#i tried to include little mentions of pedro too

[pedropascalunofficial]

STORY TIME

Why did Pedro Pascal go quiet on socials?

Well, let's hazard a guess. Maybe he saw what his shitty "fans" were getting up to.

If I've left anything out, please dm me. And if you'd like to threaten me, my receipts are all in order🖕

What have Pedro Pascal's shitty "fans" done in this fandom?

Stalked him and used it for clout in order to gather more information. (Ms * and Ms Peacock)

Tracked his and his friends' activity. The person got blocked by the friend and used the news for clout. Mega lols all round on that one, not🙄. It gave them something to talk about on their trip, I guess🤷‍♀️ They were quiet after, though, right?! (Ms Green)

Created a private group chat and used it to gather information on his whereabouts. (Ms Peacock)

Moved in order to be closer to his house. When he mentioned he moved, they openly enquired about moving to a neighbourhood close to his new place. (Ms Wrestlemania)

Supported a friends project and made themselves the biggest donor yet publicly complained about their financial situation. Weird, right?! The friend was going through a really tough time. The fans used the access they gained to the friend to manipulate the friend into giving them access to him. The friend closed their project. (Ms Wrestlemania)

Made professional moves in order to work with another one of his friends in order to gain access to him. (Little Miss 23andme)

Bullied and harassed another fan for having limited access to him. They then doxxed the victims' family members' funeral. When they were called out and tried to defend themselves, they were caught owning an account that had supported the harassing messages. (Ms Wrestlemania and HideandSeek)

Stole photos from independent photographers and shared as their own, which he then shared so the photographer got paid. (Col Mustard)

Shared a stolen photo of him and another actor so he was forced to share his own so he owned the narrative. (Ms Peacock)

Had multiple genuine fan accounts deleted and suspended out of hate and jealousy. (Ms * and Encarni)

Sent d**th threats to other fan accounts. (I'll just pretend not to know who did this because it's under federal investigation💚)

That would definitely put me off going online. No wonder he went quiet.

I'd like to add that I was a total scumbag too once. Checked his personal info, thinking it was ok to do so out of interest. I shared bits and pieces because I didn't realise the ripple effect. Then I realised his info was being traded for people's personal gain. People were being manipulated into providing more and more. People were being ripped off for someone selling pics without a licence (you know who). I stopped. I made amends. I know I made a difference, so thank you to everyone who has helped right the wrongs.

Thank you to the people who helped provide tips.

Thank you to the people who had their lives affected but still stuck around to keep the good in the fandom.

Thank you to the people who listened.

Thank you to the people who took action when required.

Thank you to Pedro💜

And a giant FUCK YOU to the ppl who are still doing that shit and negatively affecting people's lives, including Pedro's and his friends' and family's.

Why did Pedro Pascal go quiet on socials?

Canada

Deuxmoi

Clue

The Meandering Response

The Counter Perspective

The Old Ladies

Buying Followers Pt1

The Fandom Stain Pt2

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fandom #fandom #storytime #pedro pascal stalker #little miss 23andme #ms Wrestlemania #col mustard #mrs green #ms peacock #story time #stalker reddit #crazy fans #fandom bullshit #deuxmoi #pedro pascal deuxmoi #stalker

[writefightandflightclub]

Santi +/x AuDHD!reader headcanons

(could be platonic or romantic - but written as not co-habiting)

Author’s note: maybe this is too niche, idk, but sometimes I like to think about the blorbos and how they’d interact with an AuDHD reader (because that’s me, so for obvious reasons). I headcanon that Santi is particularly compatible with a neurodivergent reader, maybe because I’m being self-indulgent… but also because why on earth would he not be? So here are a few poorly written / cobbled together thoughts which have been rattling around in my brain.

PLEASE NOTE: These are written in as general a way as I could manage (which may make it slightly less fulfilling, sorry, as it’s therefore lost specificity) but please note: since everyone who is AuDHD is so completely and vastly different, I couldn’t possibly have made this “fit” everyone’s experiences. Sorry if there are things you don’t relate to, but I tried to include a few more common experiences in there so hopefully there’s at least something.

Also! If you have any hcs of your own (for any Oscar/Pedro characters) PLEASE share them because I want more ND!reader content out there! 😀🧡 (Will also consider ND!reader requests if you have them, provided I think I can do it justice!)

Warnings: brief mention of panic attacks / anxiety (Santi). Geared towards ways that Santi helps reader out - that’s where my head was at, so it is what it is. Broadly neuro-affirming, I’m not putting anyone down for any traits ofc, even if they do cause challenges sometimes! Hope that makes sense!

Santi is so organised and tidy. He can make a plan and execute it with great attention to detail (have you seen that storage locker?!). If you struggle to stay organised and keep the house tidy etc., Santiago will have no issue helping you out, whether it’s coming up with a routine, creating a system, or simply doing a quick blitz anytime he’s over at your house. He finds it sorta therapeutic anyway, and you never feel like he’s doing it because he judges you or the condition of your place. It’s just wired into him to find order. Hell, sometimes if you lose something around the place you call him to see if HE can remember where he last saw it, and usually he can. That military routine never really left him, even all those years later, so he’s a great constant for modelling structure!

Santi will FaceTime you to body-double whatever chores you want to complete. For example; you have a Wednesday evening tradition to call each other while you each fold the laundry, or do whatever else you need to get done. You do get things done, and he makes you laugh the whole time too. He sticks to this routine as much as he can, no matter what else he has going on, or which country he is in. He loves this quality time with you, and to him it’s just a bonus that it helps you out.

Running late to meet him? He’s learned to bring a book and a flask of coffee along. He’ll wait, you’re worth it.

Sensitive to noise? Santi can’t relate fully, but he knows what it’s like for some sounds to instil negative effects. (See how this veteran is feeling around the fireworks at 4th July and you’ll get it.) He will respect your need for quiet when you need it. Besides, he’s slowed down a lot since his younger years and more and more enjoys the little things like curling up and reading a book. That said, if you want some stimulation and fancy hitting a dive bar with blasting music, or wanna dance in the kitchen, he can also be convinced. He has the range to accommodate all of your sensory preferences, your routines and your impulsive ideas, and he’ll gladly follow your flow.

He’s a magician at regulating you. This man is observant and can read people like nobody’s business, so he knows when you’re getting overstimulated or overwhelmed - often before anyone else does. When he sees it happen he’s happy to help you calm your nervous system however you need. Whether that’s a soft / firm hug, distracting you by talking to you in his soothing voice, working-out with you, letting you fidget with him - his hands, bracelets, whatever - or borrowing a texture of his, like playing with his soft curls.

Better believe this guy sends you texts throughout the day to check that you’ve eaten / drank water.

If you’re running late to an appointment and he’s free he will 100% drive you.

He loves to cook and always “accidentally” makes extra, so that you always have a stock of tasty “emergency” meals in your freezer for days when you don’t have the energy / functioning to cook.

Don’t wanna make the phone call? Santi will do it for you. Besides, he can charm the socks off of anyone so it’s probably best he deals with it anyway.

Santi is charming but he also has the ability to be straight down the line in his communication, especially with you as he trusts you so much. That means you rarely have to guess what he’s thinking or feeling about any particular thing. He lays it out for you and that’s super helpful. Of course, he can be closed off about his more complex, deeper emotions, but that’s something you seem to bring out of him - at least, in ways that no-one else has managed. You’ve had plenty of deep heart-to-hearts with the man and you know you can count on each other in a pinch, whether you need comfort or to vent about something you have going on.

Santi experiences panic attacks and anxiety and can relate to some of the ways you also struggle. He gets that people’s brains work in different ways and he’s far from judgemental about that. You’ve never once made him feel lesser when he’s been struggling and he will NEVER do that to you either.

Your sense of humour cracks him up no end.

He loves that you can be “blunt” / direct / a little “too honest”. He always knows where he stands with you, and for someone as (secretly) insecure as Santi that’s no small thing.

If you indicate you are burnt-out… he BELIEVES you. No questions asked - except for what you need, of course.

Forgotten something? Santi has started carrying spares. This man is nothing if not prepared, and now that simply extends to you. Whatever day-to-day items you carry (or often lose) he makes a mental note of the item and brand and buys multiple - for his place, his truck, wherever.

This man has social skills galore, so you can lean on him at parties, or in whatever situation if you’re feeling uncomfy or want a “way in” to a conversation. You can even leave him to do all the talking if you like, though of course he will enable you to have the floor if he can see that you want it. On the flip side, if you talk a lot, he is absolutely listening and rapt with whatever you are coming out with.

Don’t always look him in the eye? That’s okay. The man is so beautiful he’s used to people not being able to stare directly at him 😝 Besides, he finds you and your mannerisms completely charming.

He’s deadly, sure, but overall he’s actually quite a calm and not hugely reactive person - especially in a crisis. That can be so helpful in balancing you out on some occasions where you may react in a heightened way, or be emotional or worried / catastrophising about something. Despite his ability to skip town at the drop of a hat - before deciding to stick around - he does have the ability to be pretty steady and stable and sometimes that’s what you need.

He appreciates you and everything you do for him. He helps you out sometimes but you never feel “in his debt”. He is endlessly praising all of your amazing strengths and attributes (amidst some fond teasing ofc) and appreciates all that you are as well as all you do for him, and he couldn’t ask for a better person to have in his corner.

#santiago pope garcia x reader #AuDHD!reader #Santiago Garcia x reader #neurodivergent!reader

[thatredheadwriter]

Pretty

frankie morales x reader

Alright, so you know ya girl has a bit of an oral fixation. And a thing for marking (seriously, I’ve already done a whole fic about it). So it shouldn’t shock you that seeing all these gifs of Pedro from TUWOMT in his little striped speedo has✨SPARKED✨ something in me. Something absolutely fucking feral. I love thighs. Idc who they belong to, they’re fluffy pillows of sexiness and they deserve to be shown a good time. Also, we need to call boys pretty. They are and they deserve to hear it more. I totally intended for this to be pwp, but then I got a little angsty with it, and then it got real fluffy, and idk man. I think it turned out ok, but this is not the fic I planned on writing when I started, and that’s ok. Also, I suck at endings, so I guess I just stopped writing words instead of properly closing it. Whatever. Please enjoy.

This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales of Triple Frontier. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

Swearing

My extreme love of thighs

nibbling/marking kink

Kinda body worship

Elements of handjob

Mention of oral (male receiving)

Frankie doesn’t think he’s beautiful and handsome

Fairly mild (IMO) body-image-related angst (just Frankie’s this time around)

Mentions that maybe reader had some past body image issues (not explicit)

Pet names

Sickeningly sweet fluff

Making Frankie say that he’s pretty (not in a feminizing way, pretty doesn’t always mean feminine)

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

It was a lazy day. You lay with your foot at the head of the bed, arms crossed underneath you, reading your newest pick from the local library.

Frankie sat beside you, propped up against the headboard reading the morning paper. You knew if you teased him about his reading glasses and old-man habits he’d take them off and go back to squinting, so you kept your giggles to yourself.

When he didn’t need it to hold the paper, one of his warm palms rested splayed on the back of your thigh, rubbing up and down in what was meant to be a soft gesture, but was pulling your mind in another direction entirely.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t fucked your brains out the night before, but you couldn’t help but want more. He was too pretty, too handsome, although every time you tried to tell him so, he’d get all flustered and change the subject.

As your eyes trailed down his form, bathed in the morning light, you couldn’t help but appreciate him. His broad shoulders and soft tummy covered in the fabric of his favorite white t-shirt, down to his thighs, mostly exposed from the hem of his plaid boxers ridden up into the seam of his hips.

God his thighs were just perfect. You loved digging your fingers into them as he fucked your face, and so did he, even if he liked to pretend he was indifferent. They were your favorite pillow when you watched movies on the couch, and you loved watching and feeling the muscles flex underneath you as he came.

So when you finished your chapter, you sat up and pulled your legs up under you, turning to face your boyfriend with a pout. Sitting back on your heels, you chewed on your lip as you studied him until he noticed your stare and set his paper aside.

“What’s up, pup?” he asked, sitting up a little more so he could place a hand on your knee. Frankie loved to touch you, and you loved that about him. He always made you feel safe and adored.

“I wanna try something,” you said hesitantly, narrowing your eyes at him.

He wiggled his brows suggestively, “If I remember correctly, the last time you said that, we ended up staying in bed for an entire weekend.”

When you didn’t react to his joke about the time the two of you had first tried cockwarming, he shifted again.

“Hey, what is it? You can tell me anything,” his brow was furrowed adorably, and you huffed a laugh.

“I…I just don’t know how to say it. Can I just show you?” you asked, fiddling with the hem of your sleep shirt and looking up at him.

“Of course. I trust you, princesa.”

You smiled and tossed your book haphazardly up towards your nightstand before using his ankles to spread his legs, earning you a look of confusion as you moved between them. It didn’t go away as you settled on your belly between his legs, head right between his thighs.

“I don’t think this is new,” Frankie chuckled above you as you reached your hands out to begin caressing the insides of his legs.

“Oh, I’m not sucking you. Not yet anyways,” you clarified, still massaging his thighs. “Frankie, I just love you so much. You’re so pretty.”

“Not that again,” he dropped his head back to the headboard like he was annoyed, but you knew it was really to hide the blush creeping up his face. “I’ve told you-”

“No,” you cut him off. “I’m not going to sit here and listen to you talk bad about yourself. You’re so beautiful Frankie. Especially your thighs. God, I love them.”

You dipped your head to trail your nose along his skin there, the light hair tickling you as you searched for the perfect spot to start. The first kiss was light, testing his reaction. But as he relaxed under you, you grew bolder. Soon you were leaving litters of sloppy kisses all over his thighs.

When you first nibbled a little, you were afraid you’d hurt him with the way he’d sucked in a breath. But when you looked up at him, his eyes were blown with lust and his fingers were tangled in the sheets.

“Love you s’much, Frankie,” you murmured into his skin, now mottled with the evidence of your mouth on him. His cock strained in his boxers, and his hips bucked involuntarily when your nose grazed it.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “I love you too, princess.”

You grinned up at him, resting your cheek against his thigh. Your fingers traced up the sensitive flesh and onto his boxers, slipping up under his t-shirt and into the fabric of his waistband. 

“Will you say it for me?” you asked, looking up at him with big doe eyes as your hand finally made contact with his achingly hard dick.

“Say-say wha- oh, fuck,” he cut himself off as your thumb swirled precum around his tip, toying with his frenulum.

“I want you to say that you’re pretty. Cause to me you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.”

“Seriously?” he all but pouted, frowning down at you.

“Frankie, you spent months when we first started dating telling me how beautiful and gorgeous I am, and I eventually started to believe it. I just want you to love yourself,” you said honestly, hand stilling inside his boxers as you waited for his reaction. “You’re always making little digs about being out of shape or gaining a little weight since your discharge, and I literally couldn’t care less. Francisco, you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, and I just want you to see that. I love you.”

You could swear there was a tear in his eye when you finished, and he opened his arms wide, indicating he wanted to hold you.

“God, princesa, how did I get so lucky?” he sniffled a bit as you crawled up to his level, letting him wrap his arms around you and hold you, with you holding him back.

“I think I’m the lucky one, but that’s just me,” you grinned into his shirt. “I just don’t want you to ever feel less than, Frankie. And you always make me feel so loved, I just want to share it back, I guess.”

“Ok,” he sighed, pulling back to look at you. He took a deep, shuddery breath before screwing his eyes shut tight. “I’m pretty,” he grimaced as the words came out, cracking an eye afterward to see your barely contained mix of amusement and adoration.

You leaned in and pecked a kiss on the end of his nose.

“Yes, yes you are. And you’re handsome,” another kiss, this one to his left temple. “And you’re beautiful,” a kiss to his right temple. “And you’re smart,” you kissed the center of his forehead. “And kind,” you kissed a cheek. “And an amazing father,” the other cheek. “And the sweetest partner,” you kissed one of the bare patches in his beard. “And a simply divine lover,” you kissed the other patch, although you missed a little bit because he was giggling underneath you. “And I am so lucky to call you mine.”

The last kiss you placed to his lips, but before you could pull away, he was pulling you in with his need.

You rolled your hips down on him, his hard cock still pressing into you through his boxers.

“Can you say it again for me?” you asked with your best pouty face, “You can even say handsome instead if you don’t like pretty.”

Frankie leaned in to kiss down your jaw, bucking your hips up against yours. “I think ‘pretty’ is growing on me.”

“Yeah?” you asked, tugging him away by his hair.

“Yeah. Cause you’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and I’d kill to be anything like you, pup.”

#frankie morales #francisco morales #catfish morales #frankie morales smut #frankie morales angst #frankie morales fluff #francisco morales smut #francisco morales angst #francisco morales fluff #catfish morales smut #catfish morales angst #catfish morales fluff #triple frontier #frankie morales fic #francisco morales fic #catfish morales fic #francisco 'catfish' morales #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character

[toaverse]

Matriarch Julieta AU

An AU where the raid happened to the blue family instead…

So here’s some angst!

Note: Alma, Pedro, Bruno and the warm family will only be mentioned.

Anyways, enjoy!

Julieta couldn’t be happier. She lived in a normal Colombian town near Cali, often spends time with her parents and siblings, and hangs out with friends.

But one day, she met Agustín.

The two quickly became friends. Eventually, the two fell in love, got married, and the two moved to a different town near Bogotá.

And eventually, the couple were blessed with their two daughters. Isabela, their oldest, and Luisa two years later.

And after Julieta was expecting again 3 years later, the small family couldn't be any happier.

But it wouldn't last...

On March 6th 1935, the day their Mirabel was born, the small village the small family lived in got raided by bandits.

Julieta and Agustín took as many bags of their stuff as possible, including their wedding candle, took their three daughters, and fled the town, heading to the mountains.

Unfortunately, the bandits caught up with them...

Seeing no other way out for his family, Agustín sacrificed himself to save his wife and daughters...

Julieta wept when the bandit stabbed her beloved husband, clinging to baby Mirabel when it happend. 6 year old Isabela was shielding 4 year old Luisa from having to see it...

But then, the miracle happend...

Mountain started to rise, and the magic house named Casita came to be.

There was no time to proces any of it. The moment the mother and her daughters stepped into the living house, they saw four glowing doors.

Turned out that the girls got gifts as well. Isabela got the gift of growing plants and flowers, and Luisa got super strength.

But that didn't stop the grief from happening...

Isabela and Luisa saw how their mamá forced a smile on her face, trying to be strong for them while taking care of little Mirabel...

So, being the oldest, Isabela felt like she had to take care of Mirabel so that their mamá could take a break from time to time, and Isa did it with gratitude.

But then there was also a whole town, something that Isabela and Luisa ignored at first due to their mamá grieving and caring for Mira.

But eventually, Julieta started leading the town, something that Isa protested against, but Julie reassured her that it was fine. But Isa knew her mamá was lying...

So, when Mirabel was 5 and got her gift of healing with her food, Isabela reminded her of that.

"Will you use your gift to help mamá too?" Isa asked her youngest sister after her ceremony. "I will teach you how to cook, okay?"

So, whenever Julieta couldn't get out of bed or when she was visibly sad or tired, Isabela took over for her.

Luisa took care and did chores around town, while Mirabel took care of all the meals and that her mother or sisters didn’t get sick.

Julieta however, didn't want her daughters to overwork themselves. She was their mother. She should be taking care of them, not the other way around...

The girls lost their father too...

Isa knew this, but tried to suppress the memories of that tragic night by keeping herself busy with taking care of the family and whatever she could do for her mother and sisters.

She even went as far as to court with and actual marry Mariano when she was 20 to make sure the miracle kept on burning and her parents' legacy living on. Mariano knew about it. Isa didn’t lie or mislead him.

But unexpectedly, the two actually fell in love one year after their wedding, specifically after they talked about the raid and how they felt about it. More than a few tears were shed…

But aside from that, the couple mostly focused on taking care of the family they already have.

Julieta truly appreciated what her daughters have done for her. But sometimes, she wanted to take care of them, to be the mother she wanted to be, the mother her girls deserved…

#matriarch julieta au #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #encanto au #mariano guzmán

[flowersofstarlight]

Mega Man: Rising Heroes

Chapter 4: Foreshadow (part 1)

At the Light Labs, Doctor Light, Mikhail and Lucas are still working on with the Black Army’s DNA program to see if they could use it to track the Phantoms and find out where they’re at. Roll and the others are helping Pedro, Noele and the 11th liners’ creators to repair other Robot Masters who were damaged and able to escape from the Black Army. Bass and Treble are still sitting near the window, and Reggae is still chatting with Beat.

Mega Man, Proto Man and Duo along with Torch Man, Search Man, Centaur Man and Cervitaur Woman are trying to come up with a plan to figure out how to capture at least one or two of Erebus’s army in hopes to get answers from the Phantoms and rescue their friends. And Wily, too. They don’t know how are they supposed to know where will they teleport to and who will they kidnap next. They thought and thought, learning what Duo knows about them and thinking of a plan as they could.

Search Man mentioned that he works with the military organization called Guardian Unite Organization (GUO or G.U.O.). They are known to be a worldwide military, law enforcement organization and military protectors, run by a man named Commander Oscar Armstrong. GUO seeks to protect humans and robots from all sorts of threats, including Wily’s robots. GUO also has vast resources, including an army of soldiers and peacekeepers, military tanks, fighter planes and other instruments of warfare.

Search Man believed that GUO could help and join to fight against Erebus and his army. But even with GUO’s help, Mega Man and the rest of the group have no idea what they’re capable of and how dangerous they truly are (could be worse than Doctor Wily, no doubt). Nor do they know how many armies does Erebus have.

But then Torch Man noticed Tundra Man went outside, which made him worried for him. So he went to see if Tundra Man’s alright. As he heads outside, Torch Man sees Tundra Man sitting on the front side of the porch and petting Firestorm.

Torch Man: Tundra Man?

Tundra Man: Hmm? Oh, hello, Torch.

Torch Man: Are you alright?

Tundra Man: I’m trying my best to calm myself and… *tries to breathe calmly* I’m sorry, I just can’t stop thinking what they’ll do to Kalinka and three of my brothers. I’m worried if they’re gonna kill them or something even worse. I just… *holds on his tears* I just want to know if they’re okay. I’m really worried about them. *sobbing quietly*

Torch Man: *hugs Tundra Man* We’ll find them. We’ll figure it out together and keep searching for them. We’ll never give up on Kalinka and your brothers. We’re gonna save them and bring them back home safely. Everything will be okay. *wipes his tears off*

Tundra Man: *calmy breathes and caressing Torch Man’s hand* I hope you’re right. I really hope Kalinka, Pharaoh Man, Ring Man and Toad Man are okay. *hugs Torch Man*

Torch Man: *gives Tundra a kiss on his head and gently hugs*

Tundra Man: Torch… I love you.

Torch Man: I love you, too, Tundra.

[door opens]

Pedro Astil: Oh boy, this is very stressful- ?!… *noticed Torch and Tundra were having a moment* Oh, uh… My apology, am I…

Torch Man: No, no. It’s alright. It’s been… hard for all of us. Are you alright, Pedro?

