#relationship fic

[fanficsofuconnswbb]

You sit in the front row (like you always do)

PART 6 — “I’m worried about you, not disappointed in you”

Description: Kayleigh’s ankle is healing, but everything else feels like it’s falling apart. Finals are over, second semester has started, and one bad grade turns into the first real fight of their relationship.

Second semester starts with everyone pretending they have their lives together.

No one actually does.

Especially not Kayleigh.

Her ankle is mostly better now.

Mostly.

She’s back at cheer practice, but only in limited capacity, which somehow feels worse than being fully injured did.

Because now she’s close enough to normal to remember exactly what she’s missing.

She can stunt again, but carefully.

She can tumble, but not too much.

She can practice, but not fully.

Everything comes with restrictions.

Everything comes with reminders.

And on top of that, her grades have started slipping.

Not catastrophically.

Just enough to matter.

Just enough that every teacher has started giving her that look.

The one that says:

you’re capable of better than this.

As if she doesn’t already know.

As if she isn’t trying.

As if she doesn’t lie awake at night thinking about all the assignments she’s behind on.

It’s exhausting.

And humiliating.

And she hates it.

Which is why, when KK sees the 68 circled in red at the top of her chemistry quiz during lunch, everything goes downhill immediately.

“What’s this?”

Kayleigh freezes halfway through opening her water bottle.

KK is holding the quiz in one hand.

Her eyebrows pull together.

Not angry.

Worried.

But Kayleigh is already too raw to tell the difference.

“Give it back.”

KK hands it over, but she doesn’t look away.

“Kay.”

Kayleigh stuffs the paper into her binder quickly.

“It’s one quiz.”

“You’ve been stressed for weeks.”

“I said it’s fine.”

KK exhales slowly.

That should be Kayleigh’s second clue.

“Have you talked to your teacher?”

Kayleigh’s jaw tightens.

“No.”

“Why not?”

Because she’s embarrassed.

Because she feels like she’s failing.

Because she doesn’t want to say any of that out loud.

So instead she shrugs.

And KK, unfortunately, keeps going.

“You need to get on top of this.”

There it is.

That sentence.

That awful sentence that lands in exactly the wrong place.

Kayleigh laughs once.

Sharp and humorless.

“Thanks, KK. Super helpful.”

KK blinks.

“What?”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You basically did.”

KK sets her tray down.

“Kayleigh, I’m trying to help.”

“Well, you’re not.”

The words come out harder than Kayleigh means them to.

But now that they’re out, she can’t take them back.

KK’s expression changes.

Not angry.

Hurt.

Kayleigh sees it.

Still doesn’t stop.

“Not everything needs to be fixed immediately, KK.”

KK’s shoulders tense.

“I’m not trying to fix you.”

“Really? Because it kind of feels like you’re treating me like a project.”

Silence.

The kind that makes the whole cafeteria suddenly feel too loud.

Paige and Azzi, sitting across from them, become very interested in their lunches.

KK stares at her.

“You know that’s not what this is.”

Kayleigh pushes her chair back.

“I’m going to class.”

“Kayleigh.”

But she’s already walking away.

And she doesn’t turn around.

The rest of the day is miserable.

Kayleigh ignores three texts.

Then four.

Then seven.

Not because she wants to.

Because she doesn’t know what to say.

Because every time she sees KK’s name pop up on her screen, she feels guilty.

And defensive.

And still upset.

Which is a terrible combination.

By the time she gets back to her room that night, she’s emotionally exhausted.

She drops her bag onto the floor and finally looks at her phone.

KK🏀💙:

Can we talk?

KK🏀💙:

I’m sorry if I pushed too hard.

KK🏀💙:

I just wanted to help.

KK🏀💙:

Please text me back.

KK🏀💙:

I love you.

That one nearly undoes her on the spot.

Because she loves her too.

And she knows KK wasn’t trying to hurt her.

She knows that.

But knowing doesn’t stop the tears that start burning behind her eyes.

A knock sounds at the door.

Soft.

Then softer:

“Kay?”

Kayleigh closes her eyes.

For a second she considers pretending she isn’t there.

Instead, she opens the door.

KK is standing in the hallway with her hands shoved into the pockets of her hoodie.

She looks nervous.

Which is rare.

And devastating.

“Hey,” KK says quietly.

Kayleigh steps aside.

KK comes in and closes the door behind her.

Neither of them speaks for a moment.

Then KK rubs the back of her neck.

“I’m sorry.”

Kayleigh’s eyes sting immediately.

“You don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do.”

KK steps closer.

“I know I came on too strong.”

She swallows hard.

“I wasn’t disappointed in you.”

Kayleigh’s face crumples a little.

“Then why did it feel like that?”

KK’s expression softens.

“Because I’m bad at this.”

“At what?”

“Being scared.”

Kayleigh goes still.

KK laughs once under her breath.

No humor in it.

“When I saw that grade, all I could think about was how stressed you’ve been.”

Her voice grows quieter.

“And I hate seeing you overwhelmed.”

Kayleigh looks down.

