pedrosstache

[pedrosstache]

The Photo - The Amsterdam Series

summary: pedro's sneakiness pays off

word count: 3k

pedro x f!reader

The light morning breeze from the open window across the room wakes you up. Where the hell are you? You squint one eye open - there's the back of someone's head. Georgie. Right, Amsterdam. You stretch, your whole body stiff, head pounding with the dull ache of another night of too many drinks. What the hell did you even have last night? Oh that's right... someone else's whiskey. A dumb smile cracks across your face as you sit up in bed. 

You remember the way Pedro leaned in at the bar when you got up to get another round for everyone, "I'll come with" he said as you offered. He's resting his elbow on the bar, one foot over the other, looking at you like you were the only person in the room. Both of your eyes are hazy, present, connected, between the drinks and the palpable tension. "Can I see that picture?" he asked, voice low and playful. You handed him your phone without a word. He took it from your hands, gently - so gently. He stared at the screen for longer than you could imagine necessary to take in the picture. He smiled. A more genuine smile than you could imagine after this many drinks. "Fuck," is all he says. "Here you go!" The bartender stepped in front of you both with your drinks. 

Your head flops back against the pillow, groaning softly. Stupid, charming man. 

You reach for your phone on the charger, surprised that it even ended up there last night. Once again you open it to notifications from everyone in the group chat and a few random texts. You scroll through the chaos - gibberish messages and some blurry pictures of you and Georgie that Sonny had taken. 

You start clearing notifications when a text from an unsaved number catches your eye, "Did you get back up to the room okay?" 

You stare at the screen, confused. It came in late - 2:13am, well after you'd already collapsed face first into the mattress. Opening the thread, you see the message... and a photo sent from your own phone.

It's the picture of you, Sonny, Pedro, and Danny. You never sent it to him. You would've remembered that right? He must have... Did he send it to himself while I was talking to the bartender? You didn't think much about not getting his number last night because Georgie had mentioned getting Danny's so we can make plans. A slow grin spreads across your face, that little shit. 

You respond, "Did I get back okay? Unclear. But I woke up in bed and not on a canal boat, so I'm counting that as a win." You hit send before you can start to overthink it. Too hungover to have any dignity to lose. Keeping the text thread open, you shake your head looking at the picture. You start to type again, "Also very smooth sending yourself the pic. Very subtle. A wise man once said and I quote, 'You can just ask for my number, darlin'". 

The cool air hits you as you walk out of the front door of the bar with everyone. "Are you guys SURE you don't just want ONE more drink?" Sonny slurs to the group, swaying in step with everyone. It's 12:30 and everyone is more drunk than anyone was planning. "100%." "YES." "No more." Three of you say all at once. "Fiiiiiine." Sonny says, arms linked with Danny, his new best friend. "Oh my god is that place open?" Georgie says pointing to the chinese restaurant across the street. A neon sign buzzed, a few straggler party-goers inside. The windows were fogged with the heat from inside. Sonny already averted his step, already heading for the door.   

Fifteen minutes later, the five of you are crammed into a booth, table filled with more food than you could ever eat. Everyone is chatting, sharing plates and utensils. You're smooshed between Sonny and Pedro. Sonny sitting across from Danny because he just "can't go more than 10 minutes without seeing his beautiful face." Pedro plops the last dumpling on your plate in front of you, without a word. "What're you trying to bribe my number out of me now?" You say to Pedro with a laugh. He laughs, not denying it. Danny is now feeding Sonny lo mein from across the table. "This is a family restaurant" Georgie mutters to them, mocking disgust. 

The table dissolved into laughter. Finishing up eating and paying the bill. Pedro holds the door open for everyone, you the last one out. You give him a mock curtsy before stepping out into the cool night, "darlin'", he says with a lilt, guiding you out the door.

Your phone vibrates in your hand almost immediately. "Guilty as charged, but imagine being me and not being in possession of that picture of you? Just asking for your number wouldn't be very Nick Miller/Luke Danes of me now would it? Also very happy you didn't end up on a canal boat, although it would be a great story, if you're going to end up on one while you're here you should probably at least remember it." 

You laugh, rolling your eyes at the compliment knowing damn well that picture isn't just of you and only now remembering last night's conversation as he references it. 

The rest of the walk back to the hotel was calm yet chaotic. Like herding five overgrown tired kittens. The coldness of the night keeping them from totally melting into their drunkenness. Someone had started a debate on whether Gilmore Girls or New Girl was the better show with the word "Girls" in the title. "Rory is the worst!!" Georgie said to Sonny, gesturing wildly with a pair of plastic chopsticks she stole from the restaurant, "Jess deserved better". 

"Okay but Schmidt?" Danny said immediately doing an impression "Youth is fleeting but immaturity can last a lifetime!" Sonny countered, slurring but holding his ground. "Schmidt is a walking red flag but I respect it."

"I'm sorry but Gilmore Girls walked so New Girl could run," Pedro added. You look at him, head cocked.

"That's a bold take from someone who drinks whiskey neat and likes to make college students cry." 

"I contain multitudes" he winks at you. He fucking winked. 

You open your mouth to reply when you see chopsticks and blonde hair fly in front of your face. Pedro moves quicker than you ever could with this much alcohol in your system, catching a falling Sonny who just tripped over the uneven cobblestone. 

"I am too pretty for a black eye" he says looking into Pedro's eyes like a movie scene. "You alright New Girl?" he says as he stands Sonny back up straight. Everyone cracks up at that, coming around the corner to the hotel. 

