before her. Her hands clasped in front of her in her lap, eyes hidden behind loose grey hair.

A tall silent boy gazing out one of the few windows into the courtyard. He traces his no longer ringed fingers along the surface.

A coughing bout in the hallway followed by the rush of feet and a familiar loud voice shouting them off.

Echoes of their more vibrant selves, haunting the halls.

She walks into the cafeteria and stops. There are voices but she’s already through the door before she realizes it, eyes darting to the table to the right of the door. Sitting there in what sounded like a disagreement were Shuichi and Maki, with Himiko sitting idly beside the latter cheek resting on the heel of her hand while gazing at the door. The other two don’t notice her but the small redhead locks eyes with her instantly. Her posture stiffens as her eyes widen. The two girls stare at each other for a moment, the conversation a buzz in the background as the air thickens. Shuichi, who’s back is to the door must have noticed because he stops mid-sentence and glances over his shoulder. He freezes.

It’s Maki who stands, nudging Himiko behind her, taking on that intimidating stance. She’s glaring daggers across the room at her, and Tsumugi backs up involuntarily, right into the security guard who was following her into the room. Clumsily, she stumbles forwards to step out of his way and adjusts her glasses, the other three’s eyes still locked on her. Not wanting to leave, but unsure of what to do with herself, Tsumugi steps forwards to the adjacent table and quietly takes a seat.

The eyes on her and the silence are wrong. She’s not someone who gets stared at, at least not when she’s not trying to… this isn’t what she should… what should she…

A placid smile spreads on her face and she nods her head to them. “Good morning, Harukawa-san, Yumeno-san, Saihara-kun.” Her eyes squint almost closed in the forced smile, her cheeks pushing upwards under her glasses that help mask the dark bags. Practiced. Placating. A face both of her make. Painful.

“What do you want?”

Himiko isn’t who anyone expects to talk clearly, Shuichi turning to look at her. Maki squares her shoulders, trying to seem bigger. But the smallest of them narrows her eyes and waits.

“Nothing in particular, really,” Tsumugi drawls, folding her hands in her lap. Out of sight as they clench and fidget.

“Oh sure, your goons won’t give us a moment alone, but you don’t want anything. Like we’d believe that,” Maki says before Himiko can continue, venom in every word. Himiko’s mouth hangs open in the interruption, closing again with a pout.

“My goons,” Tsumugi repeats, noting the pointed look at the security detail that followed her in. “Fortunately, they should have provided you all with your contracts by now, and you can see your rights there. Please do use them to your benefit.”

“Oh right. The contracts we don’t even remember signing,” Himiko mutters.

“That is outlined in them as well.”

“This lack of contact with the outside was not, though,” Shuichi cuts in. The sureness there is from someone who clearly read the contract over more than once. Someone looking for loopholes. The memories he received must still be working overtime. She wonders if he’s as glad to have them as he was when he was when the process was explained? Probably not.

“That’s not my area, I’m afraid the simulation and preparations were my purview, Saihara-kun. Feel free to exert your rights in your contract, though. The company has to uphold it.” The strained smile slides into a more natural one as she continues to speak. It’s easier when it’s not about her.

Shuichi raises a brow. Perhaps he had expected resistance? “So they’re breaking their agreement then, holding us here?” he continues, as if to clarify.

“If that’s what the contract promises, then I suppose that’s the case,” Tsumugi answers. They should feel fortunate they got the opportunity to sign those at all, she thinks. Her hands clench tighter. They are fortunate they don’t remember.

“Like we trust you to keep promises,” Maki spat.

“You don’t have to,” she tuts, “Just use the contract, it’s your tool.”

Maki moves so quickly that thankfully Tsumugi doesn’t have the time to flinch. Himiko grabs her by the crook of the elbow before she’s rounded the table towards her.

“Stop it, let’s just talk somewhere else.”

Himiko stands, and moments later Shuichi follows suit. Maki’s expression doesn’t show any agreement, but she leaves with them nonetheless, glaring back over her shoulder on the way out. The security officers never stray from their posts. As soon as she’s sure they’re gone, Tsumugi lets out a held breath. A few moments pass, and she finally goes to get her meal.

She hopes that they really heard her. Their contracts are so much more flexible than her own. They hadn’t bequeath their identities, their citizenships, they weren’t intellectual property of the company no matter how some of the creative team liked to spin it.Their participation was a limited matter, and she was sure her classmates could argue their way through with that fine print at their disposal. She knew that much. She’d seen them face harder things than legal jargon together of course!

...Her classmates? No. Her cast. Her co-stars. A grimace grows on her face as she returns to sit. They never once had a class together, and the game could hardly be called one… not now. Not with her. Together they could bond in their ignorance. Her contract wasn’t flexible. Her consent was different than theirs. She wasn’t new, or at least not all new.

And she couldn’t leave until they decided the best way for them to kick her out. She takes a bite of her food thoughtfully.

If they can kick me out.

