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[wyrcan]

i love you amazing spiderman

[just-some-random-blogger]

He Tells Me

Masterlist

You've fallen into psychological stalemate with a man who does things for you without needing to be asked, and neither of you want to give up the last say.

Joel Miller x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, fluff, overgiver!joel & yn, ellie 'JUST FUCKING KISS ALREADY' williams, typos, etc.

A/N: ive fallen into this song again. ITS SO JOEL CODED

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @multifandom-fangirl4

▶ ♪ Play touch tank by quinnie ♪ ◀

I love you isn't always I and Love and You; it isn't always the words that tumble out of your mouth or the lump that's stuck in your throat.

I love you isn't always a kiss and a hug; it isn't always the way lips brush against skin or chests press against chests.

Sometimes it's good mornings. Good morning, I love you. Did you sleep well, I love you. Have you eaten, I love you.

I love you, I did the dishes.

I love you, I fixed your faulty light.

Hey, let me carry that for you.

This reminded me of you, here.

I think you'd like this.

I love you.

But somehow, those I love yous read to you as you owe mes, and now, you were paying back every bit of your debt with blood, sweet, and a burnt hand.

Ellie opens the door and smiles, immediately calling your name and pulling you into a side hug. You lean into her embrace as much as the steaming casserole in your hand will allow you.

"You made it just in time for dinner!" she says, pushing you in with her.

You chuckle, "oh, Elle-machine. I'm just here to drop this off and-"

"Don't be silly," a voice cuts you off. Joel comes down from the stairs, barely glancing your way as he overtakes you both, heading for the kitchen. Still, you notice his faint smile and a shot of electricity ripples down your spine, a swell of warmth crawls up your ears.

Joel walks off, grunting as he did, "you're staying for dinner. End of story."

Ellie watches you be rendered frozen in your spot. She does not hide her grin, "he just called you silly."

You turn to her, finding the pot in your hand was feeling heavier, "... he did."

You and Ellie make it to the dining table and you set the food you prepared on a table next to the other dishes.

"Wow," you mutter, "roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and a salad," you look up at Joel, who was walking over with another pot. He sets the pot down as you turn to Ellie, "is it your birthday or something?"

"No," Ellie sit down with a smile, "Joel just knows I'm a growing child who needs her food."

You bring a hand to your mouth to hold in your giggles. Joel catches this and furrows his brows.

"Consider me jealous, honey," you tease her.

"Well, you could always move in with us," Ellie props her elbows on the table.

Before you can reply, Joel takes your hand, making both you and Ellie turn to him. Your heart pounds. His expression hardens as he takes in the cloth wrapped around your palms, "what happened to your hand?"

You watch him examine your hand a second too long. Joel looks back at out, ripping a response from your lips, "I- uh- the... the casserole."

Joel raises his brows, "you burnt your hand cooking?"

The worry in his brown eyes ate away at your heart. You clench your jaw, unwilling to admit you were a useless and bad cook, "... no."

Joel thinks back to the contents of the first aid kit in the compound.

"I- I was doing something with the pot and then I-"

"I think Tommy has burn ointment somewhere," Joel trails off, immediately releasing my hand and marching off.

Your stomach drops. You immediately catch his arm, "wait!"

Joel stops in his tracks, looking back at you.

"It's not a big deal!" you say through an airy chuckle, "I put it under running water for a while. I just put a wrap because it hurts when I-"

His hand, warm and gentle, coming atop yours cuts you off. Joel shifts in his spot; your ears perk, as they were sensitive to the sound of his boots. He gives you a look, a kind one, a patient one, a tender one, "it isn't a big deal. I'll be back in two seconds."

The moment Joel walks off, Ellie pipes up, "you should just take a seat. You know you can't argue with him. Well, I mean you can but that normally doesn't end up well." She pats on the empty chair beside her, "want to hear about what I did in school today instead?"

You release a soft breath and smile, "of course, darling."

When Joel came back, he announced there was no burn ointment, but he did find an ice pack. The only problem now, there was no ice. And so as the three of you began to eat, he explained he'd fix the broken ice cream freezer in the warehouse and make ice for you tomorrow. To which you said-

"You really don't have to," you shake your head, suddenly too embarrassed to get anymore food than you already had on your plate. You had one scoop of mashed potatoes.

Joel moves the bowl of mash closer to you then takes off the lid of one pot, "I meant to do it anyway. They found spare parts for it. Now I have a reason," he turns to you, "have some pasta. I made it for you."

Your eyes land on the pot. You begin to feel a nasty little feeling claw up your nape at the thought of Joel going out of his way for you. I mean, you made the casserole to repay him for helping you do your laundry, and if it wasn't bad enough that he saw your underwear, he made you food, one of your favorites. You offer Joel a smile, "thank you, Joel."

