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Pedro Pascal with his aunt Inés Pascal

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Merry Christmas @nancydrewwouldnever @aimlessmusingsfrommymind

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[tlou-pt3]

DID WE JUST SEE DINA?!?!?

and shimmer! showrunners are feeding us rn

#screaming crying #this was the memory dina talked about in part 2 #all the tie ins from pt 2 this season are making me cry #tlou hbo #the last of us #tlou spoilers #ellie williams #bella ramsey #pedro pascal #joel miller #tlou #the last of us spoilers #ellie x dina #dina tlou #tlou part 2

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PEDROS GONNA BE ON HOT ONES WHEEEE

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#FINALLY #COME INE SEAN DONT MISS #this interviews gonna be lit #pedro pascal

[sinofwriting]

Points Have Been Made - Charles Leclerc/Reader/Max Verstappen

Words: 3,363 Summary: Max and Charles find out something happened to their girlfriend. Note(s): Thank you Mak for commissioning this! Mentions of medical stuff, infertility (not reader). One German word, one Dutch word, some French words. Jenson Button appears in this fic, because uh, well, I love him and honestly, I’d like to think (write) him having a weird soft spot for Max (and Charles) after seeing him more recently around Logan.

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“Max.” He lets out a hum, his focus on the car and racing line into turn nine. “Box box.” “What?” His eyes flick up to where a yellow or red flag would be waved but there isn’t anything. “I’ve only done three laps on these tires.” “Box box.” His brows furrow beneath his helmet and balaclava at the non-answer.

Pulling off the track and into the pit lane, his fingers tap against the wheel as they pull his car back into the garage. He sits there expecting the mechanics to make some sort of adjustments but instead they start doing what they do at the end of a session, cooling the car down, prepping it for its next use.

He feels a slight pressure to the top of his helmet and then GP is in his line of sight, leaning into his space and car, perfectly helping to cover him with the mechanics and engineers, so the camera can’t see inside. “Something happened, Max. Session is over for you.” His heart starts thudding in his chest, panic threatening to overtake him. “What happened?” His voice is muffled by the helmet but he knows that GP hears it from the way his frown deepens. “Out of the car, Max. We’re doing our best to not let cameras see in, but who knows how long that will last.” Max looks at the mechanics and engineers and only now takes note of how they’re standing. It’s a carefully constructed wall, not allowing the cameras to see him at all. “Alright.” He murmurs.

He focuses on his hands as he disconnects the steering wheel, resting it on top of the car before pulling his gloves off. He doesn’t know why but he expects them to be shaking, but they’re perfectly still, like always. Jaw clenched, he stands, bending at the waist to grab the steering wheel and put it back on before hopping out of the car.

It’s odd to take his helmet off, passing it gratefully to Annie who whisks it and his gloves away.

“What happened?” He asks GP again. A hand is pressed against his back, pushing him to walk and he does. Undoing the near too tight collar of the race suit as he walks. It’s only once they’ve nearly disappeared behind the wall, where outside cameras aren’t allowed that GP speaks. “It’s about Y/N.” And the rug disappears out from underneath his feet.

—

“I’m okay, mama. I promise.” She says, tucking the phone between her shoulder and ear as she rubs at her head. “You're sick. And I know that neither Max or Charles is with you.” “I will be okay, I’m a big girl.” “Your my baby.”

Her heart clenches at her mom’s words. All of her friends growing up and even some now all thought of her mother as overbearing, with the weekly phone calls, daily check ins and texts, but she was her mother’s only child. She grew up knowing that she was supposed to have siblings, that she was never supposed to be an only child, but it hadn’t worked that way for her mother and it had made her protective of her only child.

“I know, mama. But I’m okay.” Her words nearly flatter as a wave of dizziness hits her, but she pushes it away, clutching at the counter with her left hand as her right rubs at her temple. “The weather just changed here in Monaco. Y’know how that goes.” Her mom makes a noise, not believing her. “Pascale will be coming over for dinner, to check on me. Charles' orders. Will you believe her?” “Oh, Kindchen.” Her voice is soft, so reminiscent of her childhood. “It is not that I don’t believe you. It is that you are always the last to notice when you are unwell.” “I will be okay and she will text you to update you. Now go to your book club. I know that it is today.” “It’s not a book club!” “It’s a book club, mama.” She laughs, wincing immediately at the way the movement makes her feel unsteady. “I’ll call you first thing tomorrow alright?” “Alright.” She agrees. “Love you.” “I love you too.”

As soon as her mom hangs up, she takes a deep ragged breath. Her hand on her forehead, that’s damp now with sweat which makes her nose wrinkles, grasps at her phone before setting it on the counter.

It’s only when it knocks into something she realizes she’s had her eyes closed and she doesn’t know for how long. Opening them, she blinks at how bright the kitchen is. Turning her head slowly, her nose wrinkles up again at how the sun is positioned in the sky. No wonder it was so bright.

Letting go of the counter and taking a step towards the living room, she swears when a wave of dizziness rushes over again and she’s clutching at the counter again. The edge of it digging into both of her palms.

“Fuck.” She breathes when it’s passed. She watches as a bead of sweat drips off of her onto arm. She needed a shower. She needed to shower before Pascale got here. With the reminder of Pascale coming in a few hours she takes a few more deep breaths before letting go of the counter and walking.

Only it isn’t just a wave of dizziness that hits her, but a tidal wave and before she can catch herself, she falls to the floor, head hitting the tile hard and knocking her out.

—

“What happened to her?” Max asks, feet seeming to be glued to the floor as GP tries to push him deeper. “GP, what happened?” GP looks around before leaning into his space, a hand on the back of his neck pressing, and Max lets him push his head down. “Pascale found her passed out, she hit her head on the way down. They’re still waiting for test results.” “But,” His mind is whirling, trying and failing to understand what is happening. “Where is Charles?” If GP is surprised by his next question he doesn’t show it. “He’s still out there. He just about told Xavi to fuck himself when Xavi told him to abort his lap.” Normally that would make Max smirk, chuckle but he can’t be bothered. “I need to tell him. He can’t hear it from Xavi or Fred.” “Andrea was going to tell him.” Max shakes his head. “She’s in Monaco. Charles can’t find out by himself.” He looks at GP pleadingly and the older man nods. “I know, go and get out of your race suit and you can go right on over. Fred is expecting you.” Max quickly claps GP on the shoulder. “Thank you. Thank you.” He rushes to say again as he moves quickly to his room.

—

Charles is grinning as his car is pulled into the garage. He doesn’t know what Xavi was thinking, telling him to abandon that lap. It was amazing. And yes he knew that his session was over, cut short due to a new setup that they wanted to try out, but it was fine. This track had always treated him nicely and with this car, it would hopefully even treat him to a win or he mused considering Max, second place.

Climbing out of the car and pulling his gloves and then helmet off, he doesn’t notice the way the engineers and mechanics are blocking the cameras from seeing anything, or the worried looks from Fred and Xavi. He just notices the worry on Andrea’s face when he catches sight of Max, standing just out of sight if you look into the garage, close to where the drivers rooms are. And he does notice the look on Max’s face, it makes his stomach drop and he rushes to him, not even murmuring a thank you to Jean who takes his helmet and gloves from him.

“Max,” he breathes, hands fluttering before they rest gently on his face. “What happened, Mon coeur?” “Charles,” his name is broken up by a stuttered breath. “Did something happen to Sophie? Vic? Luke? Leo? Jos?” Max shakes his head at every name. Dread fills him even more. “Y/N?” Max’s eyes close and he nods. “No.”

“Charles.” Andrea’s voice is in his ear, ushering him forward. “Let’s get you both somewhere private.” He nods, letting his hands fall away from Max’s face, though he can’t help but to grab Max’s hand, intertwining their fingers, needing the touch, and Max clearly does too with the way he squeezes his hand back.

As soon as his driver's room door shuts, Andrea speaks again before Charles can ask anything.

“Pascale called me maybe ten minutes ago. She went over to yours for dinner, to check on Y/N and found her passed out on the kitchen floor.” Charles makes a wounded noise and his already tight grip on Max’s hand grows worse and the barely older man doesn’t even wince or jump. Doesn’t seem to notice. “They’re at the hospital.” Andrea’s voice is somehow even gentler than before when he says it. “They are at?” “Yes.” “Oh, maman.” He murmurs, feeling tears prick his eyes and Max drops his hand, wrapping an arm around him, bringing him close. “They are waiting for test results.” Max says. “GP made me box. He told me and I rushed over here.” “I,” Charles shudders. “Is she okay? I mean she passed out on the floor. How?” “I don’t know. They only just got there or at least that’s what it sounded like.” Charles nodded. “Thank you, Andrea. For getting a hold of GP.” Andrea sends Max a look. “Of course, Max.”

Andrea leaves the room, leaving them alone and Max as soon as the door shuts, wraps Charles completely in a hug, holding him tight as he tries to comfort himself with at least having one of his partners healthy and safe in his arms.

“I,” Charles struggles again. “I should call someone to go be with maman. She shouldn’t be there alone. Not at least till I can get there.” “Charles,” Max starts to say and Charles shakes his head, pushing away. “No, Max. I know it is a race weekend. But it is just a two-hour flight away, I can be back before qualifying if it is not too bad.” “Charles,” he tries again. “I have to go. I can’t just be here while she is unwell.” “Charles,” and this time Max is holding his face, making him incapable of speaking. “I am going with you. Fuck the race. If it is bad, it is not like we will lose our spots in the championship. Everyone else is more than forty points behind, we will be fine. Let me call my pilot, the jet will be ready by the time we get to the airport.” “Merci, Max.” Charles breaths, pressing their lips together. “Merci.”

—

“Pascale?” She mumbles when she opens her eyes and sees the woman sitting beside her. “Did I fall asleep?” She tries to sit up but her head aches, making her groan, and Pascale is gently pushing her back down. “Lay down, sweetheart.” “What?” Her eyes wander around the room as she realizes this isn’t her, Max, and Charles shared place. It’s far too clean, sterile. She tries to lift her arm and winces when there’s a tugging sensation. Her eyes fall to her arm and more confusion builds as she sees an IV. “Pascale, what happened?” “I found you passed out on the kitchen floor.” “But,” she couldn’t have passed out. Right? Her mind struggled to remember it. She knew she had been feeling dizzy, but enough to pass out. “Are we at the hospital?” “We are.” Pascale’s hand pats hers. “I will be right back. I’m going to get the nurse, okay?” She nods and as Pascale darts out the room, her eyes land on someone sitting just outside her room. “Jenson?”

—

“Anything new?” Charles shakes his head, frowning at his phone. “Like before, they knew that she was dehydrated as soon as she came in but they are still waiting for everything else to come back.” “What is taking so long? Is it money?” Max runs his hand through his hair, before he looks at Charles. “Call them, the hospital. Throw your name around, prince of Monaco.” “Max.” Charles hisses. “I am not the prince of Monaco. And I can’t call them. Nothing will happen if I call.” He huffs, slumping back in his seat.

