#i already didn't really like his pokemon content

[savageboar]

finding out alphar*d literally cheats to continue failed challenge runs just for content is so lame. why are you doing a nuzlocke if you're just gonna ignore the rules when your team wipes and continue anyway bc you're too lazy to start over.

#i already didn't really like his pokemon content #but this is just the most deceitful way to make money off of pokemon content lol #he never mentions cheating until pchal is giving his runs criticism #if there were no stakes at all then is the content actually good #hades.txt

[loupy-mongoose]

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(Banished to the long dimension lol)

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The two felines teleported into the mountains northeast of Lavender Town.

Akoya looked around for a moment, before pointing happily. Ah! There! Smiling, Lav followed her mother as she floated over to a crevasse in the cliff wall.

She was startled to find the entry blocked by a green bubble.

As soon as she noticed it, however, it burst.

Sisiiiiiii!!!!

Suddenly she was charged by a tiny, peach-colored pompom.

In her astonishment, Lav did a backwards flip in the air, propelled by the unexpected force. Hahaha ha ha ha ha! Momo! Hey, Lil Sis! She ruffled the little Mew's head, sending them both into a giggling fit.

Sisiii!

Lav looked toward to cave entrance to see Midas crouched there, staying away from the edge but watching her longingly. Persim hovered protectively close, watching his little nephew carefully. Akoya approached the two and scooped Midas up. Lav felt a pang as she realized how big he had gotten. It's a good thing Momo can fly now.

The small collection of Mews gathered into the cave, which was barely big enough to fit their biggest member comfortably.

Before he could say anything, Lav managed to snatch her uncle up in a hug.

Hhgh!?

Sorry, Uncle Perzi. I know you're not really into hugs. But I'm so happy to see you!

I-It's fine! Just this once, for you, Lavvy. His voice was strained as he fought the urge to teleport away.

Soon Lav released him, and noticed Midas looking up at her with big, pleading eyes.

Instead of hugging him, she crouched down and wrapped her tail and arms around him. Hi, Midas. It's good to see you, too!

The little Mew gave her a lick on the cheek, startling Lav and melting her heart. She pulled him into a gentle squeeze, being careful to not overwhelm him.

Beside her, little Rosemary poked her face out of her daddy's pelt. Mee?

Hello, Rosie~! Lav carefully held her finger toward her. The little red Mew dabbed it with her nose before disappearing back into her orange shelter.

Persim flicked his fluff-tipped tail, a concerned frown on his face. Where's Randy?

Akoya settled into a crouch, tucking her arms under he chest. He went for a walk with our unexpected host. Something came up, and he's... having a rough time right now.

Oh...

We thought we'd come check in while he's gone.

We're doing alright. Aren't we, Kiddos?

Momo and Midas stared blankly at him.

...Okay, so the kits have been a bit bored.

Akoya looked at her two Mew children. Midas was contently loafing beside Lav's face, while Momo was pawing a pebble around on the floor.

Her ear flicked thoughtfully. Hmmmm....

What's up, Mom?

Akoya turned to Lav. Maybe we could bring them to Fuji's place?

Persim tilted his head. Fuji? Is that that "host" you mentioned? Is... is it a human?

Lav sat up, earning a protesting Mah! from her brother.

Yes. She ignored Persim's horrified glare. He feels like a good man to me, and we already showed him that we're Mews. So that's one hurdle out of the way.

He takes care of hurt and mistreated Pokemon. So I'm sure he'd have the twins' best interests at heart. He'd love them!

Seeing Perzi's still uncertain face, Akoya went on. I'll talk to Randy about it first, of course. If he doesn't think that's what's best, I'll listen. But I think they'll be safer there than here.

You don't have to come with us, if we do. But I trust Mr. Fuji. I trust we'll all be safe there.

Persim still looked uncertain, but didn't argue. Well, you've met him, and both seem to agree. So who am I to say otherwise? Just... be careful.

We will.

The Mews settled around the cave, just chilling and chatting, or attempting to curb Momo's excitement.

As Lav waggled her finger for the little puffball to to follow and catch, Akoya turned to her.

Lav, has Nico mentioned Mo to you?

Lav thought for a moment, caught off guard by the question. She jolted when Momo bit into her finger. Ouch, gentle mouth, Momo.

Sowwy, Sisi.

Lav smiled and gave Momo an accepting head ruffle before turning to her mom. No, he hasn't. He didn't get to know Mo. He's told me that he remembers seeing his parent Mew float away, and that's all he knows.

Ah. Okay.

Lav didn't say the continuation of her thought; that Nico seemed to feel his parent--Mo-- abandoned him.

She drifted into her own thoughts as Akoya and Persim engaged in their own conversation. Thinking about how her dad was doing. Thinking about how she should go about approaching him.

Thinking about how she should approach Nico.

Lavender?

Lav hopped onto her hands and feet, her eyes wide and pelt standing on end. She scanned the cave wildly.

Lav? You okay, Hon?

The pale Mewtwo shook herself, attempting to flatten her telltale fur. I-I'm fine. Just one of those... falling asleep nightmares, y'know? She turned toward the cave entrance. I'm gonna go get some air.

Lav ignored the doubtful look on her mom's face as she walked out. Once certain that she wasn't followed, she sat down and took a few stabilizing breaths.

When she was calmed down, she carefully reached out, keeping out of her family's mindfields.

Nico?

His response was immediate. Lavender!

Lav smiled. Nico! Jeez, you scared me! It sounded like you were right next to me!

Sorry!

...

You made it to Kanto, didn't you?

Lav struggled to not react to the statement, afraid that one of the Mews would notice.

How did you know?

...

Our connection is stronger...

Lav felt a strange thrill rush through her body.

So you must be closer to me.

Y... You're in Kanto?

Yes...

Lavender took a moment to control her feelings, and the energy they might be giving out.

...We could meet...

We could actually meet. In person.

If...

If my family would be okay with it...

Are they with you?

Yeah... They caught up really quickly... Impressively so, really.

Good.

Lav flicked an ear in annoyance. "Good"?

I'm glad they followed you. I told you from the beginning that coming on your own was risky.

Lav sighed quietly. Yeah, you did. Despite her best efforts, her ears fell back in guilt. And it ended up being for nothing anyway.

What do you mean?

I came alone to keep my family from getting hurt, but my dad's still the one suffering from this...

She stopped to consider how much she should tell him.

I... I don't want to tell you too much right now, okay? I already feel like I betrayed my dad's trust, and I don't want to do it any more. I want to talk some stuff out with him first.

I understand.

You're a sweet girl, Lav. Considering your family's needs.

Be patient, okay? I'm sure we'll meet someday, but I would rather have it be on good terms. With everyone involved.

Lavender smiled. ...Yeah... I agree...

We'll talk later, Nico. I hope we can meet soon...

I hope so too, Lav. Talk to you later.

Akoya floated over to her Mewtwo daughter in the cave entrance. She purred to make herself known, causing Lav to turn her way.

She nuzzled Lav's face before speaking quietly. You were talking to Nico, weren't you?

The 'two's tail flicked. H-How'd you know?

Akoya ignored the words of the question, and decided to focus on the feelings behind them.

You don't need to be shy about connecting with him, Hon. So far we really don't have any reason to say you shouldn't... She thought for a moment. Well, aside from you thinking what you know about him would make your dad more afraid than he already is.

Lavender's ears fell back as the words from her note were spoken to her.

Akoya's face grew serious. ...Lav, tell me the truth. Is there anything your dad and I should be afraid of about Nico?

Lav took a second to form the words. Once she was ready, she looked steadily into her mom's eyes.

As he is now, no. I don't think so.

But as he was...

Akoya raised an eyebrow at the hesitation, urging her to go on.

He was made to be a weapon... and... for a while, he lived it... He killed Pokemon and people...

But he changed. He's not like that anymore. Fuji helped him learn what kindness was, and Jovie helped him practice it.

He regrets what he did in the past.

The blue Mew kept her face even as Lavender spoke to her. Her thoughts tumbled in her mind as the little Mewtwo watched her expectantly.

After a while, Akoya sighed and shook her head lightly. I don't think your dad or I will ever have a clear picture of him until we talk to him ourselves.

All I can do for now is take your word for it, Lav. But if you start keeping vital information from us... We may have to put a stop to you connecting with him.

Lavender gave a solemn nod. I understand, Mom. I promise, I'll bring everything to you guys as soon as I can from now on. And I won't tell Nico anything until I get the okay!

Akoya smiled lightly, though her eyes were still thoughtful. She hovered over and gave Lav a kiss on the forehead.

We don't want to control you, though... We know you're your own person, and can make your own decisions... We just want to make sure you know how to make them safely...

I know, Mom. She gently butted her head against Akoya's with a warm smile of her own. I love you.

I love you too, Lav.

The blue Mew floated back from Lav a little bit.

I'm going to check on your dad. I'll be back soon~

Mom, wait.

She stopped and glanced back.

There's one more thing about Nico, that I just learned...

He's in Kanto.

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I never had them talk about it on screen, but Lav did tell Nico that she was planning on coming by herself.

#Linden Roots #writing #BLH #By Lavender's Hand #babbies #mite

[pokemenlovingmen]

Hey there! I didn't see who you write for on your page, so I'll include a couple of characters in case you don't write for one of them.

Can you do a GN or Male!Reader x either Arven or N, please? Just some cuddles and quality time, because I am pretty sure that's what most of us crave!

Thank you!

-First Anon

Ohhh yeah I know what you mean, cuddly fluff is always what I crave! Hopefully people who come for my content have similar interests, lmao. :) I went with a male reader because yknow… these are some guys I have a man crush on.

But yeah!! Cuddles with dudes I have fictional crushes on!! Pokemon gave me a great gift in the form of two fruity dudes with long hair and familial issues who are my age.

cw: child neglect (given who these are about…)

Cuddling Headcanons with a Male Reader for Arven and N

Arven

🥪 — Arven is hesitant with physical affection at first, just because he’s really not used to it. Like what do you mean… you want to put your arms around him because you love him?? Are you okay??

🥪 — Arven’s always been of the mind that acts of service are the only way to win the love of someone from previous experience, after all working so hard at school and home upkeep always earned praise from his mom/dad even if they weren’t there physically.

🥪 — Given you’re both guys, he’s also kinda shy about the relationship at first. Now, Paldea is one of the most queer-accepting regions you could be in, but it’s still, yknow. Not considered “normal”. People might stare, or say something. He’s no doubt in love with you but the potential negative attention scares the shit out of him.

🥪 — But when he does open up? God, he’s the biggest cuddlebug. He tried physical intimacy once and now he’s addicted.

🥪 — You can hold him, he can hold you, he doesn’t care, just being close is enough. If you’re shorter than him, he’ll usually rest his chin on your head and hum happily. If you’re taller than him, he’ll usually bury his face in your chest.

🥪 — Play with his hair and he’ll die a little bit. If you’re able to see his face, he’ll be wearing the biggest and dumbest smile the whole time. It’s best not to mix this with compliments because you WILL kill him.

🥪 — If you’re a weighted blanket enjoyer, you’ll never need one, because he can snap his fingers and suddenly there’s a massive weighted blanket with legs, a tail and a big furry face on top of you both.

🥪 — So as if you didn’t already have the pleasure of cuddling up to such a sweet guy, you also have his huge dog. Nights are never cold when you’re with these guys.

🥪 — He’s lowkey kind of a house husband of a boyfriend and he likes doing things like cooking meals for you, especially surprising you with breakfast, but that can be hard if you guys fell asleep cuddled up to each other. He doesn’t wanna climb out of this :(

🥪 — He’ll just kind of talk and ramble about nothing in particular while you guys snuggle if you let him. How his day was, how Mabosstiff is doing, compliments and things he loves about you, new recipes, funny stories, all that. Sort of comes to a point where even he doesn’t really know what he’s talking about, he’s just sort of talking to talk because he’s not too fond of dead silence.

🥪 — He’s yours, alright. Even if he was nervous about the relationship at first, Arven’s a happy, happy guy. And he’ll take any chance he gets to cuddle up to you.

N

💚 — His relationship with touch is complicated. That and the whole concept of cuddling and just having someone’s weight against him.

💚 — I feel like sleeping at night he switches regularly between “literally the thinnest blanket is a constricting prison” to “this weighted blanket isn’t enough I need to be buried alive”

💚 — So you can only cuddle with him on touch-positive days, but N’s fallen into a good rhythm with you and is very communicative of where his boundaries are at at any given time.

💚 — Pokemon have no concept of sexuality, and no social constructs that dedicate one sexuality as more “acceptable” than the other, so neither does he. Not that he’s the biggest PDA person on earth, but he’s not at all nervous about you two openly being together. Yeah we gay, keep scrolling

💚 — If he’s in the mood for contact while you guys are out and about it’ll usually be while you’re sitting, he likes leaning against you and resting his head on your shoulder. I would say that would make the perfect date, taking him on the ferris wheel on a touch-positive day, but who am I kidding, he’d be too fascinated to rest with you then.

💚 — As one could guess by looking at him, he’s LIGHT. You could pick him up and sling him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, provided you are tall enough to support all his lankiness.

💚 — You can play with his hair if you want, he’ll undo his ponytail for you, but I can’t imagine it’s actually all that soft. Probably pretty coarse and tangled to be honest, given his upbringing, tending to his hair was never a prerogative. If you can’t stand it being a Rattata’s nest, though, he’ll rather contentedly let you brush it—through he might twitch or squirm a bit, just because the feeling of the brush going through his hair is NOT something he’s used to.

💚 — He spooks you from time to time on his touch-negative days, because you can roll over in bed at any given time and find him just. Staring at you. It’s a stare of pure love, but his eyes do have a kind of naturally vacant look that’s startling at first. Baby you have the haunting thousand-yard-stare of a possessed victorian child

💚 — When he is in the mood for cuddles, he really likes them at night before bed. Specifically right after you shower, because he loves the smell of your shampoo still lingering on your hair. It’s just so completely… you. And he loves that.

💚 — Fall asleep cuddling him and he will become a limp corpse though. An actual ragdoll. Don’t toss and turn too hard or you’ll break him. He’s fragile. And by that I mean if you roll over onto one of his arms he will be stuck there.

💚 — He’ll also chatter on endlessly if you let him, but unlike the sandwich man above, he can be a little harder to understand because he both talks super fast and lays out his words the same as he does his thoughts, which are hard for people other than him to understand. But he knows this, and he’s just happy that you listen, even if you don’t get all of it. And he’s happy to be able to talk, to be heard, to just… say things and not have them carry the weight of the world when he does. Normal conversation is a beautiful treat to him. Oftentimes he’ll talk himself right to sleep, but between being in your arms and getting to speak his mind on all these simple things, he sleeps really easy when he does drift off.

#pokemon x reader #n x reader #n harmonia x reader #pokemon n x reader #arven x reader #arven x male reader #n x male reader #1️⃣

[arvensimp]

I'm so glad you wrote NSFW! Would I be able to get HC or a scenario where Arven has his first time with a female s/o? How would he be, is he nervous, does he ease her nervousness? I wanna know what he's like as a lover, I'm guessing gentle and soft but you never know lol ♥️

So! I definitely want to break this down a bit, if that's alright? I'm giving you three different kinds of first times with a female girlfriend, and i hope you'll like it that way? This definitely turned out waayyyyyy fuckin longer than intended lmfao

First Time(s)

Arven x female/fem reader

Nsfw content of course, fingering, oral (fem receiving), vaginal intercourse

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Arven doesn't strike one as the sort who has a fling and quits. Especially not for his first girlfriend. He's been alone for too long to find intimacy like that just to quickly throw it away.

So he has many firsts.

Sure, you've had kisses across the whole region, soft pecks on the cheeks, foreheads, hands, and mouths (he especially likes those), but getting to explore you with his hands was a very new experience.

His first time touching you intimately is actually kind of unplanned and happens in sort of a weird place. Geographically speaking.

You were back in area zero on a research request from Jacq. Arven had insisted on coming along with you as backup. While he was 100% aware that you didn't need any help looking after yourself, he still worried about his "most treasured" person being down there all alone. You don't blame him after what he's gone through, so you figure safety in numbers won't hurt.

You spend the day working on researching the paradox pokemon in the area, collecting samples to bring back to Jacq as you can, and Arven watches you in awe. Sure you were amazing the first time you'd come down here together when the professor had asked, but even then you'd needed the back up. This time though?

It was clear you were leagues and scores ahead of him, and he was so thoroughly impressed and infatuated with your ability.

That night back in one of the old research centers, which you had decently cleaned and made more or less habitable for your stay, you got cozied up together.

Arven sings your praises into your skin that night. "You were amazing out there. A real master, ya know?" He says between kisses at your throat. You're beneath him on top of plush sleeping bags above the newly cleaned cot, which was surprisingly roomy enough for the both of you.

One of his palms eases up your loose fitting sleep shirt, squeezing your breast tentatively. This part is still new ground to him, but he definitely loves it. Both the feel of its warm softness in his hand, and your reaction: a soft gasp then a grind that doesn't quite ease the ache building at your core. The way he's positioned himself above you, pinning you down, doesn't give you much to work with.

"Haha, my little treasure..." A kiss. "So cute..." Another. "You're so tough and big out there, but here?" One more. "I've got you here..." It's more loving than possessive the way he says it, diving back down to kiss and nip where your ear meets your neck.

"P-please... Arven, c-c'mon and touch me already!" You beg, legs splayed, grinding basically to the air.

He sits up as if he were shocked, and if you were paying attention you'd see how he goes red beneath his adorable curtain of hair that blocks half his face.

"Uh... R-really?"

"Mhmm!" You whine, sounding so hopelessly needy he feels like just entered some kind of video he'd watched as a teenager.

He swallows. "O-Okay... I-I've just...uh... Well..." He places a nervous palm on your inner thigh, and you move happily to his touch. "You tell me what...to, uh...to do." He clears his throat softly. "I mean. What you'd like. Okay? A-and tell me if you need me to stop."

"Mmm..." You wiggle your hips and furrow your brow, getting impatient. "I promise, just..." You hook your thumbs under the band of your sleep shorts and underwear, moving your legs around Arven so you can slip off your bottoms, then sit up so you can get your top off as well.

When you lay back down, completely exposed, your legs are now to one side of your boyfriend. "O-Okay..." He mumbles, and you're not sure if it's to himself or to you, but he starts to scoot to move between your legs, and oh...

