#Definitely the Year of Pedro Pascal✨

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@princessbatears

The Last of Us Episode 6/7 & The Mandalorian Episode 1 Spoilers Alert!🔔

Sorry🫣 This post will be super long this time.

I’m back! It’s great to be able to watch both episodes together for the next two weeks. I’m super excited to be able to watch them on the same day (Wednesday). First The Last of Us, then the Mandalorian. There’re so many stuff I would like to share with you, so bear with me.💜🥹

Yes, the whole TLoU keeps spreading that tragic and depressing stuff in each of the episode, especially the latest 7th one.

The changing/reason why Joel wants to leave Ellie to Tommy in EP6 makes sense, even when it’s bit different from the game. Joel becomes more soft here in the series and gets scared that he can’t lead Ellie and make it. That’s actually reasonable. The only thing that makes me feel a bit rushed when compared is that it seems to be Joel changed his mind quickly just over the night after his fight with Ellie. And they don’t exactly show the changes/reasons in between except for the tiny clip showing he’s dreaming about Sarah again. So maybe that makes me feel the game’s pacing is a bit better. Cause they have serious stuff going on that makes Joel rethink about their relationship.🙈

Yes!! I hope they get more actions in the last two episodes. I honestly wanna see they fight a bit more, even though I know it’s not the major point for the whole TV series.😂 But I do think that they handle the material well enough especially when you have heard so many failed adaptations beforehand.🙊😬 I would say TLoU is a success.

And EP7—— God! I’ve gotten teary eyed at the end of it again. I played the DLC before so I’ve already known exactly how it’ll go on TV but still… when Riley and Ellie got bitten. Just too sad. 😢 It’s a little different from the game especially the fighting sequence. The game is scarier and more dramatic when it comes to the fight, cause there’re a bunch of infected running after you while you’re escaping, instead of just fighting one and got bitten inside the shop. I spoiled a bit but you need to play the DLC. It doesn’t take much time but really enjoyable to play. 😙😝

AND MANDO!!! The only complaint for the EP1 is that it’s too short and I want more! Grogu is super super cute here especially when he’s getting into his father’s arms during the hyperspace jumping. I’m so glad both seats are actually connected.😂 I always think he’s separated in that little dome but mystery’s gotten revealed. And the way he hugs the Anzellan while Mando stopping him is just too hilarious.🤣 Mando’s exactly like a dad got irritated by his kids. “Stop” “Let go”. It’s funny to see this side of him again ever since the encounter with the frog lady. Besides, the fighting is really cool and I love how they handle it/ Mando’s strategy to fight against the pirates. Also getting to see Bo-Katan and know what’s going on after their trip last time makes me wonder how she’ll do/react in order to get her hands on the Darksaber. Can’t wait to watch EP2 next week!

I’m so sorry for the long long post. It’s just too many things/feelings I wanna share with you! Forgive me.🥹🙇🏻‍♀️🫶🏻 This year’s definitely Pedro’s year. Hope to see more of him in other works in the future. Take care and talk to you soon!

Love you to the moon and back.💜🧡✨Hugging across the hyperspace.🥰

P.S. I saved the Javier’s photo last time. It’s perfect.😆

Have you watched latest episode? 😳

I just finished EP6 and I cried. I thought I won’t cry over this episode but once again I was wrong. 😢🥺 And I think I’m kinda weird to cry over that scene, but Pedro’s acting is too good and I was getting emotional.🙈🥹 Gonna tell you more after you watch it. Don’t wanna spoil anything if you haven’t watched it yet.🧡🫶🏻

^ a real life image of me during this episode.

THE LAST OF US EPISODE 6 SPOILERS

This one was such a lowkey gut punch compared to Episodes 3 and 5, but boy is it one of my favs because of all of the emotions with Joel and Ellie! 😭❤️ When Joel was spilling his guts out to Tommy. When he got so nasty with Ellie and left her to cry. His panic attacks. How happy they both were to stay together. And then that cliffhanger ending! Like I know what happens, but I'm still so worried. 😂💀

I'm just in awe of this adaptation and know it's something I'll be rewatching as soon as it finishes.

Tell me more of your thoughts!

Hugs from across the pond!!! 🥰

[commanderdazzle]

Pedro Pascal Movie Update;

So it turns out I had seen one of his movies previously but I had no clue it was him!!

At some point after new year's day my dad and I watched Wonder Woman 1984 and roasted it the entire time, we talked so much shit about that movie.

The only part I even vaguely remember is the villain's child wanting to talk to him but he brushes this kid off! I remember screaming at him to talk to his son?! And it ends with him giving up his plans when he sees his son reacting? And apparently that was Pedro?! Stunning, brilliant, the range, the talent!!

I am so livid I didn't know that was Pedro, but I don't know if I have the spirit to watch it again with new understanding.

As for my ✨opinions✨ on the three movies I've watched so far;

Prospect is still my favorite, if you haven't noticed by now, it has definitely consumed my soul.

TUWOMT was pretty fun, and I love Javi G, but it probably would have been better if I got more of the references.