KK gently tilts her chin back up.

“I wasn’t thinking ‘why are you doing badly.’”

She brushes her thumb under Kayleigh’s eye.

“I was thinking, ‘how do I help the person I love?’”

That does it.

Kayleigh starts crying almost instantly.

“Oh, baby.”

KK pulls her into her arms without hesitation.

Kayleigh clutches the front of her hoodie.

“I’m trying so hard.”

“I know.”

“I feel stupid.”

KK tightens her hold.

“You are the least stupid person I know.”

Kayleigh laughs wetly.

KK kisses the side of her head.

“You’re injured, you’re stressed, and you’re doing your best.”

She pulls back enough to look at her.

“And your best is more than enough for me.”

Kayleigh’s bottom lip trembles.

“I’m sorry I said you were treating me like a project.”

KK shakes her head.

“I get why you felt that way.”

“No, I was mean.”

“You were overwhelmed.”

Kayleigh sniffles.

KK smiles softly.

“You’re still stuck with me.”

That earns a real laugh.

Small.

But real.

“Good,” Kayleigh whispers.

KK brushes their noses together.

“Good.”

Later, they end up curled together in Kayleigh’s bed.

Kayleigh is tucked against KK’s chest, one leg thrown over hers.

KK is helping her make a study plan for the week, but this time she asks before giving suggestions.

And every time Kayleigh starts looking stressed, KK presses a kiss to her forehead until she smiles again.

Eventually, the homework gets abandoned.

Kayleigh traces lazy circles over KK’s stomach.

“Thanks for worrying about me.”

KK kisses her hair.

“Always.”

Kayleigh tilts her head up.

“I love you.”

KK smiles immediately.

“I love you too.”

Then she kisses her slow and sweet until Kayleigh forgets all about chemistry and grades and everything else that felt too heavy earlier.

For the first time all day, she feels like she can breathe again.

And with KK’s arms around her, everything feels a little more manageable.

[alchemysoulx]

Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Sixteen — Season Two

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

Notes:

In this chapter, we have an extra character called Enzo, whom I'd like you to imagine as the actor Enzo Vogrincic. And for those who enjoy the fanfic, I appreciate if you reblog or like. To the readers who supported a new season of this fanfic, my heartfelt thanks. I will be writing more chapters like this one or even shorter, as long as you continue to engage and enjoy what I'm writing. Let me know what you think of the new chapter, and happy reading to all of you ❤

CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Sleeping next to Pedro has been one of the best things in the world. It's even hard for you to go to work every day since Pascal returned from filming. You’re actually savoring your last moments with Pascal, as in a few hours, he’ll be heading to another state to film a guest appearance on a TV series.

"And if we just stay like this for the rest of the week…" Pascal murmurs with his eyes still closed, and you smile. For you, a lifetime like this would be heaven on earth.

"Your suggestion forgets that we both have important professional commitments. But the thought of spending more time with you is tempting. How about dinner tonight?" you say as you try to muster the strength to get up.

"If you finally let me do the cooking. I swear I've been practicing a lot for my role in that culinary show. You'll see, I'll be the best cook on that show," Pascal says as he gets up to go to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth. You start getting things ready for breakfast.

"You know they're not actually going to force you to cook, right? But I totally support you making our food. In fact, I'm all for you cooking here," you say loudly enough for Pascal to hear. You can hear his laughter from the kitchen as you finish making pancakes for the two of you to enjoy.

"Of course I know they're not going to make me cook, but I want to know what I'll be doing even if it's for the cameras," he says while still in the shower. The sound of the running water makes it difficult for you to hear him clearly.

You prepare the entire breakfast while waiting for Pedro to finish his shower, playing the song "Cheek to Cheek" and swaying gently to the music. You don't even notice when Pedro approaches, taking you by the waist and dancing with you. You lean your face against Pascal's, and in silence, you both dance while the breakfast cools on the table.

"I want this every day," Pedro whispers near your ear, making you shiver as you hear his voice so close and feel his beard lightly brushing against your neck.

"I thought we had already made it clear that we can't abandon our professional lives to live in a bubble of love, Mr. Pascal," you say, looking him in the eyes, and then he gives you a kiss on the lips. A sweet and passionate kiss.

"I'm actually talking about making our life as a couple something more official. You know, like in a marriage proposal, for example," Pascal catches you off guard, causing you to stop dancing and stare at him until you figure out if he's serious.

"Would that be your indirect way of asking me to marry you?" You ask, feeling a bit embarrassed. It would be crazy to believe that he would want to marry you, right?

"I'm asking you to become an official part of my life. Maybe that involves a church and a priest or a simple ceremony. But yes, indirectly, I'm asking if you would like to marry me." He asks so casually that it startles you. He even laughs a little at your reaction. But you can't believe what's happening.

"Are you aware that our wedding means dealing with the media going crazy because of you and my mother freaking out because of me, right? Just letting you know it's not going to be easy." You say, finding it even funny how he doesn't seem worried at all.