It does feel strange to show that part of yourself to someone for the very first time. You resist the urge to childishly cover yourself with your hands as you open your legs fully to him, but damn if you don't want to hide your face with your arms.

Arven, meanwhile, seems transfixed by the sight of your core. His eyes are wide, and he's red as a tamato berry You can only handle his deafening silence for a moment before you wriggle and shift to close your legs and hide yourself. "S-sorry. This was d-"

"N-no!" Arven puts a gentle hand on your knee to stop you. "I'm sorry! I-I got...uh, distracted...y-you... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Can we keep going?"

You feel a weight you didn't know was even there lift from your shoulders. "Uh...Y-yeah..." You nod.

Arven leans down to kiss you again, focusing on your neck while the hand on your knee gently guides it back down to the cot. Once there, his hands nervously crawl up your thigh, and you can feel his fingers quake just a bit at the apex where your legs meet your center. You grind into his hand and give a small groan of anticipation to ease him on.

"Okay," He seems to answer you, pulling his face away from your neck to gauge your reactions while his trembling hand moves to cup your warmth. You hum and move your hips against him for friction, and he can't help but smile at your neediness. He's in awe at how physically hot you are, just from him touching you like this. Tentatively, he moves to slip his middle finger between your folds.

"Y-You're so wet..." He marvels at how easily it slides through. You waste no time at all, grinding against the digit, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get some friction against your clit.

When you do, you cry out your satisfaction and make quick work of continuing the motion, basically humping against his hand while he watches you, utterly dumbfounded and infatuated. He tries to catch onto your movements and rub tight circles around the engorged nub. The motion on his part makes you still as best you can so as not to mess up his ministrations and throw off your mounting orgasm.

"God, you're so needy..." He mumbles in a happily teasing way before leaning down to kiss at your jawbone. The sounds you're making, and the feel of your iron hot wetness are enough to drive him up the wall, but he can be patient. This is worth it.

When you eventually cum loudly and wetly all over his fingers, Arven doesn't know what he's brought you to; he's happy to just keep having you make stupid horny sounds while your hips buck beneath him involuntarily. He could get drunk on the sight, sound, and smell of it all. It takes your firm hand on his wrist and a breathy, whiny, "S-s-sl...slow.....please...." For him to jerk his hand away.

"A-are you alright?!" He asks, as if your winded state was an indicator that you'd been hurt. "I-I'm sorry, I got lost in...in it...a-and--"

"S'good..." You interrupt with a tired grin. "Jus'...jus'...give me...like? 10 seconds? Oversensitive..."

Arven's eyes go dinner plate-wide. "Did-...Did you? Did I?"

You nod, taking his hand and leading it back to where it had just been between your open legs. "Can you keep going? It's really good."

Arven seems to swell a bit with pride (as if he could get anymore swollen down there). "S-sure! If that's what you want! Just tell me what to do."

Already worked up, it doesn't take much to work a few more orgasms out of you in quick succession before you slow his hand with another request. "C...can you maybe...maybe uh...go inside...?" Your voice gets small as you finish the question.

"Y-yeah! Absolutely! Just. Uh..." Arven's fingers gently glide from where they'd been rubbing circles around your quaking clit, downward to you eagerly waiting entrance. You buck your hips in anticipation as his middle finger alone teases just along the edge. "...There?" And he's got to be kidding because he can see your wanton reaction and how you're grinding against his single digit, willing him to go inside and finger fuck you.

You only whine in near satisfaction. "Please..."

That seems to be enough for him because he plunges his long middle digit into you, and you cry out, arching your back and grinding your hips in a stuttery way without meaning to. Arven meanwhile seems to short circuit at this first exceedingly intimate feeling. His hand falters and you're left to grind mindlessly against him while he reboots.

"Y-You're so tight..." He says as he eventually starts picking up the pace to move his hand along with you. "S-so warm, too..." And you're not sure if he's saying it to himself or to you directly.

"H-How...how can you be this wet? Just from this?" He asks, and as he does so, he twists his wrist in a way such that his finger inside you can rub up against a deliciously sweet spot while his thumb can go back to rubbing against your clit.

Between your previous orgasms and his new ministrations, your vision goes white for a moment as you cum again almost immediately, clenching like a vice around his finger.

You sigh happily as your body relaxes back to contentedness. "That was wonderful..." You hum, eyes still closed. "Thank you, Arven..." You roll over a bit and place a hand on his still-clothed thigh. "Can I....?" You peak open an eye to look at your boyfriend, and he's sitting up ram-rod straight, a bright red blush dusting his features.

"Uh. N-no. I'm good. I need to. Uh. Go. Wash up. Be right back."

And before you can look down or question him, he's darted off to the makeshift washroom.

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From there, Arven only gets better at servicing you with his hands. The fine chef that he is though, he soon starts to want to try new things. Things with his mouth.

It starts off as one of those jokes that he makes to gauge interest.

"Wow, you're so wet like this, I bet I could just drink from you,"

And you giggled and shut your legs, embarrassed (and maybe turned on?) But not willing to admit it, so he let it go that night.

Then he casually mentioned how delicious you look down there.

"I could eat you out like a man starved. I really could."

"Arven!!!" You once again blushed and brought your knees together, but you couldn't deny how earnest he sounded saying it.

It took him finally just coming out and asking you one day as he teased you.

"Think you'll let me eat you out today? Pretty please with whipped cream and pecha berries on top?"

You're splayed out for him, stuttering and whimpering and coming down from another orgasm when he asks this time.

"Ha....a-are you sure?" You ask, feeling a bit self conscious.

"My dearest treasure," He confesses, bringing one of your hands to his mouth for a kiss. "I've wanted to taste you since I first saw how wet you made my fingers that day."

"O-oh..." You swallow. "O-Okay then..."

He kisses your temple.

"Thank you. Just tell me if you want me to stop. ...O-Or if I should do something else."

Then he scoots down to your belly button and start kissing a solid line from there to your inner thigh.

His soft hair tickles while the stubble of his shaved face scratches just a bit in a very satisfying way.

You'd already cum twice on his fingers tonight, so you know you're wet, but you aren't prepared for the soft squelching sound your pussy makes as he parts your lips with his fingers, exposing you so very intimately to him. You can't help but whimper. Your legs move of their own accord to draw closed, but with his broad shoulders in the way, they can't.

"You're beautiful..." He says with breathless awe, his head lolling to one side to rest on your thigh as he looks at your core. He pauses there for a moment that feels like a lifetime before he delves in, licking a stripe up the length of you. The heat of his mouth gives you a whole body shiver, and you choke out a gasp.

"A-Arven!"

He looks up, and even in the dim light, you can see that his chin is wet. It makes your head spin.

"Hm? Is that okay?"

Your head falls back on the pillow. "Y-Yeah... K-keep going."

He hums again, eyeing your pussy up and down before latching onto your clit with his lips and gently sucking. The fingers that were spreading you apart for him slowly sink into you, pumping in and out in a slow rhythm that has you choking out broken moans of his name.

He's relishing every sound and movement you make for him, humming his delight onto your clit, which has you nearly cumming all over again, but he pulls away too soon, and suddenly your whole pussy which had just felt so warm with all of him has gone cold.

"I wanna try one other thing. Is that okay?"

You're nearly drunk on the need to cum again at this point, so you nod your assent with fists clenched in the sheets. "Pl-please, Arven! Just let me cum for you!"

"I want it just as bad as you do, don't worry..." He says with a smile in his voice, as he lowers himself back to your cunt. This time rather than let his mouth latch onto your clit, it goes just the tiniest bit further south, allowing his tongue to probe your pussy. At this angle, his nose is also able to press delightfully against the engorged button of your clit, stimulating you in two ways at once while he drinks from you, as he'd promised, like a man starved.

You're so lost in the throes of ecstasy that you can't bring yourself to be embarrassed over the slurping sounds he makes as he tongue fucks you.

To help improve the angle though, Arven hitches your thighs over his shoulders, and as you cum, you end up squeezing his face just a bit more forcefully than you would have intended otherwise.

When you come down from the high, Arven is laughing at you, fully delighted at the fuck-drunk look on your face.

"I-I could've killed you!" You meekly retort to his laughter.

"What a helluva way to go that'd be though, right?" He says, plopping down next to you.

--

For all the fooling around you two had done, you still hadn't gone all the way yet.

It wasn't really about the whole notion of protecting the sanctity of virginity or some tauroshit like that. Genuinely.

Arven was just still kinda nervous.

He likes you. Like, a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Probably loves. Maybe definitely, even.

And he knows he's good at making you feel good with his mouth and his hands. That's not a problem.

But... What if...what if he isn't good...with it?

First of all, he's felt you. Again. A lot. He knows very intimately how tight you are. What if...what if he doesn't fit? Like, he doesn't want to toot his horn (heh), he's not saying he's huge or something, but his dick is definitely thicker than his fingers. He's checked. And he really doesn't want to fuck up and hurt his favorite person.

Beyond that, even if he does fit, (which logically, yeah sure he should, but even still, the panic is kinda there), what if he can't last? Like, fuck, he came in his pants like some sad teenager back when he'd first made you cum. How embarrassing would it be to do that again?

None of this is helped by the fact that thinking about each of those things only makes the problem worse.

So, it's up to you to start the conversation.

You've got Arven at your place one evening between gigs as a champion and an intern researcher. After Arven has very thoroughly taken care of you in the bedroom and before you go to take care of him, you ask.

"Would...would you want to maybe...go all the way tonight?"

Fuck, you'd wanted to sound sexy, but that just sounded sorta hesitant.

Arven swallows, looking your naked form up and down. "I...I do. I want to, I mean... But...are you sure? A...are you ready? Are we ready?"

You sit up and take his hands in yours, making sure to look him in the eye as you speak. "I'm ready when you are. That said, there's absolutely no rush on my end. Please don't feel any sort of pressure on my behalf. We can keep going at whatever pace makes you comfortable; just know that if, and when, you want to go further, I'm on board."

Arven looks at you, then down to your joined hands for a moment.

He squeezes them.

"Okay." He nods.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Now?"

"Uh..."

"Uh...?"

"Do...do you have any condoms?"

"...Fuck." You scramble for a moment, trying to think if you ever grabbed any from the nurse's office back before you were graduated from the academy because you know you've definitely never bought a box. Even then, those things expire. "I...don't..."

"I...might have some? Hold on." Arven gets up and heads out of your bedroom, stark naked.

It takes a few minutes, but he eventually returns with a little foil packet in hand. "It's not expired either. I double checked." You can also tell he took a moment to get himself hard again, and he looks just stunning.

"Perfect! So...how should we do this?"

"Like, position?"

"Yeah."

"Um.... I wanna be able to see you."

"Me too..."

Arven thinks for a moment before deciding. "Just...lay back down, okay?"

You do as he asks, and Arven moves to hover over you on the bed, condom still in hand.

"Okay..." He seems to say half to himself as he tears open the package and takes the rubber out.

You watch him for a moment as he rolls it down his length.

"Is that something you practiced before now?" You ask on a whim, trying to be light hearted.

Arven gives you an odd look, raising an eyebrow and quirking his mouth into a half confused smirk.

"Well...y-yeah? It's important to be safe?"

"Just curious..." You say, leaning your head back. "It's not something I ever put much thought into in my experience... I'm glad you did though."

He leans down and kisses you lightly. "Of course..." He brushes a lock of hair out of your face. "Just...tell me if you need me to stop. At all. For any reason. Okay?"

You reach up and cup his cheek in your hand. "Always. And same to you, ya know? If you want to stop at any time, we absolutely can."

Arven nods then kisses you again. When he pulls away, he strokes his covered length a few times before bringing it to your folds. He grinds against you a few times, purposefully trying to gather your wetness along the rubber before it enters you. The sensation makes you both shudder.

He exhales as he lines up his cock. "A...are you ready?"

You nod.

Arven moves painfully slowly as he enters you, but he pauses halfway, groaning. "Relax, p-please... Too tight..."

"Ah, s-sorry..." You reply, releasing a shuddering breath that you hadn't realized you were holding. "B-better?"

"Mhmm..." Arven nods as he continues pushing his way in until he's fully sheathed within you, at which point he drops his head to your shoulder.

You reach up and pet the hair at the nape of his neck. He's delightfully filling, and while it stings just a bit, he really did prepare you so well for this.

"You okay?" You ask.

"I-I..." He chokes as he nods into your shoulder. "I need a second... Please d-don't move..."

"Okay," You reply, continuing your soft ministrations with his hair, twirling it gently in your fingers.

"Y-You're so good...so t-tight..." He mumbles into your shoulder after a few moments, his hips slowly pulling back from yours.

The drag feels wonderful, and you match the motion as best you can. "You feel amazing too," You whisper into his skin.

It takes very little time for Arven to start fucking you in earnest from there, and he thanks every single one of his lucky stars for the condom and the idea that it maybe dulled the sensation for him (placebo effect or otherwise) because he's pretty sure if he'd tried to go in without it he would have cum halfway through the first stroke.

Far too soon than he'd care to admit (but still a worthy effort!) he shudders and comes to a stop above you, groaning sinfully before his shaking arms give out and he collapses, sweaty and glorious on top of you.

You, for your part, are still entirely blissed out from being fucked, and are happy to scratch loving and happy circles into his back.

"Good?"

"Good..."

#arven fanfic #arven x female reader #arven x reader

[jjtheclown555]

Charles Chois Unreliable Assistant

tw. fighting, cursing (there's nothing here that's not in lookism)

content. reader is a highly skilled high school student that just wants to live. unfortunately, charles choi wants someone of her strength and intelligence to work for him.

pairings. none, reader is in high school

word count. 1.7k

a/n. im gonna continue this, please enjoy what here so far

You really weren't expecting this. Two men who had heard about your fighting prowess came at you with no warning. One had demonic eyes and the other blonde hair and soon-to-be broken glasses. They were both dripping with expensive brands from head to toe. People like them pissed you off.

All you wanted was to get home. You had already had a long enough day at school and you just wanted to finish the short commute back home. Instead, you were interrupted by these men with a challenge. They both immediately came at your tired self and within minutes—using the anger you felt from them interrupting the best part of the song you had been blasting in your headphones—took them down with barely a scratch on you.

While they lay on the ground, you begin to walk off. You didn't hurt them too badly, just enough to be left alone. But, as you look at them both waiting at the front gates of your school, you partially wish you had hospitalized them.

You cut him off. "Don't care, go away." You leave, walking to the train station as the pair follow closely behind. "I said, 'go away,' assholes." You say, a glare across your features while you sit on a bench and wait for your train.

"Join HNH." The dark-haired man says again, the blonde snickering beside him.

"No." You say flatly, getting up when your train pulls into the station. You leave them and they don't bother stopping you. The next day is the same, only this time they ask you to get in their car.

Of course, you refuse, not interested in the possibility of kidnapping. The next day is the same. And so is the day after. Each day they show up until you're fed up and go with them, giving it a chance to get them to finally leave you be.

It doesn't work. Their boss is just like them, refusing to take no for an answer. You say no over and over. You don't care if he says you'll only have to fight on occasion and in the meantime you'll mostly be doing menial work for him and pose as his assistant. You don't care if he says it'll be easy and it'll mostly be simple paperwork. You don't care when he claims you'll get to fight strong opponents on occasion—fighting hasn't been particularly fun for you in years after you were able to take down just about any number of strong people. What does peak your interest, however, is when he brings up the salary. Over ten million won a month to sit in an office and fight the occasional gangster? What a rich sucker. You can count yourself in.

The blonde, who was now introduced to you as Goo, laughs. Through his laughter he says, "You should've just started with the money!" You couldn't agree more.

About a week later and Chairman Choi still hasn't called you into work. You aren't complaining. You get the same amount of money either way. Though, you are complaining when you're in class, trying not to zone out as your teacher drones on about whatever formula, and the blonde man arrives. He interrupts the lesson, pulling you out while the teacher screams at him.

You barely manage to grab your backpack before he drags you out of class, through the hallways and into his car. "It's your first day, aren't you excited!" Goo shouts, beginning the drive.

"Not particularly," you mumble, rummaging through the bag on your lap. You pull out your DS, setting it up to play. You go quiet with the occasional remark on something interesting that happened.

Goo takes glances over at you. After a few minutes—and you screaming because your Snivy fainted—he asks, "What are you playing?"

"Pokemon Black/White." You say, having your Munna put your opponent to sleep. "Pokemon is like my favourite thing, I know everything about it, it's so much more fun than all the fighting you guys do..." You smile when you win your battle, cheering yourself on.

Goo makes a turn while he double-takes. "You don't find fighting fun?" You shrug. "Like, at all?" You shrug again. "How? You're so strong and you just-"

You cut him off, "It's too easy." You say looking up as he turns into the parking lot. "I've been able to beat pretty much any amount of people at any level of strength since I was twelve. It's just boring." He still struggles to understand, trying to form a sentence. You just giggle, "Don't worry, bubs, you'll get to where I am someday."

You skip right past Goo and into the building, attempting to remember where Charles' office was on your own. On the way, however, you get very much lost and accidentally run into a man with dyed pink-hair. You can't figure out where you recognize him from, but you're certain you've seen him somewhere.

"I'm so sorry, mister!" You shout, bowing at him. "I got lost trying to find the chairman's office! This place is just so big and I wasn't paying attention, I am so sorry!" He brushes it off and smiles, saying he can help you there since it’s where he was headed anyways. You thank him and you both walk down to the office quietly as you ponder where you recognize him from. Then it hits you. “You’re that popstar! Uhm, what was your name again…” You shout the first bit, humming the second as you try to remember.

He just smiles a bit, “It’s DG.” You nod along, finally losing that itch in your brain about him. “It’s not often that I’m that unrecognizable.” He laughs a little to himself. You just shrug it off, saying you just don’t really like his music.

You catch yourself, all your energy returning in an instant. “Oh! I’m so sorry! Your music isn’t bad, it’s just not my personal taste! Like you have great vocals and lyrics and stuff, I just prefer other stuff and-” He cuts you off with a full on laugh. He surprises himself with it, not usually finding this much entertainment in people.

He lets you know that it’s okay, that he understands, and directs you towards Charles Choi’s office. He walks in behind you as you shout. “What the hell, old man? I was in class!”

The chairman looks at you and then DG. “I see you two have met.”

