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tower fics are so back baby

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So if you ever have some spare time could you maybe write another bts of where the wild things are, but then whete reader gets injured while filming and she cant move And maybe like apolgizing to everybody and trying not to cry

Luv yaa

Winded

Plot: An accident occurs on set.

Word Count: 1.3K

Pairing: Paul Mescal x Reader, Pedro Pascal x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: injuries/blood warning, sweet "father-daughter" moments, laughter & giggles

a/n: I'm alive, I swear. Stuff will be coming out soon, trust. <3

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“Shit!” You curse, lowering the rifle in frustration. Tommy’s hand rests on your shoulder to ease your tension.

“Hey, don’t get too hung up over it,” Tommy says as you keep your gaze stuck on the small town to see if maybe it comes back out when you spot something completely different. You see a scruffy little girl wandering through the streets in practically rags, ice fills your veins as you see them wander into the diner. Swinging your rifle over your shoulder, you almost hit Tommy in the face as you rush to Red, saddling her quickly.

“Hyah Red!” With a snap of your reins, Red takes off, kicking up some snow, shocking Tommy and Ellie, who quickly mount their horses chasing you.

“Y/n, Stop!” Tommy yells. Ellie yells some pleas for you to stop, but you ignore them, urging Red to go fast as she races down the ridge to the town, leaving them in the dust.

It was a miscalculation on your part, and other factors, and riding a horse through conditions that weren’t suitable. Star, the horse known on the show as Red, slips on an ice-over patch of snow. Trying to control herself while going fast, all it took was for Star to twist to her side, and her equilibrium was thrown off. It happens so fast that you don’t even realize Star is falling to her side as she lets out a cry. You’re flung from the saddle, thankful to miss the massive weight of the horse flipping as well. You’re pretty sure you blacked out, pure adrenaline and survival instinct, kicking in to protect your head when you hit the snowy ground. One second you’re riding to where the set town is, then you’re looking up at the grey skies. Each inhalation feels forced, almost choking to catch your breath, groaning with each inhale. Your ears ring, but you can hear muffled shouts draw near as your gaze remains focused on the sky, unable to move. An unpleasant sound like some forced whine or groan, not realizing it’s coming from you. Something metallic hits the back of your throat; you must have bitten your tongue or cheek during the fall. Part of you yelled at yourself for being so still in this moment and not running in a panic, screaming at you to survive. There was no fear in you as you lay in the snow, as your view of the clouds was blocked by a horde of people.

“Y/n, can you hear me?” A medic most likely says. Shining a small light in your eyes, and you wince, groaning. You feel other hands on your body, probably checking for other injuries. “Pupil's response looks good. Y/n, I need you to take a few good deep breaths. You most likely have the wind knocked out of you.” He says, guiding you to take a deep inhale.

You groan loudly as you inhale, “Fuck….” You whine, your eyes burning, tears sliding down the sides of your face.

“What hurts, Y/n?” He asks, and you hear Craig mumble, “Jesus Christ.”

“Everything….I don’t…think any…anything’s broken.” You wheeze out, and the medic nods.

“That’s good. We've got a stretcher board that we’ll put you on and get you over to the hospital.” He says, and you groan.

“I’m fine. How’s…Star?” You say, but immediately wince as you inhale. The medic gives you a look.

“Y/n, I love you, but shut up. You’re going to the hospital.” Craig says, and you sigh. You know multiple people who were going to be pissed. Once the board is under you, they lift you like you weigh nothing, bringing you over to the stretcher. You feel pathetic seeing the concern and pity looks from the crew as they strap you in. You see Bella standing beside Gabriel, looking utterly distraught.

“I’m fine,” You tell Bella, and they look unconvinced. “This is gonna…be a funny story we’ll…all laugh about.”

“This isn’t fucking funny Y/n,” Bella calls out and you laugh but wince at the pain that runs through you. You didn’t even notice the ambulance was already there right as you were getting loaded in.

“Nobody tell Pedro…or Paul!” You shout as Craig comes in, letting the assistant director take over to join you on the ride to the hospital. Craig still looks worried, like you’re gonna drop dead, and you reach over, grabbing his arm.

“When this…is all over, I need to see that…footage,” you beg. He rolls his eyes, unable to hide the small smirk.

“Only you can find the humor in this shit,” he retorts and you shrug as the paramedic inserts a hand iv and gives you some kind of drugs for the pain.

“While I’m in a fuck…ton of pain. There’s no reason to….cry over this…shit,” You wheeze, “I got decked in the face….for Star Wars…and now I’ve flipped off a horse. I’m dedicated to…the craft.” Craig shakes his head, and even the paramedic in the other seat chuckles at your antics.

“You know Pedro and Paul are going to lose their shit when they find out,” Craig reminds you and you respond with a groan.

“They’re gonna whoop my ass.”

The hospital doors burst open as two men rushed over to the nurses' station in the emergency room.

“Where is she?” Paul demands speed over from the hotel where they are staying, while Pedro rushes from the set when he gets the news.

“Name?” The nurse asks in front of a computer.

“Y/n L/n.” Paul and Pedro say at the same time.

“Your relation?” She questions, looking at the two men over.

Paul, frustrated by that lack of urgency, “She’s my fiancée. Y/n, where is she?”

“Hey, they’re good,” Craig calls out, having appeared out of nowhere. The nurse lets them pass as Craig leads them to your room.

“What the hell even happened?” Pedro asks, taking the more rational approach given that Paul was in the deep end, stressing over his fiancée.

“Patch of ice took out her and Star, then two completed flipped over,” Craig sighs, “She’s lucky as hell, taking that big of a fall with no helmet and not getting crushed.”

The two stop in front of a room, and Paul doesn’t wait a second, bursting in, finding you in bed still dressed in your costume, an IV in your hand, midbite of a sandwich.

“Shit.” You mumble as Paul practically crowds you, looking you all over for any visible injuries.

“You’re gonna give me a fucking heart attack one of these days,” Paul says before giving you a passionate kiss pouring his fear and concern, “Why can’t you just let a stunt woman do the scene.”

You give a goofy smile and shrug, “Cause I look cool as fuck.”

Paul looks over at Craig, given your dumb expression. “They gave her some morphine for the pain. No concussion, thankfully no broken bones, but she’s got a few bruised ribs. She’s gonna be feeling it for the next few days.”

“You should have seen it. I was like, on the horse, then boom, looking at the sky.” You giggle, “Thought I died for a second.” All three men give you a look at your morbid comment.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n.” Pedro pinches the bridge of his nose. Paul sighs, kissing your temple, and you hum at the contact.

“You’re on bed rest. We are limiting your stunt scenes,” Craig says, and you whine.

“Nooo, I have to be cool.” You frown, and Pedro pets your hair back.

“You can be cool watching your stunt woman do your scenes,” Pedro says, and you sigh. Craig heads out, leaving the three of you. Pedro rests his chin on your head while Paul leans against your shoulder. You were everything they were looking for in a friend and lover but holy fuck were you exhausting to deal with whatever trouble you get yourself in.

“I think we need to blacklist you from any action scenes,” Paul says.

Pedro chuckles, nodding, “You need to invest in something less adrenaline-inducing.”

You just hum as you three settle into the comfortable silence.

“Do you guys wanna see the footage someone on the camera team sent me?”

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Hey! This may be a stupid question but did you rewrite some parts of where the wild things are?

I feel like im reading new things lol:)

I have not lol. I got worried for a second, I may have, but nope, it's all the same!

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🚨🚨Yall this is not a drill I turned 21 and my parents got my tickets to see Beyonce this is not a drill I’m actually going to freak out🚨🚨

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iykyk

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how we feeling y'all?

can’t believe i willingly went through this shit again

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Bro they leaked mando and grogu teaser trailer…clan of three girlies something is brewing👀

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So how are we all feeling with the first episode of TLOU season 2…

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Hey 👋🏼, I hope you’re having an amazing day! Quick question, do you plan on continuing where the wild things are when season 2 of tlou comes out? Or are you done with the series entirely? Loveeeee your work!! 💕

Hey! I'm not really sure I'm happy where Where the Wild Things Are right now, and not sure how I can upgrade tlou 2 since it's already amazing. Once the show comes out, I'll see how I feel, but for now, the series is complete. Thanks for the ask!

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Where the Wild Things Are - Epilogue

Epilogue

Plot: Wild men or monstrous infected creatures, the world is wild and ravaged by Cordecyps, but some are raised in it and flourish, becoming a wild thing.

Word Count: 1.1K

Pairing: Joel Miller x Platonic!Teen!Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical fighting/violence, comfort, tw: light description of injuries, mention of trauma from abusive mother, mention description of child neglect/abuse

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The sun is warm on your skin as the summer breeze causes the hair on your arms to rise, but as the cool wind passes, you settle. Your legs dangle over the cliffside that has a clear view of Jackson, the large walls that protect all inside and keep the dangers out. The knife in your hand wittles at the wooden handle of your revolver, carving right below a date.

The drumming of an animal’s approach vibrates the ground before you can hear them on your left side. Your hand tightens around the weapon as you. You see Joel climbing off his horse, taking a moment to pet Red’s snout. You relax your grip, returning to your work carving at the next number. You feel his presence as he sits on your left side despite his right-sided deafness.

“They’re healing nicely,” he hums, and you look at your forearms that were visible from your pushed up sleeves, what once was covered in scars from surviving alone and the trauma of your mother was now covered in an artwork of ink. Vines and greenery wrap around your wrists, traveling up and ending at your biceps. Cat had been careful when handling the healing scars and easily with her skill and Ellie coming up with the design to cover the pain you experience with something beautiful.

You nod. “Cat says I have one more session to get some final bits hidden,” returning your gaze to the revolver in your hands, wiping away the wood shavings revealing the final product. Joel frowns at the dates that line the handle, ‘03/21’ and ‘05/13/25.’ You had explained the first date being when you left your mother, what you know now as the day you were meant to die by the plot she had planned against you. The second is the same date that is written on the memorial in Tommy’s home for your younger sister.

Joel’s hand rests on your shoulder, and you can feel the guilty look on his face. “Kiddo…”

You don’t let him finish. “Where did you go off to?” you question, tucking the weapon to its holster away from his view and shifting to face him more. You see him hesitant to push away the conversation you’ve spent circling with people close to you. He grabs his pack and grunts like it’s extremely heavy, putting it between you both.

“The patrols said that nearby town was picked through but was able to snag some goods that might be worth your wild,” he explains while unzipping his back and pulling out a familiar object. It’s dusty and in decent condition for all these years of ‘Lord of the Flies. ’ A bit of a morbid choice given the circumstances, but you couldn’t deny the intrigue to the topic. You grab the book, tracing the embossing from the hardcover the jacket cover long missing. “Happy birthday, kid,” he whispers, trying not to disturb your silence.

“Not really a kid anymore,” You remind him that you were technically nineteen, an adult, “How did you know?” You would’ve remembered if you had a conversation with Joel about a hobby that was close to you, especially during your times of isolation.

“Ellie may have mentioned a book or two.” he pulls out another book, a title you have read before as a child, and you eagerly look over it, remembering the premise but it being a while since you’ve read it. Joel smiles softly, seeing the quirk of your lips, an almost childlike wonder in your eyes as you take over, pulling out book after book of titles you’ve cared for.

Joel starts putting each book back in the bag to make sure they are damaged, “We can stop by and if there’s anything else you’d want we can bring to Jackson” he looks over at you and your still in your hands one of the last books that was once deep within his bag. Your fingers shake slightly as it traces the title before flipping open the cover and on the inside written in handwriting and spelling that was still learning, ‘propurty of y/n’ you can still remember trying to get any form of attention from your mother before she yelled at you to leave her be throwing this at you to keep you occupied. The content was intense for your young mind at the time, but you would spend hours looking over the pictures, using them as a guide to what the sentences meant. When you left that fateful night, the book was tucked within your bag in case you got bored despite being much too old for it. From Kansas City to Jackson, you assumed it was destroyed when the raiders attacked you, and you haven’t returned since—to know he went there to collect it, to visit where they rest and collect something that stuck with you so long in your childhood.

Joel grows nervous seeing you still deadly quiet, trying to do damage control. “If it’s too much, I can get rid of it.”

“Thank you,” the quietness from you silences him, tears rest on your lashes before you quickly swipe them away and clear your throat, “Thank you Joel.” your voice still thick with emotion.

Joel gives a faint smile and thumbs away a stray tear you missed, and you don’t flinch at the comforting touch, easily welcoming his warmth and care. He looks out as the sun was starting to make its descent behind the mountains and horizon.

“Let’s get you home,” Joel stands holding his hand out, “Maria is cooking up a big meal for you.” You smile at the thought, taking his hand as he pulls you to your feet. He slings the heavy backpack over his shoulder while you grab your pack, still holding the book in your hands. Joel trails ahead, prepping the horses while your gaze over the cover the images no longer vibrant before weathered away with time and suffering.