Triple Frontier wasn't the worst movie I've ever seen, but I'm not really into military stuff, so not even the incredibly hunky cast could save it. Shout out to Frankie for being the normalest guy there despite being a coke addict?!

[redheadbigshoes]

Hi! ✨

I kind of wanted advice or like your opinion from like an actual lesbian ig? I recently realized that pretty much all my attraction to men was comp het (i am so sorry pedro pascal it’s not you its me). i am also non-binary and use only they/them pronouns and have been doing so for 6 years.

Some people say that nonbinary people can be lesbians and i was wondering if like that could maybe work for me? my problem is is that while i relate to the term i also feel like it invalidates my gender identity. like if i use it i’m no longer trans but like just a butch lesbian. i think that’s why i had the comp het because i thought if i was only into women then i would just be a girl who was butch.

this like probably doesn’t make too much sense lol i just wanted to ask someone who seemed to actually know shit about the term lol. sorry if any of this is like super ignorant i promise it wasn’t meant to be and please let me know if it is

Hi :)

When we say non-binary is included in lesbianism it doesn’t mean all non-binary people are included. The sexualities that include all non-binary people are the ones that are mspec (bi, pan, omni…). I’d say the non-binary identities that are not included in lesbianism are the male-aligned ones (which is not the same as masc presenting).

If you’re not male-aligned I don’t see a problem using the lesbian label. But of course there’s still some people who’re not comfortable using the lesbian label because of their gender identity.

There’s butch lesbians who’re also trans. You can definitely be both trans and a butch lesbian. Maybe you should talk with some trans butch lesbians to unpack more that mindset that if you identified as a lesbian you wouldn’t be trans.

If you’re still not comfortable calling yourself a lesbian there’s terms created especially for non-binary people who don’t really connect with the lesbian label, I think one of those is called trixic.

[pascalslittlebrat]

ok but why have I been thinking of Pedro "Dad's Friend' Pascal!?!?!? just imagine this for a second with me? there's this work conference and your dad offers to take you along, his twenty-something-year-old daughter who really needs a break from school, and you jump at the chance because his friend is the second guy from the office that will be attending and you get connecting rooms and it's stolen glances and soft touches for a while and one day, Pedro comes to tell you that your dad is busy in a meeting so he'll take you out to lunch and he thinks that you're just lounging around but when he walks into your room, you're laying nude on your bed, touching yourself and screaming his name and-

yeah, take it from there ;)

I just want to say how much I love when Maggie tortures me and prepare yourselves for the things she’s having me unleash ✨

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Pretty Little Thoughts

Warnings: 18+ only, masturbation, spanking, age-gap, rpf, lemme know if I missed anything

Pedro knew he should have knocked before walking in to make sure you were decent, should have known better than to just stride in, but maybe he had been secretly hoping you wouldn’t be. He had only come to tell you he was taking you to lunch, thought maybe you’d just be lounging. He figured he’d just pop his head in and invite you out and that would be it, an excuse to spend alone time with you while your dad was busy.

Instead he felt like he was rooted to the ground, you were naked on your bed and he knew he should turn away and that he should step out of the room but he couldn’t. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you and your naked body. He couldn’t take his eyes off the way your eyes were closed shut in pleasure or the way your back was arching off of the bed. He couldn’t turn away from watching the way your fingers stroked your wet heat, the way you were kneading your own breast, and he definitely couldn’t look away or leave when he heard his name slip out from your lips as you got closer to falling over the edge.

He felt himself harden as you whimpered out his name, shifting where he stood to try and adjust himself. He wanted to go over to you, to be the one to coax that sweet pleasure out of you. He wanted to have you trembling underneath him, he wanted to taste you. He never thought he’d find you like this, pleasing yourself to the thought of him.

Sure you both had been exchanging stolen glances and soft touches the whole trip but he never thought you would actually be interested in him, not when there had to be plenty of guys your age fawning over you, wanting your attention. Yet there you were, touching yourself, moaning out his name over and over again, imagining all the things you wanted him to do, begging him for more, and he wanted so badly to know just what images were playing behind those shut eyelids.

He was so lost in thought that he hadn’t even noticed that you had noticed his presence. You let out a squeak as you glanced over at him, your hand immediately leaving your core, even though you knew you had been seconds away from coming undone. Pedro felt his cheek burn as he snapped out of his thoughts, seeing you looking at him with wide eyes knowing you had been caught.

You knew you should be embarrassed but as you looked him over, eyes wide, the erection straining in his jeans, you could only feel the desire rising in you. You wanted him, you needed him, you wanted to feel him in all the ways you had just been thinking about him knowing he was so close within reach now.

Pedro opened his mouth, gaping at you, trying to think of what to say, an excuse for why he was standing there looking at you like a fish out of water. He tried to come up with something, anything to make you both feel less embarrassed but then you smirked at him, crawling to the edge of the bed, and curling your finger at him, “Well are you just going to watch? Or are you going to do something about it?”