#ndrv3 spoilers #ndrv3 #tsumugi shirogane #shirogane tsumugi #team danganronpa #fic #my writing #danganronpa v3 #vr au #postgame #shuichi saihara #maki harukawa #himiko yumeno #my mugi #dissociation #memory #Some of you may remember the preview I posted for this one

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alitaimagines · 4 years

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“isn’t it lovely? all alone. heart made of glass, my mind of stone. tear me pieces, skin and bones, hello, welcome home.”

tamaki amajiki ☆ MY HERO ACADEMIA

“hey Ami!” you screamed to your classmate, “have you seen Amajiki at all? he forgot his uniform jacket in my dorm last night and I don’t want him to get in trouble for not having it on.”

she remained silent before snapping her fingers, “I think the hero department third years have that simulation training today! they’re not even going to be in the classroom,” Ami explained as you nodded, “right, I forgot that was today. well, I guess I have no reason not to wear it,” you joked before slipping on your boyfriends jacket.

you were in your second year at U.A. and being that Tamaki was a year older than you, you weren’t really informed on what your upperclassman had on their schedules.

Tamaki and you had met at Fatgum’s agency on his second year internship and your first. you attended U.A. for their business department and managed to get interned with Fatgum’s business partner.

how the two of you got together was still a question for many people, including Mirio, Fatgum, and Nejire.

they all knew that the two of you met at the agency but neither three of them ever figured out who asked who and when it actually happened. all they knew is that one day, you were holding and swinging Tamaki’s hand down the hall as he had a blush written all over his face.

“do you know how long that was going to take? I know Amajiki was pretty nervous for it,” you told Ami as the two of you went to grab a quick breakfast snack, “he was over my dorm almost having a nervous break down last night,” you said a bit sadly.

she shook her head no, “no, I don’t. I know those simulations they give are pretty rough and it’s not like it’s even an assigned simulation, they just give them random events,” she explained.

you sighed knowing your very nervous boyfriend was probably panicking in the simulation room. like Ami had said, you did hear that those simulation events they gave the third years were pretty rough on the soon to be pro-heroes but being that you weren’t even in the hero department, you would never know how those would go.

“I just hope they don’t give Amajiki something that’ll trigger his panic attacks,” you admitted, “he doesn’t deserve to go through that today,” you mentioned as Ami rubbed your back, “I’m sure he’ll be okay, don’t stress about it,” she consoled you as you tried to keep your head off of what Tamaki was doing.

what you had hoped for was not what you got granted.

as the third years arrived to the simulation room, they were immediately situated in their seats to start their simulation training. Tamaki was thankfully in between Nejire and Mirio for the training but anyone could tell that he was ready to shove himself in a corner for the next six hours.

“it’ll be fine, don’t worry!” Nejire told Tamaki in an enthusiastic tone, “I’m pretty sure all the rumors surrounding these stupid simulation training are just word of mouth and they’re not as bad as we think they are,” Mirio added on.

you had texted both Nejire and Mirio to watch out for Tamaki. they knew that he was nervous but it was a rarity when you texted them. it wasn’t that they didn’t like you but because Tamaki was a bit nervous to bring you around them and you weren’t even in their year, the three of you hardly interacted.

they put the VR style glasses on as they heard the countdown from the proctor. as soon as they heard the system let out a robotic ‘go’, the simulation had started.

Tamaki was instantly brought into what seemed like a regular day of patrol with Fatgum and Red Riot. he could feel himself instantly sighing in relief as the three of them were walking around, patrolling the street.

they were around the Fatgum agency when they felt a rumble on the ground. after the rumble, a loud scream teared through the air as a villain was running towards civilians and killing them instantly.

“Red Riot, get the back, Sun Eater, you have the front,” Fatgum immediately instructed before running towards the side of the building that the villain was aiming for, “remember the protocols!” he reminded them before leaving them to do their job.

Tamaki instantly ran the front of the building and released his quirk to start helping civilians get to safety. when he started putting a few civilians in a safe and closed off area, his brain snapped.

you were in that building.

Tamaki tried to run inside of the building but as soon as he tried to find you, the villain had snatched up a few employee’s and held them in his hand.

you were struggled under the weight of the villains hand when Tamaki heard your loud scream. while any other time he would’ve been a little nervous to try and save those who were being held hostage, his GIRLFRIEND was in danger and he couldn’t even fathom the thought of something happening to you.

“RED RIOT!” you screamed to the red haired boy as Kirishima’s eyes widened realizing it was you, “TAMAKI, PLEASE!” you yelled through sobs and hiccups.

Kirishima tried to get to you when they heard the villain let out a violent scream and smack those who he was holding against a building before punching the building down to a dusty mess.

Tamaki felt himself stand still as he heard the first responders started close in on the scene. as he heard Fatgum tell him to go check on those who were thrown against the building, the villain grabbed them and threw them up against another building before making it collapse.

“Tamaki, please,” you whispered as you tried to catch anyone’s attention and not fully realizing that you were using your pro hero boyfriends real name, “oh god,” you exasperated as you felt your eyes start to become heavy.

you wondered how you were still alive but you gained a small bit of energy when you saw Tamaki approaching you with tears in his eyes. your eyes were half open as you started to accept your fate.

you were going to die.

“Tamaki, win this for me,” you whispered as he grabbed your hand, “don’t,” he said as he watched your eyes close and your head start to dangle, “DON’T DIE ON ME! NOT NOW!” he screamed making your body jump slightly.

hearing Tamaki scream was a rarity as you tightened your grip as much as you could, “stop,” you whispered, “this isn’t the end for us. I promise I’ll see you one day,” with that your head fell to the side as your body started to slump to the same side.

