#oc: iside

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As promised, here we go with the second member of the party from the campaign I'm playing with my friends:

Iside Luctor (she/her) 3rd year Gryffindor

Campaign: A day at Hogwarts Mastered by: @all-unwoven

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THE FOOL

p. pascal x f!oc

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the long awaited chapter eight! apologies for the delay folks. i just started a new job and my husband is in the process of finding a new job as well so things have been very stressful. but its here!

Summary: Things weren't as 'fine' as Josh had led Naela to believe. She seeks Pedro's company for comfort.

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: mutual pining, toxic!bf, sexist words, steamy makeout dream w pedro, toxic relationship, hurt and comfort, bad spanish, major angst and self-esteem issues, not edited

Taglist: @marvel-sw-lover , @lokislittle , @red-red-rogue , @babukat , @joels-darlin , @weho2kcmo , @violac0la , @poodlebae , @darleneslane

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CHAPTER EIGHT -- WILD DREAMS

"Te sientes tan bien," You feel so good.

Naela wasn't sure how she got here, but when she felt his hands grasp at her hips, she couldn't care less. He trapped her frame beneath him on her bed, letting his hands roam her body. Their bodies rolled together, making her desperate for more. It was almost pathetic with how good his hands felt as they greedily pulled her closer.

"Eres todo mio, Naela." You're all mine. He growled, his lips grazing her ear before they attatched to her neck, leaving love bites scattered across the skin. Slowly his lips traveled down her chest, across her stomach and down to the hem of her underwear. He lingered there for a moment, peppering kisses on the lowest part of her stomach and toying with the sides of her underwear. She felt her heart drop as he slowly pulled the fabric down, leaving her exposed.

She looked down at him with a nervous, but needy look in her eye. A wide, hungry smile spread across his lips as he took in the sight of her. He wasted no time dipping his head under the duvet and draping it over her lower half to comfort her. She shivered as she felt his hands guide her knees apart. His lips were back on her skin in an instant, this time starting at her knee, and working up toward her center. His scruff pricked the iside of her thighs as he grew closer, closer...

Before she could get any once of relief, her eyes flew open and were instantly blinded by the morning sun glaring in her eyes. She groaned, covering her eyes and curling up under the warm covers. She felt around for her phone and found it underneath her back. She brought it up to her face, squinting at the blurry numbers on her lock screen. Seven fifty-one. She let her device fall onto the pillow and rubbed her eyes, blinking her strange dream away. She debated going back to sleep, in fact she tried. But something, maybe her intuition, maybe her need to use the restroom, told her to get up. She listened to that voice and rose to her feet, but not before she stretched out her tense back. After a few moments of yawning, she planted her feet on the cold floorboards and made her way out of her bedroom and into the hallway that the bathroom was connected to.

She knew her boyfriend was likely getting ready to leave for his job at a smaller-scale bank, so she wasn't surprised by the glow and the steam that rolled through the narrow opening in the door. However, she was surprised to hear him talking to someone. Not thinking too deeply into it, she casually advanced to go inside, but instantly halted once she heard her name. His voice was muffled at first, but now that she was touching the door, she could hear his words clearly.

"Yeah, did you see the trailer that came out yesterday? The show is practically a porno."

Her face instantly fell. She recalled watching the trailer at her mother's house with him and her family the night before.

Naela held her breath as she let the trailer play. She knew what it would show, and she tried to explain it to her mother. Unfortunately, the woman only insisted, and she wasn't backing down. She was going to watch that trailer and celebrate with her daughter whether she liked it or not.

As the dreaded clip played, though, Naela was regretting giving in. She avoided eye contact with everyone as she saw the scene she had tried so hard to forget. Pedro's muscular arms trapping her beneath him, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm together, and her all-to-convincing expression as he peppered kisses along her neck. As quickly as the scene appeared, it was replaced by more clips showing off the action in the show. Before she knew it, the trailer was over.

"Oh, wow, Mija! My baby is a star!" Mrs. Rivera exclaimed, clutching her chest with the widest smile on her face. She pulled her daughter in for a tight hug, giggles escaping her mouth as they swayed back and forth on the couch.

Relief.

Once they released, Naela finally got a good look at her boyfriend's expression; deadpan as he stared at the paused TV. She frowned; she was completely transparent with him once she got the full script. She distinctly remembered detailing that specific scene.

"What did you think, Josh?" Sebastian prodded as he sat next to Josh, urging him to be supportive. Josh unclenched his jaw and smiled unenthusiastically.