“Really? Are you sure?” You ask, sarcasm dripping off your tongue. “Now answer the question! What the actual hell?” Your arms cross when he just runs through what you need to do today. He says you need to take calls, arrange meetings, do paperwork, and so on. “Okay, well half of that sounds like something a secretary should do.”

“Ten million won.” He says and your attitude immediately changes, saying you’ll get right on it. All you see as you leave to your own desk is the popstar taking a seat in front of the chairman. You’re curious but not enough to pry.

You sit at the desk, smoothing it over and pulling out your device to return to your game. It only takes a few minutes for a call to come in. It interrupts the scene you were in and you groan before picking it up, immediately switching into a cheery tone. “Hello, Chairman Choi’s assistant speaking. How may I help you?” It’s someone from another company. A rival company, you think. They request a meeting with Charles Choi. You pretend to ruffle through papers before saying. “His next availability is November 31st. Will that work for you?”

They don’t even question it, positive that it’ll work out. You restrain yourself from snickering while telling the caller to have a nice day. Unfortunately, when they hang up, your laugh falls out full force and while walking by, Gun can’t help but question it. You brush him off, returning to your game, beginning to enjoy your job.

What you’ve written on the papers is nonsensical, too. It’s written perfectly so that the chairman wouldn’t question it until he really thought it over. You are so good at bullshiting the entire day that by the end, Charles Choi praised you for being so efficient that you could do all this work and still have breaks to enjoy your time. Thanking him, you head home, fully aware that within the week, that praise will turn to criticism.

It’s not like you mind. You humiliated yourself in front of a famous singer and, even better, might have made a friend. It’s dubious, but Goo did ask for your number and text you things such as, “Can he please shut the fuck up?” whenever Gun spoke. So, it may be a budding friendship.

The next morning, a weekend, your one time to get a reasonable amount of sleep, you see multiple texts from Goo telling you that you have to come in. You groan and get out of bed, almost slamming your head against the nearest wall.

Goo manages to boost your mood just a little when he sends one more message. “I wanna play a fun little game on Gun.” Brushing your teeth, you ask him what it is and the three dots appear for a minute until. “We see who can annoy him the most by the end of the day. I already set up a points system. Winner gets a free shopping trip and dinner from the loser.”

You make the bet, confident in your abilities. I mean, you do annoy your parents daily. How hard could it be? You look over the list.

Gritting teeth, 10 points.

Clenching fists, 15 points.

Leaving the room to calm down, 100 points.

The list goes on but the one that piques you interest is your goal. It’s for 1000 points, effectively securing a win. Getting Gun to start a fight with you in the building. You know even Goo hasn’t achieved this one, given the fact that Gun always keeps his professionalism in the workplace. But, on your second day of work, what’s better that making the impossible, possible?

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #goo kim #gun park #lookism fic #lookism imagines #gun lookism #lookism jonggun #lookism gun #goo lookism #lookism goo #dg #dg lookism #lookism dg #charles choi #lookism charles choi #charles choi lookism #kim joongoo #lookism joongoo #park jonggun

[arvoze]

[3/3] HHNFLARTAS - what's done is done

hell hath no fury like a rescue team association scorned not a fic or anything, i just ramble a lot about my pmd ocs in a digestible format that's more or less that kind of content. random yearly event for rescue teams. covers no more than like, one week of VV content

[ 1 / 2 / X ]

the rescue team association #1, again

there comes a point where it gets complicated. the RTA can't let you pass just because you completed their challenges -- you could cheat to win, and that wouldn't be reliable, after all. there's a million and one technicalities to consider.

yes, keith's team saved the rescue, who came back safe and unharmed. they also secured the item at the end of the dungeon. so what gives?

you never split the team. the rescue takes priority.

but they did the rescue. does it really matter? you can't just go off of stuff like this. there's specifics to it. it's a case-by-case basis.

both parties are right, in their own way. it's not a black and white case.

..

in the RTA's defense, they aren't wrong. you've got to consider how their actions would come across out of context.

a rescue has been secured. a member has split from their team, taking the rescue with them.

they split from the team. this puts them in immediate danger. they also have the rescue with them, so they're endangering the rescue as well.

if the solo member is incapacitated, the rescue is at incredible risk. the member is also at risk.

team splits can cause multiple problems to arise at once. it may also be seen as a disagreement.

extreme measures had to be taken to ensure the remaining members completed their goal.

the usage of a flood orb is not commonplace. team inventory will not always have this item available. it cannot be considered a reliable solution to a problem.

relying entirely on one item makes you a liability. it can be considered an easy way out.

the monster house was not fully defeated, simply temporarily disposed of. if the orb failed to work, the team would not have survived.

if the rescue was there, they could have been swept up in the confusion.

their general behaviour may be seen as too immature and unreliable.

this only checks out if they're monitored during their dungeon run. the three have a lot of chemistry with eachother, and have a lot of banter together. when you're unaware of how they talk to eachother, it can be seen as constant bickering and arguing.

regardless of how seriously they take the job when it's required (since they don't really like to be tense the whole way through), they have lapses of silliness and tomfoolery. this is because the RTA is incredibly boring and hate fun.

they barely even survived. let's be honest.

this is self-explanatory.

the rescue team association #2

in the defence of keith's team, you'd have to consider the following:

a rescue has been secured. mike has split from the team, taking the rescue with him.

he split from the team, a mutual agreement between all three members. they decided that this was the best way to get the rescue to safety. mike is strong and fast enough to get the rescue out of the dungeon with his remaining energy.

mike didn't become incapacitated. and if he was close to such, he can take matters into his own hands to really save his skin, and, more importantly, the rescue.

there was no disagreement, and mike was going backwards. he wasn't taking any new paths and discovering new things/triggering events. he was simply backtracking, taking the safest routes.

the rescue plant, an undetermined pokemon of undetermined rescue knowledge, agrees that this was the best decision to make given the circumstances.

extreme measures had to be taken to ensure keith's team could complete their goal.

this is because luwel prepared for the worst. when you plan for a rescue, you already know what kind of environment to expect, so you prepare thusly; this is no different. if it were a real job, and keith's team were the only pokemon available, it would be the exact same -- luwel would prepare the very same items as he did for this adventure.

they had the flood orb, which meant it was available to them at the time. a problem was predicted, planned for, and then solved. this is how it should be.

keith's team did not rely on a singular item. instead, luwel took the time into planning out the right items to carry with them, getting a rough estimate on the dungeon size and how difficult the job would be. to say the item is the sole reason they survived is to completely undermine luwel's ability to plan ahead.

a monster house does not have to be defeated in order for either goal to be met. if a third task was to defeat a monster house, then this would apply. but this was not the case, so it does not.

the rescue would have been accounted for. keith's team will make quick decisions, but they will never forgo the rescue to make them. the rescue, had they been present in the room at the time of the orb's use, would have been given a heads-up, and the team would take the initiative to keep the rescue safe before using the orb. additionally, the rescue was not even there at the time.

keith's team communicate with eachother frequently, including having light conversation, as well as constructive discussions about eachother.

sorry that you're too unfamiliar with a good relationship to understand their dynamic. the rescue would state that despite the circumstances, they did feel that keith's team had great communication. this is a non-issue, and exists just to make the cause for failure bigger than it actually was.

there's a lot of back-and-forths. guildmaster rime is not happy with the results.

the rescue team association #3

truth be told, there's… really not a lot that the team can do about the situation. what's done is done. they can fight their case if they really wanted to, but it's just resources wasted. as far as they're aware, at least.

guildmaster rime has always been in keith's team's ballpark. hell, keith is like a son to him, he is a son to him -- keith's going to inherit his guild, for goodness sakes! how can rime be succeeded by someone who failed the master trials for no real good reason? it won't do. it just won't do. the guildmaster is typically in agreement with the RTA when it comes to grading, as a seasoned explorer himself -- but to not consider keith's case? to fault them on technicalities alone? it's not right. it isn't fucking right. he'll do something about it. or at least, try to.

as a guildmaster, rime has some form of contact with the RTA. it's a required system in order to have a guild be truly recognised in the world, and additionally mandatory for any teams to earn ranking points. he drops a line of inquiry into the guild's connection orb, but there's been no response for several days. despite his grievances with the system, rime knows better than to push.

..

the boys have already forgotten about it, for the most part. they're discouraged, but they know in their hearts what they truly are: a good team who did the right thing. keith tries to distract himself by ranting and raving about the process of getting another flood orb. luwel's been trying to distract himself by writing up varying arguments to plead their case, which isn't really a distraction at all. mike is… unbothered. he cares, but doesn't have enough faith in the system, and settles more on the idea of "we know our truth and that's that, if they can't see it that's on them". every time luwel brings up a possible counter-point, mike gives him a thwap on the head. "best to keep it to yourself," mike says. "i dunno if keith can take it".

they cross paths with team PB&J occasionally, who, against all odds, ranked in the top 100. keith would say it was a total fluke that they did, and truthfully, he's right. it pisses him off further.

..

it's been about a week. the RTA responded to rime, after sending a rotom drone or two out to survey the boys. none of them noticed. nothing really fun or exciting to report on. the drones were simply just monitoring their day-to-day, to see how they've decided to take the results. it's invasive, and certainly not something they consented to, but the RTA can do whatever they want if you more or less work for them. thankfully, they do not find luwel's musings, as he gave up before the first surveillance.

rime's call is short-lived. there's not much to say, according to the RTA. the final findings were, essentially, "agree to disagree". they'd argued that because the case wasn't black and white, a true, rightful verdict couldn't be settled on; this uncertainty meant it was safer to fail keith's team than it was to pass them.

nobody had the desire to combat the RTA of all people about the decision any further. failing due to just barely missing the mark was better than failing due to sheer ineptitude, which lead to some sort of small victory for the team in the end. at least we aren't total failures, i guess, keith would think to himself.

not that they'd expected things to go their way. they knew that by now.

..

end.

#tagging for archival purpoes #pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #my art #keith #luwel #mike #ok and thats that. maybe ill write up another big thing one day . #everything else is just incoherent discord ramblings #these are the only things ive drawn recently btw LOLLL thats ok. i didnt really put any thought into them #i have no commentary to give. i wish this was all written a little better since its literally just #me rambling coherently so it's not written in a descriptive way #and makes the assumption that you know who's who & a lot of stuff beforehand #there wasnt even a title for this one LOL #sorry i do really boring endings sometimes. its bc my guys dont get through stuff all the time

[vulture-writes-stuff]

i love to imagine balls or formal dances at the pokémon scarlet and violet academies - like the purple/orange themes and the pokémon aaaaa

can i pretty please get an arven x reader (gn! - but preferably wearing a floor length dress?) either hcs or a fic of him being your date to the dance? maybe a bit of nsfw/suggestive content in between or after the dance?? i ADORE all your arven work btw <3

Oh man I've been low-key thinking about a prom thing for the academy... Mainly because I came across my prom pics and I remembered how slick I looked in that suit and how amazing my GF looked. She bought ME flowers can you believe it it was so amazing

Sorry this took ages I'm a very lazy man. Also, in an effort to keep this as gender neutral as possible, I didn't explicitly describe the reader's outfit. I left it up to your imagination though!!!

As a small apology for not putting the reader in a gown, I drew the friend group in their outfits for this. Can find that right here on my main blog!

Arven X GN Reader

The academy hosts a yearly ball, and champions have to participate. Unfortunately for Arven, his partner is a Champion, and forced him to come. He's not one for big social gatherings, but at least they're there to make it easier...

Reader is the SV protagonist, and is 18+. Same with Arven. Reader's appearance is left vague, and they have a Skeledirge. Reader is mentioned to be wearing something in their favorite color, and also mentions feeling overdressed at one point. Their clothing is not described other than that. Arven's outfit is explicitly described though.

Author's note: An interaction between Arven and the Champ gets a little spicy, but there's nothing explicit. Just wandering hands and making out. Not a smut, but just be aware of that!! Also background Penny/Nemona because I love them.

🚨⚠️ CONTAINS MAJOR SV SPOILERS!!! ⚠️🚨

Arven had never been a fan of big gatherings. Too many people clumped together in one place, too much noise and clamor. It always overloaded his brain.

Today, though, he was putting that distaste aside for ____. The Academy was hosting a formal ball of sorts for it's students, and attendance was mandatory for the two Champion representatives. ____ was less than thrilled about this news, and had basically begged Arven to come with them.

What kind of boyfriend would he have been if he declined?

Arven was currently standing in front of the mirror in his dorm, anxiously fixing his lilac blazer. He owned a grand total of one formal outfit, and he worried over whether or not it suited him. He'd tied his hair up at ____'s request, though he was concerned the hairtie he'd used would snap.

"What do you think, Mabosstiff? Is this- nice enough? Fancy enough?" He asked his buddy without really thinking, looking at the Pokemon through the mirror. Mabosstiff lifted his head, tail thumping against the floor.

"Wuff!" He barked helpfully, standing up to trundle up to Arven. The trainer gave him a worried pat on the head, sighing mournfully.

"Thanks, bud... I am in way over my head." Arven huffed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He perked up when he heard a knock at the door, adjusting his jacket one more time before hustling to open it.

____ looked about as anxious as he was, continually fixing their hair even if it already looked nice.

"Oh- H-Hey." They cleared their throat, rubbing the back of their neck. "You look good with your hair up like that. Not that you don't always look good, but... It's nice to see both of your eyes."

"Thanks!" Arven mindlessly tried to hook his thumbs in pockets that weren't there. ____ was wearing an outfit that suited them perfectly, in a color he knew was their favorite - they looked absolutely stunning. He probably could've just stood there and stared for the rest of the night. "You- you look incredible. I mean that, by the way."

"Oh, you. I feel so overdressed, it's ridiculous..." ____'s tension seemed to die as they laughed, walking forward to wrap him in a tight hug he happily returned. "...I'm really nervous. I have to give a whole speech, and I am not looking forward to it."

"You'll do amazing, I know you will." He reassured them, pressing a feather-light kiss to their forehead. "You always do amazing."

____ sighed, lingering on the spot for a few moments longer before they released Arven. Their arm was still looped in his, though, keeping him close to them.

"Alright, I'm ready as I'll ever be. Let's go find Penny and Nemona." They sighed. Arven gave them a final reassuring squeeze before they went off together.

The Academy's halls were oddly empty, considering how many students it had - it seemed most had already flocked down to where the event was taking place. There were a few stragglers here and there, mostly students waiting to meet up with their friends.

"Nemona said she's in the plaza already... Damn, that probably means we have to do our big speeches soon." ____ huffed, nervously scrolling through their texts. "Oh, man... You know how I said I was ready earlier? I'm not. I'm definitely not. What if I stutter and screw up, or I lose my train of thought? This is in front of *everyone*!"

"Hey, hey, you'll be alright. You can handle anything - you saved the entire region from an ecological disaster. You ride around on the back of a legendary pokemon, and you caught pokemon that are complete enigmas AND made them your friends!" Arven paused to grab their face, squishing their cheeks in his palms. "One speech won't hurt you. It doesn't matter if you stutter or lose your train of thought, or forget what you wanted to say entirely. You are absolutely incredible."

The two trainers were silent for a long moment, before ____ sniffled. Arven panicked.

"Oh, I didn't mean to make you cry- please don't cry, I'm sorry!!" He wrapped them up in a hug, one they reciprocated shakily.

"You're too good to me!" ____ exclaimed dramatically, burying their face in his chest. "Ohhh, I don't mean to get so emotional!"

"Deep breaths, just settle... In and out." Arven ran a hand down their back in an attempt to soothe them. They went quiet after a minute or so, wiping away at their eyes.

"Okay, I'm okay. I'm alright." ____ seemed to be assuring themselves more than Arven, which he thought was a smart choice. He continued to hold them even after they made to pull away, keeping an arm around their shoulders. "I've got this. All I've gotta do is- is talk about how the Academy helped me."

"You can do it. If not for me, do it for Mabosstiff." Arven joked lightly, and ____ laughed along.

"Right. Do it for Mabosstiff... And Skeledirge." They nodded wisely, and he hummed in agreement. The couple finally made their way down to the plaza - the faculty had set up a rudimentary stage, evidently for the sole purpose of speeches. The rest of the school plaza was decorated with lights, which made the whole place look lovely. Students milled about with their Pokemon, and staff chatted amiably with eachother.

Arven spotted Penny near the foot of the stairs - she was more dressed up than he'd ever seen her before, wearing a pastel dress and a fluffy coat. It almost reminded him of her eeveelutions... She was probably inspired by them. Penny was standing next to Nemona, chatting with Giacomo, Mela, and Ortega. Nemona had her arm slung casually around Penny's shoulder, and Arven could see from here that Penny was redder than a fresh tomato.

"Hey! ____, Arven!" Nemona spotted them first, lighting up as she waved. The former leaders of Team Star parted ways with a quiet 'Hasta la vistar! ☆', and the four remaining students met in the middle. "You both look great! Oh, ____, are you ready for-"

"The speeches we have to give." ____ groaned, prompting Nemona to scuff their shoulder playfully.

"You'll be fiiiine! It isn't the end of the world!" Nemona beamed, making Penny chortle.

"I dunno, talking in front of a lot of people is kind of the worst thing EVER." Penny gave ____ a sympathetic little shrug. "Talking in front of a few people sucks almost as bad, though."

"You get it." ____ sighed, slumping against Arven. "You both look great, by the way."

"Beat me to it." Nemona joked. Arven finally took the time to see what she was wearing - a deep maroon suit, much like his, with a bright red bowtie and a simple white dress shirt. She seemed to forgo wearing the jacket, wearing it like a cape over her shoulders... It reminded him vaguely of the Galarian champion, what was his name? Penny probably knew. "I helped Penny pick out her stuff - she didn't have anything to wear!"

"I wasn't planning on coming til you invited me." Penny huffed, though she didn't look upset. Before anybody else could talk, both ____ and Nemona's phones pinged.

"Ope - it's time! Come on, let's get it over with so we can have our Academy Double Date! Even if I'd prefer it be a Double BATTLE...." Nemona's voice trailed off as she grabbed ____ by the wrist and dragged them off. Arven gave their hand a final squeeze before they followed along, a final 'good luck.'

"Alright, Pipsqueak, let's find somewhere to watch." Arven adjusted his coat again, though it really didn't need adjusting. He made his way towards the gathering crowd, but Penny stopped him.

