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Red Flags and Long Nights

Real Dad!Leon S. Kennedy x daughter fem!reader (one shot)

hello hello 👋 this is the fic written for the milestone celebration poll winner (real dad taking accidental viagra); big big thanks to all of you who have gotten me here!! 💜 💜 I’m so thankful everyday that you guys choose to read/like/share/interact with my fics and just me in general! 🥰 so without further ado, I hope you enjoy this one shot!!!

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, INCEST, dead dove content, dad/daughter incest, groping, slight cnc, dirty talk, breast play, oral (m receiving), kissing, teasing, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread 😅 some of it was written while sleepy so hopefully it makes sense haha

title from Red Flags and Long Nights from She Wants Revenge

<<prequel: Oh By Gosh, By Golly>>

One day, your mom calls you up out of the blue wanting to talk about planning a family vacation this year. Somewhere with sandy beaches and clear blue water. Something over an extended weekend once everyone can take off work. She’s already talked it over with your dad and he’s agreeable as long as it doesn’t cost an arm and a leg. 

As she talks, you pull open your calendar and look over your work schedule. Once you find a date that works, she promises to text you the details of the Air B&B she plans to book. You bid her goodbye and hang up the phone, quietly excited about a beach trip even if it is with your parents. 

You keep busy as you slowly count down the days; long graduated from college but still struggling to find work in your major, you’ve had to settle for any job opportunity that will pay the bills. Luckily enough, you were hired to work at the local post office. It’s not a glamorous job by any means, but you do get federal holidays off and your boss is pretty lenient with you. It’s a cinch to put in your PTO for the extended weekend you plan to spend with your parents. 

The morning you drive down to the beach house is pleasant; it’s early enough you miss out on a bunch of traffic which helps you save enough time to splurge a little and grab some coffee. Following the GPS, you get to the beach house in the afternoon with plenty of sunshine left to enjoy. Your parent’s car is already parked outside so you don’t have to worry about figuring out how to unlock the joint.

You grab your small suitcase and make your way into the lovely three story home. As you walk up the gravel sidewalk, you take in how secluded the area truly is and how lucky your mom was in getting such a nice place. You’re pretty sure it cost out the ass, but hey who’re you to deny such generosity?

The door swings open before you touch the handle and your mom pulls you into a hug. 

“Oh honey, I’m so happy you could make it!”

Breathing in the perfume embedded into your brain from childhood, you give her a quick squeeze back before pulling away. 

“Me too,” you smile, “this place is amazing!”

She laughs and moves further into the house, looking back as you follow along behind after closing the door. 

“A friend of a friend owns this place so it was pretty easy to get. Even your father can’t throw one of his little hissy fits about the cost,” she rolls her eyes and you breathe out a laugh. 

“Where is he?” You look around but only see the open kitchen leading off into the dining room. 

“Down at the beach,” she points to the sliding glass doors on the other side of the living room, “I told him I wanted to stay up here for when you arrived.”

You nod and smile at her again, “Thanks, I appreciate it. I’m gonna go put my stuff up and change then we can head down ourselves.”

She nods, “There’s a handful of bedrooms on the second and third floor. Your dad and I are staying in the master down here so you have your choice of rooms.”

“Nice, be back in a sec,” grabbing your luggage, you climb the stairs to scout out where you want to sleep. 

You pick a cute room on the third floor; it has a little balcony with a couple of chairs that gives you a fantastic view for miles around. You toss your clothes into the dresser and quickly change into your swimsuit. Grabbing a towel and some sunscreen, you slide on your sandals and make your way back downstairs. Your mom, wearing a big floppy hat, is already standing outside the sliding doors. 

You chatter with each other, just catching up on your day to day, while you both make your way down the little path that leads out onto the beach. As soon as your sandals hit the sand, you see a huge beach umbrella. 

“Glad to know he won’t burn,” your mom laughs, toeing off her own sandals to walk barefoot over to your dad. 

Following her lead, you take off your sandals and carry them over to the blanket underneath the shade of the umbrella. 

“‘Bout time,” a groggy baritone meets your ears. 

“Shush, Leon, it didn’t kill you to nap on the beach now did it?”

Your dad just mumbles a reply to your mom before raising up. He squints over at you, eyes heavy lidded from sleep as you set your stuff down. 

“The drive okay?”

You laugh and finally look over at him, “It was fine.”

His blue eyes sharpen as they read your expression before darting down to give you a once over. Your nipples tighten against your will and his gaze seems to linger there for a split second before flicking back up to your face. Plastering on a fake smile, you sit down and grab your sunscreen. 

“Want some help with that?” Your dad nods to the little bottle in your hands. 

“S-sure.”

You kinda hope the ground splits open to swallow you whole, but instead you just move over to where your dad is sitting up on the blanket, hand outstretched to grab the sunscreen. 

“Well while you two do that, I’m going to go take a dip,” your mom beams at you, completely leaving you alone to wallow in this newfound awkwardness. 

Keeping your back to your dad, you feel his broad calloused palms drag the slick lotion all over your back and shoulders, deftly massaging it in. For the last few years, there’s been a line of tension between you and Leon. An accidental kiss under the mistletoe where you both used too much tongue to be appropriate (any tongue isn’t appropriate but you’re blaming the alcohol everyone had been drinking).  

Since then, you’ve both watched the other. Glances too heated to be innocent, brushing against each other unnecessarily… and now with his sun warmed hands rubbing across your back, your brain empties as your body buzzes with arousal.

It’s why it takes a second for you to realize that your dad has moved on to rubbing in the sunblock across your ribs and over your clavicle. His hands come up and cup your breasts, stiff nipples showing through the fabric. 

“Gotta make sure to get everywhere,” his breath gusts past your ear as his hands slip under your top and massages the fat of your breasts. 

“Ohh,” you whimper quietly, cunt pulsing warmly in time with your heartbeat.  

He squeezes and rubs across your soft skin, fingers plucking at your stiff peaks until you moan brokenly. 

“Dad,” your breathy exaltation has him pinching and twisting your nipples before groping your breasts roughly in his hands. 

“‘M almost done,” he licks the shell of your ear and your thighs twitch, “you’ve got such nice tits, princess. Don’t want’em to burn.”

You press your hand over your mouth to muffle the whine you let slip. With one last harsh pinch to your nipples, he lets go, scooting back away from you. 

“Should be good to go,” he grins at your dazed look, “don’t keep your mom waiting.”

Shaking your head, you blink rapidly and slowly climb to your feet. As you pass by Leon, his hand reaches up and smacks your ass hard. 

“Be a good girl, okay?”

“Y-yeah, dad.”

You pad out to the ocean, waving to your mom as she looks for seashells in the shallow water. Wading out far enough for water to hit your chest, you finally let yourself sigh out loud. 

“What in the fuck?!”

You rub wet hands over your face as you gaze out onto the horizon. Flirting is one thing, but getting felt up by your dad is definitely crossing the line. You shiver, clit still throbbing as you reach down to press your palm against your cunt. Even as messed up as it may make you, you wish he would’ve slipped his hand down and fingered your pussy. 

The sun glaring off the water makes you squint even as you enjoy the scenery, trying your best to squish all the other thoughts and feelings you’ve had in the past half hour down into a little box you can open later. It works for a time, until the squinting becomes too much and the glare is driving sharp little needles into your brain. 

Leaving the water, you make your way over to your mom as she scoops up more shells with a net. 

“I’m gonna head in, got a bit of a headache,” you wince as the sun bounces off her watch into your eyes. 

“Let me walk with you,” she frowns, “you’re looking a little washed out.”

You nod and follow her back up to the beach blanket, eyes skirting over where your dad’s lounging reading a book. 

“We’re headed up to the house, do you need anything?”

Your mom grabs her bag and your stuff as your dad sets his book down onto his lap. He looks at you then back to his wife. 

“No, once I finish this, I’ll be heading up, too.”

She hums and takes you by the arm, helping guide you back to the house since the pain beats a tempo behind your eyes and makes your vision a little blurry. Once in the house, she helps you upstairs to your room. In doing so, she makes sure to stop in at the bathroom on the bottom floor to point out the migraine medicine in the cabinet.

Entering your room, she sits you down on your bed. She tucks you in and makes sure to close the blinds before walking back into the hallway. Turning, she gives you a concerned look.

“I’m going to head into town. It’s about an hour's drive from here so I won’t be back til later. If you need anything, call, okay?”

You hum in reply already drifting to sleep in hopes you’ll feel better once you crash for a few hours. The nap helps and by the time you come to, your headache is completely gone. Waking up is a chore however; it takes you a minute to realize where you are, eyelids sticking together, gummy with sleep. 

Raising up on your elbows, you reach over to the side table and grab your phone. Eyebrows pinching together, you blink sluggishly until you can read the time. It’s only late afternoon even if it feels like you’ve slept through the night. Climbing out of bed, you change before leaving your room with a plan on grabbing some water from the kitchen. 

It’s noticeably quiet as you finally step out on the bottom floor. Your mom must still be gone since you don’t see her shoes by the front door. 

“Fuck.”

You hear the muttered curse from the half open bathroom door that you’re walking past heading to the kitchen. 

“Everything okay?” 

You slowly press the door all the way open and your dad fumbles with a towel before placing it over his lap as he sits heavily down on the edge of the tub. 

“I thought you were out with your mother,” he bites out, tone sharp.

“No,” you frown, leaning against the doorjamb, “I had a headache and took a nap. Are you alright?”

He blows out a breath and scrubs a hand over his face. 

“I’m fine. What time did she say she’d be back?”

You shrug, “Couple of hours I think. I don’t really remember.”

“Goddamn it.”

“Should I call—“

“No,” Leon nearly shouts, “no, don’t. It’s not a big deal.”

“Dad, I can help I just need to know what’s wrong,” you step closer into the bathroom. 

He laughs without any humor, “Sure.”

You go to ask him why when your eyes catch on the bottle sitting by the sink. It’s similar to the migraine medicine you saw in the medicine cabinet earlier, the one your mom pointed out if the nap didn’t get rid of your headache. Who knew your dad needed help getting it up?

“Did you..?”

You trail off, feeling awkward and nervous and disgustingly turned on to think your dad’s dick is hard underneath that flimsy towel. 

“Yes,” he sounds tired, “I thought it was the other medicine.”

“Ohh,” you bite your lip, brain completely in the gutter as your eyes drift down to his lap, “I mean, I can still help.”

It seems insane but your dad’s not stopping you as you shuffle closer to stand between his legs. His blue eyes stay steady on yours as you kneel in the floor, knees digging into the soft rug in front of the tub. Leon tugs his briefs down and his cock slaps against his stomach, precum drooling from the head. He’s so hard, the foreskin has drawn back from the tip showcasing how red and swollen his cock has gotten from the medication. 

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, eyes greedily taking him in.

“Fuck, don’t look at it like that,” he groans, hands gripping the tub so tight his knuckles blanch.

“You’re just really big,” you press the dough of your thighs together, trying to put a little pressure on your throbbing clit, “you’ve got the fattest cock I’ve ever seen, dad.”

You watch as precum blurts from the tip to drip all down his length while he moans low in his throat. 

“Christ, you’ve got a filthy mouth,” his pupils are blown as he gazes down at you, “since you like how big my dick is, sweetheart, why don’t you show me, hmm?”

Your tongue licks up all the precum leaking down his dick before softly suckling on the head.

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he grunts, “suck that cock.”

Moaning, you bob your head down, tongue tracing the thick vein you can feel on the side as you sink down inch by inch. Your dad pulls out to trace your lips with his drippy tip, smearing precum across your mouth like sticky gloss. You moan and press a kiss to his dick, tongue lapping at the crown until he’s rocking back into your mouth. Humming low in your throat makes his cock kick in your mouth, precum coating your tongue.

“Damn, so good,” he groans, hand smoothing across your jaw, cradling it as he pulls his cock out, “never get head from your mom anymore. Feels so good.”

More slick wets your panties as you mewl, throat clicking as you swallow around his thick length. You hungrily suck his cock, tongue circling his head before dipping into the slit to taste more of his precum.

“Like sucking me off, sweetheart?” he tosses the fringe away from his eyes while he rocks his hips, pushing himself deeper into your throat with smooth strokes until you gag heavily. 

“Love that, choke on it a bit more and I’ll be spilling down your slutty throat.”

Thick strands of saliva bridge between your mouth and his dick like shimmery spiderwebs as he slips out. You moan when he ruts his cock across your tongue. Leon groans and reaches down to tap his cock against your lips before feeding it back to you. Whining, you suck him deeper into your mouth, licking across the head before messily bobbing your head further down his thick length.  

