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elliespeach · 10 months

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tear you apart | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ"if your friends won't watch over you, i will." ´ˎ˗

pairing ellie wiliams x fem reader synopsis ellie owns her own vinyl store and the day you wander in changes both of your lives forever. she quickly becomes infatuated with you, desperate for your love that she believes is meant to be. when things in your life begin to spiral, ellie is there to catch you, but you'd never suspect she was the reason you fell in the first place. heavily heavily based on the book/tv show "you" on netflix wordcount 4k warnings gosh where do i start, stalking both cyber and in person, ellie is obsessive, manipulative, a gaslighter, a pervert lowkey, possessive and easily jealous, she breaks into readers apartment and goes thru your stuff, shes also so delusional like top tier delulu, shes based off joe goldberg so i mean put the pieces together. this is all from her perspective, most if not all of the inner monologue is ellie's thoughts about you, the italics is verbatim what she is thinking in that very moment if that makes sense. like joe, all of her actions are justified in her mind, and she doesn't see anything wrong with them. reader has a dysfunctional family. pls lmk if i am missing something! authors note hi hello hi, i have been so excited to post this!! just wanted to clarify this rn, i am bringing in a LOT of elements from the book and show, especially in this part, if it seems very similar thats why. i don't plan on following the plot line for season one, but i needed a good base to jump off of, dont hate me. n yes, readers best friend is shauna from yellowjackets i couldn't help myself. i needed a girl group, sue me. cat is apart of this girl group, not ellie's ex along w dina, also not ellie's ex in this au lol

fuckin’ trash, ellie thought to herself, looking over the torn up vinyl in her hands. the guy who returned it obviously had no fucking clue how to take care of something. especially something so needing of love. she placed the vinyl down on the counter beside the register before stepping into the back of the store, grabbing her tools of restoration. as she rummaged through a drawer, the familiar bell rang from the front door indicating a new customer, but she ignored it and continued searching for the sandpaper she always left laying around somewhere. the last drawer she opened was the winner, taking her supplies, she emerged from the small room into the front of the store, the beads in the doorway swaying as she walked through them.

thats when her eyes found you, examining the vinyl left on the counter. you hadn’t noticed her yet, too engrossed in the mishandled vinyl. she watched you for a moment as you looked it over, tracing the scratches that lined it. to ellie, you looked to be the definition of a nice girl. sporting a flowy sundress that laid just below your ass. nice girl who likes attention, she thought to herself, looking you up and down from afar.

she played it cool, keeping her eyes on the sandpaper and cloth in her hands as she made her way back to the counter. you finally took notice of her when she stood in front of you. “oh, hi,” you smiled brightly, to which ellie looked up. “whoever handled this vinyl should be in jail.” a sense of humor, ellie smiled at you, letting a breathy laugh fall from her lips. and an appreciation for vinyls, rare.

“a life sentence, for sure.” she spoke, and you laughed. a laugh that was genuine, not forced by politeness.

“can you point me to where i could find a david bowie album, ellie?” you asked sweetly, and she had to remember she wore a name tag. flirting with me and you like david bowie? ellie’s grateful its a tuesday afternoon, the store is dead. giving her more time to talk with you. you, who seemed to never stop smiling at her.

“against the wall,” she pointed. “third box from the left.” she lets you wander over yourself, taking the time to admire the way you carry yourself. you had a pair of red, heart shaped sunglasses resting on your head. ellie could tell you liked to pay attention to details, it was evident in the way you matched your sunglasses to your dress, and she wondered just how many pairs you owned. both short dresses and uniquely designed sunglasses together. her head tilted at the thought, switching her over chewed gum to the other side of her mouth.

you rifled through the box as ellie’s gaze pierced your back, although you were seemingly unaware. david bowie, she thought again. not another stuck up gen z who only listens to who is in the top one hundred, no. no, you were special. ellie put her focus onto the vinyl in front of her, slowly dampening it with the cloth before grinding the sandpaper over the scratches. but she kept you in her peripheral vision and she couldn’t help but notice you were struggling to find a specific one, or at least it looked like it.

“need help?” she asked you, keeping her voice neutral.

your body turned to face her, meeting her eyes and a faux pout on your lips.“i think the only one i want isn’t here, or i’m seriously blind.”

ellie chuckled, coming out from behind the counter, “my money’s on blind, just organized this box a few days ago.”

you huffed lightly, standing to the side while she approached you and the box. “i can’t find the rise and fall of ziggy stardust, it’s one of my favorites.”

of course it is. ellie barely looked in the box before she saw the album, pulling it out and holding it out for you. “i’ll book your eye appointment,” she said with a light grin.

“ugh, my hero,” you gushed, taking the album from her hands gently. i’ll always be your hero, but something tells ellie that you didn’t really need her help to begin with.

“c’mon, i’ll ring you up,” ellie led you back to the register and you placed the vinyl down on the counter lightly.

“promise i won’t do what that guy did,” you joked, reaching into your bag for your wallet.

ellie almost wishes you would. you’d come in a few days later, apologizing for being so clumsy but asking if she could fix it for you. of course, she would say yes. how could she say no to someone like you? “you couldn’t if you tried, pretty sure he did it on purpose.”

“what makes you say that?”

“just a hunch,” ellie shrugs, scanning the barcode on the vinyl.

“maybe his dogs got it, or worse, his kids.” you kept eye contact as you spoke, which shocked ellie. a lot of people would break away, divert conversation, maybe even stay silent all together. but not you.

“if that guy had kids, i’d feel bad for them,” to a lot of people, this comment would rub them the wrong way, and ellie internally cursed herself for saying it. you’re a sweetheart in her eyes, someone who wouldn’t think things like that, but again, you laughed. the transaction was almost over and she was grasping at straws, so she kept going. “guys like him blame everything on everyone else, i wouldn’t be surprised if his kids actually hated him but,”

your head tilted, waiting for more. to ellie, it looked like you were hanging onto every word she said. and she relished in it. “–thats only if someone wanted to have kids with him, which i highly doubt.”

“from what i’m hearing it doesn’t sound like anyone would want to,” you’re trusting my judgment. ellie’s lips curled up with your words, and she bagged the vinyl in a plastic bag. you handed her a credit card, which was decorated with flowers along with your name. and you want me to know your name. you could’ve used cash, the vinyl was less than twenty dollars. but no, ellie knew better and she knew you better. your eyes found the scratched up vinyl yet again, “but you can fix it?”

ellie swiped the card against her own wishes. she’d give you the whole store if you asked with that pretty smile. “it’ll be back in the box within the hour, why? you like pink floyd?”

“yeah, for the most part. i haven’t listened to that album yet,”

“i can put it on hold for you.” ellie rushes out, and she feels like she came on too strong. you could easily listen to it on spotify but she reminds herself that you’re in her store for a reason. you probably own a vinyl player, an older model you got off of facebook marketplace because the newer ones don’t match your personality. maybe a pioneer or a yamaha, and now shes thinking about how you probably dance around your room listening to music. your response breaks her from her imagination.

“that’d be great, thanks ellie,” but she can see it so perfectly in her mind, you’d wear a big t-shirt and a dainty pair of underwear. twirling and spinning about, the t-shirt riding up as you did and as you stood in front of her in that short dress her mind seemed to unravel and she had to clear her throat.

“anytime–” she tacked your name at the end of her words with a smile, handing back your card which you very quickly put in your wallet. her eyes glanced down for a split second, admiring how the dress pushed your tits together before bringing them back up to your face.

“aren’t you going to tell me to have a good day?” you teased much to ellie’s enjoyment, reaching out for the bag she was holding for you.

“have a good day,” your fingers grazed hers, and ellie knew it had to be on purpose. a flirt, and a good one at that.

