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daughter of tiger. mother of tiger
#my art#do not copy trace or steal#tawnypelt#warriors#warrior cats#wc art#WE WERE ROBBED OF HER LEADING SHADOWCLAN im gonna be honest im not as up to date with wc happenings#delighted to see her become deputy . is she still deputy im having a hard time figuring out but if i dig *now* i wont be posting art#also!! im receiving everyones requests fine!! im starting to get a little bit of performance anxiety and i dont want it to spiral into#burnout so im gonna space the requests out but i do intend to get one a day!! i havent been this consistently active in a long time#but i am glad u guys are liking what ive been making lately!! <3 it means a lot
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the venus mcflytrap G3 doll is so pretty i need her.... i just finally broke down and got draculaura and now i regret not getting venus when i saw her on the shelves at work... we haven't had her since
#i really like abby's G3 doll also#ive been brooding cus im still pissed i didnt get the chucky & tiffany dolls#alas#also i dont have room for them... i just left draculaura in the box she was delivered in lol#the last figure i got (edward from fma) is still in the delivery box too lmfao#sigh! let me not think too much about it or i'll start spiraling#really wish i had my own space
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I don't know why I'm bothering to look at places to rent, the prices make me scream.
#about me#idk i think the comment my mum said the other day when i told her my friends engagement got me down the spiral#im nearly 30 and ive never moved out / never been on a date etc#im grateful i live on a farm and the farm house is big enough for personal space#but everywhere in manchester is so expensive and the places not expensive are in shitty areas#with high crime rates#welcome to the north of england#everything sucks
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fuck this stupid baka life
#i feel like ive been in a downward spiral since the anxiety attack in joensuu#now im feeling like worthless piece of shit who i just waste of resources and space and im angry at myself that i am the way i am#and that im still somehow alive and just causing misery to everyone close to me#fuck#personal#im gonna watch some horror movies and i wanna drink
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arrived at plant place b4 they open lol
#logbook#its raining i thought it'd take longer. .thats ok tho#so im just making lists of what i'm bringing over to abc's to leave. .#ive got a desk i'll never fit at rents now. mugs and tea. potentially my stereo set and vinyls??#also plants. .for sure it will be a plant and music vibe space.#need a nice chair for it#and maybe one of my rugs even tho its carpet lol#i may bring my plant shelf over. or i'll find one somewhere else#havent decided yet. .i have shelves at home so.#home with rents*#there sure are several ppl walking IN with plants b4 it opens lol#yeah idk. ive just been having a good weekend.#yesterday 🦜 and i went and visited 🌼 at work and got him a pot and syngonium for his sister#ikkkkk we started drama bc he and i walked arm in arm and leaned on each other and passed a drink back and forth#meanwhile 🌼 is going hey this is 🦜 my husband lmao.#someone was like??? ian youre working? and i was like nah i drove 🦜 here for a gift and it blew at least 3 ppls minds lol#we're all enjoying causing the drama pool to spiral lol
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why not mewhynot me whynotme whynotMEwhy Not Mewhy not me whynot me whynotme Whynot me WHYNOTME why not me. why not me
#irls please dont read this. sorry#im so overwhelmed rn. and i fucking feel like im going to die#like yes we all know im soooo unlovable that nothing new but god. i just want to be intimate and have someone be my safe space again#i KNOW its unhealthy and its not like its ever gonna happen again. but its all i can fucking dream of#i wwnt to be all someone thinks about just like how i always think about them. maybe i just want to be equals in a relationship. because#CLEARLY my last relationship i was the only one feeling anything!! and CLEARLY I PUT ALL THE FUCKING WORK IN AND I LOVED SO HARD. AND#IT WASNT EGEN AN UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP IT WAS THE HEALTHIEST ONE IVE EVER BEEN IN. BUT IM STILL TOO MUCH 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂#even now i cant think about that too much because i literally think were soulmates. and its Too Upsetting to think about that#when she broke up with me and said ‘i had a lot of fun with you’. we dated for 11 months. you met my family. donyou know how mucch ghat#CRUSHED me#i was doing so well. and i was having healthy relationship thoughts! and i was telling myself that i was just insecure those last few weeks.#and then i fucking spiraled OF COURSE I SPIRALLED.#hahahahahaha im not even talking about the other thing i think ill really kill myself if i think out that at all#whatever i dont even have time to be having a breakdown right now!! haha hahahaah i literally cant imagine making it to the end of this week#jace.txt
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There are certain things i am not equipped to handle and im trying so hard to calm myself but of course the second i start feeling ok again i get another message that i cannot fucking handle and i am tired of having to tell someone i love that i cannot help them rn like i am going to explode if one more person tries to message me tonight