He reaches out to your for your plate. You hand it to him wordlessly. He mutters, "you're welcome, sweetheart."

Your lips part. He's never called you that before, only Ellie.

He stills the moment he has your plate in hand, "I- I mean-"

"NAH," Ellie cuts as she rips off a chicken leg, "you called her sweetheart. No take backsies."

Joel clears his throat as he puts pasta on your plate.

When you all finished eating, not a lick was left on your plates. You obviously insisted on washing the dishes and Joel countered you wouldn't be because you were a guest. The back and forth became so insufferable Ellie stepped up and volunteered, insisting instead that Joel walk you back home. You had no means to insist your way out of that.

And so you waited by the front door for Joel to get his jacket from the second floor. When he got it, the two of you headed out, walking quite leisurely.

"You know," you shove your hands in your pockets. You couldn't help it, "my house is literally, like, two steps away from here. You don't have to walk-"

Joel draping his jacket around your shoulders silence you. He pulls the thing by the collar, making sure it was snug on you, "yeah. All the more reason to walk you, since it's so close."

You watch him pull his pants up as he looks around. He offers, "but if it's a challenge you want, we can circle 'round the compound a bit before heading back to yours."

A warmth envelopes you, and it's not because of his jacket.

He turns to you when you don't respond, immediately blurting, "only if you want," he wipes his lips, "I'm not trying to make you do-"

"No, I know," you shake your head, "I know what you mean."

You and Joel look at each other in the quiet while walking. He takes a moment before nodding. He chuckles rather uneasily, "okay... good- that's good."

Seconds pass with just the sound of your footsteps between you.

You decide to say what's on your mind, "Uh," you turn to your feet.

Joel immediately locks his gaze on you.

"Next time," you purse your lips, "just leave the pasta to me."

Joel knits his brows. Damn.

"You know..." you look away, "like, I'm glad you invited me over and all, but you-"

"Was it that bad?"

You finally turn to him, "what?"

"Was my cooking that bad?" Joel feels his insides churn. He feels so stupid suddenly for not following the recipe to a tee. Damn his personal tastes.

You shake your head, "no. No! Your cooking was great! It wasn't bad at all. I enjoyed it. This isn't about your cooking."

He makes a face, "oh..."

You nod, clarifying, "I just- you don't have to do that for me."

He takes a moment to think. Oh... He snorts and rubs his nose, "ah... I see."

You knit your brows at that.

Joel's shoulder's slump. It was him then. Well, he doesn't blame you for not being interested. He releases a breath. It was stupid of him anyway. He thinks of a flimsy excuse to break the tension. It a horrible lie, "sorry, uh, it's just-- Ellie just really wanted to eat with you."

His words make you knit your brows deeper. You blink twice, "Ellie... wanted me to join?"

"Yeah," Joel huffs, "she thinks your great."

You nod slowly.

"But... if you don't want to eat with me, I'll make sure to-"

"Wait, what?"

The both of you stop walking.

Joel feels his insides disintegrate when you look at him the way you do. He looks away and clears his throat. Man up, "I... don't want to make you uncomfortable with any... unwanted advances."

"Wait," you quickly step forward. You rapidly shake your head, "no! I..." you raise your brows, "I just- I don't want to burden you with... with- d-doing things for me."

A deep line forms between Joel's brows, "burden? Who said anything about burdens?"

You look away as you continue to shake your head, "I- I don't know. I just- I don't want to bother you-"

"JUST KISS ALREADY!"

Both of you snap to the side There, from the second floor window, was Ellie, head sticking out of the window. She cups her mouth with her hand and screams again, "KIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS!"

You look away from her. You turn to your feet as you feel your face burn.

Joel's loud voice surprises you, "GO TO BED!"

"I'M NOT 4!" Ellie screams back.

Joel decides to end the screaming match with a grumble, "well, you're damn acting like one." He turns back to you, "sorry about her, she's-"

"I really like you," you blurt when you look back at him, "I really like being around you."

Joel feels his fingers tingle.

Your impulsiveness only now begins to feel like a bad idea, "I-" your voice gets smaller, "it's not unwanted advances... not per se... It's just- when people do things for me, I don't- well, I don't know, I-"

"You can't just accept it?"

You stare at each other for a moment. You nod. Joel nods too.

"I'm usually the one giving, ya know," you say.

Joel nods again, "I do. I feel the same way. I don't like needing to get help from anyone," he crosses his arms, "but, you know, being with Ellie... she's taught me that sometimes-"

"FUCKING KISS HER OLD MAN!"

You can't contain the snort that leaves your mouth. Joel shoots a glare to his side. Still, he breaks into a chuckle, "I'm gonna kill her."