“Kiddo, you ready?” Joel calls out to you as you still stand on the cliffside, your gaze moves from the man you now call a father, the town down below you call home, the weapon on your hip that holds your guilt, to the book that held your past.

‘Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak’

You weren’t sure you could call yourself a wild thing anymore; there was no reason to be.

“Kid?” Joel, your father repeats himself, and you look back at him. You head to him, putting the book into your pack in its rightful place all those years ago.

“Coming, Dad.”

A/N: And another series is over...This started in April of 2023, and it's now March 2025. I'm in awe of you all for continuing to push me to keep writing. I am incredibly grateful for all the love and support you have given me. I can't wait to put my attention onto another series of mine and let you all see what I have in store. Thank you all again so much for reading this and loving it as much as I have. xx

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Hey there!

I saw that you havent uploaded anything in 2 weeks, i know you are sick!

But girl are you okay lol

Hey so the flu has passed over then I immediately got hit with midterms and projects for school.😵‍💫 I’m hoping next week I can have the time to write and finish some fics to post for yall. I wanna finish Where the Wild Things Are so badly!!

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Vanity Fair

Plot: Vanity Fair returns again to shoot for the upcoming Mandalorian film

Word Count: 1.8K

Pairing: Paul Mescal x Reader, Pedro Pascal x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: sweet "father-daughter" moments, laughter&giggles, just general fluff, reader is a badass

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It’s always a joy to fly out to California for a photo shoot in which you were dying to be involved. You were excited to receive news from your team of another cover shoot for Vanity Fair for the Mandalorian and Grogu with the amazing Annie Leibovitz who did the cover shoot for the Star Wars series in 2022 when you wrapped season three. 

Paul with a clear schedule from productions was working on tagged along with his words, “I get to see my girlfriend and Pedro in action and be on vacation sign me up.”

After a flight and a long sleep at the hotel, you were up and at it earlier at the studio, trapped in hair and makeup. Paul was easily handled by Pedro, who showed up with a later call time and minimal work done in the makeup trailer. Paul looks in wonder at the large virtual soundstage, and it looks like they are on another planet.

“This is insane man,” Paul breathes out spinning in a circle, any kid would freak out thinking they were on a real planet. Pedro laughs as Coco tweaks some stray hairs as the Mandalorian helmet rests on his hip.

“That’s how I felt when I first got on set it’s otherworldy with the build sets then adding this changes the whole environment,” Pedro explains and Paul nods.

“Home sweet home,” You hum strolling onto the set. Paul has to do a double take and Pedro lets out a loud whistle.

“Loving the new hairdo,” Pedro says as you mock gasp pointing at your new short wig. Your hair barely touched your chin in a shag style a big difference from your natural hair and from what he’s seen of the show your character’s.

“This ol’ thing. I originally was gonna cut it short but with Where the Wild Things Are better just to use a wig.” You say and smile up a Paul, “Like the new look?”

You felt so comfortable in your new costume for this film, you loved all of your season’s looks especially season three with your cloak and so glad it continued with this piece. You wore dark pants with padding at the knees, grey boots that stopped right before your knee, a long-sleeved off-white shirt with paneling all down the chest, and sleeves that ombre to a dirty grey, and your favorite part the long tattered brown cloak that comes with a hood. In tune with your character a holster around your belt and hip for your blaster and vibro-knife, plus the buckle where your saber hilt rests.

“Very cool looking and comfortable,” He hums feeling the fabric of your cloak, and you sway allowing the fabric to swoosh around you.

“I got my cloaks and you got your skirts.” You tease at his costuming for his project and he huffs out a laugh.

You and Pedro are called to your places getting a decent view of Paul who stands beside Coco and your hairstylist as you’re guided by Annie to pose. 

“It’s a bit weird knowing you’re under there,” You comment to Pedro who stands beside you as the crew tweaks a few lights, “I’m so used to Brendan or Lateef here.”

You hear the muffled chuckle from him underneath the helmet.

“They should’ve photoshopped my face onto them for this. I could’ve been home sleeping.” He says and you scoff shoving his shoulder making him only laugh louder.

They have this huge wind machine that has your cloak blowing in the breeze and Pedro’s smaller one too. It’s a lot of broody looks with the two of you standing further apart, representing the distance between you. They move to solo shots starting with Pedro as your stylist tweaks strands of hair and powders your face as they replace your hilt for the full LED saber.

“Sick huh,” You smirk at Paul who looks over the detailing in the hilt to the exposed channel that holds the kyber crystal.

“Can you still handle that thing?” He teases and you give him a betrayed look and you hear Coco stifle back a laugh.

“How dare you—” Before you can go off on him you’re called on to replace Pedro who is taking off the helmet coming over.

Pedro gives Coco and Paul a confused look at the determined look on your face as you pass, “What’s up with her?”

“Paul questioned if she can still handle the lightsaber,” Coco says and Pedro gives Paul a shocked look as if the question was aimed at him.

“You know she’s got like five years of training with that thing, it’s practically muscle memory now?” Pedro says as the three of them watch you stand on the sand soundstage posing a glint in your eyes. Pedro elbows Paul in the side, “You’re gonna get it now.”

“Alright can we get a little action from you for both video and photo,” Annie says as the other camera person gets another angle.

“Whatever I want?” You ask and Paul should have noticed the hole he dug himself in. You were about to flame his ass from his comment.

“Your comfort level,” Annie says and you give a slight nod twisting your wrist to twirl the saber lightly. Tracing your foot along the sand to get a solid footing before doing a simple sequence you’ve been honing for a while, especially in this costume piece. You twirl the saber around your body seamlessly to others at a jaw-dropping place, you drag your foot through the sand kicking it up slightly as you start your rotation with your back toward the camera as you let go of the saber a skill you’ve been practicing for months.

Practically half of the crew’s jaws drop including Paul as the blade flips and twirls freely in the air behind your back as you complete your rotation catching it in your non-dominant hand before slicing at the camera. It’s quiet for a bit before someone starts clapping and you smile giving a bit of a dramatic bow catching Paul’s gaze a smug look on your face. Your face screams ‘How’s that for handling it?’

“I think we’re good on those shots and a riveting performance,” Annie says and you smile walking off the set with a bounce in your step. The crew changes the set around as you return the stunt saber to the weapons handler.

Pedro claps you on the shoulder, “Very impressive chiquita?”

“How the hell?” Paul breathes out and you shrug acting all innocent.

“That? Just a little something on the fly,” you shrug, coming over, “Maybe not question someone who has been in color guard since the sixth grade, where these skills are a cakewalk.” You press a kiss to his cheek before heading off to change into your next costume. Paul watches you walk away, talking casually to your stylist, and he can feel gazes on him, seeing both Pedro and Coco giving him knowing looks.

“Damn, she’s got you whipped,” Paul’s face flushes red as Pedro let out a full-body laugh and Coco has to hide her laughter behind her hand.

The rest of the shoot was so much fun especially when the Grogu puppet was brought on set to get ‘family’ portraits done. It was always fun being with Pedro, but the two of you were never able to act seriously on set. After a few hours, you wrapped heading back to the makeup trailer to return to normal.

“Ugh, my hair was screaming to be freed,” You say massaging your scalp as you walk up to Paul who is waiting at a crafty table. He smirks seeing your very casual attire, your hair out from under all the pins and wig caps a bit messy in some jeans and one of his graphic tees.

“You always gonna steal my shirts,” He pulls at the hem of his shirt and you grin up at him.

“They are so comfy and better than mine,” You comment and he rolls his eyes while taking your hand as you head to the car.

“Pedro invited us out to dinner tonight,” He brings up and you hum letting your hands swing as you walk. It’s silent between you two until he looks down at you, “Should I be scared of your quietness?”

You just hum and he can see a teasing glint in your eyes, “Oh nothing just thinking that if Tiya and Lucius were in a fight I would whoop your ass.” That has Paul laughing.

“I love you but I highly doubt you would beat Lucius.” He comments.

“I’m a jedi!” You retort and he shakes his head,

“Even without the force, she’s facing a twenty-four gladiator and your character is what eighteen?” Paul laughs the competitiveness in him coming out a bit, “Lucius would destroy you.”

“In this film, she’s twenty-one so it’s only three years difference, and even without the force Tiya has better swordsman skills than Lucius,” You point out before whipping out your phone, “Nah I need a fucking poll cause I know she would whoop his ass, hell everyone in that film. If you had her in Gladiator that film would’ve been over in seconds.” Paul laughs as you speedily type up a poll before posting it on your Instagram.

“They are probably gonna say you 'cause they love you more,” Paul comments opening the car door for you before coming around the other side.

“No, I told them to think fairly, a fight on strength and skill no powers from Tiya.” You comment already seeing the polls shifting between the two some defending Tiya and other Lucius. “I think if either of our characters got into a fight that didn’t end in blood Tiya would probably find Lucius intriguing.” Your comment has Paul smirking as he reverses out of the parking spot.

“A jedi with a gladiator how scandalous,” He grins and you giggle.

“I mean she likes her men that can fight so most likely but Lucius is too devout for his wife to think of other women,” Your comments make him groan slightly cursing his character.

“Well I hope Lucius heals to allow him to pursue other women cause Tiya would be right up his alley,” The car gets at a red light and he turns to face you leaning closer, “Good with a sword, strong, deadly…beautiful.”

You lean in over the center console as his eyes dart quickly at your lips before making eye contact. A tension holds between you just a breath away.

Your hum sweetly makes his gaze darken, “The light’s green.” The car honks behind him has him grumbling under his breath as he focuses on the road. You laugh leaning over and pressing a kiss to his jawline.

“Let’s get home huh, gladiator?”

“Whatever you want, jedi.”

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I’m gonna warn yall there might be a delay on where the wild things are epilogue. I got the flu and when I went to urgent care I fully passed out and now forced on bed rest.

Sooooo now I’m drugged up on meds and sleeping the days away. I promise as soon as I’m back to working conditions I will post that shit!

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BTS: Where the Wild Things Are

Plot: An audition leads to unforgettable moments on a hit show.

Word Count: 6.3K

Pairing: Paul Mescal x Reader

Warnings: fake fight scene, protective Paul and Pedro, fluff, potential spoilers to Where the Wild Things Are [read here]

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The cityscape was something you welcomed, honking traffic, people shouting in the streets, and the chaos and beauty that came from living in New York. Your partner on the other hand was still adjusting, having moved in about 4 months ago. In that time so much has occurred, hosting SNL, attending premieres for films you both starred in as well as attending award shows that you had the honor of presenting an award at one. The most recent event that passed was the Met Gala and your birthday was now on the latest agenda. You hear the front door unlock over the light music and traffic from outside before clicking shut.

“I got bagels for the birthday girl,” Paul calls out coming from the entryway to find you curled up on the couch watching Hannibal the last show on your binge list. He comes from behind the sofa and you pause to lean back and look at him upside down as he gives a charming smile.

“How was your run babe?” You ask accepting the sweet kiss he gives before coming around easily sinking into the couch. His headphones around his neck, he’s dressed in a cap, a sleeveless t-shirt, and those shorts he loves.

“I found this runner’s route about 3 miles and got to see some of the sights around here before I got hungry for food,” He says while pulling out the two sandwiches, “Made sure it was an everything bagel before I left.” He passes yours over you smile quickly feasting on the treat.

“Wow my order is finally right, it’s a birthday miracle.” You tease and he rolls his eyes eating his sandwich.

“Ran into these two nice girls as I was leaving and got a picture they also said happy birthday. I was surprised they even recognized me.” He comments and you poke with your free hand his bare sweaty thigh.

“It’s those damn shorts, they’re a magnet to any Paul Mescal fan in a 20-mile radius.” Since he moved into your cozy apartment in Greenwich Village those shorts have become a staple in his New York City lifestyle. You’ve never seen more paparazzi photos of him in shorts since he moved here.

He smirks leaning close to you, “Are these shorts a magnet to you?” He flirts as he raises a brow only making you snort. The moment is cut off by your phone ringing seeing it is a call from your agent. Paul groans at the name, “Don’t they know it’s your birthday that means no work.”

“Oh hush, they’re probably calling to say happy birthday,” You say getting up to enter the home office. You knew most likely it was that but also something you’ve been sorta keeping from Paul and also Pedro and Bella. So during that interview, the year prior involving a certain video game that had a book it was mentioned of a potential fan-casting involving you. You joked about being involved just to appease the fans of the hit show. It was only after the Emmys with your win that news came out of the hit video game book Where the Wild Things Are was being adapted into a spin-off series from The Last of Us. Immediately the world blew up, with fan-casting and speculations of when what, and who. You were excited to see a novel you enjoyed being adapted but it was only when you got an email sent from your agent and told to record a self-tape that you recognized the scene and what was being asked of you. That was a month ago when you sent in the tape and it was only this week you heard back that you got the job. Luckily Paul was busy with his projects and promotions so it was easy to be at virtual meetings or having to fly out to LA for negotiations with The Last of Us team and your team under the guise of negotiation for the latest Star Wars film you were meant to start in.