“I'm about t’cum, swallow it all up, princess,” he thrusts a few more times before pulling out until the tip is sitting fat and heavy on your tongue. 

Leon grunts and moans as hot thick spurts of cum fill your mouth. Swallowing quickly, you try to keep his cum from spilling out around your lips, but it ends up leaving a sticky mess to drip down your chin in thick strands. 

You watch as he groans, stomach flexing while you suckle on the head of his dick, making sure to not miss any of his hot jizz as his balls empty into your mouth. After giving the tip of his dick a kiss, you pull back and wipe the spend from your face with the bottom of your shirt. 

Your cunt feels soaked, panties sticking to your pussy lips as you shakily stand onto your feet.

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

Your dad stands up beside you, cock still hard and leaking, making you whimper. Pulling his briefs back up, he leaves his shorts and shirt lying on the floor. He grabs you by the forearm and leads you out of the bathroom and all the way upstairs into your room.

“No surprises if your mom comes home early,” he informs you, pushing you further into your room followed by closing and locking your door. 

Heat radiates from your cunt, more slick dripping into the already soaked gusset of your panties. Leon shoves you back onto your bed before climbing on top of you, kissing you heatedly as he sinks down onto your body. You wrap your legs around his waist while you run your hands through his messy hair. You're so turned on you can’t think straight anymore. 

“Thatta girl,” he coos, pulling back to drop kisses across your neck, “can’t wait to feel your wet little pussy, baby.”

You whimper and pull him back up into another kiss. This time he licks into your mouth messily, spit dripping from the corners of your lips to slide down your jaw. You feel him grind his cock against you before pulling away. 

He sits back on his haunches and slips his briefs off, maneuvering until he can toss them into the floor. Next, he leans forward and grips the bands of your panties and shorts. You help him, shimmying to move your clothes down off of your legs. As he moves those into the floor, you slip your shirt off and let it too fall onto the pile of clothing. 

“God, love your tits,” he groans, shoving his face into your breasts, mouth licking and biting every inch of skin they come across. 

His mouth suctions around a nipple, tongue teasing the stiff bud as he tweaks the opposite one with his fingers. 

“Dad,” you moan, nails digging into his scalp.

“What?” He coos, “your dad can’t show his appreciation?”

A whine rasps from your throat and Leon laughs meanly before biting the swollen bud he was sucking. With a grunt, he moves across your sternum, leaving hot open mouthed kisses across your chest until he can suckle and tease the other nipple, fingers plucking and pinching at the now wet one. 

Your hips writhe, leaking cunt dragging against his stomach as his cock grinds against the cleft of your ass. 

“Gonna let daddy stuff your tight wet cunt?” He chuckles as your eyes flutter as he lathes your nipples with broad swipes of his tongue. 

“Yes,” you whisper, “wanna feel you split me open. You’re so big.”

Whining on the last word, you rock down, feeling his tip catch against your pussy lips and driving you crazy. 

He growls and sits back on his heels, taking his cock in hand to smack it against your clit. 

“So slutty,” his pupils swallow the blue of his eyes, “want daddy to stretch this little hole out? Show you how a real dick feels?”

Nodding along with his words, you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, teeth sinking into the plush skin.  

“Goddamn,” he mutters, spitting in his hand to slick his cock before pressing the head against your soaked heat. 

Using his thumb, he presses his cock down so the tip slides into your hole. Keeping it there, he rocks against your hips, sinking inch by inch into your pulsing cunt as his thumb keeps his cock steady. Pulling halfway out, he flexes his hips and thrusts forward faster than before. 

“Even your mom doesn’t let me go raw anymore,” he chuckles, bottoming out so fast you choke on air, “so this is a real treat, sweetheart.”

“Ohh god, dad,” you moan, voice high as he starts sliding his cock in and out of your pussy, rough thrusts that make your breasts bounce. 

You whine when he grinds against you, his pelvis rubbing over your swollen clit just right. His balls smack against your ass on every thrust, the loud plap plap plap of skin driving your arousal even higher. 

“Dad, fuck, s’too much,” you gasp out another whine, head feeling dizzy as your blood rushes, arousal making your pulse feel heavy in your throat. 

He groans and drops his weight down on you, bare skin sticking together from the sweat building between your bodies. Leon kisses across your neck, mouth grazing your skin with barely there nips that makes your pussy flutter around his cock. 

The thatch of hair at the base of Leon’s cock grazes your sensitive clit, sending little electric shocks of pleasure that brings tears to your eyes. You feel so good, you can’t stop the slutty noises from leaving your mouth. Rutting into your body, your dad’s fat cock grinds against the spongy spot along the front of your cunt. Slick gushes from your pussy as he hammers your g-spot so perfectly you can’t help but squeeze him tighter and tighter. 

“Princess,” he murmurs in your ear, “is this little pussy gonna cum? You’re so soft and wet— I can feel you tightening up around me. God so much tighter than your mom, can’t believe I’ve been missing out.”

His words push you over the edge. You babble out little chants of dad, dad, dad until a guttural moan spills from your throat, thighs jumping as your pussy clamps down on Leon’s dick like a vice.

Your low moaning twists into a scream as his hand sneaks down to rub and tease your clit. Instead of your orgasm tapering off, it ramps up, gaining speed until it hurtles you into cumming again. 

“Aww, she’s gripping me so tight,” Leon mocks sweetly in your ear, “yeah, that’s it, sweetheart.”

“Dad,” you whimper, tears clumping your eyelashes, “dad, please.”

A moan rumbles from his chest and he humps your cunt faster, cock never pulling completely out as he ruts inside your slick pussy walls. Half a dozen thrusts more and he’s growling down at you, pressing his cock balls deep into your cunt, thick cum spurting from the tip of his dick to stuff you full.  

“Oh so tight, baby,” he sighs, hips pressed against yours as he spills inside your snug little cunt, “your little pussy fits me like a glove.”

Shuddering, your walls milk another small load of cum from his heavy balls and he pants noisily against your clavicle. He presses up onto his forearms, hips swiveling to pull his cock halfway out before sinking it back inside, a mix of your creamy arousal and his spend making a ring around the base.

“Good, huh,” his laugh tinges on mocking, “don’t worry, ‘m not done with my daughter’s cute pussy, gonna keep you here for as long as it takes.”

After that, it’s all a pleasurable blur. You're unsure how many orgasms your dad has given you at this point, but you know he’s only had three and his cock is still so thick and hard. 

“Think this one will be it, princess,” he grunts, hoisting your limp thighs up, the bend of your knees slotting perfectly over the bend of his arms. 

You can only pant in reply, mouth as dry as cotton. He notches the head of his drooling dick at your entrance, dragging the tip up to smear the cum from his last creampie all over your used cunt. 

“One last load for your greedy little pussy,” he grins down at you, “then we can take a shower.”

He sinks his cock into your sore pussy at the same time he leans forward, pressing your sweaty bodies together. Your eyes roll back as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, thighs shaking against his arms. 

“So deep,” he groans, “best cunt I’ve ever fucked and to think it belongs to my sweet daughter.”

Your pussy spasms and clenches down on his thick length as you cry out. Brain melting pleasure seeps down your spine as he pulls out to grind across your g-spot before fucking back into your cunt roughly. 

“S’good, dad,” you mewl, mouth drooling as he hammers his cock into your sensitive hole, “so good.”

“I know,” he croons, “I feel good, too. Not g’nna be able to give up this sweet little pussy. She grips me too good, baby, I’m gonna want her all the time.”

Another orgasm slams into your body, pussy pulsing and sucking his cock into your hole as your head thrashes against the bed. Leon’s hands grip your wrists to push them down against the bed so you don’t scratch him. 

“Fuck, milking your dad’s cock like you’re made for it,” he groans, humping into your pussy with deep strokes until you’re crying from overstimulation. 

“Shh, shh, just take it a little more, ‘m about to cum,” he licks into your mouth, biting on your bottom lip before pulling back, “that’s it, take it, take your dad’s dick deep into that hot, greedy little pussy.”  

Hiccuping a sob, your cunt steadily milks his cock as he buries himself all the way, as deep into your pussy as possible. He grunts against your skin as he grinds his dick against your cervix, spilling rope after rope of cum to paint your walls white. The sticky heat makes your clit throb even as your body aches, wanting to succumb to exhaustion. 

The distant question of how your mom isn’t back yet buzzes at the corner of your consciousness. You must slur it out loud cause Leon laughs as he pulls his softening cock from your puffy leaking cunt. 

“She texted you to say she got stuck in a traffic jam and the road’s blocked for a few hours,” he sighs as he slaps his cock down onto your messy pussy, a wet splat that makes you wince. 

“Dad, ‘m sore,” you pout.

“So sorry, baby,” he coos, a grin overtaking his face, “want me to kiss it and make it better?”

Chest fluttering at the thought, you go to agree when your phone buzzes with an incoming call. Leon grabs it to silence it but turns to look at you. 

“It’s your mom,” he chuckles, handing it over to you, “better see what she wants.”

Sliding it open, her voice rings out clear in the quiet of your room. 

“Hey honey, your dad didn’t answer but I wanted to say I’m about five minutes from the house if you wanted to preheat the oven for this frozen pizza I picked up,” she laughs to herself, “well, it was frozen.”

Your dad sits down on the edge of the bed, listening in to the conversation. 

“Okay, sure, we’ll see ya when you get here,” Leon nods at you, “bye, mom.”

After she says goodbye, you put the phone back on the side table. 

“Well we should get cleaned up,” Leon helps you stand on weak legs, “I’ll help you to the tub and I’ll head downstairs.”

“Thanks, dad,” you smile up at him and he drops a kiss on your cheek. 

“Of course,” he leads you out into the hallway, helping you inside the little bathroom next to your room. 

He sits you down onto the toilet, turning on the shower to allow it time to heat up. 

“Thanks,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss on your temple, “I know it’s all kinds of fucked up, but I still love you.”

Heart beating double time, you give him a crooked smile, “I love you too, dad.”

He presses his lips together, looking like he wants to say more, but he blows out a harsh breath and walks back out into the hall. 

“I’ll handle the oven and your mom, you just come downstairs when you’re ready.”

“I will,” you say as he swings the door shut. 

Sitting there with your thoughts, you let yourself feel. Satisfaction filters through followed by a smidgen of guilt and shame. You hate that your mom is an innocent party in all of this, but you don’t regret letting your dad fuck your brains out. And since this is a complete one off, it’s just a little family secret that you’ll both be taking to the grave. 

Once steam wafts from the shower, you stand up and step into the warm water. You whimper as the heat works on your sore muscles. By this time tomorrow, this will all seem like some really deranged fantasy you dreamt up. Finishing up in the shower, you dry off and make your way back to your room. Getting dressed, you descend downstairs, the smell of pizza growing stronger. 

“Oh there you are! Feeling better?” 

Your mom comes around the counter to feel your forehead. 

“Yeah, I just slept it off.”

She ushers you to sit down at the table and brings the pizza over, your dad following behind with the drinks. Your mom sits to your right and your dad sits across from you both. He catches your eye and winks, making you look down at your plate out of shyness. 

“Eat up, I’m sure you’re wore out from the hard day,” his mirthful tone draws your gaze back up. 

“Yeah,” you clear your throat and take a drink, “it’s been a hard day alright.”

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Hangry

Word count: ~2,000

Pairing: Steve x reader and Bucky (platonic), no pronouns used

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff. Mild cursing.

It's been a year and a half since my last posted works! I'm VERY out of practice 😅 I'm trying to work on some smaller prompts on my list while I get myself back into writing and continue working on the Loki blip in the universe prompt. It's not my best, but I hope you enjoy in any case!

This was based on a Prompt for Steve x reader as well as a prompt where reader and Bucky bug Steve while he's making a public appearance.

“Tell us, Captain, sir - how did the Avengers manage to track down the villain’s hideout this time?”

“Well, good sir - we have state-of-the-art technology that allows us to track electronic signals from thousands of miles away…”

“Ugh, he is such a ham!” you muttered to Bucky under your breath as you observed Steve from a distance. “We’re never going to make it to the store if he keeps stopping every time a reporter tries to chat him up!”

“Steve can’t resist bragging about us,” Bucky chided, nudging you with his elbow.

“Yeah, well… some of us are hungry!”

You huffed and folded your arms across your chest in annoyance, trying to catch the reporter’s eye with your scowling face, but she was far too enamored by the star-spangled captain to pay you any mind. How had a simple grocery run for ice cream turned into a twenty-minute interview with the press??

“I swear, I’m gonna go drag him away from that reporter by the ear if he doesn’t stop talking in the next 60 seconds,” you grumbled.

“Why do that when we can mess with him instead?”

You turned to look at Bucky, who had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“Go on…”

He smirked, shooting you a wink. “Watch and learn.”

