#unfortunately got sick so this took a while :P

[minkkinii]

Day 4

[dontbesoweirdkira]

25. “This might sound weird, but I like it when you’re sick. Because then you let me take care of you.”

¡Yandere! Raiden x reader

A/N: y’all be neglecting yandere mk1 Raiden so I had to whip something up (tbh mk11 dark Raiden reigns superior. I love papa) but there’s so much you can do with his “sweet” personality wink wonk

Requests: always open

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Raiden was more than desperate for your attention/affection. It has been a few weeks since he’s captured and taken you away for himself, yet you still haven’t come around to him.

You ignored most of his questions and attempts to talk with you. Even shunning away when he’d try to touch you, even if it was a light tap on your shoulder to get your attention.

He knows what he did was wrong. He shouldn't have taken you like that but you were slipping away from him. Your interest in him was depleting and someone else had your attention. He was guilty of letting his sinful desires rule over him.

That guilt wasn’t enough to stop him though. Raiden couldn’t help himself from manipulating you, playing up his innocent side to get what he wanted . He loved being the shoulder you cried on even though he’s the reason your lover was now gone and how soon, you’d be taken by him and locked up for his ownership. It was all so sick yet it filled him with a certain level of joy nothing else could replicate .

He manipulated, stalked and killed his way into your heart. You hated his guts for what he’s done to your life. Just thinking back and putting the pieces together is enough to make you feel nauseous.

You tried your best to not give him anything else he may have wanted from you. You never asked him for items and reluctantly took the necessities he offered. You knew any positive interaction, no matter how small, would just fuel his delusions more…but that all changed after you became sick.

When the virus first hit you, Raiden asked if you were doing okay because of how sickly you appeared but you denied saying that you were okay. You told him how he should just leave you alone and let you handle it yourself.

Deep down you prayed that it was just some common cold with a little fever but each day it became worse. Your entire body ached, your head spun and your throat was sore. You could tell without a thermometer that your fever was through the roof.

Your pride wanted to stop you from calling out your captor’s name but staying in this worsening condition was agony. You couldn’t handle yourself, you couldn’t even stand up to go to the bathroom. You unfortunately needed him.

“..raiden..?” You hesitantly called out

A few moments later he opened your room door, a bit confused to hear his name being called by you. That confusion quickly turned into concern when he saw you curled up on the ground with tears in your eyes.

“Y/n? Did you call me? Are you okay, you seem so unwell.”

Using a bit of your strength to sit up, you reached up your arms out towards him and cried

“Everything hurts, Ray. P-please make it stop.”

Hearing your voice crack and beg for him made Raiden even crazier for you. He knew it, he knew one day you’d come around. It just sucks you’re so sick when it finally happened though.

Without much hesitation, he picked you up and carried you in his arms to the master bedroom, the one you were supposed to be sharing with him.

There, a close eye would be kept on you around the clock and he could wait on you whenever you needed. It was an honor to be needed by you like this. Regardless of how often you asked for something or how tired he was, he did anything you asked without any complaints.

He brought you soups, medicines, food and whatever else you desired. He was so caring and generous to you, even despite how cold you’ve been towards him. It might’ve been the medicine or the feeling of guilt but you started letting up on him. Maybe he wasn’t the worse, besides lifeline at the moment. You found yourself cuddled up to him and craving his affection while you got better. Even pouting when he had to leave for something.

He ran his fingers through your hair and hummed. This moment was so perfect. This was all he ever wanted from you. He could take care of his darling like this forever. Your pouts, whines and clinginess sends him into overdrive every single time.

“This might sound weird, but I like it when you’re sick. Because then you let me take care of you.”

A chuckle escaped your mouth and you sarcastically spoke, not thinking much into your words…

“Yeah, you should savor this. It’s probably the only time I’ll ever be this cuddly towards you again.”

Suddenly, Raiden stopped massaging your scalp and grabbed a fist full of your hair. He you pulled up to his face. His eyes narrowed and he shifted his position yet his signature sweet smile was plastered across his face.

You could feel the light energy in the room switch and become heavy. An uneasiness in your chest raced through your chest as you waited for his next move.

Raiden didn’t appreciate your answer, he’s been so good to you. You’re going to take all this away from him after you get better?! He’s proven his love and devotion to you. He needed this, he needed you.

“Well then, maybe I should keep you sick like this so you’ll always need me. You’re just far too precious like this.”

His voice had a hint of playfulness to it, but it was overshadowed by something far more sinister than that.

“You’d let me take care of you like this forever, right?”

His smile dropped a little bit, his head tilted to the side and his eyes widened, almost like a tiny puppy waiting for its owner to accept its invitation to play with them.

You could tell that he genuinely wanted an answer. Not an honest one, but a sweet one he could replay in his head over and over.

You nodded and agreed.

“Who else would take care of me if you didn’t?”

The biggest smile came across is face as he almost exploded with joy. Cupping your face in the palms of his hands, he pulled you close, smashing a loving kiss on your lips. A soft nip of your bottom lip beckoned you to kiss him back, fearful of where another rejection might lead you complied

You were foolish to let your guard down and to not choose your words more carefully. He’s now gotten a taste of your love and he’s never going back from it.

[simplyalicee]

♡ Flowers and Laughter ♡

Nightstuck!Wally x GN!Reader

Inspired by a gorgeous drawing by @bunnyspine, AU by them as well!!

Just a lighthearted, fluffy fic <333 Enjoy neighbors!

I am writing this while sick HELPME

(Art by @bunnyspine <33 love you so much /p)

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"...for you."

Wally softly whispered, standing in front of you with a variety of flowers tied up together with a red ribbon. It was perfectly tied just for you with a note attached. His gaze was away from yours, but it was easy to tell that you meant a lot to him. As nervous as he was, he stood in front of you with a beautiful gift that left you in tears.

You reach out and take the sweet gift. The flowers smelt wonderful. You were fighting not to cry on the spot. Of all neighbors, you caught his attention. It made you feel special, a feeling you thought you'd never feel. And here you were, getting emotional with a beating heart. You glance at the note, which reads;

" I really think you're pretty, neighbor. So pretty that I can't stop thinking about you. You never make my heart still. It races with adoration because of you. I love you. "

Your emotions got the best of you. Tears trailed down your face. But you laughed. The air was filled with your laughter.

Your laughter.

Wally was caught off guard. He turned his head to you and saw you crying with laughter. He was confused. Did you find his confession funny? What was the deal? Unfortunately for him, your laughter was contagious, and Wally soon fell into a fit of laughter with you. You both laughed together for different reasons, but it was such a sweet moment. You clutch the flowers close to you.

The laughing continued for what felt like forever. The both of you soon calmed down, each of you collectively catching your breaths.

Wally wiped away the tear that dared to shed. "What was so funny, neighbor?" He asked, his tone filled with joy and worry.

You thought about telling him, but you had a better idea.

You gently placed the flowers and card on the ground. You took a few steps forward to Wally, smiling sweetly. Before he could say anything, you gently cup his cheek with one hand; the other tangling his hair with your fingers. Wally's face grew flushed. He smiled widely and giggled, leaning into your touch.

"Nothing, you just made me really happy," you whispered. "Because I love you, too." You lean in and press a soft kiss on Wally's forehead. A soft gasp escaped his lips, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration. You could've sworn you heard his heartbeat.

Wally became so overjoyed that he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. He buried his face for one moment in your shoulder, kissing your cheek multiple times the next. His embrace slightly tightened, though, remained gentle.

"Neighbor, you have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you way more. I would've never thought you would love me back," you admitted, your arms wrapped around him with your hands in his hair.

"How could I not? You're perfect,"

That was the final string tugged. You looked at Wally for a moment before closing the gap between you two, pressing your lips against his. Wally was caught off guard for a moment but clung onto you as he kissed you back. He hummed from your fingers playing with his hair. In return, you felt his hands rub your back in a soothing rhythm. It was a sweet sensation neither of you were ready to let go. It was after a few moments that you both finally pulled away for air, the two of you gently panting but smiling like loving dorks.

Now doesn't that just make your day?

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OH MY GOD MY FIRST NIGHTSTUCK FANFIC LETS GOOOOOOOO

AHHH I HOPE I DID WALLY JUSTICE, THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE DRAWING THAT I JUST COULD NOT HELP MYSELF

[aiysan2]

Cyber Sex Midoriya x Reader

3.2k words

Aged-Up Midoriya, Cunnilingus, use of Y/n, P in V, let me know if I've missed anything

After Y/n realises she has feelings for Midoriya beyond hooking up, she decides to ignore him. The thought of having a crush on someone so nerdy makes her feel sick. Unfortunately, Midoirya disagrees with her behaviour and has ways to get her to talk

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Midoriya kept his eyes on you. Well more so the clothes you were wearing. He could tell they belonged to Kirishima. The Crimson Riot shirt and shorts that seemed too big on you were accompanied by Jirou's slippers, he was jealous. 

If you didn't pack any clothes you could've wore his, he liked when you wore his All Might merch, you were the only person to get away with it.

You had successfully avoided him for most of the evening, now locked yourself inside your bedroom, apparently tired of watching movies and playing games with your other classmates. 

He took the opportunity, leaving Shoto and Uraraka to go see how you were doing.

" Where are you going?" Shoto asked, dropping his uno cards on the table and exposing what he had to Uraraka unknowingly.

"I'm gonna check on Y/n, she was acting weird today and I have no idea why." He stated, he ignored any further questions. His heart rate spiking with every thought of you. His feet dragged to the elevator, relaxing against the cool metal walls.

His feet carried him to your room, hand knocking on the door heavily while he stayed completely quiet. If you didn't know he was there you wouldn't feel the need to ignore the door.

"Who is it?" You asked using your quirk. He hadn't expected you to do that, though he was stubborn keeping quiet and knocking harder to catch your attention.

You found the noise annoying, thinking it must be Kaminari or Sero trying to piss you off. You jumped off your barely made bed whispering curses at whoever it was annoying you while you were trying to get ready to sleep.

"What's your problem-" you paused. You had swung the door open hoping that it was one of your annoying friends but instead it was Midoriya, the boy you were trying so hard to avoid. Your eyes settled on his chest his pecs pushing against his white t-shirt while his arms crossed under them.

Then your eyes flicked to his, he didn't seem very happy, a look of anger and desperation clouding his face.

He didn't waste anytime to step into your room, he couldn't risk you shutting the door in his face.

" Wha-," you whispered, stopping yourself from saying anything else in case you blabbed out your secret.

You glared at him, though he could tell there wasn't any malice in your look like you usually had.

You looked vulnerable.

" Why won't you speak to me?" He asked, it came out whiny, like all his words did but he really was distressed about this. His eyes glanced at your clothes then the bedsheets you spread out, all of it was Crimson Riot merch. Had Kirishima stolen you from right under his feet?

He knew you, him and Tetsutetsu were close due to quirk similarity but he never expected you to like any of them, you always liked to keep a clear line between friends and relationships.

" Is it Kirishima, have you replaced me?" He asked, he didn't care if he sounded pathetic or desperate he just had to know if you didn't want to have sex anymore. If that was the case, you could still hang out as friends, he couldn't bare the thought of not sharing the friendship the two of you had now.

You shook your head, your lips remaining sealed. Of course you hadn't replaced him, you physically couldn't do that, your mind and body wouldn't allow you to get with someone else. That was another reason you regretted it a lot because he had ruined you for anyone else.

"Are you still not talking to me?"

He got no response, he really couldn't think of any other way to get you to talk, or crack open just a little bit. He wanted you to feel vulnerable around him to let your guard down and give yourself to him completely.

You looked at the floor, standing with your arms crossed in Kirishima's clothes. They irked him so much, he wanted nothing more than to remove them from your body, he'd prefer for you to walk around naked than to wear another man's clothes.

His eyes grazed your body, a new combination of feelings filling his body. He wanted your eyes on him, acknowledging him, thinking about him, wearing his clothes, worrying about him, he wanted you to feel for him the way he feels for you.

How he tries to aid with hero work and would begin his day wondering how to approach you, his eyes constantly going to you when he's upset to cheer himself up. His body reacting to you, his mind worshiping you and begging for you.

" Can you at least look at me?" He asked, his voice had started to fool you a lot recently. It was horrible how a word from him had your heart clenching, a syllable uttered from the man who has All Might curtains.

Your eyes slowly look up from the floor to his face, registering the look on his face and turning away immediately, you growing hot.

You felt him coming closer, his body stopping a few centimetres in front of yours.

" Come on Y/n, look at me." You couldn't refuse, blinking and looking at him. You didn't remember Midoriya being so intimidating, or dominating. He seemed so big compared to you, you swore your height difference was minimal but you felt like he was towering over you. His eyes held on your face, degrading you and objectifying you.

Your heart fluttered, fists clenched at your sides, while you examined him. The only familiar thing was the red tint on his cheeks forever present though it didn't nullify the carnal gaze he was keeping on your body.

You felt like hiding, electricity thrumming through your body, pulling your body closer to him, chests almost touching. You knew you wouldn't dare make the final step towards him as that would admit defeat. It would mean that impure, corrupt look had rendered you infatuated.

"That's better," he whispered. You noticed his eyes dart to your parted lips. His index slides under your chin, lifting your head up towards him, his other hand slides onto your waist pulling you closer to him, he waits for you to make the first move. He's tired of being refused by you, of being kicked to the curb just because you think he's geeky, he wants you to show that he's not just someone you use to get extra money.

You flutter your eyes shut, leaning forward, lips lingering for his own. He watches and wants to laugh, he wished he was like you and didn't feel bad for teasing, he wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine, but he knew he didn't really feel the need to.

He captured his lips in yours, quick to pull you into him. His hands thread through your braids and grip your scalp, tugging you closer to feel you better. His actions aren't rushed or desperate like the virgin you always tease him for being. He's being slow, his mouth lascivious against your own, you both knew you weren't going to hit him away, he knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you, you're just a little stubborn.

He can fix that.

He slips his tongue in your hot mouth exploring, tasting and claiming. You felt this was dangerous, this was so amorous that it was deadly. Your hands shakily reached for his neck wrapping around it and pulling him deeper. You just needed him to kiss you deeper, for it to become more perverted, more sinful. You wanted him to kiss you like he had wanted you for years to share the desperate touches that you needed. You needed him to feel that burning compulsion that had your warm tongue sliding messily against his own.

You were deliciously overwhelmed, saliva leaving the corners of your mouth while you tangled yourselves into each other, begging for one another's touch.

His scared hand left your scalp to hold your breast, squeezing the flesh over Kirishima's disgusting shirt.

His lips left your own, you panted bringing your palm to wipe your shared saliva. His moist lips snailed your neck and jaw, marking you to ensure all your guy friends are aware that you have been claimed by someone else.

His face leaves your body for a second, standing in front of you to check what your eyes were saying, you hadn't made much noise, your heavy breathing and your constant squirming the only evidence that he even had an effect on you.

" Are you going speak to me now?"

He receives silence once again. He clicks his tongue, annoyed at how persistent you were being with your little stunt. He was gonna get something out of you, even if he had to fuck the words out of you.

His fingers dig into the waistband of your trousers pulling the fabric of your shorts and panties, from your ass and cunt. Your underwear wet from the lustful kiss. Midoriya quirks a brow at your panty and this time allows a laugh to leave his throat. He's taunting and provoking you with this chuckle, like he hadn't been allowed to laugh at home. He's bullying you with this noise, degrading you while his eyes traced the dampened fabric.

" Really? We fucked two days ago and you're this wet, someone might think you're a virgin," His index and middle part your pussy lips while he kneels on the floor getting a look at your thrumming dripping cunt.

He chubs up at the sight wanting nothing more than to thrust his fat cock into you, he knew his dick was crying for it, leaking precum at the thought of filling up your crying pussy, but he wouldn't give it to you yet. Not when you were being so stubborn.

He nuzzles himself between your legs, mouth going straight to your little clit, the nerve twitching. You gasp, fingers diving into his hair as to not fall over. Your mouth drops open, his tongue pressing into your warmth, tongue dragging over your sensitive bud continuously.

You whimpered, his tongue languid on your pussy. You weren't going to speak you had to promise yourself that at least. He was messy yet calculated, his wet muscle sucking, licking and flicking carnally. A pussy drunk expression laying on his face, he was gluttonous when it came to eating out your cunt. He was always a fast learner always studying and he loved studying you, every twitch of your clit and pulse from your tempting heat.

His wide green eyes looked up at you, your grip on his locs strong, grinding yourself against his face , gaining the control that you usually had. Your head tilted back, hips keening to press into him more, to feel his lewd tongue on you just that little bit more.

His fingers traced your thighs, stroking the soft flesh, gently contrasting to the rough flicks of his tongue. His digits slowly dragged up your leg to your pussy, two thick digits curling into you a loud gasp leaving your throat.