Tamaki let out a piercing yell as he grabbed you and cradled you like an infant. tears were streaming down his face as he stared at the collapsed building in horror.

after the civilians were safe, the hostages that managed to stay alive were taken to the paramedics, and the villain was taken down, Kirishima and Fatgum made their way to the blue haired boy.

“oh my God,” Kirishima mumbled as he saw Tamaki holding your body, clearly realizing that you were dead, “Tamaki,” Fatgum said as he tried to grab your body to take to the paramedic team, “you need to let her go,” he whispered.

as soon as Tamaki heard those words being mumbled, he whipped his head to his mentor, “NO!” he screamed making both of them jump back and making Tamaki hold you even closer.

Fatgum sighed as before calling the paramedics over to them, “if you don’t want to let her go, you don’t have too but she needs to seek assistance,” Fatgum stated before Tamaki heard a ringing going off in his ears.

all the third years took off their headsets as Tamaki remained with his on.

“Amajiki! you can take it off now!” he heard Nejire say as Mirio whipped the headset off, “Tamaki?” he asked a bit panicked.

not even realizing, Tamaki was looking at the whiteboard with tears streaming down his face. Mirio’s and Nejire’s eyes widened as they noticed their best friend crying.

“hey, hey! what happened?” Mirio asked as all the students started to leave the simulation room, “Amajiki, it’s okay! none of it was real,” Nejire tried to rationalize, “it was all a simulation.”

Tamaki finally looked at the two of them, “I watched ( your name ) die,” he mumbled, “she got murdered by a villain and I couldn’t save her. she died in my arms,” he continued before looking back at the blank white wall.

Nejire whipped her phone out and texted to see if you were still in class or not. Mirio on the other hand tried to get Tamaki to relax and bring him down from his panic attack.

“she’s in the common area,” Nejire whispered to Mirio, “hey Amajiki, ( your name ) is in her residency's common room, want to go see her?” Mirio asked cautiously as he watched Tamaki get up from his seat.

“hey ( your name )! it’s Nejire! where are you right now? Tamaki wants to see you. it’s kind of important!”

“I’m in my residency building, you guys can head over here if you’d like! why, did something happen to him?”

the top three students walked slowly to your residency building as Tamaki tried to calm himself down before seeing you. he knew how much you worried over him and he didn’t want to see you so terrified over him, especially not now.

after they got scanned into the residency building, they saw you at one of the tables with your laptop open and singing along to the music you had blasting into your headphones.

you noticed Tamaki walking inside with a blank look on his face. you immediately whipped off your headphones and walked towards your upperclassmen.

“hey, how did the simulation training go?” you asked Mirio as they gave you a saddened look, “ours went fine however I don’t think it’s our place to say anything about Amajiki’s,” Mirio explained as Tamaki put his head in between the crook of your shoulder and neck.

you whispered a thank you to Nejire and Mirio as they gave you a smile before leaving. you grabbed your laptop and ushered Tamaki towards the elevators before heading up to the level where your room was at.

once you and Tamaki got inside, you shut the door and Tamaki immediately wrapped his arms around you as he started sobbing onto your shoulder. you stared to panic as you tried to get Tamaki to breath.

“hey, Amajiki, what’s wrong, what happened?” you asked as you grabbed Tamaki by the face and held him in your hands, “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me,” you said.

he hiccuped before trying to look at you, “my simulation was trying to save civilians from a villain but the building he attacked was Fatgum’s agency. I watched you die in my arms,” he vaguely explained as he tried to refrain from full details.

your eyes widened as you held him for a tight embrace. the two of you stayed that way for what felt like hours as Tamaki tried to calm himself down once more. once Tamaki fully came around and stopped crying, you held his face in your hands again as you tried to wipe away the last few tears.

“Amajiki, I’m right here. I’m alive. I’m not going anywhere,” you told him as he nodded, “that’s never going to happen and you’re going to make sure that it doesn’t happen. you, Fatgum, and Kirishima are not going to let me or anyone die. I’ll be by your side for as long as you want me to be.”

Tamaki nodded but didn’t say anything. you gave him a passionate kiss and ran your fingers through his hair, just the way he liked it.

“do you want me to walk you back to your dorm so you can have a few moments to yourself?” you asked as Tamaki shook his head no very quickly, “c-can I stay h-here for a w-while to cuddle?” he murmured as you nodded.

this had been the first time you heard him stutter as he spoke.

Tamaki liked to be the big spoon between the two of you but this time you shoved everything that was on your bed onto the floor before laying him down on your chest and running your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep.

as soon as you realized that he passed out, you gave the top of his head a kiss before laying him down on your bed and covering him with a blanket. your room tended to be a bit cold sometimes.

“I’m not going anywhere Amajiki, I promise,” you whispered into his ear, “I love you way too much and I know you’d do anything to keep me safe.”

you got up and dusted off your skirt before giving your boyfriend one last look. you knew he would napping for a few hours so you figured you’d make his favorite food during the time he was asleep.

Tamaki loved your cooking and you knew that with the way he was feeling, your food could be a bit of a pick me up for when he got up.

ALITA

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pandoraborn · 4 years

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If you feel like doing a prompt, Evil/Morally grey Marvin using an enchanted VR headset to hypnotize on of the egos?