As you come up to the hotel steps Pedro's hand ghosts your lower back. Everyone talking at once - goodnights, wondering what's in the hotel vending machine even though you're still so full you could puke. Pedro looks at you, "You sure you've got it from here?" You raise an eyebrow, "I'm not the one who almost got taken out by a sidewalk." "Just look out for those stairs on your way up..." he says in mock worry. "Goodnight Pedro" you say with a smile, "goodnight darlin'" he replies, turning to walk back to his own hotel with Danny. 

The sound of Georgie stirring next to you brings you back to reality. 

You now hear not only your phone vibrating but Georgie's too. You must be the only one though because you hear Georgie start to snore again. You look back down at your phone going crazy. 

EuroTrash 2025

Didn't I just open these messages?

Wait that wasn't the name before was it? 

You click the text.

2 new members added - Pedro and Danny

This must've happened at the restaurant while Sonny was professing his love to Danny. 

Sonny:

who's alive

who's hungry 

i think my soul is still in that restaurant 

Danny:

i smell like lo mein and regret

Georgie's snores stop. "Is that the group chat or just my poor life decisions coming to haunt me?" You hand her her phone. "New groupchat. Guess who's in it?" She peels her head up off the bed and turns to look at you through sleepy eyes. "Interesting, I can get behind that." 

You scroll up to see the past messages which once again include plenty of pictures. Georgie mid-laugh, a table full of chinese food, a TikTok edit of Luke Danes and Nick Miller together, a blurry shot of Sonny halfway to the ground moments before Pedro caught him.

Your phone buzzes again.

Sonny:

breakfast or i riot 

please someone answer me before i eat this eggroll i found in my pocket

i'll be good, i'll drink water and eat a fruit, i swear

Georgie sits up, hair sticking straight up from her head. "What were you and Pedro texting about last night?" "What?" You say looking at her confused, hoping you're not missing something. "I saw his name on your phone when I plugged it in. You guys couldn't even wait five minutes to talk again." You tell her how he sent himself the picture last night without telling you while you were at the bar, "I even made a comment at the restaurant about how he was bribing me for my number and he just laughed! He already had it!" 

Georgie sits up straight, laughing, clearly loving how this is going. Sonny barges in the door "Up. Now." You both whip your heads around at him in shock, then each other and start cackling. He's wild eyed, messy hair, and has a sauce packet stuck to his face. "No one speaks until I get coffee," he mutters. You and Georgie get up and start throwing whatever clothes are clean enough for breakfast. 

You make your way out of the hotel, sun too bright, everything a little too loud but just as beautiful. Pedro and Danny had plans to see a museum this morning so weren't able to join for breakfast, much to Sonny's dismay. 

The three of you trot along the street, until you smell the fresh espresso being brewed and the heavenly yet nauseating smell of pastries. You claim a spot on the outdoor patio of the cafe on the corner. Everyone around you photo ready, you three in hoodies and sweatpants with sunglasses like you're incognito celebrities. 

"I can actually feel the blood pumping inside my brain," Sonny says, clutching the coffee that was just brought out like his first born child. "Do you think I'm concussed?" The sauce packet that was on his face is now stuck to the back of his phone on the table. 

Georgie squints at him over her croissant, "I'm sorry from what I remember your head didn't even come close to hitting anything drama queen, Pedro caught you. It wasn't exactly a battle injury." 

"Ah Pedro," Sonny says dramatically, hand on his chest. "Our hot bodyguard." 

You try to keep an even keel, your stomach doing a flip that you tell yourself is from the drinking. 

"Speaking of our bodyguard," Georgie says averting her gaze to you, "did you text him back?" 

"Oooooo! Fill me in!" Sonny says hands clasped under his chin, elbows on the table like you're about to read him a bedtime story. 

"Not much to tell, he secretly sent himself the picture of all of us off my phone last night at the bar and I didn't notice until morning when he texted again." You said, shrugging your shoulders, because that's really all that has happened. 

They both look at you, "and he said...?" Sonny says looking at you like you're withholding information in front of a judge. 

"He was making sure we got back to the room alright," you said.

Georgie looked at you exasperated, "this is like pulling teeth either start talking or let us read the conversation." 

You laugh, taking your phone out. You start reading it verbatim. "Oh my god, not the Gilmore Girls, New Girl reference." Sonny says laughing. 

As you're reading your texts out loud another one comes in. 

Euro Trash 2025

Danny

someone tell sonny i found his soul on the ground outside the museum gift shop

Sonny

if you could kindly peel her off the bottoms of your shoes and bring her home... i miss her

You laugh, showing Georgie what you're both looking at, Georgie's phone dead on the table because she somehow managed to plug your phone in but not her own last night. You go back to your coffees, talking about what you might all do today when the groupchat goes off again.

Pedro

hanging it up in the museum next to the picasso as we speak, we'll have to have our resident museum expert write a blurb about her

Sonny

oh i mean i wouldn't call myself an expert per say don't flatter me

although i have been known to appreciate fine art

yanno like that one statue of david... and pedros forearms

"Sonny!" You say cracking up as Georgie reads the tail end of the text. "What? Someone had to say it." Sonny says with a shrug. 