You felt so full, so hot. His fingers pressing into the spot that had your body begging for release, his tongue inundating your clit. Your brain fogged, indulging in what he was giving to you, crying out in bliss. You could feel your nerves reacting to what he was doing, hot electric desire spreading though your body, shaking your legs and erecting your sensitive nipples. Your walls sucked him in, begging for something to cum around as you writhed against his face. His free arm wrapped around your thigh, lifting it over his shoulder so he could nuzzle himself deeper in your cunt, a need to taste your pussy as she wept.

You finished with a whine, sure to fall over if it wasn't for Midoriya holding onto you tightly. Your hips rutted into his face to ride your high away exhaling loudly when Midoriya stood up. His hand stroked the small of your back while you looked around in delirium, body quaking from the head he had just given you.

He noticed your zoned out expression clicking his fingers in front of your face to check if you were still with him. You shared his look once again silent as you felt strong feelings threatening to vomit out of your body.

" Are you going to speak to me yet?" He asked, his hands tugging the gross shirt you were wearing, those foreign feelings brewing in his chest once again. You avoided his gaze noticing it become lustful and corrupt.

You panted but refused to speak, stubborn as ever, but your resolve was slowly crumbling. Midoriya was near getting you to speak and he could tell, he knew before he left you would've given him some answers, you wouldn't have him spending ages trying to get a read on you.

He kisses his teeth, slipping his hands under Kirishima's shirt and discarding it on the floor. His eyes lingered on your body, for only a second. You felt degraded arms folding over your chest as if he hadn't seen you naked multiple times. He rolled his eyes, circling around you till he stood behind you.

He grasped your hips, tugging your body against him so you could feel his hardness on your ass. All you could think about was how big he was, humping into your back like he was starved of touch.

His touch was scalding. Goosebumps flickering on your skin beneath his fingers.

He panted heavily, he didn't care if it was embarrassing, he was going to cum in his pants. He didn't care if you'd bring it up in the future to laugh at him.

He finished biting his lip to hide his whine, he wasn't sure if you'd decide to speak at that time to make fun of him and he didn't want to try and see.

He left you standing, taking a few steps back to strip himself of his own clothes, pulling his soiled trousers from his body and letting it fall into a heap on the floor.

His cock was erect once he allowed his eyes to rest on your body, perverted thoughts filling his mind with his anger, driving him to erotic insanity bit by bit. He laid on your bare mattress, the squeak of springs, bouncing underneath him. He smiled and wanted to laugh, seeing you had still been facing the way he left you.

" Y/n?" He called, you came out of whatever daze you were in. Eyes grazing his body. The soft flex of his muscles as he inhaled, the strong kick of his cock when your eyes linger on the strong mass for longer than nessecry forever entrapped by the beauty and size it posessed.

You hummed in response to him, something he hadn't expected to come so easily but he took it either way.

" Come and sit on my cock,"

Midoriya doesn't act like this. That was the thought filling your brain constantly as he touched you. He wasn't dominant he always listened to what you wanted always asking for your guidance, and his actions were always filled with hesitance. Yet now without any training, he was making your pussy quake with his words, turning you into a pathetic horny cock slut just for him.

You walk over to his body, climbing on top of him to begin inserting him into yourself, but he held your wrist tight before your fingers brushed against him.

" No turn around,"

You raise your brow but comply, spinning around and spreading yourself over his lap while facing away from him. You had a habit of taking him all at once, preferring to feel a soft burn rather than a dull ache of slowly taking him in. You pressed his vexed tip into you falling onto him and taking him entirely. You huffed loudly, your hands scrambling behind you to press against his chest to start moving.

However Midoriya had other plans, his arms wrapping around your tummy and pulling you so your back was against his chest. He slid his arms under your legs spreading you as his hands interlocked behind your head, pushing it so you were looking at where he had stretched you.

Your hands found purchase on his hip, nails scrapping as he adjusted himself to thrust into you.

You hadn't had a guy take you in full nelson before the feeling was new, your head craned forward watching him disappear in and out of you, moaning heavily with every thrust that rubbed against your spot.

He was muttering in your ear, demanding a word from you or at least for you to call out his name, he just wanted his name to fall from your pretty lips and he'd take you kindly, like you were his girlfriend instead of a whore that he picked of the streets and didn't want to give him respect.

You shut your eyes, embarrassed from the noises coming from your cunt as well as watching your clit twitch and pussy drool around his thick length.

Midoriya was quickly annoyed with your lack of words once again, green sparks covering his body as he began to increase his pace, rutting into you like a wild dog. He would only use 5 percent he didn't want shatter your bones by going any higher.

"Midoriya!" You shrieked your diamond tipped nails digging into his hips and drawing blood.

He smirked, continuing his harsh thrusts and abusing your cunt. His fingers left your head, pushing into your mouth and hooking into it to spread your mouth open.

" All it took for you to speak was dick! You're such a slut," he teased, feeling your saliva drip out of your mouth onto his fingers.

"Izuku- fuck... It's a lot." You slur, your warmth pulled around him ready to cum already, your body sensitive from your earlier orgasm knowing that this would be the only one that you'd be able to have again before sleeping off.

" Fuck you sound so pretty saying my name like that," he groans one hand leaving your mouth to hold your leg. " You're squeezing me, you gonna cum?" He huffs.

"Yeh !" You squeal, fighting the noises leaving your open mouth and the soft chant of his name under your breath.

You felt suffocated , strangled by the way his quirk bullied his cock into your pussy, splitting you and stretching you and pressing into your spot easily.

You came hard, teeth chomping on the finger in your mouth while you warmth squeezed and pulsed around Midoriya's chubbing bully. Your orgasm pushed him over the edge too, his cum spurting into you and something at the back of Midoriya's head was upset that you had contraception because something selfish within him wanted you all for himself even if it had to be done with a trap.

You panted, being pulled off him and rolling over. You looked at him with half lidded eyes he looked back his face red with embarrassment at how he spoke to you. He didn't know he had it in him.

" I think..." You slur going in and out of sleep.

Midoriya's ears perk up, trying to figure out what you were trying to say.

" I think I have a crush on you." You mumbled before sleeping off.

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[i-magines]

Wildest Dreams: Chapter 8

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 10

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.  

disclaimer: This is my first Pedro Pascal’s fictional work + the first fanfic I write in English, as it isn’t my first language. Unfortunately, I do not own Pedro and this is all a product of my imagination.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, eventual drinking and drugs, fem!reader, smut every once in a while, a little angst, shower sex (piv), angelic, conforting pedro.

word count: 1,541

The next morning, you woke up with a terrible headache and a sick feeling in your stomach, probably from anxiety. Pedro was laying down as the big spoon, his arms around your waist, as if he could defend you from anything in this world. You tried to move without waking him up, but he squeezed his grip even more and gave a kiss on the back of your neck.

“Where you goin’?” His morning, lazy voice giving you chills. “Don’t leave me just yet.”

You relaxed your body as he came closer to you, if that was even possible. You loved his manly smell, tobacco and some cheap soap. Flashes from the night before, the way he protected you, not caring what anybody would think. It was enough proof that he was by your side, at least for now — let it be infinite while it lasts.

“You feeling okay?” He asked, his fingers tracing an irregular patch on the side of your body. “Got me so worried, sweetheart.”

“I’m fine”, you said with a low voice. “Thank you, P.”

“Good”, he whispered as he smelled your hair. “I called my agent, they can’t make it go away, but they will see what they can do to prevent your face from appearing in the pictures.”

You breathed out strongly. Your face all over the internet was something you weren’t looking forward to.

“That would be great”, you used a thankful tone. “I’m sorry about my behavior last night.”

“You’ve nothing to be sorry about”, he promised, leaning to kiss your cheek. “There never was a time before now, before you… That’s usually not how I roll, especially in my professional environment.”

You nodded, feeling a little less stressed and started to move again, sitting on the bed. You felt exhausted and was happy to still have the whole day to rest, before going back to the set.

“I need to take a long, hot shower”, you let him know and he gave you a smirk. “What?”

“Won’t you ask if I wanna join?” He said playfully. You gave him a big and honest smile, how could you not?

He took that as a yes and walked closely behind you to the bathroom. You turned on the shower and waited for the warm water to come. Pedro hugged you from behind and you could see in the mirror in front of you the look on his face. Slowly, he got rid of your clothes, kissing you all over you body. You did the same with his own and he held your hand to help you get in the shower.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your body”, he confessed as he followed you. The warm water running through your body, relaxing your muscles. “So beautiful.”

“Stop it”, you laughed softly. Pedro started to massage your shoulders, you let out a soft moan. “You take such good care of me.”

“That’s all I wanna do.”

He held your chin up and kissed you calmly. You let one of your hands rest on his chest, the other one grabbing his hair. He put his arms around your waist, one of his hands on your ass. His tongue asked permission to touch yours, and your kiss got deeper. You felt his half hard cook poking your lower belly, making butterflies fly everywhere inside you. You stopped the kiss for a bit, gasping for air.

Pedro looked at you, a sparkle in his eyes. He cups your breasts with his hands and, after he saw the relaxed expression on your face, he put his mouth on your nipple, sucking it softly. He definitely knew how to use his tongue. You grabbed his arms, your nails scratching him a little. One of his hands moved to touch between your legs and he gasped at how wet you were.

“We don’t have to”, he told you, looking deeply into your eyes, always making sure you were comfortable with the situation.

“I want to, P”, you smiled and kissed his mouth again. “Maybe just a little more delicate today.”

“Anything for you, baby girl.”

Pedro held your leg with one hand, as you crossed it around his hips, and the other one supported your lower back. You kissed slowly, the warming feeling growing inside you.

“Is this okay for you?” He asked, kissing your neck.

“Yes”, you replied, getting inebriated by everything about him. 

He didn’t have to do much, as he positioned his cock close to your entrance and you pushed your body down to take it inside.

“Fuck”, he moaned. “Your pussy swallowing my cock all in.”

His thrusts began slowly, just giving you the opportunity to really feel his thickness making you feel complete. It wasn’t his main focus, as he positioned his hand to rub your clit. He made circles around it and pitched it a little bit, giving you chills. You felt that feeling pulsing inside and tried to focus on it, not letting it go.

“Squeezing me so good, baby girl”, Pedro whispered in your ear, biting it softly after. “I love the feeling of you all around me.”

That helped the growing ecstasy on your lower belly, you were getting closer.

“Your touch is fucking magical”, you confess. “I-I’m so close, daddy.”

He held his tempo, allowing you to reach your climax. You felt the feeling reaching your whole body, contracting your insides as you moaned loudly. He stopped everything he was doing, but kept his cock inside you.

“I could stay here forever”, he said, peaking your neck softly with his teeth.

“You into cockwarming or something?” You replied, smirking at him.

“Maybe.” He was serious, but soon left out a big laugh and you joined him. 

You looked at eachother, just taking in the moment. Fuck, you could really fall for him if you let yourself get caught on those feelings you may or may not be having. Perhaps, you could even love him—  you quickly shaked that thought away.

The two of you spend the rest of the day just hanging out together, watching TV, eating some minifridge snacks and cuddling. It was a perfect escape from reality and, for a brief period of time, you felt like what you had could actually be a normal relationship. You forced yourself to stop, you couldn’t fantasize like this. In the afternoon, you went back to the movie set and went straight to your cabin, Pedro to his. Later, he knocked on your door. You let him in and he grabbed you, kissing you strongly with so much passion. You made out for a little, just enough to get him shirtless on your bed, smoking a cigar.

“Do you agree we’re already fucked?” He asked you with a serious look on his face, and you agreed with a headshake. “Great, so fuck ‘em— we still have like a month here, so I’m gonna make sure everybody in this crew knows you’re fucking mine.”

The day after, the whole crew was giving you all these dirty looks, so you figured everybody was on the same page as Donna and the paparazzis. So it didn’t make a difference when Pedro sat with you during lunch break or when he held your hand and touched your face gently between scenes. You’ve tried so hard to suppress what you were living, that you were denying yourself the right to be happy and enjoy what you were having together, even if it had an expiration date. 

In the evening, Pedro had a meeting with the producers and you hung out with Flo, kinda hoping she would give you her thoughts and also spill some tea about what people were talking behind your back. She came over to yours and you opened a bottle of cheap wine.

“So, I thought you two were only flirting like, for fun”, she laughed, lighting the mood. “But I’m so happy for you honey, he’s such a honk.”

You let out a loud laugh, nodding.

“Yesterday when we got the news he was seen in Berlin with a mysterious young woman, I gasped, you fucking bitch— you never told me a thing!”

“It has been hell, Flo”, you confessed, staring your feet. “I really like him, I do. We’re not going far, though.”

“I know it sucks when we’re young and it feels like we’re gonna feel those huge feelings forever, but I promise, we won’t”, she comforted you, that was one of her talents as a friend. 

“What are they saying about us?” You asked, deep down afraid of the answer.

“Some were like ‘good for her’, thinking it was cute and fun, while others… Well—” She stopped for a moment, apparently looking for the right words. “People talk shit, that’s what they like to do. You could have been dating the catering guy and I guarantee you they would still be talking about it.”

“Yeah, sure”, you weren’t sure at all, but you didn’t want to force her to repeat all the awful things you could already picture people saying.

“If you ask me, there’s nothing wrong with you guys”, Flo smiled at you. “Enjoy what you’re living right now, you can always cry about it later anyways.”

CHAPTER 9 AVALIABLE NOW

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[blazehedgehog]

Man, that's crazy and unfortunate what happened to that level designer on Sonic Heroes. Is there a source for those stories you could share?

Unfortunately it came from a Game Informer interview on their website back in 2016. Thanks to the efforts of Gamestop, everything about Game Informer was basically wiped from the internet about a little over a week ago.

Digging around a bit I found this Wayback Machine post for the article, titled "Where Sonic Went Wrong", written by Brian Shea.

Iizuka recalls the development cycle of Sonic Heroes, the first multiplatform mainline Sonic console game, as the most stressful of his career, in part thanks to deadlines. He was based in the United States while the rest of the development team was in Japan, and mismanagement took its toll on the team. "The level design for Sonic Heroes was made by two people: me and one other person," he says. "As we got to the later stages of development, this other person got pretty sick and didn't show up to work, so level design was made by one person! So for those very last stages of the game, I didn't sleep at all and I was constantly working. I lost about [22 pounds] because I was just cranking away and it was just work, work, work. I didn't sleep because I had to finish the game on my own. Almost dying!"

From what I've heard, this isn't the first time somebody has mentioned this about Sonic Heroes, just the first time in an English interview.

For the other information:

The information about Sonic 2 comes in the wake of Hirokazu Yasuhara's Digital Dragons talk in 2017, where he revealed a significantly different and more ambitious early design for Sonic 2 that was scrapped in favor of something they could do faster and easier.

The information about Sonic 3 comes from the Hidden Palace dump of a Sonic 3 prototype. The creation date on their prototype is maybe three months before its retail release and the state of the game at that point can charitably be described as a disaster, something their news post explains thanks to information provided by the person who offered the prototype.

Sonic Adventure 2 being made by half the people in half the time is original research by me. Sonic Team is on record that the 3D Sonic World in Sonic Jam was a prototype for Sonic Adventure on the Sega Saturn, putting development of SA1 starting around late 1996 or early 1997. If you count from there to when the finishing touches were put on the International (American) release of SA1, that gives it a development time of around 2-3 years. SA2's development started probably around December of 1999, and came out in June of 2001, making for a development time of 18 months. You can compare developer numbers yourself using Mobygames. (Shoutouts to The Golden Bolt for also looking down a similar path.)

Similarly, just look at the production credits for Shadow the Hedgehog, CTRL+F, and search for "Takashi Iizuka"

After Shadow in 2005, Takashi Iizuka was no longer an active developer on the Sonic series for the next five or six games, mostly relegated to distant "supervisor", "concept" and "special thanks" roles. Instead, he worked on NiGHTS: Journey of Dreams, another game Sega jerked him around on. He came back to the Sonic franchise and started doing press again midway through the development of Sonic Colors in 2010.

Sonic Unleashed being expensive comes from, to my memory, an IGN Developer Diary that's impossible to find nowadays, where the director admits one of the producers at Sega pitched the Werehog as a way to slow players down and appreciate all the effort they put into environment art. Also they literally developed a whole entire rendering engine just for that game, of course it was expensive.

Here's a 2009 post mentioning a "Sonic Anniversary" leak from Sega's FTP. Details are fuzzy, but a Sega Spain leak a year later clarified that "Sonic Anniversary" was a game coming to Wii, DS, PSP, and PS3. A (physically) broken prototype of Sonic Anniversary for the PSP reveals a very early version of what would become Sonic Generations for the 3DS. And given how much content is shared between Sonic Colors and Sonic Generations, it's not hard to connect the dots between Colors being built from the proposed Wii version of "Anniversary" (Generations). There may be a more direct source for this straight from the horse's mouth, but I can't find it right now.

Morio Kishimoto was a game designer for Secret Rings and Black Knight, his first games for Sega, and got promoted to Director for Sonic Colors where he's stayed ever since. He mentioned not being a part of Sonic Forces at first, but was brought in to get the game back on track, and the game's troubled development is corroborated by Takashi Iizuka in the liner notes for the Sonic Forces soundtrack.

