#please I need to see Pedro in these clothes too

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Joel Miller x F!Reader

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Rating: M

Summary: Joel has a problem. Having settled into some semblance of a 'normal' life in Jackson that no longer involves running for his life and living off scraps, his clothes are getting a little… tight. Self-conscious, he deals with it the way he does most things - he ignores it.

That is until one day, the zipper on his jeans finally gives up after one too many desperate tugs, leaving him stuck. With neither Tommy nor Ellie anywhere to be found to get him out of the tight spot, Joel begrudgingly heads to the clothing store he’s seen in town for help - and a new pair of jeans.

There, he meets you.

Warnings: Spicy thoughts, sexual tension, sexual innuendos, body insecurity, some language, Joel being unkind to himself, shy!reader, reader has a nickname related to her job, soft!Joel, no use of Y/N

Word count: 6k

Notes: I haven't written anything this fast for a hot minute. It's both exciting and terrifying, especially as Joel is so new to the fandom. So this is a one-shot as it stands, but I'll be lying if I say I haven't thought about where this story can go. Please be gentle with me, Joel is easily the most intimidating Pedro boy I've written for so far. I hope this doesn't disappoint 🥺

‘TommmMMMMMYYYY!’

His voice echoes in the empty street, gruff with irritation. He can feel eyes on him - he always does, wherever he goes in this damn place - covert stares from behind curtains, peeking out of windows from the neighbouring houses.

The polished wood thumps hollowly under his fist. Head bowed in surrender, his forehead makes contact with the surface of the door with a dull thud.

‘Fuck,’ he mutters under his breath.

Trudging back to the house that’s been allocated to him - he still struggles to think of it as his - he slams the door shut behind him so hard that the sound rings in his ears. Well, more in his left than his right.

Tossing the keys onto a chest of drawers in the hallway, he yells in a last-ditch attempt, ‘Ellieeee!’

The house is silent.

The one time he needs either of them, neither can be found anywhere. Even Maria has made herself scarce - not that he’d ask her for help for this.

This being these stupid fucking jeans. 

His trusty jeans that he’s worn for years, other than on laundry days, which were few and far in between. They’ve literally seen him through thick and thin - the knees are so worn he can almost see the web of white thread beneath the denim.

Tess had gotten him these jeans. Stole them, if he remembers correctly. Once upon a time, he needed a belt to hold them up, or they’d hang down to his ass crack. By the time Ellie came into the picture, they fit well enough to render the belt redundant. He could still easily fit things into his pockets though, like a map or a switchblade.

But now - 

Now he’s stuck, and he can’t get them off.

If he’s being honest with himself, the jeans haven’t fit for months. The jobs in Jackson don’t come anywhere close to the backbreaking work in the QZ or being on the road with Ellie. The food is plentiful even during the harsh winter, and as much as he looks down his ideological nose at it, Maria deserves credit for the thriving commune.

He had a late start this morning. Ellie had already vacated the house by the time he came to. He was on autopilot, distracted by his thoughts about the porch steps that have rotted and need to be replaced. 

He was making plans in his head to nip down to the workshop to get the wooden planks when he started getting dressed. Stepping into the legs of the jeans, he pulled them up, hopping to stretch them over his thighs. Out of habit, he sucked in his belly to button them up, the waistband seemingly even tighter than usual. 

He relegated that to the back of his mind, the same way he’s ignored the fact that the jeans have been uncomfortably tight for months - to the point of hindering his movement when he lays bricks, or cuts off his breathing when he sits down. But he’s gotten used to it, like he does everything else. He’s Joel Miller with the stiff upper lip, after all.

The zipper was next. As usual, he met resistance about halfway up. Baring his teeth, he gripped the tongue of the zipper and yanked upwards. 

Except this time, it didn’t budge. Grumbling, he pulled harder, feeling the burn in his biceps -

It happened so quickly that he wasn’t even aware until he was wheeling backwards from the force, his arm flying up in an arc - and a metallic clink behind him registered faintly in his good ear. 

Disoriented, he glanced down at the zipper. The slider had come clean off.

‘Fuck,’ he swore and turned to the full-length mirror on the wall to inspect the damage. Running an experimental finger along the seam, it was clear that the zipper had somehow snagged on the denim. It was stuck. Dead stuck.

Turning the house inside out, he couldn’t find a single pair of scissors, and there isn’t enough space to fit a knife in without slicing himself open, at which point he left on his ultimately fruitless search for reinforcement.

Joel scrubs a tired hand down his face. He’s never been a vain guy - Tommy is that sibling. But he’s never needed to stress about his looks either, with contracting keeping him in shape before the outbreak, and the fight for survival after - until now.

Grabbing his jacket, he shrugs it on, hyper-conscious of whether it’s a tighter squeeze than usual (fortunately not) - and heads into town.

Main Street Outfitters, the only clothing store in Jackson, sits in the middle of the high street, sandwiched between the pub on one side and the welder’s on the other. For the most part, residents come in to trade in old clothes for new ones, but there’s also a nicer selection for the occasional party that one can barter for.

You’re in the workshop at the back, the afternoon sun filling the room through the skylight. 

With your skill in thread and needle, you were the obvious candidate for the job when you arrived in Jackson. Over the years, it has become your sanctuary. The walls are lined with wooden shelves, where neat - though mismatched - boxes of buttons, trimmings, thread and trinkets slot perfectly into place.

You spend the days checking over incoming clothes after they come back from the laundry, making sure they are in reasonable condition and mending those that are not. The shop also charges for adjustments and repairs, and the tasks easily fill your working hours.

It’s a Tuesday, and it’s usually quiet this time of the afternoon. If you’re lucky, you can be undisturbed until you clock off at five - which is why you’re surprised when you hear the tinkle of the doorbell.

The footfall is heavy, it sounds like a strong work boot. You hold your breath and your fingers hover mid-air as the door shuts with a slam. You hear the customer clear his throat - definitely a man - as you wait in vain for the front of house to greet him.

But of course Lucy has sneaked out again. She’s a sweet girl, but manning the counter has always been too dull for her.

‘Hello?’

The voice is deep and gravelly, and despite your reluctance, it doesn’t sit well with your work ethic to keep a customer waiting. Sticking the needle into a pin cushion, you noiselessly rise from your seat and make your way to the front of the shop.

Your first glimpse of him is his back. Standing in front of a rack of jeans, the grays in his hair catch the light streaming through the shop front windows. You study him for a minute, curious eyes running over the width of broad shoulders under a beat-up, khaki jacket. Lower, his jeans are… well-worn, to put it kindly. And from sight, a sitting a bit tight on his hips -

You must have shifted your feet without you noticing. At the minutest creak of wood, the man whips around, one hand reaching behind him in search of the butt of a loaded gun or the hilt of a knife. It’s your good fortune that you see neither on him. The intensity of his gaze is just as effective as a blade on your neck to pin you to your spot.

There’s no question that he’s a newcomer. You’ve seen the same kind of intensity in everyone who’s braved what’s out there to get here.

But even if that didn’t give him away, you already know who he is. He’s Tommy’s brother. Joel, if you remember correctly. Maria approached you for some clothes a few months back when he arrived with his kid for the second time. They’ve been the talk of town since - not that you listen. In fact, you try not to, but you can’t help it if someone talks loudly enough at the next table in the canteen to interrupt your lunchtime reading.

‘Sorry,’ he mumbles as the tension in his body recedes. ‘You’re very quiet.’

You duck your head. ‘Sorry.’

‘You work here?’

Wringing your fingers nervously, you nod and take two timid steps towards him, hoping he doesn’t hear the tremour in your voice. ‘How can I help?’

You’ve heard things about Joel Miller. The words most frequently whispered as he ambles by in town include ruthless, cold-blooded and steer clear.

You can’t exactly reconcile the man in front of you with those particular words right now.

There’s nothing that speaks to ruthlessness in the way he averts his eyes and shuffles his feet, the blunt tip of his shoes catching the wooden floor. You also find it hard to believe that a truly cold-blooded person would willingly cross the country and all its horrors in search of his brother, or take a teenager under his wing.

You might not think much of yourself, but you know that your judgement of character has kept you alive so far. And your instinct isn’t telling you to steer clear of this man - quite the opposite, in fact.

But that’s neither here nor there.

He rubs the back of his neck, uncomfortable with your scrutiny. ‘Just lookin’ for some new jeans.’

‘Alright,’ you reply, taking the remaining five steps to the other end of the jeans rack, a safe distance away from him. ‘What’s your size?’

To your surprise, he huffs a sardonic laugh. ‘At least one up from whatever I have on right now.’

Sucking in a breath, you gesture vaguely at him. ‘Um, do you mind if I take a look at uh - you? So I can guess what size will fit you?’

You’re used to being the most awkward person in the room wherever you go, but this man is  giving you a pretty good run for your money right now. While you divert your gaze as he unbuttons the front of his jacket, he fixes his somewhere over your shoulder to the right, grinding his teeth, as if he wishes he was anywhere but here.

Dragging your eyes back to him, you take stock of your customer as he sweeps the lapels of the jacket to the side. Underneath, the green flannel cuts off at the top of the jeans, and you see the soft pouch of his abdomen beneath the fabric. While the shirt is well-fitted, the jeans are obviously too small. The waistband bites into his sides, you can see the subtle overhang of his love handles. Even by the way he’s standing you can tell he’s uncomfortable, packed in way too tight in the denim.

And then… you really shouldn’t, but you stare at the front of the jeans. Now, you know for a fact that the fit will be just as snug there even if he goes a size up…

‘Sorry, not much to look at,’ he grunts, breaking the silence.

Taken aback by the self-derision in his voice, the words leave your mouth before they register, sharper than you mean them to be. ‘Don’t say that.’

He blinks at you. ‘What?’

You gape at him. Does he really not see? His tall, solid frame? The strong columns of his thighs? Is this man blind on top of being frustratingly attractive -?

But of course you can never say that. Instead, you pull out three different pairs of jeans in quick succession and all but throw them at him, heat prickling the tips of your ears as the disbelief that you spoke to a customer like that sinks in.

‘The dressing room is there,’ you squeak, pointing at the far corner. ‘I’ll be at the back if you need any help -’

You turn on your heels, in a hurry to get back to your workshop, but you only get halfway through the spin. It takes you three seconds to realise why - his calloused palm is on your wrist, holding you in place.

‘Actually, I do need help - I broke the zipper, and I’m stuck in these damn jeans.’

You ignore the clench of your stomach at the way he spits out the word damn. You’re not big on swearing, but the cuss word sounds good rolling off his tongue in his Southern twang.

To your horror, a giggle bubbles up your throat before you can slap a palm over your mouth.

‘I’m so, so sorry,’ you apologise profusely, heat flooding your cheeks. 

You stare in consternation when those broad shoulders of his quake, a half-smile on his lips as they part in a scratchy chuckle. ‘Trust me, I’m glad I found you first. My brother or my kid would have given me a much harder time. Probably would’ve pissed their pants laughin’.’

Despite yourself, you smile back with a weak attempt at a joke. ‘I mean, I’ll try not to -’

He smirks, the corners of his eyes crinkling. ‘That’s all I can ask for.’

You lead the way to the back of the shop and Joel follows three polite steps behind, pausing by the doorway. Running practised eyes over the space, the contractor in him appreciates the well-built skylight and the sturdy furniture in the room, pieces that were clearly built to last. He places the jeans you picked out for him on the big work table, made of strong timber and aged with time. 

He picked up a change in your demeanour the moment you crossed the threshold into the workshop. There’s a quiet confidence in your measured steps, the way you move speaking volumes - this is clearly your place, and you’re so much more comfortable in your skin here.

You point at the spot marked by a round, cosy rug directly beneath the skylight. ‘Could you stand there for me?’

Doing as he’s told, he startles when you march straight up to him, sliding your palms under the shoulders of his jacket to push it off. Your front brushes his chest briefly when you reach around to catch it, but not brief enough for him to ignore the soft swell of your breasts pressed up against him.

Joel is all too aware of his pulse going from zero to a hundred at the fleeting touch, the collar of his shirt suddenly a bit too tight. For fuck’s sake, Miller. It’s been an embarrassingly long time since his head has gone anywhere near there, but of course it has to happen at the most inconvenient moment.

At least you don’t seem to notice, draping his jacket over the back of a chair before retrieving a pair of tailor’s scissors from one meticulously organised drawer.

Just when he thinks he’s gotten a handle on himself, you hit him with a non-sequitur. ‘Are you wearing underwear?’

Only when Joel splutters wordlessly does the full weight of the question seem to hit you. You stutter, ‘Oh god, I didn’t - I mean - I only asked because if push comes to shove, and I have to cut through the jeans, I don’t want to ruin any underwear you’re wearing -’

You trail off, and it’s his turn to stammer, scratching an invisible itch on his elbow as he struggles to remember what he usually does with his hands.

‘No, no, I get it. I’m ahem -,’ he pauses with a cough. ‘I’m not actually wearin’ any underwear right now. Not out of habit, it’s just that I’ve been barely squeezin’ into the stupid jeans even without it.’

His honest answer seems to put you at ease, and you purse your lips. ‘Sounds uncomfortable.’

He shrugs. ‘Have been for months.’

‘I’m sorry.’

He arches an eyebrow. ‘What for?’

‘That you’ve been uncomfortable. That’s one thing clothes shouldn’t be.’

Not quite knowing how to answer you, he watches you grab a velvet cushioned footstool from under the work table and place it squarely at his feet. Then, without further preamble, you sink onto your knees in front of him, knocking the air clean out of his lungs.

As he stares down at the crown of your head, your nose at the level of his waistband, he muses that he hasn’t seen this view for a long time, a very long time. His fingers twitch at his sides, and he closes his eyes, fighting the base instinct to cup the back of your head in his palm and to pull you close -

He breathes out hard through his nostrils and clenches his jaw, casting his gaze heavenwards through the skylight as he actually prays for the first time in years.

Don’t you fucking dare get hard, Miller.

You chew on the inside of your mouth as you consider what’s before you. It’s tricky. The jeans are unbuttoned and zipped up most of the way, but the denim has been caught tight in the metallic teeth, and the handle of the zipper yanked clean off.

Cocking your head to one side, you think out loud. ‘I think we should at least try and unsnag the zipper before cutting. But we’re going to need some lubrication, and we’ll need to give it a really good, firm tug -’

The man chokes on nothing above you, and you frown up at him in a question.

Clearing his throat loudly, he asks through gritted teeth, ‘Do we have to?’

‘I mean, I can just cut open the jeans, but then you’ll definitely have to trade in something extra to cover the costs of the repairs -’

He interrupts, ‘That. Let’s do that.’

‘Alright, your call,’ you say with a nod. ‘Can you hold up your shirt?’

You try not to gawk when he draws up the tails of his flannel, revealing his soft stomach underneath. The mid-rise jeans cut off beneath his belly button, and you eye the trail that sneaks full and dark under the waistband. He’s obviously sucking his tummy in, and you catch yourself wishing he doesn’t feel like he has to.

You bite your bottom lip. ‘Do you think you can fit a couple of fingers into the waistband so I can slide the scissors in? They’re sharp, I don’t want to cut you.’

You watch as he tries, first his index finger, then his middle, but he can barely squeeze in beyond the nail, which turns completely colourless from the pressure. He sighs in surrender. ‘Mfraid you’ll have to, sweetheart.’

You have to close your eyes for a moment, your head swimming. You’re not sure whether it’s from the sweetheart, or the fact that he wants you to stick your hand down the front of his pants. 

Well, not exactly that he wants you to. And not your hand. But still.

You squeak. ‘Do I have to?’

He pins you a sarcastic arch of his eyebrows. ‘Well, if you’re sure that you won’t cut my dick off -’

Your face heats up at his blunt words, falling back onto your haunches. ‘Great, now you’ve got me worried -’

Palms up in apology, he shrugs. ‘Sorry -’

‘No, no, you’re right. I don’t want to accidentally castrate you,’ you sigh. ‘Are you - um - well adjusted in there?’

‘I’d go down the right side of the zipper,’ he answers diplomatically.

Taking a deep breath, you ask, ‘Ready?’

‘Whenever you are, sweetheart.’

The first contact is the brush of your knuckles against his stomach, the skin warm and soft on the back of your fingers. You don’t dare look up, but you can feel his eyes on you as you burrow your index finger under the waistband. Though it’s a squeeze, you manage to wriggle in nail side down, creating a small gap - still not quite enough to get the scissors in without nicking him.