"I'm fully aware of what our marriage would entail, but have you ever stopped to think that we would be husband and wife? That officially, every day we're not working, we'll be coming home to each other? To me, it sounds like a win-win situation." Pedro says, kissing the corner of your mouth and smiling. His positivity is enviable.

"Don't you think it would be rushing things? We've only been in a real relationship for a few months…" You try to think of other reasons why this might be a bad idea, but nothing else comes to mind.

"So now that you're done being pessimistic, do you want to tell me if you're going to marry me or not?" Pedro asks in a playful tone, and you look at him with half-closed eyes, but then laugh and kiss him.

"I'll marry you. But on the condition that you're the one who tells my mom," you say between kisses, and Pascal smiles. You can't believe you're going to become Mrs. Pascal.

tag: @wanniiieeee , @hungrhay and @leilanixx

[ladylike-foxes]

For the DADWC: The impression of hot sand at twilight, with the character of your choice!

She was raw and golden, like unlaced sunlight. Even now, he could smell the last grains of sand blown over the dune’s top with the last rays of of sunlight as they once blew through her hair. Her eyes remained as sharp as seaglass, blue mint and predawn mist. Her gaze was as steady steady as ever as her brother handed over the small package—darkened skin, freckle flecked as his wife’s, wish those same pale eyes, though periwinkle this time.“Eliana, "His bride suggested, sending the Inquisitor into a fit of tears."Little Eliana,” the Inquisitor cried onto his shoulder, kissing the mother relentlessly, unburdened by her soul, “I pray she hasn’t the visions of her cousin, or, if she has, the grace of her aunt.”Halesta held the babe fast in hand,“I love her, whether or not she should…nevermind. She is my gift from whatever creator there may be—”She gasped, arms outstretched around both twins, Camber and Somber, tightly hugged.“She is a gift and blessing of what is to come, I swear to thee…She will find protection in my arms, in the arms of my men and women, in the arms that claim neither and both. She had endless protection. Little Eliana.“ The Inquisitor sobbed onto the arm of her Sentry and of her Seeker, both having sworn their life on the child that rested below her.

[itbethatwaysometime]

Makeup

Summary: Peter watches you do your makeup

Word count : 742 (it’s short sorry)

Warnings: Fluff, kind of calming??, gender-neutral

A/n: I’m basically describing my own makeup routine in this, and I’ve always thought an S/O should be super supportive about your outlook, whether you put makeup or not. It’s really nothing special writing wise, but I’ve always had this idea in my head.

“I just want to watch because whenever I bring you to Sephora you’re like the happiest person on Earth.” Peter says brushing a light hand through your hair. You hum in content. “Alright, but I can’t really multi-task when I get ready. I need to concentrate.” You laugh a little at how ridiculous that sounds but you were not messing up your eyebrows today. “Yes, love.” He pecks your lips and sits down patiently next to you. You were both seated in front of your vanity. Many boxes from the container store holding your impressive makeup collection. You were an aspiring makeup artist. You loved the art of it and the fact that your face was your canvas. Peter was the most supportive person ever. He wasn’t one of those guys who said:” You’re so beautiful without makeup.” He accepted your passion for what it was. He thought you looked stunning with or without. You were both absolutely smitten for each other and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He watches you intently as you grab the first few products. “Ok, so first, I always start with primer.” You take out two products, watching his eyes watch every move you made intently. “And what does that do?” He holds the tube in his hand. “It preps the skin for the makeup, keeps it hydrated and oil-free all day.” You spray the Primer water onto your face and let it dry. He looks curiously as you grab a beauty blender and spray it with some water to give it some moisture. “And that’s…?” “ A beauty blender to blend out the concealer I’m going to be using under my eyes.” You place a little dots of concealer under your eyes. “Can I try?” He asks, shyly. You smile wide and hand him the sponge. “You hold it like this and tap lightly.” He gently cups his left hand under your chin, keeping you in place, you look up as he starts using feather-like taps to blend out the product. You almost tear up at the gentleness of his gestures. His soft breath ghosts over your cheek as he finishes up. “That wasn’t too bad.” He breathes out a sigh of relief and pulls back. You take a look in the mirror and shrug, impressed. “That looks so good, Petey” You grin giddily,you grab his hand and kiss his knuckles. He blushes, adorably. “After that, you set it with some powder.” You gingerly twist open the lid to your loose powder, but even being careful wasn’t enough to streak Peter’s black jeans with white powder. “Oh my gosh , Peter, you look like you just snorted a line.” You laugh, his eyes looking down at his crotch in horror. You try and pat it off, but it just smears a bit to the side. “Stop, (y/n)! It’s getting everywhere,” he chuckles,” I never knew makeup could get so messy.” Your combined laughter dies down and you continue the routine. “Now, it’s time for eyebrows.” You take out your brow pencil and show him the pencil side and the spooly. Slowly you trace the bottom, flick out the tail, then you trace the top and fill in. “Woah.” He looks at you in awe, brows make a huge impact on the structure and the general outlook on ones face. “That’s… really cool” You giggle and continue with the other one. “We’re almost done… I’m going to put a little bit of bronzer to make my skin look a little less monotone.” You grab a brush and run it along your cheekbones, your forehead and the sides of your nose. “Then I put some highlight.” You open the compact to reveal the shimmery product with holo flecks. “That looks really pretty… just like you.” You smack his arm playfully and apply the highlighter. You wouldn’t tell him, but the reason why you didn’t apply blush was because he always, always did something that would have you burning red. So, if you wore blush, you’d be bright pink all day. “And, lastly, mascara.” He watched as the you applied the black product, elongating and thickening your eyelashes. “That’s it.” He pushes his chair back a little and stares at you for a beat. His eyes roaming over your facial features, from your hair to your eyes to your lips. “God, you’re so beautiful, how did I get so lucky?” And pulls you into a searing kiss.

