#but luckily this led them to take it more seriously

[belit0]

Hello!♡

Thank you so much for doing my last request! I absolutely loved it and You're such a great writer aaa!<33

But anyhow, I've come with a new request and it was mainly inspired by the way you characterise Izuna (I absolutely love it btw). Sooo, essentially Izuna and Madara sharing a wife. Like, Izuna got her first, but decided to share with Madara, because he is his dear big brother after all!

You can gladly make it mostly nsfw with a generous amount of the infamous Uchiha breeding kink on top, because I need that in my life rn lmao.

Thank you for all you do and have a great day/Night!<33

-bunni anon♡

Months later, here is what you asked for. It has a good combination of nsfw and sfw material, as I found fascinating to explore the dynamics of these two Uchiha in such a situation. I had fun, to say the least.

Marriage dynamics

In the Uchiha clan, shared marriages are not unusual, as their culture values family, strength and unity. This complex but harmonious relationship began as one of Izuna's many defiant attitudes, trying to go against the council, prove to them that he would not marry who they thought was wise.

(Y/N) became the perfect proof of defiance, a middle finger raised to the elders who kept pressuring the young Uchiha with marital concerns (they decided to leave Madara alone in those matters, of course). One thing led to another, and what started as a fresh fling translated into genuine feelings, accompanied by a long and tumultuous emotional journey that Izuna was not ready to take on.

Luckily, Aniki is always ready to lend a hand to this little jerk, and it was in the sentimental navigation that Izuna undertook with (y/n), assisted by Madara's advice, where the girl developed a strong attraction for the clan leader, setting a new path and direction.

After much internal debate and various agreements, both brothers came to the conclusion that the situation was simply perfect, as the girl not interceding in their bond, but rather contributing to it, was a great match for them.

Madara, being the eldest, has a more protective and authoritative attitude. He is concerned about the welfare of the family and tends to assume the role of leader in personal decisions. Being a man of wise words, he is the one who is in charge of mitigating any tension that may appear in the dynamics. His word is rule, and Izuna knows that contradicting Aniki is pointless (unless it is intentional).

(y/n), however, enjoys ruffling his feathers. Sometimes it's so simple, and punishments in bed have an intense flavor. Madara asks Izuna to assist with punishment and discipline whenever the girl pisses him off, and the younger Uchiha never misses an opportunity to explore sadism between the sheets.

Izuna, on the other hand, is spicier in his manner, playful and carefree. He has more of a physical relationship with her, which balances Madara's seriousness. Both siblings deeply respect each other, so there are no major conflicts for (y/n)'s attention, although sometimes small friendly competitions arise.

Where Izuna tends to lean toward physicality and sex, Madara usually opts for affection. Great balance.

Division of time

Madara, with his leadership role in the clan, spends more time in meetings, while Izuna takes care of the day-to-day affairs of the clan. This allows their wife to spend more frequent and relaxed moments with Izuna, fronting as the first lady of the family.

In the evenings, the three of them get together to share quiet dinners. Madara, who values unity, insists that these dinners be family moments, without political or strategic discussions, purely leisurely and trivial. Both Izuna and (y/n) help him to put his feet on the ground after long days of work, regulating him.

3. Hobbies and shared activities

They enjoy training. When (y/n) is in the mood to participate, they usually arrange all-against-all battles, with the winner being the one who endures to the end. If the girl prefers to rest, she usually settles under the shade of a tree until they wear each other out, waiting for them with snacks ready.

Mutual challenge and support is a big part of their dynamic.

When Madara manages to dodge his responsibilities, the day begins and ends with sex. He doesn't have much free time, and he knows that Izuna and (y/n) never waste time alone. On the one hand, he finds it imperative to catch up, not to be left behind, and on the other, the need builds up in him like hot lava, clamoring to be released. If there is an opportunity, (y/n) does not leave the house all day long.

In quieter moments, they enjoy strolls through the Uchiha compound, where Izuna and (y/n) are corralled by the clan's children while Madara interacts cordially with nearby adults. Sometimes they are satisfied by simply inhabiting the same space, each immersed in their thoughts but sharing the calm.

Preparing dinner

As for household chores, although they have servants who can help, their wife often prefers to prepare meals, enjoying the process as a way of caring for her family. However, Izuna sometimes offers to assist. Madara, too busy to participate in cooking time, rarely gets involved, but always appreciates the food.

Usually, these are moments where Izuna takes the opportunity to enjoy (y/n) without Madara's presence. The servants know when to leave the home, give them privacy, and the Uchiha normally ends up fucking her on the table. If pre-dinner sex happens, she must sit down and eat in front of Madara with the remains of Izuna's seed dripping down her legs, leaving no greater satisfaction for the younger Uchiha than when his Aniki realizes what they were doing in his absence.

Conflict and resolution

Although there are moments of tension, like any relationship, they don't usually fight over their wife's attention. Their mutual respect as siblings prompts them to handle any conflict as they know best: with punches. In a controlled and competitive way, both Uchiha always solved their problems with their fists, knowing when to stop, regulating emotions in a physical way. Their wife, intelligent and patient, plays an important role in mediating when disagreements arise, ensuring that both feel valued, and giving them space when they need to release tensions.

If the problem runs too deep, for whatever reason, the girl has special weapons to disarm the brothers. It is as simple as taking them by the hand and directing them to any available surface, undressing in front of them and allowing whatever they wish to do with her body. No Uchiha will ever resist their woman surrendered in front of them, too much fire in their blood for that.

The only dispute that sometimes appears is fraternal jealousy. While they may compete on some things, like who surprises her with a gift or kind gesture, these moments strengthen their relationship, making the marriage more solid. (y/n) enjoys the attention, and will never admit to dying of tenderness when they simultaneously struggle to give her the best detail or present.

- On intense nights, Madara insists on sleeping inside (y/n), possessively filling her pussy, while Izuna opts for her rear end, joining in the fun until his legs go numb.

- Madara adores watching Izuna take care of (y/n), waiting for the moment when his need is too high and he feels himself exploding. The image of his wife being torn apart by his brother sets him on fire.

- Izuna always tries to find ways to compete. No matter how much he knows (y/n)'s buttons, how to make her scream and when to leave her shaking, he inevitably tries to come up with new ways that will put Madara on the spot.

- Izuna proposed a challenge that ended up becoming a habit: he insisted on (y/n) going through an entire council meeting swallowing Madara's cock under the table, unbeknownst to anyone, leaving him as the only one aware. If Aniki cums before the meeting, he is punished with the impossibility of touching (y/n) during the entire sexual encounter that follows, forced to watch helplessly.

- Madara prefers (y/n)'s cunt, obsessed with burying himself deep between those soft lips and filling her with high-quality seed. Izuna, indifferent as to which hole to occupy, usually takes over the girl's mouth until his brother is satisfied.

- Most often, (y/n) ends up with a mixture of cum dripping from the inside, fluid that doesn't stop pouring until hours after the encounter is over.

[urf1lterr]

afterglow | pedro pascal [2/3]

"tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine, even when i lose my mind"

previous chapter: [1]

summary: being nominated for an oscar was a dream come true, until you had to spend the rest of the night near your deceitful ex who still loved you.

pairing: actor!pedro x actress!reader

genre: acting world!au, enemies/exes to lovers ?? au | angst, fluff, fighting, mature

word count: 15k

status: 2/3 complete

author's note: SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT LOVES. even though its gonna be three parts lol i still want you to want more. i've been confused on my writing because tbh- i feel like i could do better and keep rushing with these storylines and end up regretting them AFTER they are posted lol. not edited- it really isn't.

"Let's cut the chit-chat and get some real answers, why did y'all breakup?"

"Andrew!"

"Three days have passed, she's fine now," he defended, shrugging as Florence shot him an irritated look by his prying behavior.

It has indeed been a few days since the terrible night that consisted in you meeting your favorite artist, crying beside her, running awkwardly away right after, having a screaming match with your ex, and then passing out in the car.

So, you couldn't deny it wasn't a memorable night.

The past three days could've been better to say the least if your management team stopped spamming you with text messages concerning the fight, maybe even ignoring the loads of pictures of your crying face.

Oh, the pictures. Not a fun sight to see.

Luckily for you, the pictures were only ones inside the party near Andrew- not Pedro. Unfortunately, though, your picture was turned into a 'crying in the club' meme.

You couldn't exactly be mad over it, you loved memes.

Thank the Lords the paparazzi were clueless and never ended up catching your argument with Pedro or you wouldn't know how to cover it up.

You could never get away with the typical 'friends fighting' after he shouted how much he loved you.

And bless the celebrities near you for minding their business.

To clear up your meltdown, you took it upon yourself to send out a quick tweet the next morning with a "i'm sorry i'm an emotional drunk. one second we're talking about 500 days of summer and then...well you already know how THAT ends."

In that moment you couldn't care less if people believed you or not, this was going to pass fast anyway.

Now here you were, sitting in front of your kitchen bar as Andrew and Florence decided to pay you a visit because they missed you- or so they say.

Realistically, they wanted to see if you were still a hot mess.

Which you weren't, obviously.

Shailene would have tagged along, but she was busy doing grown up things, such as working on her latest project Andrew claimed which was a slight bummer. She was the mediator, now who else was going to stop the arguments calmly between your two friends.

Florence disagreed, shaking her head. "You can't just ask her that, it's impolite."

Sighing, Andrew sent you an apologetic glance. "Okay, I am sorry." Not taking his eyes off you, you could feel his curiosity and eagerness from the other side of the kitchen. "But we're all thinking it."

Judging by how unresponsive Florence became, you could tell she wasn't going to fight him on this. And well, she was secretly on his side because your fight with Pedro was seriously excessive.

She just wanted to know what he could've done to make you so angry, it didn't make sense to her if he did cheat. He didn't seem like the type, but some people do the most surprising things- so she couldn't really tell.

"Do you want the last reason or all of them?"

Widening his eyes, Andrew shares a glance with Florence for a swift second before finding your eyes. "Last reason?"

"The last fight we had that led us to finalize our breakup."

"Finalize," he giggled, leaning on the marble counter. "This isn't a divorce process."

"For a person who is so concerned about my relationship crisis, you seem to be catch on to the most irrelevant stuff."

"So you admit you still want to be with him," Andrew declared, giving a smug look as you tried to process his words. "If you're still stressing over him, it means you don't want to let him go."

"I never said I was stressing over hi-"

"Did she or did she not just claim she was undergoing a crisis-," Andrew interrupted, slightly raising his voice. "-a relationship crisis, to be exact."

Florence sheepishly looked your way, capturing your stern expression before slowly nodding.

Your male friend clapped his hands loudly before bursting out a wider grin, happy someone had his back. "There we have it, if he's on your mind that much to turn into a crisis- you still love him!"

Furrowing your brows, you didn't know how to respond. It was true, you had many moments where Pedro agitated you even when you haven't been near him for quite some time.

But isn't being wound up over an ex part of healing?

Truth be told, you knew your feelings for Pedro hadn't completely disappeared, but love? You weren't even sure love existed by your past experiences.

"I do not love him," you hiss, vigorously snatching the water bottle on the counter and aggressively opening it. "How can love be real? It's baffling."

"Questioning the real question with a question," he sneers, making Florence and you become confused as ever. "You're so in love him."

Florence cuts in, squinting her face in puzzlement. "Wait- what's the real question she's supposedly questioning with a question?"

"Love!" he cheers happily before placing his hand on his palm, dreamingly gazing at you. "You have your doubts on what love may be, but without knowing it you're having them because you're questioning your love to Pedro since you're too scared to admit you still love him."

"I don't get it."

Rolling your eyes, you swiftly turn away and head towards your living room to lay on your couch. You were not in the mood to have someone else tell you what your feelings were when they weren't you. "I'm done with this conversation."

Hearing a low slapping noise, following an irritated hiss, you could make out Florence's displeased voice. "See what you did! Now she's not going to tell us."

"So much for moral support, you really are nosy," Andrew fought back, whispering loudly.

A minute or two went by since you couldn't make out what they were saying before rushed footsteps soon made their way near you as your friends awkwardly smiled, hoping they didn't upset you too much.

Because they really wanted to know the drama.

Pushing him roughly from behind, Florence sent you an innocent smile as Andrew landed near your side of the couch, trying his best to hold his composure and not turn back around and start another fight.

Placing a light hand on your shoulder, you blankly glance at it before meeting his attention. "We just wanted you to know we totally understand if you aren't comfortable...expressing your past-"

"Get your hand off me and let's get this over with so you two can leave already."

Florence quickly sat right beside Andrew, both not offended with your statement because they were fully aware of how annoying the were becoming.

Before you could say anything, Florence quickly spoke aloud. "Start from the beginning!" Andrew slowly looking back to her, he sent her a confused look. "So we aren't lost, of course."

Laughing lightly, you nod before adjusting yourself on your seat. It was going to be hard to remember all the details clearly because there really wasn't an exact time issues occurred, it kind of just naturally appeared here and there.

Now that you think of it, majority of the tiny disputes during the earlier days of your relationship were probably on the same level as when you two were splitting, but maybe the dense ones created towards the end really made it hard to continue.

"If I'm being totally honest, we never really had problems when we first started dating. He was really great," you begin, clutching onto a pillow you found right beside you. "And he would always make sure to watch me make it inside my house before leaving, that was when I knew he wasn't some fling."

Andrew smirked, nodding proudly. "Classic move."

Smiling at the thought, you focused your mind to uncover the ugly truths that slowly tore you two apart.

"But then one day, I wanna say a few weeks after our second anniversary, we just started...fighting?"

Tilting your head, you look down as sad memories began pouring through your mind completely. "It wasn't our usual small fights over who left the bathroom floor wet or dropping his ipad in the pool-"

"-you dropped his ipad in the pool?" Florence coughed, bewildered by your scandalous actions.

"He wanted to know if it was waterproof," you defended.

"Was it?"

"No," you nervously reply, avoiding their eyes. "But he had it backed up and I bought him a new one!"

"That was kind of a bitchy move," Andrew muttered, catching your pissed gaze. "But at least you made up for it!"

Maybe it wasn't that great of an idea to just throw it in, but he did say he was really curious and wanted to dump it under the sink.

"Anyway," you start back up again, making Andrew lowly sigh in relief. "Our fights were never that serious, or at least not until he started filming for that new tv series he joined."

Florence spoke up, lightly questioning "The Last of Us?"

Nodding, you shrugged. "I guess it's normal to say the time apart did cause a rift in our relationship, but it wasn't too bad. He always made sure to call and facetime at least once every two days."

"But one day when he was visiting during his week break he just...snapped?" you frowned, not even wanting to visualize the tiny argument.

You had to for your own good.

"He had been home for maybe two days before he suddenly became moody. Like- his attitude was insane, I have never seen him like this ever," you sigh, closing your eyes for a second before continuing. "He didn't want to go out to eat, didn't want me to make him food, and when I offered to have it delivered he slammed the bedroom door on my face and claimed he was going to bed."

"Woah, why would he do that?" Andrew asked, seriousness splattered all over his face.

You wish you knew.

"Not sure, I just thought maybe work was stressing him out so I wanted him to have his alone time to clear his mind."

"Did that work?"

Sitting up straighter, you send a sorrowful smile. "For the rest of that week-yes. He ended up apologizing to me when I tried going to bed and said his manager was being tough on him for some scenes they had done."

You remember the moment you walked inside your bedroom, disappointed that he was awake. Not wanting to cause more tension, you planned to sneak under the covers and deal with the incident in the morning.

But his arms slowly wrapping over your waist as you had your back facing him said otherwise. Pulling you closer, you remember the soft "please don't be mad at me" he whispered near your ear, making sure you felt his tight embrace as if to prove you were his.

That night ended with you turning your body over to face him, accepting his open arms as a way to answer his pleading way of forgiveness.

Like always.

"Once he went back to work, we still talked- but I could tell he wasn't fully engaged like he always was," you sulk, remembering the first time you caught him not listening. "It got to the point where I purposely stopped answering his calls."

Your friends quickly send you a shocked look, you continue before they could intercept. "I couldn't handle his lack of attention, I would rather have him panic from the rejected calls than just tell him why I was upset."

It wasn't your best move, but you were frustrated. It wasn't fair that he was the one who got to treat you poorly and you had to accept it.

You admit, maybe if you communicated with him about these issues you could've prevented many future arguments and even saved your relationship.

But you were human and sometimes humans act human.

"Then what happened?" Andrew asked, a curious appearance plastering his face. "You continued ignoring him?"

Laughing lightly, you shake your head. It was the plan, but plans don't always work out. "Actually, he secretly took a flight back home one weekend and confronted me."

Gasping, Florence jumped up in her seat and moved her leg under her. "No way!"

"Yes, way," you sheepishly reply, embarrassed at the memory. You can still picture the way Pedro stood in your shared bedroom as you stepped out of your bathroom, jumping at the sight of him.

Standing with his arms crossed with his bags thrown by the door, he was determined to figure out what was going on with you.

"I wouldn't say we engaged in a heated argument, but it was surprisingly really emotional."

Andrew leaned his body closer, too interested not to let his questions slide. "Were you guys never emotional? I feel like every couple experiences those moments together- it's what makes them stronger."

It should've made you two stronger, but instead it made you weaker without you realizing it.

"Pedro and I had our minor instances, but it never involved problems we were facing," you began, sighing slightly. "All I remember was finding him standing near the bed with no emotion- none. I couldn't read what he may have been feeling, he just looked so....empty?"

"Empty? That's not good." Florence commented.

"That could mean a lot of things, not necessarily anger," Andrew added, trying to make you feel better.

"I knew deep down he was mad, as he should be- I was the one ignoring him," you defended him, taking full responsibility over your childish actions. "But I could tell he was more hurt that mad."

"What did he say?"

"What's going on?" Pedro questioned, his eyes not daring to leave yours as you freeze- stopping your attempts at brushing your wet hair, extremely confused as to why he was here.

He wasn't supposed to visit for another month, or so he said.

"Pedro?" you squint your eyes, still not sure if he was really in front of you or maybe you were daydreaming. You were high off many shots of espressos, it's finally hitting you. "Is that you?"

Still staring plainly at you, he stays right where he was. In any other circumstances he would have run up and wrapped his arms tightly around you, but this night was different.

He looked disorientated, out of place. His eyes lacked intensity as his body followed, looking as stiff as ever. Even his breathing matched his energy, calm yet unsettled.

You left him confused and he did not like that. "Answer my question."

Batting your eyes faster, you realize what was going on and where he was. Gasping, you do the exact opposite of what he wanted. "What the hell are you doing here?! You're not supposed to be home- you could get fired a-"

Taking a hold of your arms, he stills you and ignores your rambling. "What-" he begins, moving his right hand to the back of your neck and forcing you to focus on him only. "-is going on?"

Freezing, you try to back your head away from his grip but he tightens his grasp, making sure to not be too rough so he doesn't actually hurt you- he would never do such a thing. "I don't understand-"

"You haven't been answering my calls, what else is there to understand?" He sternly recalls, not wanting you to bullshit your way out of this. "So you either have been ignoring me on purpose to be petty or this is your way of hinting you don't want to be with me anymore."

Shaking your head frantically, you try to talk but he cuts you off again. "-And don't say you've been busy. You and I both know I would have figured out if you had added projects to your schedule- your mom tells me everything."

If this were a good time, you would have laughed at his side comment regarding your mother, but it wasn't.

"Not everything," you spit out, causing him to squint his face and release his hands from you.

"Are you trying to tell me something? Are you not happy? Is that why you've been avoiding my calls?" he questions, tilting his head in bewilderment, not liking your attitude at the moment. "Because if you really don't want to be with me you should've told me sooner than leaving me feeling fucking clueless while I'm out in another country working."

"I'm not saying I don't want to be with you-"

"But you aren't denying it," he intercepts, firmly nodding in realization. "I get it, I'm just glad I know now and won't have to wait another month to finally understand how you're feeling."

Walking away from you, Pedro walks towards his bags and reaches down for them. You scoff at his disturbed demeanor. There is no way you should be the only one at fault here- you both made mistakes.

Pushing his backpack off his hands, he watches at it lands on the floor before instantly finding your eyes. "Are you seri-"

"Just because I'm avoiding your calls doesn't mean I want to end our relationship" you shriek, glaring at him as his eyes soften at your hidden truth.

Your angered expression and stiff posture hits him like a brick, there was something really bothering you and he was too oblivious to acknowledged it until you began overlooking him.

Taking a deep breath, you watch as your boyfriend intently examines you as if he's trying to read your impractical mind. Sometimes, he wished you would speak up when something was bothering you, in fact- he has told you many times in the past to do so.

But the idea of patiently waiting until it erupts is what he's sure you've normalized in fear of desertion. Or maybe refusal of reality- the two of you weren't perfect.

"What's going on?" He calmly questions again, dropping any signs of fury and replaces it with worry and concern. Reaching out to you, he softly clasps your shoulder before moving in a few inches. "Am I making you upset?"

Slapping his hand away, you cross your arms over your chest in agitation. "I'm mad at you!"

Blinking a few times, he couldn't believe how fast you spilled and chaotic your energy was. He's never seen you act this hysterical and to be honest, he was really debating asking if you were on your period or not. "Why?"

Pursing your lips together, you release your arms and let them fall on your sides. "You know why!" With that, you turn your back to him and make your way back to your bathroom to hide.

At this point, you felt it was acceptable to act unbearable- he left you feeling insignificant and you weren't going to hold it in anymore.

If you stayed there any longer you knew you would break down into tears. Showing your vulnerable side this early into an argument was too easy, you have to show how bold you were in order to get your point across.

Or anger across.

But it was really hard to hold a grudge, he was just so- loving, despite your recent incidents. Deep down, he did care about you and wanted to validate your feelings- or as best he could.