Talking more to yourself, you mumble, ‘Better safe than sorry. Let me just get one more finger in -’

Joel chokes so hard that you almost jump back in fright, frowning at him as he catches his breath. ‘Are you okay? Do you need some water?’

His voice tight, he shakes his head. ‘No, I’m fine.’

You wait a beat to make sure he doesn’t go into another coughing fit. When the coast is clear, you gesture at his jeans. ‘Can I just -’ 

‘Get one more finger in?’ he finishes your sentence in his raspy baritone. 

You finally hear it when he says it like that. And oh god, your ears burn as you stare up at him, lips parted, torn between outrage and a very disorienting arousal. ‘You - you -’

A wicked smirk tugs unexpectedly at the corner of his mouth. ‘I already tried, sweetheart. My fingers are too big to fit inside.’

The touch of playful condescension in his tone has your jaw going slack, and your brain practically short-circuits at the thoughts of where else they are too big to fit inside of -

So as it turns out, you’re brave, or just downright stupid, when you’re turned on. Next thing you know, you hear yourself telling him off. ‘I could just leave you in those jeans you know.’

Joel smiles wider, and retorts, ‘I don’t think you would.’

‘Just because I’m shy doesn’t mean I don’t have a mean streak,’ you shoot back.

He seems pleased to have lured you out of your shell, grinning down at you. ‘Believe me, I’m shakin’ in my boots, sweetheart.’

It’s really unfair that he looks this good from where you are on your knees. His eyes are hooded, curls flecked with grays sweeping his forehead. Even though the apocalypse has left its marks on him in wrinkles, frown lines, and smudged bags under his eyes, it has clearly not taken away from that proud nose or plush lips -

Steadying yourself with a deep inhale, you shake yourself out of it. With an in, it’s slightly easier to push in your middle finger into the waistband to widen the gap. Happy with the quarter inch of space, you hold up the scissors. ‘I’m ready to cut if you are.’

He nods his acquiesce. ‘Do your worst.’

Opening up the scissors and carefully fitting the blade beneath the denim, you carefully begin snipping away. They are sharp, but the fabric is tough and you’re conscious of the very tight fit, so you take it slow.

You pause when you’re a couple of inches in, when Joel lets out a groan of relief. Absent-mindedly, you run a soothing thumb over the angry, red indents the waistband dug into the soft pouch of his tummy, sending a shudder through him. 

‘Sorry,’ you squeak, snatching back your hand as if he burns you. 

Too preoccupied with the relief of being able to breathe, Joel shakes his head. ‘Don’t be. Just keep going. Please.’ 

Why is that one word - six letters - making your breath hitch?

Gripping the top of the now open fly and pinning it against his body so you don’t accidentally see anything you’re not meant to see - whether you want to deliberately is a completely different matter - you hunker down and keep cutting along the zipper. 

Each snip gets easier as the jeans release their death grip on him. The right side of the fly falls away as you cut, the denim peeling back slowly to expose the skin underneath. Your eyes drift to the curve of the pubic bone that’s now completely in view, and it’s taking everything you have to not lean over and run the broad of your tongue along it -

How long has it been since you’ve been with a man? When was the last time you had someone stand before you, pants unzipped and hanging open -

With tremendous fortitude, you tear your eyes away to check on him, ‘All good?’

The grunt of respite that he lets out is almost guttural, going straight between your legs. ‘Feels so fuckin’ good to breathe.’

‘Before I keep going, do you want to - uh - rearrange yourself?’

You expect him to turn around, or at least give you a second to turn around to give him some privacy, but he’s obviously been too deprived of oxygen to think straight. One big palm snakes down his front, right in your face, and he cups himself through the denim.

You stop breathing, eyes wide as he adjusts himself. 

Holy fuck.

When he’s done, he gives you a thumbs up. ‘All good.’

This is it. You’re not making it out of this alive.

You can barely get the words out, your throat suddenly drier than sandpaper. ‘Can you, um, hold up the other side of the fly?’

When he does, you stare at his hand next to yours. How is it so big? The veins are prominent on the back, leading down to thick fingers, the nails neatly trimmed and clean - but you bet there’s residue gunpowder underneath.

There’s still a slither of skin peeking through the V of the fly as the scissors slice through the denim, following his happy trail. The lower you go, the thicker and darker the curls, and goddamnit - what is wrong with you - all you can think about is burying your nose right in there, nudging through the hair, lower and lower and lower still -

A sharp pain on your left finger makes you yelp, the scissors falling from your other hand to the floor with a loud clang. A small bead of blood wells up on the tip where the sharp blade nicked it, and in a panic, you let go of his jeans.

‘Shit,’ Joel curses and covers himself up quickly, his brow furrowed in concern. ‘You okay?’

You nod in embarrassment while you get on your feet. ‘I - my hand just slipped. It’s nothing, the smallest cut, I’m fine -’

Well, to be fair, you were fine - until he grabs your left wrist, brings your hand up to his face and sucks your bleeding fingertip into his mouth. 

As if it’s the logical thing to do.

Your knees buckle, and you collapse into his front, but he doesn’t even budge, as if you weigh nothing. Taking a deep breath - wood smoke, simple soap and man fill your lungs. Peering up at him through your lashes, you spot the silver flanking the hinge of his jaw, leading down to a peculiar bare patch on the left side of his beard.

He watches you back as he releases your finger with a wet pop. Tracing his bottom lip with his tongue, he pronounces, ‘Just a small cut. You’ll live.’

Will you though? Because it feels like you’re on the verge of expiring from breathlessness. 

He glances down at his front, which he’s still holding up. ‘I guess I can get out of these now.’

It takes you three seconds to catch up before you stumble backwards. ‘Yes, of course. Sorry.’

‘Thank you for freeing me,’ he says with a lopsided smile.

You duck your head, unable to meet his gaze all of a sudden - hypocrite, you had no problem perving on him a minute ago - and nod at the jeans on the table. ‘Why don’t you try those on?’

He clears his throat. ‘I, uh, should probably put on some underwear first.’

You barely manage to hold back from smacking yourself on the forehead. ‘Of course. We do have some in stock. Boxers or briefs?’

He looks amused. ‘What do you think, sweetheart?’

You hesitate, but you force yourself to be brave and venture a guess. ‘Boxers.’

He winks, and you grin back.

Joel hovers uncertainly in front of the mirror in the fitting room, having exhausted all the angles he can see twice, and wonders if he’s been dithering for too long. He’s not even sure what he’s looking at anymore, so he bites the bullet and draws back the curtain.

‘How do they feel?’ you ask.

He was counting on some hint from you, but you give nothing away. So he shrugs, hands on hips. ‘I honestly can’t tell you.’

‘May I?’

At his nod, you step into his space, and he watches as you hook your fingers into the belt loops on either side of the jeans and pull them up, as if gauging the size. He holds his breath as your hair grazes the front of his chest.

‘They’re a bit loose, to be honest,’ you tell him.

He scoffs self-decrepatingly. ‘Probably not for long at the rate I’m going.’

You take a step back and level him with a glare. ‘Stop it.’

He frowns, hackles rising. ‘What?’

‘Stop putting yourself down.’

That he didn’t expect. He protests, ‘I’m not putting myself down -’

‘Yes, yes, you are,’ you interrupt him with a boldness that has his eyebrows reaching for his hairline. With fire in your eyes, you go toe to toe with him, poking him in the chest with a firm finger. ‘You’re alive, you’re safe here, and you’re fit as hell. If you’re going to make fun of yourself for putting on a bit of healthy weight, you can go ahead and get out of my shop.’

Warmth blooms in his chest as Joel stares down at you, breathing heavily after your little speech but showing no intention of backing down. You don’t know him, but for some reason, you’re fighting his corner.

That shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

Pursing his lips, he towers over you as he teases, ‘You think I’m fit as hell, sweetheart?’

With a roll of your eyes, you walk backwards to the shelves, rummaging through the sizes before returning with a pair of dark wash jeans. You quip, ‘Don’t fish for compliments, it’s unbecoming.’

You snap the curtain shut in his face with a flick of your wrist before he can answer, and he chuckles to himself as pulls on the jeans you picked out for him.

When he pushes open the curtain again, Joel doesn’t miss the way you pause as you stare.

The waistband sits on his hips without cutting into his stomach, and he’s pleased that he can comfortably slide his hands into the pockets. The denim wraps firmly, but not tightly, against his backside, holding his thighs comfortably and falling straight down to the ankles. The wash is dark and flattering, smarter than his old ones.

When the silence has stretched on long enough, Joel shifts on his feet and asks, ‘Well?’

You turn the question back at him. ‘What do you think?’

He shrugs. ‘They’re alright, I guess.’

With a tilt of your head, you prompt, ‘You can say it, you know.’

‘Say what?’

‘You can say that you look good.’

Joel huffs, shaking his head and catching his reflection in the mirror as he does. At your look of insistence, he reluctantly parrots back, ‘Alright. I look good. Happy, sweetheart?’

Then you smile, really smile, and he feels himself soften - his eyes, his face, his mouth, his fucking old, rickety knees -

Suddenly, the bell over the door rings and a woman bustles in. ‘I’m so sorry, Pin! I know I’ve been gone a long time, but I got your favourite tea to make it up to you -’

She stops abruptly when she spots him. ‘Hey! You’re Joel Miller, aren’t you?’

Before he can answer, she crosses the shop in a bundle of energy, sticking her hand out. ‘I’m Lucy, I’m a friend of Tommy and Maria’s. It’s so nice to finally meet you.’

He lets her shake his hand, then she continues without skipping a beat. ‘How are you settling in? You got that house in the street near the stables right? It’s great, it’s quiet but not too far from everything -’

Since she doesn’t seem interested in his participation in this conversation, he doesn’t. But he notices, with regret, the way you start to retreat, the shyness making a return in the shadow of her clearly more outgoing friend - like a bad habit.

He’s suddenly aware of a lull, and that Lucy is looking at him expectantly, like she’s just asked a question that he didn’t hear.

‘Yeah sure,’ he replies dismissively, stopping you with a hand on your wrist just as you try to slink away unnoticed. ‘Hey, wait a second -’

To Lucy’s credit, she picks up on the snub and the energy between the two of you at the same time. Instead of taking offence, she gives you a knowing look and points towards the back diplomatically. ‘You know what Pin, I just bumped into Maria and she asked me something about our fabric inventory, so I better go check it out. I’ll see you around, Joel.’

With a wink in your direction, Lucy makes herself scarce, leaving the tea on the counter for you.

Joel’s quiet for a beat when you’re left alone again. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to run off your friend, but I just wanted to uh - thank you. For all this.’ He pauses, then adds, ‘Like she said, I’m Joel. Probably should’ve introduced myself before I asked you to cut me out of my jeans.’

You quip, ‘There’s always next time.’

He chuckles, and asks, ‘Did your friend just call you - Pin?’

‘It’s just a silly nickname,’ you explain. ‘As in pins and needles, for obvious reasons.’

Then you give him your real name and your hand, his palm warm and calloused against yours as he shakes it firmly. When he lets you go, you notice the watch on his wrist, the veins of broken glass on the face catching the light. 

Nodding at it, you ask, ‘Do you need that fixed? There’s a repair guy down the road who can fix anything.’

Confused for a moment about what you’re referring to, Joel pauses before realisation dawns on him. His answer is suddenly polite, a stark contrast to the light-hearted conversation just now. ‘No, I - I like it this way. But thanks.’

You don’t miss the emotional weight behind his words, and the air thickens with unspoken meaning, but you know better than to ask. 

‘I understand,’ you say simply.

Everyone has something like the watch is to him. God knows you do. A moment of quiet understanding passes between you, one that needs no words.

Breaking the silence, he says, ‘So, you mentioned I’ll need to trade in something else for these jeans -’

You dismiss that notion with a wave of your hand. ‘Oh no, it’s ok. I got it.’

‘You don’t have to -’

You shut him down. ‘It’s not a big deal, it will take me two minutes to replace the zipper.’

He hesitates. ‘And the boxers -’

Passing him his jacket, you insist, ‘Seriously, Joel, don’t worry about it.’

His fingers brush yours when he takes it from you and shrugs it on. You try not to look too conspicuously when the bottom of his shirt draws up, flashing a bit of tummy, but it’s gone too quickly. With a nod, he concedes reluctantly, ‘You really shouldn’t, but thank you. I owe you one.’

You roll your eyes with no real exasperation as you walk him towards the exit. ‘I know you haven’t been here for long - that’s just how things work around these parts. We do things for each other, you don’t owe me anything.’ Pulling the door open, you give him one last grin. ‘Welcome to Jackson, Joel.’

‘Thanks, Pin,’ he says as he crosses the threshold. He pauses on the porch and looks around the high street slowly, as if he’s taking it in for the first time. He then turns to you with a parting wink that is charged with easy confidence. ‘I think I’ll like it here.’

You linger by the door, leaning against the frame as he jogs down the front steps with a swagger, watching in appreciation at the way his new jeans frame his backside. You smile when he slides his hands into his pockets as he walks away, the afternoon breeze ruffling his curls and the sun warming his broad shoulders.

You think you’ll like him here as well.

Notes: As I was writing this, I couldn't help thinking that it reminded me of Grays 🙈 What can I say? I want to give middle-aged men in need of self-love all the reassurance that they need. I hope you enjoyed Pin and Joel's meet-cute, I'm honestly so nervous about this fic I had to stop myself from compulsively over-editing.

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated as always 🥰

P.S. Apparently, there is a Main Street Outfitter in the game, so I ran with it.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

[talaok]

Hey, I just want to tell you that I like your fanfics so much! and you're truly an amazing writer! Can I please have one shot where the reader asks Pedro to join her on her skin care routine? like it's all so fluffy, and P just keeps looking at her and pecking her lips at the same time. I hope you see this. Thank you so much. We love you, bestie!

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: thank you so incredibly much love <3, im sorry for the wait, this beautiful request truly deserved better, and of course, i love you too babe❤️

Pedro had always liked to watch you, you'd learned that quickly.

He liked to watch you when you were doing your make-up, cursing at your products when they didn't do their job right, he liked admiring you while you chose what to wear, that cute pensive frown always on your forehead, he liked seeing you put on lotion and bake those amazing cakes you baked, and finally, he liked watching you do your skincare.

He always prolonged his own routine in the bathroom at night just so he could be present for your little ritual of cleansers and serums and creams whose names he couldn't even pronounce, but today, today something had changed, and he'd decided he didn't want to only watch, 

"You want to try?" your lips pulled into a smile as he nodded, his arms around your torso and his head between your shoulder and neck as he hugged you from behind, admiring your face from the mirror

"wanna see what all the fuss is about" he murmured, kissing your neck "What makes my wife abandon me in bed for twenty minutes every night"

You gasped, laughing as you feigned offense

"I have never abandoned you in bed, you're always here with me"

"mhh" he hummed contemplating, inhaling your scent as he tightened his hug "Whatever you say sweetheart" he murmured with that shit-eating grin plastered on his face "now, where do we start?"

He moved to your side, his gaze attentively examining the products filling the counter as if he knew what any of them did.

"first" you started explaining, picking up your oil cleanser and a detergent "we've gotta wash our face"

"I did already"

You glared at him, disappointed at the fact that even after all this time, he still had learned nothing

"it's not washing your face if it's just with water baby, you need a detergent, here" you handed him the white tub and he only opened and closed his mouth as he accepted the product in his hands.

"You're not gonna use this?" he asked, watching as you squeezed some other product in your hand "is this the cheap one?"

"no" you snorted "I just need to use another cleanser before that one cause I'm wearing make up honey"

"oh" he breathed "of course- I knew that"

You both laughed softly at his obvious lie as he squeezed an ungodly amount of detergent onto his hand just to slap it on his face and started rubbing it in with the same delicacy with which he changed a tire

"baby you're not washing the dishes, you've gotta be gentle" you laughed, watching him open his soapy eyes to look at you

"oh- like... this?" he asked, trying to mimic the gentle massage you were giving your own face

"that's better" you nodded, smiling proudly before taking the residues of your makeup off with a cloth

He rinsed his face and watched you as you did what he'd just done, and finally, finally, you asked him something you had no idea how you'd never asked before

"why do you always look at me?" you said, rinsing the detergent off "I'm not gonna disappear into thin air you know?"