Pedro Astil: Not really. I’m just a little stressed about all of this. *sits down on the porch* I can’t believe my son got captured twice. And I wasn’t there to… I should’ve been there to stop them.

Tundra Man: It’s not your fault, Pedro. All of us didn’t know.

Pedro Astil: I know. I just hope Plant Man is okay. I’m worried about him.

Torch Man: We’ll figure it out and find your son. We’ll keep looking and bring Plant Man and the others back.

Pedro Astil: *smiles a little* Thank you, Torch Man.

Firestorm: ?! *dragon noise*

Tundra Man: Firestorm? Is something wrong?

[Firestorm senses someone is out there in the distance until he sees and recognizes someone as he runs toward them, wagging his tail and licks their face to show affection.] 

Firestorm: *happy dragon noise*

Burner Man: *giggles* Hey, big guy! Good to see you again. *pets his snout*

Torch Man: Burner Man?

Burner Man: Hey, Teach!

Magic Man: Greetings, everyone. It’s wonderful to see you again.

Tundra Man: Magic Man! And… King and Ground Man?

King: Hello, everyone. It’s been a while, hasn’t it.

Pedro Astil: What happened to you?

Ground Man: We got attacked by rogue robots, but we managed to beat them and caught these three robots.

[As Ground Man showed that they tied up three unconscious Stardroids, Quick Man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and gave Dr. Astil a fright a little.]

Quick Man: HEY! THAT’S THEM!

Tundra Man and Torch Man: Quick Man?

Pedro Astil: My goodness, you scared me.

King: You know these robots?

Quick Man: Yeah! That’s them! Those three are the same robots who kidnapped three of my brothers!

King: They kidnapped your brothers?

Torch Man: There’s a lot going on, and we all have been attacked by the same bots that attack you.

King: Really?

Burner Man, Magic Man and Ground Man: What??

Torch Man: You should come inside and get repairs. We’ll explain to you later.

[Meanwhile in Erebus’s starship… unconscious Aiden and Slate are tied up by mechanical tentacles. As they regain consciousness, they hear Ra Thor saying wake up.]

Ra Thor: Hey, wake up. Wake up, sleepyheads. *giggles* Rise and shine, brothers. Did you have a good nap?

Aiden: Wha? Where…? Huh?! Wait, what’s going?

Slate: What the heck is this??

Ra Thor: You’re tied up, obviously. And while I’m keeping an eye on you two, we have a lot of catching up to do.

Slate: Let us go right now! I don’t care what you’ll do to us if we don’t behave or whatever. We’re gonna break free somehow, and you’re not gonna like what happens next!

Ra Thor: Aw, is that how you talk to your “long lost brother” like that? Well… isn’t that just disappointing.

Aiden: What are you talking about??

Ra Thor: You certainly don’t know exactly what I’m talking about… “Aiden,” was it? Since Slate has some of your traits and you have a small part of my power, I suppose that makes you my brother as well. It’s also odd that you almost look like me. You were created by a human. But then again, why shouldn’t you and I look exactly the same?

Aiden: What…?

Slate: Okay, I don’t know what you’re on about or what your plan is, but right now I’m gonna ask you a question and I expect to get an answer from you.

Ra Thor: Oh? What is it that you want to ask, brother?

Slate: Who. Are you? Why do you keep calling us brothers?

Ra Thor: I think you should’ve figured it out by now. I mean, it’s very obvious. Right?

Slate: What could you possibly know about me or my brother? We don’t even know who you are.

Ra Thor: You’re right. And now that you mentioned it, you clearly don’t know your own origin.

Slate: Don’t pretend you know me! You know nothing about me!

Ra Thor: Oh, but I do. Believe me. I know everything about you and Aiden. I know exactly who you are because I… “We” used to be one.

Slate: What?

Aiden: “Used to be one?” A-Are you saying that… Slate is you?

Ra Thor: Correct! I’ve been checking things out about Earth and then I found out about this human named Johnny Lawrence. Apparently, he’s the one who found “my missing dark power” and put Aiden inside of his core and well… you already know what happened.

Aiden: Wait, are you talking about the Alpha Power?

Ra Thor: Alpha Power… What a dumb name that human came up with. That thing he found was one of my Dark Powers that was part of my abilities. After I got blasted by a guardian, I somehow survived and one of my Dark Power split into a small fragment. And then suddenly, a portal appeared out of nowhere and took my powerful energy away from me! I’ve been searching for my lost power for twenty thousand years with no luck! Well… until Lilith discovered Earth. That’s when I sensed my lost power and found out about you and Aiden. And I was surprised how similar we looked. Well, almost. Just with different appearances.

[As Ra Thor takes off his helmet and mask, he reveals his face. Slate and Aiden are shocked to see that Ra Thor almost looks just like Aiden and Slate, but with different hair and eye color. Ra Thor also has the same face markings as Slate’s on both of his cheeks, but with magenta color.]

Aiden: Y…Your face…

Ra Thor: *laughs evilly* You believe me now?

Aiden: …

Slate: I… How is this possible?

Ra Thor: I’m YOU. Is that hard to understand, Slate? You were once my missing Dark Power. You were a part of my powers. And… you’re also me, and I am you.

Slate: No… You’re NOT me. I’m ME!

Ra Thor: Don’t lie to yourself, brother. You know it’s true since I told you the whole story. YOU are me. And I am you. Although… the only difference between the two of us now is that we’re in different bodies. But you mostly have some Aiden’s traits and the homicide within you.

Aiden: No… No, no, no. There’s no way that’s true! Y-Y-You’re just trying to trick us. You just want us to believe that lie! This has to be a trick! Right?

Slate: ……

Ra Thor: *sigh* I guess both of you need some time to think. Processing everything I told you about and all that, and maybe little more convincing. And you know what… I haven’t met our little sister and our new little brother. Perhaps not right now, but maybe someday I will. It would be nice to meet them in person.

Slate and Aiden: ?!

Aiden: No! Please don’t hurt them! They’re just children!

Slate: If you dare to hurt them, I will punch your face and make you-

[The mechanical claws shut Aiden and Slate’s mouth to silence them and let Ra Thor finish.]

Ra Thor: Calm down. I’m not gonna hurt them. Although, it has been a very, very long time since I enjoyed killing children. But I’m not gonna do that to our little siblings. Speaking of siblings, I do know that our little brother is a Spirit. Lord Erebus has been searching one of Etherea Songs’ powers for many, many years. Lilith believes that it might be possible that the little Spirit has Etherea Song’s power within him. We could’ve found that little fluff by now, but somehow we’re unable to because of Etherea Song. Lord Erebus believes that the Blue Gem is protecting the last Spirit from him. Especially blocking the exact location on Earth. So it’s impossible for us to find where the little Spirit is hiding. Etherea Song knows that we’re looking for its power. And since you’re the one who took good care of the fluffy Spirit, you might know exactly where it is. So if you don’t mind me asking… *removes the claw off of Slate* Where is it?

Slate: I’d rather die than telling you where he is.

Ra Thor: I know you and Aiden know where the last Spirit would be hiding. There’s no point in hiding our adopted brother. So just answer my question. Where is that little Spirit, you insignificant creten?!

Slate: Ok, first of all, it’s “cretin.” If you’re gonna threaten me, do it properly. Second of all, you’re insane if you think hostaging Aiden and I is gonna stop Yuki from hiding! We know what Erebus did to all of Yuki’s siblings! So you can’t force us to tell you where he is if it means putting everyone in danger. And I refuse to let you kidnap Yuki because I’m not allowing Erebus to kill him and drain his essence.

Ra Thor: Oh… *giggles evilly* You thought he still needed the essence to keep his condition at bay, do you? Lord Erebus doesn’t need his essence. Not anymore since you, Aiden and his other half brought the Cluster to him.

Slate: What?

Ra Thor: Those various Spirits inside of him kept harming his physical form, making him vulnerable and losing control of his body. But since he finally caught the Cluster, Erebus is feeling a lot better and has no need for the essence thanks to you two. Right now, he and the Phantoms will be ready to attack the Blue Bomber soon. And his allies if they dare to stop them. Erebus is a lot stronger now and he’ll easily annihilate anyone. After all, he is NOT a merciful robot.

Aiden: ?!

Slate: No…

Ra Thor: Yes. Anyway, since you won’t tell me, I suppose we’ll have to find the last Spirit ourselves. We all can’t get what we want, of course. By the way… Lord Erebus wants to talk with you, Slate. He has something he wants to say to you, so… I’m just gonna send you to him anyway. Good luck.

Slate: Wait, what- AHHHH!!!

Aiden: *muffled scream* (SLATE!!!)

[Slate is now sent to Lord Erebus to have a word, while Aiden is still kept imprisoned. Ra Thor chuckles and evilly smiles and wants to have a chat with him.]

Ra Thor: Don’t worry, brother. Slate will be fine. Erebus just wants to have a conversation with him. And while they’re chatting right now, I guess I’ll chat with you because I’m bored. So, Aiden… How’s your life been?

Aiden: …

Meanwhile, at the Light Labs, the three Stardroids are trapped inside of a cube-shape forcefield and finally woke up being tied up. They first meet Blast Man, Slash Man, Sky Woman and Elec Man who are keeping an eye on them, making sure they don’t try to escape or even try to kidnap one of their friends. Duo along with Mega Man and Proto Man came in and want to talk to the Stardroids, hoping to get answers about Erebus’s plan and where their friends are being kept as prisoners.

Duo: …Hello, Stardroids.

Jupiter: Duo…? So it is true… Erebus said you’re alive and here you are…

Mercury: Guess he wasn’t joking after all, huh?

Mega Man: Wait, you know each other?

Duo: We do. But we didn’t talk to each other often. I do know that the Stardroids were the warriors of Moonlight. And I’ve heard their brother “Sunstar” was a Firewing warrior… I thought Sha- …Erebus destroyed all robots in Auroria, too. But perhaps he had other plans instead…

Pluto: So… You’re here to ask us about Erebus’s plans? If that is the case, then I’m afraid we can’t because he doesn’t want you to find out… not yet.

Duo: Why not?

Mercury: Because you all have no idea what you’re about to face against the Phantoms. Especially Lord Erebus himself and his master.

Proto Man and Mega Man: (His master…?)

Mercury: They have grown a lot stronger than before while you were gone for twenty thousand years, Duo. If you saw and knew what they’re truly capable of, you would know that it’s hopeless. There is no other way to defeat them. Not even this Blue Bomber and his comrades could stop them. Believe me, he’s much worse than you remembered. And it’s pointless to try to reason with him.

Duo: …

Proto Man: I don’t know what your Emperor wants from us or why you kidnapped many of our friends. But we know that you and the others were sent here to find “the Gems”. Duo warned us about it, and we’re NOT letting you have it.

Mercury: You’re willing to protect those gems and your family from Erebus and the rest of us… That is a heart of gold of you, but you can’t protect everyone you love. Whatever you have, it’s never gonna work against Erebus. He’s much scarier than you can imagine. He’s not someone you’d want to mess with, especially two of his loyal followers. You lesser robots don’t have what it takes to beat him or his master.

Mega Man: Well, we’ll figure out how to stop his plan! My siblings and I have faced many dangerous things before to save everyone, and we can do anything as we work together as a team!

Mercury: Teamwork, huh? Even if you could somehow save the day, do you think you and your comrades are capable of stopping the most powerful robot like Erebus? Do you really believe you could easily solve the problem without knowing the whole army of vicious Phantoms? Even without knowing what Erebus is truly capable of and what he can do? Do you believe you can save everyone and your planet? You haven’t even met his master. And there’s no doubt that you and your allies will fail. You’ll meet Erebus and his master soon, and you’ll see how terrifying they are. They are much worse than a mad human… Dr. Wily, was it? They are your worst NIGHTMARE! And you, your friends and your family will be killed by them or become the Phantoms someday. Hopes and dreams will be destroyed forever. Your home will fade into dust. And there will be nothing left, but hate, fear, misery and despair.

Mega Man: … That’s not gonna happen. We won’t let that happen! We’ll stop Erebus and save our planet! And no matter what we are facing, we’ll keep fighting back and we won’t give up. We’ll stop evil, even in the darkest hour.

Blast Man and Sky Woman: Yeah! *raised fist*

Mercury: Good luck with that…

Duo: If there is still hope to stop this madness, then we’ll be able to save your world. I’ll help as best I can to save your friends, and we’ll figure out how to stop Erebus’s plan somehow.

Mega Man and Proto Man: *nods and smiles*

Jupiter: You know, it’ll be impossible for all of you to stop them. Even with all the help of your allies, you CAN’T beat them. It’ll never be enough, nor will it work.

Duo: And why do you think that?

Jupiter: …You know what happened to your brothers and Auroria, right? This planet will meet death soon and everyone will end up with the same fate that we’ve been going through for so many years. And I should warn you that Erebus’s starship is full of armies of Phantoms. There are a lot of guards and security around the starship, even the corrupted creatures and robots are guarding that place. Guarding the whole starship, and they will annihilate any intruders who enters that place. So it’ll be impossible for you to rescue your friends.

After that, Roll comes in and tells Duo and her brothers that Dr. Light needs them to come and see what he, Lucas and Mikhail figure it out. As the three head to see the doctors, Sky Woman along with Blast Man, Slash Man and Elec Man are still keeping an eye on the three Stardroids, making sure they don’t try to escape. While they’re feeling a bit bored for a moment, Sky Woman thought playing Go Fish would bring a bit of fun while guarding the Stardroids. Blast Man, Slash Man and Elec Man agreed, and now they’re playing Go Fish.

So far, the Stardroids have not tried anything to break free (They’re only just sitting there doing nothing. They’re not even trying to break free, just feeling bored while being trapped inside of the forcefield). The Stardroids are now just watching the Robot Masters playing Go Fish with cards. And then Blast Man and Slash Man just decided to tease the Stardroids a little bit.

Blast Man: Isn’t this great? Just us Robot Masters sitting here, chilling, and playing cards!

Slash Man: I’d say this is fun and nice to just play Go Fish together.

Pluto: You lesser bots are oblivious about all of this, aren’t you?

Slash Man: I mean, we are concerned about the Dark Lord guy and the Phantoms trying to kidnap us, but we’re still gonna beat them and show them who’s boss!

Pluto: You think this is a joke, don’t you? We’re being serious about everything we told you about them.

Slash Man: Are you?

Pluto: Yes! Look, even if you somehow can beat the Black Army and other Phantoms, you won’t be able to defeat Erebus and his master. They’re unstoppable and unbeatable. You can’t even hide from them. Whatever you go, they’ll find you.

Slash Man: Why should we believe you, Purple Cat?

Pluto: Call me that again, and I’ll kill you.

Slash Man: Mhm. I’ve insulted you.

Sky Woman: I hope you don’t mind me asking, but uh… Who is Erebus’s master you mentioned?

Jupiter: Do you really wanna know?

Sky Woman: Yes? I am curious.

Mercury: Their name is “Ra Moon.” They are our creator and work with Lord Erebus to succeed his goal. They have the ability to possess advanced technology, contain light, and create robots in a blink of an eye. And well… They’re not merciful and they are more menacing than you imagine.

Blast Man: Oooh, I’m so scared.~ Your creator Ra Moon will dismantle us easily, or even worse.~

Mercury: Oh, trust me. You’ll be afraid when you meet them.

Elec Man: Why did you and the Black Armies kidnap our friends and my brother Guts Man? What exactly did you want from them?

Jupiter: Erebus wants us to kidnap many powerful or strongest Robot Masters in order to make them become his soldiers. He saw the potential in you and many other Robot Masters, and Ra Moon agrees. We Stardroids along with the Black Army captured and put them in prison in the starship. Erebus and Ra Moon have big plans for the Robot Masters…

Elec Man: What kind of big plans do they have for us?

Jupiter: You’ll find out one day…

Elec Man: …

Sky Woman: Oh dear… My little sister Nora could be in the starship, too. Especially Kalinka. I don’t know if they’re okay, but I hope they are… I’m worried about them and afraid to find out if… if…

Blast Man: Hey, Sky! Look me in the eye for a moment, okay?

Sky Woman: Uh… Okay…?

Blast Man: We may not know if Kalinka and your sister are okay. But I swear in my heart, we’ll find them. We’re gonna find a way to teleport to that jerk Lord’s starship, rescue our friends and the girls, and explode their ship down into a million pieces in space! We’ll show those bastards what we’re made of! And maybe we might have a moment where we wear sunglasses acting cool and badass with explosions in the background.

Sky Woman: Like in the movie?

Blast Man: Yes!

Slash Man: That would be epic!

Elec Man: I mean, that’s cool and all, but I don’t think that would be necessary.

Blast Man: Oh, come on! Explosions in the background are awesome! It’s art!

Elec Man: Sure… (I can see why Bomb Man and Crash Man are friends with you.)

Sky Woman: *chuckles* Well, anyway. That’s very kind of you, Blast Man. Thank you. I appreciate what you said.

Blast Man: No problem. *smiles and giving thumbs up*

Meanwhile in Erebus’s starship, somewhere in a large dark room…

Ra Thor: You know, I’ve been working with Erebus and Lilith for their experiments and other things for so long I never realized how bored I was. I have killed a lot of people in the past, but here in the starship, there’s nothing else to do and it’s soooo boring now! I slaughtered so many failed robots and other experiments, and there’s no one left to kill. Hearing their screams, cried out for help, begging for mercy, getting tortured so much, suffering in pain, slowly killing them… They were so much fun to play with and I enjoyed it. Especially with Sunstar and the Stardroids… watching them suffer and lose their emotions was entertaining.

[Aiden is freaking out about what Ra Thor said. He doesn’t like the fact that he’s a maniac and enjoys killing others. Aiden can’t help but wonders about Slate. He starts worrying about him. Aiden would try to break free and find Slate, but he already knows what would happen if he tries that again. He has no choice but to listen to Ra Thor talking about… that.]

Ra Thor: Now that Lilith discovered Earth and there’s a lot of people living on that planet, there will be more killing. Although, I had to wait because Erebus and Ra Moon have bigger plans for the Robot Masters, and we need to get rid of the Blue Bomber and his allies first before we began invading Earth. And I am a patient person. I can wait a little longer. And you know what, Lawrence was really fun for a while. His dying breath was amusing after I slit his throat out.

Aiden: You killed Johnny Lawrence?!

Ra Thor: Yeah, he was such a cry baby. He really is a wimp.

Aiden: …I …You…

Ra Thor: Anyway, enough about that. Let’s talk about you and Slate.

Aiden: Uh… What about us?

Ra Thor: Well, for what I can see in you is that you have a small piece of my power. But somehow it became Light Powers?

Aiden: Light Powers…?

Ra Thor: Not sure how that works, but yours is almost powerful as mine. And yet, you are the opposite of me. Perhaps we’ll find out someday. In the meantime, we still need to be prepared and delay other plans for you and Slate. Right now, we still need a few more Robot Masters to bring and some upgrades for the Black Armies. And I’ll have to wait a little longer for Slate to rejoin me.

Aiden: Why do you want Slate to rejoin you? Why do you still want him? Aren’t you already that powerful or something?

Ra Thor: I am. But, even with some Robot Masters’ weapons and new upgrades, it wasn’t enough. You see, I was created by Lord Erebus, but my core isn’t made of darkness. The negativity and homicide are the only two things that my core is made of. I was built as a genocide robot to kill every person who gets in our way, or kill anyone if necessary. I was the most dangerous and strongest advanced robot that Erebus ever created. But after that dense guardian blasted me and one of my Dark Powers split into a fragment, my core became incomplete. Slate was one of my most powerful dark energies within me. He was just a Dark Power back then. And then that dense human installed my power in you. And after that, it malfunctioned you and send you into your subconscious… And that’s how Slate was born… how he exist.

Aiden: So… you’re saying that your core needs Slate in order for you to be complete. Right? You need Slate to rejoin your core to return what it was yours.

Ra Thor: Correct.

Aiden: But, Slate is my brother! He’s my family!

Ra Thor: He is, but… He is dangerous, too. You know that, right?

Aiden: Dangerous? What are you talking about?

Ra Thor: You forget that he’s also me. He may have some of your traits, but he still has the homicide within him.

Aiden: Yeah, you mentioned that before… But, Slate’s a good person! He’s been kind to everyone, even me! He took good care of my family while I was gone! He’s nothing like you! He would never hurt or kill people!

Ra Thor: Oh, but he’ll hurt you… one day. Trust me. Because without you in him, Slate will have a hard time controlling his homicide. He’ll lose his sanity, and you’ll see how dangerous he is. You will see that he’s as insane as I am.

Aiden: I don’t believe you… He’s not a killer! He’s a better person than you! Slate is a kind and compassionate person I know! He cares about people! He would never want to kill anyone! He would never hurt me, my sister, Yuki or my parents!

Ra Thor: …… You really are an idiot. *summons a dark energy around Aiden*

Aiden: Huh? Wait, what are you doing? S-STOP!!! What are you-

[Ra Thor senses Erebus calling to him and orders him to send Aiden to where Slate is, and so he did. Ra Thor warped Aiden to a different room. And it ends with Ra Thor making a menacing smile in the dark.]

To be continued in Chapter 5

#megaman #mega man #megaman: rising heroes #mega man: rising heroes #megaman rising heroes #megaman au #aiden neil #Slate #ra thor #lord erebus

[spinnzi]

long post with ehhh quality screencaps

so I saw this while I was browsing the tag

And it just gave me all of these feelings and thoughts. Which I’m sure others have had already but none the less !!!

Julieta getting healing because Alma had to nurture and look after an entire town. Who also in canon was the most mature of the three. Also Alma and Pedro bounding over food. What little we know of him, maybe food could’ve been something they enjoyed together a lot? 

Bruno getting visions because Alma pictured a different life for herself, she was hopeful and wistful, in silent. Even with Pedro and his sacrifice, he was thinking of his babies future, his wife’s future even if it was without him. Also I wonder if that’s why his visions tend to have a negative connotation? (Unless it’s just bad luck or a result of her parenting???)

Pepa is her emotions. Something Alma always suppressed and kept to herself where as Pepa cannot. Everything Pepa feels is on her sleeve for the world to see and how Alma used to be before, the old her. She was so much more animated and happy. Pedro clearly was a ray of sunshine, always smiling and affectionate! 

#i tried to include little mentions of pedro too #because obviously he would play a part in it #encanto #the madrigal triplets #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #also tried to keep it more along the lines of personality #rather than parallels

[oonajaeadira]

Also adira, I have a question. I was reading GTTT2 because I couldn’t sleep and was sad, I remember the part about he didn’t stay at a massage place bc he got in too deep with a client, not verbatim I know. Does reader worth about that? Does she wonder if she’s another oops? Is it not actually what we think it is? It’s been on my mind since last night bc I hyperfocus. Obviously not required to answer if you don’t want to!! Just thinking my thoughts - magic

Hello, dear Magic.

I'm sorry you could not sleep, and I'm sorry you were sad, and I'm sorry this answer has been a while in coming. But I have been thinking thots about it.

