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fcthots · 7 months

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Can I request 27. "I'm going to carry you, okay?" with an angsty dash of 5. "You don't have anything to be sorry for." please?

You shouldn't have been out.

You should have never left your apartment, especially not in the middle of the night, especially when Jason didn't know you left, but you just wanted to go on a short walk, but one wrong turn turned your short walk into a very long one.

You could hear a few things: the beating of your heart, the sound of your feet hitting the ground as you ran, the sound of their feet running after you, shouting from behind you.

"Get your ass back here or I swear to God, we're gonna fucking kill you!"

Fuck. You just had to go on a walk to clear your head. You just had to get lost. You just had to forget your phone. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You were running so hard you could barely breathe. You were faster than them, but not by much, and you couldn't keep it up. You were terrified, shaking, slightly crying. You tried screaming, but no one came. You were lost, alone, scared, and being chased. You wished more than anything that you never left your apartment. You wished you just called Jason to calm down, but you didn’t want to bother him. Regret. Regret. Regret.

You've basically run in one big circle, trying to get anywhere near your apartment, but you were so lost. That street sign, though was familiar, but more than that you had passed it before; something else.

Oh.

Oh no.

You knew the name on that street sign because Jason was telling you about it earlier

...in reference to a trafficking case.

Your heart sank. Their footfalls match the erratic beating of your heart. You were tired. You couldn't keep this up forever and they knew the territory. It seemed you were at every disadvantage.

You turned a corner. You had this one chance to lose them. You use all of your remaining energy to run into the gap between the closed down corner store and apartment complex,

and promptly trip on the uneven concrete. Yeah, you pulled something.

And with your absolutely stellar luck, you picked the one alley that was a dead end.

"Fucking finally. Nowhere to run now. I think we should take our time with this one. She made us waste all that time chasing her, what's a little more?"

You open your mouth to beg for your life, but the words won't come out. You try to get up but you collapse again. You use your good leg to move yourself against the wall.

The three men laugh as they slowly approach you, taunting you. They smile and joke at the tears you didn’t notice were falling. You try to think of any possible escape route, but come up empty. One pulls out a gun and you try not to look at it.

"You really thought you could just run away, huh?"

"You can scream as loud as you want. No one is coming."

The third man laughs. "Don't say that. The screaming is fucking annoying."

They get closer to you and you feel the sweat trickle from your hairline.

Everyone's heads turn when there's a loud thud outside the alley.

You aren't exactly focused on it, but it makes them temporarily stop, so you're thankful for it.

"Marcus, go check it out."

"Fuck you. Why do I have to it?"

"Be louder, why don’t you? Quit being a bitch and go."

'Marcus' leaves with a string of curses. The attention is turned back to you again, with impatient smiles and twisted laughter, but not for long.

They make it about two more steps before Marcus yells and there's a crunch and thud.

The two men stop dead in their tracks. Communicating as if with eye contact, one nods, and the other begins to walk slowly along the wall of the alley with his gun raised until he turns the corner. While the first man tries to split his attention between you and his friend, his friend screams.

The last man turns towards you. He rushes forward in an attempt to grab your arm, presumably to drag you, but he never gets that chance.

There is a loud thunk to the back of the man's head before he's on the floor. You look up and see a red helmet.

You don’t think you've ever been happier to see that shiny red.

"Hey, it's ok. It's just me. I wasn't gonna let anything happen to you, I promise. You're safe now."

You try to say his name as he rushes over to you but it comes out as more of a pathetic and terrified whimper.

"Are you hurt?"

You nod your head and watch him freeze.

"Where?"

You drag your leg out from underneath you. He sighs in relief. His shoulders hunch forward, his forehead knocking against yours. He lands a helmet kiss there.

"C'mon. Let's get you home. I'm going to carry you, okay?"

Before you could even think about attempting to reply, he has you scooped up in his arms. He takes a deep breath in and out and locks eyes with you.

"You ok?"

"no fatal injuries"

He hums in acknowledgement. The walk is quiet. Too quiet. You don’t remember most of the walk. The adrenaline wearing off was making you tired, but Jason's silence concerned you. You shouldn't have gone out alone, it was dumb, but you couldn't handle a fight with Jason right now. That's probably why he was being quiet, he mad at you, but knows you don’t wanna fight. He was being so sweet, but to be honest all you wanted was comfort. You can't take him being distant right now.

Fuck it. You can't take it anymore.

"I'm sorry."

He stops on the outside of you apartment complex's elevator, moving two look at you.

You open your mouth to speak again but he cuts you off. "You don't have anything to be sorry for."

"Aren't you mad?"

"I could never be mad at you."

"But you're being all silent."

"I thought you'd want space. Do you not?"

"...no... I want comfort..."

"Alright. And I'm not mad at you. Never mad at you. That wasn't your fault, ok? I was brooding just now because I was scared at the thought of losing you. I love you. So much."

"I love you too."

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urf1lterr · 1 year

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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.

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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Young and Beautiful

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) x Reader

Synopsis: DS Y/N Warner uses DI Alec Hardy’s flat for some late night work

Word Count: 4890

Tags: fem!reader, fluff, smut, praise, sweet, very sweet smut, if your name is Becca look away

She didn't even bother to knock, not knowing or caring if he was in, she just slid open his sliding glass door and let herself inside. Then she plopped the case files on his sofa, pushed his coffee table to the side, and laid them all out in front of in her. He'd come round about an hour later, when all the papers lie in their own stacks across his rug, Y/N in the middle eating a slice of toast with a wild look in her eyes.

"Warner, what're you doing here?"

"There's something we're missing, there has to be, and I'm so close to it!" She said, her baby hairs frizzing wildly as her hair came loose from her ponytail. She either didn't care or didn't notice as she stood up, a paper in hand. DI Alec Hardy stood in his own doorway, flabbergasted to his DS rambling in his room at half past 4am. "I think it has to do with Aaron, it's got to be. His alibi doesn't make sense, he won't tell us where he was, and he knew Sophia well enough. At least more than some of the other persons of interest. I've tracked down the local cab company and one of the drivers says he remembers giving a bloke a ride late that night, said the lad was proper out of breath and not exactly chatty. I've already got him lined up to come in tomorrow for more information. As for the trace amounts of DNA in the victims mouth we don't have a match yet but the lab did say it wasn't as disintegrated as they'd initially thought which gives me hope! I've got -"

"Warner!" Hardy shouted, interrupting her speech. "What the hell are you doing in my house half past 4?"

She gestured around her as though it should be obvious, "working."

"And you can't do that at your own flat?"

She giggled, and continued to ramble. When she was really tired, like proper one second away from passing out tired, like she was now, she couldn't shut up. It didn't matter if the person she was talking to didn't want to hear it or wasn't listening or couldn't hear it - having a deaf cousin worked to her favor in these instances - she would continue to prattle on about what she needed to, "no. My roommate's got her boyfriend over and they were proper loud. Could practically hear the bed rattling, and it wasn't doing me any good. You don't sleep anyway so I figured I could use the space to lay it out. I didn't think you'd not be home. Why're you dressed nice? Did you come from a date? Is that what this is? Is there some woman waiting outside?"

"No!" DI Hardy looked halfway offended at the suggestion. "I've just got back from work. Was gonna make a cuppa then keep going til you showed up."

She squealed and went for something on the floor, lifting it up then crawling to a different paper,"I take two sugars."

"I know your bloody order. Shouldn't you go and sleep?"

She waved a hand, "I'll sleep when I'm dead. What I really need is for the world to be open 24/7. If I could only call this bloke right now and half my questions could be answered. You know my order? That's sweet."

He scoffed, "it's not unique. Warner, when was the last time you slept?"

"Uhh, I slept a few hours on Tuesday. Why do you look all high and mighty? You don't sleep either, don't eat. You're practically a miserable little skeleton carting your life way through life."

"I am not -" he stopped taking. Partially because she hadn't stopped either, continuing to chatter about whatever her heart desired. And partly because he didn't know if he was going to refute the miserable part, the little part, or the skeleton part. Or if he even could refute it. He snorted, well he wasn't little. He was over 6 foot. And he could eat more, he knew that. But he often forgot about food until he had to.

"I know a fellow who took nine sugars. Can you imagine that! Nine sugars! You're drinking piss flavored juice at that point. Pardon mh French, sir. He was very strange... called himself Witchfinder as though you couldn't search on the web magic shops. Maybe we should start calling ourselves Crimefinders. Criminalfinders? That doesn't roll off the tongue, now does it?"

DI Hardy realized Y/N wasn't going to answer any of his questions in this state, so he shuffled over to the kitchen to make some tea. He took his coat off, tossing it on whatever available counter space there was with a yawn. He wanted to sleep, knew he probably had to, but he'd probably dream of something he didn't want to dream about. Lately it'd been odd mental pictures of his coworkers all hurt, Y/N choked, Ellie crying, hell even Brian made the scene with a glazed look in his eyes. He didn't know why he had these thoughts, he'd never considered himself a particularly caring individual over his coworkers. But it had haunted him off from sleep for the foreseeable future.

He made two cups of tea, disposing two sugars into Warner's as she said. Then he walked back over to his living room and sat down, elbows on his knees as he scanned her work.

"Thank you!" She said, grabbing her mug and take a large gulp of it. "What do you think of this, sir? He doesn't strike me right. Can't place it."

"The name is familiar," Hardy admitted. He went to his laptop and started typing away, trying to place the name. "Ah, he's been arrested for aggravated assault. Both charges dropped, looks like some brawls in the pubs."

"I s'pose that doesn't suggest he murdered a girl."

"Doesn't rule him out either, if he's willing to punch a stranger in a pub what would he do to someone he knows?"

She giggled and scrambled for her pencil, "I should write that down for my novel!"

"You're writing a novel?"

"Mmhmm, started it tonight. 'Adventures of Harner and Wardy.'"

Alec set his mug down, and took hers from her hand as well. "Alright, time for bed now."

"What? No! I've got more novel to write and crime to solve! We've not even started discussing the potential that Louise is lying about her husband's alibi. I mean really? She says he binged Big Bang Theory with her all night and I'm all for binging telly but of all the shows you choose that one? The laugh track is funnier than the actual show half the time - is this your bedroom?"

Hardy had helped Y/N to her feet and led her to his bedroom in the back. She was still rambling about the most irrelevant things when he guided her to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn't often make it, so he was glad to note that it was done up well. Warner hadn't slept in almost a full 48 hours and he knew that even with a brain as sharp as hers, it was dull as Katie's without sleep. He got on his knees before her, carefully untying her shoes and sliding them off her feet. He put them by the door and helped her out of her coat jacket.

"What're you doing?" She finally asked as he hung the jacket on the back of the door. "Are you hitting on me?"

"What? I -"

"Because if you are hitting on me that's totally okay, but I should warn you I'm getting sleepy so I might not be the best lay. But you are proper good looking so I wouldn't say no." She made a face, "my boss wouldn't like that would he? Noooo, can't call someone proper good looking. I'm not trying to be a knob, just communicating that you've got no problems in the looks department. None, like ever. Personality maybe but you took my shoes off for me so that gets you at least a few brownie points."

Alec felt like he was malfunctioning, his arm stuck out, frozen midair from her words. She just called him attractive. And not just good looking, but good looking enough she'd want to sleep with him! He'd never been used to such straight forward compliments and didn't quite know if he believed it. So he just worked on autopilot, helping tuck her into bed.

"Go to sleep, Warner." He flicked off the lights and closed the door. What the hell. What the hell. Alec blinked rapidly like that would make any of what just happened make any sense at all.