He felt his mouth open then close, he knew this is where he should walk out, where he should pretend this wasn’t happening, pretend that this was just a dream. He shouldn’t be contemplating fucking his business partner’s daughter, he shouldn’t be looking over your silky smooth skin and wondering how soft you’d be underneath him, but he was. The way you were staring at him, the sultry smile on your face, how you were there beckoning him over on your hands and knees. “Sweetheart, I shouldn’t,” he finally breathed out even though his feet were carrying him towards the bed, “If your dad finds ou-”

“He won’t, it can be our little secret, don’t you want me?” you ask him softly as he stands in front you. You get on your knees, starting to unbutton his shirt. “I could be such a good girl for you,” you whisper into his ear, causing a shiver to run down Pedro’s spine. He knew then that there was no holding back, not after hearing those words come out of your mouth.

Pedro lets out a soft growl, hand grasping your face, to make you look up at him, “A good girl? Good girls don’t touch themselves without permission.”

“Maybe you should have checked on me sooner,” you say nonchalantly as you unbutton the last button on his shirt, making sure you keep your eyes on his, not breaking contact as you run your hands up his soft stomach and up to his chest placing your hands on his broad shoulder to steady yourself.

Pedro tsks at you, giving your cheeks a light squeeze with his hand, “That doesn’t change anything sweetheart, good girls ask for permission and you did not. You’re going to have to apologize for that now.”

You try to fight back the smug smile wanting to come across your face, loving the control coming off of him. “What can I do to make it up to you?” you ask him biting your lip. Your pupils were blown and Pedro knew that they had to be reflecting his own.

“Tell me what you were thinking about,” he asks huskily, his free hands moving down your back. You let out a soft gasp as you feel his large hand cupping your ass cheek.

“W-what do you mean?” you stutter out, trying to focus on the meaning of his word as you feel his hand start to knead your ass. You shiver under his warm touch.

A moan escapes your lips as his hand comes down on your ass in light smack, “Be a good girl, tell me what you were thinking about when you were touching yourself.”

You place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. Letting out another moan as his hand comes down on you again, an eyebrow raised as he looks down at you expectantly, “I was thinking about you…” you breathe out.

“What about me?” Pedro asks softly, running a soothing hand over your ass.

“Your cock,” you whisper, trying not to wiggle under his touch, wanting to feel the sting again, wanting to feel him, everything in your body screaming to move closer to him.

Pedro smirked down at you, he could tell you were enjoying yourself already, could see you being difficult on purpose. “Come on sweetheart, you can do better than that. Tell me what you want to do with my cock,” he gives your ass another spank, seeing the glimmer in your eyes as you let out a gasp.

“I-Inside me, I want it inside me,” you moan out, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure he brings his hand down again. You can’t help but press your ass against his hand, enjoying the attention he’s given it.

Pedro gives your ass a squeeze, looking down at you, russett eyes watching you, “Be a good girl and I’ll give you whatever that pretty little head of yours was thinking about. Tell me what you were thinking.”

Your thighs clench at his words, you were slick and wanted the relief you had stopped yourself from having. “Me on top of you, riding you, making you feel good, I want to make you feel good,” you admit, staring at him under your eyelashes, chewing on your lip.

Pedro tilts your head up, making you look at him as he gives you a smug smile, “Is that what you want sweetheart? To make me feel good?”

You nod eagerly, the sight of you so excited to please him making Pedro twitch in his jeans. “Please Pedro,” you beg, pleading with your eyes, “Please can I make you feel good?”

Pedro smiles down at you pressing his lips against yours. His lips are soft on yours, the tickle of his scruff and mustache making you grin against his mouth. You could taste the wine he had drank with your dad before his meeting on his tongue mixed with the cigarette you know he had to have sneaked in before coming to you. His lips were feverish, pulling you flush against his mostly clothed form, as he explored your mouth with his. He pulls back pressing his forehead against yours , “Take my clothes off sweetheart, we’re going to make that pretty little fantasy of yours come true. You can show me just what a good girl you are bouncing on my cock.”

[pedrito-friskito]

✨kay’s ultimate pedro ranking✨

ok ok ok ok @mandosmistress did this a while back (like a few days lmao what is time) and tagged me and I HAVE BEEN T H I N K I N G let me tell you.

so without further ado, under the cut is my (not so definitive) pedro pascal character ranking…..! (based mainly on attraction/how much I enjoy writing them)

FRANKIE MORALES. frankie. frankie frankie frankie. my man. sunshine of my life (haha see what I did there). there is just something about this character that really crawled into my chest, wrapped himself around my heart and said ”hi I live here now” and I’m cool with it. handsome in that rugged way, a little bit damaged, and good with his hands? done. hook, line, and sinker.

DIN DJARIN. oh the sweet soft-spoken tin can space man. in all honesty, him and Frankie fight for the top spot on a daily basis and sometimes the beskar-covered bounty hunter wins, and he truly was my pedro gateway drug so he’s gotta be high on my list.