“you too, ellie. i’ll be back for that album.”

you left the store as quickly as you came, taking your sweet vanilla scent with you. ellie thought about your interaction all day, it consumed her walk home and when she entered her small apartment she fell to her couch and opened her laptop.

plugging your name into any and all social medias was easy, who could forget a name like yours? all your accounts were public, and very quickly ellie could tell just what kind of person you were. the sweet girl who loved vinyls who had an addiction to posting online. your twitter was filled with random, obscure thoughts and always with a hashtag at the end of them. from time to time you’d tweet about where you were, and ellie tsk’d out loud to herself. anyone could find you within seconds, you need to be more careful. you seemed to tweet about everything in your life and ellie refreshed the page, wishing to see a post about the cute girl in the vinyl shop who helped you find your favorite album.

yet, there was nothing. and for a moment it hurt her, but the more she thought about it, it was better you didn’t post about her. that means it was real for you, hope remains.

facebook provided the basics of your family, although the account was inactive. but your parents who divorced a few years back seemed to only post about your younger siblings, leaving her to wonder if they didn’t approve of your lifestyle in the city. she stalked their pages like it was her job and at this point it felt like it was. she discovered that your two younger siblings went off to college out west and your parents even sold their home to be closer to them while still living separate lives. ellie felt pity for you, how could they just leave you behind?

your instagram feed was an aesthetic one, pictures posted solely to appease your followers. a pretty sunset here, a mirror selfie there, a quick post about the food from the restaurant just down the road from ellie’s shop. there were also posts about your own art, colorful and detailed, just like yourself. a painting you did was the last thing you posted, but this one wasn’t like your other ones, it was black and white and had a lonely floating balloon in the center and the borders were lined with overlapping words. ellie could make out only a few of them, ‘melancholy’, ‘nobody’, and ‘distress’.

there were lots of group pictures of you with friends. ellie could see you looked more authentic than them, who all seemed to resemble something out of a factory for young adults. you were a pearl in a sea of clams.

out of curiosity, ellie brought herself to your friend’s pages as well. she needed to see the types of people you spent time with, seeing if they were someone she would approve of for you. one friend made an appearance more than others and she assumed that was your so-called best friend, a spunky city girl named shauna. her own instagram was like an influencer’s guide to posting online, and she seemed like someone ellie would avoid at all costs. shauna’s posts of you always had you in the background, or if you were directly in the frame it was a candid where shauna looked better. she's making herself look better at your own expense, can't you see that?

your other friend’s social media were bland and unhelpful. ellie brought herself back to the task at hand. she typed your name into google and watched the loading screen. your name brought up a string of links all connecting back to your art pieces you’ve submitted to local papers and art galleries. an artist in new york city, aren’t you ambitious. maybe your parents didn’t like the instability of being an artist. but yet, you still pursue your passion. its admirable.

what also popped up was a white pages link, with a few clicks, and a small charge to her credit card she found exactly what she was looking for. there wasn’t much she could do with your phone number, texting you would be creepy. there was no way for her to explain how she got it, so the next best thing was your address. which, lucky for ellie, was only six blocks from her own.

if she could find it this easily, she needed to make sure that no one else did. which is how she found herself standing across the street from your apartment, peering into the windows that had no blinds, no curtains, no protection from the outside world. you were on full display for all of new york. first thing were doing together is buying you blinds. you were lounging around on your coach, scrolling through your phone and periodically shifting in your spot to get more comfortable.

it was dark now, and again, luckily for ellie, someone standing on the sidewalk of new york wasn’t a weird thing to do and no one paid her any mind. for days she would stand in the same spot, studying your movements throughout your apartment. sometimes you would go to bed on the early side, but most nights you were fully awake, sipping something out of a purple mug which she could only assume was coffee, and drawing lines on a canvas.

everytime you would take a break and scroll through your phone, ellie would refresh every social media, waiting for a post. your fingers danced on the keyboard and after a few refreshes on ellie’s end, your twitter had a new post.

@yndoesartstuff: if anyone has tips on how not to procrastinate finishing a wip, please enlighten me

if you just put down your phone, i’m sure you could get it done.

one night she watched as you dipped your wet brush into the purple mug instead of the designated paint water cup. they didn’t even look similar, but ellie laughed to herself while you groaned, tossing your head back before getting up to dump the liquid out of the mug. this would also be the first night ellie gawked at you while your hands dipped below your shorts, she quickly looked around. no one else seemed to notice that you were pleasing yourself with your own gentle hands and her eyes found you again, sprawled out on your couch.

your back arched, obviously hitting your sweet spot and ellie swallowed hard. blinds. were getting you blinds.

some days, ellie was too busy with the store to watch over you and she hated herself for it. too tired to walk the six blocks and instead just looking over your social media again, looking through your friends posts to see if you’ve been up to anything. you had never come back for the album, which ellie had finished nearly two weeks ago now. but tonight, as she locked up the store she knew she was going straight to the sidewalk adjacent from your apartment.

when she arrived at her usual spot she saw you through the windows and you looked too well put together for a night to yourself. you were dolled up and ellie liked to imagine it was for her, you’d leave your apartment and head to the store for the album you said you’d come back for weeks ago. but her hope was squashed when a cab pulled up outside your apartment and a woman who looked way too old started to walk up the steps to the building and entered the main door. ellie had been here enough to know the general look of your building's inhabitants, and this woman wasn’t one of them. maybe someone's mom, maybe she's visiting a friend. she can’t be here for you. no way.

but through the windows, with no blinds, she saw you open your door for this woman and welcome her into your home. your mom. it has to be. ellie’s eyebrows narrowed when you pulled this woman into a hug, then pulled back and let your lips kiss hers. okay, so not your mom. who the fuck is this?

ellie, whose eyes were going from her phone to the big windows of your apartment, began to search through your online presence and found no traces of her. this mysterious woman who, now, you seemed to be having a highschool make out session with on your couch, was all over you, touching you, kissing you, and worst of all, pleasing you. that sweet smile that had previously been for ellie, was now for this woman and it made ellie’s stomach turn. but she didn’t leave, instead watched while the two of you began to peel each other's clothes off.

were getting you blinds and were getting rid of this woman.

the next day while she opened up her store, she couldn’t help but think about you and this woman. she was frustrated, of course. but she couldn’t blame you, obviously this woman was prying on your weaknesses for her own pleasure. taking advantage of you. it sickened her, and she had to know more. she had been through every following list she could think of and still, this woman was a mystery. and as she refreshed your twitter (a new hobby of hers), a new post popped up.

@yndoesartstuff: lunch date with @shaunamavisxx never felt so right – at hoppers tavern

seeing that, ellie locked up shop way too early. it was fairly easy to make her way into your apartment, all she had to do was play the part. “sorry, my girlfriend hasn’t given me a key to this door yet,” she said with a friendly smile to your neighbor, who out of the kindness of his heart let her into the building. she waited until he was in his own apartment before picking your lock.

it smelled like you once she stepped inside, and she let the aroma fill her nose as she walked around. it was messy, canvases piled up everywhere along with dirty paint brushes. clothes lined your floor from the bedroom all the way to the kitchen and she had to force herself not to clean it up for you. she examined your paintings up close, admiring how the strokes on the canvas looked. she noticed you draw a small bird in every corner, the bird is plump, uncolored and holding a small twig. it was your signature, and it matched you so well. but, what she really was after was your laptop, she found it sitting on your unmade bed.

no password? she was shocked, and made a mental note to tell you that you needed to secure your devices. it’s almost as if you wanted her to search through it to get to know you better, and ellie did just that. it was linked to your phone and as she went through your messages they all seemed to be relatively normal. for someone like you, at least.