He stood awkwardly outside the door of the bedroom. Should he - is he- what's the proper procedure with this? He should know, he was married once, had enough sex to have a child! But it seemed all that knowledge left the moment Claire stole back the pendant, fizzling his marriage, his life, his career. Now he was left taking uneven breaths as the sun crept up, an employee who's attracted to him sleeping in his bed after 40+ hours of not sleeping.

He found himself back at his laptop, slowly typing out what to do when someone admits to fancying you. But the results were not his thing, videos of very forward men and women moving very quickly into other actions. Alec was not opposed to the action, sex. But he couldn't fathom how to get there. So he sat in his kitchen drinking old tea, and staring at his door.

An hour later he crept in to grab a different tie for work, and saw Y/N completely passed out. She was curled in a ball, cradling his pillow and lightly snoring. She looked content. It made him smile against his better judgment. He left her in there, scribbling a note on a piece of paper he taped to the bedroom door before he left for the station.

Y/N Warner woke up nearly 12 hours later. It was practically dark when she opened her eyes. She blinked away the sleep that threatened to creep in around the corners of her eyes, and propped herself up on her elbows to survey the scene around her. She didn't recognize the room she was in, blank walls and bland sheets. There was no personality to it. For a moment, she wondered if she'd gotten a hotel room and just had no memory of it.

Then she smelt a familiar, faint scent. She couldn't place it or really describe it other than she liked it, it was warm. Stupidly, she let her face fall into the pillow to inhale the scent. Oh my god.

She shot up quickly, realizing where she was. The memories of last night flooded her mind.

"Shit, shit, shit." A hand flew to her brow as she tried to process. She'd come here to work because her roommate was fucking her boyfriend into the oblivion. DI Hardy came back, made her a cuppa. She wouldn't shut up, kept rambling about the Big Bang Theory (why?) and Witchfinders (how?) before he guided her here. Then she - "no." She said audibly, she did not make a pass at DI Hardy in his bed, late at night and practically drunk on exhaustion. Her eyes flit around the room before landing on the one piece of decoration, a framed photo of Hardy and Daisy, his daughter. "No." She said again, as though it could stop her ramblings.

Y/N rushed out of the bed, scrambling to find her shoes before she saw them neatly lying next to the door. She was usually very professional, if not a little eccentric. But no one could fault you for being a lot when you were good at your job and solved cases. She brought justice to people, she knew she did. And she might have risked it all because she worked herself too far and hit on her boss. Regardless of how stupid attractive he was, that was still work place harassment.

She shoved her shoes on, forced her arms into the holes of her suit jacket and ambled out into his living space. There were papers everywhere. They covered the floor like a new rug, slouched over the chairs and clung to the walls by hall dead pieces of tape. She looked for her mobile, patting her pockets. Shit, she must have left it in the bedroom. When she turned she spotted a note on the door.

'At the office. Feel free to not come in.'

Oh she was dead. She'd lost her job forever, she would never work again. This stupid blasted career she'd worked so hard on gone.

She ran back and found her mobile among the sheets, shoved it into her pocket and ran to leave the home. Then DI Hardy stood awkwardly at the front door, bags of Chinese hanging from his hands and a weird not grimace not smile expression. He didn't look pleased to see her, but he didn't want to kill her. Good news, right?

"Sir, I am so sorry about last night-"

"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand, coming in to set the food on the counter. He got a lot of it.

"No, I can't not worry about it. I came into your home, made a mess, took your bed and propositioned you-"

"Warner, we've arrested a man for the murder of Sophia Garcia. It was Aaron Baker, his dad's golf clubs, just like you'd said."

Her mouth fell open, "shit, really?"

Alec gestured to the mess of papers while he spoke, "you'd mentioned something about the cabbie last night. When I went in I gave them a ring, and while there was a driver who picked up a grumpy lad it wasn't Aaron. Sounds like a Christie book but it was his twin. Aaron was cross town cleaning up the scene."

"Not good enough," Y/N said softly.

Alec nodded, "not good enough."

"I'm sorry, sir." She said again, her voice still quiet and meek.

He didn't answer her, just stared for a beat before gesturing to the food, "I didn't know what you liked so I bought two of everything."

"All this is for me?"

"You solved the case, Warner."

She shook her head, "I ... you let me sleep in your bed? I ransacked your house, I propositioned you, and you let me sleep and brought me food?"

Alec scratched the back of his neck. He did not like how often Y/N asked questions. It stressed him out, like he had to have an immediate answer to every single one when he figured his actions spoke. But she looked so confused. He just gestured to the food and went to grab plates.

She sat down in surprise, blinking quickly as she watched him come over. "Just a, uh, an egg roll and cho mein please."

He nodded and shoved two of both onto her plate before giving it to her. He didn't put anything on his plate. Y/N sighed and scraped off half of hers onto his.

"Eat, sir. Please."

He blinked, "wot?"

"I've known you for years and never seen you eat. Just eat the egg roll."

He stared at the greasy food. He can't eat that, he thought and was about to say as much when she shot him a dirty look. Tentatively, Alec took a bite of it. He cringed, he didn't quite love the taste but Y/N seemed pleased he was eating so he finished it off just for her.

When they both finished he cleaned up, and she stayed seated. Then he moved past her to the bedroom, undoing his tie and tossing it, along with his jacket, onto a chair in the corner. He started to roll his sleeves up round his elbows when Y/N waited by the door.

"Thank you, sir."

"No need-"

"Let me. Thank you, sir. For the food and the sleep and, uh, well thank you for everything."

"Of course, Warner. I take care of my people." Not typically this much care, but he didn't want to make her feel bad. He focused on sliding off his shoes, shoving them out of his sight.

Alec jumped - well, Alec never really jumped just blinked harshly and cocked the one eyebrow - in surprise. Y/N was now closer to him, her chest heaving as she stared up at him. She was shorter than he remembered.

"I-If I may, sir?" She asked, lifting a hand.

He had a feeling he knew what she was asking, but didn't know for certain. But all the same he nodded. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in, going onto her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He hadn't been kissed in a long time, and the surprise of her initiating it made him stand there and accept her soft lips against his. When she broke, he could see the fear in her eyes as though she had done something wrong. Alec hadn't kissed in a while, and he felt the anxiety creep in that he didn't remember how. But the look in her eyes made it worth the fear.

He plunged forward, grabbing the back of her neck gently while his other hand came to cradle her jaw. Her skin was soft under his touch, melting as he held her. Y/N's hands came up to hold his jaw, scruffy and itchy in the most delightful way. Her mouth melded with his as his tongue licked along her bottom lip.

She cherished the way his jaw scratched against hers slightly, sighing when he broke to trail soft kisses down her jaw and the length of her neck. The scratch was enough to make her giggle like a schoolgirl, holding his shoulders. He shot back up, hair slightly wild but nothing compared to his eyes as he looked into hers deeply. He needed to be absolutely certain. There was no time for messing about and hurting anyone.

She smiled. He was so handsome to her, but in an understated way. She took the moment to run a finger on his sculpted jawline, along his freckled cheeks and down his crooked nose. No, not everyone might look at those features and call it handsome. But to her, he was everything. Smart, kind, and good-looking as sin. Her finger fell upon his lips, slightly open and let out harsh breaths as he searched her eyes desperately. Alec always wished he could read expressions better, he was terrified he'd make the wrong decision somewhere down the line.

But Y/N smiled, and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his nose before taking a step back. Then she toed off her own shoes, shucked off her own jacket, and began to undress.

He followed her lead, removing his shirt and pants. Eventually, they both stood in front of one another naked. Y/N felt that pang of anxiety in her chest at being bare in front of a man. She'd made it very clear to Alec that she found him to be hotter than hell, but did he feel that way about her? She wasn't ugly, she knew that, but she wasn't a showstopper.

And yes, she could see the surprisingly length of him hardening before him. But didn't every man get hard when sex was on the table?

Alec came forward and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her forward as his eyes took in every inch of her. He ran a hand along her stomach - an insecure area for her - and up between her breasts, before settling it on the base of her neck. The simple action left her breathless.

His eyes were still on her body before he brought them up to hers. She was struck by how deep his were, how warm and brown, they seemed to go on forever.

"Look at you," he said hoarsely, his accent suddenly get thicker. "You're gorgeous."

"You think so?" She felt stupid asking it. She should be confident, she should pose seductively and tell him to strap in the way girls do on the telly. But this felt real and raw, and raw didn't shy away from the insecurities. Insecurities laced with cellulite and hair, parts that feel too pudgy there and too concave there. Never quite where it needs to be, never "ugly" enough for the world to tell you you have a right to complain.

"'Course. 'Course, look at you. You think I'm g-good too?" He asked back.

Y/N smiled, "thank you for saying that, most men don't."

"Don't they?" Alec asked in surprise, figuring that was just a part of the experience.

She shook her head and let her gaze trace along his body as well. He was lean and tall, with thin legs and arms wrapped in gentle muscle. His stomach was slightly pouchy and soft, beneath it his length was already hard at the sight of her. She ran a hand up from his stomach to his chest, mimicking his actions, and let it stay on his heart. Beneath her touch it thumped violently. Then she looked up to see his face, her favorite feature. His eyes were warm and gentle even when they didn't mean to be. "All of you is handsome to me, all of you."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, "you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. And if it isn't too crass to say, I'd fuck every inch of you."

It was too crass to say, and even a little cheesy, but it made her blossom with a smile. She threw her arms around his neck and let herself fall into one of his all encompassing kisses she was starting to like the taste of too much. Alec's lips were firm but not overpowering as they engulfed her, setting a tingle from her toes all the way up to her head in a heady giggle. His hands held onto her waist, grasping the flesh there with a sweet intensity. His lips parted with a deep groan.

She walked backwards to the bed, leading Alec until he was over her. His arms were poised by her head, his neck brought down as he peppered open mouth kisses along her neck. She laughed lightly at his scruffy beard, moaning when his lips found the spot between her neck and shoulder that shot straight through her. Y/N writhed under his touch, heat searing her skin. His hands were everywhere, branding her, skating up her waist to grab a handful of her breast, down her back to cup her bum, and feather like fingers traveling over the top of her thighs to the place in between. She gasped as he ran a finger down her slit.

"So wet..." he murmured, not expecting her to be so aroused by him. He'd barely done anything for her, hadn't touched down there at all. Yet she was slick to the touch, heat and arousal. Alec loved the way her chest flushed, her eyes closed tightly as she savored his touch on her skin.

He ran his fingers down, keeping his touch light as he experimentally nudged around. When he found her clit she gasped, her whole body tensing and focusing on the nerves right there against his finger.

"So responsive," he murmured, starting to work gently against her clit as she took shaking, uneven breaths. Alec went to speak again, then stopped. Tess never liked when he spoke in bed, said it distracted her from her climax. So he'd learned to stay silent and focus on his partner's body, her mouth as she fought her body's reaction to grind violently against his fingers. He kissed her sternum, biting at the flesh gingerly. Despite himself, Alec growled into her as she bucked her hips to meet his ministrations.

"Keep talking," she said in a hoarse voice.

"Wot?" Alec asked, taken aback.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes heady with need, "your voice is hot. If it's okay to ask, please keep talking, sir."

Alec grinned his charming, crooked smile. He bent down to kiss along her stomach as he quickened his pace on his clit, driving her faster to a climax then she was used to. That deep Scottish voice rang our praises, some loud enough that she could hear them and clench her thighs, others murmurs against her flesh that made her head feel light and airy. She giggled at the thought of all the beard rash she'd have along her body from him. All the same he told her how well she was doing, how beautiful she was, how lovely she looked squirming underneath him.

Then, as her back began to arch and she could feel the orgasm just a hair's breadth away, he stilled. Y/N whined. Actually felt herself whine in protest. He chuckled, clearly meaning to edge her, using his large hands to keep her legs wide open.