JAVIER PEÑA. ohhhhhh mama I love me some Javi. (do I mainly blame my gargantuan crush on @the-ginger-hedge-witch and her brilliant Crush series YES AS A MATTER OF FACT I DO) something about those tight fuckin’ jeans and the stache and the aviators like yep honey take me I’m yours

JAVIER GUTIERREZ. sunshine baby angel too good for this world I just wanna give him a little kiss and carry him around in my pocket and make sure no harm every comes to him (no I haven’t written anything for him yet but I been thinkin’ thots okay)

DIETER BRAVO. ✨the trash man✨ another one I just wanna carry around in my pocket, also the hair does things for me (same with Javi G) like just let me run my fingers through it and I’ll die a happy gal. questionable life choices maybe, but we’ve all been there, right?

OBERYN MARTELL. oh my HEART. *cue adele* we could have had it AAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL. I would say spoilers but it was legitimately 8 years ago but he was so CLOSE and then so SQUISHED. tbh oberyn is the most intimidating to me to even think of writing but maybe someday….

MARCUS PIKE. I do really like Marcus. cheesy as hell? check. bit overboard sometimes? double check. BUT I really like the history of the character we got in limited scenes AND I have a fic idea for him I’ve been sitting on FOREVER and I def have to use it soon!

PERO TOVAR. okay I love me a grungy fantasy man okay like that’s my bread and butter. add in the grouchiness and the obvious way to his heart through his stomach? it’s go time, baby, I got plans for him too!

JACK DANIELS. oh darlin’, he hits the middle of my list for the sole reason that pedro and that whip awoken something in me that hasn’t shut up since I watched that movie and if you don’t think I’ve watched that clip where he pushes his jacket back and it’s a crystal-clear shot of his ass you are WRONG

EZRA PROSPECT. fits the grungy, violent thing pedro seems to work with half the time, and honestly, the linguistics of this man make my head spin (the main reason I haven’t written much for him because it’s a looooot of effort to try and think up dialogue for him!!!) BUT I do love that little moon-touched spot and the scar and the smile and just ugh yum

THE THIEF. full disclosure: I haven’t read a lot of fics about the thief (if anyone has recs let me at ‘em) buuuuuut I really like the whole vibe he has and the outfit? spectacular.

MARCUS MORENO. the glasses definitely do it for me but idk something about him I just…meh. have definitely read some fab fics about daddy moreno (maybe I’ll revisit him at some point). still hot, still delicious, just not my number one fav.

MAX PHILLIPS. maybe not the biggest asshole pedro’s played but definitely up there? I sat through the movie just for him, honestly the scene of him on the couch made it worth it and the smarminess is something else, but idk if I could ever write him! (kudos to all that do!)

DAVE YORK. ok ok ok ok OKAYYYYYYY. listen. he’s the baddie (and like a really bad baddie) so I gotta put him low on my list as far as attraction goes (plus I have mixed emotions about P without facial hair but I digress…) BUT I do have ideas. they are on the horizon. keep your eyes OPEN.

MAX LORD. I haven’t even watched wonder woman 1984 and I know he needs to be down here. maybe I’ll get some form of intoxicated this weekend and power through it, just for shits and giggles!

well KUDOS if you made it this far, this was actually so fun to do!

tagging a few pals just because, no pressure 😇

@prolix-yuy @pedropascalsx @mandoblowmybackout @mindidjarin @allfoolsinluv @iamskyereads and obvi anyone else who wants to play!!!

[crimsonheart01]

Saturday May 14, 2022

Apologies for the radio silence last Saturday. It was a big week for me. I quit my job of 13 years. I was poached by a competitor and offered an amazing new opportunity, so I was busy not reading. however, I made up for my lack of reading last week for ALL the reading this week.

If you read any of the stories on this lists, please make sure to show love to the authors by liking and reblogging their content!

A reminder to everyone that my blog houses 21+ content. This post isn’t any different. I’m not adding in the specific tags or warnings for each rec here but know that they can house adult content as well.

✨ If you are under 21, please DNI.✨

1.  In The Dark by @frannyzooey​​

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x Fem!Reader

I adored the tension and pining in this fic. It was lovely. I can still feel my heart beating out of my chest at these two sneaking a few minutes together in the crowded bookshop. Phew, babes. I’m still sweating from the preciously perfect anxiety! I also love the way you’ve captured Ezra’s easy going personality, the way he’s absloutely comfortable no matter what, even when he’s feeling high strung. Ugh, beautiful, perfection!

2.  Partners In Crime by @mandosmistress​​

Pairing: Pedro Across the Street x Fem!Reader

HOLY SHIT WOW OH MY GAWD! Everyone needs to read this. E V E R Y O N E. You don’t even need to care about the fandom or Pedro Pascal. JUST FUCKING READ THIS. The dynamic, the story, the plot, the S E X! Oh gawd, everything about this is amazing. I blew through this the second I found and I’m going back again this weekend. It’s too good. I would pay the good monies for this. Go read it. Seriously, READ IT.

3.  Everything and More by @dincrypt​​

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

THIS SERIES HAS BROKEN ME. ITS CHANGED ME. ITS MADE ME YEARN IN WAYS I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED. I’ve always been pro sugar daddy, but jheeeeezzeeeeeeeeee babes. Din is a Daddy with a capital D. I’m literally hanging on by the thinest thread for the next update. I might die of a coronary just waiting. The slow burn, the work up, the everything. You’ve weaved absolute magic with this story. A DADDY ON THIS LEVEL! It’s what we all need and deserve! I can’t wait to find out the twists you definitely have coming our way. Learning about Din at the same pace as our reader is anxiety inducing BUT SO MUCH FUN AT THE SAME TIME!