You can compare the metacritic for Secret Rings and Sonic 06 to see just how much more favorably Secret Rings was received, despite both games coming out less than six months apart.

Here's an archived IGN interview from 2007 with Yojiro Ogawa describing how Secret Rings was split off from the development resources of Sonic 06. Exact dates would be fuzzy, but it's easy to assume the entire game was developed in less than a year.

Here's a 2010 Eurogamer interview where Takashi Iizuka (not Kishimoto, whoops) says Sonic Colors is a Sonic game meant to appeal to Mario fans.

As for Sonic Lost World being Sonic Colors 2, my source on that is "I mean, just look at it."

(For people many years in the future, this post is in response to this.)

[orangflowalober]

I need a hero (isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?)!

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x Reader

Genre: superhero, crack, action, damsel in distress!sunghoon, alien!superhero!reader

Summary: in the middle of their New York concert, ENHYPEN's Sunghoon gets snatched right off the stage and put into a hostage situation. the situation is dire and he needs a hero to save him. Starburst to the rescue!

Word count: 683

Warnings: kidnapping, mentions of injuries, high-stress situations, anxiety, implications of rope burning

A/n: can i even be blamed for thinking of damsel in distress!sunghoon? like... hes so bbg... this fic was written in honour of my new followers as thanks <3 also writing that chivalric romance thing deffo brought back some not-so-nice memories and yes the title was inspired by "I need a hero" by Bonnie Tyler; btw, the italicized words are in Korean!

~

Sunghoon was having the time of his life at the concert. He really was.

But then he got kidnapped and that wasn't really fun. It was even less fun when they tied his arms and legs so tightly he could feel his blood circulation slowly stopping.

It didn't help that apparently this was the work of one of his saesangs who hired a bunch of super powered crooks to kidnap him and take him to...

He sighed.

The boys must be worried sick... he stressed, while attempting to understand what this psychopathic woman was trying to say. He was having a hard time understanding her because she was speaking in an unsettling mix of English and broken Korean. He was sure even Jake or Jay would have a hard time understanding her.

His hands hurt. They had pulled them back behind the backrest and his muscles screamed from being in the same position for so long.

One by one, the crooks left the room leaving him alone with the saesang and he didn't have to have crazy knowledge of English to understand what she said before she left too.

"I will be back soon my love..." she whispered, her long fingers curling around his neck, before she finally left him alone.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when she finally left.

Although, saying that the place he was in was a room was... a bit of a stretch. They were, after all, in the sewers of New York.

Sunghoon took a deep breath in order to calm down. That, unfortunately, didn't help much because he was in the sewers of one of the biggest cities in the world and the smell was far from pleasant.

Out of nowhere, a metallic hand clamped over his mouth making him stiffen up with panic.

He almost called out for his captors. Almost.

"Shh..." a soft voice shushed him and he slowly forced his body to uncoil, "I'm here to get you out of here" it whispered as the hand was retracting from its place against his mouth and Sunghoon took in a stuttering breath.

He could hear his captors arguing from the other side of the wall.

Slowly, he turned to face what would hopefully be his saviour and the most stupid thing he could have thought of left his mouth.

"You speak Korean?"

The woman releasing him had a faint smile on her face at his frankly idiotic question.

"I don't," she told him and he felt her hand resting between his own: right against the rope, "the technology in my armour allows people to hear their language of choice."

While the smell smoke invaded his senses, Sunghoon assessed the woman.

She was certainly one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. However, while he knew people told him he was beautiful in a princely way, this woman was beautiful in an otherworldly way. She also wore a silver suit of armour like the knights in those old western tales of chivalry.

All of a sudden, his hands fell free from their binds and Sunghoon felt like a weight fell right of his chest.

"Wow..." he awed.

The woman winked at him as she spoke;

"Stay here until I deal with those kidnappers of yours. Don't worry, Starburst's got this~!"

~

Sunghoon must have passed out when she left, because the next thing he knew, he was standing in front of a shit ton of photographers, looking like shit and being unable to understand what they were saying on top of being unable to find a way out of the situation.

"Sorry boys," the voice from earlier, Starburst, Sunghoon reminded himself, "I have to ship this bad boy off to his hotel, mind giving us some space?"

What ever she had said, it made the reporters lose their mind, but then someone picked him bridal style and he was off in the air.

Well. If it had to do with saving like this, Sunghoon thought he could do with being rescued by his knight in shining armour some more.

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[xe-n4]

hard times

feat. bachira & rin note: i felt like it (re-upload), unedited contains: fem!reader, lack of mental wellness total: 1,440

—BACHIRA

You haven’t been feeling the best for a while. Your self-esteem plummeted, and you doubted yourself more and more. No matter how much you tried, those negative thoughts always got the best of you. 

There were days when you couldn’t get out of bed and days when even the thought of eating made you sick. 

It grew worse and spiralled into the depths of your mind, silently begging for help. 

Over time, you became more reserved, taking every chance to isolate yourself. Well, that would have happened if you weren’t in a relationship with Bachira. 

He caught on quickly that you weren’t in the best shape, so he figured that he’d give you some space and you’d eventually reach out when you were ready. 

That didn’t happen. 

So, he took things into his own hands. 

“Knock knock,” Bachira called out as he stepped into your home. 

The silence that came after was enough of a sign of how you felt at the moment. He shoved off his shoes and wandered the halls with a small white plastic bag in hand. 

Bachira took his time to take in the familiar surroundings. Messy. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and dirty dishes covered the coffee table. He sighed, rubbing his face. 

“It’s a lot worse than I thought,” he whispered as he made his way to your room. Bachira knocked on the door loud enough that the neighbours could hear. “Rise and shine.” He forcefully cast the door open to see you curled up in bed, scrolling through your phone. 

“Bug?” You didn’t respond. “Did you not hear my wonderful entrance, or should I do it again?” 

You shifted your attention from your phone to your partner. “Go away,” you grumbled, sounding hoarse as if you hadn’t spoken in a while. 

“Nope,” He said, emphasising the ‘p’ to get his point across. Bachira set down the white bag and grabbed the blanket covering you. “Unfortunately, you,” he started to pull and so did you, “will have to exist while I’m here,” he grunted. 

Your game of tug of war saw him dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. “Shit! You’re stronger than I remember,” Bachira groaned as his muscles flexed. 

“Leave me alone, Meguru!” You tried to shout but your throat was too sore to do so. 

Bachira had finally gotten the blanket away from you. However, you ended up with half of your body on the floor. He rolled up the blanket and set it aside before crouching down to your level. 

“Y/n, I care about you a lot. That’s why I’m here.” He tried his best to caress your face even though you were upside down. “You may not want anyone to see you right now, I totally get that. But I can’t let you rot in this room. Okay?” 

His amber eyes gazed at yours with such adoration your neck and eyes began to burn. Somehow, Bachira always set your heart alight, making you fall for him again and turning you into the infatuated fool you were at the start of the relationship. 

“Y/n,” he started with a soft tone, “it’s okay if you’re not ready to talk about it yet.” His gentle hand rested on your cheek while he moved so close to you that you could feel his light breathing on your skin. “I’ll wait until you are, okay?” 

You couldn’t say anything, instead, his words brought tears to your eyes that threatened to spill out. He chuckled silently at your response, cooing at your expression while you cried out everything you’d been holding on to. 

Afterwards, Bachira helped you to your feet and led you to the bathroom to get cleaned up. In the meantime, he tried his best to straighten out your living space. Putting dirty clothes in the wash and taking dishes to the dishwasher (that he had no idea how to use). Once all of that was done, he brought out the contents of the white bag: pasta ingredients. 

The air was filled with such an enticing aroma that you floated towards it after your shower. It led you to Bachira, who had all his attention on the pot in front of him. Bachira was so captivated that he jumped when you came up behind him and whined, “Meguru, I wanna wear your shirt.” 

He turned away from the pot to kiss your forehead before quickly turning back, “Sorry, I didn’t bring a spare.” 

“I don’t mind wearing it.” 

Bachira knew that he should have expected a cheeky response from you. He also should’ve known that there was no way he’d win this. And that’s exactly how it went. He took off his shirt and you grabbed it quickly to snuggle up in it. 

“Thank you,” you whispered when you wrapped your arms around his waist. Bachira rolled his eyes and scoffed affectionately at your clinginess. 

“Whatever makes you happy.”

—RIN

You don’t know why it happened, but all your insecurities started hitting you one after the other. Never letting you rest and wrecking your confidence. 

It felt like you couldn’t face the world anymore, that you’d disappoint everyone who was rooting for you and wishing for your success. 

Rin didn’t notice the change at first, being too engrossed with his blossoming career to do so. 

“Rin, I said I don’t want to go and that’s final,” you said with such hostility, walking away from him. 

“Y/n don’t do this now,” he replied while following you, exhausted from arguing. “It’s just a dinner with the rest of the team. Come on and get dressed.” 

“No.” You stood your ground and turned back to face him. You couldn’t go out. Not like this. “Rin just go without me. It’s like you need me there anyways.” 

Rin sighed for the hundredth time this evening. He rubbed his temples, racking his brain and trying to figure out what he did to upset you. “Y/n, look,” he took your hands in his. “I want you there, I want you by my side. I don’t know what I did wrong but I’m sorry. Please just get dressed, we need to leave soon. Okay?” 

His attempt at pleading with you didn’t work, it only reminded you why you couldn’t go. Going to dinner with his team would only bring your insecurities under scrutiny for the world to see. He might realise that you’re not good enough and leave you, damaging your heart. You couldn’t. You weren’t ready. 

You pulled away and pushed past him to get to the bedroom. The moment you were alone, you finally let the tears fall. They ran down your cheeks with every negative thought that kept you up at night. Deep down, you knew that it was ridiculous to feel this way, Rin loves you. However, that didn’t stop the tiny voice in your saying otherwise. 

Rin stood in the corridor with his black slacks on and white dress shirt half-buttoned, confused at what just happened. He hadn’t even put on his tie yet. He wanted to follow you, but it was like his feet were glued to the floor. He wouldn’t even know what to say to you. 

After a few minutes, your cries softened until they stopped completely, leaving your throat raw, eyes puffy and overall feeling numb. You lay in bed for a while, staring into the nothingness that stared right back. The darkness of the room was comforting, you were able to hide from your insecurities, even for a little while. 

While you gathered yourself, Rin didn’t disturb you, he knew better than to do that. Instead, he called the manager and told him that he wouldn’t be able to make it and took a few hours to himself afterwards. He cleaned up a bit, organising the cushions and washing the dishes, whilst sifting through the various conversations you’d shared over the last few days. Still, he couldn’t put his finger on the problem. 

Eventually, you gained the strength to face the music, leaving the room wearing an oversized sweater and shorts. Rin had spread himself on the sofa, still in his formal attire and asleep. 

You sighed; a weight lifted off your chest. You didn’t think you were prepared to admit to your boyfriend that you were insecure. Rather you retrieved a blanket from the cupboard and covered both yourself and Rin with it. 

As you started to get comfortable and snuggle into him, he sluggishly opened his eyes and yawned. Rin mumbled, “Come ‘ere.” He opened his arms wider to fit you in and gave you a tight embrace. “We’ll talk later,” Rin said, finding himself drifting off again. 

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[lawlietscaramels]

Since you mentioned L liking Pokémon in the Matsuda Interview, what do you think L's Pokémon team would look like if he were a trainer/gym leader? Also if the Death Note cast were gym leaders, what types do you think they would specialize in? I'm tempted to say L is Dark, Light is Dragon (Kira is Poison?), Misa is Fairy, and Matsuda is Normal, but idk.

-🎲

Pokémon! ╾ Task Force

🎲 anon... ily/p. this took a while cause I wanted to draw them with their Pokémon. but good news is..

INCLUDES ART!!

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L 🍰

TYPE SPECIALISATION

hate to say it because I want to give him one of my favourite types (dark, dragon, water, ice) but he's a fairy type. he's a fairy type all the way. he loves how pink and fluffy and sweet-like they are.

MAIN: Fairy

SUPPLEMENTAL: Psychic, Grass, Ghost

TEAM

Gardevoir: Psychic / Fairy

Gardevoir form strong bonds with their Trainer and will do anything to protect them. L appreciates the support. In addition, Psychic types are generally known for their intelligence, and Gardevoir is a strong Pokémon. A good choice all around!

Mimikyu: Ghost / Fairy

It's kind of like an adorable toy! L is oddly fond of such things because they remind him of childhood, which he never really had. Also it likes the dark and wears a mask to hide from the world, so that's basically like L pftahhahjhahassja

Milcery: Fairy

This is a floating blob of cream! Can you imagine a more delicious wonderful Pokémon?! Milcery also brings good luck to bakeries, which L likes because he wants the places he likes to prosper. In addition, it evolves into Alcremie, which gives its Trainer sweets! L can't wait.

Shiinotic: Grass / Fairy

This Pokémon send people to sleep, which L is very grateful for as it helps override his insomnia. It also makes defeating other Pokémon easy, and I do think L tends to pick the simplest path when he isn't interested in a course - I don't think he's super interested in Pokémon tournaments.

Swirlix: Fairy

L wanted to catch this Pokémon because it smells and looks like cotton candy. Unfortunately, all it does is make him hungry, and Swirlix itself also likes eating lots of sweets... However, L forms strong bonds with all his Pokémon so he'd just buy more sweets lmao.

Clefairy: Fairy

Clefairy is the epitome of a Fairy type! Pink, cute and caring. It's also popular but hard to find, which makes L pretty proud of himself. But the real reason he caught it was because he was sick and thought it was an escaped Chansey...

LIGHT 🖋️

TYPE SPECIALISATION

I thought Light's was easy, then I started thinking and I was tossing up between adding Dragon, Dark or Psychic. HAHSJHAHA your Poison note was my favourite, it suits. Some of these Pokémon are more Light-y, some are more Kira-y.

MAIN: Fire

SUPPLEMENTAL: Poison, Steel, Fighting

TEAM

Salazzle: Poison / Fire

This uses poisonous gas to manipulate people into being its slaves... Replace poisonous gas with poisonous words and that sounds familiar./hj Plus, Light probably liked the look in its eyes HDHAHDHDH

Arcanine: Fire

A strong, loyal and all around awesome fire Pokémon. Arcanine is also often used by Officer Jenny as a police dog, and I think Light would subconsciously align himself with the law by doing this, because he sees himself as law and justice.

Combusken: Fire / Fighting

Light got this guy as a Torchic, for his starter Pokémon, and is actually fond of it. It's his family. I think he'd really like chickens for some reason, maybe cause of the chicken and egg thing... I dunno...

Iron Moth: Fire / Poison

Even though it's more space and UFO-ish, there's something about it matching records in an old book and observing humanity that reminds me of a Shinigami. So I thought this Pokémon would be oddly fitting for Light, thought I can't imagine how he caught it considering “no records exist of this species being caught”...

Heatran: Fire / Steel

IT LIVES IN A VOLCANO!! Light was definitely super into volcanoes as a kid so he'd probably make it his personal mission to catch and befriend one of these guys. They're magma and can climb on ceilings and walls.. pretty cool hehe

Sneasler: Fighting / Poison

It's kind of like an evil-looking Meowth, huh? It's poisonous and strong and likes to live alone. Light can respect that (but at the same time went to capture one... not very Loner of him). He would also like mountains.

I got lazy and only did flats, but there's a small art thing for the other characters at the end

MISA 💝

TYPE SPECIALISATION

Fairy would have worked, but I think Misa would go with the basic cute Pokémon, plus a couple of dark ones. like in canon: she's not really goth (I believe that's the style) but sometimes dresses like it.

MAIN: Normal

SUPPLEMENTAL: Electric, Flying, Dark

TEAM

Furret: Normal

I think one of Misa's main criteria when catching a Pokémon is cuteness. They have Pokémon fashion shows, iirc, which would be Misa's thing. Anyway, this is a cute, nimble Pokémon and it can move through small spaces, which is surprisingly useful for Misa.

Oricorio (Pom-Pom): Electric / Flying

I have an Oricorio card and it's surprisingly strong!! It looks cute and has like 60HP but can deal 100 damage, which seems Misa-ish. She also loves that this type's feathers match her hair. And the bird thing matches with Light's chicken thing.

Eevee: Normal

do I need to explain this...

brain says yes I do. she's a little bit basic when it comes to liking cute Pokémon, so Eevee was a must! She hopes it evolves into a Sylveon, but it's probably gonna become a Jolteon lmao

Ditto: Normal

It's cute and versatile! Though it has a really bad sense of humour and laughs at lots of things.. I think Misa would default to having it as a Stufful. I was going to give her a Stufful actually but it was the wrong type djjdjf.

Morpeko: Electric / Dark

Misa thinks this thing is adorable and appreciates that it has a darker side. She also finds it super cute when it's eating, which is lucky, considering its reaction to hunger. That said, she kind of loves how troublesome it is when it's hungry...