Pedro

and here i thought you were the work of art sonny

Sonny

i look pretty but those forearms saved my life last night so they deserve their own moment of appreciation

You're all laughing at the ridiculousness when you put your phone down on the table. "Alright, what's the plan for today?" "Oh you mean we aren't going to sit here for the next two hours while I nurse an entire pot of coffee?" Sonny says. "We'll get another to go for you, we have to keep that brain sharp so you can keep flirting with Pedro" Georgie says. You leave the cafe feeling like a different human than when you came in. You decide to wander for a bit, popping in anywhere that looks interesting, not having any concrete plans for the day. You find a flea market that you walk around for a bit, trying on a few dresses while Georgie is wrapping a scarf around her head, looking like a Parisian princess. Sonny pops out from behind a clothing rack with a huge fur coat on. You feel like you're in an early 2000's movie. 

You take the cobblestone street in whatever direction the wind takes you. Looking at postcards and keychains outside of a few shops, suddenly feeling like you recognize the area. It looks different in the daylight and much more sober but you all realized you're retracing some of your path from the night before. Georgie buys a postcard with a cat wearing clogs on it and Sonny tries on a ring and makes the face Raven from That's so Raven made when she was having a vision, "it's opening my third eye," he says. 

The sun slowly moves across the sky as it turns to mid afternoon, no big moments, just endless small ones. The magic of being on a vacation with no responsibilities with your best friends. 

Somewhere between your first and second stroopwafel (Sonny insisted on you getting another one because the place you had, didn't even compare to this one) your phone buzzes in your back pocket. Pedro. Not in the groupchat.

Pedro

found something at the museum that reminded me of you, sending a pic when i'm not getting a stare down from the six year old next to me for standing too close to it

Sonny calls you and Georgie over before you can reply, he's holding the door open to a small gallery.

"Open Studio - Local Artist Exhibition. TODAY ONLY!" 

"For our little art-eest" Sonny says, smiling as you walk in. 

Inside smells like paint, drying clay, and espresso. Canvases lining the walls of the small studio, small sculptures on pedestals throughout the rest of the floor space. A jazz record playing in the background. You smile at every one of your senses being brought to life. Instinctively you split up to explore the room, Georgie looking at a piece made up of old take out receipts, Sonny looking at a clay mask covered in red and yellow glaze, you drawn to the smallest piece over by the window. The piece almost looks undone in an intentional way, sentences on the canvas that aren't complete, full of typos, but deeply sincere. You look at a few other pieces that catch your eye, scribbling the name of the artist in your notes app. You all shuffle around the studio looking at the rest of the pieces. Complimenting the artist on the way out, you leave a few crumpled up bills in the tip jar. 

You continue on your path to nowhere when your phone buzzes again.

Pedro

i argued with the plaque for a full minute on your behalf in my mind, thought you'd definitely have something smart to say about this one

You look at the picture attached to the message. It's a display with a small sculpture and an even smaller plaque next to it. "Unknown woman, likely unimportant." 

Georgie and Sonny turn around to make sure you're still there. "Oooooh, it's him isn't it?" Sonny says walking back to you. 

You turn your phone for them to look at what he sent. Sonny lets out a low, impressed whistle. "I actually don't even have a joke for that. Impressive arms and he listens." Georgie nods along with him, "and he keeps our Sonny alive? Can't get much better than that." 

You continue walking all three of you, clicking your phone shut not even having the mental capacity to think of a reply to that right now it caught you so off guard. 

Georgie gently elbows you, "so what're you gunna say?!"

You haven't decided but the smile doesn't leave your face. 

[pedrosstache]

One Degree Off - The Amsterdam Series

summary: a hungover morning turns into another unforgettable night. 

word count: 3.5k

pedro x f!reader

It's 10am in Amsterdam. Your eyes are bleary as you see Sonny knocked out, mouth wide open, snoring three inches from your face. You're hungover but can only imagine how he's going to feel when he wakes up.

You pad over to the bathroom, getting undressed and in the shower, deciding to hop in before everyone else starts waking up and getting ready for the day. You take your time, hoping the water washes away the headache and nausea of the hangover. You're going over your itinerary in your head for the day, already looking forward to all of the exciting things you have planned.

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself in your towel. You sit down on the counter to go through the pictures sent in the groupchat last night. A few bar bathroom mirror pictures of Sonny and someone you have never seen before in your life, one Georgie took of the table at the bar, covered in cards, glasses, cigarettes, and hands. How very aesthetic and Georgie of her, then a few candids of everyone around the table when you see one of you, Sonny, Pedro, and Danny.

You immediately realize the sly grin that's grown on your face, having forgotten all about the end of last night. Happy to have the pictures for memories, knowing you'll never see the duo again considering how the night ended.

Everyone starts to wake up and stir and moan for coffee. Within the hour everyone is dressed and ready to go, hungover but excited to get the day started. You have a museum you all wanted to see and a bike tour scheduled, a few hours of wholesome activity to break up the partying you know you'll be doing most of the trip.

The day flies by as you're having the best time with your friends, seeing beautiful sites and exploring this new city. You're on your bike tour, traveling around this incredible place, being taught the history of each stop as you go. You can all tell your bike tour guide, Alexander, is a pro, having incredible banter with everyone and being perfectly flirty to keep all of your attention. By the end of the tour he's perfectly enmeshed himself into the conversation of the friend group.

You start to return your gear as you're back at the start of the tour when you hear Georgie ask Alexander for suggestions on a place to party tonight. You stand close enough to hear but not enough to impede on their conversation, not knowing if Georgie was genuinely asking for recommendations or being a flirt. You see them exchanging numbers as you walk back to Sonny and wait for her. A few seconds later she comes over to you with a sly smile on her face.