"A-are you ready?" Alec asked, his usual confidence lost to the arousal he was trying to keep at bay for her. His hands were large and warm, holding onto the space between her hips and thighs with a firm yet gentle touch.

Y/N's eyes gazed down to his cock, hard and ready. It looked about ready to burst, but Alec squeezed her thighs to look up into his eyes. They were warm and kind. Asking for consent even in a position like this. It made her all the more sure of her answer.

She reached up for his face, grabbing his jaw and planting a warm kiss on his mouth as he started to guide himself inside of her. He was slow, letting her gasp and adjust to the length inch by inch until he was fully inside of her. Alec paused. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere, pulsing desperately for friction.

She nodded, kissing Alec again. She'd never had a kiss like that, so strong and comforting. Kisses were never her thing, she hadn't understood the fuss over them. Just two sets of lips pressed against one another, the taste of the day infecting it. But with Alec it was more than the cho mein or egg rolls, and it was more than chapped lips pressed against one another. It was full of desire, trying to communicate all that words couldn't. She drank it in fully, gasping against him as he started to move inside of her.

Alec was bigger than she expected and bigger than he was used to, and she wiggled her hips to the feeling of being stretched so full like that. He cherished the feeling of her gasps and moans, dipping to kiss every inch of skin near him.

"So beautiful, so gorgeous..." he thrusted in quickly this time and saw her body tense from surprise. "You're taking me beautifully, Angel."

Y/N could listen to his voice all day. Even before she realized he was far from an ugly bloke, she fancied the way his voice poured over her in sexy waves. Deep, guttural, it was honest and raw. He didn't lie, he didn't cover it with some pretense to be sexy. Even when his voice would break, small gasps from the sensations breaking up his sentences, she found it all the better.

Alec leaned back, not wanting to stop kissing her not wanting to miss the view. He'd pulled her hips down to the edge of the bed, him standing and her legs spread wide and resting on the small of his back. With a gentle pace that started to grow more desperate he thrust into her, watching her body flush and squirm beneath him. Y/N threw her arms up, arching her back to take him deeper. Alec was enamored with the way her breasts bounced with each thrust.

"So fucking beautiful," he grumbled, snaking a hand down to stroke her clit. He could feel that he wasn't going to last as long as he would have liked, but by the way Y/N let out little moans by his feather light touch, he figured she didn't mind all that much.

Y/N was in her own world, feeling his voice slide off her skin like oil as she chased her high. His denial of her orgasm earlier made this one all the more powerful. It seemed to slam into her, causing her to gasp wildly as Alec kept firm ministrations on her clit. Then he too reached his climax, grunting in a low voice before pouring out in a shocking spurt.

Then he pulled out, falling beside her as they both gasped for breath. Y/N quickly ambled out of the bed and used the restroom before she came back in, feeling like her limbs were absolute jelly. Alec brought her back to the bed, laying next to her. His hand held hers, thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.

"That was incredible," he finally said.

"You could say that again."

"That was incredible." They both paused, turning to look at one another, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

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apomaro-mellow · 4 months

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King&Prince 12

Right after breakfast, Steve went to the first part of his schedule, which turned out to be music practice. His actual duty was just corralling the more stubborn ones and making sure they went. After that, he was to be with Nancy. She brought him to her study, which seemed equally devoted to academic knowledge and weaponry.

"What exactly are your intentions here?", she asked, point blank as she sat behind her desk.

There was a chair, but Steve wasn't sure if he could sit. "I don't really have any. I just...I can't go home."

"Bullshit. Even if your dad is some kind of asshole, he wouldn't let his heir just sit and rot here." Nancy's eyes were as sharp as her tongue and it clashed with her soft face.

Steve looked away. "He doesn't give a damn about me. If I go back, I'll just be another prisoner. Maybe even worse off than I am here."

"I wouldn't be so sure." Nancy looked him up and down. "Even if you have the king's protection, there are plenty in this castle and out who see you as an enemy."

"Does that include you? You think I have a secret plan to assassinate King Edward?"

Nancy stood up and walked around her desk. "I know you couldn't lay a hand on him. My issue is having a royal from a nation we've been fighting against walking free around the people I love. People who don't know how to defend themselves." She stepped up until she was nearly toe-to-toe with Steve. This close, he could see how small she was, and yet that didn't diminish how intimidating she was.

"So let me say this one time. If you touch a single hair on their heads, you better hope that Eddie gets to your first. At least he'll make it quick."

Warned sufficiently, Steve was dismissed and the next thing he was tasked with doing was being extra help in the kitchen. Dustin's mother, Claudia, had him on vegetable peeling duty.

"My spells can do the trick most of the time but the potatoes I like to leave some of the skin on. And the enchantment either does it completely or not at all."

Steve's only experience in kitchens had been the food that came from them. He was never really involved in the process of making the meals. Which meant by the end of kitchen duty, he had a few cuts and scrapes on his hands.

"How are you so good with a sword but you nicked yourself peeling carrots?", Lucas asked, doing some warm up stretches.

"Two different skillsets", Steve said, doing some of his own stretching. "By the way, why do we have an audience now?"

Just outside of the training arena, sat Will and Max, looking far too interested in it for people not at all interested in combat. Steve had already asked if they wanted training too and they denied.

"We're just here for the show", Max said.

Done with stretching, Steve began to teach Lucas some basic forms. In his head, he was already thinking of matching Lucas with different weapons. Swordplay was always the go to but not everyone was meant for it. It was a good place to start though.

After that first session, he could already see the promise in him. And there was a spark to be better too, even when he fell or dropped his sword. Steve didn't know what was driving him, but it must be important.

Once that finished, they washed up and went down to the kitchens to meet up with the others for lunch. Mike had been late to the meal, barging through the doors in his excitement to give the news.

"You're not gonna believe this! Eddie's actually performing at the Sunrise Festival!"

"No way!", Dustin exclaimed.

"This is big", Will said.

"Do you think this is why he's making us take music lessons?", El asked.

At that, many of them groaned, the loudest of all being Dustin. He'd made it very clear his opinion on playing music. But it was also true that he appreciated it.

"I think it's great we'll get a chance to play with him", El said.

"Nothing's set in stone", Max said. "And Eddie's not going to let us play if we're not up to par with him."

"Is he really that good at playing music?", Steve asked, speaking up finally.

"He's like a musical genius", Lucas said.

"Like a god", Dustin seconded.

It was hard to imagine someone like the king playing an instrument. He couldn't imagine any one fitting him, he didn't seem musical at all. After lunch, his schedule was to basically be Robin's assistant and it turned out she was a jack of many trades. In addition to being the one teaching the kids music, she was also in charge of the library, and was taking the lead on some of the activities for the Sunrise Festival.

As far as Steve could tell, it was to celebrate the coming of spring, which was difficult to think that this place had after only hearing of it being a dark, desolate wasteland. But he saw the sun everyday and even got to feel some of its warmth on his face. He couldn't deny it anymore. At the end of the day, he had dinner with the king and his inner circle, which included Nancy, Jeff, Robin, and two others he hadn't met until now, Gareth, and Franklin.

"So", Eddie started as he sat down at the head of the table. "How was your day, little prince?"

"It was...busy... My schedule's pretty filled up." Steve was sure he had Nancy to thank for that.

"Get used to it", Nancy said.

Eddie grinned. "She's right. It only gets more busy from here. Mark your calendar, Harrington. The festival is in two weeks."

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luvxiem · 11 months

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can i request mysta with 9 'i couldn't find a costume, so i just decided to go as your [partner/gf/bf]' and 13 'you're being so lame right now'? fluff please! ^^

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✧ word count: ~650

✧ pairing: mysta rias x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff, little humor

✧ summary: your boyfriend refused to tell you what he was wearing to your best friend's costume party leaving you curious and pouting, but little did you know that he was just deflecting because he hadn't found one yet.

"what are you wearing?"

mysta looks over at you from where he stood in the hallway of your shared apartment, his hand still raised near his head where he was fixing his hair.

"what do you mean?" he asks. "isn't it obvious?"

"well clearly i wouldn't be asking if it was."

"i couldn't find a costume, so i just decided to go as your boyfriend!" said boyfriend of yours is wearing a beige sweater that you tend to steal pretty often and a pair of lightwash jeans, as well as the little magnetic charm bracelet that you bought the two of you on a whim after seeing it on an instagram ad (even you are not safe from big data knowing what you like, and bracelets with magnetic half-hearts that form a full heart when together is exactly the type of thing that you would buy).

"babe, you're being so lame right now. also, couldn't you have done like, y'know, a catboy or something? all you have to do is draw whiskers on your face with eyeliner, it's not that hard."

"i dunno—i just thought it'd be cute if we matched."

"eww, do you have a crush on me? that's cringe," you joke, scrunching your nose in mock disgust. you're unable to hide your smile as mysta's eyebrows raise in confusion. his arms cross over his chest as he leans against the wall with a rather cute pout.

"what are you talking about, we're literally dating," he deadpans.

"says who? do you have proof?"

"the fuck you mean proof—of course there's proof we've been-"

"is the proof in the room with us?" you ask, making a show of looking around the room. mysta groans loudly as his head falls back and that's what breaks you, your laughter loudly ringing in the air while your boyfriend rolls his eyes.

"you are so fucking annoying, you know that?" pushing himself off the wall, mysta walks over to where you're seated on the sofa.

"you love me," you grin, pulling him by the arm down onto the couch beside you. grabbing his chin, you angle his face toward you so that you could leave a sweet kiss on his lips. his face is dusted with a healthy flush when you pull away, and his eyes dart from your own, down to your lips and back to your eyes again. and so, unable to deny your lover of his needs, you peck him again. and again. and again. until he finally has enough of your increasingly aggressive kisses and pushes your face away with a laugh.

"stop it, you kiss like a woodpecker," he whines, the corners of his lips quirking up at the sound of your giggle.

"i can't help it, i just love you sooo much," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing out the 'o' for as long as you could before mysta rolls his eyes at you again.

"you're lucky you're cute,"

"mmhm. y'know what else is cute?"

"what? if you say 'your mom' i'm gonna punt you across the room."

"hey, your mom is very cute! but no, what i was gonna say was your quote unquote boyfriend outfit. since when did you steal this sweater from me?" mysta levels you with an unimpressed stare.

"you mean my sweater? i had to dig it out of your side of the closet, you gremlin."

you tug at the fabric and hum.

"okay, well, it doesn't smell like you anymore so honestly i don't even want it. even if it is super soft."

mysta removes your hand from his sweater and intertwines your fingers instead, rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb.

"i knew it, you only want me for my cologne, don't you?"

"hey! i like your ass, too."

"why am i even dating you."

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volpe-kitsune-red · 2 months

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A taste of you～

Part 2

Lynx Andromeda (Yandere OC) x reader

tw. general yandere behavior, possessive behavior, reader is a bit socially awkward, alcohol, vampires, blood-drinking, slightly suggestive content

Someone in your college had organized a huge party and invited every student to join; you didn't know the guy but Lynx did. Your best friend knew practically more than half of the people who attended the school and reassured you that the man had a huge mansion and a pool in his backyard, meaning it wouldn't feel too crowded even if everyone showed up. But that wasn't your concern, this was going to be the biggest party you had been to and the fullest of strangers. You weren't exactly scared of people but not a social butterfly either so you couldn't help but feel nervous about how the night was gonna go. "Nervous? Oh come on love, I'll be right by your side the whooole time. If you feel overwhelmed I'll just make an excuse to take you away...somewhere private hehe～" You were used to her teasing and yet it still made a slight blush tint your cheeks. Of course, she was just joking, however, the way her eyes pierced into yours every time she said things like that was making you question her true intentions...and your feelings for her.