Grabbing anything you could find near your sink, you begin opening some moisturizer and splatter it around your hands to keep you busy. You could feel Pedro come inside your shared bathroom but you don't dare to peep his way.

"Honey- please," you heard him release a soft sigh as he stood behind you, watching through your huge mirror in front of the two of you. He could make out your distressed appearance and you were absolutely not fine. "You can't just steer clear from this, we need to talk about it-"

Slamming the poor jar on the counter, you swiftly twist your body to his front and feel all the rage taking control. "But did you want to talk all those times I called you?! No, you didn't give one fuck about me or Leia!"

"You named your dog after Princess Leia? That's smart," Andrew butted in, grinning. "You know, since he's in the Mandalorian and Star W-"

"We get it."

Maybe it was wrong to bring your beloved corgi into such a serious topic, but she was abandoned by her father too.

"I did talk to you! I made sure to call you whenever I had time an-"

"I'm glad I made it into your schedule- but maybe if you considered adding some compassion and empathy it wouldn't feel like I'm just another business call you hate!"

Panting, you send daggers his way as his eyes widen. Did you just say he doesn't care about your calls? Impossible- he loves your calls, it makes his days better.

"You aren't a business call and you know that. Honey, please understand- hey!" He cuts himself off once you finally had enough of his poor attempts to defend himself, trying to flee but he ends up being quicker on his feet and yanking you back to his arms.

But once you were wrapped around him, even though it was for pure captivity and not warmth, you instantly broke down. He didn't know you were in tears until he felt his shirt become damp and still then he just thought you were trying to spit on him out of anger.

Hearing your tiny whimpers, he immediately glanced down and lifted you up to catch a clear view of your face, despite your protests and blockings. "Baby, I-I didn't mean to make you cry-"

"You don't mean a lot of things," you spit out, swatting his hands that dared to reach your face. You weren't in the mood to make up, all you wanted to do was sleep your troubles away, especially with the draining work day you had.

Continuing your pulling, Pedro began becoming annoyed with your strong protests against his affection. Isn't this what you wanted? "Why won't you let me hold you? I want to console you, can't I be your boyfriend for the night and tomorrow you can continue hating me?"

"You see my tears and now you want to hold me but admit we'll still be out of place tomorrow? That's acceptable for you?" you laugh ruthlessly, allowing space to be brought in front of you. "Do you hear yourself?"

Groaning, he rubs his face hard before speaking his mind, trying not to sound too furious and scare you. "What do you want me to do? I admit, I did lack some energy-"

"Some?" you snort to yourself, your face still wet.

"Don't interrupt me," he declared, shaking his head at how rude you were becoming. "I wasn't the best partner, okay?! There, I admit it, but you don't understand how it is working constantly and not being able to see family and friends and-"

"It's like you don't even know me at all," you ignorantly chuckle over his nonsense and walk towards your bed.

What a way to dismiss your feelings.

"That's not what I meant," he sighs, following after and stopping you from opening your covers and hiding underneath them. "It's just hard being away from everyone I love, I'm in a different country. It's not like I can drive an hour away and suddenly see them!"

"I can't do that either!"

"Can't you just please, please, please- consider that my mindset is not good right now," he declares, his eyes filling with sadness as his arms slowly find your waist. Taking a deep breath, you watch as he looked up at the ceiling before biting his lip. "I know I am not being the best partner right now- or for the past few months, but I am trying."

As soon as uncertainty flushed your face, his hands tightened as his expression deepened into an emotion you never seen him explore before- dejection.

"I can't promise you I'm suddenly going to wake up and give you 110% every interaction we have," he began, his voice lowering as he tried to keep his emotions in check. "But I confess- I am being a little shit and I am willing to work on that. Just please- please don't push me away. Try to understand my situation."

He wasn't wrong, his life switched around once he accepted the role of Joel Miller and you should've known from the start he would face some difficulties. Maybe you were being too self-centered and invalidated his feeling too, not just him.

Sometimes he wasn't good with words when expressing himself and made you feel as if you weren't as popular as him, but you knew it was never his intention to hurt you like that. He had a heart and loved to use it.

Fighting over work should never be a reason to be miserable especially when it's how you both get your income.

"I-I understand," you lightly speak up, watching as his eyes light up by the sound of your now calm voice filling his ears. "I just want you to know that it didn't make me feel good-"

"Of course it wouldn't make you feel good, I was being horrible," Pedro intercepted, pulling you into a tight hug and landing his face in your neck. "And if I wasn't thousands of miles away I would totally spoil you with kisses and chocolates as my sorry."

"Chocolates are still in favor," you joke and feel him softly swat your bottom in disapproval.

Pulling away, he leans his face closer to yours and plants a sweet kiss upon your lips before backing up an inch and whispering softly, "I love you, you know that right?"

Smiling, you slowly nod and surprise him with a deeper kiss before answering him back with a familiar, "I love you, too."

"You better," he smirks, pulling his body on top of yours, hearing your light squeaks once your back hit the mattress and his lips snuck their way into the crook of your neck.

"Did you end up getting chocolates?" Andrew immediately questioned once you finished your long recollection of memories.

"That's not important," Florence rolled her eyes.

"I mean he did promise her it."

Chuckling at his curiosity, it amused you how focused he was about some candy. "Yes, he did- for like a month and then I got over them."

"Understandable," Andrew replied, looking down at his lap.

Florence jumped over him, making herself sit closer to you as he winced at her sudden movements. "Then what happened?! I mean, there had to be more right?"

"My god woman, I hope you're not working for TMZ," Andrew joked.

She shushed him before leaning closer to you, signaling you to continue on with your memories. "After that fight, things became pretty normal again. We would call each other with far more energy than before and he would even fly back home often to keep our communication strong."

"And how long did that last?"

Frowning, you took a small breath. "Like three months- then we started fighting more."

"Over?"

Rubbing your face, you groaned. "He went back to lacking energy! But that's not even the worst part."

"Please don't tell me he cheated," Andrew begged, covering his eyes with his hands while pulling a sorrow look. "I would never be able to look at him the same."

"I don't know if he did cheat- but I did find out two months before we ended things that he stayed the night at his exes."

Loudly gasping, the company you had began freaking out with their jaws dropping- literally. Florence angrily furrowed her brows, "you've got to be kidding? How is that allowed in a relationship?- It's not!"

Crossing your legs, you shrug as a way to answer her. You really did wonder what was going through his head when he did that. Sadly, you couldn't believe a word he said after you found out what he did.

Maybe that's why you were fine with ending things- because the trust was slowly disappearing.

"Not to mention he would always be with her and ditch plans with me," you form a tight smile, trying not to make things awkward but it was too late.

Who could possible hear this and not feel embarrassed for you? Classic move on his part to follow the 'being friends with my ex is okay' stereotype, but it only left you feeling unwanted and flawed.

Were you not good enough to be in his arms all those times he ditched you for her? And why couldn't he tell you what was really going on- unless he was truly hiding something unspeakable.

"Spill the beans."

Hearing a door slam, you jump up in a daze. You could feel sleep still linger on your body as you crank your neck to the side, capturing the bright '12:47 pm' located on top of your nightstand.

Slowly yanking your body up, you don't stretch as you hurry out of your room to the living room in search of the mysterious person who was either your missing boyfriend or an intruder.

Catching sight of his bright yellow t-shirt as he opens the refrigerator, you could feel your body boil up. "Where have you been? You snuck out last night without even telling me- do you even understand how worried I was?!"

Watching as he gradually turns his head to face yours, Pedro closes the fridge before leaning against the kitchen counter- completely relaxed despite your current state.

"I was out with friends," he declared, grinning to try and take pressure off from you- it didn't work. "I'm sorry, I will tell you next time. I didn't mean to worry you, my love."

Placing your hands on your hips, it pains you that you secretly don't believe a word he's saying. Normally, if this were the case, he would text you if you were sleeping or call you in the morning to inform you with what he'd done.

He did neither one.

Maybe you should test him? Ask him questions and see if he'll freeze up?

"And who were you with?"

He smiled, grabbing a cup from the pantry while easily answering, "Diego and Oscar- we had a couple of drinks and Oscar thought it would be best I stay the night."

Nodding swiftly, you examine him to see if there were any signs of him lying- there weren't. Fuck, you forgot he was an actor. It's literally his job to control his emotions! "And why didn't you call or at least send a simple text?"

After hearing your words, Pedro sends you a small smile before gently placing his cup down. Walking up to you, he opens his arms. "Baby, is that why you're so upset? Because I didn't call?"

Before you could answer, he engulfs you in his arms before swaying you both around. Feeling vibrations as he let out light giggles, you instantly dropped any suspicions you may have had because he had to tell the truth- he would never lie to you.

It's surreal how easily you could throw any convictions out the window when he touched you. It's like he jogged your memory.

"Well, why didn't you at least text?"

Removing his head from your neck, he squeezes you waist and sends you an amused smirk . "Because I was insanely drunk and if I would've used my phone it probably would have resulted in me leaving you hundreds of drunk voicemails confessing my love for you."

"And that's bad?"

He chuckled, shaking his head before pinching your side. "No, but it sure as hell is annoying."

Standing up straighter, you cautiously nod at his answer and watch as he lovingly smiled down at you. "Okay, I believe you."

"Did you really believe him?" Andrew asked.

"I call bullshit," Florence confidently declares, strong on her view that Pedro was not an honest person.

"Let me finish the story!"

Loud footsteps could be heard near your hallway as you stood behind the oven, trying your best to not burn these damn chocolate chip cookies.

Such a basic recipe yet so complex- it was truly aggravating.

"Y/n? Where are you?!" you heard you assistant squeal from a distance.

Trying to properly put your mitten on, you murmur a small "kitchen" before preparing yourself to open the oven. The amount of times you burned yourself thinking it was cool enough not to wear protection-

Point is- always wear protection.

Opening the oven door, you pull the tray of freshly baked cookies towards you as the footsteps became clearly audible. Right when the cookies were in your grip and being lifted, you heard your assistant yelp-

"Pedro was caught leaving his ex's house two days ago."

Throwing yourself up into a standing position, you forget about the tray of cookies until you feel the burning sensation upon your left arm. You accidentally pulled the tray too close to you. "Ow!"

Instantly panicking, your assistant rushes to your side in support and grabs a towel to fill with ice. Pressing downwards on the wound, you wince at the pressure that was building.

"What the hell are you talking about?" you still question, extremely curious to uncover what this situation was.

His ex? That's absurd, he hasn't dated anyone in years when you first met. It's definitely not like he was in contact with them when you made it official, he was always firm when it came with communicating with past relationships.

That was a big no-no, especially when one of your ex's tried reaching out after your last movie dropped. Pedro made it very clear how unhappy he was when he made an appearance at your premiere- your boyfriend not daring to leave your side and even blocking your view whenever your ex had the chance to gawk you up close.

At the time, people thought Pedro only attended because he was close with the director and has always been friendly with other actors. Little did they know he was being extra friendly with you behind the curtains.

"Someone snapped photos of him outside of her door! It looks like he just woke up, too." Grabbing the phone from her hands, you pull it closer to your face and watch what the screen uncovered.

There he was, your boyfriend of two-years smiling brightly as he steps outside her door in the clothes he wore the night before. The same ones he manipulated you with about being with Diego and Oscar that night.

Not just that, but peering on the side of the door was indeed his tall, beautiful ex who definitely aged like fine wine. Hell, she was gorgeous and everybody knew that.

And the fact that they broke up due to their long distance, at the time, did not help this situation. Now that they lived a few cities away, what now? Were you just a doormat he could walk all over and eventually throw away whenever he wanted something new?

Placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, you refuse to take your eyes off the screen as your assistant begins speaking. "Did you know he slept over?" Glancing up, she takes your downcast face as an answer and swiftly pulls you in a tight hug. "Oh no, I'm so sorry."

You were sorry for yourself, too. How could he lie right to your face so easily knowing he was doing it- intentionally. And the most fucked up part was he probably knew you would believe him- just like all the other times you did.

"I saw that picture!" Andrew exclaimed, bewildered at his recollection. "I thought the paparazzi caught him lacking after a hook-up- damn, I wish I would've known you were together sooner."

"Same, I would have unfollowed him," Florence added. "And nobody would've known it was because of you- since you two never been public."

Forcing a smile, you give her a tiny nudge on the arm. "Gee, thanks for being so considerate."

"Continue!"

"Open the god damn door, y/n. You are being overdramatic- it was one night! Nothing happened!" Pedro yelled, pulling the car handle harshly as you searched through your bag that sat on your passenger seat- looking to see if you had everything you needed before your flee.

Let's just say, things were pretty...eventful once you discovered his scheme.

For starters, after bawling your eyes out on your poor assistant's shoulder, she made her departure in order to clean up the spare bedroom she offered you to take if you weren't comfortable staying at your own place.

You accepted.

Once she was out the door, you fled to your bedroom and grabbed any suitcase close by and began stuffing it to the brim, not caring how disorganized it was professing as you reached for more clothes.

You were almost done packing your second bag full of makeup and bathroom necessities when you heard your front door open. Jumping up, you felt your eyes widen once you heard your name being chanted on by your boyfriend. "Y/n?!"

"Fuck," you whispered to yourself, drastically glancing around your now messy bathroom to make changes to your plan- only take things you really need.

Seconds pass and you find yourself zipping your bag and rushing out the door, that was until your body roughly collided with another- causing you to drop your belongings and land on the floor. Groaning, you hesitantly rise, immediately finding your boyfriend's body nearing yours as he pleads to help you off the ground.

"Baby, I'm sorry! I didn't see you coming out," he apologizes, using his fingertips to clasp your forearms to level you. "Look, I need to tell y-"

"Get off of me," you grit, forcibly slapping his palms off you, causing him to cease and stare stunned. He has never seen you once be this aggressive. Sure, you would reject his embrace whenever you two fought here and there, but slap? Not ever.

Brushing roughly past him, you gripped your larger suitcase by its handles and made a beam to the closest exit. You couldn't be around him, not when thoughts of him being unfaithful constantly drowned your head.

A strong tug of your makeup bag made you halt your movements, not by choice, as Pedro made sure to tighten his grip to prevent you from leaving. Glancing down at his now white, clenched hands, you glare. "Let go."

Shaking his head, he stared you down- irritated that you would just pack up and leave so quickly without even hearing his side of the story. Yes, he should have told you what really happened that night- but he knew how you'd react.

It was better to keep it sealed until he was ready to unveil- or so he thought.

"You let go," he hissed, raising one of his hands and smacking yours with it. You hate how much stronger he still was while only using one hand while you had two- fuck his strength and your poor muscles.

Groaning, you dig your feet onto the ground harder as you continue your tug-a-war charade with your selfish boyfriend who didn't seem to believe space was an understandable coping mechanism after he shattered your small heart.

"Fine," you yelp, shoulders falling slightly as he eases his grip- still holding on though. "We both let go on 3."

Tilting his head, he suddenly grew suspicious by your random middle ground. He knew you well enough to know you don't give up that easily, especially when he's fully sure, by your bolting efforts, you saw the picture. "How do I know you won't just run off after?"

"You're faster and stronger than me, you'll catch me eventually."

Internally agreeing, he knew you had a point. Even if you did escape, your little legs weren't going to get you far- he knows from all the times he tackled you down after you countlessly would steal his food.

"1," you begin, eyeing him to see if he would follow.

"2," he stared at you back, cautiously watching your every step.

Taking a deep breath, you count again. "3!" With that, you release your grip from your bag and watch as he still clutches on to the strap. "What the hell- we agreed on 3 we'd both let go!"

Nervously chuckling, he placed the bag on the ground and sheepishly smiled at you. He was glad to see you finally calming down. "Sorry, I didn't think you would actually do it."

Sending him an annoyed glance, he scratches the back of his neck for assuming you wouldn't follow your word. "Trust me, I always tell the truth."

Wincing at your cold tone, he frowns by your hard demeanor. "About that- I was going to tell you-"

Softly placing a hand over your head, you release a sound of discomfort and miss the way his eyes wander in curiosity.

"Can we talk about this after I take my supplements? I am not feeling too good," you cut him off, slowly touching your forehead as you watch his concern grow. "I forgot to take them this morning."

"You know you get bad migraines when you don't take them," he declared, sighing as he raised his hand and began softly rubbing your temple in ease.

He believed you were being serene because you weren't livid and allowed him to stop you from leaving- how wrong he was.

"I know but I had a crammed morning-"

"This is why we need to hire someone to walk Leia, we don't have enough time majority of the week!" he exhales, making you stare at the floor for the point taken. But there was no way you'd hire someone to walk your dog, that's ridiculous and a waste of money. "We'll talk after, let me grab them- stay here."

Sadly nodding, you allow him to flee towards your bathroom in search for your medicine. Peering you head a few inches to the side, you wait till the coast is clear before slowly, but firmly, grabbing your once lost bag and dashing out of your bedroom.

"I almost forgot about Leia," you muttered to yourself, instantly feeling bad at the thought of how quick you were to forget your baby. How terrible of a mother were you.

And what even was more mind blowing was how Pedro didn't catch your innocent acting. Truthfully, he must be trying to be extra helpful so you would believe him. Too late.

Finding your white corgi near the kitchen, you whistle lowly for her to follow as you peddled your way to your garage. "C'mon doggie, if daddy notices our escape plan he won't let us leave that easil-"

"Y/n?!"

Jaw dropping, you shoot a glance of panic to your dog, who only blankly stares back, before rushing to your parked car. "Just like Batman and Robin- now jump in," you hushed, opening the back seat so you could not only throw your bags back there- but also your tiny-legged corgi who struggles at first, but eventually makes it in.

Once you jumped into your seat and turned on the car, you catch a breathless Pedro rushing out through the door to your side. "Fuck."

"You tricked me!"

"You slept with another woman, asshole!" you yell back, glaring as he rolled his eyes- outraged by how unreasonable you were becoming. All he wanted to do was sit you down and have a normal conversation about this, but instead you kept running away.

Once again, he thinks you need to work on your communication skills.

"You used your failing health to your advantage- how sick are you?" he yelped, offended.

"They were gummy supplements!"

Touching your car door, he sternly peers at you as you quickly lock your doors in case he tried opening it. "I did not sleep with another woman," he started, inhaling strongly before releasing it. "Why would I do that when I am in a committed relationship? Huh? Do you think I am capable of cheating?"

Shrugging innocently, you pull a sarcastic face. "Not sure, I do know you're capable of lying- maybe infidelity is the cherry on top?"

Mouth gapping, he sends you a look of hurt and for a second you feel terrible by your choice of words. In your heart, you wanted to take it back- but your head thought otherwise.

"I would never be unfaithful to you- that's not who I am," he firmly states, feeling like absolute shit that you would even accuse him of being with another woman when you were all he thought about every single second of the day.

Dryly chuckling, you nod along to his words. He feels his heart ache, as if hundreds of knives jabbed through the delicate muscle by your painful mien. Did you really think that lowly of him?

"That's who you are to me now."

Once those words flew out of your mouth and he was able to process it clearly, he paused. Whole body turning stiff and cold, he scolded you profoundly before fiercefully charging towards your car door and pounding for entrance.

It was like a nerve was touched and he was not willing to be forgiving anymore. You struck him hard and he knew you meant it out of pure anger- not genuinely, but his awareness soon became replaced with treachery and he so badly wanted you to pay for your foul words.

"Open the god damn door, y/n. You are being overdramatic- it was one night! Nothing happened!" Pedro yelled, pulling the car handle harshly as you searched through your bag that sat on your passenger seat- looking to see if you had everything you needed before fleeing.

Mentally checking off your items before departure, you inhale sharply before lowering down your car's mirror and pressing your garage remote- allowing the door to gradually rise and Pedro to panic.

Cursing in his head, he couldn't let you drive away or else he might never see you for days and he couldn't bear the thought of you moping around in agony without at least hearing from him- the man in the picture- what actually happened that night.

Pressing on the lever and angling down to reverse, you nervously press on the gas and allow your car to drift back as your poor dog watched through the backseat his dad embarrassingly urging you to not go.

You prayed the neighbors couldn't hear a thing, if the cops came you're sure you would never go out in public for at least six months.

Realizing that it was now or never, you see from the corner of your eye a figure running towards the back of your car before a loud thump was heard.

Shakily, pressing on the brakes and putting your car on park, you jump out in horror by the sight of legs near your back tires.

You hit him.

"Shit!" you gasped, involuntarily sprinting- as if your body just knew how to react- and dropping down to your boyfriend's lifeless body-

"You ran him over?!" Andrew and Florence shrieked, interrupting your storytelling, causing you to glare and shush them.

"Shut the fuck up- it's getting to the interesting part!"

Hugging his body tightly, you could feel your face began to fall down and your body slowly begin to tremble. In a matter of seconds, you just knew your garage wasn't going to be a pretty sight to see.

Hitching your breath, you run your hands to your boyfriend's chest and shake him softly in hopes he would open his eyes- he didn't. With tears flushing down your face, you sniff as you grip onto him harder. "Please w-wake up," you begin, trying your best to keep your touch on him but you were a jittering mess. Not being able to stay still, you press your ear over his chest to see his he still had a pulse.

Sighing in relief, he did.

Squeezing his face, you frown as his expressionless face stills. Realizing he might have passed out over a concussion, your lips begin to tremble as you finally breakdown in tears and cradle him.

Leaning over from his side, you bend your body and embrace his head into your neck. "I am such a-a fucking idiot," you squeak, your eyes shutting as you don't have the power to keep them open. "I-I love you- I should've just stayed and t-talked-!"

Cutting yourself off, you ironically feel like the lifeless one despite your literal unconscious boyfriend being in your arms at the moment. Bitch, you really had the nerve. Swiftly kissing his cheek, you plunge yourself into his neck and cushion him with your body- being as fragile as ever when handling him.

Quivering in misery, you keep a strong grip onto him before you felt pressure along your side. "It's been minutes and you still haven't called 911? I could've been dead by now."

