aboutpascal

[aboutpascal]

dress; (pedro pascal imagine)

obs: english isn’t my native language

They have no idea about you and me

They can't understand how it all this started, a real roller coaster of emotions. They don't know about our secret moments in a crowded room. They don't know you left your mark on me. They have no idea about you and me.

I remember when we met on that series set. You wore the Mandalorian costume and your best smile stamped on your face with age marks already, the helmet in one hand and the script in the other. And I wore that pleated skirt and red lipstick that turned your world upside down. Just one of Jon Favreau's assistants. There isn't a day that I don't thank all the Gods for being lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. For being cast by Jon to work that week.

You looked me up and down as I sipped my Starbucks coffee, and you gently ran your finger across the corner of my mouth, where my lipstick was slightly smudged. And it was there that a tension between us was created. You stared into my eyes and managed to read my entire soul in just seconds. I felt goosebumps all over my body from just a touch of your finger and a deep look. I was in the palm of your hand within seconds.

That week we built a friendship of souls, it was real. So Jon started calling me more often to work. We got to know each other more and more. We could hardly imagine the direction things would take.

You hung up on recordings just to spend more time talking to me. Soon you became my best friend and I still didn't understand why my heart danced just to the sound of your voice. In fact, I preferred not to understand what was already obvious. Pedro, I fell in love with your soul. I fell in love with the best person in this world. Despite everything, I preferred not to show anything, fearing your reaction. All this silence and patience, generated apprehension and anticipation. My hands are shaking from resisting you. I Carve your name into my bedpost and in my notebooks because I don't want you as a best friend. I remember that day when we accidentally ended up kissing, not even knowing who took the initiative first. We decided to forget. I swear I tried but I failed.

Even in my worst moments, you could see the best of me. Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me.

Jon invited me to the premiere of the show, then you did the same, so I could be your date. Best friend accompanying her friend, that's what she appeared to be.

On the day of the premiere, I made sure to look beautiful not only for whoever was there, but for you, mainly. I took a relaxing bath in the hotel bathtub and dressed in my black lingerie, even a garter belt. I used creams and perfumes. I put on my red dress, with a huge slit from hip to toe. Only bought this dress so you could take it off. That's what went through my mind all the time while I was wearing that outfit.

When the makeup and hair were done, I went to the event. You said my name and everything just stopped. When I turned around, there you were staring me up and down. My red lipstick got you, I know, and I knew it in that moment.

"That slit in the leg is sexy." whispered in my ear as you kissed me on the corner of my lips.

In that moment, I understood your intentions for the night. And I won't deny it, they were mine too. We were in sync, as usual. Inescapable, I won't even try. And if I get burned, at least we were electrified.

We drank so much that everything was starting to spin. We made the devil feel shy when we were alone in that premiere party space. We were just devouring each other with the looks, but you were the first one to give in. For God's sake, I'll never forget when you placed your hand on my waist and slowly slid your hands to my thigh, leaving goosebumps on me. I threw my arms around your neck and lightly scratched your bare skin.

"I've wanted to do this for so long." you whispered softly into my ear and spread kisses down the side of my face until you finally reached my lips, rested your thumb there and went back to whispering - "That red lipstick of yours... I can only think of it all over my body."

And that was the trigger for me to kiss you right away, with ferocity and desire. I've been looking forward to this since I met you, Pedro. You can't imagine.

I keep memories of that night in my soul. You went with me to my room, we made sure to get laid wherever possible.

"Only just bought this dress so you could take it off." - I revealed without caring for the consequences. In that moment, you devoured me. Ripped off my dress and laid me on the bed. In that room, we fucked until we ran out of air. You got addicted to my body, we were never satisfied with each other. Endless hunger.

I remember we taking a bath together. I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk again. After that day, it was hard to hide the flame we had when we were together, in the same place. Everyone thinks they know us, but they don't know anything about it.

Now I wake up by your side. My one and only, my lifeline.

[aboutpascal]

cruel summer; (pedro pascal imagine)

obs: english isn’t my native language

Oh, how could I forget that cruel summer?

I'll never forget your unique smile from when we were in Chile with your family, yeah, it saved my life. Our favorite summer. It was just you and me, me and you. Us. We had an inexplicable connection. It was love. And it still is, real love. Vivid and pulsating, like a wound. Little did we know that this wound, when touched, would hurt like hell.