"Looks cool," he responded casually. "I think people are gonna like it." His comment eased her a bit, but for the rest of the night, she was on edge, just waiting for him to say something or start a fight. But he didn't. She begged for him to tell he what was wrong when they got home, but he assured her again and again that he was fine.

So, what was the problem?

"Nah, she won't dump me. She doesn't have the confidence." His laugh was maniacal, almost cruel. Naela froze. How are you supposed to react to something like this?

"Listen bro, I gotta get off of here. I have to get to work." Like switch flipped, she broke out of her trance and ran back to the safety of her bedroom. If she knew Josh, she knew he would find a way to spin in around on her for listening to his phone call. She sat quietly on her bed until she heard her door open and close again. Tears instantly started trickling down her face and she slowly let the hurt wash over her.

Naela wasn't crying because she knew her relationship with Josh was over. She wasn't ready to accept that yet. Josh was her first boyfriend, her first everything for that matter. She'd spent so much time trying to help him be better and changing herself to make him happy. To her virtue and her fault, she was irrevocably committed to him.

Who the hell was she kidding with Pedro anyway? He could have any girl he wanted. In fact, his manager probably already had the next publicity stunt lined up. Someone prettier, more mature, more of everything Naela wasn't.

So in that moment, Naela decided to stay. She would stay quiet to keep him. He wasn't the best option, but he was safe.

A while later, when Naela had stopped crying and had resorted to staring at the wall, her phone began to buzz.

Mike Manager

Naela rolled her eyes and audibly voiced her disgust before reluctantly answering the call.

"What, Michael?" Her voice gave away her hurt with a nasally tone.

"I--...You okay?"

She scoffed, "I'm fine, what is it?"

"Just don't forget to meet Pedro for lunch today, okay?"

Of course. The day after the trailer came out, they were meant to be spotted at a cafe in downtown. Although it wasn't directly her manager's fault, she felt like she had every right to take out some of her frustration on him. Before he could get out another word, she hung up on him.

She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. She sincerely debated not going, but ultimately decided it was better to go out than to cry in bed all day. Eventually, she convinced herself to stand up and get ready. She put on some light makeup, and for clothes, a pair of cream corduroy pants with a mauve fitted top.

She stopped to look at herself in her full length mirror. Putting on a a good outfit always seemed to cheer her up, albeit a very small amount this time. She sighed and reached over to her bedside table and plucked her favorite perfume from the display. She sprayed all of her pressure points and noticed her phone buzzing again as she put the bottle away. This time, the name on the screen tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Incoming FaceTime

Pedro

She scrambled to hold her phone up at the right angle and fixed her hair before accepting the call. Suddenly his face appeared, a new even scruff coming in across his his sharp jaw. His dark, wavy hair was dripping wet, and his bare chest was glistening with water droplets as he stood in what looked like his bathroom.

Naela could’ve sworn her best was beating out of her chest as the sight. Did he know what this was doing to her?

“Oooh, you look pretty.” A cheeky smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of her.

She tried to play it cool, responding with “Aw, thank you!” and repositioning her phone so her blush was cut off.

“I just wanted to see what you were wearing so you don’t look all gorgeous and I’m just— there,” he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. Naela had to remind herself that it wasn't a real date as she propped her phone up on her perfume and posed for him.

"Okay, okay," She could see his eyes move up and down her body. "So, no matter what I wear, you'll look much better than me. Got it." She let her head fall back with laughter, feeling her pain wash away by the second.

"I think your fans would disagree," she shot back, unable to hide her flushed cheeks from the frame.

“Well don’t listen to the handful of people that say that. They don’t know what they’re talking about.” His tone grew sincere, then angry. He clenched his jaw and averted his eyes, subconsciously hiding the rage he felt every time he thought about those comments. (we love a quick to anger aries king)

“I appreciate that, Pedro.” Her sweet voice pulled him back to reality. In an instant, he was back to smiling and gazing adoringly at her.

Close to an hour later, he was doing the same thing as he saw her approaching the patio of the restaurant. He put out the cigarette he was smoking on the concrete and stood to pull out her chair as she neared. The first thing she noticed was his outfit, a cream sweater and dusty purple dress pants to match her. She chuckled and shook her head.

"What, you don't like the outfit?" He asked with a confident smirk. She lowered herself into the chair, looking up at him with an amorous stare, a cheeky smile peeking through.

“You look great, Pedro.” He seemingly brushed it off, pushing in her chair for her without another comment.

“So how much time do we have before this cafe turns into a zoo exhibit?” She continued, earning a hearty laugh from him as he took his seat across from her.

“Not sure,” he replied quickly before changing the subject. “How was your morning?” He instantly noticed a shift in her expression as she hesitated to answer.