[fanficsofuconnswbb]

You sit in the front row (like you always do)

PART 5 — you make it really hard to think around you

Description: Kayleigh’s ankle is still healing. KK is still hovering. Finals week is actively ruining everyone’s lives. Somewhere between flashcards, late-night studying, and entirely too much eye contact, something finally snaps.

Kayleigh’s ankle is healing.

Technically.

Emotionally, however, she is suffering.

Mostly because KK Arnold has apparently decided she can no longer do anything by herself ever again.

“You know I can carry my own backpack right.”

KK keeps walking beside her. “mhm.”

“You are literally holding it.”

“correct.”

Kayleigh narrows her eyes.

KK doesn’t even look sorry.

Which is honestly annoying considering she looks unfairly good today.

Gray hoodie.

Hair messy from practice.

That stupid chain she wears catching light every few seconds when they walk past windows.

It’s distracting.

Dangerously distracting.

And Kayleigh would actually like to pass her chemistry final without losing her mind over a basketball player.

Unfortunately, the universe seems against her personally.

“You’re limping again.”

Kayleigh immediately straightens. “I’m not.”

“You literally are.”

“I’m walking.”

KK gives her a look.

One of those looks.

The kind that somehow says:

you’re being annoying

while also saying:

I’m worried about you

at the exact same time.

Which should not be possible.

And yet.

“Sit down when we get to class,” KK says.

“Yes mom.”

KK flicks her forehead lightly.

Kayleigh gasps dramatically. “abuse.”

“you’re impossible.”

“And yet.”

KK rolls her eyes.

But she’s smiling.

Which means Kayleigh wins.

Obviously.

The problem is this has become normal now.

That’s the issue.

KK carrying her books.

Walking her to class.

Keeping ice packs in her locker “just in case.”

Getting weirdly irritated whenever Kayleigh says she’s fine.

And every single time it happens, Kayleigh’s chest does this stupid warm ache thing she absolutely refuses to examine too closely.

Because if she does—

Well.

That becomes a whole thing.

And she already has finals.

She cannot emotionally implode right now.

Probably.

That afternoon they end up in the library together.

Not accidentally.

KK offered to help her study.

Which honestly should’ve been suspicious immediately because KK is objectively terrible at explaining things.

“Okay wait,” Kayleigh says slowly, staring down at her notes. “Explain that again.”

KK leans back in her chair dramatically. “I already did.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes I did.”

“You said—and I quote—‘the molecules are doing stuff.’”

KK points at her immediately. “Okay but they ARE.”

Kayleigh drops her head onto the table laughing.

“This is actually useless.”

KK laughs too, quieter.

Softer.

And when Kayleigh looks back up—

KK is already looking at her.

There’s a pause.

Small.

But enough.

Kayleigh suddenly becomes very aware of:

a) how close their chairs are

b) the fact KK’s knee has been touching hers for the last ten minutes

and

c) her own heartbeat for absolutely no good reason.

Which is terrible timing.

Because KK smiles slightly.

And now Kayleigh cannot think at all.

“you good?” KK asks.

Kayleigh blinks once.

Twice.

“…yeah.”

KK raises an eyebrow slowly.

“You sure?”

No.

Absolutely not.

Kayleigh is currently being psychologically damaged by eye contact.

But she says:

“obviously.”

KK hums like she doesn’t believe her for a second.

Which she probably doesn’t.

Because unfortunately KK notices things.

Too many things.

Like when Kayleigh gets quiet suddenly.

Or when she starts fidgeting with her hoodie sleeves.

Or when she stops looking directly at her for too long.

And right now?

All three are happening.

“you’re staring,” Kayleigh mutters eventually.

KK doesn’t deny it.

“You’re pretty.”

Oh.

Cool.

Awesome actually.

Now Kayleigh has forgotten every single fact she has ever learned academically.

“KK.”

“What.”

“You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“Why not.”

“Because I’m trying to study.”

KK’s smile gets worse.

“And?”

“And you’re distracting.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

Kayleigh kicks her lightly under the table.

KK laughs.

And there it is again.

That awful warm feeling in Kayleigh’s chest.

Like she’s standing too close to something dangerous.

Or maybe something good.

Which is honestly scarier.

Hours pass without them noticing.

Flashcards turn into talking.