Lynx had insisted on wearing matching outfits, and you both decided (after a long debate) on black colors paired with something made of red leather. When she came to pick you up you saw that she had put on a black top with a short red leather skirt, she looked amazing and you were quick to let her know. "And you are outrageously stunning, I might have to keep a closer eye on you tonight or someone might steal you away from me～" You laughed in response "Aww stop it, you're making it sound like we're together or something!" "Hmm..not yet..." The rest of the ride was filled with you two casually catching up on what you did that day, she always avoided talking about her life at home so she resorted to telling you about a fun music series she found called 'Alien Stage', excitedly forcing you to listen to some of the songs.

You arrived an hour late to the party. It was already packed with people, not as many as you expected, but the night was still young so many others were yet to show up. You and Lynx began looking for your friends. It was hard to move more than 5 steps at a time, not because there was no space to do so, but because people kept approaching your friend to start some small talk or invite her to join them in whatever activity they were doing. Finally, you spotted the group of your mutual friends and joined them. Everything was going better than expected, you were having fun, and Lynx helped you shake off a couple of drunk men who were making you feel uncomfortable.

At some point in the night, one of your friends asked you if you could go grab him a cup of water. Poor guy had drunk a couple of shots too much so you told him to sit down as you left the group. Lynx was having fun at a karaoke battle with some random woman so you decided not to bother her by asking her to accompany you. You wouldn't want to ruin her night just because you needed some assistance to feel secure at a party. You went up to the bar and asked the man behind it, who was presumably the butler of the house but was doubling as a barista for the night if he could give you a cup of water. When the man turned around to take a cup and fill it, someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and the woman behind you smiled. "Hi there sugar... my eyes have been wandering towards you the whole night, I have been waiting for the best moment to approach such a cutie, mind blessing me with a little company?" She gently took your hand and you were too stunned to react as she pressed her lips on the back of your palm. You blushed, a bit embarrassed by her boldness. She was undeniably a gorgeous woman, tall, with tan skin, white hair, and a cleanly styled wolf cut...but you had to go back to your friend. "I'm flattered, really. But I need to go back to my friend, he's not feeling well so I was supposed to bring him a cup of water." The woman appeared amused. "You're talking about Ron, right? He's fine, he's also a friend of mine, I asked him if he could do me a favor by securing me a minute alone with you." You thought Ron was such a traitor for selling you off to a stranger, just like that, without a warning even. But you would confront your friend and his behavior another time. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that it's been years since your last romantic interaction, but you had decided to give this random woman a shot. She was hot and had gone through all that trouble just to approach you, so why not, right?

You two sat on the bar stools and started chatting, she wasn't too bad, she was charming and a great listener. At one point she put a hand on your tight and leaned closer to you. You weren't sure if she was about to kiss you or whisper something in your ear, and you would never find out because before she could do anything a person forced themselves between you two, forcing her to retreat and put her hand away. It was Lynx, you couldn't see her face because she had her back turned toward you, and as soon as she turned around, her expression was blank. "Love, please come with me, immediately. I have something to tell you." You looked at her confused but she was serious, so you nodded, stood up, and tried to excuse yourself to your new acquaintance but Lynx interlocked her arm with yours and started pulling you away with her. Concerned and irritated by whatever was going on, you followed her silently into a quiet, empty room of the mansion and closed the door behind you. "Lynx can you explain what is going-" You weren't given the chance to finish the sentence as Lynx gently but swiftly pressed you against the wall, wrapped her arms around your waist, and smashed her lips against yours. You were shocked, incredibly confused...and her lips were soft, and her body was pressed against yours, making your mind and body feel fuzzy.

Her kiss lasted a couple of seconds, maybe three before her lips parted with yours. "I can't believe it, I take my eye off of you and you go wandering off to someone else, maybe I should put a leash on you so this won't happen again." What the hell was she saying? "L-Lynx, you're my best friend, we aren't a couple or anything... I asked you to look out for me tonight to help me out in case something was going wrong, that doesn't mean you can just tear me away from anyone I'm talking to without checking to see what's really going on! That woman wasn't-" "Do not mention her, she doesn't deserve to be on your mind, let alone your body. I saw how she was touching you, she wanted to steal you away- away from ME!" Her dark pupils started to swirl into a glowing red color, it was clear she was struggling to keep her voice steady. When she noticed the fearful stare you were giving her, the red disappeared and her features visibly relaxed. She raised one of her hands to put it on your cheek, her sweet tone masking her true emotions. "It's ok darling, I'll make sure something like this will never happen again. You know that I love you right? That I would never harm you?" You felt that your answer wasn't really needed but you replied either way, putting your hand on hers. "Yes Lynx, I know you love me. We've known each other since we were little kids and you've never done anything that hurt me. But what does this all mean? Y-you...uh, kissed me just now, are you trying to tell me something?" Her gaze softened. "My love, you are just too cute, it's just so hard to resist eating you up right away..." She buried her head in the crook of your neck. "...to sink my teeth into you and taste you." At this point, you were as red as a tomato. Did she just confess her feelings to you? If she did, that was definitely a weird way to word it. But then you felt something sharp poke at your neck. You look down to see your best friend's open mouth hovering over your skin. Two long sharp teeth sticking out, threatening to pierce into you at any moment. "...Lynx. What is this...what are you doing?" Her arm wrapped itself tighter around your waist while the hand on your cheek moved around the back of your head to steadily hold it in place. "I'm sorry dear but you left me with no choice...and you are just so irresistible." Your whole body stiffened at the realization of what was about to happen, you tried to wriggle away but it was too late. A sharp pain shot into your neck, blood started pouring out and you refused to watch as she proceeded to suck and drink it all.

You screamed but the party outside the door was too loud to hear you, your shouts of pain and your pleads were lost amongst the laughter and singing of the people outside. Eventually, you felt yourself going weak, and your vision faded to black.

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brumeraven · 3 months

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🪫: The Chains That Bind || angels, burnout, commoditization, dehumanization, exhaustion, I know that SCRAM is probably a backronym but it's so stupid I love it

"So, uhh..."

Shit, only three days. Knew I shouldn't have picked four in the pool... At least I didn't go with "Never," like Gloria from HR. Bitch should know better; they always, always ask. Might be a day, might be a week, but they always bring it up.

"You ever, uh, think about what exactly we're doing here?"

There it was. The million dollar question. Suppose that number should be revised well-upwards, honestly, power prices being what they were these days, but I couldn't be arsed to keep up with the current budget...

"Like, with that thing in there, ya know?" He gestured vaguely past the consoles before us towards the observation slit, as if there could be any doubt what he meant. Wasn't anything else to talk about around here, least of all the drab beige plastic that comprised every surface.

"Notice you haven't taken a peek yet, rookie. Superstitious much?" I kept my voice light, despite the lance of hot rage that pierced my breast. Close to a decade of experience meant I'd had practice enough at controlling Extrinsics.

"No! Just, I mean..." With a sigh, he stood and leaned forward to look, pressing forward with a near-reverent hesitance. I'd have to keep an eye on that. That spoke of assumptions, and assumptions lead to sloppy work.

I didn't need to look. Already knew what he was staring at.

And if I hadn't, well, it was painted on his face, plain as daylight. 4 solid inches of recycled cathedral glass lessened the intensity to something just-shy of blinding, but compared to the anemic fluorescence of the control room, he might as well have been staring at the sun.

"....hm." It was a disappointed sort of non-committal noise.

"Not what you expected?" Of course it wasn't, not on this side of the shielding. Anyone too sensitive would never have been allowed this close.

"It's...bright?" Disappointment, and the desire for confirmation.

"It's a toroidal cloud of plasma. What the hell did you expect?" Part of the ritual, this was. Debase, demean, lessen. Pinion its wings with the materialistic, the rational, the objective, the familiar.

I knew what he meant, but that part...that part was buried just out sight.

If a few hundred tons of concrete, ten of graphite, and a cell of industrial diamond could be called "just out of sight." Only been down there once; creeped me out when my clothes changed color. Tiny changes, but you never knew what tiny change in your genes would become cancer.

"Yeah, I, uh, can see. I guess I expected-"

"Arms, legs, wings? Some white robes? Maybe a harp or trumpet?" The first bit was true, at least sometimes. Music was a bad idea though. "It's not a person. It's a machine. A thing that was made to do a job. A car, not a yoked horse."

"Aren't you ...afraid though?"

"Afraid? Hell yes I am." That much was no lie. "I'm afraid my coffee is gonna become decaf in between sips, or my bra won't match my shirt, or some other Slip is gonna fuck up my perfectly good day answering your stupid questions." Easy, steady...

Woof. That was a pained look if I'd ever seen one. Fine, he needed more reassurance than that... "Look, of course I worry. Even without hypocertainty effects, there are ten thousand things that could go wrong here. And our job is to make sure they don't, okay?"

"Okay...but-"

"Look, keep your eyes on the gauges and the protocols in mind. Long as shit's all green, s'all good, yeah? Been here 11 years; most of the time when the alarms go off, it's just brumeraven buildup. We wet vent it out through the filters and someone gets a flat tire or something."

He nodded, if not with much conviction. "What's, uh, what's the worst that could happen?"

Fuck, where in the hell did they even find this guy?

Fine, if he wanted it... "Worst case, the Void coefficient inverts and goes positive. We end up with a criticality incursion, have to cut the outflows and you..." I leaned over to prod his arm for emphasis. "...you get to take ice cream and stuffed animals downstairs for it."

Well, that got a nervous giggle and a minute of silence. Probably for the best he thought it a joke for the moment. I waited, then, waited for the question he still hadn't asked, the one I knew was coming.

"But what...what if it breaks loose? What if it gets out?"

Bingo. It wouldn't. It couldn't. "It won't. It can't. Besides, that's my job." I tapped the badge clipped to my shirt, right on the crisp, serifed capital letters: SCRMNT. Safety Containment Responsibility Manager/Neutralization Technician. Corporate did love their acronyms...

"I mean, sure, no offense, but what exactly are you gonna do against that thing in there, if it breaks the control bonds?"

Ahhh, and there it was, the root of the misunderstanding. He still thought this was a prison of concrete and rebar, copper and steel.

"You don't understand. All this concrete and shit? That's all just shielding for our benefit. And for the power converters and all that. It's free to leave; not like we could stop it. But if she goes, whole power grid goes down."

It. Fuck.

"I don't understand. Why...?"

"Please, with all the hospitals and homes and hotels that depend on us?"

"..."

"You want to know how you keep an angel bound?"

The question hung in the air as I felt the hairs on my arm prick, and a fleeting sense of sorrow not my own slunk into my heart.

He nodded, waiting.

I smiled slowly.

"Responsibilities."

~🪫

#empty spaces #microfiction #fiction #angelposting #angels #burnout #commoditization #dehumanization #exhaustion #I know that SCRAM is probably a backronym but it's so stupid I love it

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stardustbarbarians · 1 year

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I need a dad danny idc what but I need something lol

Buckle up, everyone. This is gonna be a doozy.

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"Are we there yet?" the young girl whined, her anticipation being sky high since the moment she found out exactly where they were headed.

Daniel chuckled and checked the ETA on his phone. "Almost, honey."

"Daniel, don't lie to Annalise," Sam chastised, his sunglasses catching in the light of the sun as he turned his head towards the driver.

"I'm not, Sam. We're almost there." Danny pointed to his phone, the screen showing an ETA of 5 minutes.

Sam let out a quiet "oh" before turning his torso to look at the little girl in the backseat. "Are you excited for Disney, Lise-y?"

The little girl shrieked in excitement, her hands clapping together as a smile lit up her face. It caused both adults in the car to smile, Annalise's enthusiasm contagious.