Bombirdier: Flying / Dark

Misa thinks this is a very elegant Pokémon, and caught it expecting refinement. However, it just drops things everywhere... Things that make loud noises... Misa jumps every time.

MATSUDA 🦆

TYPE SPECIALISATION

His was a little funny to figure out. Oddly enough, I really don't think he'd be normal, so I went full nature version. Water and earth and all. Honestly he probably catches Pokémon regardless of type, just tends to hang out in these types' habitats more.

MAIN: Water

SUPPLEMENTAL: Grass, Rock, Bug

TEAM:

Wartortle: Water

Because of course he picked Squirtle for his starter Pokémon (affectionately). Matsu loves this fella and appreciates its much-needed wisdom. Apparently Wartortle's very old. I don't know how Pokémon time works, but I feel like Matsu would love old things, animals, people...

Swadloon: Bug / Grass

This is in my opinion one of the funniest and cutest looking Pokémon ever and something about it was so Matsuda-ish. He would also love that it helps the ecosystem, and though he felt bad about taming it he really wanted to be friends!!

Magikarp: Water

Matsuda caught one of these guys because L always said they reminded him of Matsuda. He's a little sad that L sees him as “the most pathetic useless Pokémon ever” but at least it's pretty darn cute and has lots of potential (evolution wise), right?

Omanyte: Rock / Water

It's been restored from an ancient species, and Matsuda probably has an interest in archaeology or something so he finds that cool. Plus, they're being released into the wild too much and becoming a problem. He thinks they're kinda like cute squids.

Shuckle: Bug / Rock

SHUCKLE!!! There's something inexplicable about this Pokémon. All it really does is protect itself and hide under a rock, but there's a je ne sais quoi about it. Matsuda is a big fan. It also likes berries and looks a little like a dinosaur.

Lombre: Water / Grass

A nocturnal Pokémon that sleeps on river grass. To be honest, Matsuda probably caught it by accident (if anyone can do that, Matsuda can) one day and just shrugged, said "new friend!" and moved right on.

RIE 🥀

mwahaha or something.

TYPE SPECIALISATION

I kept changing her types because the first batch the Pokémon didn't fit and the second batch were too similar to L and Misa. I kept Psychic and Dragon the whole way through, which is why the first four only have one type.

MAIN: Psychic

SUPPLEMENTAL: Dragon, Ice, Bug

TEAM

Dragonair: Dragon

An angelic and peaceful Pokémon that can change the weather! Plus, Dragonair seems very majestic and beautiful. Rie caught it as a Dratini and this is the Pokémon that has been with her the longest, apart from her starter Pokémon of course.

Espeon: Psychic

Rie loves Espeon a lot and was surprised when her Eevee didn't evolve to Sylveon! She probably prefers Espeon for its intelligence and ability to predict other Pokémon. Rie calls it a Poké-Pyschologist even though it deduces actions by physical matters, not psychological.

Goodra: Dragon

It loves the rain and tbh who doesn't? Rie is more the type to sit inside with a warm drink and look out the windows than stand in the rain, though. She also finds Goodra cute and calm, though it does go to 100% when angry... Huh, kinda Rie-ish.

Alakazam: Psychic

Interesting conversations are something Rie needs in her life, or she gets incredibly bored. So of course a Pokémon that remembers everything is on her wavelength. Plus, it looks like it knows magic tricks. (It doesn't. It's close to hitting Rie the next time she asks how to cheat better at cards.)

Snom: Ice / Bug

I discovered this Pokémon while scrolling through the Pokédex for this project and it's my favourite now, so I had to give it to my favourite OC. Rie loves the snow and ice, more than the rain, and this cute little blue porcupine-y thing is “just so perfect.”

Rabsca: Bug / Psychic

She doesn't talk about it because it makes working in a male-dominated field harder, but Rie really wants to be a mother. And canonically, this Pokémon is always caring for an infant! Rie also likes how colourful (poisonous even) and dignified it looks.

(bonus) Kyurem: Dragon / Ice

It's a bonus because Rie wouldn't have it on her team, but if she were to catch a legendary it'd be this guy. Fits with her types and is waiting for a Trainer to fill it with “truth and ideals,” according to the official Pokédex.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

[galaxyedging]

Pero Tovar x f!reader

WC:2.4k

Warnings: Prostitution. P in V sex. Hand job.

Summary: Pero ends up in debt to a certain establishment. To pay it off, he works odd jobs. There is one job he finds the most lucrative and rewarding.

Riches Beyond Your Wildest Dreams

The cold bit at his skin as he pushed on. Those backstabbing bastards had took his coin, shoved him out of the wagon in the middle of nowhere. Luckily, he had seen some light in the distance. He was close now, he could hear the revelry coming from inside, just a little further. His lungs burned from the bitter wind. Just a little more. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, his vision darkened.

As he came to he tried to take stock of his injuries. His head throbbed. He felt a sickness creeping over him. The skin on his hands and feet still burned. Althought someone had taken great care to wrap them. The bed was soft under his broad frame. The furs over him were thick and lustrous. Wherever he was he had landed on his feet. Speaking of which, he experimentally placed his feet on the floor. They hurt but he could walk with some effort. Or so he thought, upon standing he promptly tumbled to his knees taking a tray next to the bed with him. The metal clanged to the floor making a hell of a racket. A door to his left swung open. A well dress elderly woman approach him, flanked by a very large man, he was older than Tovar but not as old as the woman. "Help him up." The woman directed. As the man helped him back into bed she spoke. "How are you feeling?"

"Not bad considering. Thank you for helping." He began to cough, his body shook with it. She passed him a cup of water. Sipping slowly his coughing subsided. "Thank you. I appreciate your hospitality. I'll be out of your way as soon as I can." A kind smile spread over her face. "You take your time."

Now he knew why she wasn't rushing him out of the door. She planned on charging for her assistance. With his coin lost she had offered to let him work off his debt at her establishment. At first he cleaned, when he got his strength back he help to move deliveries to stock the kitchen. The place was huge, he wasn't allowed to go beyond the tavern and the stables but he guessed, from the amount of food, that a lot of people stayed in the rooms on the far side of the courtyard.

One night, as he carried a barrel through the tavern, a fight broke out. Bracing the barrel on his shoulder, he punched the man who had started it, knocking him clean out with one swift blow. From then on, he was asked to help keep the peace. Now that he was around more he started to notice the large amounts of coin being handed over. Men being escorted back behind the heavy doors. It didn't take a scholar to work out what was going on. There was no judgement from Pero. It just added another layer to his job, he would now ensure that anyone going back behind those doors was sober enough to be respectful of the women. He tossed them out if they were disrespectful to any of the women, working or not. Not that they had many women visit who weren't. Except one.

Even if it wasn't unusual for a woman to walk in he still would have noticed her immediately. She was stunning. All eyes were on her as she entered. Some just flicked their attention to her for a moment, others kept their attention on her enthralled.

Pero had been keeping a close eye on the man. To a casual observer, the man would seem quite sober. Years on the battlefield made Pero's observervations anything but casual. He learned to look deeply quickly. A delay in his judgement could get him killed. Unfortunately, he hadn't passed his concerns onto the bar maid, who served the man another ale while Pero was busy with moving some barrels. The man swayed on his feet as he approached the beautiful lady in the corner.

"And how much does your company cost?"

He leered at her.

"More than you could ever afford." Came her calm reply.

"You cheeky whore!" Pero was behind him as the man stepped towards her as if to lay hands on her.

The man suddenly stopped short, allowing Pero to grab his arm to wrench it up behind him. He used the leverage to slam the man into the table next to her. She sat unbothered, as Pero escorted the man out. Pero missed how she slipped the small dagger, that she has held to the man's privates to stop him, back into her sleeve.

Pero's curiosity was now piqued. This beautiful, graceful woman who seemed so out of place was more at home than most here. Most people had turned to the noise, moved away, checked they could reach the exit if needed. She barely flinch at the violent movement he had used to subdue the man. There was the slightest reaction to the sound of crunching bone then nothing. All she did was bow her head slighty at him and thank you.

"So kind of you, Sir." Arousal shot through him at the way the word 'Sir' dripped from her tongue.

Dragging the man to the main door he threw him out into the cold, kicking him in the backside for good measure on the way. When he returned he went to the bar.

"The woman, in the corner, what do you know of her?" He asked the young woman preparing drinks.

"That's the Lady Bonfamille. Am surprised you've never met her. She must have been on one of her trips. She's quite a regular."

"To the tavern? She barely drinks!"

"No, to the brothel. She quite popular with the girls."

Thankfully the young woman was called away so she didn't see the redness of Pero's cheeks.

The rest of the night passed quietly until the owner approached Pero. "The young lady who sits in the corner, the one you have asked about? She wants to know if she can buy some of your time."

"But I'm not a…I don't..." Pero stumbled over his words.

"She will make it worth your while, you could afford to go pretty far from here on what she is offering." The owner smiled.

He mulled it over. Had he not been attracted to her from the moment he first saw her? Would he not have welcomed the chance to chase his pleasure between her legs? Not only are you offering him that chance but willing to pay him for his enjoyment.

"I will do it."

Pero was ushered through the doors and greeted by an older woman who gave him a once over with her eyes. "I suppose you'll do. You need to bathe first. We'll set you up in her favourite room."

The water was warm, sweet scented and, he had to admit, near blissful. This place gave him more opportunity to bathe but it was never a luxurious affair like this. He sunk back into the copper tub. Even dipping his head under to clean his hair. A knock came at the door.

Pero covered his generous manhood with his hands. "Erm…come in!"

His company for the evening walked into the room.

"Mmmm. Jasmine." She hummed. "I always find it so soothing. Do you agree?"

Pero was lost for words as she began to remove her dress. The layers of silk and lace dropped away to reveal her corset and bloomers.

"Yes." He swallowed thickly. "It's quite lovely." His eyes roamed her curves.

"Would you like me to wash your back?" She perched herself on the side of the tub before picking up the wash rag from the tray next to him.

When Pero nodded she pulled his shoulder forward, urging him to lean towards her. She gently ran the cloth down his back skimming the curve of his ass before moving back up to his broad shoulders then back down again. It was so soothing that Pero almost forgot that he was naked and about to have to perform for this woman. The soft touch of her hand and her breast close to his face were helping in that department. His cock swelled under the cover of his hands.

"Since we are to lay together I should really make sure you are thoroughly clean." The cloth ran up over his shoulder down his chest, over the muscles there and his at his stomach to where his hands were providing him some modesty. Pero groaned as she pushed his hands away lightly to swipe the cloth over his length as it snapped back towards his body.

"Hmmm. It looks clean enough but I better make sure." The cloth was wrapped about his girth with her firm grip. She slowly ran it up and down his length. Her breasts moved closer to his face with every swipe.

It wasn't long before Pero was trying to stop her. "Stop. My lady. If you carry on…"

"What? You'll come for me? That's exactly the idea, my good sir. Tell me, does it feel good?"

"Oh, yes. Your hand is wonderfully skilled." His voice was tight as she resumed her movements.

"Just wait until you feel how skilled my cunt is." Her vulgar words had him spilling his load into the water.

"My god!" He groaned as his hips chased her hand. His own hands gripped the edges of the tub as his head rolled back. With a final strained grunt he finish.

Later, when Pero was clean and dry with only a towel to cover his newly forming erection, he stood awkwardly by the bed. She remained unbothered as she lounged on it in her undergarments.

"How would you like to...?" It wasn't that he was inexperienced with women, he just had never met a woman like her, let alone had sex with one. His past conquests had been drunken affairs or similar arrangements to the one he was in now.

"I'm not sure, I've never been intimate with a man before."Pero's brow furrowed in confusion. "I've been curious but given my social standing it wasn't wise for me to lie with a man. An heir would have given them a claim to my life amd how I lived it. Since I had a sickness last summer, I can't bear a child."

Pero bowed his head. "I am sorry."

"I am not but you're sweet to be." She smiled warmly. "There's depths to you that most men I know don't have. I think I shall very much enjoy your company. Would you like to show me how best to enjoy it?"

Pero's cock flushed to its full size as she removed the last of her clothing. Her body screamed of a life of luxury. Her skin was smooth and unmarred. Her flesh was pillowy over her frame. Pero felt like he had been afforded a great luxury just to look at her. It became even greater when she spread her legs for him. Her cunt looked so wet and inviting, it overrode his nerves and had him positioning himself between her legs.

"Is this alright?" His brown eyes questioned.

Her only response was to guide him inside her warm heat. Pero was right about her being wet and inviting. He slid in right to the hilt with little effort. Her body welcomed him so emphatically. She moaned and gasped at his first few thrusts. Her arms snaked under his and her hands found his shoulders. Her beautiful, fully breast pressed against his chest as he thrust deeper.

"More." She gasped. "Please, Pero."

Any reservations he had about hurting the lady were thrown away. He started fucking her deep and hard. Like he would if he was the one paying. Pero may not have much in this world but his body still had its strength. He poured it all into driving his hard cock into the opulence of her cunt as it dripped around him. Just when he began to think he couldn't kept this up, that her she was just too perfect around him for him to resist filling her with his seed, her hand was shoved down between them. He felt it move near to where they were joined. Then an incredible thing happened.

Her velvet wall spasmed around him. He had never felt anything like it before, the rhythmic tug of her warm heat. He spilled himself into her with a full body shudder. He groaned so loudly he wondered if the others heard. He was supposed to be in here giving her pleasure not the other way round. He was so disoriented by the wondrous feel of her all he could do was steady himself as she continued to clench around him, steadily growing gentler as he twitched and softened.

Of all the reservations he had about doing this. The fact that he would be rendered absolutely defenceless and vulnerable never crossed his mind. Anyone could have snuck up on him in the last few minutes. He was completely absorbed by her. They could have slain him where he was rooted. He debated if he would have noticed since he was in some sort of heaven anyway.

"That was....what was that?"

"What?"

"The way your..." he wasn't sure how to refer to it with a Lady. Her cunt had had him in a death grip. "....you gripped me, inside you."

"You've never felt a woman come before?" An amused smile graced her lips. "I'm hardly surprised. So much power with so little accuracy."

Pero didn't need to understand what she was saying to feel offended. He opened his mouth to say as much.

"Don't be offended, lover. It just means I have to pay for more of your company to teach you."

Over the next few weeks, Pero made more money than he had in half a lifetime. But coin wasn't the only the riches he earned. The good lady gave him a wealth of knowledge. He learned to make a woman come with his cock, his fingers, a swipe of his tongue and a suck of his lips.

[bigdealsgoddog]

Lookism character father hcs p 2

Note: just some hcs of characters finding out you’re pregnant and what they’re like as fathers (vasco, Daniel park and Zack Lee). Minors and ageless blogs DNI

Content warning: zacks hc is a little suggestive/breeding kink mentioned

Euntae Lee(Vasco)

For starters before your kid was even born while you were pregnant with his kiddo you know damn well he was doing everything he could to make sure you were comfortable at all times. He’d get extra pillows for you even if you were already being swallowed by the mountain of pillows he already gave you. Everytime he came home from work hed either bring home the exact thing you were craving or something completely off the mark but it’s the thought that counts. After dinner he’d always give you a new squishmallow you’d protest and say if he kept bringing home more squishmallows there’s be no more room on the bed for you two and that you didn’t need anymore squishmallows. Sweetheart would still bring another squishmallows the next day, saying something along the lines of ‘we gotta hold onto this one for the baby’

He would get so upset when he finds out how much your back starts to ache and all the morning sickness you go through. Don’t tell this poor man about what birthing the child is gonna do, he already tried drunkenly offering to ‘carry the baby for you’ and you and Jace had to explain to him that unfortunately doesn’t work like that and when that didn’t sink in you convince him with a “how are you going to protect burn knuckles when you’re carrying the baby? I’ll protect the baby and you can protect burn knuckles it’s ok”

That kid is gonna be so spoiled with love oml

For the baby shower burn knuckles had showered you guys with gifts one of those gifts being a baby sized burn knuckles outfit

As soon as vasco could get your kiddo in it he took so many pictures posing with your kiddo

Don’t think you’re not getting your own outfit. It’s family photo time!

Vasco would absolutely take his kiddos to the burn knuckles anytime he knows they’re not doing anything necessarily dangerous. Like training days! He’s absolutely doing push-ups in the burn knuckles hangout with your kiddo sitting on his back.

The burn knuckles love your kiddo too, they’d absolutely babysit them and even try to train em in different fighting styles as they get older. They’re gonna be fighting and destroying bad guys just like their dad!

After a long day of hanging out with the burn knuckles(and vasco excitedly showing your kid anything and everything about burn knuckles) both of them got tuckered out and are probably sleeping at the hangout, your kid out cold sleeping on Vasco’s chest. The rest of the burn knuckles are still awake doing whatever they really wanted but you noticed they appoint at least two people to stand nearby vasco and your kid to make sure no one 1 wakes them up and 2 comes near them to hurt them. Even though there’s no real threat.

