#R’s P4 run

[ziracona]

Yosuke: “Life always has meaning. I don’t have to be the best to matter. Someone is always going to care about you, just by existing. Like me. I used to hate it here but now? I love it. I have all these things that make life work living. My family, my friends…and you. : ) ”

[parasitoidism]

the reason i specifically try to avoid any and all persona related leaks is because if I hear anything about a persona 1 2 or 4 remake it's going to pre-emptively kill off a substantial number of my braincells. different reasons for each game

[kirabasai]

my yosuke is currently in time-out for crimes against gay ppl and while he won't be leaving time-out anytime soon.. i'm fr feeling the lack of my secondary healer (i've died on the same floor of rise's dungeon over 50 times now, probably [i have been doing this for hours])

[xyvyl]

One More Race - Chapter 1 - Y/N

Summary: New to formula 1, Dutch driver Y/N L/N. F2 and F3 world champion, now racing for Lamborghini in F1. The only woman racing in F1 right now.

Chapter song: Legend - The Score

Word count: 1375

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2iH7vTDNnObb2HMBDuRhrY?si=9ec8ffb7ec164637

A/N: taglist open!

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Lights out and away we go!

The words ring in my ears as I start driving. Starting from P4 isn't bad, but George, Charles and Max were in front of me. Max obviously sped off, Charles following close behind.

I managed to pass George after turn 1, but Charles and Max already had a big gap between us.

After 5 laps I managed to catch up to charles and almost pass him, but turn 13 fucked it up.

“How much time is between me and leclerc?” I ask through the radio. “0.7 second, keep it up, you're almost in the DRS zone.” “copy.”

I do my best to keep this distance until the DRS zone, once in I manage to pass him with ease, putting me in P2.

Luckily Charles couldn't pass me, except for when I pitted, but i quickly regained my spot.

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“P2, P2. good job!”

I sit in silence for a while, driving in the car. P2? In the first race of the season? First race of my career in f1? P2?!

“Y/N?” I hear my engineer, shaking me out of the daze I was in.

“P2? Are you serious?” “very”

“WOOOO! P2 BABY!” I yell in excitement as I pull up to the p2 stand, getting out of the car.

I quickly take off my helmet to see who I ended up on the podium with.

“Max? Natuurlijk ben jij P1!" (of course you’re P1!) I congratulate Max, turning around to see Charles’ car pull into the p3 stand.

“Charles! Congrats man!” I walk up to his Ferrari, hugging him as soon as he climbs out of his car.

“Congrats Y/N you did amazing!”

I smile and run to my team, “P2 baby!” “Where did Logan end?”

“He got P8.” My mouth drops, p8? That's such an improvement from his time with Williams!

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The cooldown room was quiet when I entered it, probably because Max and Charles were too busy chugging their water bottles.

I sigh in contentment and grab my own water bottle, drinking every last drop.

“Congrats on P2 in your very first F1 race, Y/N.” Charles claps me on the back, making me almost choke on my water.

Max laughs in the background and I glare at him as I swallow my water.

“Thanks Charles, you did a great job as well! And Max?”

“Yeah?”

“I hope you choke on your water” I smile at him, making Charles burst into laughter.

“Wow! Okay! What happened to, ‘beetje medelijden voor een mede-Nederlander'?" (A little compassion for a fellow Dutchman?) Max fakes being hurt as I stick my tongue out to him.

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Standing on the podium feels the same, yet so different from F2 and F3… nevertheless, it's an amazing feeling. Standing there, the trophee in my hands and champagne next to me and millions of people watching me stand there next to Max and Charles. The Dutch national anthem in the background.

I laugh as I put the trophee down and grab the champagne, already being targeted by both Charles and Max.

I launch the bottle down to the floor as the liquid starts spraying everywhere, mostly at Max and Charles, but also my team who are below the stands.

Everything seems to go in slow motion as I put the bottle to my mouth and drink the liquid, Max and Charles doing the same.

The first woman to stand on the F1 podium..

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“Y/N!” I turn around and see Logan running up to me.

“Logan! Congrats on P8!” I give him a hug, smiling.

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to come with us to get dinner, to celebrate.” He smiles when I nod.

“Wait, you said ‘us’ who else is going?” I question him.

“You, me, Max, Charles, George, Lando, Lewis, Carlos and Oscar.” He smiles, making me smile.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!” I exclaim as I run to my black lambo, Logan following closely behind.

The ride there wasn't too long, since the restaurant was almost next to our hotel, which isn't too far from the track either.

“We're here, ready to celebrate?” Logan grins as he turns the car off.

I nod, a huge smile on my face as I get out of the car.

I wait for a hot minute to wait for Logan as he gets out of the car.

“Let’s go!” I exclaim as I speed walk into the restaurant. As soon as I enter I see the others sitting at the reserved table.

“Hi guys!” I smile as I sit down next to Lando, who smiles at me. Logan takes the seat next to me.

“We thought you guys weren't coming.” Max jokes, making me stick out my tongue at him. “Ha ha, very funny Max, why wouldn't we come? We had amazing results!” I laugh, making the rest of the table laugh too.

“Have you seen twitter lately?” Lando asks me, “No, why?”

“You're getting mixed responses to being the only woman on the grid..” His response made me look at him confused.

“I take it I shouldn't look at it?” I smile, already knowing the answer.

Lando only confirmed it by nodding his head. I put my phone back in my purse and grabbed the menu.

“Did you guys already order?” Most of the table shook their heads.

“We wanted to wait until you two were finally here.” Lewis smiles at me.

The waiter comes and we all order. After we got our food and started eating, I took a second to look around the table.

All talented male drivers, and me, a female driver who somehow got a seat with Lamborghini..

I sigh and Carlos notices, looking at me with a look that says, ‘are you okay?’, to which I nod. When I start eating I notice in the corner of my eye that Lando is looking at me, but I pay it no mind and enjoy the food in front of me.

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After we all finally finished our food, we paid separately and went on our way. Me, Lando and logan staying behind for a little.

“So.. how was your first ever F1 race?” Lando asked and I could sense the awkwardness in his voice.

I smile, “Amazing, the whole grid is nice, our team is great! The car is just… wow, I don't have enough words to describe this feeling.” Logan and Lando smile at that as the valet comes out with Logan’s car.

I give Lando a hug and we get in the car.

“How was your food?” I ask Logan, trying to make conversation.

“It was good, yours?” okay.. We're both awkward..

I nod and look out the window, enjoying the view.

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I dropped myself on my bed, the hotel we're staying at was amazing, comfortable beds, huge bathroom, just amazing. 

Logan's room isn't far from mine, literally next to mine.

I sigh, a smile on my face as I look towards the giant window overlooking the race track. A ping comes from my phone. It's Logan,

‘Plane leaves at 8, meet at my room at 6?’

I quickly reply, ‘I'll be there!’

8 am.. So early…

I roll my eyes at the time.

I get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

When I return I see my phone on my bed, exploding with messages, both from messages and twitter.

I remember what Lando said at dinner, ‘You’re getting mixed responses to being the only woman on the grid..’ 

I pick up my phone and decide to look at the messages first, seeing messages from almost the whole grid, but mostly Lando and Logan.

‘Don't listen to whatever they say’ -Lando

‘If you want to talk, i'm here’ -Logan

‘Twitter doesn't know anything, you're an amazing driver and friend’ -Lando

‘I think they might be blind, you got p2 all on your own’ -Lando

‘You're an amazing friend, teammate and driver and you're a world champion in f2 and f3! Don't listen to them!’ -Logan

Their messages put worry in me and I hesitated clicking on the twitter icon..

But I eventually did and what I read and saw…

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (viii) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : the triplets' birthday party is a perfect place for flirting, tension, and... well, matt and y/n's forte.

warnings : use of alcohol, weed and smut ( just a lil flithy icl ), beware that the word count on this ho is crazy - meaning i did not proofread!

mickey speaks : this took a MINUTE to get out im sawrryyyy. i tried to fit everything into one part and ended up rewriting almost the entire part last minute (which is most of the reason why this is very delayed), sooo hope you love??? bc i dont lmfao also the triplets r a couple yrs older in this (turning 23)

THIS IS PART EIGHT GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST!!!

"JESUS, matt. can you take this seriously, please?" chris scoffs, taking the dry-erase marker cap from its awkward spot between his teeth.

matt's not one to continue adding his opinion knowing it won't be listened to. he prefers to leave the impossible-to-get-a-word-in debating to nick and chris who have no problem yelling over each other to the point that they don't even know what the issue ever was.

so he's found comfort in sitting at the dining room table with his eyes firmly closed and arms used as a pillow for his head, leaving nothing but a dollop of his hair to be shown, or as he told chris "attempting to find peace for myself while living with you chaotic fucks."

"what could you possibly want from me?" matt asks without moving from his face down position, voice muffled and strained.

"i want you to fight for your opinion! don't you care about what we do for our birthday?!" chris stresses while nick rolls his eyes and falls into a bored stance, leaning against the dark marble counter.

matt finally raises his head causing his face to scrunch up and eyes to squint due to the sudden and bright change in lighting, "no? i actually don't give a shit, chris."

chris first feels the instigator within him sighing in defeat only for his pride to take center. he figures if nick has practically given up and matt cares so little, that gives him all of the creative action for birthday plans. exactly what he wanted.

his lips form a tight line to hide his satisfaction as he shakes his head slowly, unevenly wiping his hand across the magnetic white board (that he used to write the many ideas thrown around in his head, mistakenly thinking a visual would narrow things down for him and nick). “‘kay. then i’m getting nate to help plan us a house party and it'll be fucking perfect. because i care.”

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you've never been so grateful of your front door's placement this close to the kitchen. but carrying three cake boxes and a tote bag the size of your torso, desperately needing to put them down after traveling up three flights of stairs, will surely be the task that brings that gratitude out of you.

though when you arrive, your scrunched eyebrows and pouted lips are an apparent contrast to the enthusiastic vibe of your kitchen- with andrea moving her hips to the lines of spanish dancing in the air, waiting patiently for the sizzling indication of her fried egg's tenderness, and the use of pink lemonade-colored towels or handles on utensils (that made you and andrea way too happy during one of your first target runs as roommates) scattered around.

drea finally notices you when your metal keychain clanks against the countertop, "y/n!" her excitement slightly dulls with her widened eyes when she gets a better view of your face, turning the stove off and coming closer to hug you. "hi, good morning-ish. are you feeling okay? ...or, like, sad?" you silently accept her gesture and tuck your head in her neck while she caresses your hair with a sigh, "or both at the same time...?"

your response is a breathy sigh and pause before the words tumble out, "m'fine, i think. just overestimated myself a little with staying up so late." you remove your head from her neck and move backwards to lean against the countertop, fanning your hands to create a much needed breeze, "and i'm so hot, it's making me feel gross."

andrea peers into the clear plastic cutout on top of one of the boxes, "at least the cakes look nice."

a week ago you set your mind on gifting the triplets their own cakes for their birthday (thinking that sharing a day was already enough, no way would you want them to have to share and agree on only one cake). you easily gathered their cake preferences by sneaking it into any random conversations you'd have with each of them.

and after a week of planning and preparing, was it so bad if you wanted a fun night in with your roomie? andrea warned you several times to go to bed considering you'd be up at 5:30 the next morning, but you insisted that you'd be fine and asked her to help you clear the rest of the box-wine in the fridge.

you could tell matt was a little irritated that you chose rewatching episodes of a sitcom and "cheap ass box-wine" over sex with him (of course throwing the fact that his birthday would be arriving in only a few hours right in your face) but you pioneered and assured him that you'll make time for him the next day, while also sweetly reminding him that you too have a life outside of this exchange.

at midnight you sent the triplets a group message to congratulate. and a few minutes later you left andrea on the couch for your room, sending matt a birthday text of his own (because you did feel the tiniest bit guilty for rejecting him earlier) paired with a picture with your shirt lifted, hem tucked behind your teeth, and your boobs sat in a sheer bra with decorative white trimming and a bow in the center.

he didn't respond for almost an hour and you tried to not feel embarrassed or overthink his reaction at all.

you couldn't stand the giddiness that came over you (you'd blame it on being the slightest bit tipsy) when you finally got into bed to find his response gentle, in his own matt-kind-of-way, with your image loved and a grayed bubble text reading: "Very pretty, thank you"

"thanks, drea. they were a bitch to make." water drowns out your voice as you start to wash your hands in the deep sink. you run your soapy fingers over a small cut you got when dealing with an irritating cardboard box earlier, finding the stinging of the hot water a wonderful kind of bitter that further plays into your foul mood.