Ellie makes a face and waves her hands, "NO! DON'T LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT HER! LOOK AT- oh my god he actually did it."

[ashipiko]

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Please read at your own risk. There will be warnings at the start of the chap!

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[vashiko]

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hi, my name is vash! you can also call me eddie, nick (phoenix), or lynne. i have a lot of names, just for fun. i go by he him + she her pronouns primarily. they them is okay sometimes too!

i come from twitter(x) under the same username! considering the new guidelines there with ai, i don’t think i’ll be very active there anymore ..

i am an autistic + multifandom artist! i draw the things i love and i draw them for me and my friends, i am not a fan of algorithms. i also have wrist issues and i do a lot of work, so all things considered, i may not be posting super frequently. sorry

zionists, proshippers and things of the like are not welcome here. i block very liberally.

free palestine! free everyone! thank you for your time ♪

find or contact me!

bluesky : savrem

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my letterbox is open for anything including artwork requests! (responses are not guaranteed!)

[mamadayoo]

So, here we go. ♪

My name is Lada, all the important information is in the picture above. I'm not an adult (now I'm 17), but honestly, I don't care about mine or yours age.

» I created this blog to share my artworks (tag - #stupidfox arts), and I'll be glad if you like them. I mostly draw my ocs (later I'll tell about them) and absolutely random fandoms - there won't be one specific theme here. I also like spontaneous crossovers, it's funny. I know many medias and can write about something unpopular or very old, so I would like to found multifandom people who share my interests ~

» I don't have specific DNI or something, just be nice to me and others and it'll work out. I'm fine with almost everything.

(English isn't my first language and I can make mistakes, sorry...)

some of my artworks: (ocs and fanarts)

[unch4rtedwxters]

– Kiss the Sky, The Wild Robot

ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ?

irl friends: ⭐️

sophie foster εїз – @therealsophieelizabethfoster

bee ☀ – @swans-chirping-in-the-distance

kae ❁ – @queenpiranhadon ⭐️

lula (kate) (⁎˃ᆺ˂) – @iam1withthepeggy ⭐️

css11 ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ – @calla-starkflowerstew11

kale \ (•◡•) / – @kale-of-the-forbidden-cities

eliza ♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ – @lizahamilton

everett ◉_◉ – @awful-amateur

nova ౨ৎ – @rxsewqter

val ⋆ – @yourtwistedlies

sk4el ♥‿♥ – @sokeefe4evalove

oreo ⚆ _ ⚆ – @lillibethnougatesquirethe3rd

loife ☼.☼ – @loife1m

fuzzy ~(˘▾˘~) – @fuzzysoulyt

figf ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ) – @fuckimgenderfluid

forkman (◕‿◕✿) – @norwegian-trickster-god

aeylis ˏ₍๏ɞ๏₎ˎ – @tastetherainbow290

froggy 𓆏 – @frog-with-a-top-hat

tina ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ – @tinadablackthorn

rithi ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ – @mxnkeydo

nytbs ↜ʚɞ↝ – @newyorktimesbestsellerr

oseg ☞ – @onlyslightlyevilgremlin

leta ☻ – @/itadori-yujiii

fishy ʚʘ͜͡﴿﴿﴿﴿﴿﴿⫷ – @hxart-of-thx-ocxan

aylin ✦ – @moondust-on-the-hijabi

aether ☁︎ – @riordanverseaddict

queenie ♕ – @queenie-blackthorn

jörm (ง'̀-'́)ง – @your-local-multi-geek ⭐️

kitcat (¬‿¬) – @someonewhogotanaccount

mini ◈ – @reyna-obsessed

lola (^-.-^)⤳ – @ramblings-of-lola

zeta ʘ‿ʘ – @cinematics06 ⭐️

yuna (ㅇㅅㅇ❀) – @4114yunique

lizard ๑ï – @lizardtheacorn

esme ꧂ – @hijabi-desi-bookworm

seph ☆ – @hiraethicalreverie

arya 𓍊 – @mushroomcarrotstick

sophie ⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱ – @pyromaniac-on-caffeine

hera ੈ – @aston-martin-in-the-ditch

grace ✎ – @writergracethepanda

ella 𓃰 – @elephantinahawaiianshirt

max ಠ‿↼ – @sabrine-bree-the-bravery

hdm ┴��� ͜ʖ ͡°) ├┬ – @hijabi-desi-musicals

zoe ٩(`･ω･´)و – @zoesim5

mfr ଘ – @multifandom-romantic

leo valdez ☄ – @team-leoo

[zehnmou]

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If you find this blog of mine by any chance, then welcome!

