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a-small-safe-place · 4 months

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Then, Nothing.

Yandere Cullen family

A/N: Renesmee is a platonic yandere. The rest of the Cullens are romantic yanderes for you, but it is mostly centered on Bella and Edward right now.

You met Renesmee in a park. You were babysitting a child for a family, and she happened to approach you. This child looked too grown to be the age she said but also looked too young to be anything older, and something about her was off-putting in an uncanny valley way. However, something compelled you to engage with her. She said she did not want to play with any of the other children. Renesmee said they were too ingenuous. That seemed like too big of a word for such a little girl. She talked your ear off, though. She said she does not "talk" much at home, and that it is easier just to be not verbal. That worried you; was this child being abused and forced to stay silent at home? Who even were her parents?

As if on cue, a very beautiful man and woman approached. They looked too young to be the girl’s parents, but also too similar to her to not be her parents. They were also more inhuman in appearance than Renesemee. The mom, Bella, was more welcoming than Renesmee’s father, Edward, who chose to remain standoffish.

Bella smiled and told you, “Renesmee doesn’t usually talk to people besides her family; you must be special.” Her tone sounded as if she had been flirting with you. You chose to ignore it. Maybe just because she was so inhumanly beautiful made it seem like she was flirting. “I don’t know about how special I am, but your daughter is certainly unique; she seems so bright for her age.”

Edward finally spoke up, but in a flat and uninterested tone, “she is; we are very proud.” An awkward silence settled over the area. Thankfully, the child you had been babysitting came up ready to go home.

You began to see them more and more around town. It seemed as if Renesmee could sniff you out in a second if she happened to be in the same area as you. You were relieved that you did not live in the area and lived in a part of town that was in a much lower tax bracket. If you did live in the area, it would not be surprising if Bella, Renesemee, or even Edward showed up at your doorstep. Edward was the most normal out of the three. Bella’s behavior was nice, but something about it felt awkward with a sinister undertone. If she looked different, it would seem more sincere, but something about all three of them made you want to run away as fast as you could despite their beauty. A driver for the family that you babysat for had seen them when picking up you and the child and joked that Bella and Edward were probably related given that they looked similar. He loved to gossip and asked you a million questions about them. You shuddered at the idea. That could explain why their daughter was so peculiar, but wouldn’t incest result in more physical deformities and not just strange behavior from a child? Even if they were related, they did not seem to be that close, definitely not siblings. Everything about them seemed the same but also different.

You tried your best not to think too much about it, but it got to the point where you would see at least one of them anytime you were out on that side of town. You were fine trying to avoid them; each time your excuse was along the lines of “oh they need this kiddo back home!” or some other similar response. That is until you ended up getting fired. The mom refused to say why, and she reacted in disgust when she saw you. Before this, both of the parents enjoyed having you as their sitter. It was a harsh dismissal. You decided to stop by the grocery store before going home. You needed something, anything, to make you feel better about your loss of work, and with the influence your last family had in the community, it was clear you would not be babysitting for a while. Or so you thought.

“Hello,” Edward’s voice sounded from behind you. He did not seem happy to be there. “Sorry,” You mumbled, scooting out of the way, assuming you were in front of something he needed. “I have a job for you,” He said cryptically. You turned around to face him feeling confused. Edward continued to talk. “It will pay well. I know you take care of children, and I wanted to take Bella somewhere on a date, and we do not have a sitter for Renesmee, and she has warmed up to you.”

“You want me to babysit?” You asked somewhat dumbly causing him to smile a bit and chuckle. “Yes, she has warmed up to you, and Bella thinks you are trustworthy. The only catch is that you have to care for her at our home. You may not leave when you are watching her, even if you have an emergency.” You weren't a fan of that stipulation, but you figured they would allow you to call them to come back in a dire situation.

“Okay, fine. When do I need to be there, and is this going to be a regular thing?” You asked. He seemed a little irritated that you're asking these questions. “Tonight. You will start now. It will be a regular job. You can follow me out to our house.”

You arrived at his and Bella’s home. It looked like it was designed by the best architect. Renesmee greeted you outside. “You're here! We are going to have so much fun! Come one! Come meet my family.” As she is dragging you in, Edward is driving away. He did not even mention when they will be back or how much you were getting paid exactly. He was probably making sure you would not take the money and leave. There are people inside. Four people, two guys, and two girls sit on the couch and sofa. You hear a few people in the kitchen. “These are my aunts and uncles! That's Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rosalie; they are married, and then Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper; they are married too. My Grandma Esme and Grandpa Carlisle are in the kitchen. Grandma wanted to make dinner for you… I mean us.” Two of them smile at you, the two dark-haired ones. The two blondes look mad and somewhat disgusted. This is weird. You have never babysat with people around. Why could the family not watch Renesmee? She seemed to like them just as much as you. Renesmee pulls you into the kitchen. Her grip is surprising for a little girl. A blonde man and a woman with caramel-colored hair are cooking. They look far too young to be a grandma and grandpa. Something about all of these people seems so familiar. As if you have seen them before. Not just on the rich side of town but on the poor side of town too, in your neighborhood. They both introduce themselves and clearly know your name as they greet you. “Are you hungry?” Esme asks, handing you a plate of food. It smells divine, but this has to be a trap. Most families prefer you not to eat a bunch on the job.

Renesmee grabs a plate and begins to eat. “It's so good! Grandma worked hard on it! You have to try it!” It is impossible to say no to her for some reason. You take a plate and take a few bites. It tastes wrong. There are hints of good flavor, but it is heavily covered up by the taste of medicine. The gravity of the situation hits you. “I need to excuse myself; I need a bathroom break.” The shakiness in your voice is clear. You pretend to go to the restroom, but book it to the door when you're out of sight. You see your keys are missing; even your phone has disappeared from your pocket. You step outside only to see your car missing. Suddenly you're grabbed from behind. This person is very strong but knows how to hold someone down without injuring them. You're stuck with a needle. Your life does not flash before your eyes, but each time you've seen these freaks in public flashes in your mind as your vision spins. A wave of calm lays over you. It is unwelcome because it feels unnatural, but it is too comforting for you to care as your vision goes in and out. You see some flashes of memories that do not belong to you. They are from a lower angle, so it has to be from Renesmee's mind. It is Carlisle assuring her that you are going to be safe because they all love you as much as she does.

Then, nothing. You're out like a light.

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underhousearrestblog · 10 months

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Lost In Translation | Pedro Pascal

(summary) a drunk confession makes things weird between you and Pedro

(warnings) an age gap (oh the horror)

(pairings) Pedro Pascal x reader

(genre/ tropes) angst, lemon-y fluff, miscommunication, mutual pining, friends to lovers

(word count) 7.7k

(also) Pedro’s point of view (of sorts) is in Italics

(also) minors, scram (I’m kidding. Kinda. I was reading these types of things when I was twelve. I’m not the one to advise anything. Just, please, don’t interact. Better for my conscience and your digital footprint.)

(also) damn – I’m actually doing something here now... a step up from my usual one-post-per-six-months activity...

HAPPY READING!

Things around you blurred, people’s faces were distorted and music was giving you a headache. You lost count how many drinks you had about an hour ago and now you were regretting having any.

Your friends – who were more work acquaintances than friends – had ditched you, you had no car that you wouldn’t be able to operate in this condition anyway and not enough money to call a cab. All you had were a very revealing dress with a deep cut up your right thigh and a phone with around twenty percent charge left.

You stepped outside. Evening air did some but still not enough good for you to feel confident enough to walk those two and a half kilometers to your apartment building. Especially not in these knee-high boots. You would probably end up murdered. Or murdering yourself by accidentally stepping in front of a car. Either way, in a ditch.

You checked over you contacts for anyone who would pick up a phone and pick you up at the club at this ungodly hour. Since you had moved, most of your contacts were pretty much useless for this type of shit.

You pulled out your wallet. There were several business cards that you had gotten since you had started to work as a PR manager for The Last Of Us production team. Your eyes scanned over some of the names. Nico Parker. You weren’t sure she even got her license yet. Bella Ramsey. You knew for a fact she didn’t have a car.

Pedro Pascal.

Shit.

Well, from a purely objective stance, he was the best choice. He could pick you up and he didn’t give creepy vibes so technically you should be fine.

The problem was – he probably didn’t even know who you were. You had been on, like, two lunches with him with purely professional intentions. There had been more people from both the cast and the PR team and, even though you had spoken to him one-on-one multiple times, he had these types of conversations every day.

Worst he could do was say no.

To be fair, he could theoretically also cuss you out.

Or look at an unknown number and not even pick up.

Before you let your mind talk itself out of it, your fingers typed in his number and called.

It was quite chilly, now that you were out in dark alley with only your stripper dress on. It was pretty but god was it doing a shit job at keeping you warm.

The phone was calling and after the very first ring, you started to doubt yourself.

Maybe it would be less embarrassing if you just called your boss? Sure, she would know you indulged in an occasional living of your life but she was a woman and maybe would be more sympathetic than most of the men you worked with...

Two-

- Y/N? – unprepared for Pedro to actually pick up, you startled.

Your brain was foggy from all the alcohol and your body was still trying to decipher the sudden temperature drop so it took you several seconds to even put words together.

- Hey, are you alright? – it was actually him.

He really picked up at a quarter to midnight.

How did he know who was calling?

- Hey, Pedro, - up until this point you had used the formal “Mr. Pascal” just like everybody in your team but now it would feel weird. – So I have a bit of a... situation?

What was the term for getting drunk and placing all your trust in people that you had met two weeks ago?

- Are you alright? – he sounded worried. – Where are you?

Not wanting to appear nervous yourself, you tried to put on a smile, hoping it would make your voice sound lighter and careless.

- I’m at the... – you looked over your shoulder at the sign in front of the club, - Sensual Vibes, - you cringed at the name.

He definitely thinks you’re at a strip club.

- It’s a bar downtown. And I’m kinda drunk and I don’t really have any money, and my asshole friends left, and I’m also kinda col-

- Do you need me to pick you up? – he didn’t sound mad.

If anything – he sounded almost careful. As if he didn’t want to push any boundaries by insisting.

You were silent for a second.

Why was it so hard for you to ask for help when it was clear you desperately needed it?

Fucking pride.

You can cringe in shame tomorrow when you haven’t been murdered trying to walk home drunk...

- Yeah, - you said quietly before adding, - but it’s totally fine if you can’t. I’m sure two kilometers of walking will be fine if I can get off these stripper shoes-

- I’ll be there in twenty, - he said in a voice that left no arguments. – Go back inside. I’ll come in and get you.

- Who was that? – Oscar asked, stuffing the leftover pizza back into the box.

- Y/N, - Pedro put away his phone and went to get his car keys.

- Y/N? Who the fuc-

His hand stopped halfway to close the lid.

- Oh shit, - Oscar laughed, turning towards his friend. – Is that the girl from the PR team? It’s that Y/N?

Pedro didn’t answer and went to get his jacket. Oscar, in true friend fashion, followed him into the hallway, while teasing:

- Is that the same girl who still calls you Mr. Pascal even though you corrected her, like, thousand times?

Pedro just rolled his eyes.

This wasn’t exactly new. Oscar had never really met you – at least, in person – though there was abundance of information regarding you given by his friend every time Pedro had a drop of alcohol in his system.

- You know, if you weren’t so famous, I’d think she actually didn’t even know your first name by how much she uses the surname... – Oscar went back to pick up the leftover pizza, before turning back and looking at his friend suspiciously. – Are you sure she meant to call you? I mean, if she called you by your name, the call might have been meant for another Pedro. All I’m saying is-

Pedro threw him a dark look and turned to leave. Could that be true? You never really called him by his name and he was almost one hundred percent sure you didn’t even have his number...

- Lock up before you leave, - Pedro murmured before opening the door.

You were drunk and alone so, either way, you’ll have to make peace with it.

Once Pedro had ended the call, all you could do was blankly stare at the screen. To be fair, you were very intoxicated so... could you had hallucinated this whole conversation?

Either way – waiting inside was probably the best choice here...

You dropped down on a sofa in the foyer. You felt a headache coming on.

God, this is gonna be embarrassing...

After fifteen minutes of waiting and contemplating about leaving on your own, a hand lightly touched your shoulder, making you startle yet again. You had been way too focused on a painting on the wall to notice anybody approaching.

- Pedro? – your eyebrows shot up as if you were surprised that the person who you had called had actually shown up.

- Were you waiting for someone else? – there was a note in his voice you couldn’t quite decipher and your foggy mind refused to cooperate.

- N-no, - you stammered out. – I just wasn’t sure you would actually show up...

Now was his turn to look surprised. He opened his mouth to say something but, when you lightly swayed on your feet, he quickly put an arm around your shoulders to steady you.

