ONE MONTH LATER

sandywillow
I genuinely cannot believe that we only have one day left of filming. You are the kindest, funniest, most talented human I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I'm so glad to exist in the same universe as you, honored to work with you, and beyond grateful to star alongside you. I can't put into words how much you mean to me. Thank you for being by my side these last (crazy!) 6 months and for just being the most humble and most genuine person. (I'm going to stop typing now because I could easily gush about you for 10+ paragraphs.)
TAGGED: @pascalispunk

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pascalispunk
I am so in awe of you everyday.
You are so beautiful and funny and immensely talented. I have loved every second I've spent with you on and off set. You're so important to me and I'm so proud of how much you've grown over these past 6 months and the sheer strength you have astounds me. ❤️
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sandywillow
You are everything 💓
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pascalispunk
took the words from me, corazón.
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User7171890
AWHAT THE FUCK THEYRE SO CUTE
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User33257
Why does this lowkey sound like they're not dating???? Like ??? This is sus idk
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User455528
@User33257 I was thinking this!!! Or like a breakup maybe? It's cute but kind of ominous idk tho
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User5561901
@User33257 hard agree

OscarIsaac
I'm obsessed with this picture
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sandywillow
hold on I'll send it so you can add it to your "pedro collection"
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OscarIsaac
@sandywillow how do you know about that
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User998290
@sandywillow PLEASE IS THAT A REAL THING AHAHAHA BYE

CCTorres
Great pic and great message ❤️
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6:12PM
MESSAGE FROM:
"Pedro"

Pedro
I don't want to break up.

Willow
Me either.

Pedro
I haven't even kissed you yet
We can't break up

Willow
So kiss me

Pedro
I can't, Willow.
You know that.
I don't want to make
your mental health worse.

Willow
I know.
I appreciate that.
I appreciate you.
You're the only person
that doesn't like
pity me.

Pedro
Pity you?
What's there to pity?
You're strong as hell.
You've been through things
that I can't even imagine.
You make everyone around you
feel comfortable and safe
and happy, despite feeling
the opposite.
I could never pity you.
I'm inspired by you.

6:14PM

Pedro
You're this big bright ball
of warm happy energy and
I can't help but feel drawn to you.
You're like the sun and I'm just
a planet, pleasantly caught in
your orbit.
(Message not delivered.)

Willow
Pedro
How do I respond to that
I don't even
Fuck
You're literally making me cry

Pedro is typing...
...
...

Message read at 6:17PM

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Pedro stared at the phone in his hand, mind reeling from the drinks at the wrapping party. He wanted to text her, it had been two hours since she'd responded. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, how he wanted to sweep her off her feet and take her away from all of her own pain.

He looked up, glancing across the room at her.

Willow's hair; tucked under a dark green bandana, covered in fake dirt and soot. She was still wearing the bandana from their final shot, and the wrist cuffs as well, but her boots were different. Dark brown with laces too long for the shoes, wrapped around three ways before they tied in front.

She had mismatched socks on, one slightly longer than the other, and a pair of black shorts with an oversized t-shirt.

Willow's appearance screamed haphazard disarray, as though she'd grabbed the first two items in her trailer and threw them on, forgetting the costume pieces entirely.

Pedro felt the air leave his lungs, his mouth parted a fraction as he admired her. Standing there, laughing with Jon Favreau about something he couldn't hear, he realized she was the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Mierda," he breathed out, trying to pry his eyes from her. She hadn't noticed him staring yet, but he was sure she would in a moment.

A part of him wanted her to notice, for her cheeks to redden and a sheepish smile to tug at her lips. He lived for that; making her blush. He found it absolutely adorable and endearing and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her cheeks and tell her as such.

He moved his gaze to the right, spotting the snack station. It was full of finger food; cheese, crackers, canapés, cucumber sandwiches. People snagged multiple and ate happily, but he didn't feel hungry anymore.

He peered over at her again, letting out a quiet sigh. Pedro didn't want to let her go. He could hear her laugh from where he stood across the room, loud and joyful, and it tugged at his heart.

He wanted to hear her laugh forever. He didn't want her laugh to be one he could place forever but never hear again.

"You okay?"

Pedro jumped slightly, placing a smile on his face, painting it over his pained expression. He couldn't let anyone else know, not now. Not after everything.

"What?" He asked, blinking and placing the name to the face.

"I asked if you're okay. This is the wrap party, you don't seem very excited," Bryce Dallas Howard, his coworker and friend pointed out.

Pedro nodded. "Oh, yeah," he played it off. "I'm good, thank you. Tired, this week's been crazy."

"Yeah," She agreed, eyes flickering to Willow, who was making her way to them. "Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me."

Pedro smiled kindly, nodding again. "Thank you."

She left and was replaced by Willow a moment later. She smelled of coconut and vanilla, sweet, but not overpowering.

He smiled down at her, noticing how she was nearly a head shorter than him. Being a man of average height, he secretly appreciated her being so much smaller.

Willow's face brightened when he smiled and his hand instinctively reached for her, but he stopped just before it reached her face, moving to his face and scratching his scruff awkwardly.