Screaming, you instantly drop the figure once on top of you and force your thighs to back up, causing you to sit perplexed on the concrete floor.

Glancing back up, you find your boyfriend brightly grinning your way, using his arms to hold his upper portion up as you looked back in confusion. Didn't you hit him?

"I was my own stunt double for some scenes," he speaks up, smiling to himself proud as you continued staying still, confused as to what had just happened. "As long as you have the right mentality- you can take a pounding."

Registering where he was going with this, you scoff and quickly allow your feet to hit the ground. Following after you, Pedro jumps at your unpleased sight and watches as you cooly open your back door to let your dog jump out before marching towards the door to your house.

"Wait? Are you mad at me for that, too?" He calls out, tilting his head in question and proceeds to get his answer by the slamming of the door behind you. "Never mind."

Angrily storming through your hallway, you accidentally run into the wooden desk placed against the wall. "Ugh!" you scream, turning around and giving it one hard kick before making your way towards your destination- the kitchen.

"What did the desk ever do to you?" Pedro mumbled to himself, stopping right by it once you were out of sight and fixing it back up against the wall, making sure the books settled on top were nested properly before going after you.

"So that's why one of the legs is chipped? I noticed that-"

"Shut up, Andrew."

"Sorry, go on."

Finding you near the blacked marbled kitchen bar, Pedro ceased his movements. To be honest, he was nervous to confront you. Not only did you find out he slept at his ex girlfriend's house, but he made you believe he was dead.

This was not going to end well.

"How could you do this to me?" He hears you ask, you back being in his peripheral view as you leaned your body over the counter, hands gripping the ends roughly.

"Do what?" he idiotically responds back, mentally slapping himself for having the audacity to question something he surely knows.

Slowly turning around, capturing his soft yet worried eyes, he catches onto your tear ones and breaks down on the inside. "Tell me the truth." you gulp, averting your eyes to your feet as you sense him bobble his head. "Did you sleep with her?"

Choking on air, he frantically shakes his head in dismay, not believing you would actually think that despite the past half an hour of him comprehending that you might so. Maybe he just couldn't believe it would ever come out of your mouth- but this whole situation made him nauseous.

Steadily finding his balance, he inched towards your frail body as you kept your contact with the floor strong, not daring to move it even when the sight of his shoes play in your mind. "Honey," he lowly calls out, lifting his fingers to your chin and hastily bringing your vision to his own. "No- I did not sleep or engage in any sexual nor romantic activity with her."

"Then why did you go to her house and not tell me?!" you cried, nudging his hand off your face, him immediately aiming towards your waist to still have you near. "Why would you do this to me? Why would you sleep over when you know how I would feel?"

"I can't tell you," he confesses, whispering softly. Feeling your face fall, you erupt into tears again as you lift up your palms to hide behind them.

Hiccuping, your hands twitch as they support your weight and force you to fall on top of the counter and continue watering your tears there. Everything was unfair and he couldn't seem to realize how bad your fights have progressed throughout the months.

"If you really care about me," you whimper, still behind your hands as he rubs circles on your waist. "You would consider my feelings and understand why I should know what you did with her."

Sighing, he releases you waist and rubs his forehead in frustration. Pedro wasn't the type to hide things in relationships. In fact, he was amazing when it came to expressing feelings and being honest while you were the same- but you typically took longer to reveal your troubles than he did.

But no matter how loyal he was to you, it wasn't his place to share someone else's business no matter who the association may be.

"I know, baby. I know- believe me," he whispers, pulling you in for a hug and lifting you off the counter as your sobs were felt among his chest. It broke his heart. "But I can't betray her, she needed me and trusted me to see her. I can't just deceive her."

"But you can do that to me?" you reply, catching him off guard as he shuts his eyes tightly by how accurate you were being. "It's okay, I understand."

"No," he shakes his head, groaning before staring you down. "You don't understand, hell- I don't understand this either. But what I need you to know is I did not kiss, flirt, wink, tease, or touch her in any sexual way. We did not have sex - there was no removing of any clothing-"

"Then why did you sleepover?!"

"She needed me," he simply replies, causing you to laugh ridiculy.

"I needed you and you left me," you spit out harshly, not believing how he could defend himself and think you would ever fine with it.

Grunting, he runs his hand over his hair before pouring all of his stress onto you. "What do you want me to do? I told you what happened- she needed me, I helped her, it took longer than expected so I fell asleep on the couch- do you want to touch my knotted back for proof? Because you can!"

"Why am I the one being yelled at?" you respond, watching his face fall in disappointment.

Staying in your position for a minute or two, you continued examining him as he did the same, not knowing where this was headed. That was until he motioned with his hand for you to move closer.

"Come here."

Furrowing your brows, you pause at his words. Did he think hugging was going to solve all of your problems- because it wasn't. "No-"

Feeling his arms glide up along your upper body and finally wrapping around your shoulders, he pressed you up against his chest into the warmest bear hug you might have engaged in.

It was...peaceful.

Sighing, he felt your body soften by the touch. Relaxing, you closed your eyes as he made it his mission to not ease up on his grip. "I didn't do anything with her," he whispers, laying his face comfortably on your shoulder. "I promise, I love you."

Sadly, his confession made you break down more as tears flooded your face and your body fell upon his grip. Easily wrapping his palms on the back of your head, he cradled you tightly and never left your sight once the rest of that day and week.

And that's how that fight ended- with you trusting his sweet nothings and letting him take over your body with his hugs and kisses because he somehow made you believe him.

Every single time.

You wish you could have moved on from that topic that night as you allowed him to show you how much he loved you, but unfortunately that wasn't an option.

Especially when paparazzi exploited more pictures with him and his ex the following weeks later.

"And what about your last fight? You know- the one that ended things," Andrew started, making you halt. "What happened then?"

Quickly standing up, you brushed your sweatpants down before sending him a tight smile. Now that you talked about sad memories you hadn't really thought of in months, you knew the mention of your last fight would only break you.

You weren't ready to undergoing the same pain you felt that night.

"I didn't know these talks about my past would take a toll on me, but they have. I don't want to talk about it, but I appreciate the two of you checking up on me- I really do, but I think its time for me to take a shower and maybe nap- it's been a tiring day."

Feeling your discomfort, Florence and Andrew exchanged a weary glance before looking back up to you, hesitantly nodding. Probably an intense memory, they were determined not to mention it again unless you came forward.

"Alright- but give us a call if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or just plain old company!" Florence smiled, wrapping her arms around you for a quick hug before pulling back. "We can even have a sleepover."

"Count me out on that one," Andrew joked, bending down to give you the same hug. "But for real, you can cry on my shoulder any time."

"Thanks," you giggle, soon following them towards your front door as they say goodbye to your dog before departing in their own cars.

What an emotional day it has been.

-

"Do I really have to go? It's no use- I already seen the film. I don't want to rewatch it," you whine as your manager hushes you.

Walking down the side of the theatre, you clutch onto the oversized, black leather jacket you were wearing as your manager and assistant walked on either side of you, directing to to the entrance of a random theatre in the city.

Since the Oscars, nothing has really changed. It's been about three weeks now and there wasn't chaos anymore- it seemed like news about that night had already faded.

Regularly, you did chat with Florence, Shailene, and Andrew on the phone- individually at times throughout your past weeks- but nothing too crazy.

You all had your busy schedules and your manager was still being as hardworking as ever trying to exploit more of you to the press and on the screen. Safe to say, every time she had news it would always be something impressive.

Except for today, when she proudly announced after barging into your house during breakfast that there was a new film premiere you had to attend.

It's not like you opposed the idea- but you watched the film when the production team invited you to their private screening. It would be useless watching it again.

But as persistent as ever, your manager claimed there would be great press and directors attending the public's premiere, following with "an Oscar-nominated actress like you must make themself remembered."

As dramatic as always- but at least she was highly active in your career.

She did everything to make you get noticed, especially when you were at your lowest point mentally after your breakup.

Now onto past relationships, you hadn't heard any news regarding Pedro since you last saw him. Not that you wanted to, but for some reason he was still on your mind. Due to the fact you did sit with your friends ranting about your shared troubles, that's likely the reason.

But all jokes aside, you seriously can't stop thinking about him.

However, you were too scared to admit this to anyone. You tried telling Florence, but every time you mentioned his name she would immediately disregard him, pissed by how he treated you.

Which you loved that she had your back, but you needed someone else to have his own- oddly.

Maybe it was your head deep in thoughts that revealed how you were feeling, but your assistant seemed to notice that you weren't okay- mentally.

After checking in and finding a small crowd, you accepted that maybe most of the audience were in their seats already despite the film starting in almost an hour. Nudging you once your manager left to find one of the producers, you glanced at her as she motioned you to move towards the wall.

"What's up?"

She made a face, practically laughing at your question before continuing on. "Why don't you tell me 'what's up?' The whole ride here you've been silent and I know it's not because you were tired- you slept all afternoon, what's really up?"

Chuckling, you roll her eyes at how nosy she was being- but you knew she only wanted to help you. After working together for years, it was a ritual both of you performed: don't let the other be sad.

Surprisingly, it worked every time. She would hide you from people who upset you while you let her have more vacation days whenever she felt the same.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're thinking about him, huh."

Eyes widening, you shake your head quickly as she laughs at your poor attempt of denying her idea. But she knew right from the moment you got lost in your head that he was the one to blame.

"Don't worry, I won't tell," she whispered loudly, causing you to shove her as she laughed louder.

"Shut up, someone might hear you," you hiss, watching as she tried holding her breath to stop herself from cackling again. She just looked like a fish in need of water.

"Don't think about him then," she teased. "If it's making you lost in your thoughts! Wait- why is he in your head? I thought you hated him?"

Coughing, you shake your head. "I don't hate him- I could never."

"Never?" she raises a brow in shock. "I think we're seeing some progress here. You're falling back in loveeeee with him."

"No way," you scoffed as she grinned heavily. "I'm just thinking about the Oscars since that was the last work-related event I've been to since today and you know- he was there so he ended up in my mind...for a little."

She slowly nods, teasing a smug as makes it pretty clear she did not believe one word you said. Your assistant has seen everything, so she is quite familiar with your thoughts regarding Pedro.

She knows when your happily, sadly, angrily, and crazily daydreaming about him. In this case, she's stuck between happily and crazily- not seeming to find any hints of fury and sorrow through your expressions.

But definitely warmth and frustration- all due to him not being able to leave your head.

"When are you just going to admit you still love him?" She blurts out, causing you to snap your heard towards her. "Everybody sees it, you obviously have a soft spot for him if you let him be near you."

"Near me? He's never near me," you laugh. "And I never show signs I want him back, I don't. I made it clear for months now after perfectly avoiding him at all costs."

"Yeah, but he's still on your mind- that must mean something," she declares, causing your small grin to fall into a tight line.

That must mean something.

Did it?

Shaking that thought away, you reject her idea. "It means he traumatized me."

"It means you're in denial and scared to be with him again," she replied, placing her hands on her hips. "Look, I just know you two are meant to be. Next time you see him, talk to him. Tell him how much you care for him- even if you don't want to admit it in a lovey-dovey way. It can be friendly!"

Giving her a strange look, she lowers her energy quickly before looking around the room, making sure no one saw how enthuastic she became.

"You get the point!" she rolls her eyes. "Just be nice, maybe the both of you can form a friendship or just drift apart knowing there's no hard feelings."

"But there is hard feelings," you declared, pointing out the obvious.

There is a reason why you two broke up, like there is also a reason why you despise him. It all comes down to history and actions, which you've both experienced- which is why, again, you broke up.

"Just..." she started, thinking about it for a second before sending you a sincere glance. "-give it a shot. If you don't hate him, like you said, it wouldn't be terrible to be civil."

Slowly nodding, you understand where she's coming from. This tension between Pedro and you was getting old, and the fact it was only you adding fuel to the non-existent fire since you've broken up is sad.

Especially when all he's been around you was sweet and considerate of your feelings, leaving you alone when he felt your energy- except for that one night, but you have to admit that was your fault for riling him up.

The roughness of heels came marching your way, forcing the both of you to instantly lift your head- finding your manager striking a fake breaming grin with two men beside her. She was trying too hard.

"Girls! This is Greg and Shawn- the writers of the film!" she exclaimed, fluttering her lashes rapidly as both men awkwardly raised a hand, waving it.

Releasing a tiny chuckle, you do the same as your assistant walks closer, sticking out her hand to fully gain their attention and introduce herself.

What can you say- she was a charmer.

Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, your manager slightly pulls you closer to the strangers and strangely bobbles her head- preparing whatever gibberish was about to spit out of her talkative mouth.

"Y/n- the boys thought it would be a great idea to sit in the vip selection among other A-listers- isn't that just lovely? We are very grateful for your offer-"

Boys? Oh god- now she was bonding for her hopeful chances of getting a call for an audition.

Compelling a sweet smile, you feel the only possible response you could give them was a meaningless 'thank you so much' after she literally put you on blast to communicate more. The funniest part about this situation was- you already watched the film!

Clearly you never met these writers- but instead the director himself! Your manager should be satisfied enough with that.

"Would you look at the time,-" Greg- you believe, softly gasps while raising his arm to examine the tiny apple watch planted. "Guests are probably filling up in their seats by now, terribly sorry- but we should probably go."

"I hadn't realized how close we were to showtime- we certainly must continue off our conversation after the film is over!" Shawn proclaims, making your manager nod far too quickly. "I look forward to meeting again."

With that, the two men inclined their motions of farewells before taking off down a dimmed hall, likely finding the exact destination set to premiere their comedic film.

Sighing, you send daggers to your managers who barely blinks before coughing out a swift, "What?"

"You really couldn't wait till after the film was over to sweet talk them?"

Dramatically rolling her eyes at your annoyance, she waves you off by your sudden introversion. It was her job to throw her best compliments about you too them, and she knew you were still too young to understand that everything she did was for a cost.

You.

"C'mon grumpy, let's locate the theatre before you start whining that your feet hurt, too."

Feeling your mouth slightly drop from her remark, you hear your assistant cackle right beside you, using her right palm to hold in her giggles while you mentally prepared for what comeback to throw her way.

You got nothing.

Huffing, your legs followed hers as she guided the two of you towards the same hall the men approached minutes before. The closer you've walked, the larger the capacity gathered around.

For such a low-budget film, it sure did gain quite the crowd.

As the rolling of the ending credits flooded the screen once you sat the last two and a half hours trying to act as if you didn't know what was coming next, you wish you had it in you to say the second time made up for the first- but it didn't.

There we have it, tonight was just not your night and endlessly enough- you couldn't blame it on some silly excuse of watching the same film over again.

Not even your assistant's sneaky offerings of her red licorice lifted your blues- and that speaks enough volume to say the least.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" the whole-heartedly voice of your manager's voice filled your ears as the three of you sat in the same lobby as before, still not finding a way to escape a cold room.

Oh how you abominated the sharp hits of the air conditioning- it frankly made coming to the theaters a horror unless layers of clothing and a blanket was tagged along.

"Why can't we leave? The film is done and people are walking out."

"We still have to talk to Shawn and Greg!" your manager declared, presenting a look of pure determination to get her way with their levels of skill.

Groaning, you throw your head in absolute exhaustion. Fairly, if your manager hadn't had made such an early visit during the morning hours you're sure you would've been in a better mood.

It was like the more you interacted, the less energy you had to give.

In order to survive the next few hours, you needed your phone or who knows how your fake laughters will sound.

And you call yourself an actress.

Sliding your hand to the back of your pockets, you wait for the feel of your large iphone to surface- but that moment never comes. Swiftly, you check your leather jacket ones just in case you slipped it there without realizing.

You didn't.

Anxiously glancing towards your assistant, your trembling hands find her arm. "Have you seen my phone? It's not on me."

Examining your hands before meeting your eyes, she shrugs it off. "Relax, no need to have a nervous breakdown- I'm sure you left it in the car with your bag-"

"No, I had it on me during the previews."

"We did go to the bathroom, too- why not just go check those two places?" she suggests. Concerned filled you, hoping nobody was capable of actually stealing your phone- it would be such a hassle getting another one. "I'll check the bathroom, you check our seats."

Agreeing, the two of you sneakily escape your manager when her back was turned, unpleasantly speed walking down the familiar hall before parting ways to your needed locations.

Opening the thick, black doors and striding up the long runway, your eyes are met with the same darkened seating area you were in less than twenty minutes ago.

Then and there, you use this desertion in power- running towards the middle rows consider 'vip' and begin your inspection. Fuck, you wish your had some form of light to help- you couldn't see shit.

Sliding your fingers among the seat, you lift up the cushions in hopes it mysteriously pops up, but all you find is pieces of popcorn and gum glued down.

Gross.

Feeling your eyes begin to water, you were sure you were seconds away from crying like a little kid over the loss of your beloved possession before you heard a deep voice call out for your attention.

"Is this yours? I heard it ringing when I came back in and- uh," the person froze, not having the ability to finish off their sentence as you gradually lifted your body off the floor into their view.

Hopelessly praying the stranger was regarding your phone, your eyes search for their hands first and there it was- your phone!

The corners of your mouth lift up, as well as the creases around your eyes as you internally cheer for your discovery. However, it faltered once you noticed a familiar tattoo laying on one of their palms. Moving your eyes up, you're sure your smile completely disappears once you recognize those brown eyes.

How did you not catch onto his voice from down there?

"Uh- yeah- that's mine," you nervously reply, choking on your words that probably made you sound like you were about to lose consciousness by how strung you were, and hesitantly reach out for the device.

Pedro quietly lets you grab it, not saying one word as your hands collide for a split second before the object was back in your own. You didn't miss the name that appeared on the lit up screen when touched- your assistant must have tried calling you to see if the phone would ring in the bathroom.

Smart.

Avoiding awkward farewells, Pedro swiftly turns around and makes his way down the theatre stairs, not daring to continue on with the barely existing conversation you shared. He's leaving, that fast?

Thinking about all your past interactions, he would always try to chat with you- even when you did give him the coldest shoulder of all time- because that's who he was: kind.

But now he's...walking away?

"Hey- uhm," you begin, following clumsily after him, almost tripping on one of the steps as he reaches his final steps and doubtfully turns your way. Once you stood another step ahead of him, you feel that swirling feeling in your stomach again.

You were nervous- you've never felt this way around him during your breakup- never.

Adjusting your arms inside your jacket, a small smile is extracted out of you as you watch his stay flat. He did not look interested one bit and it frightened you to death. "Thanks for finding my phone- I-I was really scared there for a minute."

Not reacting to your little laugh at the end, he replied- dull. "I didn't know it was yours, I would have given it to guest services if so."

Ouch, you're sure you're hurt expression was recognizable on the outside as much as it pained you on the inside. He really did not want to talk to you, even when you're showing your appreciation.

He really was over you.

"I know," you squeak out, not missing the way his eyes tiredly scanned your own as his body stood there stiff as ever. "I just wanted to thank you, that's all- you saved me a lot of trouble."

Coldly laughing from that, he nods. "I'm sure I have."

Your body tingled with rage as he carelessly ignored your warmth and threw jabs in return. "What's with the attitude? I'm doing nothing wrong here- I'm trying to be friendly."

Inching up, his face presents a sullen one and you immediately feel intimated by the height he owned and used as his advantage. Just the first few seconds before he spoke alone made you feel his displeasure. "And what about all those times I was friendly? I received shit so forgive me for allowing you to experience the same treatment you give others."

Loss for words, you were speechless and didn't know what to say back. For one, you were alarmed by his hard demeanor he gifted to you. Second, humiliation soared throughout as he called out your imperfections.

In other words, he wanted you to know you were a bitch.

"And I take that back but-"

Pedro was about to burst out laughing in front of your face, but he held himself together in sake of your feelings. Can you believe that, despite the misery he still cared for your state of mind. "Taking back isn't apologizing."

Sneering, you cross your arms as his eyebrows furrowed in irritation. "Apologize for what? You were the one who fucked my life over."

Scoffing, he shakes his head in vexation by your lack of empathy- as always. "Countless of times we would contemplate our faults and how we could move on and now you're discounting your wrongdoings- typical."

Pedro did not want to have another unpleasant argument with you, especially in a public setting again, and decided it was best to just walk away. If he kept his mouth shut, he wouldn't make this altercation worse.

Meeting his broad back, you lightly gasp as he ignores you altogether and makes his leave far too early for your liking. Charging towards him, you feel his back solidify once your fingers yank him to a halt.

You were not done with this conversation, but you did know once you got home you were definitely going to regret how toxic you were radiating in the room.

"Typical? What do you mean by that?"

"Knock it off and let me walk away, y/n," Pedro warns, still facing his back towards you after blocking your attempts of moving him. "We both know how badly this will end."

You know, but for some reason you don't want him to leave. Was that so bad?

"No, I wanna hear exactly what you have to say about me- maybe it'll make me recognize the ignorant ego I have."

"You're talking out in anger, you're trying to cause a fire that I won't let you ignite," he simply replies, his eyes still not found by his hidden appearance.

Very poetic.

Scowling profoundly, you don't realize what you're doing until you're finally met with his provoked display after. Stalking around his body, you stand in front of him and jab a finger towards his chest. "You're preventing me from bettering myself, isn't that what you always wanted?"

Leaning down until his face with inches away from yours, you make out his hard features clearly now. His face expressed discomfort as his eyes creased while lifting- even his lips stayed hard as a rock. "I'm going to tell you one more time, let me go."

Ignoring his cold shoulder, he inhaled a sharp breath before taking matters into his own hands. You don't want to listen? Fine. But he wasn't going to let you drag him into this any further.

Right as you push another finger up against him, your wrist was taken and roughly pushed down by your side as Pedro's body practically belted against yours. "Get off me!"