"mmm... i'm sure. but it's not like you can even tell. they almost look store-bought," she attempts to flatter you, turning her head from the packaged desserts to offer a smile.

when you're sweet you're the most ripe, juicy peach, eveyone knows this. but god, when you're feeling down you really are the most cranky, green apple that could force a pucker onto even the most undaunted. your face is dragged of any aloofness or sunshine with your dry response as she turns to resume her breakfast, "uh huh. you don't have to coddle me. i'll get over myself soon, i promise." you dry your hands.

andrea would argue she's not coddling only looking out for your well being- because she wants to and knows if she were neglecting her needs you'd be right on her ass as well, "okay...and did you eat?"

"just like, a bagel before i left," you open the fridge and let the door hang open as you walk across the kitchen to grab the cake boxes and set them inside. you make sure to mind your feet, noticing figaro nosily has his furry face lifted to sniff into the side door.

she strings some sarcasm into her sentiment, "oh yum." she pauses, letting the sizzle of the egg and (now faint) music linger in the air before she speaks again, "how about you go take a shower or do something that'll make you feel a little better?"

"you know i would but being around my favorite roommate is already making me feel sooo much better!" you deliver the dry joke with a smile and pick up figaro when you shut the fridge door with an accidental slam.

she turns to look at you over her shoulder as she grabs two glass plates for the both of you, scolding you like a mother (as she tended to transform into at times like this due to her essentially parenting her younger siblings) "y/n, you're only fighting yourself, go ahead now."

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matt can hear chris' voice only grow louder and pound against the hallway walls but assumes he is heading anywhere but the space that matt's in, deciding to continue brushing his teeth instead.

he'd only be so lucky on his birthday.

"but yeah-" chris interrupts himself to knock and barely wait for an answer before he walks into matt's sleek bathroom. "matt's here!" his phone is carelessly thrown in front of matt's face (with a frothing mouth and irritated eyes) before he has truly registered anything that has happened.

he truly wants to roll his eyes infinitely but when he sees his mother is the one on the phone, his grumpy front is quickly wilted and a glimmer kisses his spirit in a way only she could produce.

it's clear she hadn't expected matt to be in the middle of something as personal as brushing his teeth when she first sees him, "oh, hi matt!" she understands him well enough to know he absolutely hates this (this being chris unnecessarily close to him as he hunches over to keep matt's face in the camera) so she attempts to amuse him, "wow, you're really showing your age now, aren't you? just looking so put together and nice." she laughs to herself as matt tries to not smile whilst brushing, holding his index finger up to indicate that he would address her with words in only a moment.

"chris, honey, why'd you bring me to your brother when he's busy, anyway?! now we're just watchin' him brush his teeth and the angles you're givin' me are so awkward," she emphasizes her sentence as it goes on.

chris turns the phone back to himself, "because you told me to show him?!"

"no, i said 'where's matt?'" she corrects him in jest.

"okay, so am i incorrect in saying that there was an implication-?"

matt dries his face with a towel and grabs the phone scolding chris, "hey we get it, smartass-" he turns to look at her again with a smile, "sorry mom."

"mhm," she dismisses, "when's this party of yours starting?"

"soon i think," matt moves around chris to exit the bathroom, leaving chris (literally) in the dark.

"okay and how's your birthday been so far?" he smiles knowing how excited she's always been about these things.

"good, i don't feel any different. just doin' the same stuff, except today there's way more people sending me texts and pretending the care about me." matt places the phone against a bowl full of chips in the kitchen, waving when he notices chris followed him.

"get down here nick, mom's on the phone!" chris yells, coming into frame and leaning on the counter. "jeez, matt's masochism can't give any of us a break even on days literally made for our happiness. you hearin' this kid ma?"

matt shakes his head, pointing to chris with his handful of chips, "spell masochism."

chris' eyes pinch and before their mother or chris himself reply, nick is running over to them with a smile and yell of "im heree!!"

she's has the much-expected motherly urge to cry seeing her three sons (whom she rarely sees anymore) all in the same frame, "aw, hi nicky! just look at you boys...so sweet."

it only takes another second before she's crumbling in tears. their smiles drop as chris grabs his phone. they all begin spilling out the most comforting phrases they know to cheer her up.

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"okay people! cake is coming through! everyone move. move, move...precious cargo right here and your ass is in the way!" asha yells and shines her phone's flashlight into the faces in the crowded living room as she ushers the girls to the kitchen.

she earns a few glares that she happily dishes back and a few mumbles of "bitch" once she's walked past that has remi "accidentally" stepping on a certain people's shoes while following asha's lead.

the modern open kitchen hosts plenty of drinks and snacks as well as a worried nathan, who's shirt is barely on his torso from the amount of buttons he's undone since stepping foot in the wild space. "oh thank god the cake's are here," he sighs with a throw of his head before frantically moving a platter of chips and guac (that someone was actively eating from) and a few six packs from the island to the opposite counter, encouraging the girls to place them down with an awkward nod of his head and harsh blink of his eyes.

asha holds back a laugh at nate's odd vibe as she moves next to him, nudging his shoulder, "what's wrong with you?"

"nothing," his head whips to look at her, "well, i mean, think 'm just nervous." he starts slow but it seems he needed someone to finally prompt him to share such a frustrated rant, "like- chris comes to me and asks me to throw him the best party. yet he doesn't give me shit to work with besides his home to host it in-" he breathes, "and 'm feelin' all the pressure of planning a party right now but, you know, i just need things to go smooth and then i'll be fine..." he runs a hand through his hair, "you ladies don't worry about me." he fakes a smile and gives a small wave of his wrist to show just how "fine" he is.

coinciding with nate's rant, you've began to pour a hefty amount of vodka and lemon juice (you absolutely scoured the fridge for) into a large glass. you hand it off to andrea with a pleading "mix" as you lick the remaining lemon juice from your thumb and open cabinets to search for shot glasses.

you line up a multitude of shot glasses with various cities labeled on them as andrea pours the mixture in carefully. you immediately bring one up to nathan, "lemon drop?"

"yes, please. no way your a fucking bartender and baker?" nate's eyes widen as he receives the small glass.

"no, definitely not. just live with a girl whois always making her own drinks at home," you smile and grab your own glass as the rest of the girls follow suit.

"i need this right now," remi starts, "let's cheers to drea's DIY shit and nathan making it through the rest of the night!" she woops and the group all let out various chuckles.

"a-fuckin'-men!" nate leans to clink the small glasses softly before taking the shot quickly. he barely recovers from the shot before he's pouring more vodka into his glass and taking a second.

you get the best view of chris turning the corner and seeing you all (his reaction is more specifically for andrea) have arrived. his jaw hangs dramatically as he walks over but quickly turns to a big smile when the group all start to sing happy birthday to him. "stop it! stop it!" he jokes and begins to give out hugs and thank each of you for coming. he stops and squeezes you extra tight, bringing up the cakes sat nearby, "i know that bakery anywhere. thank you for my cake."

"of course, i had to," you smile.

"no seriously, you're fuckin' awesome, girl." you can tell he's already a little buzzed from the look in his eyes but you also know he's almost more truthful than ever when drunk.

you notice that when he leaves you to finally greet your roommate, it's very clear he's purposely left andrea last to ensure there would be no rush on his interaction.

the rest of the group leave them to their own world for a moment; as the two hug chris gives her a soft kiss on her forehead, whispering "hi, mi cariña (my darling)" an inside joke between the two of them as chris' struggle with speaking spanish never fails to make andrea laugh.

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"okay, okay, i'll do it," matt finally gives in, lifting himself off of the black couch with people piled on top of it. he hands his drink over to elijah smoothly and begins to playfully rub his hands together.

"'hold my beer' headass," elijah jokes placing the cup off on a side table next to him. matt stops any movement, turning his torso to look back at the boy and start to laugh while holding both middle fingers up.

"matt," erin taps him with the side of her arm twice to get his attention again, handing him the second wii remote in her hands. the screen appears extra bright in contrast to the dimness of the room which causes matt to wonder how the fuck anyone has managed to play just dance in this space without getting a sudden head rush or worse.

"okay, let's do timber because it's classic," she suggests.

"let's not," matt opposes, his hand covering his mouth to hide a grin before running his cursor over the other choices.

erin looks over to him with a blank expression, "i mean i don't care that much you can-"

"'m joking, we'll do timber," matt looks from her to the colorful screen to find the song once more.

when he notices she's stiil looking over at him with an unreadable expression, matt smiles big attempting to not laugh, causing his already-slim eyes to pinch a little extra as he turns to her, "hey e, the screen's right up there, you won't be getting much direction from starin' at me-" he breaks into obnoxious laughter mid-way through his sentence which earns him a small smack on the arm.

erin laughs a little now, "would you stop it? just click 'a' on your fucking remote."

he does as she says and looks to her as the screen loads, "thereee we go, you can cool down now, sweetheart."

as the two dance both matt and his friends make one-off comments and jokes about the many times matt almost fell (and would make sure to blame it on the rug or his shoes). they seem to be having such a great time that you don't know if you only being there for the final few lines of the song, watching erin ride matt's back as they spin in circles laughing, is fortunate or unfortunate.

the claps and whistles are wild when the two finish with a bow, the crowd around them only getting louder when matt teases that he's so hot he might have to take off his shirt, lifting it slightly then putting it back down and calling them pervs. you only shake your head and bite back a smile, hating how fucking charming he is when he allows himself to be completely lost in a good time.

matt would say you snuck onto the sectional couch- because a minute ago you weren't there and now here you are talking elijah's ear off and taking repeated hits of his blunt.

but you wouldn't say you snuck into his area, rather walked in a manner in which you'd be out of his and erin's way- of course not taking away from the birthday boy and his...good friend. so you're a bit surprised he slumps on the couch next to you and not in his original spot on the opposite side of eli, "sunnnyy," he huffs and leans his head back against the couch, "when'd you get here, huh?"

you turn to look at him and he smiles at you then looks up to the ceiling, "think an hour ago? maybe?" you hand him the blunt.