loads of messages from a group chat labeled city gals, and she knew it wasn’t you who had named it being as you were funnier than that, and less basic. scrolling up, all the conversation in the chat was merely nothing of note, no mention of this woman to your friends which ellie found odd. maybe just a hookup? but even then, wouldn’t you tell your friends?

ellie could gauge your friends' personalities through the texts they would send, shauna was most definitely the unnamed leader of this group, probably also the one who named the chat. her texts were mostly about planning activities, meanwhile the others just tacked on with fake enthusiastic responses. even yourself.

leaving the group chat, she continued to scroll down your messages and found an unsaved phone number which seemed to be the winner. you don’t have her number saved, this is good. a lot of your texts to her went unanswered, left on seen and only responded once you’d ask for her to come over. that usually generated a reply within minutes from this woman, who ellie still didn’t know the name of. it angered her even further, realizing she was just toying you along. only using you for your body when you were so much more than that.

ellie jotted down the unsaved number into her notes app, saving it for later when she could find out just exactly who this woman was. it was clear from the texts that she wanted nothing to do with you, and you still kept texting her like a sad puppy. it was pathetic, really, but ellie didn’t judge. she knew that your attention seeking habits were brought on by your dysfunctional family, she just wished it was her on the receiving end.

she found herself in your emails and saw you had an abundant amount of unread ones. it was a lot of spam and a waste of time, so she moved on. she decided it was best to go into your search history, restaurants, art galleries that allowed online submissions, sometimes even silly questions that ellie would most definitely answer for you if you asked.

“how do magicians do their cutting in half tricks?” you would ask her from the couch while ellie made you both dinner.

she’d call out from the stove, “there’s a fake table, the girl puts her legs through that. the legs you see on the other end are fake, baby.” and you would giggle sweetly as you always did, thanking her for being a know-it-all.

but as she continued to scroll further and further down your search history, she saw that the day you two had met, you googled “vinyl stores near me” and ellie’s was the first to pop up. she thanked every star in the universe for such a coincidence, but the more she thought about it, it couldn’t have been a coincidence because to her, it was always meant to be.

suddenly your laptop dinged and a new message appeared at the top from city gals. it was shauna and she was proposing a night out and it didn’t take long at all for the rest of the chat to respond.

shauna: drinks at our favorite spot tonight?

dina: totally what time

shauna: like 8 ish?

cat: sounds good to me

shauna: im with our heavy drinker, she says yes too!! see u guys then

dina: hangin w out us :( rude

cat: yeah wtf

shauna: oh hush its no biggie, we’ll see you guys tonight

ellie sat back as the texts rolled in, heavy drinker? ellie didn’t like the sound of it, and your friends seemed to think it was funny. bet they don’t even watch over you when you’re plastered, leaving you alone where anyone could hurt you. a few clicks on your instagram and she found a group mirror picture in a dirty bar bathroom, and the location clear as day at the top of the post. she confirmed it with a few other pictures and a deep dive of your twitter. gotta stop putting your location everywhere.

ellie knew your lunch date with shauna would be ending soon and you’d return home to start getting ready for the evening. she shut your laptop down, placing it exactly where it was on the bed before and started towards the door to leave. as she was on her way out, a bright red thong caught her eye. it was so carelessly thrown between the couch and the table next to it and she stuffed them into her pocket before locking the door behind her on the way out. she knew you’d never notice, your apartment already looked like a tornado had been through it seven times over.

she played with the string of fabric in her pocket as she walked down the sidewalk back to her place, contemplating the night to come. if your friends won't watch over you, i will.

read part two here :)

#ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams au #modern!ellie williams #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader

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chococoveredsmores · 10 months

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is it okay to req for a filo reader? i saw merienda and immediately thought "kababayan" im sorry tho if i got it wrong—😭

MILES with a filipino reader

a/n: okay i'm so sorry this is really short because life is very hectic right now </3 i hope u enjoy tho

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you would swear in filo a lot to the point where miles'd learn how to swear himself... he'd know more profanities than anything else LMAO

you'd love making miles try our filo foods like sisig! sinigang! adobo! or maybe even snacks like clover, piatos, or street food like isaw, fish balls, all your childhood food!

you call miles' parents tito and tita. they breathed a sigh of relief when you first met them and you didn't call them by their first names

your parents LOVE miles! they're happy their child is dating someone with good grades (ha ha..)

your moms would always make chika together also HAHAHA

miles would try to learn a little filipino to impress you. it may have a little bit of an accent but it's okay because it's the thought that counts!!

You're lying down on Miles' bed, illuminated phone in one hand and the other intertwined with your boyfriend's. You can kind of tell he's trying to tell you something, the way his eyes constantly shift to your gaze and back to his phone.

"What's up? You seem bothered." You yourself started to get quite bothered with the continuous glances.

Miles' attention immediately shifts to you. "Oh, yeah. I wanted to show you something."

Your interest peaks when he opens his phone and clears up his throat. "Ahem. Magandang... hapon.. po." (good afternoon, formally)

At once, your eyes light up and you break into the biggest smile he's ever seen— he is a little stunned at your oh-so-positive response.

"My gosh, where'd you learn that? That's amazing!"

"Um, I know a few more phrases, actually. I got this, uh, language app."

You beckon him to recite, ecstatic at his knowledge for your own language.

"Okay, um... ikaw ay maganda! (you are pretty, in a slightly stiff way) And uhh, asan po yung banyo?" (where is the bathroom?)

You let out a hearty laugh at the latter sentence, your heart fluttering at his endearing self.

"Hay, bat ang pogi mo talaga?" (why are you so handsome) You pull him into a hug, showering him with kisses. His ears turn a little red, but he plays it cool (or so he thinks) with a slightly awkward peck returned on the cheek.

Your heart swelled at the idea that Miles had put in so much effort towards appreciating your language and culture.

"Mahal ko kita, aking sinta." (love you, my darling)

a/n 2: listen since miles is using a language app to learn he also probably knows common phrases tourists might use to get around so... thats why i kinda put that

#guys i cringed writing this again #atsv #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #atsv x reader #miles x reader #spiderverse #miles morales #spiderman: across the spiderverse #filipino reader #miles headcanons

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tangledinink · 6 months

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Heya! First off I’m around halfway through teenage mutant what now and it is the funniest fic I have ever read - Beautifully written and overall brilliant but the jokes get me every time

And second, is it okay if I reference a pose from one of your gemini artworks for my own work? I’ll credit the inspiration if I post it anywhere ^^

whew we're overdue for an ask dump,,, OKAY ALRIGHT.

THANK YOU ; w ; I'm really glad you like it hehehehe. also yeah sure feel free! I don't mind! ^^

HEHEHE THIS MAKES ME VERY HAPPY THANK YOU

oh he DEFINITELY freaked out at first. there was a lot of panicking and confusion and "how could this even happen?!" ("you think i'd genetically engineer a creature that's not capable of reproducing? all of you should be genetically compatible with practically any yokai," draxum said. "AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO, I DUNNO, TELL US THAT?!" donnie said.) but eventually, he did calm down, and he and his partner talked about it (a bunch, multiple times), and eventually some of the panic gave way to... curiosity, first of all... and then maybe kind of excitement? and some fondness? i mean, he was still pretty scared, and sure, he doesn't really consider himself a 'kid' person, but it's not like he never thought about EVENTUALLY having kids, just maybe... not so soon? but. i mean.

well. if they're already cooking...