You all know the vibe of the night from that moment. You head back to the hotel to get refreshed and change into your outfits for the night. Once again, clothes flying all over the place trying to get your looks just right. "So what do we think of him?" Georgie asks you as you're both in the mirror finishing up your hair. "Good enough for the week, as long as you know this is probably his signature move" you say, knowing damn well Georige's intentions. "Yeah I used a few of mine on him too, hope he doesn't get attached" she says with a teasing wink.

You're packed in the elevator, leaving the hotel on the way to the first spot Alexander recommended. It's a bar with four different levels. Each level playing a different type of music with a different vibe. You all love it immediately, the first floor is a jazz vibe, very chill, mostly people at the bar and hanging around tables. You take the winding staircase up to the second floor where they have a band playing, people all crowding the stage to watch. The next flight of stairs takes you up to a club type setting where you decide to start. You all get drinks to start off and immediately hit the dance floor. You, Georgie, and Sonny dance like you're in your childhood bedrooms and no one can see you. You don't remember the last time you've had this good of a time.

You dance for the next few songs, truly feeling more free in your body than you think you ever have. You're sweaty and laughing and just can't believe you're finally here. The three of you walk over to the bar to get another drink, talking about how happy you are to be doing this and being able to be together. You continue the conversation as you go down the stairs to the jazz level to change up the vibe and grab a table in the corner of the club. You're enjoying the music and conversation and letting your eyes linger around the much calmer but still crowded bar, not even realizing you're doing it until you see him.

"No way" you murmur. "What?" Georgie looks at you as if you haven't just fully interrupted what she was saying. "Psychic strikes again." You say to an obviously confused Georgie. She follows your gaze and grins. "No fucking way" she says. You immediately try to pause the million thoughts coming to the front of your brain. You can't go up to him, everyone was so drunk last night, he definitely doesn't even remember meeting you. Imagine the embarrassment of going up and starting a conversation and him having no idea who you are. You watch as Danny says something to him, causing Pedro to look at him and like a magnet his eyes go past Danny's shoulder and lock onto you. You see it immediately. A click. "Oh he definitely remembers" Sonny says watching Pedro, watch you. Pedro raises his glass to you, not moving to come over, but not breaking his gaze. Danny follows his eyes and a grin breaks across his face. "Play it cool" Sonny says, ever the wiser. "Let him come to you," he says. "Are you kidding me I didn't think I'd ever see him again, I have to say something" you say, not even believing what's coming out of Sonny's mouth. "Trust me, just keep talking to me and Georgie," he says. "Oh my god, alright, say something interesting because I'm freaking out" you say. "Hearing is the last sense you lose before dying" he says, cool as a cucumber. "What the fuck?" You and Georgie both whip around to say at the same time.

"And I'm always right," he says. "Yeah I believe you, but still what the fuck?" "No, I mean, I'm ALWAYS right" he smirks, "Hey!" You and Georgie look like you're watching tennis trying to keep up with what the fuck Sonny is talking about when you realize whose standing in front of your table. Jesus Christ, he's always right. "Who's the psychic now?" Pedro says to the group, but looking directly at you, the reference again confusing everyone but you. "We're starting to think you are following us!" Danny says, having no clue what Pedro is on about. "I guess we all just have great taste in bars now don't we?" Georgie says looking at Danny. "Sit!" Sonny says, moving over to make room for them, opening up his spot that was next to you. Smooth Sonny.

Pedro sees his opportunity and takes it. "Long time no see" he says as he takes his seat next to you, loud enough for just you to hear. "Just couldn't stay away could you?" you say. "Hey, you're the one with the powers, you obviously planned this" he laughs. "What can I say, I couldn't help myself" you say, picking up his glass and taking a sip, his eyes burning into you the whole time. Where the fuck did that confidence come from? You have no regret as you watch Pedro lick his lips like he's looking at a five star dinner. "What about you Pedro?" Sonny asks, not realizing the moment he just interrupted.

"Sorry what?" Pedro says shifting his attention back to Sonny with a half grin on his face like he'd just been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to but hasn't a drop of remorse. "What were you guys up to today?" he asks, leaning back in his chair, like he didn't just cockblock you at the worst moment possible. "We went to this cool underground record shop Danny found," Pedro says, nodding toward Danny, who looks much too pleased with himself. "Then we walked around until we realized we were two very dehydrated idiots with no idea where we were going. Obviously beer was the answer."

"Yeah well this ended up working out perfectly though didn't it!" Danny says with a smile. "Yeah, it did." He says, his eyes flicking back to you, just quick enough to notice. You're suddenly aware of how close your knees are under the table.

Georgie notices. Of course she notices. "And now that we're all reunited, so how about a round of drinks to celebrate?" She says, standing up to go to the bar, "Danny you're buying after dragging poor dehydrated Pedro all across Amsterdam today, c'mon!" Sonny stands up along with them with a half mumbled excuse that you both laugh at, knowing full well what they're doing.

"So I guess my psychic powers are more powerful than I thought" you say, trying desperately to come up with something witty to say. "Oh so you did want to see me again?" He counters. You take another sip out of his glass, giving yourself a moment and a little courage to speak. "I actually did see you again, in a picture Georgie took last night, I'll have to send it to you, give you something that lasts longer." "You can just ask for my number, darlin." "Where's the fun in that?" you say just as Georige and Danny rejoin you.