When he lightly pressed his palm on the skin between your shoulder blades, a small shiver ran through your body, making you look up at him. He had probably seen or feel you shiver and had interpreted that as you being cold which was technically true. He pulled off his jacket that looked way too big for you.

You were by no means model-thin but the jacket was oversized on him so it looked like it would end up around your knees.

You shook your head.

- I’m not taking your jacket after you drove all this w-

- Don’t argue, - was all he said before lifting your arm, pulling the sleeve over it and then repeating the same on the other side. – And it’s still longer than that pretty thing you call a dress, - his eyes ran over your half-naked body.

Not in a leering way. But he did gulp when his eyes touched on the slit across your thigh.

Great, there’s no getting this out of memory, he chastised himself for enjoying and savoring you while you were very clearly drunk.

Shit, he’s probably uncomfortable, was all you could think about.

His car was pleasantly warm. You managed to climb in on your own but when it came to the seatbelt, you fingers still lacked focus and were stiff. After two unsuccessful attempts at connecting the two parts, Pedro gently peeled your fingers from the belt, reached over and buckled you in himself.

Before he could step back, you placed your hand on his bicep to stop him. The touch itself was innocent enough but you felt your skin lightly tingling as if you had touched a wire with low charge.

Pedro’s eyes followed you to where your skin had touched his. All he could do was stare at your fingers around his arm.

- Shit, sorry, - you decided he was probably uncomfortable and withdrew your hand, - sorry, I didn’t mean-

- It’s fine-

- I just wanted to say thank you, - your gaze held his. – I don’t know what I would’ve done otherwise.

There was something intoxicating in doing favors for you. He would’ve driven to pick up any of the women he knew if they were drunk and alone but your trust in him made him a bit delirious.

He wanted you to call him if you ever needed to get home drunk but he also wanted to drive you to a meaningless appointment and pick you up after work.

- It’s fine, - he swallowed before stepping back. – You’re welcome.

He could hear Oscar’s teasing voice in his head, telling him how absurdly romantic it was for him to simp after a girl who probably read his number off a business card when hers had been cataloged in his phone since day one. He probably could recall it from memory at this point.

Pedro closed the door on your side and walked around to get into the driver’s seat. He tried to take in some of the chilling evening air before getting in.

- ... and my friend said just go up to him and ask him out, - he heard you say once he got in, - but every time I looked at his pretty face I chicked out... – you hiccuped, - chic... chickened out! And then-

Your words were slurred and half-coherent.

Pedro started the car, pulled out of the parking lot and then threw a glance at you.

- Who were you trying to ask out?

- I wasn’t trying... And he wouldn’t come anyway...

Alcohol had made you braver and in a stupid attempt to rip your own band-aid off, you turned towards Pedro and whispered in an almost broken voice:

- Would you go on a date with me?

You needed his answer. Tomorrow was gonna be shameful but you could, at least, write this off as a drunken mistake. You had finally done it, you had finally gathered all your courage and taken a step-

But it was the way you had said it. With the accent on the word ‘you’. All Pedro heard was your confession about liking another man and how busy he was, and now you looked at him with glossy eyes and it made him wonder if this stupid man you were talking about had said something to make you insecure. You had just confessed about your crush and needed confirmation that other men – smarter men – would still date you.

But knowing that you trusted him enough to take you home drunk, he knew he couldn’t just confess about wanting you for himself. That was a dick move used by every false male friend around the world.

- I... – you watched his throat work, as he was putting words together, then he ripped his gaze away from where you sat in his car, in his jacket, for the first time ever giving him your undivided attention. – I think you’re amazing and any man would be lu-

Your eyes burned with unshed tears. His figure got distorted through the rapidly increasing moisture.

You are amazing.

Any man would be lucky to date you.

Not me though.

Last one wasn’t said out loud but, in your defense, it was usually never spelled out when a person was rejecting someone.

This was a rejection speech.

He was giving you a rejection speech!

You lifted your hand to silence him. He immediately did and you looked out through the window on your side.

- Please, don’t, - your voice broke at the end. – I respect you way too much and don’t want to start saying things I don’t mean while drunk.

It was said and done.

You had asked and he had rejected you. Work’s gonna be a bitch but PR, thankfully, was a team effort so you could probably take meetings with another member of the cast and make one of your colleague meet with Pedro. Eventually, your stupid little feelings would stop hurting and you would move on.

Eventually.

Until then you probably should avoid Pedro every chance you got.

It was said and done.

Even drunk, you had realized his incurable crush on you and in a very “I’m well-versed in public relations” manner had put an end to his confession. What was it that you had said? I respect you way too much...

Respect you way too much to outright say “no”.

You had a crush on a man you worked with. Probably someone your age. Probably someone who’s life wasn’t constantly dissected on every media platform.

You were a real pretty girl so even if you never gathered the courage to take the first step, that man you talked about would probably do it for you. He would be stupid not to.

Which meant that at some point you would be seen on set, laughing and kissing some other man who probably had no idea for how long you had lusted after him. And Pedro knew that if your crush forgot what he’s got, he would be way too tempted to teach him a lesson or two about not throwing away life’s biggest treasures.

Maybe even way too tempted to put the fear of god into that man. To threaten to never dare to break your pretty little heart.

But you had good taste in most things. And the man you were talking about asking out was probably good. More than good. He probably was respectful in public and would make you scream his name in private. Buy you a nice dress and later rip it off your body. Pick you up to take you places and then wait patiently for you to come back to him.

You deserved the best. And you were probably way too good for that boy you liked. Granted, Pedro thought you were way too good for basically everyone, including himself, but he also wasn’t one of those men that would pass on an amazing woman all because “she’s too good for him”.

Nah. He knew he would greedily accept your love and lust if only you offered. He might have thought you were too good for him but he also knew there were many things he could provide for you. He was successful, had money, a stable job, he was mature and wouldn’t play any games. Besides, he was damn near sure he loved you and even with you reciprocating just half of that love and affection, it still would be perfect.

- What’s your add-

Once he looked over to where you were watching him just a minute ago, Pedro found you fast asleep with your head pressed against the window. His jacket, way too big for you, had fallen down your shoulder, revealing that distractingly little napkin you bravely called a dress.

Shit.

This was definitely not good.

If he had to bring you back to his home, he knew he would see ghosts of you every time he stepped inside his own house. And that would be bad. Right now you were already everywhere at work, he couldn’t afford to let you make yourself at home in his private space too. Damage would take months to undo.

He contemplated waking you up but even then there would be no guarantee that you would even remember where you lived in this condition.

Pedro started driving towards his own home slower than necessary, hoping you would wake up at some point and give him your address.

All he could hope for was that Oscar had already left because, otherwise, Pedro would never hear the end of this...

Shitshitshit.

Your head was hurting even before you opened your eyes. That was never a good thing. Once you did, you were met with a semi-dark room that was vaguely lit by a small lamp left on on the nightstand.

Where the fuck where you?

This looked way too homey to be a hotel and way too impersonal to be someone’s bedroom. You lifted the thick blanket that was draped over you to check out if you weren’t missing any clothes. Or some more important things, like body parts.

Your eyebrows shot up in confusion when you were met with the same light blue dress you had worn at the club with just more wrinkles in it now. All you were missing where the boots that you saw placed by the bed.

You checked the small alarm clock on the nightstand.

5:06 AM.

It was early.

On a day off, you probably wouldn’t have woken up this early but your body had most likely dealt with the alcohol in your system and had woken up naturally once you had sobered up.

Then you noticed the small note placed next to the clock.

I’m not sure how much you remember but I picked you up from a club. You didn’t give me an address before passing out, so I brought you home with me. You’re in my guest bedroom. I’m in the one down the hall. I got you some aspirin and water. And some clothes.

Pedro.

There was something else written on the paper but it was scribbled out. You lifted the note and placed it before the small lamp, letting the light shine through.

Cute dress.

You smiled, however that smile lasted for exactly one second before you remembered the conversation in the car. You had asked Pedro on a date. He had given you the “there’s more fish in the sea” speech.

God.

You had excused your bravery with “you can live today and be embarrassed tomorrow” but now, when tomorrow was finally here, you weren’t sure it was actually worth it.

Thank god you didn’t work closely with Pedro because this would be ten times more awkward if you were an actress.

You quickly changed into the clothes Pedro had left for you. It was a white t-shirt with something spelled in a foreign language you didn’t understand. The shirt reached down to your knees and covered more than your dress had. You could technically leave in just the t-shirt but your sudden sobriety would probably result in you freezing to death so you decided to wear sweatpants as well. You rolled up the ends of the pants that were too long, threw a glance in the mirror and decided that you looked presentable enough.

Once you left the guest room with the dress still in your hand, you tried to find out if Pedro had already woken up. It seemed unlikely. It was very early.

And that seemed to be the truth, as none of the lights were on in neither the kitchen nor the living room. Or in the hallway.

Thank god the key was still in the door and you didn’t have to wake him up to unlock the door. You carefully tiptoed through the hallway and sneaked out through the front door, leaving nothing but a vague scent of your perfume and a note on the living room table.

Thank you. Truly. You have no idea how grateful I am. Don’t hesitate to contact me if you ever need anything.

That’s exactly how Pedro found your note three hours later when he woke up. Note had no name. Apparently, you didn’t assume he rescued women every night and didn’t think he would mix you up with someone else.

As if he ever could.

He was quite grateful to have missed you, in case you remembered how he had come onto you in the car. He didn’t want a pitying glance and you saying sorry, as if you had anything to be sorry about.

Don’t hesitate to contact me if you ever need anything.

Pedro let out a bitter laugh. That’s what you sign at the bottom of a work email, in hopes the recipient never truly reaches out for anything. You just felt like you owed him.

three weeks later

Pedro felt somebody brush a makeup brush over his temple to add some last touches before the filming started. People were running around, adding and taking down some props. Camera crew were doing some last check-ups. And in what Pedro thought was a torturosly ironic touch to an already important scene that caused some nerves to resurface, you were there.

In fairness, you weren’t here on your own and by your own wish. Some people of the PR and social media management teams were here, hoping to take some photos of behind the scenes for marketing.

And they were all pretty irrelevant because his eyes didn’t leave you for one second.

Pedro, Bella and some of the others were placed good ten meters from where you were standing by the door of the room that seemed to shrink every second. You were either unaware of his intense gaze or simply ignored it.

Pedro didn’t know which one would piss him off more.

There weren’t many things that didn’t irritate him these days. Oscar had started to call it Y/N withdrawal. As if he was an addict. A junkie who’s been cut off from his favorite drug of choice.

At first, Pedro was understanding. You probably felt weird you had clocked him liking you and wanted space. Fine. He would be an asshole not to give you space. Then he called you but the call always went to voicemail. On week two he had the first PR dinner since ‘the incident’ and when you didn’t show and had sent one of your assistants in your place, it only soured Pedro’s mood. The assistant had lied about you not feeling well but when you were still nowhere to be seen on the next meeting – and the next – he knew it was an excuse.

You were making excuses.

Week three took the crown when at one of the advertisement meetings that was mandatory for all cast and production team members, you had apparently ‘had a doctor’s appointment’.

Now he was pissed at the whole world and especially himself for fucking this up. You were a smart girl and he should’ve expected you to put two and two together that night. And, in addition, he was just a tiny bit pissed at you for not giving him a chance to apologize.

When you excused yourself and went into the kitchen, Pedro quickly stood up.

- Sorry, - he murmured to the makeup artist. – I’ll be right back.

Filming was set to start in ten minutes.

That was all he needed to say the things that needed to be said.

You were facing the open fridge when Pedro walked in. You read something that was written on the side of what looked like a protein shake.

You looked good. There were no signs of tiredness in your eyes. No sluggish movements. No yawning.

That was good, Pedro tried to tell himself.

Would it hurt for you to be a little affected that he was absent from your life for three whole weeks?

Then his eyes caught a thin bracelet around your wrist. It was shiny and had a minimalistic heart charm on it.

Pedro recalled Oscar once mentioning getting something similar to his wife because “the only time women wear heart jewelry is if it’s gifted by a man who’s interested”.

It was quite a big assumption that the bracelet was, one, a gift, two, from a man, and three, that it was the same moron you wanted to date. And yet it only fueled Pedro’s irrational jealousy and anger.

He let go of the door and it fell shut with a loud bang.

You jumped.

- It’s really unprofessional, you know, - Pedro accused. – This behavior of yours lately.

It only took a second for you to go from a startled look to a glare. You put the drink back in the fridge and shut the door. Loudly.

How matching.

- Excuse you? – you pushed back.