4.  Another Way by @theewokingdead​

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

I haven’t finished this series yet, but it is absolutely lovely. I love the give and take between our reader and Din. Watching their relationship grow, form and develop has been wonderful. I love this take on the whole situation Din has been dealt and the way that they’re so into each other but hesitant at the same time. I can’t wait to finish this series and see where you take them. I love these two with my whole heart, I really do!!!

5.  This Oneshot by @menofchaos​

Pairing: Coco Cruz x Fem!Reader

MAYANS F A M I L Y!!!!!! Ahhhhh, it’s been so long since I’ve read anything Mayans related and I’m so glad that this was the oneshot that I got to dip my toes back into the water with. I have 0 idea of what’s happening in the show currently, but to me, this captured everything I needed to know. The stress, the search, the violence, THE LOVE! Coco is my soft, sad boy and I love that in this he’s worried about the reader. He just wants her to be safe, regardless of anything going on between them. I adored this. 

[fandomdaydreamer]

The Lighthouse and The Ocean

Pedro Pascal/OFC -RPF ~ Series ~

Book 1

The Lighthouse and The Ocean

Pairing: Pedro Pascal/OFC

Length: 220.8k (27/27)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: first person narrator/OC, alternating perspectives, slowburn, friends to lovers, romantic comedy, drama, tooth rotting fluff, explicit smut, age-gap, past relationship solving, angst, childhood trauma and PTSD, edibles drug use, soft dom/sub dynamics, happy end

Disclaimer:

(this is a real person fanfic but it is STILL a work of fiction including an original female character, it's simply a feel-good romantic comedy about two actors falling in love that's not meant to disrespect Pedro Pascal or appearing real person characters who are human beings with feelings. Think of Pedro as an actor who plays himself in a movie. This fic doesn't put anyone into a bad light or includes disturbing fantasies. But don't read if you don't like!)

Summary:

How do you make your crush like you?

You should first forget his name, then steal his shoes at the BAFTAs, then admit your crush on national TV and finally, when you're both hired for a new movie, you should definitely pretend as if nothing is happening between the two of you, fall in love anyway and have trouble admitting it.

Leonie Van Fleet: famous actress, musician and source of spicy gossip material. Nini is jetting from one interview to the next, as you do, to promote her new movie until a game of 'Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts' sets chaos into motion. Now she has to deal with a public crush on actor Pedro Pascal and old feelings for her ex, Ewan McGregor. Is she screwed? How can she work alongside Pedro now when clearly, their attraction towards another is too powerful?

Spotify Playlist ✨ YouTube Playlist

Part 1 - Stranger Shoes

Part 2 - Cap'N Crunch & Turkey Testicles

Part 3 - Lumière

Part 4 - Spidey in my Home

Part 5 - Not a Date

Part 6 - Hotel Purgatory

Part 7 - A Tiny Piece of Heaven

Part 8 - You Love Me

Part 9 - What if

Part 10 - On a Sunbeam

Part 11 - Dilemma

Part 12 - My Privilege

Part 13 - Heart of The Liar

Part 14 - Chlorine and-

Part 15 - -Distortion

Part 16 - Elsewhere

Part 17 - The Chapel

Part 18 - Not a Honeymoon

Part 19 - Sea Glass

Part 20 - Operación Trasnochar

Part 21 - Without You Now

Part 22 - Goodnight Angel

Part 23 - Interlude

Part 24 - Lasagna with an Enye

Part 25 - Tragically Longing

Part 26 - Loud as his Heart

Epilogue - Six Years Later

Teaser for Book 2

Book 2: Of a Sun an Flower

Find the fic on Ao3

or ask me anything, comment and reblog so Tumblr won't bury this post!!!! x

[witchlyboo]

Definitely, maybe.

Part 1: The one with the bluest eyes.

Introduction. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five.

Summary: You tell the story of your first love to your son and the dramatic appearance of a human hurricane.

Pairing: Latina!reader x Logan Lerman x Tom Holland x Ben Hardy x Michael B. Jordan x Pedro Pascal x Timothee Chalamet.

Warnings: Angst, lots of misspellings (sorry) and language. Promise is going to be spicier next time.

a/n: This part took much time because I was in finals, please let me know if you like it and if there are some horrible and unforgivable misspellings, I’m learning (in private, don’t embarrasse me in front of the cool writers). Luv u for read this, thnx ✨

“Maybe if you blow it.” Your friend suggests sitting on the toilet as nervous as you are, maybe a little bit more; she is the kind of person that takes other people’s problems terribly personal and you have struggles with take yourself seriously, the perfect match. The pregnancy test has been laughing at you for the last ten minutes even when the box said the results are ready in three, and at this point of your life, you wouldn’t be surprised if you had bought the only test that doesn’t work in the entire world.