It's silent for a moment.

“Are you,” “Yes, I’m sure, Max.” He reaches over and squeezes Max’s hand before tangling their fingers together, lifting them to give him a kiss. “We will be there soon.”

—

She tries her best to focus on the doctor as they examine her but her eyes keep going to Jenson. Now inside of her room and standing in the corner, arms crossed over his chest as he watches intently.

“You have a mild concussion from the fall. The back of your head will be tender.” “But why did she faint?” The doctor frowns, “Normally I’d have the answer for you. But our lab is abnormally backed up and we are down to one lab technician. As soon as the results are in, I will be back to give them to you.” “Take your time.” She smiles.

Jenson shakes his head when the doctor leaves. “How does Monaco, of all places, have only one lab technician working?” “Jenson, what are you doing here?” He smiles at her, coming closer to her and bending quickly to press a kiss to her cheek. “Max texted me. Asked me to keep you and Pascale company. I was already here in Monaco.” She smiles at the older driver. He and Max’s friendship wasn’t too well known, but they talked often. Then she frowns, because Max had asked him. “Max asked you?” Her eyes then look over at Pascale. “I texted Andrea.” She nods. “Can you tell them I’m okay. There is no need to worry.” “Sweetheart.” “Pascale, I’m okay. I haven’t felt dizzy since I woke up, my head hurts a little from the concussion that’s all.”

Before Pascale can respond her attention is drawn away by the sound of the room door practically being thrown up and two voices on top of each other.

“Cheri!” “Schat!”

—

“We were so worried.” Charles murmurs, holding her face gently. “How is your head feeling?” Max asks, sitting beside her on the bed, arm wrapped around her. “I’m okay.” She smiles at both of them. “My head hurts a bit, but that will go away soon enough.” Charles frowns, fingers gently brushing over her cheekbones, before he drops his hands to hold both of hers. “Are you sure? I’m sure we could get you some meds.” “I’m sure, Prince Charles could get you some meds.” Max whispers in her ear making her laugh while Charles sends him a dirty look, though a smile is playing on his lips. “Don’t listen to him, Cherie.” She smiles at Charles, carefully leaning forward to press their lips together. Before being even more careful as she turns her head to kiss Max.

“Thank you both for coming.” “Of course.” “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Charles and her both look at Max, eyebrows raised. “Okay, I can think of places I’d rather we be.” He admits. Charles shakes his head, “so silly.” He murmurs, leaning across her to kiss Max. “Now, why don’t we have your test results back yet?”

“There’s a backlog.” Jenson says, grinning when Charles jumps at the sound of his voice. “Max sent me over to keep them company as soon as you guys figured out the game plan.” Charles' entire face softens and Max flushes at the look their boyfriend sends him. “And they only have one lab technician.” Max lets out a curse. “Did you try bribing them?” “I could go try if you’d like.” Max starts to nod, but a knock sounds on the door and it opens.

She watches as the doctor blinks at the two new people in her room but ignores them, focusing on her. “I’ve got your results right here. Hypoglycemia. Low blood sugar and I mean very low blood sugar. When’s the last time you ate?” Her brows furrow.

She remembered eating Tuesday night with Max and Charles before they left. A nice dinner that her and Max made, Charles pouring them more drinks or chopping and stirring things. But she had eaten something the next morning hadn’t she? Her head throbs as she thinks, but she ignores it, trying to remember and winces from both the pain and the realization that she hadn’t eaten anything since Tuesday night.

“Tuesday night. I was going to eat breakfast on Wednesday but we were out of my breakfast bars and then I got so busy and I just wasn’t hungry.” “Are you not hungry often?” “Sometimes. But even then I make sure to eat at least one meal a day, I snack throughout. I’ve never done this before.” They nod. “As long as this isn’t a normal occurrence, I don’t see an issue. But, you need to make sure you are eating often. You don’t want to be back in here because you forgot to eat and it made your blood sugar drop.” “Of course. Thank you so much.” They nod. “I’ll get your discharge paperwork done and as soon as you're finished with the bag, you’ll be free to go.”

—

“When are you guys flying back?” She asks, Max’s head in her lap, her fingers combing through his hair as she leans against Charles. Max makes a face. “We won’t be.”

Charles and him had both talked about it as they got Pascale home and she settled in. Their teams would be unhappy, but it wasn’t like they could be overtaken in the championship. They could live. And they had two weeks after this with no racing. Two weeks where they could make sure she was eating, taking care of herself. And she’d be going to the next race anyway. This had been a sort of one-off due to all the things that had piled up at home.

“What do you mean you won’t be?” “We can miss a race. Max is twenty points ahead of me, I am forty-seven points ahead of Oscar.” “I have so many questions about that.” She murmurs, because god what was this season. Checo barely hung onto fourth in the championship with George hunting him down, Lewis and Lando hunting down George. Barely fifteen points collectively separating third to seventh. Charles snorts. “Many people would like to know the same.” “You should go though. Put more of a lead in the points.” Max and Charles share a look, a bit hard with their positions but they manage. “No.” They both agree. “I can survive not even two days. I’ll go stay with Pascale. Have Arthur stay with me. Or Jenson since he’s here in Monaco.” “No.” They say again at the same time. “You are far more important than another twenty-five or eighteen points.” Max continues. She sighs, looking at them both. “Three stubborn people is way too many people in a relationship.” “I think it’s perfect.” “Suck up.” Max coughs and Charles flicks him on the forehead. “Says you.”

“Boys, settle down.” “Love you.” They chorus. She shakes her head, sighing. “If you will not go without me, I will just go with you.” “You have a concussion.” “A mild concussion. And we all know that you have flown before with a concussion, Charles.” He pouts, “it was just once.” “Twice.” Max coughs and Charles flicks him again.

“I will go with you tomorrow. Just please make the flight later than eight am.” “Done.” Max says, already texting his flight crew. “Thank you.” She starts to bend to kiss Max, when her face is redirected to look at Charles and he kisses her. She expects Max to whine but as soon as Charles is done, Max is turning her head the other way, no longer laying in her lap, to kiss her as well.

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The Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 | Masterlist

Hello and welcome to the PMAMC 2024, a Pedro Pascal Character Fanfiction Event!!!!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated and to everyone who interacted with these amazing fics. I had an absolute blast running this little event!

NOTE: Warnings are provided, please read them. Some of these are pure fluff, some are angsty, and some have potentially triggering elements. All fics are tagged appropriately and you are responsible for your own content consumption. MDNI | 18+

AO3 Link | PMAMC 2023 | #PMAMC 2024

Comandante Veracruz

The Bet by @flightlessangelwings Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), pegging, anal, switching, oral (f receiving), overstim, slight roughness, established relationship and safe words, praise, no use of y/n Word count: 2.7k

Dave York

Use Me by @theywhowriteandknowthings Warnings: Reader is a blank slate, no race, age, or other descriptive factors (reader can hold Dave up on the bed). Mentions of M!Masturbation; F!Masturbation; pet names (good girl, Sweetheart); Sub/Dom dynamics; Soft!Dom Dave; face riding; Swiping that nose like an Amex; a little bit of Switch action; derogation (Dave calls reader a slut, reader likes it); degradation kink; praise kink(if you squint?); use of "Sir" for Dave; anal play; use of butt plugs; lots of lube (it's necessary folks!); harness play; strap-on use; pegging; anal penetration with a dildo; food consumption (snacks); food mention (takeout food); aftercare; bathing; they're sappy married idiots in love. Word Count: 5.8k

Dieter Bravo

I'll Try Anything Once by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Warnings: Oral sex M and F receiving, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, unprotected PIV sex, pegging, cumplay, cum swapping, cum swallowing Word Count: 2.5k

Din Djarin

Beautiful Release by @prolix-yuy Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, IT'S PEGGING DIN TIME! Anal sex (m receiving), rough sex, sex toys, fingering (m receiving), handjob, frottage, blowjob, swallowing, cumshot, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), mild dubcon (Reader isn't aware of Din's mental state and stops the session to re-negotiate boundaries), painful sex, sex as self-flagellation, hurt/comfort. Word Count: 4.1k

Ezra

Aquamarine by @for-a-longlongtime Warnings: Established relationship (f/m) plus third (hello, younger!BennyMiller from Triple Frontier!AU), dirty talk, brief masturbation (f and m), fingering (f and m receiving), rimming, anal sex, oral on a strap on, pegging, dildo is referred to as "your cock/dick" repeatedly. Some spit use (no kink).

Frankie Morales

On One Knee, On Two Knees by @beskarandblasters Warnings: f!reader, y’all get engaged, anal fingering, handjob, pegging, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, Frankie is a Good Boy™, no use of y/n Word Count: 1.6k

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

Trussed Up by @wannab-urs Warnings: PEGGING!!! Smut, sex club stuff, dominatrix!reader, dom!reader, sub!Jack, BDSM stuff, everyone is up to date on their STD checks and birth control and such, brief mention of shibari, mommy kink!whiskey but he calls reader “Momma” and also ma’am, reader calls Jack baby, baby boy, and cowboy, rope bunny!Jack, bondage, hog tie (modified), butt plug, spanking, fingering (m receiving), begging, lots of check ins, several uses of  “good boy,” hand job (more so just teasing tbh), riding the cowboy, brief little gentle bite, unprotected PiV (but it’s about as safe as it can get… still don’t do that), creampie, aftercare, cuddling, unprofessional amounts of caring about your client. Word Count: 2.5k

Javi Gutierrez

On the First Date by @max--phillips Warnings: Pegging, obviously. Also, first dates, potentially embarrassing scenario gone very right, oral sex (reader receiving), strap on blowjob, Javi's just excited to be there, and of course some softness thrown in for fun. Word Count: 2.1k

Javier Peña

Pop Goes the Javi by @morallyinept Warnings: Pegging/rimming/anal fingering/anal penetration, M receiving/fingering F receiving/all the glorious butt stuff with Javi's pert lil' butt 🍑 Javi being a drooling mess. Word Count: 4.5k

Marcus Moreno

Same Time Next Week by @magpiepills Warnings: smut. pegging, anal, tit job, hand job, pussy job, sumata, prostate stimulation, anal fingering, sex work, coming untouched, praise kink, slight sub/dom vibes, subspace kind of, erotic massage, pining?? In my fic?? writer knows nothing about massages, many liberties taken. Word Count: 4.5k

Marcus Pike

Give and Take by @agentmarcuspike Warnings: pegging, use of a strap-on, reader doesn't have a penis, anal fingering, rimming, showering together, established romantic relationship (2+ years), lots of lube, wet wet wet (not the group), sweet sappy romance, cum play (?), coming untouched, pet names (baby, darling, good boy), begging a lil bit Word Count: 2.2k