Talking turns into laughing.

Laughing turns into long stretches where they’re just looking at each other too much.

At some point Kayleigh ends up sitting on the floor beside KK’s chair because her ankle started hurting again.

KK notices immediately.

“does it hurt bad?”

“A little.”

KK gives her a look.

“…Kayleigh.”

“Okay maybe medium.”

KK sighs softly before standing.

“Wait here.”

“Where am I gonna go.”

“you’re annoying.”

“you like it.”

KK points at her without missing a beat. “See? This is why.”

Kayleigh grins.

KK comes back a minute later with an ice pack from the freezer downstairs.

And then—

Without even thinking about it—

She kneels in front of Kayleigh.

Actually kneels.

One hand lightly holding her ankle while she adjusts the ice pack carefully over it.

Kayleigh goes completely still.

Because suddenly this feels—

Too soft.

Too close.

KK’s fingers brush her skin lightly.

And Kayleigh’s brain short-circuits instantly.

KK looks up briefly. “Too cold?”

Kayleigh genuinely forgets how words work.

“…what.”

KK smiles a little. “you okay?”

No.

Not even remotely.

Because KK is kneeling between her legs looking at her like she matters and Kayleigh is pretty sure this is how people die.

“you make it really hard to think around you,” Kayleigh blurts out suddenly.

Silence.

KK freezes slightly.

Then slowly looks back up at her.

“…yeah?”

Kayleigh immediately regrets having vocal cords.

“forget I said that.”

“No.”

“Please.”

KK laughs quietly.

But nervous this time.

Which is new.

And somehow makes this feel even more dangerous.

Kayleigh looks down at her hands.

KK watches her for a second too long.

Then softly:

“you know I like you right.”

Oh.

There it is.

Kayleigh’s entire body goes warm all at once.

“…yeah,” she admits quietly.

KK’s thumb brushes absentmindedly against her ankle.

“okay good.”

Kayleigh laughs softly under her breath.

“You saying that like I was confused.”

“You act confused.”

“I’m not confused.”

“Really.”

Kayleigh looks at her finally.

And there’s something different now.

Something heavier underneath all the joking.

Because suddenly this isn’t almost anymore.

It’s real.

KK stands slowly.

Too close now.

Way too close.

Kayleigh’s breath catches a little.

Which is embarrassing.

But probably unavoidable.

“Can I kiss you?” KK asks quietly.

And somehow that feels even more intimate than the kiss itself.

Kayleigh nods immediately.

Like immediately immediately.

Which makes KK laugh softly before leaning in.

The kiss starts gentle.

Careful.

Like they’re both trying to figure out how to do this without ruining it.

Then Kayleigh grabs the front of KK’s hoodie.

And suddenly careful disappears completely.

KK kisses her harder instantly, one hand sliding against her waist while Kayleigh pulls her closer without even thinking about it.

Their foreheads bump slightly.

Both laugh quietly against each other’s mouths.

Then kiss again immediately after.

And again.

And again.

Until Kayleigh is breathless and smiling and pretty sure her entire life just changed a little.

KK presses one last softer kiss against her mouth before pulling back just enough to look at her.

“You know,” she says quietly, “we should probably talk about this.”

Kayleigh smiles slowly.

“…probably.”

“Like officially.”

Kayleigh’s stomach flips.

“You asking me out right now?”

KK shrugs slightly, trying to act casual.

Fails horribly.

“I mean. Yeah.”

Kayleigh laughs softly before pulling her back in by the hoodie strings.

“Took you long enough.”

KK grins against her mouth.

Then the room goes quiet again.

Warm.

Close.

The kind of silence that feels like standing at the edge of something huge.

KK brushes her thumb softly against Kayleigh’s waist.

Kayleigh looks at her.

Really looks at her.

And then—

Kayleigh's heart races as KK's thumb traces circles on her waist, her touch sending shivers down Kayleigh's spine. She leans in, capturing KK's mouth in a passionate kiss.

KK responds eagerly, her hands finding Kayleigh's hair, pulling her closer. Kayleigh moans softly into the kiss, her hands exploring KK's body, feeling the curves she's been admiring for months.

KK's hands move to Kayleigh's shirt, pulling it off slowly.

Kayleigh helps her, their lips never parting. Once the shirt is off, KK's hands explore Kayleigh's body, her touch soft and reverent. Kayleigh shivers at the contact, her body aching with desire.

Kayleigh's hands move to KK's jeans, unbuttoning them slowly. KK helps her, their lips never parting. Once the jeans are off, Kayleigh looks at KK, taking in her naked form. KK is beautiful, her curves soft and inviting. Kayleigh reaches out, her fingers tracing the lines of KK's body.

KK moans softly, her body arching into Kayleigh's touch.

Kayleigh smiles, her fingers finding KK's center. She rubs softly, feeling KK's wetness. KK moans, her body moving in rhythm with Kayleigh's fingers.

"K-Kayleigh," KK moans, her body tensing. Kayleigh feels KK's orgasm wash over her, her body shaking with pleasure. She holds KK close, her fingers slowing down, feeling KK's body relax.