"cool, cool, cool..." matt repeats cutting himself off by placing it in his mouth. he's dressed so stylish and attractive you can't help but scan over him with your eyes; his jersey-style shirt showing off his armfuls of tattoos, baggy jeans, car keys hanging on a cheetah print clip attached to his belt loop, shoes that look straight out of the box, a matching hat that you honestly wish he'd take off, and his signature silver jewelry brightening his attributes in the otherwise dark room.

he makes the slightest "tsss" sound when breathing in the drug before speaking with smoke plummeting from his mouth, "you should dance next," he brings it back to his mouth for a final hit.

"mmm maybe...if lucas is up for it," you play with the metal can of a wine cooler that you hold on your bare knee as matt leans over you to hand an occupied eli his blunt back, his laugh trails smoke out of his mouth and into your face as he slouches back next to you.

"forgot you're fuckin, hilarious! holy shit." his hand makes its way up his own shirt to rest on his stomach as he giggles.

a smile grows on your face, "no seriously is he here?" you lift yourself up a little and pretend to look for the familiar face.

"stop that." matt chuckles and tugs your wrist gently. you almost get nervous this time when you look him in the eyes. when he's drunk, matt is so carefree and giggly in a way you rarely get to see. and now you’re starting to notice how the poor lighting makes his features appear arched and his face look carved into, yet the jagged becomes soft and fuzzy whenever the gumdrop-colored lights of the wii game hit his face with the beat of the song. he notices your staring and lets go of your wrist, "what's up?"

"nothing."

"excuse me everyone! i would like to give a speech! hello, i am giving a speechhh! everyone shut up, please!" nick projects his voice into the microphone- he stole from the karaoke machine -while standing on a dining room chair.

as people start to calm down nick speaks, "right, so, it's my fuckin' birthday!” he raises his arms and dances his fingers before pointing out matt, “and it's matt's fuckin' birthday, right over there! let's get some flashlights pointing over to my brother please!" matt’s face flushes as he covers his eyes from the sudden bright lights. you squint your own eyes from next to him and move closer to eli to avoid the flashes.

"and it's chris' fuckin' birthday..." nick looks around, "i couldn't tell you where exactly he is, just know that he is also here tonight!” the crowd roars, “anyway... i'm so- so happy to have you all with us tonight to celebrate. we turn twenty fucking three and... that feels so old saying it out loud. holy shit." nick cringes obnoxiously, slurring his next few words, "but i love my two best friends in the whole world: chris and matt, i wouldn’t wish to share a birthday with anyone else… and i love all of you thank you again. oh! and shout out nathan for holding this shit down! if you see nathan give him something... i don't know- money? a kiss? a drink? fuck if i know." as nick speaks cameron nudges him with a shot glass which he finally acknowledges, "and apparently this is a toast now so, you know, here's to getting older and having the most fun forever!" he raises the glass in the air and drinks it without further thought, inviting everyone to do the same while cheering and applauding him in excitement.

you raise your wine cooler and let out many cheers along with the rest, but of course matt ridicules you a little in jest, "really? you sit here and 'woo' while i'm going blind?!" he’s still wiping at his eyes, dealing with the aftermath of bright lights shining in his eyes; his vision tainted with faint blue and red splotches only for a second. you lean closer to him, attempting to see his eyes better while uncontrollably laughing.

"are you crying?!"

matt thinks you look really pretty even when you're quite literally pointing and laughing in his face. you move his hands away from his face and he widens his eyes dramatically, "look, no 'm not!” you shake your head in response, “does really it look like it?"

you notice his bottom eyelashes are slightly clumped and you move your hand closer, placing your thumb under his eye, "baby, that's damp!" you giggle and pull his hand close, using your thumb to draw a wet line across his tattooed wrist to prove your point.

he drags out his first word, "alrighttt. whatever! you got me, sweet girl. ‘cause god forbid i have the ability to cry?!” pulling away from you with a smile as he dries his eyes by rubbing them gently.

matt excuses himself with a quick "gonna go grab another drink or somethin'" before he does something irrational like kiss you in front of all these fucking people.

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you carefully open each of the packaged cakes, each revealing the boys' full names written in cursive with the uniquely styled and colored buttercream frosting you made that very morning. you used the same shades to make the puffed frosting border of the cakes, for an easy, soft garnish. remi follows behind you, lighting candles on the cakes as you go.

there's a chaos that comes with trying to gather this many (drunk) people in one area and capture their attention long enough to sing then cut cakes. it doesn’t help that the hosts are at their most unserious themselves; matt and nick both snickering and making jokes while holding onto each other while chris talks to one of his friends off to the side with his obnoxiously loud voice without regard for anyone around him.

“okay, people we’re singing!” nathan attempts to yell over the loudness of the crowded room. you and remi are then in the position of getting the attention of the birthday boys who can’t focus on the task at hand, leaving you both to snap your fingers and call them as if you were attempting to take photos of a stubborn baby.

you truly wish it didn’t irk you so terribly but you can’t help your annoyance when matt looks over to erin after she shouts from next to you, “matt, can you pay attention? your cake’s ready,” and he listens, moving nick off of him with a shoulder nudge and laugh as he approaches the row of cakes.

you recover quickly with a smile once both matt and nick’s eyes widen and mouths hang open in awe of your hard work, “s’perfect,” matt whispers to himself, now adjusting his hat to fit backwards.

“oh my god, the wax got in my cake! what the fuck,” nick whines and that cues drea to tug chris’ arm softly and urge him with a hushed, “chris ven aquí (come here)!”

and he's is down so terribly that he moves to where she wants him immediately.

chris is a known sap, especially when wasted, so he’s stood fighting the urge to cry when taking in the scene in front of him: his brothers and friends gathered together to celebrate their twenty three years of life together.

he tucks his lip into his mouth and looks down at the burning flame, slowly smiling when everyone around them begin to sing a rendition of happy birthday with all the charmingly bad high notes and run on “you”s but not forgetting to crunch all three names into a single line.

midway through the song, chris leans to hug matt in comfort while sneaking a reach into matt’s back pocket to grab the slim joint he just knew would be there. he grins to himself, “sweet! free j and free light,” placing it into his mouth as he leans over his cake to spark the joint hanging in his mouth with as much precision as possible. andrea shakes her head in confusion while filming on her phone beside to you.

“dude,” matt lets out a breathy laugh while waving his hand to clear the atmosphere of the potent smoke. sudden applause recognizing the end of the song and leading the three to blow out their candles.

matt gave up on birthday wishes a while into his teen years and nothing changes this year; he blows his candles out and claps along with the crowd before accepting his joint from chris for a few puffs of celebration.

you watch in amusement as nathan distracts the boys with shots to get them away from the cakes as andrea begins to cut. except no shot could beat the view of andrea bent over the counter like she is now, so chris is practically on top of drea with annoying whines of “i wanna see,” when she asks him to be careful and wait a second.

you, however, are actively searching for the spiked punch that elijah recommended when you run into erin and matt talking. they both look to you with different expressions as you squeeze yourself by them to get to the punch bowl.

you remind yourself that erin is your friend, not your enemy. nor your competition. meaning you also have to remind yourself that matt is some guy you fuck around with, not your boyfriend.

you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in while grabbing a plastic cup and using a small ladle to pour the peach colored liquid for yourself. instead of flat-out staring at the two, you take turns looking from them to your cup. you watch as they pose for a picture; erin taking his hat to place on her own head and matt smiling next to her. and another with her kissing his cheek as he laughs.

it’s upsetting- no, humiliating to you. and how especially humiliating that your first thought is whether he’ll dismiss you for erin when you ask him to fuck you later tonight? you blame the weed for getting you so worked up over minutiae interactions.

you’re brought out of your daze in the most humbling of ways: a sudden splash hits your bare foot and covers your black kitten heels in the sticky juice. “fuck,” you groan and place the ladle back into the punch bowl, taking a large sip of your overflowing drink as you look down at the puddle of pink you’re standing in.

you find a towel laying nearby and lower yourself to fumble and wipe your shoe.

“damn y/n, you like my punch that much?” a voice asks from next to you.

you look up and see lucas smiling down at you, “you made it?” you ask genuinely as he helps you rise to standing again.

“no,” he smiles and you roll your eyes, “but im wondering how you managed to spill any with this itty bitty fucking ladle?” he jokes, lifting the ladle and watching it pour the small bit of juice it managed to gather back into the bowl.

“i just wasn’t paying attention,” you laugh and sip your drink again.

“mhm…why’s that?” he squints his eyes down at you.

you tap two of your french tip fingernails against your skull, “so much is happening up here.”

���like what?”

“i don’t knowww,” you smirk and look away to take another sip of your drink.

“well, i know you look sexy as fuck in this dress right now. look at you,” he wets his lips and offers his hand to you with a grin, showing off a few of his shining tooth gems.

you try to maintain your composure and not smile too big but it’s a challenge when he playfully gets you to spin slowly for him and show off the tiny strapless dress you have on as he “oouu”s and whistles to hype you up.

“mm, you like that?” you look up at him, blinking slowly.

he nods and chuckles, “you know damn well-” looking off to the side then gaining your eye contact once more as he wipes over his mouth with his hand, glancing over your body, “‘course i do.”

"good. we should dance then," you guide him to the living room with his hand still in yours.

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you hate to be the bitch on her phone at a party but you can’t stop staring at it. you tap past the story then go back to look again. you even rewatch it in the perspective of someone who hadn’t been there to see the photo taken to see how it would be perceived. hurting your own feelings knowing they could very well assume matt to be erin’s boyfriend with how close they’re standing and her lips against his face.

it’s very dizzying and ruining your high quite a bit, especially paired with andrea who continues to look to you to celebrate after every ping pong ball she throws whether she makes it or not.

you go to rewatch the story once more, only this time a text from matt slides down on your screen to interrupt your sulking:

MATT

Hey come here

Y/N

where???

MATT

Outside youll see me

you let andrea know you’re going outside for air before walking over to a glass sliding door to let yourself out.

you see matt holding a stick while looking down at his phone, fire pit radiating next to him, a mass of people surrounding it.

your arms wrap and hold onto your shoulders as you walk closer, feeling the breeze rack through your body despite the internal heat from the many drinks you've had over the course of the night.

as you approach, asha gets up from her spot on nick's lap to give you a hug, "y/n! hiii." she pulls away and her hands remain on your shoulders, "your cake was so delicious, i tried a bite of each."

"oh good, 'm glad." you smile.

she feels your hands, "are you cold, babe? come sit." she guides you over to the group of people sat around the fire. "you can take my spot, i'll stand," she insists and nick agrees smiling kindly.

you interrupt matt's texting to figure out why he wanted you here, cupping your hands to shout, "matt!" across the lawn from your spot atop nick.

he looks over and quips his head while moving closer, "hey, was just wonderin' if you'd try my s'more? nick thinks he makes them best." he smiles but you can't help but feel that there's a catch to this.