Love is a Losing Game by Amy Whinehouse starts playing. You and Georgie look at each other in disbelief laughing. You two did the most horrendous YouTube cover of this song together in high school. It was your favorite song and just about the only thing you listened to on drives to and from school your freshman year of high school. Pedro stands abruptly and you think what the fuck did you say wrong that caused that reaction in the middle of a story, when you see his hand out in front of you. "You gonna make me ask? It's your favorite, you'll regret it if you don't." "You're kidding..." you say with a smirk. "Georgie?" Danny says, also getting up and taking Pedro's lead, "he's right, another story to add on to this song. I can't promise I won't step on your toes but that might make the story a bit more interesting next time you tell it." Georgie grabs his hand, laughing and walking to the dance floor as the song continues. You stand up, taking a big breath, your heart skipping a beat as you take Pedro's hand, following Georgie and Danny.

You turn to face Pedro once you're on the dance floor, he takes your hand in his, your other hand on his shoulder. His other hand on your back, pulling you right up to him. He's warm and smells like the whiskey you've been stealing sips from and a cologne that should be illegal at close range it's so good. "Didn't peg you for the slow dancing type" you say after a moment of comfortable silence. "I'm not, but you can't pass up an excuse for a moment this good can you?" he says, knowing it's cheesy as hell, even more so when you roll your eyes at him mostly to deflect from the fact that he's not wrong.

The song wraps around you in a way that feels like a comfortable fresh out of the dryer. Like if you weren't living it yourself, it would never be described adequately enough to understand. "Where'd you go?" Pedro says with the hint of a smile on his face, as you realize you've been looking at him this whole time. "Concretely here actually, for the first time in a long time" he nods like he knows exactly what you mean. "For someone who isn't a slow dancing type, I hate how good at this you are, you're making me look bad" you say to crack the tension you created. He grins, "if it helps I have no idea what I'm doing." And with that the song ends and you hear Georgie and Danny laughing as they make their way back over to you.

You all stumble your way back over to your table, you and Pedro a few steps behind, listening to Danny and Georgie laughing about something that you can't quite pay enough attention to, distracted. Your body still feels where Pedro's hands were on you. Confident and unwavering.

You're a step behind Pedro when you snap out of your trance. You quickly grab him by a belt loop on the back of his jeans, "should we give the lovebirds some space?" you ask, low enough for only him to hear. You haven't been able to pay enough attention to anything they've been saying to each other tonight to even gauge if they've been flirting, or if Danny is even straight, but it's a great excuse to get Pedro alone which is apparently number one priority on your subconscious because holy shit did you just grab him like that?

Pedro turns around after feeling the pull on his jeans, looking down to where your hand just had a hold on him, then back up to your eyes as a grin pulls up on one side of his mouth, "how selfless of us, what'd you have in mind?" "Smoke?" you ask with a raised eyebrow. "I thought you'd never ask" he says, following you as you turn and quickly grab your purse before Georgie and Danny even notice you're there. You feel the ever so gentle brush of a hand on your lower back, guiding you to the patio door.

You emerge onto the patio, only a few of the tables occupied, the low hum of friends chatting, jazz spilling out of the door behind you, swirling through the space like fireflies on a summer night. You walk to a table at the far corner of the patio so as to not disturb anyone, turning to pull your cigarettes from your purse. Before you can reach your lighter Pedro's got one in hand, flicking it to life and holding it out. You lean toward him, allowing the flame to meet the cigarette in your mouth. You look up at him through your lashes taking a drag as you hand him one out of your pack.

Cupping his hand around the flame, he lights his own, eyes on yours as he does it. Smoke curls upward, soft and slow. "So," he says after a beat, "what is a world renowned psychic like you doing in Amsterdam?" he asks, taking a drag. "Well" you say, leaning back in your chair, "in between my very busy schedule of telling strangers their futures, I am a museum curator and I just wrapped up a big exhibit I was working on and was basically pushed out the door to take time off."

Pedro takes a slow drag, his eyes on the horizon for a beat before cutting back to you. "So you're the type who has to be kicked out to remember the world exists?" There's a grin tugging at his mouth, but his voice is soft, genuinely curious.

You shrug, guilty as charged. "It's easy to leave the building, not your own brain."

"So how's that burnout coming along?" he asks, his gaze playful but steady. You laugh lightly but the words hit somewhere so real after he read you like an open book. He doesn't press, just takes another drag.

"What was the exhibit? Should I be impressed or intimidated?"

"I just got out of my brain for five minutes, don't make me go back in yet." You say with a crooked smile, "what do you do?"

"Guess" he says with a smirk, ashing his cigarette into the tray beside you. "Oh, so you want me to accidentally personally offend you... let's see" you say, lifting your hand to your chin in a fake pondering way. "Too old to be a professional gymnast, too attractive for radio, not arrogant enough for finance..."

Pedro laughs, the sound immediately making your stomach flip. "So far, I think I'm flattered."

You narrow your eyes, "Definitely not tech, you don't have the right shoes for it. And not law, you're shoulders are too relaxed."

"Can't hide anything from you," he says as he lifts his head from looking at his shoes, eyes burning into yours through his lashes.

"Well with gymnast, radio, finance, tech, and law, out of the picture I'm gonna have to say... magician. Final answer," you declare with a confident nod.

He throws his head back and laughs. "Shit, do I need to completely change my whole aesthetic and personality? I guess you warned me that I'd be offended." "I think magician is the least offensive profession I suggested actually!" you say defensively.

He takes a drag of his cigarette through a laugh. "College professor," he says, smoke slipping through his lips as he says it. Oh. "That's... hot" you say immediately feeling your face flush. Pedro raises an eyebrow, "You sound surprised, hot enough to be a magician, not hot enough to be a college professor, got it."

"Not what I meant," you say laughing, trying not to combust. "Just had you pegged as more of a tortured artist type, not someone with office hours."