“It was fine,” she answered unconvincingly.

Pedro raised his eyebrows, “Really?” Before she could come up with a smart reply, they suddenly noticed the waitress joining them at the edge of the table.

“Hello, how are you guys?” Throughout her mandatory speech, Naela noticed her ogling Pedro and refusing to look at anyone else.

“Can I just get a black coffee, and the lady will have the frozen mango lemonade,” he answered confidently, a polite smile on his face. Naela blinked, taken aback by the way he spoke for her.

“Did you just— how did you even know I liked mango?”

He looked confused as well, almost like it was casual, “Oh, I saw you at the airport drinking something similar. I can ask for something else—“

“No, no, it sounds good,” she trailed off, returning his smile before averting her eyes to her lap.

“Don’t think I forgot you dodged my question, Rivera.” His tone turned sultry, more serious, but his teasing smirk implied otherwise. She rolled her eyes, unable to surpress the rouge creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks.

“Josh and I had a bit of a fight this morning, I guess. It’s nothing,” she brushed it off, giving him the most convincing expression she could muster.

“Okay, I won’t press. If you ever need someone to talk to, though…” He didn’t even have to finish.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” She agreed just above a whisper, bringing her hands up to massage her temples. After a moment of comfortable silence, she felt his hand gently curl around her own and rub circles on the inside of her wrist as it rested on the table. He looked endearingly into her eyes, making it hard to keep eye contact. Instead she looked around at the bustling street the cafe was on, seeing no sign of any fans or paparazzi. Her heart fluttered as she turned back to him, who’s eyes had never shifted.

“They’re not here yet, you don’t have to—“

“Naela,” he said abruptly, gazing deeply into her eyes.

“Yes?” she responded, chuckling akwardly.

“No one’s coming.” His smile turned sheepish as her eyes widened. “I told them we were going to a different cafe,” he continued.

“You don’t think we’ll get in trouble?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell ‘em it was all my idea. Let’s just enjoy the time we have before they notice, yeah?” She nodded, savoring how their hands lingered, intertwined at the center of the table.

Pedro’s ruse bought them until the end of their meal to be alone. Only a handful of photographers showed up, but it was still enough to make her feel like the entertainment. Luckily, they were already on their way out.

“I'm parked close. Don't answer any questions, just get to the car." Pedro linked his arm across her back, and gently pulled her into his chest as they neared the door. She nodded, too distracted by the small crowd pressed up against the door to notice his protective gesture.

"I've got you, okay?" He reassured her after clocking her nervous expression. She tried to force the corners of her moth down, but to no avail. She nodded once more, avoiding his eyes.

"Okay," he braced himself before hoisting the heavy door open and exposing them to the flashing lights and invasive questions.

"How long have you been together?"

"Was the chemistry on camera real?"

"How does it feel going from zero to being Pedro Pascal's girlfriend?"

Okay, rude. She wasn't a zero. Maybe a two and a half.

Pedro used his arm as a shield as he pushed through the cesspool of thirsty reporters. After some resistance, Pedro was able to push through to the passenger door of his car, instantly opening it for her. Naela climbed in not-so-gracefully, practically falling into the seat. She had a moment to glance around the vehicle as Pedro made his way to the opposite side. It was impressively clean, with only a gym bag in the backseat and lip balm in the middle console. She found a faint familiarity in the scent, a ghost of him filing her senses. It was soon replaced by the real thing as he jumped into the car as well. With his chest heaving, he smiled over at her, holding back laughter.

"Holy shit," he huffed, "I'm getting too old for this."

Naela laughed, "Step on it, Grandpa!" Pedro wheezed at her teasing before buckling in and driving away, careful not to hurt anyone that crowded around the car. There was comfortable silence for a moment as he started on the route to Naela's apartment complex. Naela gazed absentmindedly out the window, a soft smile lingering on her lips. She felt safe, and content for the first time in a while.

"I'm sorry again, Naela." She instantly turned toward him, shaken out of her daydream to see his fallen expression and his adorable brown doe-eyes glaring sympathetically back at her.

"Sorry?" She quirked her head to the side, taken aback by his sudden apology.

"I'm sorry you have to do all of this. That you didn't get the choice," he confessed, unable to face her comforting look.

"Pedro--" She was cut off by the dull ringing of the bluetooth on his car. The caller ID Manager popped up on the screen. Pedro glanced over at her before answering it.

"What's up, Nick?" He asked cautiously.

"So you decided to go somewhere different last minute, huh?" The man said in a knowing tone.

