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never ask a joel miller/pedro pascal girlie what happened on april 20th 2025
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you'll find me writing on ao3 *maybe*
"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.
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wild horses | p. pascal
pairing ; pedro pascal x fem!reader :p (reader speaks some spanish)
summary ; cute lil fluff with the one & only mr pascallllll oooooooooo
warnings ; some suggestive comments (?) basically fluff
a/n ; AHHHHH finally writing for the loml after what feels like forever (i KNOW y'all saw that snl special cmonnnn)
"nena, come to bed please," pedro whines underneath atleast 3 blankets
"inna' minute i promise," you answer mindlessly, you eyes still glued to your laptop on your table
work was being such a pain in the ass right now, you nearly contemplated just shutting off the computer and quitting your job. sure, it's not luxurious or the most fun, but the job lets you work remotely so you can be home, which is wherever you and pedro are
today, home is his house in la. the sun is setting on the west coast and it peaks into his bedroom, creating a golden shade of yellow that spilled into the linen sheets he was laying on. his arm glimmering in the warm sunlight as buried his head into the fluffed pillows.
pedro was pretty jetlagged from just having gotten back to LA after doing the snl 50th anniversary, so you didn't complain or question him when he asked demanded you to come over once his plane landed. you agreed with an exception, he lets you get some work done. easy, right? right? WRONG
you forgot how much he loooooves to distract you
pulling up a chair beside you to pepper your cheek and exposed shoulder in kisses, toying with your idle hand and rings while telling you how pretty your nail polish is, braiding small pieces of your hair and reminisce about all the people he talked to in the city, saying 'fuck it' and just fully picking you up from the office chair and throwing you over his shoulder into the room, smacking your ass as you squeal and giggle for him to put you down
"and pedro is ready to finish her off," he exclaimed in a faux announcer voice as he walks over to his bed
"cariño please show mercy!" you plead, writhing in his arms, but his grip just gets tighter
"nuh-uh, you can't escape. now, for my final move; the smackdown knock-out!" you squeeze your eyes shut and yelp as he alabama slams you into the soft comforters before flopping right next to you.
you open your eyes and blink a couple times then turning your head to see him innocently tucking some of your hair behind your ear and interlocking his hand with yours
"hey pretty," he whispers while he kissing your knuckles and palm
you smile softly, taking your other hand and scratch his scalp before replying "hi handsome."
he scoots a little closer until his head is right on your shoulder, hiding his whole face into your neck
"how'd i do on my sketch? hope you were watching," he asks while wrapping his arms around your waist and you visibly see him untense more if that's even possible
"oh of course i was, how could i miss out on ronaldo? he was the sexiest brother in my opinion." you teased while caressing his arms around your waist
he lifts his head up a little "careful sweetness. if i didn't know any better, i'd say you have a crush on me." he playfully warned
"pfffffttt, as if!" you say before scooting down to be eye level with his face.
you press a kiss to his nose, the both his now slightly flushed cheeks, his forehead, the corner of his mouth, and hover over his lips before suddenly pulling away
"god im so tired!" you dramatically moan and let out a loud yawn
pedro grabs your entire face and crashes his lips into yours, completely melting into each other
his hands find solace on your waist as your hands gently grab face, feeling the stubble tickle your palms
you pull away first and you see a little pout forming on his lips
you have no idea why but it makes you completely smitten when he does that, so you give him what he wants.
tiny little pecks all over his face, the last one being accentuated with a short little 'mwah' before you pull away and see his eyes closed and a wide ass grin
"wanna watch fanny and alexander?" you gently ask while tapping your fingers on his neck
his eyes shoot open and instantly find your face
"god, i love you so much" is all you hear as he topples all his weight on you in a crushing bear hug, leaving you breathless and full of laughter
#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal x y/n#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal fluff
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I NEED HIM IN MY BED! i shout like a crazy bitch…
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Every time I see a big tall guy I just think damn I need that
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when i’m playing the last of us and ellie starts being mean to dina

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gonna frame this photo and tell my kids this was the love of my life but he had to go war and didn’t come back so i had to marry their idiot father
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damn near about to lick the screen
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like him | l. verus
pairings ; lucius verus x fem!reader
summary ; you find once he's captured. you attempt to strip away the gladiator mystique and find out who he really is.
