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moonxknightx · 2 years

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- Oscar Isaac x F!Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 --- Fluff :)) ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 --- RPF ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 --- None! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 --- You beg Oscar not to shave his beard after he tells you he has to do it for his new leading role in Moon Knight.

“HEY BABE” Smiled Oscar while entering the bedroom to see you laying in bed with a book in your hand.

“Hey handsome.” You smirked slightly while closing your book, placing it on your nightstand. “How was work today?” You asked Oscar while watching how he took his shirt off.

“It was fun. We finally finished the table reading of Moon Knight today.” Oscar told you while undoing his pants, sliding them off.

“Oh really?” You smiled while patting the empty spot on the edge of your side of the bed.

“Yeah really.” Smiled Oscar while sitting down on the edge of the bed, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You smiled into the kiss while wrapping your arms around Oscar’s neck. “C’mere.” Said Oscar while pulling you into his lap so you were straddling his thighs.

“You are so handsome with that beard of yours.” You smiled while rubbing his beard with your hands. “Yeah about that…” Oscar trailed off while scratching the back of his head.

“What is it babe?” You asked curiously. “Well…” Oscar started, looking down at his lap to avoid your gaze.

“Oscar Isaac look at me.” You smiled while lifting his chin up. “What is it?” You asked again when his eyes met yours.

“Well, now we have finished the table reading of Moon Knight, we’ll probably start filming the show in three weeks.” Oscar explained carefully.

“Yeah? That’s a good thing right?” You chuckled while running a hand through Oscar’s hair.

“Yeah it is! It’s just that the character i’m playing, Marc Spector doesn’t have a beard, which means that i’m gonna have to shave my beard off to fit the character’s appearance, you know.” Oscar explained quietly, scared of how you might react.

Oscar knew how much you loved his beard. Hell, you were nearly obsessed with it. So Oscar had no idea how you would react to the news.

“You can’t shave your beard!” Was the first thing you said while glaring at your boyfriend, Oscar.

“Well i have to, honey.” Chuckled Oscar while giving your hips a little squeeze. “But you look so good with your beard. You can’t shave it off. I won’t let you.”

Oscar chuckled while placing a kiss on your forehead. “First of all, thank you very much. Second of all, i have to shave my beard. It’s for work baby.”

You sighed in defeat while placing your head on Oscar’s shoulder. “I’m sorry baby. But i promise that once i’ve finished filming the show, i’ll grow it back, okay?” Oscar smiled while stroking your back.

“Okay.” You sighed while moving your head up so you could look at Oscar. “So when are you planning on shaving it off then?” You asked with slightly raised eyebrows.

“Now?” It was more a question than a statement which made you rather confused.

“You want to shave your beard now?” You asked with wide eyes. Oscar shrugged while nodding. “Yeah i mean, that way i can already get used to it, you know.”

“This is just great.” You mumbled while getting out of Oscar’s lap. “Are you mad at me?” Asked Oscar with an amused look on his face.

“No of course not. I’m mad at the writers for making you shave your beard off.” You said while folding your arms.

Oscar chuckled while getting up as well. “I know, i’m mad too.” He smiled while placing his hands on your waist, pulling you into a kiss.

“If it makes you feel any better, you can be the one to shave my beard.” Oscar smiled proudly while you rolled your eyes.

“That would only make me feel worse Oscar.” You sighed with a smile on your face.

“Well do you want to do it or not?” Smirked Oscar while folding his arms. “Yes…” You answered quietly, causing Oscar to laugh.

“Alright come on then.” Smiled Oscar while grabbing your hand, pulling you with him towards the bathroom.

“Come here.” Smiled Oscar while grabbing your waist, lifting you onto the sink. You watched how Oscar opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a electric razor.

When Oscar was about to hand it to you, he retreated his hands while giving you a stern look. “Are you sure you know how to do this?” He asked slowly.

“Yes Oscar i know how to shave a beard.” You sighed while rolling your eyes. “Good.” Oscar smiled while handing you the razor.

Oscar reached for your thighs and slowly pushed them apart so he could stand between them.

“Ready?” You asked while turning on the razor. “Yeah, are you?” Asked Oscar with a smirk.

“No…” You answered hesitantly. “Good.” Smiled Oscar while wrapping his hand around your wrist, guiding the razor to his beard.

“Oh god i hate this.” You groaned the moment the razor made contact with Oscar’s beard. “I know, i hate it too.” Sighed Oscar while letting go of your wrist, watching how you started shaving his beard.

“Just close your eyes. It will make it less painful.” You joked while Oscar rolled his eyes at you.

About twelve minutes later, you turned off the razor and placed it on the sink.

“Done.” You sighed while looking at Oscar’s rather naked face. Oscar opened his eyes and his hands immediately flew to his face.

“How does it feel?” You smiled slightly. “Weird and naked?” Answered Oscar with a slight chuckle.

“It looks good on you.” You smiled while staring at your boyfriend. “Really?” Asked Oscar with a raised eyebrow.