It wasn't long until they were able to find a parking spot and get into the park. The sun was hot as its rays beat down upon their skin, Daniel feeling his hair heating up already.

Annalise was in Sammy's arms, a tiara in her black curly hair that matched her Rapunzel dress. She hadn't stopped smiling since she woke up.

"Ok," Danny started, "where do we wanna go first?" His eyes landed on his daughter, already knowing the answer without having to ask.

"RAPUNZEL!!" she screamed, Sam wincing at her shrill voice right next to his ear.

The two adults locked eyes momentarily. "So, Magic Kingdom?"

Sam nodded, using his free hand to rub his ringing ear.

The three of them walked to the Magic Kingdom, Annalise holding both Sam and Daniel's hands as they both lifted her up into the air every time she would ask them to. Each time they hoisted her up she would giggle loudly, her feet kicking excitedly. Daniel would feel his heart soar each time her laugh filled his ears, a gigantic smile adorning his lips. He would glance in Sam's direction when that would happen, finding a grin just as big as his own on Sam's face.

When they finally reached the location where Princess Rapunzel was, they had to wait in line. Thankfully, the wait wasn't long. While Annalise was a beautiful and lovely child - seriously, an angel that any parent would ever dream of - her patience was not endless. However, her fussiness was worth the way she smiled when she got to hug the Rapunzel actress.

"I love you, Rapunzel!!" Annalise exclaimed as she went int for a third hug. Sam whimpered behind his phone camera, his free hand covering his heart.

"Daniel, get in there," Sam whispered, gesturing with his hand towards Annalise and the princess.

"This is her moment-"

"She's your daughter, Dan. This is your moment, too," Sam reasoned, his attention focused on pointing his phone at the little girl.

Daniel couldn't argue with that. Sam always knew how to argue to make his point.

"Well, by that logic, this is also your moment," Daniel refuted, giving Sam a look.

"Would you all like a picture?" a woman behind them asked. The two men looked at her, noticing she was in a Disney uniform.

"We would love one!" Sam answered, a blindingly bright smile on his face. He grabbed Daniel's arm and puled him towards the princess and his daughter.

Upon realizing that her fathers were joining her, Annalise clapped her hands together and made grabby hands towards Daniel. Unable to say no to her, Danny whisked her into her arms and twirled her around. Annalise laughed boisterously, her tiny arms wrapping around her father's neck.

He hadn't even realized that the photographer had said "say cheese" until after he had kissed his daughter on the cheek, the flash of the camera the thing that finally caught his attention.

"Oh, we're framing this," Sam decided as he looking into the screen of the camera the photographer was showing him. Daniel leaned over Sam's shoulder to see the tooth-rotting sight of him kissing his beaming daughter while Sam and the princess looked on with expressions that told Daniel just how melted their hearts were.

Daniel couldn't exactly argue with that. He wanted this photo on every wall in his house.

"It was lovely meeting you, Annalise! Enjoy the kingdom!" The Rapunzel actress waved goodbye at the five-year-old with a bright smile.

"Goodbye, Rapunzel!! I love you!!" Annalise waved vigorously with both hands.

As the three of them left the princess, Annalise fussed to be let down, wanting to walk. Daniel obliged, letting his daughter roam.

"Don't forget, Jake wants us to get him something from Pirates of the Caribbean while we're here," Danny reminded, turning his head towards Sam.

"We should get him Elizabeth's medallion," Sam suggested, looking Daniel in the eyes as he looped his arm through Danny's.

"Oh, he'd love that."

Daniel felt a tiny hand wrap around his free hand, looking down to see his daughter looking around the park in awe as she stuck close to her father's side. He was suddenly overwhelmed with the amount of love he felt. He couldn't ask for anything more.

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If you couldn't tell, I was inspired by the recent GVF Disney sighting.

Hope you guys enjoy!!

@t00turnttrauma @ofthecaravel

#greta van fleet #greta van fic #blurb requests #danny wagner #daniel robert wagner #danny gvf #sam kiszka #samuel francis kiszka #sammy gvf #sanny gvf #fluff #kid fic #jake kiszka #jake gvf #josh kiszka #josh gvf #sam x daniel

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sungbeam · 2 years

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𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

nonidol!boo seungkwan x reader

0.8k words, reader wears a dress, fluff?/humor, you and seungkwan make a deal lmao

a/n: okay tbh this was actually supposed to be the prologue to the seungkwan smau "hey stupid ily" but i'm running v low on smau juice and it prob won't happen at this rate, so i figured it read pretty well as a standalone drabble anyhow

The last dance of one's high school career would always be the most surreal. For you, it was not the announcement of prom court, or the photo booth in the lobby that you and your best friend definitely abused earlier. No, it was you and said best friend, Boo Seungkwan, standing beneath the neon strobe lights of your high school prom, and making a promise. A deal, if you would.

"It's not like I'm an anti-romantic," you ranted to Seungkwan with your voice raised so he could hear you above the ear-shattering volume of Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud, "but what're they gonna do when they go off to college, y'know? The year's practically ended."

Seungkwan nodded vigorously in agreement, staring out into the sea of awkwardly dancing couples. He grimaced, leaning toward you to say in your ear. "Half of them don't last anyway."

"More like eighty percent of them."

He suddenly frowned. He plucked a sour patch kid out of the packet in his hand, then tilted the bag toward you to offer you one. "Don't you think it's so sad to think about how some of us might end up alone in life?"

This had you shrugging your shoulders half-heartedly. "It's life, isn't it? But yeah, it is kinda sad." You played with the fabric of your prom dress, a floor length monstrosity that was such a bother to dance in now that you had swapped your heels out for your more comfortable sneakers. Seungkwan had matched his tie color to your dress—a rich and pretty dark purple. Neither of you had been asked to the prom because you had both claimed each other for your own. Better to spend your last high school dance with your best friend than an icky date… right?

But thank God the both of you were going to the same university. You couldn't imagine your life without your best boo.

"Wouldn't it be so much better if people had, like, a fail-safe?" Seungkwan pondered aloud. He made a noise of mild dissatisfaction when he couldn't find the exact words. "You know what I mean? Like if they didn't have to worry about not ending up alone—"

"—because they knew they could always fall back on someone?" You completed.

Seungkwan nodded. "Exactly! Like—like for example—" he gestured with his hands between the two of you, "—if a pair of best friends agreed that at age 30, if they were both still alone, they would get married."

"Oh yeah. I mean, I would definitely feel a lot more reassured."

"Mhm."

A moment passed between the two of you, both looking out at the couples beginning to step away from each other as the song came to its soft conclusion. And then EXO's Growl came on, and suddenly, couples were no longer leaving room for Jesus in their dancing.

It seemed both you and Seungkwan got the same idea at the same time, because you looked back at each other with a nervous sheen in both of your eyes. There was a sort of understanding between the two of you—that being the other's best friend came with a higher meaning and duty. You were loyal to your best friend first and it was the same for Seungkwan.

You cleared your throat. "Hey, if we're still single by, like, I dunno—"

"21?" Seungkwan offered.

"—Sure, 21. If we're still single by then, we'll just date each other." It was the simplest thing in the world; why wouldn't you just date your best friend, the one person you could rely on most?

Seungkwan stuck his hands in his pants pockets. "We should try to help each other out, though. Show of good faith, you know. Like we set each other up and find dates for each other, so it's not like we're purposely trying to fallback on our fail-safe." He laughed, cupping the back of his neck. "Or else we might as well just date each other now."

You laughed, too, and you wouldn't realize just how anxious both you and Seungkwan sounded. "That's true. Alright, you have a deal, Boo Seungkwan."

"Shall we drink to it?"

The next thing you knew, you and Seungkwan had escaped out into the cool night with matching paper cups of shitty artificial lemonade in your hands. You toasted to your newfound hope and promise, cups clashing, liquid sloshing.

"To never being alone!" Seungkwan cheered with a grin.

You shared his expression. "To never being alone!"

And as the both of you downed the lemonade in one go and choked on the disgusting flavor, neither of you would realize just how much trouble this deal would bring the both of you in the near future.

a/n: lol i actually wouldn't mind making drabble snapshots of the og plot of hey stupid ily as sequels to this

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seradae · 7 months

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Transplant [TF/agender] [TF/TF?] [robotics] [trans feels] [robofucking] [The Spire]

"I have spent the last few days thinking about how to say this, but I think I want to change bodies. I know this is the one you picked for me, but it just doesn't feel right, the more I learn about myself." Q sighed, looking at its feet. "I think I'm a woman. I feel like a woman; I want my body to reflect that. I hope that isn't too disappointing."

Jess looked at it and frowned, seeing the fear and worry and confusion. She sat down on the bed next to it and said softly, "I love you, no matter what your gender is or your body looks and feels like. Thank you for telling me! I'm really proud of you." She gave it a kiss on the forehead and wrapped it in a big hug.

"I love you too. You're not upset with me?" It asked, looking at her.

Jess couldn't help but laugh a little bit and gave it a reassuring headbutt. "Upset? You realize I'm trans too, right? I love that you're learning more about yourself and that you trusted me!" It giggled and visibly cheered up.

"I... didn't really consider that this does make me trans, doesn't it? I wasn't assigned a gender when I was brought online, but damn. I guess we're properly T4T now, and not just trans for transformer," it grinned, entirely too proud of itself for that joke.

She laughed and held it tight. "Well, I guess we're going shopping! Not gonna lie, I'm a little envious you get to so easily swap bodies, even if it's likely gonna take some getting used to."

"True. Maybe someday we can get you out of that flesh and into a fresh new robot body. But for now, you can help me customize!" It nuzzled her and smiled contently.

She stroked its back, yearning for that opportunity. "A girl can dream! What are you thinking in terms of names and pronouns?"

"I think Q fits me, but maybe we could have it stand for something? I've been thinking about Quinn, but I'm not sure yet. For pronouns, she/her!" She blushed softly, thinking about the prospect of keeping it/its for kink scenes, but decided to bring that up later.

"Want to try out the name? No pressure to keep using it; I went through three before I settled on mine." Jess took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

She blushed harder and whispered, "yes please!" The eagerness made Jess grin, knowing exactly how that feels.

Jess stood up and pulled her to her feet, wrapping her arms around Q's waist, then looked into her eyes and spoke. "I love you, Quinn. And you make me happy."

She was quiet for a moment and then simply said, "I... like that a lot."

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They stood on the sales floor of Phantom Robotics and walked around the display units, pointing out features they each thought would fit her well. "I love her hips!" "I could see myself scratching that back..."

Once she had a rough idea of what she wanted to look like, they talked to a sales assistant, who pulled out a tablet. On it, she was able to customize her new body from top to bottom, getting occasional advice and input from Jess.

After choosing body parts, skin color, and programmable hair coloration, the assistant spoke up. "Okay, I have to do the salesman thing now. We have some new features that weren't available when you were made. We can add them now, and even if you make further drastic changes to your body, you'll be able to carry them over. Want to hear about them?"

They looked at each other and in unison said, "YES!"

"I figured, Jess," he chuckled; they ran in similar circles and knew each other by reputation, if nothing else. "First, we can integrate a Personal Mobility Unit. You would be able to fly freely in zero G, inside and outside of The Spire. It's also honestly just really fun."

He paused for a moment and then continued. "We can also give you modular genitals, allowing you to mix and match as you see fit; some of the accessories are... Interesting, to put it mildly. Finally, we can give you attachment points for additional arms. But as you know, there are many things other than arms that can be attached. Just something to think about."

Jess flushed, knowing that robotic tentacles had already been developed. She grabbed Quinn's hand and squeezed. "Your choice, sweet. You know I'm down for anything."