Does Preciosa worry about being a repeat of his former oops? Not exactly. I'm sure she wonders about it, and I'm going to address that soon enough.

Pats, though, he's a different story. If anyone is worrying about it, it's probably him....

Truth or Dare: Unblurring the Lines, part 1 (GTTT PATS)

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. “Pedro Across the Street.” This is not RPF.)

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“Truth.” 

He’s not afraid of what you’ll ask him anymore. He understands how much you value this arrangement, appreciates that you’ve found a way to appease your curiosity, build a bond and yet gamify it with rewards. You make it playful, take the pressure off of what could otherwise be serious questions he really has no business answering. Except you’ve earned his trust. He’ll tell you whatever you want to know. He should really shut the game down. Re-establish control.

Soon.

He’s thought long and hard about it. Had a drink with Shell. Thinks he understands where this is all going. He’s finally got a strategy.

“It’s a pretty personal question,” you warn from the bed, laying on your side, head propped up on your elbow, one knee cascading down in front of the other, giving your hips a curve that confirms for him why artists so love the human form, “you might want to take your reward first.”

“And I might wear you out before you get to ask. So you’d better grab the chance now.” Pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor, he starts to work on his belt and zipper.

“Really. What did you have planned?”

He allows one corner of his mouth to pull up. “I thought we might try a little reenactment.”

“...Okay. Of what? The War of 1812?”

And then the other corner follows. “I was thinking we might run through the beats of that night in the hotel. You said something about this being a sacred space,” he slides in under the bed cover, “I thought we might bring that in. Include it. Let it exist here rather than out there.”

After coming across his note pinned to your refrigerator, that night has come back to haunt him with force, your mouth on him, taking you over and over with abandon...even allowing himself to curl around you in sleep. But he lost control there. Cringes when he realizes he should have respected you and allowed for that to happen in this sanctum. 

Not that you seemed to mind it, but these games you’ve been playing...you should be able to ask what you need to ask. He’s left you on unstable ground. He can fix that.

Curiously, the small smile you’d had melts away, and for a moment, he’s not completely sure what you’re thinking as you hold his gaze for a long moment.

But once you’ve moved under the sheets and got yourself cozied in–both of you as you were that night, chins drifting above the lip of the cover–you turn your head to meet his eye.

“Speaking of the hotel, you mentioned something in your note, something I’ve been curious about. Will you…” your gaze skips away, indicating that this question carries some level of difficulty for you, either in the subject matter, or the intrusion. “Will you tell me what happened with the client you got involved with?”

And when your eyes find his again, they deliver a shock of electricity through him. One he tries to dampen, ready to control its charge

“That’s tonight’s question?”

You nod. 

Yahtzee.

You’re right. It’s an extremely personal question coming from a client, but maybe not so much from you. You’ve already told him the story of your divorce, let him into your inner sanctum, so he’s been waiting for this reciprocal question from you. Banking on it, even. He just didn’t expect you to be so bold so soon. 

But then, you do tend to surprise him.

He’s going to stabilize this whole thing right here, right now. Undo any damage he might have caused by getting carried away in the hotel. Take that night and make it part of your sessions. Give you back the therapist you’ve come to trust. Make it clear to you why he won’t overstep, why he wouldn’t ask you for anything more.

He’s going to take care of you like you deserve to be taken care of.

And he’s going to make sure you want to keep coming back to him… because he can’t bear the thought of losing his favorite client. 

His favorite client.

This is the best way to accomplish this.

Best to keep it simple. Clinical. Lay it out on the table.

“I was going through a rough time, thought I was depressed and didn’t realize at first what was going on. She stared off as a regular massage client, but gradually, she got bold. Her advances started small, and I should have stopped things, but I was flattered and, admittedly, interested. Things escalated and we were overheard. Shell covered for me. Made up some pretty good explanations.”

Funny how he’s almost able to laugh about it now. At Shell. At her gall. 

Focus. Keep it professional.

“So I tried to explain to the woman that it couldn’t continue at work and she convinced me to see her outside of the clinic. We started dating. But I had trouble concentrating. My coworkers didn’t completely buy the cover story that Shell gave them and that was causing stress for everyone. Then things got worse, couldn’t stop myself from picturing what other clients might be like in the same situation. And the distraction went deeper than that…I’ll leave it there. But. I wasn’t being honest with them, I wasn’t fulfilling the promise I made to my clients. I couldn’t let that continue.”

Then he gets to the part that used to be hard for him to admit but that he’s come to embrace and accept now; it’s easy to tell you so warm beside him in bed, so open and attentive. So still. He’s come to like being still with you.

“Shell helped me realize I might need some therapy. That’s when I learned about my addiction and started working to control it.

“Well, once my girlfriend found out about that, she became increasingly suspicious and jealous and I wanted to make her happy, so I quit the clinic. It was okay for a while. But the therapy wasn’t helping me. And we took a step back from the relationship. At least that’s how I understood it.”

She….didn’t. 

Anyway.

“This thing I do now? Shell’s idea, as I’ve said. It was around then she helped me get started. And it was like finding my calling. I was helping others, I was helping myself. Everything fit. Everything except…her.”

Shit. Now what. A pang of guilt rips through him. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. He can feel himself wanting to backpedal. How to wrap this up without exhibiting anything too deeply vulnerable–

–but then, your face, so rapt and comforting, so much care–

“She found out. And it wasn’t good. I don’t think…”

--that it spills forth easier than he could have expected, never having said it out loud to anyone until this moment–

”I don’t think I’ve ever hurt someone like that before.”

Fuck.

That was…

Liberating.

But the look in your eyes is…concerned? Troubled? Unsure. He’s here to reassure you.

“And I don’t plan on doing it again. This is where my balance is. I’m honest to my clients about what I do.I just want people to leave here feeling better than when they arrived. I’m here for my clients. For you.”

“I see,” you respond, softly, quietly, a trusted voice beside him in bed. “And do you ever…regret that decision?”

He can’t help it. He leans forward and presses a light, lingering kiss to your lips. “Not at all.”

When you cling to his face and pull him deeper into the kiss he relaxes.

Truly relaxes.

Finally.

He’s made the lines clearer for you now. Put you at ease. And you know he will adhere to any boundaries you set. And you’ll continue to come to sessions.

And he won’t lose you.

He won’t lose you.

This is how he gets what he needs and keeps you feeling safe.

This is how he keeps you….

…as much as he can.

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#god things take time #pedro across the street #calls fanfiction #16

[juletheghoul]

Move Into Me

Trying something a little different here. After lots of encouragement from fellow member of the Libra Legion, and co-founder of the Dilf Patrol, I have written a one-shot about an OFC. Now I understand that this is not everyone's cup of tea and that is okay with me. We can still be friends. For those of you who are interested - I hope you enjoy.

@beskarboobs - this ones for you.

reblogs are appreciated

Pairing: Javier x F! Latina / Hispanic OFC - Yamila Martinez (Of Cuban decent - all translations of the Spanish words and phrases will be included within parentheses)

Word Count: 6.4K

Warnings: yearning, angst, jealousy, language, Smut 18+, PIV sex (wrap it up), slight dirty talk, Oral-female receiving

I just went ahead and used my Pedro Taglist but if you don't want to be included for fics like this - no worries just let me know!

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She heard him before she saw him.

The unit next to her had been empty for months and it looked like she was finally getting a neighbour. She didn’t really know how to process her feelings about it. she’d gotten used to living beside an empty unit. She didn’t miss having to be careful of the noise - her loud phone calls with her mother, music playing as she cooked.

By the time she reaches the door she can hear him swearing and trying to push the door in by force. There were boxes crowding the hallway and she took pity.

“Hey- here let me help, the people before you had trouble with it too.” She walked over and held out her hands for his key. He was scowling, but he handed them over without a word.

“Trick is- there it is, a little click. Sounds weird but don’t push your key in all the way, listen for the little click then turn.. ekele kua.” She swung the door open for him and moved out of the way with a smile.

His scowl was gone, replaced by a curious friendliness.

“Jesus, thanks I would have been here all day, what did that mean?” He spoke as he shoved the nearest box inside.

“Oh sorry, just something my mom said growing up. Hi - I’m Yamila Martinez.”

“Javier Peña.” She hadn’t really taken him in before, too focused on the keys and remembering her previous neighbours. He was tall and handsome, dark brown hair and eyes. He was lean but strong. A neatly trimmed moustache framing his top lip. His bottom lip full - she snapped out of it.

She held out her hand to shake..

“Did you need some help bringing your boxes in?” She gestured vaguely behind her. He had an endearing curve in his nose.

“I’m okay, thanks though.” He smiled as he went about bringing in his belongings.

“I’ll leave you to it, I’m just next door if you need anything.” She smiled and retreated back into her apartment.

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Insomnia had its icy grip on her tonight.

No matter how comfortable she thought she was, no matter how much tila tea or warm milk drank - which frankly she thought was disgusting - she could not fall asleep.

She opened up her window and climbed out to sit on the fire escape. It was a nice night and a little time outside usually helped.

“Can’t sleep?” His voice cut through the silence and she let out a small scream - nearly jumping out of her skin. She clutched at her heart - it was racing and for a second she thought it might burst out of her chest.

“Jesus Christ! You scared the fuck out of me!” She whispered it half angrily, half relieved. He laughed, a real deep-throated laugh.

He was gorgeous. She was half naked.

Usually when she came out here she was by herself and no one really noticed. He made no mention of her coming out in just a long shirt and comfortable undies, she made no mention of him being shirtless in a pair of undone jeans.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you. I couldn’t sleep so I came out here to get fresh air. Seems we both had the same idea.” He offered her a cigarette which she took. He pulled out a lighter and cupped it, bringing it to her mouth.

“It’s okay, I usually come out here when I can’t sleep either. Got way too used to not having a neighbour.” She tried her best to calm down as they both smoked in silence.

“Have you lived here long?” He broke the silence.

“Here in Colombia or here in the building?” She did her best to blow the smoke away from his face as she spoke.

“Both I suppose, your English is really good.”

“Thanks, I was born in Miami but my mom brought my brother and I when we were little, my step dad is Colombian. Been living in this building for a few years.” She tapped the cigarette against the ashtray he was holding, her ashes adding to his. “What is it you do?”

“DEA actually.” He crushed the end of his as he spoke, the smoke coming out his nose.

Hm. Another one, she thought as she sighed heavily. No one in Colombia was ignorant to what had happened with Escobar, and unlike some of the locals she knew - she didn’t worship the man so she did what she always did, she cracked a joke. ”Drug enforcement, better hide my stash then.” He chuckled again.

“You do that, anywhere but under the mattress, that’s the first place I look.” She didn't know if he was kidding but thinking of him anywhere near her mattress made her flush. Luckily it was dark.

“I’ll definitely remember. Thanks Agent Peña.” She gave him a thumbs up and instantly regretted it.

It was nice to sit outside with someone. As much as she liked the privacy of not having a neighbour, she missed having someone to talk to. Not that Javier seemed like the super talkative type.

She finally started to feel her eyelids getting heavy, her cue to get into bed.

“Bedtime for me, hasta mañana Javier.” She made to climb back into her apartment.

“You can call me Javi - hasta mañana [goodnight].” He made his way inside his own apartment.

“Hasta mañana Javi.”

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She heard the moans and soft grunts through the wall. It made her flush all over.

It had been a few weeks since Javi moved in and this was happening way too often. It was never the same woman, but it always ended the same way. She’d hear him open up his apartment - eventually - along with a woman’s voice. Both of them talking and laughing in low whispers, which would eventually turn into moans and groans. It served to highlight her lack of a sex life depressingly.

She could hear the other woman a little louder now - seemingly reaching her peak and she shuddered. She was painfully attracted to Javi and for a moment she imagined it was her underneath him.

She covered her face with the pillow to try and drown out the sounds roughly. Her cat jumped off the bed having been woken up by her tossing.

“I know Lito I’m sorry.” She whispered to him, and blessedly a few minutes later they were finally done.

Now came the awkward part - the door opening, and him wishing her a goodnight. Her quiet footsteps down the hall towards the elevator. It was maddening.

Once it was quiet she thought it might be safe to head out for a cigarette, thinking he was probably asleep.

She was enjoying the quiet night air as he came out onto the landing, lit cigarette hanging off his lip. He looked so beautiful like this, relaxed, a slight sheen on his chest from his… activities.

“You’re awake?” he sat next to her, bumping shoulders conspiratorially.

“Yeah - my new neighbour’s a dick.” It came out harsher than she wanted it to.

“Sorry - I didn’t realize, you heard everything huh? Oh Jesus - you’ve heard it every time haven’t you?” He had the decency to look ashamed, she enjoyed that more than she thought she would.

“Yep, every time. You’ve been busy.” she said it a little softer, bumping his shoulder back to let him know she wasn’t actually angry.

“I’m sorry - I should be more considerate. I’ll try to keep it quiet. If I’m ever making too much noise just bang on the wall. How’s that vecina?” you couldn’t help but watch his mouth as he spoke.

She raised her eyebrows at him, her fingers moving the bulk of her thick hair from one side of her head to the other. He smiled, his hair had fallen over his eyes and it took everything in her not to push it away.

“Yeah, I’m not going to do that - especially if you’re in the middle of it. Not going to bang on the wall like an annoying old maid. Just try to fuck quietly.” She laughed as she said it and he ran a hand over his face in embarrassment.

“Okay okay - point taken.” He left it at that and the both of them sat in silence. This had been happening a lot since he moved in. Both of them found it hard to sleep at night, so they’d eventually end up on the fire escape, smoking and chatting idly and she ignored how comfortable it felt. How happy this time with him made her, both of them usually half-dressed - unselfconscious.

“How’s work?” She turned to look at him and he sighed big at the question.

“It’s a lot.” All the playfulness was gone from his tone - his voice low and raspy.

“Did you want to talk about it?” She didn’t want to push him, the two of them usually stuck to small talk.

“Well, Escobar is gone, but he’s not the only one. Can’t really say much more than that.” He stubbed out his cigarette as he spoke. She didn’t respond, letting him say whatever he wanted to say, he left it at that.

She could see the weight of whatever it was he was dealing with on his face and she put her hand on his arm to let him know she was there for him. He placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed in understanding and although it would have thrilled her to have him touch her this way any other time, it pulled at her heartstrings. He was troubled, and from what she could see, he couldn’t talk to anyone about it. She rested her head on his shoulder quietly, her way of letting him know she was on his side.

They both sat in silence for a long time.

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She heard the knock on her door as she was towel drying her hair.

“Hola vecina [hello neighbour]- was wondering if you could help me with something.” Javi was standing at her door, wearing a buttery soft looking leather jacket - holding a giant duffle bag.

“You want to move in?” She laughed with a raised eyebrow.

He shook his head - “Very funny, leaving on assignment for a couple of weeks. Can I leave my keys with you? Would really appreciate it if you could just air out the apartment every few days, help yourself to whatever's in the fridge.” he held his keys out to her and she took them, throwing them onto the little catch-all plate beside her.

“Sure, bring me back something nice.” She said it sweetly and he nodded - she couldn’t help but stare at his neck. His button up shirt had a few unbuttoned at his throat and it was very distracting. He caught her looking.

“See you soon.” he walked away with a smile and he was ashamed to say she stared at his ass longer than she should have.

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She ignored the part of her that wanted to open up Javi’s closet. She wanted to wear one of his shirts but she pushed that urge deep down, making sure to avoid it all together.

His apartment was sparse but neat, the layout was a mirror of hers - their bedrooms shared a wall. No wonder she heard everything he did in here. His bed was neatly made - not a lot of homey touches. She opened up his windows before going through his fridge. Looking for anything that might be on the turn to get rid of it. He didn’t have much.

She dumped out some milk that was already bad - everything else was preserved and would last until he got back. Did this man eat any vegetables?

“¿Javi no está en casa?” [Javi’s not home?] The woman had come up behind her as she was locking his door.

“No, tuvo que salir - halgo con el trabajo.” [No, he had to leave, something to do with work.] She smiled at the woman, but she frowned, noticing that Yamila had a key to his apartment. She answered the question before she could ask it.

“Soy la vecina nomas, desafortunadamente no se cuando regresará .” [I’m just his neighbour, unfortunately I don’t know when he’ll be back.] She made to walk away.

“¿Le puedes decir que vine? Soy Gabriela.” [Can you let him know I stopped by? I’m Gabriela.] She looked vaguely annoyed and Yamila couldn’t help but feel awkward. He didn’t talk about any of the women he brought home.

“Claro que si, adiós!” [Of course, goodbye!] She walked away as Yamila retreated back into her apartment.

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Javi knocked on her door a few days later looking for his keys and looked mildly confused when she told him about her encounter with the woman looking for him.

“Said her name was Gabriela.” She felt awkward- telling him about one of his hook-ups coming to look for him.

“She came here? That must have been awkward for you - I’m sorry. I’ll call her.” He wasn’t cruel about it, moreso surprised that she had come back.

“I guess you made an impression on her.” She smiled at him warmly, she didn’t want him thinking she was judging him. He lingered a bit as he grabbed his keys from her.

“I just made dinner and I know for a fact there is nothing at your place to eat. Go get settled and come back - I’ll fix you up a plate.” He protested but she gave him no choice. “I know you’re not going to turn down arroz con frijoles [rice & beans], go, bañate [shower].” he laughed as she pushed him out the door.

He came back with some beer from his fridge a little while later.

“Took a little longer than I meant to, sorry.” He handed her a beer as she handed him his plate. He smelled like irish spring and aftershave - his hair still damp. He looked so inviting she had to look away.

“No problem, it’s still warm. Hope the work thing went well.” They both sat at her little kitchen table, the picture of domesticity. He chatted about his work, nothing explicit but more than he ever had before. He opened up to her and she got the impression that he had wanted to talk about it for a while.

He talked for a long time - throughout your whole meal. About all manner of things, Escobar, his partner - Gabriela. She held her tongue and let him speak. It was the most she’d ever heard him speak in the months he’d lived next door.

“That’s a lot to deal with Javiersito, sounds like it was really intense. Have you considered speaking to someone?” She asked it gently - now that he had gotten it all out he looked relieved.

“No - I’m fine - thanks for listening though.” he drank the rest of his beer as he squeezed her hand in thanks.

“I think we should have a real drink.” She had a bottle of aguaardiente calling her name.

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The alcohol barely burned in her throat by now, she had a pleasant buzz and could feel her inhibitions lifting. He was smiling freely, the usual frown gone. She caught him looking at her, the expression was in no way neighbourly and it excited her more than she would ever admit.

Her mind drifted to the parade of women he’d brought home since he’d moved in. The grunts he would make, the moans he would coax out of them and she flushed even more. She desperately wanted to be one of those women.

He was sitting on her sofa like he owned it. Legs spread, arms relaxed by his sides and a curious look on his face. He was looking through her. She used the courage the drinks gave her to walk over to him. She stood between his legs and looked down at him, trying to convey the want she felt for him with her eyes.

He was still giving her that look, making no move to pull her towards him - or push her away.

She slowly straddled him, folding up her long legs - putting her knees on either side of him to settle in his lap. He smelled so good and her boldness was building. She pulled her shirt off and sat there in her bra, he brought his hands to rest on her thighs. There could be no mistaking what she wanted.

He stopped her before she could kiss him. His hands holding onto her arms, she was confused.

“We shouldn’t.” He watched her mouth as he spoke, bringing his gaze down to her breasts, the soft skin of her belly, the apex of her thighs. The look said he wanted her but his hands held onto her firmly.

“Why not? I’m not drunk - just brave, I want you Javiersito.” She smiled what she imagined was a sexy smile and tried to kiss him again.

“Quit it, I don’t want to do this.” The with you was implied. It felt like he had slapped her across the face. The rejection burned in her throat much harsher than the aguardiente ever had. He saw the hurt on her face and let out a heavy sigh. She felt so stupid, so desperate and ugly. She pulled out of his hands forcefully, grabbing her shirt and turning before he could see the hot angry tears streaming down her face. The jealousy at all those faceless women he had fucked without a second thought boiled her blood.

“I’m sorry, I-” She cut him off.

“You know my name, that must be it right? Can’t pretend you don’t know me after.” She lashed out, it hurt so much to have him so close, knowing he had no problem with casual sex, with anyone but her. Deep down she knew she was speaking out of anger and hurt but at that moment she didn’t care. The mix of alcohol and rejection made her vicious and the colour bloomed on her chest and face - her skin reddening.

“That’s not fair, I don’t want you to hate me after. I’m not in a good place and you mean more than those other women. I don’t want to use you like that. I should go, thanks for everything.” He spoke gently and the hurt in his voice was making her angrier.

She didn’t say anything as he walked out the door, her anger and hurt kept her silent.

She heard him climb out onto the fire escape a few hours later, a soft knock on her window.

“Yami, come out and sit with me.” He spoke low and Lito looked up at him, meowing softly.

She ignored him.

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The next day was awful. She felt foolish and embarrassed. She’d presented herself to him and he’d pushed her away. She didn’t think you’d be able to face him for a while. She made sure to leave for work an hour early so as not to have to face him in the hallway.

He was there when she got home though. Hearing her familiar gait walking up to her door and he opened up his door - the sound of it making the bottom of her stomach feel like it was dropping onto the floor.

“We need to talk.” he had his scowl back on and she couldn’t deal with it right now. Not after yesterday, not after working with a headache and hangover and heartbreak.

“There’s nothing to talk about Javier, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have come on to you like that. You’ve never expressed any sexual interest in me whatsoever and I put you on the spot. I’m sorry about what I said, I felt embarrassed. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m tired and I’m going to sleep.” She closed the door in his face before he could get another word in. She pressed her forehead against the door as she locked it, hearing him sigh heavily and eventually make his way back inside.

The anger and hurt burned through her just as fiercely as the night before and the tears ran freely as she showered.

She’d been ignoring him for days. He tried to talk to her but she couldn’t bring herself to face him - she gave him excuses, she was tired. She had a headache. She told him everything was fine but he knew it wasn’t. Eventually he stopped asking.

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She hadn’t heard him leave, but she definitely heard him come home. She heard the familiar sound of a woman laughing, this time he told her to be quiet. That hurt more than everything and her chest ached knowing he had someone he didn’t give a shit about in his apartment. She couldn’t cope with the sounds that would surely follow after they entered his place. She braced herself for them, the anticipation much worse. They came. They always came.

She was vocal but she heard him telling her to keep it down over and over until eventually she could hear her asking what was wrong. The walls of the building were paper thin.

She made her way to the fire escape, not wanting to hear any more of their exchange.

She smoked out there on her own, trying vainly to soothe herself. This is not the first time she’d experienced rejection and she knew it wouldn’t be her last. There was nothing left but to just accept it. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t like her that way. If things were reversed she would expect him to understand and respect her wishes. She’d just have to toughen up and do the same, didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell.

She heard his window open and he came outside to sit with her, keeping a healthy distance. At least he wore a shirt this time. She didn’t look up at him, her tears had dried up a while ago but her face was puffy from crying. She didn’t care if he noticed.