He chuckled, his manly and deep voice bouncing from the bathroom tiles

"Are you?" he asked, taking a step so he was once again, right before you, his fingers moving some hair out of your face and lingering on your cheek

"I look at you, because I don't get to do it enough, because it's all I would spend my days doing" he murmured, droplets of water from your face and his hands falling to the ground as your heart sped up "because you're a work of art sweetheart, and because in everything you do, I see all the reasons I love you"

There it is, the man you married, able to melt you up with just a few words, spoken like they didn't seem picked up off a book, like he wasn't the best man you could have ever wished for, like you didn't love him to goddamn death

You didn't say anything, you never could when he said stuff like that, you only spoke through your eyes, through that invisible bond between you, the words lingering on your tongue

I love you

Before you kissed him, the same feeling, the same message, finding him with it.

"that" you smiled "Is why you're never allowed to make speeches before me ever again" 

God only knew how much you had scolded him for making you look like a fool at your own wedding when he made you and half the guests weep with his vows while yours looked like a child wrote them in comparison.

he chuckled, kissing you again, before you mumbled something about finishing the skincare and he pulled away, a grin from ear to ear on both your faces

he followed all your instructions, first came the exfoliating stuff, then the serum, then the creams,

He watched diligently as you showed him how to execute every step, and then copied you, his hands still moving a bit too roughly on his skin.

the only change he brought to your routine, was the kiss he couldn't help but steal from you after every step he accomplished, a soft and quick one, just because he could, just because he wanted, just because you looked cute as ever, and there was only so much he could do to keep his hands off of you.

And after everything was done, after your skin glowed as you looked at your reflection, his eyes too, focusing only on you as his arms wrapped around you, he decided

"I think I should join you every night"

[romanarose]

Banner by @winniethewife

Oscar Issac/Pedro Pascal Fan Art and Fiction Pride Event 2024

Hello friends!

Let's try this again and I'll try to be more clear to not invoke discourse. That being said, it is *my* event and if you'd like to run one a certain way, go nuts. However, this is how I'm doing it.

I had a lot of fun doing Dead Dove December and the Triple Frontier Anniversary Event so I decided I wanted to do an event for pride this year! I know it seems far away right now, especially given how many of us in north America are still cold af, but I wanna give everyone time!

Each week of pride will have a theme to write or draw for (you don't have to do all of them! Think of it like kinktober.) at the end, I will put out a masterlist (or multiple depending how many)so we can all share each other's work.

Why?

Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal are both allies to LGBT people, Pedro having played multiple queer rolls and having likened his sexuality to that of Prince Oberyn. Despite none of the characters being canon queer, Triple Frontier specifically lends itself to queer stories. Recently, theres been a rise in stories of Oscar characters in relationships or Pedro characters in relationships which I love.

What I'd really like to do is encourage people to think past x fem!reader or canon presentation of characters. I want to encourage gay, lesbian, bisexual relationships, trans readers, trans interpretations of characters etc. More content guidelines will be in the what section.

Where?

Primarily tumblr.com, our very own shithole hellsight. However, especially given tumblr's censorship vs. twitter, I am encouraging posting on twitter or wherever you'd like. If you post something elsewhere, send me a link or send me a post you made about it on tumblr and I'll promote the link.

Additionally if you only write on ao3, I'd love for you to participate too! Once again, just send the link!

When?

in order to do the week by week themes and hold all of June, there will be 6 weeks from May 26th-July 6th

Each week will have themes. I won't be policing the weeks and these so if you do the 1st week on july 3rd, that's fine. The themes are keeping in mind both artists and writers. I only got one artist for DDD, a great piece and I've love to see more! Ideas are just for spit balling, do your own take!

May 26th-June 1st: Coming out. Ideas: Coming out to family, lover, friend. Finding gender affirming clothes/hair, first pride

June 2nd-8th: Transitioning Ideas: Surgary, surgery scars, starting T or E, binding (safely!!!)

June 9th-15th: Sex/kissing First time together, first time with certain biology or the same sex, sweet kisses, smut showing scars,

June 16th-22nd: Food, fashion, fun

All things queer culture and culture of different religions, racial or country backgrounds, queer fashion, gender affirming clothes, Keshet (קשת), listening to Lady Gaga or Bruce Springsteen, watching a queer movie

June 23rd-29th: Struggles Rejection, reconciling faith and identity, missing family that rejected one, comfort, candlelight vigil, day of remembrance.

June 30th- July 6th:Strength Asserting ones or a partner/friend/family's pronouns, standing up against hate, being loudly and proudly yourself, pride events

Who?

Writers and artists in any form are welcome. I also want to encourage working with each other, writers and artists together!

For characters: Any Oscar Isaac or Pedro Pascal character has to at least be in the relationship. Other characters in universes can be done, such as FishBen.

Reader can be anyone, just properly tag! If you want to come out to Marc Spector as bisexual, do it!!! If you want Joel to take care of you after top surgery, do it!

YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE QUEER TO PARTICIPATE!

However! Please do your research if writing or drawing an identity not yours. There are trans, nonbinary, gay, lebian etc bloggers all over tumblr who write about their experience, please divert to first person testimonies rather than assumptions.

What?

A few rules

MUST contain more than male character x fem!reader. Male character x fem!reader x male character does not count unless the two male characters are romantically or sexually involved or one or the reader is trans. Any Q's, dm me!

This is not a dark event. I'm not going to be policing the content matter but I really want to primarily focus on the pride. However, as a bisexual, gender non-conforming person I know a lot of pain can still be involved. What we are not doing is suicide, death, self-harm, or non consensual activity. If you have questions or would like to make a case for something, just dm me!

This is not inherently NSFW, but there is absolutely NSFW allowed. Always tag everything properly.

The usual no's like bestiality, incest, underage nsfw etc

As far as minor characters, SFW MINOR CHARACTERS IS ALLOWED. You can write or draw lgbt themes because being LGBT is not inherently sexual. For example, teenage Santi coming out as trans to Frankie or your own version of Ellie and Joel's talk about Ellie and Dina kiss. That being said, I'd prefer to reserve this to teens. Again, any questions or ideas that don' quite fit into parameters, just ask!

As always, I am allowed to use my discretion. If I do not want to include something, I won't. However, I know that there are rifts in the fandom. I won't be excluding you out of personal bias. As long as I don't have you blocked and you haven't plagerized or done something really bad to people, you'll be included. I'm not letting petty beefs get in the way. Harmful actions will, however. I need to protect my peace and keep

NO REAL PERSON FANFICTION. Do not write about Oscar Isaac or Pedro pascal being gay or trans and do not make any assumptions about their sexuality or gender identity. Oscar is happily married to a woman and Pedro has expressed his sexuality is like that of Oberyn Martell but has not elaborated much further, nor should he have to. Just leave ‘em be. You can speculate elsewhere but that’s not what this event is for.

How?

Simply tag me, @romanarose and use the #OscarPedroPrideEvent2024 please please please use BOTH so it's easier for me to find!!!

When the event is over, much like DDD I will compiled them into a masterlist and posted. This is a chance for every blog, big and small, to get a moment in the sun and to share each others works! Remember, reblogging, comments, and interacting is what makes this a community! I want to create an environment that is welcoming and we all help each other.

Please feel free to reach out to me for any questions or clarification!

However, if you go issues with me writing men kissing, chracters being trans, queer readers etc, I'm not really open to debate.

~A nonbinary bisexual <3

[pink-andwhite]

i'll take care of you

pedro pascal × gf!reader

warnings: lots of fluff, shower sex but like pretty much just cockwarming, little tiny daddy kink, minors dni

he knows you're exhausted. he can see it on your face, the way you carry yourself. you'd been at work all day, constantly running around, busying yourself with your work and others. the moment you stepped in the door it was obvious how drained you were.

"hi honey," pedro mumbles, grunting softly as he lifts you, helping you to wrap your legs around his waist, your ankles hooking behind the small of his back. he always knows, even without you saying a thing.

"ive got you sweet girl, 'm gonna take good care of you, okay?" and you nod, leaning into his body and nuzzling your face into his neck. the slight scruff of his beard tickled your cheek and you sigh, eyes closing as you relax. he's so warm, so soft and secure. he's all you need.

pedro carries you upstairs, passing through your shared room and towards the bathroom. gently, he sets you on the countertop. "alright sugar, gonna undress you now okay? gonna take a nice, warm shower."

"mm," you nod your head, leaning into his calloused touch. he gives you a gentle smile as you yawn, lifting your arms up while he pulls off your shirt. "m' sleepy," you mutter, lifting your hips as he removes your pants. "i know baby." he replies, eyes crinkling in a smile as he kisses your forehead, your sleepy state making his heart swell.

he tugs off his own clothing and turns to the shower, turning on the water and twisting the handle to the desired spot. while he waits for it to warm, he returns to you, wrapping your limbs around his body once again. he sighs, nuzzling into you with a smile. his large, calloused hands rub your thighs in lazy motions. his hands move to the swell of your bottom and yet again, you're picked up and carried into the shower.

his warm skin against yours has you humming into his neck and as soon as your body hits the water, you preen, humming into his neck. "thanks pe," you mutter, tightening your grip on his hips, arms shifting around his neck. his hands kneed at the swell of your ass and he presses a soft kiss to your temple. "of course baby." he mumbles.

despite the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion, you can't help but be aware of the way his skin rubs against yours, his half hard cock prodding gently at your backside. you giggle into the juncture of his neck, hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "what're you giggling about?" he questions, adjusting his hold on you. "you're poking me," you admit, stifling a laugh. he blushes, holding you a bit tighter. "sorry hon," he says, his left hand rubbing the soft skin of your lower back.

and suddenly, it starts to feel a lot warmer. the hot water and his bare body on yours all contending factors to the rosy blush creeping up your neck. "it's okay, baby." you mumble, softly adjusting so that his hardening cock rests against your core. pedro chuckles, choking back a pleased groan. "what do you think you're doing? huh sugar?" he asks, voice low bjt sweet. "please daddy..." you whine, shoving your face further into his neck. he lets out a laugh, kissing your shoulder. "knew it,"

he nips at your skin, adjusting your positions so that your back is gently pressed against the shower wall. once situated, you lean back a bit, removing your face from his neck. one hand plays with his hair while the other reaches down, softly grabbing his half hard cock and pumping the thick shaft a couple of times. pedro groans, tipping his head back.

"god i missed this," he admits with a smile. you return the smile and bring his thick tip to your entrance, rubbing it along your folds. "mhm, missed it too," you murmur, biting your lip as you line his cock with your entrance and push yourself down a bit, letting him do the rest of the work.

pedro thrusts upwards softly, groaning as he pushes his length into your slick heat. you sigh contently, feeling full, warm, safe. all you needed was him.

[h0nology]

Prowler!Miles x Reader Headcanon

sorry, i literally had to!! i finally saw the movie and i’m OBSESSED! but i promise i’m writing part two of the pedro fic, but while that’s in the works, enjoy miles!

warnings: toxicity? fluff? slight angst, pet names (mami, baby, babe)

• he’s kinda mean at times, saying some harsh things but you and him both know that he doesn’t really mean it. he’s just hurting.

• that being said he bottles up his feelings. not really telling you all that’s going on with him and how he’s feeling, he really only focuses on you and how you are, brushing it off if you ever asked the question in return.

• he loves physical touch though; it’s how he expressed his love for you. him not being good with words and all.

anytime you two are together, he’s touching you in some type of way. when y’all are out, his hand is on the small of your back, guiding you in the direction you need to be going. or when you two are alone, sitting on his rooftop his hand will be resting on your thigh. he also loves the feeling of your hands on him or running through his hair. he pretends like he doesn’t, but you know deep inside fireworks go off every time you touch him.

• so, you’d braid his hair all the time, and he’d pretend like he didn’t care, having this nonchalant attitude the whole time and finding anything to complain about.

“ah! not so rough, mami!” he’d quietly scold you if your accidentally too rough while doing his hair.

but he really did enjoy the way you did his hair, you were actually really gentle with him (for the most part)

• he also loves to spoil you. you didn’t necessarily hate being spoiled by him, but you didn’t want him going out his way for you, when you told him that his exact words were “i’ll spoil you if i want to, mami, alright? you can’t stop me.” so anything you even looked at with the slightest bit of interest was yours.

• flowers, shoes, clothes, whatever. he made it happen.

• anytime you had asked miles where he even got the money for all of this, he’d brush you off.

“not your business to worry about, ma.”

you’d argue that it was, you two being in a relationship and all, you think you deserved to know.

“what? are you dealing drugs or something?!” you yell.

he laughed, throwing on his jacket, “you’re funny.”

“just tell me!”

“i’ll be back. i love you, baby.” he’d kiss your lips and disappear into the night.

• that happened a lot and it kept you up at night, you worry about him as you looked at the picture of you two on your nightstand. but you also knew how strong he was, how tough he was. he could take care of himself.

• so that’s why you just stopped bothering him about it, you figured you trusted him enough.

• oh he hates pictures btw, but made an exception for you.

“can you smile please babe?” you asked him.

“you’re lucky i’m even taking the picture.” he grumbles.

all you had to do was give him a quick peck on the cheek, and the corner of his mouth curves into a slight smile. you’d quickly take the picture, cheering in victory as he slightly laughed next to you.

“see, you have a pretty smile.” you’d showed him the picture, “pretty?” he muttered, letting out a low chuckle.

“yes, pretty. i love it.”

the words sent butterflies to his stomach, everything you said did.

“and i love you.” he’d say, pulling you closer to him.

[judysxnd]

OK girl we need some sexy time with pedro × reader . Write it how you like for us💋❤

OKAY the other day I just said to someone that I wasn’t comfortable writing smut and all, but im going to try to go as further as possible. Also, I am listening to “double fantasy” by The Weeknd (oh my god I love him so much) as I write this.

Update: OH MY- OH MY GOD!!!! I can’t believe it!! I dit it!!! And I like it!! Also I didn’t really know if you were actually asking for smut, so I did it anyway. I’m so proud of me for being able to write sexual content. I am still not that comfortable doing it though, but for now it is manageable.

Minors, please do not engage, +18 only!

Warnings: sexual content

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It’s both your day off today. And it’s been like that for almost two weeks. Taking two weeks off was very much needed, knowing all the work you’ve both been doing. You were exhausted, it was the least you could say. The first week, you left. You both really needed to disconnect a little. The second week, you just decided to chill home.

Today was Wednesday, and, not going to lie, you were bored. You got up around 10am, Pedro not so long after.

“What are wee going to do today?” You asked, as you were making coffee for the both of you. Pedro was next to you, leaning on the counter.

“I have no idea” he yawned

“Here” you said, giving him his coffee

“Thank you mama” he smiled. He kissed your cheek, which made you blush. You both headed outside, enjoy the warmth of the sun.

You had lunch around 1pm, then you decided to tan a little while Pedro was reading a book next to you.

“Damn” You heard Pedro say. You were laying on your stomach so you couldn’t really see what he was doing.

“What?” You felt a hand move the strap of your bathing suit a little

“You- how did you tan so fast?” You laughed

“Monoï”

“Mon- what?”

“It’s an oil, that makes you tan faster”

“Wait- you’re literally putting oil on to cook yourself?” you both laughed

“If you say it like that- well yeah”

“Why didn’t you take your top off?”

“What?” You said turning to face him

“You know, not to have strap marks”

“I don’t mind them”

“Oh okay”

“And I’m not really a fan of public nudity”

“Public?” He laughed “who’s there to look at you?”

“Well you, but if I start tanning without the top off here, it’s not to put it back on somewhere else, there’s no point in doing it either way”

“Wh- me? I literally see you naked-” you smirked

“If you just want me to take it off just say it” you sat in front of him. His eyes wondered on your body, obviously on your breasts, then back to your eyes.

“Okay, take it off then” not moving your eyes from his, your hands slowly started to undo the knots of the straps of your bathing suit. First the one on your back, than the one on your neck, which made you top fall off.

“Happy?” His eyes scanned every inch of you. His stood up, and got closer to you. He lifted your chin up.

“Very happy” he smirked. Putting your hands on his waist, you stood up.

“Now it’s my turn to be happy” he smiled. “Take off your shirt” licking his lips, he took his shirt off. “The shorts too”

“Hm hm, it’s not your turn anymore”

“Wh- well that’s not fair, you’re wearing more clothes than m-” he cut you off

“Take the bottom off”

“Only if you take the shorts off first”

“That’s not how it works” you looked at him with a surprised expression

“Oh this is how it is going to work though” you stared intensely at each other. He finally gave in, seeing you were not moving, and took his shorts off. He was left in his underpants, that were showing his bulge. Looking at him up and down, you put your hands on his chest, slowly going down, but Pedro stopped you.