Quinn looked at her and she nodded. "Let's do it all!"

"I thought so! Okay, I just put in the order. Now, you will have to be disassembled to transfer your main boards over and put your new body together. It shouldn't take more than 30 minutes or so."

Jess pulled her in for a tight hug and kissed her tenderly. "I love you, sweet! I'm proud of you and I'm so excited for you."

"I love you too, and I'll see you on the other side!"

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"How are you feeling, sweet? It's been a big day," Jess said softly, laying next to her girlfriend and stroking her currently-pink hair.

Quinn turned to her, nuzzling her hand. "I feel so, so good, love! I feel... like me. Thank you." She kissed Jess's nose and smiled.

Jess kissed her softly and whispered, "you deserve it. You deserve everything."

"And we both deserve to test out all my new functionality..." She trailed off, looking pleadingly up at her.

Jess had a wry grin as she asked, "you wanna go fly around in zero G? Right now?"

"Or you could fuck my circuits out; your call." Jess pulled her in close and kissed her deeply, fingernails trailing down her side. "So, not flying I take it." She grabbed Jess's hand gently and slid it down to her thighs.

"I love you being mine," she said, her fingers gripping the squishy simulated flesh of her robo girl. Then she slowly slid her hand up and felt the heat coming from her electronic pussy. "Fuck," she whimpered, biting her lip.

Her middle finger slid into Quinn, hearing a moan escape her lips. It didn't matter that the warmth, the wetness, the texture was artificial; the feelings -- physical and emotional -- were not. She felt her girl squeezing around her, adjusting to the new sensations.

Slowly, she began to move in and out, praising her as she did so. "You're being such a good girl for me. Tell me what you want and it's yours." She slid a second finger into her as she spoke the second part.

Quinn looked at her pleadingly and whispered, "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you cum inside me and claim me. Please?" Jess couldn't help but flush and let out a whimper at the sweet, naughty, romantic request.

She pulled her fingers out and licked them, tasting the sweet fluids; a big upgrade from the oil-based lubricant they had to use with her previous body. She kissed her gently and climbed between her legs, rubbing the tip of her girlcock against her. Quinn looked at her again and said softly, "please?"

She didn't need to be asked again, sliding into her slowly and letting out a low moan. "Fuuck-" She pushed into her, feeling her clenching. Once she was as deep as she could go, she leaned down and kissed her softly. "How's it feel, sweet?"

Quinn's pupils turned to hearts as she mewled, "just like it should, love: so. good." She punctuated the last words with intentional squeezes. "Now, please fuck me to pieces."

Jess pulled out before plunging deeply into her girlfriend, the two moaning in unison. She began to fuck her, gradually faster and faster. Their feelings both intensified, Quinn's legs wrapping around her and grasping tight.

Jess fucked harder and faster, her breath growing ragged as she got closer and closer, moaning wildly as her girlfriend began to vibrate around her cock. Quinn looked into her eyes, her pupils expanding starbursts, and begged sweetly. "Will you please cum in me, love?" And that was all it took. She thrust deep inside her beloved robo girl and exploded with a loud moan, feeling the walls of her new pussy milking every drop of girlcum out.

Suddenly, Quinn's legs pulled her in even more deeply and her eyes turned to static as her first orgasm ripped through her new body. She could feel her servos seizing and grinding, fighting against each other as the newfound sensations overstimulated her mind. Slowly, she regained control and looked up at Jess with her eyes wide open.

Jess leaned down to kiss her and whispered, "I love you, sweet. And I like this new body... A lot."

Quinn returned the kiss and smiled. "I could feel every bit of you. I can even feel your cum in me, love. Oh my god, this new body is amazing. YOU are amazing!"

Jess slowly pulled out of her and cuddled to her side. "That is so hot I almost want to do it again, but I'm exhausted now and I suspect you have a lot to process."

Quinn nodded and rested her head against her love's. The two laid in contented silence together for some time. Finally, Jess spoke. "I still can't believe I ended up in love with a dysphoric robot. It happened to every 'cis' human I dated, but damn."

Quinn leaned to the side to lock eyes with her and grinned wide. "At least you didn't make me a non-binary robot; can you imagine how confused I'd be?"

The two laughed together, cuddling tightly and basking in their shared love.

#txt #nsftumblr #lesbian #robot nsft #romantic smut #robofucker #transfem #t4t nsft #the spire #yet another story on The Spire

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kayssweetdreams · 10 months

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A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 31

TW: NEEDLES!

Meanwhile, With Thea...

Thea was now officially at her wits end. She had it with Prim's ridiculous voice training, with the insane amount of 'rules' she had to follow, and the fact that she has to do this, or she would never see her daughter again. She snapped out of thoughts when that annoying voice teach smacked a stick to the wall, a glare on her face "Miss Bruno. This will go a lot faster if you will just stay on TASK." She snapped.

Thea rolled her eyes "I'm doing this against my will you know. I don't WANT to be here." She pointed out, reminding that teacher that she wasn't doing this WILLINGLY. The woman narrowed her eyes "Now you see here. I don't want to be here either, dealing with YOU. I was supposed to be lounging on a beach, with a coconut in hand. Instead, I'm here, trying to make sure that you actually COOPERATE." The teacher shot back. The two women got into a glaring match, until Prim's voice could he heard from a nearby P.A. system "Thea. Get up here. We have some things to talk about for the big day."

The teacher gave Thea a smug look "Well Well. Guess the boss wants to make your performance even more "perfect" She said, mockingly waving to the door. Thea rolled her eyes and left, but not without giving that wretched teacher a kick to the knee. Walking away from the practice room, she was then grabbed, and pulled down a darker hallway, with a hand slapped up against her mouth "Shh! Mrs Bruno. I'm on your side." A teenage voice said. Thea stopped her panic as she took a closer look at her attacker.

To her surprise, it was a teenage girl with green hair and glassss. "It's OK. I wanna take down Prim too, but we don't have a lot of time. You have to do exactly as I say. Alright?" She asked. Thea, not seeing a choice nodded, hoping that this mysterious teen really was on her side...

Meanwhile, In Another Part of The Hotel...

Jett and Skarlett glared at the scientist that was currently tied up in Lance's tentacles. The negative maestro had not let the poor guy down ever since he found him, and told them the cure. When Cass asked why he didn't let him go, Lance replied that he wanted to actually know if the cure was ACTUALLY legitimate, and that he wasn't sending them on a wild goose chase...even though he was violently shaking in Lance's grasp.

"So...I guess we need demon blood..." Aria said, a raised eyebrow on her face "Y-Yes. That is all that is left!" The scientist stuttered. The maestros raised an eyebrow, and you couldn't blame them...after all, Demon Blood is a strange ingredient for an antidote. "You better not be fibbing, or so help me. When we're through you're gonna be sorry." Lance said, hanging the terrified man in front of him...upside down. "I-IT'LL WORK!! I-I PROMISE!!" The scientist screamed/stuttered.

Jett and Skarlett also were suspicious. But they didn't see any choice. Without their blood the cure was useless. Spotting a couple of nearby syringes, Skarlett grabbed them "C'mon. Let's just get this over with." She said. Jett, while not finding joy in sticking a needle into his body...again, he knew that doing this may be the key to stopping the pill, and one step closer to stopping Prim, and whoever she was working with. "OK...On 3." He said.

Skarlett nods as they angle the needles at their arms "1...2...3!" On the final number, the two of them stick the needles into their skin, and they pull in some of their blood. The strange liquid gave a pale glow, as faint sparks of electricity shot through the needle. When they have enough, they pull them out. "Alright. We got it." Jett says, showing the needles to Balan and Lance. The two maestros, while reluctant, smiled at the ingredient. "Brilliant! That is just what we need! Now here's to hoping that the cure does succeed...

Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

Jett, Skarlett, and Maxie belong to @jettthespeeddemon

#Balan Wonderworld

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krys-loves-otome · 11 months

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Different Universe, Same Love: Magic AU

"Oi! Broer! Hondje! We need to reach town before sunset! Hurry it up back there!"

"Okay, Theo!" Vincent called back, holding out his hand to the little healer mage, Abby, at his side, helping her step over a low branch that would have tripped her.

"We've still got plenty of daylight left," he reassured Abby, "Theo's just worried about us using up too much of our energy from the fighting earlier."

"How are you holding up? You used a lot of mana in that last fight against the manticore."

"I-I'm okay." she said, "I still have one more potion left in my bag so that should hold until we reach town."

"Are you sure? You look a little pale and your hand feels very warm."

"Mhmm!" She nodded with a smile.

Vincent still tightened his grip on her hand, keeping to her pace.

"This path is so beautiful…" she said absentmindedly, admiring the colorful flowers.

"Yeah," Vincent said, "if we weren't in a rush, I would have liked to paint them."

Vincent glanced ahead, seeing Theo talking to Arthur. Or bickering, with the way Theo was scowling and the eternally mischievous grin on Arthurs's face.

"But, we do need to conserve our strength and resources. Perhaps I can ask Theo if we can stay in town for a few days, so I can paint the flowers with you, if you'd like."

"Really? I would-!" She fell forward, Vincent's surprisingly strong arms for his class, catching her before she hit the ground.

"Careful!" Vincent helped her to stand upright, brushing her bangs out of her face, his hand lingering on her forehead.

"…Theo, Arthur!" He called, taking Abby's staff out of her hands. "Take our staves. Abby isn't feeling well."

"V-Vincent, I can-"

"No way, Hondje." Theo took her staff, noting her flushed cheeks. "You pass out and we're all in trouble."

"You sure you don't want one of us to carry her, mate?" Arthur offered, "Magic users aren't exactly known for having great strength-"

His words vanished on his tongue as Vincent easily into his arms with a tiny squeak from the little bird. Theo smirked.

"He might be an elemental mage, but Broer has strength to match any brawler or sword-wielder. And beat them."

"Bloody hell," Arthur whispered, staring in disbelief. "Guess… there are exceptions."

"Naturally." Theo said proudly , then turned back to Vincent. "Do you want to rest here?"

"How far off is the town?"

"We can make it there in less than an hour, if we move fast."

Vincent nodded.

"Keep an eye out for fever reducing plants, both of you. Maybe even a restoring fountain if we're lucky."

They also nodded and turned to move on ahead.

"Vincent, I… I'm so sorry…"

"Rest, schatje." Vincent said, readjusting his grip for speed and followed Theo and Arthur at a brisk pace. "We'll find an inn to recover in once we get to town. You'll be good as new then."

Abby laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

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Another entry down! Only one more to go!

I know the prompt said circus/magic au, but I couldn't think of much for the circus theme, so I just went with my first thought at seeing magic, which was a sort of OG Final Fantasy kinda setting.

Many thanks again to Mo (@xxsycamore) and Julie (@queengiuliettafirstlady) for hosting this event once again!

Also, Happy World Watercolor Month, I'm gonna try to do most of my July artworks in watercolors (with help as needed with pencils and digital effects that I couldn't replicate in analog).

#different universe same love ccc #ikemen vampire #vincent van gogh (ikevamp)#ikevamp oc #abigail clarke (oc)#this almost got away from me #so many ideas for ff abbygail and vince #maybe I'll use them for future wip wednesdays #or something #and come up with other classes for the other mansion residents #like I know I wanna Isaac as another elemental mage bc gravity magic #Naps and Jean as knights or paladins #so many bards #so so many bards #for this story in particular #Arthur was in the thief class #And Theo was a fighter #might change if I decide to make more this au

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unclewaynemunson · 1 year

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Hello. For your prompts, 14, Ronance if you please. :)

Aaahh I knew you were gonna ask for ronance if you'd see that post :D As always, thank you, I love spewing out some more ronance content again :)))

14. things you said after you kissed me

Nancy rested her forehead against Robin's, panting, shutting her eyes to hold onto that addicting sensation of Robin's lips against her own.