"Yeah, the waitlist was like two hours at the first place." Pedro couldn't help but break a smile as he lied. He looked to Naela, who was covering her mouth to keep herself from chuckling.

"Sure, sure...just know the studio isn't gonna let it fly a second time, Pedro." He warned him. It was clear he was slightly amused by the situation.

"Gotcha. Thanks for covering for me."

"Yeah, yeah." Then, the line disconnected, leaving them a giggling mess.

"Guess that's the last private date we're getting." She didn't realize she used the "D" word at first, but she wasn't about to take it back. He furrowed his brow, scoffing at her words.

"No one said that," he teased, smirking over at her. He kept it to himself, but he could definitely get used to the sight of her in his passenger seat. She suppressed her smile by biting the inside of her cheek, then turned away once it failed. Flustered, she stayed mostly quiet for the rest of the drive. Soon, they reached her building, and Pedro was getting out of the car with her. She found herself scouring her memory to find out of Josh would be in her apartment, which brought her back to the events of that morning. Even if Josh weren't home, it would be wrong to invite Pedro in, no matter how badly she wanted to.

"This one's me," she said awkwardly, her eyes glued to her keys as she fumbled her keychain in her hands. She eventually found the right key and stuck it in the door, starting to step in before Pedro's hand grasped her arm.

"Hey--" he started, trailing off as she turned to face him. He gazed down at his grip on her and quickly dropped it, realizing he overstepped. God, he hated this phase. He wanted to skip to the end where she told him she was leaving that stupid boy.

"When can I see you again?" he asked honestly, that was all he cared about. She was stunned for a second, trying to choose between saying what she wanted or what she should say.

"Um...the premier is in two weeks. I'll see you then?" She answered, more in the tone of a question. He sighed, but hid his disappointment with a final, pained smile.

"Sure, yeah...a car is probably gonna come at a time, I don't know what time..." he stammered out.

Damn. Hurting him was proving to be the worst side effect of facing the truth. She told herself over and over in her head; it was all business. He could have anyone he wanted, and there was no way he would choose the naive twenty-five-year-old. At least she knew where she stood with Josh.

She thanked him with the look in her eyes as she gently stroked his cheek. It took all of the restraint in Pedro's body not to stop her again as she finally retreated inside her apartment. He stood outside her door for a long moment, denying that he needed to leave for as long as possible. Eventually, after cursing himself under his breath, he walked away, sulking to the elevator.

On the other side of the same door, Naela hesitated as well. If she was doing what was right, why did it have to hurt so much? Why did she hate every minute he was gone?

He didn't love her, not really. He never would have looked her way if they weren't forced together.

Right?

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[21/7 12:27] : You know, its quite interesting

Its not the first time Im in a position like this

The first time, he wanted me to die, just because I was there.

The second time, he wanted to never let me go. And I stayed, and it was worse for everyone. It wasnt love, It was just.. guilt. And manipulation.

This time, well this time I really did die for him. There was guilt, theres manipulation..

And I think Im gonna stay, too. I guess some things never change. I guess some people never learn.

Except this time, I think it must be love

[21/7 12:36] : Thats how it works isnt it?

I cant really explain

And if so, love for what?

For humanity? A humanity thats already condemned.

For the ~friends aka the group of cheaters and liars that couldnt stop trying to fuck eachothers lives up for a second?

For..for him? The guy that couldnt stand seeing me prosper for once even if It was as a TRIBUTE TO HIM. That gathered everything bad in his life and took it out on me, who he was suposed to ~love,

[21/7 12:36] : He who took my fucking life

[21/7 12:38] : He who I still try to see sometimes

[21/7 12:38] : Why do I even do that

[21/7 12:38] : Why do I even do any of this?

[21/7 12:43] : Guardian angel? Fuck off is that what the destiny forces me to do? Didnt work too well for any of us did it

Im not a kind floating entity that can do no wrong and suffers for humanity and the mistakes of others Im not an angel I dont know what the fuck I am

Im just a generic-as-can-get girl who had the misfortune to

[21/7 12:43] : .

.

.

.

[21/7 12:43] : Im tired

[21/7 12:44] : And yet I have more energy than Ive had in years

[21/7 12:44] : Heh

[21/7 12:44] : Love they say

[21/7 12:45] : Those voices in my head

[21/7 12:45] : I guess I really cant change

[21/7 12:45] : Even if I dont know if this is who I am

[21/7 12:57] : Now this just for the record since I am writting down my thoughts

"I think,, one thousand of me is hoping that he can change

At least his mind, you know?

He seems lonely and always bored and

I wonder who I am to him. Not generally but, on the times we hang out for hours

I- that- .. Ill never tell him but I really want to believe thats not just to add to my paranoia. That would suck.