"always gotta prove someone wrong. yeah, i'll do it." you agree as he moves to grab the snack he'd apparently already prepared.

nick mutters, "don't let him bully you into liking his, and don't forget who's acting as your chair currently!" from behind you as you giggle into the bite that matt gives you, holding the smore in his hand up to your mouth.

you chew slowly and matt watches, chatter and crinkles of the fire filling the heated space. you finally nod your head and matt smirks, "so good, right?" matt asks and brings his hand to hold your face and wipe around the corner of your mouth, looking to his right with a smile then back to you.

you feel awkwardly and unnaturally sensual, moving his hand away from your face and searching for what he's looked over to, catching the eye of lucas, standing with a group of guys lighting up near a fence. so that is the fucking catch.

you lick your lips of any remaining marshmallow and shake your head, annoyed, "i don't know, it tastes normal and graham cracker is fucking stale." you look up at him and his face is adorned with confusion on your change of heart.

you feel too fucking weird about this. you wish you couldn't believe that he'd use your feelings towards him for some weird shit like claiming you from lucas, but it's not surprising in the slightest; matt wants his cake yet he'll always want to eat it too.

"yeah, nick wins." you pat the side of nick's thigh to grab his attention and tell him the news, making him cheer and bring you into his chest for a small hug.

matt's lips form the smallest pucker as he watches you get up and walk towards the house without further conversation.

"bye, y/n!" asha yells.

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matt lays flat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling to try and organize his many thoughts when his door creaks slightly, allowing a roar of party chatter into his space before it shuts again.

he lifts only his head up to see erin stood with a small smile before letting himself fall back into his plush comforter, "hey, i got your shit in the first drawer over there." he points to a tall dresser across the room.

he listens to her shuffle around before finding a large bag of weed, coming close to him and placing a few folded bills in his front pocket slowly. she then moves so that she hovers over his dazed face, "thank you, are you sure you don't need anything else from me? it is your birthday..." she grins and runs a hand over his chest. he mimics her smile (intended in more of a mocking way than she takes it) and laughs softly.

"no, i'm good on that, e. you enjoy your doobies and shit," he continues to softly laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides before she thanks him again and gives him a small peck.

"happy birthday, matty!" she sings before closing the door to his room and heading straight to his bathroom next door to pee.

matt would say it hasn't even been four minutes since erin left him when you're stumbling into his room. he repeats his look up, only to soften a bit when he sees you make effort to move some of his shoes out of the walkway so that you don't trip, "hi, baby" he waves you over with his fingers and welcomes you as if you'll be staying for long, "lock that door for me." he figures if you came to see him after storming away like that at the fire pit you're either gonna spit your thoughts in his face or sit on his face, there's no in between.

"i found you," you smile and twist the smaller knob to lock the door from the rowdiness. you then make your way over to sit at the end of his bed and begin to fiddle with the straps on your tiny heels, "my feet have been achin' so bad," you look at him as you complain.

"mm, i'm sure."

when your feet are finally free from your shoes you place them on the ground and adjust yourself on the bed. you silently grimace seeing matt with his shoes remaining on his feet despite being on his bed.

he giggles when you begin to unlace them, "feel like a fuckin' princess."

you roll your eyes and begin to pull them off, "with the way you act you might as well be one."

"ouch? it's my birthday," he holds his heart while looking to you playfully.

you tilt your head and drop his second shoe right on the floor as you stare back at him, "oh, i know."

"right. what's wrong now?"

you run your hands along his legs as you inch up his body and hover yourself over his crotch, "nothing. everything's fine, right?" you adjust your hair away from your face.

"sure, uh huh," matt looks up at you and bites his lower lip while moving his hands to hold and squeeze your full thighs. he silently admires the way you fill that tiny dress and look down at him from this angle.

you look away for a moment then decide to put your full weight onto matt, muffled groan leaving his mouth. your lips curve up as you pull his bottom lip from his mouth with your thumb to replace it with your mouth, sucking and kissing it. your tongue runs over his lips a few times before matt takes hold of your head and pulls you impossibly closer to capture your mouth messily with his own.

the kiss is a filthy, drunken sight: noses meshing and colliding, tongues playing and licking, and moans escaping and ringing into the air desperately.

you pull away with a wet smack and whisper into his lips, "i've got another present for you..."

"mmm?" his eyes widen and he squeezes your neck gently, kissing you once more, "for real? like, more than this?!" his hand feathers over your ass, insinuating the way you're sat on top of him right now could easily be his best gift tonight.

"yes," you breathe then begin to giggle, "you're gonna lose your shit, i think."

his mind can think of a lot of things you could do to make him lose his shit, "damn, okay. well, show me. you got my stomach dancin' and shit." he holds you so that you stay put as he lifts himself to rest on his elbows.

your smile bites over your bottom lip now as you raise yourself from his lap once more. your nail taps against your upper thigh as you look down at him, "kiss, please?"

he doesn't have to move much, as your leg is already so close to his face. he keeps heated eye contact with you when he kisses and marks the skin you'd point to, causing small mindless noises to fall from your mouth as you play with his soft hair (that you unfortunately hadn't seen much of tonight).

when he's finished he looks up to you with his red, puffy eyes and wet lips as you thank him, "now...pay attention." you gently demand as you slowly move your dress up your body.

matt studies your movement in awe, eventually catching your gift in his line of sight. he knows you must think you're so sneaky when you only show a glimmer of your lacy white panties, with a cursive red "M" embroidered near the waistband, before quickly pushing your dress back down with an uncontrollable laugh.

matt's face morphs to express a million different emotions and he doesn't realize how loud his voice is when he speaks, "what the fuck?!" he looks up at you- with your head thrown back laughing -then back to your covered lower half. "what was that? hold the fuck on," you body is so loose with laughter that he easily grabs you and flips you onto the bed so that you lay underneath him, still squirming in your own giggles (yelling a few "matt!"s or "matt wait i can't breathe!"s).

his face is full of amusement when he firmly lifts your dress to get a better look at what you've done for him. "oh my god, 'm gonna pass the fuck out. look at you, sunny!" he rubs his eyes dramatically and shakes his head. "no, you're so bad."

"you like it?" you ask, licking over your lips and reaching your hands up to trace the small hairs prickling on matt's jawline.

"course i do, the fuck type of question is that?!" he turns his face to kiss your inner palm before bending closer to kiss your lips once more.

"happy birthday, matt." you say in between kisses, "there's somethin' else if you look a little more."

"really?" he immediately splits from you and looks to your panties once more, running his hands over your lower stomach. the cherry red joint laying against your hip and tucked into your underwear catches him by surprise but the stoner in him nearly cums on the spot.

he removes it from it's place and kisses you mumbling a reminder that "you're so hot" and "the marijuana bug must've bit you real bad" before he gets up to store it in his bedside table, patting the closed drawer and joking, "for when i miss you."

he stands above you for an extra second to shake his head slowly with a tut, but when you whine "c'mereee," he's hushing you and removing his shirt before crawling back on top of you.

your hands run across every inch of his warm torso as you both sloppily kiss, and matt's own hands curiously make their way into your underwear for a proper feel of your wet core.

he allows you to desperately grind your hips against his hand until he eventually decides he needs to taste you. he lowers himself to face your clothed pussy, tracing the "M" with a finger as he places his tongue flat against you and places pressure on your most sensitive area.

his finger once tracing, now moves to pull the tiny piece of fabric off of you. he looks into your eyes as he easily stuffs the cloth in his back pocket, mumbling "mine now" while moving his fingers through your sticky folds.

you cry out when he dips two fingers into you teasingly, over and over again, and another series of moans leaves your mouth when he begins to lick over your clit eagerly.

matt continues his efforts, spitting on your clit a few times to watch it drip down to where his fingers harshly move inside of you; his movements quickening while he watches.

and just before you cum you dumbly warn him, which makes him stop entirely. "no, matt. stop, please come back. please."

"shhh. don't start that shit, you'll cum twice on your day..." he unbuttons his pants, "plus, you know it feels so much better when you wait and have to chase it a few times." he smirks and nudges your clit with his finger once more making you breathe out a moan and close your legs around his hand.

he pulls away from you to finish undressing before laying back dowm in his tight boxers, "come take care of me, sunny. i need you."

"hm...and i needed you too..." you lift yourself up and pout as you climb off the bed and get closer to where he lies, turning and moving your hair away for your back, "unzip me, please?"

he does just as you say and watches you finish removing your dress in only one movement. when you climb on top of him he now gets a view of your tits directly in his face that has him humming and immediately feeling you up.

he kisses and licks the skin while you scratch at his scalp in the most sensual way. you reach behind you to dip your hand into his boxers, immediately coming in contact with his sensitive and slightly sticky tip. he tilts his head back with a groan as soon as you begin to stroke him beneath the fabric making a sinical smile form on your face.

you push the boxers further down his thighs to fully expose him as you bring your lips down to him again. his moans flow into your mouth when you repeatedly rush your movements then slowly circle his head.

eventually matt's eyebrows pinch in terribly tight and he grabs your hand, sighing, "god damn, baby. chill or i'll be cummin' before i'm inside you."

you roll your eyes playfully, "okay?" as you adjust yourself to align over his length, before sinking down on top of him.

"mmm, fuck." he encourages when you lift yourself and slam back down on top of him. you move his hands to hold your hips then spread your hands over his chest as you continue.

matt can't help but slap your ass a few times after discovering the way your muscles flutter around him so perfectly each time. but one smack in particular aids you to practically fall onto his chest whining, "matt i can't, please just-."

he immediately lifts your face to give him a much needed kiss before reaching to realign himself and hold onto you as he thrusts rhythmically into you.

moans sneak from your mouth and interrupt you from kissing and holding onto matt's neck, which only encourage matt until he's completely flustered and drilling into you sloppily.

matt can tell you're cumming by your all too and familiar broken moans. and once you harshly kiss him and ask him to let go in return he finally stills inside of you and groans into your soft shoulder.

a silence coats the room, leaving the overpowering music and talking of the party to linger through the air in a cloudy murmur.

matt keeps his arms around you while you recover from your high, staring at the ceiling of his faintly lit room in questionable thought.

and he assumes you must be doing the same; only he mistakes the wetness of your tears for his own sweat as you turn your head away from him to dissolve your embarrassingly shaky breaths.

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tag list is in the replies ily!!!!

[adachimoe]

Random tidbits from Hashino's interview in the Persona Club P4 book

At the back of the Persona Club P4 fanbook, there's a 6 page interview with Katsura Hashino about the making of Persona 4. This interview is spoilerific and you have to cut the pages of the book to even read it lol. I have 0 desire to translate the entire thing (I don't trust myself with that, ngl), but here are some fun highlights from it related to Adachi. This interview/book was published in 2009, so before the anime aired, before Golden, before Arena, etc.

The identity of the true culprit - who filled Adachi's role before Adachi?