KK looks at her, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and love. She leans in, capturing Kayleigh's mouth in a soft kiss.

Kayleigh melts into her, her body aching with desire. She knows this is just the beginning, and she can't wait to explore every inch of KK's body, to make her feel pleasure like she's never felt before.

But for now, she just wants to hold her, to kiss her, to make her feel loved. And that's exactly what she does, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.

Later, much later, they’re curled together on the couch half asleep, chemistry notes completely abandoned somewhere on the floor.

Kayleigh’s head is tucked against KK’s chest.

KK’s fingers are lazily tracing shapes against her back.

Neither of them says much.

They don’t really need to.

Eventually Kayleigh tilts her head up slightly.

“…so we’re actually together now.”

KK smiles sleepily.

“yeah.”

Kayleigh grins immediately.

“oh my god.”

KK laughs quietly. “you’re cute.”

“shut up.”

But she’s smiling too hard for it to sound convincing.

And somewhere underneath the exhaustion and flirting and lingering kisses—

Both of them know.

Freshman semester just ended.

And somehow, somewhere between jealousy and ice packs and late-night studying—

They became each other’s favorite person.

[alchemysoulx]

Rewrite The Stars

Finale Chapter — Season Two

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

Notes:

The end of this beautiful story is upon us. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed this fanfiction and followed it. You are the best. See you soon ❤

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The anticipation for the most important moment of your life is overwhelming. Your eyes meet your mother's as she nervously adjusts your hair. Your best man, Enzo, is looking for something blue for you to wear. Pedro's younger sister will be your maid of honor. You've spent months debating every detail of this moment with your mother and Pedro's family. After much discussion, your wedding will be in a church.

"Running away is still an option if you're thinking about it," your mother says as she finishes helping you with your hair. You look at her through the mirror, disapproving of her words.

"Mom, it's not funny. Seriously, do you think Pedro will be at the church? I mean, the weather forecast was sunny and now it's raining. What if he backs out of everything?" you ask nervously, feeling your breath escaping you. The dress is tight in several places and the anxiety of being about to marry Pascal is overwhelming you.

"My daughter, don't say such nonsense. This man loves you. He didn't even let the fact that I disapproved of him get in the way of your relationship. I fear that he would marry you even in the middle of a storm." Your mother speaks so seriously, with no patience for what you're saying, that you realize she truly believes it's impossible for him to abandon you. You smile, standing up and adjusting your dress one last time before heading to the church.

"I'm ready to marry the man of my life, Mom. Wish me luck," you say softly, and your mother stands on her tiptoes to kiss your forehead. She whispers "good luck" to you, and you both head towards the wedding venue.

As your feet touch the church floor, you feel your legs trembling. Your eyes well up with tears as if you're ready to cry. Your mother holds your arm firmly, guiding you towards your groom. And there he is, your beloved Pedro Pascal. He looks stunning in an expensive-looking suit and has a huge smile on his face. Everyone you both know is in the church, witnessing your wedding. When your mother hands you over to Pedro, your hand almost slips from his, but he holds you firmly. The priest begins the ceremony, but all your attention is on Pedro, and it seems like all his attention is on you.

"I have to say, you look stunning. I think I hit the jackpot…" you say, leaning slightly closer to Pedro Pascal. He lets out a muffled laugh, prompting the priest to give you both a stern "shhh." A few seconds later, the priest

asks you to say your vows. You're almost certain that Pedro memorized his like a script and threw it away because you searched the whole house and couldn't find it anywhere.

“Well, what can I say about Y/N. When we first met, I felt like you were going to change my life. And I was right. Until we started dating, I thought it was impossible to find someone who would complete me this much. But you feel like another part of me. And you make me crazier, more in love, and happier,” Pedro says while holding both your hands, gently stroking them. You start to cry as you listen to him declare his love.

"The craziest thing about all this is that our love story often seemed more invented than real. Until one day, when you and I were playing the great lovers for the world; I realized that seeing you was the best part of my day. That filming a romantic scene made me miss you, and every love song seemed silly because none of them were about you." When Pedro says this, almost everyone in the church lets out a loud "ahhhhh." You feel so proud of the man you're about to marry. He really knows how to love you.

"I loved Mr. Pascal even before I met him. I loved him for his work, his commitment to being an excellent actor, and for appearing to be an even better human being. But he surprised me. He raised my expectations of what a perfect man could be with the way he treated me, always being the most kind and gentlemanly. But don't get me wrong. He was a challenge too. Getting him to open up to this relationship was a beautiful battle to fight." You say, looking deeply into his teary eyes. He gives you a sweet smile.

"But when we both stopped fighting what we were feeling and let ourselves be carried away by the emotions growing inside us, I knew I would love him forever. And I didn't even imagine marrying him back then. I just knew that the love we were creating was something unique and eternal. And that's how I want it to be. I want this marriage to last until we're old and gray. And I can't wait to see what our destiny will be like." You barely wait for the priest to declare you husband and wife. Your lips meet like two magnets, and you throw yourself into Pedro's arms, feeling him hold your waist with great affection. And that was the beginning of your happily ever after.