He stubs his cigarette out in the tray, leaning back, rubbing his hands along his thighs. "Who says I'm not tortured?"

You laugh again, shaking your head. "Okay, tortured artist and college professor. What do you teach, brooding 101?"

He smirks, "Just about. Music theory and composition. I make college kids cry over chord progressions."

You're staring. "Of course you do," then after a beat, "so Danny wasn't dragging you anywhere, the record shop was your idea."

He nods, resting his arm on the table, thumb unconsciously tapping in time with the jazz still floating out from inside. "Couldn't come to Amsterdam and not find something to bring back to my students... or maybe just to show off."

You tilt your head, the grin on your face never far away. "So an educator and a snob. This explains so much."

"I contain multitudes," he says with a mock bow of his head. "But I promise I only judge my students," he pauses, "and people who dislike Amy Whinehouse."

"Good thing I passed your very specific test," you say, standing from your chair, suddenly aware of how long you've left Georgie alone.

He follows your lead without question. "You passed with flying colors, and now you know my full resume" he says as he grabs the door handle, pausing "magician, educator, snob, and part-time smoke break interrogator.

"I'll add it to your file," you say.

He leans in slightly, hand still holding the door handle, his voice dropping an octave "please note, only available for interrogating mysteriously charming women who steal my drink and look unfairly good doing it." He opens the door.

You smile, trying to hide the effect his words are having on you. You take a step stopping directly in front of him, holding his gaze for a second before saying, "Wow, you should teach creative writing too." And with that, you slip back inside.

As you walk back inside, you know it's the same bar. But everything feels one degree off. In the best way possible. The candlelight flickers a little brighter, the music somehow sways smoother. Your chest buzzes with something giddy, teenage. A little more here than you were when you first walked into this building tonight.

You slide back into your seat, rejoining Georige, Danny, and Sonny at the table. Pedro does the same, close again, his warmth nestling itself next to you, its own presence.

Georgie catches your eye and raises a brow, you glance to see Pedro's fingers curled around his glass. Without thinking, you slide your fingers around the glass just brushing his fingers as he lets go. You lock eyes with Georgie as you take a sip, in a silent, somewhat reply. You see her eyes go from you, to Pedro, whose gaze you can feel burning on the side of your face. You meet his gaze as you set the glass back down in front of him. "Unbelievable," he whispers, almost to himself.

[pedrosstache]

The Psychic - The Amsterdam Series

summary: your Amsterdam vacation get a lot more interesting when you meet a tall, handsome man at the club but will you make your way back to each other?

word count: 2k

pedro x f!reader

"Hurry up we're going to be late!" You yell to your friends upstairs.

There's a taxi outside waiting for you guys to get in. You have an hour to get to the airport before it's officially time to start freaking out. You're always early to everything, if it was only you you would've left two hours ago just to be safe. You'll be on your way to Amsterdam for the next ten days if you can get Georgie and Sonny in the car in the next minute. They come clumsily down the stairs, suitcases clunking against each step as they go. They pass you out the door, leaving you to lock up. "You guys have your passports, no one is forgetting anything right?" They waves you off because this is the third time you've asked. You're only so uptight because you've been looking forward to this trip for months and you want to relax and enjoy yourself as soon as possible. It's the first time everyone has been together in months, schedules just never lining up.

Miraculously, they remembered everything they needed and got onto the plane without a hitch. The flight was a long eight hours full of catching up on all your shows, the gossip in your best friends lives, and sleep. You got to Amsterdam mid morning, throwing your bags in your hotel room, showering, and throwing yourself into bed, exhausted from a long travel day. Everyone hanging around trying not to let jet lag get the best of them so you could enjoy their first night out on the town.

Around 5pm you all start to get ready for the night all agreeing that you had to go out and do something fun for your first night of the trip, not wanting to waste anymore time. You hear a bottle of champagne pop open, Sonny walking over to start pouring you all glasses to get the night started. Georgie queues up a playlist, which immediately hypes everyone up, the smell of hair straighteners and curling irons in the bathroom. Clothes quickly growing in piles in front of any mirror available, pieces being traded back and forth, all of you wanting to look your absolute best.

You make it out to dinner to start off the night, everyone looking absolutely incredible. You're all buzzing with the excitement of finally being here, preparing yourself for a night out of partying or whatever you might get yourselves into. You're sitting around a table, trying to soak up the moment and how grateful you are that the trip actually made it out of the group chat for once. You must have picked the place to be because this place has had a constant hum of chatter, drinks clinking, and energy since you walked in. Sonny starts pulling up a few different places on his phone to see where you all want to start the night, all agreeing on a club two blocks away.

You all get up, thanking the waiter on your way out, ready to really get the night started. You're arm and arm with your friends walking to the club. It's at the perfect point in the night where seemingly everyone in the city is walking around doing the exact same thing you and your friends are doing, bars and clubs starting to form lines outside. You make it to the club you all agreed on right before it gets too crowded, bee-lining to the bar to get yourselves drinks. The music is pumping through the club so loud you feel it in your chest, only making your excitement rise. You make your way to the dance floor, scoping out the scene. There is no other feeling like being in a club, starting to feel your first few drinks, and dancing with your friends. You and Georgie are dancing together but you keep feeling eyes on you. You more than welcome it, feeling the best you've felt in a long time and loving the attention.