genre ; kinda angsty-ish buuuut cayoot ending
notes; shocker! i watched gladiator II and it was complete eye candy soooo i finally got the paul mescal hype ><
wc ; .7k words! sorry so short :,(
"aren't you a sight for sore eyes," you purred at the unknown man
he blankly looked at you, feigning a look exhaustion you mistake for annoyance
you pout at his expression, slumping on the stone next to his sweaty and bruised body
it had to be around 35° celsius in rome; the hot sweltering sun beating down on the dehydrated gladiators that had them dropping like flies left and right
many of the roman "call girls" would linger around these parts, you being one of them
"tell me gladiator," you began
"what did they take from you?" you gently asked, while poking at his chestplate
he didn't reply, just stared blankly at your figure, before adverting his gloomy gaze
he thought you seemed gentle and sweet, nothing like someone would call a common "whore"
obviously the life you're living was chosen for you, he wondered who made that decision
you laughed at his lack of response
"ah, so you're the stoic type? we've had many of those," you reminisce
"they come and go so quickly," you breathe out, "a real shame."
"i've become well versed in losing the things i love. i'm sure someone like you has as well." he surmised quietly
you whipped your head to look at him clearly
he face was completely wiped of emotion, oh he's serious
you dawn a wry smile, "i have."
he leans in further into the conversation, almost like his desire is to actively listening to you
you notice this and pull back a little
"you're a busy man," you nervously noted, "shouldn't you be training?"
he looks around for a minute, seeing everyone else occupied on some other mundane exercise
"i think i can push my training by a couple minutes," he suggested, wearing a cheeky grin before giggling with you
oh gods above please never let this moment end
you talk for what felt like forever, come to find out it had only been mere minutes
"there's something about him," you tell one of the girls in the brothel
"yeah, like what? his phallus?" she jeers playfully
you stay silent and just shake your head gently while helping her
there was a part of you that had yearned for a connection,but instead you're here, helping naive girl fix their makeup for men who do not deserve them
you stand up suddenly, confusion written on all their faces
"i'll be out until dawn," you say sharply
they all look at you with an unspoken agreement lingering in the air
you take a hooded cape and be on your way, you have to see your gladiator
in the dead of the night, you had arrived to the prison chambers that held the fighters
it was dirty and filled with little creatures, rusted blood on the metal, only illuminated by some rickety lanterns, you could hear the almost silent cry of some of the men, wishing they could return to their homes,
you were hastily let in, a loud BANG! heard before the gates shut completely
his stature completely melts when he sees your eyes, he knows it's you underneath the covering
you take a seat right next to him on his uncomfortable mattress, and you look at him deeply while he takes off your cloth hood
"i want to know you.."
"lucius," he whispers, his eyes moving all over your face to analyze every littlest feature
you hold his face in your hands and swipe your thumb over his cheeks "i desire to know you lucius."
"it feels like we've known each other a lifetime," he completely melts into you hands, placing his over yours
gently kissing your knuckles, he looks to you for comfort in an empire that wants to see you both dead
your eyes well with tears at the love you feel, its gentle and sweet, no malice or underlying lust
it's overwhelming and all you can do is stare at his while he admires you, treating you with such kindness that you think it's turning you nauseous
he confided in you, about his father, his life in numidia, and his desires in life
his eyes lit up thinking about what his future life could've been if it weren't for the literal chains that restricted him
your silence spoke volumes as you ran your hands through his rugged hair, nodding your head at every little thing he had to say
for the first time since being in rome, he's felt solace. only with you
#paul mescal#paul mescal x reader#lucius verus#gladiator 2#gladiator ll#gladiator 2 x reader#gladiator ii fic#lucius verus x reader#paul mescal x y/n
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