“Hey Cathy,” You answer while closing the office door behind you.

“Happy birthday Y/n I hope you’re enjoying your day,” She greets you.

“It’s been good relaxing, definitely mentally preparing myself for whatever Paul and Pedro have planned for tonight.” That makes her laugh. It was good with everyone in the city for the Met Gala they planned to remain for your birthday. It was all planned out with spending the day with your childhood friends the day before as a pre-celebration. You weren’t sure what they had planned but with Pedro involved it could only be as crazy as your twenty-first.

“Well be safe tonight, but I just got off the phone with Jeanine. She says Craig and Neil are all good on their end with the paperwork. We’ll send you an email in regards to obtaining your script and any upcoming schedule. News of your casting will be drafted up soon to be published,” She says and you smile, “But tonight enjoy your night with your friends and family.”

“Thank you so much, Cathy. Guess now is a better time than ever to tell them I auditioned and got it.” You hear her gasp on the other line.

“You haven’t told them you auditioned?!” You shrink pacing the office looking over the collage you have on the wall at your desk. Photos of your friends and family, but also photos on sets, from your earliest projects to even now. Your favorite is of you and Paul in Malta exploring the city together. You had tried getting a nice photo of the two of you until a kind couple offered to take it for you. You guys weren’t even looking at the camera as it's taken mid-laughter, your head thrown back mid-laugh while Paul has a cheesy grin having just told a joke to get you to smile.

“I was gonna tell them when I knew I got a callback, then it just felt right to surprise them. So now here we are, I’m gonna see them all tonight so best time to tell them.” You say with a laugh and you hear her sigh on the other end.

“Well enjoy your night and congrats again!”

When your friends and family let your boyfriend and second father-figure to plan your birthday you had to know they had something crazy planned. When you first got with Paul your birthday was only shortly after you made it official so you didn’t do anything insane with him. You guys had a nice dinner with live music together and he got you a gift card to one of your favorite stores. But with you know a year together and knowing each other you’re not sure what he has in mind.

It was immediately swept away by your glam team who completely pampered you with your favorite rituals, cocktails, and Frank Ocean. Elvira keeps your hair in its natural style leaving it down, René creates this sultry look with accents of pink glitter across your lids.

“Guys what hell,” You gasp when Juliano reveals a gorgeous pink set from Brielle that you’ve been dying to wear, from the lace leggings, the asymmetrical mini skirt, the off-the-shoulder gloved top with squared jewels as the button of the opening at your wrists and on the skirt, to the scarf with a large gem buckle. Even down to a new pair of shoes that match perfectly.

“Don’t look at us, this is all your lovely boyfriend’s doing we just made sure it was in your measurements,” Juliano says and your eyes start watering up about to cry.

“No! None of that I just did a sickening eyeliner just for you to ruin it!” René scolds you fanning your tears away and you force yourself to suck them back.

“I’m sorry okay,” You take a deep breath before giving a big smile, “I’m all good I swear no tears I promise.”

The three of them pull you into a hug, “Alright go get dressed, enjoy tonight!” Juliano says pressing kisses to your cheeks.

You give them all looks, “You have any idea what those two have planned?” They all give devilish smiles completely aware.

“We have been sworn to secrecy for this,” Elvira locks her mouth before throwing away the key. You groan making the three laugh before they all head out to let you get dressed. Deciding to add a pair of square diamonds to match the whole ensemble when you hear a knock on the door.

“Come in,” You call out seeing from the reflection Paul enters freshly showered and dressed in a casual black suit the first few buttons undone. You can see him drinking up your appearance as he slowly stalks over as you put in one of your earrings.

“Hi, handsome.” You smile as his hands rest your hips pressing featherlight kisses across your shoulder slowly creeping up to your neck. “Thank you for the outfit.” He just hums continuing his path of kisses you hear him inhale slightly the scent of your perfume as you put your other earring in.

“I kinda regret planning this whole elaborate birthday night,” He mutters into your skin and you can feel his body heat against your back fully pressing up against you wrapping you up in his arms, “Just wanna rip these clothes off and give your birthday gift.” He bites at the crook of your neck drawing a gasp mixed with a laugh from you.

“Down boy,” You spin in his arms leaning against your dresser letting your fingers twirl the curls at the base of his neck, “As much as I would enjoy your gift. I intend to take this pretty outfit out at least once to celebrate my birthday with our friends and family before you quote ‘rip these clothes off’ end quote.” That makes Paul chuckle pressing a kiss to your lips before sighing and resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Fine let’s go see all our friends and make you happy,” He grabs your hand and guides you out of your apartment.

You laugh as you follow after your sulking boyfriend, “Don’t act like you’re not gonna enjoy whatever crazy shit you and Pedro planned.” You're unsure whether to be excited or scared about what they have planned.

It started with a nice dinner just between the two of you. Nothing too crazy a simple romantic dinner with a drink or two. You were getting nervous as the night continued letting Paul lead you through the streets constantly glancing at his watch for the time.

“You’re making me nervous, Paul, " you say as you cross the street, your heels clacking against the pavement. You hold his arm, guiding him out of the way of other people walking, his gaze glued to his phone.

“We’re here!” He stops abruptly in front of a building that looks very pretty. He leans you inside before speaking briefly to the receptionist who scans you in before entering an elevator and pressing the roof floor.

“Paul, what do you have planned?” You give him a questioning look as the floor number increases and he only gives a bright smile.

“Don’t worry,” He presses a kiss to your temple as you reach the top floor exiting and are immediately bombarded by loud confetti cannons go off as you both turn the corner.

“Surprise!” A chorus of people shocked to see so many people there, your family, college friends, coworkers, actor friends, and people from all aspects of your life. The entire place is decked out in decorations, an open bar, and a DJ playing your favorite songs. There’s a cheesy grin on your face spotting Pedro beside Oscar Issac with party blowers in their mouths. A good portion is reuniting with people you haven’t seen over music and drinks, finally making your way to your core group. Bella practically tackles you with a hug most definitely a few drinks.

“Happy birthday gorgeous,” They cheese and you return an exactly as bright one.

Pedro quickly gives a bear hug pressing a kiss to your temple. “Happy birthday chiquita.”

Bella claps their hands, “Wait picture!” they pull their phone out and you roll your eyes striking a peace sign while Pedro gives a kissy face. Paul stands beside Bella laughing at your antics. The beginning of ‘Thinkin' Bout You’ by Frank Ocean comes on and you grin.

“I love this song,” You start dancing but Bella shakes their head.

“No hold still the last one was blurry,” Holding up their phone you return to your pose with Pedro, how you didn’t spot the mischievous looks on their faces until it was too late.

“A tornado flew around my room before you came,” Frank Ocean's live voice comes through the speakers and your jaw drops. Immediate laughter from them and cheers from those around you as you whip around to see the DJ booth behind you. “Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain in South California.” There he was in all his glory Frank fucking Ocean singing at you.

“Holy Shit!” You scream fangirling at this point. You cover your face with your hands in shock, feeling someone come from behind pulling your hands down.

“Happy birthday,” Paul whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss. You’re glad he held you as you sang along, or you probably would’ve collapsed. You’re practically floating once he finishes, wishing you a happy birthday, hugging you, and taking a picture! Fourteen-year-old you can die happily now.

“How the fuck did you do that,” You ask still in awe cradling the custom birthday cocktail made for you. They had pulled out all the stops.

“Pedro cashed in a favor to Omar who’s friends with him,” Paul says and you spot Pedro over with his singer friend Omar Apollo who is speaking to Frank.

“Paul this is insane…like this has to be the best birthday ever.” You say.

Oscar comments in passing, “Better than your twenty-first?” That makes you burst out laughing. The infamous 21st birthday was one in the history books even if you have zero memory of it, only videos and photos serve as it.

“Seriously this is ridiculous. I love you so much.” You kiss him and he doesn’t reject answering it in kindness.

With more music and drinking the party was well celebrated but soon winded down with your core group and family there. You were sorting through the gifts received as music plays.

“Shut up P, the fuck is this?” You laugh holding what looks like a bouquet but instead of flowers, it is gift cards taped onto sticks.

“A bouquet of gift cards duh,” He says while sipping his beer, “All your favorite places from father number 2.” That makes your parents laugh and your father claps Pedro’s shoulder.

You put the gift off to the side, “Thank you, Pedro these will be gone in the week.” Paul rubs circles on your shoulder as you lean into him.

“I have something for you as well,” You look at him surprised.

“Paul you're kidding, right? You’ve already done so much tonight.” He shakes his head getting up.

“You’re my girlfriend. You think I’m not going to get you a gift. Now close your eyes” he says before heading off behind you. Bella and your sister make gagging noises and your mother shushes them.

“Paul if it’s a dog or something like that. I am not ready to be a mother,” your comments make the others laugh. Paul's chuckle comes close again and you hear the clunk of something resting on the outdoor coffee table.

“Okay open.” Opening your eyes you see a case immediately recognizing the familiar shape.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Paul teases as you frantically fumble to open the latches with your gloves revealing a gorgeous caramel acoustic guitar. Pulling the guitar out of the case someone moves it to the side looking over how beautiful it is.

“This is exactly what I wanted.” You look over at Paul with teary eyes and he swipes a stray one before it falls, “Thank you.” You pull him into a hug and you hear your mother coo to your father at the two of you.

“That's so sweet of you Paul.” She smiles as you pluck at the strings already in tune.

“Funny enough, I have something to tell you all,” you say resting the guitar to the side. A bit of nervousness crosses your face being around your closest people.

“You're pregnant.” Your sister blurts out making your parents gasp, Bella’s eyes widen, Pedro half spits out his drink and Paul chokes on his.

“No!” You see those all around you sag in relief, “I am very much not pregnant you just saw me drink all night.”

“Oh yeah.” Your sister nods forgetting that key detail.

“Like I was saying,” You give her a look before continuing, “I’ve been holding onto this news for a bit waiting for the right moment and if it was all confirmed. I auditioned for a television series and they hired me as the lead.”

“Oh sweetie that’s great.” Your mother squeezes your hand and your father nods in agreement.

“That’s amazing kid,” Pedro says and Bella nods excitedly.

Paul squeezes your arm a wide grin on his face. “That’s incredible babe.”

“What show is it?” Your sister asks those around you nodding in wonder. You try to suppress a grin as you speak.

“It’s an HBO series…called The Last of Us: Where the Wild Things Are.”

There’s a beat of silence before absolute chaos.

“We’re gonna be working together?!” Bella jumps up and down shaking a shell-shocked Pedro’s arm.

“You’re gonna be a part of The Last of Us. Oh my god, my friends are gonna freak,” Your sister screeches. Your father tries calming her down.

Your mother cries, “Oh my god honey that’s wonderful,”

Paul is just staring at you who has a sly grin across your face. “It worked out getting the guitar. I was gonna buy one to start practicing.” You shrug smugly and he just laughs shaking his head.

Your family’s reaction to the news was well-received; once it was revealed to the public, it was an explosion in media. The other projects worked on leading up to the shooting were filled with questions about this spin-off show from such a hit series. It was stressful once you got to shooting balancing being in Calgary and then flying down to California for The Mandalorian and Grogu but your team made it all possible. While you already knew some of the cast through Pedro and Bella, working on it was a completely different experience. The crew and cast were all so welcoming having these new components added to their production.

“This is weird,” Pedro says when he sees your new hair for the first time. You flash him a look. “I’m not going to be able to recognize you with your new hair.” You laugh alongside your hairstylist as she tweaks some flyaways.

“I hope you can recognize me I’m meant to be your daughter,” Craig and Neil had reached out on your opinion about dying your hair to make Pedro minus the grey aging and you had been completely on board. You weren’t concerned about getting your hair to that dark brown that would match your co-star and were honestly excited about the transformation.

“How has Paul reacted to this change? " he asks as you head to the wardrobe together.

“He likes it, definitely pushed the allegations of me being your long-lost child,” You say with a laugh and Pedro gives a concerned look.

“I don’t think I could’ve handled a child at twenty-five I could barely handle myself.” He has the most concerned look on his face just imagining being a father and you laugh.

You see two men before you one you recognize as the man you let go, Trevor or whatever the fuck his name was. The other next to him you’ve never seen but the two did look like similar brothers maybe. The revolver is aimed at the Travis guy you do know and you see the older man raise his rifle at you while the man with the gun pointed at him makes no move with his own. “I fucking told you I would kill you if I saw you again.” You hiss trying to shift your weight letting a hiss from the burning pain in your side. Thomas looks down at your side and sees your hand pressed against its blood soaking the fabric.

“You’re hurt.” He takes a step forward and your finger rests on the trigger while the other man has a clear shot at you, “Drop the gun girl.” The older man hisses and you barely glance at him as you speak.

“You’re in my fucking house dickwad don’t tell me shit.” You say before you open the chamber showing there are no bullets left, “If you’re here to get your shit back, it’s all gone or used to kill this fuckers.” You wave the empty gun to show the damaged room and the two bodies that are with you.