"Somewhere I can actually see from, ideally, you Big Lunk." Penny scolded, jabbing a finger over her shoulder towards the makeshift stage. There was an area off to the side that was less populated, and wouldn't require Penny needing to crane her neck to see what was happening.

The pair weaved through the crowds, finally finding a good spot to watch. It was close enough for them to actually hear, but far enough to not get surrounded by other students.

____ and Nemona were up on stage, quietly chatting to Director Clavell. Nemona seemed eager to do her speech, but Arven guessed based on ____'s expression that they were up first. Indeed, they stepped up to the microphone, briefly checking if it was actually on.

The crowd began to quiet as ____ cleared their throat, and soon enough all eyes were on them.

"... It's been almost a year now since I moved to Paldea. Next week, actually, marks a full 365 days." ____ started. "When I first came here from Unova, I admittedly had... Low expectations. For myself, more than anything. I was just some kid from Nuvema Town, I'd never picked up a PokeBall before."

They spotted Arven in the crowd, and he gave them a quiet thumbs up.

"But- y'know, being at the Academy has really changed everything. It's not every day the director himself comes knocking on your door to give you a Pokemon." ____ glanced at Clavell, who adjusted his glasses with a smile. "And it's also not every day you happen to meet your three best friends in the entire world on the same day, within a few hours of eachother. I know a lot of people think the same thing about themselves - oh, I'm just a nobody, I can't do what they do. But I want to tell you all, as someone who WAS a nobody... Success isn't out of reach. With support from your peers, you can climb to any height you can imagine... And I, as one of this school's two champions, am going to be your leverage. We can lift eachother up to be our best, and make something that we can be proud of."

Even if their speech was short and sweet, it got their desired message across - the crowd of students clapped politely as they hopped off the stage, dodging through people with surprising mastery. Arven only realized they were coming right to him when they gestured for him to follow.

"I'll be right back," Arven said, and Penny only vaguely hummed in response. She had her chin propped on her upturned palm, watching Nemona with a dreamy look in her eyes. He excused himself quickly right as Nemona began to talk, of course mentioning her love of battling.

Arven followed ____ up the stairs and into the school, where they rounded a corner into a hall. He lost track of them for a moment, before they grabbed his wrist and yanked him into an empty classroom.

"Why are you-" Arven is silenced when their lips meet his, and they push him back until he's sitting on one of the desks. He flings an arm back to hold himself upright as they casually clamber into his lap, disregarding the fact that they might screw up their nice outfit.

____ holds onto his blazer like a lifeline, and Arven takes a moment to figure out how to keep them both from falling over before he leans into them. They were so tense, it was rather surprising.

He runs his hand down the back of their neck, tracing his fingers down their spine - they shudder when he caresses the dip of their back, making a soft noise that he could barely hear.

"Arven..." They gasp as they pull apart for a moment, before eagerly diving back in for more. He happily reciprocates, finally comfortable enough to set both hands on their hips. Arven runs his palms down their thighs as they slide their fingers underneath his blazer, too impatient to try with the buttons. How long has it been? Arven can't think straight, trailing his hands up their thighs towards-

And then his phone rings. It's Nemona. Of course it is. ____ groans, flopping against him. Obviously this means they have to go back to the actual ball.

"Chin up, it'll be alright. Your big speech is over, I guess it's time we went and had fun." Arven can't help but feel a little disappointed. He did enjoy their time alone.

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Reasonable." ____ hopped up, fixing their outfit. "Come on, let's not leave Nemona waiting."

Short because I've been really busy lately, plus just not really felt like writing

Shits been rough. Hope you understand

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Daddy Issues - E.N

Summary: Y/n had a terrible childhood growing up. We won't go too into it, but she just really lacked in loving parents. Because of this, she just wanted someone to love her and treat her right, never getting love growing up. She also had a hard time trusting men. Well, until Edward Nygma that is. She fell hard for him and she knew it. Y/n loved everything about him, the way he talked to her, the way he looked, spoke, acted, smelled, everything. But she could never work up the courage to admit her love. And she didn't need to. Because he already knew. She was just too oblivious to see it. And that's why he loved to tease her. Until one day, he decided that teasing wasn't enough... (Takes place in Season 3 but Edward has long hair in this cuz I said so <3) Also, I know Jerome didn't hang out with these people and he was in Arkham in season 3, but I haven't included him in a fanfic yet so he's gonna be in this one. (P.S: I had a lot of fun writing this, adding in very funny comedic bits and more characters because I want to experiment with adding more characters instead of focusing on just two, yk? So I'm sorry if this sucks...)

Content Warning: Daddy issues, daddy kink, sir kink, weed, slight blood, knife, alcohol, flirting back and forth, explicit language, sexual themes, suggestive dialogue, fluff, steamy fluff? Idk how to explain lol you'll see. Y/n is 25 and Ed is 30 in this. Jerome and y/n are besties in this and I love it. (Edward knows about y/n's daddy issues) Possible part 2 if this is received well.

Word count: 7,910

Songs for Inspo:

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood (y/n)

LET ME SEE YA MOVE! - Lumi Athena, cade clair (edward)

Say Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Rey (y/n)

Smoke - Cowbell Cult, Joehdah (edward)

all I want is you - Rebzyyx, hoshie star (y/n)

In My Head - Bedroom (both)

Megalomaniac - KMFDM (edward)

Lovers From The Past - Mareux (both)

kitty phonk - soviss (song on headphones plus I just love this song)

party addict - kets4eki, Nosgov, kojo (edward)

Honeymoon - Lana Del Rey (y/n)

GOOD LOYAL THOTS - Odetari (edward)

Killer - Mareux (edward)

ecstasy (slowed) - SUICIDIAL-IDOL (their relationship dynamic)

HYPNOTIC DATA (SLOWED & REVERBED) - ODECORE, Odetari (edward) (song that plays in club cuz it fits perfectly)

Ultraviolence - Lana Del Rey (y/n)

(oh my god I am so lucky to have found this gif wtf there are barely ANY good gifs of him with long hair. this is like getting a super shiny limited edition pokemon card...they should have let him grow even a SLIGHT stubble...)

READ BELOW CUT

It was normal for Barbara Kean to keep her doors to her club open for her friends. We'll not necessarily open. Her friends had keys to the club, so all they needed to do was unlock the door, walk in, and lock it behind them. Not only was it a club, but on the upper floor was a whole apartment like area. Instead of walls separating it from the club, it was an iron railing, allowing you to look down on the club. There was a spiral staircase on each side of the club, leading up to the next floor. This is usually where her friends would hang out. Most of her friends just had to tell her if they were coming over. All except for one, that is.

Y/f/n.

Y/n grew up on the streets of Gotham, not having a great family life. Her mother had died when she was very young and her dad had no love for his own daughter. One day, he left his daughter when she was 13 and never came back. That's when she started living on the streets. Barbara met her through Selina Kyle. She told Barbara that y/n helped her survive on the streets and Barbara appreciated y/n for that. Once they met, the two became very close. Now, y/n was free to go into Barbara's club whenever, sometimes even climbing through the windows. Who do you think taught Selina all of that? Though, don't think that y/n was a criminal. She hated stealing. Selina knew this, which is why she would usually help get food for y/n. But now, Barbara was helping too. Barbara, being friends with a lot of 'super criminals' was looked at as odd for being friends with a sweet kind girl like y/n. But, when everyone met her, they saw why. Ever since then, y/n became sort of an 'honorary' member of the 'group'. It was almost comical really, she would sometimes end up walking in on a meeting about a heist or a murder plot and she'd pretend not to hear and just get some cereal and watch a movie. Which is exactly what y/n had planned to do that day. Well, mainly just go to Barbara's. She wasn't sure if she wanted to eat cereal.

With a large leap, she launched herself onto the balcony that was attached to Barbara's club. She stood up fully, stretching out her back as she walked into the club. She had headphones on, listening to her music as she walked in, not paying attention to who else might be in the room. She nodded her head back and forth, tapping her hip to the rhythm as she walked across the floor, looking at the music that played on her phone. The music playing through her headphones was so loud that anyone around her could definitely hear it too. Eventually, she looked up and her eyes got wide as she saw people sitting at the bar. There was Oswald, which she had slowly become friends with, Barbara of course, Victor Zsasz who surprised her by being pretty chill when he wasn't killing people, Jerome Valeska who shockingly enjoyed y/n's company and did his best not to talk about 'violent' things around her. What was even more surprising is that y/n had become very good friends with the crazy clown. But, the only person that caused y/n to blush was..

Edward Nygma.

She shivered, looking at everyone stare at her. Barbara was saying something towards her, muffled by the music. However, y/n still flustered from Edward being there caused her to not notice. She gulped, waving awkwardly to everyone causing Barbara to facepalm. She turned towards the people at the bar, saying something to them before she walked over to y/n. She waved in front of y/n's face, snapping her fingers. Y/n flinched, shaking her head. Clearing her throat, she took the headphones off and put them around her neck, the music still playing. Barbara was the only person y/n wasn't shy around. It wasn't like she wasn't talkative, but she got a little shy every now and then. Especially around such devious criminals.

"H-Hi..." She said awkwardly.

"Hey honey, you ok? I didn't expect you to come over." She commented.

"Yeah, well, it's been raining pretty hard outside lately. I figured it would be ok if I came in here for a bit?" She said.

"Oh shit yeah, you're soaking wet and shivering! Of course that's ok honey. Do you want to take a hot shower too?" She asked, concerned for her well-being.

Everyone at the bar looked at the balcony outside through the glass door. Wind was blowing heavily and rain was pouring down by the gallons. They felt cold just looking at it.

"That would be n-n-nice. I th-think I left a change of clothes here too. I'll ch-change into th-those after I shower." She said, shivering as she walked up the staircase, leaving dribbles of water on the floor behind her.

Barbara sighed to herself, shaking her head. She walked back behind the bar, taking a sip of her wine. Jerome cackled in his usual creepy way, even though he had no intention of being creepy. Barbara tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" She asked.

"It's just hilarious. Every time she sees us she freezes up and is surprised every single time. It never gets old." He laughed.

"Yeah, well, I don't think we're the ones making her get like that." Oswald said, looking at Edward.

"Hm? Oh, sorry were you talking to me? All I heard was this annoying bird squawking." Edward replied dully.

Jerome cackled loudly and Victor chuckled next to him, taking a sip of his Shirley Temple. Yes, this man asked for a Shirley Temple at a bar. He loved them and he was not ashamed of it. He grabbed the maraschino cherry and bit it, throwing the stem away.

"You aren't gonna tie it in a knot with your tongue?" Oswald joked in his usual snarky tone.

"Shut up." He grumbled.

"I just think it's funny that she thought we we're having an 'evil meeting' when we're really just having drinks together. How that girl survived on the streets is beyond me. She's too sweet for this city" Barbara sighed.

"That's for damn sure." Jerome added.

The group started to chat again, discussing every day things. They talked about things that ranged from the weather all the way toward politics. If random people on the streets saw them talking at a bar like this, they would think they were plotting a murder and run away screaming. And while they did do that sometimes, they still were friends and liked to have normal conversations as well. It wasn't that strange to think about, really. After around 30 minutes went by, Barbara looked up towards the balcony. Y/n was taking a while.

"She's taking a long time..." She said.

"You think she slipped and fell in the shower?" Jerome laughed, finding it funny but also slightly worried as well.

"No. Well...maybe..." Barbara's eyes widened.

As if right on cue, y/n came down the spiral staircase, hand gripped tight on the railing as they came down. Her change of clothes was a pair of soft pink sweatpants, a pair of fluffy socks, and a black shirt that was one size too big for her. On the shirt was a picture of Jesse Pinkman from Breaking Bad with the word 'babygirl' underneath it and a pink bow on his head. (pls that's so real) Her headphones were once again over her ears and her hair was completely dry, suggesting that she took a while so she could blow dry her hair. Turning to everyone she waved, giving a very wide and cheesy smile.

"Is that my shirt?" Barbara asked.

Everyone looked at the shirt and Jerome burst out in laughter, no surprise. Victor smirked in amusement. Oswald just sipped his martini with an eyebrow raised. However, Edward kept his eyes on y/n, taking in her features with his dull and tired eyes. Y/n took off her headphones.

"No actually, it's MY shirt that YOU keep stealing. Jesse is MY babygirl. Keep your paws off my husband." Y/n stated, kissing two of her fingers and placing them on Jesse's lips.

"Your husband?" Barbara asked, placing a hand on her hip.

Jerome got up from his seat, walking 'sophisticatedly' towards y/n. He placed an arm around their shoulders. Clearing his throat, he held his hand out to everyone, as if making an announcement.

"Lady and gentlemen, this...meth addict and drug dealer is y/n's husband. I was there when it happened. I practically gave her away." He stated.

Oswald chuckled and took another sip of his martini.

"Wait, what? What does that even mean?" He asked.

Edward stood up from his spot, walking over toward the opposite side of the bar so he could face y/n and Jerome. He leaned back, propping his arm up on the counter, glass of scotch in hand. He found the conversation interesting. Y/n blushed when she saw him look at her and wink.

"Well, y/n would you like to explain? You are the wife after all." He said.

"Y-Yes, thank you Jerome. Well, one night when I was staying over here, I decided to rewatch Breaking Bad for the....what is it? 12th time?" She asked Jerome.

He held up both of his hands, counting each finger. Once he was done, he bent over and pretended to count his toes. He rubbed his chin, tapping his foot on the ground.

"Carry the one, divide the 2, move the decimal...14th actually."

"Yes, 14th time. Well, Jerome was watching it with me. And I , who was totally not sleep deprived-"

"Yeah, and I was definitely not high." Jerome added, crossing his arms over his chest in defense.

Everyone collectively rolled their eyes. Even right now he smelled like weed.

"Yes, I who was not sleep deprived looked at Jerome and said... 'I wanna marry that little bitch.' and pointed to Jesse on the tv." She said confidently.

"And as her friend who was not high, well, naturally I supported the decision! So I helped y/n write her vows and wham bam thank you ma'am. Married. Case closed. She kissed him and everything." He finished the story.

Edward tilted his head down, looking at them through his glasses. Chuckling he took a sip of his scotch and placed it back on the counter.

"Kissed him? Y/n, did you kiss the TV?" He asked, staring at her.

"Um..." She mumbled.

"My client would prefer not to comment on that. And if you saw any tissues on the ground near the TV it was NOT because I was crying. I do NOT cry at weddings." He said.

"Yeah, he does NOT cry at weddings." She repeated.

The room got real silent, the only sound being the wind and rain outside. Jerome coughed very loudly and exaggeratedly, breaking the silence.

"You guys are fucking weird." Barbara said.

"Thank you!" Jerome said.

"Alright, I gotta get going. I have a hit I have to do tonight. Client wants it to be real bloody. Like guts everywhere and bones broken an-" Victor looked up.

Jerome had covered y/n's ears, glaring at him. His scarred face making him look like a muppet as he frowned. Victor chuckled.

"Uh, I mean. I gotta run errands. Anyways, I'll see you all soon. Nice seeing you y/n. Good luck with your uh, marriage. He's a real catch." He winked, walking up to her and punching her lightly on the shoulder before leaving.

"I must be going as well. Pity. I was truly enjoying this conversation. Very riveting hearing your drug induced wedding. But, alas, I am required else where." He said.

Standing up, he gave Barbara a hug and also gave y/n one. With his limp, he grabbed his cane and left the building as well. Barbara shrugged.

"Anyone else leaving?" She asked.

"I was hoping I could stay here for the night. Is that ok Barbie?" Y/n asked, calling her friend by her nickname for her.

"You already know the answer to that, hun." She winked.

"Oh! Can I stay too!" Jerome asked, jumping up and down.

"Ugh, you can't stay the night. But you can hang out longer if you want."

"Fair enough."

"What about you Ed, you staying too? I've got to go out and do some business about the club. Make sure our supplies are still good and coming in on time."

He shrugged, sipping his scotch. Truthfully, he didn't know if he wanted to stay longer. But, then he looked at y/n and smiled. She blushed instantly. That's when he made up his mind.

"Sure, why not. I've got nothing else to do."

"Oh boo, ruining our fun." Jerome fake pouted.

"You mean interrupt your Breaking Bad session?"

"Maybe..." Y/n and Jerome said in unison.

"Alright, well you kids have fun. Mom has to go out and provide for the family. Y/n sweetie, remember don't eat too much sugar tonight or you won't sleep." She joked, grabbing her coat and purse as she walked out.

"Oh whatever." Y/n rolled her eyes.

"We can still eat sugar, right?" Jerome asked, leaning in her ear.

"Fuck yeah." She said, fist bumping him.

"Oh joy, I get to hang around a lunatic and a stray street girl hyped up on sugar. Lucky me." He groaned, following them upstairs.

Y/n and Jerome had already ran up the stairs completely. Jerome sat down on the couch, getting Netflix hooked up so they could watch Breaking Bad. The two of them had only started rewatching the show 3 days ago and were already starting season 3. They really did love the show, and Jerome honestly found Jesse Pinkman to be quite attractive as well. So, the two friends would never admit it, but they shared Jesse as a husband. Edward looked towards the kitchen and saw that y/n was looking through the fridge with her headphones on. He smirked, noticing how she was swaying to the beat of whatever she was listening to. He looked back towards Jerome and they made eye contact. Jerome, along with everyone in the group, knew how y/n felt about Edward. And Jerome knew a lot about his friend, he didn't just know that she liked Edward, he knew exactly why she liked Edward. He knew what she liked about him.

"Y/n's been talking about you a lot man." Jerome said.

"Hm, really? Interesting." He said, hanging up his coat on the coat rack along with his hat.

"Yeah, won't shut up about you."

Edward hummed, sitting down in the armchair. He clenched and unclenched his fists, his knuckles sore from getting in a fight with someone earlier. He groaned softly.

"Look, I'm telling you this because I know y/n needs a push. Y/n plans on coming here again tomorrow night, since the club is going to be open to the public. You should go too." He said, queuing up the episode.

Edward nodded.

"Alright, I will."

"Cool, I know she'll be surprised, but she'll still love to see you."

Jerome looked over the couch, seeing that y/n was still in the kitchen. He stretched out and yawned, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tube of red lipstick. He applied it to his lips, puckering them and making a kissy face to Edward. Ed just rolled his eyes in return. Jerome couldn't be serious for more than a minute at a time.