So much for playing VR today. The headset looks completely broken, and Jackie swears he can see several dings along the outside. Either Chase got too violent with this one, or Henrik treated it with very little care in picking it up and putting it away. Jackie could take it to the shop to be repaired, but he’s sure they have a second headset around somewhere.

Thankfully, Marvin seems to be able to read his mind already, because he’s entering the living room, holding a VR headset of his own. It’s purple and black, with what looks like cat ears glued to the top of it.

“Heard you needed a headset,” Marvin says with a grin. “You can borrow mine.”

“I didn’t know you liked cats,” Jackie says idly as he takes it, turning it over. It’s pristine, as if brand new. “I didn’t know you were hoarding one of your own, we could always use a spare.”

“I just ordered a custom one,” Marvin points out. “It came in yesterday while the rest of you were out. You like it?” He points a finger toward the cat ears. “Also, this is a nod toward Odhran. He requested it.”

“That damn cat, I swear.” Jackie chuckles as he places it on his head, booting up the game of choice. “You going to stick around?”

“Sure, I have nothing better to do.” Marvin moves over to sit on the couch, staring directly at Jackie’s back. He can wait.

Jackie focuses on the game, getting lost in it. He can feel Marvin staring, but with VR, it’s easy to get lost and immersed in the game. He wonders how long Marvin will be sitting there, but within minutes, even that fades away into the back of his mind.

The headset feels nice. Much more comfortable than normal, almost soft. That’s easy enough to ignore on its own, but there’s something else. The game has a faint purple hue to it, as if there’s a film over the glass, and it’s proving to be a little distracting. He turns every which way, as if trying to escape the hue, to go back to something less dark, but the longer Jackie plays, the more the hue seems to shift and change, almost in a pattern.

Instead of focusing on Minecraft, Jackie is now staring at the purple. It looks like it’s dancing. He can see shades of the normal view just beyond the purple, but he’s not paying attention to that anymore. He’s distracted by the shifting colors that seem to follow him even as he turns his head. His arms lower to the sides slowly, no longer interested in playing VR.

“Uh, Marv?”

“Hmm?”

“Why is...” The words die on his lips before he can finish his question. The purple is deepening, taking on a more solid color instead of just a color to change the picture he sees. It’s still shifting, moving, dancing before his vision.

Spiraling.

“Are you okay, Jackie?”

Jackie doesn’t respond. Dimly, he’s aware of the controls slipping from his hands, but that’s not important, the carpet won’t break them. He’s too distracted by the patterns he sees, taking up his entire vision.

It’s beautiful.

“You see it, don’t you Jackie?” Marvin’s voice is quiet, almost a whisper. Instead of coming from behind him, Jackie swears he’s whispering directly into his ears. “You see the magic before you, pulling at you, taking you in. It’s all you can see, all you can think about. It’s so nice to stare and relax, isn’t it?”

“...yes.”

“You just want to keep staring, don’t you? Staring and letting yourself fall. Sinking. Tell me, Jackie. What pattern do you see?”

“...a spiral.” Jackie feels a hand massaging the back of his neck, fingernails scraping skin in a soothing rhythm that almost seems to beat along with the shades of purple dancing across his vision. It’s too easy to lean back into that touch.

“Very good, Jackie. You’re so good, letting yourself fall into the spiral. It makes you want to sit down, doesn’t it? It must be exhausting, standing upright. Come, sit with me.”

If not for the hand tugging him backwards, Jackie would collapse on the ground right then and there. He feels himself tripping on his own feet, but instead of falling to the floor, he’s being held, lowered onto the couch, where he immediately goes slack. There’s an arm being placed around his shoulders, followed by the feeling of a warm body pressing into him.

“There you go, see? Isn’t this so much better, to just sit and let yourself go? None of this ‘standing’ business, you can relax.”

“Mmhmm.” Jackie’s eyes lazily flick back and forth as he still watches the purple colors dancing around. The house he’d been trying to build is completely forgotten about. In fact, the in-game sounds only add to the relaxing sensation he feels. Rain, mostly. Rain’s always been soothing.

“I’ll tell you what I want, Jackie.” Marvin’s continuing, and Jackie’s barely listening. “I want control, dominance. I know you too well, you’d be forced to fight me if I started now. You would have an obligation to try and stop me. But we’re friends, we’re closer than close. It would break your heart to fight me, wouldn’t it?”

“...yes.” Wait, what is Marvin saying? He sounds so sad, Jackie doesn’t want him to be sad!

“The question I have now is whether or not I want to keep you on my side or just...influence you toward the right choice. You’re malleable, so easy to subdue. I also know how tired you are most days, it’d be so easy to drag you right back down to this state, knowing how much you enjoy it. Tell me you enjoy it.

“...I enjoy it.” Of course he does. Marvin knows him so well. He has to know that Jackie is rocking in a hammock of purple hues, feeling so completely at peace. What’s not to enjoy about this? Why can’t he stay like this?

“You could.” Marvin chuckles as he adjusts Jackie. “You can always stay like this if you wish it so. Like this, you’d be my perfect puppet. My best friend, always.”

“...please...” Jackie whispers. “...please let me...”

“You can. If you take the headset off, you’ll be okay. Just take the headset off and look at me, Jackie. It’ll be okay, I promise.