Burn knuckles absolutely volunteers to babysit your kid while you and vasco go on date nights to spend some time alone with each other.

Vasco absolutely gets his kangaroo in the end in the form of a plushie.

Hyeong Suk(Daniel Park)

Ok but he would absolutely sing that song him and duke sang together to your baby while you’re pregnant and once the kiddo is born as a lullaby to help them go to sleep

He always did it when you were asleep or you weren’t paying attention. He’s still shy with his voice but seeing you sleeping so peacefully and (once the kid is born) seeing his kid sleeping so peacefully he’s just so happy he can’t really help it. He always sang that song whenever he needed a pick me up and whether or not he realizes it he does get really worried that his kid would go through the same things he did with the four major crews, all of the fighting and bloodshed. Don’t even mention the part about having two bodies either-you’re gonna have to pull him out of his own head once in a while because that poor guy will spiral.

You’ve caught him singing a few times, he gets so red every time you catch him

Absolutely the type as soon as he can will bring his kid to his mom to show her she’s a grandma and to meet her grandkid. I like to think that at this point Daniel would be much older and able to help his mom out with living arrangements and getting her a stable job or even better for her to retire and she’d absolutely offer to babysit your kid on occasion. She absolutely loves her grandkid and it wouldn’t take her long to ask if you and Daniel would be making anymore anytime soon

Daniel absolutely totally hasn’t thought about it. Not once. Nope.

He’d bring his kiddo over to his relatives house too with his cousins, almost bragging rights like not only did he get an amazing s/o but now he has an amazing kid!

I feel like once the kid gets older he would teach them a little self defense? Definitely wouldn’t try to turn them into a fighter but he knows how fucked up the world is, how he got bullied in his formative years to all of the things that happened with the crews. He doesn’t want any of it to happen for his kid but he’ll absolutely teach them self defense god forbid some jerk wad at school overstepped their bounds a little. God help the kid if he has a daughter he would be so protective of her.

Jinsung Lee(Zack Lee)

The moment he finds out you’re pregnant the entire house is getting baby proofed, even things you really didn’t think was necessary to baby proof.

It wasn’t really a problem. Till it was 3 am hand you woke up for a little snack cause your cravings were hitting you like a truck and the only thing stopping you was the baby proof lock on the pantry. Some of the baby proofing was immediately lifted after that incident.

I feel like Zack would enjoy seeing you pregnant a lot more than he thought he would.

Like a lot more

He’s already thinking of names for the kid and any other future kids he convinces you to have

Absolutely has ‘fun’ with you while you’re pregnant. I don’t think he realizes it before but definitely knows now he has a breeding kink.

He’d totally be like vasco in the sense that he’d take pictures of/with his kid(s) with his old boxing gloves on. They just look so big on them!

He would also be really protective if he had a daughter, somewhat like Daniel just a bit more unhinged. Like when she’s just two playing with the other little kids at the daycare. He tried squaring up with the little boy she was playing fire trucks with her because “he was trying to make a move on his baby”

[aurorafables]

From the Grey, Chapter 11.

Hey! I hope you will like this chapter :)

"It's all just… it's not me. We used to joke about this as two buddies. In the past, we would have teased each other without any problems. In the past, I wouldn't have wanted to carry him to bed while repeating to his lips that he is mine."

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Nicholas Ruffilo

Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Angst, Past character death, Suicidal thoughts

Tags: M/M, M/F, Slow burn, Childhood friends, Friends to lovers, Family drama, Band fic, Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, P in v sex

Word Count: 4k

Cross-posted: AO3

11.

I woke up to someone knocking at the door. At first I was convinced that I hadn't fully awaked and that it was all just a weird dream, because why would someone bang Nowhere To Go on the door? But no matter how hard I tried to wake myself up, the noise just got louder.

“Nick, it's me!” Folio shouted, and suddenly the drumming made sense. “Open it, please.”

It was much harder to move than I thought. I almost fell off the bed and stumbled to the door with my shoulder against the wall. When I opened it, there was a bright light from the hallway. I pressed my forearm in front of my eyes and leaned against the door jamb, sure enough. 

“Good morning, Sunshine!” Folio greeted me with a wide smile.

“A little quieter, please,” I whispered, barely audible, because I had no voice.

“Can I come in?” Folio whispered back, and I just shrugged. A sudden backward turn was all it took for the whole room to start spinning around me. The sickness came like an express train. I made the short distance to the bathroom in much less time than I thought I could. I fell to my knees in front of the toilet and let out everything that was still in my stomach. Then I got sick again from the suffocating smell of alcohol and it started all over again. Folio held my hair back, which was really nice of him, because I had to hold on to the toilet seat to avoid falling into it. It finally got a little better, and I slapped my ass like a rag doll on the cold tile.

"Don't ever let me drink again," I looked deep into Folio's eyes, my voice still no more than a mumble.

“It's not like anyone could have stopped you yesterday,” he answered, and then jumped in about what happened the night before. I met them at the bar and it annoyed me that by then they were just as well off the alcohol as Noah was… I caught up to them quickly and probably overtook them both based on Folio's condition.

"I shouldn't have drunk so much," I said to the toilet roll holder.

“The fact that you broke up with Maya is a pretty compelling reason.”

I suddenly turned to Folio and, reading his face, tried to guess how much I had told them about what had happened yesterday. 

“Could this stay between us?” I asked hopefully.

Folio looked away.

“Unfortunately, we are already late for this.”

“What do you mean by that?”

"It's a good story, listen," he began cheerfully. “Matt went to you at noon because he thought you had fallen asleep. He knocked on Noah's room, and you can imagine how shocked he was when it wasn't Noah, and not you, but an unknown girl who opened the door with almost no clothes on,” Folio said, and he had fun imagining the situation. “So Matt sent the chick away after a system reboot and pulled Noah out from under the covers, then the poor boy got a nice cold shower. Matt was mad about the girl, and because Noah is in at least as bad a state as you are now… Then he walked up and down asking everyone in the crew where you might be. Be glad he didn't wake you up.” 

“I'm bursting with joy,” I rolled my eyes, which resulted in my head throbbing even harder. I carefully picked myself up from the ground. “Where are the others?”

“Jolly and Bryan are with Noah now, and I came to you.”

“And what did you say to Matt when he asked about me?”

“That you had a bad night because you broke up with Maya,” replied Folio.

“According to this, everyone already knows about it... “ I leaned against the edge of the basin with a resigned sigh. I turned on the tap and washed my face with cold water.

“Look on the positive side of things: this way Matt won't be so mad at you, and you're lucky because you don't have to sing tonight, unlike Noah,” he winked at me with a grin.

I put toothpaste on my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth hoping I wouldn't feel sick again while Folio put a painkiller on the nightstand that I couldn't thank enough for.

“Bryan said he would check in on you later. Also, you could save Matt a few gray hairs if you came down to lunch with us in an hour.”

“I'll be there,” I promised him before he left me alone, but after taking the medicine I was already leaning back on the bed. I closed my eyes, but my zigzagging thoughts and splitting headache wouldn't let me rest. Before I go down to the others, it wouldn't hurt to ask Folio what I told them. I squinted my eyes and tried to recall the night before when I arrived at the bar.

“The lost man!” Jolly greated me with open arms when he saw me. “Matt was looking for you everywhere.”

“He already found me, we ran into each other at the hotel,” I answered and sat next to him in the booth. I picked up the drinks menu and started browsing. “What are you drinking?”

“What not?” Folio asked back and raised his beer. The two of them had a good laugh about it, but I just kept reading the drinks, wondering where to start.

“Is everything okay?” Jolly asked, changing to a more serious tone.

I had already lied to two people when they asked something similar, and I was getting tired of having to pretend in front of my friends.

"Actually, nothing is okay," I answered in an emotionless voice. “But everything will be better after a few drinks, won't it?” I looked up at them hopefully.

"Maybe I screwed up," I told them after the umpteenth glass, when things started to get out of my control. “Maybe she didn't get enough attention from me…”

“And that's why she became a bitch?” Jolly snorted with a girl on his knee, who I didn't even know how to get there. Folio is long gone, and I suspect his disappearance may have had something to do with his consumption of the beer and the shots.

"Women tend to go crazy if they don't get enough love," the girl said, whose name I no longer remember. He didn't mind and kissed her as if I wasn't even there.

“You are a shit company” I muttered to myself, because probably no one was paying attention to me.

I looked around the place, which was packed with people even on a Thursday night. Folio said that you have to book a table on the weekend, there are so many people, so we were lucky that there was still a place for us. The music wasn't too loud, so we could have had a comfortable conversation if someone had wondered what happened to me... 

My eyes settled on a girl who was sitting at a nearby table with two of her other friends, and it wasn't the first time that our eyes locked. She was wearing a miniskirt with over-the-knee boots, and her hair was braided almost down to her waist. She smiled faintly when she saw me looking at her. 

“It's not your fault,” declared Jolly, and I turned to him surprised that he returned to our conversation from the girl's mouth. “Maya has already started quite interestingly, as far as I know…”

I frowned and drank the rest of the whiskey before all the ice melted. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“We'll discuss it at a more suitable time,” he glanced at the girl in his lap. I shook my head violently, wanting to know what he meant.

“If you started, finish it.”

Jolly sighed and gently patted her thigh.

“Would you mind leaving us alone for a bit?” he asked her. She nodded, and after one last kiss, she walked towards the bar. I looked impatiently at Jolly, who sighed again, shaking his head.

"I shouldn't have brought this up now," he said in a strong Swedish accent.

“There's no going back. What is it that I don't know about?” I leaned forward towards the table so I could better hear what he was saying.

“I just thought that you shouldn't blame yourself for the ruin of your relationship... Maya tried to hit on Noah, which is already quite unpleasant.” 

I just looked at my friend for half a minute and maybe didn't even blink.

“What did she do?”

“She flirted with Noah, almost kissed him. You weren't even together then…”  Jolly raised his arms defensively. “But Noah decided not to tell you, because we saw you were really into her.”

I laughed to myself as my soul, or my heart, or both, damn it, continued to crack under my chest. It hurt that Maya did this, but even more so that Noah wasn't honest with me. It's unbelievable how this evening could have gotten any worse, and I really could only laugh at the whole thing. Either that or complete madness. 

“Dude, I think it was supposed to be this way,” Jolly tried to reassure me, while looking at me understandingly from the other side of the table, but I didn't pay much attention to him anymore. I stared again at the girl with her long braid, because now she was alone, and while she was drinking, she kept glancing at me. Jolly followed my gaze. He shook his head, then put his hand on my hand to make me pay attention to him a little more. “It won't make you feel better. You're not like that.”

I would have liked to scream because he got to the point. A pretty girl might have been a good distraction, but I would have felt even worse afterwards. I glared at Jolly, who let go of my hand and leaned back in his chair. “You're an adult, it's your decision.”

“Fuck it. Fuck everything and everyone!” I grumbled under my breath, then I jumped up and cut through the crowd. I didn't stop at the girl's table, I didn't even look at her, but kept walking all the way to the bar. I don't remember much of what happened next, but I do know that I was stuck at the bar and kept refilling my glass.

Bryan arrived just as I was finishing my shower. I half-dried my hair with the hair dryer, then we headed towards the hotel restaurant. To be honest, I didn't have much of an appetite, my stomach still hadn't settled down, but I knew I had to pull myself together somehow by evening. As soon as we stepped out into the hallway, we met Steven and Matt. They both looked at me like someone had died, and then I understood why Noah didn't want to spread the word about breaking up with Karin. 

“Is everything okay, Nick?” Steven asked, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“I'll be fine,“ I patted his shoulder with a tired and not very sincere smile.

"If you get over the hangover, that's half win," told Bryan from the other side of me, which earned him a tongue out. Matt was strangely quiet, so I snapped at him. He was on his phone, and when I turned to Bryan with a question, at first he just shrugged.

"They had a bit of a fight with Noah," he muttered between the two of us as we let Steven and Matt forward at one of the doors. We were the first to arrive from the team and sat down at the big table. Jolly and Folio came shortly after us, and only one chair remained empty. I drank my coke more and more impatiently, looked at the time on my phone and saw that we had to go to the rehearsal in an hour. I sighed and leaned over Jolly.

"I'll go and get him," I told him, getting up from the table when Noah entered the restaurant. He was wearing sweatpants with a hoodie and sunglasses. He had probably just gotten out of the shower too, because the hair at the back of his neck was still wet. He turned towards us and just saw me sit back in my chair.

“Where did you go?” he asked me in a low voice as he sat down between Jolly and Steven.

“I thought I'd see if everything was okay with you,” I answered him, and in the meantime our lunch arrived, so we didn't talk anymore.

I was the one who finished eating the earliest and decided to smoke a cigarette outside while the others finished. I wasn't alone for long, and I didn't even have to look back to know that Noah had followed me out into the yard. 

"Danielle called me, she said she couldn't reach you," he began, looking into the distance with his arms folded in front of his chest. I wanted to see his eyes, because that way I couldn't decide what was going through his mind.

“I left my phone in my room because it was dead,” I said, staring at the road.

“Call her back because she seemed quite upset. Maybe she just found out about your breakup with Maya. “

I glanced at Noah from the side and saw how tight his lips were. As if you have a right to be angry…

“Did Jolly tell you?” I asked him.

“It doesn't matter who it was. I'm only sorry I didn't hear it from you.”

“I didn't have a chance to talk with you,” I answered him, but it annoyed me that it sounded like an apology, so I added: “I would have liked to, but you were busy last night.” 

Great... Now it sounded like a hysterical bitch said it.

Noah finally turned to me, even though he still had his sunglasses on.

“Why didn't you tell me?” he asked in a softened, almost worried voice.

I looked up at the sky and giggled in a scratchy voice.

“In front of the girl? Something tells me she was more interested in the size of my dick than my mental state,” I said sarcastically.

The muscles on Noah's chin tensed, but he had a solution for that.

“We could have a walk together. You are more important to me than that girl.”

For some reason, that sentence of his turned my anger on to such a level that I'm surprised I didn't shoot lightning with my eyes.

“And after that?” I asked him. I felt like the devil was inside me and I couldn't keep my mouth shut. “Shall we do that particular threesome thing afterwards? Would you like it?”

My anger evaporated as quickly as it had come. By the time I got to the end of what I had to say, soaked in poison, I wanted to punch myself in the face. I could only blame my idiotic behavior on the fact that I had a terrible evening, I was tired and hungover. Noah froze, then blushed, and I could almost hear the tension sizzling around him. I couldn't look at his face any longer, I felt embarrassed by my own stupidity. It's all just… it's not me. We used to joke about this as two buddies. In the past, we would have teased each other without any problems. In the past, I wouldn't have wanted to carry him to bed while repeating to his lips that he is mine. I took a big swallow and turned away to put out the burnt cigarette on top of the bin. When I turned back, Noah was standing right in front of me and I cursed his stupid sunglasses again for not being able to see his eyes. He grabbed my wrist, then pushed his phone into my hand. 

“Call your sister back. She's worried about you.”

His voice trembled as if he was overflowing with emotion, but even so it sounded firm and commanding. He went back to the restaurant and after a few calming breaths I did as he asked. I looked up Danielle's number and called her.

“Noah?” she asked excitedly as she picked it up.

“I'm Nick. Noah said you were looking for me,” I answered. She let out a tense breath, which made me start to worry more and more why she wanted to talk to me. “Danni, is there something wrong?”

“I talked to Maya. She called me and sobbed through the entire phone call.”

“Yes, we broke up over the phone yesterday. Just the way I didn't want to. It's completely understandable that…”

“No, that's not the problem,” interrupted Danielle impatiently. “She said she hasn't taken birth control for a few months. And that you have been together several times since then.”

I gripped the phone tightly between my fingers and the morning dizziness returned with renewed force. I crouched down and rested my back against a pillar. 

“Nick, can you hear me?”

"Yeah, I'm here," I mumbled in response as I stared out of my head and tried to slow my breath. “Do you think she's pregnant?”

This problem has so far been postponed since last night. As if everything wasn't messed up enough…

“I don't know, Nicky. Do you remember when was the last time you two…?”

It wasn't too hard to remember, because that's when I decided that I couldn't do this anymore.

“About a month ago, when she traveled to Vegas with us.”

"If she is pregnant, she should have known about it a long time ago," Danielle said, but her voice sounded uncertain. “If she suspects, she should have already taken a test.”

“Danni, now I... I have to prepare for the evening show,” I said while trying to push the despair into the background. Then in the evening, after the concert, when I'm alone, I'll have a chance to fall apart.

“Nick, listen to me!” she said firmly from the other end of the line. “Whatever it is, we'll solve it, you understand? Mom, dad and I stand by you. You are not alone. And remember, the situation is not as dire as it first seems.”

Her words brought tears to my eyes. A warning sign that I'm tired and a breakdown is too close.

“I know, and thank you. I love you.”

“Me too. Take care of yourself!”