Max Phillips

The Gift of Your Grave by @gasolinerainbowpuddles Warnings: POV switching, questionable consent if you squint due to inherent power imbalance, Max is serving cunt with side of a soft boi, pegging, butt stuff, angst, fluff, discussions about drug use/sobriety/coping mechanisms, my personal supernatural lore that exists bc I say it does, Frankie lacks confidence in himself until he embraces his super power sub status, using a dick like a pacifier (we’ve all been there), very loose workings of a dom/sub dynamic but mostly reward/punishment concepts and orgasm control Word Count: 8.1k

Maxwell Lord

Stiff by @idolatrybarbie Warnings: takes place in the 80s, fem!OC with no physical descriptions, gambling (pls don't), alcohol and references to it, descriptions of fake gore and blood, reader smokes, references to domestic violence and abuse, smut - pegging, anal fingering, come eating, praise. Word Count: 4.9k

No-outbreak Joel

Will You Show Me? by @eupheme Warnings: switch!joel and switch!reader, poly relationship, use of alcohol, light sub/dom elements, sex toys, references to threesomes, sexual photos, oral sex, anal play, pegging, joel teaches you what to do

Oberyn Martell

My Way by @lincolndjarin Warnings: five seconds of plot to build up to a whole lot of porn, pegging (obvi), medieval strap on, glass toys, fingering, oberyn sucks the strap, allusions to other partners, referring to a dildo as a cock, multiple orgasms, overstimulation if you squint, premature ejaculation?? idk he cums fast bc i'm a sucker for that, cum play, reader has brief penis envy idk if that's the term but yeah, spit as lube bc its the olden days or whatever, anal sex, soft & loving sex, sort of a gentle dom vibe from reader, they're married <3 <3 <3, aftercare, i didn't really edit this as much as i should have (i'm sleepy) so apologies in advance

Pero Tovar

The Mercenary and his Witch by @nerdieforpedro Warnings: slight misogyny (11th century people it would be weird if there wasn’t), mentions of whorehouses (it’s work - respect it), threat of violence, fingering (male and female), edging and teasing, biting, a sweet Pero?, ass play (with fingers), oral sex (female and male receiving), mentions of food (a Nerdie fic staple), pegging, cum massage and eating, aftercare Word Count: 4.8k

Post-outbreak Joel

A Bad Deal by @jksprincess10 Warnings: NON CON, DDDNE dark!reader, drugging someone without their knowledge, non consensual pegging, lots of degrading, slight somnophilia, pegging without prep, reader is crazy as fuck, mentions of blood, unprotected p in v, dom!reader, toxic relationship

Pre-outbreak Joel

Ripe by @hier--soir Warnings: pre-outbreak, set in the early 2000s, early thirties joel my lover boyy, bisexual reader, established relationship, that one shit stirring friend, brief alcohol consumption and piv sex at the onset, brief masturbation [m] in the bath, a little ass eating and fingering, a little spitting, pegging, dirty talk, praise, dildo is described as "your cock" multiple times, reach around hand job you will always be famous, they talk each other through it, the word hole is used 11 times but it feels like 100, also they're in love okay bye. Word Count: 5.3k

EXTRAS

-- here's all the fics that weren't included in the main event, but are just as delicious --

SNL Characters

Game Over by @magpiepills Mario x Princess Peach!Reader Warnings: pegging, anal fingering, dirty talk, drinking, flirting, butt plugs, use and abuse of video game imagery, crack fic, probably cringe. No use of y/n, reader is princess peach, but her hair, skin and body type aren’t described.

A Table for Two by @gasolinerainbowpuddles and @joelsgreys Mrs. Claudia Flores x the Italian Waiter x Lisa from Temecula Warnings: cracfkic, pegging, bad Italian accents, lots of culinary euphemisms, tiny font Spanish/Italian translations

Marcus Pike

Whatta Man by @atinylittlepain Warnings: this is smut, pegging, rimming, sucking and fucking, sex work, lowkey sugardaddy!marcus, sweet shy marcus getting his world rocked, and then pancakes and a blackberry and a black american express card so ya know, the works.

Ezra

Prospecting by @marisferasiop Warnings: Peg that space rat! pegging, anal fingering, anal toying, rim job, mildly degrading language, lil bit of overstim, cum as lube, cum eating, Ezra being a soft baby

Frankie Morales

My Boys by @flightlessangelwings Warnings: mmf threesome, established relationship, pegging, anal, fingering, oral (m receiving, hint at f receiving), soft dom reader, sub!Frankie, praise, pet names (babe, baby), fluff, feelings, no use of y/n

#pmamc 2024 #pmamc 2024 masterlist #pmamc masterlist #pedro pascal character fanfiction #ppcu fanfiction #masterlist #pedrostories

[yeollie-plz]

The Lovers

Knight! Pedro Pascal x Princess! Reader

Part 2

Synopsis: You always knew you would be queen one day, but you didn’t think the title came with an arranged marriage. Sir Pascal, offers you a way out.

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: Y/N insert, mentions of blood and war, fantasy settings, contract marriage, age gap, fake marriage

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The kingdom of Adéla was a small but strong one. It had a long running monarchy and a prospering army. Your family had been ruling for over five generations and soon it would be your turn.

The earliest memory you had was one of your father sitting you down on his thrown and telling you of the great things you could do for your country. His speech had made you feel empowered, you had never forgotten that moment.

Although you were a princess, your life wasn't all ballgowns and parties. It was also duty and study. When you were not in the library reading any book that was shoved towards you, you were sat beside your father learning the ins-and-outs of politics. The next moment you were learning to ride or keeping the peace in town. It seemed like there was never a moment to relax. You were stuffed into corsets and powdered with makeup. You were rushed to taste all the new offerings of the kitchen. You were...exhausted.

And when you were finally in the solitude of your room, you would think but to your earliest memory. It would make you sigh, eyes shutting, as you attempted to rub the strain out of your worried brow. You knew you had to be the queen everyone needed. You knew you had to follow your duty and keep the strength of your kingdom alive.

Your twenty-fifth birthday was arriving rapidly. Although you wouldn't become queen until your father passed (long live the king), this was the year you were to take on more responsibilities and start making decisions on your own. It was tradition. You were prepared, yet admittedly nervous.

You usually wouldn't make a fuss about your birthday but your mother insisted on it.

"This year is special." She would say. You nodded in agreeance, knowing you would never be able to get her to back down.

Preparations for your birthday party caused everyone to bustle around the palace more than usual. Your father, knowing you didn't really care, set you up in the library with a few study materials and left with a wink to deal with your stressed mother.

You tried to focus but it became difficult with all the noise from outside the large oak doors. With a sigh, you gathered all of your materials into your bag, and made your way outside to the garden. There was still some people out here but if you just went past the trees, you should be able to find some quiet.

Finally finding a comfy spot you placed your bag on the leaf covered ground. Sliding your jacket off your shoulders, you laid it out under a tree and sat down. You decided to take a breath and look up at the towering trees before getting enveloped into your books. Shutting your eyes as a gust of wind flowed over you.

Just for them to snap open at the sound of a blade slicing through the air and sticking to the tree inches from your head. You looked up at the assailant with a mixture of fury and confusion evident in your face. You couldn't see their face with the sun shining behind them.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" A man's voice asked.

"Me? I should be asking you that. Especially after almost slicing my head off." Grabbing the blade of the sword you pulled it out of the tree and away from your face. You ignored the pain from the cut you had inflicted onto yourself and stood to meet the man.

His face came into view as his brows furrowed looking down at the hand you had used to touch the blade. He was of good height and build with dark curly hair. A knight's badge glistened from his casual jacket.

"Why is an off duty knight carrying a sword?"

He ignored your question instead asking about your hand.

You rolled you eyes, "It's fine. Answer my question."

"I was on my way to bring it to the blacksmiths when I saw you."

"So you decided to use it?" You laughed out of shock. He nodded solemnly, still staring at your hand.

"I told you its fine. So, you thought I was trespassing into the palace?" Another nod.

"And what if I told you I lived here?" He finally looked up at your face.

"You live h-" He's cut off by someone calling your name. You both look towards the voice a maid coming into view.

"Ah, Princess Y/N, there you are. Your mother's been asking for you." She spoke up, glancing over at the man who was still staring at you.

"Princess?" The realization of his mistake flashing behind his eyes.

You laughed again, this time from amusement. "Yes, princess, sir..?"

"Pascal." He responded.

"Well Sir Pascal, it was very nice to-" your eyes glanced down to his sword "-meet you." Bowing your head slightly, you followed the maid back into the palace. Glancing back to still see him standing there in shock. What a strange man.

---- One Week Later, The Day Of The Party ----

Your wound was healing nicely, despite your mother had given you a lecture about going into the woods and hurting yourself. You hadn't returned to the woods and you hadn't seen Sir Pascal since that day.

Today was your birthday and the day of the party. Your mother had told you to stay in your room until tonight and not greet any guests. You weren't really sure why, but you agreed to her conditions anyway.

Your maids had been in and out of your room, getting you ready all day long. All of them convinced you had to look even prettier and more put together than usual. You just let them push you around and do anything they desired, knowing it was better to just sit still. A knock sounded at your door about an hour before your big entrance. Your maids were almost done with their preparations when your father walked into the room. Everyone stood and bowed in greeting, he smiled back.

"Ladies, can you leave us alone for a minute. I would like a word with the birthday girl." His smile now reached his eyes as you looked at you. You maids hurried out, leaving just you two.

"You look lovely, my dear." He father complimented, grabbing your hand in his. He turned it over in his hand and traced your veins.

"You know when your mother went into labor, I was so nervous. I knew one day I would have to have heirs, but when it was finally happening, I was besides myself. I didn't know how to be a father, let alone a good one. But the minute you arrived and the doctors had told me it was a girl, I felt like everything made sense. When I held you in my arms for the first time, I knew you would be a great leader. And as you grew it became more and more apparent everyday." He paused, as tears welled up in his eyes, yours mirroring his.

"Father..." You whispered.

He laughed and stood up straighter, dropping your hand. Breathing deeply to hold back his tears.

"Anyways, have a wonderful party my dear, I will see you down there." He moved towards the door and grabbed the knob. Turning it and opening it just a crack before turning back towards you.

"I'm sorry." He said before rushing out. Leaving you confused about what he was apologizing for.

Your maids finished getting you ready, after crying they had to touch up a bit of your makeup too. It was now time for you to join the rest of the guests down in the ballroom.

As you made your grand entrance down the large staircase, you scanned the crowd for any familiar faces. Your eyes locked onto Sir Pascal's, a smirk playing on his lips. He looked you up and down, you felt a blush rise to your cheeks before you forced yourself to look away.

The party was going smoothly, you were greeting dignitaries, eating, drinking, and dancing. Your mother had done an amazing job with the decorations, it was gorgeous. You kept meeting eyes with Sir Pascal but he never made his way over to talk to you.

You sighed finally deciding you would talk to him first. Just as you began to make your move towards him, your father called everyone's attention.