While developing the story, it originally had Izanami (Hashino very specifically mentions Izanami was planned since the start) and Namatame, and one of the themes was "how the characters get info". From what Hashino says, Namatame's role during this earlier stage in development sounds very similar to what we got in-game. Back then, he was considered the true culprit and he was well-meaning, but he lacked some pretty critical info. After Namatame, there would be the feeling that there was still someone out there, but that someone was Izanami, not Adachi.

The staff felt the plot was lacking, so they wanted to add in a stepping stone between Namatame and Izanami as an extra plot twist - a true, true culprit. And the first character who they considered for the role of the true culprit was................... not Adachi.

The very first candidate for the true culprit was Yukiko. Yup. This came from a half-serious, half-joking convo between Hashino and Soejima. Their reasoning for picking Yukiko was because in the Kindaichi Case Files, whenever there's a murder in the sticks, it's always the lady who runs the ryokan who's the culprit.

The next person who they considered was.......... Yosuke. They thought that because of how his character was shown as a decision maker with a good head on his shoulders, maybe he'd have a relatable reason for devising everything? They talked about making him a villain who would still be adored by players regardless. But Hashino was against the idea of having one of friend group as the culprit.

Ultimately, the reason why neither Yukiko nor Yosuke became the culprit was because their motives for murder would be too personal. Hashino thought that if it's murder driven by personal motive, then players won't be as invested. A personal motive would be too much like the "Tuesday Mystery Theater", a Japanese mystery TV show that was - from my understanding - character driven drama.

Hashino went back to the theme of "how the characters get info". At the time, there existed a person in the plot who's function in the game was to give the main cast information from the police's side. This character just so happened to give you info, and seemingly consequence free on their part - after all, what you did with the info after had nothing to do with them. They were careless. And Hashino followed this train of thought, thinking that kind of carelessness went well with antagonism.

Originally, Adachi was the aforementioned character. He was not the culprit, and he gave the characters info about the police's investigation. Following Hashino's train of thought, then the person who was giving away information would become this new culprit between Namatame and Izanami.

But there was an issue - if he was giving the main cast info about the investigation, then he would stand out among the adult cast, and him standing out might spoil that he's the true culprit. Thus, Hashino changed directions during development and started to create Adachi's character.

(See bottom of this post for a footnote about Adachi's old character design and some ramblings about his old role.)

The Thousand Curses and the Myriad Truths

Per Hashino, Persona 4 is about media literacy (no seriously it says media literacy in katakana wasei-eigo even). Izanami's Thousand Curses represents the lies of the media that humans believe in. The protagonist's Myriad Truths represents how, in this sea of misinformation and lies, you can only trust and believe in the words of those who are close to you.

(I suppose now is a good time to mention that the Japanese name for Myriad Truths is "Tens of Thousands of [Mantras / True Words]". A mantra is a phrase/word you repeat over and over, so it seems the Myriad Truths is a visualization of the protagonist unleashing all of the truths from his social links and bonds. All 10,000+ of them.)

Adachi's Given Name

Adachi's given name was not always Tohru. At first, it was Tamotsu, which is written 保. Hashino changed it to Tohru because the character for Tamotsu 保 could also be read Yasu when used as a name, and at the time, the staff was trying not to spoil who the culprit was.

Why would Tamotsu / Yasu spoil the game, though? Because "Yasu did it!" is an old ancient ur-spoiler meme thing from the 1983 adventure game the Portopia Serial Murders. Think of like... "soylent green is people", "Darth Vader is Luke's father", "Sephiroth kills Aerith", etc. Not only that, but the main character of Portopia is a detective, and Yasu is your buddy cop sidekick.

Hashino was already aware of the Yasu comparisons because one of the staff who read the script reacted by going, "So Yasu did it, huh?" But Hashino thought that Portopia was so damn old that gamers wouldn't know about it. Only turbo nerds working at Atlus know Portopia, right?

Wrong lmao turns out a shit ton of people knew about the Portopia spoiler. After character art of Adachi was released in a magazine promo for Persona 4, people reacted with, "Yasu did it", so Hashino very quickly changed Adachi's given name.

They had already recorded the audio for the game at this point, which included a line of Adachi saying, "I'm Tamotsu Adachi" when he introduces himself. Hashino had the audio team cut out him saying "Tamotsu", and this is why Adachi says, "I'm Adachi" and not "I'm Tohru Adachi" in April.

I'm sure there's an alternate universe where his name stayed Tamotsu and in that universe I am instead blogging about how you can read it as "Yasu" while explaining the Portopia Serial Murders. :')

Footnote Commentary

If you're familiar with the Persona 4 Design Works, Adachi's page mentions that originally during development, he wasn't the culprit but rather a misdirect. After his role in the story was revised to be the true culprit, Adachi's design was also revamped to be the design we know of today. But this red haired design was his original design back when he was apparently just a leaky faucet. I suppose since we know his name used to be Tamotsu, we can call this version of him "Tamotsu" lol.

Hashino doesn't really go into what he meant by "create Adachi's character", but I'm assuming since the Adachi character already existed in the plot, he meant like... "re-create" the character to fit this new role as the true culprit with this consideration about how he'd come off in the plot.

Hearing that the character originally gave you legit info about the police investigation is interesting, cause in the Design Works, opposite this page of Adachi's old design, Soejima also mentions that Adachi was originally a red herring. I can see how those go hand in hand - a guy feeding you accurate info? How would that not be suspicious?

I also get the impression that Hashino is indirectly saying that the Adachi we got in-game also feeds you bullshit, as to make him seem *less* suspicious, if him giving you legit info would make him more suspicious. Which, well, considering the first thing he says is, "Yukiko did it!" ...Hmm yeah okay lol.

I was pretty amused to see that Yukiko and Yosuke were names being tossed around to be the true culprit. Wild to see that the ancient internet rumors are actually true. Notably, Dojima is still not true. Very funny to read that the real origin was some partially nonsense convo between Soejima and Hashino where they're like, "Hey, so, about the Kindaichi Case Files."

The real moral of the story here is that Adachi is truly no one's first choice. Even his role as the true culprit was originally just a confused Namatame.

[toby-du-coeur]

p4 tdc liveblog feat. fla-minho

masterpost

fry's drivin all casual w his wrist on the wheel 😂

"if i was a crank" - nEWT -

b r o insert obligatory hole joke

thomas just like, backseat driving 😂

not the fla-minho on the dash 😭 please please please tell me this was intentional

the one bit where a crank sort of behaves like a book!crank {way more heartbreaking and scary [so i can kinda forgive the zombification bc.. book canon would be way harder to watch]}

right forget about minmin let's just have car sex -

frypan is underestimated, he survives the entire saga whilst maintaining chillness and humour and, he a badass

bren im sorry you're no match for newt, save it for teresa

the combination of extra fluffy hair and extra scrunchy face >>>>>

lol jorge wringing his gloves in distress

the amount that his hair is begging for Someone to run their fingers through it

for drowning ur sorrows about the impending apocalypse caused by ur organisation

Teresa in this scene looks awkward imo, vulnerable, and gangly and uncomfortably overdressed pls reese u don't belong here :'

these stats on minho continue to move. so. those are the readouts on them torturing him as they speak

[taldigi]

hey! i’m pretty sure it’s obvious that your fave game is p4, so I wanted to get your thoughts on the other two modern ones!

so what’s your completion status, fave character, and general thoughts abt p3 and 5?

btw i’ve been lurking for a long while (and i’m that aussie one lmao) so I thought i’d introduce myself!

moon 🌙

P5's complete. I'm a bit through a NG+ Arsene-only run but I kinda dropped it for p3r for the time being. Morgana's my favorite, followed by Ryuji, then Ann.

But sadly, I dont love all of them. Haru left something to be desired, and I genuinely dislike Futaba. I think she's a little overpowered and she takes away from the team as a whole. Skills and abilities discarded for "I can Hack That" and UGH it's lame. *waves hand dismissively* I explicitly remember.. I think okumura's palace? where the PTs come across a map and Futaba's the one who pipes up about it when- I feel like Yusuke should have been the one to say something? Or at LEAST Makoto? I halted my playthrough dead stop and got mods to remove futaba in favor of Morgana as Navi because I hated when she would override all out attacks with hers.

I picked up p5 cause It was on sale and I was unemployed at the time, waiting for interviews. I spent 2 weeks nonstop playing it. I love the PTs and they are SO precious to me. The game was wonderful and life changing and brilliant and it's honestly overstaying it's welcome.

P3...R. is mostly complete, I have a final boss to beat but honestly I know how it ends so-

Fuuka's my favorite. She's cute. Shinji second and Aki and Mitsuru tied for third. But honestly, I dont love the cast. I've always heard that p3 has the best story and-- tbh I dont feel that way at all. It has good individual stories that tie together well, and a good overarching story that serves to bind them all together well. But uh.. well.. *scratches head* It's.. fine? I only got annoyed playing p5 partway thru the final dungeon, I got annoyed playing p3r mayyybe around november. Maybe P3R isn't a good telling of the story? or maybe it's just not my speed. I didn't like the chemistry between characters that much- and I get that they're supposed to be strangers coming together-- but you know what? That's just not a flavor I like. I think!

[rorywritesjunk]

There's no race, no ending in sight

r rating. title comes from "two of us on the run" by lucius

(the end. a summary if you will. talk of body insecurity, there's reference to intimacy, mention of pregnancy, all kinds of things to wrap this story up. cliche ending? hell yes! thank you for reading my spontaneous au of these two, it has been so much fun to write and discuss! 🧡)

Taglist: @hey-august @thoraeth

pt 1 + pt 2 + p3 + p4 + pt 5 + p6 + pt 7 +Pt 8 + Pt 9 + Pt 10 + Pt 11 + Pt 12 + Pt 13 + Pt 14 + Pt 15 + pt 16 + Pt 17 (End)

Pt 17 (End)

Months later

Sunny woke up with her mouth full of hair, arms full of a shirtless clown, and a wish that she could sleep longer. Buggy was a heavy sleeper, always starting off beside her but ending up half on top of her halfway through the night. She wasn't complaining. She enjoyed snuggling with him.

She managed to get his hair out of her mouth, making a face once she was done. He was still asleep, huffing out a content little sigh as he nuzzled her, tightening his hold on her as he snored. Sunny rolled her eyes before kissing him on top of his head. She needed to start breakfast but he would fuss if she got out of bed before he was awake.

The last few months took a lot out of her, from Crocodile allowing her to leave to moving in with Buggy immediately, not only that getting used to someone who let her do what she wanted as an adjustment. If she didn't brush her hair, he offered to do it for her. If the bed wasn't made, Buggy didn't notice. If she wore overalls all week he was fine with that. He liked tugging on the straps to drag her along with him.

Buggy didn't seem to be getting too much shit from Crocodile, he was only met with one threat that he better treat Sunny well or else a few days after the marriage ended. Mihawk just seemed amused by it all.

They had hiccups in this budding relationship, any would, but Sunny felt relaxed and comfortable now, felt safe telling him no or that she disagreed with him. He was a little over the top sometimes with his reactions to things (Alvida gave Sunny a haircut, trimming off a few inches of her hair, and Buggy was shocked and demanded to know what happened while he may have cried a little over the sudden change) but Sunny wasn't bothered by it, more amused than anything.