#how to hack the world so that people shut up and give me space#like i know i should be there for them but literally just the bare minimum of what ive been made aware of today is making me spiral#they dont seem to understand that i simply cannot fucking process this information let alone help them with it#and on top of that im ALREADY low on my social meter like i do not need to be put in charge of your well being rn!!#im already having a hard time!!!#i have souch anxiety rn and im like dealing with anger problems#because when i cant process something i just get mad#i feel sick like i just want to sleep man why are you messaging me after ive already said googdnight thats ultimate conversation ender#go to sleep please for the both of us#end rant ok bye#vent#vent post
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I wanna look at more Wx fanart and stuff but like man I can't stop feeling kinda uncomfortable whenever ppl refer to their human design as Woodrow. Like I feel like I might just be being too sensitive, but even with the hc that it used to be their name when they were human it just kinda. Feels like deadnaming to me? I know they're not referring to present Wx so I guess it's not completely deadnaming, but idk it just makes me kind of uncomfortable especially because theyre canonically nonbinary
#rat rambles#like ofc we have no reason to believe that the name woodrow presently has any canon connection to wx and only some reason to believe it#might have used to so like in a technical sense its not deadnaming just hc#but within the space of the hc it treads that line more to me and again I know its not that deep but like Im a hashtag nonbinary thing#who uses it/its pronouns so it just sort of rubs me the wrong way more than I think it should due to personal reasons#plus wx-78 is such a sick ass name to more or less chose for yourself (its unclear if they made it but they choose to use it still so)#dont get me wrong tho ppl are still fucking weird towards them in unquestionably transphobic ways too#also dont think yall are sly treating them as basically a man this is directed at ppl who make wx shipping content especially#anyways sorry for forcing yall to catch glimpses of my dont starve spiral Ive been having shdjhdjdyjd
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this third cup of coffee is gonna cure everything I just know it
#not thriving!!!!!#i have absolutely nothing that is just mine and its driving me insane#just dumb shit like no specifically Me space in this apartment#my markers are no longer my markers#my desk is no longer my desk#my cutting board that i took from my moms stuff? that too!!!!+#and ive been talking to my partner about this whole new spiritual/mental journey im trying and how great its been#and hes been exploring something similar#which is great yay good for us support#but at some point he said 'so we are on the right track' and i just.... its MY thing man#and now its not even fun anymore#nothing is fun and nothing makes me happy#almost every recent music spiral just makes me angry?????#IDK WHY i like it all still but i just#have no clue who i am as a person#and without anything mentally or spatially thats just for me. I don't know how to figure it out#also im leaving my job in may and its the only thing ive ever done and ever worked toward#and i am getting real fucked up over that even though it was my decision#ive lost every trace of who i thought i was
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>_<
#fym as a joke???#ive been spiralling for fucking hours#is it so fucking hard to find someone that actually cares about me?? that will actually choose me?????#apparently#whatever#i dont even have space on my thigh to fucking relapse#and i cant do it on my arms#fuck#why the hell would you even pretend to care if you never meant it#whateverrr
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#vent#kinda#im not in a good mental space like at all#hyperfixation is quite literally the only seratonin boost ive been getting for like two months straight#if i look away from my phone/ipad/any distraction really im immediately in my head and spiralling#and i cant afford therapy and all my friends are always busy working because ✨capitalism✨ and they need the money#cuz were all broke bitches becuz ✨ capitalism✨#idk#i think im gonna head over to my vent account probably end up rapidly hopping between this account and my vent one#cheese thoughts
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im so worthless. if i died now id get a sneeze
#i feek so guilty i cant beliebe i sctuslly take up space. how dare i bro#Lol#timr to spiral entrietly alone#<333#thats thr funny part i guess. its never not been miserable. ever since i turned 13 ive never been okay. i hope i die#maybe i should just say fuck it and drink and do drugs again lmao. im not good ebough for snything else. not good enough for anyone or#anything#ha#hahahh..#when i dont text they ask me where i am but all i can say is im sorry. im sorry i cant be a person anymore. im sorry#that im never there. its okay if you stop loving me. imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry im sorry for ever cursinf you to know me#im sorry im sorry im sorry
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my mom just asked me if i want to go to a pride event with a family friend. y’all mission compromised. i think they’re onto me.