Your family accepted me, despite the age gap. Everyone loved me, they still loving, and I know they always ask you about me. I still get messages from Lux asking me how I’m feeling, and it hurts. It hurts to say that I cry every night because I miss you, Pedro. For God’s sake, how I want to go back to that cruel summer in Chile, where everything fell apart. When I remember, anxiety crises attack me and I only think about dying so I don't have to deal with the pain of having you away from me.

In the silence of the night we had mind-blowing dreams, planned trips, escapes and even our marriage. You'rehiding in that favorite place of yours in your hometown. No love dared to compete with ours. We felt alive, life was so much lighter when we were in love.

"I love you, mi alma." — you whispered to me and lay my body on yours, in the damp grass after a summer rain. You put your hands on my belly and stroked her. Little did we know that there, in my womb, there was a life beginning.

"Y yo amo mas, mi vida." — I answered in Spanish, feeling my heart race and almost explode with so much love.

I'll take the blame to the grave with me, I'm sorry. It's all my fault.  I hate myself for being like this.

We had no rules, it was an unwavering paradise. The shape of your body was always new to me. We loved to explore our bodies day and night, non-stop. We never got tired. I still feel the warmth of your body glued to mine, even the drops of your sweat dripping into my naked body. You sculpted me in unimaginable ways, and I was your favorite masterpiece.

You asked me to marry you and I accepted, with the greatest pleasure in the world. We didn't care what the news was about our age gap. Until I felt strange, my body was different. It was dawn when I decided to go to the 24 hours pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test. Oh, Pedro... We wanted this so badly, but I wanted to wait longer. I wanted to finish my college, marry you, buy that apartment in New York we were dreaming of. I wanted to live everything by your side first.

I came home. The result got positive. You have no idea how much it hurted me, because I wanted it, but I wasn't ready. Damn, I'm so immature. I went into despair, my head was spinning and I was aimless. I just wanted to go back to our bed and lay down in your arms, crying until the world ends. So I made the worst decision of my life, which would be the beginning of the end. There's not a night I don't dream of that life that was taken from me.

The other day, I remember arriving at your family's house after the interruption. Everyone had left, but you were waiting for me there, with the test result in your hands. And at that moment I died inside. You cried of happiness because you would finally fulfill your dream of being a father. It was the best summer of your life. And I was crying in pain for taking that life from inside me. But I was weak and I didn't told you.

And then that damn night came. When the angels rolled their eyes and the demons threw the dice. In that bar, it was Fridaynight, your Chilean friends wanted to meet me, and you were excited to tell then that we were getting married and that soon we would have achild.

It was the first time I dare mix my antidepressants with strong drinks.

"How could you do that?" — you questioned as you cried. Your friends looked at me incredulously at what I told. I was drunk, but that's no reason. I was weak, and that's all I could tell you.

We argued at that table, bottles broke and tears fell. All attention has turned to us.

I drunk in the back seat of the car, leaving with you. Your phone kept ringing, it was your friends calling. And coming from the bar, I cried like a baby. You, disappointed that u didn't participate in my decision, said it was okay. But it wasn't true.

I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you.

I knew that deep down in your soul, you were trying to understand my side. But it was impossible, I know. I ended up with one of your dreams, my love.

"I love you." — I spoke as i cried loudly, waking up your whole family.

Isn't that the worst thing you've ever heard?

We slept in separate rooms. Your sister Javiera spent the night with me. You know, I thought after that your family would hate me, but they took me in even more. Unlike our relationship, which languished until the last moment.

You left me in Chile and returned to New York. I, without other option, returned too soon after. When I got to my apartment, you didn't even disguise that you left. Our photos torn and scattered across the light brown carpet. So many undone memories.

In my room, no clothes from you. Just a suitcase, where you returned all my clothes that were in your apartment. There's only your smell left on my pillowcase.

It's been months, and everyday I sat looking at the front door, waiting for you to come in and forgive me. I turn on the TV and just want to watch your movies and series scenes.

I wish I could go back to that cruel summer in Chile and do everything differently.

And then… you finally knocked on the door and asked to come in and talk.

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so... I think I’m gonna post some stuff about Pedro here

one shots, smuts, fics, hots, AAAAAA idk