“Like I said before, get the fuck out of here and let me die in peace. Better yet toss me a bullet and let me finish the job.” You spat leaning your head back against the wall, waiting to hear them leave or maybe give you a way to bite the bullet.

At that moment you shift, acting as if you were bleeding out when your back seizes and you’re unable to hide the true pain.

“Holy fuck my back is seizing,” You yelp, and Pedro and Gabriel break and you can hear the laughter from the crew and camera team. “Y’all this isn’t fucking funny I’m literally dying.” You hear Craig yell cut and Pedro comes over to your hand desperately grabbing a section of your lower back.

“Jesus kid way to make us feel old as hell,” Pedro says before helping you lay down fully on the ground instead of propped up in the corner.

“You guys need to kill me I can’t deal with this,” You’re left at the mercy of Pedro who doesn’t hesitate taking embarrassing photos of you stuck on the ground that ended up as a y/n on the floor meet and greet. The internet found it very hilarious to see a picture of Pedro, Craig, and Neil all posed above you as you give a double middle finger from the floor.

With Paul working on his projects it was a bummer not having him around, especially with the time differences it was either staying late up at night to be able to talk with him briefly before you crashed or the other way around. So when he had breaks between productions he had flown to Calgary to visit you and see you in action on set. When he first saw you on set was during the fight sequence between Derek and the other boys. There were lots of pauses given this fight ends pretty bloody in the end. The SFX team dabs a bit of blood from the cut on your temple and makes sure the blood looks fresh on your knuckles.

“Awww aren’t you so pretty,” Bella coos standing beside Isabela who plays Dina while in the scene but not as active just witnessing the fight break out. Pedro and Paul stand more off to the side since he is needed in the scene. You smile at them with your split lip as they finish up your makeup letting you pop in a capsule as the actor playing Derek finishes up.

“Alright camera and sound roll,” Craig calls out from video village as you shake out your hands hoping to get the blood rushing as your scene partner smirks, “Action!”

Seeing Derek with blood pouring down his nose fire in his eyes as he holds his fists up.

“You fucking bitch!” He hisses and blood coats your teeth as you grin more sliding down your temple and you bring your fists up waving at him to come at you. With a roar, he swings a fist and you dodge landing a shot right at his kidney. A sharp gasp from the sudden pain as his hands go to grab his side not able to block his face as you drive your fist forward. The punch brings him to the ground as you pin him down your fists slamming into his face and beating the crap out of him.

He lands on the crash mat while you land behind camera taking a knee while he’s fully on his back. “Cut!” Craig calls out as the crew gets to switching things around for the new setup as you pull your scene partner to his feet. Sauntering over to Paul and Pedro off to the side as your assistant helps pull your parka at least around your shoulders keeping you warmer than the thinner coat your character wears.

“I don’t know how you like all that stunt works,” Pedro complains from his chair with Paul sitting beside him in your seat, “Makes me want to kill myself.” That draws a chuckle from you and Paul.

“I find it fun. It’s like my personal stress reliever,” You say unaware of the mildly concerned looks from Paul and Pedro.

“That sounds mildly concerning…” Paul says from beneath his scarf. Compared to most on the crew he was bundled up the most from a thick parka, gloves, a heavy-duty scarf, beanie, and probably layered up underneath.

“You all cozied up babe?” You tease and you can see his eyes roll his nose a flush to it from the cold.

“I don’t know how all of you aren’t fucking freezing,” Paul shudders as the wind blows onto the set.

“Well honestly I’m sweating from this scene so I’m protected,” You comment.

“How are you handling the New York cold,” Pedro questions.

You laugh loudly, “He hasn’t experienced it yet, currently, his attire is t-shirts and shorts. I’m surprised you even wanted to come up when it’s so much nicer back home.”

“I wanted to see you, of course, I’d deal with this cold for you,” He says, pressing a kiss gently so as not to touch the blood. You give a big smile and both Paul and Pedro grimace, “I completely forgot your mouth was bloody that was frightening.”

“Would you still like me if I looked like this?” You question.

“I think I’d be concerned why you’re beaten but yes I would still date you,” Paul confirms and you’re called back onto the set.

Whenever Paul was able to visit your spirits and energy on set were doubled. Even the day before he would arrive you’d have a skip in your step the only thing on your lips, “Did you guys know Paul is coming?” “Paul’s flight gets here in about 4 hours.” “I’m so excited to see Paul.”

It was so nice filming and not worrying about the snow as the majority of the show takes place during the winter. You had the absolute joy of meeting and working alongside the two young actresses performing the younger version of your character and Lila your half-sister. The two girls were sisters so it was plenty of fun meeting them during the read-throughs and them coming on set the first time. Your younger counterpart Haley, and your half-sister Deliah were absolute gems and the three of you grew quite attached. Even when you didn’t have shoot days coming in to see Haley, only twelve destroyed her performances and kept her occupied during breaks much to her parent’s delight. With Deliah, it was such an easy bond with this young eight-year-old playing on sets, and having lunches together. Pedro with his father figure magnet quickly pulled the two girls under his wing and his welcoming personality those kids ate it up. There was one picture you treasured during a rehearsal for the playground scene where she sees Joel again after joining her parents. Deliah has taken the rehearsal as an opportunity to play given the context of the scene. Haley had been on set that day for a costume fitting and to see her little sister, so when the crew found you, Haley, Pedro, and Deliah on a couch in a greenroom all passed out the teasing and photos pursued. Your head rested on Pedro’s shoulder with his head on top of yours, Delilah on your lap curled up into your chest, and Haley on Pedro’s side tucked under his arm asleep against him.

Some set days were better than others, especially given the topic and character development she goes through. You thought it was a skill to be able to deeply dive into these characters to create an authentic performance but sometimes it felt like a curse how it had started to take its toll against you.

“Kids go,” Joel says and Jesse and Dina nod, starting to trail away he sees Ellie look at him hesitant before she too leaves. Joel takes a step into the clearing, the crunch of snow makes you whip to face him and he raises his hands like taming a wild beast. Your chest heaves as you eye him with sharp panicked eyes. Tears stream down your flushed cheeks as you continue making that pained noise.

“I’m not gonna do anything kid,” Joel says calmly as one of your hands that grips your hair moves to your flannel clutching your collar as if it’s choking you. Joel rushes as you drop to your knees with an unhuman cry like this tidal wave of emotions finally takes over. He pries your blood hand from your hair to stop harming yourself allowing you to death grip his sleeve as you scream this gut-wrenching sound. Joel squeezes you close to his chest as your screams muffle in his coat soon it turns into a heartbreaking whimper. He has to look up to the sky to blink back the burn in his eyes holding you close to him, his hand stroking your hair to soothe you.

“It’s okay…I got you,” He says as you tremble in his hold, weak sobs and hiccups as you break down.

“Cut!” Craig calls out and Pedro pulls back and is a bit surprised seeing you’re still crying this time with your head in your hands.

“Kiddo….Chiquita,” Pedro calls out to you softly, his hand stroking your back before flashing a concerned look to Craig who quickly understands the situation.

“Let’s take ten!” He yells to the crew who look in concern at you crying with Pedro trying to soothe you but their instruction from their boss offering semi-privacy.

“Y/n you’re okay,” He whispers, “Breathe.” He forces you to notice your erratic breathing pattern borderline a panic attack. A PA rushes over with a foldout chair and some water which Pedro quickly takes. He helps guide you to sit instead of being in the cold snow, your breaths shaky but follow his calming voice. It didn’t take long for Paul who happened to be on set that day to come running over with your assistant hot on his heels. Practically skidding to his knees Paul replaces Pedro who stays by your side rubbing a strong hand up and down your back.

“Baby, what happened?” Concern in his eyes as he holds your face wiping away the tears that slide down your face. “You’re alright, you’re safe with all of us.”

“I’m sorry,” You hiccup, swiping at your face and smearing some of the fake blood on your face. Your breathing had significantly calmed still a stutter with each inhale, “Oh my god this is fucking embarrassing,” You curl up into the chair and the three people around you immediately disagree with your comment.

“Stop it you just got in your head a bit, you’re alright,” Paul reassures you, cracking open the water bottle for you, helping you take a sip until you take over drinking to hydrate yourself. Paul nods to your assistant and they head over to speak to Craig and the team. “You’re okay baby, take your time.”

“I thought you were crying because my acting was that bad,” Pedro comments and that makes a smile cross your face and a light giggle. His hand squeezes your shoulder, “Take your time kid until you’re ready. You nod grateful for them and the crew. After a minute or so of drinking enough water that you don’t feel dehydrated, you nod letting them know you were good.

Craig comes over, “Are you good to go? We can give you more time.” You are grateful for his concern and you shake your head.

“Thank you but I’m good to go, I’m so sorry for that I just got so far in my head for the scene,” You apologize and Paul shush you while Craig gives you a look.

“Don’t apologize, we wanna make sure you’re good. It’s a complex role I can understand getting that deep in that headspace.” He says before heading to the crew as they prepare.

“Are you sure you’re good,” Paul looks you over, swiping away stray tears at your waterline.

“I’m good I’m sure thank you,” You promise him and he nods, pressing a quick kiss letting you know he was there for you.

“I love you,” He says and you respond in kind. Paul heads off camera though staying near in case you needed him. Both you and Pedro return to the ground and he squeezes your shoulder as a reassurance before you two hop back into the emotional scene.

You and Paul sit at one of the lunch tables watching Haley and Deliah being chased around by Pedro. The two young girls squeal as they weave through tables too fast for him as he takes breaks to catch his breath.

“Jesus Christ they’re fast,” Pedro hunches over his hands on his knees as Bella laughs from their seat. Delilah rushes over to you and Paul.

“Hide me!” She yells and you let the two girls crawl underneath the table hidden behind your knees as Pedro comes over with a playful look.

“Hmmm, I wonder where Haley and Deliah are..” He stalks by your table and you can hear the muffled giggles from underneath.

“I guess I have to take Y/n hostage!” He grabs you and you play into the bit getting up from the table.

“No! Someone help me!” You fight against Pedro as he laughs like an evil villain and you hear a faux gasp from Paul as the girls pop up from under the table.

“Y/n!” They cry out rushing over to save you. Haley jumps onto Pedro’s back and he acts like it wounded him deeply while Deliah pulls you away.

“Oh no you defeated me,” Pedro closes his eyes and Haley rushes over to you.

“We saved you!” The two cheer and you smile dropping to your knees letting the two girls hug you.

“Oh my heroes what would I’ve done without you!” You praise them and the two girls are already thinking up a new game when their mother calls for them to lunch. They groan that the fun is over but listen rushing over to their mother yelling goodbyes to you all. Returning to your table Paul has a very gentle look though his mind is a bit elsewhere.

“All good?” You ask leaning against him and returning to your food and he nods, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Yeah, you’re just good with kids.” He says and you smile up at him. You were always good with everyone but seeing you, especially around children or younger fans you have such a light to you. Speaking at their level instead of above them willing to talk about what runs through their active minds. Any other person wouldn’t sit and have an hour-long discussion with an eight-year-old about what crayons would look best for their picture but you would.

“I always liked kids. Even as a kid I also wanted a younger sibling to look at so I always loved spending time with my younger cousins or my friends’ young siblings.” You hum taking a sip of your water, “I’d want them someday, they would be so cute as babies then growing up I would spoil them rotten.”

When you talked about children he pictured you as an amazing mother, teaching your kids to respect others but also themselves, nurturing and loving them with everything in your being. As he pictured these kids running around they shared a mixture of features from both you and himself. Would they have his eyes and your hair, maybe your smile but his humor?

“You’d be a good mom to them.” He says and that makes your insides all warm as you press a kiss to his cheek.

“You’d be a good dad to them too.” He looks at you in a bit of shock, surprised that you imagine that life. With the kids and raising them but with him as their father. A smile grows on his face and you laugh at the flush that crosses his face.

“I think we should have two.” He says with all seriousness and you laugh out loud in shock but he keeps pushing, “Keep it even so one is too lonely and three is an uneven number for everything.” He had thought this all out for your imaginary family together.

“Christ Paul I’d need a ring first before even thinking about a kid.” You chuckle keeping the air light but he just nods at you, his face sincere but certain.

“I can do that.”

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Where the Wild Things Are - Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen: Daughter

Plot: Wild men or monstrous infected creatures, the world is wild and ravaged by Cordecyps but some are raised in it and flourish becoming a wild thing.

Word Count: 4.2K

Pairing: Joel Miller x Platonic!Teen!Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical fighting/violence, comfort, harsh language, tw: description of intense injuries, trauma from abusive mother, description of child neglect/abuse

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They keep sayin' that I ain't nothin' like my father But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars If you cross me, I'm just like my father I am colder than Titanic water

Joel felt his heart so far up in his throat as he and Tommy rode off towards the cabin just like all those months ago but for a different reason. He wasn’t sure what they were going to come upon. Then gunfire fills the air, sending a chill down both Millers’ spines, spurring their horses faster. When Red appeared out of the blue Tommy quickly wrangled the creature as Joel speeds ahead. He didn’t know what those gunshots meant but he only hoped he would still find you breathing. The dense forest opens up to the large clearing where the cabin resides, Joel snaps the reins harsher on his horse to send him flying over the hillside. He only got seconds to take in the still-destroyed cabin, two dead bodies, and you on your knees with a pistol against your head.