Her biggest thing was asking him about doing every little thing, from bringing him a drink to asking if she could take Richie out for a walk. Buggy had the hardest time with that, wanting her to be independent and finally having to tell her she didn't need to ask to do every damn little thing, that he wanted her to do what she wanted because she could do whatever she wanted now.

That... Seemed to flip a switch.

Since then she would find him just to kiss him on the cheek or get a hug. When he'd come back from a meeting she would have a snack and drink ready for him, he wouldn't even think of asking for it but she always did, giving him a kiss before handing it to him.

Buggy knew he was in love before but now he was absolutely head over heels for this woman. And he could tell her that all the time without fear of injury.

Now he got to wake up with her every morning, which he was reluctantly doing now, thought he would have preferred to keep sleeping. She was playing with his hair, kissing his forehead softly, already wide awake. He sighed and finally lifted his head up to look at her.

"Can I keep sleeping?"

"No, Buggy, we have to get up. There's things to do." She told him, kissing him on the nose as he let his head drop back down with a whine. He hated getting out of bed. He just wanted to stay and hold her for a while longer. "Look on the bright side, no meetings today, right? You get to spend the day here with me!"

"Which means we can stay in bed, right?" He grinned. "I am technically in charge of this place."

"Yes, but not in charge of me." She teased him as she pushed him off her and onto his back. Before he could protest she moved on top of him, straddling his lap as she grinned down at him. "So I guess that means I'm also in charge, right?"

"Um-"

"Ohhohoho, Buggy, Chairman of the Cross Guild, is speechless?" She hummed as she rested her hand on his stomach, stroking the blue hair covering his skin before her hand moved up to his chest. "How would your men deal with the fact that your sweet girlfriend could get to you like this?"

"Don't tease, babe." He whined as she leaned down to kiss him, slowly rocking her hips, getting him flustered, hard, and his hands went to her ass but she suddenly climbed off him, giving his stomach a pat as he laid there, flushed and breathing heavily as she went to get some clothes to wear.

"Now you're awake, so let's get the day started." She told him, a big grin on her face as she started to change right in front of him. It wasn't fair.

~

She kept him well fed. He never went hungry with Sunny because she was always ready with food for him and he never hesitated in showing his thanks with a kiss. The first time they actually kissed, days after she showed up at his tent asking for a date, was definitely something Buggy wouldn't forget.

She had made him a sandwich, figuring he had to be hungry after a four hour long meeting with Mihawk and Crocodile about the investors from the party. When she brought it to his office where he was slumped over his desk, he thought he couldn't get any luckier when he saw the food she made.

He didn't even take a bite of the sandwich before he threw himself at her and kissed her. Though caught off guard, she kissed him back, blushing and smiling brightly at him.

~

When Sunny started to notice her clothes fitting snug in places, she realized she could use some of the skills she learned to help out her clothes. Though she wasn't able to complete her apprenticeship, she had practiced when she could, so now she got to try, letting out a pair of pants, adding extra colorful fabric to the sides of her shirts.

Buggy walked in on her in her underwear in their room as she finished sewing pretty blue fabric pieces to the sides of her pants to give her more room. She saw him staring at her and felt the excitement slip away. Was he going to be okay with this? What if he wanted her to lose the weight, or what if he got mad for wrecking her clothes, even though she made sure they fit and held up to her movements.

"Buggy, um-"

He kicked the door shut, startling her, before marching over to her to kiss her. That wasn't the reaction she expected.

"Look at you, so beautiful, wonderful, you're all mine." He grinned as he shed his own clothes before kissing her again, pushing her onto the bed as she let out gasps and moans as his hands went everywhere, touching her, grabbing at her stomach, hips, rolls, everything. He left marks along her body, more gentle than Crocodile had ever been, but he wanted her to know how much he loved her body as she whined and moaned for him.

When they were finished, she had her head against his chest, blushing as she looked at some of the marks along her arms.

"So... what do you think of the alterations to my clothes, Buggy?" She asked as his hand moved to her ass, giving it a squeeze.

"Oh, fine, I guess, didn't get a chance to see them on you, babe." He said smugly as she rolled her eyes. "I prefer them on the floor, though."

"Of course you do." Sunny stuck her tongue out at him before swatting his hand away from her backside. "But um, you're... okay with this?"

"With what?" His hand returned, moving to her thigh now. "Your clothes? I don't care what you wear, babe."

"No, are you okay that I... have to let my clothes out?" She asked. "My body's been changing."

Buggy stared down at her as he tried to think before he spoke, not wanting to say anything too stupid that would get him in hot water with her. He scratched his head and shrugged.

"I love it that you're feeling safe and relaxed, babe." He assured her, watching her face for a reaction as he hoped those were the right words. "I'd be worried if you didn't gain some weight, okay, so don't worry. I love you and your body, no matter how it looks, so don't stress."

"Really?" Tears welled up in her eyes. Buggy felt himself starting to panic a little bit.

"Y-Yes! I do, I love it!" He said as she started to cry. "What's wrong, why are you crying?!"

"Because I love you and you're so sweet!"

"That's making you cry?!"

"Yes!"

~

A few more months passed. The Cross Guild was doing well, Sunny was adjusting more to her new life, and she fell more in love with Buggy each day. It was getting harder to believe a life without him at this point, despite being together for such a short time, but twenty years of misery made her appreciate everything he did for her.

It wasn't perfect, they had two different personalities, but it didn't stop Buggy from constantly flirting with her, telling her how much he loved her, everything while Sunny would hold his hand and kiss him in front of his men, ignoring the cheers of Chairman Buggy gets the girl! which had Buggy turning red as Sunny laughed.

The biggest issue was one that Sunny just found out about. It was a surprise, she thought maybe she'd be too old as she hit 40, but a visit with a doctor confirmed why her body was feeling weird, she felt more tired than usual, except she was missing out on the morning sickness by a miracle.

How the hell was Buggy going to take this? They never even came close to talking about this, still in the early days of their relationship as they got to know one another.

If she wasn't feeling as safe as she did with him, she would have found some other way around it. Instead, at dinner after she made him a small feast and put her hand on his as he took a bite of food as she told him.

"Buggy, I'm pregnant."

He choked. She helped him out, making sure he was okay, and once he was done gasping for air, he stared at her with an expression she didn't quite understand.

"Really?"

"Y-Yea..."

His eyes lit up. "I'm going to teach that little shit how to fire a cannon, juggle, everything. That kid will be the flashiest little brat ever because they're going to be a child of Buggy the Clown!"

"You're happy about this?" She asked, surprised. This wasn't the reaction she anticipated, but at the same time, she wasn't sure how he was going to react. "Really?"

"Yes, really!" Buggy told her as he pounded his fist on the table in excitement. "I got the love of my life, most beautiful woman in the world, telling me she's carrying my kid? I'm going to have a kid I can raise to be one of the best pirates in the world! And when I'm King of the Pirates, everyone will respect us and fear us!"

"Yea?"

Buggy stood up suddenly and pulled her to her feet, catching her in his arms before spinning her around. He even dipped her, which startled her, but he pulled her back up to kiss her. She was a little flustered from the sudden movements, her head spinning, but she felt safe in his arms as he held her, kissing her face all over as he began swaying with her, slow movements, forgetting the food as he hugged her tightly.

"I love you, Sunny." He told her. "I'm lucky to have you."

She smiled and put her hands on his face, patting his cheeks gently, feeling the stubble under her fingers before she leaned in for a kiss.

"I love you, Buggy, thank you for having me."

He grinned and spun her around once more. He couldn't wait to tell his men the news.

[phxntomhives]

My Kuroshitsuji AU

This started because I wanted to write something else. All this was supposed to be the introduction. But it is too long, so take this for now.

Spoiler for well, all kuroshitsuji manga.

Important premise: the fire didn't happen/it happened but the Phantomhive survived (sorry servants). R!Ciel is not a sociopath as he may be now as a bizzare doll, what we saw when he was a child was a slightly obsessive brother that wanted to stay with his twin, for this AU he just grew up and maintained a couple of those traits. Sebastian also isn't here.

The twins life at Weston!

Since it's a happy AU (mostly), the twins just get enrolled to Weston, where they both go to Sapphire Owl.

Lawrence takes a like on both of them, tho he is more comfortable with O!Ciel since he is less mischievious.

R!Ciel may affectionally bully O!Ciel and Lawrence would defend him, projecting on him a little.

R!Ciel then actively starts a fight against Lawrence when he sees them bonding a little too much.

"Leave my brother alone, if you want a younger brother ask your parents. This is mine" and proceed to stalk them both.

Edward has to come and stop him as the older cousin. It didn't work, but R!Ciel did decide to slow his obsession down a little.

R!Ciel also absolutely despises McMillan, at first. But since he is always with O!Ciel, he can't do anything about it but suffer in silence. After a while McMillan shows that he is extremely good at getting information so he starts to warm up to him a little.

O!Ciel is better at fags/drudges activities so he is noticed by the P4, and R!Ciel is extremely pleased and runs around showing off his little brother.

Then Maurice tricks O!Ciel and R!Ciel gets furious at him. He tried to defend him with the other students but since they are twins they don't trust him.

When he overhears the night conversation between O!Ciel and McMillan, McMillan finally earned his seal of approval. From the next day R!Ciel treats him almost like he treats O!Ciel and he doesn't know why but accepts gladly the change of pace.

Later, thanks to Soma, the twins discover about Maurice plan and together bring it down with the same plan as in the manga (tho they had to do the work instead of just using Sebastian, so it took a little longer).

When Maurice tried to harm O!Ciel, R!Ciel joined Herman and Edward in running to the rescue. He checked his brother, ignoring Maurice completely.

The day after they exposed the truth, R!Ciel went home for the day for "personal business". Some days after Maurice was "so embarrassed that his real look's was reveal that decided to quit school and went to hide at home". No one ever saw him again.

O!Ciel tried to ask about the sudden disappearance to R!Ciel but he just smiled and said he had no idea what he was talking about. They are both very good actors.

No one mention it again, but all the students are now slightly scared of R!Ciel. McMillan thanks God that he somehow ended up on his good side.

After this, they both get to join the cricket team because they showed how to be smart and quick-witted.

They also both train very hard, R!Ciel has an easier life adapting and improving on the physical aspect, while O!Ciel relies more on strategy and mental play.

When the tournament comes, it happens with the same strategies. Vincent is in the spectators seats and he is trying his best not to laugh too loudly from his seat. He is very proud.

Diederik is also present and he is fuming while watching the matches. He will scold them both later.

Rachel is loudly cheering them both and encouraging them.

R!Ciel can actually make a couple of points in a fair way! It's more luck than anything but he talks about it like they were decisive.

The final strategy of switching the ball was O!Ciel's idea, but he didn't share the part about being hit on purpose by Greenhill with his twin.

When he got hit, R!Ciel froze on the spot, but O!Ciel was focused on the game and went on with the plan.

After he recover from the shock, R!Ciel doesn't let anyone get close to him, almost growling, and somehow brings him to the nurse. Vincent and Rachel follow soon after.

While O!Ciel is being visited, R!Ciel is outside picking a fight with Greenhill who doesn't fight back bevause he feels guilty. Diederik has to stop him.