- I get that you’re avoiding me and that’s fine but you also have a job to do, - he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. – You’ve missed several PR meetings and allowed your underage intern to replace you.

You chuckled under your breath and looked away.

So that’s what this was about...

- So you feel a bit neglected because an intern – highly skilled, might I add, - was attending a few of the meetings? Is he not good enough for you?

Pedro looked at you as if you’d grown a second head.

- I don’t care if he’s as useless as a toddler – don’t change the subject!

You blew away a strand of your hair that had fallen in front of your face.

God you looked hot angry.

When you tried to side-step him and leave, Pedro followed your movements until his back hit the door, leaving you without an escape. He leaned against it, wrapped his right palm around his left wrist and looked down at you.

- You’re avoiding me, - he was glaring at you.

You glared back.

- No shit.

Pedro had expected more resistance. Or more excuses. He definitely expected you to look at him with a confused stare and say ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’. Now that you had done none of that, it felt a bit weird to “confront” you because you had had every right to avoid him.

- I’m just making sure you don’t get a write-up for skipping work, - even though the words were genuine, the tone was rude and you recoiled.

You looked up at him as if he’d slapped you.

- Are you threatening to snitch on me for skipping few meetings?

His eyes widened.

Shit.

- That’s not wh-

- Fuck you.

Now he looked like you had slapped him.

This was going downhill and fast. He had never accused anybody of bad work ethics and you had never cursed at someone for essentially doing nothing wrong, really.

You had spent three weeks, trying to soothe your ego. But rejection still stung. And, for the first time in your life, your personal feelings had affected your professional life. There was no excuse for that.

So you exhaled, counted to ten, got to five and decided to push your emotions down. You didn’t actually believe that Pedro would ever attempt anything to harm your career but he was still a big star and, would somebody come across this very unprofessional conversation, your future job opportunities might be in jeopardy.

- Listen, I’m sorry, okay? – you said, then quickly added. – For missing those meetings.

You didn’t want to voice that you were also apologizing for taking rejection badly.

Even though, you were.

- Won’t happen again.

His eyes softened.

- I’m sorry too, okay? – he lifted his hand to place it on your shoulder or upper arm but decided against it in the last second and let it fall back against his side.

You laughed. Genuinely.

- What are you sorry for?

- For what I said in the car, - he explained.

Your eyes returned to the startled expression that they were in when he first came in. You had wanted to avoid that night but he had brought it up voluntarily. He could see your prey-like expression and shook his head:

- I didn’t mean... – he got quiet for a second. – That would be a lie. I did mean it. But I think I could’ve worded it better. Maybe. Or explained it to you when you were sober...

I didn’t mean... That would be a lie. I did mean it.

His words, even though soft and placating, still grazed your heart like a knife.

You could respect him for not leading you on.

Leading someone on was still worse than letting somebody down gently.

Be a big girl and accept defeat like a champ, you motivated yourself.

- That’s fine. It didn’t mean anything.

It didn’t mean anything.

You had realized he liked you, damn near loved you, and it didn’t mean anything.

His love meant nothing.

Pedro swallowed and nodded. When you gestured towards the door that he was still blocking, he stepped aside, letting you leave.

- Did you feel harassed by me? – he asked before you left.

You laughed. But when you realized he was dead-ass serious, your smile fell.

- What?

- In my car. That night. Did you feel harassed by me?

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Even though it was absurd for him to ask this, you felt warmth engulf your heart.

He’s making sure you didn’t feel unsafe with him...

God.

He’s gonna make a great partner to someone someday...

- God no, - you grinned, trying to put him at ease.

- You sure? – he asked.

- Of course, - you gave him a bittersweet smile. – How could I have felt harassed? Nothing happened.

Nothing happened, as in, I asked you out and you turned me down, simple as that.

Nothing happened, as in, you figured I liked you and that realization meant nothing, I still mean nothing to you.

When week four rolled in, things had went back to normal. The weird kind of normal. The professional kind of normal. You were present in all PR meetings you needed to attend, Pedro went out of his way to treat you like a friend.

He had started bringing these weird mini cupcakes from around where he was living. Every meeting, he would show up and give them out to all, usually five or six, attending persons. He would never skip you, giving you exactly the same amount of pleasantries, sweets and eye contact as to every other person from the cast and PR teams. It was as if he had timed your interactions to make sure you felt identical to everybody else here.

You translated his actions as he’s making sure to drive home the point of “I treat everybody like this, don’t make this weird, you’re not special in that sense”.

He translated his actions as making sure you saw that even after you rejected him, he still wouldn’t be passive-aggressive towards you and wouldn’t exclude you from anything.

“Don’t make things weird” had become a motto for both of you, at this point. This was exactly why Pedro had advised Oscar to also invite you to the party he was throwing in honor of ending the shooting of one of Oscar’s movies. Even though Pedro knew you would show up all dolled up and, most likely, with a plus one, as suggested the invitation.

And “don’t make things weird” was exactly why you had accepted, even though the last time you had attended a formal function, it had ended with you at a club and with no ride or money.

You had showed up in a black sleeveless dress that reached your knees. Pedro had had exactly one drink and he was using the hell out of it as an excuse why he couldn’t – and wouldn’t – take his eyes off you. The dress was simple and maybe exactly because of that your own beauty shone through more than usual when there was nothing to distract people from it.

Then you turned towards the small home bar and his eyes slid over your frame, landing on the dress’ very deep slit. This time it was on the behind of your dress’ skirt.

You and the fucking slits. Making every piece of clothing look like it was designed specifically for you...

- Thank god moods are not contagious because this would be the saddest happy event ever, - Oscar’s hand landed on his friend’s shoulder, as he followed Pedro’s gaze down to where you were standing.

Pedro unintentionally moved to block you from his friend’s eyes which came as a surprise to both. It was very clear that Oscar had no negative or positive intentions regarding you so it was even more weird when Pedro felt small pang of jealousy when he saw the bottle of wine you had gifted Oscar for hosting the party.

Oscar raised his eyebrows, amused.

As if asking, really?

You, on the other hand, were doing everything to avoid Pedro that evening. He looked good. He looked so handsome even though he was one of the very few men here who had chosen to wear a sweater instead of a suit or a dress shirt. You definitely needed a distraction and given how it had ended with drinking last time you got drunk, you avoided alcohol like it was the plague, only drinking virgin cocktails.

The biggest problem with avoiding someone is that that person is living in your head rent free, in order for you to be where they are not. Which meant that before you avoid them in a room, you have to check specifically for them. The biggest support for you in this was the fact that Pedro seemed to avoid you as well, so it was quite easy to keep your distance.

- Is there a guest I’m not aware of? – Oscar humored lightly. – Or are you stalked by someone?

Only the ghost of your best friend.

You smiled, shook your head and asked a few questions about the movie to whose ending this function was dedicated to. After some time he excused himself and said to go look for his wife but before he left, Oscar casually threw out:

- I’m sorry things are weird between you and Pedro right now, - he seemed apologetic.

You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

Pedro had clearly told him about what had happened.

It was already embarrassing enough for you to realize that Pedro had been sober that night and remembered every word your drunk self had confessed. And, to add insult to injury, the rejection still kinda stung. But he had clearly told everything to another man. And that one made you even more upset because you knew Oscar by reputation only but that reputation was quite good. So he probably felt sympathy for your little groupie act by asking out someone clearly out of your league.

You averted your eyes. How many other people knew?

- Look, he’s a grown ass man, he’ll be fine, - Oscar put his hand on your shoulder in a pacifying manner. – It’s just that this was his longest crush ever so it will take more time than usual...

Because you actively tried to block out his voice, the words didn’t register at first. And, once they did, they still didn’t make much sense.

- But it will-

- What did you just say?

Your tone was harsh and it made Oscar do a double-take.

- I... I’m not trying to pressure you into anything by what I said about being his longest crush, if that’s what you meant. I promise.

Your eyes searched his face for any signs of amusement or humor... or confusion. When you didn’t find any, you put down your drink and turned your full attention towards him.

- What did he tell you happened that night?

Oscar looked at you like you were a child asking to explain the alphabet.

- I’m not sure I should-

- He clearly told you something! – you raised your voice – not loud enough to be heard by everyone but enough to make some of the closest people turn heads.

Oscar nodded:

- All he told me was you figured out he liked you. And you don’t like him back, - Oscar used the tone he probably used with his kids. – And that’s fine. You have every r-

- What kind of fairy tale did he fed you? – your first thought was that Pedro had lied to his friend.

But why would he ever do that? What could he possibly get out of telling people you were the one who rejected him? Letting someone down wasn’t a crime and it didn’t make you a bad person.

- He rejected me! I straight up asked him out and he gave me the whole speech about there being men who would be oh so lucky to date me. And then he kept on friend-zoning me for a month just for funsies. Making sure I knew my place was with all the other people who worked for him!

When you turned to leave – and maybe give that free alcohol a shot or two – Oscar unceremoniously grabbed your upper arm and turned you back.

- That can’t be true, Y/N! You were the one drunk! Are you sure you remember everything okay?

You rolled your eyes, trying to pull your arm away.

- I was drunk, not stupid! I know rejection when I receive one!

Oscar’s grasp wasn’t hurting you or anything but it probably looked like you were fighting from afar, at this point.

- Look, Y/N, calm down, - he lowered his voice so other people wouldn’t hear a thing. – All he told me was that you had confessed liking someone you worked with, and-

- And who do you think that someone from work is, genius?

You could almost hear gears turning in Oscar’s head.

- So... When he said that you had asked if... When you were wondering if he would date you, it wasn’t because...

You waited.

- ... it wasn’t because you were insecure about nobody being interested in you?

- Why would I give a shit if other people were interested in me?

It was a good thing you were sober because it was taking a good amount of time to understand this even sober. Your eyes widened when you finally put the pieces together.

The way Pedro looked almost crushed when you had interrupted him to silence him in the car.

Please don’t. I respect you way too much and don’t want to start saying things I don’t mean while drunk.

Could he had mistaken it for rejection?

You silencing him out of respect so you didn’t have to tell him you didn’t want to date him? Did he thought that you were thinking his ego couldn’t handle being rejected by someone who was not rich or famous?

Shit.

You tried to find his pink sweater somewhere in the crowd. He couldn’t have gone home already, could he? You had relatively little knowledge of the layout of Oscar’s house so your best shot was to run into Pedro somewhere.

Your wish manifested a bit too literally, when you roughly rounded a corner and ran straight into someone.

Pedro’s fingers wrapped around your upper arm in the same manner Oscar’s hand had just mere seconds ago. Just to drive home the point of your attraction to him, a small shot of electricity shot through your arm whereas nothing even similar had happened when his friend had touched your arm.

- Careful, - he steadied you and then removed his hand.

When you looked up, you noticed that he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

You thought you had gotten over this awkwardness...

Guess not.

With music still sounding throughout the house, you looked around, grabbed the front of his sweater and pushed him into one of the many guest bedrooms here. Once you closed and locked the door, you turned towards Pedro who was looking a bit thrown out of the boat.

For one moment, nobody said anything. Then you pushed down the dress that had ridden up your thighs while you were frantically looking for him throughout the house, and stepped closer to him.

The height difference was always a turn on for you but right now it did nothing but annoy.

- Sit down, - you commanded.

He took a step back and sat down on the bed.

When he looked up at you, you realized that you probably shouldn’t have asked him to do that. Your foggy brain finally decided to give you back few of the memories missing from that night month ago.

When he had gently lowered you onto the bed and you had finally woken up just in time to see him drop down on his knees to take off your boots. Out of concern, he had looked up at you with a very similar expression as he was having right now. With his lids lowered, eyes dark and pupils dilated.

When his brows furrowed in confusion, unaware of your flashbacks, you snapped out of it.

- Why does Oscar think I rejected you in your car that night? – you demanded before you lost your courage.

Pedro looked away.

You had had a long day at work today and still most of your energy had went into dodging Pedro at every corner, trying to not even look at him, while simultaneously keeping an eye on him at all times to not accidentally get close. Your patience had worn out long before you got here.

You unceremoniously grabbed his chin and turned his head back towards you.

- Look, I’m sorry I told him, - Pedro raised his eyes to meet yours. – I needed to tell someone and you were avoiding me and refused to even look at me!

You shook your head and tried to step back before he grabbed your hand in both of his.

- I’m sorry.

- What are you even sorry for? – you ripped your hand from his. – For lying?

When all he did was stare up at your in confusion, you took a step back to keep some distance.

- Do you get pity points or something for act-

Pedro stood up and you lost any advantage you had due to height. When he advanced towards you and you still stepped back, he caught your wrist, refusing to let you leave.

- Stop running from me! – he demanded. – Talk to me!

Fine.