"Y/N HURRY UPPP! I WANNA SEE JESSE!" Jerome groaned loudly.

"SHUT UP I'M MAKING A SANDWICH! AND DON'T MAKE A JOKE ABOUT ME BEING A WOMAN IN THE KITCHEN!"

"Fucking damn it..." He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest as he slumped into the couch.

Edward chuckled, standing up from his spot and walking into the kitchen. Approaching y/n he reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder lightly. She turned around, ready to fling mayo into Jerome's face. But, when she saw Edward she froze in place, a blush crossing her face. He smirked, slivers of his teeth peeking out from under his lips. She took off her headphones, turning the music off.

"Need some help?" He offered.

"U-Uh, no I'm ok. J-Just cutting off the crust on Jerome's. H-he doesn't like it." She stuttered.

"Hm. Ok. Well I'll just keep you company then." He said, leaning against the counter, facing the living room.

Y/n swallowed a lump in her throat as she grabbed a knife from the knife block. Shakily, she sliced the crusts off of the bread. She couldn't stop shaking knowing that Edward was so close to her. Not fully focused, she went to cut the last bit of crust off and sliced the tip of her finger slightly. She winced, dropping the knife on the counter. Edward noticed, walking over to her. Softly, he grabbed her wrist, moving her hand towards him so he could see it better. Blood trickled down her finger, a dot falling on the floor.

"I-I wasn't paying attention. I'm s-sorry..." She quietly sobbed.

Edward furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as to why she would apologize. He lifted her chin up, rubbing it softly with his thumb. She looked up at him through slightly teary eyes. He smiled at her softly.

"Why are you apologizing, y/n?" He asked.

"I don't k-know..."

Edward hummed.

"Do you know if Barbara keeps band-aids here?" He asked, using a napkin to wipe the blood off her finger.

"U-Um, yeah. There." She pointed to a cabinet.

Edward grabbed her other hand, motioning for her to hold the napkin on her cut. She did as he showed her. Smiling, he opened up the cabinet and saw a box of band-aids. Taking one from the box he opened it up, putting it over y/n's cut. He made sure it wasn't too tight nor too loose. Once he was done, he used his thumb to wipe a tear from under her eye.

"Why don't you go sit down, hm? I'll bring these over." He asked, but it was more like a strong suggestion.

She nodded, mouth slightly ajar. He watched as she walked over to the couch, sitting next to Jerome but close to the chair where Edward sat. He smiled to himself when he saw that. He grabbed the sandwiches, an even wider smile on his face when he realized she had laid out two more pieces of bread in case he wanted a sandwich. He wasn't hungry but he still appreciated the thought. Walking over to the couch, he gave the two of them their sandwiches.

"Thanks dad!" Jerome cheered.

"Shut up." Edward grumbled.

He sat down in the arm chair, one leg crossed over the other as he rested his arms on each of the armrests of the chair. Jerome played the episode, his attention automatically focused on the show. But, y/n was watching Edward. He had removed his gloves, placing them in the pocket of his pants. She could see the very subtle veins in his hands, only now they were highlighted from the light of the tv. She looked down at her band-aid and looked back up towards Edward. She felt her heart melt and her stomach turn into a knot. Maybe he sensed this or maybe not, but he turned to her at that moment, his face was expressionless except for the slight smile that tugged at his lips. Y/n blushed, quickly looking away from him.

For the rest of the night, they continued to watch Breaking Bad. Once it got really late, Jerome left after giving y/n a hug and saying a goodbye to her Jesse Pinkman shirt. Leaving just her and Edward. She looked at him, still sitting in the arm chair.

"Um, are you staying longer?" She asked looking at the ground nervously.

He sighed deeply, tilting his head to the left. His legs were spread slightly, his strong hands gripping the edges of the chair softly. Edward looked y/n up and down. Not in a sexual way, he just found her nervous attitude and shy posture to be entertaining.

"Do you want me to?" He asked with a slight seductive tone, eyes peering at her through glasses.

Y/n's eyes widened, her legs shaking slightly beneath her. She swallowed a lump in her throat, shocked that he asked that question. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, knowing that his dark tired eyes were watching her. Edward awaited her response, fixing the sleeves of his shirt.

"U-Um, I'm not s-sure..." She stuttered quietly.

"Oh?" He asked, teasing her.

"I-I don't k-know if Barb w-would want you t-to. I-It's her p-place..." She mumbled, making eye contact with him for a split second.

Edward nodded.

"Mmm, that's fair. You're quite responsible aren't you?" He cooed, walking towards her.

At this point, y/n was trembling completely. She felt her heart race as he got closer and closer to her. His body casting a shadow over her. She started tugging on the bottom of her shirt, fists clenched up from her nervousness. Edward looked down and saw, gently grabbing her hands, rubbing his thumbs over her fingers.

"You're shaking, why is that y/n?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"It's j-just cold in here..." She lied.

"Mmm, no. That's not it. It's pretty warm in here." He corrected.

Letting go of her hands, Edward brought one of his hands up to her face. Using it, he tilted her chin up. His eyes looked into hers, gazing deep into her soul.

"What's the real reason, hm?" He trailed his thumb down her chin and back up to her bottom lip.

He felt y/n breathe heavily, her eyes looked up into his. She couldn't speak. She was breathless from the situation. Her heart was racing 99 miles per hour and her brain felt fuzzy from being in his presence. Edward sighed, tugging her bottom lip down slightly as he dragged his thumb off her lip.

"Hm, I guess it's just cold." He said, grabbing his jacket from off the coat rack.

Sliding his coat on, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his gloves. Y/n watched in complete silence as he put his gloves on. Casting her a glance, he put his hat back on as well. He tilted his head slightly to the right, looking at her.

"Make sure you stay warm tonight."

Y/n snapped out of her daze.

"A-Are you leaving?" She asked, sadness evident in her voice.

"Well you decided to be responsible, which is good. So yes."

"Y-Yeah..."

"You're good for being responsible and respecting your friend. I'm proud of you." He said, brushing hair out of her face with his gloved hand.

Y/n audibly sighed, her knees shaking under his touch. Edward smirked and y/n cursed herself silently.

"Yeah, you're good. Aren't you?" He asked, giving her a slight smile.

Y/n just looked up at him, caught up in a trance.

"Hm? Well are you?" He repeated.

"Y-Yes, I am." She answered.

"Mhm, there you go. Make sure you get some rest tonight, ok?"

"O-Ok, Ed..."

"Good girl."

Without another word, Edward walked down the staircase, his shoes clacking against the metal. Slowly, y/n made her way to the banister. Leaning over it, she watched as Edward opened the door to the club, looking up at the her. He didn't say or do anything, just looked at her. And with that, he left, leaving y/n looking down longingly at where he once stood. The club felt empty without him and y/n felt her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach. Sighing, she sat down on the couch, grabbing a blanket and pulling it up over her. The warm embrace of the soft material comforted her as she thought about the way Edward looked at her. His dark eyes bore into her, a cold yet comforting gaze. His hands were rough, but when he touched her skin they felt like the softest satin money could buy. She missed his touch already. Craved it. She yawned, her eyes growing heavy as she fell asleep on the couch. Her dreams were filled with thoughts of Edward, some kind and caring, others lewd and erotic. If only those dreams were reality.

~

That morning y/n woke up, her eyes squinting as the sun shone down on her through the large window above the door to the balcony. A chuckle could be heard from behind her. Turning around, y/n slowly got off of the couch, her mouth opening wide as she yawned. Barbara stood in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." She joked.

"Mehmehmeh meh meh mehmeh..." Y/n mocked.

Barbara rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her coffee. Y/n rubbed her eyes with her hand, using the other one to grab the pot of coffee. Grabbing a cup from the cabinet, she picked up a mug and filled it with the hot beverage. She blew on it, the steam warming up her face.

"You sleep good?" Barb asked.

"Fuck no." She groaned.

"Oh? Why?"

"Um, weird dream..." Y/n trailed, pink dusting her cheeks as she remembered her dream.

"Uh huh. Well, Edward is downstairs. He asked to see you." She said.

Y/n nearly spit out her coffee.

"R-Really?!"

"No. Just wanted to see how you'd react." She giggled.

"Oh, fuck off."

"You love me."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. You got any plans today?" Y/n asked.

"Not really. Just setting everything up for the club tonight. Why?"

"Just curious. I think I'm going to come to the club tonight. A little socializing might be fun." She replied.

"That's good! You have an outfit to wear? If not we can always go shopping together." Barbara suggested.

"No, I have something. Thank you though."

"No problem. Well, I've gotta get to work. Calls to make. Feel free to stay longer or if you have to go right now that works too. I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah, for sure. See you later, Barbie."

Y/n groaned, placing her coffee mug down on the counter. She tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. She yawned once again, finishing her coffee and placing the mug in the dishwasher. Going to the bathroom, she brushed her teeth, changed into a new shirt and jeans, and left the club.

For the rest of the day, y/n spent it going to the park and picking flowers. The place where she would hang out when she wasn't at Barbara's was Selina's place. As a thanks for letting her stay, she would pick flowers and put them in a vase at Selina's place. At first Selina didn't care for it, but it grew on her. She especially liked when y/n snagged a few daffodils. As she went back to Selina's, she walked in the door and was surprised to see her there.

"Oh, hey Cat." Y/n said.

"Hey girly. What's up? Nice flowers." She said, watching y/n put them in a vase with water.

"Thanks. I was wondering if I could borrow some of your makeup? I'm going to the Sirens tonight." She asked.

Selina put down the cat she was petting, letting it run across the room. A smirk grew on her face as she stood up and walked towards the vanity in the room. She reached in a drawer, grabbing a bag and pulling it out, placing it on the vanity table.

"You meeting anyone there?" She asked.

"No? Like who?" She asked, sitting down at the vanity.

"Oh, I don't know...Edward?"

Y/n looked towards her, eyes wide.

"N-No! He's not even gonna be th-there!"

"Hm, ok. Well, I hope you have fun anyways."

Y/n stuck her tongue out at her as she looked towards the vanity mirror. She put on her eyeshadow, using a skin tone as a base and putting glitter on top of it. It was subtle, but it would glow in the club lights. After that she applied eyeliner, doing a puppy liner look. Then she put on her mascara, blush, a little highlight on her nose, and pink lip gloss.

"Does this look ok?" She asked, turning towards Selina.

Her friend walked up to her, looking at what she had done. After looking for a few seconds, Selina smiled and nodded. Y/n grinned from ear to ear.

"Looks great. What are you gonna wear?" She asked.

Y/n stood up, going over to the wardrobe. She opened it, moving hangers to the side as she looked for the clothing she wanted. After a little time, she found it. A soft pink dress that ended just under her mid thigh. It had a small white lace bow that was tied on the back of it on the waist. Granted, it wasn't a perfect outfit for a club, but it was the 'fanciest' thing she had. Selina had snagged it from a really hoity toity store a few weeks ago. Holding it up, she looked at Selina.

"I like it. It's very cute, very you."

"You don't think people will look at me weird?" She asked.

"Who cares if they do? Do you want to wear the dress?"

"Well, yeah..."

"Then that's the only thing that matters. Wear it!" Selina reassured her friend.

"Yeah. You're right...what shoes should I wear?"

"Wear sneakers. Piss the rich people off and be comfortable at the same time."

"Ooh, I like that."

"I know right, it's a great idea."

Selina picked up the cat that she was petting early, deciding that she didn't get enough love from the cat and needed to pet them more. Y/n grabbed her outfit, looking at her phone for the time. She saw that it was another hour until the club opened. But, she could show up early if she wanted. After thinking for a bit, she decided to bring her clothes to Barbara's and just change there when she felt like going down to join the club. As she packed her outfit into a duffel bag, she slid on some socks and sneakers.

"You heading out?" Selina asked.

"Yeah, you gonna be ok?"

"Do you know me?"

"Good point. Alright, well just make sure you eat something ok? I'll be good on food since I'm going to Barbs." Y/n explained.

"Yes mother."

"Oh shush. I'll see you later, Cat." Y/n said, grabbing her duffel bag and leaving the building.

Y/n climbed down the fire escape, landing on her feet as she jumped off. The streets were growing dark quickly, causing y/n to pick up her pace. Anyone in Gotham knew it wasn't safe to be out at night, especially if you lived on the streets. Y/n has had too many experiences to take any more chances.

~

Y/n opened the balcony door to the club, closing them behind her as she entered. Barbara, who was all dressed up and sitting at the bar, looked towards her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Do you ever use the main door?" She asked.

"Nope."

"Figures. What's in the bag? A body?"

"What!? No! It's my clothes!"

"Kidding, hun. I figured that's what it was. You getting changed here?" She took a sip of her drink.

"Yeah, gonna go do that now. The club opens in a few minutes, right?"

"Yeah, can't wait to see your outfit. Go change quickly!"

Y/n smiled, rushing up the staircase nearly tripping over a step. Barbara heard her close the bathroom door, grinning to herself as she walked to the main doors. Opening them up, she gave welcoming smiles to all the people that walked in. What started as a trickle of people quickly turned into a rush of people coming in. The club was full. Not packed entirely, but close enough. It was at this time that y/n came back down the staircase in her dress. Barbara walked up to her, looking at her outfit choice.

"Cute! Better than everyone else's outfits. Barf city." She fake gagged.

"You really think so?" She asked.

"Of course. The sneakers are a nice touch too. I should have worn some too, but I have to 'represent'. Boring."

Y/n chuckled, giving her friend a hug. Barbara hugged her back, giving her a quick peck on the cheeks as well. When the two friends stopped hugging, they walked over to the bar. Barbara ordered a grasshopper and offered y/n one. But, y/n shook her head, instead ordering a glass of cranberry juice. She didn't plan on getting drunk in a place that was full of strangers. You never know what could happen. Even if it was at a place you were familiar with. Too many weirdos. Y/n held onto her drink at all times, hand over the top of the glass when she wasn't drinking it.

"You gonna dance? I put some of your songs on tonight's playlist since you said you were coming over. Thought you might appreciate them." Barbara asked.

"You did? Barb, you're so sweet. I'll definitely dance when a song of mine comes on. Will you join me?"

"I'd love to. But, with these heels? Not likely." She chuckled.

Y/n nodded, giggling. She took a sip of her cranberry juice, finishing the glass. Placing it on the counter, she used her thumb to wipe a drop of the liquid off her lips. Barbara laughed at the sight, though, her laugh slowly fell and her lips turned into a subtle smirk as she looked behind y/n. Y/n was confused, not sure what she was looking at.

"Hello, Nygma. I didn't know you'd be here tonight." Barbara said.

Y/n felt her whole body freeze up, her shoulders tensing. Her interactions with him from last night replayed in her head like a slideshow. She felt a chill go down her spine and she swallowed a lump in her throat.

"Thought I'd swing by, I was already dressed up." He replied suavely.

"Well, enjoy the party. You too y/n, I'm going to go greet people." She said, winking at y/n before walking away.

Y/n mentally cursed Barbara for leaving her alone with Edward. Granted, they were in a club full of other people, dancing and drinking. But, being so close to him made her feel like he was the only one in the room. He made her nervous.

"It's rude to ignore someone, you know..." He commented, his voice smooth like velvet.

Y/n turned around suddenly, her face heating up as she made eye contact with him. He flashed her a small grin, the tip of his canine getting caught on his bottom lip slightly. Y/n moaned mentally, looking him up and down. He wore his usual attire, but his posture made him look like a whole other person. It was like pure magic.

"S-Sorry, I just d-didn't expect you to be here..." Y/n admitted.

"Hm, you look nice. That color suits you."

Y/n blushed, trying to hide her face.

"Thank you. You look nice too." She replied.

"Yeah? Well, thank you."

Edward looked down at her shoes, chuckling to himself when he saw that she wore sneakers.

'Cute.' He thought to himself.

He raised his gloved hand up, holding two fingers out. The bartender looked over, walking over to him. Edward placed some cash on the counter as he leaned against it.

"Scotch on the rocks, please." He asked.

The bartender nodded, putting ice in a glass and pouring scotch into it. Taking the cash, he slid the drink over to Edward who grabbed it tightly. He tilted his head back slightly, letting the burning liquid trickle down his throat. Y/n watched as his adams apple bobbed up and down, his jawline prominent as he swallowed.

"Staring is rude too." He stated simply as he put down the drink.

Y/n quickly looked away, focusing on a part of the wall across from her. Edward looked towards her, adjusting the hat on his head. He smirked, watching his hands as he clenched and unclenches his fists. Y/n flickered her eyes towards them, looking away once again as quick as possible.

"Sorry..." She mumbled.

"There's no need for that, y/n. You just need to learn some manners..." He smirked suggestively.

Y/n's eyes widened, looking up at him. Edward returned the gaze, taking a sip of his scotch while he did so. He phrased what he said just casually enough to not be considered a sexual comment. But, he emphasized the last part, making sure y/n picked up on his double entendre. He felt proud when he noticed that she did indeed notice it.

Barbara walked over, breaking the sexual tension between the two of them. She tapped y/n on the shoulder, getting her attention. Looking at her, y/n smiled and greatly appreciated her interference.

"One of your favorite songs is playing next." She said, turning to Edward after.

"You should dance with her. Y/n asked me to dance with her but I can't since I'm greeting people." She said.

Y/n looked up at the ceiling, frustration evident on her face. Her grip on the counter tightened, her knuckles turning white. Edward smirked at the sight, turning towards Barbara and noticing that she winked at him.

"Sounds fun to me. Y/n's music is always intriguing."

"Great! Just thought I'd come over and let you both know. Have fun!" She said before leaving.

Edward looked back towards y/n, his eyes meeting hers. He had a mischievous glint in his eye and y/n picked up on that. Reaching down to his glass, he took another sip of his scotch. He sighed, gliding his tongue across his lips as he watched her fidget with her hands before him.

"Do you wanna dance with me?" He asked.

"What? U-Um, yes. Well, maybe..." She stuttered.

Edward used two fingers to lift her chin up. He smiled down at her, gliding his hand across her jaw, tracing the bone with his thumb. Y/n shivered underneath his touch, goosebumps rising on her skin.

"You're shaking. Just like last night. Are you cold again?" He asked.

"N-No, not this time..." She sighed.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Then what's the reason this time?" He asked playfully.