I'm Zehnmou, my nickname can probably be pronounced as /ts:en maʊ/, for I mixed the languages and gibberish sound together to create this nickname years ago

About me - As written in my bio, I am an internet dweller, nothing more and nothing less. Most of the time, I will talk about my interests on this platform, but I also share about important things (fundraisers or informative post about the current situations) What do I like? - Many, but right now I am interested in Call of Duty games, mostly Black Ops Cold War and Russell Adler, my dearest ship is Adler x Bell. I welcome both of Adler x self inserts or Adler x OCs here φ(゜▽゜*)♪. - I am highkey multifandom, but since I like too many things at once, I rarely talk about them (too many, yikes!). - Video games, anime, manga, maybe Japanese popular culture as a whole. My biggest love can be: Doraemon, Gintama, Black Lagoon, PSYCHO-PASS and much more. I am also a casual fan of gacha games and J-RPGs in general - Art, interesting pieces of history and culture as well - Or just things that I found fascinating! What can I make? - I can draw stuff, my artstyle is inconsistent and it's mostly just my original characters. I have some hobbies too but drawing is what I do most. However, this depends on my health and my current mood. Is there anything I want to make it clear? - I do not accept any kind of hostility towards people (e.g racism, ableism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.) in my blog. Regarding this, if anything wrong happens, whether it comes from me or others, please kindly let me know and I would love to work on it. Is there anything I want to say? - Thank you for your support towards my art, I just come back to Tumblr not so long ago, but I appreciate your presence here. I really do. + This is my own personal blog as well. As I said that my current biggest hyperfixation is BOCW + BO6 and Russell Adler, I might post other things and talk about other things too. I'm not someone that can post constantly about one thing for years, but one thing I'm sure is I would still be fond of them. In another word, please expect to see more fandom stuff coming from me. And I hope you don't mind my grammar errors/spelling mistakes!

[mayuichi]

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I Wanna

Yakuza!Pedro Pascal x Reader + Baker!Oscar Isaac x Reader

Summary: You fell in love with the leather jacket wearing thug named Pedro, and even after finding out he was part of the yakuza, you married him against your family's will. What happens when your marriage comes crumbling down and his best friend, Oscar, comes picking up the pieces?

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: Yakuza/Baker AU ok? ok, CRACK FIC, anime parody (ie, cringe cliche anime scene descriptions, romanized japanese~, etc.), fem!reader, Wife!Reader, infidelity/cheating, hurt/comfort, mentions/depictions of violence, fluff, angst, did i say crack fic?, typos etc.

A/N: I know its says pedro and oscar, but its not really them ? HAHHA just dont take this too seriously 💀. It started with this tiktok and me thinkin it was a damn telenovela. then the pic of pedro in this moodboard made @sloanexx say 'yakuza pedrosan' and i was like 😀😀BESTIE THATS AN IDEA then this other tiktok happened and then it sewed everything in place. Cross posted on my ao3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz @multifandom-fangirl4

▶ Play ♪ 'I Wanna' by The All American Rejects

The bell chimes as the door opened. I pull my head off my hand and pause the funny cat compilation video I was watching. I straightened up where I was leaned on the front counter, standing from my stool. I put on a fake smile and greet, "irasshaimase~ Welcome to the Starlight Cafe!"

I close my eyes as I grin. Gosh, I hate my job.

I hear the customer walk over to me. When I open my eyes, I let out a gasp when I see his face. The wind blows. Cherry blossoms drift with the breeze. His leather jacket glimmers. His shades glint as he pushes them down slowly. He flips his short hair. It barely moves.

I let out an audible gasp. My eyes glitter, "so pretty."

He knits his brows, "nani?~"

"What?"

"What?"

"What-" I clear my throat as I am snapped out of that maladaptive montage. I chuckle softly, "what would you like to order?"

The man looks at me through his lowered glasses and then with a swoosh, removes his glasses. I gasp again, clutching my chest. I whisper under my breath, "sugoi~"

"Mmm," he hums, crossing his arms, titling his head, "what would you recommend, cutie pie?"

My background turns pink. Heart shaped sparkles appear in my eyes. I gasp, he just called me cutie pie? He thinks I'm cute?!

"A- I-" I suck in a breath and carefully offer, "a lot of our customers order the triple chocolate frappe. It has a choco base, choco syrup, and chocolate bits."

"Mmm," he hums again, "I didn't ask what the other customers order," he leans in toward me, our faces inches apart, "I asked for your recommendation."

The whole world turns black. My heartbeat is magnified. I feel my entire body burn, "I-"

The man leans on the counter, placing the shades in his hand on his head. He raises a brow, "well?"

I suck in a breath and mutter, "s-strawberry."

"Hmm? What was that, cutie pie?" A smirks plays on his lips.

"I like iced strawberry lattes," I retort.