"I feel it's only right if the father of the birthday girl makes a speech." He laughed, causing everyone in the room to join in. "Y/N, is my only child and I have always held her close to my heart. One day she will be your Queen, a very important position, that she is more than prepared for." He smiled towards you. Tearing his eyes from you he looked over at your mother who nodded.

"But the Queen and I felt she should never have to rule alone." Your brows furrowed in confusion as two men made their way next to your parents. One was short, middle aged, with red hair. The other young, tall, and blonde. You weren't sure if you had met them before.

"Your new husband." A voice whispered behind you, you turned your head to see Sir Pascal standing there.

"My what?" You whispered back, sure you had heard him incorrectly.

"Your betrothed, the blonde." He nodded his head towards the younger man.

You snapped your head back towards your father who was trying to read your face.

"We have decided to agree to a marriage between our two nations. The second son of Corenth, Prince Xavier to marry our Princess Y/N."

You couldn't hold back the shock from your face, as your jaw dropped open. You looked to the blonde, who you now knew to be Prince Xavier, he looked solemn. He must not like the idea either. Your eyes shifted to your father, he met them, a look of apology flooding his features.

Suddenly a heat rushed through you, your heart pounding inside your chest, as an applause erupted at the announcement. You were now acutely aware of the amount of bodies around you and the boning of your corset crushing your lungs, no longer able to breathe. You grasped at the lace of your dress trying to find some sort of relief but it was of no use.

Someone congratulated you from your left and it snapped you out of your stupor. You glanced quickly at the large glass doors that led out to the gardens. Without thinking, you grabbed the bottom of your dress so you wouldn’t trip and ran straight out the doors.

You kept running until you made it to a gazebo, where you feel to your knees and attempted to catch your breath. The night air had a slight chill to it, shocking your system into working again. As your breathing became more steady, you started to really process what you had just learnt. Suddenly a voice sounded behind you.

“So, looks like that wasn’t only an announcement to the kingdom, but you as well.” Out of anger you met the face that went with the voice. Sir Pascal was leaning against the banister of the gazebo. Your eyes bore into him.

“And you’re not happy about it either.” He deduced, more to himself than to you. A scoff was all you could muster.

He lifted himself back to an upright position and walked towards you. He bent down to a squat next to you and handed a glass to you. You eyed it suspiciously.

“Water.” He said with slight amusement. “Not like I’d poison you or anything.”

“You almost chopped my head off the first time we met.”

This time he did let of a laugh, “You’re right, but if I knew who you were I wouldn’t have done it.”

“So if I wasn’t the princess, you would’ve just done it, no hesitation.” You took a sip from the cup.

“No, if you weren’t so beautiful, I would’ve done it, no hesitation.” You choked at his response, quickly you covered it by clearing your throat.

“Sorry, I’m betrothed.” You said with an eye roll.

“But you don’t want to be.”

“No, I do not.” You looked down into the cup.

“What do you want?” He moved from his squatting position, fully onto the floor next to you. He rested his head on his hand and leaned in a little closer. You could almost feel his breath on your neck.

“I’m really not sure. My whole life I’ve been trained to rule. I always knew I was stuck in this box of being princess and later I’d be even more stuck as queen. But I never thought my choice of love would be taken away.”

He hummed in response. A silence washed over the two of you.

“Marry me.” He spoke up suddenly after a minute or two of the silence.

“What?” Now it was your turn to be amused.

“Marry me.” He repeated, it was a statement not a question.

“And how would that solve my problem?”

“We can say we got married in secret, I have a few friends who would be witnesses. Plus that maid saw us together the other day.” He pondered for a second.

“So your solution to me getting out of a loveless marriage is to enter a fake loveless marriage?” Your eyebrows raised in a mix between confusion and curiosity.

“Yes. We say we got married in secret and consummated it, I’m sure the King of Corenth, won’t want a daughter-in-law that’s been deflowered.” He said the last word like it was a curse. “He’s old fashioned. He’ll want the perfect, obedient wife for his son.”

“You sound so sure.”

“Well I’m actually from Corenth, my mother used to work in the palace. She told me many stories.”

You nodded.

“What about my parents reactions?” You had forgotten about them entirely.

“I’m a pretty high ranking, officer in Corenth, I’m sure they can still work out a deal with them.”

There’s a silence again as you contemplate his plan.

“So?” He spoke up.

“You’re not tricking me right?” You were suddenly aware of the distance between you. You were also now aware of the things he was implying.

“I would never trick you.”

You scoffed.

“So?” The amusement was back.

“Fine, I’ll marry you.”

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part ii.

summary: your run-ins with pedro become more frequent, causing you to set an ultimatum for yourself. you leave to go on vacation with oscar, elvira, the boys, and pedro, too. unfortunately you find it extremely difficult to be around pedro due to the nature of your feelings towards him. that is, until you find yourself in an extremely undesirable situation that he helps you out of, and the two of you have a little heart to heart.

warnings: probably swearing, awkwardness between pedro and reader, reader gets unwanted attention at a grocery store/catcalling, pedro helps her out, establishing an age gap relationship (pedro is his current age, reader is about 25 - if you have a problem with this then DONT READ)

a/n: part two yay! thanks for the love on the first part, i hope y’all enjoy this one 🤍

no beta, all errors are my own!

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The next few weeks pass quickly. You see Oscar and Elvira and the boys nearly every day, meaning you’ve had a few more run ins with Pedro, too.

Just a few days after driving you home, he appeared at your door unannounced with a tiny tube of lip balm in his large hand. Apparently you’d left it in his car - must’ve fallen out of your pocket or something - and he wanted to get it back to you. But making the extra trip just for a lip balm? Yeah, he’s got you good. You smiled, thanked him, then asked him, “how’d you know it was mine?” to which he simply responded, “you’re the only woman besides Elvira that’s been in my car recently, and when she said it wasn’t hers, I knew it had to be yours.”

Then, one evening he came over to Oscar and Elvira’s for dinner, just as you were getting ready to leave for the day. However, between the three adults insisting you stay, along with the boys begging you, too, who were you to refuse them? Conversation flowed smoothly, and Pedro made sure to ask plenty of questions to get to know you more. But the more he asked and the more he seemed invested in getting to know you, the deeper you started to fall for him.

A few days later, he stopped by the house again, but this time while Oscar and Elvira were both out. Oscar had left a folder of documents - which you could only assume was for an upcoming project - for Pedro to pick up. The boys were ecstatic to see him, and you were glad, too. You were especially surprised when he offered you a cup of Starbucks, telling you that they’d made his drink wrong and gave him the mess up one, so he thought to give it to you. But he didn’t stay long after that, and left within a few minutes.

And by the time Oscar and Elvira get back home that evening, all you can think about is the beauty and absolute gentleman of a man Pedro Pascal is.

In fact, your thoughts are so consuming that it’s that night, while talking with your roommate about the entire situation, that you decide to start pulling yourself away from Pedro. Your feelings towards him are too strong and you can’t jeopardize your relationship with this family all because you have a little crush on their (mind you, wildly inappropriately older) friend. It wouldn’t be fair to Oscar and Elvira, and certainly wouldn’t be fair to the boys if things were to get out of hand with Pedro, causing you to be unable to work for them.

The next encounter with Pedro was the night before the trip. Oscar and Elvira had offered for the both of you to stay the night so that leaving in the morning would be easier. Luckily, to save from driving any more, you were able to spend the night in one of their guest rooms. Pedro accepted, too, and camped out just down the hall from you.

However, the two of you had to share the guest bathroom. And seeing him walk out from his shower in just a towel hanging loosely around his hips, broad chest damp with condensation, and that mop of salt and pepper curly hair only fueled the fire of your imagination. He apologized profusely upon realizing he was not alone in this part of the house, hoping he hadn’t made you uncomfortable.

And after sneaking into the bathroom to complete your own nightly routine, then heading back to your room, it took you a while to fall asleep with that steamy image of Pedro stuck in your head.

~~~

The next morning, you wander out of your room just as the sun comes up; before Pedro, Oscar, Elvira, or the two boys. You’d set an alarm last night for probably earlier than you needed to, not wanting to take the risk of being the one to oversleep and hold everyone up.

However, Pedro is close behind you in rising, giving you only a few moments in the kitchen to yourself, getting a pot of coffee started for everyone, before his soft voice startles you.

“Morning, (Y/n),” he yawns, sleep still lingering in his baritone voice.

You spin around to face him, heart racing in your chest as your gaze falls on his sleepy appearance. His hair is mussed perfectly, his big, brown eyes are still glazed over, and he’s sporting a pair of loose, grey sweats and a ragged old Fleetwood Mac tee shirt.

“Morning,” you echo, finding it in yourself to turn back around to check on the coffee.

“How’d you sleep?” Pedro asks, sock-clad feet sliding over the pale, hardwood flooring to get to a stool at the counter.

Of course, you can’t say, ‘I stayed up half the night trying not to imagine what was under that towel and what it would feel like to get my hands on your big, strong chest. How’d you sleep?’

So instead, you opt for a simple, “Good. You?”

“Good, thanks,” he returns, giving you a small smile.

“Coffee?” you then offer quietly, seeing that the pot is almost full.

“I’d love some,” he nods, so you grab a mug from the cabinet and fill it with the freshly brewed beverage.

Handing it over to him, he gives you another smile, and you’re either too nervous or simply not awake enough to hear when he thanks you using that term of endearment - Sweetie - that left your knees shaking just a few weeks ago.

So, you stupidly turn around, ignoring his sweet remark as you pour yourself a cup of coffee, then disappear back up to your guest room.

Within the next hour that passes, Oscar, Elvira, and the two boys both wake up, and it’s not long before the six of you are all packed into the car and headed to the airport.

~~~

Thankfully, the plane isn’t too chaotic. The only issue that’s presented is the fact that your seats, despite the tickets being bought all together, end up being sprawled out all over the plane. Luckily, Oscar and Elvira manage to convince some folks to swap with them so that their young sons aren’t seated alone on this big airplane. And however it happened, you end up seated by Pedro.

You’re not complaining, but you sure aren’t celebrating. Seven hours stuck in a flying metal box next to the one man that you find criminally good looking, absolutely intimidating, and irresistible? Yeah, this will be difficult.

“Please enjoy your flight,” is all you hear over the plane’s intercom. It seems you’ve missed the pilot’s entire pre-take off speech, so hopefully Pedro was paying attention to the spiel about the emergency procedures.

“You excited?” his voice breaks you from your thoughts, turning your gaze from out the window over to him.

“Sorry?” you ask, swallowing nervously at the thought that this is where it starts; the downfall of your dignity, losing your mind over this absolute treasure of a man.

“Are you excited? To get to California, I mean,” he repeats himself, but he isn’t rude about it.

“Oh. Yeah,” you shrug and give him a barely-there smile.

“Me, too. I could use some beach time,” he chuckles, hoping to earn a better reaction from you. But when he doesn’t, he huffs quietly in frustration at your lack of response.

