#but yeah i get kinda distracted with the idea of him when i'm supposed to be relaxing while listening to music

[cookiesandbiscuits]

While I love Ikemen Vampire and its characters, I do low-key hate the way it altered my brain permanently (lighthearted)

I was listening to Eine Kleine Nachtmusik earlier to wind down (I'm a fan of irl Mozart), and I thought: "Wow, Mozart is really amazing for making this music."

And instantly, my mind brought up the Ikevamp version of Mozart despite me talking about irl Mozart.

I cannot listen to his music anymore without thinking about the character based on him 😭

Me to this guy:

"My darling prickly pear.... I love you very much but please stop haunting my mind so randomly!"

[keirareidss]

Can I get a 3I 𓆣 at a friend’s birthday party?

definitely! I hope that's what you meant with the location I kinda had to guess. I also guessed that it was for spencer if not you can send me another ask and I can rewrite :)

build a fic choices: ꒰ 3 ꒱ missionary, ꒰ I ꒱ covering their mouth to quieten them, ꒰ 𓆣 ꒱ a bathroom at a friend's party warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, reader wears a dress wc: 0.9k

Penelope went all out for birthdays, especially her own. Every year, she had a theme and this year, it was 'pink out'. Her apartment was covered in pink decorations, pink lights, pink foods and the dress code was anything pink. Obviously she knew that Hotch and Rossi weren't going to show up in full pink track suits or anything like that but a simple pink button up or tie would be good. For those two, at least. She was expecting the rest of you to give your all.

At home, you'd helped Spencer put together an outfit, dark brown slacks with a light pink sweater vest, a dark pink tie added on top for flare. You wore a silk dress that matched the color of his tie but not fancy enough to upstage the birthday girl.

You arrived at the party, overwhelmed by the amount of pink. Your team mates looked out of place in her colorful, bright apartment, strewn about, chatting with each other. You and Spencer were the last ones to arrive.

"I, uh, I like your dress." Spencer approached you, hands deep in his pockets.

"Thank you, I like your tie." He smiles, his cheeks pinking slightly. You and Spencer had been secretly seeing each other for a few weeks and no one on the team knew. Not even Penelope, whom you told everything to.

You briefly considered gifting her a confession for her birthday, but you decided against it when Spencer gave you a small smile from his desk. Maybe a few more weeks in secrecy wasn't so bad.

"Do you want to meet in the bathroom?" You leaned closer to murmur into his ear. His blush grew three shades darker and he quickly glanced around the apartment to see if anyone heard. You were confident they hadn't, Penelope's pop playlist that she claimed 'captured the essence of pink' covering your murmured words.

"Um, okay." Spencer responded.

"Meet me there in five." You turned away from him and his brain went into overdrive. Does 'meet me there in five' mean go there now and wait? Or is she going first and I'm supposed to wait 'five' and then go? Maybe I'll wait three minutes, and then go to the bathroom. What if someone's already in there?

He waited three minutes, anxiously looking around, nearly flinching when Derek stepped over to talk to him, thankfully only for a minute before he was distracted by Garcia's first outfit change of the night.

When he snuck down the hall to the bathroom, he knocked twice and you opened the door, quickly yanking him in by his tie.

"Oh- hey." He barely got out before your lips crashed onto his, his back pressed to the door. Belt thrown off, tie undone, sweater vest yanked over his head, Spencer was quickly undressed before he could comprehend the feel of your lips.

He was rumpled and out of breath when you pulled away, grinning at him, your lip gloss smeared, half of it transferred to his.

"We- we should be quick."

"Yeah we will," You smash your lips on his again, murmuring against him. "I just need to feel you inside me." His breath hitches as you pull him forward, his slacks looser now that you've undone his belt, making him stumble.

"Is this such a good idea?" His voice raises in pitch as your hand plunges into his slacks, palming his cock through his underwear.

"Do you not want to?" You asked, pausing to look up at him.

"No! No, of course I want to, it's just... what if someone hears us?" You smiled, pulling him to the ground, him hovering over you, your hand over his mouth.

"We'll just have to make sure they don't." Spencer nods under your hand and you hike the skirt of your dress up your thighs. His cock springs free from his slacks, hardening before you.

The feel of him inside you is an experience every single time. He fills you up so well, even if he's not the biggest you've ever seen, and he's just so pretty you can't help but stare every time you free him from his underwear.

His moan is muffled behind your hand, eyes closing in pleasure before he even starts moving. The drag of his hips against your is delicious, his pace starting slow. He can never control himself for long, but he does try, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging deeply back in.

Your moans are soft and breathy whereas his are barely contained behind your hand. You can faintly hear the party continuing on without you on the other side of the bathroom door, the rest of the team oblivious to what was happening in the other room.

Spencer cursed under his breath, burying his face in your shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut, inhaling your scent as his hips stutter, his pace becoming frantic.

"Fuck, I'm close." He whines, muffled by your neck, damp with sweat, though the cold tiles under your back helped cool your heated skin.

"Me too." Your voice was a few octaves higher as you felt your orgasm growing closer and closer.

Your releases were simultaneous, your boyfriend's body slumping down onto yours as his hips jerked, the final drops of his release coating your walls.

Catching your breath was difficult when it was mingling with Spencer's who hovered above you. He was pulled to you, as if your lips were magnets and his with the opposite charges, your magnetic field lines aligning.

"Well... should we get back out there?"

Taglist: @superbeaglewitch, @perfectgoopfishuniversity-blog, totallynotabuckybarnessimp, @dramioneforevertilltheend. @cynbx, @diminombre, @tinythebunni, @pixie-verse, @westanleovaldito, @khxna

[mimipolo]

i am begging

the «reuniting with your ex in the games» BUT it’s Nam-gyu falling for Thanos’ ex😭😭

Nam-gyu x reader

|This was fun to write but I'm not totally sure I did the idea justice

|Also guys when I finish all the requests I DO write for other Squid Game characters especially if they're underrated 🤞

It was easy to want to find a distraction during the games, the pressure of just wanting to survive and leave with a pretty amount of cash being the only thing pushing him forward.

But conventionally that's when he noticed you. It was during the 6-legged race, you had already formed a reliable looking group and were encouraging a frantic looking man. He didn't understand how he had missed you throughout the other games but now his eyes always drew back to you like a magnet.

You weren't even doing anything that special, just talking to that bastard's chic that left him broke. It was your soft look of concern for her that had him falter slightly, he was holding his food as he stared in your direction.

He wanted to talk to you, badly.

As he's biting the inside of his lip, considering whether or not you'll ignore him a familiar cheerful voice comes up from behind. Thanos lazily swinging an arm around his shoulder.

"Whatcha looking at ma boy?" He asked in a playful tone, grinning dopily as he follows Nam-gyu's line of sight, only to land on. You.

His face screws up dramatically as he looks between the stricken look on his friends face and then back to you. Nam-gyu's about to speak up and ask Thanos to hype him up to go talk to you but he's not given a chance when he's suddenly being dragged towards him by both shoulders.

Thanos leans in to whisper, but he's still comically loud. "Nah man, that's my ex, total priss. Trust me you don't want that." But thing is he wanted it, and bad.

He's momentarily speechless as he glances between you and Thanos, torn between his loyalty and this new warm feeling you're giving him. "Yeah...uh huh." He doesn't mean a word of it, you're definitely going to remain on his mind until he can find another way to get to you. He's brought out his thoughts by a clap to his back. "Right idea man." He says nodding his head with a furrowed lip before spinning on his heel to bother someone else, most likely Se-mi.

He couldn't care less what he was on about, your smile was sweet and he felt eager to get your care and attention on him instead. Nodding to himself with a new found resolution as we walked to his bunk to eat his food.

It was honestly unbearable trying to ignore your prescence, he's high off his rockets but he's still looking up at the ceiling stupidly as he tried not to make it obvious he was actually looking at your way and you're only standing in front of him amongst a vast crowd.

Everyone was on their way to the next game, though the colours seemed to blur and blend together he could make out a stage which everyone instinctively stepped on. What kinda game is this supposed to be? His mind is too jumbled to decipher everything like he usually would and he finds himself easily joining in on Thanos' antics.

Blood smeared the doors and floors, the mocking song that blared from above ringing in his ears. All he really had to do was get into a group with the right number, that's all, if he could understand that at least he'd be just fine.

"Two!"

The child like voice sung out and for the last time chaos erupted. His gaze immediately moves to locate Thanos, they had been in every room together so far so he didn't think this time would be any different.

Apparently he judged wrong.

The purple head of hair making some unexplainable noise before grabbing Min-su by the shoulder and skipping off.

What. The hell.

He wanted to kill him, wrap his fingers around his neck and wring him to death, taking his cross as a reward. But now wasn't the time to fantasize. He was quickly growing irritated, cursing under his breath as he looked for anyone he could easily grab.

And that's when his eyes locked with yours.

You look as frantic as he is, and he's genuinely disturbed to realise that all he's thinking about is that you noticed him in this bloody situation. He's stopped in his tracks but you're rapidly advancing towards him, grabbing his arm roughly and tugging him towards a door, not even bothering to give him the chance to accept. He wouldn't have said no way.

When another desperate player tries to grab you to join their room he quickly comes back to reality, swaggerdly pushing the man away from you and rushing to close the door behind the two of you and locking it.

You're panting. Hair falling out your hairband which you briefly grab and retie. Finally your face rises to meet his eye, finally. His back is pressed to the door still, content on watching you do the simple action of tieing your hair back. Noticing your now slightly relieved gaze on him a helplessly boyish grin forms on his face as he swallows shallowly.

"Hey."

"Hi..."

His minds scattered and he's looking for words to say to you but he's cut off by the announcement that it was safe to leave the rooms. Seeing you lean off the wall to leave he steps aside, if he was sober he would've cringed at how you didn't even have to say a word to him to get him to move. He doesn't care right now, pleased to watch your retreating back profile.

His heart stutters slightly when you turn back to look at him with tired yet considerate eyes.

"Think the game is over, you coming?"

He breathes out deeply through his nostrils as he tucks his hair behind his ears as he speeds up to walk beside you. He was doing a terrible job of trying to suppress the smug grin threatening to reveal itself but you didn't seem to notice and if you did you were mostly unbothered. Instead prioritising looking around to see the remaining surviving players.

When your eyes meet with a certain someone. Sensing the shift in your mood he doesn't know why he's surprised to see a still cheerful Thanos leaving a room with Min-su meekly following behind. His mood clearly shifts when he catches sight of you, quickly approaching the two of you, shooting Nam-gyu a judging look.

"You bitch... who woulda thought you'd end up here when you left ya boy when he was at his worst."