“What?!” You ask looking at her concerned, hoping that you misunderstood her Yorker accent. Sheep (the name you gave her for the volume of her hair that remained you to that sheep in the Zootopia movie) was getting in panic, you can hear it in her voice, and considering that she is the one that keeps you both down to earth, that is very bad news.

“Yeah, maybe you have to dry the pee and yours is too dense.” She concluded really proud of the argument she made; you think of it for a second but any explication other than the universe hates you is off the table.

“That doesn’t have any sense! I...” You hear someone knocking at the apartment’s door and the color of your cheeks magically disappeared. “Fuck, it’s him, he has to be so early all the time?”You check your make-up one more time and your whole outfit before get out off the bathroom giving Sheep a forehead kiss. “I’ll buy another one on the way back home.”

“Ok, I’m going to search on internet the better way to push you off the stairs if it’s positive.” You hear her say and that makes you laugh softly forgetting for a moment the posible consequence of the bad and drunk use of a condom.

A sight of a pregnancy is, surprisingly, not you mayor reason to be nervous, tonight is your first anniversary with Logan, actually, the first one with anyone, that’s an incredible achievement for you, you were dealing with your commitment issues since you were old enough to have a relationship. Yes, this is a big deal, but to be fair, it’s not all thanks to you. The way he makes love you look so easy is the main reason.

Logan is nice. More than that. He is the kind of guy that kisses your hand before holds it warmly close to his heart that beats faster every time you say his name. He is the first person to text your mom on her birthday and asked you for your permission on your first kiss. Soft pink parted lips and blue puppy eyes; if you look at them carefully you can easily get lost on the calm sea of emotions, the clear water makes you think that you can see through them but no, there’s a dark shade warning you that they are more deeper than you could ever imagine. Was that darkness that attracted you in the first place.

You decided to wear the tight black dress he likes the most, it covers two fingers above the knee but the neckline is low enough to let everyone know that, indeed, you have two breast and no shame in show them; those kind of dresses are made for skinnier woman with regular curves that are smaller than yours but you take it as an advantage, you struggled with love your body for so many years and now that you feel comfortable with it you won’t let anyone drag you down on that again.

“Hey.” You say opening the door and pretending that there’s not any possibility of being pregnant of his baby in that exact moment.

“Wow.” He says looking at you and you feel your heart do a little jump, feeling glad that you got the expected reaction. Usually you take your time when you dress or makeup, it is way more important to you to call it vanity, you express yourself through it, make yourself a little piece of art is an everyday thing.

“I know.” You respond hugging him and smelling that scent of his neck that you are obsessed with, not too masculine or feminine, expensive cologne, mint, and his vanilla conditioner; it is the smell of stability and care, things that you never thought you could need that much. You take your time to look at him in his completely black suit, including the tie and you think for the first time in your relationship with him that you might not be correctly dressed. “Do you think I’m underdress?”

“Nonsense, you look like the hot villain of a Marvel movie.” Being that the best compliment you ever had, you kiss him deeply placing your hands under his jacket, feeling the warm of his skin through his shirt, and pressing your nails in it, enjoying the sudden tension on his posture.

“If you keep doing that we won’t make it to dinner.” He whispers in your lips but the hold on your hips don’t get softer. You laugh and not complain knowing he was right, you hold his hand instead and walk out the building playing with the sound of your heels while he gives random squeezes to your hand.

You were so over the moon to see it, you’ll really wish you had seen it.

“Where are we going?” You ask when he starts driving. His parents gave him that car on his 21th birthday, thinking that your parents couldn’t afford one for themselves even if they save money for ten years, disturbes you a little. You can’t get use to a person that doesn’t see the price of stuff when buys it when you count cents at the end of the month.

His whole life is an outsider dream to you, he is about to graduate from medicine school, his parents planned to have him, are proud of him and you are sure that he has never had those invasives thoughts at 3 am. of feeling that you may never make it to success, or at least personal satisfaction.

“I have a surprise for you, two actually, we go for them and then we go to eat dinner with my parents, I know it’s our anniversary but my mom insisted, you know how she is and how much she loves you. I promise after that the night is ours.” He takes your hand and leaves a kiss on it before put it on the gear shift covering it with his own. The second red flag is as bright as the sun, but your head is too busy thinking in baby names to actually care.

“I thought we said no gifts.” You say looking at his growing beard. He is deliciously handsome, yes, you wouldn’t deny the superficiality of your system, you study plastic arts after all, it’s not a surprise that you admire the exterior beauty before everything else. And yes, you love his face religiously, most people wouldn’t agree with you when you say he is the most beautiful person you ever met in real life, but for you he is. The sofisticated angle of his nose, the way his pink lips are always sightly parted like he has all the answers and just waiting for you to make the questions; and yes, his eyes, you aren’t the kind of person that consider that the clear eyes are more beautiful than dark ones but his are out of this world, you had painted them countless times and never get tired.

“It’s not a gift if it’s for both of us, right?” As I said, he has all the answers, it makes you nervous to think that you may not have the right questions.

You arrive at a small two floors house you’ve never seen before, it is completely white and even from the outside you can tell it has a big garden; all the lights were out and it is an early night so you figure out it is empty.