You watched silently as Bucky meandered casually toward where Steve stood speaking with the reporter and her photographer. Steve was none the wiser to his friend approaching from behind.

“… but the serum isn’t the only thing that makes us heroes. It takes a whole load of grit and determina-HAY-tion-!”

Steve flinched as his best friend subtly reached up and pinched his side mid-sentence, effectively silencing him. The captain recovered quickly, though, chuckling nonchalantly as he flashed Bucky a look. He continued on with his sentence after that, refusing to acknowledge what just happened.

“Wait - Steve is ticklish??” you whispered incredulously as Bucky returned to your side.

“Very. Why does that surprise you?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just assumed the serum eliminated weaknesses like that.”

Bucky chuckled. “Nah - if anything it made it worse.”

“Oh-ho, I’ve got to try this for myself!”

You quietly paced up behind the blabbing soldier, pretending you were casually walking past to avoid drawing attention from passerby. As you stepped by him, you reached out and swiftly dug your fingertips into his ribs for less than a second. Steve choked on his words and whipped his head around instinctively. You ducked out of his field of vision and prodded his other side.

“Excuse me,” Steve requested politely, turning around as nonchalantly as possible to find you standing behind him with a guilty grin on your face. “Can I help you?”

“I just came to remind you that we have somewhere we have to be,” you stated sweetly.

“Yes, but it isn’t urgent,” he muttered.

“Oh, I think you’ll find it to be very urgent, actually,” you whispered, shooting him a cheeky wink. With a long, drawn-out sigh, Steve turned to the reporter.

“My apologies, ma’am. Duty calls.”

You saw Bucky clap a hand over his mouth and nose to cover the snort that burst from his nares. Trying hard not to openly roll your eyes in front of the reporter, you nodded in the direction of the grocery store and began marching purposefully toward your destination, with Steve following in your wake.

“You two are infuriating,” Steve grumbled once you were out of earshot from the reporter.

“Excuse me - I just want to go get my ice cream and head back home to eat it,” you countered. “You’re the one who decided to schmooze with the first person who asked you about your superpowers.”

“I’m just trying to maintain good public relations. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

“Ugh, no. I hate talking about myself.”

The three of you bickered amicably the entire way to the store. It hadn’t ended by the time you’d made it back to the tower kitchen and dropped your grocery bags on the counter.

“I’m just saying - it wouldn’t kill you to wear a hat or something to hide your face from reporters when we’re just trying to go to the store,” you griped, shrugging your sweatshirt off your shoulders and hanging it on the back of one of the kitchen stools.

“It wouldn’t kill you to try to be friendly to strangers every once in a while,” Steve retorted.

“Excuse me - I am a very friendly person! I’m just selective about it.”

“Friendly as an angry porcupine, sure.”

You gasped indignantly. “Are you saying I’m sharp with people??”

“You’re just a little… prickly.”

“Ooh, now that’s an insult,” Bucky hummed sarcastically.

“You’re just as bad, you know. Forget porcupines - you’re like a venomous sea urchin or something,” Steve shot back at his friend. You snorted.

“Steve… you’ve really got to work on your teasing skills,” you chuckled. “A ‘sea urchin?’ Really?”

“I could just take your ice cream”

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t you dare.”

Steve held your gaze for a moment, eyes darting briefly to the bag on the counter between you with the ice cream inside. You lunged for the bag handle, but Steve predicted your move, snatching it out of your reach before you could get a hand on it.

“Damnit, Steve!! Give it back!” you whined, rounding the counter to swipe for the grocery bag. He turned his back to you, maintaining a barrier between you and the prize. “Bucky! Help me out here!”

“Nah, this is pretty funny to watch,” Bucky chuckled, snickering as you swatted at Steve’s arm.

“Yeah but your ice cream is in there too!”

Bucky sighed. “You make a fair point. Steve, buddy, give it back.”

Steve snorted. “You’ve been just as much a pain in my rear today! Why would I give it back to you either?”

You gasped dramatically, catching Bucky’s eye. “Are you gonna let him talk to you like that?”

“‘Course not!”

Without warning, Bucky lunged at his super soldier friend, tackling him to the floor. The bag of ice cream slipped from Steve’s grasp in his surprise, which you quickly snatched up before he could regain the wherewithal to take it back. With a triumphant shout, you tore the cover off your pint of ice cream and dug a spoon out of the drawer, swiping a scoop off the top layer and shoving it in your mouth with a contented sigh.

“Mm… finawwy,” you mumbled with your mouth full. Swallowing, you pointed your spoon accusatorially at Steve where he was currently trying to shove Bucky off himself. “You know, you’ve been a pain in my rear all day. You deserved this - it’s nice to see someone teaching you a lesson.”

“You two are pains in my rear every day!” Steve huffed as he grasped at Bucky’s shoulders and pushed.

“You did not just say that!” you gasped dramatically.

“Yeah, how dare you!” Bucky added, pinching at Steve’s side for emphasis.

“Bahah- Bucky, don’t start this,” Steve warned as he grasped his friend’s wrists to still his hands.

“Ooh! Wait!” You set your ice cream and spoon down on the counter beside you. “I want a go! Bucky, hold him there for a minute.”

“Whahat??” Steve laughed in surprise, a nervous edge to his voice.

“Sure!” Bucky offered, ignoring his friend’s protests as he maneuvered his wrists from Steve’s grasp and swiftly pinned his arms to the floor a few inches from his sides. “Quick, before he gets free!”

"On it!" You crouched down beside the super soldiers as Steve tugged against Bucky's grip. Without waiting to listen to Steve's protests any further, you began to scribble your fingertips into his exposed sides and ribs rapidly. You heard a thump behind you as Steve kicked his heel against the floor in protest, now pulling more frantically to escape his best friend's hold.

"HA-HEHEY! Cut it ohout!!"

"Nah. I deserve a little reward for tolerating you all day," you snickered, prodding at his belly. "Hey, Buck - where should I get him next?"

"Ohh, definitely under his arms," he suggested with a smirk. You pinched your way up his ribcage before slotting your hands into the narrow space between his biceps and his upper ribs. Bucky adjusted his grip to pry his friend's arms away from his sides as he attempted to clamp them down to limit the space under his arms.

"BUCKY!! Let me go-HO-HO this I-HI-INSTANT!" Steve demanded.

"No can do, buddy. I'm enjoying watching you get taken down a peg."

"DAHAMNIT BAHARNES!!"

"Oof, language Steve!" you teased, digging your fingers into the soft spot under his arms. "Where else is he ticklish?"

"The spot on his stomach right under his ribs - that'll really get him good." Steve nearly managed to slip his wrist from Bucky's grasp, but he quickly shifted his grip once again. "Better do it quick - I can't hold him much longer."

"Say no more." You pulled your hands free from under Steve's arms and danced your fingertips across the muscle-clad skin of his abdomen just under his ribcage as Bucky suggested. He threw his head back with a heavy stream of laughter at your touch, arching his back against the floor in desperation. It was only another moment before he finally succeeded in escaping Bucky's grasp.

Steve sat up swiftly, a playful but menacing gleam in his eye as his gaze immediately landed on you.

"Oh-ho, shit!" You scrambled to get to your feet to make your escape, groaning defeatedly when you felt a strong set of arms wrap around your waist and yank you backward.

“You really think I’d let you get away with that?” Steve asked rhetorically as he tightened his arms around your midsection to hold you in place.

“W-wait, Steve, we can- ahaha nohoho!” Your protests were cut short as Steve’s fingers kneaded into your sides. “Bucky! Hehehelp!!”

“Nuh-uh. You’re on your own, my friend.” The infuriatingly unhelpful super soldier waltzed over to the counter to retrieve his ice cream, planting himself atop the countertop and digging in while observing the two of you wrestling on the floor below.

“USELEHESS!!” you cried, attempting futilely to pry Steve’s hands off your sides.

“Nice try. You should know better than to mess with me by now,” Steve teased. He loosened his grip slightly to scratch at your belly. A rumbling laugh erupted in his chest when you screeched in protest and doubled over, suddenly much more frantic. “Oh, what’s this?”

“DAHAMNIT STE-HEE-HEVE!” Your grip on his hands was far too weak to even budge them now - not that you’d had any hope of succeeding before your muscles had weakened from his tickling. You leaned more heavily into him as you succumbed to laughter. He responded by lowering you down to lay on the floor beside him, freeing both hands to dart randomly around your sides and stomach. Weakly, you tapped your palm on the floor beside you in surrender. Steve threw in a few more exceedingly ticklish light scratches along your belly before relenting in his revenge.

“That’ll teach you,” he teased with a grin, offering you a hand to help you off the ground. You grasped your abdominal muscles that were now aching from laughter.

“I-hi… I’ll probably still mess with you,” you admitted breathlessly. Steve made a noise of protest in his throat and reached over to pinch your side, but you swatted his hand away. “Noho more! You’ll kill me!”

“So dramatic.” He rolled his eyes. “Here - here’s your ice cream. Hope it melted while you were tormenting me.”

“Harsh!” You snatched it from his hand and stuck out your tongue, then turned to look at Bucky. "And you - you were zero help, thank you."

"Hey! I held him down for you! I was very helpful, in my personal opinion."

The three of you went right back to your friendly bickering session, as though nothing had happened. Any outside might wonder how you could all be friends, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | May 12th-19th 2024

Had a wonderful long weekend with a friend, what about you guys? Anyone else super nervous about this week's episode? 😅

Complete

all roads lead to eddie diaz by wafflesofdoom/ @capseycartwright (S7, BuckTommy, Pre-Buddie | 1,2K | General): eddie and tommy have a revelatory conversation about the buck of it all.

another thing i forced to be a sign by bellabrady (Post-7x07: Ghost of a Second Chance | 2K | Not Rated): Or: Buck finds out about Kim, which leads to him calling Eddie out on the pattern with relationships.

🔥 I hang on every word you say by ColorMeParanoid/ @color-me-paranoid (Getting Together | 4K | Teen): “I couldn’t help but notice how hesitant you’ve been about getting back onto the dating scene despite saying that you’re ready,” Buck said, going for nonchalant and likely missing it by the mile. “I figured a little boost in confidence and a crash course in how to pull off a perfect first date wouldn’t hurt.” Or, the one in which Buck assumes Eddie sucks at dating and decides to do something about it

just release me, i can't take it by actualalligator/ @actualalligator (Post-Lawsuit | 5K | General): After the fight in the grocery store, Buck withdraws the lawsuit and leaves town. Maybe for good.

i'll look after you by ipretendtobesane/ @useramor (Buck&Chris | 6K | Teen): “You don’t have to kiss it, Mads,” he started telling her around ten years old. Maddie would ruffle his hair and scoff. “Of course I do, punk. How else will it seal the deal?” It was the only comfort he knew. It’s also the only tradition he can pass down to Chris. or: buck and chris building their own set of traditions throughout the years

how forever feels by icesculptures/ @ice-sculptures (Madney Wedding AU, Getting Together | 8K | General): Or: tired of the growing distance between them, Eddie asks Buck to dance at Maddie and Chimney's wedding, healing more than his own heart along the way.

🔥 Cowboy With a One Track Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergence, Not A Firefighter Buck | 22K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 7 (Land): Grieving and tortured, Evan Buckley has been living alone in Montana in a remote cabin for nearly a decade. After an incident that leaves him missing six months of his life, and suddenly in connection with a group of strangers from Los Angeles, Evan must decide whether to remain in his self-imposed exile, or take a chance at life again.

WIP

🔥 some things fall when they're meant to fall by sibylsleaves/ @sibylsleaves (Post S7E5 | 2/4 | 11K | Teen): or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.

What’s Your Order? by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Post-S7E5, BuckTommy | 5/6 | 14K | Teen): 5 Times Buck Guessed Tommy’s Coffee Order + 1 Time He Didn’t Have To

🔥 stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong by Daffi_990_ao3/ @daffi-990 (Canon Divergent, Different First Meeting | 5/10 | 39K | Not Rated): Probational Firefighters Evan “Buck” Buckley and Eddie Diaz meet on a call which ends with them at odds with each other. As the months roll by, they keep running into each other on the job, much to Eddie’s dismay and Buck’s delight. Can they put aside their first opinions and misunderstandings and allow the seeds of friendship, and possibly something more, to take root?

🔥 change the prophecy by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Alternate Timeline, Curse/Magic | 11/12 | 26K | Mature): Buck has never felt secure in any of his relationships; he’s been searching for someone to see him the way he feels he’s meant to be seen, but after things start going downhill with Tommy, he thinks that person might just not exist. Eddie cannot figure out what’s wrong with him when it becomes clear things with Marisol aren’t going to work out. But what if they’re both forgetting something?