"Not until you stop fucking around," he grunted, immediately widening his eyes in realization. He knows you don't like when he casually curses directly to you- even when he doesn't harm. "Sorry- I-I meant when you stop playing around."

Praying that a smile doesn't escape you, it made you feel some type of way capturing his manners and how even though you two were on rocky terms- he still had some respect for you.

"Why are we even fighting right now?" you sigh, slowly softening your muscles in forfeit.

"You tell me- it sounds like you want my attention," he casually replied, releasing your hands and stepping back an inch. "Considering you won't let me leave."

"I'm just trying to have a normal, polite conversation! Is that so wrong?"

Softly laughing, he shakes his head in disappointment. "You don't get it."

Scrunching your face, you become lost by his words. "Get what?"

Scanning the wall before meeting your eyes again, Pedro motions his hands between the two of you. "What do you think will come out of us having a conversation? Acquaintances? Maybe a friendship?"

Thinking about it for a second, you feel your head eventually nod as he squeezes his eyes shut in return. Was that not what he's been trying to do- end in good terms? "It's what's healthy for us."

"Us?!" Pedro groans, sending you a tired gaze that had you weak to the knees. "There is no 'us' anymore. You made that perfectly clear after causing a scene last month in front of your friends."

"I didn't plan on that happening a-"

"I'm even letting go the bigger scene you caused inside the after party- isn't that enough to understand why I feel this way?" he adds on, frustrated that you would think otherwise.

You were the one who caused the attention and brought a bad look on his name. He should be shouting at you like you would have done to him if the roles were reversed.

"I'm not saying we should get back together, all I want-"

"-is a friendship? Some sort of relation that won't make us strangers?" he interjects, causing you to stay silent. That was all he needed to understand what you really wanted: not to let him go. "Look, we had our history, but I don't think it's good we keep in contact anymore."

You swear you felt all air leave your body as your face felt cold. Was he breaking up with you- in life itself?

"I-uhm don't- I don't understand," you cough, scared to make a bigger fool out of yourself. You're sure you probably look like a ghost by how much color you've lost since his recent reveal and again- you were grateful this room was dim. "Why can't we at least be friends? Not even that- why can't we at least know we have each other in our lives? Why end up as strangers?"

"What do you mean? We hadn't talked to each other in almost a year till last month! We basically are strangers," he exclaimed, causing you to look down at your feet as your heart ached.

He wasn't wrong- you just hadn't realized he's been right. And to blame was you, not him. You pushed him away in the first place, he was only kind enough to oblige.

And it was surely pathetic how now you wanted him back in your life, even if it meant not even talking just to assure yourself he still had your back.

He didn't.

"Y/n..." he sadly muttered, trying his best not to hurt your feelings as you were still continued to stay downwards- not wanting to disclose more hurt. "You didn't even say happy birthday to me, how can you be considered a friend? Friends don't do that, not to me at least."

This caused you to glance back up to him, disagreeing immediately as to what he was trying to get at. Of course you knew it was his birthday, you celebrated two with him in the past! "I didn't want to make things weird-"

"You never do but still avoid me like the plague and breakdown whenever I'm too close to your liking. I'm sorry for trying to do what's best and leave us in the past,-" he explains, closing his eyes in discomfort, "-but I can't keep letting this go on. I'm too old to be going back and forth as if this is some high school relationship- it's not."

High school relationship- you never knew simple three words could have you shrinking in guilt.

"And I know things will be easier for you when the time comes- I won't be around to nag you," Pedro tries to lighten up the mood but you can't break the line upon your lips. You were emotionless and it made Pedro upset.

Why would he be upset? You finally deserved learning your lesson after treating him as if he was nothing to you. But despite all your flaws, he still cared for you.

He cares so much that he's willing to let you go so you can do better things in life- without him.

Trying to find the right words to say, you give up. There isn't much to discuss now that he wants nothing to do with you.

You fucked up- for real this time.

In fact, you shouldn't even be hurt- you wanted this. Or at least that's what you thought before last month when he wasn't on your mind 24/7.

Maybe it was the way he begged for your forgiveness after not seeing each other for so long that made you realize how badly you adored him nearby.

Maybe it was the attention he was giving you after you continuously rejected his pleads, furthering the argument until he stormed off in the end.

And maybe you should've took his concluding estrangement announcement seriously before he left you last month.

But just like they say, you never know what you have until it's gone.

"I see," you quietly respond, slowly nodding as a faint grin forms among Pedro's lips, appreciating your cooperation over this mess. "Maybe it is best if we stray away from each other- you can even delete my number."

"I already have," he accidentally blurts out, not realizing how bad that sounds until he hears it himself and cringes. Your sufferable reaction didn't make things better.

"You know what," you fake a laugh, trying to calm your voice as you feel it about to crack any second. The tears were heading your way- you just knew it. "Fuck you."

Pedro's face falls, taken back by your inappropriate language. "Excuse me?"

Noticing your rushed attitude, he wanted to stop you and tell you everything was alright. That everything was going to be easy and how the two of you would get passed this.

But he knew he'd be lying.

"You heard me, fuck you," you casually slip out, scoffing as his eyes darken. "For someone who's so kind to others, I would have thought you would know what words were right to say."

"You're one to talk, sweetheart," he chuckled, staring at you in repulse. "Every time you talk you always have to neglect someone else, I'm fucking glad I don't have to witness that ever again."

"Me too, my family was right- you are a joke who wasted my time."

With that, you make your leave to have the chance of having the last word. Maybe if you left this room faster he would forget about your comment. You knew it was harsh but you didn't know what else to say.

You wanted him to hurt- but to what extent?

Your arm was instantly tugged as Pedro pulled you back, not letting his grip go as his face was still filled with resentment. "And your team was right, you are a bitch."

Freezing, you stare at him in shock as his face doesn't fall once. What the hell is he talking about? "Get away from me or else-"

"Or else what? Weren't you the one physically blocking me from leaving minutes ago? What has changed?" he tries to smirk, manipulating you into believing how ruthless he could be when really he was dying to tell you the act he was pulling. "Cat got your tongue?"

Your face felt hot with rage as you yanked your arm off his hand, catching him by surprise as you glared at him. "I'm so glad I never took you back, you're fucking pathetic."

"And I'm insanely glad you didn’t, saved thousands returning that fucking ring."

Those twelve words made you halt and even made Pedro speechless. By the staggered look planted on his face, you could tell he didn't mean to say that.

Ring? As in, an engagement ring?

Weakly failing to stand straight, you felt your voice crack. "You were going to propose?"

Shaking his head, he swiftly backed away. "I need to go." Before you could stop him, he was already out of the theatre and probably near larger gatherings of people that would only prevent you from talking about this more.

Holding your face with your hands, you couldn't even cry. You didn't know what to do, you were utterly lost for words.

If he was really going to propose like he hinted at, what meaning did your last fight have? Nothing made sense and you don't know how you could move on from this now that he wanted you out of his life completely.

Hearing doors open, you instantly averted your gaze in hopes he had come back in and planned to properly finish what he started.

Instead, you manager came barging in while gripping onto your assistant's wrist harshly.

"Where the hell have you been?! I've been looking for you everywhere and to find out your stupid assistant-"

"Don't you dare disrespect her," you sternly cut her off, watching as her face falters by your sudden tone. "If you're here to pester us some more, feel free to walk home."

Laughing in shock, your manager tilts her head at your rudeness. "Excuse me? It wasn't my fault your assistant wondered off. After everything I have done to protect you and your career you feel the need to throw me out-"

"Did she hurt you?" you cut her off, focusing on your assistant who has gone quiet. You notice the redness on her small wrists before she slowly nods, looking down in fear your manager would try something else.

"You're fired," you simply state, pushing past your frantic ex- manager as you lightly guide your assistant out the door.

You ignore the rage your ex- manager unveils as you make it back to the lobby. Ignoring the waves random people sent your way in hopes of finding your destined car sooner so you could help your assistant with her injuries and be home already.

And in bed to think about what the fuck just happened tonight.

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[indecenthoney]

"The Puppy Problem"

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There comes a time in your life when baby fever hits you a little too hard. Leaving you fully convinced that the only thing you need right now is to have a child. To the point, that you get a little too obsessed and the only possible cure is to actually get the deed done. This is exactly what happened to my girlfriend who has continually tempted me this entire week. Despite us both working, I have explained that raising a child takes more than just two paychecks. It includes saving and planning and a whole lot of other adult stuff. In her defense, she responded that it would be more than enough and threw in some "girl math" to sweeten the deal. If you had only seen the horrendous look on my face as she explained her reasoning.

"I-... No... What? No... We are not having a baby... Now can you please get off me? I know what you're trying to do and I am not going to breed you in the heat of the moment... Especially, if you just want to have a baby... Why not? It's because we're still young... You can barely get out of bed... How do you expect us to function? Okay okay... I know our kids are going to look cute... but that's not a reason to have a kid right now... No... And that's final... Ughhh c'mon don't look at me like that... Seriously... No... It's too soon... You're not going to let this go, are you? Okay... I am going to regret this but... This is how it's going to go... We'll adopt a puppy and if we raise him right... and you can prove that you'll be a good mother then I will think about having a baby... Emphasis on thinking about it... Deal? Alright alright... get off me now... Hey! Hey! Stop grinding... Fucking sneaky..."

After working out the details of the arrangement, I dropped by our local animal shelter to adopt a puppy. During the adoption, they had mentioned him being 4 weeks old and a golden retriever mix. Not that I had much intention of choosing a specific breed, but more so choosing him because he looked like the sun. Golden fur and a jovial personality. If we wanted a kid so badly, I thought the pup should also be similar to the mother. In all honesty, I've always seen my girlfriend as a sort of pup herself seeing as how she circles around me every time I am home. Maybe having a pup will bring out a motherly side of her. Who knows? She might turn out to be a wonderful mother. On our way home, I bought a few things: puppy bowls, puppy food, collars, a puppy bed, and even puppy toys. You can tell that I went a little overboard with all of this. After carrying all the things in, my girlfriend comes rushing to the door all excited. She played with Sol for hours and even took naps together. Completely tuckered out. We named him "Sol" by the way. After tucking them both in, I snapped a few pictures before hitting the hay myself. A few weeks passed by, and we soon learned that raising a puppy wasn't all fun and games. It also meant bringing him to the vet, cleaning up his mess, and working around our schedules to give him the attention he needed. It left us little to no time to do the things we wanted.

"Hey hun... I'm going to take Sol for a walk... No, it's okay you should rest... I think you need it... You look really tired... Get some more sleep and I'll handle Sol... I know I know... I want to cuddle too but Sol needs his walk right now or he's going to get antsy... You know how he gets... Now get some rest, I'm going for a jog and will be back in two hours, alright? Love you too..."

As Sol got bigger, he became a little too much for her. The little guy grew up to be very active and would often tire her out when it came to playtime. Luckily enough, I was able to keep up with Sol and used our time together to get the extra cardio in. Eventually, as the weeks passed, it would mostly be me and Sol spending time together leaving her to be home alone most of the time. It sort of led me to neglect her. Not that I knew, it was more of her not wanting to complain. Her mood quickly soured whenever I played or praised Sol. I would often find her tugging at my shirt but never really saying what she wanted. I would have sat down and checked on her, but Sol was already pulling on his leash for his walk. After our regular two-hour session, Sol walked off to his bowl to gulp down some water before knocking out in his doggy bed. After reaching the living room, I soon found my girlfriend completely hammered after nearly completing an entire bottle of liquor.

"Woah woah... What's the occasion? I didn't know we were celebrating... Jeez, you nearly finished the whole thing... I can't believe you're drinking alcohol... To be honest, I'm surprised you're still standing after all that... Hun? You... seem... mad... Why are you mad? What? Wait a minute... Hold on... There's no need to shout... and this was your idea, wasn't it? You're the one that wanted a kid so badly... I was only giving us a test run... H-hun? Awww hun... There's no need to cry... I'm sorry... Okay okay... I'm starting to get it... You must've been... really... lonely, huh? Drinking your sorrows away... What? Did Sol make you jealous? Yeah? See? And parenting is a whole other ball game... The baby would keep us busy 24/7... We wouldn't even have time to cuddle... What am I going to do with you? Mmm... I have an idea... Follow me... C'mon right this way... Ah, don't worry about him... Sol is going to be out for a couple of hours... More than enough to make up for lost time... Hahahaha... It's fine... It's fine... Let me take care of you, okay?"

Fuck. In the end, I was so focused on raising Sol that I ended up neglecting her own feelings. Even if I did have good intentions, I guess a part of me really wanted it to work out knowing how badly she wanted a kid. But seeing her this sad broke my heart. I wanted to make it up to her. Who knows how long she must've been feeling this way? After entering our room, I quickly pushed her against the door. Locking lips; intertwining ourselves. Pining for one another as if we haven't seen each other in ages. As cheesy as it may sound, I needed her like I needed air. It had been quite a while since I last tasted her sending shivers down my spine. The urge to take a bite out of her. To hear her scream my name in pain and pleasure. And though I hesitated, I would soon feel her hands pulling me in. Tempting me to do whatever I please on a condition. It being that all the attention in the world must be placed on her. No phone call or emergency could distract me from her gaze. And so I bite. Not a second wasted before pressing my lips against hers; muffling her moans. I acted on my excitement. Leaving her literally breathless. Abruptly, I retreat giving her some way to catch her breath. Only to see the desperate look in her eyes as I pull away. Longing for me to fill the void that I had placed.

"You know... You're really cute when you look up at me like that... Hun? Hahahah... There's not a single thought behind those pretty puppy eyes of yours, huh? Alright... C'mon, stand up... We can't have you melting in my arms just yet... Follow me... Mhm... Sit right here... Let's just take these off, yeah? What pretty little panties you have on... Hm? What're we doing in front of the mirror? Well... You're just going to sit down and see for yourself... Fuck... me... This wet already? Just from a little kissing? That's so embarrassing... Put it in? Hahahah... Sweetie... There's no need to rush... Of course, I can slide my fingers in... It's just a matter of if I want to... God... You're just soaking right through them... Look at the mirror... See? Aren't you fucking pretty... Now now... If you even think about looking away, I'll stop completely... Yeah? Good... girl... That's it... Mmm... Look at how leaky you've become... So naughty... It's okay... It's understandable... I haven't had much time to touch myself either, you know? So I know what you're going through... That being said, I'll stop teasing... Thank you for waiting so patiently... Good things come to good girls that wait, no? And you're a good girl, are you not? Exactly... I'm glad you think that because I have a little something something for you... Mhm... A collar... Pretty, right? There's no need to be shy... As soon as you put it on I'll give you what you want, deal? Hahahah... See? Nothing to be ashamed about... Now... Why don't we fill you with fingers you love so so so much... Ohhh fuck... Too much? You say that but you're not telling me to stop, are you? Let's go a little deeper... Fill those pretty little holes... Mmph... Hahaha... Yeah? That's my girl... Shhhhh shhhhh it's okay... It's feels good, doesn't it? Look at you... gripping around my fingers... I know you missed me... but I'm right here hun... I can barely pull my fingers back... Don't wanna let go, huh...? Such a needy little girl... "

After seeing how sensitive she was from just the rubbing, I opted to taking a much slower approach. It would have been boring to have her concede so soon. Knowing that, I guided my middle finger down; easing her in until she was ready for another. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the second pressed up into her walls. Her once empty cunt now filled to the brim causing her to throw her head back. Shallow breathes to shakey motions. My other hand pulling her back into the gaze of the mirror. Forcing her to watch as I toy with her for my enjoyment. Stuttering moans and heavy breaths escape her lips. Failing to communicate between my pulsing fingers. My arms and legs coiled around her preventing any chance of escape.

"Hahahahaha... Uhm... What was that? Hun... You're gonna have to pull yourself together if you want the slightest chance of me understanding you... And what do you think you're doing? Stopping me all of a sudden... Ohhhh? A break? But we just started... I mean... This is what you wanted, no? And now you're telling me to stop? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't finger fuck you senseless right now... Huh? You're going to... what? Pee...? Hahahah... And, so what? I'm not scared of little waterworks... Awwww is the filthy little pup gonna piss herself... You poor thing... Must've been all that alcohol... What a way to bite yourself in the ass... Please? And if I say no? What if I wanna see you make mess out of yourself...? Hm? Anything? Really? Fine fine fine... You have yourself deal... Let's go to the bathroom, shall we? Oop- Before I forget... Where do I put that leash of mine? There we go... Just gonna put this on... and mhm... ready to go... Huh? Well... I'm bringing you to the bathroom, of course, silly... Joking? Me? Hahhaha... No no I'm dead serious... And all you have to do is keep your end of the deal... C'mon quickly... We wouldn't want to ruin the sheets more than we already have... The sooner we get this over with the better... So get on all fours... After all, you're just dumb little pup that doesn't know any better... How can I trust you to piss properly when I can't even leave you alone for a second? Now... be a good girl and crawl for me..."

With some reluctance, she made her way off the bed and to the floor. Her back perfectly arched leaving room for temptation to fuck her right then and there. She attempted to quickly scurry off to the bathroom to avoid any further embarrassment. But was brought to a complete halt as I tugged on her leash. In her confusion, I once again pulled to signal her back to me. Her gaze avoiding eye contact at all costs whilst questioning my motives.

"Well, aren't you excited? Hahahah... There's no need to rush... You should really know better, hun... We can't have you running off, can we? Let's take it slow... Mhm... You're doing such a good job... Almost there... Fuck... It's cute... The way your ass shakes with each step... I'm starting to think we should collar you more often... Would you like that? Hahaha I'm just kidding... Kinda... Here we are... Woah... Not yet sweetheart... You need to ask for permission... and then I'll let you piss... Good things come to good girls that wait, remember? Need to make sure that you're trained... Shake. You heard me... Shake. Good girl... Such a quick learner... Alright... Sit. Oh? Alright alright... Bark. What's the hold-up? C'mon, hun... Bark for me... Hahahah... Fuck... No no, you did good... You're allowed to piss now... but you have to piss like a mutt... Yes... Still on all fours... Raise your leg and piss... Embarrassing? Well... I could always stick my fingers in and mess with your insides until you piss yourself... No? Alright... so do your best..."

Relieving herself quickly took a turn for the worst as the golden liquid dribbled down her thigh. A rollercoaster of emotions were displayed before rivers of tears ran down her face. I found myself conflicted between guilt and the sick kick of her own embarrassment. Nonetheless, I was proud of her and praised her for her efforts. After wiping the tears, I hurridely ran a bath for the both us to better unwind from this interesting little experience. Unfortunately, my member was still fully erect. A particular part of me that couldn't really be ignored as it throbbed against her ass. I sat there in silence trying to repent for my crimes. But even then, she was gentle with me; easing me from my suffering. My cock that felt the cool sensation of the bath soon enveloped by her pulsing, hot cunt. Speaking too soon, I experienced a more insufferable punishment. We laid there motionless. God. I wanted to fuck her. But to risk ruining her mood even further would be a fate worse than hell itself. I was unsure of my disposition. Was she mad? Was that too much? I pulled gently on her collae to reveal the nape of her neck. Placing kisses awaiting some sort of response.

"I-... Uhm... S-sorry I really don't know what came over me... and if you're upset I completely understan- Huh? What... am I waiting for? What do you mean?"

My mind went blank over the course of this conversation. I was completely perplexed. Even after pissing herself, she had the audacity to question my determination. She sat there. Unsure of whether I was going to keep my word and take care of her or have her do all the work herself. In that instance, it would be said that I had completely lost, but I had my own pride for these sorta things. I honestly didn't give her enough credit. She wasn't just some puppy girl or frail princess. She was a lady. A lady with needs. It's not something complicated like a dog eat dog world. It's simpler than that. It is to use or be used. And how am I a man, if I were not to satisfy and fulfill those very needs. Fingers slipped through narrow openings and hooked their way around her collar pulling her down even deeper into my hips. The once, cold tension had subsided. Water violently splashed; spilling out from the sides due to shaking hips. The shrill shriek of her voice slightly choking. Truly a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Mmmph... Fuck... You don't understand how much I've missed this, baby... Aaa... God... I-I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I had spend another... FUCKING... week of not being able to touch you... Hahahah and from the looks of it... You feel the same way, huh? The way your pussy tightens every time I pull harder on your collar... Awww... Speak up, princess... Tell me how much you love it... Right here... Right now... I'll even reward you... Give you as many puppies as you want... Breed you over... and over... Fill your pretty little holes to the brim... No? Hahahaha a little too late for a no... A bit heartless even... Stopping me this late into the game... Do you not want puppies anymore? Not right now? Here I thought our kids were going to look cute... Well, you better do something quick... cause the closer I get I'm starting to think I really do want kids..."

Her splendid body towered over me as I lay watching in the tub. She straddled me but leaned in for a kiss before guiding my cock back into her. And here I thought, I had scared her with the whole bit but maybe she did want kids after all. At this point, I didn't really care. Nor was I in any position to stop her. Something was a bit off. A bit tighter than usual? I wanted to move but she had my arms in lockdown, asking for another minute to adjust. Even just kicking my leg up a bit would cause her to bite down into my shoulder. Maybe she came? After a while, I decided to do the moving on my own. Slow, shallow strokes. Fucking into her as if we had all the time in the world. Her bites slowly transitioned into moans muffled into my shoulder. She sunk deeper into my arms; placing kisses on her forehead. Reassuring her to leave everything to me. Nearing my limit, I grasped her waist with both hands before cumming into her. A euphonic blend of moans bounced off the bathroom walls which soon after was filled with laughter.

"Hahahah... I felt like I came buckets... That's kinda gross actually... I'll shut up... Hahahah... Youuuuu okay? We really have to find time for ourselves... I could always have the neighbor kids to walk Sol around... To be honest, why haven't we done that sooner? Right? Hahahah... Uhm I'm sorry for neglecting you... I should've checked on you sooner... Silly... I love you... I know how important having a kid was to you... so I wanted it to work... You know? I'm glad we got this sorted out... Now let's get you cleaned up! I don't want you catching a cold... And maybe... grab you a plan B... What do you mean no? You want to have a kid? But I came in you... I came in your... Oh... OHHHH! No wonder you were all flinch-y... That's kinda hot..."