Jackie almost doesn’t want to. The reality, beneath his sluggish mind is the reality of confronting Marvin about what he’s said, or even waking up from this trance-like state. He’s too peaceful. But-

He does as Marvin asks. The promise of safety outweighs everything else, so he sits up and tugs the headset off his face, turning to look at Marvin.

Marvin’s eyes hold that same shade of purple, also dancing, spiraling, spinning out of control. Jackie’s jaw drops as he stares into Marvin’s eyes. No, falling, spiraling just as fast until he can’t th-

“There you go, Jackie.” Marvin reaches out to stroke his hair, pushing Jackie against the couch. “Just like I promised. You’re my perfect puppet, and the perfect tool to help me take the power I desire. No one will get hurt, but you’ll never be the same, I expect.”

He pats Jackie’s cheek, enjoying that vacant stare. “Sweet dreams, friend. We have work to do.”

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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BTS Reaction || Your Child Interrupts Filming [Request]

A/N: I know Namjoon’s isn’t really a Run episode but I just had to include it

Seokjin:

You told Jin you weren't sure bringing your son along to filming would be a good idea but so far everything had been fine. He was sleeping across some chairs while his dad and his six uncles were chasing each other around a giant toy factory, carrying pig balloons and trying to hide away from Hoseok. It was a pretty chill day, every now and then you would catch glimpses of the guys as they ran past you to find a hiding spot but your son was starting to wake up now and you knew it was going to be hard to keep him away from his uncles since they were all acting like children themselves.

"What's daddy doing?" He asked as you sat him down on your lap, Jin running past you and your son, giving him a small wave before turning into a sprint and hiding down a hallway,

"He's playing hide and seek with uncle Hoseok." You told him, but he tried getting off your lap.

"I'll help daddy hide." You managed to catch him before he chased after his dad and you sat him back on your lap, not wanting to get in any trouble with producers or cameramen.

"No, we have to stay here and be good." He nodded and one of the makeup artists came over, holding up some building blocks for him to play with but he was more interested in watching Namjoon and Jungkook screaming as they ran away.

(X)

Jin was hiding behind a child's castle when your son saw him again before you even knew what was happening your son slipped from your grasp and ran out to his dad, hugging him and wrapping his arms around his leg, Jin chuckled and held onto his son looking up when he heard Hoseok coming.

"We have to hide from Uncle Hobi, come on." He bent down and picked up his son, running away from the main area and toward Taehyung who was laughing so hard at Jin and your kid.

"This is cheating!" Hoseok screamed as he caught up to them, Jin knew he wouldn't come after him if he was holding his kid.

"If you get mini Jinnie I get Y/n!" He yelled coming off the set and walking over to you but you were already moving away from him, going to hide behind cameramen so he couldn't get you.

"I made you breakfast this morning, don't touch me." You cried out, making a run for Jin and your son who was laughing at you.

"Hoseok!" You screamed as he caught up to you and picked you up from behind, Jin stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"Drop my wife and I'll bring you Jungkook," Jin promised, gaining the attention from Hoseok who was still holding you off the floor in a backwards hug.

"He'll do it, you know he will." You told Hoseok who gently put you down on the ground and stared at Jin, who in return nodded to you and you made a run for it, in the direction of the main cameras and leaving everyone behind.

"CHEATERS!" Hoseok screamed as soon as you were off the set and he couldn't come for you anymore, you bent over a chair trying to catch your breath and you heard the cameramen laughing and talking about how they should have been filming with everyone's kids for a while now and it would make for an interesting episode.

Yoongi:

Yoongi had invited you to bring your five-year-old daughter along to the filming of a run episode because Jin and his wife were going to be there, along with their kids so he thought it would be nice for you to hang around with another mum for a while and your daughter to make a friend. But what neither of you had counted on was both of your daughters wanting to join in on the fun, especially when their dad brought the guns out and were chasing each other around on giant bouncy castle.

"Come on, dad needs to finish filming. We can play afterwards." You told your daughter as she watched her dad running past her and onto the bouncy castle, laying down and sending her a quick wave.

"Daddy careful!" She yelled as he went to check where Jungkook was standing, the camera crew laughed and you giggled, sitting her down on your lap as she continued to watch her dad. Yoongi was busy laughing along with you to notice that Jungkook had gotten to close and start shooting him, ''killing'' him instantly. Deciding now would be the best time to be dramatic he screamed out and rolled off the bouncy castle and onto the floor, pretending to die there.

"DADDY!" Your daughter squealed running out after him, Jin's daughter running after Jin as soon as she saw your daughter on the run.

"Yoongi!" You cried out trying to get him to catch her but he was sticking to his role of dying soldier, holding his hand across his chest and grunting loudly.

"Daddy, no!" Your daughter screamed hitting him on the chest and looking around, Jungkook was laughing so hard he was now kneeling on the floor and the rest of the boys were too busy playing to have noticed, you were about to reach your daughter when she took the gun from Yoongi and began shooting Jungkook, who then died on the floor next to Yoongi.

"Don't mess with daddy." She pouted dropping the gun onto Yoongi's chest and storming away back to you, you were too busy laughing at her to punish her and it didn't seem like the cameramen were bothered by it either, all of them laughing at Jungkook and Yoongi who was staring at you and your daughter after she'd killed Jungkook and walked away.