However, you’re glad for the minute of silence, and you hope he doesn’t try to talk to you the entire flight; you’d either get way too tongue tied, or get too comfortable and embarrass yourself by talking too much.

But alas, after another moment or two, he speaks up again.

“So when do you start back to school?”

“Uh,” you clear your throat, then continue. “Well, I’ve been taking three courses over this summer, so I technically never stopped,” you answer plainly, with a timid shrug.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckles dryly.

“You’re good. But, I mean, the fall semester starts September sixth,” you finish.

“Cool. And you’ll graduate in the spring then?”

“That’s the plan,” you sigh, hoping he doesn’t pick up on the way your voice shakes when he gives you a smile.

But he mistakes your sigh of nerves for a sigh of annoyance; you unintentionally shut him out.

He nods once more, then grabs his earbuds from his backpack carryon. Next thing you know, he’s popping them in his ears and tuning out the world. And that includes you.

~~~

For the rest of the flight, the two of you barely interact. The only times are when you have your own earbuds in and he grabs your attention to see if you want anything from the flight attendant, when he apologizes for bumping his knee against yours, and when you have to excuse yourself getting past him going to and from the bathroom.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t felt the urge to rest your head on his shoulder while drifting off for a quick nap, but you knew that would be completely inappropriate.

And then, seven hours later, the two of you are reunited with Oscar, Elvira, and the boys; then, picking up the two rental cars. You opt to ride to the house with Oscar and Elvira, offering to help out with the boys right away instead of enduring another half hour of awkwardness with Pedro.

Unfortunately, when you get to the guest part of the house, you only find one room, and your stomach drops. If you have to share a room with Pedro, you don’t know what you’ll do.

But Pedro is quick to sort things out with Oscar; apparently there’s only one guest room, but a separate little house down by the pool, right before the path to the beach.

Pedro kindly offers to stay in the beach house so that you’re in the main house with the boys, and so that you won’t have to walk out alone at night, although you know this neighborhood is wealthy and well-protected.

Before you know it, everyone is settled into the house and rushing out to the beach for some fun.

~~~

“She’s pretty cute,” Pedro admits, watching as you hold the toddler while the older boy hangs off your back, giggles erupting from their little bodies, and from yours, as well as you spin them around in the shallow water.

“Who?” Elvira asks, wondering which lucky lady on the private beach strip has caught their single friend’s attention.

“(Y/n),” Pedro lightly blushes, trying but failing to avert his eyes from the heavenly sight of you, glowing under the late afternoon sun.

“Dude. You can’t hit on our nanny,” Oscar laughs and shakes his head.

“I’m not!” Pedro laughs, holding his hands up in defense.

“You literally just said she’s cute,” Oscar deadpans.

“I meant like, cute… sweet. Like, cute with the boys,” Pedro shrugs, trying to make a cover.

“Well, that she is,” Elvira agrees.

“But she’s off limits,” Oscar defends, leaning forward in his beach chair to look over at his friend with a scowl.

“Oscar,” Elvira scolds him. “(Y/n)’s not a little girl, and you are not her father. She can decide for herself who she wants to be around.”

“Yeah, as long as it’s not Pedro,” Oscar growls.

“Oscar,” Elvira warns him again before turning to their friend. “Pedro, I know Oscar is being childish right now, but I do see where he’s coming from. (Y/n) is the best person we could have ever dreamed of having for the kids. And if you two were to get together and then break up badly…”

“We don’t want you to scare her away,” Oscar states bluntly.

“Man, I’m not going to scare her away. I’ve barely even talked to the girl since you forced me to drive her home that night,” Pedro points out, as if he hadn’t enjoyed that little time he got to spend with you.

“You sat by her on the plane, Pedro,” Oscar rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, and we talked, but… didn’t talk. She’s so quiet, I could hardly pull a word from her the entire flight,” Pedro explains.

“Really?” Oscar wonders, clearly surprised at Pedro’s observation.

“Yeah. I think I could count on one hand the number of full sentences she spoke to me. Eventually, I just gave up and let her be,” he shrugs, the disappointment that he felt coming back to him, filling his chest.

“That’s not like her,” Elvira shakes her head.

“It’s not?” Pedro asks.

“No,” Oscar also shakes his head. “I mean, she’s quiet and polite and respectful, but she’s not that quiet. I mean, she’s bubbly and can hold a conversation.”

“Well she clearly didn’t want to hold one with me,” Pedro scoffs.

“She’s a sweet girl, Pedro. Maybe you just caught her on a bad day,” Elvira defends you.

“Or maybe she just doesn’t like you,” Oscar smirks and laughs.

“Cállate, man,” Pedro chuckles, acting as if he’s brushing off the joke that his friend made.