“It’s time.” He whispers in your ear before kiss your cheek and gets out of the car, you don’t even try to open your own door, he puts the kids safety on when you deny all his attempts to open the door for you, it’s a fight that you agree to lose because internally you kind of like it, it doesn’t matter how much you say you don’t.

He opens the door for you, as usual, helps you get out, as usual, holds your hand, gives you a peck on the lips and softly says: let’s break-in.

“What?!” That’s not usual at all, you stay there for a few seconds watching him walk to the front door not believing your own eyes. It’s necessary clarify that everything about Logan is safe, his job, family, personality, habits and even sex, you used to think that soft vanilla isn’t a thing you’d particularly like to do all the time but he makes it works; he is not the kind of guy that takes you to crazy and adventurous dates.

“Are you out of your mind?! There might be people inside.” You yell in a whisper running to his side not really sure if you are scary of that new attitude or really really excited.

“They’re selling the house, it’s empty.” He knocks the door with an arched eyebrow and soft smile, making the situation less disturbing but not completely. He is so handsome and you never hated that before as you do now.

“I’m a foreign student, if the cops find me stealing gum they will kill me, or worst, deport me. You have any idea of what they’d to me if they catch me getting in the house of some white family?” You look around in case somebody’s watching but he holds your face with both of his hands and kiss your forehead.

“Coward.” He whispers before open a window and enters to the house as it is his property. You stay there again like an idiot thinking in all the consequences this may have, but the new attitude of Logan is so intoxicating and attractive that you take off your shoes and enter with him. “That’s my girl.” You hear him say while holds your hand helping you get in.

An empty house, as he said, completely white on the inside too but seems bigger, with huge windows and a beautiful view of the moon entering through a skylight in the middle of the hall. You walk around the place without saying anything, enjoying each other’s existence; you like that place already even when you have no idea what are you doing there.

“The surprise is me being deported? Because I rather a puppy or something.” You break the silence throwing your heels on the floor now that you feel more comfortable with being a criminal.

“Nope, it is outside.” He walks you to the garden and the feeling of the grass under your feet remains you of home, the smell of fresh air that is a hard thing to find in a big city like that makes you smile.

“Oh, so you been here before.” He holds your waist with both of his hands and starts dancing slowly, looking at you with the calmest sea you ever seen, his fingers caress slowly your back trying to get you closer to him, and you do it without hesitation, holding his neck and connecting your forehead with his.

“Angel.” He whispers when you hug his shoulders and rest your head on his neck getting drunk of that smell and the sound of his heartbeat that you can hear weakly, everything but his voice is completely silence. You could be like that all night, drunk of him and his wonderful way of loving you; you never play the game of who loves each other the most because deep inside you know that he does and you want to allow yourself to feel that.

A fresh air moves your pink hair and suddenly and with no warning something does click in your head, but it’s late, now that your start to connect the dots, the damage is done.

“This is our house.” He says interrupting the dance and giving a step back trying to look at you, you notice the red checks and a nervous smile but there’s nothing you can do. Just panic.

“I don’t get it.” You do but you try to make more time to think, think about what? You don’t know, fake a fainting is too dramatic but is everything you can think about. Stupid telenovelas with no practical life solutions.

“i bought this house, well, I will in a few years but everything is signed. Three bedrooms, garage, the garden you always wanted and is far and close enough of everything.” You forget how to breath, your body is frozen and you start hearing the beat of your own heart. “It is ok to begin, right? Our first child will grow up here and we can move out when we want to have more, you can paint and do everything you want while I’m working and finish my studies, decore the walls, create a club, invite friends...”

“Logan.” You try to stop him but he is too excited to hear you. He is describing everything you are scare about, he is creating the image of the perfect wife you never wanted to be and he is not even asking, you have too much feelings and not words enough to express them. You start hyperventilating and your heart is too scared that beats faster than ever trying to scape from your chest to be wherever but there.

You don’t want that life, not even if it comes with him.

“You told me once that love is a decision and when all the passion of the first times and honey moon phase disappears, the only thing left is choose to love consciously. I choose you every single day.” The panic attack appears when you see him getting on his knee and getting a little box of his pocket.

“No, no, no, no.” You whisper desperately trying to cover the box, and looking for the words that can make this less terrible, but you are not as delicate as he is with words, you’re not good enough for him, you’ll never be. The clear water of his eyes turns into grey, the smile is fading away and all you could do is breaking your own heart silently.

But, as expected, it gets worst.

You see his family and some friends getting out of the kitchen where they were hiding with balloons, food and the happier smile; they thought you were taking the ring and said yes, apparently he was so sure that you would accept that he invited everyone he cares to the celebration. You hear a wave of congratulations and got hugs from people you can’t even see, the only face you are worried about is watching you with a disappointed and confused face, the sea eyes are darker than ever and his lips fully close. You’ll never forget that terrible image.

“I can’t do this, I’m so sorry.” You mouthed escaping from the hugs that feels like chains from people that ignore completely the existence of you two, too happy and busy with the celebration to realize the madness they are standing in.