Hoseok:

The producers had asked you to come along, secretly, to the shooting of Run with BTS, they'd told you not to tell Hoseok you were going but to bring your son along. You'd spent the whole evening watching from behind screens as your husband, the father of your child, screamed while running away from zombies with his friends. You knew they were scardey cats but you figured they'd be able to make it through easily.

"This isn't fair." Your son said as he jumped, hiding his head in your chest as he heard screaming again. He was supposed to be sleeping throughout the entire thing but Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin and Jin were being so loud that he'd woken up to see what was going on.

"Dad is going to get eaten by a zombie." He groaned as he looked at the screen, he was old enough to know real from fake but it still didn't stop his overactive imagination and you knew it was going to be bad news later tonight when you had to put him to bed.

(X)

"I have to save Dad from the zombies." He said to you as he tried to wiggle from your lap, but you weren't about to let him go away easily. You would get in trouble if you let him run onto the set while they were filming.

"No baby, he's fine. It's not real remember, we talked about it." But he'd jumped off your lap and was running after his dad who was now playing tag with the zombies to earn more tickets.

"DAD!" He screamed as he saw a zombie chasing him, Hoseok stopped in his tracks and searched around for the source of the voice, seeing your son he grabbed him, picking him up sideways and sprinting away from a zombie with him under his arm.

"Wait when did-" Namjoon couldn't finish his question because Hoseok had already run past him and Namjoon was tagged.

You came out once the game was over and took your son from Hoseok who was laughing along with the boys.

"You only got more because the zombies wouldn't come near you." Jimin pouted looking over at your son who was now holding onto your leg as they filmed the outro.

"Don't be jealous Jimin." You called out, making him blush and shy away from the cameras, you giggled and bent down to comfort your son who was looking at all of the zombies.

"Told you they aren't scary." And he nodded, looking up at one of them who was smiling at him.

Namjoon:

You were sitting in the front row watching your husband, Namjoon, and his band members all play hide and seek with James Corden and Ashton Kutcher and you couldn't stop yourself from laughing. Namjoon had managed to get you and your daughter front row seats and now you were watching him be a big child.

"We have to be quiet now baby," You told her as the music quietened down and James started the hunt for the boys. Ashton walked past you, giving you a small wave since you had been introduced before the show started. He found Jimin instantly and picked him up, carrying him over to his seat and then going to look for another member. James came back with Tae and you couldn't stop yourself from laughing as Tae started blushing a bright red colour and Ashton kept hunting for the other boys.

(X)

After Jin was brought in and everyone was screaming in laughter you lost the grip on your daughter who rushed over to Ashton, they'd bonded earlier behind the scenes when he gave her a cupcake and she pulled him down to her ear level, you shook your head at her wanting her to come away but the cameramen were loving it up,

"Uncle Kookie is over there." She whispered pointing at the cameraman closest to you, Ashton frowned looking closer and slowly made his way over to Jungkook and got him, making everyone laugh and James ended the show. Jungkook came over to you and Namjoon, holding your daughter in his arms.

"I guess snitching runs in the family huh Hyung." He joked putting your daughter on your leg and messing her hair up

Jimin:

Your son had been watching his dad, Jimin and his uncles play video games all day and he wanted to join in on the fun. So when his Uncle Jin came to him and asked if he wanted to play he was more than happy about it.

"But it's a secret, we can't tell anyone except mummy." You nodded along with Jin and he brought you over to the VR room that they were all playing in, sitting you down by the door as Jimin stood with the VR headset on and got ready for his game. Jin nodded at you and you kept hold of your son, whispering the plan to him while the rest of the boys made loud noises so Jin wouldn't hear you talking.

"Are you ready!?" Namjoon yelled over at Jimin who nodded and the game started, bringing up on the screen so you knew when to send your son out to scare Jimin. Jin and Yoongi smirked at you as they watched you giggling, as soon as Jimin was right next to the virtual cake you tapped your son on the back and he slowly made his way over to his dad, acting like a spy. He'd seen way too many movies is what you thought when you saw this, you smiled as he turned to look at you and smiled.

"Do it." You whispered and he pushed his dad's leg, knocking Jimin over a little and making him scream as he felt like he was actually falling in the game and in real life, he ripped the headset off his face and grabbed your son, picking him up and spinning him around in the air.

"Who did it? Who told you to do it?!" He questioned putting him down onto the floor and laughing as he rushed over to you and hid behind your arms.

"Tell me or no ice cream tonight." Jimin threatened and your son came out from hiding.

"Uncle Jin!"

Taehyung:

It was no surprise that, much like his father, your son loved to sleep cuddling up to someone. He would always fall asleep clutching the stuffed rabbit that you'd gotten him when he was a baby and when he could he would fall asleep holding onto you or Tae, unless he was with his uncles he would fall asleep holding onto them.

"Is filming over?" You whispered as you came onto the set looking around only to see each member asleep on giant inflatable bags, you looked at the cameramen and a stage manager came over and told you what was happening. That the boys were asleep for the next fifteen minutes and then they would have to remember the lyrics to a nursery rhyme.

"That's fine, we'll wait over there." You whispered to her, trying to take your son over to some seats but he saw his dad and was trying to make his way over to him.

"No baby, he's sleeping we have to stay over here." But it was no use, he slipped out of your grasp and ran over to his dad, wasting no time taking off his shoes and climbing onto the inflatable bed next to his dad, who in return wasted no time in pulling his son into his grasp and falling back to sleep. You smiled at the sight of them and then looked at the cameramen who were all staring at you.