Georgie grabs your hips and turns you around, coming face to face with someone. He's cute, blonde, tall, not necessarily your type and Georige knows it but who cares. It's too loud to talk so you move to the side to make room for him to dance with you and Georige when his friend comes into view. Damn. Tall, dark messy hair, sly half smile almost like you caught him about to laugh at something his friend just said to him. You all dance for the rest of the song, the blonde one taking your hand to spin you and dip you being perfectly funny and cheesy as if there isn't techno music playing. A new song bleeds into the last and you and your new friends drift from each other.

Georgie grabs your hand to take you back to the bar. "Another drink or next place?" she asks, you've been here a while and you can tell she's starting to lose interest. "Next place, let's go grab Sonny!" You end up at a weed bar, because when in Amsterdam, why not. You figure you'd break up the night a bit and see what everyone's vibe for the rest of the night is.

"Oh my god that place was amazing wasn't it?" Sonny asks. "Yeah I bet you did we saw you making out with that guy in the corner!" Georgie said. "Yeah just like I saw those guys you were dancing with" Sonny says. "Yeah they were fun enough." You sit at the table together getting high and figuring out what you want to do next. You settle on another bar that one of you finds. This one more of a dive bar, lounge situation.

You slowly make your way to the next bar, not in a rush to get anywhere quick. You find a table once everyone gets drinks, this place being much more casual. Sonny whips a pack of playing cards out of his shirt pocket, always ready for a drinking game. The drinks keep flowing, everyone getting more and more drunk as the night goes on, playing game after game as you get rowdier and louder in your little corner of the bar, people at the bar throwing you a smile or a laugh not caring because they're all just as drunk if not worse than you guys. You look up when you hear the door chime again, signaling that someone had just walked in when you see the guys from the club. "HEY!" You yell before you can even figure out whether you actually wanted to acknowledge each other's presence. "Hey!" The blond one says, walking right over to you. The brunette walks to the bar to order them drinks. "Come hang out! We're playing kings, do you know it?" "Know it? We basically invented kings! Let me go grab my friend and we'll be right over." He walks over to his friend, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, seemingly asking if he wants to now sit with the loudest, most obnoxious group in the bar or sit and do what he probably wanted to and have a few beers at the bar. He turns around without hesitation locking eyes with you, grinning, as he says something indiscernible to his friend.

They walk over, your friends making space for them across the table from you. You go to introduce them to Sonny, when you realize you have no idea what their names are. "I'm sorry, we didn't even catch each other's names" "Danny" the blonde one says, "and this is my friend Pedro". Pedro smiles and gives a small wave looking at everyone at the table, "does Pedro speak?" you ask, looking right at him with a welcoming grin, hoping he knows it's a friendly dig. "Only when spoken to" he says in a deep joking voice. You all laugh and explain where you're at in the game to Danny and Pedro. They quickly integrate not only into the game but also the banter between you guys, not missing a beat in the conversation. You can't help but notice Pedro's lingering looks, him already looking at you every time you look over to him.

It's the perfect night, just truly enjoying your time out with your friends. You all get up from the table after a while as more people file in to the bar to get more drinks, your friends, always the outgoing types, striking up conversations with people around them. Pedro walks up next to you at the bar, mirroring how Danny stood next to him earlier, to you. Shoulder to shoulder, both facing the bar.

"We have to stop meeting like this," he says. You laugh, "What do you mean?" "Well you're clearly psychic and knew I'd be here after leaving the club" he says, looking at you out of the corner of his eye mischievously. "Oh shit, you caught me, I was hoping you didn't notice" you laugh. "Caught, sorry, you have to be sneakier next time." he says shrugging. "Alright you go to the next place, I'll give you a head start, then I'll come find you." You say nonchalantly. "Damn, the last time I was let down like that was my mom when she would tell me to hide and she'd forget, getting through a whole movie before remembering to come search for me." He says, his head dropping in mock sadness. "Oof, now you're trying to get me to pity you too? You're hot, you never needed to do all of that," You say, trying to keep your tone as even as possible, just slipping in the compliment. "Well if you started off with that, I wouldn't have had to pull out the big guns now would I?" he says shifting his body to look directly at you.

Danny slams into the back of Pedro as he says it. "Oh, look at you buddy," he says, turning to face him. "How many shots did you and Sonny do while I was gone?" "Three… no four, don't be jealous P" "My feelings are shattered" Pedro says sarcastically, putting his hand to his chest but looking at you, knowing damn well he's about to have to throw his friend's ass in a car and get him back to their hotel. "How long are you here for?" "A couple of days" "We should all meet up again if you guys don't have a slammed itinerary, this was fun." You hear a collective "OHHHHH", both whipping your heads around to see Danny on the floor being picked up by Sonny, who truthfully doesn't look much better. You both scurry over, going to your respective drunk friend. There are so many people in the bar now that you immediately lose sight of each other. Sonny is much quicker to understand it's time to leave, his arm thrown over your shoulder. You wave down a taxi, quickly shoving Sonny inside. You hop in after him and you're shutting the car door, when you see Pedro and Danny out of the corner of your eye.

"I never got your number!" You hear Pedro yell as the driver puts the car in drive. "We'll have to put my psychic powers to the test!" and with that Pedro and Danny are out of eye sight. You get back to your hotel, helping Sonny get changed and into bed, making sure everyone has their water and Advil next to their beds. You shut your phone off, closing your eyes, giggling to yourself thinking about your new Amsterdam bucket list item.

[pedrosstache]

just a little bit

alright guys, here goes nothing. this is my first ever anything so go easy on me lol. i also don't know how to make anything look pretty yet but here we are.

summary: this is fully based off of the gif above, you just want a little bit more time in bed before Pedro has to run off to another event.

pairing: pedro pascal x f!reader

word count: 1k

This is his fourth event in four nights. You’re exhausted, you went to the last three, but you can’t make it out another night. 