"We're not doing this right now, I'm tired man." He scoffs and crosses his arms at your words, rolling his eyes as he rocks from side to side.

"Convenient of you to leave after the fuck up at the competition."

"Well yeah, you managed to find a new hobby I wasn't a fan of."

You spat the words out bitterly, only getting another tsk from Thanos as he tongued his teeth. Nam-gyu could feel himself sobering up and he was able to recognise he was getting to see you up close, how grateful he was. Even if you were scolding his best friend, that scowl on your face making his heart race.

Unexpectedly those pretty eyes turn to look at him questioningly, looking him over carefully.

"You close with him?"

God knew how badly he wanted to say no to have a chance of gaining your favour but an alliance with Thanos had still done him good until now, even when he ditched him. He bit his inner cheek as he looked anywhere but your eyes.

"Yeah..."

"I see."

Thanos honestly felt offended seeing how reluctant Nam-gyu looked to admit he knew him but before he could throw any sort of tantrum he's being ushered away from you and towards the crowd of disheartened people heading for the exit. A small laugh leaves you as you watch the two, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you watched them. That guy, he didn't seem the type to be around someone like your ex, at least from what you saw today.

Everyone's currently catching their breaths and mourning those they lost. Thanos was occupied with rapping random lyrics at Se-mi and Min-su, meaning a great opportunity to potentially sneak off and see you. He wouldn't ask for anymore of those pills, he needed full focus right now, and this time analyse every curve of your face to the t.

Se-mi spares him a mean side glance as she notices him slipping away, only sighing and leaning her cheek on her palm. She couldn't care less for where he was going but she wouldn't lie and say she wasn't slightly surprised to see the man leave his dictator's side without an announcement.

You're sitting on the edge of one of the bunks, mindlessly staring towards the floor, the small group of friends you had made had been illuminated in the last game and it had left your last source of community disjointed and broken.

Your head perks up at the sound of someone clearing their throat, your brows raising slightly when you find it's the guy from before. You smile lightly at him and he swears he's found the meaning of life.

"We were a pretty good duo in that last game huh?"

"Guess you could say that."

"I was uh thinking. I could try and convince Thanos to let you in our group. I know he's-"

"I'm good."

Your blatant rejection stung more than it should, instinctively tucking his hair behind his ears.

"Thanks though, I appreciate the thought."

"Oh, course."

Immediately he forgets about all the ways he could try and convince you. Spacing out at your oddly gentle sounding words that had him strung on each syllable. He's dumbly nodding as he looks up at you with his hands peaking out his tracksuit.

"You're not as bad as him."

You say honestly, you knew of your ex's right hand but he had never particularly stood out to you until now, and at his luck in a generally good light. Tilting your head at him at his silence you sigh and lean back on your hands.

"You shouldn't listen to him too much."

"Right, yeah."

"What's your name by the way, mines [Name]."

He hadn't realised that you didn't know he already knew your name. It took several on the low eavesdropping sessions but it was a prize he proudly acquired himself. Chuckling sarcastically at himself he realised you had also asked him his.

"Nam-gyu. I know Thanos is a dick and all but you can come to me... If you want."

He had an easy going expression on but his heart was racing and he genuinely feared it might stop right in front of you, he's convinced he's pushed this too far already, obviously you'd want nothing to do with him when he's literally best friends with your ex. Yet you chuckle slightly and give a soft nod in return, a knowing smile he felt he'd been waiting ages to be directed at him.

"I'll keep that in mind, Nam-gyu."

Fucking jackpot.

[queer-obsession]

Just a small drabble. Kenma has a high maintenance girlfriend and has no idea (read: he doesn't care and thinks you're way too amazing for him). Song below makes me think of the dynamic

Warnings: Kenma x Fem!Reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, you're into your appearance and typical "feminine" things (by heteronormative standards) in this one, you are just mentioned in this, not actually in it. it's more of a conversation between kenma and kuroo, sorry. really short, i could expand the concept into a fic in the future.

Kuroo looks over Kenma's shoulder to see what's distracting him from Kuroo's riveting story of his last business trip and is surprised to see Kenma confirming an online order. "Buying a new game?" Kuroo asks with a grin.

Kenma rolls his eyes and leans away from him in response. "No. I ordered a new bag for ____ ." His tone suggests it's nothing out of the ordinary, and it isn't, but it still causes Kuroo to raise an eyebrow.

"She's kinda high maintenance, huh?" Kuroo comments his thoughts out loud.

Kenma scrunches his face up as he looks at Kuroo like he's stupid. "No."

Kuroo pauses for a moment and just blinks because Kenma is not naive or oblivious. In fact, he's able to read people almost freakishly well because of his anxious obsession of staying a head of people so they can't catch him off guard and humiliate him or something. There is no way Kenma is oblivious to your tendencies. "You're buying her another handbag..." Kuroo says slowly.

Kenma grunts in response and looks back at his phone. "A tote bag," He mutters the correction. "And I'm buying her it because she carries so much shit in her bag it hurts her shoulders. This is supposed to be internally padded without it being noticeable."

"And...you don't think that's...high maintenance?" Kuroo inquires as if speaking to a child.

Kenma huffs in annoyance and looks up at Kuroo again. "No. She's easier to please than my cat."

Now Kuroo is seriously confused. "What?"

Kenma looks at him like he's stupid again. Kuroo feels like he's on the outside of some inside joke. "I bought her a year's worth of nail sets for valentine's day and she was skipping places for the next week," Kenma tells him bluntly. "She's so easy to please, it's ridiculous."

Kuroo looks at him in bewilderment. "Kenma, she gets a new nail set every month and she hardly ever wears the same outfit twice. She gets embarrassed if someone sees her when she's not fully done up."

Kenma purses his lips. "Yeah. She likes when people admire her," He tells Kuroo as if it's obvious. Kuroo is genuinely so lost right now. "That's not high maintenance, it's easy to understand. If she was super complicated to read and clingy, and nothing pleased her then she'd be high maintenance. She's not any of that."

Huh, Kuroo never really thought about it like that, but he supposes it makes sense for a guy like Kenma. He likes things straightforward and he appreciates people who understand him and his need for solitude. You're straightforward in what you want, you don't expect Kenma to make himself uncomfortable to please you by demanding he takes you places or anything, and you're fine to give him alone time since you like alone time too. Kuroo supposes you being a little materialistic and into your appearance doesn't bother Kenma since it's simple and he seems to be able to understand it, which is all he cares about.

And, now that Kuroo thinks about it, it's not like you ask for Kenma to do any of the things he does. You were into fashion and being done up long before you met Kenma, to the point that Kenma didn't believe you were into him for a while because you seemed so out of his league. It's not like you sought Kenma out because you wanted a guy to pay for your nails. Ever since Kuroo has met you you've had a new nail set every month, happily showing it off. Now, Kenma pays for it though, and he almost looks as happy as you do when you show off your new set to him. Maybe that's what Kenma meant. You are pretty easy to please in that regard and maybe Kenma likes pleasing you, and seeing remnants of it whenever you wear something he bought you or have a new hair style he payed for. Kenma isn't good with words, but he's decent with actions. Maybe he likes that he can please you so easily with actions.

Kuroo smiles at his friend and chuckles to himself. "Well, whatever you say, Kynma. She's your girl."

Kenma scrunches up his nose and turns back to his phone. "Don't call me that."

[chrisgirly4l]

Fantasies

dom C.S x sub reader

summary- Chris finds out about your sexual fantasies with him in your journal.

Word count- 1033

a/n- This is my first fanfic I've ever written so I'm sorry if it isn't good I tried lol.

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"y/n, for this project you will be partners with Christopher" your English teacher says with a smirk on her face, almost like she did this on purpose. Putting the quiet girl with the most popular guy in school.

Chris looks at you from across the classroom as his friends laugh and make fun of him for getting a "bad" partner.

After everyone gets assigned their person he walks over to you, pushing the nearest empty desk beside yours. You look down at your lap and fidget with your hands trying to avoid eye contact.

"hey, so I guess we're partners..." Chris says awkwardly. "yeah, I guess we are." you mutter quietly. The silence between you two lingers uncomfortably, though the rest of the class is conversing at full volume.

Chris finally decides to break the silence by saying "do you know what we're supposed to do, I wasn't really listening." You roll your eyes and reply sarcastically "clearly. All we have to do is make a slideshow about the book we read, you did read the book right?" He looks at you with a lopsided smile and sheepishly says "I was kinda hoping you did.." After exchanging numbers and summarizing the book for him class was over, finally.

If you didn't think so before it was now confirmed that this was going to be a shit show. A total complete shit show.

Later that night as you laid down to go to sleep, you couldn't help but think about Chris. The way he ran his fingers through his hair, his kind, genuine voice, and his blue eyes that almost seem to twinkle when he smiles. You start to overthink the situation, Do I have a crush on him? Does he have a crush on me? No, it isn't possible there's no way i'm falling for a guy I've only talked to once!

Since your thoughts were barring you from sleep, you decided to do what always helps you relax, journaling. Though it may seem like a stupid hobby, you've done it for as long as you can remember. It's never failed you and you know it won't fail you now.

You lay stomach down, pen in hand on your bed and begin to write, after what feels like a short period of time you check your phone and you've been writing for close to an hour! When you go to read back the many pages, you realize what was supposed to help convince you why having a crush on king of the cafeteria was not a good idea, was really just you spilling all of your most sexual fantasies you've imagined with him.

Walking into English the next day you pull out the same journal to write down all your homework you have to do tonight. Chris takes a seat next you, your shoulders brushing slightly, but the touch enough to make your heart skip a beat. While your distracted your journal falls off your desk, on the floor directly beside him, the pages flipping one back onto your entry from last night! You quickly reach to pick it up, but he already has is and has started scanning the page. "woah! who's this about, I guess your not so innocent after all." he says with a smirk clearly trying to tease you. "shut up Chris, just give it back!" but it's too late by the time you get your sentence out, he read his name at the bottom.

You stare at him anxiously waiting for his reaction, but instead he puts the notebook down and walks out of the classroom silently. You cover your face with your hands, utterly embarrassed when your phone dings, It's from Chris "Bathroom, now" You gawk at the screen, not even able to believe what your reading. Nevertheless you get up and walk to the bathroom.

Hesitantly, you push open the restroom door, and scan the room. You don't see him or anyone else, for that matter. You walk down the line of stalls till you're swiftly pulled into the handicap one at the end of the line. Without delay he immediately holds you against the wall, his knee in between your legs and his lips planted on yours.