I pressed the call end and leaned my head against the pillar. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Noah watching from the door and I could tell he didn't know what to do. I think the reason why he was so insecure was because he hadn't seen me so desperate. I took pity and smiled at him, but my smile was more melancholy than cheerful. In any case, it was enough to make him walk towards me. I handed him the mobile.

"Thank you," I said softly, to which he just nodded. As he stood next to me, I continued to squat leaning against the pillar, he seemed even taller than he actually was, but I didn't mind. His height never bothered me, because under his tall figure and nicely shaped muscles, he was still the fragile boy whom I hugged every night so that he wouldn't have bad dreams.

"You don't look good," he said when I stood up. It was obvious that he wanted to talk, but lately it was unpredictable where we were going during our exchanges. Am I asking something stupid again about the girl from yesterday? Am I going to be hysterical because he was busy and I had to drown my sorrows in alcohol? Or is he just getting too close to me and I'm stuck between the pillar and his body while he stares at my lips and I forget to breathe?

I tried to put some life into my voice when I spoke.

“We have a show tonight. We have to focus on that now, after that... I don't know.”

Noah nodded, but at the same time he was scanning my face as if he could read everything from there. He was no longer wearing his sunglasses, we were both squinting in the strong autumn sun. I turned to go into the restaurant because I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't want to talk to anyone, not even him. But Noah grabbed my wrist as I was very determined about leaving, which for some reason hit me so badly that I yanked my hand out of his grip without thinking. I turned back to him and saw him looking at my hand, then at his own. His lips quivered and he couldn't hide how disappointed he was. I cursed myself because I was so tempted to hug him like I used to when something made him sad, but Danni's words echoed in my head. "There are times when you have to put yourself before others, Nicky."

I put my hands in the pockets of my jeans so as not to accidentally do something that I would regret later.

“Now I need some space. There's too much going on at the same time and... well, I want to be alone with my own thoughts,“ I tried to put into words my constantly crumbling psyche.

Noah watched for a while longer. Maybe he wanted to decipher it, because he couldn't really understand why I was so obviously avoiding him. I didn't really understand why either, but a subtle inner voice told me that I had to do this now. 

"If you need me, you know where to find me," he finally said resignedly. I couldn't have expected more from him, and I'm sure that my grateful smile showed how much his words meant. I turned around and walked in with the others. We had to leave for the rehearsal shortly, but luckily a coffee still fit in the time.

We played the remaining four concerts that week. Fortunately, time flew by quickly and I only noticed that I was on stage on the last stop of our North American tour. Noah put himself back into it and was in good spirits throughout, which I wasn't surprised about: Matt pointed out that our song Just Pretend had been trending on TikTok for weeks, starting an incredible upward wave in the band's popularity. All four of us were happy with the news, but Bad Omens has always been Noah's masterpiece, anyone can say anything. He was the one who constantly tried to keep the band alive, always came up with new ideas, and wrote the best songs and lyrics one after another. As we played our song Like A Villain, Noah's beautiful expressive voice crept into my consciousness.

"You need a new clean slate without the dents 

A place to put your pain, your consequence

When you look into the mirror, are you even there?

I don't wanna know all your secrets 'cause I'll tell

It's hard enough being alone with myself

I don't know how long I'll be holding on

How will I survive nearly 3 months at home? How am I ever going to handle not seeing him for so long? 

I know you tried your hardest, I know that you meant well

But you pushed me to the edge and I slipped, and then I fell

I don't know how long I'll be holding on"

Noah turned to me for a moment and smiled painfully. It was barely noticeable, just a stray glance, yet it was on my mind even as I was already at the airport hotel the next day waiting to fly home to Virginia the next morning. I took a deep breath and prepared the cigarette and the lighter on the bedside table. I knew I would need it later. Then I picked up my phone and dialed Maya's number. Time to clear some things up before I even attempt to move forward.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

It's Always Been You (Michael's Version)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x F!Reader

Summary: What if Michael went to his best friend (Reader) during the events of Season 2 Episode 7 instead of Amanda coming to him?

Warnings/Tags: Friends to Lovers, PWP, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, spoilers for season 2 of Kin, American attempting to write an Irish dialect

Word Count: 5k (Michael had a LOT of thoughts, lol)

A/N: Here's the companion piece to It's Always Been You!

Michael Kinsella stood outside of his best friend's house, waffling between ringing the doorbell and just walking back to his own home. He knew that Y/N had just gotten off of a shift at the hospital where she worked as an emergency physician and wouldn't want to have to deal with Michael's bullshit on top of a long day at work, but he needed to talk to someone and when the cab driver had picked him up outside the chemist's and asked him for an address, Michael had automatically given Y/N's instead of his own. 

He rang the doorbell, fighting the urge to bolt as he saw Y/N's silhouette heading towards the door. She's yer best mate, he chastised himself. She won't mind ya poppin' 'round fer a quick chat.

The door opened, revealing Y/N. She was dressed in a tank top and lounge pants and had clearly been settling in for a relaxing evening at home. God, she's beautiful.

Michael had been in love with Y/N from the night he had met her at a party back when they were teenagers. All it had taken was the gentle peal of Y/N's laughter at a lame joke Michael had told and he knew that his heart would forever be hers. Unfortunately, he also knew that her heart could never be his -- the more he had got to know Y/N the more he knew that she could never possibly want to be with the son of a drug lord, especially a son who was expected to join the family business.

A smile spread across Y/N's face. "Mikey, hi."

Michael nervously rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. Just one drink, tha's it. Don't overstay yer welcome. "Hey, Y/N. Can I come in?"

Y/N stepped out of the doorway. "Yeah, of course."

Michael walked in, turning towards Y/N as she shut the door behind him. 

"Can I get ya a drink?" Y/N offered. "Water, tea… juice?"

Michael smiled sadly. I don't deserve her. "Beer?"

Y/N's eyebrows raised. She was the only one who had continuously respected Michael's desire to stay out of trouble in order to freely and legally see Anna, which included rarely drinking and never to excess. "Sure. Make yerself comfortable."

Michael walked into the living room as Y/N headed into her kitchen, noticing a glass of wine and slightly-worn paperback copy of some romance novel Y/N had been reading on her coffee table. At least she hadn't already been in bed.

He glanced back towards the kitchen. 'Make yerself comfortable', Y/N had said, not 'have a seat' .

Michael took his shoes off and sat on Y/N's sofa, relaxing slightly as he smelled the subtle scent of Y/N's perfume lingering on the cushions.

A few seconds later Y/N returned with 2 beers, handing one to Michael and setting the other one down before picking up her glass of wine and sitting beside him on the sofa. "Talk ta me, Mikey," she said softly. "What's goin' on?"

Michael had warned Y/N about Bren's predatory ways back when they were teenagers and had made sure to never leave her alone with him, even going so far as to make up excuses for Y/N to accompany him whenever he had to leave the room in order to protect her from Bren's roving eyes and wandering hands. Thinking about the disgusting comments his father had made to him about Y/N still made Michael sick to his stomach… Not that he had ever told Y/N about them.

He mentally shook his head and drained half of the bottle of beer, needing something to do while he collected his thoughts. "Bren's been sniffin' 'round Anna."

Y/N gasped, a look of alarm immediately crossing her face. "Did ya tell her about him?"

Michael sighed. "I tried, but she just accused me of tryin' ta keep her from tha family and I got angry and shouted at her, then I left."

He knew he hadn't handled his conversation (if you could call it that) with Anna well and that losing his temper with her definitely hadn't helped the situation, but he honestly didn't know what else to do in order to try to keep her safe from Bren.

Y/N took a long sip of wine. "Want me ta talk to her? She might actually listen ta her Auntie Y/N."

Michael was filled with gratitude. Y/N was Anna's godmother and had kept in touch with her while Michael had been away while also keeping Michael apprised of how Anna was doing, acting as a sort of go-between between Michael and Alison's mother. Anna won' believe me, but maybe if Y/N tried to warn her…

He finished the rest of his beer and picked up the other bottle, then took another sip. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd appreciate tha'. I'm not exactly on the best terms with her right now."

He glanced down at his hand as Y/N reached out and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry you're having such a rough go of it, Mikey," she said.

Michael scoffed, taking another long pull of his beer. With everything that was happening with Anna and Bren he had briefly forgotten about the revelation that Molly had used him. "Oh, that's not even half of it. I called Molly afterward, then when she didn't answer I went to the chemist's to see her."

A brief flicker of something that Michael couldn't quite make out flashed across Y/N's face. "Mmm."

Michael sighed. Molly may have been yet another distraction from his feelings for Y/N, but he had to admit that the fact that she was just using him to get her jollies before she went off and got married still hurt. "I didn't see her so I asked after her, and the chemist told me she was off for the next month." 

Y/N tilted her head curiously, her brow furrowing in that adorable way Michael loved to see when she was concentrating on something. "She went on holiday and didn't tell ya?"

Michael shook his head. "She's off on her weddin' and honeymoon."

Y/N gasped, a look of rage replacing the one of confusion. She moved to stand. "That fuckin' bitch , I'll fuckin' kill her."

Michael gently grabbed her arm. As much as he appreciated the fact that Y/N was willing to go on a murderous rampage in his honor, the absolute last thing he needed was for her to wind up being arrested and to lose her medical license over him. "Nah, no need to be goin' doin' tha'. I'm grand."

Y/N sat back down, still looking murderous. "No you're fuckin' not , Michael, otherwise ya wouldn't be sittin' on my sofa puttin' away beer like it's fuckin' water right now."

Michael shook his head with a chuckle. "No, no you're right," he said truthfully. "I'm not, but I will be." 

Y/N's expression instantly changed from anger to compassion. "I'm so sorry, Mikey."

"Ah, don't go worrying your pretty little head about me." Michael shrugged then moved a stray piece of hair from Y/N's face, allowing his touch to linger on her cheek. "I'll be fine, darlin'. Not the first time I've slept with a married woman -- or in this case, engaged."

Y/N sat back as if Michael had burned her, then quickly drank the last of her glass of wine.

Michael's brow furrowed at her sudden change of demeanor. "You alrigh'?"

Y/N nudged him. "Oh yeah, I'm grand ."

She stood. "Another ale?"

Michael shook his head. He would stop by the market and pick up some more beer… or perhaps a bottle of whiskey. "Ah, I probably shouldn'. Got ta' walk home."

"You can stay here tonight, ya know," Y/N offered as she stood and headed towards the kitchen. "Yer always welcome."

"Ya sure I won't be a bother?" Michael asked. Y/N had insisted that he stay at hers when he had first started having seizures so she could keep an eye on him for a few days, which was understandable since she was a doctor, but Michael really didn't want her to have to go to any trouble for him.

Y/N reappeared with a fresh glass of wine and another beer. "Nah, of course not. Ya never are a bother, Mikey, you know tha'. The guest room is always open."

She handed Michael the beer and sat back down next to him, a slight smirk on her face. "'Sides, you can keep me from going out and doing something stupid, like slashing that little slag's tires or settin' her house on fire."

Michael chuckled. And he thought he was the overprotective one. "I really didn't get far enough in ta where I knew where she lives."

"Fuckin' lucky for her then." Y/N took a sip of wine, her expression once again turning serious. "Anna will be okay, ya know that, right Mikey?"

Michael shook his head and took a sip of his beer, looking forward instead of at Y/N. "I'm just tryin' ta protect her, Y/N." 

He could feel Y/N studying him. "Just from Bren or from the rest of your family too?"

Michael sighed. Fuck , that was the question, wasn't it? "I don't know. Both, I guess? I just… I don't want this for her, I -- after what happened ta Jamie I can't lose her too. I can't lose another child ta this life." I can't lose you either.

He looked back at Y/N as she made a pained sound. "Ya won't, Mikey. Ya won't, because ya have me protectin' her. I love her like she was me own and I love you , ya know I'd die before I let anythin' happen to either of ya."

Michael felt like his heart was going to burst from the love he felt for Y/N. I hafta tell her.

He looked down at the floor. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

Michael opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, unsure of what exactly to say.

Finally he decided to just show her and cupped Y/N's chin in his hand before pressing his lips to hers.

He moved his hand from her chin to the side of her neck, softly kissing her again before leaning back.

Y/N stared at him, her mouth open and her eyes wide.

Michael was about 2 seconds from apologizing when Y/N cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips back to his. 

Oh, thank Christ. Michael sat up and leaned forward, guiding Y/N back to lie on the sofa as he took control. "How long, pet?" he murmured against her lips before beginning to kiss his way down her neck.

Y/N gasped in a breath. "Mikey, please …"

Michael let out a soft growl as he pressed kisses to Y/N's throat. "I said , how fuckin' long, Y/N? How long have ya been wantin' me like I've been wantin' ya?"

He gave a gentle nip to her throat, holding himself back from just going ahead and marking her, claiming her as his . 

Y/N gasped. "Ever since -- oh, fuck, Michael -- ever since I first clapped eyes on ya."

Michael groaned at both the revelation that Y/N had wanted him just as long as he had wanted her and the way his given name sounded on her lips.

He leaned back to look at her. " Fuck , why didn't ya ever say anythin'?"

"Because I didn't think you were ever interested in me like tha'." Y/N sighed and sat up. "There was tha' thing with Amanda, and after tha' ya met Alison, then after she -- well, after ya came home, I thought about finally telling ya how I felt but ya were so focused on trying ta reunite with Anna and then Jamie died and there was tha' whole business with Eamon and the Batuks, and after ya came back home from tha' you were dealing with your da getting out of prison, and then it was too late because ya had started talking about Molly. Ya seemed happy fer once, Mikey, I didn't want ta get in the way of tha'." Y/N bit her lip. "Yer happiness means everythin' ta me."

Michael's affair with Amanda had been a mistake during a bout of self-pity combined with the need for comfort, and he genuinely loved Alison and wouldn't have traded Anna for anything, but even he could admit that Molly was just a distraction from his feelings for Y/N. 

He shook his head and sat back on his knees. "Fuckin' hell, Y/N. You . You make me happy, ya always have." 

Wait a minute. As far as Michael knew, Y/N had dated a few men throughout university, but to his knowledge she had never really had a steady, stable relationship. "Is that why ya never got married?"

Y/N looked away from him. "It's always been you," she said simply, then shrugged.

Michael sighed. He had been afraid of ruining Y/N's life yet had done so by keeping her from finding the perfect partner. " Fuck. "

Y/N shook her head, still refusing to look at him. "It's not a big deal, Mikey, it's not like I'm some sort of blushin' virgin or anythin'. I get my needs taken care of."

Michael wanted to be the one taking care of Y/N's needs, making her cry out in pleasure, hearing his name fall from her lips as she fell apart for him…

He reached out and gently cupped her chin in his hand, turning her face back towards his. "Y/N, look at me, pet, please."

Y/N finally looked back at him, her gaze soft and questioning.

Michael leaned in and pressed his lips to hers once again in answer, channeling 20 years of pent-up feelings into the kiss as his hand slid from her chin to cup her neck.

Y/N sighed softly as she melted against him, allowing Michael to deepen the kiss and lean her backwards once again.

Y/N tasted of wine and something unique to her , and the combination made Michael's head spin better than the purest gear ever had. Who needed drugs when they could have this?  

As their kisses grew more heated, Y/N's hands wandered down to the hem of Michael's sweater, her fingers dipping underneath and shoving the fabric up in an attempt to get it off.

Michael quickly leaned back and pulled the offending garment up and over his head, depositing it on the floor before finding Y/N's mouth once again.

The light little 'fuck' Y/N breathed out as Michael's hands slid underneath her tank top was enough for the last of Michael's resolve to snap.

He helped her get her tank top off before kissing his way further down her throat, his hand snaking up into her hair so he could tilt her head for better access.

He ground his hips down into hers, groaning in pleasure as Y/N's clothed core brushed against him.

"Want ya inside me, Mikey," Y/N whimpered into his ear.

Michael groaned as his hips involuntarily thrust down towards her core again. He wasn't in the habit of keeping condoms in his wallet and he certainly hadn't expected his evening with Y/N to go this way. "Fuck, I don't have any johnnys on me." 

Y/N shook her head. "It's okay. I'm on birth control and I get tested regularly for STIs."

Jesus Christ. Michael wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside Y/N, filling her with his cock over and over as she screamed his name in pleasure.

Before he could answer, Y/N added, "Unless ya think we need one? In that case I have some in tha' ensuite."

Michael had thankfully been responsible during his time with Molly, and if Y/N was comfortable without a barrier between them so was he. 

He shook his head. "I don't -- I didn't go without, with Molly, if that's what yer askin', pet. And there hadn't been anyone else fer years before tha'."

Y/N thought a moment, then nodded. "Then take me to bed, Michael."

Michael didn't have to be told twice. 

He wrapped his hands around her thighs. "Hold on ta me."

Y/N linked her arms around his neck. "I'm never lettin' go of ya again if I don't hafta."

Fuck. Michael pressed his lips to hers once again as he lifted her to him, then stood and carried her to her bedroom.