“I didn’t make too much noise, did I Yami?” He spoke in low tones and the question made her angry. She felt like hitting him but she took a deep breath.

“No. You made the usual amount.” Her voice was hoarse from crying, from the pain in her throat from trying to swallow up her tears. Even so she couldn’t keep the acid tone out of her words. She took a deep breath, she had to calm down - she couldn’t treat him this way. She got up to climb back into bed, there would be no more noise to keep her awake now.

He grabbed her hand to hold her back and she snatched it back as though she’d been burned. She saw his face fall, and the guilt rose bringing with it the urge to apologize. He beat her to it.

“Sorry, I’m sorry if I hurt you, you have to know I care about you.” He spoke so sadly, the frown still present. She wanted so badly to smooth it away, to kiss his forehead and feel him wrap his arms around her.

“I know. Goodnight Javiersito.” She cried all night.

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She hadn’t seen him for a full week, the both of them going out of their way to avoid each other. She didn’t want it to be this way but it was better. She didn’t want to cry every time she saw him.

He hadn’t brought anyone home and she was more grateful than she could ever say, but she knew it would happen again soon. He was a good looking man and if the noises she heard were anything to go by, he was a good lay.

That’s what she needed. She needed to get laid. That would help her stop obsessing over her stupidly hot neighbour who didn’t want her. It was childish but she got a sick thrill at having him be the one to hear her for once, although a little part of her whispered that he wouldn’t care. He’d probably be relieved. Wouldn’t have her pining over him so obviously.

She wanted to turn heads tonight. She went with a skintight dress that showed off her curves, some of her most expensive, sheer intimates. She wanted a visceral reaction from whoever she decided to bring home. She wanted Javier to know other men desired her even if he didn’t.

She were so confident leaving the apartment in her ‘come fuck me’ heels and a leather bomber jacket, a stark contrast to how she felt now. She’d been at the local bar for an hour, her feet were sore, her hair more frizzy than anything else and there was no one she wanted to take home. To make matters worse, Javi was standing at the other end of the bar, ignoring a woman who quite obviously had her eye on him.

There was a broad man in front of her- very attractive, he was speaking to her but she could barely hear him.

“Sorry what?” She leaned in close to him, he smelled great. He brought his mouth to her ear. His voice was deep and soothing, in another life she would have lost her mind over this man. He was tall and strong, his eyes a crystal clear blue. He reminded you of a prince, his blonde hair thick. This will do nicely.

“I said - can I buy you a drink?” He flashed a movie star smile at her and she could feel Javi’s eyes burning into her. She ignored him.

“Only if you let me buy you one after.” She smiled sweetly at him, moving closer to him. He was very attractive and this was exactly what she needed. She chanced a glance back at Javi and saw he was scowling at her. That really pissed her off, how dare he give her that look? It should be you, she thought.

Her mystery man introduced himself as Will, an obvious tourist and she flirted with him the whole night. It made her feel guilty that he was actually nice, he was charming and he made no attempt to hide his attraction to her. His hand had found her waist and was slowly but steadily making it’s way south.

She felt Javi’s eyes on her the whole night - it was making her bolder and she pressed herself up against Will, flirting with him shamelessly. He would whisper things into her ear - tell her how hot she was, how he was attracted to her. He bought her another drink and they chatted idly. All smiles and bold statements. Eventually Will finally got brave and pulled her towards him as he sat on a bar stool. Looking up at her with desire clear on his face.

She let him, standing between his legs placing her hands on his broad shoulders. He tipped his face up at her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and kissed her. It was a good kiss all things considered.

It wasn’t Javi.

It would have to do however as she once again reminded herself that if Javi wanted her, he would have had her.

“Want to get out of here?” She held Will's face in her hands and he nodded eagerly. When she looked up, Javi was gone.

Will gave her exactly what she needed. It started out a little rocky while the two of them found their rhythm but in the end he had her moaning for real and after they’d both reached their peak she felt lighter.

“That was really good, I had a great time.” He was up and getting dressed. “Maybe we could do that again before I leave?” Oh thank Christ she thought, she was glad he wasn’t expecting to stay over.

“Yeah I’d like that- I had a great time too.” She answered honestly.

She walked him to the door wearing just a tshirt and he kissed her sweetly before he slipped out. The note with his phone number was left on the counter.

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It had been a couple of days since her night with Will, and she hadn’t called him back yet.

Javi came out onto the fire escape to find her sitting there smoking. She said nothing to him.

“I see what you mean about the walls being paper thin, I heard everything the other night.” His voice was serious and she thought she detected some anger there. She told herself she was imagining it.

“Did he make you cum? Or did you fake it?” He gave her a hard stare. The blood rushed to her face and she wanted to slap him for that.

“Why? Can’t tell the difference? Not that it’s absolutely any of your fucking business, but yes - he made me cum.” She was incensed. How dare he ask that? She stubbed out her smoke angrily, the blood rushing to her face, boiling in her veins.

“I’m jealous.” He was serious.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Unbelievable.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you for days, maybe explain why I didn’t fuck you-“ She cut him off.

“Waiting outside to corner me after work isn’t trying to talk to me. Bringing another girl over to fuck and then apologizing for the noise isn’t explaining anything. I put myself out there for you, maybe I shouldn’t have. I can live with that, I can live with you telling me you’re not attracted or being the kind of guy that doesn’t shit where he eats. You want to be friends? Fine. Friends don’t get jealous. You do not get to say anything about who I fuck.” She was shaking. The anger was threatening to drown her in its violence. The nerve of him, he didn’t want her, but no one else could have her either?

“I don’t know what I thought, I thought pushing you away was a good idea. I could see that you were attracted to me and I didn’t want to see that look of want turn into disgust. Not from you, I couldn’t handle it if you hated me.” He was angry too, but at himself. She let him continue.

“I shouldn’t have brought that girl over the other day, I regretted it as it was happening but it’s how I cope with things. The women I meet and I use each other, for companionship, or intel for work. We know what we’re getting into. You don’t look at me like they do, and I don’t want you to. When I saw that guy talking to you it felt like someone shot me, I was so angry and jealous it scared me. Hearing you with him was worse.” He was looking at her the same way he had the night she tried to kiss him.

“How do you want me to look at you?” She was still so angry, it took him seeing her with someone else to realize he wanted her? Men.

“I want you to look at me the way I look at you.” He came a little closer and her heart leapt. She didn’t think she could handle this right now.

“Do you want me? Or just the attention I gave you? If the only reason you’re saying all this is because it pissed you off that I slept with someone else, then you can forget it. I’m not just a toy you refuse to share.” She stood her ground.

“It should have been me, not him. It should have been me in your bed, me in between your legs.” He tentatively brought his hand up to cup her face. She slapped him across the face. The clap rang out like a gunshot. The anger was heavy in her stomach and she couldn’t believe his audacity. Even worse was her body’s reaction to him. Her nipples tightened in excitement and a wave of slick pooled in her panties at his words. He looked down at her with a dark intensity.

“Tell me to leave. Tell me to go back into my apartment and to leave you alone.” He closed the gap with a hand roughly grabbing at her waist. Bunching the fabric of her shirt in his hands- holding her tight to him.

She couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Her skin was on fire where he touched her, his breath igniting her and it made her so angry. She was wetter than she’d ever been and she hated that she wanted him so bad.

His kiss was bruising. His hands were a vice grip at her waist, pulling her closer to him, she couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue past her defences. She was leaking into her underwear as he roughly grabbed at her ass.

“Tell me to stop, if I fucked up too bad and you don’t want me anymore…” he kissed at her neck, his hands travelling up her back. She pushed him away momentarily and the look that came over him threatened to break her heart. He kind of deserved it.

She pulled him into her apartment and any reservations he had before were gone.

He pulled off his shirt and hers and pulled her onto his lap on her bed, his hands on her thighs the same way as the night he rejected her. He sensed her reliving it and he brought his hands to her face. He kissed her softly, trying to rewrite the memory in her mind.

This is what should have happened the kiss said.

He trailed his kisses down, to her chin, her neck, her chest. He spoke after each one.

I’m sorry, forgive me, I’m sorry

She ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her sternum, as he licked her nipples, as he nuzzled into her skin.

It felt so good, it felt like she was weightless. It felt like if she didn’t cling onto him she would float away.

She kissed him again, wanting to breathe him into her and he was determined to let her. He was going to show her how much he cared about her, how badly he’d wanted her all these months.

She was biting at her lip, eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed at the meat of her ass, her core pressed against the thick pillar of his sex. Her pert nipple in his mouth and he thought about all the times he’d imagined tasting them when they sat outside. A cool breeze hardening them through her soft sleep shirt as they smoked and laughed.

“Javiersito…” Her nickname for him came out as a whimper and it made his cock throb.

“Dime mi reina, dime lo que quieres.” [Tell me my queen, tell me what you want.]

She moaned, pulling his face up to kiss him as she ground herself against him.

“Just you.” She felt so vulnerable, so open and soft for him and he paused, his warm hand brushing away the soft waves from her face to place soft kisses at her forehead, her eyes, her mouth.

She let him flip her over, let him settle in between her legs to press his mouth to hers, and his kisses fanned the flames already burning inside her for him. She could barely focus, her mind urged her to do all of the little things she’d daydreamed about doing ever since that first day. She ran her fingers through his hair, brought her hand to his face to brush her thumb across his plush bottom lip. She smiled as she scratched her nails lovingly down his back and it deepened when he groaned at the feel of it.

She lifted her hips when he pulled at her panties, a smile of his own lighting up his face to find her wet and glossy for him and despite all of the longing, all of the pining for him she felt shy.

She knew he could see the flush blooming on her chest and in the apples of her cheeks. She knew he could feel the slight tremble in the soft skin of her belly - had to feel it even more then he kissed just below her belly button. When he wrapped her long legs around his neck.

She watched as he trailed his kisses down, her bottom lip in between her teeth in anticipation until he finally reached the crux of her. It was then Yami understood that the noises she’d been hearing were real and it annoyed her slightly to think of those women now. He must have sensed her, felt her tense up because his big hands were caressing her wherever he could reach. Her belly, her thighs, her hips - her breasts. He coaxed her out of her mind, dipping into her to gather more wetness, to taste her and he couldn’t help but groan, to rut into his jeans on her mattress.

His fingers breached her and with the perfect glide of his tongue against her clit; the orgasm hit her almost by surprise. He had made her ache with the arousal and the temporary relief was just that, temporary. The look he had on his face as he drank in her pleasure skyrocketed her back to that needy place she’d been in just before; she knew that the force she used to pull him up would leave marks but neither of them cared. They couldn’t. Not when she all but ripped his jeans down his legs. Not when his cock was this hard, not when he slipped into her wet heat.

A mutual groan fills the dark apartment, the sound of relief. Of longing, of the hours spent yearning for him to fill her this way. To fill her heart, her space, her cunt.

He felt better than she ever imagined he did on those lonely nights and she almost laughed with the euphoria of it, her ankles locking on his lower back.

“You feel so fucking good querida, fuck - I’m not going to last..” His face was pressed into the crook of her neck, his hips a steady stroke and right then she wanted him to cum so badly it almost hurt. He leaned his weight on one arm and reached down to draw dizzying little circles onto her clit - taking another orgasm from her before giving her his own.

“Fuck Javi - yes, please, cum inside..” She breathed the words into his mouth as her body clenched around him and he couldn’t hold out anymore. His thrusts turned into a grind as he seized up.

He lit a cigarette for her before lighting one for him and they laughed and talked just like before, only this time, they were in her bed.

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Pregnancy Announcement HCs

Drabbles under the cut for how Pedro boys would react to your pregnancy, and how you’d share the news. Trigger/content warnings: Pregnancy (both planned and surprise,) mention of abortions as an option, talk of contraception, smut (including cum play, cock warming,) mentions of PTSD and past drug addiction, mentions of dead former partners, blood, periods, doctors/obgyns, single parent/father not wanting to actively participate. If I missed anything, please let me know! Lack of editing as usual... 

Pics are for inspiration, not always an exact replica. All take place in a sort of modern AU where there might be a social media to post pictures to.

Dave York

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Dave already has a family and he made it very clear that he wasn’t leaving them for you. When you found out, you were terrified he would demand you terminate the pregnancy - heck, you considered it briefly yourself. You thought long and hard about your options even before telling Dave.

His first reaction was about as bad as it could get: he said nothing, got up and left. He returned a few hours later when you had already cried yourself hoarse. He held you in his arms as he spoke clearly and carefully. He asked if you wanted to keep the baby, and when he said yes he almost seemed torn. You don’t know if it was wishful thinking that he was excited to have another child, but you swore you saw a sparkle in his eye… of course, it wasn’t that simple.

He told you it wouldn’t be easy for you since he would never be with you like that - you were just the nanny he was fucking. If you wanted to go it alone, he would help financially and support you as much as he could, but he couldn’t claim the baby as his and risk losing his daughters.

You were going to have to go the single mother route, and if anyone asked you’d have to either say it was a fling or the father wasn’t interested in being in the picture.

Din Djarin

In all honesty, you were surprised it didn’t happen sooner. Din loved to cum inside of you. He’d lay with you, his softening cock still inside you to make sure nothing slipped out. When he finally did, he’d watch with amazement as your body twitched as it adjusted to emptiness. Gently, he’d push any dripping cum back into your fluttering hole. His deep, gruff voice was laced with exhaustion and lust as he would talk about filling your pretty pussy, not wasting a drop…

When you started getting ill, you at first thought it was just a passing bug. It was inevitable with all the travel that you would fall under the weather. Two weeks into the churning stomach, you realized you missed a period. 

When you brought it up to Din, he changed all travel plans - the bounties could wait, he had to get you to the nearest clinic ASAP. The test coming back positive had him glowing with pride. It was hard to convince him to wait until further along to announce the pregnancy, knowing anything could happen in these early stages. As soon as you gave him the all-clear, he did everything but shout it from the rooftops. By the time the picture was posted -your headgear, his helmet, and a tiny helmet between - everyone already knew anyway.

Ezra

It was a surprise, but not a shock. You and Ezra, although you tried to be safe, definitely had a habit of being caught up in the moment and forgetting certain precautions. A walk through the forest that led to a beautiful field of flowers, a picnic on a moonlit beach - there were times Ezra was so overwhelmed by your beauty and the beauty around him that he just got swept up. It was hard not to get swept up with him.

He was ecstatic when you told him you thought you might be pregnant. He could hardly wait for you to take a test. His knee bounced anxiously as you waited the 2 minutes, holding your hand tightly in his. The positive result brought tears to his eyes as he embraced you close but gently, already scared of hurting the baby. He saw it as nothing less than a blessing. He dropped to his knees as soon as he let you go, already talking to the bundle of cells, calling them his little shining star. The nickname sticks throughout the pregnancy, leading to a beautiful space-themed nursery and all events leading up to the birth, including the announcement.

Frankie Morales

You’re absolutely terrified to tell Frankie. You knew he wanted to be a father, but the two of you had talked so much about the fears you shared about being parents. Mental health, substance abuse, financial stability - it made the concept of “starting a family” overwhelming.

Your stomach rolled the whole time you waited for him to get home from work, little plastic test taunting you from the table. What if it set him off? He’d been sober for years, but you knew every day was a new battle. You were so consumed by your own thoughts, playing out how he might react in your head, that you didn’t even hear him come in.

“Are you…” He half-asked the question, eyes darting between you and the test. You couldn’t find your voice, only nod. The facial change in him was immediate: broad smile and wonder in his eyes as he laughed, scooping you into his arms. You clung to him just as tightly as he started laughing, too much joy coursing through him. As he started crying “holy shit, I’m going to be a papa,” how could you have possibly doubted he’d be anything but ecstatic?

You each tell your closest friends and your families, but you manage to keep it under wraps for the first months until posting your announcement and shocking everyone. Toes in the sand at the beach of your favorite camping spot, imagining the sandcastles and other games you’d be playing in the near future - it was everything you could ever want.

Jack Daniels

The two of you were religiously careful. You had talked about a family, but had agreed that until Jack was ready - which may or may not happen - you were going to prevent it. But life finds a way…

You find out much later than you would have liked - nearly 3 months in, you missed the whole first trimester. Looking back, there were obvious signs of pregnancy but you just didn’t think it was possible. You and Jack find out together at a doctor’s appointment. You leave the office shell shocked with a stack of pamphlets to consider your options and an appointment for next week. When you get home, Jack doesn’t even talk about it. You try to bring it up a few hours later, but he ignores you.

Finally, 3 days later, you can’t take it anymore. You feel like you’re in this completely alone at this point as you yell at him “ignoring it won’t make it go away!” Jack breaks down and tells you he’s so damn scared. He cries in a way you’ve never seen him cry, talking about how he wants a family with you but he can’t go through that kind of loss a second time. It nearly killed him the first time and he wouldn’t be able to handle it again. You talk long into the night about all of it - both of your fears, worries, dreams, thoughts - nothing is off limits as you talk about all the possibilities lying in front of you. Even through the fear and trauma, one thing is clear: you both want this.

It’s not easy, but your doctor helps relieve some worries. She speaks frankly to you about the development of the baby along the way and suggests a therapist that might be able to help, as well as classes you can take on parenting. It doesn’t take long for the worried “what ifs” to be paired with excited “whens.”

Javier Peña

When Javier Peña walked into your small town police station, you thought you were dreaming. Sent to help with a case that your rural forces didn’t have the experience to handle, he was only supposed to be in town as long as the case took. You never imagined you, just a lowly admin, would catch his eye.

It didn’t take long for you to tumble into the bed of his hotel room. And your bed at home. And your car. And his truck. And just about any possible surface in between. What you thought was a one night stand turned to three, then four, and soon into a full fledged fling. You knew the expiry date hanging above your heads, so you kept your feelings for the charming (if a little gruff around the edges) agent locked deep away. The case took about two months, and then he was gone just as suddenly as he arrived.

A month after his departure, when you found out you were pregnant, you didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t even left you his number, so you were sure he had no plans to see you ever again. Should you track him down and let him know, or just carry on with this on your own? You spent night after night talking to the growing baby, asking what you should do.

Javier ended up answering the question for you, when he unexpectedly walked into the station once more. He asked to speak with you privately before admitting he had missed you. He told you about trying to forget you, only to spend most of his evenings telling his father about you. Eventually you cut him off with a kiss, telling him you’re glad he came back. You take his hand, placing it on your stomach when you tell him you had been thinking about him too.

Javi helps you secure a transfer to Laredo and even though you technically have your own place, you’re spending practically every night with him anyway. If anyone wondered why the move, well the recognizable mustache on your announcement answered their questions.

Marcus Moreno

Marcus doesn’t believe you the first time you tell him “I think I’m pregnant.” He remembers his wife’s pregnancy with Missy, and you haven’t shown any of those signs. You roll your eyes and tell him that every woman and every pregnancy is different, but he still doesn't believe you. It isn’t until he’s staring down at three tests, all positive, that it clicks in his head he’s having a second child.

He’s excited, but he admits he’s scared. He’s older now, what if he can’t keep up with a baby? More than that, he’s worried about Missy.

You both know you don’t want Missy to feel left out or replaced by a new sibling. The two of you have a good relationship, but of course there were speed bumps to get there. She understood you weren’t trying to replace her mother. Would she be as understanding, knowing that you weren’t trying to replace her?

You and Marcus sit her down and tell her together. Before you can even start on your planned spiel about how the family is growing and no one is getting replaced, she is talking a mile a minute about having a little sister. You and Marcus share a relieved breath and lock eyes before you have to remind her that it might be a little brother. This seems to dampen her mood a little bit, but overall she’s still excited… even if she is adamant she isn’t touching any stinky diapers.

Another way you make sure to include her, is how you announce it to your friends and family. You’re sure, with Marcus’ status, it will get out to the public eventually, but you start by sending close friends and family a picture of Missy wearing a shirt calling her a “Big Sister.” She loves the photoshoot, making all kinds of faces as you snap away on your phone. Happy, sad, pouting, crazy… they all go in the baby book.

Marcus Pike

It was only a few months after your wedding that you and Marcus were ready to start a family. You didn’t “start trying” as much as you “stopped preventing.” There were a few false starts when your period would be late or the time you caught the stomach flu, but a few weeks short of your first wedding anniversary, you were pregnant.

Marcus spent many nights laying next to you in bed, hand on your stomach as he just stared at you - to the point where you actually started to get annoyed by it. He was amazed at your body changing, at the growing child inside of you, that he was finally getting the “happy ever after” he’d been looking for all his life.

The announcement was hilarious to shoot. Marcus and you were covered in paint splotches, laughing with love shining in your eyes. You held a palette Marcus knelt in front of you with a paintbrush, painting “Masterpiece coming soon” on your stomach where the bump had just started showing with the right angle.

Max Phillips

Max knew before you did, even if he didn’t put it all together. He started complaining that you tasted different, smelled different. Not just your blood, but as he spent hours trapped between your thighs. His keen senses had him identifying a change, but neither of you knew what change it was. After all, as far as you knew, a vampire couldn’t get a human pregnant.

Max whined when your period was late - he loved your time of the month. “Best of both worlds” he would say as he feasted on you for as long as you could stand it. It had happened before, your period being late due to stress or illness, but this time it wasn’t just a day or two. A few weeks later nothing had happened. A quick trip to your gynecologist confirmed it.

“I thought you said there was no way you could be pregnant,” she teased as she showed you the results.

Max was shocked, scared, and then proud as a pig in shit. He was terrified to be a father, but he hid that behind a swagger and a “yeah, I knocked her up. Not even death can stop these swimmers.”

Even if you did try to hide it for much longer, the vampires he worked with could smell the change in you too. Put together with Max’s protectiveness over you being ramped up even more than it had been… it was easy to figure out.

You took the picture as a joke - it was supposed to be a compromise that if you took this photo, he’d take the cheesy ones you wanted - but damn if it wasn’t your favorite of the bunch.

Maxwell Lord

You know that Maxwell had a bad history with family. First his parents weren’t as supportive as they could have been, and then his ex-wife had all but used Alistair against him anytime she could. You knew he may be nervous when you shared the news, but you didn’t expect him to turn into Maxwell Lord, television personality instead of your Max.

The first question out of his mouth was “is it mine?” Which broke your heart and set a fire in your gut. You threw anything you could get your hands on at him screaming at him for accusing you of cheating on him. You had just started to calm down when he mentioned lawyers and set you off again. You knew his past, but you truly thought he loved you and that you were his future.

You left, booking yourself in at a hotel. You didn’t leave the room - not only had you not packed anything and knew the paparazzi would devour a picture of you looking so disheveled, but you just couldn’t find it in you to go anywhere. You stayed in the room, ordering room service, watching TV, and crying. In a fit of rage, you had thrown the bottles from the mini bar across the room, needing to channel your anger and knowing you couldn’t drink your sorrows away anyway. 

He showed up a few days later, having followed the credit card charges to the hotel, looking remorseful. He apologized for the way he reacted, and you heard him out despite still being upset. There was a long talk in which you reminded him that you’re not his ex or his mother. You’re not trying to screw him over or get anything from him by having his child. It takes him a long time and a lot of groveling for you to truly forgive him, but you go back home that night.

