freemanverse-casualcomp-au - Tumblr blog

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

Roleplaying all by myself and decided to make this

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

Welcome back guys! :D

[LIGHTS UP FIRECRACKERS] THANK YOUUUUUU!!!

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

Apology

Even your ace can say sorry.

A/N: I AM BACK BAYBEEEEE :D Decided to keep it short before raining it with more short fics.

“GODDAMNIT, ROSS, STOP FUCKING UP MY STRATS!!!”

Sullivan stood up from his gaming chair, balling up his fists until they shook,  gritting his teeth. His eyes were glaring at the eyepatched figure, who was currently leaning back into his chair with a deadpan look.

“Your strats suck ass.” Ross tossed his headset onto the keyboard, making more loud noise and heating up the situation's atmosphere. “All of this meta bullshits as if the other teams don’t have the same fucking plan.” His head leaned forward, challenging the analyst. 

There was a silence between them. Sullivan’s eyes widened, knuckles now white. “...What did you say?”

“You are a shit strategist. Be better.” 

Barney and John managed to grab his shoulder before the other managed to tackle down the team's ace, holding onto each arm tightly. “LET ME GO, I WANT TO SHOW HIM WHO’S THE LOSER-”

“Calm yourself first, pardner!” Barney’s voice was somewhat a mix between his usual casual and soft tone, arms wrapping around the taller one. “I’m sure he has his reason, he’s just like that!”

Sullivan gasped, tears brimming from the corner of his eyes. “I’m so tired of people telling me I’m shit at making strategies while they didn’t use the strats right...” He yanked his arm from Barney’s hold, wiping his tears away. “I tried. I’m fucking trying. Fuck.”

Ross’ loud sigh made the analyst flinch, and he could hear his own quickening pulse in his throat. One inhale, and-

“I’m sorry.”

…Huh?

The ace bowed down slightly while biting his lower lips, eyes looking away as if Ross was avoiding him. “I was too harsh. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t add any more words after that. Only an apology, and possibly it was a genuine one.

“...If you have any objection about the strategies that I made, you could’ve just come to my place and talk it out.” Sullivan let out a quiet yet shaky exhale, and a small smile started to appear on his expression. “You’re fucked up and scary. You know that, right?”

Now, the ace’s eyes shifted towards the other, showing a grin. The same grin that he used to have when he knew he’d win in tournaments. “Because I’m the best, y’know?”

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

[Turns on megaphone] hey BITCH /t /lh

[God has cursed you apparently/j]

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

I GOT IT!!!

I HIJACKED THE CHAT BLOG!!!

I am Genius™ Yes Thank You

It's supposed to be midnight, but I can't sleep -_-;

Open for one-man chat!

- DFree

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

to the mod: YOU'RE ALIVE???!????

[This cackles me/lh]

[The previous mod need a bit of persuasion to let me help, since I was the super secret co-founder of the AU with them, but yes THIS BLOG IS ALIVE AND RUNNING!!]

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

IMPORTANT LIST. BY JOHN

No putting energy drink in sweets. It causes a mental reaction towards everyone who consumes it. Barney went to ER for food poisoning. The exception to this is coffee.

One scoop of powdered detergent is enough. More detergent ≠ more clean.

Meal time. Set alarm for food.

Hydration. Set alarm for water.

Food can't be replaced by water, and vice versa.

Sleep is important.

Stop remembering Remember that your team cares about you.

I love myself.

Keep on making my own decision.

And protect my family team.

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

Nightmare

Tonight's dream wasn't so kind to the ace of the team.

AN: I decided to write something for myself, although it ended up in angst. I need to prove my point to someone. It's pretty short tho.

He was sitting in a familiar-looking pub. It was partially crowded, with waiters and waitresses walking around to do their job. Families and friends alike were also there, doing their own things His hand was holding a glass bottle of cheap beer and he could see Eddie sitting right in front of him, rambling about his work at his family-run gun company.

The situation was weirdly...peaceful for him.

“...Gordon, do you even listening?” He snapped out from his observation of the situation he’s currently in and looked towards Eddie. The blonde was pouting, clear blue eyes watching him. "C'mon, I know for sure that I'll be inheriting my family's business one day. I don't know if I wanted to get involved deeper than the business part. So can you please help me get out from there--"

All of the sudden, the room went into a deafening silence the same time as Eddie suddenly vanished right in front of him. He took a look around and the whole room was ransacked with nobody was on sight. His position was also changed, with him now standing upright, his black shirt was slightly torn and stained with dark wet patches of blood. Standing right in front of him was someone muscular-- whose face was blurred heavily. This must be a dream, he thought.

“Are you Gordon Freeman?”

Why did this random-ass gangster dude know his name?

“What if I say yes--”

In an instant, the beer bottle that he’s somehow still holding was snatched by the gangster dude. And with a single swing to the head, Gordon was knocked down to the ground, screaming as he gripped his wounded eye. It didn’t hurt, but his body response showed him otherwise. He was trying to get back to his feet as soon as he could to search for Eddie--

“Down. Don’t move.”