After cleaning ourselves up, we took our time in bed to cuddle and talk about everything that happened. Luckily, Sol was still sleeping soundly in his bed by the time we were finished. It gave me more than enough time for us to reconnect and flirt. A kiss here and there. A little, spicy makeout session that almost turned into another round of explicit scenes. But I digress. I would even go on to tease her by calling her a "good girl". In my excitement, I guess I was a bit loud. That was when we heard scratching at the door. It was Sol pawing and whining wondering where we were. After opening the door, he would rush onto the bed and snuggle up to the mom. I quickly followed and joined the party. The three of us were happy and tuckered out after a long day. Who knows? Maybe one day soon, I wouldn't mind having a kid. Or two. Or... three.

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With love and lust,

Honey

[kikiyoomis]

you thought you knew skincare. you had some pretty bad acne in middle school which led you down the rabbit hole of trying out any and every product that was said to clear your skin. you've tried all sorts of cleansers, serums, toners, moisturizers, sunscreens... you name it.

and with your hard work, your skin has been pretty clear recently in adulthood. there are a couple of bad breakouts here and there but much better in comparison to your middle school years.

your boyfriend, on the other hand, was blessed with good genes (that you are seriously envious of). he could use dish soap as a cleanser and his skin would be clearer than yours on your best days. but the way that your boyfriend is, you know he would not be putting anything like dish soap anywhere near his face.

sakusa kiyoomi has a skincare routine that has a least seven steps on a regular night and twelve steps on a "special night." hell, he knew more than you when it came to skincare and he didn't even have the desperation that you had when it came to it.

the first ever time you went over to his apartment, roughly two years into your relationship, you were shocked to see the number of products that lined his medicine cabinet.

any skincare product type you can think of, he had it. he even had at least one backup per item in that medicine cabinet, even travel sized versions. some of them you recognized when you told him your own favourites. he seemed to like it too. it appears that this was his regime that he was going to go with for the next couple of years.

"why do you look surprised?" sakusa asks you. you don't know what to say. you've always been under the impression that he was just a basic cleanser, moisturizer and sunscreen type of guy.

"i didn't expect you to have this many products," you confess, in awe that his collection somehow rivaled yours.

"it's just the basic necessities," sakusa shrugged, closing the medicine cabinet and taking your hand to lead you out of his bathroom.

"but i've seen your photos when you were in elementary school, middle school and high school. you've never had a single pimple, rough patch or anything in those!"

"i got a bit of acne when i first moved out," sakusa says. "i found out it was the new laundry detergent i was trying out that caused it. i tried anything i could get my hands on to get rid of it. luckily it didn't take long to figure it out," he continues. he sits on his bed and pats the spot next to him. you go to join him but he pulls your waist and has you sitting on his lap instead.

"now, i do it for self maintenance. it's very relaxing to do at the end of a long day," he says quietly as his arms wrap around your stomach, hugging your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"well you've seen my place, i have shelves upon shelves of products all because i can't seem to get rid of these stubborn pimples," you grumble.

"first of all, i always finish off whatever i have before starting a new one. all of yours are either half empty or barely used. it really bugs me how you don't bother finishing one before starting another," sakusa interjects.

"but how am i supposed to keep using it when it makes my skin worse?" sakusa presses a kiss to your cheek.

"then throw it out. i have more than enough money to buy you whatever skincare product you want. you can have the most expensive ones on the market if that's what you want."

"you know all of those luxury products are nothing more than a cream with perfume," you smile as you give him a kiss on the lips in return.

[domxmarvel]

Your night

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large frappuccino, Lavender and Forest Berry flavored+Honey Bun

Vil x Female!Reader x Rook-“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”

"I got the face masks and chocolates,is Roi du poison on his way?"

"No,he needed to do something more. So he'll be late. He sounded exhausted" Rook looked disappointed. "He's working too hard"

"You're right,we should finish everything before he returns so he can just relax"

"I'll go make some cookies,can you handle the rest?" 

"Don't worry I'll take care of it" He gave you a kiss before going back to the bathroom to prepare everything. 

It was getting very late,Vil never stayed that long at any event or photoshot. He was always serious about being healthy and especially about having a proper sleep schedule. 

“Anything new?”

“Nothing yet,I’m starting to get worried. Should I call him?” He thought for a minute,you were worried but you didn’t want to bother Vil either. Thankfully he walked in just as Rook was about to answer.

“Why are you still up?” He looked tired and grumpy but you still hugged him. He hugged you back,kissing your cheek as he did. 

"I missed you and I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”

"And we have a surprise for you too," Rook piped in.

"What did you do?" He sighed,you held up the plate of cookies and he took one. 

"It's a good kind of surprise" You laughed it off. Rook led him to the bathroom,which was filled with candles. The bathtub was filled with bubbles and rose petals,Rook had set everything up beautifully. Vil pulled both of you into a hug.

"Thank you,but I can't possibly enjoy this by myself. Will you join me?" 

Luckily the bathtub was big enough to fit all three of you. All three of you were sitting there relaxing with face masks on in complete silence. You were a bit concerned that Vil might fall asleep,so you moved closer to him. 

"Thank you Y/N I really needed this"

"Rook did most of it to be fair" Rook moved to sit next to Vil,so he was sandwiched in between both of you. 

"I really appreciate you both" You recognized the look the Rook was giving you,and you made the first move. You kissed Vil,trailing your fingers down his chest until you reached his stomach. You just let your hand rest there,wait for him to let you keep going. Rook had wrapped an arm around his waist as he kissed Vil's shoulders,moving up to his neck. "I really should take a break,I have missed this"

"Maybe we should move this to the bed?" Rook suggested. 

Rook was sat up holding Vil to his chest,both of them facing you. He was already kissing Vil all over as you did the same,kissing all the way from his ankles to his cock. You took him in your mouth,making him moan immediately. Rook complementing both of you as he kept kissing Vil. You bobbed your head up and down,quickly speeding up

“Y/N” Vil managed to pull away from Rook to moan your name for a second before Rook pulled him back. He grabbed your hair,careful not to grip too hard. He suddenly came in your mouth with no warning. “Sorry,I didn’t realize I was that close”

“It’s fine” You were about to wipe your mouth,but Rook grabbed your wrists and pulled you close. Kissing you before licking up the few strings left around your mouth. You straddled Vil’s lap,pushing him further against Rook. “But I seriously hope you’re not done”

“Of course not,I never disappoint”

“Just don’t forget,tonight is all about you” Rook wrapped his arms around both of you,pulling all of you closer.

[cosmicanemoia]

Another Curse?

Regina Mills x Reader

SUMMARY

You wake up in the middle of the road, just a few feet across the borderline of storybrooke with no memory of the life you've had, the life you've led, and the life you've built.

You wake up in the middle of the road, just a few feet across the borderline of storybrooke with no memory of the life you've had, the life you've led, and the life you've built.

The only thing you can remember is your name, basic information about yourself, about things, and about basic knowledge, enough to keep a person alive. You don't even remember your birthday, or if you have a family. You have to start anew.

You put your foot in front of the other, and you kept on going as if someone was pulling your strings, and when you get to the town centre, you halted in the middle of the road.

A yellow volkswagen beetle almost ran you over. Luckily, the car stopped before it you and sent you flying across town. Your breath hitched, and you're left there frozen, almost being ran over, scared the hell out of you.

The driver stepped out of the car, revealing a tall blonde woman. "Hey! What the hell are you doing just standing in the middle of the road?" She demanded to know, and you answered truthfully, "I don't know." The woman looked around and inquired once more, "What's your name? What are you doing here?" And you once again answered her truthfully, not seeing the point in lying, "I'm Y/N, and I don't know." "Seriously? Do you know anything else other than your name?" Her head is full of question, she signalled you to get in the car. You're still in shock, so you just followed her.

"I'm Emma Swan, sheriff of this town. Let's continue this conversation at the station."

The car ride was quiet and rather quick, you thought to yourself.

When you get to the station, she scans your fingerprints, and the technology is taking long to find a match. It's as if you don't belong in their world. She asked a lot of questions to which your answer is always "I don't know."

Emma dialled something on the telephone and called someone to inform them about this strange situation. "There's this new girl in town, and she doesn't know anything except her name. Come down to the station and help me figure this out. Please, and thank you."

After a few minutes. A brunette, rather attractive woman walks into the station. "Who's this new girl you're talking about, and where is she?" She asked, and you spin the chair around to meet the gaze of the brunette, "that would be me, miss."

You stand up and held your hand out for her to shake "I'm Y/N and I don't know anything else other than staying alive" she chuckled at your corny joke and just as she's about to reach for your hand, Emma stated bursting your bubbles, "you think this is another curse?" You burst out laughing which quickly turn into an awkward chuckle when you see the two woman with stoic faces, you gulped and cleared your throat "Sorry, 'curse' that seems like a funny thing for me but from the look in your faces, safe to say I was wrong."

"You think this is funny?" The brunette practically growled at you. And you apologised. "Sorry, miss. I don't remember shit about shits, so please forgive my ignorance." You slightly bowed your head in her direction. Emma smirked, seeing the brunette flustered by your actions to which you are oblivious of, "cut her some slack, Regina. She doesn't remember anything other than her name."

Emma told you everything. From how they were characters from story books and how a curse or two fell upon them. How both of them were evil once upon a time.

After a few quiet sighs and stolen glances, the woman who Emma said was Regina finally speaks, "What do you suggest we do with her then?"

"Let's look into granny's diner and see if there's a vacant room available." Emma declared, and Regina side eyed you and scoffed, seeing a genuine smile on your face, "why do I have to go? You can do this on your own. Besides, I have far more important things to do than find a stranger a place to stay." Regina whined, and Emma put her hands on her waist and said, "Really? Name one."

Regina looked around but never met your gaze. She muttered words that couldn't be understood, and she sighed loudly, admitting defeat. "Fine, let's just get this over with."

You all went outside. Emma told you to get in the car, but you just stood there contemplating. "Why are you just standing there? Get moving." Regina demanded.

You sighed and looked at her with a sheepish smile. "I don't feel so good about getting in that car anymore." You told them, and Regina rolled her eyes but also chuckled inside. "Oh, you'll get used to it, just get in and let's start moving," Regina stated, and you replied, "Can we just walk there? I'm not getting in the car that almost ran me over."

Regina's eyes widened and turned to look at Emma. "Seriously!?" Emma just shrugs and replied "come on, Madam Mayor, let's get those steps in."

When you got to the diner, the smell of deliciousness blessed your nose, and your stomach growled in turn. They both look at you and eye each other.

"Order anything you want, pretty woman. It's on me." The woman over the counter said, you look at Emma and Regina, thinking she meant one of them. You saw Regina roll her eyes, so you thought, maybe she meant Emma, but when your eyes return to meet the eyes of the woman, she claimed, "I meant you, cutie."

Regina scoffed way too loud than she should, so you turn to look at her and fake a pout "What? You don't think I'm pretty or at least cute? Well, I think you're stunning." Regina, a stuttering mess, "what-- I- what?" Before you can respond, the woman said, grabbing your attention, "I'm Ruby, and you are?" She held her hand out for you to shake, and you replied, "I'm Y/N." Before you can shake her hand, Regina speaks, "I'll just have a coffee." Ruby retracted her hand before you can shook it. She wrote down Regina's order and turns to look at you after waiting for your order as well.

"Give me your best and worst, I'll decide which is which" you held your hand out wanting to properly and formally be introduced "thanks for the treat" she shook your hand out and grinned widely.

After a few seconds, you smiled at her awkwardly and requested, "Can I have my hand back?" She chuckled awkwardly, "right."

Regina sneered seeing the interaction, and Emma grinned knowingly after seeing Regina's reaction to Ruby flirting with you.

When Regina first heard your voice and saw you eye to eye, she felt a pull and that something had shifted. She's immediately drawn to you, though she may not admit it to herself now, she will in time.

During the first week of your arrival, everyone was wary of your presence, but they eventually warms up to you. Except Regina, who keeps her distance from you.

On the second week, she had a broken sink, and your boss sent you to fix it. You rang her doorbell, and when she opened the door to reveal you, she was shocked to see you. "What are you doing here?" She asked, and you quickly replied, "To fix your broken heart," she was taken aback by your sentence. All she could say was, "What?" "You have a broken sink, and I'm here to fix it." You elaborated, you thought you had said 'sink' earlier, but she definitely heard you say 'heart' loud and clear. She just shrugged it off, thinking that you're just being playful.

She watched as you worked, and she could feel herself heat up seeing you so focused and sweaty. She cleared her throat, but you didn't look at her. She cleared it some more, but it still didn't get your attention, and with one last attempt, "Would you like something to drink?" She still failed. A few moments later, she attempted again, "Y/N dear." You stopped what you're doing and give her your undivided attention. "I'm all yours, what's up?" You stare at her as she stared at you, you furrowed your brows, "I thought you called my name," "I did" she nodded her head while still staring at you and how she wish you were truly all hers. You nodded your head back, "I'm done. Is there anything else I can help you with?" She wanted to say 'yeah, help me scratch an itch your giving' but what came out her mouth was "I can't think of anything at the moment but I'll be sure to call you if something came up." She kicks herself internally for being such a wimp whenever she's with you.

There was a party at Regina's House, to which you are invited to, in the third week. "Bored already? Dear." You flinched, you weren't expecting someone to you,"Reggie, you startled me." You look up into the sky and sigh, you look back to her, "can I help you with anything?" You asked and she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out, she closed it again and just shakes her head "no" she was about to walk away but you grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her closer to you. "Wait," you said, and your breath was tickling her skin. It gave her goosebumps. Her heart is jumping out of her chest, and she chuckles nervously, "what?" She asked. Your hand that grabbed her is now resting on her waist, "Hold on," you replied and added, "Stay still, you have something on your hair." You went to remove it and tuck a few loose strands to her ear, then proceed to pat her head softly, "there, all good."

Her hands rested on your shoulders, and you stared at each other a little longer. When you felt her slowly pulling away, you pulled her into a hug. You felt her fight it, so you tightened your embrace. "Don't fight it." You said softly, and she slowly melts away at your embrace. She would love to get used to this.

Its been months now since you appeared in storybrooke. They still couldn't figure out what your deal is.

You help in town in any way you can. You try to pay back the kindness they showed you. Waitressing at granny's, doing construction work, plumbing, baby sitting, and delivering food.

One midnight, you delivered food to a big white house. You rang the doorbell, rang, and rang, just as you're about to ring it again, the owner burst it open. Regina is on her night gown, and there is irritation written on her face.

"What the hell? It's the middle of the night." She chided, and you just stood there confused where her irritation is coming from, then she added, "well dear, what can I help you with?" You look her right in the eye, "You ordered food, I'm just here to deliver," "I didn't order anything, it's late, and I'm about to sleep."

She starts to slam the door close, you put your free hand between, and the door slams. She's oblivious of the hand you stupidly put there. You screamed in shock, and it startled her. You bit your lips, wincing in pain, and you slowly put the delivery bag down. A tear started rolling down your cheeks. Your hand is throbbing with pain. She looked at you genuinely concerned and cursing herself inside for hurting you. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't mean to-" she reached for your hands, but you raised it up, pretending that it didn't hurt like hell, so she won't worry, "Don't worry. I'm sure it'll be fine in the morning." You gave her a reassuring smile. You cleared your throat, "It says here Regina Mills and it's address to you. Would it be okay if you receive it? But if you don't I can take it back." You requested, and she decided to receive the food that she knew for sure she didn't order. "Are you sure your hand is okay?" Regina asked, and your eyes fell to look on your reddened and swollen hand. You just shrug it off and say, "it definitely doesn't hurt as much now. Have a good night, Reggie." You wink at her and give her a sweet smile before departing. Regina just stood at her door, watching you walk away, when you're out of sight she realised she has been watching and she gulped and looked around, she closes the door as her head shakes side to side.

The next morning, your hand swelled. Regina dragged you to the hospital. "You should stay at my place until your hand heals." She suggested, and you said and winked at her, "sure baby, whatever helps you sleep at night." Regina takes care of you and follows you everywhere.

"What are you doing?" You asked Regina, "I'm trying to help you." You smirked at her, "I still have a functioning hand, I can feed myself. You're not my mommy." Regina laughed at the end of your sentence, and you smirked when you saw her reaction to your joke. "You know Reggie, there are other ways you could help me with." You declared in a seductive tone, but Regina didn't catch up on it, "Sure of course, anything you need, what is it?" She asked eagerly. You just chuckled and shrugged it off, "Never mind."

Months have passed, and its been more than a year since your arrival. As times passed, the townspeople grew fonder of you, especially the Mayor, Regina, who seemed to have fallen in love with you.

She would bring you apples. Invites you often at her house. Treat you to dinner. Walks with you, ever since you passed at her house alone in the night.

"Do you still not remember anything?" Regina asked, you answered, "No. Its as if I didn't have a life before here." "Maybe you don't." Regina quickly replied, and you chuckled at her, "but I feel like I did, I have, or had." "Maybe they didn't want you there." Regina added, and you nodded. "Maybe. But what if I have a wife?" You said, and the thought of you having a wife that is not her, saddened her, Regina felt her heart shrink. And you continue to speak your thought "Or a child? Euh-- I hope I don't have a child..." you shivered at the thought of having a child and said, "I probably shouldn't have said the last part out loud." Regina chuckled and claimed, "I didn't see a ring on that finger, so you probably don't have a wife." She chuckled nervously at the end of her sentence.

You're conflicted, you feel like your heart already belongs to someone but maybe not, so you just shrug it off and replied "probably," Regina let's out a breathe she didn't know she was holding and she felt relieved.

You and Regina hang out a lot. She loves spending time with you, except when you decide to hang at Granny's. There's a certain someone who 'basically throws herself at you,' she thought, and she didn't like it.

When Ruby flirts with you, you flirt back. Regina would think to herself, 'why does she always flirt back to Ruby and never to me?' The thing is you never thought Regina flirts with you, and you don't catch up on it. It's either, her flirting game is not good, or you're just so oblivious when it comes to her. Maybe it's vice versa.

"Why don't you just ask Ruby out on a date already?" She growled at you, and there's a tinge of hurt in her voice. You snapped your head up to look at her, "where did that come from?" You chuckled at her, she rolled her eyes at you in response, "oh, come on, she flirts with you, and you flirt back every time, and she flirts a lot." You burst out laughing, and you shook it off, "that's just how she is. It's nothing serious."

Regina scoffed, "whatever," and she crossed her arms. You shook your head in disagreement, "She's not my type. I'm more into older women." Regina remained silent. "Besides, I flirt with you more, basically all the time, but you never once flirt back." You claimed, and she sneered, "I flirt with you all the time, and you're the one who never flirts back."

You burst out laughing after hearing her remarks, and she's confused and a little bit annoyed, "of course you think this is funny." She said in a menacing tone.

"We're both such idiots." You shake your head, and she just looks at you as her confusion grows. You grabbed her face and kissed her passionately, hungrily, and desperately, and she just let you, returning the desperation, the hunger, and the passion. When you pull away for air, you can hear everyone at the diner whooping and cheering. Regina gulped completely shocked by your initiation. She wasn't expecting that, but she's not complaining and would like to do it again soon.

Emma, who popped out of nowhere, observed Regina, "You okay, Madam Mayor? Your face is as red as your apples." Regina gulped one more time and sighed, "Oh dear."

2 years had already passed since you first kissed her. You both felt safe and secured. Regina is thinking of asking you to marry her.

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Joe Velasco Part 2 

Part One (Here) Part Three

Joe was ramrod straight with tension. He was trying to keep from pacing like a territorial animal in the space in front of the room you were giving your statement in, but it was hard. His mind had been racing since Bruno had called, and his body was telling him that there were things he should be doing. So many things, his brain just couldn’t seem to supply him with what those things were. He was frustrated and angry, and even though he had seen you and knew you were in one piece, fear clenched in his stomach. And if he was forced out of one more room, he was seriously considering decking someone. 

He didn’t care how irrational that was. He had been a detective with the gang unit for two years and SVU for three. He knew that the victims of assault were more likely to disclose all the information when they were questioned alone. They often felt like they may be judged or looked at differently by their friends and family and in turn often held back necessary and critical information. While he didn’t want to believe that you would feel that with him, he knew that statistics said you would.  

Joe also knew how annoying it was to have extra people in the room while getting a statement. They often talked over the victim, smothered them to the point they didn’t want to talk, or worse started to victim blame their own loved ones. How many times had he cut off worried partners, led angry fathers out of the room, or denied friends or family access to victims because they made his job so much harder? He was usually unapologetic in it too. He was in the right after all. This role reversal and the raw emotion building in his chest at the inadequacy of not being able to do anything, had him promising that he would go into the next situation like that with sympathy instead of irritation.  

He looked back into the window to the room that you were in. You were half slumped in your chair talking to Bruno and Finn. The right side of your face was badly bruised in black and blue splotches from the bottom of your jaw to the top of your cheekbone. There was a cut on your eyebrow, and your bottom lip was busted open just shy of the lower right corner. Joe knew that there was no way that it could be your only injury and the way that you had been favoring your left side only confirmed it. You shifted uncomfortably and looked away clearly unsettled by a question asked. Joe was luckily, or perhaps unluckily, saved from the urge to rip open the door and storm into the room by Olivia and Carisi coming up next to him subsequently blocking the door. 