"It's cute, it'll make the segment cuter." The producer told them and you relaxed a little, wanting nothing more than to go over there and cuddle your husband as well, but you knew that wouldn't be allowed so you stayed behind and waited for them both to wake up in fifteen minutes

Jungkook:

Jungkook had brought you and your daughter along to the filming of a run episode because it was an overnight one and he didn't want to be away from you and his daughter for so long, so you were all staying in one big house together so they could finish filming. All that was left to do was a guess the song, the losers would make everyone in the house, including crew, breakfast. Something you were looking forward to because since being married to Jungkook and having your daughter, no one except you made breakfast anymore.

"Goodnight baby, Dad will be back in the morning." He said to your daughter, kissing her on the head and moving over to you, you smiled up at him and he kissed your lips.

"I'll see you in the morning as well." You nodded and he waddled out of the bedroom, turning off the light on his way out.

(X)

You stood on the balcony the next morning watching as each member came from the house, first was Yoongi who looked really tied, then Namjoon came out in shorts and sunglasses which made you giggle, waking up your daughter who wanted to watch from the balcony. You both sat down on the floor and watched through the glass to see if anyone would get the song right the first time.

You watched as Namjoon skipped back into the house happily and you thanked whoever it was watching over you all that he wasn't the one to cook that morning.

"Go! Fighting!" You looked down over the bar and Jungkook was being thrown out of the door by Taehyung who was laughing at the younger member.

"It's so bright." He groaned holding his hand over his eyes, you giggled continuing to watch when the door to the balcony opened and Taehyung walked out.

"They're doing so well." You said sarcastically, watching as your daughter crawled back onto her bed, Taehyung stood with you and continued to watch.

"It's boy in luv." The director said to Jungkook who was staring into space, you were about to start laughing when you heard your daughter giggling and running towards her dad.

"Oh god!" You yelled watching as she sprinted out from Namjoon's grasp and straight onto Jungkook's back, whispering the lyrics to him and making him laugh.

"Disqualified." The director laughed making Jungkook one of the cooks for the morning and the next one to be decided between Hoseok and Jimin who was too busy laughing to hear the hint from the director.

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timbertumbr · 3 years

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Boneafide Gamer (A Reverse Harem Fic)

Chapter 1, Signing In

Quotev Link

Welp- Guess who’s joining the skeleton train?!

Note: When it's in your perspective, it's more than likely going to use the boys Usernames instead of their Nicknames since they legit just met so… here's a list of the usernames I've come up with-

Blue (Underswap Sans): Magnificent Blueberry

Stretch (Underswap Papyrus): Carrot

I'll add more as the boys are introduced. (Also for the horror bros I'm using ratsoh-writes nicknames.)

Finally, after a year of waiting, you have it! Basic MMORPG VR edition! You squeal before thanking the delivery person and closing the door.

You tear open the packaging as you enter the room, open the case and put the disc into your computer. You gently place the case onto the desk before setting up your V.R set. The game boots up as you put on the VR goggles and you begin the intro.

"Welcome to Basic MMORPG VR edition. A world that was heavily inspired by Sword Art Online, but our game is much better in so many ways! Would you like a list?" Snorting, you select yes.

"You do not have to fight any creatures in this game.

There are many skill sets to choose from like cooking, fishing, farming, bounty hunting and many many more!

A world that gets updated throughout the seasons.

Create, craft, or find many items the world or players around you provide.

You are not strictly assigned to a specific class, want to be a mage that wields a sword? You can BE a mage that wields a sword!

There are-" Holy crap, this list is long… you'd review it later, you wanted to get to the good stuff! Gameplay!

You enter the character customization screen and make your persona. Then came the most difficult part of making a character, giving it a name!

You tapped your foot as you thought of what to name them… do you want something funny? Something normal? Or something stupid? Man, this is hard…

You go for the grandest name of all "fart." You snicker as you accept the name, knowing you could change it whenever.

Hitting "confirm," you wait as the game loads on a public server. And when it loads in, there aren't a lot of people on… Wasn't there a lot of hype for this game?

You shrugged and went to the infamous Quest Master to receive your class, first weapon, and first quest.

After all was said and done, you were "fart," jack of all trades (because you couldn't choose just ONE of all these cool classes!) And off you went to the fields to complete your first quest, kill/befriend/collect 5 slimes.

Holding your multiweapon tight, (Again, you were VERY indecisive and basically created a multitool for weapons.) You venture into the fields to see a lot of slime and very few people.

Legit, there were only two people here. Skeletons, one named "Magnificent Blueberry" and the other named "Carrot." Very fitting considering their choice of armor/robes.

Intrigued, you decide to focus on your quest conveniently close to the skeletons, waiting for the chance to jump in their conversation and make friends! Haha! Genius!

While you slashed more than the acquired amount of slimes with your sword, the short skeleton was reading all the features this game held while the tall one was trying to figure out the controls.

"OH WOW! PAPY, DID YOU KNOW YOU COULD MAKE FRIENDS WITH THE CREATURES?!" Blueberry exclaimed using voice chat, turning to his struggling younger brother.

"Really? I think we both know who'd like that," Stretch says amused, Blueberry huffing before helping Stretch with the controls.