O!Ciel gets invited to the midnight tea party, he feels guilty about going because R!Ciel can't go. R!Ciel doesn't stop him but follows him until he can because he is worried something may happen.

Nothing happens tho! We are happy here!

No one shuts up about the blue miracle part 2. Vincent can't stop bragging, especially to Diederik. Rachel talks about it to anyone that has ears.

Every year after that, the twins made it a personal goal to win especially to flex about it to Vincent and because they need more material to annoy uncle Diederik. So they spend their free time at school coming up with more complex and wild strategies.

The manual with the rules for cricket became twice its size by the time they graduated, because they had to keep add rules to not make the twins cheat. But they still won for all the years they frequented. After the second year they win, both the twins just annoy Vincent with "What would you know about sport? You only won once"

Do you want more? I have so much more, this arc is my will to live.

Edit: I made part 2 here

[randomanimeandmangablog]

I think the reason Yana is giving us such miniscule chapters is because this might be the last arc. With R!Ciel returning, I think he might know who killed the Phantomhives.

But honestly, I would rather she give us longer chapters and just write spin off series after it ends.

There are so many promising plots:

Vincent and Diedrich's early years

The Reapers' pasts

The P4's past and future

(If Ciel dies) What happens to the servants afterwards

She could write spin off series in just this universe for the rest of her life without running out of plots.

[ziracona]

[bluegalaxygirl]

Stay quiet (Zosan X reader) NSFW

MINORS DO NOT READ

Plot: This is an alternative to the end of Ruthless Part 10. Beast off the walking dead series. After the governor attacks your people you head back to help plan an attack back. Luffy's not happy with being left out so ends up following only to end up at the governors town. you almost died attacking the governor but thanks to the crew and your family you lived and after 7 days of being uncontuse you wake up. After a big party to celebrate you go back to your medical room with Sanji and Zoro only for things to get heated.

Warning: NSFW, Making out, Bandages, bad language, Drunk sex, PnV, BXB and GXB .

Reader is a gunslinger of the crew and the younger sibling to Rick. This isn't accurate to the show but it does contain characters and plot lines, deaths have been added that aren't apart of the show. Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, Established relationship, Reader is Female in this part. In the normal story their GN.

P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - P9 - P10 - P11

You lay back down on your bed with a sigh, it was almost midnight and you three finally managed to get away from the party. Zoro moved the mattress to the side of your bed so the three of you could be close while Sanji helped you get changed, the cook couldn't help but kiss over your bandages as he helped you change clothes "Sanji, please" you giggle as he kisses the one on your leg. Zoro finishes setting up the mattress and gets on the bed with you and Sanji, there isn't much room since your laying down and Sanji is on the end of the bed kissing your bandaged leg, but he finds room. "Let him baby" Zoro leans down pulling your shirt down a little, so he can kiss across from one shoulder to the other "You're drunk, both of you" You couldn't drink much with the medication your on so the boys drank for you, it was differently just an excuse though. "So, we're not aloud to pamper you when were drunk?" Sanji asks moving to your other bandaged leg taking more care around the area you were bitten "I'm not drunk just tipsy" Zoro mumbles making his way up your neck causing you to hum in delight at his kisses "You only say that when your drunk" you giggle running your hand through his hair as he pulls away to look at you "I know i'm not drunk because there's only one of you" he leans down kissing your lips, you can taste the booze but it's not strong, you kiss back as his tongue pushes its way into your mouth, you groan and open your mouth for him as Sanji pushes your top up, so he can kiss around your bandaged stomach.

You push Zoro a little as his hands wonder around your chest making him pull away watching you pant "Not here, there's people around" You whisper looking over at the door way thats just a blue sheet, the walls around you three are solid but there's no door in the medical ward. "We'll just have to be quiet then" Zoro smiles running a thumb over your lips, you can feel your body get hotter at the thought and the excitement of getting caught fills your body "What do you say Mi amourrrrrr?" Sanji smiles rolling his r's against your stomach close to your pantie line, the vibration sends shivers down your body and his voice makes your head spin, you grip Zoro's hair and slide your legs up as Sanji lays in between them "Ok" you whisper, Zoro leaning down to kiss your lips while Sanji removes your underpants throwing them aside before going back to kissing your stomach and pantie line. You moan as Zoro push's his tongue into your mouth and runs his hand up under your shirt lightly grabbing your breast "Mi amourrrrrr" Sanji whispers against your clit before kissing it. Your hips buck at the feeling, his hands going under your legs as he kisses around your folds before licking in between them. You moan into Zoro's mouth and grip onto him as pleasure rushes through your body "Already so wet for me, my love" Sanji whispers pulling away and undoing his pants as Zoro pulls away "Are you ready baby?" The swordsman asks taking your shirt off as you nod.

You look down at Sanji once your shirt is off seeing him throw his pants aside, his hard long cock standing up straight. Zoro leans over and takes Sanji dick licking up it making the cook shudder and hold back a moan, Zoro puts his mouth around the red tip and licks around it get it nice and wet before pulling away "Now remember, we have to be quiet" Zoro smiles kissing the cook on the lips before going back to you and kisses your neck "Can you two do that for me?" he asks as Sanji rubs his cock against your wet folds "Y-yea" You whisper trying not to moan at the feeling of Sanji's tip pressing against your clit "I'll stay quiet but if it hurts tell me ok" The cook leans down kissing your bandaged stomach "Put it in please" you whisper as Zoro starts sucking on your nipples making your back arch and your hands grip his hair. Sanji smiles down at you and holds your hip with one hand while guiding his tip in with his other. His thick red tip pushes against your hole slowly going in making you hold back a moan as it pops in. "Suck a good girl" Zoro groans moving up to your lips "Being so quiet on his dick" The swordsman whispers before crashing his lips on yours. Sanji pushes the rest of himself into you making you groan into Zoro's mouth at the feeling of the Sanji's dick stretching your walls open and rubbing against your good spot.

Sanji leans forward pulling your hips closer to him as he kisses up your stomach, he moves his hips making his dick slowly move in and out of you, his long cock and thick tip pushing your walls open every time he goes back in. Zoro pulls away and watches your now red face pant and hold back moans before looking over at Sanji who moves up to your chest and moans into your breast. You move your hands to Zoro's pants undoing them "You want me baby?" Zoro whispers standing next to the bed and taking his pants off, his thick cock slapping against his chest as his underwear comes off "So good" you whisper feeling Sanji cock get harder inside you as he starts to go faster while his mouth sucks on your nipples, the pleasure builds up but you want more "I want your cock" You whisper reaching out and placing your hand around Zoro's dick. The swordsman smiles leaning one knee on the bed as you lean over to lick his tip before putting your lips around it. Sanji sits up and thrusts harder into you, his cock going all the way out before shoving it back in, he groans and opens his mouth to moan loudly only for Zoro to pull him into a open mouth kiss to stop him form making noise.

You take Zoro's cock in your mouth sucking on it as you move up and down on it while moaning form the feeling of pleasure building up in your stomach and a knot starting to form. You grip onto Zoro's hips and your legs wrap around Sanji's waist as the pressure builds, Sanji's dick rubs against your sweet spot over and over again making the knot get tight and tighter along with your grip. Zoro pulls away from Sanji panting form the kiss and the feeling of your wet mouth on his cock, your tongue rubbing against the bottom of his dick as you slide it ind and out of your mouth. "You ready to cum baby" Zoro whispers grabbing your hair as you moan on his cock telling him yes "Your being too noisy" he whispers pulling you off his cock and stopping your form whining by placing his hand over your mouth. "You want to come on my cock mi amour?" Sanji whispers a hand on you breast while the other holds your hip. You nod your head while using your hand to pump up and down Zoro's dick, his breath quickens at the feeling of you squeezing his shaft. Sanji smiles pulling out before slamming back in making you jolt and bit down on Zoro's palm, his thrusts become faster and harder, his dick pumping your wet tight wall building up the pressure and pleasure inside. You moan into Zoro's hand as Sanji starts sucking on your breast trying to stop himself from moaning at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. "That's it babe, pound her pussy" Zoro groans out in Sanji's ear watching the cooks cock slaps in and out of your soaking hole. The knot tighten and soon snaps as you moan out grabbing Sanji's hair and Zoro's hand as your legs shake and mind spins. Sanji still thrusting in and out of your dripping hole at a fast rate as you cum over his cock.

You pull a little on Sanji's hair when he doesn't stop pounding you, the feeling of pleasure building up getting worse as he continues as he gets lost in the feeling of your walls clenching his dick "Babe, thats enough, let me fuck you" Zoro steps in removing his hand from your mouth letting you catch your breath as Sanji pulls his cock out of you "Sorry my love, got carried away, you ok?" Sanji pants moving hair out of your face as he moves up to kiss your lips "It was good" you smile kissing him back as Zoro gets on the end of the bed behind Sanji "I want to cum in your ass" The swordsman whispers bending over the cook to whisper in his ear rubbing his wet cock against Sanji's ass "Fuck me Zo" Sanji groans keeping his voice down as Zoro kisses up Sanji's back and pushing his tip in. Sanji holds back a groan burring his head in your neck as he leans over you, his ass in the air being held by Zoro. "You feel good" The swordsman breaths out pushing his thick dick in until he can't anymore "Zo... please, make me cum" Sanji moans into your neck as your rub his back, Zoro can't hear what Sanji with his head in your neck so you look up at the swordsman and smile "He wants you to fuck him hard". Zoro pulls back before thrusting into Sanji hard and gripping the cooks hips to move him back and forth on his dick.

You smile as Sanji whimpers and moans into your neck his arms around you holding you tight "Does that feel good honey?" you whisper getting Sanji to nod into your neck "i-i'm gonna" Sanji moans into your neck making you smile and run your hand through his hair before looking up at Zoro who's trying to hold in his grunts "I think he's gonna come Zo, you fuck him so good" you whisper making the swordsman groan and bury his head into the cooks back biting down as they both cum moaning but trying to stay quiet. Sanji moans into your neck slightly drooling as his hot seed splatters across your stomach, you moan into his ear making him shudder. Zoro pants trying to get his breath back before pulling away but keeping Sanji's ass in the air, so he can watch his white cum drip of the cook's ass "You take me so well" Zoro smiles rubbing the cook's ass before kissing and biting his ass cheeks "you feel batter now?" you ask pulling Sanji's red and messy face out of your neck to look at you "Yea, i needed you two, i love you both" Sanji places his lips on yours "I'm not done, i'm ready for round two" Zoro laughs a little standing up off the bed and around to the two of you "I'm tired sorry Zo" You sigh feeling bad but you smile as you look up at Sanji kissing his lips "I'm sure you can take another round" Sanji's face gets redder before looking over at Zoro who holds out his hand for the cook "You don't mind baby?" the swordsman asks as Sanji takes his hand and gets off you "Not at all, plus some times i like to watch" you wink sitting up and grabbing your shirt.