🔥 for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 15/? | 126K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

🔥 Held Up a Lightning Rod (Wonder Why I'm Struck) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Not A Firefighter Eddie, Sugar Baby Buck | 2/? | 10K | Explicit): When Eddie Diaz stumbles his way into money, he finds himself one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles - to his dismay. He needs a way to get people off his back without confessing his messy marital situation, and Shannon's still not answering his calls, so he caves to a friend's suggestion: hire someone to pretend to be his partner. Enter Evan "Buck" Buckley: sugar baby, fire fighter, and the man about to turn Eddie's world upside down.

🔥 Steal My Sunshine by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Altered Memories | 5/9 | 15K | Mature): Memories hazy and unreliable, Eddie Diaz wakes up every morning in a house at the end of a cul de sac, goes to his office job at a petroleum engineering company, and comes home to his wife and son. But something is missing, and the more Eddie begins to put the pieces together, the stranger the predicament he finds himself in. 

Podfic

🔥 [Podfic] maybe i'll be brave enough by then by Silverkat1620/ @silverkat1620 // fic by trippedandfell/ @trippedandfell (Amnesia | 20-30min | Teen): “So,” Eddie starts, taking a long sip. “How long have I had the ring?” Hen chokes on her coffee. “I’m sorry,” she says, eyes wide behind her glasses. “What ring?” or: an amnesia au (with a twist).

🔥 [Podfic] Fire on Fire by Itty_Bitty_Blondie/ @itty-bitty-blondie for extasiswings/ @extasiswings (Quarantine, S4 | 30-45min | Teen): "You’re sleeping with him.” “I’m not—” Eddie rolls his eyes and corrects himself halfway through. “I’m not sleeping with him like that, okay?” Sophia looks at him for a long moment as her gaze turns from teasing to thoughtful. “But you want to be. Right?” [Or: Buck and Eddie get in the habit of sharing a bed while living together during quarantine. It's platonic until it isn't.]

🔥 [Podfic] Here, Beneath My Lungs by Itty_Bitty_Blondie for glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (First Kiss | 5K | Teen): “Okay, okay, come on, let’s do this,” Buck says, in a trying-to-be-serious tone that just sets Eddie off again. “Come on, we’re gonna do this right. You need the full Buckley Experience.” “Someone’s confident,” Eddie manages. “I know what I’m good at,” Buck says, and something about the way he says it—grinning and smug with laughter still leaking out of the edges of his smile—makes Eddie go still.

🔥 [podfic] not all of us are heroes (not all of us are brave) by Matriaya // fic by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Post-S6, Getting Together | 45-60min | General): Buck shakes his head and grimaces apologetically at Marisol. "I'm so sorry for interrupting your night," he tells her. "I'm gonna leave you guys to it, but it was nice to see you again." "Nice to see you too," Marisol replies with a smile. "Sorry again," he addresses this one to Eddie. "I didn't think. I just—" "You thought Chris needed you," Eddie says softly, eyes so warm Buck wants to stay here forever. "Don't apologise for that." "Right, well." Buck takes a deep breath to calm his still pounding heart before saluting at Christopher. "Forever at your service, Superman." He backs out of the kitchen in an exaggerated bow, ducking to hide his smile when Christopher's laugh follows him out.

🔥 [podfic] brick by Itty_Bitty_Blondie/ @itty-bitty-blondie // fic by spqr (Post-Coma, S6, Getting Together | 1-1.5h | Explicit): The first thing Buck noticed when he walked through the door was the smell of plaster and wet paint. There was a white spot on the wall in the living room, primered but without any color yet, about the size of a man’s fist. Eddie looked sheepish. His knuckles were still bruised, scabbed over but healing. “You were in a coma,” was all he said. “Yeah,” Buck agreed. He knew the feeling.

🔥 [Podfic] I Hit the Accelerator (But the Car was in Reverse) by MistMarauder/ @mistmarauder for extasiswings/ @extasiswings , letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (S2-3, Friends With Benefits, BDSM | 7-10h | Explicit): When Buck is forced to confront the truth about his breakup with Abby, having casual sex with his hot new coworker seems like the best rebound idea. Unfortunately, that hot new coworker turns into his best friend. But best friends can keep having sex with each other, right? There's no way this could possibly go wrong.

[luckyarchivist]

Archivist Hypothesis: Vere the Shadowfox

I already talked about this theory in Vere's loresheet, but I'm posting it here as well!

Having re-reviewed [half] the demo, I think that Vere may be umbrakinetic, which Google assures me is the fancy word for being able to control shadows.

In the demo, MC says that Monsters are "inhuman beings with unnatural powers", so being a Monster isn't just a cosmetics thing. While one of Vere's powers is surely having the fluffiest ears and tail in a 100-mile radius, that's not all.

When we first meet Vere—or right before, rather—the MC encounters an oppressive shadowbeast. Though we never see it head on, it's described as “[running] down the street in rivulets” and “[spreading] like ink into blotted shapes.” These shadows form into a threatening being with claws and a muzzle filled with sharp teeth. But, when we turn, there's no giant black monster about to eat them, just this asshole.

And he's got our key, despite being more than an arm's length away. How'd he get a hold of it? Because his shadowfox was literally right up on us two seconds ago—plenty of opportunity to slip a key out of a pocket, especially if you're a shadow and not a physical person.

Not only that, but when Vere smells Kuras on you, “the shadows around him seethe and boil,” like his powers are responding to his decidedly negative emotions about the angel doctor.

This mini-theory seems like an easy shot, so I hope I'm not saying something everyone else already knows 😅 It only just occurred to me on this play-through, since I'm scouring the demo for info for the loresheets and not just drooling over Ais tiddies.

Let me know if you came to the same conclusion, or any other thoughts you have!

[gejo333]

A Misunderstanding V

Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider Reader

-> Pt. I -> Epilogue

Summary: Miguel finds out you were shot from a robbery gone wrong as he races to you in hope that you are still alive.

So if you read my last post. I said I would only post one more chapter for this series. I lied😅. I am going to write one last chapter for “A Misunderstanding.”

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

Enjoy!💕

Wc: 3.4k

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Miguel’s heart raced against his chest. His stomach felt like it was in his throat. He felt sick. You were shot. His mind raced to the worst thoughts, seeing your lifeless body when he arrived at the scene.

When the anchor said you got shot, he rushed out the door. Luckily he could be in his suit within seconds as he sprinted out of the bedroom window and swinged as fast as he could to the mall downtown.

His heart raced a mile a minute as it rang in his ears. He just got you back. He just got his family back. He couldn’t lose it after having it only for a few days. You couldn’t leave Mateo a motherless child. You couldn’t leave him.

Miguel smashed through a window from a department store as he made his way toward the scene. On his way, he saw people hiding, some injured from gunshot wounds. But he needed to get to you first. He needed to see if you were still alive.

As he turned the corner, he saw you holding your shoulder with your hand. Relief washed over him. Seeing that you were alive and standing. But seeing blood dripping from your shoulder down your arm made him livid.

You didn’t notice Miguel as you were focused on the gunman informing of you. You had shot a web towards his gun, sticking it to the wall behind him, but not before you were shot in the shoulder. It was painful, but relief washed over you when the bullet didn’t hit anywhere vital. The thoughts of Mateo swirled in your mind. What were you thinking of coming here? You just thought it was a simple robbery at the mall bank. But it wasn’t, and you were very close to having Mateo grow up without you.

Your mind returned to focus when you saw Miguel tackle the gunman before the guy could pull a second gun. The gun went off, which made you panic.

“Miguel!” You screamed as dread washed over you. You saw Miguel move the second gun from the gunman as he tied the man up. Miguel stood up as he breathed out. He was surprised by you as you tackled him to the ground in a hug.

"Y/n." Miguel sat up as he wrapped you in a tight embrace, making you wince. He quickly moved you away from his hold as he looked at your injured shoulder. The wound wasn’t in a fatal area. But the amount of blood seeping from you staining your suit, made him worry. He picked you up bridal style and carried you away.

“What about the gunman?”

“I broke the guns, and he’s tied up. The police and medics are on their way there. My focus is on you.” Once you both left the mall, Miguel opened a portal to HQ.

Arriving at HQ, Miguel went straight to the medical center, where a spider nurse took you both to a bed. It had only been a few minutes, and Miguel was growing agitated. With your good arm, you placed your hand in his and squeezed it to help calm him down.

“I’m alright, Miguel. Once the bullets are out, my healing will kick in. I’ll be completely fine in a few hours.”

“Where is the damn doctor,” Miguel growled out loud.

“Miguel.” You slightly tugged at his hand to make him look at you. His stern gaze softened when his gaze fell upon you. A sigh escaped his lips as he cupped your cheek. He rubbed his thumb against your cheek.

“I was scared, cariño. I thought the worst happened to you.” You leaned into his touch as you placed your hand over his.

“I’m sorry I worried you. I didn’t realize the robbery would escalate like that.”

“You should have woken me up. I would have gone with you.”

“I know. But I thought I could handle it.”

“Y/n, you are a very talented Spiderwoman. The best one out of all the universes. I knew you could easily beat me in a fight if you wanted to. But it has been a while since you’ve been Spiderwoman. And Im saying this in the best way possible, mi amor, but you haven’t fought a villain in a long time. If you want to be Spiderwoman again, which I know you do, you must train again at HQ. But it’s not just us anymore. We have Mateo.”

“You’re right. It has been a long time. I shouldn’t have risked my safety like that. I should have asked you to come. For Mateo’s sake. If the villain comes again, I’ll ensure you are with me.” Your words brought relief to Miguel’s face. He was about to lean down to kiss your lips lovingly. However, the curtain pulled back with the spider doctor right behind.

“I see you- oh, sir! I’m sorry if I was interrupting anything.” Said the doctor, becoming slightly nervous when he noticed his boss.

“It’s fine. You should have been here sooner.” Miguel scolded the doctor. You internally chuckle at Miguel’s protectiveness over you.

“Sorry, sir. Now here is a bit of numbing so you don’t feel any pain when I take the bullet out.” The doctor picked up the needle and pressed it against your shoulder. You hissed from the pain of the needle directly against your wound. Miguel held your hand and gave you a love squeeze as he kissed your head to help ease the pain. You smiled up at him and sighed in relief when the pain subsided, the drug already taking effect.

The doctor took the large tweezers and grabbed the bullet from your shoulder. It felt weird with the tweezers and the bullet moving inside you, but luckily, you didn’t feel any pain.

“There we go. All done. You should be fully healed by morning. Try to sleep on your back tonight.” The doctor patted you before throwing the syringe and bloody clothes in the hazardous bin.

“Thank you.” You say as you stand up from the medical bed. As you walk out of the medical center, you bump into Jess.

“Omg! Y/n, are you ok?” Asked Jess as she came to your side.

“A gunshot wound from a shooting. It’s nothing.” You reassure her.

“It’s not nothing.” Huffed Miguel as he gave you a soft glare.

“It was a robbery gone wrong at a mall. And I went on my own.” You nervously smile when you see Jess’ disapproval reaction.

“Y/n... that wasn’t safe. You should have had Miguel go with you.”

“Yeah...Miguel already lectured me about it at the medical center.” You lightly chuckle before going on your toes to kiss Miguel on the cheek to make him less grumpy at you, which happily worked when you saw his lips twitch into a small smile. You felt your phone buzz. When you checked to see who it was, all the blood on your face drained.

Shit. It was your sister.

“Shoot. My sister has been calling and texting me. She must have seen the news. We have to go, Miguel. Mateo must be freaking out.” Your worried look reflected off on Miguel as you both said goodbye to Jess before opening a portal back to your apartment.

You both got out of your suits and back into casual clothing before entering your apartment to see your sister sitting on the couch, staring at the tv playing the news. When she noticed you walk in, Nora shot off the sofa before bear-hugging you. You hissed in pain from her hug, which she moved back, sorry etched on her face.

“Thank god you are safe! They said you got shot! But they wouldn’t say anything else! And you weren’t picking up any of my calls or texts. I thought you were dead!”

“I’m sorry for worrying you. Is Mateo alright? Did he hear anything?”

“No, he doesn’t know anything. I told him you were running errands and would return soon.” Nora’s response brought relief to your mind. You were relieved that Mateo wasn’t traumatized. You rush to his room, where you see him play with his toy cars.

“Momma!” Mateo dropped his toys and ran into your arms as you picked him up, holding him tight against you.

“Hi, sweetie.” You kissed his head and cheek as you hugged your son tighter. Tears brimmed your eyes as the fear of leaving your child alone is the worse thing you could imagine.