I was gonna say maybe its more than 1/1000 but no. I know. It really is just that much that has hope.

Why do I do it then

Well I think the sad truth is that deep down some of that desolate, tired part of me just..wants to be with him. And pretend nothing happened or that it wasnt a big deal.

I could say its so that wherever he is if It can reach him he can have peace of mind

But no... I think Im doing this for me. Just like how funerals are for the alive, you know?

Its as close as Ill get to being with him again. Even if its just his body. Even if its all just pretending.

[21/7 12:59] : I m not even sure if I can feel anymore

So what would it matter if all the feelings were fake?

[21/7 13:00] : Who would be there to notice

If I am not

[21/7 13:01] : . .

.

[21/7 13:05] : And then, It comes

I am suposed to keep fighting and kinda triumphantly win at the end

But that wont bring any peace to him and, I can bring mine at any moment

Would I be calm? No

But, what is peace of mind when ones dead

Just some more despair to transcend my corpse and be thrown into the void

With my luck it would reach him but well what else could I do

[21/7 13:05] : ..than bring peace to at least one of us

[21/7 13:05] : Its not like everyone else has too long left anyway

[21/7 13:07] : Maybe I should try to rest while its lonely; lest I be dragged into another eternal curse once everyone else falls

[21/7 13:09] : Then, finally, we cant ignore the rest, biggest part of the motive which is, I would guess, the burning fury against all thats happened

[21/7 13:10] : That for once, and unlike in real life, It has one and only one culprit, Who caused everything and onto whom to discharge the anger

[21/7 13:12] : Of course this is also an illusion for in that anger I try to hide the pain of who it was that caused him and what I did to elicit it

[21/7 13:15] : Which makes everything even more tragic cause as everyone would agree both that and her were not deserving of what came

Then theres also the other girl who while being an awful human being could not possibly imagine what her actions would result in for us and possibly the world

Obviously she is not at fault for all of this even if she was to blame for starting this awful spiral of pain

[21/7 13:22] : But, back on track, theres so much anguish burning inside that trying to take it out on someone that can not be hurt and looks like the lost lover is just asking for things to go wrong

Since he can not feel could it be that I am harboring the storm that is the feelings of b/o/th souls?

Cause that would be fucked up as fuck and I cant take all this torment for something that is, in all levels of reality, false

[21/7 13:27] : I am too calm at the moment to bring out the real rage iside

And since its the most usual and easy to replicate emotion I think its easy to conceive and will be leaving this here for today, hopefully not forever.

Unless a wet-with-tears rant of rage comes that needs to vent I probably wont get back to it.

I am waiting for it I just really dont want it to visit.

[21/7 13:27] : Goodbye~*

[21/7 13:29] : https://youtu.be/hRBOnA0ak4w

[21/7 13:31] : Then again maybe we're all actors in the roles we have to play and until those days come we're all just lonely and trying to live the weird ass alternative version of Life we're cursed with

[21/7 13:33]: I wont try to make Fear misunderstood and a product of his upbringing uwu for a second but his existence IS different and I see how that could cause things

[21/7 13:42] : God this is such a bizarre experience this is horrible

Like yeah Im here simpathising with my (& my bedt friends) murderer hanging out and carrying a encarnations of Life/death type relationship while I also have to fight and like trick him into dying in the distant future OH and he also likes to psychologically torture me and my friend and we're suposed to have this friendly at odds, lanzando pullitas kind of thing but god dang it this is too much holy god the only way to not go mad is not caring

AND I KNOW HIS OBJECTIVE IS TO DRIVE ME MAD OR MAKE ME QUIT

AND I KNOW in his description by the author a whole part WAS literally "hes the result of being raised without love" BUT HOLY FUCKING FUCK SHIT man WHAT THE HELL

This is worse than stockholms syndrome cause its all from hIS body and I dont fucking

Like

I just

This would never in a millions years work like this if it wasnt HIM and ME and THEM and GOD DAMN this is a weird fucking thing to attach my existence to FUCKING GOD

-

Its nice to have an hyperfixation again and It being so unique? Omg. I probably wouldnt be able to be without it (one) no its not worrying its just nice -

Justo después fue la warner

And now, like a week after this

I just saved his fucking life

Sympathise? Lmao

Of course he lied about what I was doing but, I KNEW It wouldnt be good

Did I just make him inmortal. I fucking think maybe.

But he said he needed my help ah

Also when I freak at how cute he is he goes torture my so like a child le somethin

Ay lmao what the hell

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Campaign: A day at Hogwarts Mastered by: @all-unwoven

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