“Cariño, es tu turno” (darling, it’s your turn) oh he went Spanish mode. He knew the effect it had on you. But you also know what it means for him. He is long gone. It made you smirk. Both of your hands on your waist, you slowly took off your the rest of your bathing suit off.

“Bueno, sabes lo que tienes que hacer” (okay, you know what you have to do) you added. He did not expect that one for sure. When he spoke Spanish to you, you could cum right here and then. But it was the same for him. Speaking his native language? Oh my- it was a turn on.

“Qué estás haciendo princesa” (what are you doing princess) he said in a low voice. You smiled.

“Sabes lo que estoy haciendo” (you know what I am doing) you said, your right hand travelling on his chest and stomach, and even playing with the hem of his underwear. And that was it. He couldn’t take it anymore. He put his hands on your waist and grabbed you. It made you squeal. He put you on his shoulders and headed inside the house.

“Oh you want to play? Okay let’s see” he said, slapping you ass at the occasion. Once in the bedroom, he put you on the bed. You were out of breath. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you at the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of you, his hands going higher and higher. “We’ll see how long you can hold” he smirked.

He started kissing your thighs, slowly going up to your core. You straighten up a little so you could look at him. Your right hand went into his hair. He looked at you for a second, then he started to work on you.

“Already wet and I barely touched you.” He said, his hands now traveling on your body, from you breasts, to your waist, and licking your pussy at the same time. Oh he knew what he was doing. You threw your head back, closing your eyes, mouth open. His tongue was perfect.

“P-Pedro please” he stopped for a second, which made you whine a little.

“What was that sweetheart?” You looked at him. He was teasing you.

“Can we skip this and go to the part where you actually fuck me?” You tried teasing too. It could work and send him to the edge too, therefore he would actually fuck you, or, he would take his revenge and make him tease you even more and longer.

“Eres impaciente mi amor” (you are impatient my love) he smirked. He slightly got up to kiss you passionately, while his right hand went to your pussy, continuing what he had started. It made you moan in the kiss. “Yeah that’s it” he said, looking at you taking his fingers. “You’re getting close isn’t it” you kept moaning. “I need you to answer baby doll”

“Y-yes” Your arms started to shake. They couldn’t support you anymore, it was getting too much. Pedro put his left hand on you back, holding you more.

“Not just yet” he said as he started to plant kisses in your neck, making it extremely difficult to contain your orgasm.

“I-I can’t” he suddenly removed his fingers. It made you gasp due to sudden stop and lack of touch. You looked at him, confused and panting. He got up and started to lick his fingers.

“You taste so good” you smirked. He then left to the bathroom. You laid down on the bed waiting for him. You could still feel your orgasm being near, so you started to touch yourself. Biting your lips, you closed your eyes. It felt so good. Pedro saw what you were doing. As much as he liked it, right now, he didn’t want you to cum just yet. You suddenly felt a hand holding yours. “Darling, you know it drives me crazy when you do that”

“What, I can’t play too?” You sat up, and saw that he was holding a condom in his right hand. He smiled at what you said. He opened the condom, while you took his briefs off. After he put the condom on, you laid back on the bed as Pedro placed himself above you.

You placed both your hands on his cheeks, looking at him. You could see the lust in his eyes. Your thumb was caressing his lips. You felt the mood change. As it was playful before, you felt the sexual tension rise even more, but being more sensual then before. You kissed him languorously.

“You’re ready?” He asked you, staring into your eyes. You nodded. “I need words princesa”

“Yes I am ready”

“Stop me if it hurts, at any point” you smiled. He was just too sweet. Despite what you were doing, he would always be very careful with you. You love that about him. You love everything about him. You kissed him again. He slowly entered you, burning sensation spreading all over your body. After a few seconds of adjusting, for the both of you, Pedro started to go back and forth, slowly at first. His head in your neck, he started to moan as well.

“Oh yes- it just- you feel so good” you managed to say between moans. One hand on his back, another in his hair, every part you touched were sending him to the edge. At some point his movements started to get faster meaning he was close. His right hand was working on your clit at the same time, giving you a full experience, and getting you closer each second.

“Wait for me mama” he said, kissing your neck a little, feeling the vibration of his moans against your skin.

“P-Pedro, I-I’m”

“me too” you both climaxed, close to one an other. You were both breathing heavily. You lifted his head, smiling. You kissed him as long as you could. After that, he laid next to you.

“I wouldn’t mind a shower now” you said. It was a hot day, adding the heat from the session, refreshing was a good idea. He looked at you.

“Round 2?” You smiled

“Okay” you got up and went into the bathroom, followed very closely by Pedro. The shower might not be as refreshing as it could be.

[creedslove]

can you please do an imagine where pedro is really sweet during your pregnancy

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I'm sorry, but I changed to Joel because well, I love Joel ❤️

Joel Miller thought he wouldn't need to worry about diapers, baby proofing the house, baby clothes and food and everything else, well, not until it was time for his sweet Sarah to give him a grandbaby 

But life is kinda funny and guess what, you're pregnant with his baby 

And Joel Miller has to start everything again 

Only that this time he's older and though he knows his back is definitely gonna kill him, he also knows that now he has the experience to handle the situation better 

And money is also not as tight as it was once, but he still gets worried about the fact he was left by Sarah's mom and though he knows you won't bail on him, there's still a small fear in the back of his mind 

But you have a serious talk with him and you assure him you will be there for him, if he's there for you 

If he doesn't want to, he can get the fuck out and not look back 

You knew he wouldn't do that, but you were just as scared and anxious as he was, and you also had some bad thoughts that ended up taking the best of you 

Joel was surprised at your reaction, but to see you were so effectively defending your baby, he realized you wouldn't walk away, and he was also not gonna walk away

And as the weeks turn into months, Joel goes to all your appointments with you, even if he needs his workers to take the jobs for him, or Tommy cover for him 

And his heart beats faster when he sees your belly growing, it makes him so proud to know he put a baby in there 

Every time he's out, he ends up buying something for the baby, whether it's a plushie, or little baby shoes, he can't help but buy it for the baby 

He is so attentive and he is always willing to give you back rubs, or foot rubs when you're too tired 

Joel Miller would 100% hold your hair during morning sickness 

He loves applying lotion to your round belly, just caressing your skin and low-key talking to the baby, but he doesn't do it very loud because he's a little shy 

He also plays the guitar for the baby 

And he gets in charge of the remodeling of the room

He reminds you every day of how beautiful you are, even if you don't think so 

And he also shows you how beautiful you are by helping you with the pregnancy hormones 

And you drain and exhaust that man 

Let's just say Joel gets into the habit of going back home for lunch, so he can have a quickie too 

He helps you set things up for your baby shower in the backyard, it's a small party, but he likes that you're happy

And he helps you open your presents too, and organize everything into the baby room

It was fun, but also a little scary, because it meant things were getting real and you would soon welcome a beautiful baby into your lives ❤️

_____

[gadriezmannsgirl]

With you -Pedri González

Please, tell me you guys didn't forgot about this little thing over here because I didn't, this is the little "blurb" an anon asked me for and yes, I took a long time to do it but I couldn't get anything for this. Anyways, hope you enjoy it, guys!

Summary: Your love connection goes beyond everything and you two know it

"Do you really have to go?" He asked laid on the bed watching you pack clothes for four days, you were asked to go to this art exhibition that was being held in Madrid, it would benefit a lot on your scolarship, it was something serious and something big for you.

"Well, yes. I hope after graduating, work in Barcelona's art gallery"

"You don't need to work, mi vida" You roll your eyes

"I do need to" You replied softly looking at him

"You don't! I make enough for the both of us, our future kids and even their kids!" He replied as you looked at him with a smile

"Out future kids sounds good"

"Don't change the subject" You giggle

"It'll be four days, they'll pass quickly, amor. You'll see" You leaned over and kissed his pouty lips

But two days without your presence were enough for Pedri to go madly crazy, he swore your pillow had lost your lovely scent a mix of vainilla and your favorite perfume, that he couldn't get enough of and the fact his bananas laid untouched on the dinner table, meaning you hadn't tried to sneak behind them and eat a few ones.

Pedri groaned thinking of a solution. And he stopped feeling lonely when he found one.

You were currently greeting the judges that were going to qualify you, along with your profesora, Julia, if you were or not capable of directing a gallery as big as this one, it was your last semester in Uni and you were halfway done with your internships, this being one of them and you needed to give your everything at 100% to be fully accepted.

You were nervous, you had facetimed Pedri who reassured you everything would be alright and that you will smash it but you felt like vomiting at the moment you stepped a foot inside the place.

After a lot of battle and thinking, you had decided to put a navy blue dress with a not so long V cut and beige stilettos along with your hair down.

"Te ves divina" Pedri had said "Wish I could be there"

You wished that too.

After some words from the owners of the place, the judges and your profesora, the event started.

You were pretty busy explaining the technique of the paintings, the hidden emotions and the history behind the paints to everyone who got close to you and asked for your help.

"Señorita, disculpe. ¿Podría decirme el nombre de esta pintura?" (Miss, excuse me. Could you please tell me the name of this paint?) You heard his voice, the deep Canarian accent that made you smile, you turned around smiling and saw him.

Pedro was standing in front of you, with a smile on his handsome face, he was dressed in a suit, a view you don't get to see many times and that you loved it.

"What are you doing, amor?"

"Couldn't stand being far from you" You smiled

"You're whipped, young man"

"I'm in love, which is different" He corrected "I hate it when one of us has to leave and I love when we're together" You smiled "Besides, I'm injured and staring at Fer's ugly face isn't the same as staring at your pretty one" You blush giggling "Te ves hermosa por cierto" He said

"Thank you, you look pretty handsome too" You stared at each other for a few seconds, smiling you shook your head "Which paint did you said?"

"Anyone you want, I said that to grab your attention to be honest" You both chuckle as you grab his hand guiding him to your favorite paint

You told him everything you loved on the paint, the type of painting and like you were doing before, explaining every little detail of it.

"You can buy this?" You nod

"You can"

"And would you like this one in our house?" You smiled at him

"It would look great, yes. You don't need to tho" You shook your head "These are really expensive and I don't want you to-" He cut you off by kissing your lips lovingly. You smiled into the kiss letting yourself fall into his charm

"Y/N?" You heard your profesora's voice

"Miss Julia" You smiled lightly "Mhm... This is my boyfriend, Pedro González" You introduced him as she smiled "Pepi, amor, she's my profesora Julia Andrade" They nod before shaking hands lightly

"Surprise seeing you here, Y/N told me she would come alone"

"Yes, she did, but I missed her a lot and I also wanted to be here for her since it's such a big thing for her and hopefully her career"

"That's really nice" She cooded a bit "Fan of art?"

"Not that much to be honest"

"Opposites attracts"

"A lot" Pedri said making you chuckle

"Feeling proud of her? She's doing an amazing job like always" Pedro nodded

"One hundred percent, she's amazing, smart and passionated, I knew she would smash this"

"I still don't know that"

"No, he's right. The judges are blown away by you, Y/N. They're talking about wanting you in Madrid and Barcelona for the two biggest arts museum's in each. I'm extremely happy and proud of you, my dear" You laughed in disbelief

"Really?" She nods

"I would let you get away with it as a celebration gift but I think that may be up for later, you're being requested for one of the judges to talk about your experience here" And with that she left you two alone

You turned to Pedri who was already looking at you

"Éxitos preciosa" He said kissing your lips "I'll be here cheering you on, te quiero"

"Que te como la cara, te quiero" You smiled kissing him repeatedly

"Let's save that for later, go and do your thing"

"You won't leave?"

"¿Pa' dónde me iría? My place is with you. You're my everything" He kissed you once more "Venga, va. Go, smash, end with your night with a golden brooch and let's go to the hotel so we can have your celebration" You smiled nodding leaning up to kiss him once more

"You're definitely my person, amor"

"Well, I know that already" You both laughed "but you're also mine"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[milawritesstuff]

Hi can I request a pedri imagine where him & the reader have been together for a while but he gives off the “I don’t need you vibes” but in reality he doesn’t want to lose her so she starts asking a little more from him because it’s almost getting too late. He finally starts to show he does need her & can’t lose her especially in a time when someone else tried to get her attention. (Something similar happened with my ex & I…this is why he’s an ex)

A/N: not going to lie I made myself cry with this one lmao.

Warnings: just sad

•••

It had been over three hours since Pedri’s practice had ended. You were still sitting in the dining table waiting for him. Your plate of spaghetti had gotten cold and after reheating it twice you had given up. You stood up and threw your food into the trash can.

Your texts asking where he was had gone unanswered, as it had become common. You left him a note on the table telling him there was food and that you loved him. You decided to go to bed. You laid there in the dark quiet room and tears began to fall down your cheeks. You couldn’t understand how this was what your relationship had become. You weren’t sure when it happened but it did.

Pedri, the man who used to message you almost every hour that he could and almost speed home to be with you barely even showed any interest now. You wondered why you even stayed, it probably didn’t matter to him.

The next morning your alarm woke you up for work. As you opened your eyes you saw Pedri sleeping next to you. You couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful he was. You stood up and placed a kiss on his cheek which was met by grunting from him and him pulling the blanket over his face.

As you were getting ready to step out the door you realized his backpack was thrown over the note you had left him the night before. Which meant he hadn’t even read it. The front pocket of his backpack was open and inside there were a few folded notes from fans with their Instagram handles. You felt your heart sink.

You continued to look at your phone throughout the day waiting for a message from Pedri, but nothing. You knew he was awake and on his phone because he was answering comments on his Instagram. But you were clearly not important.

When you got back home you heard him in the shower. You walked to the room and waited for him to come out.

-Hola amor.- you say as he steps out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around the bottom half of his body.

-Hey.- he says.

-Do you want to go have dinner?- you ask as he begins to put on the clothes he had laid out on the bed.

-I can’t. I’m going out with the guys.-

-Where are you going?- you ask. You can already feel a knot in your throat. He barely even looked at you. No kiss, no hug.

-We’re going out.- he said annoyed.

You stood up and paced around the room while he continued to get ready. You were trying not to cry.

-I - I just wanted to let you know that I’m leaving.- you say catching him off guard.

-Are you going to go visit your parents?- he asks.

-No Pedro. I’m leaving for good. We haven’t seen each other in two days and you’re going out? You don’t tell me where. You don’t look for me. You don’t need me.

He put on his hoodie as he rolled his eyes.

-Why do you have to choose the most inconvenient time to be so dramatic Y/N? I’m just going out with the guys, I’ll be back soon.

He began to walk out of the bedroom. But your pride always got you in trouble. You couldn’t stay quiet. You followed him.

-Don’t lie to me. Who are you seeing?- you ask with your eyes pleading not to tell you he’s cheating.

-Are you seeing one of the girls that gave you their Instagram handle?- you say holding tears back.

-Why are you looking through my stuff?- is all he says.

A year falls down your eye but Pedri is already storming out of the house.

-Pedro please don’t leave. - You plead.

-I can’t stand you.- he says as he shuts the door behind him.

You spend the night waiting for him again but end up falling asleep. You had texted his two closest friends Gavi and Ferran but they weren’t with him. The next morning when you woke up you found him sleeping in his clothes on the couch. You knew he had been drinking.

You had to go to work but had already made up your mind you would pack your bags when you came back. It would be much easier to get over him if you were away and not under the same roof.

That afternoon as you were leaving work with your co-worker you heard a honk. When the two of you turned around you realized it was Pedri. Your co worker said goodbye as you walked towards Pedri’s car.

-What do you want?- you asked.

-I sent you a message I was going to pick you up.- he said.

-I didn’t see it, like all of the messages I have sent you that you don’t see.-

-Please just get in the car.- he said sternly.

-Pedri please leave.-

-Just get in the car.- he insisted. People were already looking at the two of you yelling at each other. You know they would recognize his car soon and decided to just get in the car.

-Who was that hijo de puta? Is that why you’re leaving me? He asked.

-You have nobody to blame but yourself.- you spat back.

-So you are leaving me?- he asked. You didn’t answer. You could feel tears were forming in your eyes. You couldn’t let him see you cry. You turned to face the passenger window as you began to cry and

held in any noise. He didn’t say anything.

When you finally made it home he got out of the car and went inside leaving you in the car. Your heart was breaking more and more with each one of his actions. When you finally made it inside you made your way to the room to try to pack. A few second later he came in. You had your luggage spread open on the bed as you grabbed whatever you could, tears falling down.

-What are you doing?- he asked as he stood at the door.