He deposited her in her bed and climbed in after her, admiring the beauty lying before him. "You're so fuckin' gorgeous, pet. Been wantin' ya fer over twenty fuckin' years . "

Y/N looked stunned. "Why didn't you ever say anythin'?"

Michael shook his head, still unable to believe that this gorgeous creature -- this absolute angel -- wanted him as much as he wanted her. "Because I was tryin' ta protect ya. Ya didn't deserve ta get dragged inta all of my family's shite." All of my shite, he wanted to say. 

He shrugged. "Besides, ya were much too good fer the likes a' me."

Y/N huffed out a breath, clearly annoyed. "Don't ya think tha' was my decision ta make?"

Michael scoffed. Y/N had gone on to save lives, whereas Michael himself only took them. "Come on, Y/N, wha' good would I have been fer ya? Ya became a fuckin' doctor ."

Y/N let out another annoyed little huff. "Yeah, because a' you , Michael."

Michael's brow furrowed in confusion. "Wha' -- wha' ya mean, ya became a doctor because a' me? " He remembered supporting Y/N's decision to go into the medical field, but that was after she had already decided to go to university.

Y/N bit her lip, silently contemplating for a moment. Finally she said, "I became a doctor because if anythin' happened on a job and you couldn't go to hospital because it seemed suspicious you could at least come ta me and I'd patch ya up." 

She smiled softly at him. "...Or because ya had punched a wall or fell and broke a glass door with yer head."

No. No, tha' can't be tha reason . "But I thought --"

Y/N shook her head. "Don't get me wrong, I love savin' lives and I don't mind helpin' out yer family when they need patchin', but the most important life ta me is yers, Mikey. I'd do anythin' I possibly could ta keep ya safe." 

She reached up and caressed his face. "Like I said, I love ya."

Those last three words hit Michael deep in his chest. He really didn't deserve Y/N, but he was so fucking grateful that she'd chosen him anyway. 

He wanted to say the words back, but they were stuck in his throat. He closed his eyes, trying to keep his emotions in check. " Fuck ."

If he couldn't tell Y/N how he felt, then he would just have to show her.

He opened his eyes then leaned down and kissed Y/N, pouring all of himself into trying to convey what he felt for her.

Air became a necessity, so Michael moved his way down to Y/N's throat.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Michael's back as she gasped in oxygen, the feel of her hands on his bare skin and the sound of her breathy little pants making Michael harder than he had ever been in his life.

"So beautiful," he murmured, sliding his hands up Y/N's sides and trailing his thumbs under her breasts. "Fuckin' gorgeous, pet."

He circled the nipple of her left breast with his tongue, relishing in the feel of Y/N tangling her fingers into his hair and arching towards his mouth. " Mikey… " she gasped out in a moan.

"Mmm," Michael murmured. "Love tha' way ya say my name, like fuckin' music comin' out a' ya." He wanted to hear her say it over and over, preferably while he was buried deep inside her cunt, but he wanted this to last, to show her that she wasn't just a quick fuck or a means to scratch an itch, that she meant everything to him.

He wrapped his lips around her nipple, taking his time to tease it to a peak before switching to the other one.

Y/N gasped and arched into him again. " Fuck. "

Michael hummed and let Y/N's nipple go with a soft 'pop'. "We're gettin' ta tha', pet."

He slid his hands down her body to the waistband of her pants, Y/N skin softer than velvet. 

Y/N lifted her hips up. "Mikey… Mikey, love, need ya in me," she pleaded.

As much as Michael wanted that, there was something else he needed to do first. 

He shook his head as he slowly pulled her lounge pants and underwear off, savoring each inch of bare skin that was revealed to him. "Mm-mm. Got ta taste ya first, darlin'."

He smirked at the tiny little whimper Y/N let out. "Oh, ya like that, do ya, pet?" he asked as he parted Y/N's legs for him.  "Ya like the thought of havin' my face buried between yer thighs, tastin' yer sweet nectar?"

Y/N moaned. "Fuck, yes , Mikey, please, need your mouth on me, love."

Michael licked his lips, the sight of Y/N's cunt glistening with her desire for him making his head spin. "Fuckin' hell, pet, yer fuckin' drippin' fer me."

He leisurely slid his tongue up her folds, groaning at the taste of her. " Fuck , you taste so fuckin' sweet, darlin'. Wish I could've been eatin' this cunt out fer years ."

He licked another stripe up her folds then circled her clit with his tongue, relishing in the hiss of breath she took. "Ah, fuck , Mikey…" she gasped.

Fuck. Y/N tasted sweeter than honey, better than anything Michael had ever tasted in his life. He pressed his tongue inside her, needing to taste her juices directly from the source.

Michael was a man in a desert, and Y/N's cunt was an oasis.

He worked her with his tongue, the broken pants and moans she made for him making his cock so hard it was almost painful pressing against his jeans.

He needed to fuck her soon or else he was going to burst, but he needed her to come first, needed to show her that her needs came before his own.

One day he was going to spend hours eating her out, wringing orgasm after orgasm from her until he had drunk his fill of her essence, but for now…

He begrudgingly removed his mouth from her cunt and slid two fingers inside. "Want ya ta come fer me, pet. Come fer me and I'll give ya my cock like I know ya been needin'."

Y/N whimpered again. "Please, Mikey."

Michael began to fuck her with his fingers. He could feel her tightening against them so he knew she was close.

He sucked her clit in between his lips, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud.

Y/N's hips bucked against his face. " Fuck , yes, Mikey, please -- Ah!"

Michael pressed a hand to her stomach to keep her still as he worked her through her orgasm, continuing to suckle her clit until she started to shake with oversensitivity.

He kissed his way back up Y/N's body to her lips as he began undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans, the need to feel her coming on his cock becoming priority.

Y/N moaned as he reached her lips, her hands finding their way to Michael's pants and boxers. "Need yer cock, Mikey, want it so bad, love."

Michael hurriedly finished undressing, sighing in bliss as his cock was freed from its confinement.

He gave it a few strokes and lined himself up with Y/N's cunt, coating himself in her slick before slowly pressing inside and watching as his cock disappeared inside Y/N's body. Jesus Fuckin' Christ, she feels amazin' .

He heard Y/N take a sharp breath and his eyes snapped back to her face. Her eyes were closed and Michael couldn't tell if it was in pleasure or pain. "--Ya alrigh', pet?" he asked. 

Y/N opened her eyes but she didn't answer. 

"I'm not hurtin' ya, am I?" Michael tried again.

Y/N shook her head. "No, Mikey, feels so good, love."

Michael took that as permission to continue, so he slowly withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained inside of her. 

He groaned. "Fuckin' hell, darlin', ya feel fuckin' incredible ."

Y/N let out a gasp of pleasure as Michael snapped his hips forward, burying himself in her as deeply as he could. "So do you, Mikey," she breathed. " Fuck , yer so fuckin' perfect."

Michael pressed his lips to the side of Y/N's neck as he slowly slid out then pushed back inside, setting a slow-but-firm pace.

As he made love to Y/N, he did his best to catalog every minute expression on her face and every hitch in her breath to think about later.

Y/N's breath hitched as he changed his angle slightly. "Mikey, I'm close, love."

Michael picked up his pace, fucking Y/N more firmly. The slick slide of him in and out of Y/N and the feel of her walls around his bare cock filled Michael with a sense of possessiveness he didn't know he had. He wanted to be the last lover Y/N would ever have, wanted Y/N to be the last lover he would ever have.

"Did ya let any of the others inside ya like this, Y/N?" he growled. "Did ya let them feel yer tight cunt around their bare cocks?"

Y/N shook her head, crying out as Michael hit her sweet spot. "No, Mikey, just you, only ever you, love."

Michael groaned, the thought of being the first and only man to fill Y/N with his seed stoking the fire inside him. "Can I come inside ya, pet?"

Y/N gasped. "Yes -- yes, Mikey, please. Want ta feel ya, love, need ta feel ya."

Fuckin' hell. Michael reached down and began to circle Y/N's clit with his thumb. "Want ya to come with me, pet, want ta feel ya take me as deep inside ya as ya can."

Y/N gasped and arched up into him, driving Michael impossibly deeper. " Yes , Mikey, I'm close, love, please. Fill me, mark me, claim me, make me yers ."

Michael let out a rumble from deep in his chest, the sense of claiming sparking something animalistic deep inside him. "Yeah, pet? Want me ta ruin ya fer anyone else? Fuck a wee one into this tight cunt of yers, have my babe growin' inside ya?"

To his surprise, Y/N nodded. "Yes, fuck , Mikey."

Michael knew it was damn near impossible to get Y/N pregnant tonight since she was taking birth control, but the thought having a normal life raising Anna and his child with Y/N together -- Y/N wearing his ring on her left hand -- filled him with a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in… well, probably ever. "Gonna fill ya with my cum, pet, keep fuckin' ya till I'm sure yer cunt has taken every last fuckin' drop." 

He hissed in a breath as his hips stuttered, the pit in his stomach growing until it was almost full. "Fuck, Y/N --"

Y/N arched against him. " Michael-- "

The pit in Michael's stomach exploded, releasing rope after rope after rope of his seed inside Y/N's fluttering cunt, as if his cock was being milked of everything it had.

When he was finally spent, he eased out of Y/N and collapsed at her side, panting as he reached for her and pulled her on top of him for a cuddle. 

Y/N hummed, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Michael sighed and slid his hands around Y/N's back, wanting to keep her as close to him as possible. He knew he wasn't perfect, but he wanted to be perfect for her . 

"It's always been you, too, love," he said quietly. "I'm sorry I never told ya sooner. I just wanted ta keep ya safe."

Y/N shook her head then placed a kiss right over Michael's heart. "It's alright. I understand."

She looked up at him, even more beautiful in the afterglow of their lovemaking. "So wha' happens now?" 

Michael smirked. "We go get a shower then come back for another go?"

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "You know what I mean, Michael."

Michael shook his head. He wanted tonight to just be about him and Y/N and to not let anything else that was going on disturb their solitude. "Can we talk about it in tha' mornin'?"

Y/N's face fell. "Okay."

She started to get up, her body language already starting to tense.

Fuck, fuck , no, she thinks I meant about us .

Michael tightened his hold on her. "Hey, no, love, it's not what yer thinkin'," he clarified. "I want ta give this a go, I -- it's everythin' else I don't want ta have ta think about tonigh'. I just want ta be here with ya, that's all I'm sayin'."

He took a deep breath, finally letting the words he had been wanting to say for over twenty years loose. "I love ya, Y/N. I'm never lettin' go of ya again if I don't hafta."

A smile spread across Y/N's face as Michael echoed her earlier sentiment. "I love ya too, Mikey."

She leaned up and gave him a kiss. "Come on. I've got plans for tha' shower."

Michael grinned as she sat back and pulled him up. Things may go to shit again tomorrow, but for tonight he had the perfect life.

[serafiel-jacobs]

Maniac (Fanfic)

Pinocchio is in his room writing down a few things in a notebook, this is something important, and had to think about hard how he is going to do it but unfortunately, his concentration is broken.

“Pinocchio, Pinocchio please let us out” A voice came from inside the black box, it was Carlo.

“Yes we promise we aren’t mad at Geppetto anymore, please just let us out” Now Romeo was the one speaking.

“No,” Pinocchio said bluntly, “I know you guys are lying”

“We aren’t lying” Carlo was begging him, it was already hard being inside when he was alone, it was worse now that Romeo was stuck with him, “Come on we are brothers right? We can do fun stuff as brothers if you let us out”

“Mmmm” Pinocchio was thinking about it, he would like to spend some proper time with his brother.

“I can be like your brother too Pinocchio, we can do so many fun things together” Romeo was also desperate to get out.

“When the two of you stop being mad, we can do stuff together” Pinocchio knows that if he lets them out now they will yell at his father or worse and he can’t let anyone be mean to his father.

Romeo took a deep breath, “We are not mad-“

“LET US OUT RIGHT NOW YOU FUCKING PSYCHO” Carlo was so done with this, he started banging the box with force again trying to break it.

Pinocchio let Carlo bang the box and curse at him until he got tired, ignoring him while he continued to write in his notebook.

“Great job Carlo”

“Oh shut up Romeo”

They almost had him but Carlo had to scream at him, it’s not like they are specifically mad at him, at least he had good intentions when he shoved Romeo inside, they are more mad at Geppetto than anything but being inside here it’s a nightmare.

“What are you writing?” Carlo wanted to distract himself and he could hear from the box that his brother was writing something and that’s great because he was sick of hearing Pinocchio do his little experiments.

“My plan to make everything better”

——📘——

Step 1: Collect a TON of Ergo, killing is fun that’s easy. /)/) ( . .) ( づ✄

Step 2: Have father make two P organs ♡⚙︎♡ for my brother and Romeo, and give the spare Ergo to them.

(Why didn't father think about that before?)

Step 3: Find a BETTER cure for Lady Antonia (She can’t die (◞‸◟ㆀ) )

-Giangio is acting weird maybe he needs persuasion to make the cure better.

Step 4: Beat Simon (Father will call me a good boy (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ)

Step 5: Fix father

After that, we can be a happy family!!

Yay ૮ ˶′ﻌ ‵˶ ა

——📘——

At least Carlo and Romeo can’t deny that they are grateful that Pinocchio is planning on helping them.

“We can help you Pinocchio, we are good at fighting we can help you collect all that Ergo” Carlo said.

“But I like killing I don’t to share it” Pinocchio stood up and attached Gemini to his belt, who had been hearing the entire conversation but knew better than to talk with Pinocchio when he is scheming in his room.

“I’ll be back, I promise everything is going to work out just fine” Pinocchio was patting with care the top of the box trying to show affection, and for a second Pinocchio again almost thought about opening the box.

“OPEN THIS DAMN BOX RIGHT NOW!” Romeo yells this time, one moment he is fighting who he thinks is Carlo, and then he passes out. The next he was forcefully shoved inside here. His limbs feel so numb and he can’t imagine how Carlo’s body feels since he has been here for longer.

Pinocchio patted the box again, “I’m gonna miss the two of you while I’m gone” He won’t be gone for long but he loves spending time with them.

With that said, Pinocchio left his room, leaving the two of them alone.

“Great job Romeo”

“Shut up Carlo”

“Do you know how annoying it is that you are on top of me?”

“Last time it wasn’t annoying~”

“Not now you moron”

Maybe they should start talking about old memories to pass the time because they are going to be stuck here for a while.

——

Pinocchio was at the Barren Swamp, killing as many carcasses and puppets as he could. But he decided to take a small break to talk to his friend.

“Hello my only friend” The broken puppet was looking at him, he was happy, Pinocchio taught him how to be happy, “Have you come to teach me something?“

Pinocchio nodded enthusiastically, he wanted to show his friend something very special. So he lured in one of the carcasses that were in the swamp and shoved it inside the water, then he proceeded to use his legion arm to electrify it, the voltage was extremely high, and the carcass was twitching in pain and screaming even worse than usual, moving its body in all directions trying to desperately escape the pain, but it was unable to, the shook making it too confused, too in pain to even try to save itself.

“That is called agony” Pinocchio had a grin on his face, he loved teaching his friend new things.

“Agony is something bad… but I am thankful that you taught me this lesson” The broken puppet is smiling on the inside as he is unable to on the outside, being thankful, that’s also something Pinocchio taught him about. Sometimes he teaches him strange things like this, but all learning is good learning!

Pinocchio was so happy about his new friend, each day he met new faces, and things became even better. Maybe his father can fix his new friend but for now, he has to continue his mission.

He keeps collecting the Ergo, it’s a little strange how all of these puppets and creatures seem to be endless, it’s almost as if they re-appear each time he touches a stargazer, but the more Ergo he gets, the better it will be for his brother and Romeo.

Although Pinocchio starts getting tired of collecting Ergo at the swamp, the terrain is awful and he is all dirty now. But that last part is good, his father could give him a nice relaxing bath. But that little break will have to wait, in the meantime he decides to go back to Elysion Boulevard and collect more Ergo there.

—-

“Thanks Pal”

Pinocchio found a toy store in Elysion Boulevard and went inside, he found miniature doll sets and started grabbing what he could find for Gemini, he is his best first after all, and deserves only the best.

“Do you want this house? You can have it in my room and you can live there”

Gemini can get outside of his cage as he is a little cricket puppet not just a lamp that talks and he would love to have a home, it can be a little boring to be in his cage all the time.

“Maybe you should take another break pal, we have been here for hours” Gemini wonders how Pinocchio isn’t exhausted from destroying all those puppets for that many hours straight.

“But I need more Ergo” In truth, Pinocchio doesn’t know how much Ergo he needs but it must be a ridiculously high amount. Although he already can’t count the number of Ergo he currently has, but he should listen to Gemini and take a break.

He sits down on a chair of what was once a restaurant, setting Gemini on the table who comes outside of his cage. Gemini has had a lot of mixed feelings lately, Pinocchio is a good boy just as everyone says, and he is going above and beyond to help the ones he cares for.