“Momma, why are you crying?” Mateo looked at you with his big brown puppy eyes and pout on his face, now sad that his mom was tearing up. You quickly wiped your tears and smiled to show him you were alright.

“Oh, I’m alright. I just missed you so much.”

“I missed you too!” Mateo wrapped his arms around your neck in a hug. With Mateo in your arms, you walked back into the living room, where you saw Miguel leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee. When he saw you, he set it down and walked over to his family.

“Where did Nora go?”

“Some work emergency pulled her away. She said she would talk to you tomorrow.” He wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your cheek.

“Eww.” Mateo giggled as he scrunched up his nose. Both you and Miguel smiled at your son’s childish attitude.

“Aww, papito, I’m only telling Mamma I love her.” Said Miguel as he gently ruffled his son’s hair. You smiled and kissed Miguel’s cheek.

“Eww! Mamma!” Mateo giggled.

“Like your papa said, I’m just showing that I love him. Like I love you.” You then place a kiss on Mateo’s cheek, which makes him giggle. Miguel then kissed Mateo’s cheek and began to tickle him, which filled the room with Mateo’s laughter.

Your heart melted at the sight. You wanted to remember this moment forever, and you wanted to have more like this one.

Mateo began to wiggle out of your arms, so you decided to set him down. Mateo then ran off into his room to go play with his toys. You turned back to Miguel, and your heart swooned at the sight. You had never seen him this happy, making you smile just as brightly.

You took a deep breath. The butterflies in your stomach reappeared, suddenly nervous around Miguel. Knowing you so well, Miguel picked up on it as he wrapped his arms around you and cupped your cheek.

“Qué es mi amor?” Miguel’s gaze scanned your face, trying to figure out what you wanted to tell him.

“Do you want to move in? I know it’s sudden since it’s only been a week since coming back into each other’s lives, but it’s been a great week. Mateo is so happy to have his father in his life, and I’m happy you are here too. But if it’s too sudden, you don’t-” Miguel interrupted your tangent with a kiss. You felt him smile against your lips which made you pull away, curious as to what he thought about your suggestion.

“Of course, I want to live with you and Mateo. You both are my world, and I can’t imagine not living in it.” His words made you so happy as your cheeks turned pink, and you smiled at him.

“Guess what, Mateo?” You said out loud, which perked your five your old’s interest as he ran out of his room.

“Yeah?”

“Papa’s moving in.”

“Yay!” Mateo yelled joyfully as he ran into his father’s arms. Miguel easily scooped him up and hugged him.

...

It had been a month and a half since you asked Miguel to move in, and it’s been amazing. You had gotten into a nice routine with your family.

In the mornings, you’d wake up to Miguel making breakfast, or he would wake you up at the ungodly morning hours to help train you back to being Spiderwoman. Though you never were a morning person who could wake up at 4:30 like your boyfriend, you did enjoy the showers you would take together after working out. Some mornings when Miguel was tired from monitoring the multiverse and being Spiderman, you could convince him that you would make breakfast, even though you would still hear him grumble across the kitchen counter, saying he should be making it since you do so much already.

After getting ready, the three of you would walk Mateo to school. After saying your goodbyes, you and Miguel would go to Spider HQ. You decided to quick your journalist job since it paid less and you didn’t enjoy it anymore. So you went full-time at Spider HQ. It was a way better job. The pay was better, better benefits; you got to be Spiderwoman, and best of all, you got to work beside Miguel all day.

It was nice being back at HQ, especially now that there are many more spiders. Six years ago, there weren’t that many, so your social circle was small, only including Miguel, Jess, and Peter B. But now your social circle was massive! It’s dwindle a bit, only because many spiders were interested at first in finding out that Miguel had a girlfriend since they only believed their boss was very aloof and angry. However, since you’ve been around, some spiders have told you that he has been a lot nicer to be around.

You did become close friends with a few rebellious spiders, which Miguel was initially annoyed by. Even in a short time, you’ve become a big sister/mother to Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr. Even Miguel has acted like a father figure with the young spiders. Still, he would never admit it to anyone except you in private.

Your days at HQ usually consisted of training with Miguel, going on small missions, or helping with monitoring the multiverse. You would force Miguel to take a break and eat lunch with you on breaks. If he couldn’t remove himself from the screen, you would grab food with the young spiders and bring him food after your break.

When it was time to pick up Mateo, you and Miguel went to pick him up. At first, it was only you since Miguel had to reorganize his schedule so that Jess could have more leadership at HQ so that he could be with his family. When your little family was back together, you would spend time together by going to the park and then going back home for dinner.

On the weekends, you would have small family trips after Mateo’s soccer practice. You would either go to the beach or adventure somewhere in the city. And every other weekend, Mateo would go to your sisters so you and Miguel could go on a date and spend the night together without worrying about being a parent for the night.

You loved your little routine, not wanting a single thing to change.

“Go, Mateo!” You cheer on your son, kicking the ball down the field. In the past month since he started playing, he has improved. Well, to you, he did. You were his mother, after all.

“Here, Cariño.” Miguel passed you a bottle of water that he went to go buy from the nearest corner store.

“Thank you, Miggy.” You kissed his cheek as thanks before taking a sip of your water.

“How are you feeling now?” His eyebrows scrunched slightly as his lips put in a slight frown, concerned about you.

“The water helps, but I still feel pretty under the weather. I’m sure it’s nothing. I bet I’ll be fine in the morning.” You took his hand and gave him a love squeeze to ease his worries.

“I’m sure you will be.” He kissed your forehead as he smiled down at you before the two of you continued to watch your son kick around the ball with his teammates. After watching five-year-olds try to play soccer for another 30 minutes, the kids return to their parents.

“Did you see me kick the ball into goal?” Mateo yelled as he ran towards you and Miguel.

"Fuiste increíble, Papito!" Miguel picked up Mateo. Miguel has been speaking more Spanish to Mateo for the past few weeks to teach him, which you loved. Miguel had taught you Spanish when you first started dating. However, you weren’t really fluent. So you were happy that your son was learning to speak it.

Your smile quickly disappeared when you felt a sudden surge of nausea consume you. You rushed to the park restroom and into a stall as you hurled your guts into the toilet. The door to the bathroom slammed open as you heard someone come into your stall. You felt your hair gently pulled behind you to not get vomit on it as you felt Miguel kneel next to you.

“Mi amor, are you alright? Are you feeling ok?” Miguel rubbed your back to make you feel better as you hurled into the toilet. You leaned away from the toilet when you felt you wouldn’t puke again as you placed your hand on your chest to control your breathing. Miguel quickly grabbed a few tissues as he gently wiped your face. Your heart melted at his gesture. By how vast the multiverse was, how did you find such an amazing man?

“I’m fine. It must be a stomach bug or something. Thank you.” You blow him an air kiss since you just hurled your guts out.

“Of course.” Miguel rubbed your back as you stood up and went to tidy yourself up by the sink.

“Wait! Where’s Mateo?” Panic rose in your face as you turned to Miguel.

“I asked Georgia to keep an eye on him.” Relief washed over you when Miguel reassured you that Mateo was fine. However, your stomach sat unsettled as the thought of your son made another thought pop into your head.

You both walked out of the bathroom towards the soccer field with the group of parents and kids.

“Hey, Georgia! Thank you so much for watching him.” You thanked her as Mateo ran into your arms.

“Of course! Hope everything ok?” Georgia asked, slightly concerned. Over the past month, Mateo and Simon have become good friends, and so have you and Georgia. At first, you bonded over your annoyance with Emily and her posse, but you both learned you have some things in common.

“Yeah! I’m good. Just something I ate, probably.”

“Well, feel better! See you at drop off on Monday!” Said Georgia before you, and Miguel said your goodbyes before you went on your way back home.

Before entering the apartment, you gently grabbed Miguel’s bicep to stop him. He turned to you, brows furrowed, curious for the sudden stop.

“I need to make a quick stop at the corner store.” The three of you walked into the store as Miguel followed you to your destination with Mateo in his arms. You stopped right in front of the pregnancy tests. You looked up at Miguel, who looked back at you with eyes slightly wide.

“Do you think?” He asked.

“Maybe. I am two days late on my period. And there might have been a chance I missed a pill.” You bit your lip as you picked up your desired brand and went to pay for it.

After returning to the apartment, you quickly walk to the bathroom. Doing the deed, you know pace back and forth in your bedroom while waiting for the test results. The alarm on your phone startled you as you pressed the button on your phone for it to stop. You look at Miguel as he stands beside you, also nervous.

Going over to your nightstand, you pick up the test as the both of you sit on the bed.

Pregnant

You were pregnant again. You look over to Miguel, who looks back at you. Your heart banged against your chest, eager to know his answer. A wide toothy grin appeared on his face, showing his dimples as his reddish brown hues were filled with so much love and joy.

A smile spread across your face as tears brimmed in your eyes. Miguel cupped your cheek and placed a loving kiss on your lips. You kissed him again before separating as Miguel said, “Guess we need to find a bigger apartment.”

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Hope you enjoyed it!💕

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Question the person that was driving MileApo after the event was done …..was it mile’s mom ? And if so… was Apo with them at dinner 🤔….bc ppl were saying they heard Apo laughing in the background of his moms ig post ………

It’s a question I wasn’t quite sure if I was following what the ppl were saying on TW 😅😅😅

me, staring at the ceiling muttering myself about how I'm going to do this. i am a clown and i am going to clown town in my clown car

OK so. Yesterday, Mile and Apo left the Srichand event together.

Neither of them were driving and the driver of the video is unknown. But P'Gift and Mile's mom have very similar haircuts, and were speculating between P'Gift and Mama Nathanee.

Mile later went out to dinner with his family to celebrate his mother's birthday. I can only post one video per post, so I'll gif this one, but Mile posted an IG story of him feeding his mom a fry and there was no sound. The link has the full 13 second video posted by Bee.

Today, Mama Romsaithong posted this video with audio to her TikTok. At around 10 seconds into the video, Mile makes a bad joke and then looks across the table and you can hear someone who laughs a lot like Apo's dolphin laugh

Here's the joke:

💚what are u eating krub? 🍒i'm eating cow's cheek 💚do u wanna eat Chuang's cheek? 🍒I don't eat Chuang's cheek because i like to eat firm cheek, don't like to eat saggy one (looks across the table and you can hear giggling) 💚you~let's see your cheek, come on~ let me see it 🍒i'm joking (2x) 💚 so bold of u~ 🍒today i'm eating Italian food 💚Italian food? 🍒that's right kub~ 💚then how does it taste like? 🍒it's delicious 💚delicious,, if it's delicious,,how do u do it? 🍒it's delicious *with a pose 💚okay~~

(translated by strawberry milk)

Mile's face... 🙃

Then around 0:17, people (*ahem* NOT ME BECAUSE I AM NOT PUBLICLY CLAIMING ANYTHING) say they can hear Apo talking. It's his little ducky voice, around when the camera is zooming into the dish and it's under Mama Rom's voice.

A fan was also at the restaurant and managed this beautiful shot of the decor that ~happened~ 😗😗😗 to have Mile in it and Mile's guest discretely hidden behind the impressive lemon tree* (@moerusai mentioned those are too big to be lemons, they might be pomelos WHATEVER ARE WE REALLY GOING TO ARGUE ABOUT THIS)

Which of course prompted The Jokes. You can see Papa Romsaithong to what would be Mama's left and either P'Man or some people say another cousin who also attended the Srichand event to support Mile.

Mile's dinner partner, sitting across from him in the white shirt, is hidden.

I'm-- I'm just gonna say this: the Thai fans protect them, individually and together, a lot. Don't think they're stupid. Whoever took the photo intentionally positioned the camera so their guest was hidden.

I'm not implying anything, I'm just letting you know for a fact they know a lot more than they share with international fans who can be very cruel and drama-mongering for no reason, and talk in spaces international fans can't get to easily (their own closed FB groups, Line/chat groups, etc. etc.)

As always, just collecting what people are saying about the photos, videos, etc. Make your own judgment about these things.

thanks to @lorddio and @moerusai for helping me collect 🙃 evidence. If we're going to call it that.

[pavedinashes-if]

Since it’s holiday season, how would the ros react to being caught under the mistletoe with mc during crushing stage 🥰💞 (if you don’t wanna write everyone’s you know who my favs are lol)

Hi Steph,

well, normally I don't do all 12 ROs in one ask anymore, but I feel like we / you with your art 💞 spoiled a specific group of readers here 😅 to be exact, like 50% -1, referring to the number of ROs you wanna go for and have created an MC and delicious art lol

Therefore, let's go...