You pause before relaxing into the kiss, your body pressed against his and your hands sliding into his hair. He slips his tongue into your mouth gently, gaining intensity gradually. Your body heats up as the realization hits you that your making out with the Christopher Sturniolo, one of the most sought after guys at school!

While deep in thought Chris whispers in a gravelly tone "Wanna make those fantasies come true?" Your face turns bright red as you slowly nod before his lips come down to your neck. He sucks and nips at the skin, leaving dark bruises, and causing you to whimper faintly. Steadily, he slides his hand under the waistband of your pants, leisurely rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb. You look into his eyes, your moans pleading for more. He quickens his motions and palms your ass, your whines only getting louder.

Suddenly, echos of the bathroom door swinging open spread across the whole room, startling both you and Chris, but instead of stopping the lustful act, he covers your mouth and slams two slender fingers into you. You gasp under his hand with suprise and pleasure, as he begins to finger you at a moderate pace. "You're such a slut, letting me finger you at school, now shut up and take it like I know you can." He whispers seductively, his lips moving back to yours, the kiss needier than the first, his hands accelerating pace inside you. Your muscles tighten around his fingers "I'm gonna-" You cut yourself off with your orgasm, pressing your face into his shoulder while squirming under his touch.

The bathroom door slams shut, as Chris pulls out and chuckles "You did so good for me baby." You blush at the praise and nickname. "...thank you?" You instantly feel embarrassed at your reply, but the feeling quickly subsides when Chris smiles at you and leads you out of the bathroom at the bell.

"Same time tomorrow?"

[rosenclaws]

accidents || a sugar and spice drabble (Baker!Logan x Reader)

a/n: Here's just a cute little baker logan drabble <3 Its short and I kinda hate it BUT I wanted to get something out to you guys since I've been slacking the last couple of days.

wc: 1k

link to the og fic

"Bake at 350 for 20 minutes..." You glance down at your own messy handwriting, trying to see where you went wrong with these damn cupcakes. Logan has been giving you some private baking lessons at his house.

Yes you two did actually bake, among other things. But he did actually teach you some of his favorite recipes, including these cupcakes you swear are magical.

After a couple months of lessons you wanted to surprise Logan by showing him just how much you've improved. So you told him to come by your place after work and to not bring a thing but himself. But dinner was the last thing on your mind right now because of these damn cupcakes.

You glance at the clock, only 10 minutes before Logan was supposed to get here. Sighing you throw the recipe on the table. The frosting is made but the cupcakes are still watery in the middle. You wanted to frost them before he came by but there was no way in hell that was going to happen.

Maybe you could take them out of the oven and stick them in the fridge? Then distract Logan and frost them when he's not looking?

Ugh. What a disaster. You open the oven and reach over to stick a toothpick through the center. Suddenly a knock at the door makes you freeze.

Fuck. Logan was early.

"Hey sweetheart? Hope you don't mind but I got off work earlier than I thought. But I brought some pastries that didn't sell." You can hear the smile on his face. He never listens when you say not to bring anything now does he.

"One second!" You just need these out of the oven.

Take them out and let them cool. Without thinking you reach in to grab the tin. The very hot tin that has been in the oven at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. Not your smartest idea. The moment your hand gripped the tin you didn't register the pain and then it hit all at once.

"Fuck!" You yelp as you drop the tin on the ground. You grab your hand and run to the sink. Turning on the cold water and putting your hand under it.

"Is everything okay!?" You hear Logan ask. His voice filled with worry as he tries to open the door.

"Yeah! Just give me a second." You call back, trying to hide the pain in your voice. You take your hand out from under the faucet and try to stop yourself from crying. Just breathe.

This is so embarrassing. Sheepishly you walk over and open the door. Hiding your hand behind your back as you try and smile. Logan clocks something's wrong immediately. Your teary eyes give it away in a heartbeat. Worry over comes him as he pushes past the door.

"What happened?" He asks as he sets down the bag of pastries.

He looks over the counter and sees the spilled cupcakes on the ground and still running faucet. His face softening as he turns back to you. He can see the way you're trying to hide the pain. The way your lip quivers as you try to stay strong. But you don't have to be strong for Logan.

"Sweetheart, give me your hand." Reluctantly you bring your hand out from behind your back.

Logan takes it and gently looks at where you burned yourself. You sniff quietly as the pain really starts to get to you. You let the tears fall as he accidently brushes up against your skin. "Sorry, I'm so sorry." He quickly apologizes, one of his hands cupping your cheek to brush a few tears off your face.

"It's not too bad, do you have a first aid kit?" You wordlessly point to under your sink and gently takes you with him.

"Come here, don't cry you'll be okay." He lifts you onto the counter so you can sit while he rummages through the first aid kit. He pulls out some aloe vera and a bandage.

You wince as he squirts some aloe onto your hand. He gently massages it into. Trying his hardest not to hurt you further. Yet his rough hands are nothing but soft as they take care of you. His hands are so warm too. Slowly your tears stop as you let Logan fix you up.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you with dinner and cupcakes." You whisper. Logan glances up at you, wrapping the bandage around you firmly but not too tight.

"There's nothing to be sorry for sweetheart, I've burned myself countless times." He hums as he brings your hand to his lips. Kissing it softly.

"Feel better?" He asks with a small smirk. You think for a moment before shrugging.

"Maybe after a few more kisses." You mumble making Logan laugh.

"Alright, I think I can do that." He presses another few kiss to your hand, trailing his lips up until he's at your neck, and then your jaw until he finally reaches your lips. You let out a few soft giggles as his beard tickles your skin, making him smile.

"There's that perfect sound." He hums as he gently helps you off the counter.

He puts his arms under your legs and your back and scoops you up in his arms with ease. Carrying you to the couch and placing you onto the soft cushions.

"Do you want to order pizza?" He asks as you settle on the couch. Turning the TV on to some random crime show. Sighing you nod your head yes. Looks like your real dinner date will have to wait.

"You're a real quick learner, but maybe you should leave the baking to me." Logan teases with a wink. You roll your eyes and throw his arm over your shoulder, forcing him closer.

"Shut up old man." You bite back, huffing as he gently moves your arm out of the way so he doesn't hurt your hand.

"Aw don't be like that," He purrs, burying his face in your neck to pepper it with kisses. "I'm only joking, I'll be your first aid whenever you want."

"Would you be dressed as a hot nurse too?"

"Okay, now you're pushing your luck sweetheart."

[quickstappen]

track 001: when all hell breaks loose

A/N: this is my first one, it was supposed to be y/n BUT i just didn't like how it looked? idk, i needed to have a name so everyone meet Marceline ;))

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marcilazzaro1 new day, new city! explored zandvoort today before coming back for media duties ;)

(charles_leclerc, carlossainz55 i am watching you, do not make my life harder this week)

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carlandoo333 she's so mother i can't

pierregasly so i don't get credit for the photos?

↳ marcilazzaro1 everyone knows you're my personal photographer love

pierregasly belle, mon ange 🤍

↳ marcilazzaro1 grazie 🤍

↳ ilpredestinatox I JUST WANT EHAT THEY HAVE

babygirll oh no! i was at that caffè today, i can't believe i missed them!

maxverstappen1 they can't stop themselves, it's in their blood

↳ marcilazzaro1 maybe if you stopped distracting a certain someone during his interviews he'd actually do a good job

↳maxverstappen1 eh

lilymhe are we still on for drinks after FP2?

↳ marcilazzaro1 lily, love of my life, of course we are

↳ alexalbon excuse me? i'm the boyfriend here

↳ marcilazzaro1 not for long now albono ;)

sheilaxf1 I'm so here for lily and marci being the ultimate girlfriends

↳ landoscar814 they are iconic

charles_leclerc when have i ever made your life difficult

↳ marcilazzaro1 you want that alphabetically or chronologically??

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marcilazzaro1 and that's another podium in the bag! bébé i am so proud of you, you have no idea. my heat speeds up every time i see your happy smile, every time i feel like i'm drunk on the champagne with you 🥂 here's to many more, i love you completely 🤍

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pierregasly it's a pleasure to share this journey with you mon ange, i can't wait for the next chapter 🤍

↳ marcilazzaro1 🤍🥂

sundaylover okay whos cutting up onions and shit

hammertime_1 oh yeah she is in looooovee love

maxverstappen1 what about my podium?

↳ marcilazzaro1 redbull is spoiling you enough and j already texted you, stop fishing

↳ cuddlyxricc i absolutely love their friendship

↳ byelandoo right?? i feel like she's the only media person he doesn't automatically hate ↳ cuddlyxricc the fact that she's works for ferrari and not redbull makes it even funnier i swear ↳ byelandoo christian is having an aneurysm as we speak

danielricciardo see you at the after party (you have to convince him to do a shoey)

↳ marcilazzaro1 ah, i fear that i will not make it to the party, i still have work to do daniel ;) but you guys enjoy yourselves. and watch out for the hand please, will you?

elplanxincoming am i the only one or was Pierre's comment kinda weak after the WHOLE PARAGRAPH she wrote??

↳ sunshine_dr3 god i didn't want to say anything but yeah, it feels forced almost

ilpredestinatox the story is definitely working, Charles looks so good i don't even remember the race

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marci's messages

Marci: where are you? are you still at the party?

Esteban: No.

Esteban: Me, Lance and Mick are all in my room.

Marci: Can I come?

Esteban: Aren't you supposed to be surprising your boyfriend?

Marci: I guess I already did.

Marci: I already packed my stuff, I don't really have anywhere to go. Ferrari doesn't have the extra room for me this weekend and the hotel is packed.

Esteban: Merde, Marci. Of course you can come here, I'll even let you have the bed.

Marci: Thank you, Este.

PF: That's all I have.

PF: For what it's worth, I really am sorry that this hapened.

Marci: Still, you ALL lied to me and treated me like an idiot.

Marci: So really, your "sorry" doesn't mean shit now, does it?

PF: Why do you think I took those photos?

PF: I wanted to tell you. So many times.

Marci: Why didn't you then?

PF: I'm sorry.

Marci: You know what, fuck you.

Marci: You're lucky I didn't expose all of you. You all knew what he was doing and none of you said anything. That's fucked and you know it.

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marci's messages:

Pierre: Baby, what's going on?

Pierre: Where are you?

Marci: Why, is your friend already gone? What, didn't stay the night?

Pierre: What are you talking about?

Marci: Spare me, Pierre. You know exacly what I'm talking about.

Marci: If you need a reminder I'm sure that twitter's ready to jog your memory.

Pierre: What the fuck Marceline

Pierre: What the hell did you do?!

Pierre: Merde

Pierre: Are you actually insane?? This is a PR nightmare, you KNOW this

Pierre: You have to delete those

Marci: Oh yeah, I don't think so.