END

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[alchemysoulx]

Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Fifteen — Season Two

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

Notes:

In this chapter, we have an extra character called Enzo, whom I'd like you to imagine as the actor Enzo Vogrincic. And for those who enjoy the fanfic, I appreciate if you reblog or like. To the readers who supported a new season of this fanfic, my heartfelt thanks. I will be writing more chapters like this one or even shorter, as long as you continue to engage and enjoy what I'm writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN

It's been a month since the official start of your relationship with Pedro Pascal. Until then, unfortunately, you had few moments together. At the moment your relationship is being a little more virtual than you would like. But you can't complain. Dating a celebrity is a challenge that you are very willing to take on.

"Mom, I need to talk to Pedro now. You can very well open the door." You say, trying to connect your cell phone to the internet at your mother's house. She decided to pick some apples to make a pie to welcome Enzo here at her house. You came to visit her this weekend after she practically accused you of abandonment.

"My daughter, your boyfriend can wait. Open the door quickly before I go crazy." Your mother shouts from outside. You take a deep breath and decide to put down your cell phone for a moment.

"Did I arrive at a bad time?" Enzo asks, entering his mother's house with a bouquet of flowers. He hands it to your lap and you hug him.

"Who are the flowers for?" You ask without even answering Enzo's question, who smiles pointing at your mother. You lightly hit his arm.

"Enzo, are you flirting with my mom?" You say as you put the flowers in a flower vase and put some water on them.

"Idiot of you to assume that I only present my romantic affairs." Enzo says and you look at him judging him.

"Hey, do you know why I can't make a video call here? I tried fixing the wifi but it always fails." You tell Enzo by showing him your cell phone and he immediately manage to fix the connection issue on your phone. Moments later, you were in a video call with your boyfriend Pedro Pascal. Or what you thought was him. Since he was all dressed up, looking like a cowboy, wearing a hat and all.

"Darling, did I catch you at a bad time? You seem all dressed up to reprise your Kingsman character. Agent Whiskey, right? By the way, you're a sight for sore eyes." You say, laughing a bit but also speaking the absolute truth. Even his mustache is perfectly groomed. Pedro lets out a hearty laugh as soon as he hears you say that, then he sits down on a couch.

"That's my surprise for you on our one-month anniversary. A bit cheesy, but I know my fans love it when I'm dressed like this." Pedro says, smiling, holding his phone in the most awkward way possible. You prop your phone against an object on your mother's table as you sit in a chair nearby. Unfortunately, you came in such a hurry to your mom's place that you forgot your computer at home.

"My love, you look great. If your fans see this they'll go crazy. But how's the recording going on the set?" You ask as you watch Pedro adjust himself in the tight pants he's wearing. He finally managed to put his cell phone in a position where you can see his entire body. And to your surprise, he even has a rope attached near the belt around his waist.

"Other than the fact that I'm in London and not at home with you, everything is going well. I have great scene partners and getting around the city has been nice." He says while giving you a mischievous smile, which you understand as soon as you hear music in the background. He starts dancing to the music and you can't stop laughing. "Hey sexy lady" playing in the background of a Pascal video call wasn't in his plans but it's really fun.

"What are you doing?" You ask as the music starts to stop playing and you manage to stop laughing. Pascal sits down after breaking out some of his best dance moves.

"I was challenged to dance to this song every time it comes on set. So far it's been fun. Apparently they want me to record a TikTok to the song. I wish you were here with me, you would have so much fun." Pedro speaks and you feel as if your heart is going to explode. He really misses you and you're definitely not used to it.

"Maybe next time. Oh dear, I need to expose you to your biggest fan now." You say running towards Enzo who is helping your mother make her apple pie in the kitchen.

"Hey man, you're great with that characterization." Enzo says as soon as you show Pedro to him and Pedro smiles relaxed.

"Thank you, were you helping my mother-in-law or just visiting?" Pascal asks and his mother immediately clears her throat loudly and gives a grumble.

"Tell him that if he wants to consider me his mother-in-law, he should marry my daughter. Where have you ever seen a man break up with you, then get back together with you and abandon you?" His mother speaks loudly, to make sure Pedro hears and then she leaves the kitchen, leaving Enzo in charge of the pie.

"I'm here for the pie. And if you want my advice, when you come to see your mother-in-law, bring a gift. She won't resist." Enzo speaks to Pascal and then I left the video call to go put the pie in the oven.

"When were you going to tell me that your mother is mad at me?" Pedro says when it’s just the two of you on the video call. You let out a sigh.

"My love, when has my mother not been angry with me and you since we both started dating?" You ask and he smiles but a worried smile.

"I need to win her over. How are we going to tell her that you're going to live with me if she hates me?" You find it cute that Pascal thinks so much about your mother’s opinion regarding your relationship. You remember how funny it was when he asked if he should ask her permission to date you. You joked that he should only do that if he had a death wish. The truth is, you’re still trying to convince your mother to accept Pedro. It shouldn't be difficult because he’s kind, handsome, and funny. Most importantly, he makes you happy. But the reality is that your mother is obviously not ready to get over Enzo.