-I told you I was leaving.-

-You’re overreacting.-

You suddenly felt a wave of rage travel through your body. You turned over to look at him.

-What do you want me to stay here for? To ignore me? To continue cheating on me? I love you Pedro but I’m done.- you zipped up your luggage.

-I’m not cheating on you.-

-The where were you yesterday?- you ask.

-With Ferran and Gavi.-

-I called, you weren’t with them.

-Y/N please. I’m not cheating on you. I never would. Please don’t leave.

-And why would I stay?- you say as you begin to pull your luggage outside of the room leaving him behind.

-Y/N please. I’m sorry. I know I’ve been an asshole lately but I’ve just been under so much stress. I love you.

That was the first time he ever said that. And you wished he hadn’t done it right now, seconds away from walking out of his house and his life for good. He walked up towards you now standing right in front. You yearned to feel close to him again. To kiss him and be in his arms. But you knew better.

-Pedro, I - I - I’m leaving. We need some time away, - he stood there in front you. Reality had finally hit him. He was about to lose me.

-Please Y/N, please stay. I’ll be better but please don’t leave.

-Tell me where you were last night.-

He put his fingers through his hair as he paced around. -I went out with Ansu and some of his friends. We went to a club. I know you wouldn’t like it so that’s why I said I was with Gavi and Ferran.-

-Was there girls there?- you ask almost not wanting to hear the response.

-Some girls came up to us but I didn’t do anything, I promise. You’re the one I love.- he says.

-You know this is the first time you tell me you love me?- you say.

He stood there staring at you now realizing that despite dating for over a year and living together he hadn’t shown you how much he cared for you. Realizing he was about to lose the person he cared the most for because he just couldn’t show how he was feeling.

-And I mean it. I’m sorry I’ve been acting like this. It’s just so stressful trying to perform for the club and when I come home I don’t want to fight with you.-

-And you think it’s easy to be alone all of the time? Got leave for days with the club and when you are home you just want to do what you want to do.- you explain.

-Well your co-worker has been keeping you company, hasn’t he?- he asks.

-My coworker barely talks to me but if you think I would so easily cheat on you then that’s another reason for me to leave.- you grab your purse from the kitchen table. As you turn around you feel Pedri grab you by your arm and pull you back towards him.

-Please don’t leave. I’ll do better, I’ll be better. But please don’t leave.

[xas24]

You have to make a part 2 of pedri x reader fic please 🙏

It's so good. Also with a happy ending 😇

forgotten (pt. 2) ~ pedri

summary: y/n tries to make up for her blind mistake in the past when she sees pedri in barcelona.

pt. 1

“shit.” y/n scrambled out of bed with a gasp. the harsh rays of sunlight were beaming into her room, the loud echo of kids playing outside could be heard through the thin panels of her window and she felt the adrenaline fire up in her stomach when she noticed the time.

"shit. shit. shit." she immediately ran to her wardrobe, grabbing a jumper and a pair of shorts. it was a struggle to put them on whilst rushing to grab her sandals and running out the door.

she didn't want pedro to think she didn't care, that she couldn't be bothered showing up, that she forgot about him. she could never forget about him.

although they hadn't been on the best speaking terms for weeks, to which she still didn't know the reason behind, she promised him she would be there to wave him off. she promised him. she knew how much it meant to him, how much effort he put into making his dream come true; a dream he'd been thinking about since before they even met.

he was supposed to leave at 9am, and the fact that she had ran out of the house at exactly 9am wasn't the best thing in the world. she ran and ran and ran, hoping that maybe there was a slight delay, hoping that fer forgot something at home and they had to waste a few more minutes there. his house wasn't too far from hers but what normally would've been a ten minute walk, was a five-minute run.

y/n turned onto his street, her heartbeat thumping in her ears and her hands sweaty as she came to a stop infront of his house. her heart dropped into her stomach when she saw it locked. she frantically looked around and she recognised most of his relatives starting to walk off with wide smiles on their faces, proud for their young boy.

but what was supposed to be pride in her chest too turned into dread when she realised she was too late. he had already left.

she saw adrián, pedro’s cousin and one of her friends, stood to the side with his hands in his pockets. he was one of the last people remaining and when he noticed her walking towards him, what seemed to be a worried expression, turned into one of relief.

“hola, hermana.” his tone sounded apologetic.

adrián was aware of how disappointed pedri was that she didn’t come. he saw the way he was subtly looking around, hoping she would arrive last minute but she didn’t.

she was here now but he wasn’t.

“he’s gone?”

“sí, hermana. lo siento, i know he was hoping you’d show up but he was getting late and had to go.”

“mierda.” (shit) her chest was still heaving and she tried to catch her breath but was unable to as her heart just kept rapidly pounding in her chest. he’s gone. she never got to say goodbye and now she didn’t know when he’d come back.

•••

“sí, mamá, i know. i just need a few more things from the store. i’ll be quick.” y/n pressed a kiss to her moms cheek before grabbing her bag and walking out.

y/n had a day left before she had to leave for barcelona. she was in her final year of university and since this was a crucial year in her accountancy studies, she was being transferred to a university in barcelona. she’d be able to get more experience and job opportunities in the big city, and with some thought and words of approval from her parents, she agreed to go.

she stalked into the clothing store, the cold breeze of the ac hitting her in her face and cooling the sweat from her bare arms. she strolled over to the designated aisle, eyes alert for the stuff she needed.

however, it was only about five minutes of wandering about the aisle when her eyes landed on someone she always hoped she’d see again.

“rosy?” y/n called out. the older woman turned around and a bright smile instantly made it’s way onto her lips when she laid her eyes on the young girl.

“ah, y/n! hola, chica.” they both met in a big hug and y/n felt her heart pang with slight sadness and guilt as she wrapped her arms tighter around the older woman. she remembered how warm and loving rosys hugs used to be when she was younger - how she used to wrap her up in her arms, giving her a kiss to her head and a small rub on her back every single time.

it seemed as though that habit of hers hadn’t been lost over the years as she planted a kiss to the crown of her head, gave her a little rub on her back before pulling away. her eyes took her in carefully, “it’s been so long, y/n/n. you’ve grown so much! still so beautiful!”

“gracias, tía. how have you been?”

“i’ve been great, just a little busy. we just came back from barcelona because fernando wanted to come home.” she answered and y/n’s heart started to beat a little faster at the thought that maybe pedro was back too. she doubted it though, it was mid-season.

“so how are your studies going, cariño?”

y/n answered her question truthfully and didn’t fail to mention her move to barcelona. rosys face lit up with happiness for the twenty year old. she’d always believed in her, always believed that her intelligence and kind heart would get her somewhere amazing in the future so hearing about this opportunity made her feel nothing but pride. after all, rosy once thought of y/n as her own daughter too.

they talked for a few minutes about some generic stuff relating to her school and her parents before y/n hesitantly mentioned the boy who’s been plaguing her mind for over two years.

“how’s pedro?”

his mothers smile seemed to widen a little. “he is good. he is still in barcelona because of work, but he’s thinking about coming back when his season ends.”

“that’s great! yeah, i’ve seen him on tv. he finally did it, huh?” a smile landed on her lips, a sort of nostalgic one, thinking about how she’d watched all of his matches; every single one. she always made sure to take some time out of her day to watch him play, and even if he wasn’t playing, she’d still support him and his team.

she promised him years and years ago when they were kids that she’d always be his number one supporter, and that was a promise she wasn’t about to break anytime soon.

“sí, cariño, he did.” rosy held that proud grin she’d always held when talking about her kids.

“he goes by pedri now. i wonder who came up with that?” rosy gave y/n a teasing look with a raise of her brows and y/n couldn’t help the blush that overtook her cheeks.

“it was just a small joke between us, tía. i didn’t think he would actually do it.”

“the things he would do for you, hija. it’s crazy.” rosy laughed and although her tone was humorous, y/n saw the seriousness in her gaze. she wanted to know more. she wanted to hear all about pedri and his career. she wanted to know all of the crazy stuff that’s happened in his life ever since he stepped her out of it, but that was for another time.

currently, she wanted to know only one thing.

“tía, do you know why he stopped talking to me?”

rosy noticed the genuine confusion and hurt that laced the girls voice. a sigh left her lips at the sour thought of this whole situation.

“pedro made me promise two years ago to not tell you or anyone any of this, but i think you deserve to know, hija. i always thought you both would sort out this indifference in your friendship but two years have gone and you both haven’t resolved anything! how stubborn you both are!” she laughed.

“resolved what?”

“cariño, pedro was in love with you!” y/n’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“no, tía, he would’ve said something.”

“he was scared, hija. you both had such a beautiful friendship, he said he didn’t want to ruin that with his pathetic feelings.” the guilt that sparked moments ago had now returned with full force because there was absolutely no way pedro was in love with her and she couldn’t have even noticed.

she tried thinking back, trying to remember any sort of moment between them where he would’ve shown any type of adoration or infatuation towards her - but pedro was such a loving, sweet boy in general, she couldn’t seperate the qualities.

“the stars look really pretty tonight.” “they look the same as any night, pedro.”

“then i guess they always look pretty, then.”

“i love you, y/n.”

“it wouldn’t come true if i told you, and i really want this one to come true.”

how naïve could she be? she was always trying to find that same love in other people when he was right there, already loving her. she was blinded by a love that was meant for her but she never got the chance to actually have.

“he came home one day on the verge of a panic attack. i was so worried for him and that’s when he told me all of this, he said he saw you with a boy and he couldn’t control it. i’m sorry he never told you, y/n/n. you know how shy and stubborn he is, he thought that ignoring you would be better.”

“no, i’m sorry, tía. i’m sorry i put him through all of this, it’s all my fault.” her throat started constricting but she refused to cry here, even if she wanted to just let it all out in another one of rosys warm hugs.

“it’s okay, cariño, truly. do not put the blame on yourself. you were both young and didn’t know how you felt. it takes time and maturity to understand feelings like that.” rosy stated, running a tender hand over y/n’s cheek, brushing the underside of her eye as if wiping away the tears she knew she was holding back.

“go to barcelona, amor. study your hardest, follow your dreams. pedro is there too. if you happen to meet him, this is your chance to make amends. don’t do what he thought was best all those years ago, hm?”

y/n sniffled and nodded in response, hand reaching up to stop any tears from leaking down her face. she probably looked ridiculous right now, tearing up in the middle of a clothing store.

“i know how stubborn he is but he will want to talk to you, trust me. i know he misses you too.” that put a smile on her saddened face. she chuckled, grabbing rosys hand from her cheek and planting a kiss on her palm.

“gracias, tía.”

“anytime, hija. i have missed talking to you.” she pulled her into another hug that y/n gladly obliged to. her arms tightened around her once more and she felt as though some of that burden of guilt and curiosity had been lifted off of her shoulders.

•••

it was quite later in the evening and when y/n would usually be deep into a book or watching a show in bed right now, she had a lot of unpacking to do but was also hungry and since there was barely any food in the fridge, she decided to go and grab some. it was an extremely random time to be getting groceries but she didn’t mind at all.

however, bumping into pedri in the middle of the street at 8pm on a thursday afternoon was not on her to-do list for the day. she didn’t expect to see him so soon into her trip, but it seemed as though fate wanted this to happen.

his shocked face mirrored hers and she felt her grip on her bag start to loosen.

“pedro.” she felt as though her brain just paralysed her tongue and she didn’t know what to say.

“y/n?” he was confused and she could tell, she could read him like an open book. “what are you doing here? in barcelona?”

“i-uh, i’m here for uni. it’s my final year.” her brain was scrambling her words up. “well- actually, right now i was uh- getting some food. i just moved in and needed to stock up the fridge.” she trailed off towards the end when she noticed that her rambling wasn’t making this awkwardness any better.

if you happen to meet him, this is your chance to make amends.

he still looked a bit taken back by all of this so she spoke up instead. “so, how are you?”

“i’m good. i just met up with some friends at this restaurant.” he pointed down the road and y/n quickly turned for a second to see the fancy lights and hear the faint hum of music from the building at the end of the street. “i was about to go home.”

she nodded once and turned back to see him already looking at her, but in what way she couldn’t say.

“ah okay, i won’t hold you up then.” she cleared her throat from constricting once more before giving him a short smile. she was about to walk off from beside him before he spoke up.

“no, you won’t.” she turned to look at him and his eyes had softened up a bit. she noticed how much muscular he looked, how his hair had grown out a lot more and his beard was coming in. he truly looked so much more grown from the last time she’d seen him, so much more handsome.

“how are you?” pedri asked. he didn’t understand why his hands had started sweating the longer he stared at her, so he shoved them in his pockets. it’d been so long since he even heard about her, let alone seen her.

she’d changed quite a bit. her hair had grown a lot longer, he noticed she changed her hairstyle, her style of clothing, the way she did her makeup. they were subtle changes but he noticed them, he always did. he found she looked more mature and he couldn’t deny how gorgeous she still was.

“i’m okay, just a little stressed for uni.”

“accountancy?” she nodded. “i remember you telling me about it when we were 16. you finally did it?”

her smile widened and her mind spun back to that moment too. they’d been sitting in her backyard, huddled together on one of the makeshift hammocks they’d put up, surrounded by a few tiny candles. they stared up at the night sky once again, something they both liked doing when it was just the two of them. they were talking about their futures, their dreams, their next steps, just anything that came to mind.

y/n mentioned she was thinking about going into accountancy and she remembered how pedri had snickered at her words. she’d given him a look and he said that he thought it was a great idea, just unexpected from her.

she laughed and said she’d prove him wrong. pedri knew she could do it though, with how smart and creative she was, he knew she could’ve conquered anything. he never doubted her.

“so you did end up proving me wrong then?” she heartily laughed and nodded her head.

“i guess i did. but look at you though, such a great professional and you’re only 20. i mean, you’ve played with leo messi! that’s been your dream since we were like five years old.” she chimed, earning a shy smile from pedri in return. “you know, everyone back home asks about you. we’re always watching you play. i’ve watched all of your matches.”

pedris eyes widened a little. “really?”

“sí, you’ve always been talented, pedri.” y/n made sure to put emphasis on his name just to tease him and when his cheeks reddened and he chuckled, she joined him.

“i didnt think you would actually change it to pedri!”

“i liked the sound of it.”

a genuine laugh continuously left her lips. her mind wandered back to when they’d both talked about this topic for a whole hour whilst swinging on the swings at the park near her house. it eventually became a small joke between the two, she only called him pedri to tease him.

“i agree though, it does sound good.” she shrugged a shoulder.

“oh just ‘cause it was your idea?” he remarked and she snickered. they both talked so smoothly, it didn’t even feel like they hadn’t spoken in over two years.

when the laughter soon died down, pedri decided to break the silence. with a slow breath, he stated “you didn’t come that day.”

his voice was so low, she almost didn’t hear him if it weren’t so quiet on the street. despite this, y/n still knew what he was referring to. “i came, pedro.”

“no you didn’t.”

“i did, but you had already left.” his brows furrowed and she continued.

“i’m sorry, i slept in that day but i didn’t let it slip my mind. we hadn’t been talking for two months back then, but i put a reminder up and read it every single day to make sure i didn’t miss seeing you go.”

“yeah, well you did.”

her voice became stern after his harsh tone. “i promised you i would be there and i didn’t break that promise, pedro. i got there and yes i was a few minutes late and i know that’s not an excuse and i am sorry.”

pedri looked away and silently took a deep breath in. he didn’t want to start tearing up here, infront of her, in the middle of this street, despite the fact that she’d been there to comfort him every time he cried when they were younger, no matter what the place.

she was always there except that one time and pedri didn’t expect her to bring it up, or even know about it at all. “i’m sorry for not knowing.”

“not knowing what?” he looked back at her and felt the blood rushing to the tips of his ears.

but y/n only tilted her head to the side. her brows were brought together in apology and her eyes glistened over with fresh tears. “you know what, pedro.”

“did my mom tell you?” he asked and when she nodded in return he sighed to himself, defeated and hurt.

“pedro, you couldn’t have expected her to keep a huge secret like that forever-”

“it’s fine, just leave it.”

“no, i won’t it was all my fault.”

“it wasn’t all your fault. we were both young, we were kids. it’s stupid.”

“pedro, it’s not stupid. your feelings are not stupid. if i wasn’t so oblivious, we could’ve talked it out-”

“talked what out?” his voice raised a little bit and she could see him starting to get frustrated as his eyes burned with tears. “talked about how i was in love with you?”