Sanji grabs a towel from the side and helps you wipe most of his cum off your stomach before you stop him "I can do the rest honey, have some fun" you lean up kiss him before turning to Zoro who kisses your lips "You were amazing baby" he groans running his hand over your cheek "Your perfect" The swordsman kisses you again before letting you go and taking Sanji by the hips laying him down on the mattress on the floor. You giggle as Zoro lays on top of the blonde and kisses him forcing his tongue in and moans while moving his hips back and forth their dicks rubbing together. Sanji wraps his arms around the swordsman digging his fingers into his back. You take your bandages off and grab some spares since there soaked with Sanji's cum but stop when you hear a groan you know all too well. Zoro sits up slightly pulling Sanji's hips closer trying to put his tip in again. "Here" you sigh going into the draw on the side table and into your bag grabbing a bottle of lube "Thanks baby" Zoro smiles taking it off you and squirting some onto his cock, Sanji sits up a little and strokes the swordsman's cock getting the lube all over "Are you ready for me?" Zoro asks pushing his tip against sanji's ass "Yea Zo, take me" Sanji groans before his hole is starched open by Zoro's dick filling him up and making him bit down on the swordsman's shoulder to hold in his moan.

Zoro pulls Sanji away from his shoulder and kisses him forcing his tongue back into the cooks mouth before moving his hips, his hard dick going in and out while Sanji's cock rubs against the swordsman's chiseled stomach, they both moan and groan into each other trying to stay quiet but getting lost in bliss. Zoro pulls away and pants trusting harder into the cook watching the man under him squirm with pleasure trying to hold in his moans by biting his lip. "You look so good like this" Zoro whispers kissing around the cooks chest and making his away up to his neck while Sanji's hand grip onto Zoro's arms and biting the man's shoulder trying not to scream out, he was getting close but couldn't voice it, the second round making him more sensitive. After bandaging yourself back up you lean over the edge of watch the two and noticing Sanji's face "You gonna cum again honey?" you whisper down Sanji's hand reaching up and grabbing yours holding it tight "I'm gonna- ah - cum too" Zoro moans out reaching his limit but sits up and grabs your face bringing you in for a kiss. You lean in and kiss back as he slams into Sanji who bring your hand down to cover his mouth. Zoro grips Sanji's hips hard as he slams in a few more times before cumming, filling Sanji up and making him cum too shooting white sperm over his own stomach. The two men moan out but its muffled by either your hand or lips until they calm down "Good boys" you whisper pulling away form to two to let them breath.

Passing the towel down to Zoro you now get a good look at the swordsman's back and run your hands over the reddening scratch marks before grabbing some cream for them. "Left marks again?" Zoro asks while holding back a laugh as you apply the cream to his back "Sorry.. Zo" Sanji pants still coming down form his high as the swordsman cleans up the mess they've both made "I don't mind, at least i know you enjoyed it" Zoro laughs trowing the towel to the side before looking up at you "Thank's baby" he leans in once your done placing his lips on yours, you lean in running your hand through his hair to deepen the kiss. Sanji smiles and runs his hands up the swordsman's chest while sitting up to kiss around the bit mark he left on the man's shoulder. You pull away cup Zoro's face "Get dressed, then you can sleep" you can see how tired he is, his eyelid slowly starting to close as the high ends "Yes mam" He jokes kissing you again letting you pull away fully, so he can turn to Sanji who's still kissing his shoulder "You were great" Sanji whispers moving away form Zoro's shoulder and to his face brushing his lips against the swordsman's "So were you" The green haired man whispers back connecting their lips and gripping the cook's waist pulling him closer only to lazily make out with the blonde feeling to tired to try harder.

Zoro soon gets up and grabs their cloths passing Sanji's to his before putting on his own "You alright up there love?" Sanji asks after getting dressed resting his arms on the bed to see you laying down already "Yes, although.... i'm missed our bed on the sunny right now" you laugh, the cell bed had only room for one, maybe two if you both laid on your side. "More like your missing us" Zoro walks over to the mattress on the floor holding his hand out to Sanji who looks a little confused but take it anyway standing up only for Zoro to pull him close "Get into bed, I'll take the mattress" The swordsman smiles kissing the cook down the neck before letting him go "Are you sure?" Sanji asks looking at you then Zoro who simply nods. You move over close to the wall as Sanji gets under the covers with you pulling your back into his chest "This ok?" Sanji asks trying not to push you to close to the wall "It's nice, your warm" Both boys smile at your comment before getting comfy, Zoro laying on the mattress and pulling the covers over him "I love you both" Sanji kisses your shoulder and closing his eyes "Love you both too" You and Zoro say at the same time before closing your eyes and falling asleep.

[peggy-uwu]

wait so if this is where the music hall was dumping bodies, how long has it been taking people's blood? like those r straight up bones, and it feels like the hall has only been running a few months: since the P4 got expelled?

I guess it makes sense if u consider that UT probs needed blood from the start to work on bringing r!ciel back

[redswaberkez]

HIIIIIIIIIIIII 👋 DO U HAVE ANY MORE PDUDE HCS TO SHARE :3

HAIII 💥💥

SCRATCHING MY HEAD MAYBE I HAVE A LITTLE. this is gonna be reAL SMALL and casual

brain damaged (bd and alt) is ALWAYS arguing. LIKE ALWAYSSS. on every aspects of everything. BUT BE PREARED WHEN THE WAIFUS BECOMING A MATTER OF THE ARGUE. somebody died. no one will survive

they are also THE quintessence of the internet cringe. THEY R COMMUNICATING W EACH OTHER WITH THIS NEW INTERNED WORDS AND MEMES and no one can understand them. like literally. what a gremlins

p3 and p4 trying to keep with bd's but they are ended up "like how do u do my fellow kids meme" and bd's b like... "k garndpas now lets go to bed..."

ok back to p1. I think hes quite educated and real smatr one. ykno. he has some MANNERS. and he is polite to strangers usually

once i said imo p1 is neat and cleany bc u HAVE TO keep urself as clean as possible when the infection is around.

unlike p1 redux is a gremlin too but im not sure abt him for now

doe is a lesbian prove me wrong (u cant) and she would love to get along with the movie bartender lady

NOW IM RUNNING OUT OF HCS... aaaaaa

[arcplaysgames]

Man do y'all remember when I was sad at the start of P4G because the game did not adequately pat my head and feed me soup and give me friends on day one like P3P did

that was fucking little leagues. I'm gonna light everyone in this game on fire.

Anyway, we are in the tutorial stages so lemme sum up except with there's weird shit I wanna pontificate on.

Reverie missed a bunch of school on his first day with frankly doesn't look amazing for him. We met Ryoji GODDAMN RYUJI on the roof, because all Persona games love the school roof, and he wants to go back to the App World so he can poke around on Kamoshida.

There is palpably some Beef between Ryuji and Kamoshida. There is some fucking t-bone 3-inch cut that I have seasoned in mushroom salt and fresh ground pepper and left to air-dehydrate for three days, there is soooo much beef between them.

In the Not-Velvet Room-- Look, I am gonna start calling it the VR for efficiency's skae but be aware I do not think this is actually the Velvet Room, or if it is then someone has booted Igor and is pretending to be him.

But yeah Notigor says our rehabilitation can begin and I just wanna claw my hair out. What's funny is I know for a lot of fans, Persona 5 was their entry point. Did they know this was as severely fucked as it is? I feel like the game is pushing Fucked As Hell vibes pretty well, so maybe it was obvious even to the initiated.

Oh so Notigor is the one pushing the unauthorized APK onto my phone. I think Reverie is rocking a Samsung, it's got that Chonk to it.

Also, I dunno what it's called in the Japanese... hang on, to google!

Isekainabi, or "Otherworldnavi" that's pretty good. Which, the adjustment of "navi" to "nabi" reminds me that Japanese doesn't use 'v' does it? Or.... wait.... R is also a no, right?

(That is shit I learned from fucking Metal Gear Solid 2 actually, because my beloved Problematic Fave Kojima called the big villains the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo, because they were 'invisible', they weren't even a part of the language, metaphorically speaking, which when I understand that I thought was fucking smart as hell, though I imagine the original voice actors who had to say it a lot and rapidly did not agree.)

ANYWAY I AM GETTING DISTRACTED, POINT IS, I picked a hilariously un-apt name with Reverie Vantas. That is a tongue-twister and I am sorry.

what the fuck was i even talking about OH YEAH Netscape Navigator, yeah. That's our Dark Hour/TV World, the Metaverse. I find it cursorily interesting that Persona has many different manifestations of the whole Jungian Collective Subconsciousness. P4's TV World was fully separated and impossible to access without the power of Persona. But Reverie and Ryuji stumbled like idiots into the....

wait, that cutscene from the start, that was Reverie's awakening to Persona. So what caused it. Also: Is that relevant to the mystery here like it was in P4, because in P4 that was super important, and I would prefer it wasn't Super Important again lmao.

God the Izanami thing was dumb. ANY FUCKING WAY.

I briefly meet THAT ONE GIRL FROM THE INTRO on the train, and her personality traits seem to be "worryingly doormat-ish" and "thin'

Like man, P5R is not hitting me over the head with DIET SODA ADS but we are still fatphobic, don't forget! BTW if you want a Persona game that doesn't do that shit, P3P Girl Route baybeeeee best Persona.

I am apprently ribbon girl's senpai and she bows to me twice nad runs off to school. Later, gator.

holy shit this game doesn't fuck around with its classroom questions, are you kidding me

also I am sitting behind Moot in class. how's your life been since relinquishing 4chan, moot? I hope it's better.

Mitsuru would use her rapier to carve you like a chunk of roast.

Kamoshida's influence over everyone is kind of baffling to me. It's a VOLLEYBALL TEAM. Oh is that the Japanese equivalent of a football team? Because then I TOTALLY GET IT, CARRY ON.

Like, I understand sort of academically that having sports teams is good for students but also I fucking hate school sports culture. Dunno if its as vile in Japan as in America but if its even half as bad, yeah, abolish it.

Ryuji is so far not the brightest bulb on the tree, bless him. He keeps trying to locate a castle and getting frustrated. Finally, we put him out of his confused misery and use the app to make castle happen.

HE IS JEALOUS! In almost every jock there is a theatre kid's soul, crying to get out.

Ryuji has like no indoor voice, Morgana, I am sorry.

Also, I have so far zero indication of Morgana's gender, which I do like. 8) Gender don't matter, just don't call me a fucking cat.

There is a huge tutorial section, and I immediately understand why this game is +100 long, these sequences are much more complicated now. There's psuedo-stealth mechanics? Blurgh.

Ryuji wants to save the volleyball slaves and Morgana explains that these aren't actually them, they are cognitive copies that are.... essentially the projection Kamoshida has of each person in the school.

I don't wanna be a jerk Persona but this is adding more and more complexity to your already complex world. But maybe I am still in P4G mode, where every aspect of how the Midnight Channel worked was a clue. At this point, there is no central mystery.

hey yo what the fuck

Somehow Kamoshida broke Ryuji's fucking leg?????

What the fuck happened there? Also yeah, Ryuji, I don't know you super well yet but I'm with you, we can wreck this guy. Holy shit.

boy howdy getting your persona stings a bit in this one huh

Ryuji has Captain Kidd as his, with is pretty fun NGL. So our theme is literally Various Types Of Thieves in this game, huh? I'm cool with that.