A few months later, as the two of you take a picture on his yacht, both of your hands holding your growing bump, you can hardly tell the fight had happened at all.

Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand

Ellaria noticed before you did. A mother herself, she picked up on the glow in your skin, the change in your body, and the complaining about aches in your back or your breasts. When she pulled you aside and suggested you were pregnant, all you could do was blink. The three of you didn’t use protection with each other, only when others were invited into your bed. You’d never gone out of your way to prevent pregnancy, so while it shouldn’t have been shocking, it still caught you off guard. Ellaria brought you to her doctor, sitting with you while you found out for sure.

You were nothing but excited to share your news with Oberyn. You knew how he felt about you, about love and passion, about the children he already had. You had no doubt that he would love your child just as much as the rest of his daughters. The night you told him was spent making love while he waxed poetic about you, your body, your child... If you hadn’t already been pregnant, you’re sure you would have been at the end of the night.

With sand snakes spread across Dorne, you struggled for a way to tell them all. Sending letters didn’t seem to do the moment justice. This may be Oberyn’s 9th child, but it was your first and you wanted an extravagant way to share the news. 

Ellaria helped you to plan gathering all the children together. It wasn’t easy, but a month and a half after finding out, you had the whole, huge family together. You posed them all for a picture with you, Oberyn and Ellaria front and centre. You were handed a sign to hold for the picture - supposedly showing the family crest. However as soon as the picture was taken, you turned to show them.

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Congrats on the milestone Patricia!!!!! You deserve it, I’m so so happy for you!🥺🥺

May I request “I thought you were dead…” and “I waited and waited, but you never came back” for Oberyn, perhaps? Give me angst 😈😈😈

Hello, my love! You want angst? You get angst!

Oberyn x Fem!Reader ; warnings: mentions of death

Pedro Character Masterlist

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A heavy sigh left his lips as sweat trickled down his brow, and his chest, quickly absorbed by the thick fabric of his golden tunic. He raised the almost empty water bottle to his lips and downed the rest of it. He cursed himself for not coming more well prepared for making this trek in his damned heat. 

But then he heard it, softly, and gently and from a slight distance, but he knew exactly what it was. Your laughter - it was forever ingrained in his mind, one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. He would never forget it. But why in the heavens you wanted to move to this forsaken place he would never know. It was one of the hottest stretches of Dorne, and almost completely secluded, save for the nearby small villages. 

He shuffled closer and closer, his feet slipping into the hot sand and slowing down his trek. But Oberyn was many things, including a stubborn man, and he kept pushing. Pushing and pushing through as his sole goal was you. Surely you’d be happy to see him after all this time, right? He was your lover and you were his - you’d had him heart and soul, easily wrapped around your finger.

But just before your modest home came into view, he heard a new sound, a different one. One that made him stop dead in his tracks. 

“Mama!” it was a small voice, a soft one. Oberyn swallowed the lump in his throat as he stepped forward, looking to the yard of your home. Despite being in the middle of the desert, your yard was filled with trees and plants and bushes, all clearly loved and taken care of. His heart caught in his throat as he spotted the small boy, eagerly running back to the wide open door, “Mama! Can I go to the river with my friends?”

“Of course, my sweet one,” you stepped into view, wiping your hands on a rag as the boy wrapped his arms around your waist, “be careful, okay? I don’t want anything going wrong.”

“I’m always careful,” he beamed before running off, his black curls bouncing with each stride. You waved after him, the smile on your features was as blinding and lovely as the day he had met you. You hadn’t seemed to age a day, despite the years that had passed. 

Oberyn watched as the small figure disappeared into the distance, his mind spinning wildly with a hundred million thoughts at once. Was he...surely he couldn’t be...but….that little boy had been the spitting image of him. 

He never knew...he hadn’t known you’d been with child. He didn’t...know. 

Almost as if you sensed some kind of disturbance, you looked up, shielding your eyes from the golden sun as you looked around. After a few moments, you spotted his figure in the distance, a concerned look on your face at the weary man in front of you. 

“Hello!” you called out to him, walking to the edge of the gate that surrounded your home. He sucked in a nervous breath as you came closer, waiting for the second you discovered who he was. But as he took a few steps closer, you seemed just as confused, “are you alright? Do you need water - a rest?”

Oberyn’s body was humming with energy as he made his way over to you, barely able to comprehend that you were there - living proof and in the flesh. Surely you would recognize him any second...you had to. Right? Right?

Step by precious step he came closer until he was a few feet in front of you. You studied the man silently, your curiosity piqued as you realized that somehow he looked oddly familiar. His chest tightened and felt constricted as he eagerly anticipated your reaction. But you just titled your head to the side and regarded him curiously.

"Are you okay?" you asked softly as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, "do you want to come inside and cool down?"

You motioned for him to follow, wondering momentarily if he was mute or if he was in some sort of shock. Oberyn was rooted in his spot, unable to move. Before you could turn around to see if he was following, you heard him speak. You heard your name - whispered softly, reverently. 

"Sunshine…" no. No, no, no. It couldn't be, surely you were mistaken. There was only one person in the entire world that had ever called you that. 

And he was dead. Long dead - you watched him die.

Slowly turning around, you breathed in deeply, your chest rising and falling anxiously as you met the man's eyes. There was a nervous expression on his face as you walked back over to him.

"What did you say?" your voice was already shaking, trembling and cracking with every word, "what did you call me?"

"Sunshine," he whispered it softly as you shook your head, eyes already burning and stinging with tears.

"No," you insisted, "you...you aren't...why would you call me that? You don't know me…"

"I do," he whispered as the tears spilled over and ran down your cheeks. He extended his hand, moving to wipe away your tears, but you flinched out of his touch, bringing an ache to his chest, "sweet girl, you know me."

"Please," you whispered softly, "I don't know you… I-I-I don't know you."

"But you do. You know my name - you know me…"

"I don't."

"Sunshine-"

"No!" you snapped harshly as you glared at him, "there was only one man that ever called me that - the only one that was ever allowed to. Do not think yourself worthy of doing such a thing!"

"What was his name?" he asked, his brown eyes softening as you refused to speak.

"Don't you dare!"

"Say it," he insisted, "what was his name?"

"Please don't do this…"

"Say my name, Sunshine," he whispered, ready to throw himself at your feet and to beg you to say it, for you absolve his sins - anything, "please…"

"Don't…"

"You know me...gods, I wish I could hear you say it one more time…"

"I-I-I thought you were dead, Oberyn," you broke and said it. It was soft, a familiar sound that felt like heaven and hell at the same time. It was a sound you hadn't heard in years, and it brought forth every emotion you'd worked to suppress and forget and keep at bay, "I waited and waited and you never came back. I waited so long - they said you were gone…"

“They thought I was,” he admitted as his face fell at the sight of yours; nothing but grief and sorrow was etched in your features. He wished he could take you and wrap you up in his arms, but how you had pulled away from him, he didn’t want to upset you further - even if it broke his heart, “after everything...they left me at first, left me to rot, but something happened and I woke up again. It was like a miracle; I don’t know what happened or why….but I survived.”

“It’s been six years, Oberyn,” you sniffled as you studied the man in front of you. He was so different from the man you had last seen; he was older, more weary looking, with stray grey hairs infusing into his beard and the curls he had left grow out. Instead of the pristine visage you had known, there were scars on the side of his face, but they didn’t deter from his beauty. If anything else, they all told a story - a story of his death and rebirth.

And yet, he was still the same as he always had been. Soft eyes, honeyed and golden only for you, with the sweetest smile. Oberyn Martell - your Oberyn. 

"I know," he agreed gently, "and it took me a long time to get better. I was bedridden and barely able to function for over a year."

"And then…?" you studied him as you tried not to completely have a breakdown at the thought of him helpless and broken. 

"I looked for you," he promised answering your unspoken question, "as soon as I got better and was able to. I looked everyday, far and wide, I had people look for you, but none could find you. It was like you had disappeared. Vanished."

"I had to leave," you whispered softly as the tears you had been holding back rolled down your cheeks. There was no point in trying to hold them back  - after all this time, the man you had once loved was back. It was like seeing a ghost after all this time. He swallowed thickly before nodding slightly, “I couldn’t stay  - not in King’s Landing, not in Sunspear, not around everyone. I couldn’t go back and face everyone, in a place where everything would remind me of you. It was too much, Oberyn. My world ended that day, with you in a pile of blood and ruin. I couldn’t...I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he whispered as he reached up again, slowly and more hesitant, testing to see how far you would let him go. This time, you shy away from his touch, letting him gently touch your cheek and wipe away the tears that didn’t seem to stop, “you did what you had to. Many people would have done the same - I’m not sure I would have done anything differently.”

“There’s...I...I didn’t just leave to protect myself,” you confessed, the words so soft and gentle they were barely audible, but Oberyn heard you loud and clear. You clasped your hands nervously, thinking back to the day you had found out. It was after Oberyn had died  - or so you thought. He never knew, and suddenly it felt like a dirty secret. You inhaled deeply before slowly exhaling, “Oberyn...I...we...I was with child.”

The Prince found himself unable to speak, the tears and emotion getting stuck in his throat as he nodded; his own eyes grew bleary with tears that threatened to spill over as he brushed a finger along your cheek. A heavy weight felt like it was on your shoulders, but if you knew - if you had any clue he was still alive - you would have found him...you would have told him. He looked at you with soft eyes before pulling you into a hug, unable to stop himself. You hugged him right back, unable to stop yourself, clutching at him as though he was the only thing in the world. Even after all this time, it felt the same as ever, like you had never strayed from his touch. He squeezed his eyes shut as he pressed a few kisses to the side of your head, “a son?”

“A son,” you reassured him softly, solidifying that the little one he had seen running around earlier had to be his son. Slowly, almost reluctantly, you pulled back and studied his face, cradling it gently in your hands before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “you finally had a son, Oberyn. I...I named him Elio. Elio Nymeros Oberyn.”

It felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs as he listened to you; this was everything he could have ever dreamed of, and yet...he hadn’t gotten to experience a single moment of it. Life was cruel that way; it gave and then it took and took and took. Oberyn’s eyes searched yours as he whispered, “for Elia? For me?”

“Of course,” you smiled softly. But before you could say anything yes, some excited shouts and laughter from the distance. It was then that reality set in and you took a step back from Oberyn, as if you suddenly remembered that this, the moment the two of you had just shared, wasn’t real life. No - it felt more like a fever dream.

“Mama!” the little boy was a blur as he excitedly sprinted towards you. Oberyn’s heart was beating wildly as he tried to get a good look at the young boy, your son - his son. He was too preoccupied with the new arrival to notice the other approaching figure, “I was going to go to the river but then I got distracted…”

You ran a hand affectionately through his dark curls, almost speechless at how much he took after Oberyn. Especially now, seeing them side by side, there was no doubt that he was Oberyn’s son. The young boy shied into your skirts as he tugged your arm around him and regarded the Prince in confusion. 

“It’s okay, my little love,” you promised him as he made a small sound, “this is...umm..Nymeros.”

Oberyn had to physically stop from sweeping the young boy in a bone crushing hug. He slowly bent down so he was on Elio’s level and held his hand to him, “hi Elio. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” he said shyly, offering up a small smile, and taking Oberyn’s hand, “do you know my Mama and Papa?”

“I…” Oberyn passed for a moment before looking back at you. Surely...surely he hadn’t heard correctly…

“Oberyn, I-”

“Hello, my loves,” the arrival of another newcomer snapped you both of your daze as you turned to find your husband making his way over to the three of you. Elio’s eyes lit up as he darted away from you and towards the man. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him picking up the young boy and setting him atop his shoulders. He came over to you and gently pressed a kiss to your cheek, as you beamed at him; even Oberyn couldn’t deny the glow on your features. He paused for a moment before kissing your lips gently, “hello, my sweetest.”

“Hello to you, dearest husband,” you gave him a soft smile before turning your attention back to Oberyn. The expression on his face was devastating; it was heartbreak personified. Your face pulled into a frown as you sighed lightly, “Jeron, this is...this is…”

“Nymeros,” Oberyn caught your eye, a sad little expression on his face as he held out his hand to your husband, “we...used to know each other, a long time ago, it was almost like another lifetime ago. I was...passing through and thought I recognized her and just wanted to say hello.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jeron’s smile was easy as he shook Oberyn’s hand. It was easy to see why you had ended up with a man like him; he had a warm, gentle aura about him, and even Oberyn couldn’t deny his charm. He was a handsome man, tall and thin, with a shock of dark hair and almost black eyes and the most golden skin, with a smile equally as dazzling, “it’s been hot out, you must come in and cool down.”

“Oh no,” Oberyn shook his head, feeling like his heart was breaking a little more with each word, “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Please, we insist,” Jeron said as you looked torn, “join us for dinner! Any friend is family and welcome in our home.”

“Perhaps some other time,” Oberyn’s voice almost cracked as he looked between the two of you, finding the young boy already starting to doze off, no doubt ready for a nap, “I actually must get going. I think I’ve already stayed too long.”

“Well, you’re always welcome in our home,” Jeron promised him. He turned to you, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, “I’m going to put the little one down for a nap.”

“Of course,” you said softly as he disappeared inside. Oberyn watched you closely for a few moments before a few tears rolled down his cheeks. It felt like a knife was twisting in your heart, but...you didn’t know. You never knew that he was alive or you would have been by his side the entire time. 

“Oberyn-”

“Do you love him?” he asked softly as you felt your own tears well up again. You swallowed thickly before nodding slowly - and it was true. Jeron was a good man that you loved more than life itself, just as you once had Oberyn, “and our son. Is he good to our son?”

“He’s an amazing father,” you promised, “he loves Elio so much...he knows he is not his, but it has never stopped him loving him as his own, and Elio doesn’t know any different. He’s raised him since he was a babe.”

“Are you happy?” 

“Yes,” you dabbed at your eyes, “I am very happy. It took a long time to get there, but I am happy with this life. It is quiet and humble, but I love every day of it.”

“Okay,” Oberyn gave you a teary eyed, tight lipped smile, “that’s all I needed to know. That’s all I ever wanted, Sunshine.”

“Oberyn,” he took a step back and offered you one last nod. You knew what this meant - you knew what he was thinking. You shook your head as your eyes widened, “no, please, Oberyn-”

“Goodbye, Sunshine,” he whispered gently, “I love you always.”

“Please don’t...don’t just go...don’t just leave.”

“My place isn’t here,” he insisted, “but you’re happy, and...our son is happy and healthy. That’s all that matters.”

“No, no, no, please,” you knew it was useless; his mind was made up.

“I must,” he insisted softly, “you will always have my heart. May we meet again in another life, my sweet girl.”

“Oberyn…” it was a soft broken whisper as he slowly turned to walk away. He wanted to look back, but he couldn’t. Instead, he let his tears flow freely as he left, each step breaking his heart bit by bit. It felt like you were losing him all over again, “Oberyn.”

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Din Djarin NSFW Alphabet

Not my GIF

A/N: Thank you for all the support on my last fic! it really didn’t deserve all those notes though.. But nonetheless, here is my NSFW alphabet for everyone's favourite Mandalorian (okay, maybe not everyone, but certainly mine). As with my other ones, my ideas and opinions may differ to yours and others so please be respectful of mine and others’ views of different characters. Enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: smut

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of sexual activities, no actual sex though, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning 

Summary: An A-Z of Din Djarin’s bedroom antics...

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Din is a little awkward to begin with. He doesn’t really know what to do after sex. It’s usually you who ends up taking care of him after sex. But as time goes on and you end up having sex more often, he gets a little more comfortable.

And from this he will make sure you’re okay, not hurt or anything. He will ask if you need anything, if you’re thirsty or hungry. And then he will hold you until you fall asleep because he’s cute like that.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, he’s not really bothered. He hadn’t every really thought about himself in that regard. And plus being covered in armour doesn’t really aid him in his decision making. But if he had to choose, he’d probably say his hands. They’re useful for many things. Fighting, shooting, fixing, flying and fingering...

On you, because he’s a soft little boy, he’d go with your eyes. He is a strong believer in the concept of the eyes being the window to the soul. And with you that is very much the case. He loves to look into your eyes, he’ll get lost in them in seconds. But more sexual the loves your legs. Especially your thighs. He loves to stroke them and squeeze them. And he loves when they press against his head as he eats you out....

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When he does come it’s quite an overwhelming amount to be honest. He doesn’t really like to come inside you (unless you specifically say) because there is a lot and always the chance of pregnancy and neither he nor you feel ready for that. Plus he feels like he’s dirtying you and he doesn’t want to ruin your perfect body.

But, he will do what you say. So, if you want him to come inside you, over you, whatever, he will.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Saying that though ^^ It’s fair to say that Din has a slight breeding kink. Slight being huge. It more to do with the fact that he does what to have a child with you. But also he would find it hot to fill you up completely.

He obviously hasn’t said anything but it’s hard to keep his thoughts at bay when you’re begging him to come inside you and you’re wrapping you legs around his waist to pull him closer to you...

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Din isn’t all that experience. He’s never really cared much about sex before he met you. He had done it once or twice in his life but he didn’t really care much for it, he didn’t really have the time. He was far to preoccupied with his bounty hunting work to find a suitable partner. So it was kind of down to you to teach him. But you didn’t really mind.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves the classic missionary position. It’s easy and enjoyable.

But he is also a huge fan of you being on top, riding him. He loves to have you take control. And it gives him a better opportunity to feel your body.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Certainly more serious. I don’t think Din is a very jokey person in or out of the bedroom. Sometimes you will try and make it a bit lighter but it doesn’t really work. Not that that’s a problem...

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Being covered head to toe in armour means that Din doesn’t really need to bother with his appearance both upstairs and down. So he’s not particularly tidy. But as you haven’t voice any complaints (quite the opposite actually) he hasn’t bothered to tidy himself up down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Din goes full romantic in bed. He will touch and feel every part of your body. He will caress and kiss every inch of your skin. He will make love to you. Because he has someone who loves him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Personally, I don’t think he gets the same satisfaction from touching himself then he would from fucking you.

There are a few occasions in which he has got himself off to the thought of you. But I think he would only do it as a last resort.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He had a hidden (but massive) breeding kink as mentioned.

I don’t know if the blindfold thing really counts as one because he does it so you can’t see his face while he fucks you but if it counts then this is a big one.

Also biting. Din is quite possessive and wants to mark you as much as he possibly can so that everyone know you belong to the Mandalorian. Plus it helps in muffling his moans, one) so he can hear yours better, and 2) he gets a little shy and embarrassed at hearing his own...

Does dry-humping count? Because that too. A big one. Just something about it really gets him going, plus it saves him having to faff with getting all his armour off.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Inside somewhere he knows and trusts. So mainly his ship, in his bed.

Although, there is the rare occasion he will take you in the cockpit. He will sit in the pilots chair and you will ride him. That’s about the only other exception to his bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

To be honest, I think it would take quite a lot to get Din going. Being a little sexually naive, I think you’d have to really go out of your way to turn him on. Meaning therefore that it is mostly you who initiates sex.

But there is the odd occasion that he will suddenly be in the mood for it. And then he doesn’t really hold back...

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I don’t think there’s a lot that he would do. At least in the early stages. He very much stuck to the basics because he found it enjoyable and he didn’t really need anything else. But when you started...let’s just say you were getting a little bored, you tried to coax him into branching out in his sexual preferences.

He would never hurt you. That was for certain. He doesn’t find tying you up to be all that appealing either, but if you really wanted him to do it he wouldn’t say no, he just perhaps wouldn’t enjoy it as much. He relates it too much to bounty hunting and he doesn’t think that’s a good mix, but you disagree.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He definitely prefers giving. Out of everything he’s done to you sexual, eating you out and fingering you has to be what he’s best at. Especially oral.

But he wouldn’t ever say no if you wanted to suck him off...in his pilots chair... because no one in their right mind would turn it down.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on his mood. Although, saying that, he doesn’t often take his bad mood out on you. It’s on those days (where a bounty has been particularly hard or frustrating) that he will be the one to initiate sex. And you certainly don’t complain. And it is also on those days where he is a little more rough and fast.

But most of the time he likes to take it slow. It is something he enjoys and something he wants to take his time in doing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He isn’t a fan. He doesn’t find them enjoyable as much as he would taking his time.

They have happens a few times, but by accident. As in you were taking it slow but something would come up, beeping and blaring of alarms would start and he would have to go quick to finish because he didn’t want to just stop.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He probably would be once you both started to get a bit more comfortable and adventurous. It’s still a learning process for Din so it’s a gradual thing but he’s all about making you happy and fulfilled so he will try most things you suggest whether they be risky or not.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Din is a tiered man. Let him rest. Chances are he can really only go one round, but he knows this and makes it the best damn round you’ve ever had.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He certainly does not use them. (He probably doesn’t even know about a lot of them).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He kind of is a tease but he kind of isn’t. It depends on the mood. It’s he is going fast then he’s more likely to tease to rile you up more, but more often then not he just lets things happen in the bedroom.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Din isn’t much of a talker. He’s very much the silent but deadly type and he’s mostly the same in bed too. He isn’t partially loud, but he’s also not particularly quiet either. He isn’t a constant moaner, but lets just say it’s very easy for you to know when you’re doing something right and making him feel good. Then he will be a bit louder.

But he gets a bit embarrassed at the noises and buries his head in your neck to silence himself despite you telling him you want to hear him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He really really really wants to watch you get off. He’s heard you do it (not that you know that) and you sounded to be really enjoying yourself so he wants to watch you. And maybe learn a thing or two about how to properly touch you.

But yes, he really desperately wants to watch you touch yourself, maybe he’d touch himself too...

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I don’t think it’s a secret that he packing. He tries to act all cool about it saying things like “I’m not that big, am I?” But we all know he’s full of shit. He knows he’s that big. But to be fair, he hasn’t ever seen any other one so he doesn’t really have anything to compare it too.

But we all know that man is huge...

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s surprisingly low. Again, it depends on his mood or the day. He isn’t constantly in the mood for sex. Which he guessed made it more enjoyable.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Din finds it difficult to sleep for many reasons. But sex always seems to relax him enough he falls asleep almost instantly. Of course, after making sure you’re okay.

Which is why you will often fuck him after a long day just so he will sleep.

13/12/20

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The Lighthouse and The Ocean

Pt 17

The Chapel

Pairing: Pedro Pascal/OFC

Warnings: some dirty talk, I went overboard with the fluff

Summary: Pedro and Nini visit a wonderful place and meet very nice people and then they get married. Wait, what?

Notes: Also find this fic on Ao3 -here- or the series' Masterlist and Playlist -here-

Length: 9.2k

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The Chapel

"Wait, don't I know you?" A large truck, loaded with a hell of a lot of broccoli had stopped next to us. The woman inside killed the engine, ripped her sunglasses off and emitted a little sound of amazement when she looked back and forth between us.

Before we got the chance to reply anything apart from a little awkward hand gesture, she spoke up again. "No way! That's Marcus Moreno and Fawn!" She exclaimed with a charming southern drawl, recognising us from the superhero and Tinkerbell adventure movies we had starred in. Not our best work, if I was completely honest.