"Don't worry about that, Pascal. I'll talk to her about it when the time is right. Until then, focus on finishing your filming and coming back home. I miss you." You say, and soon after, you hear someone calling for Pascal. It feels like your conversation was far too short.

"Love, I have to go. But I promise to call again when I have some free time. I love you." And with that, he ends the video call as if he didn't just say he loves you for the first time. You smile, feeling all flustered, and start humming as you walk around your mom's house, thrilled that Pedro Pascal loves you.

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[alchemysoulx]

Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Seventeen — Season Two

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

Notes:

In this chapter, we have an extra character called Enzo, whom I'd like you to imagine as the actor Enzo Vogrincic. And for those who enjoy the fanfic, I appreciate if you reblog or like. To the readers who supported a new season of this fanfic, my heartfelt thanks. I will be writing more chapters like this one or even shorter, as long as you continue to engage and enjoy what I'm writing.Let me know what you think of the new chapter, and happy reading to all of you ❤

CHAPTER SIXTEEN FINAL CHAPTER

Days later you will look for your mother to tell her the good news. Not that she'll think it's a good idea. In fact, Pedro and you were going to tell him when some preparations were ready but some paparazzi photographed him buying the ring. Now you have to tell your mother who basically already imagines that you are going to get married.

"Do you think she will like the gift?" Pedro Pascal asks as he drives, a little nervous about asking his mother to bless your union.

"She loves cooking, I think she'll love that her son-in-law thought of buying some more practical kitchen utensils so she can cook without much effort." You talk and kiss the cheek of your fiancé. He seems to feel more confident after what you say.

"And we arrived. Don't forget that you promised to support me while I'm talking to your mother about the wedding." Pedro while parking the car, you think it's funny. He seems more nervous now than when he's preparing for some important audition.

"Are you that scared of my mother?" You ask making fun of Pascal. You take your bags and some gifts he brought to please her.

"Maybe. Last time we were here, you kissed your ex in front of me to prove that you were over him. What will we have to do this time?" Pedro's concern seems to be justified and honestly, you know that your mother will not easily accept that your happy ending is not with Enzo.

"Mi amor. There's nothing we have to do this time other than be honest. Yo te amo, tu me amas. We are simply here to inform my mother of this. Did you understand?" You say to Pedro Pascal as you drop your bags in front of your mother's door and kiss him.

"¿Planeas calmarme con un beso y hablando en español cada vez que esté tenso?" Pedro speaks naturally as soon as you stop kissing. You spent two months learning Spanish to surprise him.

"I intend to use Spanish to my advantage at any time. If you're going to marry me, adapt." You say, kissing Pascal on the cheek and pressing your mother's doorbell.

"Wow, you guys decided to come here and invite me to the wedding. I thought I'd have to watch it on television." Your mother says it being super dramatic. You smile and enter her house, giving your mother a hug as Pascal puts your bags inside the house.

"Mom, no drama. Pedro came here to visit you with me just to talk about the wedding." You say while hugging your mother.

"It's a pleasure to be at your house again Madam Y/M/N. I wanted to take the opportunity to deliver some gifts to you." Pedro says, handing over the utensils he bought. She looks at him a little suspiciously.

"We are not in the last century, you don't need a dowry to marry my daughter. Just ensure that she will be loved and respected for as long as your marriage lasts." Your mother speaks, shaking hands with Pedro as if they were closing a deal.

"I promise that I will respect and love your daughter until after the duration of our marriage. Which I hope lasts until our death separates us, to be clear." Pedro speaks while looking your mother in the eyes. Your mother smiles and hugs him.

"Now that we are friendlier, we have some wedding stuff to talk about." You say watching your mother and Pedro hug.

"I hope you know that I will be the one walking my daughter down the aisle to the priest." Her mother speaks and you look at her.

"Mom, Pedro and I aren't getting married in a church." You start to speak but Pedro touches your arm gently.

"Actually, we can think about getting married in church too. Ideally, we would get married in a discreet ceremony." Pascal speaks all understanding, while you look at him thinking he is trying to please your mother.

"And another thing. I'd like some grandchildren. No big deal, one or two would be nice." Your mother speaks and you almost gasp in surprise. Pedro thinks it's funny.

"I would like to assure you that this is not in our plans but we will take your recommendation into consideration." Pascal says embarrassed and you look at him disapproving of his answer.

"We're not going to take anything into consideration. Mom, whether you accept the marriage or not; you can't make demands. Pedro and I don't think about having children. I suggest that if you want grandchildren, adopt some." You answer and your mother looks at you disapproving of your answer. Pedro has a good laugh and then becomes embarrassed again. The rest of the time, you have fun trying to plan the wedding. And eating your mother's delicious chocolate pie. And all the while, your mother managed to treat Pascal like her son-in-law without remembering that he wasn't Enzo. You finally seem to be heading towards your happy ending.

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