- Fine, - you still tugged on your arm and he still didn’t let go so at some point you had to give up on it and leave your hand in his grasp.

- Tell me why you were avoiding me for a month, - he used a painfully soft tone as if afraid you would run at the very first sign of confrontation.

You were silent for a moment, trying to find the right words to sound like a mature adult.

- I guess... – you sighed and decided to just get over it. – I was hurt that you weren’t interested in me when I asked you out that night after you picked me up. I was butt hurt and it wasn’t fair to you because you have ever-

You didn’t get to finish when he closed the small distance between you and pressed his lips against yours. You would’ve pulled back by surprise if not for Pedro’s hand cupping the back of you neck.

Your heart seemed to simultaneously skip a beat and stop altogether. After the initial shock, you slid your hand into Pedro’s hair and lightly pulled him back by it.

Amusement danced in his eyes with a light shake of his head.

- To think we could’ve done this weeks ago, - he laughed.

You felt a bit giddy inside, still not really comprehending every piece of this misunderstanding but, in your defense, it probably had been quite hard to catch any love signals that night when you were wasted.

- You want me to ask you out again? – you proposed.

- Nah, - he shook his head. - I’ll do the honors, - he cleared his throat. – You’re going on a date with me.

You cocked your head.

- Are you asking or telling?

- I assumed you were a sure thing, drunk words being sober thoughts and all that...

This felt a bit too good to be true but you weren’t going to question it. Once you both left the guest room, with Pedro’s hand still wrapped around yours, and turned the corner to return to the party, you found Oscar leaning against the wall in the hallway with a drink in his hand and an amused look in his eyes.

- No freaky business under my roof, - he gave his friend with a stern look. – That’s like the only rule I have.

Only when his eyes found your intervened hands, he chuckled under his breath.

- Love must be hard when you’re both idiots, huh?

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Redamancy: Chapter Twelve

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: None

Notes: I’m thinking one more chapter and then we dive into New Moon? Lordy, prepare yourselves for the angst in the stuff I’ve prepped lol

Word Count: 1400

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• March 19th, 2005 • Hospital - Phoenix, AZ •

Jasper

Pulling into a parking spot in the Hospital’s adjoined parking garage, I let out the breath I’d been holding since dropping Y/n’s mom off at the airport and let my head fall back on the headrest. In the last week I’ve never been more scared, worried, keyed up than I have ever been in my immortal life.

Y/n and Isabella managed to slip past Alice and I at the hotel on some half-assed rescue mission… I promised Edward I’d protect Bella and I didn’t, now she has a broken leg and was almost on her way to turning into one of us. With as much experience as I have in war, keeping an eye on two teenage girls is a challenge? I nearly crush the keys to Carlisle’s car in my hand, the plastic groaning in protest.

I could’ve lost her.

The realization hurts and angers me all at the same time. Not only do I need to watch myself around humans, but I also have a singer, someone I’m falling hopelessly in love with and I feel so-so out of control. I can’t protect her at every twist and turn and it’s eating me alive. She’s human and frail, not meant for my world and yet she’s been sucked into it because of me.

I exit the car and find my way back to Y/n’s room before visitation hours end. My thoughts are a mess until I step in her room and her scent washes over me, scorching - but soothing. Soothing because she’s still here, she’s breathing and her monitor is still beeping.

I take up my post in the chair in the corner even though I know she’d prefer me at her side. From here I can still watch her while I get a grip on my raging emotions and the thirst licking flames down my throat.

She has less wires and tubes today, preparing for discharge in a day or two. After finally waking this morning, she managed to convince her mom she was fine enough to leave her here under Carlisle and I’s watchful eye with the promise to constantly keep her updated. I could feel her mother’s torn emotions - sadness with a twinge of anguish because she had to get back to work, but strangely enough - relief when she assessed me before making her decision to go home. Nevertheless, I reassured her that I would drive her daughter back carefully while using my ability to ease the anxiety that bubbled up.

Y/n’s breathing sped up slightly signaling that she was waking from her nap, so I sat up straight in my chair.

“Jaz?” Her quiet voice croaked out.

“Still here, darlin’. I just dropped your mom off at the airport.” Standing, I quietly roll her bedside table closer that has her cup of water.

“Jasper?” She asks again after a sip.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I respond, pulling my chair closer to the bed while keeping my eyes down.

“Look at me, please?” The soft plea almost tears my heart in two and my eyes snap to her bruised face. “Talk to me?”

“We can talk once you’re discharged-“

“No, this clearly needs to happen now.” So demanding, even lying in a hospital bed.

“You could’ve died-“

“But I didn’t-“

“Don’t even start with that.” My tone comes out a little harsher than I intended and I squeeze my eyes shut as I sit, pushing my hands through my hair as my elbows rest on my knees. “If Alice wasn’t watching, if I didn’t have a clue as to where you and Bella went…” My eyes scan the room for something to focus on, but I settle on her face, “If I was a fraction too slow getting to you, you could be dead - both of you.”

“I knew you’d come for me, Jasper.”

“You don’t get to make decisions like that when I’m supposed to be protecting you, Y/n. You don’t get it.” I stress, grabbing the hand not hooked up to an IV and cradling it in mine. “We’re in a hospital right now and you have broken bones. You were in a coma.” I want to yell my frustration suddenly.

“What don’t I get?” She asks.

“What?”

“You said I don’t get it, what don’t I get?”

“You… you’re everything to me.” I whisper as I run a finger gently down her bruised cheek, the swelling around her eye having gone down slightly.

Reader

I’m not entirely sure I heard him correctly. You’re everything to me. He said it like it was obvious, inevitable, easy.

“You-you can’t mean that.” I glance to my lap and pick at the coarse hospital blanket as my nerves get the better of me.

“Darlin’, I wouldn’t be here worried out of my mind if I didn’t.” His icy fingers tilt my chin up to meet his dark eyes. “You… you test me in every conceivable way and I can’t get enough.”

My throat closes up and I fumble for a response, “Jasper-”

“Don’t do that to me again, don’t run away from me like you can’t ask me for anything. Your safety is paramount and I don’t ever want to feel that helpless again.” His hand cradles the back of my head like it’s the finest piece of glass and my heart is ready to burst.

Just when I feel on the verge of a heart attack from his words, my nurse barges through my door.

“Is everything-“ but she stops short and smiles knowingly at Jasper perched on the edge of my bed, “Try to keep her heart rate down? You had me worried it was something much worse.”

I finally notice the quick beeping of my heart rate monitor and I swear, I could pass away right here from embarrassment. And if that weren’t enough, my nurse winks at Jasper as he replies “Yes ma’am.” with a sneaky grin to her on her way out.

I’m tempted to smack his arm for teasing me, but decide against it since it’s still tender from being sprained.

“You’re worse than my mom.” I grumble, trying to fold my arms while still attached to wires and an IV line.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t go comparing me to your mother.” Smiling to himself, he settles back into his chair as we wait for my evening round of medication.

He’ll be the death of me, my new mantra.

• March 20th, 2005 • Hospital - Phoenix, AZ •

Reader

Discharge papers are signed, I’m dressed in new clothes Alice left for me, and I’m currently being wheeled to the exit by a nurse who adamantly refused to just let me walk out of here on my own. Thankfully Jasper isn’t here to witness this and is instead pulling the car around to the door with an overhang, conveniently providing him cover from the rising desert sun.

The heat is a dry blast to the face once the automatic doors slide open as I’m wheeled to the curb and I’m thankful Alice picked a light sundress. The thoughtfulness in her supernatural ability is just another reason to love her.

My nurse helps me stand as Jasper parks in front of us and jogs to my side. I catch him doing a double take as I turn to thank my nurse and grab the last of my things from her. I feel his eyes roam over me as I climb in the car and sure enough, once I sit and turn to him, I can tell he has thoughts he’s hesitating with.

Gently shutting my door, he returns to the driver’s seat and steers the car through the crowded parking lot.

“You look nice, darlin’.” He says, glancing at me momentarily.

“For someone this banged up?” I’m still sporting a bruise under my eye and a wrap on my injured wrist. My ribs have been protesting all the movement I’ve done since getting out of bed this morning.

“Even banged up you’re still gorgeous.” His compliment is quiet, but the words are echoing in my head and ratcheting my heart rate up yet again.

And I swear I hear him mutter through his teeth as I watch his fingers tighten on the steering wheel, “This is going to be a long car ride.”

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can you please do an imagine where your nervous about telling pedro your pregnant then maybe where you guys tell bella?

The subject of pregnancy.. I don’t really relate to that one, as I don’t like children in general. I also don’t really relate to it towards Pedro as he doesn’t have children and won’t have any, but it’s also cool to think about it! I somehow like what I wrote. I know I started with the pregnancy as bad news before making it good. This is how I see it, and it’s hard to change my mind, but I’m trying my best!! And also, it’s not always good news! Especially in this context as I really like when what I think and what I wrote about relate and corresponds as much as possible to Pedro’s real life.

I Hope you like it ! I did turn the nervous part into something more, but I think it’s accurate.

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Pregnancy has never really been on the table. Pedro being in his late forties, extremely focused on his acting career, he was never really interested in it. Even if most of his roles implied being a father. It was enough for him. Interacting with his nephews since they were born, and friends’ kids was clearly enough for him. As for you? Well, you never really thought about it, you never questioned if you actually wanted at least one child. It wasn’t a part missing, you were enjoying your life as it was.

But here you are, pacing in the bathroom, trying to convince yourself to do the test. That one time where you both felt wild and had unprotected sex was catching up. It’s been almost a two months. Yeah. That’s how much busy both of your lives are. You actually had you period last month, but you read somewhere that it was possible during the first trimester to still have your period or losing a little blood, and you’ve been having pregnancy symptoms, therefore you got paranoid.

I mean, morning sickness, nausea, bloated, it kind of matches. Not to forget some weird cravings. Pedro hasn’t been here for two weeks since he is on set on the last of us, so he doesn’t know about you being sick.

“Okay, you can do it. It’s just a test, it might not-” you got cut

“Y/n!” You heard a male voice calling you. It could only be Pedro. With the music blaring in the background, you didn’t really recognized the voice, but it could only be him. You panicked and opened the first drawer and put the test in it before leaving the bathroom. As you opened the door, Pedro was standing there, ready to open the door.

“Hey!” You got scared. He had a big smile

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you”

“It’s okay. But, what are you doing here? You were supposed to come back only tonight!” You slowly closed the door, not breaking eye contact with Pedro.

“Well, as we are extremely professional actors, we did a great job and we got to finish early this week, so here I am”

“Professional actors huh?” You both laughed

“I missed you mama” ouch, mama, the nickname brought you back to reality, remembering what was about to happen in the bathroom as you forgot for a few seconds. Pedro pulled you into his chest, hugging you tight.

“I missed you more” you closed your eyes, your arms holding him as tight as he was holding you.

“What’s with the basin by the bed?” You suddenly opened your eyes, moving your head to look at it.

“Hum- I got sick this week, it was.. in case I didn’t feel I could make it on time to the bathroom”

“You got sick? When? You didn’t tell me” you parted. He was looking at you, worried.

“I didn’t want to make you worry for nothing, I think I just ate something bad”

“Probably the sushi’s you dared to order Wednesday night without me” you smiled

“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait any longer!” You both laughed “but karma got me back”

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, it as two days ago, I’m fine”

“Good. Because I want to take you out tonight. Find a cute dress, maybe the red one from our first date, I’m taking a shower and we’re out, okay?”

“Oh okay” you were surprised, but good. It could only help you change your mind, and you really needed it. Pedro kissed your forehead and went in the bathroom, as you anxiously watched him move. You hoped he wouldn’t find the test.

And now you were out, at your favorite dinner, with your favorite person. You were having a wonderful night. As the weather was nice, you had the chance to eat outside, just like your first date.

“It brings so many memories to be here tonight” you said staring at Pedro. “I’m wearing the same dress, we’re outside just like it” you both smiled

“Yeah, so many things change since that first date” you nodded, laughing “and it’s about to change again” he started at you, not really showing his emotions. You were confused

“Again? What do you mean?”

“I could ask you the same thing?” You furrowed your eyebrows

“What? I’m going to need you to elaborate please”

“Well you’re pregnant so-”

“You saw the test”

“Yeah”

“But I didn’t do it” now Pedro was confused

“What?”

“Yeah, I was about to when you arrived. I had been pacing for 5 minutes trying to do it, and you arrived”

“Oh”

“I know we never really talked about it, and I know you don’t want kids b-”

“No I never- it’s not that I don’t want kids- it’s just- yeah okay, it wasn’t something I really needed, I agree. But, it is also because I’ve never been in a long term relationship like we are, and-”

“So you would be opened to it? Because I don’t really think I am. It’s a lot you know, body changing, life changing”

“And if you don’t want to, I will respect that, you know that right?”