THANK YOU ; w ; i'm glad you like them! @kiwi-smug-silvalina

oh gosh, that's a good question. i'm not entirely sure... uhmmm... i would say perhaps... details about how gemini!donnie's witchcraft looks and acts, VS how venus's witchcraft looks and acts...

it is very shiny. i like that people call it "the bean" instead of its actual title coz it pisses anish kapoor off.

ah ; w ; THANK YOU SO MUCH,,, thats so sweet and this made me very happy,,, <3 im glad you liked it!!!! @allegedllama

HEHEHE thank you. yes im aware that i am deranged.

omg same hat!!! i was a lifeguard and it was.... uh.... INTERESTING to say the least... (sometimes lovely, sometimes AWFUL...) @datfearlesschick

if by games you mean 'messed up deals that she can manipulate to her own advantage,' then yes! @frogonamelon

@beannary @spectralsleuth @heckitall @livsinpjs and the sep council as a whole!!! y'all's support has definitely meant so much and there's no way i'd have gotten as far with any of my projects as i have without them... or without literally ANY of the people who take the time to do things like reblog with tags, leave commentary in the tags, send in asks about my stories, etc etc etc! that's definitely one of my main motivators to create more!!! <3 thank y'all!

EEEE this made me smile, hehehehe. thank you :3c @thejavavoid

AAAAAA THANK YOU THIS GENUINELY MADE ME SO HAPPY COZ I WAS SO GODDAMN PROUD OF THOSE HANDS AND HOW THEY CAME OUT ; w ; THANK YOU @onejellyfishplease

thank you!!! u w u @fanrulerjynx

THANK YOU ; w ; I REALLY APPRECIATE THIS,,, it made me very very very happy and HEHEHE IM GLAD YOU LIKE YASSIFIED DRAXUM,,, i just think he DESERVES it, y'know? also thats just my favorite way to draw characters lmao I think it's fun so I decided for this comic I just get to indulge...

not necessarily-- this was mostly just a coincidence! @breezehurricane

oh gosh. i'm not sure, but i know it definitely WILL affect their parenting... i think at first donnie will find himself just... deferring to his partner a LOT in almost any situation because he's afraid that he'll fuck it up, because he DOESN'T feel like he understands proper boundaries or what parenting is supposed to look like, etc etc etc, and he's afraid he'll mess up. he probably reads a TON of parenting books as well because RESEARCH and will often try to pull directly from them in any situation he can, and is confused when things don't go exactly the way they were described in the text... leo i think kind of tends to flounder between being overprotective and feeling the desire to protect his son from everything and anything and wanting to overcorrect this tendency by pulling back and trying to give him as much freedom and space as possible, which sometimes leads to some... inconsistencies. there's definitely a learning curve for both of them, but they both get the hang of it eventually. they both have lovely partners and a very loving and supportive family to help them and they'll figure it out with a bit of practice.

ahhh thank you! :D im so delighted that my silly stories actually inspired something for you!!! hell yeah!!! MAKING THINGS IS GREAT!!! THANK YOU!!! @can-elope

i like to imagine them all staying very close, especially coz i'm loosely planning on them all going through the kraang-apocalypse together (and then coming through to the other side!) so i can't imagine them ever drifting too far from each other, emotionally or geographically. there's a bit of a rocky start for a lot of them, but all of the siblings end up a very tight-knit bunch.

#asks #ask dump #anon

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mrvlbimbo · 2 years

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I can not stop thinking about tag teaming sub!Eddie with Steve

Like sub!Eddie,dom!Reader and switch!Steve

-Signed the horny fucker who loves subs

yessss

ok bc maybe Steve and her are friends and they all get high together and Eddie is being the needy mf that he is so she takes it upon herself to tell Steve alllllll about how needy her boy gets

And he's emphasizing her point by burying his face her her chest and humping her thigh, not even caring that Steve is in the room as well and he can hear the pathetic little whimpers Eddie is letting out

"baby, you're embarrassing yourself infront of Steve," she whispers against the top of his head, rubbing slow circles on his back to calm him down.

"No. Tell him to keep going, it's cute." Steve is staring at them with wide eyes as he tries to keep his composure.

"Tell him yourself, perv." She gave him a wicked grin, eyes holding a teasing glint. Her and Eddie had talked about fucking Steve before but there never seemed to be a good time to bring it up to him.

Now seemed like a perfect time, all of them just a bit high. Not enough to impair their judgment but just enough to loosen them up a bit.

"Hey, Eddie?" Steve said, trying to get his attention.

"mmmmm." He replied with a sweet little whimper.

"Eds baby," she whispered softly in his ear. Then her voice sharpened, fingers tangling in his hair and holding his face away from her so she could glare into his eyes "you speak when you're spoken to, yeah?"

"Yes, mommy." he ducked his head down in shame.

"You remember what we talked about last night?"

"I have to stop cumming all over your clean clothes?" he asked quietly, not wanting Steve to hear.

"No babe. The thing involving our friend Steve."

"Oh..yeah." he blushed a deep red when he thought about what they had talked about the night before, especially with the subject in question was right there in the same room with them.

"Do you maybe wanna try that now?" she prompted, looking over Eddie's shoulder to see how Steve was feeling about the whole thing.

His eyes were dark with lust, gaze tracing over their entangled bodies. When he met her eyes he winked and nodded, recognizing her silent question easily.

"Y-yeah, can I?" Eddie asked excitedly, shaking out her permission even after she had suggested it.

"You gotta ask Steve." She carefully pushed him off of her so he sat on the floor next to her on his knees. Steve was just beside them, close enough to touch now. His hands twitched in anticipation.

"Steve...uh. Do you want to...do stuff," Eddie stuttered, grabbing one of Steve's hands in his own.

"What kind of stuff, Eddie?" he chuckled, brushing his thumb over the back of his hand. He knew fully well what kind of stuff

"You know what I mean, don't make me say it." Eddie pouted, shaking his head and looking over at his girlfriend as if she would be of any help. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him.

Steve couldn't take the pitiful look on his face, giving up the tough act and letting him crawl into his lap.

"Gosh, he's pretty. How do you say no to him?" Steve shook his head, marveling at Eddie's submissive wide eyes staring down at him and waiting for him to do whatever he wanted.

"Patience. Practice. I'm stubborn. He's pretty when he cries, and he cries when he's frustrated. So thats a big motivator." She shrugged, lighting a cigarette as she watched Steve trail his hands down her boyfriend's body.

"Can I kiss him?" Steve whispered as Eddie inched his face closer, not able (or not allowed) to make the first move.

"Yeah, fucking hurry up though. I've got a lot planned for tonight," she snapped, tense dominance creeping into her eyes. She was warning him that he wasn't immune to her cruelty either.

#steddie x reader #sub eddie #sub eddie munson #Eddie munson x reader #Steve Harrington x reader #Eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine

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equallyshaw · 10 months

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Blindsided, quinn hughes x singer au !

link to one shot:

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@singer: blindsided July 9th, rolling up the welcome mat ep, september 24th.

788k likes, 78.9k comments.

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@fanone: she just broke instagram

@fantwo: not her ep coming out the day quinn starts training camp lol

@fanthree: damn..he can't even report this because she owns these photos lol

@fanfour: OMG

@fanfive: tour soon?

↳ @singer: check back in september :)

↳ @fanfive: OMG

@fansix: hot damn

@siennascmidt: lova girl aint playing

↳ @singer: kachow

@fanseven: omg she put that paparazzi pics

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(a white heart was singer's and q's thing on socials :))

10 months later.

@singer: thankyou for flying to see me all over the world, watch me on stage (even on facetime), throw random surprise parties for two and surprising me when i need it the most. you've made this tour amazing, and this past year one to remember.

tag: joshthehockeyplayer

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@fanone: this is so cute....im so happy she found somebody to take pictures with 🥺

@fantwo: the fact that she's hardposting after only a year...says a lot about this guy ❤️

↳ @fanone: yes!! I think her and quinn FINALLY posted after their 2nd anniversary when he got drafted to Vancouver.