She looked at him, biting her lip softly. Edward hummed, his lip tugged up into a small smile. Y/n didn't need to say anything, for he knew what her answer was just from looking into her eyes. Her heavy breathing being her number one give away.

"Hmm, not a verbal confession but, your eyes tell me enough. Perhaps I'll get you to admit it by the end of the night." He said ominously.

The song that was currently playing faded out, signaling that y/n's song was about to play. Grinning, Edward held out his hand, gesturing for her to take it. She did, albeit slowly, and he led her to a spot where they could dance. Edward, not sure what the song was just swayed his body slightly, hips going with him. It was a subtle dance and fit his persona well. In a whole club full of people grinding and dancing like no tomorrow, he was there doing minimal movements. Y/n, who was known to dance like a maniac, decided to just sway in synch with Edward. The bass from the song rumbled the ground, shaking through their bones. Edward listened to the lyrics as best as he could in such a loud and crowded setting. He realized how well-fitting this song was for their current scenario. Smirking, he reached forward and placed his hand on the small of her back, causing her to jump slightly. He pulled her close to him, his glasses glinting in the purple light of the club. Y/n moaned softly, slightly drowned out by the music, but she was close enough to Edward that he could hear it. He leaned down towards her ear.

"You like that?" He whispered, tightening his grip on her.

She whined, nodding her head softly. Edward chuckled to himself, feeling confident in the strobe lights and loud music that surrounded him. The feeling of her close to him making his heart race and stomach turn.

"Why don't you tell Edward what you think of him?" He strongly suggested in her ear, his hand trailing up her back.

She stuttered, nervous from the situation. Edward tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. He placed a kiss underneath her ear, letting his breath fan on her neck.

"C'mon, I know you can do it. I believe in you. Tell me, do you love me?" He cooed.

Y/n let out a shaky breath, nodding softly.

"Yes..."

Edward grinned from ear to ear, his hand trailing up to the base of her neck. The two of them were still swaying to the beat of the song. He stopped abruptly, rubbing her neck with his thumb.

"Good job, darling. I'm proud of you." He praised.

"Proud of me?" She repeated.

"Of course, y/n. So proud." He reassured.

Y/n just stared at him, mouth slightly ajar as she spaced out. His words caught her off guard. No one had ever said they were proud of her before. Her heart skipped a beat. Edward chuckled, cupping her face with his hand.

"What are you think about, hm?"

"You."

"What about me?"

"I want you to kiss me..."

Edward raised an eyebrow, amused at her bluntness. He once again rubbed the base of her neck with his thumb, watching her close her eyes in pleasure.

"You do? Me? A vicious criminal? Aren't you scared of me?" He smirked.

"Of course I am..." She gasped softly.

Edward placed his hand on the middle of her chest. He closed his eyes as he felt her heartbeat. It was racing, fast. Groaning softly, he opened his eyes and leaned in close to y/n. She leaned in too, eyes closing. He chuckled.

"I'm not kissing you here, darling. Why don't you come with me..." He said.

She nodded, following him close behind. Edward led her up the spiral staircase, not caring who was watching them. He didn't care if people got suspicious or spread gossip. 'Did you see the Riddler has a new girl?'. He could care less. Once they reached the top of the stairs, Edward placed a hand on her hip.

"Do you have a bedroom here?" He asked.

She nodded, pointing to the door on the left in the hallway. He nodded, grabbing her hand softly and leading her to it. Opening the door for her, he let her go in first. When he was inside, he closed it behind him, locking it for good measure. He turned back to y/n, seeing how nervous she looked. Smiling, he looked over the room, eyes landing on a chair. Walking over, he sat down on it, legs spread slightly. Y/n looked at him, her chest heaving. Sighing, he removed his coat, placing it on the floor, not caring if it got dirty. Edward took off his hat as well, tossing it on the bed. His slightly long and messy hair was revealed more, causing y/n to stare at it for a little while. She always loved his current hair style. It suited him so well. He rolled up the sleeves of his white button up undershirt. The muscles and subtly veins in his forearms catching y/n's attention.

"What did I say about staring, y/n? It's bad manners."

Y/n nodded.

"You were so good last night, are you going to be good for me again?" He asked, head resting against the back of the chair.

"Yes daddy..." She sighed softly.

Edward felt butterflies in his stomach when she called him that. He smirked, tilting his head to the side slightly. Y/n walked closer to him, a small amount of distance between them still.

"Daddy?" He repeated.

She immediately backed away, her eyes wide. Her face turned red from embarrassment. She sat down on the bed, hiding her face in her hands. Edward found it amusing. It was quiet for a little bit.

"Do I make you feel acknowledged, y/n?" He asked, breaking the silence.

She lifted her head up.

"What? Um, I guess so, yeah..." She sniffled.

He gestured her over with his hand, smiling when she walked over to him. Reaching out, he placed his hands on the back of her thighs. Y/n blushed at the touch.

"Do I make you feel loved?"

She nodded.

"Yes..."

"That's all you've ever wanted, isn't it? To be loved?"

She nodded again.

"You never got that growing up, did you? Poor thing..."

She shook her head.

"I'll love you, y/n. Like you deserve to be loved."

"You will?" She asked.

He nodded, patting his lap. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she slowly sat down on his lap. He groaned at the feeling of her on top of him. Edward moved his gloves hands up to her face, rubbing it gently. She pressed her face gently into his touch.

"You're so pretty, y/n. You know that?" He cooed.

"You are too..."

He chuckled.

"You think I'm pretty?" He questioned.

"Uh, no. Um..."

"No, it's ok. I take that as a compliment. I've heard if a man is called pretty it's the highest compliment." He said.

She nodded.

"You want me to kiss you, hun?"

"Yes please..."

"So polite..."

Edward moved his left hand down to her hip, placing his hand gently on it. His other hand slithered to the back of her neck, holding onto it firmly yet gently. He looked down to her lips, then back to her eyes. Without saying anything, he brought her towards him, placing his lips softly onto hers. She moaned quietly, muffled by the kiss. Leaning into the kiss, she placed her hands on his chest. Their lips moved against each other in synch. Fireworks went off in both of their stomachs. After a few more seconds, Edward pulled away from her. His hand on her neck moved back towards her face, gliding his thumb across her bottom lip.

"Good?" He asked.

"Amazing..."

Y/n moved closer to him, her leg brushing against his crotch as she did so. Edward groaned, his pants starting to feel tight. Y/n leaned down, kissing him again, catching him off guard. He smiled into the kiss, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her off gently.

"And what are you doing?" He questioned.

"I want more..." She said.

"Oh no, not this soon sweetheart. I'm not going to do that to you. I still need to take you out on a few dates before we can even start to think about that." He said, rubbing her thigh gently.

She frowned, upset at first. But as she thought about it, she agreed that that was the best thing to do. She appreciated that he didn't expect or even want sex from her right away.

"Can we do something else...?" She asked, curiously.

"Hm? Like what, hun?"

"Like..."

Y/n leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head against him. Edward, caught off guard, just smiled at first. He laughed, placing his hands on her back. With one hand he rubbed circles into her back and with the other he trailed up to the back of her neck and held her against him. Y/n sighed happily, her heartrate slowing down as she relaxed.

"Tired?" He asked, amusement in his voice.

"Mhm..." She mumbled softly.

"Then you get some rest, sweetheart. I'll hold you for as long as you need."

~

(sorry if this is formatted weird or if there are spelling errors, its 1 am and I'm TIRED <3 so deal with it. lmk if you want a part 2!)

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[nell0-0]

Given how hard they spelled out Unova in between the lines. A possible Drayden relative (whose name is one letter off) a Pokemon evolution inspired by bridges and Unova being the region with the most iconic bridges I wouldn't be surprised if something Unova related is on the horizon... (definitely already in the making but not ready to be shared)

Wouldn't it be awesome if they add onto the story of BW? Imagine a Irida descendant running around in Unova for a side story!

Either way I really like the idea we're getting descendants of the PLA characters that didn't had them yet.

either way if BW gets made I wanna see Ingo being the happy dork we love working alongside Emmet in the battle subway or have a side quest yeeting him back in time to restore the battle subway.

It's the Drayton guy, right? If I'm not misspelling his name (not feeling up to look it up). In my head, they're now totally related, so I guess that's something. I sure hope something is done for bw, it's my favorite gen ever. An Irida descendant in Unova would be perfect, so dear to me!!! I don't mind if they're not all that relevant or if they're added afterwards in a DLC like Perrin, but the sheer fanfic/fancomic potential would be through the roof.

I hope Gamefreak reunites the twins in a possible bw game they launch in the future. Or at least give us more content about them being dorks. The funnier take (and preferred by some) would be to have Ingo there after his Hisui era with no explanation whatsoever. He's just there. Somehow.

We can only wait and see for now, tho.

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[mytastessuck]

Starbomb: Starbomb

Eeeeeyup.

So, to ruin my credibility even further...yes, I am a Game Grumps fan. I started watching them out of curiosity in 2016 and watched them on and off for a while until I fell in the trap of those damn Sleeping Aids videos uploaded by their fans and I've been watching them semi-regularly since.

Are they perfect? Fuck no. They suck at games and Egoraptor is the bad Mike Tyson simile of previously problematic content creators. But you already know I'm a NSP fan and I like Danny's singing voice and some of Egoraptor's raps (have fun finding the ones without the n-word!) are pretty skilled and he has a genuine love for the genre and, somewhat more importantly, those games he's bad at. So there, my justification for being a Starbomb fan...despite the fact I've uploaded Starbomb songs before so this really shouldn't have come as a surprise to anyone. Since the album was uploaded for free, I'm going to upload the whole thing below so feel free to read after every song so that everyone can know how to feel after every song. Now...COMMENCE THE CRINGE!

Intro

God, this whole thing is nostalgic. The guys introduce themselves and Arin does a rather impressive paraphrasing of a Fair Use segment that shows that 1. since this album is a parody and 2. they acknowledge they don't own the characters, they don't technically need to be sued. as of January 12, 2024, Nintendo and others apparently agreed.

Song Score: 7/10

2. I Choose You To Die

This is the gate: if this song turns you off, you're probably going to hate this album. Starbomb doesn't care about canon, your feelings or even making clever jokes about the franchise: they thought it would be funny if there was a story about Ash going around fucking up Pokemon, going to jail, getting bailed out and shot in the sack by Pikachu. Is it funny? By my standards...meh. It didn't really grab me. My own description of the song is honestly funnier to me than the actual song itself. I don't hate it but it's definitely not how I would introduce someone to the band.

Song Score: 5/10

3. Luigi's Ballad

Here we go, the real shit: with special guest vocalist Rachel Goddamn Bloom (Crazy Ex Girlfriend creator and star), we get crassed up versions of Mario, Luigi and Peach as the brothers fight over her in a hilarious ditty. Arin is having fun, Danny is competent and Rachel is perfect, like always...I'm actually glad that Peach didn't pick a brother at the end because, as douchey as Mario was being, Luigi didn't give an actual reason for being attracted to her. Maybe he was just as shallow as Mario only he was more devious about it? Who cares? Peach is going to fuck a mushroom.

Song Score: 9/10

4. It's Dangerous To Go Alone

A bit darker but still a well-done song (Philly shout-out! Woo! We suck less than Raccoon City!). They gave Danny the lead in this and it works, Arin's freak-out at the end as Link is legitimately chortle-inducing. Chortle-inducing I say. Sexual predation has never been (subjectively) funnier.

Song Score: 9/10

5. Mega Martial Problems

Might be my favorite song on the album. Mega Man and his wife (Roll? Some chick? Who cares?) are being given marriage counseling (sex counseling, actually) by Dr. fucking Wily and Mega Man kills robot masters to get toys to fuck his wife with, ending with Zero being killed by his Mega Dick. Arin is a good rapper and Danny manages to sing distinctly as a german doctor and Mega Man's wife (he raps a bit at the end...it's actually listenable). Seriously, if you're not the biggest Mega Man fan and if canon isn't important to you, go check this song out.

Song Score: 10/10

6. Rap Battle: Ryu Vs. Ken

Hur hur, Ryu rules, Ken sucks, hur hur. That doesn't bother me though. What does bother me is the content of Ryu's lyrics: he's supposed to be talking about how badass he is and he keeps going on about his dick? Forget canon character, if he was just some nobody he would sound like he's eight years old! Once you hear it, you won't unhear it. It's just a bit...desperate? And I can't help but feel like I'm supposed to take him seriously. This song is fine for the most part but...yeah, definitely one of the weaker ones on re-listens.

Song Score: 6/10

7. Crasher-vania

Pretty funny song about Simon Belmont committing hate crimes against the creatures of the night having a Monster Mash. Fun fact: I don't know the story behind this but Arin and Danny did a censored version of this song for a MST3K telethon. See it here:

Song Score: 8/10

8. The Book of Nook

On a re-listen, this is a competently hilariously fucked up song about Tom Nook being a dickhead mafia landlord...but I'm detracting a whole point for the use of the archaic slur "mongoloid". I guess they didn't want to use "retard" and tried to be smart about it. Sorry guys; try harder.

Song Score: 8/10 (I still gave it a high score so maybe I'm part of the problem.)

9. Sonic's Best Pal

Probably my other favorite song on the album. The perfect Sonic darkfic: Tails snaps due to his insecurity (Hey! A canonical character flaw; I'll wave as I see it fly by.), gets on drugs, fucks whores and shoots Eggman. They knew what they were going for and they got it. Kudos, Starbomb.

Song Score: 10/10

10. Regretroid

Emily Hughes (pretty neat singer and apparently a friend of Danny's...I don't know) stars as an understandably grumpy Samus against the Nice Guy (TM) Kraid in this epic star tale. Awesome tune with a hilariously dark ending (I mean...it's not like the puppies were destined for a good life if space dragons were just handing them out in baskets.)

Song Score: 8/10

11. Kirby's Adventures In Reamland

Either this or the Tom Nook song was the first song recorded for the album and, unlike Tom Nook's song, Starbomb hates this one. Me? Another "meh"....it's crass for the sake of crass but the guys are doing that the whole album so I'm not really affected by it. They spitroast Kirby and namedrop Meta Knight and Dedede. That's it. Move along, barely anything to see here.

Song Score: 7/10

12. The Simple Plot of Final Fantasy 7

Ha! Take THAT, convoluted JRPGs! Seriously, this is one of the better songs on the album and I love how they try to turn Cloud into this smooth talking self-aggrandizing asshole (not a far cry from him in canon, mind) and how they didn't call Ryu by name. He's Ninja Gaiden now. Perfect way to end the album.

Song Score: 9/10

13. Outro

Just the guys being dorks and teasing the second album (Player Select; won't be reviewing that one so I'll spoil my opinion for you: it's not as good as the first one.). It was always fun to hear them fuck around. Reminds me a bit of their Sleep Aids.

Song Score 8/10

Album Score: 8/10

Decent album. As we all know, I have shit taste so that makes my opinion superior to yours. Since this was an album review, I'll be taking a week off to unwind and come back next Friday with the typical song a day schedule. See you then.

#starbomb #egoraptor #arin hanson #ninja sex party #game grumps #music #review #Youtube

[microwave-core]

Oh God it's more Headcanons

To prepare for XC3 (because the DLC drops at like 9pm for some reason) I wrote more headcanons, mainly because I didn't have a specific character in mind to drabble about.

Sonia my beloved. God, Galar has so many great characters and yet I just don’t have the time to write for all of them… even those with banger designs. Anyways, Sonia. Where to even start with her.

Her hair is a mess. Humidity is her worst enemy. She spends dozens of minutes a day attempting to detangle it when the weather goes to shit. She would be forever indebted to you if you brushed her hair for her. Please just be careful, she will complain if you tug too hard.

Also be careful if you sleep next to her at night, because you very well may end up choking on her hair. Even just cuddling is risky business. You are never safe, not even if you are the little spoon. But it’s worth it because Sonia runs very warm, so it’s always comfy to hold her or rest in her arms.

Speaking of hair, she wants to style yours. Doesn’t matter what kind of hair you’ve got, she’ll find a way. Straight or curly or coils or braids or what have you, she will play with it. Doesn’t matter how long it is either. If you ask for a specific style, she’ll do it, but at some point she will weave little hearts into it to match her own. Don’t ask how she does it, it’s a secret.

Anyways, enough about that. I am absolutely obsessed with the idea of a kid rocking up to get their first pokemon from the Professor and her wife and their adopted son assistant. She’s just… so powerful I love her so much. 

Hop loves you. He ships you so hard with Sonia it’s unreal. He is Galar’s best wingman and will do everything in his power to get you two alone together. You guys could literally be married already and he would still be trying to set you guys up. And Leon is no different. Sonia’s his best friend and she talks about you all the time. This guy knows how much Sonia loves you and wants nothing more than for you two to be happy together. Sometimes a family is just a professor, her wife, their assistant, and his brother.

Not enough content for Big Sis Plumeria. She’s gotta take care of basically all Team Skull because they would never get anything done without her around, so she’d be immensely grateful if you either helped corral them or help her relax after constantly chasing after them.

She’s very much an “asshole to the world, sweetheart to her girl” type of girlfriend, mixed in with some tough love. She would never raise her voice at you or seriously insult you, something she does often with the grunts. The most she’ll do is mildly insult you for doing something stupid (as in she would call you an “idiot” or something along those lines), but it’s always evident that she’s more concerned than upset.

As long as you're her girl, no one is going to mess with you. Especially if you have a storied history. Asshole ex? Shitty family members? Straight up enemies? You don’t have to worry about those people anymore. 

Oh also all of the Team Skull grunts look up to you and would literally die for you. You’re Big Sis Two, their third favorite person. Also, if anything happened to you on their watch, they would have to face Plumeria’s wrath, which might as well be worse then Guzma’s

Slightly older contest-star Shauna who, despite being pretty girl-crazy, attempts to navigate her first serious relationship. I realize that I like Shauna more than most people, but hear me out.

When she went on a journey through Kalos with her friends, like stated above, she was completely girl-crazy. Literally every girl she met was the absolute prettiest woman she had ever seen (especially Diantha). But she never ended up getting into a relationship, despite wishing otherwise.

When she meets you, she is absolutely smitten. When you’re just friends, she dreams about you every waking minute. She really, really wants to hold your hand and kiss you and go on cute little dates to restaurants and picnics and do contests together and go shopping together and and everything else girlfriends do. She is obsessed. 