“I know” you both smiled. You both went silent for some time. “Can we go home so I can actually do the test?”

“Yes please” you both hurried outside to the car, going back home. You couldn’t really tell if it was anxiety or excitement that got you back home so fast, but here you were, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, ready to do the test. Pedro was waiting in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, thinking about the future. In a matter of minutes everything could change. 5 minutes later, you got out of the bathroom and sat next to Pedro, leaning on his shoulder.

“Now we wait.. 3minutes” you read on the box. Pedro held your hand tight.

Suddenly, your timer on your phone rang, making your heart skip a beat. You looked at Pedro, and got up, going to take the test that you left in the bathroom. You took it, and looked at it. Positive. You slowly walked out, staring at the test.

“What is it?” Your eyes connected with Pedro’s.

“Positive”

“How are you feeling?”

“I-I don’t know. I was really hoping I wasn’t, I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry, It’s okay” he looked at you. “Come here” you walked in front of him, still looking at the test. “It can still be a false positive, those things, we don’t even know if they’re reliable”

“False negative are common, but not false positive”

“Hm- well, you know what, let’s not be sure until we see the doctor, okay?” You couldn’t stop looking at the test. “Y/n, baby, look at me” which you did. “It’s going to be okay. You can still abort if you want to”

“Yeah but aborting it’s still something big”

“I know, and I’ll be here. Whatever you choose, I’ll never leave you alone” his eyes were wondering on your face. He was really trying to calm you down, make you feel better. But it was still a lot. We’re talking about having a child.

[two days later]

You were anxiously sitting in the waiting room. You were at your gynecologist. You needed real proof that you were pregnant (or not). You’ve been thinking about it non stop since you found out. Finding reasons, good and bad, to either keep it or not. Unfortunately, you had to go at the appointment alone. Pedro was on the set of The Last of Us, and couldn’t leave. He did try to take a day off, or at least a couple hours, but couldn’t. And after thinking about it, maybe it was for the best. You needed to make your own mind about it, and even if he would support you whatever you chose, you needed to be alone.

After your appointment, you somehow felt relieved. You were indeed pregnant. Almost two months. And your instinct was right. Even if you got your period you were pregnant. You got a small picture, even if it looks like a bean, you wanted a real proof to show Pedro. This relief you felt when you knew you really were pregnant was the last reason you needed to make up your mind.

You’ve been with Pedro for almost three years and he is the love of your life. You want to give this child the love you give and receive from Pedro. You’ve always seen him being a father figure to someone, and now, you really want to see him being the father to your kid. Yes maybe the age gap can make it a little difficult, but he has the soul of a child, he will be the best father ever. And you wanted to be the best mother too. Your childhood scared you enough to avoid children in general until today, but it wasn’t going to define you. You will be better. And you had the best partner with you.

So you decided to drive to the set to surprise Pedro with the good news. When you arrived on set, you saw him doing a scene with Bella. They were walking next to each other and Bella was telling jokes. When the scene was cut, you made yourself known to Pedro, who immediately came to hug you, ignoring everything around you.

“Mi amor, how was the appointment?” You looked around you, then took Pedro’s hand and went in a quieter side of the room.

“I have a little bean in my stomach”

“And how are we feeling about it?” He was trying to see if it was good or bad news

“And I can’t wait to see it growing” his eyes widened

“Does this mean-”

“Yes” you took out the picture

“Oh my god!” He jumped then he hugged you very tight

“You’re going to be a real daddy” you whispered in his ear

You were suddenly interrupted by a voice calling Pedro. It was Bella

“Oh hi Bella!” You said happily

“Hi y/n, what’s going on?” They were looking at you confused. Pedro looked at you very excited.

“Can we tell them?” He whispered in your ear. You stared at him, smiling.

“Sure”

“I’m going to be a dad!” He hold Bella’s hands, they were shocked. He was laughing, so happy.

“Whaaaaat? No way!! Congrats!” Bella hugged you

“Thank you!”

“Is that a picture of the baby?”

“You mean a bean? Yeah” you laughed, showing them the picture

“How far are you?”

“It’s only two months”

“Yeah only” Bella joked

“Seven to go!”

You knew it was going be seven long and challenging months. But with Pedro, it was worth it. Right now you might feel happy, but tomorrow you might panic just thinking about it. It’s not always good or bad. But you’re in the right path, and you really want it to happen. This is the proof of the true love between Pedro and you. It can only bring you happiness. In a house full of love.

#pedro pascal #fanfic #imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #oneshot #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x pregnant!reader

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aquanova99 · 1 year

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headcanons for the cullen clan reacting to their mate not saying 'I love you' back? like as a prank-

have a nice day :>

Carlisle

He thinks you didn’t hear him

Gets closer to you to say it again

Kinda hard not to say it back when he’s being so earnest about it

He never catches onto your joke, he just thinks you zone out alot

Esme

She just stares at you because she knows you heard her

She won’t say anything till you say it back

She does not like that joke and will absolutely scold you for it

Would not recommend trying again

Rosalie

Also doesn’t like this joke either

But she takes it a step further

“Oh so you don’t want to say you love me anymore that’s fine.”

You: “no wait it was a jok—“

Her: “nope it’s fine.”

Silent treatment for a week, she will break up with you if you think playing with her emotions is funny

Emmett

Annoys you until you say it back

Just constant “babe did you hear me? Babe. Baaabbeeeeee. Love meeee.”

Jasper

His feelings are probably a little hurt because homeboy has issues, like he worries for a split second before he realizes you are just messing with him because of his gift

So he probably puppy dog eyes until you say it back tenfold

But while he didn’t like he’s still petty so you’ll say you were just kidding and you love him and he’ll just…

Either not say anything or say ‘that’s what I thought’

Alice

The second you get this plan in your head she sees it

She won’t say I love you first until you decide to stop being dumb

Edward

If he can read your mind chances are he knows what you’re thinking

If you block him by just a thinking of random songs or anything that he can’t pinpoint that it’s a joke he will think you’re crazy and need to be seen by someone “Carlisle???”

If he can’t read you’re mind he’s going to be conflicted

Maybe they don’t love me anymore, it’s probably for the best they’re too good for me, but I can’t let them go, but they deserve better

You can literally see him malfunctioning but your rather not get into that now so you say you weren’t thinking at the moment

Bella

She knew it

It’s because you realized you can do better right? Right???

She starts saying so much nonsense you never tell her you were joking and say you were distracted about something your family said earlier that day

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yourknightinshiningarm-or · 7 days

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tus ojos marrones

a/n: this is a little soemthing i've been having in my mind, also it is amazing to show you some of our culture as a hispano hablante person.

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Walking through Hogsmeade and into the Three Broomstick wasn’t something you were expecting this soon after the break–up. After all, Mattheo Riddle was your three–year–boyfriend, who you expected to marry. Apparently, you thought wrong.

It had been a month and half, precisely, after breaking up when another handsome Sytherin asked you to accompany him to Hogsmeade this weekend. Still trying to let go of Mattheo, you knew not what to say, but your friends said yes for you, insisting that you needed someone to get Mattheo off your mind. And that someone, allegedly, was the Theodore Nott.

“Come here often, bella?” Theodore asked as you sat, near the window.

“I…” You hesitated for a moment, before answering him “used to, yeah”

“Don’t worry, bella. I’m here to take care of you whenever you need it”.

That day you spent it smiling and laughing alongside Nott. Although you made some lame jokes, he laughed at them nevertheless. You felt fine.

Except that was the problem; fine didn’t mean complete.

The next coming days, you kept on receiving letters and flowers, that although did melt your heart, didn’t feel the same. Excited, your friends organized a little reunion at the very same restaurant.

“So, Theodore, tell us what makes you love our Y/n and what are your intentions with her?” Cho asked.

He looked at you, and smiled softly, “Well, she’s got these eyes and her smile” He smiled wider “But she’s not just the prettiest girl I’ve seen, she’s so intelligent and kind…”

Your girls exchanged looks and nodded, “We get, Mr. Lover Boy. She’s the best we know” They chuckled as Theodore continued to stare at you lovingly.

At least three months had gone by, and not a singly argument, which actually surprised you. But everything was quite sad and unlively without Mattheo. Everything felt like one of those old movies, black and white; colorless.

You sat in front of the Slytherin table, and, for the first time in months, you saw him. He looked worse than when you walked out the door after that argument. He seemed paler and thinner, it was pitiful. You only wished you could hold his hand and comfort him, tell him everything would be alright.

But you knew it wouldn’t.

And that there was no way for you to go back in time and change it.

During that time, Nott and you had become Hogwarts’ IT couple. Everyone kept giving you compliments, how cute you looked holding hands, how they wished to have a relationship as healthy and happy as yours. But happiness was probably the last thing you felt when being with him. Since you kept comparing him to Mattheo.

Everytime you saw his eyes, you couldn’t deny you liked them, but they weren’t his brown eyes.

It wasn’t until one morning, after a long, sleepless night you spent crying, you sat staring into nothingness when you heard a knock on the door. You whipped the last of the tears on your puffy eyes, before standing up and opening the door.

You were met with the back of curls you knew so well. Immediately, he turned around with a shy, tired grin and a bouquet of tulips – your favorite flowers.

“Good morning, doll…” The voice you hadn’t heard for months said, at which your heart beated even faster.

#theo nott x reader #mattheo riddle #slytherin boys #hogwarts #harry potter #Spotify

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massivedrickhead · 9 months

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Bechloe Week Day 1: Reunion

Words: 1104

Notes: Well I tried to start Bechloe week with something flirty and fun but naturally I can't help myself and it ended up getting a bit deeper than that. I also think this is a bit of a stretch for a "reunion" prompt...

I'm probably going to be doing 3 of the prompts for this week, but maybe more if I can get time to write them

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“Bec?” Chloe said, wrapping on the door of Beca’s office, one hand absentmindedly rubbing against her stomach. “This is your 30-minute warning, okay? The Bellas are going to be here in an hour.”

“So shouldn’t I get a 60-minute warning?” Beca replied. “They’ll be late anyway.”

“They won’t be late, Aubrey is in charge,” Chloe said, pushing the door open and stepping into her wife’s office. “And you need a 30-minute warning because you’re not greeting our friends - who we haven’t seen in over a year - in your office sweatpants.”

Beca frowned and spun around in her chair. “You love my office sweatpants.”

Chloe cocked her head. “Is that something you imagined I said?”

“I guess I just assumed, since every time I wear them you always want to grab my butt.”

“I think that’s more about your butt than the sweatpants, babe,” Chloe said. “But whether I love the sweats or not, you still need to change.”

“Fine,” Beca said, taking Chloe’s hands and tugging her into her lap. “Well, I don’t need to do any more work, so what should we do with our extra 30 minutes?”

Chloe checked her watch. “It’s more like 27 minutes now.”

“27 minutes? That doesn’t really seem like enough time,” Beca said.

“Well, we could have a little longer if we saved time by showering together,” Chloe said.

“Mrs Mitchell-Beale, I like the way you think.”

Chloe climbed off Beca’s lap and tugged her out of the chair.

“Make the most of this,” Chloe said, pulling her towards the bathroom. “Once the Bellas get here we have to behave for a full week.”

Beca groaned. “Remind me why we have that rule in place again? It seems cruel and unnecessary. It’s not like they don’t know we’re married. They were there. They even saw us kiss.”

“And they still haven’t forgiven us for that time Emily walked in on us in the laundry room,” Chloe said. “Poor girl nearly went blind.”

“In our defence, she didn’t knock first,” Beca replied.

“In her defence, who knocks on the door of a laundry room before they enter?”

“Okay,” Beca said, “fair point.”

They made short work of stripping out of their clothes and were soon stepping into the shower together. As it so often did, Beca’s hand found its way to Chloe’s stomach.

“You’re still sure you want to tell them?” Beca asked.

“Yes,” Chloe said. “When is the next time we will all be together again after this? I want to tell them in person.”

“I know,” Beca said. “I do too.”

“Then why does your face look like that?”

“Genetics?”

“Smart-ass,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes. She put a finger under Beca’s chin and tilted her head up so she would look at her, and not her bump. “Why do you look worried? This is good news.”

“It’s the best news,” Beca said. “It’s just… as soon as we tell them, it stops being our little secret. It… I can’t explain it.”

“You’re scared we’re jinxing it,” Chloe said. Beca’s eyes dropped to Chloe’s stomach again, and Chloe knew she was right. “This isn’t like last time.”

“I know that,” Beca said. “Logically, I know that.”