#me: constantly insinuating that i don’t want a boyfriend and rolling with jokes about being gay#also me when my family members catch on: >:0#bee post#this is like 3 days after i THINK my grandma was giving me space to come out to her by talking abt how my cousin came out#YOU KNOW I WOULD COME OUT BUT IVE JUST BEEN SPIRALED INTO ANOTHER ROUND OF QUESTIONING SO LIKE.
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Soothe & Sleep
summary: miguel always comes home to soothe your aches.
pairing: afab!reader x miguel o’hara
contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, soft!miguel, kissing, biting, cockwarming, unprotected sex
wc: 1.3k
an: this was literally just an excuse to write cockwarming with miguel. not beta’d and barely proofread as i JUST wrote this like an hour ago lmao. might be ooc as ive only seen the movie once. in honor of Father’s Day for our favorite dilf 🥰
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You’re always needy when Miguel walks through the door. Sometimes there are days and days of missing him, short bits of contact here and there as he traipses through the multiverse, but none of that compares to having him standing and breathing right in front of you.
You know that he’s exhausted by the time he makes it home— and you’ve tried to quell your neediness, to show him you’re happy he’s home without latching yourself to him the moment he comes through the door. There’s something about him, about the love that you two share that makes moments away from him feel like an eternity, even if he’s gone just for a few hours. But, he never fails to come home to you and make you feel like he never left.
When he makes it home this time, you’re sprawled out on the couch, eyes fixed on a herd of meerkats that are trying to make it to a watering hole. The sound of a key in the door makes a smile spread across your face, but you keep your eyes on the screen, invested.
“They survived the jackals?” He calls from the door over the sound of him shedding his suit.
You pause the show, turning around to perch your head on the back of the couch. It gives you the perfect view of him sliding into a pair of boxers that he keeps in the foyer closet. “They survived the jackals two weeks ago.”
He sighs, closing the space between you so that he can cup your face in his large hands, “I’m missing too much, it sounds like you need to stop watching this without me.”
“Or, you could just stop going away,” You tease, raising up on your knees to press your mouth to his.
“If I could stay home with you, I would, amor,” He says longingly between kisses. He deepens the kiss, keeping you from responding to his rebuttal. The last thing he wants it’s to send you into one of your spirals, not when all he wants to do is show you how much he missed you.
Miguel’s hands trail down your body, slowly and softly. His fingers brush against your collar bones, the swell of your breast before taking their place at your hips and lifting you off the couch. You groan into his mouth— the way that he man handles you never fails to have arousal stretching through your entire body. Your hands raise to his hair, tilting his head back so that you can lick more deeply into his mouth, tracing over the points of his fangs.
He gets your legs wrapped around his waist, and walks around to the front of the couch, sitting you both down. Perched in his lap like this, he can grind you down against his clothed cock, which has been growing harder and harder since you kissed him.
You’re content to stay like this until the two of you lull into sleep. Sometimes he’s too tired to go any further than this, but that’s just fine. As long as you get to feel him, to taste him, to be completely surrounded by him after being apart for the last week. The way you miss each other shows— the kisses and grinding and groping grows frantic and rushed. Your skin is unbearably hot, seemingly only cooled by his hands or mouth. Only Miguel can soothe your aches, whether they sit in between your legs or in your heart.
“Need to be inside you,” He mumbles against your skin, biting down gently as his hands easily tear through your shorts and underwear with no warning.