↳ @fantwo: damn, he seems like a control freak

↳ @fanone: thats all ive heard🥴

@joshthehockeyplayer: everyday is a dream with you, thankful i get to do life with you and watch you do what you love

↳ @singer: love you 🤍

↳ @fanthree: OMG SHE USED THE WHITE HEART

↳ @fanfour: time to melt !!!

↳ @fanfive: white heart is back 🥲

@fansix: sobbing

@fanseven: omg

@siennaschmidt: cutest girl in the world, so happy you are thriving in cali with me!!

↳ @singer: me too gf me too 🤩

@brockboesergf: so happy for you!!

@eliaspetterssonsgf: the smile is back !!!

@dylanlarkinsfiance: so happy for you love

↳ @singer: ❤️

@elblue6: so glad you found him, he seems wonderful!

↳ @singer: thankyou🤍

↳ @faneight: damn I would have never responded to my ex MIL

↳ @singer: if you knew her, you would too❤️

@fannine: damn, he raised the bar so high

@fanten: if he wanted to, he would 😌

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@joshthehockeyplayer: one year being her biggest fan🫶🏻

Tag:singer

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@singer: one year of being your biggest fan too😌🤍

@anzekopitar: gross

↳ @joshthehockeyplayer: ur gross

↳ @singer: ^^^

@drewdoughty: okay okay !

↳ @singer: bahahaha

@kevinfiala: aight aight

↳ @joshthehockeyplayer: woot woot

@fanone: so cute

@fantwo: breaking our hearts gosh dang

@fanthree: the caption 🥺

@alexturcotte: smooth on the ice and mr smooth off the ice

↳ @joshthehockeyplayer: 😇😇

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x oc #quinn hughes x singer au #quinn hughes blurb #nhl #hockey #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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ibrithir-was-here · 4 months

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Ironically the good ending Quincey will go into a bloody frenzy during the war and is so scarred by the violence he inflicts he is on the brink of losing his will to live on, but in this bad ending he's hurting no innocents.

Yeah I've been thinking of what the two Quincey's would think of eachother if they ever caught a glimpse of their alternative fates.

Canon Quincey is understandablely horrified by what's happened to his parents and honorsry uncles/grandfather. Dead or maimed or undead and all at eachothers hands and Dracula still alive to cause even more pain. It's an absolute nightmare--but then there's his vampire self.

I think at first he'd be repulsed--seeing himself as a vampire is the thing thats been haunting his nightmares since he first began to realize just what depths of powers he had during the war, and realizing where they came from. It's everything he's terrified to become.

But--this other him is so gentle and innocent, more then he himself has been in years. He as a human has more blood on his hands then a literal vampire, who's known nothing of war or violence and has never had to fear the powers he has or hid them for fear of others not understanding.

Honestly I think he feels guiltily jealous of Vampire Quincey's innocence, comeing as it has at the cost of the misery of so many others.

Vampire Quincey is having perhaps a similar flipped reaction. Here is his family, whole and human, and happy with the friends that he's just seen hold them at gunpoint. He's never seen his father smile so much without sadness, he's never ever heard his mother's voice outside of his head, and to hear her sound so bright and joyful...

It's another indication that everything he's thought about the world and his own existence is wrong and warped and nothing that his parents ever actually wanted.

I do think that seeing themselves so loved by their parents in both worlds is deeply helpful, though, that this at least is constant and unchanging.

I actually think once they started talking and realized how messed up they'd both been by their experiences that they'd end up giving eachother as much support as they know how too. Neither of them are resentful people and their natural inclination is to help when they can, so they're a lot more likely to hug it out then fight.

(Also Human Quincey sees Vampire Quincey and Lu being lovely dovey and his brain short circuits. "Lu? And me?? Little Lu who always tried to tag along and prove she could beat all the boys? US--kissing?!....Do I want my Lu to kiss me? (Oh my gosh I might--oh my gosh I like girls too??)

#blood of my blood #quincey harker #the soldier and the solicitor #dracula #dracula daily

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liquidluckandstuff · 7 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you for tagging me @racfoam (oh my gosh these are a lot of questions

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have a total of 21 fics 😅

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

182,399.... dayum

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry potter and only Harry potter. I'm TRYING to put in effort into other things, but they just don't hold my attention.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Heaven is your sleeping Enemy

Phantom Touch

Just Another Omegaverse Fic

Darlings and Dragons

Found Footage

5. Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

I respond to most comments. I love it when people comment. It makes me happy to hear what people think about my fics. or that they are just reading it at all.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Heartbreaking Confession. It has to be one of the shortest things i've ever written but man, there is just no hope.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

His Brave Boy . It just got attention recently due to a tik tok and i CRIED. I love this little one shot so much.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The only reason i've ever gotten hate on a fic is because people don't want to read tags or think they can dictate how my story is going to progress.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have a whole ass second account for my smut fics thank you very much.

SolidMisfortuneandThings

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I mean it's got Dungeons and Dragons vibes.

The only other cross over fic i've ever written I orphaned along with all my other stuff many years ago.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nah.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! and surprise surprise it was the smut

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Sort of? We collaborated and then life happened

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

HARRYMORT. Not tomarry. (i mean i like tomarry and all) but Harry and Voldemort.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

One i have saved with 20k words in my documents about Harry having actual prophetic dreams about death because of the killing curse and through that ends up saving the minister of magic and being adopted by Voldemort.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Yo man idk thats too much internal thinking for me.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sentence structure. Grammar. Confidence.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't even try. I say either the main character didn't understand it, generalize the conversation, or mention that its in another language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

..... Final Fantasy

20. Favourite fics you’ve written?

DARLINGS AND DRAGONS. IT IS MY BABY AND I LOVE IT

Tagging: @i-dream-of-libraries @cloverwoodss @queasyghosts @reggieblk @zombu7 @vyrid I don't remember everyones tumblr i am so sorry

#harrymort #tomarry #harry potter #tomarrymort #ask game

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fatmaclover · 4 days

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12, the whole gang. would love to hear every head canon you have tbh!!

oh gosh thats gonna be a lot. im gonna be excluding anything that would make this blog more personal or less tame than i want it to be but you really arent missing much there

well. first and foremost UNFORTUNATELY its a hc that im a joyce kelly truther. shes so unbelievably transfem to me at this point its hard to see her as much else. genuinely forget its not canon sometimes. oops

i also must say all of @pariskim's joyceverse tag is canon in my mind and i really recommend you go through it even if you dont see joyce the same way i do, genuinely some of my favorite fan content to consume period. yes i am also sending you over there to become a joyce truther. go.

honestly if mac and dennis could be responsible pet owners (theyll never be.) i think theyd LOVE having a snake. i know theyd go for a ball python because theyre more stereotypically "snake" than some other pet trade species, but frankly i think theyd do best with a hognose. theyre pretty social (with humans. dont keep hognoses together in a tank) idiots with huge attitude and they look god damn adorable. hognoses would also be great for them because they tend to be more food motivated! its also good for snakes to just take them out and like. set them on your bed n just chill or talk with em for an hour or so. thatd be great for mac.

i personally think that mac will only hook up with you as a fellow man if you a) can pass as older than him or b) look like dennis. yeag i think he, consciously or not, goes for people that have similar traits to dennis, physically or personality wise. if dennis let himself accept that he cares a bit too much about who mac is dating, that little fact would single-handedly make macdennis canon. dennis would tell mac to just date him if he wanted to date him so badly

not entirely a headcanon but i imagine almost all of the gang besides maybe frank has methods for getting dennis to regulate his diet a bit more instead of eating like 1 meal a day. i think mac can get dennis to eat or drink just about anything by just giving it to him in conversation. he'll just let dennis talk his ear off and continually hand him chips or fruit or even drinks or nearly any drug at all. having a small bite or drink or hit during conversation is such a reinforced habit that its natural to the both of them now.