But once you start dating her, she’s a mess. She has all these things she wants to do with you, but she doesn’t know how to go about doing any of them, so sometimes she comes off as a little awkward in the most endearing way possible. She’s a little clumsy and hesitant when initiating affection, but every little thing you do together makes her so happy. It’s got the energy of a cute high school romance, just two dumbasses in love with each other.

Also she’s super supportive of you. Like Marnie, she is your personal cheerleader. She’ll bring up your achievements to everyone she comes across because she needs everyone to know how great you are and how lucky she is to be dating you. Please be supportive of her in return, she would actually ascend to heaven if she saw you in the audience of one of her contests.

Zisu… big woman. I don’t even have words to describe this absolute unit of a woman. She is far too powerful to fully put into words. Her strength is seemingly unending. She canonically trains with pokemon with her bare hands and could absolutely fuck all of them up.

She can bench press your ass, no matter your size or stature. She’ll carry you anywhere you want whenever you want, she’ll get anything you need off of the top shelf, she will lift up anything you need for whatever reason, and she will give you a little kiss on the forehead because she loves you very much.

If you’re afraid of Pokemon (which is pretty likely given the time period), she will do whatever it takes to help you get over your fears. Zisu is all the protection you need in Hisui. No Pokemon will ever get past her. But she would also like to help you get more comfortable with them, if nothing more than for her peace of mind. She can’t be there all the time, given her position in Team Galaxy.

But if you have a strong team, she would love to train with you. If you managed to beat her, she would love you forever. She’s hella strong, so she finds you being stronger than her in one aspect incredibly attractive. And if you managed to beat her in hand to hand combat? She would never recover.

I think Larry is objectively the funniest gym leader, but I whole-heartedly believe Iono is right behind him. I just think she is a funny little guy with an absolutely banger design.

As the most popular streamer in Paldea (I think), people across the region are going to know that you're dating. There is nothing you can do to avoid it. And Iono doesn’t want to hide your relationship. She wants to show you off.

Showing up on stream at least a few times is a mandatory part of dating her. Both Iono and chat love when you’re there. Sometimes Iono will warn you about what she’s planning beforehand, but other times she’ll leave you in the dark. Don’t worry, though, she won’t ever do anything that will make you uncomfortable.

More importantly, when dating Iono, you get to see the normal her, without the energetic streamer persona. Not to say that she’s completely different on stream, she just amps everything up for the camera. Off camera, she just wants to lay down with you and chill out. Let her complain about the weird people in her chat while you hold her close, she desperately needs it.

Outside of that, this girl loves to gossip. Tell her all about the drama you're dealing with or about the people you just don’t like, she eats that shit up. Likewise, she’ll also “spill the tea” as the kids say. She’s got a lot of people and things to tell you about, both big and small. Just promise to not blab to others about those she complains about. She already has to deal with too much weird shit to have time to deal with additional drama from other people.

Flannery is, like, an og waifu, or something like that. Anyways I like her because her design is sick and so is her gym aesthetic (at least in oras). Girlypop is confident in her abilities but she also only has a vague idea of what she’s doing and is just trying her best.

Being a rookie gym leader is hard, even if she is highly skilled. More importantly, it’s stressful. Thankfully, Lavaridge has a hot spring, giving her a perfect way to relax at the end of the day, and she is borderline desperate for you to join her. Listen, she just radiates disaster lesbian. Being in your presence helps her unwind as is, so pairing you up with the hotspring makes her melt. 

She is very dedicated to her training and would love it if you were to join her sometime. Be warned, it gets uncomfortably hot and you will most likely regret it almost immediately, so be prepared. She doesn’t ask you to join her because she doesn’t want you to accidentally strain yourself due to how rigorous it gets, but she’d let you if you asked (after warning you of how difficult it would be, of course).

She seems like someone that would enjoy hiking. Conveniently, there is a volcano right nearby to track up. Flannery desperately wants you to come with her because it would give her a chance to share something she loves with someone she loves. Don’t worry about getting tired, she will carry you up the remainder of the track, no sweat. When you make it to the top (or just find a clearing to rest at), you get to gaze at the beautiful scenery with her. 

Okay I now realize that I didn’t do much outside of the first point to show how much of a disaster she is but she just like… is. I cannot explain it, that is just the vibe she has. So even if she seems confident and held together in your presence, she is screaming in her head because you’re so pretty and she loves you AAAAA.

Oh shit I forgot about Tymeand Ryme for the gilf section of the last headcanon post fuck. Uhhhhh, I like them in the same way as the other gilfs in that they’re cool but ultimately they are funny little grandmas, so here comes your grandma posting.

Like the others, Tyme would totally bake you cookies and while eating them would help you do math. I don’t care if you’re not taking some kind of math class or if you're a student at all, she is going to help you do math. Someone has to teach you how to do your taxes, right? If that is not enough to entice you, then perhaps you would like to see her very cool rock collection, because she would totally have one, and a big one at that. Unrelated, but if you give her any kind of rock she could identify it immediately and would also cherish it dearly.

Ryme is the cool grandma. She doesn’t have time to bake cookies (she isn’t very good at it), but she makes up for it in other ways. You want to see a band or artist live? Just tell her, she’ll find a way to get you to that concert. She’d also let you get away with a lot of things, letting you off easy where others would be upset. Like, if you got into a fight with someone, she would lightly scold you then immediately ask if you won. She’d be really proud if you did and would comfort you if you didn’t. Also teaches you how to rap, but that much should be obvious.

Hopefully this is the last of the grandma posting because if I do this again it means I forgot someone else and I don’t think I did. I guess if there’s one major appeal to the gilfs it’s the domesticity of them? Like, you get the ideal of living your life alongside one another for such a long time, which is the dream, really. Girl I don’t know I’m gonna get back to regular unhinged scenarios sorry about this.

One professor was not enough for one post apparently because I wanna talk about Professor Juniper, the original hot professor. Ever the reliable woman, she will do all she can to lend a hand should you need it, but in return you need to put up with her deciding to do things before confirming with the other people involved beforehand.

Unlike most professors, Juniper has another professor to rely on, that being the other Juniper, so she does have a bit more free time on her hands. That being said, she is often doing things for other people, so she is pretty much as busy as the others. But because she’s just helping out other people and not completing research, she is definitely more accessible. Not going to say that she would hold off on helping someone to come help you if you were to need it, but she would do that (assuming that what she was doing before wasn’t urgent).

She loves to travel around the region, and would love it if you joined her. It’s not really a date, but it’s good quality time. Most of it is taken up by her rambling about the Pokemon that can be found in the area. She would also love it if you lent her a hand in her research. It’s a fun and cute little bonding activity, and it means you can spend more time together afterwards.

Like Sonia, the idea of rocking up to a lab only to be met by the professor and her loving wife is a very powerful one, but Sonia remains more powerful. After all, Juniper doesn’t usually give kids their starters in person, nor does she have an assistant whom she and her wife can semi-adopt.

As a side note, I considered using her first name because she has one, but I don’t know if that is common knowledge. It pops up at the very beginning of B2W2, but I didn’t realize it was there until, like, two days ago. 

Oh my God I forgot about Professor Magnolia because she isn’t even on my list of characters. I am so upset. And no I’m not going to fix this my moving her up to be with Tyme and Ryme because I need it to be known that I fucked this up here’s your grandma posting again and if I mess this up for a fourth time I’m going to be so upset with myself.

Magnolia is just a chill grandma. She always has cookies in her kitchen to give to Sonia. I’m pretty sure they live together so it’s not like she’s visiting her, but she feels that her granddaughter should always have access to finely made cookies. If you were to come over, she would break them out along with tea and have a surprisingly intellectual conversation. She may have given the professor title to Sonia, but she continues to delve into research, if nothing to fulfill her own self-interest.

These visits are especially interesting if you were, say, dating Sonia. She would give you all kinds of stories from when she was growing up. They aren’t particularly embarrassing, per say, but they usually embarrass Sonia anyways. She’s happy that her granddaughter has found both a path in life and someone to spend it with. In general, she would be interested in you as a person. She wants to have a good relationship with her future granddaughter-in-law, after all!

I swear to God if I forget another grandma (besides Cogita because I already write about her plenty) I’m going to lose it.

Let’s end this one with Misty. She’s normally sweet and bright, but she has a tendency to get snappy when annoyed, which tends to leave a greater impression on people than her regular nature since she easily gets frustrated.

Like all gym leaders, she has lots of responsibilities and is busy and also has an affinity for the type she uses. This is especially true for her since most of her designs are just swimsuits (good for you girlie). She will take you on walks all over Cerulean, as well as swimming in the water surrounding it. It’s her happy place, and she gets really annoyed when people interrupt the tranquil moment.

Sorry to say that it usually falls to you to keep her temper down in those situations. Remind her that it’s probably just a challenger looking to continue their journey and that you’ll get to continue your little date when she’s done. She’s still going to be annoyed, but it’s hard for her to remain bitter when she knows she gets to spend more time with you soon.

At some point, she wants to leave Cerulean and its gym for a while in order to go on a journey of her own. When she does, she wants you to come with her. Nothing sounds better to her than getting lost (metaphorically, she can’t stand actually getting lost) in nature with you by her side. Hopefully you don’t have something that could fry her bike because that would be pretty unfortunate.

I would say her sisters are supportive but they aren’t really there enough to know much about you. Sorry Misty. It’s a shame that they’ve been on the same cruise for twenty years. Someone should really check in with them.

#pokemon x reader #fem reader #im so fucking hyped for future reedemed #i am going to know what riku is even if it kills me #anyways probably not going to be writing in awhile #so don't expect many more posts in the immediate future #incoming tag hell #sonia x reader #plumeria x reader #shauna x reader #zisu x reader #iono x reader #flannery x reader #professor juniper x reader #misty x reader #gilf posting #think i got them all #i dont think half of these are tags but whatever #i will fill these tags myself i guess

[floaromaxtowns]

For the fandom edition asks, can I ask for G, I and Q <3

Ask me: FANDOM EDITION [Accepting]

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

OKAY SO I started shipping all the way back in 2006-7 when Youtube was the new hot shit around, and I was an itty bitty kid on early internet. Whom had Pokemon and Sonic as her main big interests at the time. I'm forever thankful for those old as fuckkkkkk tribute videos, with the biggest bops from that era. Although, I'm unable to pinpoint which ship I stumbled upon first, so I consider I started shipping them at around the same time: Rival Barry/Dawn (Twinleafshipping) and Shadow the hedgehog/Tikal the echidna (Shadikal).

FUN FACT- I have been SO long into Twinleafshipping that when I first saw it, Barry had YET to receive his official name for either Japanese and English versions. Gen 4 had YET to be released in the west, and we still didn't even know all the pokemon species introduced in it. So, the fandom nicknamed him as Damion, and for the longest time that's how we called him by. Until his official name was revealed.

And my very first queer ship was Alucard/Richter Belmont from Castlevania. That was mindblowing for sb who lived in a country, where even to this day same-sex couples and lgbtq topics are treated as a taboo.

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

I got into Tumblr all the way back in 2015 BECAUSE of my hyperfixation on League of Legends, and by 2017 I was done with the entire franchise. I can't say I blame tumblr entirely for me falling out of love with LoL, there were a number of factors that caused me to distance myself from it (the fact I had stopped playing the game altogether, bc my computer couldn't run it anylonger). But I can say that LoL's fandom is already infamously toxic as it is, and on Tumblr that shit becomes unhinged. And I'm certain that since the inception of Arcane, that fandom must have got even worse.

The only reason we don't hear that much about it nowadays is bc, there is now actual competition for the prize of 'the worst community'. Genshin Impact somehow managed to speedrun those levels of toxicity and unhingedness.

It was through LoL's fandom on tumblr I first saw the lengths, some not-sound of mind individuals are willing to go, to """defend""" their ships. It was the first time I saw anyone receive genuine hate and death threats, just bc they didn't sign up to the popular and most wide spread ship. And I heard through a friend of mine who is still into LoL, that side of the community truly became the worst, thanks to Arcane. Bc now you got a bunch of motherfuckers who never touched the game, wanting to weight in on shit from ppl who aren't interested in the animated show.

Im gonna spread hate on League of Legends, Arcane and anything else related to it LOL

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

It's really difficult for me to drop any ship... At all. So much so, I don't recall dropping any ship in my previous fandoms (Pokemon/Star wars/Castlevania). I may not focus on some ships as compared to others, but that's mainly due to me likely having folks to talk about another ship. But I'm still most definetely a shipper.

As such, I think the very first case of me genuinely dropping a ship happened in the Saint Seiya fandom LOL. I've mentioned it a few times, I shipped Sha.ka/M.u for maybe at most 15 days. It was literally the very first ship I came across, and I genuinely loved how pretty ppl's works for the ship were. Then, the more I dug into StS' lore & content. The more I realized how this couple has little to NO actual substance to offer (by which I mean those two characters literally barely interact with one another, in the entire series).

It actually took me awhile to find out about Aldebaran/Mu, and when I did...

Nevermore looked back at it since LOL.

My theory as to why that ship is massively popular bc most of its fans likely are going off their really vague memories of watching the show, in their childhoods. And solely bc those characters look really good together (I'll give it that, their aesthetic is nice. But that's all you get bc LOL). And they feel entitled to crapping/disrespecting other ships, just bc popular ship brainrot behavior uwu.

#[ rambles ] #thank you for the ask! #attacking-those-pesky-kyojins #long post

[explodingcelebi]

Alright, this is gonna be a bit of a stretch here, but...I love a little bit of crazy. And @sparklingdemon's "Nasty Plot" Celebi exudes enough crazy that I had to borrow the concept. (this is probably gonna show up in your activity, so hi, i am so sorry)

My take on the character to fit in the Halftime pub 'verse is named Anne, who serves as the pub chef. Despite access to all sorts of cutting tools and accessories, she still keeps the stake. Her murderous tendencies are untamed, even trying to backstab her coworkers...many of which are undead and unphased by the attempts. Now, as chef, she can act innocent about poisoning the food she makes, though she's often cut short by another coworker whose job is to keep her from harming the customers. Says something about how dangerous she is.

More under the cut.

Anne originally didn't have a name when she showed up to the Halftime pub. She was already content with her life, one of backstabbing others - quite literally - and though she was blamed, no consequences ever befell her. She'd quietly dispose of eggs at Daycares, 'eliminate' Pokemon right from under their trainer's eyes...and each time, she didn't make herself hidden. She was merely there, with that shining halo above her head. A picture of innocence, indeed. That didn't last long, though; despite not being punished, she was let go from many a trainer who tried to tame her. Each was just a new victim for her to terrorize, and their Pokemon the means of which to do so. She cast away the quiet and seclusive life a normal Celebi would have for the sheer thrill of her horrific exhibitionism, and she reveled in the stares she got when she was willfully caught red-handed.

But that changed when she was caught by a trainer who didn't really much care for her antics. Their Pokemon didn't seem to matter to them, only giving her a blank expression and going about their way as if nothing had happened. Instead, their attention was more focused on cooking using their plentiful amounts of berries...what was she to do, to get the reaction she wanted out of them? Their bag was quite secure on their body, and she couldn't very well steal them by sticking her hand in there. Moreover, there were hundreds of them in their bag - she couldn't possibly do away with every one of them without directly confronting her trainer. That was one of her rules. So she sat, biding her time, thinking of what to do, watching her trainer bake those berries. Poffins, pokeblocks...she watched her trainer make them all. And eventually that sparked curiosity in the more humane side of her; though she would have rather enjoyed just ditching her trainer for another easy target, there was another side of her that rather liked this period of time of learning something else. Perhaps instead of merely destroying or killing to get her high, she should create - beat her trainer in their own game.

Fast forward, she's now the head chef of the Halftime pub, due in part to this experience and being the only one of the crew with the prerequisite limbs and ability. While she does enjoy cooking, still believing she should be better than her previous trainer, she still keeps her deadly persona (always keeping her stake on her person at all times), as well as her enjoyment of acting innocent when things go awry. Because of the many ways she could accomplish this - and knowing, at least in the vicinity of the Halftime pub, that many beings are already dead and thus her backstabbing tactics are ineffective - she's usually watched to ensure she doesn't try anything crazy. She'll still try stabbing people with her stake, but she's also added food poisoning and deliberately giving wrong orders to her repertoire of "things to act innocent about". At the very least, she does get enjoyment out of the many faces that do come in, finding it easier when victims come to her rather than her finding them, but she does get rattled rather easily by her coworkers. When she's not acting innocent, she's crass, bitter, and often just wants to be left alone; and when she's not allowed to be alone, she gets irritable and angers easily. Still, she's good at her job and doesn't crumble under pressure, and she's consistent enough to where a good flow of orders usually pacifies her worst qualities.

She finds Ellis to be too sad to try to prank, finding his...physique, to be rather grotesque and not worth dirtying her stake. As a waiter, he regularly comes in contact with Anne, but despite this she tries to keep her distance. Her avoidance of Ellis has started the rumor that she might be afraid of him, or at the very least disturbed by his very much still-living body despite his...features. Regardless of what one might believe, the astute will notice she never points her stake at Ellis whenever he's near, and she insults him the least.

Mute has often been found with Anne's stake stuck in her hair, likely due to her getting more insulted than Ellis despite having the same jobs. When Mute tries to be positive, Anne is quick to dampen the mood, finding joy in opposing the half-Celebi at every turn possible. Anne attempts to poison or sabotage meals Mute handles more often than any other, just so Mute takes the fall for it and so she can put on her innocent face. When confronted about their relationship, Anne stated that she "just doesn't like her face".

If it were just Ellis and Mute she had to interact with, she could manage going a day without causing trouble. But with Snowy's presence, that all changes; she very much opposes his sociability and will often quip within earshot about how much she dislikes him. His attempts at probing the reasoning why Anne likes being alone, or why she likes doing the things she does, all end in failure as she vehemently opposes opening herself up. Those conversations usually end with a silent stare, but Snowy's influence still reaches her, planting seeds of doubt in her mind that she can't shake, making her even more irritable when she wants to rebut but can't find the words to whenever she gets agitated enough to keep talking. As such, she hates talking to him, but she knows that he, being undead, won't really be affected all that much by her stake. Still, she loves trying, just to see if it will work and shut him up.