“Y/n!” He screams right as you pull the trigger, it seems like a blur seeing you drop to the ground and he lands harshly on his feet as he dismounts his horse only one thought in mind. You were dead he watched his daughter kill herself. Until he sees you roll over and start crying in pain he sprints seeing you try and reach for the pistol but he kicks it far away. You’re caked in grime and blood but the side of your head has a deep graze blood pours steadily from it. Joel rips off his flannel pressing it to the side of your head as you cry out in pain but sadness.

“You’re okay baby girl. I got you,” He mumbles holding you in his arms. You try struggling against him your ears ringing in from the damage caused to them and the wound on your temple.

“Why!” You cry and he holds you to his chest as you run out of energy. Tommy appears over the hillside unlike Joel having more time to process the scene. Your mother’s mutilated infected body and his stomach churn at the violent death, Lila lays by the pond blood still flowing steadily from her head the water turns red, and there is his brother and it seems like they are back years ago seeing his brother clutch the body of his niece. Tommy walks closer ready to pull Joel away from the sight but practically falls over grabbing his knees to calm his racing heart. Joel soothes you tears in his eyes as you cry into his chest, part of the flannel pressed to your head damp with blood and tears. You were alive.

It seems like hours of the three of you being in the field Joel soothing you until you passed out from exhaustion. Joel peels back the flannel seeing the clotted wound, it is a deep graze but he would rather it is that than you dead.

“Joel,” Tommy calls out and he looks away from his daughter, “We shouldn't be out here long,” Joel nods knowing they would have to return to Jackson but he was too worried that if he moved you were going to slip away.  Tommy rises to his feet.

“I’ll…I’ll go take care of the bodies,” Tommy has a troubled look on his face having to bury more of the dead especially ones so close to you and technically them as family.

“Thank you, Tommy,” Joel says his voice gruff but there is still a shakiness to it. Tommy leaves to start preparing the graves as Joel finds your pack lying nearby searching and pulling out a medpack. It’s a shoddy job and those at the clinic with their ever-growing injuries would make sure you’re properly taken care of. As he wraps the bandage around your head he can’t help but wonder is this exactly how Tommy felt? Tommy had been the one to find him, he made him flinch and miss. He found no reason to keep going on after Sarah and that’s how Tommy found Joel with his pistol against his temple taking the easy way out. It seemed like a blur of Tommy fixing him back up, the gunshot had made him go deaf for a bit so he couldn’t hear Tommy yelling at him with tears in his eyes as the two brothers cried and mourned together. Did he feel the fear of seeing that sight, hearing that gun go off, and praying they missed and weren’t about to continue in the world without them?

Tommy returns the bodies buried in the dirt, not the best or proper graves but a shallow one given they are both infected. Tommy brings the horses over slinging your pack over Red before letting Joel climb onto his horse. Tommy helps lift you to Joel who holds you across his lap, one hand holding the reins and the other around your waist to keep you close. Once Tommy mounts his horse with Red attached with a lead they leave the cabin in the dust. Joel glances back at the ruined cabin the only thing left there is the dead and horrid memories now.

A faint ringing wakes you up squinting at the bright light coming from the stained windows. The ringing never leaves as you groan at the pain in your head feeling like your skin is very tight. Footsteps come over to your right side, and you hear something muffled. You listen to them move once before speaking from your left side.

“Y/n can you hear me?” They call out and you turn in their direction seeing it’s one of the women who works in the clinic. Your whole body aches as you try sitting up but she quickly rushes to settle you back down. “You shouldn’t be getting up, your injuries are still healing.”

“Don’t touch me,” You glare at her getting to the point of sitting up, her hands hovering over you to make sure you don’t fall over or feel faint. Both your arms are covered in bandages, your left arm down to your palm, while your right arm has a splint around your thumb keeping it from moving. Your stomach aches and you feel something wrapped tight around your midsection. Your hand lightly traces your stomach over the clean shirt you’re in…the faces of your mother and Derek grins as they dig cigarette butt after cigarette butt into your flesh. The mutilated body of your mother flashes behind closed eyes and memories of the pond. Of Lila’s warmth, her smile, her smell, picking flowers as her mind was being eaten away. Her small body lies in the dirt as the blood feeds the earth and the water.

That’s how Joel and Tommy find you with your knees to your chest a hand clutching your stomach the other in your hair as you cry into yourself. Since returning to Jackson hadn’t dared move from you even as the doctors worked on you late into the night with the multitude of other patients. It wasn't until the sun rose again that Tommy found him still in that chair watching your chest rise and fall with each breath. Tommy practically had to drag him out of there to clean up and get some food.

“She isn’t going anywhere and plenty of people are looking over her,” Tommy pleads until Joel ultimately agrees but only for a shower, food, and a force power nap that Tommy tried forcing but the general exhaustion from the events Joel was out. When Joel awoke the brothers quickly returned to the church converted into a larger clinic. That’s where they find you amongst other folks who rest or are being treated as you cry, the young nurse looking unsure how to assess the situation. Joel quickly weaves through the people and draws you into his arms. He feels you flinch but settle into his arms still muffling your tears and cries, he glances at the nurse who points at her right side.

“She’s partially deaf in her right ear from a ruptured eardrum,” She says and Joel nods the lady taking that as her cue to leave as Tommy quickly takes her spot. What fucking irony that his daughter ends up just like him. Joel presses a kiss on your temple right over your stitches that match his own.

“It’s going to be okay babygirl…I got you,” he says and you can get fractions of what Joel says but hear him say ‘I got you’ and you’ve never felt more safe and comforted by those simple words.

It seems everywhere in Jackson haunted you with memories. The stables you found comfort in now filled you with dread, the alleys you preferred over the main streets only filled you with memories of fighting for your life through them, the playground outside the Tipsy Bison lay barren, reminders of children's laughter filled your ear imagining them playing and enjoying themselves. The streets were still stained with blood though diluted by water and rain that washes its way slowly but the iron smell wouldn’t leave your nose. The harsh dirt is pressed against your cheek as you’re shoved against the ground. The struggle in your fading as you lay there for what you assumed were only fleeting moments. The street sign of Connor’s Drive sends chills down your spine when you see the house on the corner, the phantom voices and pain ghost over your skin from the months of suffering in that home.

The blackboard stares back at you as you sit in Tommy and Maria’s living room the names and dates written on it mocking you. ‘Kevin 4/3/00-9/29/03, Sarah 7/20/89-9/27/03, and Lila 2021-5/13/25’. It felt morbid the only thing left of her was writing on a board alongside Maria’s son and another name you don’t recognize. During your time living there you never really asked about the memorial, it wasn’t your place. The melting candles flicker as if someone blew at them, maybe they were here. Her spirit forever haunts you, sinking her claws into her killer’s flesh until you soon meet your fate. Whether by another’s hand or your own.

“Hey kid,” A voice comes to your left side and you jump slightly turning to see Tommy looking a bit tired. It was still weird not hearing from your right side. Permanent hearing loss they said, they had hopes since you were young it could heal but they didn’t have the technology to help with that. Not that you cared anymore, the loss and the scar that graces your temple are a reminder of your failures. Tommy holds up your pack,

“Was able to get all your stuff from,” He cuts himself off suddenly not wanting to say that place in fear of your reaction. You just nod as he comes over placing the bag at your feet. There is still a smoky smell from the fires and the smell of iron off it flecks of blood still stains parts of it. Was her blood embedded into the fabric? You glance back at the board at the thought and Tommy silently watches you.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he starts, “That we added her…I thought it would be a good thing to remember her…to remember all of them.” He grows quiet from the closeness he held to it.

“Who’s Sarah?” You ask. It was a name that was on the memorium of your sister, you felt you had a right to know who else would remain with her. Tommy grows quiet.

“Uh, that’s…Joel daughter. Your sister.”

You laugh. A bit morbid and probably insane to Tommy watching you start laughing at the news but you couldn’t help but find the irony in it all. A macabre reunion of sisters. With only one still living though in shambles while the others are together in whatever afterlife there is. So you laugh until you hunch over to hold your head with your elbows on your knees. You hiss forced to sit up grabbing your stomach and Tommy takes a concerned step forward.

“Come on you need to change your bandages.” Tommy holds his hand out and you don’t fight it allowing him to help you up before leading you to the clinic.

The reformed clinic was quiet given the events that occurred. Most people who were injured were either minimal or threatening enough to be put on bed rest. Many families were displaced by the fire and damages so the chapel became a sanctuary for others taking people to their homes.

“They’re healing nicely given the placement would be harder,” The doctor says while applying a thicker ointment onto each burn. Tommy stands to your left while you keep your gaze straight ahead not daring to look down. “I won’t lie these will scar similar to the ones on your arms but with proper treatment, they will be less noticeable.” His words go in one ear and out the other. These were with you forever. Despite your mother rotting she will forever be with you cause of her doing. Your family’s doing impact all those in Jackson because of your actions. Once your stomach is wrapped he allows you to lower your shirt before checking over your thumb in the splint and the stitches.

“I would recommend trying some movement exercises to regain some of the mobility but nothing too strenuous and no work that would require using that hand. I or anyone in the clinic should be able to remove your stitches in the coming days.” He says before looking over at Tommy, “If she keeps her injuries clean and takes her meds she’ll be good in no time,”

Tommy thanks the doctor as he leaves the room to get yourself situated. You stand in front of a mirror your finger lightly traces the stitches across your right temple. You spot him in the reflection a sad expression on his face.

“You didn’t have to stay Tommy,” You comment looking at him through the mirror as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“Course I did, you’re family kid,” It still felt weird hearing that. When they tried including you in spending time together in the past was met with so much restriction and fear unaware you were all related to begin with. He and Maria were your aunt and uncle, Ellie your technical surrogate sibling, and Joel.

“How is Joel,” You ask and he looks away at the sensitive topic. The last time you saw him was when he and Tommy found you crying in the church/clinic holding you tight to him whispering promises to you. To take care of you, that he wasn’t going to be like her. Then with that, you were dumped as Tommy and Maria’s responsibility wasn’t the best impression you wanted from your long-lost father but you know why he did. The fear that came from everything, the world ending, your tense relationship to start, he wasn’t sure if you even wanted him in your life. So he pushed you away to protect you. You still saw him around when you did get out of the house or when he came over to see Tommy. It was weird like he treated you with politeness and respect but as if you were acquaintances or neighborly kindness not that you were his child. His flesh and blood.

Tommy coughs nervously, “He’s as good as any of us can be. He asks about you sometimes.” That surprises you. He wonders about you even after giving you away?

“What do you say?” It felt wrong asking for more but you were curious what your father wished to know when you just lived down the road.

“That his daughter is wondering why the hell you don’t talk to her,” You smirk at his answer that he knows you would feel. You don’t realize he comes over until he rests a hand on your shoulder, “Joel…he’s a complicated guy. He might be seen as some gruff unapproachable guy but he’s got scars that still haven’t healed. He’s never good at the whole confrontation thing.”

You laugh but can’t help but agree.

“It’s a lot to process, hell I’m still processing I’m related to you,” Tommy scoffs with a laugh, “But he cares even when you both weren’t on the best terms he did. Maybe something deep down he knew you were someone to protect without knowing you were his kid.”

You’re quiet returning your gaze to yourself in the mirror taking in your features. It seems more evident the similarities you share with the Miller brothers especially the older one. Did Joel see Sarah in you or were you two so different? Most likely. You picture her as kind-hearted and soft while you are cruel and rough.

“Come on. Let’s get heading before Maria has our heads for being late for supper.” Tommy jokes and you roll your eyes at his antics before following after him.

Dinner is nice with the two adults and baby as the sun starts setting and you finish drying off the last dish. Tommy fusses over Liam while Maria wipes the table clean. Since the clinic, there was a request on your mind to ask them a bit apprehensive of their reaction.

“Tommy…Maria.” You get their attention as you stand there the rag to dry dishes being picked at from nerves, “Can I go and see Joel?”

The two have surprised looks at the request and you see Maria give a soft look over at Tommy before she goes over to the wrapped dishes of leftovers.

“Come help me make a plate.”

The cool spring breeze has the trees swaying as you hold the large covered plate making sure to keep the weight away from your splint. You hadn’t taken the time to appreciate the peaceful nights in Jackson and find solace walking towards Rancher Street. The porch light was off and inside the lights were all off making you frown. Was he or Ellie home or maybe they were asleep though it wasn’t that late at night. A melodic noise comes from your left as it fills the night air coming down the porch and starts trailing around the house only getting louder as you draw near. The sweet noise comes from Joel as he plays the guitar his hands steadily plucking the strings making music and mouthing along to something.