“yes! and if you had the guts to say something, then you would’ve known i was in love with you too!” she spat out and immediately the two went silent.

she wasn’t afraid of speaking it aloud now. they were both adults, both matured, both capable of speaking their feelings. he deserved to know after all this time of no sort of interaction between the two.

she didn’t want any misjudged feelings between them. she does admit she was extremely blind to his affectionate feelings towards her.

all it took was for him to stop talking to her for her to realise what a huge part of her life he was. pedro had always been there for her, always relied on her as she did him, always looked out for her as she did him. they were practically inseparable and when the time came where they were separated, she knew she didn’t want this foreign feeling to last.

now that she thinks about it, she’d always been in love with him. she just wasn’t aware of it herself. she didn’t even know what love was at that young age whereas pedro was already a lifetime ahead of her, engulfed by his love towards her.

he was the other half of her, he was her whole world, he was the key to her heart - the same key she was so desperately looking for in other people.

“why didn’t you ever say anything then?” his voice had lowered from a few seconds before. a sense of anticipation lodged itself into y/ns gut and she hoped for some redemption, any sort of closure to that miserable period of loneliness she went through without him by her side.

“i realised after you stopped talking to me. i’ve always loved you, pedro, i just didn’t know i did. you were, and still are, such a big part of my life. i understand you were upset and angry towards me and you thought that ignoring me was best. you were my bestfriend, pedro, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t have been more, because you were more than that to me.”

she stared up into his brown eyes, practically engraving the words into his mind through the contact. pedri saw the sincerity and hope glimmer in her eyes, the same pretty eyes he’d always loved staring into at any chance he got.

he wanted to reach up and move the stray piece of hair away from her cheek, wanted to wrap his arms around her body and closely pull her into him.

“pedro, i love you.” his eyes dropped to her mouth and suddenly he wanted to kiss her.

“please, let me make it up to you.” his eyes travelled up to meet her familiar, warm ones and he was nodding. he was nodding and she was smiling in relief and thankfulness.

he pulled her closer and they hugged as if they’d been starved of any sort of physical contact for centuries. y/n let the tears roll down her cheek as she tightened her arms around his shoulders, her free hand reaching up to stroke the small hairs at the nape of his neck lovingly.

it seemed as though she hadn’t forgotten him after all, and he knew that from now on, he was never letting her go.

[vanemando15]

A New Life

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actor Reader

Word Count: 6k

Rating Mature - 18+ ONLY

Genre: angst 

A/n: It’s been a minute. I took a little break from writing. Life has been busy but as soon as I saw Pedro at the Oscars I immediately got inspired to write this fic. Thank you to the amazing @musings-of-a-rose for never allowing me to quit and helping me with this.

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

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The last 24 hours have been a whirlwind. The apartment was pitch black. You had cried yourself to sleep as soon as you got in. After the emotional roaster that you had been on, you finally decide to get out of bed. Walking in a daze, on autopilot you made your way to the kitchen, where you realized that this was no longer how the home that it once was before. After making some coffee, you started packing all your stuff into luggage, waiting for your agent Chloe to come to help you. This time, there was no music pumping or him grabbing you to dance while you were cleaning or cooking. It was just you, alone, in a quiet apartment that you and Pedro once shared.  

After so many years spent together, now that it's over, you were left feeling confused and, honestly, lost.

Ring… Ring… Ring… 

Your phone was blowing up with text messages from Pedro.

Text Message - 11:29 a.m. Pedro - A, please answer me

Text Message - 11:30 a.m. Pedro - A, you left last night without letting me know. 

Text Message - 11:31 a.m. Pedro - A, I know you're upset but please answer me to let me know you're ok.

Text Message - 11:32 a.m. Pedro - Please answer me! I’m worried about you.

Text Message - 11:33 a.m. Pedro - I love you.

You angrily grab your phone and throw it against the wall, letting out your emotions with a loud scream.

“Anna! Are you ok? What happened?” 

Chloe, your agent, opens the door of the apartment and runs towards you, seeing you collapsed on the floor, chest heaving, and in tears. 

“You called me last night. Said that you were heading back from Calgary. Did something happen with you and Pedro? What happened? Why is Pedro calling me to see where you are?” 

Chloe brought you up from the floor and sat you down on the sofa as she went and grabbed some water to help calm you down. 

It was real. It really happened. All the hurt, all the pain was being turned into rage, bubbling up inside of you.

How can you move on from this?

Four years ago……

You never thought you'd give up your stable job in Miami to pursue acting. Being an award winning actress was something you'd always dreamed of, but taking the leap was never in the picture. When one of your good friends told you about an opportunity for a role in a show you took the chance and went to audition for it. They offered you the role on the spot, which was the final push you needed to give your dream a chance. After a couple of roles, you were excited when you got a small part in a new show called The Mandalorian. It wasn’t a major role, but you were to interact with the Mandalorian and bounty hunter, Din Djarin, who is played by Pedro Pascal. You had no clue who Pedro is, but you do know you're more than excited to be in a Star Wars series.

Prior to filming the scene, you were to meet up with Pedro to quickly run through your lines and placement. As you were preparing hair and makeup, he popped into the trailer to introduce himself. 

“Um, hi. Are you Anna?”

“Hi! Yes I am.”

“Oh hi! I'm Pedro. It's so nice to meet you.”

He extended his hand and as you were presenting yours a shock came between the both of you at the touch of his hand sending you jumping out of your seat.

“I'm so sorry! I guess I have too much static in my clothes."

He ran his hand through his hair nervously but covered with a beautiful smile that made your cheeks warm up.

“I just wanted to wish you good luck today and hope to talk to you more."

“Thank you for that. I hope so too."

As he attempted to walk out he slipped on the stairs to the trailer and hit his back on one of the steps. 

“Oh my God! Pedro, are you ok?" You went to go help him, but he quickly got up and acted like nothing had happened.

“No no no, I’m  good, I just wasn’t paying attention! See ya!” Embarrassed, he quickly left the trailer and shut the door. 

You smiled and giggled from just what had happened but carried on finishing hair and makeup before they called you up. 

After a long day of shooting, your scenes were done and finally were heading home where a bowl of cereal and a pair of pjs were calling your name. As you were getting closer to your car, you noticed a strange person pacing themselves back and forth by it. He was wearing thick square glasses with a dark blue long sleeve crew neck sweater, khaki shorts with colored stripe socks, and sneakers. If that didn’t give out sketchy stalker vibes then what will? The nerves started kicking in as you started reaching for your pepper spray inside your purse. 

From afar you started raising your voice to give a fair warning.

“Umm hello, whoever you are! I just want to let you know that I have pepper spray in my purse and I'm not afraid to use it?” 

“Hi Anna! It's me, Pedro."

Relieved but a little confused, you looked around expecting to see someone else. But the only people in the parking lot were you and Pedro.

“Ummm, hiiiii! Were you waiting here for me or someone else? Because I saw that you were walking back and forth by my car?”

“Shit, sorry to scare you like that. I mean yeah I was actually waiting for you”.

Taken back by what he just said “You were?”

He started laughing but in a cute flirtatious way. “Actually, I asked my assistant to ask when you were done filming so that I could track you down. I wanted to see if I could take you out for dinner."

Shocked, you let out a small chuckle. "Are you serious? Why me? Wait - how long have you been waiting for me?"

“Half an hour." He replied.

“Pedro, you should have gotten my number!" You laughed.

His fingers brush his mustache nervously .

“I think we clicked this morning and we hit it off when we were shooting. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you so I had to track you down."

“I think we hit it off as well. But next time get my number. Don't be getting all stalker mode.”

He let out the biggest laugh that made you smile.

“So is that a yes?” he asks as he puts on the cutest puppy face to try and convince you.

“Oh no, how can I resist that puppy face? Of course I would love to go out to dinner with you."

He took you to a Cuban restaurant in LA because you had mentioned to him during takes that you were home sick and missed your mom’s cooking. Not wasting any time you ordered a rum and coke as soon as the waiter came in. Not sure if this was a first date you were in sure need of liquid.

“Rum and coke?” Pedro asked.

“Yes, it's my go to drink and plus I'm a little nervous,” you replied. 

He chuckled “Nervous? Would it be weird if I'm kinda nervous too?.” 

Shocked and taken off guard you quickly lift your glass and chug half of your drink. 

Well this should be fun, you thought. 

“So tell me why are you single?” he bluntly asked you as he picked up his beer. He looked so relaxed asking you such a personal question.

“Straight to the hardcore questions I see, Mr. Pascal.” You jokingly tell him. 

“Life has been complicated for me and the cards never aligned with me. It’s hard to find someone to settle down with in this city.” you explained to him.

Pedro pushes his glasses back “Well….. maybe we can change that.” 

“Maybe we will.” as you looked at him while taking your drink. 

The night went on as the both of you were telling jokes, talking about each other's lives, interests and you come to find out that the both of you have a lot in common. Flirtation was on high alert between the both of you. 

While waiting for the check he popped open his phone and scooted close to you and brought you close to him. He turned on the camera of the phone and put the selfie mode and the both of you got together cheek to cheek and took a picture. 

“What is this for? Just in case you murder me and you have an alibi? Plus do you know that you are taking video and not camera?” you joked. 

“Oh crap I always do this wrong.” He quickly changes the photo mode and takes the picture. As he took out his wallet to pay the bill he presented his other hand to you and said “To answer your question I want to take a picture of us because it would be something that we can look back on as a reminder of our first date.” The biggest smile came from you as you believed he was hinting something to you.  

The two of you made your way through the neighborhood towards your apartment complex. 

You arrive at your doorstep, turn to him with a twisted smile, not sure what to do next. 

“Well this is my place. Thank you for tonight Pedro. I really had a good time tonight.”

Pedro smiled at you “I had an amazing night too, Anna. It feels good to go out with someone new that I can get to know and maybe more.” As he inches closer to you the keys from your purse slipped out as you were searching for them. Pedro grabbed them and his wrist accidently brushed your ankle and you instantly gulped, his touch made you weak in the knees.

He presents you your keys and his hand brushes your palm as he places the keys on your hands “I believe you need this.” 

“Clumsy me,” you blush. 

Pedro slowly approaches you once more “Just a little clumsy but it's cute.”

He places a soft short kiss and slowly retreats back a few inches and the both of you are stuck looking deep into each other's eyes. Without hesitation, you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into an intense kiss. His energy matches yours by the roughness and gentleness that the both of you were having. He gently grabbed your neck and pulled you even more to him and the kiss grew to become more passionate. The both of you fall back against your apartment door. Your hands glide through his curls. You tease him by slightly biting his lower lip and in return he wanders his hands all over your body. The intensity was getting fierce between the both of you. When all of a sudden-

“Umm excuse me Miss?” The apartment complex security interrupted the moment. 

Your lips departed from his and the both of you started giggling as Pedro placed his chin on your forehead to brush out the embarrassment as the both of you waited for the security guard to leave.

Letting go of his hand, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek “I gotta go but thank you again. I hope for more soon.” 

You open the door, walk in and slowly turn back to him “Good night Pedro.”

Your life was never the same after that date. 

While your relationship with Pedro flourished, so did both of your careers. After the first season of The Mandalorian, Pedro went on to do several movies while you got several acting jobs that gave you the status per the tabloids of “Rising Stars to Watch”. After 2 years in the business you finally scored your big break in the role of a lifetime. You were cast as a series regular in Law and Order SVU. Filming for the show was done in New York which meant that you had to move from Hollywood to New York. This was a secret that you wanted to share with Pedro but you were waiting for the right time to share it with him. 

New Year's Eve 2019…

Pedro’s best friend Oscar invited you and Pedro to spend New Years with them in his apartment in New York. This was going to be the perfect opportunity to share the good news with Pedro. On the night of the party right before the clock struck 12, you pulled Pedro to the side and finally told him about the casting news and he couldn’t control his excitement. He grabbed you and twirled you around as the clock was striking 12 and in that moment he told you the words that you were waiting for him to tell you. 

“I love you A.”

You ran your hand across his little curl that was hanging in his face and you repeated the words back to him, “I love you.” and he gave you the most passionate kiss. 

He asked you to move into his apartment because he didn’t want you living alone when he had a place that he could share with you. Moving in with your famous boyfriend was a big step in your relationship but you felt that things happened for a reason so you accepted his offer to move in with him. 

One of the things that you loved and respected about Pedro was that he didn’t share his personal life events in social media. But he was so excited that he asked Oscar to take a picture of the both of you and in that moment, he posted the picture with a cop and heart emoji next to it. 

For the next three years, New York was your home for personal and work. Life for you was going exponentially well. Hard work was finally paying off when after two seasons you received your first Emmy nomination for your role in Law and Order. As your professional life was increasing in fame you were in an amazing relationship with an amazing man. Pedro was becoming the leading man in Hollywood with roles from The Bubble to The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent and he became the top notch actor when he was cast in the leading role of a lifetime as Joel Miller in The Last of Us. 

Crazy schedules between the both of you became the new norm for the both of you. Even though you had gotten used to the hectic schedule, it was taking a toll on your relationship and the spark wasn’t there as it used to be. While he was in Calgary filming, you had decided to go visit him because you had the weekend off. You wanted to speak to Pedro about the concerns you had. 

It was a cold spring day when you arrived in Calgary. You had called his assistant to check his schedule so that you could surprise him. They led you to his apartment that he was staying at in Calgary and you just waited for him to arrive. It was going to be a while until he arrived so you took advantage and took a nap. 

The next day….

You were awoken by the sound of a key entering the door knob. You quickly react and look at your watch and it shows 6am the next day. What had turned out to be a couple of hours ended up being the next day. You were only going to be there 3 days and you just lost one whole day. 

As he walked towards the living room he saw you on the sofa and was shocked by your presence.

“Babe? What are you doing here?” 

Slowly getting up from the sofa, you gave him a kiss to greet him. “Well, I came to surprise you and I had asked your assistant what your schedule was and she had told me that it was only a couple of hours of shooting so I decided to wait here for you. I laid down and I fell asleep.” 

Pedro looked tired and just wanted to go to sleep. 

“Yeah we had a long shoot and we finished a couple of hours ago. I just came straight here.”

Bothered by his response “Did your assistant tell you that there was something for you at the apartment?”

“I mean they did but I didn't know it was you. Why didn’t you just call me?” 

“Well you barely called or text me today, Pedro, or I would have just told you.”

Pedro slumped himself into the sofa and didn’t look at you. It had been almost a month since the last time the both of you had seen each other. 

You got up and faced him: 

“Ok something is going on. Pedro, is something wrong with you? Are you ok?”

It was in that moment as tired as he was that he told you that he thinks that the both of you need space. He felt at the moment that with everything going between the both of you and careers that it was best that you take some time apart to concentrate on your careers. Asking when he came to that realization and he expressed that he had been thinking about it for a couple of months but didn’t want to break your heart and never had the moment to tell you. Unexpected by the words and really shocked that he wanted to end the relationship, you didn’t wait to react. You quickly grab your stuff and leave the apartment without saying a word to Pedro and head back to the airport to catch the first flight back to New York. 

You hadn’t shed a tear yet since the bad news and you were just building it up inside until you arrived at the apartment. 

Current day… 

“Ready to go A?”

“What? Umm yeah. I'm just grabbing my purse.”

Slowly passing your finger on the frame that held that selfie picture from your first date. The last tear you would shed comes down your cheek and was quickly wiped away as you place the frame back on the stand. 

“I’m ready. Let’s go Chloe, I need to get out of this place.”

Four years of memories all cramped into luggage. You took one last look at the apartment as you unclipped the apartment key from your keys and placed it on the table stand. Not leaving a note was the best thing you did. Before you shut the lights and closed the door, you took one last look and quietly said “Goodbye old life” and shut the door. 

3 months later ……

Award season had commenced and you were busy attending the majority of events. Solo of course. Pedro hadn’t mentioned to the media about the breakup and neither did you. Every red carpet you attended, when a question was asked about him, you would just lie and say he was busy filming in Calgary and that was the reason he couldn't attend. With every question that was asked about him, you would swallow your emotions and try your best to not let it get to you.

The Emmys finally arrived and it was the event you had been anticipating. It ended up being the best night of your life because you won the Emmy you were nominated for. While everyone was expecting Pedro to be there, you brought your assistant as your date to the awards show. Looking beautiful in a gorgeous gown, you walk up the stairs to the podium to accept your award. In your speech, you were able to thank everyone - friends, family, cast, and agent, but no mention of Pedro. You returned to your seat where you would look at your phone which had endless missed calls and text messages but the one text or call that you really wanted never came in. Disappointed as you were, it wasn't going to let you drag the night. Arriving back to your hotel at 4am from celebrating in the after parties, right before you jump into your bed, the phone dings with a new text message. When you take a look you were surprised by who it was:

New Text Message 4:30am - Pedro - “Congrats A! You deserve it. All my love. P”

The message was there staring back at you. Should you text back? Should you not? Every single question arises from this one text from him but in the end you shut the phone off and went to sleep. 