Although, deeper down, the thought of you not liking him makes him upset. He likes you. And probably more than he should, considering your status as his best friends’ nanny and the difference in your ages. But he can’t help it. And he’s not sure how to stop it.

~~~

“Boys are both asleep which means we’re off duty,” Elvira laughs quietly, treading lightly down the open staircase of the deck to meet you, Oscar, and Pedro back on the patio.

“It also means that we’ll need some snacks and booze for the trip,” Oscar says, standing in front of the cabinets in the mini kitchen on the patio, glancing at the barren pantry.

“Want me to make a trip to the store?” Pedro offers.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” Oscar shrugs. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem,” he grabs the keys to his rental car and makes for the door. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“I can go, too, Mr. Pascal,” you speak up quietly, much to Pedro’s surprise.

He turns around, seeing you standing behind him all sweet and shy.

“It’s Pedro,” he firmly corrects you, the syllables rolling off his tongue so handsomely. “And, s’alright. I got it,” he forces a smile and denies your offer, much to his own dismay.

Of course he wants you to come with him. But you seemed to have made it extremely clear that you do not want to be around him. So to hear you offer to come with is quite confusing for him.

“Really, I wanna help,” you insist, hoping he’ll let you tag along.

“Alright,” Pedro shrugs indifferently, turning on his heels and continuing out the door.

You bite your lip and frown, wondering why he’s so cold to you all of a sudden. Last time you checked, he was nothing but a chatterbox to you, which is why you felt you had to distance yourself. But nonetheless, you follow him out to the car and gently hop into the front passenger seat.

Not a word is exchanged between the two of you for at least the first five minutes of the drive; only the quiet background music - that Pedro flipped on to make it less awkward - is heard.

Your gaze is cast out the window, watching as the sun sets behind the horizon line, painting the sky a beautiful collage of orange, pink, and purple hues. You had to look out the window because when you realized the sunset was casting a stunning glow over Pedro’s tanned skin and reflecting in his velvet brown eyes, you knew you wouldn’t have been able to stop yourself from staring at him.

“So you don’t hate me,” Pedro finally speaks up, and it’s barely loud enough for you to hear. You turn to face him, and the temptation to ogle him is no less present.

“Sorry?” you respond, feeling bad that you zoned out and missed what he’d said.

“Nothin’,” he brushes it off.

“Are you sure?” you wonder worriedly.

“Yeah. Just… Why'd you offer to come with me?” Pedro asks, in hopes of hearing that you don’t hate his guts.

“Well there’s not much for me to do since the boys are asleep and I figured I’d let Oscar and Elvira have some time together,” you shrug.

“Oh,” Pedro’s heart sinks. So it’s not because you wanted to spend time with him.

“And, I… well, it’s kinda dumb,” you shake your head, feeling heat flood your cheeks.

“What?” Pedro responds, looking over at you once stopped at a red light. When you don’t answer, he chuckles, then repeats himself. “What?”

“I dunno!” you shrug and giggle with him bashfully, feeling better that the ice has been accidentally broken between the two of you. “You… seem cool and I guess… I guess I just wanted to get to know you a bit,” you roll your eyes at how stupid it sounds, turning your head to avoid his gaze.

“That’s not dumb,” Pedro assures you, and when you turn back to look at him, he’s looking at you with a charmed smile. “I’ve been wanting to get to know you, too.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” he smiles, then steps on the gas when the light turns green again.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he pulls into the parking lot of the little store.

“Well, thanks for tagging along,” Pedro finally speaks up again, shooting you a handsome smile. “I’m glad for the company.”

“I’m glad you let me,” you smile back shyly, following him out of the car and to the store doors. “So what are we shopping for?”

“Snacks and wine,” Pedro answers, grabbing a shopping basket from the stack. “Wanna split up?”

“Sure, but you’ll have to be on wine selection duty. I can’t say I’m well versed in that area,” you confess.

“No?” Pedro smiles at your innocent admission.

“No,” you shake your head.

“Well, then you’re on snack duty,” Pedro decides, without questioning you further.

And so the two of you go off in different directions - Pedro to the wine cellar and you to the snack aisles - with the promise to meet back by the check-out area. You spend a few minutes deciding between various chips, crackers, and granola bars, thinking not only of the three other adults on the trip but also the two little boys.

You briefly see Pedro going to scan the next aisle over, probably in search of his own personal favorite snack, but you continue with your task. Eventually, you settle on two boxes of crackers and a pack of fruit gummies for the kids.

But before you can exit the aisle and go to meet Pedro, the sound of footsteps catches your attention. You try to ignore them, but they’re slow and calculated, and they seem to be getting closer to you.

“Hey, pretty thing,” you hear from behind you, and the nasally voice is definitely not Pedro’s.

You turn around in an instant, only to find a man standing about five feet away from you, which feels too close considering there’s a hundred extra feet of space and that he’s a stranger. And he’s not a good looking one, either; his greasy blond hair is slicked back, his clothes have various mysterious stains on them, and his grey eyes aren’t trustworthy whatsoever.

“Got a minute?” he asks, despite your lack of a response.

“No. Excuse me,” you finally speak up after ignoring his initial, gag-worthy greeting, and try to walk past him.

But he’s like a moving brick wall, stepping in front of you to block you in between his body and the shelf with barely three feet of space between the two of you.

“Oh, c’mon, Baby. Just gimme a second,” he smirks, quirking his head to the side. “Just wanna have a little fun.”

“No,” you shake your head, looking him dead in his evil eyes as your heart nearly beats out of your chest.

“So hard to get, hm? I bet you’re a real tease,” he takes a step closer, and you feel a burning sensation in your throat, not sure if it’s potential tears, vomit, or both.

“Pedro?” you call out, lucky enough to turn sideways and step backwards away from the predator, but you know your voice isn’t nearly loud enough to reach the man you need, in the next aisle over.

“C’mon, Baby,” he growls, eyes darkening. 

“I said no,” you refuse, stepping further away from him, but not turning your back to him. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

You continue backing up, keeping your eyes on the man who, thankfully is staying put, until you back up into someone else’s solid body.

“Got what you need, Sweetie?” comes another voice, familiar and comforting this time, as an arm slings around your shoulders.

Quickly, you turn your head to see Pedro standing beside you with a bottle of wine, a few blocks of cheese, and a pack of Oreos in his basket. Next, he’s wrapping his free arm around you, securing you to his side so that even if the creep tried to go after you, he wouldn’t be able to get to you.

“Pe—Pedro,” you exhale a shaky sigh of relief, wrapping your arm around his back and grabbing onto his other arm with a death grip.

“Let’s go home,” he says loud enough, picking up on the tension and kissing your temple to claim you as his to the other guy, even though it’s the farthest from the truth. But the creep doesn’t need to know that.

And despite the unsettling situation, Pedro’s little display of affection not only brings you comfort, but also an intense swarm of butterflies, and he holds you close to his side as the two of you walk away.

“Thank you,” you whisper shakily, but don’t realize how tight your grip on him is until he unwraps his own arm from your shoulder. “Sorry,” you let go, revealing small marks where your fingers had been.

“(Y/n), what was happening?” he asks as he leads the two of you to a self check-out.

“That guy…” you start, finally regaining a normal breath rate as you hand over the crackers for him to scan. “He… he just tried to get with me,” you shrug and shake your head, trying to downplay what just happened.

“What?” Pedro quietly gasps, dropping the items into the shopping bag and turning to face you head on.

“Yeah, but you came just in time,” you assure him.

“(Y/n), did he touch you?” Pedro asks, defense and anger filling his voice.

“No,” you shake your head confidently. “You showed up before he could get close enough. So, thank you,” you give him a small, still scared smile.

“Well, I heard you call my name,” he nods. “And when I saw how sketchy the fucker looked, I just thought to… protect you… however I could,” he cringes at the wording, not wanting to make it sound like he thought you were helpless and weak. “Sorry about the sudden affection,” he winces, referring to the sweet kiss he gave you to tell the guy off.

“It’s okay. I mean, it worked. He stopped and I felt better,” you tell him.

“That’s good,” Pedro nods again, continuing to pay for the items, then grabbing the bag. “God, I’m so sorry that happened to you. I shouldn’t have offered to split up. Should’a stayed with you.”

“Pedro, really, I’m fine. Just a little shook up,” you admit. “I feel safer with you.”

“I’m glad,” he smiles, reaching a hand around you to rub your shoulder, then ushers you to the doors.

“And I’m sorry for pinching you,” you chuckle quietly, softly grabbing his forearm to check, seeing that the marks are already fading.

“It’s really okay,” he shakes his head and silently laughs along with you, keeping you within an arm’s reach to him as the two of you make your way back out to the rental car.

Once the two of you are in, you both let out a sigh.

“Adventures at every corner with you,” he shakes his head and grins. “First the airplane mixup, then the room mixup, and now this.”

“I’m sorry,” you chuckle, although you know it’s not your fault the two of you always seem to be getting into unlikely situations.

“No reason to be sorry,” he refutes, starting the car. “I’m just glad you don’t hate me.”

“Hate you?” your stomach drops at his words, pausing your movement to buckle yourself and instead turning to face him. “Pedro, why would you think I hate you?”

“Well…” he scoffs silently, avoiding your gaze. “Starting last night, you’ve just seemed… off. You kinda blew me off this morning in the kitchen, you barely talked to me on the flight over, and you’ve been avoiding me at all costs almost every second of being here,” he frowns bashfully.

“Pedro,” you sigh, and the fear of hurting his feelings starts to outweigh the fear of him finding out about yours. “I don’t hate you.”

“Well, I know that now,” he chuckles.

“Before, I just… I dunno. I wasn’t avoiding you because I hate you,” you begin.

“Then why?” he asks, soft brown eyes clearly displaying confusion and the slightest bit of hurt.

“Pedro, I get insanely nervous around you,” you murmur, scoffing at yourself.

“Nervous? Around me?” he laughs again.

“Yeah, I know. It’s dumb,” you roll your eyes.

“No, it’s not,” he shakes his head. “I didn’t mean it like that, Sweetie. It’s just… I don’t think I’m very scary,” he admits, missing your point.

After another sigh, you give in.

“Pedro, I’m not scared of you. I… oh god…” you groan, already feeling the overwhelming sense of embarrassment from what you’re about to admit.

“You what?” he prompts, clearly eager to hear what you have to say.

“Pedro, I like you!” you finally spit out.

And the silence between you two is almost unbearably deafening, until he speaks up.

“You do?” he asks with way too much excitement in his voice, so he clears his throat in embarrassment, watching as you shrug your shoulders.

“Yeah, I do,” you roll your eyes. “Sorry to make things… weird.”

“You haven’t made things weird,” he assures you, grabbing your hand that’s been frozen on your seat belt since the start of the conversation, and linking his fingers together with yours. “(Y/n), I think you’re beautiful and extremely sweet. Not to mention, you’re way too smart for your own good. Except that you didn’t pick up on the fact that I… like you, too.”

“You do?” you copy his excitement from just moments before.

“Yes,” he laughs in return, lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles.

“But, you’re so much older than me,” you state bluntly, not meaning it to come off the way it does.

“Thanks?” he scoffs playfully, letting go of your hand.

“No, no!” you laugh, leaning back into him and placing a hand on his forearm. “I just mean… like, you’re a grown man. I didn’t expect you to take an interest in someone like me.”

“And why not?” he wonders aloud, picking up your hand in his once more.

“I guess… well, you have your entire life figured out and put together. You’re successful, extremely handsome, and probably have countless women lining up for a chance with you.“

“Cariño, is that what you think of me?” he smirks, and you nod timidly in response, a shiver going down your back at the new nickname he’s already given you. “Well, you’re wrong,” he hums, tracing your fingers with his, loving the way your hand looks so dainty in his, then looking back up into your eyes.

“I’m sure I am,” you whisper and nod.

“I don’t have my entire life figured out yet, I’m the farthest thing from being put together, and fooling around with women hasn’t been a priority for me since I was probably your age,” he tells you.

“Really?” you wonder, finding it hard to believe that with all the fame and glory he’s gotten, he hasn’t taken advantage of his status as an international heartthrob.

“Yes, really. What, did you think I go around sleeping with a different woman every night?” he plays, but you know he’s just taunting you.

“Not that extreme,” you assure him. “But, I was sure you would have enjoyed the game a little.”

“I did. In the past. But all that means nothing compared to having a real, true connection with someone you love. Dedicating your life to that person. I’m sure you’ll find that out later in life, Sweetie,” he suggests, and not one word that leaves his mouth is condescending or rude, despite your own rude misconception about him. Pedro speaks with such a lovely tone and with only the passion that a true romantic would have.

“Sorry to be such an asshole to you,” you frown feebly, hoping you haven’t hurt his feelings.

“You’re not an asshole,” he assures you, kissing your palm.

“Still feel bad, though. I’m sorry for pushing you away,” you frown, lazily resting your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t be sorry. Feelings make us do funny things, Cariño,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “Now looking back, I should have picked up on your nerves. But I guess I was too distracted by my own,” he admits bashfully.

“I’m always nervous around you,” you giggle against his shirt.

“Well, you don’t need to be,” he promises, and you press yourself up off his chest just enough to hold eye contact with him. “When did you start… liking me?” he blushes.

“Honestly?” you ask, and it feels like you’re a schoolgirl talking to her crush at recess.

“Yes, please,” he chuckles.

“When you walked me to my apartment that night,” you admit with a short nod. “Instant butterflies.”

“Oh yeah?” he smiles proudly, to which you nod in response.

“Yeah. No one’s ever done that for me before.”

“Then you’ve never been with a real man, Cariño,” he hums, voice gravelly with pride.

“I guess not,” you shrug, gazing deeper into his chocolate eyes. “What about you? When did you… y’know,” you trail off bashfully, still unable to formulate the words that confirm he does, indeed, like you, too.

“Well, you caught my eye the first time I saw you, that’s for sure. But I think I realized I started to have feelings for you that night at Oscar’s for dinner. You were so fun to talk to, which is why it was so surprising… and crushing, when you started ignoring me all of a sudden.”

“I was a nervous wreck that whole night at dinner,” you laugh.

“I could tell,” he teases lightly. “But it’s all water under the bridge now, Cariño. No more to worry about.”

“Well, except for the fact that you’re technically my bosses’ best friend,” you sigh, sitting up straight and parting from him fully.

“Yeah,” he hums. “Yeah, that’s a little bit of a problem.”

“You don’t think they’ll have an issue with it, will they?” you wonder, although you fear you already know the answer.

“I just know that… well, I off-handedly mentioned how cute you were with the boys at the beach this afternoon, and Oscar lectured me about how you’re ‘off limits’ since you’re their nanny,” Pedro rolls his eyes and huffs, using finger quotes at Oscar’s outrageous statement. “And I don’t want either of us to get in trouble with them, but I can’t get you out of my head, (Y/n).”

“I feel the same,” you murmur, nibbling on your bottom lip. “But now I’m scared they’re gonna… fire me or something… if they find out about whatever is going on between us.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he coos, leaning forward to holding your face in his hands, directing your gaze to meet his. “They never said anything about that. Elvira only said that they weren’t too thrilled about the idea of us together because if we were to get together, and then end things poorly… well, they didn’t want you to quit because of me being their friend.”

“I’d never quit,” you shake your head. “I love this family too much.”

“Well there you go,” he coos, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“So what do we do?” you wonder, blinking away the potential tears that seem to be settling in your eyes.

“We do what we want, and maybe just keep it on the down-low for now,” Pedro shrugs, leaning in to kiss your cheek with the utmost gentleness.

“Okay,” you murmur and smile nervously.

“So… you wanna give this thing a go, you and I?” he asks ever so softly. “See where it takes us?”

“Yeah,” you nod and smile more confidently this time, letting your eyes trail over the entirety of his beautiful face up close. “Yeah, I do.”

“Me, too,” he smiles, then drops his eyes to your lips for a moment before whispering even softer: “Can I kiss you, Cariño?”

“Please,” you nod weakly, glad that you’re seated because of the dizzy effect Pedro’s voice gives you.

And before you know it, his lips are on yours for the very first time, sending you into a spiral of feelings you didn’t even know existed. Both of his hands float up to your face, holding it securely in his spacious palms. His lips feel heavenly against yours, and you don’t know how you ever lived without this feeling before.

“I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep away from you in front of them,” you gasp once the two of you break apart for air.

“It’ll work out, (Y/n),” he whispers against your lips, going back in for another round. “I promise.”

And for both of your sakes, you sure hope Pedro is right.

~~~

read the next part here!

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal fluff #the mandalorian #din djarin #narcos #javier peña #triple frontier #francisco morales #frankie morales #tuwomt #javi gutierrez #pedro pascal rpf #rpf #age gap fic

[brighteyed-sniperbot]

HI PERSONS!!

IM SAMMY! OR SAM! WHATEVER WORKS FOR YOU! I'M A SNIPERBOTS!