The loud creak from the step makes Joel freeze when he spots you instantly sitting up from his lax position.

“Hi.” You say and it’s quiet between you two before he responds.

“Hey.” His eyes flicker over you and you see his shoulder slump in relief seeing you unharmed.

You raise the plate slightly, “I brought food for you and Ellie, Maria had extra leftovers so I thought to bring you guys it.” He nods still in a bit of shock processing each word.

“Ellie isn’t here, she’s at a sleepover with Dina,” Joel says and you nod rocking on your heels. He immediately gestures at the table beside him, “Here so you don’t strain your hand.” You move across the porch placing it down before standing there a bit awkwardly with Joel looking a bit uncomfortable as well.

“How are you?” You ask and he perks up at the attempts of small talk.

“Good…I’m good. How…How are you feeling?” It’s a stupid question Joel already knows the answer. How would anyone feel finding out their whole life was a lie, their mother trying to kill them, learning their real father, having to put down their infected sibling, before killing their infected mother, and then trying to kill themselves?

“Alright…I’m doing better with…everything.”

Joel nods mumbling, “That…That’s good.”

“Tommy’s making sure I’m taking my meds, eating enough, keeping myself busy.” You pause before adding, “Just stuff fathers do.” Your comment hits hard and he flinches slightly looking away unable to face you.

“Joel,” He refuses to look, “Why have you been avoiding me?” Too many overwhelming self-harming thoughts take over.

“Is it cause I’m my mother’s kid? I know having Ellie is a lot and adding another is already a hassle enough. I know I’m not Sarah and—” Too many thoughts take over each growing worse and worse.

“Kid no,” Joel stands up grabbing your shoulders and making you look up at him. His face is conflicted but you see sadness in it, “Just let’s sit.” He guides you to sit before doing so himself. He sighs resting his head in his hands before looking up at you.

“I didn’t expect to have you,” His words send a dagger in your heart, “I’m not saying I’m not happy though. After Sarah I thought it was over then I met Ellie and Christ she could’ve been my blood if I wished it enough. Then you came along.” You see his hand grab the broken watch he always wears.

“Christ you were a pain in my ass,” He pinches the bridge of his nose with a laugh, “I wanted nothing to do with you. You were dangerous in my eyes I didn’t notice how much you were like me. But I saw in your behind that aggression and bitterness just a girl, a child in this fucked up world. So I wanted to protect you, like I protect Ellie…like I protected Sarah. I saw you more and more involved until your mother came back and it felt like I lost that chance all over.” The look on his face is vulnerable as he picks at his nails and a flash of anger crosses his face.

“I would’ve ripped you out of the house so fast if I could…how you cried seeing them. Knowing what they did and failing at stopping them, I knew you would’ve only hated me more if I did.” He grows silent, “When I realized you were mine I was scared out of my fucking wits. Seeing you lay there on that ground ready to die I felt like I failed you. I could’ve fought harder so you didn’t have to go through that loss. If I could have gone back all those years ago and stayed with your mother with the knowledge I know now I would’ve done it in a heartbeat. If I meant you never dealt with the pain she put you through because I failed you all those years ago.” His eyes are glossy and you don’t realize yours are as well. Joel takes a shaky inhale reaching over and thumbing away a stray tear that’s fallen down your cheek.

“That’s why I pushed you away. Gave you to Tommy and Maria to take care of you better than I ever could’ve. I’ve already failed you too much to think you’d want me in your life. How could I call myself your father if I only caused your suffering.” He sounds so defeated having accepted the reality he would only be a ghost in your life. To watch you grow up, and live your life from the outskirts.

“I always wondered who my father could be. As a kid, I dreamed of the kind of man he was, that one day he’d come back into my life and everything would be perfect. It was only when I got older I grew to hate the idea of one and my mother only fueled it. He was a sleaze who left, abandoned a pregnant woman in this world to raise a child, a bastard father for a bastard daughter.” Your finger traces your sleeve where the scar lies underneath the fabric having memorized each placement.

“It felt wrong knowing all these years to put a name to a face. Made my fucking skin crawl to see what I was missing all this time. Part of me that kid still desperate to know who their father was felt betrayed by Derek,” You laugh slightly, “You know I thought every time I spent with him, ‘Why couldn’t he be a better man against my mother? Why couldn’t he protect me like Joel would?’ Ironic isn’t it?” You hum.

“I want you a part of my life Joel,” You admit and he looks surprised, “It kills me seeing you look right through me or treat me like anyone else in Jackson. It will kill me if you treat me like Tommy’s responsibility instead of your daughter.” His eyes are red, tears long spilled at your confession.

“I want to be your kid Joel,” You say before growing hesitant, “If you’ll have me?” He nods quickly rubbing at his eyes.

“I’d like that.” His voice is thick with tears and you smile through unshed tears as you look at Joel, your father. Wiping the tears from your face glancing at the instrument that was the only witness of your conversation.

“Do..do the offer for those guitar lessons still stand?” You ask and a smile covers his face as he reaches over to grab it.

“Yeah, they do, kiddo.” He passes the instrument to you and you try mimicking the way he held it himself. It was a bit weird, especially with the splint on your hand against the top of the guitar.

“Okay use your first three fingers to press,” He guides your fingers to a specific position as you lean over the body to watch, “there now use your other hand to strum.” You do as you’re told and slide your fingers down all the strings a crisp nice sound comes from it. You look at at Joel with an excited smile on your face seeing his own softer prouder look on his.

“You’re a natural, just like your father.”

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Way Down Hadestown

Plot: When rehearsal for Hadestown gets closer and closer to debuting. When a new cast member joins tension rises in your relationship.

Word Count: 7.5K

Pairing: Paul Mescal x Reader, Pedro Pascal x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: ANGST for a bit, sweet "father-daughter" moments, laughter giggles, just general fluff, jealous Paul era

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When you got the call that led to a meeting to have you join the cast of Hadestown for a brief run following your Emmy win you were over the moon. It was such a beautiful and touching show, and to have the opportunity to be a part of it was a joy. Your team and family were overjoyed to hear about the gig you booked and making your Broadway debut as Eurydice. It was immediately after SNL you jumped straight into rehearsals seeming less working it into your schedule of early mornings heading to hours-long dance calls or costume fittings, to late night practices for music and vocal training to perfect the role. Paul was always supportive, making sure you were in top shape from making sure you were drinking plenty of water to forcing you to bed even though you wished to spend time with him when you were out all day.

“There was a family emergency so Jordan had to pull out,” Your stage manager said during a rehearsal just a few weeks before debut. A look of concern crossed your face at the news hoping all was alright, “His team is keeping us informed of his return but we were able to bring in a good replacement for the time being.” The door to the rehearsal space opens and in comes a man who smiles seeing you with your stage manager and dance captain.

“Ahh, you must be Y/n pleasure,” The smooth Irish accent makes your eyes widen slightly. You were used to Paul and his family’s accent so hearing it from others was a shock. He was tall around Paul’s height maybe an inch or two taller with short brown curls and chocolate-colored eyes, while you were completely loyal to Paul you can state he was conveniently attractive.

“Yeah, nice to meet you,” you both shake hands and he introduces himself as Dónal.

“He was a part of the West End run and gladly answered our call.” Your stage manager says and he smiles sheepishly.

“I'm glad to help with this amazing show,” he turns to look at you again. I'm excited to be working with you.”

You give a friendly smile in return, “Likewise.”

“Alright,” Your dance captain claps her hand, “Let’s get to work!”

It’s past six as Paul whips up a meal for when you return. He stands before the stove stirring the noodles into the sauce when the sound of the front door opens.

“Paul?” Your voice calls out over the music playing on the speaker.

“In the kitchen!” he shouts back, hearing you draw closer and lowering the heat to a simmer right as you enter. You’re still in your outerwear, your face slightly flushed from the cold air outside, and you smile as you gravitate towards him.

“Hi,” you hum, letting him wrap around your waist as you lean up for a quick peck, basking in his presence that you have missed all day.

“How was your day?” he asks, and you rest your head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat.

“It was good! It was a long day running through everything but it’s been fun working alongside Dónal,” The name has him tensing up slightly. Dónal? Who was that? You had spoken about practically everyone on the team and cast but never that name. He would have questioned that name especially since it was clearly Irish.

“Dónal?” He tries to say the name casually but it sounds strained.

“Yeah some family emergency happened with Jordan so they were able to get him to come in, he was the Orpheus on the West End,” you pull away from his embrace looking over the food on the stove before drifting to the cabinet to get dishes, “He’s a total sweetheart and if I thought Jordan had an amazing voice Dónal’s voice is gold, especially his accent.” You can’t see Paul’s conflicted look as he listens to you talk highly about this man. He shakes his head before joining to help you. You always spoke kind words to everyone, he wasn’t sure why he felt weird about this instance but not when you mentioned working with Jordan.

“But tell me all about your day,” you flash him an excited look like the mere word of his day was the most important information ever.

Paul sat wide awake in bed the only noises were the muffled traffic from outside the window and the soft snores from you. He glances over at you peacefully dreaming away while he fiddles with his fingers staring at the dark ceiling. He wasn’t sure why it plagued his mind but it put a sour taste as you spoke during dinner about rehearsal and every time his name was spoken the taste only grew more bitter. Quietly he heads to the kitchen to get a glass of water to quell his thoughts the cold glass helping him focus elsewhere. He spots his laptop on the dinner table and feels curiosity eat away at him until he has it open to search for ‘Dónal Hadestown West End’ and sees the kind of person you are working alongside. Something green and monstrous took root scrolling through photos of him, his work, learning where in Ireland he was from, hearing this ‘golden’ voice you claimed he had. He hadn’t realized how long he was stalking until a voice called out within the dark.

“Paul?” His gaze darts up slamming the laptop shut and seeing you stand at the entry to the hallway. You were still blinking back sleep and stifling a yawn but still concerned to sense that he disappeared from the bed. “What are you doing up?”

He comes to you, kisses your forehead, and you lean into his touch. “I’m sorry. I had trouble sleeping and I thought doing some work would help.” The lie comes out way too smoothly, and he cringes at the idea of lying to you. Part of him prays you’d call him out, and he confesses his sins, but you just hum and kiss his jaw before taking his hand.

“Come on to bed,” You mumble through a yawn and he lets you guide him back to their bed to hold you in his arms as you both easily drift to sleep. By the time he wakes up in the morning your side of the bed is bare and cold, the thoughts of you with Dónal doesn’t put his mind at ease.

The green monster grows stronger each day as you leave their home to return with the only person on your lips being Dónal. Paul tries to keep up appearances as you speak so highly of him, ‘Oh Dónal is such a talented scene partner’, ‘When Dónal plays guitar we are all entranced’, Dónal this Dónal that. It was eating away at Paul’s psyche and fueling the deep insecurities. It only grew worse when a promotional video came out of your upcoming performance and he can’t stand to watch it. Seeing your gorgeous smile and that look normally directed towards him, the look you gave when you were deeply and madly in love with him. But it wasn’t him you were giving it to but to him…Dónal. He had to keep reminding yourself that you were acting that’s all it was, but it looked so real it was hard to tell if you didn’t have to act.

His sister had come to visit him, and you had told her to stay at your guys’ place so she wouldn’t have to worry about getting a hotel. Paul was glad to spend time with his sister who filled their apartment with life since you were frequently gone. You had a morning free not needed until later in the day, which Paul was gladly enjoying his time with you and his sister. The three of you have breakfast at the table, Paul eating silently just observing you and Nell catch up.

“How have rehearsals been?” Nell asks and Paul pauses mid-bite of his cereal having to force back the eyeroll as you smile widely jumping into conversation.

“Amazing I can’t believe it’s only a week out until debut, the cast and team have been absolute godsends,” You grin widely.

“I’m so excited to see it, I saw it on the west end funny enough with Dónal Finn so it’ll be exciting to see it again,” Nell mentions him innocently unaware of the disdain her brother felt about him.

“We are having a little preview tech rehearsal tonight, you guys should come and get a tour of the theatre after,” You exclaim grabbing Paul beside you, “Wouldn’t that be fun!” He hums slightly the smile not reaching his eyes that you don’t notice as you and Nell dive straight into other topics. Great he gets to see Dónal be all over his girlfriend for two hours…yeah it’ll be fun.

You had to head out earlier to be ready but told them just to let security know they were with you and they’d set them up. Paul was silent on the subway ride over as Nell was distracted by her phone and when they got to the theatre being let in very easily he only gave hums and ‘oh yeah’ at his sister's comments. When the show started he did focus a hint of a smile returned to his face seeing you on stage singing and performing blending seamlessly with the cast as if you’ve been with them for years. He allowed your presence to distract him from Dónal when on stage tuning him out during his solos waiting for you to return. During the duet between Eurydice and Orpheus, he felt this anxiety and frustration take over.