"Hi, yeah, that's us!" Pedro responded while I was still waving like a douche bag, glad most of all things that I didn't feel like crying anymore whenever someone else but him looked at me too closely. The woman radiated pure friendliness and her face split into a wide smile while she kept chewing on a piece of gum.

"Ha!" She said before she stepped out, cleared her throat and started acting a lot cooler. "I mean, I do watch a lot of kid movies with my little ones. Including those two you made... every other day."

"And we're so sorry." Pedro offered his hand and her dog yapped at us excitedly. "I'm Pedro, nice meeting you." He introduced himself, relief about our rescue evident in his voice. "And this is-" his breath hitched when he put his hand on the small of my back.

"Nini. Pleasure." I shook her hand as well and she could act casual but she made a little adorable squeak and both Pedro and I cracked a big smile, happy we had found not only help but also a nice fan.

"I'm Jenny and this is Indiana. He doesn't bite." She gestured her thumb at the pupper that couldn't get its tongue back into its mouth and wasn't exactly the most threatening looking dog. Pedro had already been gravitating towards the bundle of happiness but he was gasping out loud at the sound of its name. "Jones?" He asked while the dog had already begun licking his hands before even properly meeting them.

"That's the one." "I love Indiana Jones!" "He really does," I confirmed while he was petting the black and white dog that seemed to be an absolute cuddle thief. The human puppy let out a delighted giggle and repeated its name.

Jenny adjusted her hat. "How did this happen? I mean... I'm a little star-struck, not gonna lie, I thought I had to go to Vegas to see some stars looking like a hot mess." She laughed at her own joke and gained more sympathy points by the second.

"I guess we do look a little lost," I said in good humour.

"Do you need help? What on earth are you doing in the farmlands?"

"Huh?" Pedro stopped petting the dog and only registered her question a second later. "Oh, our car broke down a mile from here."

"I broke it," I explained drily and with a shrug. "It needed fixing before that," Pedro added, finally making room for me so I could make friends with Indiana too.

Jenny listened to us with wide eyes. "I'll tow you to my fiancé's garage, no problem." "That's so nice, thank you!"

Pedro folded his hands over his heart. "We can't thank you enough for rescuing us, Jenny. We'd be fucked without you."

"Don't mention it. He'll fix you up in no time. Sí, vámanos! I'm sure the kids are gonna freak out." She invited us in and I wiggled my brows at Pedro, knowing already how great he was with children. I was guessing that they'd all be excited to meet each other.

Pedro opened the door for me and climbed in next. The seats were spacious enough to fit all three of us in the front plus the head of a smelly dog, for Indiana had already grown attached to the animal-friendly man who tried to escape the enthusiastic licks to his face.

We told Jenny everything that had happened to us before we had met her, talking in animated gestures and we were incredibly bad at letting the other finish their sentence. She made appropriate noises and short comments but other than that, she let us ramble during the entire rescue of our truck and the journey to the car shack.

We had been talking so much, there wasn't much left to say. There would have been an awkward silence if the radio wasn't emitting a carefree song. We listened to it in silence with Jenny occasionally looking at the two of us and shaking her head in disbelief. She didn't say anything though and just let the music play.

"That's a lot of broccoli." Pedro finally spoke up, eyeing the back of the truck.

"Yep. It's in season." Jenny replied and after a beat, started slightly drumming along to 'In The Summertime. She was clearly burning with the one or other question during our continuing silence. "So, you two were on a trip together?" She asked casually.

"Yes, to the west coast for the weekend between shooting." "How nice. How... romantic." She mused. Subtle, Jenny. Very subtle.

Pedro and I smiled at each other. "I agree, he surprised me with this plan. Best boyfriend ever." I said and he responded by taking my hand in his and simply holding it. Pedro had organised this trip out of the goodness of his heart and it meant everything to me. I regretted there wasn't a stronger word for 'everything. He had returned the goodness and light in my life by just being there when I most needed him and I couldn't believe my luck. He offered me the chance to take a real break here.

Both my companions grinned and Jenny slapped my thigh approvingly but didn't further comment. "Though Pedro didn't tell me where we were going, only 'pack your bikini' so, of course, I stole my costume." I hadn't brought mine in the first place but I couldn't care less about this situation.

"Borrowed." He corrected. "I'm afraid we're nothing but trouble for our director." He added and sounded less guilty than we were both supposed to feel.

"What kind of movie is it?" "Uh... not something you'll want to watch with your kids." Pedro thought aloud, squinting his eyes.

"Suspense." I avoided mentioning the hot and heavy scenes and thought it might have been the best guess anyway, judging by the way nobody knew what kind of atmosphere the director's cut will end up in.

"Yeah, Tilda Swinton is definitely too scary," Pedro confirmed while I was braiding my hair out of my neck. I secured it with the spare hair tie he had started wearing around his wrist lately and that alone was such a 'boyfriend' thing to do, I should have realised weeks ago that we had secretly started being a couple.

"It's poetic cinema and-" Pedro's eyebrows suddenly shot up and he interrupted himself to point at the landscape. "Look! Baby donkey." He exclaimed and my head snapped towards the small herd when his hand grasped mine. We cooed and Jenny chuckled.

Me too, girl, I thought. I was trying for the millionth time today not to burst out in tears at his adorableness. When I was with him, it was so easy to see beyond my own feelings and thrive on his happiness alone.

"You know, my youngest, Rosie, she loves Tinkerbell and my boy wants so badly to be part of the Heroics team. He insists he has superpowers too." Pedro nodded. "I'll have to tell him I will consider his application then." He replied in a serious business tone and Jenny seemed delighted. "Honestly, Pedro, that would be great. Silas is obsessed with 'We Can Be Heroes. He wants to watch it every time he can't go to sleep and it makes me cry and not in a good way."

Jenny seemed to be sharing my thoughts exactly. I giggled and pressed my lips together when Pedro gave me that sassy attitude whenever he felt too flabbergasted to scold me. "Hey, you didn't even watch it." He protested.

"I tried," I defended myself with wide eyes but I also recalled the way I had felt the need to sob at every shot and dialogue the film had offered until I had shut it off. It was just bad, except for the eggs in the sink part.

Pedro acted insulted. "Thanks, that's worse. It's a movie for kids, 'they're' supposed to like it, not you two." He replied with fake gusto. "Not like the Tinkerbell movie was a cinematic piece of art either."

"Yeah, it was bad too." I agreed even though I had enjoyed it. "But I was cute." Pedro made a face like he couldn't argue with that.

We took one last turn. "Home sweet home." Jenny suddenly said and Indiana began barking at the familiar sight as she drove into a farm lane and stopped near a street with a house painted in rich colours.

We stepped out of the car and watched the dog toppling out first to be greeted by a man who looked like someone had given a Mexican George Clooney a dirty overall and a shovel.

"Corazón, look who I picked up from the road."

Turned out Jenny and her fiancé didn't just own a garage but also managed an entire farm where they grew their products. They invited to show us around and we treaded down a weary path between their rows of salad and potatoes.

We were walking side by side, taking turns throwing a lump of wood for Indiana every couple of seconds. I took in this paradise surrounding us, smelling a bunch of fresh herbs as we walked through their lush green crops. "This is incredible. You build this life together?" Pedro asked, rubbing a leaf of basil between his hands and enjoying its aroma.

"My Jenny and I met at a convention for sustainable farming four years ago," Diego explained with a charming lilt in his voice. "We immediately took over this farm, first as business partners, and now we grow completely organic products together as life partners. Broccoli, salad, potatoes and over there on that piece of land behind the barn are corn and beans."

"It's wonderful," I told the couple, gazing across the fertile acres of land. I plucked a yellow flower from one of the many bushes around and smelled it before tugging it into my braid. The action had made Pedro smile and he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear as a gesture of compliment. I snuck my hand back into his in return.

Jenny gave us each a ripe tomato to try and it had a more intense and sweeter taste than I was used to. "Thank you. You know, farming is not just hard work but also politics. Fertilising causes so much pollution and we would all grow better, more nutritious products and crops with higher yield if everyone went organic." She said in an agitated way and Pedro and I listened attentively. "And don't get me started on the benefits it would have on climate change. We hope we can spread more awareness about healthier soil but our cause is ambitious when there are little to no restrictions on toxic chemicals."

"What you do is so important. People don't jump at the idea?" Pedro asked and she shrugged. "We help educate the local farmers. We believe we can save Earth through better farming and most of all, through having love for doing what we do." Jenny had reached a large plant and dipped the shell of half a coconut into its heart. "Here."

She gave me the coconut bowl, filled with clear water and motioned for me to try it. When I did, I thought I'd never tasted anything like it before and I made a sound of excitement, urging Pedro to taste it as well.

"Honey water from the agave plant. The only thing we can't export. It would go bad." Diego explained.

"Its tastes like-" Pedro smacked his lips. "Earth, like sweet rainwater, like all the love the people here have for their roots and their wonderful country."

"Oh, you're a poet." I put my arm around his waist and the others seemed taken by his words too. He acted humble but only for a second. "I did have a moment there," Pedro admitted jokingly.

We chatted until we had reached their main courtyard again to watch some of their friends and family members carry around the stuff they needed to build a stage and erect some kind of open-air tent with lampions and flags.

"Are you preparing for some kind of event?" I asked curiously, looking up when a few men pushed a large pole into the air and cheered after they had accomplished their task.

"Sí, we are finally getting married on Monday." Diego draped his arm around Jenny's shoulders affectionately and they shared a tender look. "Oh, congratulations!" Pedro and I said and I leaned into my boyfriend instinctively, feeling happy about so much love around us.

"Everyone's invited, lots of food and dancing, you should come party with us. It's going to be one big fiesta." He said while dancing and Pedro and I shared a flustered look, knowing we'd both like to accept on the spot. We loved a good party but Monday night wasn't good.

"We would, really." Pedro began, standing there with his hand apologetically placed on his tummy and I chimed in. "Yeah, but we have to be back by Monday evening already, bummer. We have a movie to finish."

"Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us." Jenny winked at us.

"Thanks for the invite though," Pedro said with an added laugh. "We should tell Bill Murray there's a wedding he could crash, he'll jump on the opportunity." Bill was known for being a notorious ill guest at wedding parties he hadn't been invited to. Well, everyone needed a hobby. Diego opened his arms. "He can come too."

"What about them, what are they doing?" Pedro asked with a gleeful expression towards a field where a group of several children played between stacks of old tires and crates filled with vegetables.

"Oh them? They are playing pretend wedding, build some kind of chapel from scraps. I told them not to steal the table arrangements, dammit."

"Mi amor, let them have fun. Pedro, why don't you show me what's wrong with the truck? I'll fix you up." "Sure." Pedro squeezed my hip lightly before he followed Diego into his garage and they started a friendly chat in Spanish.

"Can I help you with something while the boys are busy?" I asked Jenny.

"You can come and make some agua fresca with me for our helping hands if you want." She suggested some light work for me and I was glad about the opportunity to help, otherwise, I wouldn't have known what to do.

Two glasses of the best lemonade I had ever tasted needed to be brought to the men and I carried a tray into Diego's shop, announcing myself with a small whistle that died as soon as I spotted Pedro.

I knew I had a weakness for cowboys, now I seemed to have an appetite for mechanics too. There was something distinctively masculine about the way Pedro carried himself with that oily rag and dirtied up hands and I blushed from only locking eyes with him again. Hot damn.

"Brought you some refreshments." I singsonged nervously and was met with a chorus of appreciation and even better, a kiss on the cheek from my thirst trap boyfriend. The sounds of culinary pleasure filled the room shortly after and indeed, the sweet iced drink with peach and basil was simply worth writing an entire column about in a trip advisor.

"Don't mind me, keep going," I whispered and looked around the auto shack. There were oil spills all over the floor, leaves that blew in from outside, stacks of old tires and thousands of tools neatly put onto shelves. In short, it looked like it had a competent owner. Pedro continued to tinker and debate with Diego in a garage that smelled of metal, saw dust and motor oil. It was that kind of place you'd trust them not to charge you eighty bucks for a filter replacement. Instead, you were most likely to get a discount just because they liked you.

I listened to their mix of Spanish and English but everything remained an incomprehensible obstacle for me. I had no idea what kind of technical issues our truck had and if I was completely honest, I was already bored by simply looking underneath the hood. Pedro seemed to just nod along in understanding and could assist with bits and pieces while they were elbow deep inside the car.

"Will you be able to fix it?" I asked the men, feeling quite useless.

"Yes, but that coil needs some cleaning and I need to get the multimeter, check if there's really a faulty. I'll be right back." Diego threw Pedro a much cleaner cloth, which he tossed over his shoulder. He swaggered away from the car. "We fixed the overheating problem." He told me with a grin after the other man had left.

"Hey, good job! I didn't know you were also talented in this field of work too." I circled the car, not really understanding what Pedro was doing but already slipping into a flirty mood. I screwed at a cap and rubbed the dust on my fingers away like I knew what any of those things did.

"You mean you think I'm hot and this is kind of a turn-on for you." Pedro flirted right back, reading me like an open book.

"Get out of my head!" I complained but started to get flushed when I examined him more closely. My brain set into a default dumb mode just from realising how attractive his roughed up look was... how those muscles underneath his slightly sweaty dark grey t-shirt were put to use. It made me weak, knowing that the man was well equipped for owning a certain macho thing but was also the embodiment of non-toxic masculinity.

Pedro let out a laugh. "I'm just trying to distract you from the fact that I have no clue, I'm just supposed to wipe the excess dirt off the coil." He confessed and showed me something that looked like some kind of plug.

"Is that the little bugger?" I asked.

"Yeah, wait, I thought you weren't interested." He said, knowing that talking about cars was one of those topics that caused me to immediately blank out of the conversation, like soccer or diet plans.

"I wanna know what's going on, I like to be on top of things."

A smile curled his lips. "I also like having you on top" Pedro replied nonchalantly while he continued cleaning it and I could feel the heat creeping into my cheeks when he locked eyes with me again. God, that had been so corny and clever and shouldn't have the power to make me this flustered. I knew I had the most unguarded hypnotised expression on my face when he spat into the cloth and rubbed at the coil.

"Careful there, if that's a pickup line." I pretended to warn him, speaking with a dry mouth. "I'm very easy."

Pedro raised his brows and his eyes widened dramatically. "Oh, is that so?" He stepped closer, wiping his dirty hands on the cloth and tugging it between his belt. He looked down at me and a purr rumbled from his chest as he studied my heated face.

"I thought I'd have to try harder, take you out tonight, wine and candlelight dinner and run you a bath afterwards but maybe you want to skip all those niceties?" Pedro tilted his head.

He truly wanted to spoil me like promised but it was such a defined plan and I had done nothing at all, couldn't believe I had deserved this. "Yeah, I don't know if I can take that much." I breathed out, losing the strength in my voice but not my greediness for affection.

"Yeah, but you'll be fine after you've accustomed to the size-" he murmured and I was about to interrupt his lewdness but he finished his sentence. "-of the luxurious beach house I rented... it has five bedrooms, you know." He continued, voice straining into his deepest, most seductive voice. "So many beds and I can be so indecisive."

He tipped his head down to examine my reaction closely and further play with my inability to respond. Did he have a plan and whatever it was, would he follow through? Did he have any ideas and if he did, how many? Too many questions, not enough answers, just him gazing at me with hooded eyes and a smirk that made me chuckle like a teenager.

I didn't remember the last time I had been so shy in his presence and tried to initiate such a careful kiss. We shared several until he began grumbling and pouting. "Shit, I can't touch you, you're wearing a white dress and I'm covered in dirt."

"That means I have the advantage here." I countered, sounding innocent but just going with an impulse without thinking. I just couldn't help myself, I had to kiss his jaw, move to the tiny hairless spot in his beard and dip lower towards his neck to lightly nip at his salty skin.

Pedro groaned deliciously, still not allowed to touch me. "Keep that up and I can't guarantee anything."

I felt like I had been too stressed lately and to be honest, I was yearning for relief. He was so sweet. My own rules and principles had kept us in line so far but the parameters had changed when he asked me to be his girlfriend.

I was willing to test the waters. Him looking like a mechanic awoke something primal in me that yearned for more filthy activities. His clothes were a little soiled, he smelled of sun and engine oil and a little bit of sweat and I felt like I could just sit on the hood, drop my panties and let him take me, rough and deep until he came hard and- "If you only knew what I'd let my boyfriend do to me." I whispered.

Pedro swallowed thickly. "He sounds like a lucky man." "Oh, he's certainly getting lucky tonight if he doesn't care to speed this up and turn this into a hard fuck inside that barn," I suggested shamelessly.

Pedro exhaled deeply and I would have categorised his expression as angry if I hadn't known it any better. "It's taking me every single ounce of self-control right now, I hope you know that."

"Too many kids around. Let's not risk traumatising them." I agreed.

"No, I know." He searched my eyes for a possible alternative but ultimately, he gave me one last sweet peck on the lips and stepped back afterwards. He clenched and unclenched his hands in a helpless manner around my curves before he groaned in frustration and went back to tinker around the car with a dramatic sigh. "Left the condoms in the suitcase anyway." He mentioned, not getting in the slightest what I had been insinuating.

Pedro cursed about something that obviously needed fixing and it looked like he was stuck with holding some kind of tube before it would burst.

I tilted my head, shamelessly checking him out while watching him move around. Didn't he just have the cutest butt? "You know, that makes me wonder..." I started over, determined to let the penny drop subtly.

"Hm?" He mumbled without letting the troubling pressure tube out of his eyes.

I tapped my fingers around the frame of the car, sneakily looking towards the exits to check if we were alone. "It's something you know I had a rule for and was always a bit hesitant about but now that we uh-" Oh shit, what had I gotten myself into, I didn't know how to tell him.

It was like watching the gears turn in his head when he searched my face for clues. "Wait, hold up." He insisted, truly intrigued now that I was blushing. "Go on." He leaned his hip against the car, still holding onto the motor with one hand.

I got my tongue in a twist. "I wouldn't mind- I mean, I would like- we can still if that's what you want but I had sworn to always, always use protection outside a committed relationship. But now that we're- I... want you to..." I wanted him to claim me because I was quite sure he was busy constantly changing my world.

His lips parted. "You mean-" Pedro's hand clenched so hard around the tube in the car, something burst and sizzled a loud sound of steam into the air and he tipped forward in surprise, catching himself just in time to quickly adjust whatever just broke. After he had frantically fixed it back into place, he looked at me and was still unable to close his jaw and I could barely stifle my laughter behind my hand in reaction to this slapstick moment.

I could almost hear Pedro's heartbeat thrumming in his chest after he had closed the distance between us again and I watched his pupils dilate after he had gotten close enough so I could see my reflection in them. I had been throbbing from the moment he decided to crowd me up against the truck. He let out a huff of breath into my face and held my chin between his thumb and finger just a little too forcefully. "Oh fuck." He whispered, not caring about leaving a stain of motor dust on my skin.

I was almost dropping into the dark lakes as I stared into his eyes. I had never allowed him to go raw and he had never asked, had accepted this preference without question. Pedro hummed deliciously. "All filled up, all mine." He thought out loud.

"Yeah?" A shiver ran down my spine and I trembled with anticipation. "Is that something you'd like too, angel?" I asked huskily.

"I wanted to do that since-" he didn't finish his sentence and swallowed thickly instead. The fact that he had desired it but had respected my boundaries only further deepened the infinite trust I had in him.

"When?" I inquired, eliciting another groan from him, this time from discomfort. "Since when?"

He grinned into the air in shame before he could look at me again. "Ever since we saw each other again." "After the read-through in New York?" "During it."

I gasped, not scandalised at all but Pedro sought to explain himself. "I had possibly started watching that Dutch series you starred in." He admitted, pronouncing its title wrongly but it was a lot more adorable this way.

"Oh?" My face lit up at this revelation. He hummed. "It's very... European." He had made an extenuation of a series that wasn't exactly G-rated. I had played an absolute man-eater and the series contained some scenes that had been extremely raunchy and had focused on only my pleasure. Those were the things I cringed about at night when I thought about the fact that my grandparents watched every single minute of my work.

But the thought that Pedro had watched it and had thought about me in that way excited me extraordinarily. "Pedro, did you-" I began and he knew of course, what I meant. He nodded guiltily, licking his lips. "So naughty." I mused and he had the audacity to huff out a laugh but the idea that he had fantasised about me gave me a massive boost of confidence. "Well, how does it feel to have learned the difference between my fake and real moans first hand?"

"Sweetheart, I know exactly what you like. Feels damn good to be the one responsible for the real ones." He caged me in against the truck with his hands placed beside my head and we were both breathing a little heavier.

"To be fair, I'm worse. I might have thought about you in that way when I watched Game of Thrones. Which was years ago."

He raised his eyebrows, looking more proud than shocked. Smug, you might even say. "So we're both a slut for sluts?"

"We don't slut-shame." I pretended to have morals and so did he. "Yes, no, let's bring back the word 'whore." He said and made me laugh at how mean that was.

There was a moment of heavy breaths and tenderness between us, the air was practically sparkling with electricity. "Say it." He challenged me softly, vulnerability laced in his voice.

"What?" "Say you meant it, are you sure?" Pedro asked huskily.

"That you're my boyfriend and that being in a relationship with me comes with extra privileges? That I want you to fill me up every fucking day so I'll always have you inside me?" I batted my eyelashes at him sweetly in stark contrast to this graphic narration and I knew the kind of effect it had on him when his knees got weak and his statue shrank a little. "Yes."

Pedro let out a growl, leaning in to kiss me but before his lips could touch mine a voice announced their return. "Found it!" Diego yelled into the room, entering with the multimeter and a little girl on his hips. Pedro and I immediately parted an appropriate distance from each other.

I snickered when he had to put both fists into his pockets to cover up a raging hard-on just after gesturing to my face where he'd left smudges on my chin and jaw.

Pedro cleared his throat and walked onto the other side of the car to assist the mechanic but not without winking at me one last time.

"The older kids won't let my mijita play with them again." He sighed, letting the girl down whose tears had stopped flowing after they had entered. She had been staring at me with wide eyes since.

They were already tinkering underneath the hood but her miserable sight stopped me from joining them. Only compassion for the sadness of another could have turned my mood around so quickly.

Some of the other kids were running past the shop and the little girl watched them have fun without her. She stayed behind with her dollie, staring at the empty door and a sniffle shook her tiny frame. Oh, didn't I know the feeling?

When she turned around and met my gaze again, she wiped her eyes with the jacket of her doll. She looked so left out and I decided to walk over to her and sit down on a bucket beside her. "Hi there. What's your name?" She looked up at me.

"Rosie." The older toddler continued to scrub the tip of her shoe across the dusty concrete floor. "You're Rosie? Your mama told us so much about you. I'm Nini."

"You look like a fairy." She said and I could hear Pedro chuckle behind me. Both he and Rosie's dad were smiling over at us before they continued chatting, obviously not talking about cars anymore.