Chloe pressed a kiss on Beca’s cheek and then pulled her into her arms, and they stayed like that for a little while. The hot water cascaded on and around them, steam rising up to obscure the rest of their bathroom.

Feeling hidden away and protected, Beca spoke again. “Announcing him to our friends, celebrating him, it feels like we’re drawing attention to him. Like we’re asking for something bad to happen. The more excited I get to meet him, the more convinced I am that something is going to take him away.”

“Baby,” Chloe said, softly, holding Beca tighter.

“I know I’m being stupid-”

“-You aren’t being stupid,” Chloe said, cutting her off.

“I know it isn’t logical,” Beca said as if there’d been no interruption. “But then the more I try to convince myself that it isn’t going to happen, the more I feel like it will. If you tell yourself over and over again that everything’s fine, that everything will be fine, then the more likely it is that the universe will want to screw you over.”

Beca’s thoughts were spiralling now, she was working herself into a panic. She took a slightly shuddering breath and opened her mouth, as if to continue before something tapped her on the palm of her hand.

She froze.

During their hug, her hand reached Chloe’s stomach again. One hand was pressed against Chloe’s back, the other resting protectively on the side of her stomach.

She had felt her son kick for the first time.

They hadn’t made it this far last time.

Beca let out a shocked laugh and tears sprang to her eyes before quickly joining the shower water spilling down her cheeks.

“He can hear you,” Chloe said, smiling as tears filled her eyes too. “He’s letting you know that he’s okay.”

Beca laughed again and bent down to press a kiss against Chloe’s stomach.

“Hi buddy,” Beca said. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

“We don’t have to tell the Bellas,” Chloe said. “I can wear my big sweaters.”

“In L.A. in July?” Beca said, straightening back up, an eyebrow raised.

“I’m always cold, they’ll believe it,” Chloe said.

“We should tell them,” Beca said. “They’re our family.”

Chloe smiled. “Good, because they would never have believed the sweater thing.”

Beca laughed and kissed her wife again. “I’m sorry I dumped all that on you. I didn’t mean to, it just came out.”

“Don’t apologise,” Chloe said. “Have you talked to your therapist about it?”

“Yeah, we’re working on it,” Beca said. “I know it’s just my anxiety working overtime. My dumb brain doesn’t like it when I’m happy, apparently.”

“Not dumb,” Chloe corrected. “Just… misguided? It thinks it’s protecting you. It thinks it’s keeping you safe.”

“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” Beca said. “I’m sorry I ruined the mood. I was planning on doing my best sex moves and everything.”

“I suppose when everyone’s safe in bed tonight, we could try again,” Chloe said, with a hint of a smirk. “Our door does lock, after all.”

“Do you think you can be quiet enough for that?” Beca asked, grinning as she pulled Chloe in for a kiss.

Chloe pulled away. “We don’t have time right now. I don’t even know what time it is, we’ve been in here for-”

Ding-dong!

“Crap,” Chloe said.

“So greeting them soaking wet and naked is better than my work sweats, how exactly?”

#bechloe week 2023 #bechloe week 23 #bechloe week #bechloe #bechloe fanfiction #fanfic #pitch perfect fanfiction #fanfiction #pitch perfect fanfic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #beca #chloe #bechloe fanfic #bechloe fic #pitch perfect fic #no matter the timeline

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i worry that if asmodeus and fizz split up asmodeus would just be depressed forever 💀

like yeah eat the rich and all but boy literally was telling fizz he’s the best thing to ever happen to him in his ~6000 years of living. like picture finally having the one thing you never thought you could/should/would, then losing it (even if for valid reasons), and being implicitly/explicitly told you shouldn’t do the thing you never thought you’d do that brought you happiness because of how you exist. doubly so if lilith/sarah are canon. like a pandora’s box. he could never go back to feeling how he did pre-fizz love again.

idk man ain’t perfect and no one’s owed anything including a relationship, but that’s my big hurdle right now regarding blitzfizz. guy seems so happy, but fizz doesn’t always. stolas can choke tho idc about his feelings

God the way people baby this man. One fanfic/AU and everyone wants my head lol. This is all reminding me of how Edward used to be talking about Bella. It’s the same way for Stolas. There’s no happy ending here no matter which way it goes.

Having your first love ripped away by tragic circumstances and kept apart by lies is fine if they’re both imps, but a rich person having to part with their first crush?? Unthinkable. They’ll literally explode and die without them. I just don’t get why rich sheltered characters get so much more gentleness and extra care.

As it stands those two Goetia are basically stans of the two imps with no life outside of them, isolating themselves from the people who’ve always been there for them by ignoring or causing animosity with them, all for the sake of their obsessive secret sex buddy or partner….that’s romance?

How is this show claiming to be in the maturity level of Bojack when you guys can’t even handle a Diane and Mr Peanutbutter level of breakup? You feel that way, because his character is just being obsessed with Fizz. His life spins entirely around him and around sex he’s painfully one dimensional. Also he’s a tragic character no matter when and how they separate. They can’t break up because Oz will cry and cry and never stop crying forever. Doesn’t the fact it’s all based on a lie bother anyone? This is clearly some type of setup going on.

Being implicitly explicitly told that—-stop right there because. False. There is no ‘you should never have that’ Love changes you and just because you break up with your favourite performer doesn’t mean “oh I can never ever love ever again” like damn.

I don’t even think this has anything to do with blitzfizz or shipping in general I wouldn’t even mind if Fizz stayed single at the end as long as he was happy again and his world was more than his sugar daddy.

#helluva boss critical #fizzarozzie crit

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Ok so I was watching New Moon and the scene where Sam finds Bella in the woods after Edward leaves made me think of werewolf!lestappen.

Like maybe in your blurb about witch!reader almost burning out from overdoing her magic she doesn’t make it back to the house. Instead she’s curled up on the forest floor and Charles and Max are frantically looking all over for her. They end up having to split up to search. Charles is the one to find her but he’s so worried that he can’t switch back in order to carry her. Instead he’s just poking her with his snout while whining at her begging her to wake up. He howls and Max just comes running. Max ends up being the one to carry her home and even though she’s still unconscious she smiles because she knows instinctively that she’s safe. After that the boys don’t let her out of their site for weeks. And that’s also when they make sure they are always with her when she goes to get ingredients in the woods so that they can keep her safe.

Also, can I be 💎anon?

of course you can be!! and new moon my beloved<3333

the way charles just curls around you protectively until max gets there because you’re cold and it makes him nervous. like he’s so on edge and so ready to fight anything or anyone that approaches, so scared that you’re not going to be okay that he ends up growling at max before he realises it’s actually him

and the way you nuzzle into the warmth. the way you know you’re safe with your boys. and deep down, you know they are gonna have a go at you for going out when your magic was so weak but right now, you just enjoy them taking care of you

and the way charles essentially refuses to leave your side🥹the poor boy is just so scared you’ll never wake up. he knows max says you’ll be fine but he knows he won’t relax until you’re awake. and max knows the best he can do is take care of you both until that happens

#cece answers #werewolf!lestappen #lestappen.thots #💎.anon

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rosaliesimp · 1 year

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Fictober 2022: New Kid in Forks

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Jasper Hale x You

Prompt: How would that even work?

a/n: You're Bella's sister, nicknamed Sunshine for your innate ability to make others happy. Everything is essentially the same, but Bella is a sophomore instead of a junior when she moves to Forks. You also are in on the secret, for the sake of the story.

Part 1 of 2

You weren’t expecting everything to go so south, so quickly. Well, north would be the better term, but it didn’t fit with the saying.

You had managed to hold your mother back for a few months, but the moment Bella came back to Phoenix, she begged you to come back to Forks with her.

“Sunny,” she started. You cringed when she used your nickname, remembering how much you loved your sister. “Sunny, please,” she begged.

You had heard the stories about Forks. Even though Bella really just liked it because of her boyfriend, she had told you how there was never, ever sun. Your nickname suddenly seemed unfitting.

“It’ll be so fun. Charlie would love to see you again,” she suggested. That broke you. It had been years since you went to see Charlie… since elementary school. “Fine,” you muttered.

She clasped her hands together with glee, then turned to Edward, her boyfriend, her new ray of sunshine. “Edward, did you hear that? She’s coming with us!”

He certainly heard it the first time, he was only a few feet from her hospital bed, but he smiled nonetheless.

Your sister, darling Bella, had convinced you to move to Forks with her. Really, it was more of guilt tripping, but it worked either way.

You tugged your large bag up the porch stairs, and huffed as you stopped just inside the door. “Charlie’s home!” Bella called, already upstairs and inside her room, probably with her weird boyfriend. She had to tell you about his true nature, or perhaps lack thereof, to get you to stop pestering.

You scanned the room around you, and a muffled sound clued you in. “Hey, Sunny,” he said. “Dad!” you cheered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He was never one for all those lovely dovey things, but his grasp on you was firm and warm. You missed this.

“Here, let me take your stuff. I don’t have a good place for you to stay… but you can try the upstairs office. It’s a little cramped, though,” he said. You shook your head.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Anything else I should do before school starts on Monday?” you asked. He shook his head this time. “It’s fine. Being chief has its perks, and apparently, one of those is fast paperwork,” he said, taking a sip of the hot coffee he picked up from the table.

You gave him one last hug for good measure, and hurried up the stairs.

He was right. The room was cluttered, but it would make a good writing room. There was a cold draft coming through the room. You hurried to shut the windows, and realized that they were shut. You shivered, and opted to hunt for some blankets for the small bed they had in the room.

Several fleece blankets later, you had covered yourself completely and were snuggled up tight underneath them.

The weekend passed too quickly, but things could’ve been worse. You knew three people in town, and while two of them were your family, two of them also went to high school, meaning you wouldn’t need to flounder about.

You had a backpack full of textbooks when you met up with Bella and Edward for lunch. They smiled as you approached, Edward just slightly holding Bella off the ground. She was still in need of a wheelchair, but with Forks High School being… not exactly the best place for them with the rainy sidewalks, Edward made a nice replacement for both emotional and literal support.

He held her waist in a way where she could almost walk, and motioned for you to follow the two of them. You held the door open for them, and Bella looked back at you, a beautiful smile on her face. “My dear Sunshine, hurry before you don’t have a place to sit!” she said, a rushed tone in her voice.

“No, no! I don’t mind trailing behind with you. And don’t use my nickname so publicly!” you added in a whisper. She shrugged.

You watched as Edward carefully and quickly sat Bella down in a chair, then took the open seat on her other side. Looking at the tenants of the table, your jaw almost dropped. They all seemed to smile, though not quite as menacing as someone of their species would normally.

“Bella,” you hissed, “you didn’t tell me there were more!” She shrugged as if it were nothing. “Edward isn’t that lonely,” she tried, but she seemed a little apologetic for not informing you.

She gave the whole table an awkward smile, and turned to you. “So!” she started, and the other girl on your left turned right toward you, a bright smile on her face. “I’m Alice! Bella and I go way back. Or, I guess, way forward!” she laughed.

Bella leaned up in your ear. “She sees the future. She’s just a little… eccentric like that,” she whispered. You nodded along. Alice took over from Bella, pointing at each member of the table as she introduced them. Edward—of course—and Bella, the picturesque couple. A beautiful blonde and a muscular man, who were somehow worse than the previous couple, introduced as Rosalie and Emmett. Alice pointed to herself as she said her name, then did a dismissive hand motion in the direction of the end of the table.

He looked tired, worse than all of him. His hair, blond and just a little long, was a little bit unkempt. He was focused on a book on the table, but he didn’t seem to be reading it. Alice cleared her throat and he snapped back to life, shutting his book.

He took a moment to focus his gaze on you. You both smiled, though his smile seemed to have an edge to it. He stood up, and extended his cold hand. You took it, and nearly had your hand crushed in his firm grasp. “Jasper,” he introduced. “Sunny. Or Sunshine. Or really, just my name,” you laughed, watching his amused smile grow.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he said, then sat back down. There was a hint of an accent in his voice, and you couldn’t quite place it.

Alice glanced between the two of you, and a shit-eating grin appeared on her face. Edward seemed shocked, but quickly regained his composure. “How would that even work?” he asked Alice, voice hushed like a whisper.

Her eyebrows knitted together, and Edward looked away with a sigh. He shook his head in disagreement. You glanced at Jasper, who seemed to have the same idea.

Weeks passed. You realized that you and Jasper had quite a few classes together, and boy oh boy, was he interesting. He was born in Texas, fought in the Civil War, and after realizing that he didn’t feel right about fighting against someone’s right to live, he ran away. Some lady named Maria took him in, then turned him. Crazy life story, but that’s how he got to where he is.

He claimed that he’d never found a mate, but that might change, and you got the idea that he looked at you as a hint to something.