'Nancy,' Robin whispered into the space between their faces, and it made Nancy pull back slightly, so she could properly see Robin's face. There was something in the way Robin had said her name that made her feel like something was wrong - and the look on Robin's face confirmed that. Her eyebrows were arched into a frown, and she was nervously biting on her lower lip.

'I don't think I can do this anymore.'

Nancy could feel how her mouth fell open, how a What?! stayed stuck in her throat, because what the hell? Why was this happening? She couldn't have misread it all, could she? All those times they had passionately made out over the past weeks, going on dates, enjoying each other's company, both clearly excited by what they were building together... Was Robin already tired of it before it could even grow into something more serious? Or had she been playing pretend this whole time? Had Nancy been stupid and lovesick enough to miss all kinds of clues that were right in front of her? How could she have been so wrong about what Robin felt for her?

By the time she finally managed to get the What the hell? out of her throat, Robin's frown had grown even more anxious.

'I am so sorry, Nancy, I just - I think if we don't stop this, I'll start caring too much about you and I can't do that. You're the prettiest girl I ever met, and you're super smart and cool and interesting and I can never stop smiling when I'm around you, and when we kiss, I just feel so much, it's like I'll explode, and I just - I can't take it anymore.'

Nancy stared at Robin, desperately trying to wrap her head around what was happening.

'You wanna break up with me because you... like me too much?'

It sounded even more ridiculous saying it out loud, but Robin nodded like it made complete sense.

'I'm so sorry - I probably should've told you way sooner, but I didn't know how to bring it up and I was really enjoying this whole thing so I didn't wanna ruin it, but - I'm a lesbian, Nance.'

Nancy started to feel like she and Robin were having two entirely different conversations with each other.

'Yeah, I know,' she said, unable to keep the annoyance at her complete incomprehension about what the fuck was happening out of her voice.

'You know?' Robin echoed, as if that was some big surprising revelation.

'Um, yeah, it'd be pretty weird to be dating you if you weren't, wouldn't it?'

'Wait, what?' Robin now stared at her with an expression that matched exactly how confused Nancy was feeling. 'We're dating?!'

'Are we not dating?!' Nancy all but yelled back at her. 'Wait - what did you think this was, exactly?'

'I dunno, you trying some new things to get over Jonathan or something - were we dating this whole time?'

'Do you think I shove my tongue down all my friends' throats?!'

A blush was rapidly coloring Robin's cheeks in a burning shade of red. 'Well, if you put it like that, it sounds a bit crazy,' she muttered.

She wasn't quite looking into Nancy's eyes anymore, and Nancy grabbed one of Robin's hands while gently cupping the other one around Robin's chin to get her to look at her again.

'Robbie,' she said, softly, 'I like you so, so much. I had no idea you didn't know. But just to make things super clear: I think you're insanely hot, and you're the funniest person I know, and I love spending time with you, and I am addicted to the way you kiss me. Do you wanna date me? Officially?'

Slowly, a smile started to spread over Robin's face, finally chasing away that anxious frown. It was a truly beautiful sight.

Robin nodded. 'Yeah, I'd like that,' she said, sounding slightly breathless.

Nancy rested her forehead against Robin's again, tangled her fingers in the lower ends of her hair.

'I can't believe you didn't know.' An involuntary giggle escaped her lips, causing Robin to give her a playful nudge against her shoulder.

'Can we go back to kissing, please, so I won't have to suffer you making fun of me?'

Nancy leaned forward into Robin's space, softly pressing their lips together, but pulling back before it could turn into a real kiss. She smiled.

'Yeah, we can definitely do that. I'll save the making fun of you for afterwards.'

#prompt list #needed some ronance idiots to lovers :D #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #fruity ficlet

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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Part 3

Actually making his way through the grasses was pretty easy once he got started. And soon, Steve's spirits were back up again. He was dry now too so he was feeling much better. Still, he wasn't quite sure where he was going. He knew of the cardinal directions, but he didn't know where exactly his house lied.

"Maybe I should've read more books on geography", he said to himself, kicking a stray pebble.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?", a smooth voice was heard from further down the path. But it was very oily sort of smooth.

Steve looked up and saw a very sharply dressed beetle. Something about him said bad news.

"I'm just a person trying to get home", Steve said, attempting to walk around with minimal contact when they got close.

The beetle grabbed his hand and twirled him around until his back was against the stem of a mushroom.

"What's the hurry? This neck of the woods gets real fun after dark. William Hargrove's the name. But pretty boys like you can call me Billy."

"Okay, Billy", Steve said as he shoved him away. "It was nice meeting you, but I've gotta get going." The sleave was rolling off him in waves and Steve needed to get away.

"Don't be in such a rush, princess. I know how to show you a good time~" He grabbed Steve's hand and kissed the back of it. An action that when Eddie did it, made him melt. Now he felt ice cold and like he needed a bath. Especially when Billy started to kiss up his arm.

"You're-!", Steve snatched his arm away. "Being awfully familiar. I don't even know you."

"I've told you my name already Toots, try to keep up."

"Toots?"

"Listen, you shouldn't be goin' home. The place to be is with me. And where I'm going someone like you could take center stage."

Steve raised a brow. "Me on a stage? Doing what?"

"With the face like yours, who gives a shit?"

It was official. He didn't like this guy. But beetles did have wings so...

"What if in exchange for performing, you fly me...up there", he pointed to a tree. From up there, he could see if he was getting anywhere close to home.

"Heh, pretty big order. You gonna sing big too?"

"Not sure what that means~", Steve said in a sing-song voice. "But if we have a deal~?"

He held out his hand which Billy took without a thought and pulled him into his arms. Was he actually going to get somewhere in his journey?

"I'll take you on a flight, pretty boy. But we're gonna go where I want."

Steve let out a gasp as they lifted into the air. Of course it couldn't be that easy. And Billy flew so fast and so wild, Steve couldn't even tell up from down, much less try and see if his house was in sight. After the trip, he was so disoriented, he didn't quite know what was going on until someone tried to take off his shirt.

That brought him back to reality and he shooed everyone out of the room, sort of swept up in the preparation. He realized he was in a dressing room and if the mannequin in the corner was any indication, that was his outfit for the evening. Steve let out a sigh. Didn't feel like he had much of a choice.

Maybe Billy would be more accommodating once he went through with this. He'd been keeping up his end after all.

"Just hope he doesn't expect a perfect performance with zero rehearsal."

Thankfully, Billy had kept to one part of his word. He really didn't have to do anything but stand on the stage and look pretty. Pretty being in an outfit that had him looking more insectoid, antenna and butterfly like wings to match. Even Steve had to admit that it felt a little nice to simply stand there and bask in the adoration of a bunch of strangers in the crowd.

It didn't quite feel the same as the way Eddie looked at him, or complimented him, but it was something. Then Billy twirled him too hard and the costume came apart. The next thing Steve heard was a bunch of boos.

To those with hard exoskeletons and feelers, Steve was much too squishy looking to be considered attractive. And it shouldn't have surprised him when Billy flipped like a coin.

"Sorry princess. Guess you're just too ugly."

That....that had cut a lot deeper than Steve had expected. He kept his eyes down as he was booed off stage and changed back into his own clothes, feeling delirious with emotion. No one even glanced at him as he left the club.

Night had completely fallen, which meant Eddie would've already came and went. He could've decided that Steve wasn't worth his time and wasn't even looking for him. Steve found a young tree to climb up onto and sit on a branch.

It was only a few feet of the ground but after being kidnapped, swimming, then drowning, walking for hours, and not a single meal to show for it, he was exhausted.

"Hey, you're still out here", Dustin said as he landed on the branch.

"Yeah I'm still here", Steve replied, not feeling up to conversation with a baby bird right now.

But Dustin must have been more empathetic then he seemed, because he just looked at him for a moment. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Apparently that was all it took because now the floodgates were opened. "I'm so, so tired. I'm hungry. And that-! That beetle!" His anger deflated as the last couple of hours caught up with him. "He said I was ugly", he said, voice full of dejection.

......"Is that it?"

"Dustin, just shut up. You don't understand."

"You're right. I don't. So he called you ugly, so what? Do you believe him?"

"It's not that simple-"

"It actually is. Did you feel flattered when those toads wanted to marry you?"

"No."

"And if the beetle wanted to marry you?"

"Barf."

"What if the fairy prince wants to?"

The way Steve's shoulders went up and he looked away with a look in his eyes that was both bashful and dreamy was all the answer Dustin needed.

"Alright then, that's settled. Eddie thinks you're pretty. S'all that matters." Dustin settled into Steve's side like he belonged there. His downy feathers were both soft and warm, perfect for a night that was starting to get cold.

"As for your hunger, I'll teach you how to forage tomorrow. It's about time you got some survival skills." Then Dustin let out a chirpy yawn and was almost immediately asleep. Steve decided to go with it and fell asleep next to him.

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Despite Steve's worries, Eddie was indeed looking for him, diligently in fact. He flew on Honey's back even as the autumnal gusts blew them both around and tossed orange leaves their way.

Every time he thought about Steve out there alone, it spurred him on. He had promised his mother that he would bring her son home.

Whenever he thought back to that night, he thought of what-ifs. The biggest one, what if he didn't leave and instead just stayed over for the next few hours just talking? Eddie would've been fine with that, even if his Uncle Wayne found them. Maybe they would've even done more than talking. Eddie certainly wouldn't have turned away from a kiss.

He was so lost in that thought, it was only thanks to Honey that they didn't collide with an old well.

"Thanks Hon. And sorry. Gotta focus. Gotta focus."

When he found Steve he was never letting him go.

A/N: Steve and Thumbelina are actually the same character in that they are constantly put into situations and judged on superficial features and in this essay I will

Part 5

Tag team:

@telidina

@novelnovella

@ajeff855

@mars-the-witch

@ceejay-955

@punctualhowell

@child-of-cthulu

@estrellami-1

@cupcakesnwhiskey

@spectrum-spectre

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #thumbelina au #steve harrington #i am in fact a lover of harringrove #but billy is perfectly greasy for the beetle

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daintylovers · 4 days

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Young Loves

1.4 Magic Bullet

Teen Wolf x Aurora Young (oc)

"So, Derek isn't the one who bit Scott?" I questioned Stiles. From what the spaz just told me, Scott paid our friend a visit last night.

"Nope," he said, popping the p for dramatics.

"Then...who did?"

"That's the best part," he said, getting really excited, "No one knows." and then his face dropped and he looked as miserable as I felt. I seriously needed to start catching up on my sleep.

"Why don't we ever know anything?"

He slung his arm around my shoulder, walking me to my class, "Because, Rory, we are idiots!"

"Being an idiot isn't fun" I grumbled.

****

After class, I met up with Lydia and Allison for our next class.

"We're just studying together." I heard Allison start.

"Ally, don't you know that just studying is never just studying?" I chimed in, scaring the girl a little.

"Jeez Rory, could you try not to sneak up like that. My heart's going a mile a minute." she laughed.

Lydia interjected, "She's not wrong though. Studying is never just studying. It's like getting into a hot tub- someone always manages to cope with a feel."

Watching Allison's face drop a little, I held onto her arm, resting my head on her as we walked. "If it's any consolation, I would totally ask to cope a feel in the hot tub," I said, both girls erupting into giggles.

"Wait, wait, wait, you would ask her but not me? Your first best friend?"

"Sorry Lyd's, I figured we were just naturally on that level. But if it makes you feel extra special, I'll ask twice for you."

The redhead smiled, "Thank you Aurora, how generous."