“Really. I mean, the beard is still my favorite, but this looks good too. I’m serious.” You smiled while wrapping your arms around Oscar’s neck.

“Thank you baby.” Chuckled Oscar before kissing you. Just when you were about to kiss him back, Oscar’s phone rang from the bedroom.

“Shit, hold on a sec.” Oscar groaned while letting go of you, leaving the bathroom with an annoyed look on his face.

You quickly hopped off the sink and followed after him. You watched how Oscar picked up his phone to see it was Pedro who was face timing him.

“It’s Pedro.” Sighed Oscar while looking at you. “Pick up. He’s your space sister after all right?” You joked while biting back a smile.

“Oh shut up.” Smiled Oscar before answering the phone call. “Hey dude listen, is it okay if i call you back later, i was sort of having a moment with my beautiful girlfriend.” Oscar spoke to the phone while scratching the back of his head.

“Did you shave your beard off?” Asked Pedro through the phone, completely ignoring what Oscar said.

“Yeah i did. It’s for that new role i told you about.” Oscar explained while giving you a quick side glance.

Pedro kept quiet while staring at his phone screen. “Are you okay dude? You’re kinda creepy right now.” Laughed Oscar while motioning for you to come closer.

You walked over to Oscar and wrapped your arms around his waist while staring at his phone screen to see Pedro who either seemed to hold in a massive shit or a fit of laughter.

“Pedro buddy you there?” Asked Oscar while raising his eyebrows. Still no answer.

“Okay if you’re not gonna say anything i’m gonna hang up the phone, so i don’t kno-“

“YOU LOOK LIKE THAT MUPPET I TOLD YOU ABOUT! THE GRUMPY EAGLE! ESPECIALLY WITH YOUR SHAVED FACE AND THOSE EYEBROWS!” Yelled Pedro through the screen while bursting into a fit of laughter.

“What…”

You tried your best to stay serious when Oscar turned to look at you, but unfortunately you failed and joined Pedro in the fit of laughter.

“I’m sorry baby but he’s kinda right.”

Oscar rubbed his forehead in frustration while letting out a deep meaningful sigh.

“I hate you two.”

(A/N): The ending killed me💀

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pinchofhoney · 9 months

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Hi! Congrats on your 400 followers!! 🎉

I would like to request Steven Grant with the letters i) and m) ❤

hiya, thank you so much and thank you for sending request! as steven is my best boy, i hope i did my best and you'll enjoy this as much as i enjoy wrinting it!!<33

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i: i love you how fast do they say the i-word?

Steven is not the type of person to rush into saying "I love you" without being absolutely certain of his feelings. He might be a little hesitant to speak those words out loud because he not only values the depth of vulnerability that comes with it, but also he might be scared of getting hurt. His gentle and considerate nature guides him to pick the perfect moment to express his emotions verbally, wanting it to be a meaningful experience.

But let me tell you about Steven's heart, which is undoubtedly one of the kindest and most caring ones you'll encounter. His love knows no bounds, especially for those he holds dear. It's a love that blossoms in every moment you spend together. When you wake up, he greets you with a warm and affectionate embrace, letting you know how happy he is to start the day with you by his side and as the day unfolds, he finds joy in surprising you with gestures that fill your heart with delight. Perhaps it's a thoughtful text message that brightens your busy afternoon or a surprise visit to your workplace with a homemade meal, just because he knows how much it means to you.

As you spend time together, you'll notice that Steven's affectionate nature is not confined to grand gestures; it's the little things that make all the difference. Whether it's a loving gaze, a gentle touch, or a warm embrace, he makes sure to show you just how much you mean to him every day. It's in those simple, yet meaningful acts of love that his heart truly speaks.

So, even though he might not say "I love you" right away, know that his love for you shines through in every small detail. With Steven, you're enveloped in a cocoon of care and appreciation, where you feel safe, cherished, and truly loved. And when the time is right, when his heart is brimming with the overwhelming depth of his emotions, those three magical words will leave his lips, genuine and overflowing with the sincerity of his heart.

m: morning how are mornings spent with them?

Even though Steven doesn't sleep very well, every morning he ensures it's the nicest one for you. When he's home, he wakes up with a gentle smile, not wanting you to worry about his sleep problems. After cuddles and many affectionate little kisses, he delights you with a cup of your favorite freshly brewed coffee, and despite his own fatigue, he's always enthusiastic about preparing a delicious breakfast, carefully considering your preferences and needs. And let's not forget about Gus the fish! He also gets his long-awaited breakfast along with his daily good morning hello.

After breakfast, Steven surprises you with little notes of encouragement, strategically placed around the house, reminding you of your worth and how much he appreciates you. He goes out of his way to create a peaceful and pleasant ambiance in the home, playing soft music or humming to himself while getting ready for work, making you feel comfortable and cherished.

Despite his lack of rest, Steven remains incredibly attentive and engaged during your morning conversations. He listens intently to what you have to say, never rushing you, and ensuring you feel heard and valued. His caring and affectionate nature brightens up the start of each day, making you feel lucky to have him as a partner.