--And he fell down back to the ground again, frozen in his place out of fear.

That voice. Whoever the owner of that voice, he’s sure they weren’t human. Since normal human couldn’t induce fear by only voice alone.

His sight was getting more blurry, and the last thing he saw and heard was a man in a blue suit and a couple of sentences that were burned into his mind;

“He is not the one I have been looking for, he is a nobody.”

"Eliminate him."

A click of a gun echoed through the room and--

“--Ross?! Wake the hell up, you’ve been screaming in your sleep!”

The mentioned man jumped out from his bed, gasping for fresh air and hands launched forward to cling to whoever near him. Ross was trembling, body soaked in a cold sweat. In his slightly blurred vision, he could see Wayne’s worried face, not even telling him to back off or to let him go. Instead, the older man hugged him back, gently cooing and rubbing his back. Wayne felt tender and comforting, slowly calming him down.

“...Sorry.”

The support hummed, still rubbing his back. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about, Ross. You’re okay here.” He gently squeezed him in his hug. “You’re safe with us all.”

Safe. He’s now safe.

“...You’re right. I’m safe here.” He slowly closed his eye, focusing on the older man’s gentle touch that kept him calm. “I’m safe, I’m no longer fighting alone. I have others now.”

Wayne nodded, a soft smile appeared on his face. “That’s our ace.”

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

Darling~ I can't believe you're saying my name like that, you should be nicer to your bestie, yknow?

:gun:

No mercy for you too, sweetheart <3

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

You know im invested in All the gays you have, right?

So what do i gotta do pretty birdie

*Doc*

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

[smash announcer voice] GAY!!!

I

I mean--

Yeah that's pretty much gay stuff.

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

Give more gays

[Stares at certain someone]

My gayness kinda get influenced by one dude, so.........

[Headhands]

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

Gays!!! -Baker

[Points at Baker and giving them a thumbs up] YOU GODDAMN CORRECT AND THUS I LOVE YOU

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

(Don't) Leave Me Alone

It's late at night, and yet John was still awake.

“Gords? Are ya there?”

John perked up from his watching session upon hearing Barney’s familiar voice from behind him, who then sat beside him on a vacant gaming chair. The captain’s hair was dishevelled and dark eyebags were under his eyes. The mute captain glanced at his vice, raising his gloved hands to sign. [You still awake at this hour?]

That earned a slightly irritated huff from the other, who pinched his cheek lightly. “That’s m’ question for ya, cap.” There’s a worried smile. “I woke up to find ya missin’ from the side of the bed. Thought ah’ searched the trainin’ room for ya.”

The captain hands flinched a bit before slowly lowered them, looking back briefly into his computer screen that currently displaying a VOD of his team’s match during the last R6S major. He had a lot in his mind, mixed into a very complicated feeling that kept him awake for nights. He could tell someone about it, but he knew most of his team wouldn’t help him much.

Except…him.

He turned his head to face the other, raising his hands once again. [Can I talk to you for a minute?]

Barney raised an eyebrow. “I can spare some for ya anytime, John.” He swivelled the chair at 90 degrees, now fully facing the captain. “What’s up? Tell me anythin’.”

[Would you please stay with me for a lifetime?]

This, unsurprisingly, earned loud coughs from the vice-captain himself. Barney blinked several times before gently cupping John’s cheek as he leaned closer, his green-brown heterochromia eyes staring deeply into the other darker green ones. “Gordon,” he took a small deep breath, “I’d reckon ya jus’ proposed to me?”

An innocent slight head tilt from the oblivious captain with a questioning look.

Oh God, he’s still like a child. Barney internally pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling as he letting go of John’s cheeks. The southern man giving him a warm smile, giving John’s hair a good ruffle. “Well, I can’t leave ya alone, sweetheart. We’re already this far to enjoy that normal life ya craved, right?”

John could feel his face heated up, flushed with a light red tint as he nodded slightly. The corner of his lips raised upwards unconsciously. [Then, you’ll stay with me?]

“That’s not supposed to be even a question, Gordon.” Barney scooted closer, head gently bumping against each other. “Ya know mah’ answer. It’s always a yes for me.”

As soon as his vice-captain said that, it felt like the burden in his head has been lifted and his chest warmed up with a slightly increased heartbeat. Fluffy and floaty, that’s what he was currently feeling and he enjoyed every second of it. His arms extending towards the vice-captain’s torso, wrapping them around and moved himself to sit onto his lap, head nuzzling under the crook of the vice-captain’s neck. Barney was caught off-guard, frozen in place as his hands hovering above John’s back with slight hesitation, face redder than John’s.

“....What the fuck are you guys doing, being all lovey-dovey here?”