In the beginning of your senior year, you expected everything to continue the same as it did before. And then, Jasper asked for your full attention.

You closed your book, and stuffed it in to your bag, nervous, but anticipating what you could only pray would come from his mouth. He smiled too. “Do you want to go to the Forks Fall Fest?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Part 2.

#fictober22 #twilight saga #twilight x you #jasper hale #jasper hale x reader

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weirdraccoon · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 1: "I've got you"

Tomarry - Tom Riddle x Harry Potter.

!!! - Murder. Fluff and Angst.

“I’ve got you.”

Harry was in shock. He was staring with wide frightened eyes at the blood in his hands.

He felt dirty. He was dirty. His hands were red and dripping and the girl was lying on the ground still and silent. Not even her breathing was heard. A few minutes ago her cries were pitiful and angry and scared.

She had been so angry.

And also so scared.

“Come on, Harry,” Tom whispered frantically. “We have to go before someone finds us.”

Before someone finds her.

Before someone saw Harry with her blood all over himself.

“She- she was going to tell,” he mumbled brokenly.

“Hush, hush, I know, love,” Tom said, pulling on Harry’s robes to lead him towards the sinks. “I know. I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’ll take care of this, don’t say anything.”

Myrtle Warren had seen them.

She was fascinated with Harry and she followed him that night. Harry was preoccupied and didn’t see her until it was too late. She threatened to tell everyone. She demanded Harry go out with her or else she’d destroy Tom’s reputation. His chances of working in the Ministry would be null and even in muggle London he’ll be known as a fairy. Her parents had important positions, apparently.

Harry didn’t even realize he had done it.

It wasn’t the first time he heard those infuriating insults. It wasn’t even the first time he heard someone threaten a loved one because of it. Sirius and Remus were the prime examples after all. However, they didn’t care about the Ministry’s beliefs or the Black family shunning them. They traveled for work, and Remus didn’t have to worry about his furry problem, as Sirius called it, since he and Sirius were they’re own bosses.

Tom, however, wanted to change things. He told Harry- He promised that one day they would be together, publicly, without bigoted people daming them for their love.

It would take time and it required too much effort in manipulating and lying to certain people, but Harry thought it’d be possible. He wanted to believe that, in the future, love would be what mattered and not who shared it.

How could something be wrong when it was too good to be true? Too pure? Too… fulfilling?

Tom deposited Harry in the main hall of the chamber, ordering their basilisk to “clean the mess upstairs” while he tended to his beloved. With gentle hands and slow motions, Tom cleaned Harry’s hands and face and threw the knife he used far away from them.

At least Aunt Bella would be happy to know Harry used her Yule gift.

“You’re fine,” Tom murmured lovingly, waving his wand over Harry’s robes to siphon the blood. “You’re fine, darling. I love you. I love you so much.”

Harry was still staring ahead, lost in thoughts and memories of blood, blood, blood. But with Tom’s hands around his and his scent so close and his words promising everything would be al right…

Harry felt warm.

He closed his eyes.

He was safe.

Tom’s got him.

#flufftober2023 #tomarry #tom riddle x harry potter

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icu-fetish · 1 year

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Test subject Bella. Part 2.

Bella could feel the breathing tube in her mouth, the catheters, the needles, the neck brace. However, she could neither move nor even open her eyes.

Then she heard the ever-calm voice of Dr. Cohen.

“Bella, you have nothing to worry about. We regularly inject you with a drug that paralyzes your body. However, you hear and feel everything. This is necessary so that you do not resist. Tomorrow we will do your first brain surgery. In general, I have grander plans for you."

The girl was scared. She could not even think that she would find herself in such a situation. Intubated, catheterized, attached to medical devices, completely helpless, Bella could not resist Dr. Cohen and prevent her from experimenting on her body.

When Bella woke up after the first surgery, she heard Dr. Cohen instructing the nurses.

"Bella needs to rest for a while. We just started probing her brain. Further operation will be more difficult. Monitor her vital signs around the clock. However, Chloe's condition has noticeably worsened, and I have to devote more time to her treatment."

Bella realized that Dr. Cohen had other patients. However, how many and who are they? Is she also conducting cruel experiments on them?

Unable to move, speak, or even breathe on her own, Bella pondered these questions. However, very soon she learned the answers to them.

Later, she heard Dr. Cohen's thoughtful voice near her.

“Bella, the results of our experiment are still incomplete. Therefore, we will perform another brain surgery on you. Everything will be fine, don't worry. There are patients in this facility who have severe brain damage. Researching your brain can help us create more effective ways to treat them.”

Waking up after surgery, Bella was finally able to open her eyes.

Her head was bandaged, but she was still paralyzed and connected to the ventilator.

#intubated #breathing tube #ventilator

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blackholelynn · 1 year

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Missed Confession

Summary: When you get the chance to confess your crush to your best friend, will you take it?

Pairing: Bella Swan x Reader

Warnings: Nothing major; some unrequited feelings, maybe?

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: A day late, but it's better late than never! I think that may be my motto lol. Another entry for @twilightsaganetwork's appreciation week, with today's entry being "Favorite Quote"! I will put my favorite quote in bold and all I ask is that you don't laugh 😭 I genuinely have the first letters of every word of this quote on a candy bracelet, so I think it would've been a crime not to choose this one? Anyways, enjoy!

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You were sitting in the passenger seat of Bella’s beat-up truck, wondering how you had even gotten into this position. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her pensive posture as she sped down the rainy road to the Rez to see Jacob. The car's speed and her dazed affect only served to make your anxiety heightened. You didn’t even know Jacob, so you were struggling to find a reason for you being there. It had just become difficult for you to leave her side after Edward left, and to see her so broken was too much for you.

“You sure you should be driving this fast?” you asked nervously, unable to keep quiet about it any longer.

Bella spared you an exasperating glare before her eyes focused on the road. “I do know how to drive. That’s not something I’ve forgotten.”

“No, I wasn’t–” You cut yourself off from trying to justify the question because you were sure you came off as patronizing when you asked. Taking an extra moment to adjust your seatbelt, you sighed, “I’m sorry. I’ve just been worried about you. And not in the ‘I don’t think you can take care of yourself’ kinda way, more like the ‘my friend is in a lot of pain’ kinda way.”

“Oh…thanks.” Her muscles relaxed a bit as her defensiveness eased. The speedometer (thankfully) also seemed to lower as she let up on the gas. The heavy trees started to thin the closer you got to houses, and when a few popped up, she asked you another question. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to come if this isn’t your thing. I know you’ve never met Jacob, so it might be a little awkward.”

You shook your head with a reassuring smile. “As long as you introduce us, it’ll all be fine. I’m just happy to spend some time with you.”

The grin on Bella’s face was a nice change from the sour expression that had started to make its home there. Her happiness was infectious and spread to you as well. You couldn’t remember having this much quality time with your best friend since she was still coming every summer to visit her dad. But that was a long time ago, and a lot had changed.

You stared at the greenery whizzing past your window as you reflected on that time. When you were younger and still a bit unsure, you dreamed about spending your life with her. You had thought it was what everyone hoped to do with their friends. Then she stopped coming around, and a few revelations later, you realized that you were absolutely and painfully in love with your best friend. To make matters worse, her return to Forks was quickly punctuated by her getting into a relationship with Edward Cullen, of all people.

I’ll just keep it to myself. She doesn’t need this right now.

As you always had done, you pushed your feelings down to spare hers. Thankfully, the truck came to a halt, and you opened the door to get some fresh air.

“Bella!” A boy’s voice called out, and you saw who you assumed to be Jacob. He wasted no time wrapping her in a hug and spinning her around when he reached her. “Where the hell have you been, loca?!”

Bella chuckled once he finally let her go before gesturing towards you. “Jacob, this is one of my friends from school. I thought it would be fun to hang out together and have an extra set of hands.”

You told him your name and stuck out your hand for a handshake. “It’s great to finally meet you. Bella’s told me so much about you.” After an awkward handshake, you added on a teasing remark, “All good things!”

Jacob seemed to bristle at your presence, and you began to space out as Bella showed him the motorcycle she had in the bed of her truck. It was a fixer-upper that she wanted done, and you weren’t about to argue. The last time she tried to ride a motorcycle, you found out from Jessica that she had hopped on a stranger’s bike. You were shocked out of your stupor when Jacob lifted one of the motorcycles out of her truck as though it was made of plywood. “Holy shit!”

“Yeah, Jake, you’re like…buff?” Bella added in total shock. “And you’re only 16?”

“Yeah, age is just a number, baby. You’re like, what? 40 now?” Jacob walked the bike back towards the garage with an impish smirk.

You knew he was only poking fun, but the severe look that crossed Bella’s face told you that he had hit a nerve. Without thinking, you put a hand on her back and rubbed between her shoulder blades in a sympathetic gesture.

She sighed and leaned closer to you as you both followed behind Jake. “It feels like that sometimes,” she muttered under her breath.

The rest of the time in the garage, the two of you were glorified assistants while Jacob did most of the work. Bella wasn’t sure exactly what she was doing, and you had even less of a clue. Thankfully, the tense rivalry Jacob seemed to fabricate between the two of you faded away. By the end of the day, the three of you were laughing like old friends.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You giggled, leaning back on the futon that Jacob had set up in the garage. “You made mud pies together?! I thought that was our thing!”

“To be fair, it was our thing first,” Bella agreed.

“So what I’m hearing is that Jake totally stole my play there.”

“Just a little.”

Jacob rolled his eyes as he continued tightening a bolt on the bike, only turning back to address you when he was done. “I didn’t steal anything. We just happened to think of the same idea.”

“Uh huh, sure we did. I can see you for what you really are, thief!” you teased, dramatically throwing your arm over your face. The two of them laughed at your melodramatic antics. Bella’s fit of giggles caused her to lose stability, and she leaned on you once more for support. You thought your heart might beat out of your chest on the spot.

When she finally returned to her senses, she frowned at the purple-pinkish sunset outside. “It looks like it might be time for us to head out.”

“Oh, yeah. For sure.” Jacob hastily dropped the metal wrench in his hand with a clang and stood up. “You want me to walk you to your truck.”

“I think we’ve got it, but thanks, Jake. See you tomorrow,” she said, getting ready to leave. Jacob moved as though he was going to hug her goodbye, but she walked past him without realizing it. The only thing you could do was mouth a silent ‘sorry’ before hurrying after her.

The silence of your walk was broken when your intrusive thoughts came blundering out of your mouth. “So, you know that Jake has a thing for you, right?”

“What?”

Bella stopped in her tracks, looking at you like you had just made the biggest faux pas of your life. The silence stretched out for an eternity, only being filled by the nighttime sounds of the forest near you. You felt your hands grow clammy as your stomach twisted. Should you be this nervous when talking to your best friend?

“I just thought you knew,” you chuckled, trying to play it off. “It’s not a big deal! I just thought I’d mention it so it didn’t come out of left field or anything. You know, because that would be really awkward if you weren’t prepared, and I know you’re still dealing with some things–”

She began laughing again and started back up her pace to the truck. “You seriously think Jake has a crush on me? We’re just friends! Although I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Bells…” You meekly trailed behind her. The words swam around in your head, clawing their way up your throat. You knew you shouldn’t bring it up, and you definitely knew that the topic of Edward was still sore. You couldn’t help telling her what was on your mind, just as you always had. “Friends can still have crushes on other friends. I wouldn’t dismiss it that easily.”

Bella cocked her head in confusion. “What…are you saying?” Her eyes scanned your face for something hidden, although it was clear she wasn’t even sure what she should be looking for. She was never one to see any of the hints people gave to her.

This was your chance. She had given you a moment, a huge opening to lay out all your feelings. If she accepted them, then you would deal with it. If she rejected them, then at least you would know how to move past it. It was what you had been waiting for since she came back into your life.

“Nothing,” you replied, forcing a smile on your face. “It’s nothing. I guess I don’t know Jacob that well to be able to tell anyway.”

That seemed to assuage her curiosity, and she hopped into the driver’s side of the truck. You slid into the seat next to her, trying not to feel sick by your close proximity. The regret swirled inside you like a sick whirlpool, and it was all you could do not to crawl out of your skin. You’d have to find another chance if there would ever be another, and then you’d have to decide all over again if you wanted to confess.

How were you ever going to keep this up?

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witchthewriter · 9 months

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𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑮𝒚𝒗𝒆𝒓 & 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒚: 𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

Paid story for @alohomorasomnium. Word Count: 3k Warnings: swears, implied past domestic violence/abuse (slight details), stalking

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You were on the road for two hours before Opie pulled off the dirt road, and down the hill into a small town that had a few shops open. The motel was at the end of the gravel road. It was a slightly odd area, but nothing made you feel uncomfortable. In fact,…it was the opposite. Something about the place set you to ease. The balmy air, the smell of food cooking…the quietness.