I LIKE BEING OUTSIDES AND DIGGING HOLES AND HANGING OUT WITH MY FRIENDS AND DIRTS AND FINDING STUFF IN THE DIRTS AND FINDING STUFF IN THE DIRTS WITH MY FRIENDS AND TALKING A LOT!!

PEOPLE I LIKE A LOT!!

PROTO @physically-bloody-medibot - MY BESTEST FRIEND EVER!!

APRICOT @mentally-nutty-pyrobot - MY OTHER BESTEST FRIEND!!

PASCAL @virtuoso-spybot - HE TEACHES ME ART!! I LIKE HIM A LOT!!

SYLVESTER @chiptune-maestro - VERY VERY COOL ROBOT!!

V @emotionally-helpful-illusionist - SHE HELPED ME OUT WHEN... STUFF HAPPENED!!

everything past 'keep reading' is ooc!

Sammy is a sniperbot with the mind of a tween boy, who loves to dig and ramble on and on and on about whatever comes to mind.

He wasn't the first to occupy this body. Before him was another consciousness that wanted to be 'special', who wanted to be the only sentient robot. Now, however, they live in the back of Sammy's mind, unable to do much of anything.

Sammy goes by he/it, and is mentally around the age of 11.

#running and digging - talking tag

#summer mailbox - ask tag

#tunnel treasure - reblog tag

#to: sammy from: you - things made for Sammy

#tunnel run-ins - rp chain tag

thank you saradika-graphics for the dividers!!

#tf2 rp #running and digging #summer mailbox #tunnel treasure #to: sammy from: you #tunnel run-ins #brighteyed sniperbot

[justwatchmyeyes]

Sei freundlich, wenn du es liebst bei anderen Menschen das Strahlen der Augen und ein Lächeln ins Gesicht zu Zaubern. ~ Pascal Hilgendorf

#Pascal Hilgendorf #smilers #coffeelover #tumblrquote #tumblrboy #goodvibesforever #doglover #goodvibeslang #smilemakeover #socalgoodvibes #makesmesmile #tumblrtextpost #babylove #truelove #instasmile #kaostumblr

[amarguerite]

If you're still up for the ask meme, I just love how you have expanded on colonel pascal; he's one of my favourite side characters in your soulmate au and it's nice to see him in the limelight again

"Maman," said Colonel Pascal, not for the first time, "you don't need to keep matchmaking like this. I'm focusing on my research into miasmas and I haven't the time--"

"I am not matchmaking," insisted Maman. "It's Friday, and a friend of a friend let me know that her son-- a very bright boy mind you, very intelligent, and very polite-- had just moved to London and had nowhere to go for Shabbos dinner, so naturally I invited him. You wouldn't want me to be the talk of York, for failing to make sure my good friend's good friend--"

And she had been only a friend of a friend a sentence before, Colonel Pascal thought idly. How quickly these relationships deepened as soon as someone had a polite and reasonably well-educated son. He tried to tell himself that this was much better than the alternative-- his run-ins with Colonel Fitzwilliam's family had been far fewer than he'd wanted, but quite enough to realize how terrible some parents could truly be-- but Maman was so horribly determined.

"--and he's new to London, as I said, so you--"

"--are going back to my clinic in Derbyshire very soon," Colonel Pascal reminded her. This was a fact Maman often forgot.

"But I worry about you, that far north," said his mother. "This young man, he could tell you about York--"

"Which is, unfortunately, not in Derbyshire."

"I'm sure it's the nearest city with a rabbi."

Clever, clever Maman-- she'd tried to back him into a corner. He'd either have to confirm he was going to services every week or start arguing with her... unless he played the misdirection game too.

"How stupid of me-- is he a surgeon looking for a position nearer to home?" He raised his eyes to the rafters and delicately tapped his fingers against his chin. "Let me think... there isn't anything in my clinic, but I heard in Scarborough--"

"He's a naturalist," said Maman, exasperated.

"Ah," said Colonel Pascal, in tones of dawning understanding. "He wishes an introduction to Mrs. Darcy! She is always very generous with her patronage--"

Maman glared at him, but it was too late. The visitor had arrived. Colonel Pascal greeted the very baffled late addition to their dinner table with a kindly, "My mother tells me you wish an introduction to my patrons! Mrs. Darcy is the naturalist of the two of them, but I assure you that Mr. Darcy's agricultural interests will make him keenly interested in any experimental crossbreeding or new cultivation practice--"

"May you be blessed with a child who is just like you," growled Maman, when the visitor left the dinner, looking very well pleased with Colonel Pascal's promise to introduce him to the Darcys on Monday.

"Just as you have been blessed?" asked Colonel Pascal innocently.

Maman lifted her nose and stalked up to bed in a stormcloud of outraged dignity.

[shadow-schemer]

More Things I’ve Scraped From IGN. The Player Knows How To Play. Thank God.

Miracle Cure

Purchase our miracle cure!

The miraculous alchemist Clarke Shaw, also known as Professor Cure-It-All, has finally created a miracle cure for the horrible plague spreading through Krat City!

|| my thoughts ||:  sounds like a scam from Honest John... /lmao

“Venigni is a dummy!”

“I want to be paid like his puppet butler”

|| my thought ||:  ... /lmao

Workshop Engineer’s Guide [1/2]

Subtitle: Do you want to be a workshop engineer? A guide for aspiring engineers.

The place people are most interested in these days is Krat, the city of puppets.

When the great V first arrived it was nothing more than a small fishing town. But over the past 30 years, it has grown leaps and bounds thanks to the puppet industry.

The puppets manufactured at the Krat Workshop have gained a reputation for a level of technology that blows their competition out of the water.

The puppets are as sophisticated as humans and follows their masters’ orders naturally, to the point that people wonder if they might have souls.

Many competitors have tried but failed to reproduce their mechanical hearts, only proving the overwhelming disparity in their abilities.

--

Workshop Engineer’s Guide [2/2]

However, it wasn’t always easy for the Workshop.

Their history begins with a legendary craftsman, and to this day his notes are used as teaching material for apprentice engineers.

The legendary G, known to all aspiring engineers.

The next page displays his achievements.

(Omitted)

|| my thoughts ||:  V = Venigni. G = Geppetto. Possibly. The demo takes place in the Venigni factory after all. Geppetto possibly was an alchemist before he became an engineer?

With Krat having a fishing town background, the scenario with Monstro the whale is within possibility. And tuna. Vacuum-packed. With the smell of mayonnaise.

Memoirs of Factory Supervisor Pascal [1/2]

XX/XX/189X

When puppets are designed, they cannot refuse to obey the Grand Covenant. They are bound to follow the orders of their creator and cannot harm humans.

However, look at that fire stoker puppet we used to call Fuoco. Maybe the Grand Covenant was flawed?

A puppet that used to manage fires now kills people, makes new puppets, and started to worship something in place of humans. It’s as if there’s a king of puppet out there somewhere. Pulling the strings.

It’s acting more like a human being than a puppet.

Is it just imitating people? Is it really just a defect?

I need to investigate this further.

--

Memoirs of Factory Supervisor Pascal [2/2]

Surprising, it’s not loyalty. Rather, it’s cult-like worship. Fuoco was glorifying this so-called king.

Religion in puppets... This doesn’t make any sense...

I was wrong. They’re not merely imitating people.

They are becoming human.

This terrifies me. Not death, but the fact that they’re changing.

Someone’s got to destroy them. For the sake of humankind.

|| my thoughts ||:  Ah. Become as gods. The puppet boss battles shown so far were speaking a language P can’t seem to translate yet so it appears as these.

Hopefully as we progress we can understand the puppets’ dialogue?

Earrings of Fire Crusher

Gear: Ear | Weight 0.5

Effect: Slightly increases fire reduction rate.

Gears that control the currents from the ear terminal, enhancing the performance of the puppet.

Gears that enhance reflexes against fire attacks, reducing their damage. Increases the fire defense of armor and deflect damage.

|| my thoughts ||:  I like the idea of jewelry as enhancement plug-ins for P lol

By my observation, you can put out the Burn status ailment faster by rolling/side-stepping around! Stop-Drop-and Roll actually works! At the expense of your Stamina of course.

Mad Donkey’s Hunting Clothes

The Mad Donkey’s hunting outfit. It reeks of terrible violence.

As the madman’s death drew near, he no longer feared the puppets or the disease.

He only wanted the reason behind the bloodshed of his brothers.

|| my thoughts ||:  I wonder what the Pleasure Island scenario equivalent is? Hopefully no escape sequence.

I’ve noticed that once your Pulse Charge (your HP restoration ala Blood Vials) counter reaches 0, you have a chance of restoring that by defeating enemies until you fill up the gauge. I appreciate more survivability chances.

These Red Butterflies seem to be like Crystal Lizards from Dark Souls.

This doppelganger fella spooked me a little because they moved fast, wears the same clothes as P, but has an animal head instead. This one dropped a [Stalker’s Oath] on defeat. Must be a gesture?

#LIES OF P

[lfenvs3000f23]

Blog 5: No prompt!

Honestly going through the Unit 5 page, scrolling down to see no prompt, I was surprised but thankful (lol)! I feel like it's also more difficult in a way because now I actually have to think about a topic to write about (not complaining though!). I've hit the mid-semester burnout at this point, especially being in my last semester of undergrad (like ever!). Applying to grad school while also being in a research course and four other courses on top is more hectic than I thought. On top of that is life being life and throwing more stuff at you. The weekly blogs and convos have been a little harder to do as it gets busier but the interesting/creative/open-ended prompts help. To anyone reading this, I also wanted to stress the importance of personal check-ins and maintaining your mental health during these times! For me, I've been relaxing/unwinding/coping by binging copious episodes of Narcos on Netflix. I'm obsessed with Pedro Pascal at the moment. Anyways, whatever self-care looks like for you, even if it's just giving yourself time to do nothing, is so important to do!

I wanted to spend the rest of this post talking about something that interests me and I'm passionate about! I always love telling people about this because they always get so shocked and don't believe me. Did you know goldfish can get super huge outside of their fishbowls? When in an environment with unlimited resources and space to grow (e.g., lakes and/or ponds), goldfish can grow to the size of a football (the ones i've seen at least) but they can get so much bigger! This happens when people release their pet goldfish into bodies of freshwater like lakes or ponds. I worked as an Aquatic Science Technician for fish species-at-risk this summer and I've encountered quite a few of them. This is definitely not a good thing, as they're becoming quite the invasive species - but it's so absurd and strange I can't help but be excited. Here's some pictures of me with one we found this summer :) I was absolutely elated.

As you can see, the goldfish isn't bright orange as they are usually seen as in pet stores! This is because the pet goldfish we know are selectively bred to express a bright orange phenotype! As they breed in the wild with other fish (whether that be other goldfish, or they are also known to hybridize with carp), natural selection occurs and they become better blended in with their environment (this is a hypothesis). Goldfish are also highly intelligent, I think I read somewhere that they have a memory of up to 3 months and will learn tricks for treats. I like to compare goldfish to stray cats (in the fish world, at least). They were simply pets failed by their owners :( The only difference is that goldfish are highly adaptable opportunists and are invasive species now! Despite this, both scenarios go to show the importance of responsibility as a pet owner. Whether it's goldfish, bunnies, cats - no pet deserves to be dumped ! I hope you enjoyed reading this and if you're learning about this for the first time, I hope you are as amazed as I was! Now go tell all of your friends and family not to dump their goldfish!