He pulls back and leans on one leg. He chuckles, "kawaii~" then nods, raising two fingers, "2 iced strawberry lattes then."

I nod gingerly, punch in his order, "could I just get your name for the order?"

His name rolls off his tongue smoothly, "Pedro."

Ah... Pedro-san~

I tell him his total and take his payment. I hand him his recipt. The world moves in slow motion as he takes it from me. He says a quick thanks and walks off. His boots click across the empty cafe. He sits down on sofa chair next to the window and props his elbows on the back rest, crossing his legs as he looks out. Pink blossoms fall from the sakura tree outside. He smiles at the sight of it, "I've missed Tokyo."

I cannot stop looking at him as I make his order. With every step, every mix, every pour, every shake, I steal a glace of Pedro. I couldn't help myself. That was, until I saw him looking back at me.

I drop the jigger onto the counter with a loud thud. I freeze and look away from him. Shit.

Pedro's lips curve into a soft smile. He whispers under his breath, "baka~"

Stupid.

From then on, I focus only on finishing his order.

When I do, I place the two cups on the counter and call out, "2 iced strawberry lattes for Pedro."

Pedro turns to me. He stands from his spot and walks over. He smiles and takes the one latte, examining the perfectly placed strawberry slice on the cream, then pokes a straw through the plastic cover. He brings the straw to his lips and takes a sip. I watch him with anticipation, clenching my fists tightly.

He pulls the cup away and licks his lips.

I gulp heavily.

Pedro smirks, "refreshing."

I let out a soft sound of relief.

He then takes another straw then pokes it into the other cup. He pushes the cup across the counter, towards me, and mutters, "enjoy the treat, cutie pie."

My jaw drops as I look down at the counter. He- he... bought this for me?

Pedro takes another sip of his drink with a playful look on his face, "see you soon, strawberry."

With that, he turns around and walks away. I gasp when I see the print on his jacket. He was... a gangter? Yakuza?

I watched him as he stepped out of the cafe and crossed the street. My eyes widen when he looked over his shoulder and winked at me.

"That guy is nothing but trouble," I mutter to myself.

Little did I know that I would go on to understand how much trouble he really was, because one day, I would become his wife.

I remember the day he asked me, the day he promised it all to me.

I had since stopped working at the cafe and got an office job at a high paying firm. He had gotten into a fight with my overbearing co-worker who incesantly kept walking with me on my way home from work.

Pedro told me he wouldn't be able to pick me up that day even after I begged over and over to, because I didn't want ot be alone with my slimy co-worker. Little did I know that he planned it all. He knew my co-worker would persist and I wouldn't be able to get him to back off.

When we were a few blocks away from our office, walking the down the street I dreaded walking because it was dark, he came out of nowhere. Pedro popped up in front of us, scaring both me and my co-worker. The next thing that I knew, Pedro had the man by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

I was too shocked to react and I couldn't hear a word he was saying because Pedro whispered to him.

Once he released him, the man went running the other way. When Pedro turned to me, I gasped at the state of him. He had a busted lip, blood on his brow, a black eye, and the jacket he wore all the time was torn on the sleeve.

He whispers my name, eyes unable to meet mine.

I look at him as the orange streetlight gave me a vague view of his face, "wha-"

"I'm not a good man, in fact, I'm a horrible man," he mutters.

"Pedro-"

"Matte~" he mutters, "wait... just let me say this."

His face darkens as he hangs his head low. He rumages through his back pocket and pulls out something, "I don't think I can ever change," he slowly takes my hand. My cold hands burn in his hot one, "but I know for a fact I can never live..."

I gasp as I look down at my hand.

"- if I don't have you," he says, slipping a ring on my finger. Even through the darkness, I could see that the silver ring was reddened with blood.

"I did it for you," he says, making my eyes dart back up to his face. Pedro continues, "I killed my boss for you."

A shiver runs down my spine.

"I'm the boss now."

"Pedro-"

"Nothing will ever stand in our way," he steps forward, taking both my hands in his, "I would give you anything you want, everything you need," he bends to look up at me, "I would place Tokyo in the palm of your hand."

"Pedro..." I speak warily, "I- I don't need Tokyo..."

Pedro's face falls. He lets out a shaky breath. He straightens up and looks at our joined hands. He feels his eyes water. He feels his grip loosen.

I grip his hands before he lets go, "I just need you."

Pedro looks up. He looks at me. He feels his world light up. He feels the surroundings glow. He tightens his hold on me then gets down on one knee, "marry me."

I suck in a breath and nod, "I-"

I do.

I marry him.

I marry him against all the wishes of my family, effectively isolating me from all my relatives. I quit my job due to proximity issues, but in truth, I didn't need one anymore. Pedro lives up to his words, he gives me anything I want, everything I need; he placed Tokyo in the palm of my hands and yet-

It all fades.

