#pascalitos

[im-punk]

Back out in NY with Coco Ullrich

[im-punk]

Adding to the collection

I AM INCOHERENT

[emeraldrush]

¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS MI AMOR! 🎉🎂🎈 ❤️

In México we sing "Las Mañanitas" instead of "Happy Birthday" and some of the lyrics go:

"El día que tú naciste, nacieron todas las flores" (The day you were born all flowers bloomed)

I thought it was a silly statement until this man appeared in my fed with THAT EDIT and changed the universe forever.

The day Pedrito Pascalito was born truly all the flowers bloomed.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE OF MY LIFE ❤️

[ursagittariusgirlfriend]

Thanks Paul Mescal

I'm feral

[maisie183]

SOMEBODY SEDATE MEEEEEEE!!!!

[im-punk]

This man has my whole heart

<3 I love all of his lil faces ^^

[heeyyyou]

🎄 Send these trees to ten people you wish to have a good holiday and a happy new year!🎄

Aw thank you my friend, cheers

[im-punk]

Pedro showin off moves 💃🏽

[pedrosknee]

Amazing blog. 10/10👌🏻

haha tysm! i'm a little embarrassed that my obsession had come to this but i love his slutty little knee♥️

[frozensoldier-png]

The Medusa Armor

Pedro Pascalito again~ just in another armor :)

[andy-15-07]

Whenever you have time would you write this little idea? First of all I'm so sorry for any grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language 🙈, I think this would be fun

Pedro x south american/italian reader, like the girl is younger than Pedro. I'd like it to stick about once Pedro said, maybe she's like in her 30s?. Pedro introduces his girlfriend for the first time to his family (well if we count his 34 primos) and later on they spend a summer in Chile and fans get head over heels about Pedro dating for the first time in a long long time

The Pascal Secret

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1018| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

The aroma of empanadas al horno filled the air, a comforting counterpoint to the nervous flutter in (Y/n)’s stomach. Around the long, polished dining table in Santiago, the Pascal family buzzed with pre-dinner excitement. Thirty-four cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents – a vibrant tapestry of Chilean warmth – were a lot to take in. Beside her, Pedro squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“Relax, mi amor,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “They’re going to adore you.”

(Y/n) managed a smile, though her heart was doing a tango. “Easy for you to say. They’re your family.”

Pedro chuckled, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “And they’re about to be your family too.”

He led her through the throng, introducing her to each relative with a flourish. Names and faces swirled – cousins like Isabella and Javier, aunts like Elena (who, Pedro had whispered, made the best empanadas), and abuelo Miguel, whose homemade wine was legendary (and potent, Pedro had cautioned). The language, a rapid-fire Spanish, was challenging at times, but the warmth in their eyes transcended any language barrier.

“And this,” Pedro announced, his arm wrapping around (Y/n)’s shoulders, “is (Y/n). My girlfriend.”

A ripple of excitement went through the room. “¡Hola, (Y/n)!” echoed around the table. Pedro’s father, José Manuel, gave her a warm, approving smile. He raised his glass. “To (Y/n), welcome to the family.”

The evening was a delicious, chaotic symphony. (Y/n) found herself seated next to Isabella, who spoke perfect English and filled her in on the family dynamics, the inside jokes, and Pedro’s childhood escapades. She learned about the “curse of the Pascal men,” a lighthearted family legend about their struggles with love. Isabella winked. “Looks like the curse might be broken.”

(Y/n) blushed, glancing at Pedro, who was deep in conversation with his father. He caught her eye and winked, a genuine, unguarded smile that made her heart do a little flip.

Later, as the evening wound down, Pedro and (Y/n) stood on the balcony, overlooking the city lights.

“So,” (Y/n) said, leaning against him, “I survived.”

Pedro laughed. “You did more than survive. You conquered.”

“They’re wonderful,” she said, genuinely. “Your family is…amazing.”

“They are,” he agreed, his voice soft. “And they’re very happy for me.”

(Y/n) turned to him, her eyes searching his. “And you? Are you happy?”

He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks. “More than I have been in a long time,” he said, his voice husky. “You’ve brought a lot of…light into my life, (Y/n).”

She smiled, her heart swelling. “You too, Pedro. You too.”

Their summer in Chile was a dream. Pedro, usually so guarded, seemed to blossom. He took (Y/n) to his favorite childhood haunts – the beaches of Viña del Mar, the majestic Andes, the colorful streets of Valparaíso. They explored the country, hand in hand, laughing, and making memories.