Under the mistletoe

[I picked a scene in which MC and the RO are alone]

>> Long post and poll below

neighbour

"Look" they voice almost singing as they point at the mistletoe. They try to hide a smile, but very poorly. And once you smile back, gone are their attempts of subtlety. Sam steps so close you feel their breath on your face, the smell of sweet mulled wine kissing your nose and you chuckle. Raising their hand to your face you hold your breath. It's not just a touch, it's an exploration as their fingers trail along the lines of your face, taking their time. Your eyes are fixed on theirs and you feel butterflies going menace in your stomach as you can sense with every pore of your body that to Sam this is more than "just a mistletoe moment". Then their thumb runs over your lower lip, they move in closer and place their lips right next to it.

ex

In case you haven't noticed, they will most definitely make sure you do now. Some wigglin eyebrows, some throat clearing and the least innocent smirk you could imagine. They want nothing more than to kiss you. Hmm, how odd, you wonder where all these mistletoes came from.

bestie

You see N fidget with their key, they seem nervous and you can't place a finger on to why. Instead you place your hand on their shoulder / call out their name softly and they startle. Their eyes wide, an awkward uncomfortable expression on their face. "Are you ok?" you ask. "Eh, yeah, I'm fine, thanks" their face getting redder with each word. You study them for a moment, then, here it is! A fleeting movement, easily missed, but yet you saw their eyes fall onto something above you two. And then, it all makes sense. You snicker, which makes N run their hand through their hair, trying to hide. Unfortunate for them, once they are done with whatever failed maneuver, they are met with a warm smile and even warmer eyes. "I, I would like... to kiss you." they whisper as you read the words from their lips.

bestie’s bf /gf

They laugh, as they've seen the mistletoe from miles away. The sound making you turn instantly, a warm feeling in your chest is spreading, as it always does at the warm tone, a gift from the gods, you're convinced, soft and deep and silky smooth. Their eyes are on your lips as they run their tongue over theirs. A preparation or pure teasing you wonder. But then their hand lands on your arm, seductively finding its way higher and higher, up to your shoulder, your neck, your face, a little stop, and then, it wanders into your hair, a firm grip and now you are sure their motives are anything but innocent as their other hand grabs your waist and pulls you closer.

childhood friend

you have no idea what's wrong with Biance, her face is bright red and she is avoiding your gaze, no proper conversation possible either, all she replies is "Hm, uh hu, mmh?" Then you notice the mistletoe. How about a memorable heart attack in the morning?

new friend

Their eyes land on the mistletoe before yours and they purposefully approach it, hooking into your arm and pulling you along. Then they pick you up "Hey! What are you doing?!" you exclaim between laughs. "Taking you hostage, your only way out is through paying your debts". "What? What kind of debts? Since when do I have debts?" You pretend to be shocked. They spin you around "Since... 5 seconds ago." An offended look on your face. "And how much are my debts?", with furrowed brows you receive your response "Hmm... a hundred kisses." they wink at you. "I thought the mistletoes means one kiss..." you express defiantly. "Oh no, that's a very special mistletoe, from the lands of the faes and wishes." Ok, this one confuses you seriously. "Sure...", you roll your eyes "... and what if I refuse?", He giggles at your skepticism "Oh, you don't wanna risk this, 'cause then you're stuck with me here until you're old and wrinkly and begin to smell funny...unless that's what you want" an eyebrow lifting.

new foe

Alex is annoyed that he has to stand here and wait with you already, it's written all over his face. Still, he's throwing you glances every now and then, which you accidentally notice. Once caught, his jaw clenches and he avoids looking at you. Then he hears a "Huh.", turns around to see you quickly looking away from the mistletoe. Confused, he looks up, and for a moment he looses his cool. "Oh, don't worry..." he hisses in a venomous tone, then steps away from under the mistletoe, just to stay in safe distance from you. He takes out his phone and occupies himself with whatever. Hmm, you're sure his face wasn't that red before.

rival

they wonder why your expression changed for a second. taking a look around they notice the mistletoe. "You wish! You can kiss my ass..." How they'd react if you said ok to their proposition?

doctor

You smile, and they notice, cocking their head at you. "Why are you smiling?" they ask. You point at the mistletoe above. "Oh" a slight red undertone decorating their face. "Oh" you respond, and they titter softly. They move in closer, placing both hands on your cheeks, searching for something in your eyes. Next it's you who takes another step, into the radiating heat of their body. That's enough to make them dive in for the kiss. Is it Spring again? How long did this kiss last?

boss

D is busy on the phone, while you stand a bit apart after you gave up on trying to eavesdrop on the content a while ago. When they hang up, their eyes immediately fall to yours. "Izvini my dear" they respond, their hand placed on their heart. You cast them a smile, then they follow your eyes, which wander to the mistletoe above - they must've missed it while stopping to take the call mid-hallway. Suddenly their expression turns serious. Gone the tender moment. "Pepe." D declares disapprovingly. Their eyes fall back to yours and time stands still for you. Nothing. Your heart hammers in your chest, your face feels warm... yet, you can absolutely not read a single emotion from their face, as if they're not even here with you, until... "Did you need anything else?" their eyes narrowed and you swallow, then shake your head. A nod is all you get, and so you turn around ready to leave. "MC..." you stop, tensing and face D. Another moment of nothingness... "Tell Sasha to remove this." You nod, a lump in your throat.

dealer

Sparks turns around to see you smiling, they tilt their head in wonder. "What's up?" You motion towards the mistletoe. Their face turns bright red, they smile uncontrollably and begin to stutter "Eh, well, I mean, it's tradition... But, if you... you know..." Their expression a bit more insecure now "Who cares about tradition tho, pff, ...unless you do..." One day somebody will make a meme out of them fs

stranger

you raise your eyes from your phone and catch them looking at the mistletoe. when they look back at you, you wonder what comes next. You can see their mind is busy, but then they throw you a mark-shattering smile. As soon as you smile back they slowly move closer and gently, oh so gently, place a soft kiss on your cheek, a kiss that lingers, their grip suddenly tightening around your wrist.

[giggly-squiggily]

Carry On (Blue Lock)

....So Tumblr betrayed me 😅 I wasn't planning on posting this today but since some of y'all already saw it I figured what the heck, right? 🤣🤣🤣 Not mad; just flustered aljrjkerjkaejkrjekrja Anywho; here's a fic I wasn't planning on posting until November! :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13

Summary: Chigiri started liking the whole carrying thing he and Kunigami had going on. Of course- nothing in life comes for free: and his hero only accepts a certain currency.

The whole carrying thing- it was rather conflicting for Chigiri.

When it first happened, the redhead was too stunned to really react. They had finished running for an hour and his legs felt like lead. Laying on the grass was nice- even if it was within a pile of groaning, equally sweaty bodies.

“Need a hand, Princess?” Kunigami had blocked out the sun, hand outstretched. With some reluctance he was pulled to his feet, but it didn’t take long before the fatigue kicked in and made his legs buckle.

That’s when Kunigami swept him up- literally. The teasing jeers and annoying kissy noises were mute to the sound of Chigiri’s racing heart.

~~~

The second time it happened was fairly late. He’d just gotten done with the shower when he slipped, falling flat on his face before everyone. Panic ensued- they were all aware of his knee injury at that point- as Isagi grabbed him a towel and Raichi yelled for someone to get help.

“I’m fine- I didn’t tear it.” Chigiri waved them off, more embarrassed than anything. “Can someone hand me my clothes?”

When he was dressed, he was told to come down to the med bay (“We have a med bay?”) to ensure his leg wasn’t injured. That’s when Kunigami did his thing, sweeping him up once more and carrying him there.

“You’re limping- that’s a bad sign.”

“I can walk, Kunigami.”

“Hero’s always help those in need.”

Chigiri pretended the heat in his face was from the earlier ordeal.

~~~

The third time…well, that was just because.

“Ugh, I’m so tired…” Chigiri yawned, stretching his arms high as he and Kunigami left the cafeteria. Belly full and warmed from his bath, the walk back to their shared room with Reo felt like miles. He could easily have ran it if he wanted, but…

“What’s that look for?” Kunigami raised a brow at him, laughing at the innocent expression Chigiri donned. “Don’t tell me- you want a lift?”

“If I lied and said my legs hurt would you carry me?” Chigiri fluttered his lashes, unable to fight down a snort at Kunigami’s dramatic swoon. “I need a hero, someone to carry me back. Who shall do such a thing?”

“Never fear- for I am here!” Kunigami laughed as he gathered him up, earning a small squeak of surprise from the redhead. “Hang on, dear damsel- we’ll be there soon!”

“Who are you calling a damsel?” Chigiri shoved his shoulder lightly, shaking his head. “And take your time- I’m not exactly in a rush to watch Reo destroy my toothbrush again.”

“Long way it is.” Kunigami snickered as he changed course, adjusting his grip on the smaller boy. “Hey…is this okay?”

“I wouldn’t be in your arms if it wasn’t.” Chigiri shrugged, earning a small kiss against his temple. “It felt…weird, the first time you did it. I didn’t know how to react.”

“You got mad at me. For a fair reason.” Kunigami shrugged, the memory bringing a fond expression out. “You told me you’re not made of porcelain.”

“I’m not.” Chigiri nodded. “But…I could have been nicer saying it. Especially since you were just helping me.”

“Water under the bridge- besides; I really should have asked before picking you up like that.” Kunigami shrugged the best he could with Chigiri in his arms. “Now I’ve spoiled you. You want to be carried everywhere.”

“That’s right, hero. You’re my personal chauffeur.” Chigiri snickered, patting Kunigami’s cheek. “I’ll expect you by my side every second of the day, ready to carry me wherever I desire.”

“Tch- well. Chauffeur’s aren’t just there for free, princess. We demand payment!”

“Fair enough. What’s your preferred currency?”

Kunigami grinned, eyes dancing. Oh that look- he knew it all too well.

“I changed my mind, I think I can walk back by myself.” Chigiri squirmed some, looking for a way out of his requested imprisonment. “This was lovely, but I must go-”

“Now now- don’t think you’re getting off this ride without paying!” Kunigami grinned before he ducked down-

*PFFFFFT!*

“GAH! Ahehahahahhahhahaha, nhoohoohoohohoohoho whahahhait!” Chigiri cried, feet kicking like a child as he shoved at his boyfriend, trying to get his head away from his stomach. “Dohoohohohn’t do thahahahhahat!”

“Why not? It’s my preferred currency!” Kunigami laughed before doing it again, blowing another loud raspberry against his skin. Squeaks and squeals of laughter filled the empty hall, meaning following them as Kunigami made his slow return to their room. “After all the rides I’ve given you these past few months, I think I’m owed some backpay!”

“Stahhahahahap, I’m gohoohoohohnna fahhahahhahall!” Chigiri pleaded, relieved when Kunigami did in fact stop. “Ahehehehha, that was meh-EHHEHHEHEAN! AAHAHHAHA HERO!”

“Aww, did you think I was gonna stop with just raspberries? I’ll take the sound of your laughter all day any day.” Kunigami smiled as they came to the room, the hand supporting his legs creeping into the underside of his knees, sending waves of ticklishness throughout him. “This will do nicely as payment; oh here we are.”

Chigiri couldn’t respond, far too giggly. He buried his face into Kunigami’s shirt as they entered the room, squeaking when he was tossed unceremoniously upon the bed. “Wahahahait, wahhahait whahahahit!” He pleaded, backing up as Kunigami climbed over him. “Tihihihihme out!”

“Need a break?” Kunigami raised a brow, laughing as Chigiri hid behind his pillow, face bright red. “Take your time.”

“Heh…ehehhehe…” Chigiri peered at him, squeaking some when he met his boyfriend’s amused eye. Then- without warning, he shoved his pillow into the hero’s face, blinding him temporarily. “Thahahke that!”

Freedom was so close! He tried to run but-

“AH!” Chigiri yelped as he was pulled back in around the waist, the tickles resuming almost immediately. “Kuhuuhuhunigahhahahahhami!”