“Miguel,” You breathe in surprise, pulling back an inch to look into his eyes.
“Let’s get you wet enough for me, cariño,” He takes two fingers and rubs them against your clit at a steady pace, licking and sucking at the bite mark left behind by his teeth.
In less than a minute you completely coat his fingers in slick, whimpers and moans spilling out of you at an increasing rate. He presses his fingers into your mouth and you lap at them eagerly as he removes his boxers and lifts you, lining himself up with you.
“I missed you, so fuckin’ much,” He sighs, head tilting back as you take every single inch of him. You’re hot and wet, gripping him so tight that it takes effort to breathe. His chest heaves, head swimming with everything you.
“Missed you,” You whine softly, tucking your face into his neck. He’s deep, it’s almost as if you can feel him in your lungs, taking up all the space inside of you— something you’d happily let him do.
“I know you did, needy baby,” He teases breathily, pressing several kisses to the side of your head as he rotates his hips.
The slow grind makes your breath catch, and you grow needy for more, wanting to build the pleasure that’s festering inside of you. You try to move your hips, to ride him properly but his hold on you tightens, tongue clicking in admonishment.
His lips fall to your ear, his voice firm and commanding, “I want you just like this. Can you feel how deep I am?”
“Mhmm,” You agree easily, though it takes much more effort than you let on to still your hips again.
“I want you to sit still, need to see if I can make you cum just from sitting with my cock inside you. You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” He knows that there’s no need for him to ask, but he wants to hear you say it.
“So good, I’ll be so good for you, I promise,” You answer immediately.
Miguel makes a soft approving sound in the back of his throat before using a hand to grasp the nape of your neck, pulling you back so that he can see your face. He grins down at you, noticing the cock drunk look in your eyes. He loves you in all states, even when you’re cranky or fed up with him for the day, but this is one of his favorites.
His fingers return to your clit and his hips move side to side in the softest, steadiest rhythm you’ve ever felt. It almost drives you mad, the teasing feeling of him inside of you with such tame relief. But then you feel something building inside of you, the pleasure sneaking up on you so quickly that you hardly have to prepare for what is unknowingly your first orgasm of the night.
“There you go, look at you. Cumming for me just from sitting here. You’re so easy for me, aren’t you?” He asks, in a soft condescending tone.
All you can do is whimper, and he kisses you as deep as he is inside of you. If this were anyone else you’d have the mind to protest, but when it’s Miguel talking to you like this you know that there’s nothing but love and adoration— wonder even in the way you submit to him.
Over and over, Miguel makes you cum on his cock until he can no longer take it, groaning loudly as he spills inside of you. You pleasantly shiver at the hot feeling of him filling you up, pressing your face further into the crook of his neck as you yawn. You’ve grown sleepy from the late hour and the draining feeling of your repeated releases, unsure of how much time has passed.
He kisses your temple and adjusts so that you both lay on the couch, though he doesn’t withdraw, pressing his hand on your back to pivot your hips and keep himself deep inside of you.
“Sleep, baby, I’ve got you,” He croons into your ear.
Falling asleep with him like this feels like a waking dream and you slip peacefully into sleep, breathing in his scent. You hope that your dreams will be of him, and just as sweet as this.
let me know if you’d like to be tagged in miguel stuff!
tagging some folks who might be interested (let me know if you want me to not!): @campingwiththecharmings, @stargazingcarol, @soft-persephone, @k-ra
#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara x afab!reader#miguel o’hara fanfiction#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara fic#atsv fanfiction#not sfw#arson writes
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Hey I saw your prompts and that your requests are open? Could I get the “you are just so handsome” prompt with Megumi?
[ 2.56am ]
📂 megumi fushiguro x reader . fluff , reader is called darling , gumi just wants kisses , (characters aged up but not mentioned) . (inspo — prompt 18: “you are just so handsome”)
a/n kinda a rushed writing job , and ive been in a sort of writing block/slump . please like , reblog , comment !
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shoes scuff along the floors of the hall, megumi being too exhausted to bother lifting his feet as he approached your door. with his head hung low, hair falling into his hooded eyes, and sleep threatening to overcome, he gently brings his knuckles against the wood.
your movements are muffled as you bring yourself closer to the door, where you knew your boyfriend would be waiting—exhausted and desperate to be held.