“So, you and the lab tech that got attacked are together?” Joe nodded stiffly, “You know you have to stay out of this case or risk the validity of it.” Joe had the urge to punch the matter-of-factness out of Carisi. While the other man’s tone was firm, not condescending it rubbed Joe’s raw nerves the wrong way. He had the pull to call the center where you had been attending your training and demand the security surveillance that he knew they had. To locate the man that had hurt you and beat the hell out of him until he was unrecognizable. Only then would he pull out his gun and end the poor bastard's pathetic life. He had never felt more willing to pull the trigger of his gun.    

“I know,” He grumbled coldly, “I’m just waiting until she’s done giving her statement so that I can take her home.” He could feel Oliva’s heavy gaze on him as he continued to look in the window.  

“Velasco you are on mandatory leave for a few days.” 

“Already planned on it Captain.” The lack of argument made Olivia equally suspicious and concerned. Joe finally turned to look at the pair, “You really think I would leave her alone? While the guy that attacked her is out there. While she is the only witness to the rape that could put him in jail for the next fifteen to twenty years.” His voice got deeper, angrier. “I have no intention of giving him even the slightest chance of getting to her again, though I would love for him to try.” Joe’s hand rested unconsciously on the gun strapped to his hip. The words hung heavy in the air as he turned back to the window.  

Sonny was the one who broke the icy silence with a sigh, “I don’t blame you, but how about you keep those thoughts to yourself okay?” Joe didn’t bother to respond. Sonny opened his briefcase and fished out a piece of paper. “Here,” Joe barely glanced at the offered paper. 

“I don’t need that.”  

“Actually, you do. While NYPD doesn’t have a no-dating policy, they do require couples to sign a relationship disclosure. It’s a safeguard when it comes to legal issues including court-”  

“I don’t need it because we already signed one.” Joe cut off Carisi’s impending lecture. 

“You did?” 

“Yeah, six months ago. All the proper paperwork has been signed and filed. NYPD’s ass is officially and legally covered from liability.” Olivia and Carisi share a disbelieving look. SVU was close-knit and secrets were hard to keep in the unit. Keeping a relationship or hookup under wraps for six months was unheard of.  

“Joe, I never got a relationship disclosure from you.” 

“That’s because I gave it to McGrath.”  

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“Can you give a description of what he looked like?” Finn asked.  

“Not really,” You respond without much thought. You were starting to feel beyond exhausted, and the dull pain had turned throbbing. You felt like one big, irritated bruise. 

“Any little thing can help. His race, age, anything that you would be able to recognize him by?” Bruno prodded. You were shaking your head before he had even finished. “Just think about it for a minute. Tell me what you do remember about him.” You sigh heavily through your nose, rubbing at your eyes. You try to oblige him. Normally talking to Bruno was a treat, he was smart and had a wisecrack for every occasion. Right now, you wished he would stop talking altogether.  

“He was white. Maybe mid-thirties? He was wearing a black sweatshirt and navy baseball cap.” You watched Bruno start scribbling on his notepad. A snapshot of the man’s face above you flashed through your mind. A numb feeling took over you and left you chilled to your core. You pulled Joe’s shirt closer around you his sent wafting to your nose in a comforting embrace. “He had blue eyes, like really blue. And...” You pause.  

“And?” Finn prompts gently.  

“He had a tattoo on his neck.”  

“Which side?”  

“Right,” You shake your head at yourself, “No, wait it would be his left.” The picture in your head started to get fuzzy around the edges. “I-I don’t remember what it looked like. I swear I saw it though.” You admit. “I’m sorry, I guess I don’t make a very good witness. It all just happened so fast.” 

“You did great.” Finn disagreed, “Sometimes it just takes a while for it all to come back. Traumatic experiences are hard like that. Memories can come back in bits and pieces.” 

A few minutes later they were telling you that you were all set. Finn opened the door, and you stepped out. Once again Joe was waiting for you at the door. Olivia and another man were standing with him, and you pause unsure if you should interrupt. Their conversation looked serious. Joe makes the decision for you as he comes over to you and wraps his arm around you. You melt into him. You still feel cold from the inside out, and his body heat and the familiarity of his strong body bring you warmth. “I want to go home now.” Your voice sounds whiny and pathetic even to your own ears. 

“Of course, mi amor. I’ll get us a car-” 

“Didn’t you take the bike today?” Joe looked at you strangely like you were the one being weird. When he just stares you furrow your brows tilting your head in question.  

“Yeah...” The word is drug out almost comically long. “Cariño, you shouldn’t be riding... right now.” It was clear to you that he had edited himself midsentence.  

“Seriously? It’s only a few blocks. We could be back at the apartment by the time it will take you to find us a ride.” Joe looked ready to object and the others seemed uncomfortable with the idea. “Or I could just walk it, but I am not taking a cab. It’s ridiculous.” You don’t know why you were arguing with him. Logically it was more than reasonable for you to take a car. The bike would jostle your injuries and leaning for turns would be a painful endeavor. Later, months later, when you were trying to make peace with the day you would realize it had come from a lack of control. You wanted to feel like you had some power and were able to make your own decisions. 

Joe conceded under duress as he led you out to the motorcycle. He put the helmet on your head tightening the strap before forcing you into his jacket. You regretted your decision in the time it took you to get on the seat. It was one of the longest, most painful rides you ever had. You were almost in tears by the time he parked. You struggled to get down and wince grabbing your ribs. The breath had been pulled from your lungs harshly leaving a sharp pain. Joe for his part said nothing as he waited for you to gather yourself. When you find were able to catch your breath he wrapped his arm around you. The gesture was made to seem like it was out of affection and not helping hold you up as you limped to the elevator. However, when you finally made it to his apartment Joe closing the door and locking it didn’t bring you the relief you had hoped it would. 

I couldn’t seem to write anything for a few days there, but I finally got this part done! xoxo  

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Stuck With Me - S. Todoroki

Chapter 5: Rage Quit???

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Writing:

Mina dragged you to the showers to help wash your hair, training with Todoroki unfortunately led to your hair being quite messy. There was a knot in the back which formed through getting frozen and thrown around.

The two of you wore matching pajamas and made your way to Sero’s dorm, unfortunately he was playing music. Mina banged on the door before shouting, “Sero open up!”

“My bad guys! You two are late, we started without you.” Sero opened the door and you saw Jirou and Denki playing together, them nudging each other as a way to throw the other off. Bakugo was yelling at Todoroki while Kirishima tried to calm him down.

“No arguing my ass.” You laughed walking in and sitting down.

“Alright so it goes like this, first and second stay while third and fourth switch with someone else. Since you won last time and Denki got second, you two get the remote. I’ll play to teach Todoroki and the last spot goes to whoever wants it.” Sero explain sitting on his bed.

“Me!” Jirou shouted. Once Denki and Jirou finished up their game, you took your seats and began to play.

“How stupid, I can’t believe I agreed to come tonight.” Bakugo huffed as he watched the four of you play while lying on the floor against the bed.

“Well, I think this is fun. Maybe try to lighten up a bit Bakugo?” Todoroki suggested.

“Shut the hell up icy hot!” Bakugo shouted at the boy.

“You both need to be quiet! I can’t concentrate!” You shouted. Denki, Sero, and you would always take the game much more seriously than the others. Despite the arguments, playing after a long week felt like a reward. Normally you’d always gather and play on Thursdays or Fridays, this week, Thursday was planned as a way to not stress out over sparring (per your request) which clearly didn’t happen.

As it was the last lap, you sat up and tried to pass Denki who was still ahead of you. Luckily, you got an item box with a banana which you threw ahead of you right where Denki was and got the lead before passing the finish line.

“Hell yeah! I win again!” You shouted.

“That was so rigged!” Denki argued, “you drove right over my banana last second! I should’ve won!”

“Not my fault you got bad aim!” You smirked.

“Enough arguing! Since none of you know how to beat this idiot, I’ll show you how it’s done.” Bakugo said as he grabbed the controller from Jirou and Kirishima grabbed it from Sero.

“You might wanna pay attention to Denki or _____, I’m not that good at this game.” Kirishima laughed.

“It seems… interesting. After this round, can I join?” Todoroki asked.

“Of course man! Warning you now though, _____ and I are real good at this so don’t sweat it if you can’t beat us, same goes for you Kacchan.” Denki teased, the round started and you were at the front. You and Denki battled for the lead before Bakugo flew past you two. He kept his lead and on the last lap you got a mushroom at the end. You flew past Denki and got stuck right behind Bakugo as he drove over the finish line.

“Hell yeah! What’d I tell you dumbasses!” Bakugo smirked dropping the controller.

“Fuck you! That was rigged!” You yelled pushing him.

“You wanna push me again? I’ll blast your stupid face off!” He yelled before Kirishima got in the middle, as you both semi-calmed down, the next match started consisting of you, Bakugo, Todoroki, and Mina. She rushed to her ‘lucky spot’ and the game started.

At the end of the first lap, you were in first while Bakugo and Todoroki fought for second and Mina was right behind them, just not close enough to get a lead on them. A lot of yelling was happening while Todoroki sat in silence. When it was the final lap, Bakugo and Todoroki both got mushrooms while all you had was a banana. You aimed it and ended up driving over it yourself, allowing all three of them to pass. There was one final item box before the finish line and you received a mushroom which you used and ended in third, just barely passing Mina.

“No!” You screamed as if you had just witnessed a crime, “my top spot!”

“How the hell did Todoroki and Bakugo beat her? I’ve been trying for weeks to win against her and you do it so easily?” Denki huffed.

“Guess you two suck if even icy hot could beat you.” Bakugo smirked as he threw the controller in the middle.

“It was fun playing with you guys.” Todoroki said as he placed his controller on the table.

“They’re the top two tonight unless someone wants a rematch, no takers?” Sero asked.

“I want a rematch! That was so unfair!” You shouted.

“Put me in too!” Denki shouted as you both sat down closer to the television. The round ended with you in dead last after slipping over your own banana just seconds before reaching the finish line, allowing all 3 to pass you.

“I slipped AGAIN??” You shouted getting up and throwing your controller, “this is two losses in a row! Not even second place! I give up!”

“I think we have our champions for the night!” Mina laughed.

“Kinda shocked that Bakugo hasn’t blown Todoroki’s head off.” Jirou laughed as you turned to the two of them.

“Stop talking to me like I’m a damn toddler!” Bakugo yelled before Kirishima and Sero held his arms back.

“Really? I couldn’t tell with that bedtime of yours.” You joked, earning a small chuckle from the others, including Todoroki.

“The hell did you just say?” Bakugo asked trying to break out of Kirishima and Sero’s grasp.

“Alright! Bedtime guys!” You shouted backing, “it’s getting late and clearly people are not in good moods!”

As you all began leaving, Todoroki stopped you, “wait up _____.”

“Did I leave something?” You turned back, checking your pockets.

“No, I was just wondering if I went to hard on you today during sparring? You looked a lot more tired than usual today.” He explained, you smiled at his concern.

“I’m fine, my quirk is all about energy so the more I use it the more tired I get. It’s not a big deal, just some relaxation and I’ll be recharged again!” You smiled, “although it sucks because I’m normally a lot better and louder during game nights.”

“Alright then, on Sunday are you free? The gym is empty every morning and it would be beneficial for us to start training together more.” He suggested.

“Oh right, that’s fine!” You nodded before entering the elevator, before it closed you shouted out to him, “have a goodnight!”

You owe Denki a new controller

The amount of yelling is very downplayed in this chapter but you all yelled so loud that everyone on Sero’s floor could hear

Todoroki actually enjoyed the night and listening to all the arguments

You didn’t care that Todoroki saw you yelling because you were more upset about the game

You ended up yelling at Denki and Bakugo the next morning, still very pissed off about your spot being taken

When you got to the dorms you texted Mina about Todoroki while kicking your feet

Progress is most definitely being made according to Sero!

You and Todoroki both want to plan out a schedule but unfortunately you’re too nervous to text first and he doesn’t like texting people in general

A/n: Well!! After a very busy few weeks I’ve finally posted!! Apologies for being gone… I will NOT be writing you two sparring unless absolutely necessary since it’s just very difficult to write but there will be more coming soon

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“You want to know why we didn’t think to ask you for help? It’s because we never had to ask anyone. Not when it really mattered. When we really need him, dad’s just there. And you’re not.”

Leo had a point. And while Draxum was half marveling at how he didn’t have a comeback towards a teenager when he would have before, he also realized Leo still didn’t like him. And it was probably going to take a lot more than words to change that. Luckily for them others had heard the yelling and came to break up the fight. It was happening less often, but Leo still felt guilty that it did. Especially when Splinter did so in this manner.

“Leonardo?”

Splinter’s voice was soft, questioning, and far from the usual scolding tone he got when the boys were being noisy. It caused Leo to flinch and grip the crutches in his hands harder. He had it under control. They didn’t need Draxum. There was nothing mystical going on this time. Mikey was fine. They didn’t need him.

“...Leo,” Splinter called again, noting how Leo was deliberately looking away from anyone. Moving over quietly, Splinter reached out to rest his hand on Leo’s, keeping it there even when Leo flinched again. “Come with me, Leo,” Splinter directed, turning to leave the kitchen, but not actually moving until Leo started to reluctantly follow him.

Leaving Mikey to deal with Draxum, knowing that Mikey was still the best for that next to Raph, Splinter led Leo back to his own room, raising his hand to Leo’s back as they moved. Leo was tense, and probably expected a scalding lecture. Even when they reached the room and Splinter closed the door behind them Leo remained standing at the entrance, pointedly not looking at anything.

“Leo…,” Splinter called once he had settled to kneel on his bed, flat on the floor where he liked it. After a stretch of silence, when he realized Splinter wouldn’t move or speak again until he responded, Leo slowly looked up at him. “Come here,” Splinter directed quietly, patting the bed in front of him.

Smothering down a sigh that halfway escaped, Leo hobbled over to the bed to drop down to his knees, setting the crutches aside and placing his hands on his lap. He was ready to get the lecture over with, but to his surprise Splinter’s hand reached out to snatch his upper arm and yank him forward. With a blink Leo went from looking at the quilt on the bed, to having to turn his head to look up from his dad’s lap instead of into his belly.

“Your shoulders are so stiff. And when did you get such dark bags under your eyes?” Splinter complained, focusing on things that seemed completely unrelated to anything that had happened lately while he poked at Leo’s shoulders and the back of his neck before slipping his bandana off and tossing it aside.

“Pff- Dad, what-? Wait, I have to go-” Leo sputtered a slight laugh, taken off guard by the completely different reaction to what he was expecting. He had to get up before he got too comfortable there. Things still needed to be done. Donnie needed looking after. Mikey could use help. Raph needed… something. Leo was sure he needed something.

But Splinter just rested his hands on him, gently keeping him in place. “You need a break, Leonardo,” he countered, releasing one hand to start rubbing Leo’s back absently. “Take some time here, in the quiet, and recover for a bit. I know your ankle is bothering you. It’s not good to be so stressed.”

Leo hadn’t been expecting to be told to take a break. Usually he felt like he was always being told to take things seriously. Stop messing around. He found he felt a little uncomfortable at the change. A little worried. “I don’t….”

He didn’t know what to say.

“Raphael will take over for now. That’s why both of you are leaders now. So both of you can take a break when you need it,” Splinter insisted, giving Leo a few pats before finally looking down to meet his gaze instead of examining everywhere else. “So rest. Papa is here.”

It was such a simple command and assurance, but Leo found that a lot of pent up emotion from recent events and events from over the past weeks he hadn’t realized he’d expertly shoved away bubbled over. And maybe he just noticed it more now, but his ankle seemed to take the chance to throb worse than before. Pursing his trembling lips together, Leo relented with the most pathetic noise of acceptance he’d ever heard from himself and shifted to bury his face in Splinter’s lap.

“There’s my Baby Blue,” Splinter just chuckled softly, cupping the back of Leo’s head and back and rubbing his fingers gently.

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I had to rush this a lil 'cause I wanted to get it up before running to bed for work X'DD lil papa love for Leo, 'cause he deserves it

also do you ever stop in the middle of writing and think "wait.... what happened before the part I started writing? 8 |" boy so stressed out in my head and I can't place why |D

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Heatwaves

Summary: It's the summer before the Party are all set to move on to the rest of their lives: college, jobs, leaving Hawkins for good. Will isn't sure if it's the heat or his own self-torture, but one night on Mike's stubborn, idiotic campaign to get El back, Will agrees to pretend to be her so Mike can work on the speech he has planned. When the two of them get carried away, it leads both of them to exciting and terrifying insights into who they are and what it is they truly want.

Chapter 1: 12:30

“Will, come on !” Mike hisses as he clutches Will’s hand in his and yanks him into the eventide woods. 

Will trips lightly over a branch, smiling as his gaze is momentarily caught on the fireflies that float at the edge of the tangled green holt. But Mike tugs him again and their feet scurry through the underbrush. It smells dank beneath the leaves as they churn them up and the air is heavy and humid. In the distance, there is a low rumble of thunder. Will hopes the storm heads their way. Maybe they will finally be spared of this horrible heat wave tonight. The old rickety air conditioner in his room finally died last month and his mom can’t afford a new one for a few weeks still, leaving Will stranded on the couch or spread across his brother’s floor most nights when he can’t stand the wretched heat for one more second. 

Luckily, tonight, he’s sleeping over Mike’s, whose house has central air. By the way Mike sneakily turns the thermostat down once his parents go to sleep, Will will probably be absolutely freezing. And for once, he welcomes it. The image that summons in Will’s head, his blanket pulled up to his ears and sleepily pressing himself to Mike’s side in search of his comforting warmth sends an embarrassing thrill through Will’s veins, same as Mike’s fingertips on his palm do now. 

“Mike—” Will whispers adamantly, the smile wiped from his face when he realizes he has no idea what Mike is doing.  “Where are we going?” 

“Sssssh,” Mike hushes him harshly, one finger going to his lips and his shoulders bent over severely as he crouches through the vines and pickers. Will throws a hand over his mouth to stifle a chuckle and lets himself be led down the tiny beaten path. Mike’s taking this very drunken, very impromptu hide and seek game the Party’s conjured up all rather seriously.

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When the Dragons Fly (book 2)

After returning to your village, you tried to urge everyone to prepare and flee, but of course, desperation and false hope ended up fulfilling the worst scenario from your dream.

Chapter 17

Warnings: mentions of the war, dead people, mourning, desperation, reader trying hard to keep everyone safe, Aelon worried about Maedhros, comfort, arguing, snapping at people, orc attack, violence, houses getting burned, getting burned, trying to save Eweniel's parents, and burning everything.

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The whole village was in mourning. 

After you returned with Mika, Helena was surprised yet glad to see him, and then everyone came around you as you shared how the battle had come to a devastating loss with Mika confirming everything you two had witnessed. The people reacted with sorrow and some even with denial, thinking you two had shared a cruel joke, unfortunately for them, it was no joke when the village men did not return the next day. 

Some of the people became more complicit when you urged them to prepare and flee toward the south since the orcs were sure to march and invade after such a victory, but some hoped to remain and wait for possible survivors. It was false hope because you saw how Hadar and the rest of the village men were swallowed in the battle. There was a low chance they were ever coming back. 

A day has passed since the battle that has now come to be known as the Niraneth Arnoediad, or the Battle of Unnumbered Tears. 

Only a few of the village men who left came back. Their return brought a little joy, but then they shared how legions of orcs were marching out of Angband, ready to conquer all of northern Belerian now that the Noldor were defeated. 

It only made you anxious and put more effort into making the people leave sooner, but unfortunately, some of the villagers still wanted to stay despite the news the surviving men had brought. 

Since some of the villagers needed time to pack their things and prepare for a long journey, you spent the time looking through the maps, searching for a suitable route that would lead you safely to the southern lands. Luckily, you found a route that led through the mountains and took you to Himlad, from there you could continue toward east Beleriand and find a new home. 

After most of the preparations were finished, you and Aelon went to the mountains to clean and pack up the things in the stable. You were filled with anxiety and felt frustrated by the people’s stubbornness to stay despite the dangers, so you silently complained about it. 

"They could be here any moment, yet those people still insist on waiting for possible survivors," you murmured while saddling Balearia. Aelon was packing most of the food in baskets. 

"I can understand the pain of losing people, but this is false hope. They should take this more seriously. It is a wonder the orcs haven't found us already. Our village might be hidden, but it's only a matter of time before we are found and pillaged from everything,” you said after tightening the straps on your saddle. 

Aelon watched as you picked up one of the baskets and dropped the food to the floor, allowing Aegar, Viserya, and Smoke to eat to their heart’s content since you did not have enough room to take everything in the stable. 

"(Name). Did Nelyo make it out of the battle?" Aelon asked, breaking the silence. 

"It was a bit difficult to see, but he escaped with the rest of his forces at the end of the battle,” you answered. 

"I hope he's okay," Aelon mumbled quietly. 

You looked at him as he quietly tightened the ropes around the baskets. The frustration you felt subsided when you saw silent worry in his eyes. 

"I'm sure he's okay. He is a capable warrior," you stated. 

“What will happen now that we have to run away?” Aelon questioned, looking at you. 

“We will most likely have to find a new home, for us and our dragons. It will be difficult as there are fewer mountains in the south and we will most likely be seen when we fly,” you explained. “But everything will be alright, as long as we get on the road in time,” you added, trying to sound assuring. 

“Will we ever see Nelyo again?” Aelon asked.

You thought about it for a moment before answering. 

“We have to focus on getting ourselves on the road first. But once we find a new home and survive through the winter, we can try to go looking for him,” you said.

“With such a defeat, I do not think he will try to remain in Himring, especially when Morgoth is sending all his forces to take over the north,” you explained.

“Help me pack up the food. The sooner we’re done, the faster we can leave,” you said as you two then spent the day cleaning up the table, getting everything ready for a long journey. 

When night fell, the village remained awake. Some people feared an orc attack and hurriedly continued packing their belongings. Most villagers were ready to depart, gathering on the outskirts of the village, prepared to follow the road leading to the nearest town. However, to your frustration, some still wished to stay, either to wait for survivors or under the delusion that the village was hidden enough to keep you all safe from the orcs. 