“Nice try, Princess- but your tab is due!” Kunigami growled dramatically, pressing his face into the redhead’s neck for a healthy round of tickly kisses.

~~~

In the background, Reo blinked as he watched the pair play. Then he looked down at his brand new toothbrush, sighing.

“Dorks.” He groaned as he made his way back to the bathroom, already picking at the bristles.

Thanks for reading!

[glutengoblin]

Writer Interview Game

Thank you for the tag @moongurl95 ! Apologies for taking so long😅. I had to think on this one a bit and have been quite busy.

When did you start writing?

For me, it was in middle school. I am also an only child, so I think it really started as an outlet for creativity. I started with some creative writing in school, but quickly moved to fanfiction. Some of my first pieces were based on How to Train Your Dragon. I also wrote quite a bit based on Minecraft Diaries (A youtube series not many people know about). I haunted Quotev for quite a few years, doing quite a bit of roleplay too.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I second you on the smut! I cannot, for my life, figure out how not to make it awkward. Also, I really like reading stories with happier themes. While I've tried to write happier ones, I always find myself slipping back to stories with darker undertones.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Not really! I do feel as if a lot of my friends (especially the ones I knew on Quotev) write a lot better than me and I really admire that. That being said, some of my favorite authors include Robin Sloan and Christelle Dabos.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

It's quite mixed. I write on my laptop, but I switch between my desk, my bed, and coffee shops. I'm really thankful to have quite a few coffee shops walking distance from my apartment that are open late at night. I love going there when they're not busy. If I'm taking my writing very seriously, I typically have a candle lit and Hogwarts Legacy Ambience or a vinyl playing.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

For me music! I pull a lot of ideas from some of my favorite artists, including Taylor Swift, Adam Young, Phoebe Bridgers, Noah Kahan, Vampire Weekend, etc.

I also find myself focusing on topics related to my own experiences a lot. I originally was drawn to start writing about Hogwarts Legacy because of the solace I found with Anne and Sebastian's care for her.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Maybe this is more in my drafts than what I post, but depression, longing, unconditional love, and anxiety are topics I find myself focusing on a lot. They don't necessarily surprise me, as I feel as if I've always been drawn to them.

What is your reason for writing?

It's a creative outlet for me. I work in a very scientific environment, but I've always been interested in literature and philosophy. Since graduating college and loosing some of my more artistic and creative hobbies, writing has been a great way to still flex those muscles.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Literally any comments! @meeting-the-master always hypes me up when I send her drafts and I greatly appreciate it.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I haven't really thought about it. I suppose I just want people to enjoy my writing. I hope it brings some people joy.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

This is hard. I feel like I come up with a lot of plot ideas. My draft list is miles long. The issue is actually completely them (oops)

How do you feel about your own writing?

Honestly, I often get self-conscious about it. I feel like I take too long to put out multiple parts and that my writing isn't good quality. I continue to write though because I believe that like any hobby, it requires practice.

I don't have many writing mutuals, but if anyone wants a tag lmk!

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Also, also! I'll split the ask because it's a bit long! 😅 But your thoughts on Castle Village villagers' reactions to durians too? Mainly Camilla, Isaac, Alesia, Jadu, if you have some? 👀👀✨

Also, here are a couple of screenshots of my farmer asking the two adventurers that I got from the Ai. I cannot help but see this hilariously a headcanon for the two 🤣

A lover and a hater of durians:

Still, hehe, I look forward to yours, Mousy! Have a good day! 👍🏻✨ My ask will never be short. I apologise for that! 😅 Take your time in replying! 💕

I feel like I asked too many 😅

Isaac, stop being a bitch and just try it, you fucking pus- I mean heya again✌️😃

Here's a reaction from our wonderful Castle Village adventurers and mage ⚔️ Btw, thanks for the answer about the durian (I really don't know what it tastes like, and people's descriptions are all different). Enjoy!

PS: For those who don't know, this is the second part of very long post about reactions to durian. You can find the first one here 👈

Isaac:

When it seemed to Isaac that the Farmer couldn't have been any more annoying, they brought him that damn fruit. And offered it to him. Of all the fruit - why couldn't they at least bring regular apples or pears! - they chose this goddamn fruit that smells like shit a mile away. He's had enough of the "exotics" at the Castle Village markets. He doesn't want to try the durian, and to avoid arguing with the Farmer (because it's pointless, they won't get off his back) he quickly teleports home to Castle Village. Fuck you, and fuck your fruit.

Jadu:

Hmm? Sorry, Jadu was busy reading manuscripts and scrolls. Did the Farmer want somethi- Oh, spirits have mercy, what is that smell?! Jadu had tears in his eyes at the pungent stench. Wait, he knows what it is... durian, isn't it? No, don't even think about it, he doesn't want to be a part of the prank, he'll get in trouble, and anyway- Wait, why are they cutting up the fruit? Oh, the Farmer's just giving him a treat? Ahem, thank you. He's just getting hungry after a hard day's work, and a healthy sweet that tastes like ice cream is just what he needs.

Camilla:

Camilla is an all-powerful witch, talented, capricious, and with high standards - if she wants something, she'll get it (either someone will give it to her or she'll take it herself) whether it's the rarest artifact or an unusual delicacy. So it's no surprise that on the menu of the first witch of the Castle Village, she has durian ice cream for dessert. Unbearable odor? Oh dear, Camilla is a witch: a snap of the fingers and the raw fruit is replaced by a beautiful crystal dessert bowl filled with durian pulp and other sweets. C'mon, open your mouth and taste it. Good, isn't it? ;)

Alesia:

"And I thought that only the old man had a strange taste", Alesia thought with amusement about her one-eyed teacher, gratefully accepting the durian pulp as a gift from the Farmer. She remembered that even when the market stalls in the Castle Village were bursting with exotic fruits, Alesia didn't pay attention, eating modestly (her usual diet included everything she needed for her health). But variety is also good for her (thanks to the Farmer for giving her processed fruit instead of raw fruit with the infamous stench), so the sniper wouldn't refuse a tasty source of vitamins and potassium. Thanks again, friend in arms!

[wilchur]

Saw someone else do it and I think I've done this before too, but the list has grown since then a bit so here's my current lineup of read dead wips that I'm working on!! :D Minus the stuff that's already posted on AO3 cuz I see no point in doing a synopsis for things that have left my google drive and you can go and read ahah.

Turned out loooooong so lookie under the cut if you're interested in knowing what I'm up to.

Morston Soulmate AU (title tba, multichapter, around 20-30k when finished) - An AU where you can feel all the injuries your soulmate gets, both minor and major ones. There's no soul marks, seeing your soulmate get hurt and connecting the dots is the only way to find out. Has a lot of time skips and focuses more on feelings than events, but starts out pre-canon when John almost gets lynched and works its way towards the end of the canon story. Chapters alternate between Arthur's and John's POV. Canon compliant :)

RDR2 "Modern AU" (title tba, multichapter, long as shit) - I only call it a modern AU for the sake of simplicity... I'm not sure if it counts as one. Set in 1999 and focuses on the case of Arthur Matthews -- a 36 year old adoptive son of the infamous criminal defence lawyer Hosea Matthews, who went missing without a trace for six months and then reappeared miles from his hometown, seemingly unharmed, but also... not quite right. Delusional, confused, suffering from some sort of memory impairment. The story is about Arthur struggling to adapt to being back home in a reality that is apparently foreign to him. Outsider's/John's POV, but not really shippy. It can be read as pre-slash, though.

My Self-Indulgent Jesse/Arthur fic (another title tba lol, it's too early to tell but I'm thinking multichapter? A collection of scenes from 1878 to 1899) - This one is for me and me only, though I will eventually post it 😂 Written in second person, like a reader-insert and can be read as one if someone wants to, but I am including Jesse's backstory and feelings that are way too specific to be immersive for anyone but myself... I'm working real hard to write it in a way that portrays growing up queer in that time somewhat realistically, so it's not always pretty, but I do try to keep it not that depressing. Features: Jesse's early-life backstory, the story of the scar, his first Gay Experience, how his brothers died, the ups and downs of his relationship with Arthur, why they eventually broke up for what felt like last time, how he got arrested (altered RDO storyline bit) and how he got back up with the gang. I'm planning to do a rough rewrite/fix-it of the canon story with him in it too, but that's... an "one day" thing ajsddjfk

Morston Omegaverse (title tba, one shot, around 10-15k probably? I can't keep things short, sorry) - Young-ish and freshly presented Alpha John, "Closeted" Omega Arthur. Ngl this one is smutty as hell... but! I think my take on omegaverse is rather fun (very transgendered) and it's porn WITH not without plot so something for everyone there lol. John's POV again + lotsa feelings, misunderstandings and some angst :) Just the way I like it.

Vandermatthews Daemon AU (had a title but ao3 yeeted my draft and I forgot what it was, oops)- I say Vandermatthews, but it's more of a "curious couple, unruly son" genfic than real slashfic 😅 This is supposed to be the beginning a series of oneshots from different characters' POV. This one is maybe a 1/3 done (needs a serious rewrite tho) and written from Hosea's POV. It's about him and Dutch finding and taking in young Arthur -- a very traumatised child who has undergone intercision and therefore lost his daemon. More of a collection of vignettes from that moment to when they take in John than a real coherent fic tho. The next one is going to be John's POV coming of age thing and we'll see where my brain will go from there. I want to do a separate big ass post about this one later because I have Opinions on the gang members' daemons that I need either challenged or validated...

1907!John/Isaac fic (title tba... a two parter, one set in the epilogue and the second is a RDR1 fix-it) - NOW HEAR ME OUT!!!!!! PUT DOWN THE GODDAMN PITCHFORKS FOR A SECOND PLS This is a plot bunny that Refused To Fucking Die. Isaac is obviously an adult in this (22), they have never met before, and the story begins in the months where Abigail and Jack were gone and John worked alone on Pronghorn ranch. It's not so much a romance (despite the slash) but more two people dealing with different types of grief in Very Unhealthy ways, okay. It's supposed to be a bit iffy because of that and the... 12 years of difference between them in this universe. I'm not trying to make this shit uwu or anything. It's also a bit of a daddy issues vent piece for me and I've been working it for MONTHS because I want to write this one right. This is the the fic I redacted in my last WIP showcase, but now decided that... fuck it. Here you go.

(Doubt anyone has made it this far, but if you did ily.. please lemme know what you think? My ask box is open for questions too... I love talking about the stuff I'm working on even if it's not posted yet ❤)

[captainclaudeandthehiddenlogs]

~ Music Game 🎶🎵 ~

[Rules: shuffle your “on repeat” playlist from spotify/the music service of your choice and post the first 10 tracks.]

@yikes-00 @redfurrycat Thanks JJ and Red for tagging me! 💘💘💘

There is gonna be lots of references to Hangster, sorry, forewarned is forearmed! 😅 I'm piling up songs that remind me of them, I just keep adding them to my playlists devoted to them. 🫠

1. Burning Love - Elvis Presley

I've been listening to some Elvis Presley's songs on repeat since I watched Elvis. While I still feel a little puzzled about some of Luhrmann’s choices, Austin Butler's performance really amazed me. And I've always loved this song! I think I discovered it thanks to Lilo & Stitch.

2. Celestial - Ed Sheeran

My brother is currently working away from home, I'm always looking forward to him spending some days at home, and this song reminds me of him and of the time we can spend together.

"You make me feel like my troubled heart is a million miles away [...]

Finding magic in all the smallest things" 💘

3. Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

This song screams Hangster.

"Can't look away, beg you to stay [...]

Don't know if you love me or you want me dead [...]

Call me in the morning to apologize, every little lie gives me butterflies

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes, don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

Fight so dirty, but you love so sweet, talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth"

4. Time - Hans Zimmer

This is iconic. I adore Hans Zimmer.

5. Heaven - Eiffel 65 + Boomdabash

I love Eiffel 65, and it felt great when I listened to this on the radio for the first time, it was 90s again!

6. Life After You - Daughtry

I'm obsessed with this song. I listen to it and i can only think of Hangman and Rooster after their first breakup. 💔

"Last time we talked, the night that I walked, burns like an iron in the back of my mind

I must have been high to say you and I weren't meant to be and just wasting my time

Oh why did I ever doubt you? You know I would die here without you

All that I'm after is a life full of laughter as long as I'm laughing with you

And I think that all that still matters is love ever after, after the life we've been through

'Cause I know there's no life after you"

7. Heaven - Bryan Adams

When i'm in the mood for reading/writing soft fanfictions 💕

8. Broken - Lifehouse

I listened to Lifehouse a lot when I was in high school, listening to them always feels like a throwback!

9. I Ain't Worried - One Republic

Top Gun: Maverick brainrot. TGM Soundtrack Cd has been on loop in my car since my brother gave it to me for Christmas.

10. Not your Barbie Girl - Ava Max

I can totally see Hangman listening to this while being angry at Rooster. 😂

Thanks again for the tag, this was fun! 💖

Tagging (no pressure and no rush), if you feel like doing it and you haven't done it yet: @midnighterapollo @beccaanne814 @sereshawl @cristinuke @itshoneywhatever

[ak47stylegirl]

Thunderbirds meet Thunderbirds: The Rewrite. 

- Chapter 3 -