[babydin]

ONE FOR SORROW: Synopsis & Characters

Plot is just rough for now while I get an idea of interest, I will write it up properly when I write it up properly! Comments are appreciated, I’d love to know if people will actually be interested in reading this! Alternatively I have a poll running HERE so you can vote if this is something you wanna read or not.  WARNINGS: Horror themes, grief, thoughts of suicide, character death, death in childbirth.

BASIC PLOT

Sarah’s mother died in childbirth. It was violent and horrifying.

Joel raised Sarah with a little help from Tommy until she was 4 when he met Birdie Melancon at an open mic night.

They had a one night-stand in a motel and married 2 years later.

Sarah died the day after her 12th birthday. While playing in the yard she stepped on a nail; Joel pulled it out and cleaned her and patched her up, but bacteria entered her bloodstream quickly and a post mortem determined that septic shock shut down her organs overnight. He blames himself.

Since Sarah’s death Joel has been in and out of therapy to silence thoughts of suicide and try and help with the nightmares.

On what would’ve been Sarah’s 20th birthday, Joel receives a package containing a taxidermy raven skull. Soon after the skull takes place in the house, Joel’s nightmares get worse and he starts hearing things around the house and he’s pretty sure he’s seeing things too.

CHARACTERS (headcanons present)

Joel Miller LOOKS LIKE: Pedro Pascal AGE: 48 Born in Austin, Texas to an American father and a Latina mother. Eldest of two boys. Fiercely proud of his Latino heritage. Works as a freelance carpenter and contractor with his brother. Whittles in his spare time. Loves to cook. Strums a guitar when he’s feeling thoughtful, or sad. Enjoys baths. The grief has worn him down but underneath his weather beaten exterior is a soft center that longs to be held. You know who he is.

Birdie Mavis Miller LOOKS LIKE: Meagan Good AGE: 42 Born in Henderson, Nevada and raised in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Birdie is the oldest of six children. She met Joel at an open mic night in San Antonio, where she was singing. He asked her where she was from before he asked her name, and for the longest time he called her Nevada. She is strong willed and kind, determined and passionate, unapologetically loud about things she is emotional about. Hopelessly romantic but pretends she isn’t. Lover of the macabre. She works as a sales assistant in a record store until she can get her ‘big break’ as a singer.

Melissa Sarah Miller LOOKS LIKE: Logan Browning Melissa was Joel’s first wife. They married young and Melissa fell pregnant with Sarah by accident after a previously failed pregnancy; the fetus died in utero at around 26 weeks and Melissa was induced. It was 3 years after that that Melissa announced her pregnancy and it was far from the happy occasion it ought to have been. It wasn’t until after the 26 week mark that they started to get excited. During labor, Melissa suffered eclampsia, which caused placental abruption. Sarah was delivered safely but Melissa was losing more blood than they could supply her with and it ultimately lead to her death.

Sarah Ines Miller LOOKS LIKE: NICO PARKER Sarah was raised by Joel and her Uncle Tommy for the first four years of her life. She was a happy child who loved music and movies, and her father very much. She rarely cried and Joel always said it was because she’d already experienced the worst pain imaginable in losing her mom. She was wise beyond her years and had a lot of compassion for her local community. She died after stepping on a rusty nail on her 12th birthday.

Tess “Puck” Anderson LOOKS LIKE: Hilarie Burton-Morgan Tess is Joel’s therapist. He has never once called her by her real name; He had nicknamed her Puck because she's like a mischievous woodland sprite, and she always has ways of getting him to open up. She never manipulates him she just does her job and she’s good at it.

#( one for sorrow: babydin ) #( joel miller: babydin ) #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller x oc #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal x oc

[amxthystiine]

@original-character-championship

Kairos + others lore dump part 2,,

Well, to pick up right where we left off-

Lloyd, in a fit of rage, swears an oath of vengeance against Alex, as Emily sobs her nights away from her unaffected facade she puts up in front of others.

What happened was that Alex had a taste of power, perhaps one too generous, as he would abuse his powers to no end, learning more and gaining more as he neglected his wife, son and friends.

He then realized that to gain more power, he had to "optimize" his body for time travel.

He began to start making "improvements", ones that started small even back in his vigilante days.

These all added up and got a bit out of hand, especially after losing an eye in a battle.

He would then go by Kairos from then on, not associating himself with his past self anymore, setting his sights on a new goal much higher and much more delusional than his last - achieving godhood.

So, Lloyd and Emily decide to try and take down Kairos, starting by gaining power, knowledge and strength as to take the guy down.

Meanwhile, Kairos kinda purposefully fucks up everything throughout the timelines he travels through, (Kairos can not only travel forwards and back in time, but can also travel through alternate timelines. Think of them as like parallel universes) gaining some higher powers' attention who then later summons him to ask what he was doing messing everything up like that.

Little to their knowledge, this was on purpose as he wanted to join their ranks.

He explains this, showcasing his powers, getting nothing but a disdained sigh and a fool's errand, being told to "go make the people on Earth finally start believing in us again so we can become more powerful and then we'll consider it"

Kairos then gets really pissed, as he mutilated his body and dedicated years of research into this, (though some of it wasn't his) and so goes off the deep end and starts committing intertimelinial war crimes out of spite and as to threaten them into reconsidering.

What he did in the other timelines themselves are somewhat innocent at first, but due to his knowledge of the ins and outs of timelines at this point, and the utter potency of the butterfly effect, he had targetted the weakpoints, leading to utter carnage following the man wherever he went.

Or at least, carnage to the being's authority.

His message came across as clear as day once they caught on, and if there's one thing you learn from myths, it's that you don't fuck with power you don't know the extent of.

So when they finally caught him in the act, they end up sealing Kairos in a small pocket dimension out of space and time, all alone, doomed to wander the place forever, unable to escape, cursed by his own dedication to immortal youth.

While Kairos is stuck as he goes even madder inside his small pocket dimension, realizing that he can't rift his way outta this one, Emily and Lloyd are still gaining power to confront Kairos again, not knowing he'd just been sealed away.

Alex's family have no idea about his Kairos insanity, having searched for quite a while after the first appearance and later announcing him dead.

Thus, they just leave his legacy as Alexander Pascall, praising his diligence and good nature as well as his sense of morality and justice that he was remembered for before he disappeared. (they're kinda rich and famous as, well, while no one else knows how he did time travel, that wasn't the only breakthrough he'd achieved in the field of magi-tech.)

So his son and wife grow up together, missing him and relying on each other until the end of the wife's life, leaving his poor son an orphan, left to fend for himself.

Back to the duo set on vengeance, eventually, Lloyd gains his power in the form of an incredible amount of magical knowledge and experience from multiple grimoires thanks to his penchant for astrology.

On the other hand, Emily focuses on expanding her arsenal of weapons, and honing her ability to kill with no powers (as she never had any magical potential) to a concerning degree of success.

Time passes on, and Lloyd starts becoming a bit paranoid, noticing Kairos's concerning inactivity, expecting an ambush at any time.

He starts stocking up on extra, dubiously-sourced power unbeknownst to Emily, and decides to start an alter ego as to train his skills and actively bring attention and seek out Kairos.

Lloyd gets far too into enhancing his powers "as to be prepared for anything", until he, too, then goes missing in a fog cloud late one evening while on a holiday with his family, scarring his son and causing immense grief to his wife.

This son also eventually becomes an orphan down the line, but not due to natural causes this time, so take that as you will.

One late evening, Emily grieves and collapses one evening in the lab, ready to close up the place once and for all due to the horrible memories attached to it and it's now missing common visitors.

The strange sensation of deja vu from all those years ago was still acting up again and again, frustrating Emily to the brink of insanity herself, as she finally realized a few months ago what was going on.

She was pretty sure.....she was stuck in a time loop.

It'd started ever since that damn moment she got slashed by those golden hands.

And now, well, she's been stuck in a timeloop of this timeline, slowly learning to stiffen up and feeling much older than her body really was, with an immense amount of experience and wisdom, forced to be thrown back in time if she does even a single action out of script for the timeline’s list of events.

And yet, she didn’t even get to keep the damn memories of future sections, as every damn decision she made could loop her back to the moment she made said decision, over and over and over again until she got the right option.

And the only evidence of these previous decisions she made were blurry, fuzzy memories and maybe one or two words from the results if she was lucky.

As her mind wandered off to theories about how she could undo this curse out upon her, fingers fiddling with a toolbox propped on a desk that he’d never packed away. Might as well take it as to get some good use, or at least, cash, out of i-

Wait.

Someone’s here, aren’t they.

That’s what she thought she remembered happening anyways.

And sure enough…

WOOSH!

A shadow flicked out of the corner of her eye towards a pair of curtains.

Emily whipped out her spiked lasso, circling it round and round, ready to capture the invader.

She ran up to the window, eyes darting around as she tried to find the source of the shadows when a figure stepped out of them, bright nimbus behind its head aglow like the full moon outside.

He donned a dark purple suit accented with orange and yellow, wielded a cane with a crescent moon-shaped handle, and stared into Emily's eyes, the calm and collected smirk on his face unwavering.

She could immediately tell something was wrong, that something was off, that yet again, this friend of hers was not be the same person he was a year ago before his disappearance.

Tears pricked her eyes as Emily couldn't stop seeing Kairos in him, choking down sobs as she attacked the smug being that was once her friend.

That night Lloyd learned that perhaps, to change fate, you were supposed to do it out of sight and out of mind. Never directly.

And, well, they do say that pain can be a great teacher.

Moments after the encounter, Emily gave in to her heaving sobs, breaking down as her salty tears flooded the once pristine concrete floor.

And, well, that was the most recent sighting of anything that resembled Lloyd Dixon.

What happened to Emily, you ask?

Well, she would close off to others over time, still deciding to try and keep justice up in the local area and to save as many people as possible, but, she didn’t hesitate to sacrifice the lives of a few to save the lives of many, and in the end always chose herself.

How could she trust another after them?

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"Well..." he thought for a second, eyebrows scrunching, "Not really no, we have video stores for buying but rentals, well those are a bit... dated?" Pascal tried to find the right word. He never thought he might need to explain streaming services to someone, now that he thought of it, those things are hard to describe. "It's all done through internet now, you pay a fee and watch stuff online, you can rent online, even the newest movies. Man, I was so looking forward to watching the new guardians of the galaxy, I guess there's no way to see it here." Pascal smiled looking at Frankie for an answer, he hadn't yet worked out the ins and outs of this place so maybe it wasn't out of the realms of possibilites?

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