On the other hand, he has become even more sadistic lately.

When he defeated that clown puppet the boy decided to crucify it in front of the Opera House; back at the grand exhibition he trapped a bunch of puppets in a room, threw gasoline at them, and lit them on fire; and the cathedral is now filled with carcasses hanging from the roof.

As usual, he barely listens to him, Pinocchio only listens to his father who has told him to stop doing a few things and Pinocchio has stopped because his father said so. But Geppetto isn’t restricting him in everything he does, Gemini wonders if Geppetto is scared because Pinocchio knows his secret. He won’t tell anyone what Geppetto did, he knows that Pinocchio cares too much about his father and he doesn’t want to upset him.

Pinocchio extends his hand to Gemini and begins to gently pat his little head. He looks so tired like he is about to pass out at any moment. Counting the time spent at the swamp and the time spent here it has been out for more than 12 hours.

“Go and get some rest Pinocchio” Gemini was worried about him, his eye color changed and he began to glow a tone of light blue, indicating how he was feeling.

Pinocchio was too tired to run back to the stargazer so he grabbed Sophia’s pocket watch and decided to activate it instead.

—-

Once inside Hotel Krat, it was extremely late, everyone was already asleep but Geppetto, who had been waiting for his son.

Geppetto gave his son a warm bath, then his son took him to his room.

“Yes that should work perfectly” Why didn’t Geppetto think about that? Just making more P organs? Geppetto played with his son’s hair, “You are so smart son”

Now he doesn’t need to remove Pinocchio’s heart at all, this will work even better.

Pinocchio yawned, he was so exhausted and he was already in his pajamas, Geppetto was about to leave so that his son could sleep but Pinocchio grabbed his hand a little too forcefully.

“Sleep here with us, pretty pleaseeee”

Us. Geppetto could tell that Carlo and Romeo were already asleep since he could hear faint snoring noises coming from inside the box. Gemini was already asleep inside his new home. Geppetto didn’t see how that was a bad idea so he changed clothes and laid in bed next to his son.

As soon as Geppetto was in bed Pinocchio hugged him with force.

“I would have given you my heart” Pinocchio whispers directly into his father’s ear.

Geppetto feels shivers going down his spine.

“Anything for you Father” Pinocchio is snuggling closer to him, “I love you so much”

“I love you too son” he isn’t lying, even if he is a little afraid of him sometimes.

——

The next day early in the morning, Pinocchio was in Venigni works, he had asked Venigni and his father about the layout of the place and how certain machines worked, they thought that he was asking out of curiosity.

But it was more than that.

Pinocchio was pressing buttons from a panel left and right and after inserting a key in the device and turning it, the sound of heavy machinery began to resonate all over the factory.

“Gemini behold” Pinocchio had a twisted grin on his face as he pulled a leaver, the last thing he needed, now the machine was ready.

The manufacturing line began to run, new simple puppets were being made, the ones without features that can already be found inside the factory, although because the machine was in full force most were having issues like missing a limb here and there but the design didn’t matter, what mattered is that all puppets hold Ergo inside of them. Instead of those puppets being released to attack like Fueoco was doing, the assembly line was taking them somewhere else, directly into the Factory’s furnace. Being made only to be destroyed.

Pinocchio sat down on the edge of a platform, waving his feet in the air, he was so delighted that his idea had worked. He watched as the puppets were burned alive and the Ergo floated into the air, directly into his heart.

“That’s… really clever buddy” Gemini saw as the puppets were melting inside that furnace, the room was hot but at least they were high enough that the heat wouldn’t affect them.

“I’m so smart like my father” Pinocchio was so proud of himself, maybe when this is all over he can work here with his father.

Sure, eventually the factory will run out of Ergo for the puppets but Mr. Venigni said that they had enough Ergo supply of at least 5 years and Pinocchio is super positive that he won’t need to wait that long to collect the remaining Ergo he needs. ——

The two P organs were being made, Pinocchio managed to collect that ridiculous amount of Ergo all in a day and even had enough to spare.

Pinocchio can tell others at Hotel Krat are a little suspicious of him and his father’s activities but they don’t question the things he does anymore.

Right now he is in the Hotel Garden, testing some of his new fun ideas. He grabbed a few chemicals from when he was at the factory and was seeing their effects, writing down a few things in his notebook knowing what worked best, and by worked best he means what causes the most pain. Pinocchio tends to grab random puppets or carcasses from outside and bring them in to test his theories, the others have told him it’s dangerous and to not do that but he has everything under control and his father hasn’t told him he can’t do it so that mean he is allowed to.

Everyone but Geppetto was watching from afar at what the boy was doing and needless to say they were not happy about it.

“I don’t know how he got that sulfuric acid, it was supposed to be locked away” Venigni knows that Pinocchio must have ignored all the warning labels and broken the lock of the place that held them.

“You really believe a lock was going to stop him?” Eugénie said as she watched Pinocchio throw the acid at a carcass. “At the very least he is wearing proper protection”

Pinocchio was wearing special gloves, a face mask, and face goggles to prevent the chemicals from affecting him. But it looks like he wasn’t being too careful because they saw him grabbing a bottle of bleach.

For the first time, Venigni physically stopped him from doing something, running to grab Pinocchio’s hand.

“Stop it!”

“Mmm, what did I do?” Pinocchio genuinely didn’t understand what he was doing wrong so Venigni had to explain how mixing those chemicals will make a toxic gas.

Pinocchio was quiet for a few seconds processing what he was hearing.

“So that means that if I throw it at-“

“No, no, no!” Venigni had never reprimanded Pinocchio like this before but this was something he couldn't ignore, “That’s bad, don’t do it”

He was at his limit, he loved Pinocchio, and he sees him as family despite the short time they had spent together but this was too much.

Pinocchio could tell that his uncle Venigni was in distress about what he was doing, so he should stop. He hugs his uncle and apologizes to him for upsetting him.

Venigni smiles, he did it, he finally managed for Pinocchio to listen to him, but his small victory is short-lived as he feels Pinocchio dig his fingernails into him, hugging him with even more force.

“I have better ways to make them suffer”

Pinocchio turned to kill the last remaining carcass he had brought, stabbing it over and over with an axe, Pinocchio was dirty again from that disgusting liquid those things produced; he gave Venigni a warm smile and got closer to him again, tip-toeing so he can be at as level as he patted his head, Venigni getting stained as well.

The boy started humming as he made his way to the stargazer, ready to go outside again.

His plan and his fun were just starting after all.

[millimononym]

Choose violence ask: 10, 12 and 25 for Galactik Football

k imma be honest this was really hard cuz like. Galactik football is a really small fandom so we don't really have a general "fanon" consensus or really a general Anything consensus so i had to think abt it real hard

10. worst part of fanon

ok so we don't really have a fanon (again) but something i saw in some fics (not bashing anybody btw) quite enough was making the other SK super unlikable to the point of OOC just to make another character seem better or more sympathetic (it's Micro-ice). Just. Complete assholery to a ridiculous level that would never happen in between the main cast(at least in the first 2 seasons) just to make u feel bad for the guy.

And i don't understand that. Because like. Micro-ice is already kind of mistreated in canon? he literally never got an apology for the way he was treated (which made him RUN AWAY IN THE FIRST PLACE!!) and everyone just returned to being friendly with each other despite them never addressing Micro-ice's feelings in a proper way imo. So WHY would you feel the need to make the others OOC to a ridiculous degree to try and make people sympathize with Micro-ice??? He's ALREADY SYMPATHETIC!! Just adress his feelings !!!

Oh and this was also done mostly for shipping reasons because...of course.

Can't have a character have a healthy support system outside of the one person they're dating!! Nope!! We HAVE to isolate a person from their friends by making them uncharacteristically horrible just to make the only outside option look better!! Peak romance!! /S (literally it's just the family friendly version of that fanfic trope where writers kill off canon characters who 'get in the way' of their ship lol)

12.the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Ok so i know "unpopular" in this context means hated or unliked but... I think i agree with most of the fandoms opinions on this one lol. Just to check, The hated characters that come to my mind are Yuki(don't really hate her on her own, but her relationship with Micro ice makes me wanna throw myself off a cliff so as a side effect i dislike her), Mark(no strong opinions to give except "he's boring" which we've all heard a million times by now), p much everyone in s3...idk i can't really remember anyone else. I personally find duke Maddox annoying but that's not the point of the question

So I'll take this as LITERAL unpopularity. You may have noticed but a while back i was obsessed with The Shadows and giving them personalities since i was upset that as the rival team they never got screen time. I think i was the only one that cared about them lol so there's that. It's just...Sinedd was a semi-main character! And they made a big deal out of him leaving for the Shadows!! And then NEVER expanded on them as a team other than "they aggressive 😢" !!! They should have done something with them!!!! Also the other rival teams as well. We should have gotten more alien content in this sci fi series goddamit!! They all have lots of potential that was unfortunately unused imo

25.common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

I agree with most common fandom complaints..but as this is a small fandom, so we probably think of different things (or I'm just forgetting something)

The most common complaints i hear are that the pirates subplot took up too much time, clothing design being wack and generally disliking season 3. i agree with those, personally.

Again you and i probably think of different things when we hear "common fandom complaint" so feel free to tell me which ones i may have missed because I'm probably forgetting a lot

[astraeus-moon]

@melchinafan Sorry for the late ish response I feel kinda sick so it took me a while longer to organize my thoughts. Also here we fucking go apologies for no read more sins I am on mobile

And no I haven't seen those ign articles! More canon info to add to my hordes! And Jacob :( sad baby girl. I'll probably post those (The screenshots of the new info)  later for easy access for others

Your point on all 4 of heros being effected makes me wonder if Grave lock girls magic has sort of an area of effect or if the alpha vampires magic is a double edged sword in positively affecting the heros

And ooooo I didn't know there were other blood remnants that came in dif forms makes me wonder if they are somewhat similar to the alpha vamp remnants bc I think i remember it being mentioned somewhere the vial also had psychic residue?? Could not be I'm just losing it but eh. And the psychic residue perhaps being in the blood/body? And that's why it alters you?

And yeah I agree! I think that we don't carry them into the fight just to crack open the door and sort of wave a red flag at a bull sort of way

And then when the alpha vampire dies we get the remnant imbued with a bit of that vamps specific magic

And yeah perhaps using the skulls almost a psychic lockpick if those chosen had been imbued with some of the alphas powers (referring to the trickle down effect you noticed, Vampire mlm is a concept that will be lodged in my brain now)

The biggest one for Bellwether not giving a shit I believe was a piece of dialog that said like "once we get out of here do you think they'll drop a nuke on this place" which made me laugh bc I audibly went just like resident evil grqt2h3 which despite some of the negative reviews comparisons to other games the lack of resident evil with vampires is making me laugh (I mean it in a positive way I'm very attached to RE)

Plus I don't think a privately funded not so small military/mercanary group is gonna lose sleep over a "few" civilian casualties (especially not when you can write em off as vampire deaths when it comes down to it)

Yeah I agree! One of my main grievances was I wish that side quest/mini bosses got more diversity and watchers idk if those are miniboss types as I think they go down p easy (but like I said can't/haven't played the game so I could be wrong) they seem closer to the mutated cultists than "true" vampires

And totally get you on lore one of my other favorite games is destiny 2 and holy shit the amount of environmental storytelling/lore is so strong they have a fan run website to compile it all so I totally get you.

And ooo I'm always looking for new games to watch/obsess over so I'll have to check it out

And yeah unfortunately the people I watched wernt too into grave lock collecting and the only 100 locations video I've found doesn't play em in full

And yeah with Addison I won't spoil it but holy shit he was the worst one too me I wrote out/expanded on the house of Echos mission so I was rewatching and it ended up being 4k words but also it was woof. I almost wish they swapped the order of the map start out in the second way with the other 2 then work into the 1st area for the hollow man

Yeah my sort of interpretation (both in how I'm writing and general fun) is that his Ravens outlines + his guns lock on are from that eye but a fun thing I had was giving them all like the way things are highlighted blue for you to grab some of the psychic residue as most of the psychic energy we see (barring layla) tend to be a pale blue - teal(?) Ish color and it was just funny to me that the highlights for important objects were similar

I agree with vampires probably having night vision as they are supposed to be a sort of apex predator so night vision fits with the whole can't go in the sun.  It does make me wonder if Jacob would run into issues in direct sunlight with that eye time to invest in sunglasses my guy

And yeah I hadn't considered the psychic spaces as like stronger spaces where the trance is louder, bc in my thoughts I think the trance is a seperate but adjacent magic thing to what turned them into vampires

It definitely seems like the magic sort of got them all or bolstered abilities in some way and come on we both know that devs def smart enough to crack teleportation lmaooo necessity is the mother of invention and all that. But I do think that magic and science go hand in hand (destiny 2 is so great for that reason aswell because so much of what looks like magic can be kinda turned into science)

I think Remis ult is pure video game but healing it would make sense if it gave out a sort of opposite end of the spectrum vampire healing and helped you regenerate by like tapping into that magic that's settled in you or the vials/remnants

yeah we don't know how the healing actually works as you don't regen health unless you find medpacks which leads me to believe you do have to needle and thread it up instead of magic video game heal as explained in dishonored or prey

And yeah I'm assuming vamp regen at best at worst, you should uhhhh probably got get that looked at bud and yeah blood as fuel is a good idea even if it was connected or disconnected

And yeah the tissues, I'd imagine a wash cloth would be slightly more useful than tissues but eh and yeah sort of a gunk goop dripping thing (ie Eris Morn from destiny with her hive eyes)

And yeah! I think to be a bloodbag/sin eater it also I think is slightly voluntary(?) As the sin eaters are like that. And the blood bags seem pretty eager so maybe the most devoted cultists get turned into em

And yeah I'm uncertain bc I remember for one of the missions Jacob has a line like "but slitting the throat of your neighbor to get in." Or smth like that it's been awhile

And yeah vampire mlm, and yeah definitely maybe the more sacrifices brought in = higher chance of getting turned

I think it's a bit of both as we see with the alphas they were all real shitty people beforehand and yknow being willing to kill others to further your own gain definitely fits under "bloodsucker" (derogatory) in my mind lmao

And I think that's why Jason got away was bc hes not a bad person and was rather selfless hence but still also perhaps shaped by the intent of the person giving you magic (jacobs raven, laylas telekinesis which is something other higher up vampires can do as weve seen with the sea) But also made to shape you're own natural abilities remis healing, devs gadgets :) especially in those latter two cases where they wernt forced really to have the powers

The slow boil is soooo intresting to me bc like where were they? Like in the nests psychic spaces and just coming out to feed plus with the size of the alphas I think that'd kick up a fuss

I think probably a but of both, as drug trials/medical research like aevum was doing was bound to test on mice at least and upon observing the effects may have worked there way up to humans but huge fucking claw marks are probably vampires especially from what we've seen they are extraordinarily wasteful with animals perhaps both as food and ensuring surviving humans can't get it

And birds + animals disappearing evokes a similar feeling of when animals tend to dip before natural disasters because there senses and instincts are so much stronger than ours but also vampires killing them because they couldn't go after people yet

also lmao yeah like idk where tf they were going with that like was the plan to eventually move out of redfall or use it like a home base or smth bc you kill the animals and the people you're gonna have to start eating each other

And yeah I have to imagine at least one cultist was wincing and didn't voice it but was very much like aw come on guys

And yeah! Idk if it's ever explained if vampires exclusively have to eat blood/meat or can eat other things aswell

And oh my God don't get me started on the impacts of introducing a fuck ton of apex predators into your ecosystem and food chain not to mention if other animals mutated and are breeding. Like just removing Wolves from Yellowstone was enough to fuck over the ecosystem I can imagine something on this scale plus the probably intense growth from the decomp rates of bodies.. anyone in an environmental science field would be tearing their hair out (specifically my own redfall oc whose a park ranger is not having a great time with that)

You would have to build ground up essentially as trying a top down approach would fuck up the few remaining secondary and primary consumers (obligatory environmental science rant over)

They all def do the trance def is giving hive mind vibes aswell as a removal of emotional/rational thinking makes me wonder if the blood trance heightens base instincts/hunting drive or aggression like with animals being aggressive and shit being fucked

And oh def, bc each of the bosses has there own space but the nests aswell which makes me wonder if vampires have their own allegiances or a nest is like a pack

And yeah hindsights 20/20 and yeah fears a hell of a motivator and cults pray on scared lonely people with no other options and yeah in too deep

I haven't! Unfortunately I haven't watched a dev playthrough and there's not too many multiplaythroughs on YouTube but I'll inform you if I come across any! And as for rough speculation on mothman physique(?) I think leathery makes sense from someone as logical as dev since it glides so it being similar to a bat or moth it almost makes me think of point pleasants.. intresting... statue of the mothman to say the least...

And yeah woof the scientists sure as hell are doing some malpractice although I'd admire arkanes commitment to fuck the rich with them being consistent enemies.  And yeah sorry this got Hella long