i think dee does it by purposefully playing into her status of being "below" dennis. she'll complain about being too weak to open a peanut shell or something and he'll snatch it and do it to prove hes better and out of habit maybe has a little bite. though i imagine if theyre inebriated in any way its as easy as genuinely just feeding it to him. dennis will never admit it, because he hates his sister, but he trusts her.

joyce i think can get dennis to eat just by getting alone with him. she provides a bubble of decompression and a lack of worry for him. its also insanely easy for her to just offer dennis a huff of whatever inhalant shes been having fun with that day and i imagine that makes things easier as well

i think you could pretty easily get mac into nerd shit. just have some pretty boy be a little nerdy. get him to watch star trek itd be life changing for him even if i think a good amount of it would fly over his head at times. ttrpgs and roleplaying in general i think would be big for him

also bringing back my hc of him joining the philadelphia gay mens chorus ohhhhhh my god i need him to sing more i need him to embrace his love of singing

unngh thats not all of em but i my brains starting to lag a bit here. ill happily rb this post with more and make it a sorta masterpost for hcs eventually

#kats iasip hc post #for the people trying to avoid spoilers dont look at the joyceverse stuff but this post doesnt actually contain any spoilers so im not #gonna tag it as such. but be warned #iasip

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just-some-random-blogger · 10 months

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I Wanna

Yakuza!Pedro Pascal x Reader + Baker!Oscar Isaac x Reader

Summary: You fell in love with the leather jacket wearing thug named Pedro, and even after finding out he was part of the yakuza, you married him against your family's will. What happens when your marriage comes crumbling down and his best friend, Oscar, comes picking up the pieces?

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: Yakuza/Baker AU ok? ok, CRACK FIC, anime parody (ie, cringe cliche anime scene descriptions, romanized japanese~, etc.), fem!reader, Wife!Reader, infidelity/cheating, hurt/comfort, mentions/depictions of violence, fluff, angst, did i say crack fic?, typos etc.

A/N: I know its says pedro and oscar, but its not really them ? HAHHA just dont take this too seriously 💀. It started with this tiktok and me thinkin it was a damn telenovela. then the pic of pedro in this moodboard made @sloanexx say 'yakuza pedrosan' and i was like 😀😀BESTIE THATS AN IDEA then this other tiktok happened and then it sewed everything in place. Cross posted on my ao3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz @multifandom-fangirl4

▶ Play ♪ 'I Wanna' by The All American Rejects

The bell chimes as the door opened. I pull my head off my hand and pause the funny cat compilation video I was watching. I straightened up where I was leaned on the front counter, standing from my stool. I put on a fake smile and greet, "irasshaimase~ Welcome to the Starlight Cafe!"

I close my eyes as I grin. Gosh, I hate my job.

I hear the customer walk over to me. When I open my eyes, I let out a gasp when I see his face. The wind blows. Cherry blossoms drift with the breeze. His leather jacket glimmers. His shades glint as he pushes them down slowly. He flips his short hair. It barely moves.

I let out an audible gasp. My eyes glitter, "so pretty."

He knits his brows, "nani?~"

"What?"

"What-" I clear my throat as I am snapped out of that maladaptive montage. I chuckle softly, "what would you like to order?"

The man looks at me through his lowered glasses and then with a swoosh, removes his glasses. I gasp again, clutching my chest. I whisper under my breath, "sugoi~"

"Mmm," he hums, crossing his arms, titling his head, "what would you recommend, cutie pie?"

My background turns pink. Heart shaped sparkles appear in my eyes. I gasp, he just called me cutie pie? He thinks I'm cute?!

"A- I-" I suck in a breath and carefully offer, "a lot of our customers order the triple chocolate frappe. It has a choco base, choco syrup, and chocolate bits."

"Mmm," he hums again, "I didn't ask what the other customers order," he leans in toward me, our faces inches apart, "I asked for your recommendation."

The whole world turns black. My heartbeat is magnified. I feel my entire body burn, "I-"

The man leans on the counter, placing the shades in his hand on his head. He raises a brow, "well?"

I suck in a breath and mutter, "s-strawberry."

"Hmm? What was that, cutie pie?" A smirks plays on his lips.

"I like iced strawberry lattes," I retort.

He pulls back and leans on one leg. He chuckles, "kawaii~" then nods, raising two fingers, "2 iced strawberry lattes then."

I nod gingerly, punch in his order, "could I just get your name for the order?"

His name rolls off his tongue smoothly, "Pedro."

Ah... Pedro-san~

I tell him his total and take his payment. I hand him his recipt. The world moves in slow motion as he takes it from me. He says a quick thanks and walks off. His boots click across the empty cafe. He sits down on sofa chair next to the window and props his elbows on the back rest, crossing his legs as he looks out. Pink blossoms fall from the sakura tree outside. He smiles at the sight of it, "I've missed Tokyo."

I cannot stop looking at him as I make his order. With every step, every mix, every pour, every shake, I steal a glace of Pedro. I couldn't help myself. That was, until I saw him looking back at me.

I drop the jigger onto the counter with a loud thud. I freeze and look away from him. Shit.

Pedro's lips curve into a soft smile. He whispers under his breath, "baka~"

Stupid.

From then on, I focus only on finishing his order.

When I do, I place the two cups on the counter and call out, "2 iced strawberry lattes for Pedro."

Pedro turns to me. He stands from his spot and walks over. He smiles and takes the one latte, examining the perfectly placed strawberry slice on the cream, then pokes a straw through the plastic cover. He brings the straw to his lips and takes a sip. I watch him with anticipation, clenching my fists tightly.

He pulls the cup away and licks his lips.

I gulp heavily.

Pedro smirks, "refreshing."

I let out a soft sound of relief.

He then takes another straw then pokes it into the other cup. He pushes the cup across the counter, towards me, and mutters, "enjoy the treat, cutie pie."

My jaw drops as I look down at the counter. He- he... bought this for me?

Pedro takes another sip of his drink with a playful look on his face, "see you soon, strawberry."

With that, he turns around and walks away. I gasp when I see the print on his jacket. He was... a gangter? Yakuza?

I watched him as he stepped out of the cafe and crossed the street. My eyes widen when he looked over his shoulder and winked at me.

"That guy is nothing but trouble," I mutter to myself.

Little did I know that I would go on to understand how much trouble he really was, because one day, I would become his wife.

I remember the day he asked me, the day he promised it all to me.

I had since stopped working at the cafe and got an office job at a high paying firm. He had gotten into a fight with my overbearing co-worker who incesantly kept walking with me on my way home from work.

Pedro told me he wouldn't be able to pick me up that day even after I begged over and over to, because I didn't want ot be alone with my slimy co-worker. Little did I know that he planned it all. He knew my co-worker would persist and I wouldn't be able to get him to back off.

When we were a few blocks away from our office, walking the down the street I dreaded walking because it was dark, he came out of nowhere. Pedro popped up in front of us, scaring both me and my co-worker. The next thing that I knew, Pedro had the man by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

I was too shocked to react and I couldn't hear a word he was saying because Pedro whispered to him.

Once he released him, the man went running the other way. When Pedro turned to me, I gasped at the state of him. He had a busted lip, blood on his brow, a black eye, and the jacket he wore all the time was torn on the sleeve.

He whispers my name, eyes unable to meet mine.

I look at him as the orange streetlight gave me a vague view of his face, "wha-"

"I'm not a good man, in fact, I'm a horrible man," he mutters.

"Pedro-"

"Matte~" he mutters, "wait... just let me say this."