You enter to the house, take your heels of the floor and run away as fast as you can with that dress and no shoes on. The tears cover your cheeks and the feeling of the pavement hurts your feet but you can’t stop. You feel that do it will be the dead of you.

You stopped when the tears covered completely your view, you know you are close to your apartment but your broken heart can’t wait for you to get there, the bar of questionable reputation seems like a god place to have a mental breakdown so you put your back against the wall and try to stop the baby crying, at least until you are home.

Out of nowhere you hear a scream of pain that makes you jump and forget that you are the most horrible and miserable human being that ever existed. Was that an exaggeration? Yes. You couldn’t care less? Also yes.

The first thing you see is a lit cigar holding out of a peachy dry lips that were softly smiling, more like mocking while the owner had a hand on his chest and making groans of pain. You couldn’t see his face since he is inclined but can already tell that he is attractive.

“Are you okay?” You ask already knowing that he isn’t in any kind of pain but your manners and curiosity are too strong to ignore.

“No, please call an ambulance, my weakness just appeared, a hot girl crying in a tight dress.” That was so amazingly smooth that you didn’t have time to get mad, the confusion on your face is replaced with disappointment and lack of interest.

“Whatever, hope it kills you.” You say cleaning the tears of your cheek and covering your chest holding your arms and trying to look less vulnerable. You start walking again pretending that you have your dignity untouched and your life together.

“Oh, c’mon, I just want to help you, it’s not a good hour for a lonely lady dressed like that.” You hear him but don’t put much attention to his words, he isn’t saying anything you don’t know already “You’re practically asking for it.” That, in other side, makes you turn around to give him your coldest look, you aren’t depressed enough to ignore an insinuation of sexual abuse.

“He says pretending he is an American scumbag to catch the pink hair girl attention and offer her a ride.” You finally see his face, green eyes, blonde hair covered with a black beanie and a pretentious smirk that you immediately hate.

“No, thanks.” You start walking again and hear his fast steps coming closer to you, when you feel that he is just a step behind you, you turned around again facing him with a firm expression, he just needs to push a little more on your nerves to get your full range.

“Then...” He put his hands on the air and gives a step back when sees your expression trying to look harmless as posible. “Take my coat, I know no one has the right to touch you but they know that too and don’t give a shit.”

No giving you time to respond he takes off his coat and puts it on your shoulders, closes the chest bottom first to let you know that there’s no hidden intentions on his gesture.

“What kind of jerk lets a girl leave like this?” He asks in a soft tone closing the rest of the coat and breathes out the smoke of the cigarette up so it can’t reach you.

“I ran away.” You answer feeling the need to defend Logan’s honor, even when doesn’t matters anymore.

“You seem to be good at it.” The stupid mock appeared again and you close your fist imagining the feeling of erase it with a punch. “I’m here on weekends, return it whenever you want, cotton candy.” You frowned your eyebrows at the name and he laughs a little when sees it. “Strawberry cake, pinky cloud, monkey muffin, powerpuffgirl, I can go all night until you give me your name.” You don’t say anything and instead looks away making him know that that’s not an option. “Fine, monkey muffin then.” He winks at you and turnes around walking back to the bar, as an apparition.

“Why did you say no?” Evan asks with his plate full of food, he was so into the story that had no interest in anything else.

“I didn’t love him as I should and no one deserves that.” You say lose in your own thoughts, that was the first of many broken hearts and no close to be the worst of them. Evan understands and takes his time to the next question.

“Were you pregnant?” He sees you with a careful look, trying to not offends you or be insensitive.

“Nope” You remember the test giving finally a negative result when you went home.

“Who is the guy of the coat?”

“Oh, that’s Benjamin Fucking Hardy, but you have to finish your pizza first.”

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ugh picking just some was so hard, buuutttt 1, 14, 19, 23, and 41

I WOULD ANSWER THEM ALL FOR YOU MY DEAR

1. I have too many oml. Steve Harrington, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Jim Hopper, Simu Liu (in any form), Pedro Pascal (in any form) Steven Grant (for soooo many reasons), Oscar Isaac, Stiles Stilinski (my og baby), Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Bucky Barnes (again), Dick Grayson (sometimes) and Jason Todd (all times) and soooooo many more. It’s so hard to answer haha.

14: I adore the smell of the earth after rain! It’s the most genuine, and relaxing smell. So comforting!

19: I would definitely try! I lack coordination so painting my own nails has always been a struggle and a half, so idk how I would go painting your nails but I’d give it a red hot crack!

23: I DESPISE it. I am currently hidden under a blanket, wearing a thick as jumper, thick socks and trackies (sweatpants). It’s barely a month into winter for me and I am ✨struggling✨. I’m cold blooded like a snake, so the cold is not my friend haha. Give me a sunny place any day and I’ll stick my pasty self outside and soak in it hahaha. Despite that, I would love to go to the snow one day! It’s a dream of mine!

41: In iced mocha form haha. Coffee and I have a very strange relationship. I don’t like it, it doesn’t like me, yet sometimes I want nothing but an iced mocha. Apart from that, Tea and Hot Chocolate are my drinks. Coffee is just a side bae that I see every few years and feel dirty after I see them haha