Max is usually assigned to watch both her and the door, ensuring she won't get away with deliberately poisoning food for no reason. He's good at catching her, earning her ire with every failed attempt. Though his attention is usually divided, she can't help but think there's more to Max than meets the eye, considering how he almost always catches her in the act, whether she's being looked at or not. One time she tried her best to sneak up on him with her stake only to get reprimanded instantly, being tossed to the wall with a powerful Psychic, all without even a glance. Figuring he must have heightened senses, she's unable to get away with her plans to humiliate Mute or Snowy. The few times that she does get poisoned food out, Max is usually the one to stop it from being eaten as it heads out. She'd love to crack that head open to see just what makes him tick...

Doom is one Celebi that Anne hates dealing with above all others. She can tolerate the existence of the other employees, but the culinary side of her is dependent on Doom's success, which varies just enough to be too inconsistent and unsatisfactory for Anne. Unlike the others, Doom can match Anne's words in ferocity and emotion, leading to the two often having heated arguments. Snowy often joins these arguments on Anne's side, but despite the two having the same goal, she makes it a point that she wants Doom to be successful for her own benefit and not Snowy's. Still, she's usually kept busy enough that she can only moan and groan about what Doom brings, and while she'd love to take a day to join her to "show how you REALLY deal with Manectric that get too close", she knows she can't abandon her position for jollies. When Doom's wails fill the pub after calming down, Anne tries to keep herself busy to not show her face, but to say that the crying doesn't impact her would be false. Anne never had to deal with sadness or grief, and considering how the two are very much alike in personality, she feels a kinship between them - though she keeps this secret, never admitting that overhearing Doom's past once nearly drove her to tears.

#tec art #tec refs #halftime pub #pokemon #celebi #anne #creepypasta #pokepasta #nasty plot #pokemon oc #poke oc #ocs #creepy #blood

[arvensimp]

Content

Look I made you some content! Simp made you your favorite, open wide. Here comes the content. It's a beautiful day for a silly little ficlet to warm back up to writing again lol

gn!reader, no gendered pronouns used. Pure fluff. Slightly suggestive themes, nothing explicit.

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Arven isn't a furnace, per say, but he's definitely warm. You learn that quickly during your first night together. He's warm and soft in all the best ways. His kisses are gentle, tentative, hesitant. It's only when you press his cheeks between loving palms, your thumbs rubbing smooth circles along his stubbled skin as you tell him explicitly: "Hey, you're good. I like you, and this is fun." That he starts to gain a bit more confidence.

He's still not quite...boisterous. That's not really him. But he's present, not as nervous or flighty.

You don't "make love" that night, but you're certainly loving to one another as you learn your bodies. Timid caresses gain traction, and whispered sighs get louder. Kisses become a bit more heated.

No, it wasn't love making, but love was there.

That's why the next morning, you feel for his warmth, that soft rigidity and stability of him under your hand.

You're met with soft, cool pillows and blankets instead.

Your eyes blearily open.

Arven isn't there.

You roll over.

He isn't in your bathroom if the ajar door is anything to go by.

Had you pushed him too far?

Your mind panics, going over the details of the night again. You'd both checked in with one another constantly. Had...had he not felt comfortable? Was he not comfortable enough with you to say no?

You flop over again, rather ungracefully to try and grab your phone, but it was away from the charger overnight and died. Fainted? What...what do rotom phones do exactly? Was there a rotom buzzing around your apartment right now, escaped from the confines of a smart phone?

Whatever, there's more pressing matters.

You plug the device in with near shaking hands.

It slowly starts to charge, and you heave a sigh as you stand. You can't turn it back on with such a low battery anyway. Might as well grab a bite from the kitchen. Maybe bread and jam or something. Maybe you could make Arven something...like a peace offering? Something to show you didn't mean to upset him?

The man can be so unsure of himself at times.

You pad softly into the kitchen and are met with the sight of your Pokemon out of their balls and bouncing around the dining area. You jolt in surprise as they rush you.

"Well good morning!" You greet the one who made it to you first.

"Good morning!" Comes a voice from around the kitchen corner.

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of it, barely holding back an embarrassingly high pitched noise of surprise.

Arven rounds the corner, his fluffy hair pulled back into a low ponytail, though there's still his usual bit of fringe falling over his face. In his hands is a silver mixing bowl and one of your whisks.

"You're good with omelettes for breakfast, right?" He asks you, easy as anything.

You only realize you're staring when he pauses, a bit of color dusting his single visible cheek.

"Is...is this okay?" He asks, and you can almost see the confidence of earlier drain from him like sand through a sieve.

"Uh..." You falter. "Y-Yes!" You try to snap back quickly before he fully retreats into a shuckle shell. "Sorry, I just... Haha, I... I woke up alone..." You shift your weight a bit, then move closer over to him, approaching the breakfast bar that divides you.

"I thought maybe I scared you off or something? I was already plotting ways to, I dunno...try to win you back or something."

Arven laughs, and the confidence seems to return. Good. It suits him.

"Win me back? Huh... Maybe you should make breakfast then." He sets the bowl down on the countertop, leaning over it a bit with a smirk on his face.

It's then that you notice the frilly apron covering his otherwise bare chest.

He must've found the thing in the back of your pantry, some gag gift that you'd been given ages ago.

Once again, you can't help but stare, making Arven laugh all the more.

"What? You don't like it? I dunno, I kinda feel like Saguaro in this, ya know?"

He flexes comically, but you absolutely can't deny the muscle he's built up over the years. He might not be as jacked as your teacher was, but...

Well, there's a reason you keep staring.

He picks up on this easily enough, laughs, and takes the bowl and whisk back off the counter.

"Don't worry. I'll finish breakfast this time, but you owe me an omelette next time, kay?"

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #trainer arven #rival arven #arven pokemon #arven #pkmn arven

[drawingpad-studios]

Anyways, a few posts after my past sprite edits of the final designs for As Thin As Paper. Here's more.

Content warning for blood and such, which y'all probably already know if you've been keeping up with my As Thin As Paper posts

Tretone:

Basically yeah, sense Tretone had 2-3 stages(if you count being fucking dead as a stage) of appearance, I thought it would be interesting if the bugs and glitches would mix up the sprites. Resulting in a painful sensation of being ripped apart, limp from limb. Since he's a Crevon and those are basically just demons, I would like to think he would survive this. Keeping a spell on his heart, which is the whole note on fire on the concept art, to keep it going and trying to keep his body together so that he could survive and potentially overcome the corruption. With his design, it's pretty obvious it didn't work. And that's pretty much the effect the bugs and glitches had on him. It was pretty fun to draw.

Here's the 6th chapter boss, with the idea of by the end of chapter 5, you would have been chased down to Sphaiano Spire. He would really have one of the least appearances in his particular chapter, mainly because of his size compared to the doors and such of the spire. Maybe being able to send down a spell or two, or maybe trying to grab at you. Basically this chapter will be like those early gen pokemon gyms before the gym leader, especially the gyms that have more than the members as obstacles in the maze.

Antagon:

This boy has EMOTIONAL DAMAGE.

Okay jokes aside, this is technically idea 2 for Antagon and Antagamom. Originally I had it where Antagamom was the one alive, with her flames turning her into a bear because she's like a "mama bear" in the original game, and the one grieving the other's death with her holding her son's heart and crown(?) thing. The whole idea of them was just "Why don't I make this family grieve". But sense I didn't really like the design I did for Antagamom, I decided to swap them and make Antagon the alive one. Taking inspiration from Onion Cookie from the game Cookie Run Kingdom, where he has a plushie(that looks like the fire element on the cards) that's possessed(by his mom) and his tears make him cry more.

Practically what happened to him was that, since he and his mom are Torchkin, I would imagine the bugs and glitches would change their fire into real fire. With his mom being burned to ashes, and Antagon almost fully burning away until Duskkar "helped" him by somehow stabilizing the flame and his body. It didn't take away the pain of the flames though. Now, under the belief that Duskkar could help his mom, he's basically just wandering around looking for her(either for each piece of ash or maybe in his hopeful heart maybe her actual body that he hopes there is a slight chance of not having been burned up fully). Sad shit times.

Sense he isn't really aggressive, with unintentionally hurting others with his tears and fire, chapter 7 isn't really that dangerous. In fact Antagon is gonna be a part of your party while you're in this chapter, since he thinks you're gonna help him find his mom, with a small random chance of him accidentally hurting you and your "party" during the random encounters. It's kinda like one of those "Bring something somewhere" missions(I forgot the actual term ATM). By the end of Chapter 7, you will find Duskkar, who will scare Antagon to not be around you and use Antagon to battle you. From inspiration of a drawing I rebloged by @theothergueck , Duskkar would basically use Antagon as a flamethrower; covering one of your options during random times, hurting Antagon to get more flames, etc and etc. to end this battle, you got to attack Duskkar until he's at half health, Kill Antagon(if you're going for a genocide route), or "passify" Duskkar somehow.

Lanter:

Basically, I had no idea better than this design. Had the thought of a sort of headless horseman, with his head being able to come off, along with being chained like "The One Who Waits" from The Cult of Lamb. Yeah this is definitely one of the designs where it's obvious I was losing steam for the concept arts.

Basically, he and Duskkar were some of the first people that the Bugs and Glitches targeted. Seeing his cousin being turned into a monster with the bugs and glitches amplifying his shown negative traits, Lanter tried to stop Duskkar. This led to a battle, where; Duskkar won, took Lanter's light in his pumpkin head, and chained his cousin to the room where you originally saw 1x/Tess in the original game. After a while of pulling and tugging at the chains, the chains still held but the ground that the chains were connected to pooped off. Once freed, while Duskkar's "help" to the others had no care in it, Lanter at least tried to make things better whenever he tried to help the others. Like when he Sewed Back together an orange haired girl that was torn to shreds.

While he does have a chapter, which is like chapter 10, he will appear throughout the game as a harmless merchant. Where you can buy some cards, weapons, tips, and healing items, and you can sell him some stuff too. By the time you get to his chapter, his chapter will be adorned with certain stuff you sold to him. Especially his battle. Practically, you're setting the difficulty of his chapter when selling certain items. Not every item, but specific items like certain weapons or something.

#super paper roblox #sprite edit #digital art #art #as thin as paper #tretone #Antagon #Lanter #cw blood

[feroluce]

[joltik] because I feel like having my teeth rot out

🤍🖤Blankship Ask List 🖤🤍

[joltik] what kind of dates would they go on, if any?

I ended up writing a whole dramatic little drabble for it under the read-more haha. But they live in Nimbasa, the city of entertainment, so they have a lot of choices!

Unfortunately, though, that also means it's heavily commercialized, so just about everything you could do costs money. This is fine now; Ingo and Emmet run their own battle facility and they're the big bosses at the top of the food chain! They do pretty well for themselves. But when they were too young to have jobs or a lot of savings, it was kind of disheartening to see all this fun stuff always going on in the city and not be able to do any of it.

So when they were kids, Ingo and Emmet often had little "dates" along routes 5 and 16 on either side of Nimbasa City. Route 4 to the south was too dangerous due to the constant desert storms, but they were allowed to head east or west without supervision. Route 5 was a lot of fun, since it was constantly full of street performers. The twins could go there any day of the week and see all manner of artists, dancers, musicians, singers, everything!

And this is how they first find out about the Gourmet Maniac, a woman along route 5 who buys gourmet ingredients for good prices. Ingo and Emmet scrape up what they can, a few berries here and there, but common ingredients like that just don't get a lot of money. They can afford to walk down the streets and get cheap pastries after saving for a while, but that's it. Emmet huffs about it, because he thinks that Ingo deserves better. Ingo insists he's fine with it. As long as they're together, Ingo is content.

And then one morning Ingo wakes up and Emmet is gone.

Which is already unusual in and of itself because Emmet is a creature of habit and he always makes breakfast when he gets up. But there's no food in the kitchen, and even more worrying, no one knows where he went. He didn't even tell Ingo he'd be gone, and they're barely ever apart.

Ingo stays home and waits, and waits, and waits and waitsandwaits.

The streetlights come on, and Emmet still isn't home.

Ingo can't wait anymore, and goes looking.

He ends up in Lostlorn Forest, his little lantern barely making a dent in the dark, with the eerie cries of wild pokemon surrounding him. Ingo is terrified, but if Emmet really is in there somewhere, he must be even more terrified, and that's enough to give him the courage to press on.

"Emmet?" Nothing.

"Emmet!!" Nothing.

"EMMETTTTTTTT!!!" And then a scream.

And Ingo takes off running.

He vaults over fallen trees, through puddles and ditches, slides down cliffs and slopes. When he gets to the source of all the screaming and crying, he sees a tall dark figure in someone else's lantern light. And on the other side of it...

Emmet is on the ground, backed against mud and rocks, face wet with tears and blood while he wails and pleads that it was an accident, I didn't mean to, just let me go and I'll go, I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go, let me go, please-

Ingo trembles as he slowly raises his lantern higher, and the light reveals red and black fur,

long, sharp claws,

snarling white teeth,

and cold, furious eyes that reflect the light.

Glaring down at him is the biggest, angriest Zoroark Ingo has ever seen.

He takes a shaky step back as it turns its full attention to him, towering over him. His heart thunders and the roar of it drowns out Emmet's yelling, trying to catch the Zoroark's attention again. So when Ingo backs into the tall grass, he doesn't hear anything, but he does feel soft fur against his ankle.

Hidden in the brush is a baby Zorua, nursing a wounded paw, as though someone had accidentally kicked or stepped on it.

Emmet is still yelling, now trying to gain his footing in all the slick mud, but the Zoroark has completely forgotten about him, because now there's a new threat much closer to her child.

Ingo looks down at the Zorua, curled up as small as possible. Up at the Zoroark, growling and with its claws raised. And finally at Emmet, who stares right back at him, who shouldn't have been here alone in the first place because Ingo should have been with him, who is the one person Ingo would do anything for.

So Ingo snatches up the Zorua and he runs.

He doesn't have to look back to see if the Zoroark follows, he doesn't dare to slow down to anyway, because he can hear it crashing through the overgrowth behind him. The little Zorua in his grip cries in alarm, bites and claws at his arms, and it hurts but Ingo doesn't dare drop it yet, he needs to lead them further away from Emmet.

But Lostlorn Forest has its name for a reason, and Ingo loses his way and stumbles right into a dead end, the enraged Zoroark not far behind cutting through saplings like a machete. Ingo drops the Zorua, prays that'll be enough, and then goes diving into a hole in a hollow tree.

He turns off his lantern and the world goes completely and utterly black.

There are footsteps out on the path, and then in front of the tree, claws raking on rough bark, and Ingo covers his mouth and nose with his hands, desperately trying to keep silent while tears slip down his cheeks, but now there is something breathing there in the darkness with him, he can just imagine a dripping maw splitting wide with so, so many sharp teeth to devour him whole, all he can do is tell himself don't scream, don't scream, don't make a sound, it's right there in front of him, he can sense it, just don't scream-

The Zorua bleats, and the world pauses. Ingo barely dares to breathe.

Footsteps retreat away from the tree, the intense darkness lightening up just a little, and Ingo finally feels like he can relax when he hears the Zoroark cooing as it leaves, child in tow.

He goes back the way he came and manages to find Emmet pretty easily, running down the path the Zoroark had carved and screaming for Ingo like he is. They run into each other's arms so fast they bowl the other right over with the force of their hug and poor Emmet bawls. He's been lost in the forest all day and he's wet and cold, he's hungry, he's exhausted, he's had like five adrenaline dumps in the last fifteen minutes.

"I was scared it was gonna eat y-youuuuuuuu!!" Ingo had been scared to death it would eat him too, but he doesn't want to say that now, while Emmet is wailing into his shoulder. Because he'd been even more scared when he'd heard Emmet screaming, he thought he was going to find him dead.

So instead he clings to Emmet until their sobs quiet into sniffles and then takes inventory and checks his little brother over. Emmet is covered in tiny scratches, like he'd been rooting around in the underbrush all day, Ingo doesn't have enough band-aids in his pockets to cover them all. His shoes and socks are basically two big blocks of mud around his feet. The only clean thing on him is his backpack.

After Ingo is done with the scratches, Emmet insists on tending to all the cuts and bite marks on Ingo's arms from the Zorua. ("You had bandages and weren't going to use them on yourself?" "You need some, too, Nii-san.") As they try to pick their way out of the forest, Ingo tries a few different times to carry Emmet's backpack for him. He's so exhausted he's walking slower than Ingo, and doesn't even have his usual toy soldier gait. But Emmet bats him away every time, insisting that he's fine, he wants to carry it, it's a surprise for Ingo later. He never lets go of Ingo's hand though.

They finally come across some Hiker that asks what two little kids are doing wandering in the woods by themselves and both immediately start crying haha

After they finally get home and are done being cleaned up and fussed over, Emmet at last brings his backpack over to show Ingo his new treasure.

"Close your eyes," Emmet tells him. So Ingo obediently puts his hands over his face as he listens to the zipper unzip and the fabric rustle, "Hold out your hands," Ingo keeps his eyes closed but he holds out his hands. "OK, OK, open them!"

There's a? Mushroom in his hands? A huge one. Bigger than anything he's ever actually eaten before. It's not the only one, either, the backpack is stuffed with them.

Emmet had done all that for mushrooms?

"That Gourmet Lady on the street with all the performers. She'll pay a lot for big mushrooms! Nii-san, we're gonna be rich! I can take you to really cool places now! I'll take you to ride the train! I'll take you up on the big ferris wheel! I'll buy you those really good pastries that you like and you can even have one all by yourself, we won't have to share anymore!"

Oh, Emmet had done all that for him.

Ingo gets overwhelmed enough to cry one last time while they crawl into the same bed, because there's no way either of them is sleeping apart tonight, their little nightlight projecting stars over their ceiling, bandaged hands finding each other under the covers. ♡

#pokemon emmet #pokemon ingo #subway master ingo #blankshipping #submas #zoroark #Zorua #ask #answer #anon #blankshipping ask list #joltik #dates #my fics #kinda sorta not really a fic but yknow haha #sorry anon I know you said you wanted your teeth to rot #but this thought attacked my brain and would not let go #like a zoroark on a little kids arm smzjmsksjx #Emmet just wanting to be able to take his niisan nice places... #they're such sweethearts ♡ #they're both very devoted to each other even before their feelings turn romantic/they realize their feelings have always been romantic #they're still young and can barely tell the difference yet and this will be something they bicker about when they're older #which of them romantically liked the other first haha #emmet #ingo