Marci: I already apologized to your media team for the chaos, I ain't deleting shit.

Pierre: You're a bitch, Marceline

Marci: Fuck you, you absolute scumbag.

Adam: You get a week of PTO

Adam: It's a non-negotiable order from upstairs so, yeah. See you next week. Go relax, wind down. Heal.

Adam: We're all sorry that this happened to you, the media team is standing with you.

Marci: Thank you, Adam.

Marci: Also, what does "upstairs" mean?

Adam: Fred's orders.

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marcilazzaro1 some much needed home time on the big boss' orders ;)) thank you for your kind words and support, see you soon everyone.

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charlies_sun we're all with you marci 🤍

scuderiaferrari Big boss says to rest up and come back stronger!

↳marcilazzaro1 got it 🤠

↳ilpredestinatox this is so sweet

sheilaxf1 i just don't understand how could he do this to her

↳hammertime_1 RIGHTT???

danielricciardo the personalised dart board and dr3 wine are already on their way

↳marcilazzaro1 thank you Daniel! it's much appreciated

danielricciardo everybody loves a farm girl 🤠

↳marcilazzaro1 do they now?

↳lestappen116 are they...... flirting?

↳ilpredestinatox GIRL, bfr her and pierre JUST broke up, besides idk, i've always had a feeling that he gives her the ick? idk

sundaylover how does she look so GOOD??

↳carlando333 she's so mother i can't-

michael_44 oh boo hoo, she's been cheated on. that's no reason to slack off on her work

↳elplanxincoming oh fuck off

maxverstappen1 there might be an incident at T1 at Monza, just say the word

↳marcilazzaro1 thank you maxie, but that won't ne nessecary 🧡

brunolazzaro03 good to have you home, even if you're stealing all my ice cream

↳marcilazzaro1 come on, mum said i can have them

redleclerc_ the fact that Charles hasn't commented is deeply upsetting to me

↳ quickstappen i meann.... not surprising considering it's his best friend we're talking about

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marci's message:

Claire: Hello, this is Claire. We spoke on instagram.

Marci: Yes, we did. Im Marceline.

Claire: I know.

Claire: Look, I'm sorry that this happened.

Claire: I really am.

Marci: Stop please

Marci: Can you just explain it to me from the beginning?

Claire: Yeah, sure. Of course.

Claire: I met Pierre at a party in Milan that I went to with my friends.

Marci: When was that?

Claire: Last June

Claire: I think.

Marci: Okay

Claire: I'm sorry.

Claire: Anyway, we met and he was really shocked that I didn't know who he was. And I really HAD no idea who he was.

Claire: He said he worked in motorsports, I've never qustioned it and never tried to search for him.

Marci: Why didn't you look for him?

Claire: Honestly? I didn't care enough. For me it was just sex.

Claire: I didn't even know his last name. Just had his phone number.

Marci: And you met up multiple times?

Claire: Yeah, whenever he was in Milan. I swear I didn't know he had a girlfriend. He said he was single when we first met.

Marci: Well, we started dating in 2019 so... he definitely wasn't.

Claire: I am so sorry Marceline.

Claire: I found out about you from twitter. There was this hashtag trending and suddenly there was this picture of me plastered all over my timeline.

Claire: I've tried to understand what's going on, and I found out I've been screwing someone's boyfriend for the last year. God I'm so disgusted with myself.

Marci: Don't be, please.

Claire: I swear I wouldn't get with him if I knew that he was taken.

Marci: I don't blame you Claire. Any of you. It's not like you MADE him do it.

Marci: Thank you for contacting me, serioulsy.

Claire: It's the least I could do, I didn't see another option.

Claire: Text me whenever you need and I'll try to shine some light on things.

madi's radio: hello, that's a first smau in a series, so if you want to be notified about the next parts just dm me, i'll set something more efficient up later ;))

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DISCLAIMER: i do not know anything about this people, this is not real life, this is just something for fun, i do not know anythings about their life or personalities!

[qwanderer]

closet argument from The Case of the Very Long Stairway as a gift for @shaylogic for the dgd anniversary exchange!

I wrote a little dialog-only ficlet to go with it, which you can read under the cut!

"Fuck, I can't get this door open. Charles. Do you wanna, you know, do the ghost thing and then let me out?"

"Right. Bad news."

"Oh my God, we're stuck? Is that what you're telling me? Are we stuck in this stupid little closet in the Cat King's tacky little boudoir?"

"Might be."

"Ugh, I can't believe you got us both stuck in here."

"Oi, you weren't much help, Crystal!"

"Well you said you had a plan and then didn't tell me about it! How was I supposed to know how to help you make it work?"

"I didn't know we could get trapped like this!"

"How are we even trapped? I mean I get it, I'm a regular person, I can't walk through walls, but you're a ghost. …It's not iron, is it?"

"Nah, it doesn't burn, it's just… I can't seem to do the whole ghost thing right now."

"What does that even mean? You are a ghost."

"I guess ghosts are solid here?"

"Yeah, real helpful arcane knowledge."

"Dunno what to tell you, it's the best I've got!"

"God, is arguing in closets gonna be, like, a whole thing with us?"

"I hope not."

"How long do you think it's gonna be?"

"If it's longer than a couple of hours, Edwin will find us."

"I dunno, he seemed pretty far down the research hole when we left. Not sure he even knows we're gone."

"I'm pretty sure Edwin will find us. Eventually."

"Right. So, tell me about this plan you had."

"It's stupid."

"I think we can all agree on that at this point."

"I wanna make, like, a present for Edwin, and I want it to be a surprise, so I can't ask him for help making it, can I?"

"Okay, but why the Cat King? And why the catnip? And why am I here?"

"Well, if I go off somewhere with you, Edwin's not gonna think it's weird, will he?"

"Which is great, by the way, if we're relying on him to rescue us and meanwhile he doesn't wanna interrupt our date."

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't think it through. Thought the Cat King was a friendly now, or at least close enough. And he got annoyed at us in the first place 'cause Edwin was mean to his cats, so I thought, well, I'll do something nice for 'em instead, won't I?"

"I mean, they did seem to be enjoying it, I'll give you that."

"I hoped it would maybe distract his cats a little, stop 'em from listening in, but I had no idea it would distract him!"

"Yeah, he is fully baked right now."

"Definitely not the plan."

"Where did you even get potted catnip?"

"Grew it."

"You grew that?"

"Yeah, we have kind of a little garden up on the roof of the Agency. Herbs for spells and stuff. Some things we use enough that it's easier to grow our own than trade for it."

"That's really cool, actually."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I always kill plants. Anyone who can keep them alive is pretty impressive to me."

"So, uh…"

"What. What is that look."

"Have you ever played seven minutes in heaven?"

"Yeah, a few times."

"Oh, is it a favorite pastime?"

"I wouldn't say that. I regret most of what I've done while playing that game."

"Tell me."

"You didn't bring it up because you wanted to hear about shitty things that happened to me before."

"Maybe not, but if you wanna talk about it…"

"All you really need to know is despite everything that kinda sucks about tonight, I'm enjoying it a lot more than any of those nights."

"Yeah?"

"And despite everything you did to help get us into this mess, I still like you a hell of a lot better than anyone I shared a closet with back then."

"That so?"

"Sweetie. Stop fishing for compliments and kiss me."

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Spoiler for Deltarune Chapter 3

Some Gaster, Knight, and Ralsei thoughts I have:

I showed my friend Chapter 3 today, and appearantly If you die to the Knight, Gaster is supposed to talk to you? Didn't happen at my playthrough, as far as I remember...

Is it actually possible to Beat the knight in that Battle?

anyway, I kinda think don't forget is about Ralsei now? Since Susie assured him that He won't be forgotten, and he kinda is with us in the dark.

Also it's kinda interesting that like, I think Ralsei suffers from existential dread (I don't actually know how to use that word correctly) Like not only is he super terrified of the Roaring, but also of just his object breaking, or something, right? I mean we all die eventually, and I think Ralsei knows lightners die as well but, when you are also told that your only purpose is to exist for others, and through "dying" you kinda failed that purpose... that must be pretty scary for someone with such low self worth

I wonder if "we don't exist, we don't Matter" is also a coping mechanism because then the reality of dying becomes less painful? If you never mattered then your death doesn't either.

I also think Ralsei started to realized how deeply unhappy "not being real" actually is for him, so he kinda tries to distract and cope with it, maybe even through the TV Show, and through continuing to tell himself (and Tenna) that he is nothing.

I find him expressing that he shouldn't have feelings, that he thinks he's selfish for having them and, I think he even said that it really hurts him that He is not "enough" for His friends really heartwrenching to read, i don't know they're Just such strong expressions, Just wanted to Put that Here...

At the end of Chapter 3 he does give Susie a lightner smile after she cheered him up, but I don't fully think he is completely convinced yet that he actually Matters, but he's starting to heal, I kinda also wanna see him grow a bit more though, maybe have him Break down at some Point or actually have a "Noelle" Moment. But then again I'm scared we might also part ways with Ralsei at some point because he isn't able to convince himself that He Matters. Spoiler for Ch. 4 but He is the only one without a Guts stat. Maybe that just means he'll gain one, but I don't have such a good Feeling about that right now...

I was also thinking about the kinda obvious "don't escapism too much" metaphore a bit, but it doesn't work that well for me, since... None of These characters are real technically. It's not like Ralsei is a Videogame character with pre-programmed dialogue that will run out of options, at least in a world where every character is a Videogame character with pre-programmed dialogue options, and yeah darkners are a bit more over the top than like, a normal Person would be, but honestly, Most lightworld npcs are the same? Ralsei clearly has more complex feelings than the Idea of the "flat Darkner", and many darkners think about deeper stuff as well. By all means there is no reason why Ralsei shouldn't be considered a full friend, Susie even says that it doesn't matter to her If Ralsei is real or not, and his character arc points in that direction, but right now there are just enough signs to Point in the direction of "Ralsei was right". If for example Dess really Is the Knight, I can easily See her getting corrupt by the darkness to the Point she ended Up looking Like that and with These insane powers, and if spending too Long in the Darkworld results like this then... yeah that's not good. Also again with the Gaster not acknowledging darkners as relevant, even If one of them is a Main character, and the whole "Darkner plushies are okay, but lightner plushies aren't" thing... Is the metaphore Just in a "the lightners make the darkners and all their Problems up completely as they go? That also doesn't make that much sense, otherwise Tenna would've probably mentioned Kris immediatly when He talked with Susie about the fun they Had, or Ralsei wouldn't have talked about that purpose stuff with Susie, it clearly Made her uncomfortable in Chapter one, and I honestly doubt that she really thinks about needing to Server Others or something, unless it's her deep, deep subconciance... I don't know, I just think stripping all the realness of a character away for a metaphore like that... Not the best ending imo, I hope it's some sort of middle thing or something...