Where once I beamed at his arrival, I now broke down in dread as I watched him crawl back to me.

I'm not in the mood for your lectures. I told you not to wait up. Strawberry, I had to take this job. Stop it. You wouldn't understand. I do this for you. I do this for you.

I DO THIS FOR YOU!

"I didn't ask you to do this for me," I sob against my knees as I pull my legs into me.

It was horrible. Pedro was working more than there were hours in the day. There was barely anything left of him when he came back. There was barely anything left of us.

"Oi, oi, oi~" a soft voice attempts to calm me.

I lift my puffy eyes as I look at the grey world before me. I watch as the curly haired man places a tray on the table and kneels down next to my chair, "what has you crying this time, puddle girl?"

Puddle girl. He called me this because I jumped in a puddle and splashed him the day we met.

He places a hand on my shoulder and shakes his head, "you don't have to worry about anything."

My voice breaks at his words. I sob, "Oscar-"

"Listen to me," he says, getting back on his feet, though he stays hunched to meet me at eye level, "Pedro is a dummy. He doesn't listen to me, he doesn't listen to you, but-" he raises a finger, "he listens to himself."

I sniffle at his words. I watch him as he straightens up.

"Show him what he's missing. Show him what he does this for, what he really does this for," Oscar says, placing his hands in his pockets, "did I ever tell you I made him buy me a bi-"

"Bike when you were still in school by convincing him it was him that broke yours," I continue his story for him through a stuffy voice.

Oscar chuckles. He presses the back of his hand on his lips as he does so, "ahhh," he sighs, "have I said it that much? Gomen~"

The sound of his voice makes the greyscale world seem brighter--happier. He chuckles again, running his hands through his hair. Sunshine cascades over his body, highlighting the curve of his toned chest through his dress shirt with three undone buttons. There is a sparkle that lingers on his bicep as he does this.

"Don't be too sad," Oscar says, pulling out a hanky from his pocket for me. He offers it with a smile and cocks his head to the side, "I made you a croissant and hot chocolate to cheer you up."

When I take his hanky and turn to the tray, I see the magic of his cooking waft in the hair. The smell of the food goes straight to my lungs and I realize in this moment just how hungry I was.

I shift in my spot, wiping my tears, reaching out for the pastry in front of me.

The bell chimes as the door is opened.

"Moshi moshi~" Oscar smiles, greeting the customers who walked into his bakeshop. I watch him as he attends to the old couple, leaning down to meet them eye level. My heart clenches when the old woman pinches his cheek.

The world suddenly has a golden haze.

I take Oscar's words to heart and put his plan into action.

I made it a point to do all the things I loved doing with Pedro and told him all about it. I made plans with him: I reserved dinner dates in our favorite places, bought tickets for movies we'd both like, wore the clothes I knew he liked me in, kissed him in spots that made him weak. I did it all, knowing he couldn't dare resist.

And yet he did.

At first, he would say he would try to make it to the date, then that he was too tired. Sometimes he'd cave and I'd have him right where I wanted him. Eventually, he began brushing me off.

He said he couldn't do those silly things right now.

"He said that?!" Oscar snapped, eyes wide in offence as I sob while recounting my latest encounter with his best friend. He fumes, "oh, I swear, I'm going to beat him up."

"Oscar, please."

"No, no-" he shakes his head rapidly, "I have to teach that rat a lesson."

"You're going to get yourself hurt."

"Well, you've been getting hurt," he counters.

I rub my eyes, no longer wanting to talk about this, as exhaustion begins to creep up on me.

The night air creeps up on me as a bunch of cars pass by the street of Oscar's closed bakeshop. For a moment, there was only the sound of tires on asphalt that filled the air.

"I've got it," Oscar mutters, "we'll make him jealous."

My face contorts in confusion and exhaustion, "nani?~"

"There's nothing that will make a man go crazy more than seeing his girl with someone else."

I huff and shake my head, "that's a horrible idea."

Oscar shakes his head too, grabbing my hand. I gasp when he does this. I look at him through my wet lashes. His brows furrowed. His eyes had stars in them. He mutters my name softly. A wind brushes through his hair as he did so, "trust me. I'm going to help you get your love back."

I look at him as he smiles.

"And anyway, it's just pretend," he reassures.

It really was.

Just pretend...

... at least at first.

Pedro grumbled as I giggled at the ice cream I smeared on his nose. He gives me a stink eye as I take a tissue and wipe the pink cream off him.

"It was an accident, darling," I say sweetly.

Pedro snorts and leans his forhead against mine, "of course it is," he pulls back as I giggle. A smirk plays on his lips as he licks his ice cream, "who would dare disrespect the big boss?"