The next two months you were filming in Venice for a new movie with Bradley Cooper. Keeping busy keeps you focused and not thinking about Pedro. A month into filming you had seen Pedro’s instagram that he was also in Venice filming a new commercial for a video game. But while the temptation was there for the both of you, neither one texted or called each other to meet up. While the gossip columns were creating rumors that there was an off screen romance with Bradley Cooper, and that he was your rebound from Pedro, you were always to laugh when you would hear such ridiculous rumors. 

You were asked to be a presenter at the Oscars, which was an amazing and exciting opportunity for you. Looking your best was your number one priority. Valentino had called you up and wanted to dress you for the event which made you excited, but also more nervous about going. When they presented you a rough draft of the dress, you were amazed by the presentation of the dress and how it showed off all your curves, which was exactly what you were looking for. 

A week before you were told that the last batch of presenters were announced, lo and behold, Pedro Pascal is one of them. In the height of his fame, between all his projects, of course he would be a presenter. A knot in your stomach came about from the news.

Will he speak to me? 

Will he bring someone? 

Oscar Day…

Oscar prep day was mayhem. You spent the whole day prepping. Immense pressure was building up as this was a once in a lifetime event and you wanted to look your ultimate best. Nerves were starting to creep as you settled in behind the SUV. Your hands were slick with sweat from nerves of going to this and at the same time seeing Pedro for the first since the breakup. As the SUV arrived at the Roosevelt Hotel, you felt like throwing up. Not only were you nervous about being here, you were tormented by the fact of running into him after so much time. As the driver walks around to open the door, one word pops out as you slowly whisper to yourself.

“Showtime”

The door is open and the whole audience looks at you and starts screaming and shouting your name. As you walked to the carpet you put on the biggest smile and wave to the crowd. 

Chloe had prepped you on what to do and where to go on the carpet. It felt like a video game that you had to battle through and get to the finish line. The finish line was the champagne carpet. Making your way through the red carpet, you took pictures with your fans and made your way through the interviewing portion. Still feeling overwhelmed and starstruck, the nerves kick into high gear when you arrive at your first reporter. The typical questions were asked:

“How are you doing?”

“Who are you wearing?”

“Who are you excited to see?”

The first two sets of interviews went by like a breeze. The champagne carpet was getting closer and closer as you finished each interview. No personal questions had been asked, but you were dreading the questions that would come from Entertainment Tonight. They would typically ask gossip questions and it wasn’t so much about the fashion. The interview started smooth:

“Anna, you look stunning. One of the best dressed of the night! I’m sure everyone’s jaws dropped as soon as you walked on the red carpet.”

“Well, thank you for that. It’s all the work of my amazing team that helped me get ready.” 

“Are we riding solo tonight?” - the question she was dreaded to be asked.

“Well, by date if you mean this nice Bulgari necklace that came along with the bodyguard then no I am not riding solo.” The interviewer laughed at your response and followed up with another question.

“Speaking of solo, there has been speculation that you and Pedro were possibly back together since the both of you are here today. Is that rumor true or should we put the rumor to rest?” 

You instantly cringed.

“Well I didn't know that he was coming tonight. Whatever happened between myself and Pedro is for us to keep private. It was a mutual decision to just stay friends. I am sure we will bump into each other tonight and we will be able to catch up. I know he has been busy the past couple of months so it will be great to see him.”

The reporter turned to the camera while you stared at her in the background “Well guys, there's a shot for you now. Good luck to all.” You giggled at her comment as she turned back to you.

“Before you go, I want to congratulate you on the movie you are doing with Bradley Cooper.” 

“Oh thank you.”

“I heard there was a romance. With everything that has gone with your personal life, how did you get ready for this role?” 

“With everything that has changed in my life the past year, whether professionally or personally, I have been able to use that experience and incorporated that into this role. Filming this movie has been a learning experience and being around veteran actors like Bradley has helped me become a better actor.”

“Well, that is going to be an amazing movie and I cannot wait to see it! Thank you so much and have a great evening.”

The interview concluded and a huge relief fell off your shoulders. The champagne carpet was next and then you are home free. The Champagne Carpet was just all photographers flashing lights and screaming your name to take different angles of you. Carefully, you walked to where there was a star placed on the floor which was where you were to stand. Everyone was completely mesmerized by your appearance. The stunning silk red beaded dress hugged all your curves. The dress featured a leg slit that was bound to make people’s jaw drop. To finish your look, you wore a matching necklace along with a pair of red stunner heels. As you posed for pictures, the paparazzi started screaming for your attention.

“Lady in red! Hey Anna over here!”

“Anna! Anna! Over here please!”

Feeling in the moment, you didn’t care who was calling your name. You made sure that every angle was taken of you and your gorgeous dress. 

As you were finalizing the last couple of shots, a change of phase was done and all of sudden the name you didn’t expect to hear was starting to be shouted. 

“Pedro! Pedro! Pedro!” 

With a smile on your face as pictures were taken of you, you just felt frozen and wanted to quickly get out of there. There he was, a few feet from you. You felt your blood was rushing from your head to your heart. Seeing him for the first time since the day you ran out of the Calgary apartment reminded you that whatever life you had shared with him in the past was just the past.

Taking a quick glance you saw him looking remarkably handsome. His hair was slicked back. He was wearing a fitted black tailored tuxedo with a white stand-collar shirt. Rings? Were those rings he was wearing? He reminded you of Dieter Bravo role with the rings. He had a ring on his left hand like a wedding band. Did he get married? Your chest started to compress on thinking that thought and not knowing if that was true. Did he come with a date? His wife? 

In a split second, you swallowed a sigh of relief.

“Javiera, big smile! What is it like coming with your brother?”

“Javiera! Pedro! Over here!”

Chloe noticed that you were trying to get out of there and quickly called your name before you cracked under pressure. You noticed from the corner of your eye that Pedro was starting to head to you and Chloe grabbed you so fast to take you out that Pedro didn’t catch your attention. 

“Anna, everything ok?” Your eyes wandered again back to Pedro as you saw him still taking pictures.

“Yeah I’m fine. Let’s go inside.” You nodded your head as it made you believe your flat out lie you were telling yourself. The last thing you wanted to do was to give the press newsworthy gossip. 

Luckily, they placed the both of you in different areas in the theater so there was no interaction between you. During the ceremony, you would engage and fangirl with all the celebrities that you met. Despite trying not to cross paths with Pedro, you had an overall good time at the ceremony. 

Few hours later, after the ceremony 

If there was an after party that one had to be invited to, it was the Vanity Fair party. You made your way through the carpet and into the party. Once you were given directions and you were inside the party, you headed straight to the bar to grab a drink.

“Rum and coke please?”

As you were waiting for a drink a strong hand grasped your wrist. You instantly turned and were taken back by who was in front of you. 

“Oh shit did I scare you? I'm so sorry.” Pedro directed you. 

Completely off guard, you grinned at him. In that moment, you really wanted to fall into his arms and give him the biggest kiss, but held back. Though you were still hurting from the breakup you were still in love with him. 

You laughed “No way! You didn’t scare me.”

He started getting giddy and sounded nervous as he complimented how you looked. As the place started getting crowded, Pedro moved closer to you.

“How have you been? I know we haven’t spoken since that day. I have been wanting to reach out but I figured you didn’t want to talk to me.” 

Looking directly into his eyes and not wanting to let your emotions out, you respond to his comment to be as real as it could get.

“I've been fine. Keeping myself busy with work.” 

“I noticed. Your movie with Bradley looks amazing. I’m really proud of you. You have come so far from being an extra on Mando.”

You gave him a meaningful smile. The music started getting louder and it was getting difficult to talk or hear each other. Pedro got even closer and now he was inches from your face. He slowly moved his lips over to you and whispered “I would like to catch up with you if that’s ok with you? Save me a dance ok?” 

It was clear both of you wanted each other.  As he gradually touched your arm a shock came across the both of you. 

“Ouch! Are you ok A?”

Rubbing your arm from that tingling sensation you laugh and smile at him.

“I guess we always shock ourselves.”

The party was electric. Champagne was flowing from wall to wall. Award winners were showing off their new accessory to everyone who was in attendance, while you enjoyed partying it up on the dance floor. Pedro was sitting close by and his eyes were on you as you danced with everyone in your vicinity. You knew he was watching, so you took the chance to dance the best way that would attract his attention. His close presence wasn’t going to let you ruin your night. The DJ was on point with the music that they were playing when all of a sudden the dj drops “Let’s Go Crazy.”

Shit, Oh no! This is one of his favorite songs!

Right when the first verse commenced, you felt a strong grip grab and turn you around.

“Can I have this dance?” You nodded. He grabs your wrist and pulls you into him. The both of you sway to the rhythm of the music. You place your arms around his shoulders, bringing you closer to each other. Everyone is for sure looking at the both of you. As the music continues, both of you had your eyes locked on each other. Things were heating between the both of you. His lips looked so delicious and you want to take a bite of it. The tension between you was orgasmic, making you breathless when the song abruptly ends.   

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. You nod your head up and down. He lays his hand on your side and brings you closer and places his lips on yours. It had been seven months since you last kissed him and yet this kiss felt like the first time he kissed you on that first date. 

Backing away from him you realize this was wrong. 

“I miss you A,” he quietly told you.

Seemingly confused, you let go of hands. He was probably talking nonsense. It was clear that the both of you wanted each other and alcohol was not helping the situation. He inched closer towards you again and glided his hand down your back, his fingers warm where your skin was exposed, pulling you closer to try and kiss you again. 

“I can’t do this.” 

Picking up your dress, you headed outside to get some air. The air felt crisp as you placed your hands on the edge of the balcony rail looking out to the flashing LA lights. Your chest started compacting. Breathing was becoming shorter. The lights were starting to become extremely bright and you were losing sense of what was going on with you and started to feel like you were going to faint. 

Were you losing your mind? 

Were you having a panic attack? 

Did you drink too much? 

Don’t make a scene at the Oscars. You can’t be on the front page. 

Placing your hand on your chest, you quickly tried to calm yourself when suddenly Pedro saw and quickly ran towards you. 

“Hey, hey! Look at me. It’s me. It’s me. Breathe, baby girl! Breathe, baby girl!” He slowly placed his hands on your cheeks as you looked into his eyes to calm down. The breathing started to slow back down, the flashing lights started to dim and come back to normal. Pedro grabbed you carefully and sat you down as he went to grab you some water. After a couple of breaths, you felt reality slowly coming back to you. 

He hands you the glass and sits next to you. 

“Are you ok?’’ 

You nodded. 

“What happened? Did I do something wrong? Was it the kiss?” 

“No, no. The kiss was ….” you paused and turned to look at his gorgeous face. “It was amazing. It reminded me of when we first kissed. But it just felt wrong.”

He slowly grabs your hands and your fingers intertwine with his. 

“I miss you, A. What I did was a mistake. I shouldn’t have let you go.” His eyes are pleading and wide just like a lost dog wanting to be loved again. 

Your heart starts to race. “P, I don’t think I can do this again.” 

“Why not?” As he continued to plead to you. “You don’t love me anymore? That kiss that we had back there showed me that there is still something between us. Don’t you want that again?” 

“Pedro, you decided to end this relationship. When I came back to New York I cried for you. I didn't know what to do or how to feel about myself.” Your heart starts racing even more and the tension is rising but you didn’t want to make a scene in front of people, so you hold yourself together. 

“Look. I didn’t come to this event hoping to see you after all this time. I just can’t deal with this. You're just too late Pedro.”

As you start to walk away from him, he grabs you once again. “You don’t mean that A,” he tells you with his glossy eyes. “I wasn’t thinking right when I told you that.” He doesn’t make eye contact with you. “I was just tired and overwhelmed by everything going on with my life. This show is brutal and kicking my ass but I want it to be perfect. I just lost myself in it. Everyday I woke up and I felt out of place. I feel empty inside and it's because you aren’t with me.” 

Visually upset, you rush towards him. “P, you could have talked to me, told me how you feel. I could have taken days off from the show to be together. But you didn’t do that. You just decided not to be with me. Four years! Four years of growing and experiencing life moments together and all for what? I don’t want to be with someone that can’t be open and then leaves them high and dry when things become difficult. I just can’t do that and I'm done with this.”

Wanting to get out of there, you quickly pick up your dress and started heading back towards the party, when you feel a hand pulling your shoulder around, spinning your whole body the opposite direction. His lips pushed against yours and his hands rested on your cheeks. You pull back after what felt like an eternity and look at his face. What you saw were sad eyes that made your heart ache. “A, I need you, I love you and I’m sorry.” You just needed to say it back. 

Say it. 

Say it.

You need him, you love him and you forgive him. 

But you don’t want to get hurt again. You slowly give his hands a slight squeeze and let them go.

“I love you P but I just can’t.” Your voice cracks as a tear finally gives way and slips down the side of your face as you walked past him, leaving Pedro all alone in the balcony as you disappeared into the crowd.

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🦴 = a piece of media that inspires my writing?

Not really one set piece. More like music in general does. I often listen to lofi beats when writing or my writing playlist to set the mood of what I’m trying to write. Or it could be music I’m listening to in the car or waiting somewhere could lead to some bullet points that become a fic. 😆

🍓= what led me to write fanfic in the first place?

Going deep here aren’t you Em? 👀 lol I’ve enjoyed writing since I was little as an extension of my love of reading. First with poems and the anime fanfiction when I actually watch more anime. Now I read more manga and don’t write fanfiction about it. If one squints on A03 - I may have dabbled in Marvel characters and actors for a short time. 🫢 The took a long pause as life happened. Sometime last year as my mental health improved so did my love of writing and I hyper focused on Pedro Pascal so here we are. 🤣 I write more the better my mood is. Maybe a bit too much background 😵

🥤= recommend and author or fic you love

Ugh just one? Dammit. 😒 I shall not! I’ll do eight because there are no favorites! Only peeps we support! And I can’t really call any of them number one I enjoy them all too much. 🥰

1. @morallyinept Pretty much anything you read of Jett’s will be beautiful, sensual, take you to a far away place or have needing to remove clothing - possibly from reading the same fic. 😆 She covers a wide variety of Pedro characters and is a wealth of knowledge on them. She also is just really talented and sweet.

2. @maggiemayhemnj Sure Ms. Payday doesn’t have a long Masterlist but every fic on there is worth reading for her turns of phases, vivid descriptions and her love of both Joel and Ezra. 💕

3. @megamindsecretlair One of my fellow black writers who keeps readers thirsty and eager for more with her Sam, Bucky and Loki series (all of which I need to catch up on or finish 👀) and is a hilarious person as she is kind.

4. @soft-girl-musings Another fellow black writer who’s “Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps” 1920’s or 40’s (I’m not great with telling time obviously 🙄 ) has me wondering what’s going to happen next, what is going on in that club and where else am I going to see curly haired Marcello is going to pop up at. 🤣

5. @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin The Mistress of Agnst. Her masterlist is for those who aren’t afraid to explore the darker side and stories that may not have happy endings but you’ll still feel satisfied that to finished it. To feel another type of satisfaction, you’ll need to read her smut and seek your other completion there. ☺️ You’ll be thankful for both rides.

6. @pedroshotwifey A newer moot to me who has equal parts smut, agnst and dabs of darkness in there. What can I say? I like dark fics if they’re just right. Like I like my crime dramas and cop procederals. 🤣 She and I have a good time supporting each other and exchanging thots. Her “To The Flame” series has set the reader up for what may be a spectacular fall or maybe she’ll find her way out? Only she knows.