Actually yes, maybe that's really it... Kris's meta Story/Arc is "what is it like being a Videogame Protagonist" but from the Angle of "it was out of your control/ maybe even against your will". A story about "what is it like being a fictional character" fits just right in there, no? And if Kris can Rebell against being controlled, why shouldn't Ralsei be able to decise that he actually is real, is allowed to have feelings ect.

When I wrote my general thoughts about Just where I'm currently at in the chapters, I often found myself thinking "dang that Ralsei stuff sure Sounds a lot like Kris right now" I think the two really have more in common than they (or even we) realized.

I don't regret choosing the being nice to Ralsei Route, poor boy...

I'm actually really scared that he is just straight up going to die at the end. I mean, I mentioned "doomed" Ralsei here and there, but doomed doesn't necessarily have to mean death, just ending up alone forever suffering under your own beliefs or destiny ect.

I still haven't really started the Chapter 4 Main Storyline yet, I was just going around Home and Castletown a bunch, so I am optimistically terrified of what's to come next.

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Traffic jam

Smut: MDNI

Warnings: Piss kink, omorashi, slight humiliation, Word Count: 1076 Summary: You and Jisung are stuck in traffic and poor Jisung really has to use the bathroom Authors Note: If you don't like how it sounds don't read it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Jisung had to go, he had to go so bad, but he couldn't. Traffic was at a standstill, and unexpected construction halted your travels. Jisung wiggled uncomfortably in the passenger seat, regretting the coffee he had chugged before getting in the car.

"Are you feeling okay love?" You ask him, patting his thigh from the driver's side. A rosy red color was spreading on your boyfriend's cheeks.

"Ah I'm fine... Just need to use the bathroom is all."

"Are you sure you can hold it with the traffic?"

"Well I have to, don't I?" He lets out a nervous chuckle.

You smile sympathetically at him, "I guess so, I just cleaned out the car too so I don't even have a bottle you could use if you get desperate."

Jisung did his best to hide his disappointment from you. His face dropped ever so slightly hearing that his only backup plan was ruined if things got to that point.

You grab his hand, "Don't worry I think it'll clear up soon, after that we can get off at the next exit."

You were in fact lying and you knew it. The both of you were still hardly moving and your GPS predicted a 40-minute slowdown.

You put some music on, trying to distract your boyfriend from the growing pressure in his bladder. And it worked, at least for the first three songs, then he winced from the discomfort again, awkwardly shifting.

"Are you sure you don't have any spare bottles in here?" He sighs in despair.

"I'm sorry love, I really don't think so but you can check."

He swiftly takes off his seatbelt, removing some of the pressure that was pushing against his full bladder. He climbs in the back seat, looking all around in every cup holder and under all the seats. All he can find is his hoodie that you stole from him.

You hear him whine out in frustration, "There really is nothing..."

He climbs back up to the front seat, flinching as he puts his seat belt back on.

"Hey, what's that in your hands?"

"This? Its the hoodie you stole from me."

You have an idea and you know he won't like it, but for whatever reason, it excited you ever so slightly. "Well, if it comes down to it, I mean, I know you don't want it to, but maybe you could just use the hoodie.."

Jisung's eyes get big, he doesn't want to believe what you just said. "What do you mean use the hoodie?!"

"Well... it's pretty thick so it's gotta be somewhat absorbent right?"

"I guess you're right, I suppose it's better than my pants..."

You can't lie to yourself, at this point, you're a bit turned on by the whole situation. Your hot boyfriend is holding his crotch, shifting every second, doing his best not to piss himself. Poor Jisung is getting so desperate his actually considering pissing in his own hoodie.

The two of you go silent, the radio now off and the only sound filling the car is Jisung's shaky breaths, his hand holding his crotch doing his best to not leak everywhere. You recheck the GPS, but there are still 30 more minutes of slowdowns.

"Jisung? Baby? I want you to know if you do have an accident it's not a big deal. Neither of us knew we'd get stuck like this. And... it might actually be kinda hot."

That's when his eyes really get big, bigger than you've ever seen, before squinting in discomfort. "Hot? You think me pissing myself would be hot?"

"Well... yeah, there's something about seeing you so desperate that's driving me kinda crazy. Maybe I have a piss kink, I don't know."

At this point, he's too desperate to piss that he can't even comprehend the fact that you admitted to having a piss kink. What he did hear though, was that you wouldn't be too mad at him for ruining your car.

He swallows hard, he keeps his grip tight on his dick as he unbuttons his pants, taking some of the pressure off his bladder.

10 more uncomfortable minutes pass, he's sweating now, the pain just about intolerable. You see him tighten his grip on his crotch, the smallest dark patch appears on his pants.

"Jisung you're going to hurt yourself just piss into the hoodie."

"I have to go so bad I don't think I can even move..." his eyes are glassy, tears threatening to fall. You grab the hoodie, placing it in his lap. Next, you undo his pants the rest of the way, reaching in and pulling his cock out of his damp underwear. You wrap the hoodie around his member, "Jisung, baby, can you lean forward a little bit? Just to help make nothing gets on your pants."

He groans, taking the hoodie from your hands. He moves forward ever so slightly, he can already feel his hot piss starting to escape. You pat his back, "Just let go Jisung, you'll feel so much better."

Your words destroy any chance of him being able to hold it in. His piss comes out fast, turning his gray hoodie dark. The hissing sound of him filling the hoodie echoes in your ears, as well as sends a tingling sensation straight to your core. "That's good baby, let it all out."

He's practically crying at this point, part of it from embarrassment but mainly from the intense relief he is feeling. He turns the hoodie with his hands, doing his best to not let his piss overflow and leak through. The poor piece of clothing can't hold much more though. His bladder is nearly empty but the hoodie is now fully saturated.

His stream lightens up finally, the final bit of his piss drips onto the floor mats of your car. He takes some deep breaths, finally feeling like he can properly breathe again. His cheeks are red from the shame, and his hands are unsure of what to do with the soiled clothing.

"Just place it on the floor mat Jisung, if they're weather proof I'm sure they're peeproof."

"I'm really sorry Y/N, you must think I'm so disgusting..."

"Disgusting?! Jisung that was so hot, as soon as we get out of this traffic and get home I want you to fuck me every single way you can."

His face lightens up for the first time since you got stuck in traffic.

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Spidey

Spidermen!Leclerc brothers AU

Summary: The thing about being bitten by a radioactive spider can prevent you from ever getting drunk. I mean- it can, right?

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Bad english (sorry guys, I'm brasileira) and bad writing.

Word count: 1.9k words.

A/N: This is my first actual post here! I'm sorry if it's bad, or messy.. just hope you guys get the vision. That one was supposed to be in my drafts (like all the other ones, including the "part 2" for spidey) but I figured there's no reason not to post. Hope you like it!

The good thing about being a hero is the sweet taste of victory. Of course, you need to ignore all the lost lives, the fact your body is constantly aching and the (daily!) existential crisis. But tonight, they were not thinking about any of this. Tonight they were winners.

Since the universe entered a certain state of madness and some heroes started to have problems finding their way home (have we forgotten someone?), all the universes faced changes and challenges. And that's how now on Earth-1999991, a certain blonde God is guiding three excited brothers through his kingdom. The so loved Asgard.

"—Man, I told you, kid can't skip classes!" –Lorenzo protests weakly.

"—C'mon! I promised to show you Asgard and we just saved the world!-"

"—New York, actually, not the whole world-"

"—Same thing, Charles. What actually matters is to party tonight! We deserve it!" -Thor guides them through the castle, heading straight to the ongoing party. The doors open once the guards identify Thor, a simple nod making the heavy old thing open with a loud sound.

The brothers were not waiting for such a huge party though. Even from the door they could see lots of heroes and civilians dancing like there was no tomorrow, drinks flowing around as well as easy smiles and loud laughs. Arthur’s eyes widened in wonder. That was surprisingly better than any of the college parties he’s been to. Charles dropped the “I can’t party on weekdays ‘cause I have work tomorrow” act and immediately went to seek something to drink and Lorenzo just shrugged. They could use a distraction from the routine anyway.

It didn't take long for Charles and Lorenzo to sit by the bar, Lorenzo sipping on a beer and Charles sipping on the fruitiest cocktail known to man. Their relation with drinking is kinda funny if you think about it.

Lorenzo was a little bit older when he got bitten by the radioactive spider. It happened on a field trip and he really tried to hide the aftermath from his family. Sharing a room with his brothers didn't help tho, and that's how the three of them started sharing the secret. The thing is, he had enough time to have a teenager life. To drink, get drunk and to start to like beer (I mean- their mom dont need to know this, okay?).

Years after that, Charles (now older and way more conscious about the fact his older brother is freaking SPIDERMAN), got so curious and worried about Lorenzo that he thought it was a great idea to just work at Oscorp for a while. That way he could find a way to study and understand what was going on with his brother plus make some money out of it. We all know the idiot got bitten too, right? Congrats, I guess. And he was young too. And a tad more innocent. As they couldn't get drunk because of the freaking venom on their veins, Charles almost spitted every drop of alcohol he tried ever since. Why would he go through the torture of pretending to like that taste if that wont even get him giddy and flushy and fucking drunk? So yeah, just fruity sweet cocktails for him.

As for Arthur, well.. It took them like a year or two for Arthur to get bitten too. Being the nerd he is, of course he thought that going on an amazing adventure/field trip at Oscorp would be a lovely idea. He would get to see Charles working there (not as an intern anymore!) and spend the day learning more about interesting things. Let's not talk about the fact that he followed Lorenzo's steps without even realising. Lets also avoid the fact that he consciously chose to enter a room full of radioactive spiders. Like by choice. Not his brightest moment. At least, as Arthur tried to convince his older brothers, they wouldn't get the experience of dragging him out of a party while he’s drunk. Like.. He can't even do that anymore.

Was Arthur the kind of guy who goes to crazy parties and lives his teenage years at its maximum? No. But Lorenzo chose to be quiet about it. Not Charles though, who reminded Arthur of an even funniest situation they had to go through. Something about a blondie guy stuck on the ceiling or something. But that's a story for another time.

The point is Arthur never got interested in alcohol. He was always too aware of the fact he can't get drunk and that (according to Charles) the shitty drink doesn't even taste good. So there he is, sitting on a couch close to the dancing floor, way too interested in his coca cola to move and still too entranced by the vision of the dance floor and the crazy people there to go back to sitting with his brothers. His focus only switched from the party going on when Loki number ?? sat next to him. To be fair, apparently we have more of them than we can count now and the Leclerc guys only agreed on who was Loki 1, 2 and 3. The point is, the Goddess looked at him with a mischievous smile.