He’s just gotten out of the bed you’ve been rotting in all day because he’s exhausted too. It’s 6pm and he just got in the shower to start getting ready. Thankfully, this is the last event of the week because you don’t know how much more socializing either of you can do. 

He’s worked so hard and you’re so proud of him but you can tell he’s on the verge of getting burnt out. He comes out of the shower in just a towel around his waste. 

“Hey there,” he says as if you haven’t spent the entire day together. “Get back in bed baby, you know you want to,” he can’t and you both know it but you’re still going to ask him to. “If I lay down I’m not getting back up” he sighs. “Exactly,” you laugh. He gives you a look, “you know I would if I could”. “I know, I know”. 

He’s getting his boxers and undershirt on as you’re just lying curled up in bed admiring him. “What?” He says catching your eye, catching you staring at him. “I’m just so proud of you and you are so talented and sexy and I can’t believe you’re mine.” He fully starts to blush. “I know we’re both tired but you’re clearly delirious” he starts to chuckle. “No I’m serious, just watching you turns me on” you say. “Oh now I know what you’re doing” he says. “What?” Truly having no idea what he’s accusing you of. “You’re trying to get me back in bed with you.” You laugh, “well I wasn’t but that’s a great idea... is it working?” His eyes are giving you a stern look but his mouth is cracked into that half smile that drives you insane. 

“Well now that you’ve given me the idea…” you push the covers down to expose your half naked body, in just his oversized tshirt. He groans, “stop it.” “Listen, I didn’t even have the thought until you put it there” you say gliding your hand over your chest, down your stomach, in between your legs. He stops what he was doing. “No.” He says, “you’re not sucking me in I have to get ready.” “Oh I’m not stopping you baby, keep doing whatever it is you need to do,” you say as your hand starts to draw circles over your clit. He's standing just over the bed, tying his tie now. He looks down between your legs and quickly pulls his gaze back up to your eyes, you’re fully smiling now. “Just keep sitting there looking pretty, that’s all I need” you say to him. You hear a low growl in the back of his throat. You know you’re being mean but you can’t help it. 

“Dirty fucking girl,” he says just loud enough for you to hear. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” you say, fingers dipping inside you now. He can hear it, you’re slick. “Fuck,” he says. He turns to get his pants on, fully pulling them over his now hard dick. You’re watching his every move. He puts his belt through the loops, leaving the zipper and belt undone. “Leaving that open for me?” “Nope,” he says with a straight face. You pull the vibrator out from your nightstand, turning it on and pressing it over your clit. 

“It feels so good baby” you say to him, “you would feel so much better though.” He pulls his red shirt for the night on over his shoulders, buttoning it, watching your every move. You know he doesn’t have time to actually get into bed with you, but watching him and knowing that he can't is doing it for you. “Oh yeah?” He tuts. “Of course, you make me cum better than anyone or anything.” He walks over to the side of the bed. He's fully dressed now with his tie hanging undone around his neck. He runs his fingers ever so gently up your bare leg, up your stomach, up your chest. He stops at your jaw, your hand still holding your vibrator right on your clit, making your moan. He’s holding your face now and just watching your eyes as they fight to stay open. Just that small touch is making your body feel like it’s on fire. “Fuck,” you whisper looking into his eyes. “Feel good baby?” He asks. “So good.” 

He leans down and kisses you, so slow but you feel his want through it. Sliding his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You fully moan into his mouth, you swear if you weren’t wet before you would be now. “So good baby,” he says. “Five minutes?” You say fully playing up the need you know is in your eyes. He shifts so he’s fully standing now with a disappointed look. Just when you think he’s going to retract fully from you, he starts cuffing his sleeve. “Fuck,” you say. “Five,” he says sternly. “That’s all I need baby” you say. You keep the vibrator where it is, he knows exactly what you need. 

He meets your lips with his own again. Running his fingers back down from your jaw, grabbing your chest, fingers grazing your stomach, squeezing your hip, “you set the five minute rule that” you gasp, moaning into his mouth “you’re about to break if you’re gunna take your time.” “Won’t even need the full five baby” he says cockily. And you know he’s right. Proving this the second his fingers dip into you. You moan again, bringing his head into the crook of your neck where he continues to leave opened mouth kisses. “Fuuuuck” you say, now feeling him on your neck and inside you. 

“My pretty girl” he says in between kissing your neck. You pull him back up to your mouth, bringing his lips back to yours. He slips a second finger inside you, setting a steady, deep, slow pace. Oh. He knows it drives you insane, in the best way, when he does that. He’s right, you won’t last 5 minutes. You look down and see his arm that he’s exposed, veins popping out as he thrusts into you. “Fuck baby, I’m close” you whimper out. “Already? You’ve got 2 more minutes left” he says with a cocky smile on his face. That does it and he knows it. Your pussy clenches hard around his fingers as you pull the vibrator off your clit but he keeps his steady pace. “Good girl, that’s it, take what you need baby” he encourages, riding out your orgasm. He goes until you start getting the aftershocks from being oversensitive, slowly pulling out of you. 

He leans back over, giving you a deep kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck, still laying down now with barely enough strength to do as much. “Mmmm” he moans into your mouth. You giggle. “I missed you,” he murmurs. “I missed you too baby, one more night” you say in between him peppering you with kisses. Just then there’s a knock at the door, “Pedro, car will be here in 20!”

[pedrosstache]

i've got things to write and no place to put them so here we go guys