“hey gumi,” you whisper softly. he grunts beneath his breath as he falls into your hold, arms tightly wrapping your waist, bringing your body as flushed against his as possible. he mutters soft greetings into your neck, which become mumbles of nonsense as he presses gentle kisses to the skin. “you’re kinda smelly,” you sigh, one hand ruffling through his hair as the other rubs soothingly along the span of his back.
another mess of indecipherable words are muttered against the skin of your neck, the raven-haired boys grip growing tighter as he stumbles a few feet deeper into your room—the back of your knees hit the edge of your mattress before megumi shoves you down into the comforter. his body immediately falling into the space next to yours, an arm snaking its self around your waist yet again—the boy was desperate for your warmth and comfort.
“gumi, love. go wash up,” your words tickle his lips, your minty breath drawing him closer. “gumi,” you grin as his lips brush yours.
“one kiss and i’ll go,” you sigh. as if you were against the idea of kissing your boyfriend.
“one kiss and then you go clean up,” he nods—eyes slipping shut as he leans in, capturing your lips in his.
his lips are a bit cracked, but you knew the hell he practically just went through, so you’d cut him some slack for his dry kiss. “okay, go on.” he groans as you pull your lips from his. “you promised.”
“I did no such thing,” he pouts.
“no, don’t make that face. you’re hurting my heart,” you lay flat onto your back—hands coming to cover your face, mostly to hide the lovesick look spread across your features.
“a quick shower, that’s it. and then I want to kiss you until i fall asleep,” his weight lifts from the bed and you peak from between your fingers. he’s hovering above you, an eyebrow raised.
“all the kisses you could ever want,” your words send him rushing to the shower, a giggle shaking you as you watch him disappear behind the bathroom door.
while he’s in the shower you search through your closet, finding a pair of sweats and a t-shirt you had stolen from your boyfriend long ago. setting them on the end of the bed, along with a pair of boxers he had left—specifically for moments like this.
as megumi slips from the steamed bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, he’s greeted with your soft, angel-like snores. slipping on the clothes you had set out for him, a simple action that continuously melted his heart—sent the butterflies in his stomach into spirals, he approached his side of the bed. peeling back the covers he crawled in next to you, arms looping around you, pulling you to his chest—where you belonged.
“gumi,” you mutter, fist balling his t-shirt.
“im here, darling.”
“im glad,” he grins down at you. you pull away from his chest slightly, sleepy eyes peering up at him. the corner of your lip twitches, provoking megumi to ask what you wished to say. “nothing,” you sigh. “its just,” nuzzling back into his chest, clinging onto his shirt a little tighter. “you are just so handsome.”
thank goodness the lighting was dim, and thank goodness you were drifting back to sleep—because the shade of red that painted your boyfriend’s cheeks was considered rather embarrassing.
“I love you,” he whispers into your hair. “I love you so much.”
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Dizzy Spells
Pedro Pascal x Reader
Word count: 1K+
Description: Pedro being the caring and loving boyfriend he is forces reader to get looked at after experiencing dizziness and fainting.
Warnings: Mentions use of IV’s/needles and unplanned pregnancy. Age gap relationship (very legal)
Pssst!
“Hey! Don’t play with that!” Hissed your overbearing boyfriend who currently resides at your bedside while reaching to stop you from fidgeting with the tape holding the IV in place. You’ve never been a needle person, your parents always scheduling appointments with your family doctor growing up for vaccinations and shots to save you the embarrassment of having a melt down in front of school nurses through the years. Now coming into young adulthood needles continue to make you very nervous, but you're not a blubbering baby that needs to be held down anymore. Some might call that growth. Right now you’re just thankful to whatever higher power is out there that Pedro won’t have to witness hysterical sobbing caused by a tiny needle, all because you’ve been light headed lately and may have fainted a few times. Which leads you to now, where you lay attached to an IV keeping you hydrated while reclined in the stiff bed, your boyfriend of only 5 months by your side stressing over every little thing while waiting for the doctor to come back with test results from your blood work.