You were currently engaged in a heated argument with the village chief and the remaining villagers who insisted on staying another day.

“We have already wasted enough time waiting for survivors. We can’t waste another day, we need to leave for the town tonight. The dark lord’s orcs could be here any minute. It's only a miracle that they haven’t found us already,” you argued with the people. 

“But they haven’t found us yet. We could stay safe in the village,” someone said. 

“They’re most likely busy claiming the most important locations of the north, then they will wash over the rest of the land for its resources. This village will not remain hidden forever. If we do not go now, we will be trapped here,” you argued. 

“But my son or husband haven’t still returned. What if they are alive and can’t find us if we leave?” someone said. 

“They are most likely already dead. It will be suicide if we wait another day for people who might never return. We have to prioritize our safety first,” you said. 

Aelon watched with Eweniel as you kept arguing with the people. 

"It’s getting hectic,” Eweniel stated as the two sat on the steps of your porch. Helena, Mika, and their mother talked behind them, checking all the necessities for the journey. Dwenn was waiting by a carriage with his horses, helping Eda load the boxes and other items.

Aelon looked around and noticed Eweniel’s parents were not outside. 

“Where are your parents?” he questioned. 

“They’re inside our house. They wanted to discuss a few things and my mother wanted to rest her eyes. The fear and the stress are starting to take a toll on her,” Eweniel explained. 

Aelon then recalled the dream he had shared with you, where everything burned, and orcs ran rampant throughout the village, causing havoc and death.

“You know, I had a dream where our entire village was engulfed in flames,” Aelon revealed. “There were orcs everywhere, and even your house was on fire,” he explained.

“Now that’s grim. What could it mean?” Eweniel remarked.

“(Name) actually saw it too. Since the battle was lost, it might have been a premonition of what might come next, especially if we don’t leave soon,” Aelon answered. 

“Well, let’s hope it won’t come to pass. But your sister seems serious about having us leave as soon as possible. Look, even Figwitt has packed his things and come to the side of the village with Greeny in his hands,” Eweniel pointed at Figwitt, who was sitting on a rock with a bag next to him and Greeny on his lap. 

Aelon held his hand on his sword, thinking about the possible danger. His mind then returned to Nelyo, or Maedhros as his real name was after you told him. He could not help but feel worried for himself and the things to come. He hoped that this time the dream would not come true. 

With you, the arguing bore no fruit. 

“I'm telling you, we should leave now while we still have the chance. Staying here any longer will only bring death and suffering,” you insisted.

“It’s our families' lives we're talking about. We can't just abandon them and leave them to return to an empty village,” the woman countered.

“Even if someone did return, there wouldn't be a village left for them to come back to,” you argued.

“I think you're being too paranoid. We'd still be in danger if we left,” someone interjected, causing you to slowly lose patience.

“Enough! Enough!” the village chief declared before you could continue arguing.

“We are in possible danger, and we have already waited for a few days for people to return,” he explained, and you felt relieved.

“Chief, you can’t possibly consider abandoning our home and those who might still return,” the woman exclaimed.

“As much as it pains me to say it, we can’t stay here. We have no means to defend ourselves, so our best chance is to leave. But to give those who might still be alive time, I will wait until morning. After that, we will begin our journey to the south,” he explained, and you looked at him with a frown.

“Chief… we do not have time until morning. These creatures do not rest during the night. This is literally a perfect chance for them to attack,” you said.

“We have been blessed two days without an attack, and I hear your concern. That’s why we will leave at the crack of dawn. We might still be lucky to stay not attacked till morning,” he tried to assure you. 

“Luck will only get us so far. This is false hope. I saw how all the people were massacred in that battle. The chances for them to survive something like that are literally zero. Even if they are alive, they have most likely been turned into the dark lord’s thralls,” you explained.

The woman you argued with shook her head and glared at you. “Can you stop with your constant paranoia? The decision has been made,” she said.

“Now, listen here…” you started, but then all of you were disrupted by the sound of a woman’s scream.

Everyone in the village looked toward the way where the woman’s scream came from with confusion and fright, and then the roof of a house was set on fire. 

“They’re already here…” you uttered. 

A pack of warg-riding orcs emerged from the shadows. Their mocking laughter filled the air as they rained flaming arrows upon the houses, setting them ablaze.

The villagers began screaming and running away from the orcs, but some were swiftly killed by those who rode upon wargs and shot down by arrows. 

Aelon shot up when he saw the orcs, pulling out his sword in fear. 

The members of the Watchmen began shooting back at the orcs and the warriors Hadar left behind tried to fight back, but without proper preparation, they were swiftly outnumbered and killed one by one. 

You swiftly unsheathed your sword and killed two of the coming orcs. You then slashed down on a warg rider that lunged at you, killing the warg and causing the rider to fall. You then quickly plunged your sword into the rider’s chest, killing the orc on the spot. 

You glanced toward the village chief and the people who argued with you. “Go! Get everyone out of here!” you ordered and they began running toward the woods. 

You looked toward the Watchmen and whoever was defending the village. 

"Archers, fall back to the left and right flanks! Aim the wargs and their riders!" you bellowed, rallying the attention of those wielding bows. "Swordsmen, protect the fleeing villagers at all costs!" you directed toward those armed with swords.

"Spearmen with shields, assemble with me! Form a defensive line!" you commanded, swiftly organizing the defenders into position.

Aelon quickly blocked an attack from an incoming orc, and after deflecting the sword away, he plunged the sword into the orc’s chest, spilling blood on his blade and shaking as the orc fell dead on the ground. He stared at the corpse with shaking hands. It was the first time he had ever taken a creature’s life. 

“Come on!” Helena yelled as she helped her mother and brother on Dwenn’s wagon. Dwenn prepared to drive away as Eda and other villagers came on board. “Aelon! Ewe! Get on we need to go!” Helena hastened as they waited for them. 

“My mom and dad! They’re still inside!” Eweniel yelled as her house was set on fire. 

On the front of the attack, the archers began shooting all the wargs and warg riders, while those who held a shield and spear came to you. "Shields to the front, form a solid line!" you ordered, and the defenders with shields swiftly positioned themselves in front of you, ready to meet the oncoming orcs.

“Spears be ready!” you said as a pack of warg riders came charging at you. 

“Wait!” you said as you waited for them to get closer.

When the orcs were about to jump over the line, you gave the order. “Spears up!” you yelled and all the spear men then raised their weapons, making the wargs jump down on the sharp ends. The wargs yelped as they were pierced by the spears, bleeding and causing their riders to fall to the ground. You and a few swordsmen quickly killed the riders before they could get up. 

Orcs began charging against the line, pushing with ferocious force, but all the shieldsmen pushed back, holding the line. All the spearmen quickly poked their spears over the shields, trying to kill as many orcs as possible. 

“Keep the line, do not let them pass till everyone has escaped,” you yelled as you assessed the situation. 

More orcs were coming out of the woods, orcs, wargs, and even a few trolls. It seemed Morgoth was releasing all his creatures upon Beleriand after his victory. The line would hold them back for a while, but soon it would be crushed. It was no good. You needed to summon Baleria to burn them down so you had time to escape. 

“(Name)! ” Aelon called out to you. 

You looked toward your brother and saw him and Eweniel standing in front of her burning house. “Help! Eweniel’s parents are trapped inside!” he yelled. 

You turned toward the men. “Keep the line. Kill everything that tries to come through!” you yelled as you then ran toward your brother and Eweniel’s burning house. 

“Please do something! They’re still inside!” Eweniel cried as her house was slowly crumbling. You heard coughing coming from inside. 

“Stay here!” you said as you ran inside the house. 

You covered your mouth to prevent yourself from inhaling the smoke. You looked around the burning house, the heat flaring against your skin.

“Earil! Alen!” you called out to Eweniel’s parents. 

“(Name)... here…” you heard Eweniel’s mother call out to you. 

You walked through the smoke and came to a room, where you found both Eweniel’s parents crushed under a burning wooden beam. Eweniel’s father lay motionless beneath the burning wood. He was dead because he was burning, but Eweniel’s mother was still alive, coughing and having suffered several burns. 

“Don’t worry I help you out of here,” you said as you tried to pick the wooden beam off her. Unfortunately, it was heavier than you thought and you struggled to lift it enough to pull her out. 

“No! (Name)! Just go!” Eweniel’s mother coughed as you failed to pick the wooden beam off her. You tried again but then yelled when you felt searing pain through your hands. 

You looked down at your hands and saw the burning wooden beam had burned through your gloves, causing red spots to form on your skin. 

“There’s no time! (Name) just leave me! “ Eweniel’s mother pleaded. You backed away when the roof seemed it was about to collapse. 

“(Name)! Take care of Eweniel! Take care of our daughter!” Eweniel’s mother said as the roof began to fall above you. 

“Now go!” she said and then you ran out of the house. 

You managed to leave just in time before the whole house collapsed, crushing everything beneath them. 

“Mom! Dad!” Eweniel cried when she saw you didn’t come back with them. 

You looked toward the line and saw the men being slowly overwhelmed. 

“Aelon! Take Eweniel and go!” you ordered. 

Aelon dragged the crying Eweniel. She struggled little and the two ran to Dwenn’s wagon who still waited for them. When they got on, Dwenn quickly snapped the reins, forcing the horses to pull the wagon into the woods along with the other escaping villagers. 

After making sure they were out of sight, you looked toward the mountains and reached out to Baleria through your bond, telling her to fly down and burn the orcs. 

Baleria stomped as she came to the edge of the cliff. She raised her wings and plunged down from the cliff, gliding toward you and the burning village. 

When you saw her incoming shadow in the distance and saw no more escaping villagers, you looked toward the remaining defenders. 

“Retreat! Run for the woods!” you yelled. 

The archers, swordsmen, and everyone began retreating, running as fast as they could away from the orcs and the wargs. You waited for each of them to run into the forest and when the orcs began coming after you. Baleria flew down and released a torrent of fire upon them and all that was still in the village. 

The orcs screamed and the wargs howled in pain as they burned alive. Baleria flew around the village and released her breath upon the next wave of enemies that came out of the forest.

You watched as the village burned in a sea of flames. The tree Aelon and his friends usually met under to play games fell to the ground as it burned, Helena’s and the rest of your neighbor's houses collapsed in flames, and now you saw how even your house for the past years burned and collapsed.  

Your heart ached painfully by the sight, but the attack had now come to a halt and the orcs didn’t try chasing after you. 

You reached through your bond to tell Baleria to return to the mountain after she is done, to wait for your further orders before disappearing into the forest to reunite with the rest of the survivors.

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[asherloki]

heyy, i saw that ur requests were open, but that was like 2 weeks ago so idk if its still valid, but if they are; i was thinking abt this quote i saw on pinterest:

“you cant love someone unless you love yourself first. bullshit. i have never loved myself, but you, oh god, i loved you so much i forgot what hating myself feels like”

with sherlock who is COMPLETELY smitten with reader and views them as his safe space from insufferable people and unsolvable cases

if u consider this or even write this thank you in advance <3 (thank u anyways tho bc ur work is so good like?? bruh gimme some writing skills IM BEGGING)

anways, bye <3

"My sunshine"

Bbc Sherlock

A/n:- ohho it was lovely ! Even though I'm sorry for the writing quality, I've been busy and lacking creativity, hope you still like it.

"do you like it?" asked the detective while handing me a box packed nicely. He had a real busy day running around the city with Scotland yard officers, especially with lestrade, accompanied by John.

"what is it?" I enquired taking the box from him. I still remember the day we first met. The night was cold and I met his lovely landlady Mrs Hudson. She was friendly enough to invite me over tea at her place and my curiosity led me to meet her famous tenant. Mr Sherlock Holmes. The urge to share the flat with this junkie detective got on me for some reason. Everything about his flat fascinated where anyone would say his flat is unbearable. His cold lifeless flat, as he describes so, was somehow comforting to him. Then with his approval and with my family's permission as well, I moved in to Baker Street as his flatmate. 221b was closer to my office so it was an advantage in convincing my family to let me shift to Baker Street. Since then I've seen two sides of Sherlock. One, the side everyone knows, the analytical cold detective. And two, the side which is revealed to very few people, luckily for me being one of them. Living so close to him taught me he has a soft side. The one that's like a goofy child. The one who sits infront me while I paint just staring at the painting to be done with fascination in his eyes. The one that takes a brush from my set that I'm not using at that moment and starts to draw patterns on a crumbled paper, one of those which contained a case which was still unsolved and bugged him.

"open it, I just hope you like it." replied he, With, what I believe to be a bit nervousness in his voice, yet also a bit of excitement. So I giggled at his childishness and opened the box. To my delight it was a chocolate muffin. A big one, loaded with chocolate chips.

"oh gosh my favourite muffin!" I could barely hold my excitement to me. Turning to him I saw a wide smile spreading accross his lips what was alot like a relief.

"yes, it's yours, I hope it tastes good too" said the man who was perhaps more than ten years older than me, not perhaps, he was alot older than me. But it never felt so, he was still a goofy kid somehow.

"ofcourse it'll be, where's yours?" he must've bought for himself as well I presumed. And a lovely evening with tea and our muffins was on my mind, oh not to forget, the exciting stories he is yet to tell.

"m-mine?" he stuttered, as if him having bought a muffin for himself was out of question.

"yes yours, don't tell me you bought a tasty big muffin for me and not for yourself, how could you resist?" seriously, how could he resist the urge to get his hands on such a precious thing.

"I.." he trailed off, as if he was confused, "didn't think about getting one for me actually".

These are the kind of replies that makes me wanna wrap him in my arms. This man never thought anything good for himself, never got anything good for himself. But I couldn't just have it on my own. The box contained the store name and address, which is far away, perhaps somewhere near his case led him to. So going there and buying another was out of question, but this muffin was big enough, and sharing is always an option.

"you know what?" I spoke, regaining some enthusiasm, "how about some tea?"

"that sounds wonderful" that's it, that's the reply I wanted to hear before going to the kitchen. I took out our cups and Mrs Hudson was always there to bring us a kettle filled with tea.

Sherlock took his chair and sat while I sat on one beside his. I placed our cups while he poured the tea.

"we forgot the biscuits, I'll get them give me minute." he was getting up from his chair when I interrupted.

"no need" looking at him I saw his baffled expressions again. Honestly Sherlock, enough baffling for one day. "sit down, I have something better".

He sat yet he was utterly confused, Even more not less when he saw me taking out the muffin and cutting it into half. Smart detective knew the other half belongs to him, or I want so.

"here, have something better than regular biscuits" saying so with a smile I passed the plate with his part of the muffin closer to him.

"but... that.." he stuttered again, "that was for you" after a pause he finally formed the sentence.

"yes, which means I can do anything I want with it."

He kept on looking at me and with a soft nod took a piece in his spoon. Then slowly he took the piece in. I could see his expression changing again while he munched that piece of muffin, into something that indicated if he were someone else he could've shaded a drop of tear or two.

"hey" I said pating his shoulder and keeping my palm on it, "what happened?"

He raised his face so his eyes were staring into mine, but there was barely any intensity in his eyes at that moment. there was, what I presume is sadness. He finally inhaled a deep breath before speaking up,

"I have..." he paused, he was collecting words I was sure of it, "I've never considered myself as someone who deserves anything good."

His word, about himself, it's devastating he thinks so little about himself.

"what are you talking about?" baffled, I was puzzled way too much to figure out what was going inside him, imagine a man like him is unable to see anything good in him. "Sherlock, please, you literally save hundreds of lives".

"I have also shot one"

"to save john, your best friend".

He looked around as if trying to find more proof against him.

"Sherlock?" I called him softly, as he turned his face to me I got up from my chair and to his utter surprise, embraced him, rather his head, leaning it on my chest. His body turned stiff, apparently he didn't expect a hug.

"you're the best and the most wisest man people have ever seen, and the kindest and the most innocent person I've ever had the opportunity to know".

His stiffness lessened with these words and finally he let himself fall into my arms, fall into my embrace, unknowingly I also leaned on him. My cheek touching his curls. His rather soft curls.

"you're saying this?" he asked with such joy and surprise in his voice.

"yes ofcourse, why not". I waited for a reply, it took him time but finally he said,

"because you've always been the sunshine for me. Since the day you've entered in my life, since I've got to know you. my work was all I knew but for some reason I longed to come home at night to you. I always saw you as someone whom I don't deserve, who's too good for me, too young for me. So I just enjoyed every second we are together, fir one day you may choose someone to love and move out. I tried to do every little thing that could bring you happiness. I was so lost, with you I found my way. But I won't demand anything from you, because I believe someone young, handsome a better person should be with you".

I couldn't believe, but I had to, it was all real, his words, his feelings, him.

"you never said you think of me so highly" I whispered.

"that's why I was broken everytime I saw you with a guy, but I was way more broken when I saw you shedding tears for them leaving you, how could someone like you be someone's second choice when to me you're not just the first or only choice but my whole being knows you're the right choice, a bit too right I was afraid to ever consider myself as your lover, I didn't dare to think of anyone else since I laid my eyes on you, I never chose anyone, no matter how smart, attractive or lovely they were, because now I see, I was supposed to choose you, I got so utterly devoted to you that I don't remember myself anymore. I only know you."

"Sherlock " I whispered his name while slowly letting his head go, I sat in my chair and wondered how beautiful his feelings are that neither his nor my eyes could hold a drop of tear from falling down. "now it's my turn then, I've barely been ever treated this well as you've confessed yourself, I've barely been completely understood. do you think, this immature, little less intelligent, day dreamer flatmate of yours is worthy of you?"

I knew it'd be enough to overwhelm him if he really thought so highly of me and it did. He didn't stop his tears this time, he immediately embraced me and we both cried silently while embracing eachother until his warm voice was heard saying, "then I guess we are actually worthy of eachother ".

I giggled, yes we are. absolutely yes.

"yes, I'll keep you happy ".

"and I'll treat you well."

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[missmaywemeetagain]

I’m not big into musicals and although The Phantom of the Opera is probably the most well known one, I have never fully indulged myself in it. What are some of your favorites moments from the musical and what about it changed your life?

(I figured I might as well learn about it and you seem like an amazing teacher!)

Oh, Stephanie, honey darlin’, I just LOVE this can of worms you are opening for me—thank you so much for asking!! ❤️ (Did I spend way to much time on this? yes. Did I love every minute of it? also yes. Did I cry watching the Overture clips? 100% yes.)

So, I was pretty young when I first listened to the soundtrack (only 8), and digging way deep, I’ll say that the drama of the music itself really got to me—the big orchestrations and amazing voices had me instantly hooked. Also, I was so fascinated that almost the entire musical was sung and that made it incredibly interesting to listen to because I could pretty much figure out the whole story just from the lyrics. I had been exposed to musicals prior to this, mainly Disney ones and good ole Rogers and Hammerstein ones, but this was so different. It was dark and scary (murder! crazy genius madman! problematic love story!). It was dramatic af. And it pulled at my heartstrings in a way nothing had ever done before. And I know Phantom isn’t for everyone because the opera-esque style of singing is not everyone’s cup of tea (and honestly, I am not really a classical opera fan either LOL), but I loved it cuz I’d never heard people do such amazing things with their voices before.

I saw it live for the first time just after my 11th birthday (and 12 -13 times since in various places, not counting filmed productions), and I will say I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. There is so much to look at and take in and somehow I always find something new each time I see it. It's a complete spectacle in the best way possible, honestly. It was everything amazing about theater that I longed to be a part of.

It changed my life because I wanted to be Christine Daae (lol). The more I listened, the more I wanted to sing like her and that led me to the fact that this was a musical and people could actually be in this production. So I learned as much as I could about the production and I tried to mold my little voice to be like Christine’s. And moreover, it inspired me to seek out more musicals in a similar vein, which opened an entire new world to me (hey, there Les Miserables and Evita and all the dramatic 70s/80s/90s musicals lol). Basically, Phantom turned me fully into a theater kid. I was already a dancer, and even though I was relatively shy, I thought that maybe, just maybe this was something I could do. And it set me on the path to do so! Lord knows without Phantom I may have ended up a STEM kid, but lol no. Luckily, my parents were SUPER supportive of this new passion and I owe so much to them for all the lessons and theater tickets and performances they had to sit through and for torturing them with the same thing over and over again LOL. Thanks, Mom and Dad! Anyway, I was the ultimate theater/choir kid in high school, and eventually got my Bachelor’s Degree in Theater as well.

Soooo, favorite moments! (There are many—I could go through the whole show but I’ll try to cut it down lol). 

The Overture (see links below). Seriously incredible music, sets the tone for the show, but when you see the stage production and see how the entire set transforms like magic and that chandelier rises above the audience, my god, it’s incredible. The organ kicks in and the floor vibrates and it's this (brilliant) sensory overload that will make you feel every emotion and sensation. It's magnificent, truly. And this was a HUGE deal in theater in the 80s cuz no one had done anything like it before. And let me tell you, there is nothing like watching that chandelier rise (and fall, later) right over your head! Every time I hear it to this day, I get goosebumps, but if I’m watching it, I will cry. That’s how moving it is. Here's some bootlegs of the stage production (which don't quite do it justice, but it'll have to do! WARNING: Flashing lights) Great quality BL (begins around 3:20 but the Prologue is a good watch!). Another one from Broadway (different angle)

The title song (The Phantom of the Opera) number is crazy. I’m not sure what they were thinking putting synth, an organ, strings, and electric guitars together, but somehow it works (the 80s were WILD lol). Throw in a stunning soprano cadenza at the end and it makes it both incredibly surreal and interesting. And the staging is fantastic. There’s a moving catwalk with body doubles. There’s a boat on a dry ice lake with candles rising out of nowhere. It’s just awesome. The costuming is iconic, too. 