“ —Not much of a drinker, spidey? Or do you just rather sip on your apple juice?”

“ —Hi to you too, trouble” -Arthur rolled his eyes, unable to stop the smile forming on his lips. “ —I’m not much of a drinker. Not like I enjoy the taste or can get drunk anyway.”

“ —But this is a crime! I mean, unless you really have a bad story with alcohol or something. In this case I support you, man” -He nodded in denial with a laugh, confirming that he, in fact, is not a recovering alcoholic or someone with an unknown dark past. “ —In this case it is a crime. How can you live without the intense shame of knowing how you act when you're drunk? It brings up character, really.”

“ —Sorry that I cannot satisfy your sadistic side with my drunk stories.” -Arthur answers with a laugh, kinda interested to see where this conversation will take him.

“ —First of all, let’s not bring up my sadistic side yet, alright?” -Her malicious words and the wink she sended his way made Arthur flush a little. “ —You know, us Gods also can't get drunk. At least not like humans. Something about the amazing power, about being perfect, pretty, amazing.. Something like that” -The jokingly exhibitional tone doesnt go unnoticed by him.

“ —Oh no but that's terrible! How can we live without the stories of the Loki number interrogation point?”

“ —Shut up and listen, dummy. Ever heard of the ambrosia of the Gods?”

At the same time, Charles and Lorenzo interrupt the important conversation they were having (why does Charles almost faint every time he sees the Deadpool guy? His name’s Max isn't it?) to look for their younger brother.

“ —Have you seen him since we got here?’ - Lorenzo looks around.

“ —Not really. But he's a big guy. He can take care of himself.”

“ —Yeah Charles, I know. But we are the ones in danger here if mom ever thinks about the possibility of us getting home and forgetting child number three here.”

“ —Fair enough.”

Charles had barely completed the last sentence when he sees Lorenzo squinting in the direction of the dance floor where a very excited guy is dancing on a table while a feminine figure laughs hysterically. Charles laughs and murmurs something that sounds like “For fuck’s sake”. That is until Lorenzo looks at him with widened eyes. Oh no. Guess he found Arthur.

“ — WHAT THE FU-”

Bonus Scene:

Some years ago..

Charles hates when Arthur doesn't answer his phone. Especially after he moved out and Arthur kept on living with their mom, it is annoying to be ignored especially on days like this, where he just needed to know if his old notebooks were there. In need of the formulas he created to make his webs (They still don't understand how Lorenzo can produce them naturally and Charles definitely can’t), he had no option but to go to his mother’s apartment and wait for the best.

After getting there and entering the place with his old key, Charles can hear a thud coming from the bedrooms. He stops in his tracks, trying to identify the sound with his spider sense going crazy. Is it an intruder? Who’s there?

When he hears another thud, this time the sound is followed but a sound that suspiciously sounds like a groan. His face crunches in disgust. Ew, What the fuck? Is Arthur..?

…

After snapping so many pictures that his eyes are burning, Lorenzo was hoping for some time to relax and maybe doze off on his desk while his boss doesn't come back. But when you’re a Spiderman (And a Leclerc) you need to be always ready when plans change. And to be fair, being a photographer for the Daily Bugle does have some qualities, a fact proven by the fact Lorenzo was able to leave his workplace for an hour, in order to run to his mother’s house. Charles was very convincing about an emergency needing his presence and a tiny part of Lorenzo is hoping for this to be worth it after all the suffering to run there.

When he arrives, Charles is serving himself some chocolate milk with the seriosity of an old man. He is about to ask Charles what's the emergency when he also hears the thud. Then the groan. His face goes through all the stages of grief before he whisper-shouts.

“ —Did you call me here to let me know our younger brother is having sex? That’s just sick, you asshole”

Charles just sighs

“ —Trust me, you wish it was that simple”

Moved by curiosity, Lorenzo follows Charles as he walks through the house and leans against the wall staring at their old bedroom, taking a sip of his chocolate milk and then nodding his head towards the open door.

What Lorenzo sees is, against all the probability, more than unexpected. For a man who has seen almost everything, he's surprised to be surprised.

Arthur is just.. Sitting on a corner. Nothing new under the sun, really. I mean, that would be if he wasn't sitting on a corner of the ceiling.

He’s clearly struggling, his hand stuck on the ceiling like someone glued it with super glue or something. Arthur is pulling his own hand, trying to get impulse with his feet, groaning as he uses all the possible strength to rip his hand off the ceiling. When he finally sees both his hands free, he celebrates.

Until he looks down to his feet planted where his hand just were.

Lorenzo and Charles try really hard to hold their laughs, especially when they remember that phase of their powers. They remember what it feels like to jump higher than you should, break things with your newfound strength or well.. Stick everywhere. Of course they're worried as hell abouts their brother's future. But for the moment, they have an opportunity to call Arthur an idiot. And of course they will take it.

“ —Need a hand?”

Arthur jumps when he listens to Lorenzo's voice, turning around and crossing his arms in a pose that looks almost nonchalant. Or at least it would if he wasn't upside down.

“ —Uh.. Hi guys!” - Arthur smiles with forced animation. “ —You have no idea what happened on my field trip!”

“ —You know what, genius? I think we can guess.”

[cozmowrites]

Trapped: Minecraft (pt 1 out of 6)

"This is so dumb," Bakugou grumbled, his fingers tapping on the keys of the keyboard. He leaned back in his chair, his usual scowl deepening as he stared at the blocky world on the screen. "What the hell is even the point of this?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the little smile tugging at your lips. He was only here because you'd practically begged him. It had been a rough day for you, and the idea of playing your favorite game—with him, of all people—had felt like the perfect distraction. To your surprise, he'd agreed.

"The point is to have fun," you said, clicking around to collect wood for your next big build. "Not everything has to be about training or fighting, y'know."

He snorted, his avatar punching a tree with mechanical precision. "Fun's overrated. I'm just here so you'll shut up about it."

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Grumpy Pants. Just wait—you'll love it once you get into it."

For a while, the two of you worked in relative silence, save for the occasional huff from Bakugou whenever something in the game annoyed him. You were focused on building a cozy little house by the river, complete with flower beds and a pen for animals, while Bakugou was already deep in the caves, mining resources and blowing up creepers with TNT.

"You're really just gonna waste time making that ugly thing?" he called out over voice chat, watching your progress from a distance.

"It's not ugly! It's cozy," you shot back, placing another block of birch wood.

He chuckled dryly. "Yeah, whatever. Let me know when you wanna do something that's actually useful."

You were about to retort when a skeleton appeared out of nowhere and shot you with an arrow. Startled, you panicked and ran straight into a pit of lava.

"Noooo!" You wailed, watching the death screen pop up.

Bakugou erupted into laughter. "You're such a dumbass. How do you even manage to suck at a kids' game?"

"Shut up! It was an accident!" You groaned, leaning back in your chair. But as you did, a sudden wave of dizziness hit you. You blinked, trying to shake it off. "I feel weird."

Bakugou grunted, and you noticed his voice sounded strained. "Yeah, uh, same. What the hell...?"

Before you could say anything else, a blinding light filled your vision. The last thing you heard was Bakugou's voice yelling, "Oi! What the f—"

When the real world faded, you opened your eyes to find yourself standing in a familiar pixelated world.

"No way..." you whispered, looking down at your hands.

"What the actual—" Bakugou's voice came from behind you, and you turned to see him standing there, his usual scowl replaced by wide-eyed confusion. "Are we in the game?"

"I think so," you said rather quietly, your voice shaky.

He groaned, running a hand through his spiky hair. "Great. This is just what I needed. Trapped in this dumbass game with you."

You frowned. "Hey, I didn't ask for this to happen!"

"Tch, whatever," he muttered, already starting to move. "Let's just figure out how to get out of here."

Despite the situation, you couldn't help but marvel at how real everything felt. The grass beneath your feet, the breeze in the air—it was surreal.

"This is kinda cool, though," you said, trying to lighten the mood. "It's like... we're actually in Minecraft."

"Cool?" He snapped, spinning around to glare at you. "This isn't cool, dumbass. We're stuck in a game! How do you think we're supposed to eat? Sleep? Get back home?"

You bit your lip, his words sinking in. He had a point.

"Okay, okay," you said, holding up your hands. "Let's just focus on surviving for now. Minecraft's official ending is to beat the enderdragon."

Bakugou grumbled something under his breath but didn't argue.

The two of you got to work, gathering resources to build a temporary shelter before nightfall. It was awkward at first—Bakugou was impatient and bossy, barking orders at you while you tried to keep up. But as the day went on, you found a rhythm.

He handled the more dangerous tasks, like fighting mobs and mining, while you focused on building and gathering food. It was an odd partnership, but it worked. Just like when the two of you would be playing. You weren't very good at fighting and carrying something heavy in this world was much different. You didn't look like a blocky character and everything was too realistic.

"Here," he said gruffly, tossing a stack of iron ingots at you. "Make yourself some armor. You're useless without it."

"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence," you said, rolling your eyes. But you took the ingots and crafted a set of armor, grateful despite his tone.

As the first night fell, the two of you sat inside your little makeshift house for the time being, the sound of zombies groaning outside.

"This sucks," Bakugou muttered, leaning against the wall.

"It's not that bad," you said, trying to sound optimistic. "At least we're not alone."

He gave you a sideways glance but didn't say anything.

Silence settled between you, broken only by the crackle of the furnace in the corner.

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[pannman]

A Day Just For Them

Blitzø sat at the table in his tiny apartment. His thoughts from the argument with Stolas still refusing to leave his mind.

Fuck it. He thought as he rifled through the fridge for his Belzejuice but it didn't turn up. He must've already drank it. Or maybe Loona drank it

Oh well, he'll just have to wallow in self pity while sober. He sat down and poured himself some cereal

The silence while Loonie slept in was usually so peaceful but now it felt so lonely. More lonely than ever before

Stolas struggled to find the motivation to get out of bed. Via was visiting today. He needed to be up and ready to greet her (and to pretend like everything was fine)

Why was Via supposed to be over today? It was the weekend wasn't it? She was supposed to spend weekends with her mother. Not that he didn't want to see her but he wasn't sure how well he could put on a happy face for her

Although that's what he'd been doing for years

Why was she coming today? His brain was so foggy and tired he couldn't seem to remember what was so important about today

He really didn't want to forget something important to Via again after Esther thoughts tears when she ran off with his book

He felt terrible that it was he who compelled her to do that

So with all the strength he could gather he groaned and got out of bed

Blitzø sat there letting his cereal get soggy when he saw Loona exit her room. Oddly enough she was already dressed

That was unusual. He didn't think much of it though

"Alright espresso depresso, get dressed and let's get going" she said as she stretched

Blitzø blinked obliviously. "Going where?"