I roll my eyes at his words. I nearly chew him up for it, but then I catch sight of Oscar and my attention is averted.

"Oscar-san!~" I call out.

Oscar raises a hand as he walks over to us.

"Pedro," Oscar says, patting him on the shoulder.

Pedro chuckles, nodding to him in regard, "Oscar."

Oscar looks between us, "any ice cream for me?"

"Sorry, we just got two," I retort.

Oscar pouts.

Pedro bites on his cone, "get your own."

Oscar turns to him, then back to me, "we should get one later."

I nod and smile, "okay."

Pedro furrows his brows, "later?" He tilts his head, "what's happening later?"

I mimic his expression, "don't you remember, Pedro? I told you I bought tickets for Barbie, but you said you couldn't watch it with me, so I invited Oscar to watch with me instead."

Pedro tenses. Oscar and I look at him as he slowly nods. "Ahh," Pedro says, "that's smart," he licks his ice cream, "better than not having anyone use the ticket."

Needless to say, I was quite dejected on our way to watch Barbie, as our plan didn't work at all.

"Don't worry about it, puddle girl," Oscar nudges me lightly with his elbow, "it's going to work."

"Work how?!" I blurt, "he thought it was a good idea!"

Oscar leans in and smiles, "in time."

"Pedro!" I call to him weeks later after that day, "do you like my outfit?"

Pedro, who was knee-deep in paper work, darts his eyes up and gazes at me through his glasses, barely shifting on his office chair. He looks me once over and nods, "yes, very pretty dear," he looks back to his desk, "are you going somewhere?"

"Hai~" I nod, stepping out of his office, "Oscar is going to pick me up in a few minutes."

Pedro pulls his head back and does a double take upon hearing this. He removes his glasses, "wait," he shakes his head, "Oscar?"

I nod again as I open the door, "hai~ He's taking me out dancing with my high school friends."

Pedro's brows furrows, "that's tonight? You said that was going to be next week."

"Pedro," I shake my head, "I told you that one week ago."

"But I-"

"Don't worry," I raise a hand, "Oscar agreed to come. I asked him this morning."

"This morning?" Pedro muttered, "that's such short notice."

I chuckle, "yeah. He needs to get a girlfriend." I step out of his office.

"Yamete!~"

I stop and turn back, finding Pedro was walking over to me. He places his hands on my shoulder and looks me up and down. "Beautiful," he whispers, placing a kiss on my lips. I am shocked my his affection, and my eyes widen as I gasp. When he pulls away, he brushes my cheek, "I love you."

I look at him, heart soaring at his words, "I love you."

A crack of thunder comes after a bolt of lighting rips through the dark grey clouds.

"I love you," Oscar says, body dripping in rain water.

I shake my head, eyes mimicking the sky, refusing to let him in. I close the small gap in the front door. He risks his fingers and toes by jamming them in to keep me from shutting him out.

"Onegaishimasu~" his voice breaks, "please don't make me go."

"Oscar," I whimper, eyes falling to the floor, unable to meet his gaze. I watch as water drips from his fingers, "everything about this is wrong."

"I know it is," he says and thunder cracks again, "I know it is."

I feel my cheeks burn because of my tears, "then leave. You know it's the right thing to do."

"But I don't want to leave-"

I sigh, "Oscar-"

"-and I know you don't either."

I don't respond to him.

There's another roll of thunder.

My skin pricks with goosebumps when he says my name the way he did, the way Pedro used to, the way Oscar always does.

"I love you," Oscar cries under his breath, "I love you so much that it hurts me to. It hurts because I love Pedro-" he growls, "-and hate him at the same time."

I finally look up to him, seeing just how distraught he was.

"I hate how he's done this to you," Oscar mutters, "I hate how he's pushed you aside and hurt you so much."

My tears travel down my neck.

"I hate how he has you but takes you for granted," he grits his teeth, "I hate that he has you. I hate that you met him first. I hate that you loved him first. I hate that I want you so bad. I hate-- I hate that things are the way they are."

And I know.

"You've made me into a puddle boy, puddle girl."

I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself. I opened the door for him, slowly letting it creak.

Oscar drops to his knees in front of me. He embraces my legs and mutters, "tell me to go away-"

I brush his dripping hair back.

"Tell me to leave you alone and get help for doing this to you."

"Oscar..."

He looks up at me, eyes red and tried.

I know.

I really do. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself. I leaned down and kissed him.

That was it.

That was the end.

That was the day I chose to leave Pedro for Oscar.

I really did mean to. I meant to tell it to his face, to own up to the treachery, to confess my sins-- our sins, mine and Oscar's, his lover and his friend, two people that should never betray you. We meant to tell it to him upfront, but he made it impossible.