Even if he's exhausted, Steven takes the time to plan activities or outings after his shift that bring joy to both of you. Whether it's a walk in the park, exploring a new museum, or simply enjoying quality time together, he prioritizes making lasting memories and ensuring your happiness.

Mornings spent with Steven overflow with love, thoughtfulness, and genuine care, as he consistently goes ten thousand steps the extra mile to ensure your day starts positively, despite his own struggles.

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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your camera roll if Oscar Isaac was your boyfriend #8

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peachsteven · 2 years

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Morning

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader; Marc Spector x reader

Warning(s): making out?

Summary: The morning after the n-th date.

Word count: 827

A/N: This is a continuation of this fic but not immediately after. Reblogs and replies are very much appreciated. Hope you enjoy!!! Also, request is open :D

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The beeps of alarm filled my ears as my soul started to return to my body. I reached out, trying to find my phone and turn of that damned thing but all I can feel is warmth.

I opened my eyes to see my hands are on the chest of none other than Steven who was now mumbling something in his sleep. Not wanting to wake him up earlier than he should, I found my phone and turned of the alarm immediately and went back to lay down beside Steven.

He was facing me with his hair all over the place. He used his hand as a pillow whilst his other hand was resting on his stomach. He truly looked like an angel.

I lifted my hand and lay it softly on his cheek, drawing circles there with my thumb, feeling the scruffiness of his stubble. Tracing the highs of his cheekbones, I leaned in to kiss his cheeks. Once I was satisfied, I moved my hand towards his head and played with the unruly set of hair. It was so fluffy and thick with a bit of grey hair here and there. Running my fingers through his locks, untangling any knots found gently.

I noticed he was starting to wake up so I removed my hand from his head but before I could do so, Steven's hand grabbed mine and put it back to where it was.

"No, baby, don't stop," I heard him mumble.

I chuckled at that and continued to play with his hair, shuffling closer to him. The sun was shining through the window, casting a beautiful shine on Steven's face. He was ethereal and I couldn't help myself but to lean in.

It was supposed to be a short peck but a hand on the back of my head stopped me from leaning back. "Can't get enough of me, huh?" He kissed me again.

There was a slight difference in the way Steven was speaking but when he leaned back and opened his eyes and I was immediately lost in those beautiful brown irises.

"Nope, never enough," I leaned in and our lips met again. It was gentle, as per usual how kisses with Steven are but they started to get rougher when he got on top of me.

Not that I didn't enjoy it, but this was the first time we ever made out and no matter how much I liked it, there was still the lingering morning breath between us.

I tapped Steven's shoulder twice and he slowed his kisses down until he stopped on my neck. He looked up at me with confusion written across his face whilst I just smiled back at him.

"What's wrong, baby?"

The shift in his speech was now more noticeable as I was more awake. "Since when did you learn American accent?"

"Been practicing," he shrugged. "Now tell me, why'd you stop?" He was now inches away from my face, with his arms caging me in.

"Morning breath, silly. Let's brush our teeth then we can continue whatever we did back here."

"Whatever?" Steven smirked. I gasped and grabbed a pillow to smack him in the face which caught him off guard. He fell down to the floor with a loud thud as I grimaced. Maybe I hit a bit too hard.

I peeked down from the edge of the bed where Steven was clutching his head.

"Are you okay? Sorry for the unexpected morning energy,"

Steven opened his eyes and looked at me, confused.

"What? Did you hit me, love?"

"Your insinuation is something that will happen but only when I'm ready," I said which made the look of confusion increase tenfold on his face. I tilted my head, confused on why he's confused when he was the one who suggested... Whatever he suggested.

I got up from the bed, lending a hand to Steven, which he took, and led us to the direction of the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror whilst Steven was getting a spare tooth brush for me to use along with some toothpaste. He came next to me and started to brush his teeth while I continued to admire him. I suppose the staring was getting a bit too much because Steven stopped his brushing and asked me if there was anything wrong. I shook my head, got behind him, hugged him from the back and started my own brushing.

We finished our routine and went back to the direction of the bed. I dived in first and made grabby hands at Steven, to which he only chuckled but obliged. He got into my arms and I immediately snuggled into his chest. I got comfortable, putting my leg on his hip and wrapping my arms around his torso. Inhaling in, I was surrounded by the smell of him. Books and woods.

"Thanks for letting me stay over, Steven. Your place feels like home," I snuggled. He caressed my back, making me feel all warm inside and hummed. "Just like you."

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lizispunkk · 7 months

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I’m actually like tripping out bcs what movie is this for 😭(okay guys edit I figured it out someone told me it’s the hand of Dante🤞)

#miguel o’hara blurbs #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #nathan bateman x reader #orestes x reader #poe dameron x reader #steven grant x reader #oscar isaac fluff #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac

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oscarisaacsspit · 1 year

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the cuntery of it all

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justafandomgvrl · 3 months

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#Jake Lockley #Jonathan levy #Nathan Bateman #outcome 3 #Oscar Isaac #Oscar Isaac fluff #Oscar Isaac smut #Headcanons #fluff #smut #poll

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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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