His face darkens as he hangs his head low. He rumages through his back pocket and pulls out something, "I don't think I can ever change," he slowly takes my hand. My cold hands burn in his hot one, "but I know for a fact I can never live..."

I gasp as I look down at my hand.

"- if I don't have you," he says, slipping a ring on my finger. Even through the darkness, I could see that the silver ring was reddened with blood.

"I did it for you," he says, making my eyes dart back up to his face. Pedro continues, "I killed my boss for you."

A shiver runs down my spine.

"I'm the boss now."

"Pedro-"

"Nothing will ever stand in our way," he steps forward, taking both my hands in his, "I would give you anything you want, everything you need," he bends to look up at me, "I would place Tokyo in the palm of your hand."

"Pedro..." I speak warily, "I- I don't need Tokyo..."

Pedro's face falls. He lets out a shaky breath. He straightens up and looks at our joined hands. He feels his eyes water. He feels his grip loosen.

I grip his hands before he lets go, "I just need you."

Pedro looks up. He looks at me. He feels his world light up. He feels the surroundings glow. He tightens his hold on me then gets down on one knee, "marry me."

I suck in a breath and nod, "I-"

I do.

I marry him.

I marry him against all the wishes of my family, effectively isolating me from all my relatives. I quit my job due to proximity issues, but in truth, I didn't need one anymore. Pedro lives up to his words, he gives me anything I want, everything I need; he placed Tokyo in the palm of my hands and yet-

It all fades.

Where once I beamed at his arrival, I now broke down in dread as I watched him crawl back to me.

I'm not in the mood for your lectures. I told you not to wait up. Strawberry, I had to take this job. Stop it. You wouldn't understand. I do this for you. I do this for you.

I DO THIS FOR YOU!

"I didn't ask you to do this for me," I sob against my knees as I pull my legs into me.

It was horrible. Pedro was working more than there were hours in the day. There was barely anything left of him when he came back. There was barely anything left of us.

"Oi, oi, oi~" a soft voice attempts to calm me.

I lift my puffy eyes as I look at the grey world before me. I watch as the curly haired man places a tray on the table and kneels down next to my chair, "what has you crying this time, puddle girl?"

Puddle girl. He called me this because I jumped in a puddle and splashed him the day we met.

He places a hand on my shoulder and shakes his head, "you don't have to worry about anything."

My voice breaks at his words. I sob, "Oscar-"

"Listen to me," he says, getting back on his feet, though he stays hunched to meet me at eye level, "Pedro is a dummy. He doesn't listen to me, he doesn't listen to you, but-" he raises a finger, "he listens to himself."

I sniffle at his words. I watch him as he straightens up.

"Show him what he's missing. Show him what he does this for, what he really does this for," Oscar says, placing his hands in his pockets, "did I ever tell you I made him buy me a bi-"

"Bike when you were still in school by convincing him it was him that broke yours," I continue his story for him through a stuffy voice.

Oscar chuckles. He presses the back of his hand on his lips as he does so, "ahhh," he sighs, "have I said it that much? Gomen~"

The sound of his voice makes the greyscale world seem brighter--happier. He chuckles again, running his hands through his hair. Sunshine cascades over his body, highlighting the curve of his toned chest through his dress shirt with three undone buttons. There is a sparkle that lingers on his bicep as he does this.

"Don't be too sad," Oscar says, pulling out a hanky from his pocket for me. He offers it with a smile and cocks his head to the side, "I made you a croissant and hot chocolate to cheer you up."

When I take his hanky and turn to the tray, I see the magic of his cooking waft in the hair. The smell of the food goes straight to my lungs and I realize in this moment just how hungry I was.

I shift in my spot, wiping my tears, reaching out for the pastry in front of me.

The bell chimes as the door is opened.

"Moshi moshi~" Oscar smiles, greeting the customers who walked into his bakeshop. I watch him as he attends to the old couple, leaning down to meet them eye level. My heart clenches when the old woman pinches his cheek.

The world suddenly has a golden haze.

I take Oscar's words to heart and put his plan into action.

I made it a point to do all the things I loved doing with Pedro and told him all about it. I made plans with him: I reserved dinner dates in our favorite places, bought tickets for movies we'd both like, wore the clothes I knew he liked me in, kissed him in spots that made him weak. I did it all, knowing he couldn't dare resist.

And yet he did.

At first, he would say he would try to make it to the date, then that he was too tired. Sometimes he'd cave and I'd have him right where I wanted him. Eventually, he began brushing me off.

He said he couldn't do those silly things right now.

"He said that?!" Oscar snapped, eyes wide in offence as I sob while recounting my latest encounter with his best friend. He fumes, "oh, I swear, I'm going to beat him up."

"Oscar, please."

"No, no-" he shakes his head rapidly, "I have to teach that rat a lesson."

"You're going to get yourself hurt."

"Well, you've been getting hurt," he counters.

I rub my eyes, no longer wanting to talk about this, as exhaustion begins to creep up on me.

The night air creeps up on me as a bunch of cars pass by the street of Oscar's closed bakeshop. For a moment, there was only the sound of tires on asphalt that filled the air.

"I've got it," Oscar mutters, "we'll make him jealous."

My face contorts in confusion and exhaustion, "nani?~"

"There's nothing that will make a man go crazy more than seeing his girl with someone else."

I huff and shake my head, "that's a horrible idea."

Oscar shakes his head too, grabbing my hand. I gasp when he does this. I look at him through my wet lashes. His brows furrowed. His eyes had stars in them. He mutters my name softly. A wind brushes through his hair as he did so, "trust me. I'm going to help you get your love back."

I look at him as he smiles.

"And anyway, it's just pretend," he reassures.

It really was.

Just pretend...

... at least at first.

Pedro grumbled as I giggled at the ice cream I smeared on his nose. He gives me a stink eye as I take a tissue and wipe the pink cream off him.

"It was an accident, darling," I say sweetly.

Pedro snorts and leans his forhead against mine, "of course it is," he pulls back as I giggle. A smirk plays on his lips as he licks his ice cream, "who would dare disrespect the big boss?"

I roll my eyes at his words. I nearly chew him up for it, but then I catch sight of Oscar and my attention is averted.

"Oscar-san!~" I call out.

Oscar raises a hand as he walks over to us.

"Pedro," Oscar says, patting him on the shoulder.

Pedro chuckles, nodding to him in regard, "Oscar."

Oscar looks between us, "any ice cream for me?"

"Sorry, we just got two," I retort.

Oscar pouts.

Pedro bites on his cone, "get your own."

Oscar turns to him, then back to me, "we should get one later."

I nod and smile, "okay."

Pedro furrows his brows, "later?" He tilts his head, "what's happening later?"

I mimic his expression, "don't you remember, Pedro? I told you I bought tickets for Barbie, but you said you couldn't watch it with me, so I invited Oscar to watch with me instead."

Pedro tenses. Oscar and I look at him as he slowly nods. "Ahh," Pedro says, "that's smart," he licks his ice cream, "better than not having anyone use the ticket."

Needless to say, I was quite dejected on our way to watch Barbie, as our plan didn't work at all.

"Don't worry about it, puddle girl," Oscar nudges me lightly with his elbow, "it's going to work."

"Work how?!" I blurt, "he thought it was a good idea!"

Oscar leans in and smiles, "in time."

"Pedro!" I call to him weeks later after that day, "do you like my outfit?"

Pedro, who was knee-deep in paper work, darts his eyes up and gazes at me through his glasses, barely shifting on his office chair. He looks me once over and nods, "yes, very pretty dear," he looks back to his desk, "are you going somewhere?"

"Hai~" I nod, stepping out of his office, "Oscar is going to pick me up in a few minutes."