"Hey," she said quietly. "You didn't text me back," her eyes narrowed playfully.

His smile softened. "Are you liking the wrap party?"

"Yeah," She shrugged. "It's nice. Jon said if viewers react well to the finale, they might extend the contract."

His eyes widened. "Really? That's incredible! I told you so," he teased her and she shrugged.

"I know," she stepped closer to him and he felt his heart rate pick up. "I didn't want to get my hopes up."

Her hair was in braids, he realized. Two braids dangling at her shoulders, but they were loose and sloppy and hair fell across her shoulders, neck, and slid in front of the bandana.

"Dios mío," he breathed out, cursing himself for letting it slip.

She was so close now, looking at him with her wide, innocent brown eyes. He thought they were green — did they change color in the light? — hazel, he remembered she'd mentioned. God, was she beautiful.

His jeans felt tighter suddenly and he cleared his throat, willing himself to look away.

But she captured his attention before he could, nibbling on her lip. Was she thinking the same as him?

The party music blared away, voices and laughter echoing across the empty lot. Pedro didn't focus on them, they felt so far away. He could only see her, hear his own heartbeat.

His head leaned down a fraction and she tilted hers up.

"Fuck it," he whispered, his body thinking before his head. She let out the quietest of moans, one he wouldn't have heard if he wasn't so close to her.

His lips brushed against her own and she tasted of honey and sugar, everything sweet, and good, and kind; oh, how he craved her.

She didn't stop him, encouraged him, rather, reaching her hand to his chest and pulling him towards her.

As his lips molded against her own, warming him from the inside out, he wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer.

She gasped quietly beneath him and it only drove him further.

Honey and sugar and coconut, oh, how delicious she smelled; she was infinitely sweeter to taste. His lips moved with purpose, as though they were designed just for hers.

She breathed him in deeply, quickly, but deeply, needing him just as much as he needed her.

"Calm down you two!"

They sprang apart, blushing heavily, equal sheepish smiles on their faces.

He'd done it, he thought with a smirk, looking down at her, his hand still around her waist, her hand placed gently on his chest. He'd finally kissed her. And fuck it all, he wanted to do it again.

Laughter rang throughout the room and Willow looked up at him, a small smile toying with her lips.

"Sorry," she mouthed.

He shook his head intermittently, placing a gentle kiss to her head.

"You wanna go somewhere private?" He asked quietly against her skin, his voice deeper than normal.

He couldn't help himself; he wanted to taste her lips again, taste every inch of her. His body yearned for her touch, for her soft skin beneath him. He wanted to hear every moan, every squeal, every gasp, every possible sound she could make. And he wanted to be the reason for them all.

She nodded under his lips and he pulled back, grabbing her hand and tugging her through the cast and crew alike, not giving a damn who saw them, towards his trailer.

The walk was quick, barely two minutes, but with every step his breathing steadied and his chest tightened. Worry filled him as she fell quiet next to him, fingers still wrapped around his own.

"Pedro, wait," she stopped them just outside the door, gripping his hand like a lifeline.

Closing his eyes, he sighed, his head falling forward a fraction. There it was; the peaceful, erratic bliss he'd felt just a moment before, taken from him before he could truly enjoy it.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, and he turned around to face her.

Shaking his head, guilt flooded him. "No, baby," he said quickly, sternly. Was she really blaming herself? Why? Couldn't she just let herself feel, let herself be happy?

"Don't you apologize for anything," he dropped her hand, placing both of his on her cheeks. "I shouldn't have kissed you, I—"

"—Pedro, that's not—"

"—But it won't happen again. Maybe this whole," he swallowed thickly, trying to formulate the words his brain fed his mouth. He couldn't say them. He didn't want to. "Break up thing is for the better," his voice cracked, but he cleared his throat. "I'll always be here when you need me. But I think it's—I think we should get ahead of it. Stop ourselves from feeling the pain before it happens."

She opened her mouth to protest but he moved his thumb in front of it, quieting her.

"Don't." He stroked her lips, fighting everything in him not to kiss her again. "Don't make this harder. I am here for you, Willow. Always. But we can't—we don't belong together. Not like this. I'm sorry."

He watched her for a moment, hating himself, screaming internally to shut up and kiss her again. Tears formed in her eyes and a hurt expression flashed across her face.

Always so expressive, so genuine.

They said nothing more and he closed his eyes again — the only way he'd be able to truly turn around is by not looking at her — and walked away from her, leaving her standing there, just outside his trailer.

I'm sorry, he said to himself as he shut the door behind him. I'm sorry I'm not going after you, not pulling you to me. I'm sorry I can't hold you and make you feel complete.

I'm sorry.

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8:14PM
MESSAGE FROM:
"UKNOWN"

UNKNOWN
It's too late.
Say goodbye to your
perfect little life.
If only you had listened
like a good girl.
Now...
Everything will come
crumbling down.

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i just watched tlou episode 3 and this just wrote itself after sorry haha. my dad is okay, for anyone who follows me, thank you. We're not close but he is still my father. Hope you all enjoyed this!!! Thank you for so many views and votes, I truly love writing it.