The Music of the Night is beautiful. And it takes a major vocal and acting talent to traverse it well. I won’t get too technical vocally, but when done well, this song is so seductive and impactful. It’s a love song about music, about Christine, and it’s innocent and sexual all at once (when done well).

Masquerade (at the top of Act II) is a fabulous ensemble number and the costuming is amazing. Iconic number overall.

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again is my favorite song of the show (if I have to pick). For anyone who’s experienced loss (esp. that of a parent), the lyrics will hit you right in the heart. But I love listening to (and singing) this one so much. 

The Point of No Return is the most underrated number in the show, imo and one of my faves. It is sexy. as. hell. and a bit unexpected, really ramping up the passion btw the Phantom and Christine under the guise of this opera that the Phantom has written and is forcing everyone to perform. A good performance has a lot of nuance and will get you a little hot under the collar. 😏 I honestly don’t feel like I can explain it well enough, but a good watch/listen/reading the lyrics will get you there. 

The Final Lair is the insane climax and it’s a bit of a roller coaster but I love it. You’ll go from hating the Phantom to weeping over him in the span of the scene. 

The staging, sets, costuming, and makeup overall (of the original production). Like I mentioned above, a lot of what they did in Phantom was new tech for the late 80’s and to this day has a pretty stellar effect on stage. The chandelier rising and falling throughout the show is just super cool. The (4 hour) makeup for the Phantom was pretty cutting edge back in the day and has a wonderful effect on stage when done well. 

I highly recommend watching the 25th Anniversary at Royal Albert Hall from 2013 if you can’t see it live. The quality is amazing, the talent is fantastic, and while the staging isn’t quite the original because of the size of the venue, it gives you a pretty good idea of the vibe. If you don’t want to watch the whole thing at first, there are plenty of clips on YouTube of the major numbers via The Shows Must Go On (linked above). (If you are just watching clips, you may want to read a synopsis of the show as a whole so it makes sense what’s going on.) The 2004 film starring Gerald Butler and Emmy Rossum is actually pretty decent from a cinematic perspective (though I have some major qualms about GB's vocal performance) but if it's all you have, its a pretty good representation of the story. And listen, with 35 years of material, there are so many cast recordings and bootlegs, you're bound to find a combo of actors that you like! (I won't dive into that here though, cuz that's a whole other can of worms...)

Anyway, I could go on forever about it, but I will stop there as to not put you to sleep! If you choose to check it out, I hope you enjoy and you’ll have to let me know what you think! ❤️

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Whumptober Day 9: Obsession (ME:A, Reyes/Ryder)

Some would say that Reyes was obsessed with the Pathfinder.

He would reply that he saw the strategic advantage in making the Pathfinder an ally in the fight for control of Kadara Port.

He'd made the decision in trying to get the Pathfinder long before he realized that it was Alec Ryder's daughter in the position, but once he learned that fact it changed his plans. Instead of highlighting the alliance with the Resistance, he'd play the rogue and helpful hand in solving some of the many problems the port presented.

"A little game of cat and mouse never hurt anyone." he thought while taking a sip of the glass of whiskey in his hands. His omni-tool buzzed as he set the glass on the table in front of him and he opened it to see a message from his spy in the loading bay.

Tempest just landed.

Letting a half-smle appear, Reyes opened the feed to the bay in time to see Ryder and some of her crew disembarking.

He'd be the first to admit that Ryder was attractive, but at same time knew that he needed to keep his distance so he didn't lose focus of his goal to wrestle control of the port from Sloane Kelly.

"Which is why I need to endear the Pathfinder to me. Luckily that can be easily arraigned." he thought as Ryder waved to her crew and peeled off from them.

He continued to watch as she headed towards the elevator that led to the slums of the port, switching feeds in time to see her exiting onto the acidic pool covered ground. "Any minute now." he murmured out loud, absently reaching for the glass and finishing it in a smooth motion.

Setting the now empty glass back down, he continued to watch as she made her way towards the collection of pre-fab buildings that defined Tartarus and the few barely legal business's that Kelly allowed to exist down here (for a price of course). Movement from the top of the screen caught Reyes's attention and he straightened as a small gang of humans sauntered to where the Pathfinder was.

He'd chosen the number carefully, too few and she could easily take them out while too many and she'd be seriously hurt. Reyes didn't want that, just the right amount of pressure and then he'd appear with a quip and a right hook.

"It also helps that they've been promised good positions within the Collective once we win the port." Reyes watched as the gang surrounded Ryder slowly, giving her room to move but still making it so she couldn't escape easily. She put a hand on her hip, above where her pistol was but didn't draw it; probably making a quippy remark that she was known to do when she felt threatened.

Good. That meant she was going to make it an equal fight.

"Not that I hadn't planned for her pulling her gun."

Reyes stood as one of the leaders threw the first punch and Ryder ducked, twisting as she moved so she could throw an elbow- catching his chin as he went by. The rest followed and Ryder held them off for a few more minutes than he had thought, which only made Reyes's admiration for the Pathfinder grow that much more; she was handy in a fight, he would admit that.

Then the other men gained the upper hand, landing punches and shoves that Vidal knew would leave a mark, and he knew that his time to 'stumble' onto the scene had arrived.

Smoothing back his hair, Reyes closed his omni-tool and stepped out of his private room in Tartarus, the music and conversation filling the room before cutting off once more as the door slid shut.

Enter stage right.

[sserajeans]

new year superstitions

ahn yujin x fem! reader

synopsis: yujin is tired and homesick on new year's eve, being the leader of one of kpop's most successful groups isn't an easy job. good thing y/n is, well, a simp.

others + genre: fluff, y/n is in fromis and an '03 liner, closest to jiheon, established relationship, THEY'RE SO CU-

notes: THIS WAS NOT PROOFREAD, i finished this at 3am in the morning with school the next day forgive me

you were met with the bright flash of a hundred cameras the moment your manager opened the doors to the company cars. it was finally time for the biggest year-end award show of the year and the event started with the red carpet as usual.

"jesus it's so fucking cold." you muttered as you kept up a straight smile while waving at cameras with the rest of your group. "why do men get to wear 3 layers of suits..."

jiheon and chaeyoung who stood beside you did their best to hide their laughter, looking down briefly before putting back the camera-ready expression. with the off-shoulders and the short skirts, they couldn't agree more.

nagyung and jiwon who stood a bit farther looked at the three of you with questioning looks, not letting the confusion get to the best of them in public.

just as you were directed to leave the red carpet, you caught a glimpse of ive leaving their own car led by their one and only leader, ahn yujin.

and for a moment you swore you almost tripped on your feet on the way down the stairs.

luckily chaeyoung had spiderman reflexes and gripped your forearm asap. yujin from a few meters behind briefly exhaled a sigh of relief before proceeding to pose with her groupmates as well.

hours felt like years. by this time, everyone had performed their equally jaw-dropping stages, and all the artists were on their way their dorms to celebrate the birth of another year.

as soon as you removed your shoes, you collapsed on the couch, exhaustion taking over your body.

"hey, don't forget your plan, simp." jiheon whispered straight into your ear, causing you to look up almost immediately.

she started laughing uncontrollably which brought chaeyoung and seoyeon (who had thankfully already showered into pajamas) to the couch, joining them.

"what's up?" chaeyoung huffed as she plopped down on your ass, a loud grunt exiting your mouth from the sudden weight.

"y/n-ie needs to be a good girlf–"

"JIHEON!"

you sat up almost immediately and made a beeline for your shared room with jiheon, removing your makeup and changing into more comfortable clothes.

you left as soon as you finished what you had to do, leaving no time for your older members to question your plans.

"where's she off to? seriously." seoyeon asked with a hint of concern laced in her words.

"simp duties! she'll be back, don't worry." jiheon stood up and made her way to the bathroom. she looked back to add on to her words, "and if saerom-unnie asks just say she went for a grocery run."

after a while, you stood outside the door, ringing the doorbell twice. in your hands you had bags of chips, drinks, and a fleece blanket.

"y/n! yujin i guess?" you nodded as wonyoung held the door open for you to enter. "she's in her room. been a bit down since we arrived though, gotta warn you."

"thanks, won." you exchanged smiles before making your way to your girlfriend's room. you greeted the other members as well who seemed busy preparing for a little new years celebration.

you knocked three times to signal your presence.

"come in." a monotonous muffled voice you knew too well came from the room. you smiled to yourself, already bursting with excitement at the thought of spending time with yujin for the first time in a while.

you opened the door, greeted by the back of your lover's head. she was on her phone, scrolling through some social media before realizing it was you who entered.

you jumped straight for her back, arms immediately wrapping around her waist. she had initial thoughts of panic at first, but eventually relaxed the second the scent of your perfume hit.

the tickle war (mostly you keeping her from escaping) lasted a couple minutes before you let go; your energy had already been used for the slightly dangerous dance break your agency made you do for the award show.

"hi." you giggled as she rolled around and rested her face on your chest.

"hi." her voice slightly muffled, "you seriously came?"

"i stick to my word!" you kissed the top of her head before grabbing your phone to look at the time.

11:55 p.m.

"hey, i brought a blanket and snacks. lets crash the rooftop?" she looked up, a wide smile on her face as she nodded in agreement. "fireworks are always the best from up there."

she jumped up almost immediately and grabbed a folding mattress for the sake of comfort.

you took a few seconds, smiling at the sight of yujin being the happy puppy her fans always described her to be. she was running around to make sure everything was complete before you finally stood up to take the stairs.

"we're going to the roof!" you announced, items in one hand, the other wrapped around your girlfriend's shoulders.

"stay warm!" you heard gaeul reply back right before you closed the door that led to the topmost level of the building.

it wasn't the best, but it was large space with a couple of outlets, so anyone could make do with it when needed.

you set down the mattress and arranged the snacks before sitting down, a sigh making itself heard once more.

yujin followed, her head finding its way to rest on your shoulder. she hummed in relaxation as she took in the sight of the city lights.

"thank you."

you leaned your head on hers, looking up at the sky. it was so empty that night, usually there'd be a couple stars to spot.

"i'm stopping myself from saying an incredibly cheesy line."

"good."

11:58 pm

"you know, there's actually this belief where whatever you do on new year's is what you'll be doing for the rest of that year."

"really?"

you chuckled, looking back at a memory from when you were younger. your mother had told you to jump multiple times, saying something about how it would help your height.

you definitely owe her one.

11:59 pm

"yeah! so my mom would always make sure we all slept in the same house for that specific night."

yujin smiled at the thought of a younger you, or maybe just the thought of you in general. she was just so relaxed and happy after such a long month of endless schedules, she finally found her place to rest for a while.

and that was you.

10.... 9....

"well if that's the case..."

8... 7...

"i'd never say no to another year with you."

6... 5...

the two of you looked at each other, small but warm smiles worn on both of your faces. you took one final look in her eyes, your faces drawing nearer as you heard the countdown being yelled from the rest of your neighbors.

4... 3...

"i never understood what people meant when they saw stars in someone's eyes."

2... 1...

"but i guess i got it figured out when i met you."

countless fireworks bursted into the sky, painting the plain darkness with color. yet you swore nothing would shine brighter than the look in her eyes as your lips met the moment everyone yelled out a "happy new year!"

a kiss, one so long and sweet, that told the both of you everything that the other had to say. you both pulled away eventually, and after minutes of admiring the way the multiple colors of fireworks lit up the face of your lover, you gave another kiss to her forehead.

"happy new year."

yujin giggled at the touch of your lips on her skin and gave a kiss on the cheek before resting her forehead on your shoulder, the position forcing her to look at the floor where your hands laid intertwined.

"happy new year... i love you, you know?"

"yup, and i love you more."

"seo y/n, do you want to argue for the rest of the year?"

"no ma'am..."

you both sat to admire the last of the fireworks, multiple bursting throughout the city. some even accompanied by horns and joyful cheers.

CLICK!

yujin covered her eyes at the camera flashing behind the two of you, prompting you to quickly look back in panic.

"who is tha-"

"BAEK JIHEON HOW DID YOU EVEN GET HERE?"

[soupandsimple]

Next Step (with Sirius Black)

[ Sirius meeting your daughter for the first time ]

* fluff 🐻 / single mom reader, mentions of ex still being present

** readers daughter is pretty indifferent to meeting Sirius, honestly this is more about you just finally letting them meet!

This was requested: see the ask here

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“That’s adorable, I seriously wanna meet her already” your boyfriend Sirius cackled.

You smiled to yourself as you idly rubbed your hand up and down his arm hair. You were cuddled up on the couch at his place after dinner and you had just finished telling him a funny moment that happened that morning between you and your four year old daughter, Piper.

Although you’d been dating Sirius for about three months now, he had yet to meet her and relied solely on the stories you shared about her with him here and there. Granted, this wasn’t the first time he had commented about wanting to meet her but it made you just as joyful as the first time he had said it.

“You know I love hearing that-“

“But…” Sirius interrupted, gazing down at you lovingly.

“But..” you repeated, “she’s my whole world Sirius. You know how overly wary I am of bringing new people around her, god knows her father does it enough for the both of us.”

After separating from Piper’s father, who luckily you never married, he had become somewhat of a serial dater which in reality was less dating than it was hookups. Sirius of course knew all about it and that it bothered you to no end and who could blame you? Her dad only got her two weekends out of the month and yet almost every visit he managed to introduce Piper to a new friend of his.

“Love, we both know that what we have isn’t casual,” Sirius told you, gently tilting your head up by the chin to get you to look up at him. “If I want to meet her it’s because I don’t plan on going anywhere, I’m well aware she gets enough inconsistency from meeting her fathers friends.”

You gave him a tight lip smile and looked down at your hands.

“And I’m not rushing you to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he assured, delicately grabbing one of your hands to place a kiss to it, “but I do feel that meeting Piper is the next step here before we can do anything more for a future together.”

Sighing, you nodded in agreement, “I know.”

“Pup, anything to do with your life I want to be a part of, no question about it.”

“Even him?”

Despite never saying it out loud, Sirius knew part of the reason you were also so hesitant about him meeting Piper was because it meant he’d have to start dealing with your ex too who, no secret about it, was a pain to co-parent with enough as it was.

Sirius chuckled empathetically and kissed the top of your head, “Look, I’m not trying to be your savior or anything of that sort because frankly you don’t need one, but just know you don’t have to do it alone.”

Stretching your head little ways upwards, you gave him a kiss and whispered, “Soon, I promise.”

Smiling, Sirius cuddled you in tighter, “Soon.”

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Soon came faster than Sirius expected. After your daughter came back from spending the weekend with her dad, you called Sirius to invite him to Monday night dinner at your place- a dinner you proudly assured Piper would be present at instead of being sent to a sitter like past times.

Before getting dinner started that night, you figured you should prepare Piper for Sirius.

“Baby, can you come here please.”

You heard her little socked feet padding out her room to the hallway that led to the main living space.

“Here, come sit down with momma, I have something to tell you” you instructed once she was in sight, taking her hand to lead her to the sofa. You sat on just the edge of the cushion and pulled her onto one of your thighs.

“What I want to tell you is that we’re having somebody over for dinner today, someone new.”

“Who’s coming momma?”

Where to start? How to start? you thought to yourself.

“Well you know how mommy sometimes leaves you with Lucy?”

Lucy was Piper’s babysitter.

“Uh huh, I like playing with Lucy.”

“I know you do honey. Well for the past couple of months, some of the days I had you spend time with Lucy I was using to spend time with a man named Sirius.”

Piper’s face was showing little to no reaction to the information you were sharing so you continued on.

“And I used that time to get to know him and make sure he was a good fit for us and that he was good enough to meet you.”

“Daddy makes me meet all his friends but I never see them again” Piper innocently added.

“I know he does sweetie but I need you to understand that Sirius isn’t just my friend..he’s my boyfriend.”

Piper gasped, cupped her hands over her mouth and giggled. “Momma you have a boyfriend!” she teased.

“I do” you laughed a little. “And he’s coming over for dinner tonight to meet you, is that okay?”

“Uh huh, he can meet me if he wants” she hummed proudly, sliding off your thigh. “Can I go play now?”

“You may. Thank you for your time baby.”

That conversation was way easier than you ever thought it would be and judging by Piper’s carefree attitude on the whole thing, you were positive tonight would probably work out just fine too.

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About two hours later, Sirius knocked on the door just about when dinner was ready.

“Momma, it’s your boyfriend!” Piper exclaimed, running out of her bedroom upon hearing the knock.

You turned the flame on the stove down to low and sped walked to the front door to open it with her.

“Hey” Sirius said calmly at the open, holding a bouquet of colorful flowers and a kraft colored gift bag with glittery tissue paper in one hand.

“Hi,” you replied kindly.

“Hi!” Piper chirped.

“Well hello there, don’t think I’ve met you before. I’m Sirius” he said, crouching down and extending his free hand to her.

“I’m Piper! And this is my mommy!”

Sirius chuckled, “Yes that is. Here this is for you,” he said, handing her the gift bag.

“And these…” he continued, standing upright, “are for you love.”

You took the flowers and smiled graciously.

“Why don’t we open that inside, yeah?” you said, looking down at Piper who was eagerly poking at the tissue paper to get a peek inside the bag. Immediately, she turned to run in; you just shook your head and gave Sirius a quick kiss with a mumbled thank you before guiding him in.

Sirius wasn’t unfamiliar with your apartment as he had been there before when Piper was at Lucy’s or her dad’s place. So, without having to be told, he removed his coat to hang on the rack by the door all while keeping an eye on Piper as she opened her gift.

Pulling out all the glittery tissue paper from the bag, Piper gasped with excitement as she raised the item that sat inside; it was a dark brown bear wearing a pink dress that held a smaller, detachable baby bear in a pink onesie.

“Look momma! It’s a mommy and a baby bear!”

You gasped enthusiastically for her sake, “Oh my goodness!”

Piper smiled at your reaction and tightly hugged the new stuffed animals with so much warmth and love.

You looked over at Sirius and he to you; your face expressing gratitude which he acknowledged with a wink.

Him getting Piper a gift was not necessary by any means but you appreciated him doing what he could to make your little girl happy on their first meeting. It should go without saying that you didn’t see it as a bribe but as him genuinely caring for your daughter.

“Can we say thank you?” you directed, lightly pinching at Piper’s cheek for her attention.

“Thank y- wait, what’s your name again?” she giggled.

“Sirius” he replied, internally laughing at her forgetfulness that reminded him of your own.

“Oh yeah, thank you Sirius!” she gleamed.

“You’re very welcome.”

At the dinner table, Piper sat her new pair of bears in the chair next to her. She had them set up with little plates, saucers and cups that she had hurriedly ran to grab from her little pastel colored tea set.

Your table consisted of only four chairs so naturally, you sat next to Piper, and Sirius sat next to you and the chair with the bears.

After some ping pong of simple questions ensuing back and forth between Sirius and Piper over each others favorites things (color, animal, season, food, etc. - most of which by the way Sirius already knew the answers too from all that you had mentioned about Piper before) the conversation then eased itself just between you and him for a bit.

He complimented your cooking and asked about your day; meanwhile Piper ‘fed’ her bears and informed them that they had to eat because they had a lot of friends (aka stuffed animals) to meet later.

That must have rattled something in her brain because then, seemingly out of nowhere she asked “Momma are you going to have a new boyfriend next week?”

Before you could scold your daughter for such a rude question Sirius chuckled and spoke ahead of you,

“Well Piper, I can’t answer for your mommy but I’m hoping I get to stay around.”

Piper nodded with a simple smile, picking up a forkful of food, “Me too. I don’t want to meet a lot of mans.”

“Don’t worry baby, neither do I” you told her, giving Sirius’s thigh an affectionate squeeze under the table.

After small bowls of ice cream for dessert, you set Piper up on the couch in the living room with her bears and her favorite tv show while you and Sirius took some time to wash the dishes. He had fought to do them himself but you weren’t having that- so there you both stood at the sink.

“I think she likes you” you quietly told Sirius, as you passed him a bubble scrubbed plate for him to rinse and dry.

“Am I missing something? How can you tell? Because I’m getting the vibe that she still thinks this is a one time thing” he teased.

“If she didn’t like you she would be a moody, difficult mess right now. Trust me it’s happened before.”

“With another guy?” Sirius asked, pausing his task at hand to raise his eyebrows at you. He was only pretending to be jealous and you knew that.

“No,” you laughed, “she just gets like that when she’s uncomfortable or bored with her surroundings. One time one of our older neighbors came by to drop off some mail she had gotten of mine by mistake and I invited her in for coffee; Piper did not enjoy her company and made it clear by being whiny as ever, sprawled all over my lap the whole time. When she left, Piper instantly switched back to her lovable, giggly self.”

Sirius grabbed the wet spoon you were handing him now and smiled, “When was this? You never told me that story before.”

“I don’t know, a couple of months ago? It happened like right when we started dating, I wasn’t going to tell you detailed stories of my daughter’s day then, I mean I didn’t know if you were going to last long enough in my life to even get to meet her at all.”

“Fair,” Sirius happily replied.

You handed Sirius the last soapy spoon of the night and watched as he washed it off. After he dried it and put it on the rack, you reached over for some hand soap to wash your own hands; there, Sirius embraced you from behind and put his hands out under the rubbing water for you to wash his as well.

With his chin resting at your shoulder, you delicately washed his hands then grabbed a drying towel, for both him and you. Setting it down then, you turned around and let yourself be caged in between him and the sink counter.

“I’d ask if you want to stay over but I still kind of want to give Piper some space to take in that I’m in a relationship with you. She seems fine but I still worry you know. Am I being crazy?”

“No. You’re just being a mother” he stated tenderly, brushing down some of your fly away hairs. “And hey, don’t worry about me, I completely understand. Whatever pace you want to set for this I’ll follow.”

You smiled and kissed his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you more” he sweetly challenged. <3

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