Allison steered the conversation back, clearly nervous, "Guys, seriously though, what's that supposed to mean?"

We all knew she knew exactly what it meant, but her asking just confirmed she had it bad for Scott.

"Just make sure he covers up" Lydia shrugged.

"Lyd's, you don't seriously think they're gonna have sex tonight?"

"Why not? Jackson and I did it on our second date. This is what, your third?"

Ally and I let out matching nervous laughs, I'm guessing for similar reasons. Noticing our shy demeanor, Lydia continued, "Okay, fine. But maybe just give him a little taste."

At the same time, Ally and I asked, "What's a little taste?"

"Jesus, you guys are like matching Disney Princesses, with wide eyes. A little taste is whatever you're comfortable doing. It's supposed to be low stakes, if Scott's who we think he is. Everything will be fine, stop worrying."

Allison seemed satisfied with that answer and dropped the subject. While I couldn't stop thinking about it. It wasn't my business to know how far they would go tonight. But I knew Scott was a virgin. I was guessing Allison was one too.

And I sure as hell was one.

Suddenly I was starting to feel very left out of the sexual sphere that everyone else seemed to be occupying to some extent.

Omg was I a loser virgin who couldn't drive?

****

I was lost in my thoughts the rest of the day, insecurity eating me alive.

I was pretty, smart, funny, and popular. Fuck- I was a catch.

But why had I never had a boyfriend? Or even just a moment of fumbling around awkwardly with someone. No first kiss. No anything.

I was so preoccupied with myself that I didn't notice the body in front of me until I crashed into it.

Like a brick wall, the figure didn't move but made sure to grip my waist so I wouldn't fall on impact.

Catching my breath, I looked up to see my biggest fan, whose grip was getting tighter by the minute.

"Derek! What the fuck!" I yelped, stepping away instantly.

I'll give it to him. On average, he could be cute, if he wasn't so scary.

But right now? It looked like he was being cast off the earth, pale and evil-looking. Like he was being possessed by some sort of ancient spirit who was using his body as a vessel and decimating it by the second.

"Aurora," he wheezed out, "I need Scott."

I blinked up at him, "How the hell am I supposed to know where he is?"

He lifted up his shirt sleeve to reveal the gnarliest-looking wound I had ever seen, "Because if you don't help me at least find him, I'm gonna give you a matching wound."

Not willing to call his bluff, I tugged his sleeve down and looped an arm around his waist.

We managed to make it to the parking lot, receiving strange looks the whole way, when we almost got run over.

I was closest to the car, not paying attention, when Derek turned us violently, so he was in the way.

The car slammed on the brakes, and I heard a familiar voice ring out, "Rory! Derek! What the fuck?!"

Stiles hops out of his car, making sure neither of us is harmed. Well, giving Derek a quick glance over, before pulling me to him, scanning me for any wounds.

With no one helping him stand, Derek collapses onto the street.

"Rory- I, oh my god what is he doing here?"

Scott runs over just in time, "What the hell?"

He leans down to question/help Derek up and I hear something about him being shot. Which makes sense, but there was no exit wound. The bullet was still inside his arm?! I was going to throw up.

"Why aren't you healing?" Good question, I hadn't thought about that.

"It wasn't a normal kind of bullet."

Stiles geeks out and Scott has a look that crosses his face. He knows something we don't. "That's what she meant by he has 48 hours."

Derek starts huffing, closing his eyes in pain. When he opens them, they're bright blue. He goes to speak, but fangs peek out of his mouth.

"What are you doing? Stop!" we all exclaim.

"I can't" the man growls.

There a crowd that has gathered around us, so I make the executive decision. "Guy's get him in the car."

"What? Ew- no way. He can't go in my car!"

Scott moves to place Derek in the car despite the protests from the owner. I slid into the backseat, as Stiles reluctantly entered his own vehicle.

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used."

Scott almost chokes, "What?! How am I supposed to do that?"

As if we were supposed to know, Derek deadpans, "Because she's one of them. She's an Argent." Oh my fucking god. This family was literally going to be the death of us all. "Scott, you need me. And right now, I need you."

Scott turns his attention to the driver, "Just get him out of here."

"I hate you so much for this."

****

"Hey! Try not to bleed out on my seats!"

Trying to alleviate the tension, I say, "Don't worry, we're almost there."

Derek's neck almost snaps, from the speed with which he turns to face me, "Almost where?"

Stiles pipes up, "Your house. Where else?"

Derek turns his attention, "No! I can't go there."

I make a face, "Why not?"

He grunts, "I can't protect myself. And you two definitely can't protect anyone." Ouch.

Stiles has had enough. He swerves, pulling away from the main road before slamming on his brakes. Even with my seatbelt, I go flying. Derek has an arm out catching me before I can blink. "Stiles, what the fuck?!" I exclaim.

Ignoring me, he turns his body to be front and center with the werewolf, "What happens when Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet, huh? What? Are you dying?"

"I have a last resort." He pulls up his sleeve to show the wound to Stiles he gags violently.

"Oh my god put that away!" he squeals, "Jesus is that contagious. If that's contagious I'm gonna kill you myself. Honestly just get out of my car now."

"Start the car. Now."

Not knowing when to shut up, Stiles continues to provoke him, "You know what, no. You don't get to be barking orders right now, especially with the way you look. In fact, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out myself and leave you on the side of the road for dead."

Derek turns to look at me, then back to Stiles, "Turn the car on, or I'll rip her throat out. With my teeth."

"Why are you always threatening me?"

Stiles connects his eyes with mine through the mirror, and we both know I'm a little scared Derek might not be bluffing. Not willing to take that chance, Stiles starts the car.

****

"Why are you stopping?" the grumpy werewolf questions.

"We are no fucking idea where to go and I don't have the money to be wasting gas."

My phone rings and I pick up immediately, "Scott where have you been. I've called like ten times."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just put me on speaker."

Obliging, I hit the button and Scott's voice rings through the car, "I haven't found it yet."

Stiles huffs, "Well what the fuck are we supposed to do with him? He's starting to smell you know."

"Like what?" Scott questions.

I answer, receiving an immediate glare from the werewolf, "Like death."

"Just take him to the clinic. Deaton should already have gone home. There's a spare key hidden out front."

I switch my phone back to its normal setting and finish the call, "Please just find the damn bullet. Like it or not, you do need him, Scott. We all need him or else we're gonna get killed. Possibly by you."

"Thanks, Aurora, you always know how to make me feel better."

"Sure thing Scotty, love ya."

****

"Does Nordiblue Monkshood mean anything to either of you?"

"Wolfsbane!" I say, excited to know something for once.

I spot I sly smile on Derek's face before he coughs out, "He needs to bring me the bullet."

Stiles informs Scott, and I help Derek up from his fallen position on the dog food.

We enter the examination room and Derek starts snooping around on his own. Then he takes off his shirt, revealing a huge spiral tattoo on his back. I must have been staring too long because as Derek turns to face me, Stiles pinches my waist. "No way" he mouths to me, giving me stern eyes.

Seeing Derek's wound again, everyone can tell it's gotten worse. Noticing our stares, Derek answers, "If the infection spreads to my heart, I'll be dead."

Overall the mystique I question, "If Scott isn't here in time, what's your last resort?"

Stiles continues, "Yeah because by the looks of it, you'll be passed out in seconds. So you should clue us in before we seriously let you rot on this floor."

"One of you is going to cut off my arm." Sure enough, he's holding a handsaw.

Stiles immediately gags at the mention. Derek slides the weapon to where we are and begins tying a piece of cloth above his wound.

"What if you bleed to death?" Stiles asks.

"I'll heal"

I start shaking my head, in horror. But Stiles says something first, "I can't do this." Bruh.

My breathing is shaky and my palms are slick with sweat. It's nice to take one for the team, right Aurora?

"Why not?" Derek grunts.

"Hmm, maybe because of the slicing of the flesh or the sawing of the bone or probably most importantly the fucking blood."

"You faint at the sight of blood." the older man deadpans.

"No, but I will at the sight of a chopped-off arm."

My voice croaks out before I can fully process my words, "I'll do it."

Stiles whips his head around, shaking it furiously. "Excuse me? No way."

"Stiles, you just said it yourself," I pause for a breath, freaking out, "You can't do it. So I will. Move."

I try to maneuver around him, but he pushes himself in my way, Taking hold of my upper arms he shakes me lightly, "Aurora, no."

Derek's voice cuts through our tension, "Aurora, you have to do it now."

Still not letting up Stiles replies back, "I said no! Neither of us is chopping your fucking arm off."

"If she doesn't do it, I'll chop your arm off."

Stiles whips around to get in the werewolf's face, "You know what? I am so not buying your threats anymore." But the boy gets closer than he bargains for when Derek pulls him nose to nose. "Actually, yeah, no okay she won't do it but I will."

Derek lets go of Stiles but starts to vomit, profusely.

"Oh my god what the hell is that?" I can't tell if I say it, or if Stiles does.

It's black and sludgy with chunks. No living thing should be able to vomit that up and survive.

"Now. You have to do it now." Derek says between breaths.

I make a move before Stiles can, grabbing the saw and saying a mental goodbye to my innocence.

"Aurora!" Thank god, Scott's here.

I drop the weapon immediately, running to him. I hug him tighter than I ever have, "Oh thank god you're here."

"What the fuck is going on?" he exclaims but still hugs me back with as much ferocity.

"Just the usual, she was going to chop off his arm because I am in fact Robin out of the comic book pairing."

I pull away, throwing an eye roll to Stiles before turning to Scott again, "Do you have it?"

He walks over to and it to Derek. Yet just as the man gets his wish, he fucking collapses and drops the bullet into the vent. Scott rushes to catch it, but it's stuck.

I drop down to the floor, taking Derek's face into my palms. "Please, please don't die right now," I whisper, tapping his cheeks.

"Scott he's not waking up," Stiles states, crouching down to meet me.

I put my ear to his chest, the faintest heartbeat greeting me. "Stiles, he's still alive. We can still do this."

"Hold on!" Scott yelps. "I got it! I got it!"

Stiles motions for me to move, so I scoot over.

"Please don't kill me for this." Yet, before I can question him, Stiles sucker-punches Derek awake. The man bursts to life again, while Stiles cradles his fist as if he's just broken it.

Derek makes his way over to the magic bullet, while I grab Stiles' fist to cradle it in my palms, needing something to ground me back to reality.

We watch as Derek takes the bullet apart and pulls out its insides. It's blue herbs, the wolfsbane. He pulls out a lighter and heats up the substance. Before I can look away, he shoves the mixture into his wound.

This time it's me who gags, and it has Stiles pushing my head into his chest, trying to shield my gaze. I hear Derek scream out in pain, and then sizzling, and then nothing. I raise my head up to meet Stiles' eyes as he says, "That...was...Awesome!"

Scott and Derek start bitching at each other, before leaving.

I look at the mess on the floor, but decide it's really not my problem. Stiles shares the sentiment and we leave the mess for poor Deaton.

The car ride home is pretty quiet from both ends. But before I can exit the car, Stiles speaks, "Would you actually have cut his arm off?"

I had been asking myself that too, "I guess. I mean I was planning to. I didn't want you to have to do it."

"Please don't ever be that selfless again. You would have suffered an eternity of nightmares from that." he jokes, but I know the first part is a plead.

We lock eyes, "No promises."

He sighs, looking the slightest bit defeated. "I'm serious Aurora Young," Full government name? "Don't do something stupid like that again. You could have gotten hurt."

"I know, but I'm willing to get hurt if it means you won't be."

****

A/N: fourth down!!!! I always love reading this episode in other fics, because it really solidifies the relationships between the characters. hope you enjoyed it! also, comment on what your favorite episode from this season is. mine is 100% night school :)

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