Pedro pulls his head back and does a double take upon hearing this. He removes his glasses, "wait," he shakes his head, "Oscar?"

I nod again as I open the door, "hai~ He's taking me out dancing with my high school friends."

Pedro's brows furrows, "that's tonight? You said that was going to be next week."

"Pedro," I shake my head, "I told you that one week ago."

"But I-"

"Don't worry," I raise a hand, "Oscar agreed to come. I asked him this morning."

"This morning?" Pedro muttered, "that's such short notice."

I chuckle, "yeah. He needs to get a girlfriend." I step out of his office.

"Yamete!~"

I stop and turn back, finding Pedro was walking over to me. He places his hands on my shoulder and looks me up and down. "Beautiful," he whispers, placing a kiss on my lips. I am shocked my his affection, and my eyes widen as I gasp. When he pulls away, he brushes my cheek, "I love you."

I look at him, heart soaring at his words, "I love you."

A crack of thunder comes after a bolt of lighting rips through the dark grey clouds.

"I love you," Oscar says, body dripping in rain water.

I shake my head, eyes mimicking the sky, refusing to let him in. I close the small gap in the front door. He risks his fingers and toes by jamming them in to keep me from shutting him out.

"Onegaishimasu~" his voice breaks, "please don't make me go."

"Oscar," I whimper, eyes falling to the floor, unable to meet his gaze. I watch as water drips from his fingers, "everything about this is wrong."

"I know it is," he says and thunder cracks again, "I know it is."

I feel my cheeks burn because of my tears, "then leave. You know it's the right thing to do."

"But I don't want to leave-"

I sigh, "Oscar-"

"-and I know you don't either."

I don't respond to him.

There's another roll of thunder.

My skin pricks with goosebumps when he says my name the way he did, the way Pedro used to, the way Oscar always does.

"I love you," Oscar cries under his breath, "I love you so much that it hurts me to. It hurts because I love Pedro-" he growls, "-and hate him at the same time."

I finally look up to him, seeing just how distraught he was.

"I hate how he's done this to you," Oscar mutters, "I hate how he's pushed you aside and hurt you so much."

My tears travel down my neck.

"I hate how he has you but takes you for granted," he grits his teeth, "I hate that he has you. I hate that you met him first. I hate that you loved him first. I hate that I want you so bad. I hate-- I hate that things are the way they are."

And I know.

"You've made me into a puddle boy, puddle girl."

I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself. I opened the door for him, slowly letting it creak.

Oscar drops to his knees in front of me. He embraces my legs and mutters, "tell me to go away-"

I brush his dripping hair back.

"Tell me to leave you alone and get help for doing this to you."

"Oscar..."

He looks up at me, eyes red and tried.

I know.

I really do. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself. I leaned down and kissed him.

That was it.

That was the end.

That was the day I chose to leave Pedro for Oscar.

I really did mean to. I meant to tell it to his face, to own up to the treachery, to confess my sins-- our sins, mine and Oscar's, his lover and his friend, two people that should never betray you. We meant to tell it to him upfront, but he made it impossible.

Between him not having time to see either of us, he didn't have the energy to even listen to anything other than his work.

So I left it all on his desk, a thank you, a sorry, an explanation, an I love you, and divorce papers.

The truth was, it took him 5 days to realize it was there, 5 days to realize it had already ended, 5 days to realize he'd been alone all this time.

Pedro dropped the handwritten letter on the floor and ran out of this office, screaming out a name no one would answer to. He bust through every door, every room in the hollow mansion, opened every light in every hall, and only then did it dawn on him that was it.

That was the end.

That was the day he crumpled the evidence of his greatest betrayal and grabbed his gun.

He was not in his right mind. He didn't think of taking his car, he didn't think about breathing, all he thought about was how dare they? How dare they do this to him? How dare they cast him aside? How dare they throw him away?

The world was blurry. The world was pixelated. He could not see the faces of anyone around him. They had no faces. They looked like painted background figures. They looked like melting wax.

Pedro's eyes were wide and his pupils were shrinked. His breathing was jagged and the gun stuffed in the back of his pants felt cold against his burning skin.

The world was like a coloring book vandalized by a child who could not keep the color in the lines. He slammed into faceless painted figures and melting wax, speaking no apology. He paid no attention to the noise of the outside word, none to the deafening honks of cars nor to the rattling of people.

He's at a thousand, he's sweating in this sweltering afternoon, then suddenly he's at a zero, the world goes silent.

He can only hear his breathing as he looked through the window of his friend's bakeshop. He can only hear himself demand answers in his mind as he watched his lover smile in a way that should have only ever been meant for him.

He watches as laughter comes. He watches as smiles are exchanged. He hyperventilates as lips meet lips. He pulls out his gun as he swears he hears an I love you whispered.

Oscar and I whip our heads when a piercing shriek rings from outside the bakeshop. The girl who screamed ran away, making everyone around her panic and run too.

I stand from my seat by the window, spotting the man across the street. A shiver runs down my spine.

Oscar, who was right behind me, tells me to stay put as he exits the shop. I don't. I follow after him.

"Pedro," Oscar calls and raises a wary hand.

Pedro clenches the handle of his firearm and turns off the safety, "shut up."

"Pedro," I whimper, coming to Oscar's side.

He points the gun to me and grits his teeth, "SHUT UP!"

On instinct, Oscar grabs my arm and pulls me behind him. In turn, Pedro steps onto the road and shakes his head, "DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!"

And as much as I was terrified, still, I circled around Oscar and raised my hands, "Pedro, please-"

Pedro's tears begin to burn down his cheek, "how could you do this to me?! ... with my only friend."

"I know," I shudder as I step forward, "it's all my fault. I-"

"It wasn't her fault-" Oscar yanks be back, walking in front of me, "it was my idea to do this-"

"Oscar," I call.

"-I convinced her to do things with me to make you jealous. It's all-"

"I decided to do those things!" I pull Oscar by the arm, turning to Pedro, "I cried to him about you everyday. He had no choice but to help."

Pedro's brows furrow tightly at the sound of Oscar calling out my name. Oscar and I continue to argue out our guilt.

The only reason we don't get into a fight is because gunshots crack through the air. Oscar and I hunch and huddle together.

Pedro marches forward as he shoots. He empties his magazine.

The next thing I know he's standing in front of us. My heart is racing. My hands are squished in Oscar's. Pedro is still firing his gun even though there were no more bullets left. I watch as the man I loved pulled the trigger on a gun pointed to the sky.

He drops his arm first, then his weapon, then is on his knees.

The man I love called out to his friend, "Pedro-"

"How could you do this to me?" Pedro mutters, eyes gazing upon our feet. He feels his throat constrict as tears drop onto the road, "I love you," he shakes his head, "I would do anything for you," he looks up. His eyes are red and puffy, "how could you do this to me?"

Neither I nor Oscar get to respond as sirens blare and a squad of police come running toward us. We are all ordered to put our hands up. Oscar and I do so and are apprehended. They begin to grow hostile towards Pedro when he does not move an inch from where he knelt.

I watch as three officers apprehend him with way more force than neccessary. They drag him up to his feet so hard his shirt rips. He wasn't even fighting back.

"OI!~ He didn't hurt anyone!" I call to the police around him.

Oscar speaks out, "we're not pressing charges. He didn't do anything."

"Didn't do anything? That man has hurt more people than you can count," the policewoman who had her hand on my shoulder says with contempt.

The policeman by Oscar's side scoffs, "that's the most wanted criminal in Tokyo," he spits to his side, "good fucking riddance."

Pedro is cuffed and sequentially jammed into the back of a police car.

"If you two follow us," the policewoman says, motioning to another police car, "we'd like to take you to the station for questioning."

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