The way you stared at each other, the drifting touches, singing your confessions of love to each other.

“I knew you before we met,” Dónal sings and you smile softly at him, “And I don’t even know you yet. All I know is you're someone I have always known.” Paul can see in his peripheral his sister watching in awe which baffles him. 

“All I know is you’re someone I have always known and I don't even know you” You both sing your hands gracing each other, “Now I wanna hold you, hold you close. I don't wanna ever have to let you go.” You two spin in a slow dance arms held out your heads resting beside each other to not be separated. Dónal spins you in your arms your back against his chest his arms holding you close which makes Paul feel ill.

“Suddenly the sunlight, bright and warm” You sing sweetly into the air holding your arms out.

“Suddenly I'm holding the world in my arms,” Dónal brings you to face him as he lifts you into the air the music changing to a more sultry tune. Paul grips the arms of his seat as you two perform this dance that he can tell mimics intercourse. His chest tightens as you both lay on the stage before you sit up staring into the audience.

“Say that you’ll hold me forever,” a look of genuine concern as Dónal sits up as you close in on yourself, “Say that the wind won't change on us. Say that we'll stay with each other and it will always be like this” The pressure in his chest only grows as this other man holds you in his arms.

“I'm gonna hold you forever. The wind will never change on us,” He turns to face you both looking at each other, “Long as we stay with each other.”

Paul feels sick as you give Dónal that look. The one that had him shutting off his phone during the promo video. The look that was only meant for him. That spoke hundreds of words in just one look. He can’t look away, feeling forced to watch this intimate moment between his lover and another man.

“Then it will always be like this” You both sing out and Paul feels a dagger in his heart when you surge forward and kiss him. He equally reciprocates holding you close to him as you kiss and Paul has to look away. 

“I’m sorry,” Paul mumbles standing up and squeezing past his sister walking quickly up the aisle out of the theatre as the next song starts behind him.

The show continues smoothly putting your all into each song and before you knew it the performance was over and the house lights came up. You spot Nell and Paul in the middle of the orchestra both on their feet Nell claps and Paul stands there with his hands in his pockets. Your stage manager comes to give notes before you are all dismissed. You smile brightly rushing to the edge of the stage and jumping down to accept the hug from Nell.

“You were brilliant!” She cheers and you flush from her comment, “You had me bawling during Flowers.” You glance over at Paul who is silent a bit unreadable look on his face.

“You did good babe,” He nods and you smile brightly at him before you hear someone call out to you.

“Hey,” You see Dónal come still in costume as well, “Some of us were going to get dinner and drinks if you wanted to join?” You don’t notice the cold look Paul is giving him and you smile sweetly at him about to decline.

“Sorry we got plans,” Paul’s voice stiff as his arm wraps around your shoulder pulling you back against his chest. Dónal only smiles which irks Paul as he smiles and holds his hand out.

“Ah, you must be Paul glad to put a name to a face. Though I’ve seen some of your work, excited for Gladiator.” Dónal says and Paul takes his hand in a firm shake. He looks over at Nell, “And you must be…”

“Nell,” She easily accepts his handshake with a smile, “Paul’s sister. I saw you performed back in London you were amazing then and now.” His sister praises him and he can’t help but bristle at both of you obsessing over this guy.

Dónal laughs, “That’s very kind of you. Well, I better get going I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n. Nice to meet you guys.” With that, he heads out and Paul can feel slightly relaxed without him around.

“Bye Dónal” You shout before turning to face Paul and Nell, “Alright lemme get changed real quick and then we can start the tour.”

“I’m not feeling so hot,” Paul says suddenly and you look surprised by his confession he looked pretty normal which had you a bit confused.

“Okay. Well, lemme get changed real fast so we can get you home,” You lean up to kiss him and he turns his head so your lips press against his cheek instead of his lips. You frown slightly a bit deflated.

“Don’t wanna get you sick.” He lies and you nod slowly.

“Okay..I’ll be back,” Paul watches you walk away to head backstage the second you are out of his field a slap hits his bicep making him hiss.

“Ow! What?” He looks over at Nell who is giving him a look.

“What the hell was that?” She asks and Paul doesn’t respond, “You were so weird during the show and left for four songs then was barely focused. Then now you’re all cold and bitchy.”

Paul frowns crossing his arms, “I’m not being bitchy. I’m just not feeling well.” He defends himself and Nell places a hand on his forehead before he can batter it away.

“Wow not even warm. Plus I know when you’re sick you get all whiney,” She gives him a pointed look, “Look I don’t know what shat in your cereal this morning but you better figure it out.”

“I’m fine,” Paul scoffs, and before Nell can get another word you’re back dressed for the outdoors fixing your scarf around your neck.

“Alright let’s get you home and all better,” You hum going to take his hand but he pulls away putting them in his pockets.

“It’s cold,” He mumbles and you nod slowly not letting the little rejection get you as you all head outside.

“I have a friend I was planning to meet today so I’ll see you guys tonight unless I crash there,” Nell says and you give a smile pulling her into a hug. You watch her walk in the opposite direction before returning your attention to Paul who looks tired. It was awkward, you tried making conversation but Paul was silent and you quickly took it as a hint that it would be a silent travel home.

The front door clicks open as you shuffle inside dropping your keys at the table bending to untie your shoes as Paul silently kicks his off before heading to the living room. You follow after him standing at the threshold of the living room where he sits on the couch focused on whatever is on his phone.

“I’m gonna make some tea for you. Then for dinner some soup, something light for the stomach okay?” You say and he barely moves or acknowledges that he hears you.

“Paul?” You call out a bit firmer but try to keep it light for his sake since he isn’t feeling well.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He calls out not even glancing back at you. No please or thank you has you a bit surprised but you bite your tongue heading to the kitchen to start boiling the kettle and heating a simple soup for him. You can hear noise from the living room giving proof of life as you stir the pot trying to understand his sudden coldness. The whistling of the pot draws you to the present filling two mugs of water before placing a tea bag in each preparing it just to his liking. Putting the soup on simmer you head to the living room with both mugs placing one on the table beside him before sitting. It’s quiet between you two as you sip your drink watching him as he continues scrolling aimlessly on his phone not even touching his cup that grows cold. The silence and concerned thoughts start to drive you mad.

“Are you alright?” You call out and see him pause slightly before he resumes scrolling through his phone.

“I’m fine.” He says and you nod letting the silence settle over you two again.

“It’s just…you haven’t touched your tea,” You mention and Paul closes his eyes for a moment taking a breath before he takes a sip of the probably lukewarm drink.

“Happy?”It’s a bit snappy and while you can understand him being a bit cranky when sick it bothered you.

“Did something happen?” You push and are shocked to see him roll his eyes, “Did I do something?” His gaze flashes to you. Bingo. But now you were confused what did you do to annoy him and give you the silent treatment?

“Just tell me what it is and I’ll fix it,” You place the mug on the coffee table to reach out for his arm when he pulls away from your touch leaving your hand dangling in the air.

“Paul just talk to me,” You plead wanting to fix whatever mistake you made and have it back to how it was.

“You want me to talk,” Paul asks coldly, “I don’t like that you’re practically throwing yourself over another man when you’re in a relationship.” Your jaw drops at his statement and you feel flush with embarrassment. Did he think you’d do something like that?

“Paul, Dónal is my co-star,” You start and just saying his name Paul scoffs at it, “Nothing has or ever will happen between us.” You move closer your hand cups his face forcing him to look at you.

“If you weren’t with me would you go out with him?” he asks and you lean back from his insane question.

“Paul that’s insane?!” “You didn’t answer.” He presses.

“Because there’s no answer. I’m with you and only you, I have no reason to think of what-ifs.” You stress and he looks away.

“Says your performance, could’ve fooled me.” He snarks.

“I was acting. None of it was real!” You retort growing frustrated, “Where is this coming from? You never told me you had a problem with me doing this.”

“And if I did have a problem with it,” He says and it grows silent between you two understand what he’s insinuating.

You give an empty laugh shaking your head, “You can’t be serious Paul. I have never questioned you when you’re off doing your job and I expected you to do the same. What are you expecting me to do, just tell them I quit cause my boyfriend can’t handle that I have a love interest.”

Paul is silent both of you at an impasse. “You never seem to have a problem when I mention Jordan so what is it? Because Dónal is single and you’re threatened by that. Are you serious?!” You challenge and Paul snaps.

His hand slams on the arm of the seat, the sound makes you jump as he stands abruptly. His face flushes with frustration as he looks down at you.

“I have to feel threatened when you just act like there’s no boundary letting him do whatever he wants. The way you look at him!” He shouts, his voice sharp. “The way you laugh with him, touch him, kiss him—it’s like I don’t even exist.”

“Are you kidding me?” you snap back rising to stand and he pulls away from you, “Paul, it’s acting! It’s my job you know this. None of it is real!”

He scoffs, “Don’t give me that crap. I see the way he looks at you, and you just let him. You expect me to just sit here and be okay with it?”

You step back so confused about how the night turned out to this, “I can’t control how someone looks at me! I’ve never given you a reason to question me, why are you twisting this into something it’s not?”

“Because it feels like something!” He points at you, “It feels like you don’t even care how this makes me feel. Like I’m just supposed to shut up and deal with it while you go fall in love with some man every night.”

“I’m not in love with him Paul!” You close the distance grabbing his wrists to convey your feelings. Tears threaten to spill as you shake your head, your voice trembling. "I can’t keep doing this, Paul. I can’t keep defending myself when I’ve done nothing wrong."

His eyes flash, his tone sharp and biting pulling himself away from you. "And I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t rip me apart every time I see him touch you."

The room falls silent, his words hanging heavy in the air. Your chest tightens, the weight of his jealousy suffocating. You swallow hard, forcing yourself to stay calm. "I love you, Paul. But right now, we’re just hurting each other."

You move to the kitchen shutting off the stove before pulling on your coat and throwing on easy shoes, your hands shaking as you grab your keys and purse. As your hand grabs the door handle, he calls out one last time, his voice laced with anger and desperation.

"Yeah, go ahead and walk away. That’s what you’re good at, isn’t it?"

You freeze for a moment, his words slicing through you, but you don’t turn around. The door clicks shut behind you, leaving Paul alone with his anger and the echo of his own words.

The cold February air bites your face as tears slip down your face, your fingers clumsily pull up a number calling as you walk aimlessly through the streets hearing the phone ring until a warm voice only causes more tears to slide down your face.

You try to keep your voice steady, “Can I come over?”

You didn’t want to be seen crying on public transportation so you called a taxi to drive you across the city. Now in the elevator trying to make yourself slightly presentable, you were too tired to dig for the key knocking on the door. You hear the hurried footsteps as the door swings open revealing a concerned Pedro who takes in your disheveled look and teary eyes.

“Chiquita?” His voice is gentle and comforting, it’s instant you breaking down into tears as he ushers you inside with soft-spoken words to take care of you.

It felt weird going to sleep. Pedro had taken care of you, giving you the space to cry your eyes out into his chest, before giving you water to hydrate then tea to calm you down, letting you explain the fight between you and Paul, before making sure you had eaten, before forcing you to takes relaxing shower and then to bed in his guest room. The room was comforting, a bed you’d been in before but it wasn’t your bed. It didn’t smell of a mixture of your laundry detergent, and Paul’s cologne. Just thinking of him has tears welling up in your eyes. Your hand reaches across the bed where it feels cold and empty imagining him there laying on his side looking over at you. If only you knew he was wide awake staring at your empty side guilty and angry at himself for letting his jealousy take over and push you away.

Paul looks as much a mess as he feels standing outside of Pedro’s apartment. He hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep tossing and turning beating himself up for what he did wrong once the cloud of anger washed away. Paul hesitates before knocking on the door a bit nervous if you would answer. It’s Pedro who opens the door a disappointed look on his face and Paul shrinks under the look.

“Can I speak to Y/n…” Paul asks and Pedro looks over him silently.

“She’s not here,” Paul frowns at the news, “Well she was but she left to head to rehearsal. I wanted her to take a mental health day but she refused… too damn stubborn to put her needs first.” Pedro sighs and takes pity on the defeated look on Paul before opening the door wider.

“Come on, you look like shit and need to eat.” Paul shuffles in awkwardly taking a seat at the island bar as Pedro pours him coffee before grabbing some cereal and a fruit to eat alongside.

“So tell me what happened?” He asks as Paul scarfs down his meal his stomach thanking him since he skipped dinner last night. He sighs resting his head on his palm.

“It’s all my fault, I just don’t know why her working on this makes all these horrible thoughts plague my mind,” He says rethinking their fight last night, “I said terrible things to her.”

“You did,” Pedro says

Paul gives him a look, “Gee thanks,”

“You did and you know it. So what is it about her working on this that is different than all the other projects before? You have no problem with the relationship she had on The Mandalorian?” Pedro questions.