He was openly affectionate, holding her hand, kissing her forehead, whispering sweet nothings. He introduced her to his friends, took her to local fondas, and even shared photos of them together on social media.

The internet, predictably, went wild. At first, there was shock, then speculation, then acceptance. The “Pascalitos” flooded social media.

“Pedro Pascal has a girlfriend!” one fan tweeted. “My heart is broken, but I’m so happy for him!”

“She seems lovely,” another wrote. “He deserves happiness.”

“Officially shipping Pedro and (Y/n)!” another declared.

There were a few negative comments, the inevitable whispers, but they were drowned out by the wave of support. Most fans were simply happy for him.

One afternoon, while lounging by the pool, (Y/n) stumbled upon a social media thread discussing Pedro’s past relationships. She’d known he’d been linked to various women, but she’d never delved into the details. Seeing the names and faces, she felt a pang of insecurity. She was younger, less experienced, not famous. Was she good enough?

She didn’t voice her concerns, but the thoughts lingered.

Later, she watched Pedro chatting with his cousin. He looked so relaxed, so at home. She loved everything about him, but the feeling of being an imposter crept in.

Pedro noticed her quietness. He turned, his brow furrowed. “What’s wrong, mi amor?”

(Y/n) hesitated, then blurted out, “I was reading things online…about your past.”

Pedro sighed, understanding dawning. He took her hand. “And?”

“And I feel like I’m not…I don’t know…good enough,” she confessed.

Pedro’s expression softened. He pulled her close. “Don’t ever say that,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “You are more than enough, (Y/n). You are everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He looked into her eyes, his gaze sincere. “My past is my past. It doesn’t define me, and it certainly doesn’t define us. What we have is special, (Y/n). It’s real. And it’s more important to me than anything.”

Tears welled in her eyes. She knew he was honest. She could see it, hear it. He loved her. That was all that mattered.

“I love you, Pedro,” she whispered.

“I love you too, (Y/n),” he replied, his lips brushing against hers. “More than you know.”

The rest of the summer was a blur of happiness. They explored more of Chile, visited friends, and simply enjoyed each other’s company. They laughed, talked, danced under the stars. They fell deeper in love with each passing day. One evening, as they sat on a secluded beach, watching the sun dip below the Pacific, Pedro turned to her, a serious expression on his face.

“(Y/n),” he began, his voice low, “I…” He paused, taking a deep breath. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. He opened it, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.

(Y/n) gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.

“Will you marry me?” he asked, his eyes filled with love.

Tears streamed down her face. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “Yes, a thousand times yes!”

He slipped the ring onto her finger, then pulled her into a passionate embrace. The cheers of his family, who had been watching from a distance, erupted around them. The “curse of the Pascal men” was officially broken.

[firsttarotreader]

honey,honey 👉 @beardedjoel

Black Firs👉 @blossomarlia

Shelter in the Storm 👉 @worlds-we-write

Take My Hand 👉 @joelmillers-wife

yellow ribbon on the door 👉@hellothereobiwankenobi

Of Dust, Dreams and Juno 👉 @meet-me-backstage

Long, long time 👉 @meet-me-backstage

falling 👉 @damneddamsy

The F*ck-It List 👉 @auteurdelabre

cherry 👉 @mirrormauve

Always an Angel, Never a God 👉 @irb-pascalito-99 (This one is on AO3. You guys should check AO3 too—there’s lots of good stuff there for fanfics in general.)

The boyfriend act 👉 @capuccinodoll ( this one is Frankie, suprise, she got me addicted to Frankie)

And thanks to all the writers for taking the time out of their lives to share their work. Fanfiction is basically a core part of fandom culture. You guys are amazing and so lovely.🩷

Thank you! Also added!

[im-punk]

His facial expressions are adorable

he's so real

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

this could be us but…. No this will be us!! 😈😏🩶

mmff…this will be us next year, babe 😉 guarantee it.

[pedropascalsgermangirl]

Thank's for sharing @formerlyka_stainsofpascal

Credit: @softpascalito on X

BTS of #strangewayoflife with

@pascalispunk

@ethanhawke

#pedroalmodovar

#SWOL #pascalitos #pascalnation #pedrito #pedropascalispunk #pascalispunk #pedropascalisunique #pedropascalchile #josepedrobalmacedapascal #ethanhawke

[joelslegalwhre]

happy birthday to the man the myth the legend pedrito pascalito

babygirl is almost half a century old now, oh they grow up so fast