"INDEED! OKA WOULD LOVE TO MAKE A SLIME FARM! (THE TRIGGER IS TO ACTIVATE STUFF LIKE GRABBING AND DROPPING ITEMS) AND I THINK EDGE WOULD BE MORE THAT HAPPY TO HAVE A CAT 'ARMY,'" Blueberry exclaims, happy that there's so much to do in this game! (Even if it is a waste of time according to Edge.)

Stretch nods, finally getting used to the controls and thanking Blueberry, who enthusiastically welcomes him.

"What other features are there?" Stretch asks curiously, peering at the cybernetic screen on Blue's arm.

"OH LOT'S! THERE'S HUNDREDS OF FEATURES IN THIS!" Blue exclaims before scanning the list to look for one Stretch may like.

"Oh wow," Stretch comments amazed, he knew there was a lot but HUNDREDS?! It's every gamer's dream! (Red may enjoy that.)

"LIKE THIS ONE! IF YOU HOVER OVER A PLAYER, YOU CAN ADD THEM TO A PARTY! LET'S DO IT!" Stretch shrugs.

"Sure, why not?" With stars in his sockets, he hovers his disembodied hand over Stretch and adds him to a party which Stretch accepted the request for. Blue then renames the party to "THE AMAZING DUO!" Stretch raises a bone brow with an amused smile.

"Really?"

"REALLY! OH LOOK, A POTENTIAL FRIEND!" Blue exclaims, finally noticing you. However you were focused on the slimes.

"They've been there forever though," Stretch points out.

"WHA? PAPY, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" Blue says sadly, Stretch shrugs again.

"They seemed busy," Blueberry looked at you again and you were still focused on the slimes.

"WELL, MAYBE THEY NEED A BREAK!" Blueberry exclaims before approaching you. Stretch sighs before hesitantly following his brother.

"GREETINGS FART!" He exclaims, causing you to burst out laughing.

"Ahaha! I knew that name was a great choice!" You say before turning to the smiling short skeleton.

"[Insert pun here] MWHEHE!" You hear a groan come from the taller skeleton that just arrived.

"Hehe! That was a good one! As you know, I'm Fart. And you're…?"

"I'M THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY, MWHEHE! BUT YOU MAY JUST CALL ME BLUEBERRY OR BLUE!" Blue exclaims.

"I'm Carrot," Stretch says afterwards, causing you to snicker.

"Those are great names! Say, what are your classes?"

"WARRIOR OF PEACE!"

"Mage, You?" You chuckle sheepishly at the question.

"I… chose all of them…" You admit, making Carrot snort.

"Couldn't settle for one huh?" Stretch asks amused, you cross your arms and huff.

"Hey! It's not my fault there's so many choices!" You exclaim.

"I THINK IT'S NEAT!" Blue chimes in making you smile.

"Thank you Blue. Hey, are you guys new to the game?" You ask and they both nod.

"Well, so am I! How about we explore together?" You suggest, Blue lit up like a Christmas tree.

"THAT'S A GREAT IDEA! LET'S GO NEW FRIEND FART!" Blue exclaims before leading the way, you and Carrot snicker and follow after.

So you spent the entire day exploring the HUGE town made for beginners and it's also a hangout/meetup area for experienced players. You got witty remarks from Carrot, puns and fun little facts and features from Sans as you explored. Before you all knew it, night had arrived and you had to log off.

"Oh shoot! It's 8 already?! I gotta go guys, thanks for exploring with me!" You announce making Blue jump.

"IT'S 8?!" Blue yelled before quickly logging off, leaving you with Carrot.

"He… doesn't play games a lot. He usually works hard," Carrot explains, you nod.

"Makes sense," You say before you go to log off.

"Wait a minute," Carrot says before you press the logout button.

"Could I get your discord? I have some… cousins that could use some social interaction from someone like you," You smile.

"Is this your way of telling me you want to hang out more?" You ask in a teasing tone, Carrot snorts.

"Yes and no," He answers simply with a smirk. You exchange discord usernames and codes (Cheesepuff ####) before saying your final goodbyes and logging off.

You take off the VR headset and wince from the lack of light and strain on your eyes. You shut off everything and begin your nightly routine. Once done, you scoop up your phone and check your messages on discord.

Cheesepuff: Yo, it's Carrot. I came to wish the jack of all trades goodnight. And to tell you Blueberry says he's sorry he left so suddenly.

You snicker before replying.

(Username): Thank you Carrot. Tell Blue I said it's okay. Goodnight to both of you!

You then go to message your friend hoping they weren't asleep already.

(Username): Dude! I made friends! :D

Totally not the writer: Oh? Do tell.

And so you do, telling them EVERYTHING!

Totally not the writer: Woah. I gotta get that game. And they sound nice but keep on your toes okay? Not everyone is who they seem.

(Username): Don't worry, I will! Good night you night owl. (You better go to sleep once you send YOUR good night.)

Totally not the writer: No promises. Night.

Sighing, you shut off your phone and head to sleep and dream of Slimes, Carrots and Blueberries.

Holy shit! That took a while to write. One pair of boys down, 4 to go… Will the other chapters be as long as this one? It honestly depends but let's hope not for both our sakes.

So we got ourselves a new series! Huzzah! I’ll try and post the chapters here with links to the next as the series goes on but I could also post it onto quotev or something if you guys prefer that.

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