"Well, I'm at least a tiny bit magic." I wiggled my hands in front of her nose as a tiny distraction while producing the yellow flower from my braid and giving it to her. "A pretty flower for a pretty flower."

We giggled at each other when she accepted it and I felt warm affection for this little girl who was so smart for a three-year-old.

"You sound funny." Rosie noticed and showed me a tooth gap when she smiled at my mix of British and Dutch accents. "Yes, I'm not from here, I'm from the Netherlands."

Her eyes lit up. "Neverland?"

I chuckled, feeling a rush of oxytocin cause tears to prickle at the corners of my eyes. "Well, it's a place far away from here, you're right about that." She pressed her remaining teeth onto her bottom lip and all worries seemed to have been temporarily forgotten. She made me realise how much I missed a connection to my baby sister, who was barely a year older than Rosie. I knew very few children but she was cute as a button and I had felt instant affection for her and a great deal of yearning.

"Why are you not playing with the other kids, Rosie?" "They say I'm too young to marry anyone." I blinked at her, thinking that yes, but so were all of them.

"Who says that?" "Silas is the priest. He decides who can get married." "That's usually not how it works," I said, frowning at the kid logic. "Silas is your brother, right?"

She tugged at the little jacket her dollie was wearing and fixed the buttons, averting my question. "Her jacket is loose that's why she always gets a cold." She let the doll blow into a handkerchief and worried over her patient before dumping her into a bed of leaves inside another bucket. It looked like she was putting her doll to sleep, draping a rag over her like a blanket and the flower to cuddle with.

"Oh, is that her bed?" I asked and Rosie nodded mutely. "You're pretty good at making stuff. I can make some things too, you know?" "What things?" She asked shyly.

"Like crowns. With flowers, normally. There's a bush of these yellow flowers outside, do you wanna make a flower crown together?" "For me?" "Yes, for you, so you can become a flower fairy." I stood up and offered her to take my hand and turned back to see Pedro watching us with a look of adoration in his eyes.

He joined us after he was done washing his hands. "You're very sweet with her, I didn't know you were good with children." "Me neither," I admitted in alarm, had whispering back while feeling Rosie tugging at my hand already. I had thought I really wasn't because the company of children usually felt overwhelming to me at best.

Pedro looked over my shoulder towards the commotion outside. "We have an hour or so to waste until Diego fixed the car, we could go see what the kids are doing. I bet the others would be happy to meet a magic fairy too."

I turned at a sound by the door. "Or a superhero," I suggested. "See?"

It hadn't taken long for two boys to gather in the doorway and whisper excitedly to each other. "You're going to have your hands full with that bunch in a minute. I'll take Rosie and maybe we can convince them to play together when we come and join you."

"Sounds like a plan." He squeezed my other hand in a gesture of a temporary goodbye and turned toward the older kids. "Hola," Pedro waved at them but the boys just stared at him with eyes so wide they should have popped out by now.

One of them gasped shakily before he spoke. "I know you from TV!" He said to Pedro but before he could give a reply, the boys had run off towards their friends again.

Pedro closed his mouth in confusion, looking back at me before mumbling out a slow. "Okay."

Like a swarm of piranhas, they came running and practically slammed into us before we could even properly exit the shop.

"Oh, dear," I commented, tugging Rosie behind me protectively before she could be squashed in their midst.

Pedro was excited to meet literally any kid and he was always happy to give attention to small humans. They all gathered around us, some talking in Spanish and some in English. Only little Rosie, who was the youngest, didn't speak a word and kept her distance and hid behind my dress.

"You're Missy's dad with the magnet powers!" The loudest boy among the kids yelled at Pedro and another kid pushed through the crowd. "Mama no me permiso a ver Star Wars." A girl told him monotonously, chewing at her sleeve.

Pedro tutted at the small child and crouched down to meet the kids' eye level. He gave her a reply that sounded encouragingly enough made her smile at him.

"And you must be Silas." Pedro addressed his most shaky fan "Yes?" "You guys look like a good team of superheroes. Who wants to save the world, hm?"

The kids cheered and ran off, tugging him along faster than his larger and slower frame allowed him to. "Will you be okay, baby?" He asked back.

"Yes, go and play! Go!" I pushed him away, giggling at the scene. Indiana ran after them, barking at the buzzing cacophony of screams.

"How about you and me, Rosie? Wanna play with me?" She nodded adoringly and took my hand to lead me towards the bush of Mexican sunflowers.

A newly-crowned Rosie and I walked towards Pedro and the group of kids and his eyes lit up when we joined them, admiring the fresh and expertly woven flower crown on her head. It was a skill I had learned from my mum and could really pride myself with. "Amazing work." He awed and I grinned widely when he told the little girl how pretty she was, booping her nose. She accepted the compliment but had to lean back when the dog sniffed at her head in curiosity.

Pedro reached to the side to pick something up from a large pumpkin and show it to Rosie and me. "Such a pretty snail, look Rosie. Ah, Nini no, you can't have it, there's a living snail inside." He told me when he seemed to recognise the magpie glint in my eyes.

Silas chimed in. "Not when you put salt on it." Pedro frowned at the kid. "Don't do that, that would kill it." "I know." "Seriously."

"It will throw bubbles and disappear into the air," Silas whispered to me and I raised my eyebrows, both horrified and intrigued.

"Interesting," I replied and I understood what Pedro told the kid and me, only because he had told me a couple of times as well. "Me preocupas ¿sabes? You wouldn't let him do that, would you?" I gasped. "Of course not!"

Silas raised his hands and gave a quick and snotty reply and Pedro laughed in my direction put continued to point at the kid, shaking his head at him. "Are you sure you're not a supervillain?" "Next time," Silas answered, scrubbing at his scraped knee.

"Already done saving Earth, how did it go?" I asked around and Pedro sighed. "Aliens with tentacles are very popular invaders. But we crushed them, right kids?" Pedro asked, earned approval and grimaced at me when he got up. "My back is killing me."

"Take it a little easier now, okay? I rubbed my hand across his back, kissing his shoulder. "Yes, ma'am."

"Then what's this?" I asked everyone, eying the poor but adorable construction of logs, stolen paper flower arrangements and a pile of crates. "It's our ermita. We were playing wedding before the aliens came." Another girl explained and Silas continued talking over the crowd dominantly. "My mom is marrying Juan's dad the day after tomorrow. ¿Verdad, hermano?" "Sí, hermanos para siempre." The boys made a complex secret handshake.

"We should get ready for the next wedding," Silas suggested to the other kids, ushering them inside the open chapel. "Normally we don't allow adults to come too but you're famous so I'll make an exception."

"That's very kind of you, thank you," Pedro said and I hid my expression behind a hand, linking my arm in his so we could both step aside and let the children play.

Silas grabbed a children's book from under the pumpkin and stepped onto the crates to gain height above anyone else, including Pedro. From up there, he could look down at us like we were his flock of sheep. "Yo soy el sacardote, I am the town priest!" The boy announced to his audience.

We stood as bystanders while two girls walked hand in hand towards their priest, grinning at each other. Silas said a few words in Spanish to the girls and clapped his book shut, provoking a laugh from Pedro.

"He is redefining the drive-through wedding." Pedro pressed out, controlling his laughter while the girls walked hand in hand between the ranks, twirling and bowing to each other.

"Yeah, that was the quickest wedding I've ever seen," I whispered to him while we clapped along with the other children and we giggled at the newly married couple that had started a clapping game. The next couple walked into Silas' chapel. This time, it was a furiously blushing but by miles, the bravest boy among the other boys. Alongside him walked a girl with uneven pigtails who wore a pretty sparkling shawl.

Silas repeated his previous words and the kids interrupted a couple of times when it took them a little longer to get through the ceremony and they kept talking back and forth.

"What are they saying, their vows?" I asked Pedro and he leaned over. "No, they're negotiating a dowry."

I made a sound of disbelief. "Kids these days."

Shortly after, the girl pressed a kiss to the boy's cheek and he practically ran down the aisle away from her and was met with more laughter.

Voices were raised when a girl caught my hand and brought me to her friends, dragging me away from Pedro while the same was happening to him. "You can marry him now, come." "Oh, my goodness. Pedro?" "Uhm... Oh, ok." Pedro was tugged down onto his knees and the last bride draped the sparkling shawl over his shoulders.

"What is happening?" I whispered to Pedro and he mouthed back. "Just play along." It was followed by an amused smile on his lips while the kids continued to decorate us with their accessories.

"Wait!" I said and made everyone look at me. A tiny cease of worry formed between Pedro's eyebrows. "Let me do this right, wait just a moment."

I looked around the rubble to find wire and an old and a bit dirty shower curtain but my dress was smudged by now anyways. The curtain's white and nearly translucent material was quickly woven onto the wire and bent into a crown for my head. Pedro was already laughing while the kids gathered around me to arrange my veil. "Not bad." My boyfriend and soon to be play husband said after I caught a broccoli in my hands, clutching it like I would if I had a bouquet of flowers.

"Marcus." Rosa's tiny voice announced herself and she tugged at Pedro's jeans to get his attention. He looked down at the sound of his wrong name and crouched so she could place her own, too small flower crown on his head. Pedro cooed at her and thanked her, promising to return it to her soon.

"Hey, Rosie, would you like to be our flower girl?" I asked the little one and suggested she'd throw some leaves in front of us and she nodded enthusiastically, grinning wide and happy that she was finally included in this game. Looking back at Pedro, I saw that his eyes had softened and I shot him a playful wink.

I had to admit he looked incredibly handsome surrounded by sparkles and warm yellow flowers while I looked like I had climbed out of a garbage disposal but Pedro seemed to see everything through a rosy glow while we walked down the aisle together. We nodded at every child present until we stood before our preadolescent priest.

I was almost in tears, trying to suppress the hilarity of being forcedly wed by a child reading from a book that was most definitely not a bible but a Bob the builder picture book. Pedro cleared his throat, folding his hands seriously and everyone went quiet, even the dog.

"We are in a church," Silas told us and then and yelled on the top of his lungs, screamed at us and into the field beyond, nearly loud enough to blast my eardrums. "DO YOU WANT TO MARRY EACH OTHER?"

I gathered my breath after the initial shock. "YES!" I yelled back passionately and not less hard. I had given Rosie the broccoli before Pedro took my hands in his and I gazed into his eyes.

"YES." He yelled into my face, loud enough that even the grown-ups were able to hear us. "Then, you are married now. Boom!" The boy shut the book with a loud clap and the children cheered while the group of adults clapped and whooped somewhere in the distance.

I hadn't seen who had shoved me a little closer to Pedro but I had anticipated his next move and tilted my chin up to inch closer to his mouth. My mind was flashing in a stream of colours when I met the soft kiss he placed upon my lips. The kids around us giggled when we lingered on it too long and so we had to part eventually. I was unable to open my eyes at first, fearing I'd grow even dizzier.

When I did, I thought that Pedro was sparkling, I didn't know how to describe him otherwise. He was one mess of light and love and warmth and beauty and everything sweet about living, wrapped up in one cute package. He was aglow, eyes filled with all our unknown chapters while wearing a heart that could easily melt my own.

Then he let out a laugh and stepped back to admire my outfit again with a smile that mirrored mine. He wiped his face. "Oh boy." He distributed his feelings of surprise, joy and confusion all over the place. Nothing about this game had a traditional order but nobody cared about convention.

"Rings." Rosie opened her empty palm to Pedro and he whistled. "Perfect, Rosie's got our backs. Thank you." Pedro mimed taking one and he made a show out of putting it on my finger. I pretended to fan my tears away with my newly ringed hand. Of course, Rosie had Pedro's imaginary ring as well and I put it onto his ring finger, feeling myself dissolve in his splendour and giddiness.

We celebrated along with the kids who danced around us. I couldn't have wished for a better wedding reception. Pedro and I had had plenty of opportunities to dance together without any music but it had never been as hilarious as doing it among children who played out a sped-up version of one entire night of celebrating.

"Do you want me to take a picture of you?" Jenny had walked over and had pulled out her phone. Of course, we agreed with another fit of laughter and showed our outfits to the cameras while leaning into each other. Silas was grinning cheekily behind us while still standing on the crates with his picture book. Pedro and I shared another, well-staged but not less sweet kiss.

The result was so absurd it seemed to be something that came straight out of a professional concept photoshoot. A slight colour filter across the photographs made it look dreamy and timeless. The laughter in our faces was so genuine and the children pulled such silly faces, I was convinced everyone would be able to hear the picture.

"It gets more chaotic the longer you look at it," I mentioned, instinctively sneaking my hand around Pedro's waist to reassure myself that he wasn't freaked out after the children's wedding game. He pulled me closer and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"They're insanely cute. I could send it to your email?" Jenny offered but Pedro had a better idea. "By all means, you could use those?" He looked at me for approval and I nodded. "As promotion for your cause, gain attention, say this was sponsored by organic farming and we got married between your vegetables." Pedro carefully set the flower crown back onto her daughter's head and thanked her again. Obviously, the pictures told the story that this hadn't been a real wedding at all but it didn't explain our kiss. I found myself not caring in the slightest. I wanted the world to see our kiss and cause a meltdown in our fandoms.

I hummed, plucking a stray petal from his locks and returning a smile that only seemed to grow with affection. "It's going to spread viral, we can just rip the pictures off the internet if we want them and anyone who-" I interrupted myself with a giggle. "Wants to send wedding gifts, let them go straight to the real married couple."

She gasped at the idea. "You would do this for us?" She tapped on her phone. "You sweet people. That's so nice and we could use the attention for our crowdfunding." She said and I made a mental note of it.

"By the way, we've got to thank you and Diego for all of your help and for fixing us up." Pedro pulled his wallet from his back pocket but Jenny jumped to action and closed his hands around it again. "Absolutely not, you've done enough and we were helping our friends."

"But-" "None of that." Diego insisted.

"We'll accept anything you want to offer if you come to the wedding reception." She urged us in a friendly manner.

"Oh, babe, now we have to." I grinned at Pedro and bumped into him to be more convincing.

Pedro let out a sigh. "Ella sabe que yo le voy a obedecer." He said, accepting the fact that he would do anything I'd say and he earned a heartfelt and brotherly clap on his shoulder from Diego, who could relate.

"Now excuse us, however great your hospitality is, my wife and I will have to continue our journey," Pedro said comically serious and I thought my heart had skipped a beat when he had called me his wife.

"Yes, you should go. It'll start raining soon." Diego worried but when I looked up, I could see nothing but blue sky and a few stray clouds. I frowned but guessed it was the farmer's superior knowledge of nature.

Pedro addressed the kids next who had gathered to say goodbye to us. "Don't get married too young." He reminded them and gave each a high five while I turned to the couple.

"Good luck with everything, in your marriage and mission." I hugged them both.

"You too!" "Drive safely," They said.

"It was fun meeting you guys, hasta luego." I added towards the kids and gave them my makeshift veil to play with.

"That was smart with your outfit, by the way." Pedro nudged my elbow and I grinned up at him before we parted to climb into our seats. "Thanks. I don't know, just a quick manifestation of my dream wedding outfit."

"Yeah." Pedro let out a breath. "Manifestation."