Both John and Barney flinched and immediately perked up, their eyes now staring at a very irritated Ross. Mindy was clinging on top of his head, mewling adorably, unlike the grumpy gaze the ace gave them. Of course, the captain gave a threatening gaze while his vice-captain could only stutter in embarrassment. “Ross-- Wait, it’s not like what ya think--”

He massaged his forehead while grumbling under his breath before continuing. “I know you’re both dating for years, but my god please respect every single dude in this goddamn house.” A heavy sigh. “This is why we have fanfictions about you both from the fans and I don’t really like them much-- Well, Dean’s the only one who’s pretty excited at reading them all.”

“Ah...” Barney was at loss for words.

Another heavy sigh as Ross turned around. “I wanna make some formula for Mindy as scheduled for 2 AM. You both continue whatever you’re doing before.” And with that, the ace left the room, leaving the couple in silence once again.

Barney was about to take a deep breath in relief, his back leaned against the cushioned gaming chair when suddenly he could feel John also leaned against him, using him as a body heater. It didn’t take long before the vice-captain heard soft snores from the other, a sign that he’d fallen into slumber.

A smile appeared on the southern man’s expression. He gave a light kiss on the other’s forehead, before making himself comfortable and closing his eyes.

“If ya did wanna propose, I’d say yes.”

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

oh he do be called sully now?

MESSAGE REDIRECTED

YOU GOT MESSAGE (1)

From: KyleMonster_Cast

I don’t mind it at all, Sullivan or Sully, both of them still a part of my name. Ross called me “Shithead” and I don’t know why I still allowed him to call me that.

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

i'm gonna make a terrible joke. hey sullivan, you mind if i call you sully? - 🅱

MESSAGE REDIRECTED

YOU GOT MESSAGE (1)

From: KyleMonster_Cast

Oh wait, I remember this once their thing. Y’know what? I’ll bite that. You can call me Sully.

[freemanverse-casualcomp-au]

Interviewing the Newest Member of Black Mesa Esport Org: Gordon Sullivan Freeman; AKA “KyleMonster_Cast” [Door Monster Half-Life Gordon]

Interviewing In Progress...

Q: Welcome to the org, Gordon. Or should I call you by your middle name, Sullivan?

A: [Face scrunches up] Please do that, I don’t want to get mixed up by those...monsters in disguised...

Q: Oh? Why’s that?

A: [Frowns] Listen. If you have ever seen them in the morning? I almost got killed by a damned cast iron pan and a crowbar, geez! [Throws his hands on the air] They’re all barbarians!

Q: And yet, you’re still accepting the contract?

A: [Sighs] I don’t have a choice, I just got fired from my job as an astronomer for unknown reason and Breen offered me a place as a casual streamer, which by the way, is also my part-time job. [Tilts his head, sighing again] ...It’s a pretty nice deal, to be honest. Plus he gives me access to the roof for stargazing and shit. I have this cool telescope from my past job that could connect to cam so I could stream space stuff, that’s neat.

Q: That’s great! Speaking of streaming, What’s your specialty?

A: [Face lits up] I mostly stream FPS games, but I also stream casual games to chill. Well, I said “stream” [quote hand gestures], but it’s mostly just me talking about strats and current metas available in FPS games. [Leans back onto his chair, folding his arms] I do play the games, but I’m also doing my duty as an analyst and caster, watching VODs of past matches and describing what the fuck did they do while at it as a casting practice.

Q: Ah, I remember about some of your debuts as a caster in some community tournaments, and that’s when you first meet Ross, right?

A: [Laughs] That cocky talented asshole? God, I still remember him sucker-punched me on the gut after I called him a reckless dumbass. Amazing fragger, toxic attitude, and also a softie. [Shrugs] But I have to admit I have high respect on him, along with the rest of his teammates. They have high potentials in my perspective as an analyst, after all.

Q: What’s your opinion about the current Black Mesa’s R6S team roster?

A: [Raises an eyebrow] Them? Well, I know for sure that they’re good. John’s an competent leader for sure, but without Barney on his side as an assistant, he’s useless. They’re still need guidance from their coaches, that’s my personal opinion.

Q: Do you have any interest in helping the roster grow?

A: Fuck yes I do. I still want to sucker-punched their ace and implementing some of my personal favourite strats to them. [Snickers] God, imagine how fucked up the matches would be....

Q: Any favourite person in the org?

A: This is hard... [Hums, then perks up while snaps with his fingers] Oh, I like to watch Breen’s stream. The old man still has his raw skills as one of the famous Grand master at chess. I’m not into chess, but on God he’s making it interesting.

Q: Last one; any words for the fans?

A: Words, huh? My pronouns is I-don’t-care and whatever but I prefer he/them, aromantic , and... [Takes a deep breath and exhales] for Antoine, please for the love of God, stop flirting with me.

Q: Thank you for letting me interview you, Sullivan. Once again, welcome to Black Mesa.

A: Yeah, glad to be here-- [Pauses] ...Wait, I swear I’ve seen you somewhere--

Interview Ended.