"To your father's day surprise"

Oh shit! That's right it was Father's day!

Stolas put on his usual wear and took his morning meds. He stepped outside to see the limo pulling up.

He took a deep breath and forced a smile and waved

Via jumped out of the car and joyfully bounced over to him. She seemed to be in a good mood

Anxiety spread over him at whatever it could possibly be that he had promised to with her today and how she would take the news that he forgot

She ran into his arms

"Hey dad! Happy Father's day!"

Stolas almost tripped over his words

"Th-thank you... Via. I'm glad you're here"

Of course! It was Father's day! That's why she was here. He didn't know what they would do together but maybe it would actually be quite nice

He could use a little love today

Blitzø ran into 3 different signs and a telephone pole with his blind fold on as Loona was not putting a lot of effort into leading him

But he was actually a little excited. He could use a distraction. And it had been a while since him and Loona did something fun together

"Alright, check it out" Loona said casually

Blitzø began to take his blindfold off but as he was doing so heard a noise. A noise that sounded like a certain animal

A noise he knew anywhere

"No way! That's not what fucking think it is. Is it?" He rushed to take off his blindfold. His eyes practically bulged out of his sockets when he seen it

A ranch filled with horses

Wait! Were they in the wrath ring?

"Ta da!" She said not so enthusiastic although she was smiling at him

"It's a whole day across the mountain on horseback" she explained

He began to tear up. "Loonie you did this for me!?!" Loona groaned in an annoyed tone "don't cry" she complained

Blitzø whiped his tears away "right yeah sorry. I'm just... I needed this. Oh my God Loona you have NO IDEA how much I needed this."

Loona smiled "I think you'd be surprised. I kinda had a feeling. Now pick out your horse for the day"

Stolas had managed to find something for them to do together. Put put. Then he had decided to get them a last minute reservation at a restaurant he knew she liked. Being royalty had its perks

Via just seemed happy to be with him. "Dad you didn't have to go through this trouble. This is my day to do something for you" she spoke appreciatively as they sat down at the restaurant

"I know, I know. But nothing makes me more happy than to see that smile. That's the best gift I could get today" he cupped her cheek with his hand as he said it

"Well dad. I did get you another gift if you would like it now" she began to pull something out of her bag

Stolas's eyes lit up in anticipation.

Via reached in and pulled out a present in a box and wrapped up with a bow on it

"Oh Via you really didn't have to do this" he said with excitement as he carefully opened the present

His glee on his face fell when he saw his gift

In the box, was a book entitled "memories with dad"

He carefully opened it to see it was filled to the brim with pictures of him and Via together. A lot were taken from her hellphone. There were funny and lighthearted captions on some of them

He was too stunned to speak

"Is it alright dad? I know it's not the most expensive gift but I-" she was cut off by him hugging her as tight as he could

"This is the greatest gift! Thank you so much! I think I have a new favorite book" he said as he began to flip through more of the pages

After Blitzø FINALLY decided on a horse they were off. Blitzø decided to call this beautiful baby "little lawnmower". Loona didn't have the heart to tell him it's name was "Sunny". She picked out a big white horse with a fiesty attitude named "Phantom"

They rode up and down a windy path to the top of a tall mountain. The view was gorgeous so of course Loona wanted to snap a pic with Blitzø for Father's day

They took a photo and Loona immediately tried to post it.

"Shit! No signal up here. I guess I'll have to post it on sinstagram later" she noted.

Blitzø looked on to see two eagles building a nest together

He begins to tear up

Loona looks over "hey Blitzø I said no crying"

Blitzø tries to calm down "sorry, it's just... did you know eagles mate for life?"

"I did not know that" she responded

"Even after they grow old and get fat or ugly! They stay together. They stay together cause they want to" he broke down crying

Loona pulled him in and comforted him as he cried in her arms

"Big. Beautiful. Dumb bird!" He sobbed.

"You should talk to him" she replied

"He doesn't wanna see me." He mumbled

"I think you should still try. I don't wanna become your tissue every time you see something that reminds you of him. Now go."

She was right. He was gonna make it right.

Blitzø hopped onto Little Lawnmower and took off. He was gonna make it right. He was gonna talk about his FEELINGS like a FUNCTIONAL PERSON! And it was gonna super romantic him riding in on a horse

He took out his phone to see Loona's post finally up...

On top of the world with my dad on Father's Day

He did feel like he was on top of the world

And he didn't want this feeling to go away

Ever

[plus-i-miss-you]

Hello, Lina!! I wish you luck and hope you can have lots of fun with your new blog!! How about a request to help you kick off? 👀 Headcanons for t2!Mikoto and Orekoto with a guard gn!reader that tries to keep Mikoto from getting too stressed when interrogating him? Basically, they don't want to push him too hard. After the end of trial 1, I was thinking about how I would have preferred Mikoto and Orekoto over Kotoko as allies if I was a guard, haha.

▷ listening to:

"i won't hurt you, i promise" (gn!reader)

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♪ note: thank you sm aurora! i hope you like this one! (again. probably came out too cute ahshajaj)

♪ summary: okay, maybe voting a guy with undiagnosed did (and an alter who is extremely protective of him) guilty wasn't a good idea. wishing to make amends and get to know these two better, you try to help these two feel at least a bit safer in this hellhole known as milgram prison.

♪ warnings: mostly none, except there's a description of john trying to make the reader believe that he's the "evil" alter in an attempt to protect mikoto. the reader doesn't believe him though and it's mostly lighthearted. also the reader is kinda supposed to be a "replacement" of es, since they're the reason why mikoto's been voted guilty and there's a mention of.. well, what happened in mikoto's first vd.

mikoto kayano.

♪ "y/n, d-don't get me wrong, i don't mind the attention, but seriously, i'm fine! my head hurts a little bit, but other than that-"

oh, but you know well that this man is not fine at all. you're glad to see that mikoto is doing better after.. well, everything that happened with kotoko and all, but you refuse to leave him alone even for a minute. yes, you're worried about him. why wouldn't you be? voting him guilty was your decision and you're not sure it was the correct one (well, you certainly were shocked after watching his video, haha..) and you're ready to take responsibility for it. you just hope kotoko really won't try to attack him (or anyone, really) again..

♪ you make sure to do everything in your power to help mikoto when he's feeling stressed or anxious and you know that this guy really doesn't like to show how he really feels. but you recognize the signs pretty easily, so no matter how hard he tries, you're already there, asking if he's okay. yes, he's still a prisoner, but that doesn't mean you're just gonna interrogate him until he loses consciousness because of how tired he is. so you try your best to check up on him as often as you possibly can. and no, you have no idea why the other prisoners are saying you have your favorites. 

♪ when you're interrogating him, you tell him that it's okay if he doesn't remember something and he doesn't have to force himself to remember it, especially if it's something that can be traumatic for him. of course, you still try to learn at least some new information, that's your job after all, but you try not to push him too hard. you don't mind if john appears again, but you also want to make sure mikoto himself feels safe. whenever he gets distracted, you gently get him back on track and remind him why he's here and if you notice that he's starting to get visibly anxious, you ask if he needs anything and change the topic and try to go back to the question you had once he calms down.

♪ yes, you feel bad about voting him guilty. maybe it really wasn't the right choice. and when mikoto gives you that lost and confused look, asking why you voted him guilty and feeling like he did something wrong.. yeah, you don't feel so good about it. he looks like a sad puppy when he does it and you refuse to look him in the eyes when it happens. so, uh.. you just try to make it up to him by still letting him do things that make him at least a little bit happy. he can sit in his cell and draw stuff if he wants. you can even take a look if he's okay with that. you can also try to help him start hanging out with the other prisoners again-

"h-hey, y/n.. do you know why everyone's kind of.. i don't wanna sound like i'm blaming them or anything, but is it just me or they're avoiding me for some reason?"

.. ah, about that.

john kayano.

♪ o-okay, now you have to try to get along with this guy. and to your surprise, it wasn't.. that hard? he still doesn't fully trust you, that's for sure. but even though your first meeting didn't go that well (him beating you up and almost killing you in the process, romantic, isn't it?), when you've finally managed to make john trust you and believe that you're not dangerous and you're not planning to hurt mikoto (it took.. a lot of time), he started to act a little bit calmer around you. he's still mad at you, for obvious reasons. he has no idea what you saw in that video, but you still voted mikoto guilty. and he won't forgive you so easily.

♪ whenever you try to learn more about mikoto (or john's?..) crime, john tries really hard to make it seem like he's the one at fault. he's the one to blame, not mikoto. just forgive mikoto already, is that so hard? you really think that guy is capable of murdering someone? and you really don't want to suspect these two, but again, that's your job. and you know well that all prisoners are murderers at least in some way. so when john says that he murdered someone to help mikoto relieve his stress.. it just.. doesn't make any sense. you don't say it out loud though and just say that you're not going to try and figure out which one is innocent and which one is guilty. you're going to judge both of them and you will try your best to be fair, but you're not going to point a finger at one of them and go "you're the bad guy here". not at least before you really do get a confirmation that one of them is the murderer.

♪ john tries to play it cool, doing the whole "tch.. do what you want" thing, but on the inside?? he's LOSING IT. hey. hey. he's the murderer. he's the bad one. he's the evil one. just leave mikoto alone already. however, that's not the only reason why he's kinda going insane. he's just.. not used to being treated like this. what do you mean you see him and mikoto as two different people and treat them as such. why are you so nice to both of them. he's not surprised that mikoto feels safe around you, this guy is way too naive (yes, he means it in an affectionate way), but why does he also feel kind of.. whatever. just remember to forgive mikoto and everything will be fine.

♪ when you hear the infamous "weird noises coming from mikoto's cell", you know well that it's john's doing, so you go pay him a visit. you try to talk to him about whatever that's bothering him, and when he asks just why are you "acting like this" (he's talking about being nice.), you simply say that it's also a part of your job. yes, you're supposed to judge the prisoners, but you don't want anything to happen to them before all three trials are over. he looks at you for a moment, processing your words and says that it sounds like a lie, though you can't hear any anger in his voice, he actually sounds a little confused. you sigh and try to fix his hair that's been messy since the second trial started.

"well, you're not exactly being honest with me either."