They all stood waving while we turned in their driveway. "Adiós!" They yelled and the children came screaming and running after our truck until we were too fast for them to follow.

~~~

The day slowly gave away to sunset and with the first heavy grey clouds, the trees began their conversation with an upcoming wind. It was an alluring whisper that invited the rain to greet the earth and the horizon became darker in a cinematically composed and threatening vista.

"Really looks like it's going to pour soon. Will we make it?" I asked, leaning forward to try and detect how fast the sky was drawing together.

Soon the first raindrops were falling onto our windows and eventually, it had started to rain so much, the wiping system had to be put on the highest setting so Pedro could still see the road.

Finally, we stopped in an open parking lot behind a secured gate that clearly indicated that we were in a rich neighbourhood. The dark and stormy Pacific Ocean was to our right and to our left stood a range of luxury houses with view on the ocean. The mix of modern and traditional fincas were hiding between palm trees that started to bent in the wind.

"Right, but we're here. You see that house?" Pedro pointed past the rain towards a large, white residence on the far end of that green hillside. "We can't park closer?" "I was told by the owner that we've got to walk up there." "Okay, well, it is a gated community, we could leave our suitcases and come back for them later, make a run for it now."

Pedro let out a deep exhale through his nose, gripping the steering wheel. He shot me one last look. "Last one there is a loser." And he dashed out, playing unfairly again, this time by being on the advantageous side of the car. "No!" Before I had even opened the door, he had already gained some distance and I yelled after him.

I ran through the rain with a large grin and caught up with him halfway up the hill, having the disadvantage of shorter legs but triumphing in the end by being fitter. "Ha-ha!" I blew him a raspberry.

"Fuck, I'm out of shape." He complained and I turned back, almost slipping on the wet path but laughing nevertheless. "Quit smoking, then!"

We were drenched in warm rain when we reached the house and Pedro caught up with me after had I stopped to look at the view. He grinned. "What are you doing? Come on!" He yelled, louder above the sound of the rain pouring down from an oddly coloured sky.

Pedro's chest was heaving and he squinted towards the speck of dim light piercing through the darkened storm clouds above the mountains. A cascade of water fell from a canvaced pink and orange sky onto the land that shimmered above a distinct shade of purple.

We watched the distant, beautiful shower with a smile on our faces. "Purple rain." Pedro marvelled into the wet air and his jaw dropped when he watched a phenomenon he thought only existed in his favourite song.

I laughed with my entire heart and soul, jumping through the puddles. It was an incredible gift and he really deserved to see something as special as this.

Underneath the purple rain, Pedro walked over to me until he was standing up close, where finally, he cradled my face in his hands. His kiss was a shelter in the storm while the droplets cascaded down our faces but it was so tender it should have stopped the world from turning on its axis. Instead, our kiss blurred into an impressionist masterpiece.

~

Part 18

Translation notes:

(sp): Sí, vámanos - (eng): Yes, let's go

(sp): corazón - (eng): my heart/sweetheart

(sp): fiesta - (eng): party

(sp): Mama no me permiso a ver Star Wars - (eng) Mum won't allow me to watch Star Wars

(sp): Me preocupas ¿sabes? - (eng): You worry me, you know

(sp): ermita - (eng): chapel

(sp): ¿Verdad, hermano?" "Sí, hermanos para siempre." - (eng): "Right, brother?" "Yes, brothers forever."

(sp): Ella sabe que yo le voy a - (eng): She knows that I will obey her

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if you’re request are open; can you write some angst about frankie coming home to his girl after the mission? if you could include “you left me when i needed you” just give the ANGST ANGST ANGST

okay i’ll leave now 🏃‍♀️thank you ❤️

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: ANGST but with a silver lining (because I am a chicken and didn’t want it to end too badly)

A/N: This was very different for me to write but it was interesting.

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“There we go,” you said as you began feeding the baby. “All that fuss because you were hungry, huh?” You sighed and rocked slowly. “Every day you get more and more like your...father.” Tears filled your eyes but you tried your best to blink them away. You had cried enough these past few days. You hadn’t heard a word from him or about him since he left.

Since he left.

At first he had tried to lie about what he was really going to do but he knew he could never keep things from you too long. You could see into his very soul. So, he told you. He told you everything. And with every word your heart sank more and more.

South America. Drugs. Money. That was the gist of it. And it wasn’t so much that he was going to be flying (illegally), but the fact that he was leaving you alone with the baby that hadn’t even been here for two months yet.

“He won’t even notice I’m gone,” Frankie had said and it took everything in you not to slap him over the head. He told you he wouldn’t go if you had told him not to but the truth was he was already there in his head. He had been there ever since he mentioned it. You could tell.

It didn’t stop the fight from happening though. An argument like you have never had before.

“I’m coming back,” was the last thing he said before kissing your cheek then picking up the baby and kissing him. “For both of you. I promise you.”

That was a week ago.

Now you sat here with the baby in your arms not knowing if he’d ever see his father again. Or if you’d ever see your...your what? Were you two still together after everything.

You had put the baby in his crib once he had fallen asleep and you walked to the living room to sit in Frankie’s armchair. Your curled up into a little ball, holding the baby monitor, and fell asleep.

You woke to the sound of the door opening and a bag falling to the floor. You blinked a few times to focus then gasped when you realized. What now? you wondered. Do you run to him? Do you shout at him? You settled on just sitting there staring at him.

Minutes had passed before either of you said a word.

“You’re back,” you said quietly.

“Yeah.” He started walking but you looked down and he stopped to kick off his boots.

“You shaved,” you pointed out.

He touched his face and nodded. “Yeah...”

“You...you left when I needed you most,” you sobbed. He closed his eyes to the sound of your crying. “When we needed you.” You looked down at the baby monitor that was still in your hand.

“How is he?” he asked you.

“You would know if you had stayed,” you snapped.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please...I’m sorry...”

“So...where is it? Where is all this money you said you’d bring back for us?” You finally stood and spread your arms wide. “I don’t see anything but a man who looks so guilty, so ashamed, that he-”

“Stop!” he shouted and you jumped. “S-Sorry...just...please...I’m sorry.”

“Not as sorry as I am.”

“No...” He shook his head, eyes full of tears. “I’m so sorry. I failed,” he cried. “I have nothing. I am nothing. I’m sorry.” He fell to his knees in front of you and sobbed into his hands. You almost went to him. Just as you were about to, the baby began crying. You looked down at the monitor and Frankie sniffled quietly as he moved his hands away from his face. “My boy...”

“I got him,” you said before turning away.

“No...let me.” Frankie stood up then walked to the baby’s room slowly. You followed a few feet behind. He stood over the crib and cried quietly. “Hey, little guy.” He reached in and picked the baby up. “Mi hijo...” he said quietly. The sight of him holding his child, his son, brought tears to your eyes. “I’m so sorry.” He held his son against his chest and sobbed. “I hope you can forgive me one day.” When he said the words he was looking at you.

You smiled sadly before turning away and walking back to the living room. A few minutes later, Frankie joined you, sitting beside you silently. Without a word you sat back and waited. He slowly lowered his head onto your lap and closed his eyes with a sigh. It took a moment, but you finally let your fingers card through his hair.

“One day... because I love you,” you said then went quiet again.

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[mandoalorian]

Return of the Jedi [Max Lord x gn!Reader]

Summary: You and Alistair are heartbroken when you find out opening week tickets for Return of the Jedi have sold out. So Maxwell calls an old friend and organises a special surprise for his little family.

Warnings: food mention

Word count: 2000>

Author’s note: I received a request to write a Maxwell Lord x neurodivergent!Reader from @smoldjarin . They provided me with so much information in regards to autism, stimming, hyperfixations and more. I had so much joy writing this and I hope you find joy in reading it too. I couldn’t have done this without Melissa. I just hope I done it justice. (PS— I wanted to include Melissa’s love for Star Wars in this. I think we all, as Pedro stans, love Star Wars).

Maxwell wanted to pull his hair out. He had no idea what you and Alistair were yapping on about, but, evidently, it was something you both felt very passionate about. He’d seen you enthusiastic like this before, sure, but this was the first time he’d ever seen Alistair so hyped up. His brown eyes were gleaming as he hopped up and down.

“He literally said ‘I am your father!’ you laughed and Alistair let out a long groan.

“Yeah but he’s the bad guy! And the bad guys always lie,” Alistair explained — and that statement alone was enough to make Maxwell frown. ‘The bad guys always lie’ ... Ironic, to say the least. But, Alistair did make an excellent point. “I don’t trust him.”

You giggled and pulled Alistair into your lap. You’d never found it easy, touching people and being so close to them, but Alistair has grown to be an exception. He was like a son to you.

“Well, I suppose all will be revealed next week.” you told the ebony haired boy, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You and Alistair got along really well, and Maxwell couldn’t be more grateful, but it was the moments when you both babbled on about Star Wars that had him feeling the most clueless. Granted, he hadn’t found the chance to sit through the movies, but he wanted to because he knew how much it meant to you and his son.

He was also made blissfully aware that the third and final instalment of the trilogy was being released next week, because you and Ali couldn’t stop talking about it. Even in the moments when Alistair wasn’t there, you expressed your excitement to Maxwell. He found it endearing though. He loved it when you talked about your interests and current hyper-fixations. Which is why his heart broke when you read the Friday morning paper and found out all the tickets for opening week were sold out.

Max, despite having no interest in Star Wars, was devastated when he saw the look on your face. He especially didn’t want to be the person who had to break the bad news to Alistair.

“I was really looking forward to it.” You mumbled sadly, your eyes fixated on your cereal. You only had a little left to eat, but truthfully, you’d lost all appetite. These movies and this franchise meant the absolute world to you, and now no doubt you’d have the final movie spoiled for you at work or by the television.

“Oh darling,” Maxwell hummed, wrapping his strong arms around you and holding you tight. You relished in his warmth and found yourself getting lost in the comforting scent of his sweet musk cologne. “I know. And I’m sorry,” the silence between you both broke his heart. “Don’t worry honey, I’ll fix this.”

You weren’t sure how he could possibly fix this. There were simply no more seats available in the movie theatres. He couldn’t just spawn in more seats. What Maxwell Lord did have though, was power, influence and money— and when he put his mind to something, he was sure to get it done. You had never met anyone more determined than him.

He didn’t want to leave you that morning, but duty called and he had to go to work. You tried your hardest to push through the day, ignoring this morning’s revelation. You opted to meet up with a friend at the park, and got ice cream. But when you’re friend told you they’d got tickets, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. You deserved these tickets. It just wasn’t fair.

Maxwell was struggling to focus on his work too. He was running out of bright ideas, but he didn’t just want his statement from this morning to be another empty promise. He actually wanted to fix this. He’d do anything to make you and Alistair happy.

Then it struck him. If his life was a kids cartoon, an illuminated lightbulb would’ve popped above his head. He buzzed his assistant, Raquel, into his office.

“Mr. Lord?” she smiled, walking towards his pine wood desk. Maxwell combed his fingers through his golden locks of hair and looked up at the blonde girl.

“Do I know anyone who is in the uh— the new Star Wars movie?” He inquired.

Raquel was expecting some question about the latest oil numbers, or a request for more supplements — so to say she was taking aback by her boss’ query was an understatement.

She thought for a moment. “Well, Harrison Ford has been a long time investor for Black Gold. He attended last year’s charity gala. Do you remember?”

Of course Maxwell remembered. How could one forget about being in the presence of Hollywood A-Lister Harrison Ford? “Harrison’s in Star Wars?” Maxwell quizzed, trying to hide his piqued curiosity. “Bring me his number. I have to make a call.”

———

Maxwell was so excited to get home and share the good news with you and Alistair. You greeted him just as you normally did, with a loving embrace and a gentle kiss.

“How was your day sweetheart?” your boyfriend asked, smoothing out your hair.

You shrugged. “Fine I s’pose,” you told him. “How was work?”

Maxwell’s grin only grew. “Bring Alistair in.” he beamed.

You called for the boy who had been playing with his action figures in his bedroom. His mom had dropped him off about an hour before Maxwell got home. You and Ali snuggled into each other on the crushed velveteen sofa as Maxwell paced backwards and forwards. It wasn’t nervous pacing though, he was bubbling with anticipation.

“I hope you’re all excited for tomorrow night,” Maxwell began, before flashing three pristine Return of the Jedi tickets before yours and Alistair’s eyes. “Because I met with my good friend Han Solo for lunch and he has given us access to a private screening on Sunday night. So we get to see the movie before the rest of the world.”

You felt like you were in a dream. He’d done it. He’d actually fixed it. You didn’t know how and you knew better than to question him, but it didn’t matter because he somehow managed to fix this and it was all to you and Alistair. You’d found it so hard to find someone who loved you for you, who didn’t mind your stims and who encouraged your hyperfixations. But Maxwell was that man and you couldn’t believe how lucky you had gotten.

Alistair bounced up and jumped on his dad, almost knocking him over in the process. Maxwell wrapped his arms around the six year old and picked him up.

“Daddy! Thank you thank you thank you!” he squealed, unable to contain his ecstatic grin. “I had no idea you were friends with Han Solo!”

Maxwell smiled. “Oh yeah, me and Han go way back. I used to co pilot with him on the—“ Maxwell paused for a second as he tried to recall what Harrison told him. He had to get this right. “—Millennium Falcon?”

Both yours and Alistair’s jaw dropped. Gods, he was good at this. Maxwell may have been a brilliant businessman but he was an even better father.

“Does that mean you know Luke and Leia too?” Alistair asked.

“Oh yes.” Maxwell nodded, despite having no idea who Luke and Leia were.

“And Chewbacca?”

Chewbacca? Maxwell thought. What kind of name was that? Never the less he smiled and nodded. “Absolutely.”

“And Artoo and Threepio?”

Maxwell blinked. “Yep.” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Wow daddy,” Alistair hummed, snuggling into his dad’s chest. “I’m so excited.”

Maxwell dropped Alistair the ground and kneeled to his level. “You should put on your jammies and have an early night. That way, tomorrow will come around quicker.”

“Okay!” Alistair agreed enthusiastically before running back into his bedroom.

“And remember Ali!” Maxwell called. He cleared his throat and pointed his finger. “I am your father.”

That was it. That was the last straw. You’d tried your hardest to hold back your laughter as Max humoured his son, but seeing your boyfriend do a Darth Vader impression was something else.

Max sighed and sat down next to you, pulling your body into his lap. “I love you so much, my dear.”

You grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you too. I can’t believe you did all of this.” you revealed.

“I always keep my promises.” he replied with the most genuine smile.

———

The movie was a success, and even Maxwell enjoyed it, which was very unexpected.

“I can’t believe Darth Vader was telling the truth,” Alistair sighed, exasperated. It had been a long day for sure, and his cheeks were still rosy with excitement. “I’m so glad Darth Vader isn’t my dad.”

Maxwell tutted.

“But he turned good in the end,” You smiled, taking Ali’s hand. “He saw what truly mattered. He had to save his son.”

Yeah, the parallels between Vader and Luke and Maxwell and Alistair were interesting to say the least.

“Daddy, who was your favourite character?” Alistair asked.

Maxwell thought for a moment. “I liked that guy in the green armour, he was cool. He sorta reminds me of, well, me.”

“Boba Fett?” Alistair quirked an eyebrow. “Oh daddy, no one is as cool as Boba Fett.”

Maxwell feigned a gasp. “Not even your old

man?”

Alistair giggled and rolled his eyes. “I liked the Ewok!” he announced and then tugged on your hand. “Who did you like?”

“I like Leia,” you beamed. “She’s strong and beautiful...”

“Just like you.” Maxwell whispered, brushing his

lips against yours.

The night came to an end and you couldn’t have been happier. As you lay in bed, you thanked Maxwell for all he had done. He was truly the best boyfriend in the world. He loved you so much, and he swore in that moment, as you fell asleep in his arms, that the next promise he’d make would be a promise to himself.

He was going to marry you.

———

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[witchlyboo]

Definitely, maybe.

Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five

Summary: A costume designer tries to explain her crazy university years and past relationships to her 11 years old son.

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

Serie warnings: SMUT, angst, age gap, mention of drugs, violence, blood, a lot of misspellings (sorry) and if you’re underage get the fuck out of here, thnx 💕

a/n: Hey, I write this because I want to improve my English skills which is obviously not my first language and because, u know, quarantine. It’s based in the film with the same name but believe me, the story is totally different. The girl in the image that I poorly edited is white and skinny but there’s not other references to it, this fic is friendly with any size and color skin.

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“It’s ok if you’re a slut mom, it's not a big deal.” You almost crash the car at the sound of the voice of your son using that word, it’s not unusual on a kid of that age, but it still sounds horrible, it’s the first time that you hear him curse and doesn't feel good at all.

Everyone with eyes could notice, you are not a regular mom, mainly for the bright short pink hair that you have had since you were fifteen, if you’d say that you were born with it, many would actually believe it. Of course, you say bad words in front of your kid, even explain to him the meaning and why he shouldn’t use them but it is ok for you to do it, he is as smart and mature as you wish you would be.

“Who the fuck taught you that word?” You said in a concerned voice, using the irony to cool your perturbation. That is a word that shames women, he couldn’t hear it from you, you never use it, doesn’t matter how much you want to.

“Michael said it in class, I didn’t know it was a bad word, sorry mom.” You looked at him through the rearview and give him a soft smile; he is the kindest, sweetest kid you ever met, and it is really great news because at pregnancy you were afraid of not like your own kid and have to deal with him for the rest of your life. But you are in love with him, and you knew, at the moment you saw him for the first time, that everyone else will be inferior next to him.

“Well, it is, and Michael is an asshole, so don’t hear anything that came of that dirty mouth, we don’t insult women for having an active sexual life, ok?” You asked arriving at home and parking, feeling pressed to distract the kid of all the questions he has about your romantic life, you could talk about sex with him but there’s no need to humiliate yourself about your unsuccessful love attempts.

“Ok, I just want to know how you and daddy met, he said that he competed with other guys, was it like a game?” You got out of the car and go to the backseat to help him but he was already out, sometimes you forget he isn’t that small anymore.

“First of all, your dad is an asshole too, second, there wasn’t any kind of competition, I was dating a lot... no, a few guys at that time, because I was young, single and had a less complicated life, that’s the whole story.” You entered the building holding his hand, as usual, you couldn’t imagine your life anymore not doing it, it feels like the right thing to do, like putting the cereal before the milk.

“Who were they, you met them at college too?” The little boy presses the elevator button and looks at you without blinking. You sighed exasperated and look everywhere but him, you know your kid too good to know that he isn’t close to leaving the topic.

“Evan...”

“Just tell me how many they were.”

“Fine! Jeez.” You tried your best to not look like you were mentally counting because that is exactly what you were doing “Five.”

“Including dad?” He asked with authentic curiosity while you were waiting in the elevator.

“You know what? I worked so hard to make of this relationship a no judgment place and to be honest, I’m feeling judged.” You responded feeling nervous for no special reason, you has been avoiding those memories for a long time and now the simple siluettes of them are making your heart pound with force.

“I just want to know what went wrong between you and dad.” The separation happened six months ago but Evan couldn’t get over it yet, he was trying his hardest to fix whatever was broken between both of you; maybe it is your fault for never argue in front of him or showing any kind of distance, you tried to look like a happy couple until the very end, and of course, the notice took him by surprise.

“You know what went wrong, I’m too cool for your dad, and you better watch out or I’ll decide that I’m too cool for you too.” Entering to the apartment you made your way to the kitchen, opening the freezer and pretending to look for food but you and Evan knew that pizza would be the choice, you never cook on mondays.

“Mamá.” The way he sounded so grown up gave you chills, you never hide anything from him, and just felt wrong to start doing it right now. You looked at him and bite your cheek, for some reason just think about remember all of your ex lovers an put them on the table is terrifying you, you haven’t think of it in years and now your kid is obligating you to put your life in perspective. Maybe you don’t like him that much after all.

“Sometimes people doesn’t want to be together anymore and it’s no one’s fault, it’s not your fault, you know that, right?” You walk to him and hug him giving soft kisses in his head, smelling the scent of his hair and for a moment forgetting every bad moment you had on your life. There’s still some of that baby essence in him, you’ll hold onto that smell until the very end.

“Yeah, but I still want to know who are they, do you keep touch with them?” He insisted not even aware of the cute mother-son moment you were having.

“Ugh!” You softly pushed him away from you dramatically and let yourself fell on the couch, you know that you already lost that battle. ”I don’t want you to have the wrong idea of this, your dad and I broke up because we weren’t happy together anymore, and now that we are separated we can enjoy our life and you at the same time, there’s nothing to fix.”

“Ok, but you told me that you had me by accident.” He started saying standing in front of you with his hands on his hips and decision in his eyes.

“Thing that I regret saying everyday.” You interrupted with a whisper.

“So what if your happy ever after isn’t my dad and is one of those guys?” He finalizes sitting next to you. You looked at him with no expression, you already knew the answer of that, but didn’t say anything, it is too bad for him to know that he wasn’t planned, it would be worst hearing that his father wasn’t your first option.

“Why do you care that much? It happened a long time ago, I don’t even know where those guys are now.” You fix his hair softly and cup his face, lying, clearly.

“I just want you to be happy, and I know you are happy with me, and I know that you don’t need anyone else, and I also know that you and dad won’t get back together, i just want to know how you fell in love with him and who the other ones are so I can understand better why you stop loving each other.” You were speechless, couldn’t think any response to that, he was manipulating you and you noticed but didn’t care, you never could deny something to him, and today is not the exception.

“Ok, I’m going to tell you everything, but if we’re doing this, we’re doing it in my way, that means that I’m not telling you who your dad is, I’m changing names, jobs, and I’m censuring the most of it because you’re underage, you order pizza and there’s no way I’m doing this completely sober.” You finished as you opened the freezer again, this time looking for wine, Evan jumped happily and goes for the phone.

“Everything started with Logan...”

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Soy Sol: Chapter 5 (Lighting Up in a Rainy Town)

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Luna and Matteo stunned by the announcement stare at each other with worry and unease. “What do you mean the Jam and Roller is shutting down?!” Luna blurted out right before Simón and Ámbar came rushing in. “Ok I think this is all a misunderstanding everybody. You see the Jam and Roller isn’t shutting down, here’s just a…. guy who does finances and is just checking up on the place. I think what he meant to say was that the Jam and Roller will shut down if nothing is kept in order with the payments, which it obviously has been cause I have my binder with all the receipts in them. So, no need to panic alright; everything is ok,” Ámbar announced to the gang pulling the man with the suit, who now has a confused expression on his face.

A wave of uncertainty is felt in the room. “Luna I’m worried this doesn’t add up right. The guy never mentioned any of those reasons. He said he came to do the final paperwork cause the Jam and Roller is closing,” Nina whispered to Luna. “You’re right Nina, this doesn’t add up. I think it’s time for Watson and Holmes to get on the case.” Luna and Nina each give each other a smirk cause the dynamic duo is back into investigating on a new mystery.

Matteo grabs Luna’s hand, takes her away from Nina, and pulls her out the door. “Where are you taking me, Chico Fresa?” Luna asked curiously. “Remember I told you I had a surprise. Well, it’s in the car.” Matteo and Luna walk to his car and stop at the Black Lamborghini in the parking lot. He opens the trunk and reveals a pair of shiny new skates. The pair is glittery pink and are laid on top of their box. Luna gasped at the thoughtful present Matteo displayed to her. “Matteo I... I…. I LOVE IT,” Luna exclaimed before running up to Matteo and giving him a bear hug. “And that’s not even the best part. The wheels light up. I purposely got this cause your Luna and Sol. Eres la luna y brillas como el sol. You’re Luna (Moon) and you shine like the sun. So, whenever you roller skate, the glitter will shimmer while the wheels light up just like you. Te quiero Chica delivery. I love you,” Matteo professed to Luna. Luna was in awe of Matteo’s gift and how he still remembers the exact same words he told her right before he kissed her at the Sky Concert. As tears were slowly falling on her cheek, she gave another hug to Matteo right before he kissed her.

Ámbar flips through the multitude of pages in her binder as the guy in a suit looks at her with a stern look in his face. “Sorry sir but are you sure we can’t wait any longer. Maybe we can still negotiate a deal with Vidia.” The guy immediately shakes his head and states, “I’m sorry but that’s not possible. Vidia doesn’t want to be a part of the Jam and Roller anymore, they have other ideas in mind for the future and those ideas do not include this place.” Simón holds Ámbar’s hand when he notices her teary eyed as she puts her other hand over her face in disbelief. “Look I’m sorry Ms. Smith but the deal is done. The Jam and Roller is now in the market to be purchased,” the guy responds to Ámbar. She swiftly looks up. “Mr. Tobias, What do you mean the Jam and Roller is up for sale? I thought Mr. Trabeck was going to buy it to turn it into a club and bar. Also, you can call me Mrs. Álvarez from now on.” Simón and Ámbar glance and give a smile to each other.

Mr. Tobias thinks for a second and replies, “Mr. Trabeck pulled out his offer and decided not to purchase this place so it’s currently up for sale.” Ámbar and Simón immediately look at each other with hope in their eyes. Yeah, the Jam and Roller is being sold but maybe, just maybe, the owner can preserve its originality and keep it the way it is.

Luna dashes inside with her new roller skates in hand. Nina notices and approaches her. “Luna are those new skates? They look beautiful!” Nina compliments. “Thank you, Nina. Matteo bought them for me! I’m so happy right now. He got me specific ones just for me and the words that he told me inside reassured my trust for him. I love him and he loves me. Ooh I can’t wait to try them on. I’m planning to head to the rink right now and skate in them so I can easily break them in and get well acclimated,” Luna stated to Nina with exhilaration in her voice. “Alright than I’ll leave you to it. See you later Luna. It’s getting late and I want to go home quickly so I can read the book that’s been waiting for me!” Nina gives Luna a hug and heads towards the exit as Luna runs to the rink with her new pair of roller skates in hand.

“Jim, I think we should go back to school so we can finish packing up our things to bring them back to our apartment,” Yam said to Jim. “Really…. Can we please stay a little while cause I’ve been dying to skate.” Yam shook her head in response to Jim and replied, “We shouldn’t, the quicker we get it done the quicker we can come back to roller skate tomorrow.” Jim nodded in agreement. “I can drive you guys back since I’m also going to head out,” Ramiro stated. The three amigos (friends) headed out the door.

As Matteo closes the trunk of his car, he notices at the corner of his eye Gastón walking towards him. “Hola Matteo. Wow nice car, didn’t know my buddy was already going to spend some of the cash he earned from his big sold-out tour.” Matteo laughed at Gastón’s compliment. “Originally I wasn’t planning on it, but I decided to treat myself after seeing how huge of a success the tour became to be,” Matteo boasted with excitement on his face. “Makes since, you totally deserve it.” Gastón than showed a worried look on his face. “Que te pasa? What’s the matter,” Matteo asked. “The thing is Nina got a call from Eric today. She’s planning to meet up with him tomorrow morning. She said they’re only friends, but I know Eric. He’s probably still heartbroken that Nina broke up with him. What if he tries to get her back? What if he's still not over her and tries to steal her away from me? This is not good! I should’ve told Nina that was a bad idea for her to agree to have a meeting with Eric,” Gastón pondered right before freaking out.

Matteo looked at his distraught friend. “Don’t worry too much about it. Remember Nina broke up with Eric because she didn’t have feelings for him in the first place. She’s always been in love with you. If your still super worried about her than… maybe… spy on them. See how the date goes,” Matteo suggests. “Spy on them? Heck no I’m not going to do that. What if she catches me,” Gastón immediately rejecting the idea. “If you do it right, she won’t find out. I once spied on Luna when she did that music video for Sebastian Villalobos and she never caught me. Trust me bro you’ll be fine.” Matteo’s advice calmed Gastón down as he contemplated on whether or not he should spy on Nina.

The phone in Matteo’s pocket starts ringing. Matteo picks it up. “Yes hello…. Oh hi Viviana…. Yeah I’m a little busy does it have to be right now…. Alright fine I’m on my way.” Matteo hangs up the phone and says goodbye to Gastón. “It seems like I have to go. Viviana apparently needs help with this song. I can’t reveal much other than the fact that she wants to release a collaboration soon. Rafael thinks it’s a great idea, so I have to help her,” Matteo revealed to Gaston. “Like I said before, I think Viviana is bad news and you should try to stay away from her as much as possible. I understand that your manager keeps pushing for you too to hang out more frequently but don’t trust her,” Gaston advised Matteo. “It’s ok. She means no harm and I only see her as a friend. Plus, now that my tour is over, I can finally hang out more with Luna.” Nina comes running to Gaston. “I’m ready mi amor.” Gastón and Nina say goodbye to Matteo as they all head to their cars and leave the parking lot.

Simón enters the rink and sees Luna skating with light up, shimmery roller skates. “Hola Luna! Love the skates. They finally glow just like you,” Simón cheered to Luna. She skates towards Simón and gives him a hug. “Oh, Simón I am just so in love with these skates! I won’t lie I still prefer my other ones, the pink and orange ones since I have so many memories with those, but I don’t know these new ones give me hope. Maybe someday the Roller team can get back together. I know we’re all very busy but who knows! It is the summer, and anything can happen,” Luna bubbled to Simón. Simón scratches his head and swallows hard. He feels bad keeping a very important secret from Luna but doesn’t want to break her heart. He knows how much the place means to her and doesn’t want to bring her down. “You never know Luna. Maybe Juliana comes back, or maybe when we have time, we can enter a competition,” Simòn swallows hard. “Oooh that would be incredible Simón. Truly a dream come true, but I guess I have to wait to see everyone’s decision, but I will propose it to them. Hopefully they say yes,” Luna gushed. “You never know.”

Pedro comes walking in with Delfi. “Simón, it’s getting late and me and Delfi are really tired. We just came back to say goodnight and don’t forget to lock up,” Pedro reminded Simón. “Yes of course Pedro. Buenas noches! Goodnight,” Simón replied. Everybody told each other goodnight and left the rink. Simón heads over to Ámbar in the cafeteria while Luna heads to the lockers to grab her stuff.

Simón sits down over to where Ámbar’s table is at and talk about the Jam and Roller. “Mi amor I don’t know whether to feel hopeful or worried that the Jam and Roller is for sale on the market. What if someone buys it to only remodel the place and get rid of the rink? Keeping this secret is just too much for me knowing how much this place means to all of our friends.” Ámbar holds Simón’s hand after admitting what’s been worrying her. “I know exactly how you feel but hopefully someone does buy it to keep it the way it is and don’t shut this place down. We just need to keep having hope and faith alright.” Simón caresses Ámbar’s face and hugs her as she lays her head on his shoulders. Little did they know Nina had entered and overheard their conversation.

Nina secretly sprints to the lockers to get her journal and sees Luna there. “Luna you would not believe what I just heard. So Simón and Ámbar were talking and apparently the Jam and Roller is up for sale and they may shut it down!” A terrified look is plastered on Luna’s face hearing Nina’s big news.

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