I AM SO SORRY GUYS! 😨🤦‍♀️I completely forgot to post this yesterday 😰(Okay Yesterday was only hour and a half ago but still!! If i didn’t have such a bad sleep schedule, who knows when i would of remembered? 😅)

Okay, enough of me despairing over this, here’s the fic; i hope you guys enjoy! 

(Also huge thanks again to @janetm74 for bata reading this ❤ and @tsarinatorment​ for letting me ramble to her while i was writing this here fic XD) 

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There was just no way to explain how the boy, or whoever made the suit, knew what Thunderbird Three looked like, Virgil thought as he sat down in his pilot seat, looking around his beautiful bird, his mind somewhere else. 

Probably with that weird boy…

There weren't many pictures of Thunderbird Three out there, so how did they know? It was really puzzling and confusing, not to mention troubling. But as he started his pre-flight checks, those troubling thoughts slipped from his mind. 

Only to reappear again once he was finished and had nothing else to focus on, which was just great, Virgil thought with a groan, running his hand down his face. Why was there a kid running around in a weird International Rescue uniform? 

This whole situation was doing his head in...

“Pre-flights check done, Virgil?” His father asked firmly, entering the cockpit with Gordon. “I want to get home as fast as possible, this whole rescue has gone off the rails..” 

Virgil grimaced but nodded, “They’re done, Father…” 

“Good...” Their father took the co-pilot seat next to him, sounding disgruntled, obviously worried about what could happen because of this boy in blue. “We have lots to talk about at debrief, I don’t want any of you boys missing it, understand?” 

“FAB...” Both he and Gordon replied, knowing better than to test their father when he was in this kind of mood. (Unlike Alan) 

The flight home was quiet and filled with tension, the blond boy in blue on all of their minds. 

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Scott pov 

“- and Gordon and I moved the debris, making a gap big enough for me and the hover stretcher to fit through..” Virgil reported, standing in front of Dad’s desk in his flight suit. 

Their Dad’s office was in command and control mode, the mural on the wall displaying each of them in their uniform, behind the pictures were their lists which took them down to the hangars and change rooms. 

John was on the video chat, listening to the debrief from Thunderbird Five. Their father was sitting at his desk, regarding them with a stern, no-nonsense. Brains was standing in the corner, writing down notes on his notepad. 

Gordon was sitting down on the couch, his elbows leaning forward against his knees as he listened to Virgil’s report, adding in his own bits every so often. Gordon’s back must have been hurting him, he'll have to chase him up about that later...

Scott was standing next to Dad in pride of place as their father’s second in command, his arms crossed against his chest. As International Rescue’s field commander, he was very interested in hearing this report...

And they were finally getting to the part that they all wanted to hear...

“Once I reached the young male, I noticed that he was in fact a kid and very much alive..” Virgil continued, a frown set deep on his face. “I noticed that the helmet he was wearing was -“

“Wait, wait, wait, Virgil hold up…” John interrupted, sounding very confused and disturbed. They all turned to look at the monitor where John’s video feed was being broadcast. “Did I just hear you right, a kid? All the info I have says there shouldn’t have been a kid there for miles…” 

“You didn’t hear me wrong John, the boy was definitely under eighteen.” Virgil sighed, his shoulders dropping as he continued, “I would even go as far as to say he was under sixteen as well…” 

Scott frowned, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, feeling the uncomfortable tension in the room. He didn’t like that a child had been involved in any of this mess, let alone stuck in that laboratory fire. 

If Virgil hadn’t spotted the kid…well, that boy would be dead.

“Virgil, continue your report…” Dad clicked his pen, leaning back in his chair with a troubled frown. “And don’t leave anything out, I want to hear everything that happened…” 

“Yes, Father…” Virgil nodded with a sigh, taking a deep breath and continuing, “as I was saying, his helmet was damaged, which led me to believe he could have suffered a head injury...” 

The rest of Virgil’s report went without interruptions as Virgil explained how he and Gordon secured the kid for transport and realised that something fishy was going on. 

“He was wearing some kind of futuristic suit, I’d never seen anything like it,” Virgil explained with a bewildered sigh, “that alone was weird but then Gords pointed out the…well Thunderbird patch…” 

“Thunderbird... Patch?” John raised an eyebrow. 

Gordon sighed, sitting up straighter, “It had Thunderbird Three, and the words ‘International Rescue’ on it…” Gordon explained, his brown eyes serious with the gravity of the situation. “Plus his.. Sash, I think? Had IR on it…”

Scott swallowed thickly. He really didn’t like this at all. 

“It was nothing like our uniforms but at the same time…” Virgil grimaced, uncomfortable with the implications. 

“Disturbingly familiar…”  

That was a nice way of putting it, Scott thought, glancing to their dad for guidance because this whole situation made him uneasy. 

“What concerns me is that it’s Thunderbird Three they used and not one of the other birds…” Dad added with a frown, tapping his pen against the table.

“It-it s-sh-should hav-have been i-im-impossible to get th-that inf-information Mr Tracy...” Brains stuttered, a very troubled expression on his face. “We w-would have b-been no-notif- Informed if anyone br-broke into our systems..”  

Dad hummed softly, staring at his desk in thought, “Which is another reason for concern…” 

“And even if they got ahold of a photo somehow.” Scott added, “it shouldn’t be that detailed…” 

It was all sorts of troubling really…

“How do we even know if this kid is the only one involved?” John asked, blond eyebrows creased in concern. “Because I find it hard to believe that a kid could find that kind of information, or build that suit, on his own…” 

“I agree…” Dad nodded, his eyes sharp as he stared forward, thinking, “This isn’t just a fanboy playing dress up, it's too elaborate for that…” 

That was the truth, that uniform the kid had been wearing wasn’t something one could just make in their backyard. 

It was not homemade at all, everything about it screamed high tech and quality. Plus the uniform was much more than just a uniform, there were all sorts of equipment and technology intertwined into the suit. 

Some of which Scott had never seen before...

“But why impersonate us in the first place?” Virgil asked as he sat down on the couch next to Gordon, leaning back with an exhausted look on his face. “Or even go through all that effort, just to make a uniform that doesn’t even look like ours?”

Honestly, this whole situation would be easier if the kid had just been wearing an exact copy of their flight suit, Scott thought; rubbing his tired eyes. Dad’s eyes flickered to him for a second.  

“Or why was he in that laboratory in the first place?” Gordon yawned, looking like he needed a good wash and sleep, “You guys don’t think he started the fire do you?”

“Well, he was very close to where the fire started…” Scott commented stiffly, not liking the idea of someone that was basically wearing their symbol of hope, going around and causing fires, killing people in the process. 

If the kid had started the fire, well…

Get the soap out now, because he had some not-so-nice words to say about the whole shit show…

TBC

[willedeservesbetter]

It does sound very dramatic, but it's ok.

When I read your notes after the last chapter (that reflected your current mood a lot, ngl) I thought you had been attacked by readers for the characters being out of character and I wanted to fight them. But it turns out - it's just your projection of why people don't read your fic? I'm a big Simon stan myself and in the settings close to the canon reality and relationships I'll die on the hill defending his feelings and values, but I still enjoy your dark story with him being heartless, cruel and unforgiving, so it's definitely not the case, don't offend your readers like that.

You say you've just started writing and you're giving up already? Because you don't get the recognition you expected yet? It's no use comparing you to others, but if you insist, many yr writers have been writing for years before they got appreciation for their works they deserve. And some are still criminally neglected. But does it make your story less worthy? Is telling your story the way you want it not enough reason to keep writing it?

Okay, first of all, it is very nice of you that you were willing to fight for me. Now I feel kinda bad it is just a 'me'-problem, but in my defense, I never claimed differently 😅.

I think maybe I didn’t express myself very well or we are having a miscommunication. I don’t want to stop writing. Hence I decided to take a step back because I want to like the next chapters and I like my story. It is the truth I currently don’t experience joy writing this story and I wanted to give a warning as to why it might take longer. Apparently, my emotions were still coming through. That wasn’t my intention.

In terms of other writers: I am not jealous or expect even close to the same success. I promise, I actually have very realistic expectations and I am a reasonable person. Of course, anyone writing for this fandom deserves success and appreciation. I am happy for every person who follows my story along, and I am by a mile not among the best writers in the fandom. It stung because it was SO specific, as everyone got excited about vampires, and I am writing a vampire fic. It was basically the perfect storm, but not in a good way.

I will agree with you though I underestimated how much posting my fic would affect me. I did not expect especially the anxiety I started experiencing and I am still trying to deal with it. But that is a ME problem and not something anyone else is responsible for.

I still think it is okay to hope for some feedback, any feedback. It is the only way for authors to find out if a story is good. It is not a nice feeling when you update and then there comes nothing. As I said, I happily take hearts.

I love my vampires. They are very loud in my head. My post-s3 one-shot also starts getting loud, even though you will all hate me again if I will ever write that one 😂. Funnily enough, I am keen on writing it because I want to meet Wilmon with normal human emotions.

I don’t want to attack anyone. I sincerely appreciate your messages, the first and the second ones. I am also not perfect. For my story, my break will be best for all of us, so we can all enjoy the writing and reading process. At least, that is my intention and I would love to see/hear from you again when I will update sometime in October.

[fraeuleintaka]

Ace Attorney Investigations Collection Checkmate Set!

This is the 3rd post in the Ace Attorney Investigations Collection Countdown: 78 days left until release!

Today's topic: the Special Edition aka the AAIC Checkmate Set! So excited! (And I love the name, fits perfectly to Miles' love for chess.) This was probably officially announced in Japan in some way (because it's Japan-exclusive, sadly) but I only learned of it today by happening upon a post about it. As announced in my initial post in this countdown I'm going to preorder this instantly (Japan import of course, I just need to find an online store that lists it and delivers internationally) but for now I'm gonna spend some time fangirling about the goodies you get with this Special Edition!

First we have this wonderful set of acrylic stands/figurines of 8 characters from both games! They're in the new chibi sprite artstyle which means I adore them already. I love figurines in general, especially if they're from two of my favourite games, especially if they look so pretty. The 8 characters chosen are Miles, Gumshoe, Kay, Franziska, Shi-Long, Gregory, Sebastian and Justine (fan translation names) - that pretty much covers all my most favourites from both games! I think the only character really missing would be Ray (fan translation name) but honestly, while I like him I've never been the biggest fan of him so I'm more than fine with this selection. They also picked nicely dynamic poses for each character which makes it look even better! And you get two different backdrops to put them in front of, Miles' office from I1-1 and the top of the Grand Tower from I2-4. I really have to think about how I'm gonna arrange them but I know it's going to look amazing!

The second extra is this Mini-Album CD with 5 additional newly arranged songs, so song arrangements you (as of right now) can't get any other way than this Special Edition. According to the Capcom website the titles of the songs are as follows:

Objections of Different Eras (which seems to be a remix of both Objection themes in one which sounds awesome)

Raven That Pursues the Truth (seems to be Kay's theme)

It's Time for Action! (seems to be Gumshoe's theme)

Howling Echoes (seems to be Shi-Long's theme)

Unveiling the Truth (seems to be either a Truth or Pursuit theme)

I'm really looking forward to hearing these new arrangements! The song selection sounds really promising. There's also the beautiful cover art! The CD itself has image cuts of Miles, Gumshoe, Kay and Shi-Long from the official Investigations Collection cover art which I love but the cover has entirely new artwork and it's amazing!

So many wonderful details! I love the composition idea, Miles is large in the background, drinking tea and seems to be contemplating his next move in a game of chess while all the others are in the new chibi sprite style and arranged on a chessboard - as if they were the actual pieces he was playing with! (I2 mastermind metaphor says hi!) And there's so much stuff going on! Kay seems to be dropping down from a height onto the board and Gumshoe watches her shocked; Patricia Roland points with her finger to them, maybe admonishing them (you can also barely see something large behind her, I think it's a book); behind them are Gregory and Ray (younger self) looking towards Miles or discussing something; in front of them is Shi-Long laughing and apparently talking to Shih-na who's mostly covered by the title; directly in front of Gumshoe is Missile sniffing at Buddy Faith's corpse (poor guy, he was probably a pawn who got sacrificed already 😅); going further to the right we have Oldbag in Pink Badger costume at the back looking longingly at Miles; Franziska and Justine in an aggressive discussion; Horace Knightley being mostly covered by the CD (there's probably some more going on there); Cammy Meele yawning; Shelly de Killer selling ice cream to the Steel Samurai holding the Iron Infant's hand (never thought I'd type that sentence 😂) and last but certainly not least 😉 there's Sebastian at the very front (de-beste spot?) reacting to something in a very Sebastian-like way. I would probably buy this CD for the artwork alone but the songs are great to have as well 😄

So happy that we even get a Special Edition with this collection! I know there's also been Japan-exclusive ones for the original DS games but this one's the first one I'll actually be able to get! I love these extras, they're amazing and I can't wait to have them!