“I’m sorry! It’s just really itchy. I wanna go home babe, I really don’t see why we had to come there’s nothing to worry about! It’s probably low iron or something.” Whining you poke out your bottom lip and look up at Pedro with big doe eyes and rest the side of your cheek on his broad shoulder. With a deep sigh Pedro opens his mouth to begin his speech on how it’s better to be safe than sorry and how he cares about you taking care of yourself when two short knocks come from outside the waiting room door. You're quickly repositioning yourself and begin sitting up eager to get this over with and calling out whomever was waiting on the other side of the door to come in. A tall busty woman walks in, clipboard and files in hand looking about Pedro’s age if not older, she looks over to you both when crossing the space to the end of the bed and does a double take when looking to Pedro then back to yourself. You can hear the hesitation in her voice before she asks,
“So who have you brought in with you for support today… Y/N?” She glances down at the now open file to double check your name before her eyes meet yours again waiting for an answer. Nervous, you look to your left hoping for Pedro to speak up for you. Suddenly realising how the question may have come across to you the doctor clarifies her meaning.
“I’m sorry, it’s just your results have come back and due to the nature of them I wanted to confirm you wanted him in the room to hear or if you’d like privacy and for him to step out a moment.”
“The nature of them?” Speaks up Pedro worriedly, concern deeply etched across his face. The doctor looks to you for confirmation that you’d like him to stay. Your mind is spiralling out of control with ideas of what’s wrong with you, what could possibly be going on inside your body, and already searching for ways to solve these hypothetical scenarios reeking havoc in your head. Needing Pedro now more than ever for moral support and comfort you nod to the woman to continue on with the test results.
“Ok. First and foremost I’d like to make it clear that you are healthy and nothing is wrong with you.”
Pedro exhales shakily at the new information and pulls you against his chest with his left arm around you, he kisses the side of your head and takes a moment to breathe you.
You look up to the doctor and ask,
“So what's going on with me then? How come I’ve been so dizzy and fainting?”
“Because you’re pregnant, about 3 weeks along.” Your body tenses up when you feel Pedro quickly release you from his embrace and shoot up out of the bed towards the doctor. The sound of a file opening and paper being hastily sorted through fills your ears. This is way too early in the relationship to be happening. Does he want a family with you? To marry you? A future? Does he see you as his end game? For crying out loud you weren’t even together publicly yet- HIS FANS! How would they react? Would they hate you over such a large age gap? Would they hate you for taking him off the market? Would they hate you for trapping him with a baby? Would he still have a career or would his fans drop him because of who he’s with? You couldn’t live with messing up his life. His dreams and achievements he’d worked so hard for. A large familiar hand pulls you out of the black storm of doubt and back to the present moment. The other comes up to cup the side of your cheek and trace a delicate thumb over your trembling bottom lip. Shifting your focus to the man now kneeling on the bed in front of you, your eyes are met with tearful brown ones staring back at you, undeniably full of love and childlike amazement.
“Baby,” Pedro pauses and takes a moment to clear his throat and sniffle,
“I will support ANY decision you make, and YES this is all 100% your decision to make,” closing his eyes as his voice breaks Pedro exhales loudly and wipes at his eyes before his hands resume to their previous spots.
“But I want to make it so very clear baby, I will stay by your side and support you and our child, I love you Y/N. I want our family if you’re willing to give it to me.” Looking at the man across from you now, there’s not a doubt in your mind that he’s the partner you want to have in life. You and him. Seeing the love he has for you, for your unborn baby who you’d literally just learned about triumphs any previous worries you’d had initially. He’s your person and your his, together you’ll share the most special experience two people can share, raising a child.
“Our family.” You whimper out.
“Our family.” Pedro confirms wrapping you up tight in his arms.
Thank you for reading!! I’m still learning and figuring this all out so any comments are more than welcome! I’d also like to mention that yes I’m writing about Pedro Pascal himself but I’d like to make it clear this is all pretend and a fake fantasy. In no way do any of us know who he really is as a person and this isn’t me trying to make him something he isn’t just sharing my personal daydream fake scenarios with y’all! Hope you enjoyed:)
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