Opie slowed down and stopped in the almost empty parking lot, except for a beat-up old green truck. He told you to wait by the bike while he arranged a room. Before Opie stalked off he said he’d make sure there were two beds. And your heart cracked a little, but you just smiled and nodded.

You were fine with whatever he was comfortable with. You never ever wanted to make him uncomfortable, but you also didn’t want to push the limits. He didn’t need to help you. But he was…he has been. And he never asked anything from you.

Maybe you reminded him of someone? A sister, mother, best friend, old girlfriend? And so, he felt compelled to help…those thoughts had been spinning around your head for weeks. Trying to figure out just why he was being so helpful; going out of his way to make sure you were safe.

How could a biker be such, such an … angel?

The sun was gently falling from its place in the sky, making room for the glowing moon. It was waning tonight, and you watched as your thoughts changed with the sky. You started to worry about everything. Your pets, your job, your home… your life.

But as soon as you saw the tall biker exit the building all that pent up anxiety shifted into nothingness. It dissipated as soon as you locked eyes, and he walked over to you. Lifting the bags over his shoulders, he gave you the key and told you the room number.

There was something intimate about walking towards a shared room together. One that neither of you had been in.

Unlocking number six, you twisted the handle and opened the door to a clean room.

With one bed.

Opie grinned but it didn’t reach his eyes, as you both looked at the bed.

“I specifically told them two beds, I can go and get a room change – there barely seems to be that many people here.”

But you stopped him, “no no really. It’s fine. This is great. I don’t mind – oh but if you do-“

“Oh, I don’t mind! I just thought you wanted your own bed. I – I could sleep on the floor?”

“Now you’re being ridiculous, just sleep next to me. I’m not that bad, am I?”

“No, Kaelie, you’re not. You’re actually… pretty fucking beautiful.”

And then there was a beat of awkward silence because did Opie really say that out loud? You knew he did because his cheeks were red and took the beanie off his head and started rubbing the back of his neck.

Tig had informed your work that you would be gone for a while. Not too long that they’d have to find a replacement, but long enough that it was noteworthy.

Usually a boss would ask why, but when a biker said you weren’t coming into work – well you weren’t coming in and that was the end of that.

Bella, Bea and Dobby were a bit hesitant to stay at Tig’s. He had one dog, a staffy who wasn’t used to the company of other animals. So, they were kept apart from Tig’s boy. But as guests, they were given the best places to sit and sleep on. Tig even went out of his way to find cat toys and things that Bea and Dobby may like. A part of him wanted them to have the best stay so they didn’t want to leave (to make him look good).

You were given updates by Tig whenever he could – because he knew how anxious you would be about them. Especially your Bella, who had been your protector for a while. Even during your time with Dalton. She had been a surprise by him – a gift. A pathetic excuse as a sorry for ruining all your makeup because ‘you kept leaving it everywhere.’

You couldn’t help but fall in love with Bella, even though you tried to. As you were the one picking up her poops and cleaning her piss. Dalton was extra angry if he saw, or even smelt any. That was one thing that made it extra difficult; Dalton allowed you to have an animal in the house but there could be no traces of the animal.

So Bella lived outside, but you made outside an absolute wonderland for her. You set up an area where she would be dry if the nights got too wet, and a big bed where she could nuzzle up into. You nearly cried every night, sliding the back to closed and hearing her cry for you.

Dalton had said to just get those big kennel things (which were cages) and leave her in there. He had said, “it’s not like she has a mind of her own. Being in a cage is nothing. She’s fine.”

And it was then that you realised you had to get away from this man. But every time he had done something wrong; pulled your hair too hard, or slapped your face, or gave you insults in front of people, he would come back with more gifts. The last two were Bea and Dobby. One in honor of your favourite franchise that ever existed.

Dalton had no time watching the movies or reading the books with you. He took absolute zero interest. And it had taken you some time to realise it, but Dalton was not the man for you.

Hell, your family took a bit of convincing since Dalton made the perfect boyfriend. But you were adamant on showing how he truly was.

You had a plan, and it went smoothly (although you got a few bruises and bumps from it) but your family was finally able to see how he truly was. And then your life completely turned around.

Because then there was Charming.

Other stalkers donned black clothing, particularly black hoodies that they pulled over their head. But not Dalton. He knew that image was everything, and if people saw him wearing that, he would be suspicious.

So, here he was, in a white shirt and jeans, brown boots and a watch that glinted in the sun. His face peered into your house, and using the key he’d made for himself, Dalton unlocked the back door and walked in.

The cameras Dalton had set up two weeks ago were gone, and his nose flared. Clutching his fists, he was about to punch the wall when he stopped mid thrust, and let logic wash over him.

Will this help?

Or will this hinder?

The voice, your voice, Kaelie’s voice had whispered in his head.

It will hinder he whispered back, and instantly let go of his fist.

And I don’t want any my possessions broken.

No, you wouldn’t want them damaged. I’ll be respectful. I just want you back.

The Prospect that had been stationed at your place had noticed the disruption. With his gun out, he walked around the back to find it opened.

Without hesitation, he got out his phone and called Jax. “He’s here.” From a place hidden place, the Prospect waited and watched at this psychopath.

Dalton’s hearing was usually impeccable, but having all your things at his hands was overwhelming. It was like a child in a lolly store with unlimited money. His joy was written on his face as he looked at your things. The knitting you had done, and still been doing. The bowls for the animals. Although Dalton and Bella never got along, neither did the cats. But in his mind they were just warming up to him. But none of your most beloved items were in your room … your jewellery and favourite pyjamas weren’t there.

But … your underwear was… and opening a drawer, he pulled out the only pair of red lacy underwear that you owned and pressed it to his nose.

Taking a huge breath in, Dalton shuddered, he imagined you here before him and he instantly became hard. But he couldn’t let himself become this uncontrolled. It wasn’t apart of the plan. But he did end up pocketing the underwear.

And when he went out into the loungeroom, your favourite knitted blanket wasn’t there either.

Think Dalton, think…

You had been staying at the biker’s place, but he had already looked into the house and none of your belongings were there either. Well, from what he could see through the darkened home.

Huffing, the six-foot man looked in one of your hallway mirrors and fixed his hair.

Everyone loved Dalton.

That’s what his mother would say all the time. And those usually uplifting words were accompanied by a slap. Or a pulled ear, and then rough words being spoken just under her breath so no one else could hear it.

To the world, Dalton was his mother’s pride and joy, and at home, he was her mirror. An extension of herself. A cruel reminder of all the things she never accomplished; so she pushed Dalton, pushed and pushed for badges and A’s, and trophies and awards.

He achieved them. No matter the cost. Dalton always met his mother’s expectations, because when he didn’t…well, that trauma was what led him here.

You walked around the room, inspecting it, trying to find something that was unclean or downright dirty. But you found nothing. You pulled back doors and wandered about the small space, and everything was up to shape. But in complete honestly you just wanted the bathroom clean, if that could be accomplished then you had no qualms.

But all was well when you opened the cream-coloured door. The large glass barrier was without any smudges or fingerprints. The toilet was next, and god, surprisingly clean as well. You couldn’t wait to have a shower.

For such a cheap motel, they did do it up quite nicely. It certainly wasn’t the Ritz, but you had a bathroom with a shower and a bath, as well as … one bed … that could vibrate!

When you found that out, your curiosity got the best of you, and you immediately picked it up and started pressing buttons. There weren’t any clear instructions but when you saw the big red button. As soon as you pressed it, you heard the vibrations of the bed.

Opie, who had sat on the edge of the bed, one hand on his head, bent over, started to shake. From side to side he went, his beanie nearly coming off his head as you turned up the remote. Then up and down, for a moment he just sat facing forwards, it wasn’t until you looked up that you realised he was on the bed.

“Oh shit,” you said with a slight gasp.

“What the fuck,” he said, turning around. You started laughing and then couldn’t stop. The image would be implanted in your head forever.

You laughed through your words, unable to conceal your joy, “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were – on the bed-“ and then you heard the most beautiful noise. Opie started laughing as well. It was a deep chuckle, earthy and low.

Your words came out just above a whisper, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh.”

You hadn’t meant to say that, you were only thinking it and then suddenly the words came out. Opie looked up at you from where he sat on the bed. He just blinked at you.

There was silence for a beat.

And then Opie looked away from you, then back at you and said, “I’m just going to run out and get a few things.”

You groaned as you let the hot water wash over you. You found showers safe, an easy way to escape what was going on in life. And that didn’t go over well with your water bill. But you couldn’t help it, you just got lost in the feeling. It was like … water was your element. It made you feel alive, it made you feel clean and ready. You hated the amenities that motels, even hotels, had. The soap bars often led your body to that squeaky cleanliness which was really just drying out your skin. And they usually had those stupid two in one shampoo and condition which left your hair as frazzled as you felt.

You had specific body washes you liked. But you didn’t have the room to pack things like that. You were told only the essentials. Two extra pair of outfits, socks, underwear, medications, and that was supposed to be it. But you had shoved in your knitting needles and some wool.

You told yourself you would only bring it out when you really needed to. But half an hour later, after flicking through shitty show after shitty show, you sheepishly brought out your wool and needles and started to knit.

In Opie’s absence, you wandered over to the window and looked outside. Night had surpassed dusk and taken hold over the whole sky. It was navy blue in some areas, but a lot of the outside was shrouded in trees; making you feel small.

You looked down at what you were wearing and suddenly felt too drab. You had gotten ready for bed without thinking. No undergarments, no bra, and you were wearing an oversized shirt that had cats on it and long black trackpants.

Fuck? Fuck! You thought and pulled at your shirt. What am I supposed to do? I-I oh! I’ll stay underneath the covers, and when he isn’t looking I’ll … do everything else until the morning. No, no then he’d definitely think I’m weird.

While Opie was gone, you hastily chucked your bag onto the floor and opened it, scattering the contents over the bed. Where was a g-string? Surely you were in some sort of mind to pack that? But then you realised you hadn’t even brought the one over from your house to Opie’s house. God, I’m gonna buy more fucking g-strings, you thought.

And then another haunting thought rolled about in your head.

Opie is going to see me first thing in the morning. FIRST THING. As in as soon as he opens his eyes … it’s ME who he’s going to see. And yes, we lived together… But we had separate bedrooms, so I was got to brush my hair and use my own bathroom before seeing him.

The scenario played out in your head, and it hit you just how many barriers this situation bulldozed down. And in the middle of the night, what if he wakes up and I’m snoring like a chainsaw? Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. Maddening.

What if he stops helping me because he no longer desires, or … likes me?

Then you found a large black hoodie and you shoved that over your heard, getting your glasses caught in the process.

“Fuck,” you whispered, hair getting caught as well.

Your stomach twisted in knots. And then there was a knock at the door. Opie had been gone for about an hour, not long enough to make you worry but the thoughts started to creep in just as he walked through the door.

With hands full of plastic bags, he held snacks but more excitedly, he brought Mexican food. Shrugging the jumper down, you smelt it before you saw it.

“You didn’t-“ you said with a growing smile. Getting up, you forgot about your needles and wool and walked over to the looming man. He had closed the door and locked it.

“I saw one down the block, and I know how much you like it…”

A blush crawled onto your face, as did a smile.

“So, what else do we have in those bags.”

“Not a whole lot, but I thought if you got bored while we … motel-hopped, you could amuse yourself with-“

And then he pulled out the most glorious set of books.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“The last one only came out a year ago. I think I saw you reading a few of these and I know you didn’t bring any with you…oh and ugh, I got you this too-“ And the tall, muscled, bearded biker held out wool so you could knit. The wool was a deep navy, like the night sky.

You nearly cried from the joy of it all.

He had been listening to you, watching you…noticing you. Just as you noticed him and how he liked his coffee and what his favourite bands are.

“You didn’t need to do this, I can, I’ll pay you back-“ you went to get your purse, but he lightly grabbed your arm. It felt small in his hands, and you looked up at him. Into those dark blue eyes. If you looked closely, one could see a smattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose. But his beard hid them.

“Please, Kaelie. Don’t, there’s no need.”

“Opie, it wouldn’t have been cheap, and I don’t want you seeing me … as a burden.”

“I couldn’t ever see you that way,” he said almost chuckling, but once he saw your face, his small smile dropped.

Your eyes dropped to the floor and for a moment, you closed them. Just making sure you weren’t in a dream.

“I don’t understand, Opie-“ You started to speak, but he silently walked up in front of you and gently grasped your head in his hands.

“Just let me look after you.”

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