Between him not having time to see either of us, he didn't have the energy to even listen to anything other than his work.

So I left it all on his desk, a thank you, a sorry, an explanation, an I love you, and divorce papers.

The truth was, it took him 5 days to realize it was there, 5 days to realize it had already ended, 5 days to realize he'd been alone all this time.

Pedro dropped the handwritten letter on the floor and ran out of this office, screaming out a name no one would answer to. He bust through every door, every room in the hollow mansion, opened every light in every hall, and only then did it dawn on him that was it.

That was the end.

That was the day he crumpled the evidence of his greatest betrayal and grabbed his gun.

He was not in his right mind. He didn't think of taking his car, he didn't think about breathing, all he thought about was how dare they? How dare they do this to him? How dare they cast him aside? How dare they throw him away?

The world was blurry. The world was pixelated. He could not see the faces of anyone around him. They had no faces. They looked like painted background figures. They looked like melting wax.

Pedro's eyes were wide and his pupils were shrinked. His breathing was jagged and the gun stuffed in the back of his pants felt cold against his burning skin.

The world was like a coloring book vandalized by a child who could not keep the color in the lines. He slammed into faceless painted figures and melting wax, speaking no apology. He paid no attention to the noise of the outside word, none to the deafening honks of cars nor to the rattling of people.

He's at a thousand, he's sweating in this sweltering afternoon, then suddenly he's at a zero, the world goes silent.

He can only hear his breathing as he looked through the window of his friend's bakeshop. He can only hear himself demand answers in his mind as he watched his lover smile in a way that should have only ever been meant for him.

He watches as laughter comes. He watches as smiles are exchanged. He hyperventilates as lips meet lips. He pulls out his gun as he swears he hears an I love you whispered.

Oscar and I whip our heads when a piercing shriek rings from outside the bakeshop. The girl who screamed ran away, making everyone around her panic and run too.

I stand from my seat by the window, spotting the man across the street. A shiver runs down my spine.

Oscar, who was right behind me, tells me to stay put as he exits the shop. I don't. I follow after him.

"Pedro," Oscar calls and raises a wary hand.

Pedro clenches the handle of his firearm and turns off the safety, "shut up."

"Pedro," I whimper, coming to Oscar's side.

He points the gun to me and grits his teeth, "SHUT UP!"

On instinct, Oscar grabs my arm and pulls me behind him. In turn, Pedro steps onto the road and shakes his head, "DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!"

And as much as I was terrified, still, I circled around Oscar and raised my hands, "Pedro, please-"

Pedro's tears begin to burn down his cheek, "how could you do this to me?! ... with my only friend."

"I know," I shudder as I step forward, "it's all my fault. I-"

"It wasn't her fault-" Oscar yanks be back, walking in front of me, "it was my idea to do this-"

"Oscar," I call.

"-I convinced her to do things with me to make you jealous. It's all-"

"I decided to do those things!" I pull Oscar by the arm, turning to Pedro, "I cried to him about you everyday. He had no choice but to help."

Pedro's brows furrow tightly at the sound of Oscar calling out my name. Oscar and I continue to argue out our guilt.

The only reason we don't get into a fight is because gunshots crack through the air. Oscar and I hunch and huddle together.

Pedro marches forward as he shoots. He empties his magazine.

The next thing I know he's standing in front of us. My heart is racing. My hands are squished in Oscar's. Pedro is still firing his gun even though there were no more bullets left. I watch as the man I loved pulled the trigger on a gun pointed to the sky.

He drops his arm first, then his weapon, then is on his knees.

The man I love called out to his friend, "Pedro-"

"How could you do this to me?" Pedro mutters, eyes gazing upon our feet. He feels his throat constrict as tears drop onto the road, "I love you," he shakes his head, "I would do anything for you," he looks up. His eyes are red and puffy, "how could you do this to me?"

Neither I nor Oscar get to respond as sirens blare and a squad of police come running toward us. We are all ordered to put our hands up. Oscar and I do so and are apprehended. They begin to grow hostile towards Pedro when he does not move an inch from where he knelt.

I watch as three officers apprehend him with way more force than neccessary. They drag him up to his feet so hard his shirt rips. He wasn't even fighting back.

"OI!~ He didn't hurt anyone!" I call to the police around him.

Oscar speaks out, "we're not pressing charges. He didn't do anything."

"Didn't do anything? That man has hurt more people than you can count," the policewoman who had her hand on my shoulder says with contempt.

The policeman by Oscar's side scoffs, "that's the most wanted criminal in Tokyo," he spits to his side, "good fucking riddance."

Pedro is cuffed and sequentially jammed into the back of a police car.

"If you two follow us," the policewoman says, motioning to another police car, "we'd like to take you to the station for questioning."