[sapphire-weapon]

Okay but jokes and trolling around aside, what kinda writing would that be exactly? Isn't the game clearly introducing us to Grace and her mother, isn't that what the story is going to revolve around the most? Why would capcom just decide to throw in "here's your secret dad, Grace! Forget your mom and all the trauma you've endured" IF she's dead in the first place.

Why does Leon, the most popular RE character have to be related to this one character that we are supposed to care about and her story? And they'll just thrown it in that he had an off screen relation to an outbreak character we never even saw him interact with up to this point? That's such an illogical and dumb writing from my perspective. And he's already going to steal all the spotlight by just being a playable and present character in this game yet we don't even know 100% if he's going to be in there, we only have leaks.

I don't know, but if that really does end up the case, then i don't know what could capcom possibly do to make it make sense and be likeable. Shipping aside because that's the least of my worries and care.

There's also the interview of the devs on 26th so there could be more information on the way but either way, this would be one of those twists that would really kill the hype for me and who knows how other players might react to this about their fan favorite.

Sorry for the long text drop, i just had to share this.... i guess.

i'm... really confused by this ask and by your perspective, to be perfectly honest with you.

>isn't that what the story's going to be about the most?

ABSOLUTELY NOT, and i have NO IDEA why you would think that. do you honestly think that capcom has shown everything that there is to know about the story in just a 3 minute long trailer that they've released 8 months prior to the game coming out? you really think that there's not going to be anything more? it's just going to be an 8-month marketing campaign about the same thing over and over and over again?

the story of grace and her mom is probably going to be the SMALLEST PART of RE9. that's how marketing works. you show off as little as you can possibly get away with at the start, and then you start piling up other, more surprising reveals as the game gets closer and closer to release in order to build hype up to a fever pitch so that people actually go out and buy the game.

if they showed everything all at once right out of the gate, why the fuck would ANYONE stay engaged with it for eight whole months until the game's release? we would just... know everything already, and people would lose interest as they get distracted by other things, and then people wouldn't buy the game months and months away from now.

like... RE7's reveal was about lucas torturing a guy and then infected!mia came out being crazy and violent. ethan wasn't even included in that initial reveal. that is not AT ALL what RE7 ended up being. sure, lucas and mia were both in it, and both of those things about them were featured, but they were hardly the focal point of that game -- let alone the main bulk of it.

like... geez, no. the grace & alyssa story is very, very likely to just be the set-up for the wider plot. it will not be the wider plot.

>why does Leon have to be related to Grace in order for us to care about her story?

he doesn't. no one ever said that he has to be. idk where you got that from. it's just an avenue that they could take.

>they'll just throw in his relationship with Alyssa?

no one ever said that they'd just "throw it in." ideally, it'll be done in a way that's thoughtful and feels organic.

>Leon's going to steal the spotlight

HE'S THE MAIN CHARACTER. IT'S HIS SPOTLIGHT TO TAKE.

>idk how Capcom could make it make sense or be likeable

well when you're assuming that they're just going to "throw it in" there, then i could see how you'd have that worry, yeah.

>it would kill the hype for me

THERE IS NOT A SINGULAR FUCKING CHANCE IN HELL THAT THEY REVEAL THIS PLOT POINT DURING PRE-RELEASE MARKETING. if it is real, i'm sure that they know that it's going to be contentious. they know it's going to split the fanbase. they will NEVER reveal it pre-release. it will stay buried in an underground vault until the game comes out -- specifically for that reason.

because it's one of those things that lives or dies based on how they do it -- which means that people need to see how they do it. the thought of it conceptually might be abhorrent to a lot of fans. but actually having it revealed organically and seeing it put into practice might leave people coming away from beating the game going "that was really good."

just fuckin relax, man.

you guys are wound way too tight about all this.

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Kokichi's fantasy (LHS analysis?)

I promised I would make a post about how I compromise my issues (which are easy to project onto Kokichi, for the most part they're already there) with his preferences. Some notes about the Love Hotel Suite itself first:

Shuichi assumes Kokichi's fantasy is going to be something crazy from the moment he gets there

he talks about trouble and being trapped by Shuichi, and Shuichi is confused about everything for a good portion of this, but the "Am I supposed to be chasing him?" and the immediate denial when Kokichi brings up torture, that he stands by even after being given the specific idea of bondage, and when Kokichi spells it out for him that he's talking about kinks. He only catches himself on that third denial, like wait, we shouldn't be arguing, I am supposed to go along with it, but he's just stumped by the idea of Kokichi wanting any of that, he can't make sense out of what is expected of him

and Shuichi's idea of playing along, getting in character, is to deny him again, he assumes Kokichi is saying all that as a distraction to rile him up and get away, he came to the conclusion that Kokichi wanting to submit has to be a ruse

then he's distracted from the honesty in "I was willing to let you do whatever you want to me" because of his name being used and he's again being distrustful "I can't help but think he means the opposite"

and that's when the switch happens "If you're not gonna do anything, then maybe I will."

"I stepped back reflexively. I had no idea what he was capable of..." he's no longer questioning the situation, now Kokichi is threatening to him and that aligns with how he sees him, so his reactions are no longer delayed

except, it's followed up by Kokichi telling him "no need to be scared" and that's again confusing Shuichi. "Having this kind of conversation only makes it harder to know why I am here..." idk, maybe if you didn't discard the time he told you straight up what he wanted as a lie

"Because you just do as you please, don't you, Kokichi?"

Kokichi: what if I wanted you to catch me? Shuichi: the most shocked gasp in the world. for some reason

after Shuichi's reaction doesn't satisfy him "I thought you would be more excited", he switches one more time, to the original plan "you can do whatever you want to me. And that's the truth.", just gives it a little push this time (literally), pretty ballsy that he even tried again, like, that's bold, and he's using that line on Shuichi's dead fish ass, Shuichi is giving nothinggg

the dissonance between "He pushed me hard on the bed." and "he sprinted toward the exit.", they way those are seconds apart.

"I'll think of a more exciting game for next time. So make sure you excite me too."

Actually, let's reference FTEs as well!

"I only act like a bad guy so you guys don't get too soft, y'know?" that line is interesting too, like yeah, it sums up the entire job he assigned himself in the game and he's throwing that at Shuichi immediately when approached, but also a pattern that keeps showing up, he plays a role that technically loses him credibility, but he's using it to control the situation, uses that subtle kind of manipulation that makes people think they're in control, or perhaps better than him, making their own choices

I am going to ignore Shuichi's attitude actually, for everyone's sake, especially mine

"Well, not as good as mine. I'll surprise you with a gift one of those days, Shuichi!" hmmm, am I reaching if I say that this is also kinda control freak behavior, cannot be indebted, cannot be bested like that, like this isn't just about reciprocation or gratefulness, it's I'll surprise you back and I'll do better

Kokichi: You wanna hang out with me? Hm, but I'm having a strategy meeting with Gonta right now. Gonta: Oh, then... Gonta can have strategy meeting later. AND YOU PEOPLE TRY TO SAY HE DOESN'T GET CUES, he knew where the priorities lay, doesn't need to be told, boss has to try to get some of that sheet cake

"Did you come to beg for your life?" tehehe "Get on the ground and beg like a dog!" kicking my feet even, and the comparison with other antags being condescending while he's just so. eager for it. even better

"I didn't see that one coming" but you know what's visible immediately when this choice is picked? That Shuichi gained a point, Kokichi can't help but be impressed by the rare moments when Shuichi is confident, he sees the man this thot could be

"Keep it interesting for me, kay?" be a good boy, Shuichi

and here it is, the reason I thought of including FTEs before considering salmon mode; "You only have three events left in your life, so you better entertain me until then!" and with the game they just played being rigged by him, that's four situations where he has something prepared for Shuichi, to simply put him in a situation that Kokichi devised, try to get Shuichi to understand, or at least remember him, but in a very specific, planned out way, welcome to control freak town

3rd event and "Then Gonta step aside like gentleman!" it happened again, I can't, Shuichi just came up to them, asked Kokichi to hang out and Gonta is pulling away before Kokichi can decide, this is sad actually, what about bros over hoes? what about the plan?

"Are we going to play more games today-" Nope, you're not allowed to predict shit, Shuichi. Perhaps he changed that one up, at least in order, just to subvert the expectation, or he expected that from Shuichi, it was pretty predictable, just like he could read from his face in the first fte

there is a lot more to point out about the FTEs that I will have to omit not to get sidetracked because the purpose of this is not full analysis, but of course, there is the iconic line "I reach out to him, but he doesn't take my hand. But in his own way... I think that helps me understand him a little." because you only get to hold his hand when he does the reaching out, it's his initiative, he's prepared for it, anything vulnerable or intimate has to happen on his terms, he's regulating the pace, he will run away or close in on himself if you push for it

and just to be throughout, the salmon mode before my conclusions:

okay, the reaction to comedy movie pick is a big one for the sub hc, this is exactly the kind of reasoning I see used to say why it'd be good for him

the Shuichi bullying continues, telling him to go to Tenko when he gets too bold, affirming what we already know about his walls being way up, he's not rushing into shit, he is not going to be disclosing anything vulnerable, no possible blackmail material, nothing casual, you're not learning his porn preference, Shuichi, you need to pass the five tests to hold his hand and enter the trust ranking where you can level up in your knowledge and privileges, you're not seeing him naked any time soon, don't even dream

(and it is not contradictory to say that they would fuck before establishing their relationship, talking about feelings can be a more difficult task than acting on them, and I love to see it, but like, canon universe Kokichi is definitely an inexperienced and manga inspired loser, so he will hold out on that, yearning until it explodes out of him)

finally, my part, so I just think that while Kokichi has the fantasy of submitting, he keeps it well hidden, as if it was one of those unrealistic kinks there's no point bringing up, because he can't bring himself to let go of control (and Shuichi, being as he is in canon, isn't showing much interest or capability to take over, really) he wants to work his way up to it, teases the idea, tries to get Shuichi to show more initiative, plans things out in hopes of tricking his brain into not activating the loss of control alarm, as he grows to trust Shuichi, he will learn to relax and let it go, eventually it'll stop being about control, "letting" something happen, no shifting power dynamics and vulnerability feeling like risking his life, it'll be simply reaching for pleasure together, in a cooperation that they managed to work out through learning each other's bodies and preferences.

but yeah, it's a long rocky road before they get there, and when they first get to intimacy they're both more comfortable with Kokichi taking the lead, it's easy, it doesn't require much discussing (and these bitches hate communicating like normal people), leaving the dynamic unchallenged but perhaps a little ungratifying, something that can't stay as is without eventually creating conflict, because Shuichi doesn't want to feel strung along and toyed with, but that's how it'll feel if Kokichi doesn't ease up his fearful grip on control, and he won't be happy either