“I know it's just we weren’t together then so I don’t feel this protectiveness over her. But this….Pedro, it just looked so real seeing her pour her heart out to someone who isn’t me. I just,” He sighs holding his head in his hands anxious to pour out his insecurities, “What’s stopping her from being with him? They’d look perfect if I wasn’t in the picture.”

“Paul she cares about you so much it would probably kill her to have you out of her life,” Pedro starts and Paul looks up from his hands, “You’re it for her. She sees no one except you and I know you feel the same way. You don’t hear her questioning your loyalty when you’re working and pouring your love into someone who isn’t her. Being in this career is hell even dating within it is even worse but you two make it work, you need to be honest with each other and tell her how you feel instead of shutting her out.”

Paul is silent taking in his words. He let this monstrous thing eat away at him because of the idea of you leaving him when you wouldn’t dare abandon him. “Pedro I fucked up royally…what if she hates me…what if she doesn’t want to be with me anymore?” Those horrible thoughts can’t seem to free him. Pedro smiles softly at the younger man placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t think she’s capable of hating anyone, especially you,” Pedro reassures him, “The first fight always feels like it’s the worst but get through this and you’re relationship will be stronger than ever.”

Paul nods feeling more confident and assured to apologize to her, “I should go to her.” He says more to himself and Pedro nods guiding him to the door.

“You guys will be fine,” Pedro says to him at the door hugging him before Paul doesn’t wait rushing to see you.

You weren’t on your A-game this rehearsal one of the final ones left before debut no matter how much you tried your mind kept drifting to your fight the night prior. Dónal had reached out asking if everything was alright and you assured him you were fine just some personal stuff getting sorted out. The instrumental of Flowers washes over you as you kneel in the middle of the stage unaware of someone entering the theatre hidden within the shadows. You were fine for the majority of the song until your mind started running wild with thoughts of Paul, was last night the end for you guys? The last things said were hurtful words. You don't think you could be in that apartment with his presence all around it if he left.

You feel your throat tighten the burn of tears at the back of your eyes, “Dreams are sweet, until they're not. Men are kind, until they aren't. Flowers bloom, until they rot, and fall apart.” You gaze out into the black abyss of the audience. Your heart crying out as both Eurydice and yourself.

“Is anybody listening?!” You cry slamming your palms on the stage as tears pour, “I open my mouth and nothing comes out. Nothing! Nothing gonna wake me now.” The only sound is the orchestra, and your light sniffles before you look up at the lights basking in the warmth.

“Flowers, I remember fields of flowers soft beneath my heels,” You picture all the good between you and Paul. The sunny beaches of Malta, the cold winters in Ireland and London, the nights on the town, or the intimate moments being beside each other, “Walking in the sun, I remember someone. Someone by my side, turned his face to mine and then I turned away, into the shade.”

If you only knew he was there watching you cry out your confession of guilt as Eurydice but your sadness by his hand. Tears silently slip down his face as you reach your hand out looking straight into his soul though he’s sure you can’t see him with the stage lights.

“You, the one I left behind. If you ever walk this way,” You sing solemn tears stain your face, “Come and find me lying in the bed I made.”

The last notes ring through the air and Paul stays as you force yourself to put that mask back on that was lowered briefly and continue with the show. You feel emotionally drained by the end of this rehearsal as the house lights come up and your stage manager comes to give notes to you all but your mind is elsewhere. After you all dismissed a few cast members gave praise for your rendition of Flowers and you thank them though it feels lackluster.

“Y/n,” Dónal calls out and you see him with a concerned look, “Amazing run today and I know you said you were alright but it felt like you were really out of it.” You feel a bit embarrassed that your personal problems are blending into your work environment.

“Just a lot is happening at home,” You sigh, “It’s just an off day I’ll be good.” You give a reassuring smile and he frowns seeing it not reach your eyes.

“Alright lemme know if you need someone to talk to,” He says resting a hand on your shoulder and you nod, “Also I think your boyfriend’s waiting for you.” You perk up at the mention and you look out at the seating and there in the back orchestra was him waiting with a nervous expression.

“Thanks, Dónal,” You say before he nods heading backstage to change. You walk to the edge of the stage and Paul makes his way down the aisle until you’re both just feet apart. You fiddle with the cuffs of Eurydice’s coat as he looks down at you a moment of awkward silence between you two.

“How are you…” You cringe at the stupid question. Even though you saw him last night it felt like lifetimes since you’ve seen each other since your fight.

“I feel like shit,” He responds honestly, “And you?”

“Same.” You shrug with a weak smile that soon matches Paul's. You look around at the theatre with people working around, “Come on I don’t wanna have this conversation in public.” You hold out your hand which he takes and your spirit lifts just having his touch.

It’s a bit of a maze moving backstage upstairs and through halls until you reach your dressing room. It’s a decent space though pretty bare compared to others with fanmail and decorations but it was yours having put up a few pictures on the mirror. You move to the costume rack to take off your coat as Paul takes in the pictures, selfies of you and Pedro, a picture of Bella and you buddled up, pictures of your family and friends, even pictures of you with his family, then there’s a photo of you and him besides a vase of your favorite flowers. It was from the Emmys when you both were getting ready and posed out on the balcony, he was flashing the camera a devilish smile while you were looking up at him with that look. The one that screams ‘I’m so in love with you it’s ridiculous’.

“I’m sorry for last night I should’ve thought about how you were feeling about all this,” You start rubbing your bare arms from the cold and needing to keep your shaky hands occupied.

Paul quickly crosses the room grabbing your arms, “No don’t apologize this is all my fault. I should’ve not let my insecurities and jealousy get the better of me and yelling at you was unacceptable. I trust you with everything in my being and it was stupid of me to question you.”

Your hand cups his jaw making him look at you, “Paul you’re human you’re allowed to feel these things. I just wished you told me so none of this ever happened.”

He nods furious, “Of course,” You give a soft smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts his hand cups your face, “You’re all I ever want…I love you so much.”

“You’re all I ever want…I love you too,” He wipes a stray tear that slips down your cheek. He never wants to be the reason you are crying. His lips press against yours and you respond with equal passion your hands threading in his hair as he pulls you flush to him. When the kiss breaks the two of you bask in each other’s presence.

Your apartment once felt devoid of life was now warm and comforting like new life was breathed into each room. You hum softly as you wash some dishes your earphones in listening to the tracks making sure you know every beat and note. You were given the final days of rest to prepare for the first show tonight so they were spent with Paul rekindling your relationship feeling it grow stronger each day. You don’t hear over the music until arms wrap around your waist his chest presses against your back stopping you from the chore. You continue humming to ‘All I’ve Ever Known’ before you hear him unplug your headphones so the music plays from the speakers as you sway.

“I knew you before we met,” Paul mumbles to the tune and you quickly turn in his grasp. You were shocked that he knew the song, “And I don’t even know you yet. All I know is you're someone I have always known.” He pulls you away from the sink looking over you lovingly as if you hung the the stars in the skies. His hands trace your fingertips and you look up at him as he sings.

“All I know is you’re someone I have always known,” You both sing, and his accent blends beautifully in the air. There’s a big cheesy grin on your face singing this duet with the love of your life, “And I don't even know you.”

He was Orpheus to your Eurydice. Your hands are held out, circling each other, his head pressed close to yours. “Now I wanna hold you, hold you close. I don't wanna ever have to let you go.” He spins you in his arms, your back to his chest, pressing a long kiss to your temple.

“Suddenly the sunlight, bright and warm,” You sing holding his arms tight to him.

“Suddenly I'm holding the world in my arms,” He responds and you turn in his grasp your fingers tracing his face. He smiles seeing you give him the look and he’s sure he’s giving you his version. Your faces are inches apart your noses brush against one another your gaze flutters to make eye contact and then down to his lips. You feel him draw you impossibly close his hands holding your waist as the track continues playing.

“I love you,” It’s a whisper in the air as you breathe those words into him, and he presses his lips to yours allowing your love to spread throughout the room. Just the two of you as the music continues pouring every ounce of love and affection.

You were surely going to pass out from nerves getting dressed and prepped in your official dressing room. You smile looking at the fresh bouquet in your vase with a card written in familiar handwriting, ‘Break a leg, my love. I love you till my end.’ Being with the cast for stunt lifts and heavy movements before it was now a countdown till the show started. The nerves only grew with each second especially once places were called and you were out on stage the lights and roar of the audience stuns you for a moment. Then you saw him, there front and center clapping loudly with your friends and family around and all your fears melted away. Your gaze captures his as you all rush out for bows clapping along each cast member before stepping up for your own and the roar of that audience. You can hear Bella screeching as well as Pedro’s loud whistle but you see Paul right in front of you as you blow a kiss to him before joining the cast to perform ‘We Raise Our Cups’. It felt like a whirlwind backstage as the cast cheered for your first show getting a big hug from Dónal before you all head to get out of costume for the stage door. You have the widest smile on your face going out to see the fans, conversing and signing with as many people as possible. Returning to your dressing room to grab your belongings to meet up with everyone seeing the multitude of cards and flowers on your vanity.

“You were astonishing up there,” Paul’s voice says, making you whip around. You see him there. He goes to speak, but you tackle him in a hug before pulling him into a kiss, which he gladly accepts, pressing you against the wall.

“I love you so much,” You mumble through pecks across his face.

“I love you too,” he struggles through laughs. “Come on, we can’t keep everyone waiting for you.” He presses one last kiss, and you smile into it.

Meeting at one of your favorite restaurants was a joy especially surrounded by family and friends. You have to quell your mother’s tears as she hugs you tightly praising you for your accomplishments.

“My little girl is a Broadway star,” She blubbers as you wipe the stray tears from her face with a smile.

“Stop it mom or you’re gonna make me cry,” You soothe her and she laughs through tears and your father pats your shoulder.

“We’re all so proud of you,” He presses a kiss to your temple and you smile up at your father.

You’re practically tackled with a hug from Bella, “You were incredible like what can’t you do!” They smile widely and coming not too far behind is Pedro with a proud look on his face. Bella allows you to pull away to hug Pedro who presses a kiss to your temple and you hug him tightly.

“You were fantastic Chiquita,” He praises and you blush at the compliment.

“Thanks, P,” You say and both of you know it’s for more than one reason as his gaze flickers behind you seeing Paul talking to his parents and sister.

Paul’s parents were always a delight to be around. You had been nervous to meet them but they were absolute sweethearts welcoming you with open arms. It was easy to understand where Paul got his lovely personality from being raised by such wonderful people. Paul’s mother presses a kiss to your cheek holding your hands.

“You were stunning up there, your mother and I were crying the entire time,” That makes you all laugh and she smacks Paul Snr’s arm before pointing at her son, “Don’t act like you two weren’t teary-eyed either.” Both men raise their hands in defense as Paul comes around his hand finding a place around your waist.

“I’m not denying anything, mum,” Paul says and his mother gives him a look.

“Alright picture time I need to document this,” You see your mother perk up joining her side as they whip out phones, “Paul out I need a picture of Y/n.” She shoos him out and you laugh at the betrayed look on his face as he moves out of frame. You smile at the camera. Bella, Nell, and your sister quickly join in next, the four of you smiling before making silly faces at the camera.

“Come on over Grandpa,” You hold your arms out waving Pedro over who rolls his eyes pulling you to his side as they take photos before looking at each other he raises his brow to make you laugh which you copy until he breaks into laughter.

“Alright parents,” Paul’s mother ushers your parents both standing on either side as you take pictures, then Paul’s parents join and you giggle seeing the slightly exasperated look as he takes pictures off his mother’s phone.

“Alright go stand nice with your girlfriend,” His mother finally allows him and he mumbles a ‘finally’.

“I think I’m gonna start charging for all these pictures,” You comment as he makes his way to your side, both mothers already snapping away capturing candids.

Paul gives you a look, “Really you start charging when I get here.” He says and you smile cheekily up at him before the both of you smile at the cameras his hand around your waist.

“Stop acting like you two are in a photoshoot,” Nell shouts and that makes the two of you laugh and you hear the shutter of cameras go off.

“Kiss her Paul!” Your mom shouts and you flash her an embarrassed look as his mother agrees as well.

“Mom!” You hiss before you feel a hand on your cheek making you look up at Paul and you feel the embarrassment wash away just being around him. He initiates it, definitely keeping it PG with your parents around and you smile in it as your family and friends cheer before the two of you pull away. He looks like the cat that got the cream and you look away flustered only making him laugh more pressing a kiss to your temple.

“If we’re ready, let’s go eat,” Paul says and that seems to satisfy the group as they all make their way to the table in the reserved private room. You squeeze Paul’s hand as you are the last two heading over and looking up at him.

“I love you,” He says in the brief privacy between the two of you raising your joined hands and pressing a kiss to the back of your knuckles.

“I love you more,” You reply and he laughs shaking his head as he guides you two to your loved ones.

“Impossible.”

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Not trying to rush ya! But when will chapter 15 of where the wild things are come?

Just so i can put it in my agenda and count down for it lol :)🩷🩷

Chapter 15 is gonna come out next Wednesday!! Gotta prep as we approach the finale.