7. @magpiepills Ezra’s second wife (because @morallyinept is his first wife and I think @maggiemayhemnj is the paramour - because it sounds fancy) The amount of filthy things she’s had him do both with one arm and two is something everyone should read twice. I also especially enjoyed her fic “Aquarius” which a whore version of Javier Peña that spoke strongly to me. Or maybe parts of me, let’s not split hairs. 🤭

8. @angelofsmalldeath-codeine She’ll say she’s not a writer. BUT as all writers know, we don’t do very well if someone isn’t reading stuff we toss out into the ether. Hemmy is as supportive as they come, reblogging and offering many a thot as both the High Chancellor of the Horny Delegation and as a friend. ❤️ Plus she supports my very soft bois Dieter and Javi G. 😆 She I think was one of the main reasons I wrote more of “Weddings 101 with Dieter.” She asked me something along the lines of, “is there more to this? This is a very cool or unique premise.” As she well knows, just tell me I did something well and I’m happy as a pearl in a clam. 🤣

Fanfic author ask game

Thanks for the ask Em! Just know I pretty much write paragraphs because I gotta explain. 🤭 I’m Nerdie and I’m wordy. 😚 I had to make one bad joke. You have to be able to tell it’s me.

[masonmyluv]

Photographer 📸

Pedri Gonzales x reader

One shot

Fluff

"You're staring"

"Am not"

"Take a picture, it'll last longer"

That was kind of ironic coming from your co-worker giving the fact that you were a photographer for FC Barcelona and that was your job: taking pictures of the players. "Actually that's what I'm going to do" you said, snapping some in the mean time of a certain player that always caught your eye: Pedro Gonzales. He looked adorable with that red tint on his cheeks after the game, and his smile when his teammates congratulated him for the 100th game in Barça's t-shirt and the winning goal he scored.

After the game ended and Pedri received his t-shirt, your co-worker, Luigi, was asked to take some pictures in the changing rooms because some of the players were looking indecent. You rolled you eyes, but waited until almost everyone was out so you could sneak in. You hoped Pedri wasn't indecent, but that wouldn't have been a problem. "Y/N? What are you doing here?" He asked confused. "Came to take some pictures with the man of the match" you said. "But Luigi—". "Shush. Pose for me" you said. "Alright" Pedri chuckled. "Perfecto" you whispered. "tú eres perfecto, no yo (you are perfect, not me)" he said. "I mean it, Y/N. You're so good in everything you do and you're so talented" he said when you opened your mouth to object. "Thanks Pedri. I should go, but congrats for the goal" you said. "Gracias". "Can I give you a hug?" You asked. "Sure, but you don't have to ask" he laughed. And just like that, you gave your crush a tight hug that lasted for about 5 seconds, but it will last forever in your memory.

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"Nice pictures" You slightly jumped at the sound of that voice, a voice that caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. "Gracias Pedri" you smiled. "Hopefully they'll post them" he said. You didn't realise how close he was until now: he slightly bent his head over your shoulder to take a better look at your laptop, his breath fanning over your neck. "That's PR. I'm just a simple photographer" you sighed. "The best photographer" he corrected. "¿Que esta pasando ahí? (What's happening here?" Pablo asked. "Pedro tratando de conseguir su amor para ser su novia (Pedro trying to get his crush to be his girlfriend)" Ansu answered. You looked a bit confused when Pedri told them to fuck off. "Sorry about that" he chuckled nervously. "It's okay... I need to finish editing these photos anyway" you said, closing your laptop and hurrying down the hall to your office. "Y/N... wait" he yelled, catching up with you. "Do you want to... maybe... watch a movie? Together?" He asked. "Are you asking me out, Pedro Gonzales?" You asked blushing. "It's just my cinema room. I don't really like cinemas" he said. "Then yes. Just text me your address" you said.

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"Oh wow I..."

"Do I look that bad?" You asked.

"Not at all. It's just weird to not see you in Barça clothes" he said. "Oh wait till you see me at the gala" you laughed. "You're going to be there?" He asked. "Yep. Probably in a dress" you said. "No puedo esperar a verte (I can't wait to see you)" he mumbled. "Sorry?". "Third room on the left" he cleared his throat. "I'll bring snacks for us" he said. "Can I help you?". "No, it's fine. Feel like home" he smiled.

That was kinda ironic given the fact that his house was 10 times your apartment, but you didn't care about that now. You were too close to Pedri to even think about something straight. You sometimes looked at him, he was so fucking handsome, his brown eyes and his plump lips. "Hey... you okay?" He asked, his thumb brushing your cheek. "You drifted off" he clarified when you looked at him confused. "I think I'm tired. I should go" you said. "It's late. Why don't you stay here? I have a lot of spare bedrooms. And I can drive you to work in the morning" he suggested. "I don't know...". "Please?" He gave you the puppy eyes. "Okay... but tomorrow we have to stop at mine to get my camera" you said. "Of course" he said.

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"You spent the night at Pedro's???" Luigi yelled shocked. "Shhhh!!! Yeah I did. We were having a movie night and it got too late to go home. So I stayed" you explained. "Did you two you know" he wiggled his eyebrows. "No, Luigi, we didn't. I stayed in one of his guest rooms and we met in the morning. Then he bought me a coffee on the way here" you said. "Awww". "And he asked the barista to draw some hearts on my cup" you blushed. "Oh my god! He likes you too!" He said. "Too? Who said I like him?" You asked. "It's clear you do. And you're gonna convinced yourself at the gala next month" he said.

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"Oh wow..."

"cloae su boca. Usted podría babear (close your mouth, you might drool)" Gavi said just in time because you were making your way to the two boys in your red dress. "Hey guys! Ready for the big night?" You asked. "Claro" Gavi flexed his biceps. "And you, Pedri?". "I'm...good... yeah bueno" he shuttered. "Well, I'll see you around" you said. "dile que se ve hermosa (tell her she's beautiful)" Gavi whispered to his friend. "Y/n, you look beautiful" Pedri said. "Thanks. You look good too. Both of you" you said blushing. "ella se sonrojó (she blushed)" Gavi said. "estás viendo estrellas (you're seeing starts, Pablo)" Pedri argued with him. "Shush you two" Ferran said as the ceremony was about to start.

"And the prize for the best photo of the season... first let's see it"

"And the best photographer, all go to Y/N Y/l/n". Everyone started applauding as Luigi helped you on the stage. You claimed your award and luckily didn't have to say anything because you surely couldn't do it.

After the gala ended, it was a little after party, so you all went there. "May I have a dance with the winner?" Pedri asked, snapping you out of your daydreaming. "Sure. There you go" Luigi shoved you into him. "Congrats. I told you you're the best photographer" he smiled down at you. "I wouldn't have won it if it weren't for the person I photographed in the first place" you said. "Now, don't tell me you won because of me" he laughed. "No, but your charm helped" you shrugged. "You think I'm charming?" He smirked. "Umm... yeah" you blushed looking down at your shoes. "Y/n... I really like you" he whispered. "More than a friend" he added quickly. "Pedro—". "No, it's okay, it's your perfect night and I ruined it" he panicked. "Pedro, just listen to me" you chuckled, cupping his face into your hands. "I really like you too...and you could make this the best night of my life if you would just kiss me". He blinked twice before he registered what you just said. So, with your permission, he pressed his lips softly to yours, wrapping his arms around you in the meantime. "Te quiero, Y/n" he whispered.

"Finally!"

"Took you long enough" His teammates patted his back. "Now I won't have to listen to him saying how beautiful you look every day" Pablo whispered to you. "We were dancing here" Pedri said. "Mhm. More like making out" Pablo said. You blushed, hiding your face into Pedri's chest as he swung your bodies to the music.

Hope you like it ❤️

Feedback is always appreciated ☺️

[popcornforone]

Peppermint

A Dave York Fan Fic

Surprise

Back to back Dave York Saturdays. Yep. I was having a chat with a few friends about Pedro & @fatimaisabelpascal showed me an item of food which was called Yorks… now here I am writing something very sexy & steamy that was originally going to be maybe 4 paragraphs & now… yea it’s taken over. Damn it Stabby why are you such a menace & so easy to write about.

Synopsis: Dave & you are posing as a couple for a mission, but the night before one moment could make a fakelationship into something much more.

Word Count:3100

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING. Mentions of assassins, fake relationship, colleague sex. One time affair both reader & Dave are unfaithful. reader is bisexual. Oral sex male receiving, deep throat, gagging , fingering, use of vibrators, talk of masturbation too , swearing, innuendo, sexual fantasys about each other. Basically as you know by now when i write Dave he’s a menace & he gets what he wants. Slight Dom controlling vibes.

Thanks for the read peoples, as always all feed back is welcome. Please let me know what you thought. & I hope you all enjoy, this added bonus.

Buzzzzzzzzzzz buzzzzzzz… the electric toothbrush goes. You stand in the hotel bathroom cleaning your teeth. It’s almost bed time, you’ve got a long day tomorrow, the mission is important & you need to be well rested. You’ve done a brilliant job convincing everyone at the pre-charity meet up that you & your husband are inseparable & all over each other but that couldn’t be further from the truth. For the man playing your husband would never usually give you the time of day, but for one week he has to & for 5 days you’ve been a very good wife.

You stand in front of the mirror cleaning your teeth, the peppermint toothpaste tingling your taste buds. You had yours confiscated before getting on the plane, too large for your carry on, as most of what you needed for this mission including clothes was being sent by your team, so you are sharing your fake husbands. It’s while you are brushing that you hear him mumble, so you pause the cleaning to spit & ask him to repeat.

“There’s no wire in this bag that was dropped off” he groans as he packs his suit carefully tomorrow to take out the target.

“Who dropped it off?”

“Evans”

“Well that answers that” you say sarcastically to yourself & roll your eyes, looking down at your phone to check the weather for tomorrow. You don’t see that he catches a glimpse at you doing that & it’s making him smirk. He’s got changed to go out for a late evening run in a few minutes time, before he comes back to the hotel room for a cold shower & then to sleep before tomorrow. Your room has two double beds in it.

“What do you mean by that?” He asks & he leans against the dresser in the room, as you do your final spit before adding mouth wash.

“He hates garrotting Dave” your then rinse & grab a small towel to wipe your face after that & splashing it with water & turn off the bathroom light. “I think he didn’t enjoy watching it in the academy & now doesn’t want any of us to do it.”

“But it’s clean &…”

“Effective yes Dave, I’m on your side with this.” You’ve worked with agent York long enough that you know what he’s going to say next. A deadly creature of habit with a huge ego who some times does need knocking down a few pegs.

Your other hand has a small box in it that you throw at him & he plucks from mid air.

“Seriously?”you nod as he looks at what you’ve thrown him “floss?”

“Not as good as the wire but good for taking peoples eyes out”

“Huh?” Dave has seemingly forgotten that you once blinded a man using this. It then triggers as he recalls your face & the pride you had when you told everyone how your captured your target that day“point taken” & he puts it in his suit. But as he does this he admires your floral night dress. The way it skims your body & he smirks. It’s the first time either of you have been on a mission pretending to be a couple, neither of you know that the other has a slight crush on each other.

You fluff up your pillows on your bed & put the tv on for some white noise while you ‘read’, so that when Dave returns after his run you can then fall asleep. There’s no point already being asleep for him to later turn the lights back on. Dave fill us his water bottle & puts his watch on before he does a few pre run stretches. The way that tshirt is already showing off his chest, always makes you glance for a few seconds longer. He looks good in this but you know tomorrow night in that suit with his fake charm it will not be difficult to be besotted by your fake husband, who’s there for a quick & easy kill.

Dave grabs his running shoes & sits on the edge of his bed, he’s still looking at you too. His fake wife. He wishes the kisses you had been giving him were real, because he wanted them to linger longer. It’s hard for his mind to not wander what it would be like to share a bed from you. To fuck you hard. To take your arse. To make the bed creek & to get a call from reception from upset guest on either side of your room, from the noise heard on the other side of the walls. He knows little about you, usually just your name & that you are a level 8 operative will do, while he is an 11. More than qualified for this mission you were. He respects you & what you do. if you had been a 6 or bellow he’d have fucked you already each night hard & told you it was to keep up appearances, & asked what you’d be willing to do for the cause. But no Dave knows that you know the drill. He’s not going to touch you unless you both agree to it inside the hotel room.

Dave then spots something on the bottom right of your lip.

“Come here” he says, his two long fingers beconning you across & you turn around l, your night dress swishing. You do have knickers on but they are silky & once Dave leaves you will be taking them off under the sheets. His 20min run, gives you time to use your vibrator, to satisfy your needs without him having to hear. You have to hear him masturbate in the shower each night since you’ve been here while you’ve tried to sleep. It turns you on slightly that Dave is that comfortable with you, he must realise you can hear him go ooh god at his point of climax, as he spills into the water. What neither of you know is it’s the other person that you are both thinking of while you do this.

You walk across to Dave, putting your book that you’ve been not reading down.

“What is it?” You stand next to him.

“Just this” his large fat flat thumb trails across your bottom lip & wipes the toothpaste clear & you clench at nothing between your thighs, while Daves cock twitches inside his running shorts. You moan softly at the feel of this & you trail the back of your knuckles down his face. A soothing touch making you both go even weaker. This tension even if it has been fake for show can’t be ignored anymore.” All clean” Dave mumbles, his eyes have yet to leave yours & you without hesitation sit on the bed next to him.

“It’s peppermint” you whisper.

“I know it’s my toothpaste remember” he scoffs & you softly smile at him.

“I’ll buy you more when we get back,”

“No need, you smell minty fresh”

“Well at least my mouth does” you blush & flutter your eyelashes at him without even realising, those pooling caramels are now hungry, full of desire & dilating.

“Let me find out.” His hand goes around your chin. That large hand with that thumb stroking.”if you…”

“Yes” you don’t let him finish asking for your consent. You hold his face & kiss him in a frenzy. It’s not fake. It’s not for anyone else. It’s what you’ve wanted to do since you got into the room on Monday night. The way his thin lips feel on yours feels exquisite. It proves that all your other kisses the two of you have had in front of others for the last few days have been for show & fake, because right now, as his hand glides through your hair & the other trys to palm & calm his growing erection, your both feeling it & your both wishing you’d acted on this sooner.

“Oooh girl”he gasps, one of his hands goes down your silk night dress, gliding over it until it reaches the hem. It’s more than half way up your thigh. His tough as he grabs your thigh has you quivering. “You sure?”

“More than sure” it’s breathy already your words before your lips reengage. Neither of you are saints. You’re both in long term relationships out of this room. But your partner you’ve been completely honest with, she knows what you do for a job & sometimes going the extra mile for a mission to save others & get information, she understands. She always laughs though when you say you have to seduce a man. But this one might be harder to explain, having sex with a fellow assassin. Daves married, he’s not had to put on a wedding ring, it’s his own to Carol, but you don’t know he’s been admiring you from a far for a little while & requested that you be his fake wife on this mission. Being higher up gives him more clout. He’s wanted to rail you for a long time & marriage troubles at home has made him pine more.

Your palm his groin feeling him get harder the longer these kisses linger. His long neck is exaggerating meaning more places for kisses. It’s been your preferred kissing choice these last few days, concerned that you would enjoy too much a kiss on the lips which is now being proven. His hand goes under your night dress & finds your silk knickers, moist & desperate.

“My my” he tuts as his hand goes inside them & straight for your clit. “Your girlfriend must be livid, you’re soaked & she’s not here to enjoy it.”

“Dave” it’s just barely audible. Your whimper almost a plea.

“Let me see, let me see your pretty little cunt, let me see what she gets to taste.” Dave stands up lifting your night dress off your body, exposing your breasts. You automatically start to tease him by massaging them, your nipples erect in a few seconds. “Lie on the bed, head this end, almost overhanging the edge” Dave then heads to your bag having a rummage & you’ve not moved, you’re admiring his bum in those shorts. “That was not a request” he snaps, so you do as you’re told. Your knickers are still on but your arousal is now showing, no amount of silk can hide that. Dave scowls as he searches in your bag & then goes ahh & produces the bullet vibrator from your bag. He looks smug & you look embarrassed. “Do you really think I have no idea what you do each night when I go running, I hear you moan on play back”

You are angry but then play him at his own game.

“Do you think the walls & water in the shower stop me from hearing you?” You lick your bottom lip & he then walks round the bed & kneels between your legs.

“You are meant to be asleep?”

“& you aren’t meant to bug your own room & record me”

“Fair enough, but I don’t play fair.” Dave cackles. His fingers & thumbs go inside your waist band & your silk knickers leave your body, your knees raise & then Dave pushes them apart, exposing your sex to him. “Ooh fuck baby, dripping & ready.” He flings his tshirt off, his rock hard chest & abs always a delight to see.

“I want you to pretend I’m not here & start to use this” Dave says flicking through the 10 different functions on the toy. He stops at number 5 wondering how that would get anyone off at all. “I can even turn the lights out & pretend…” he’s leaning over your body caressing it & he runs the vibrator near your nipples & you grab it, which stops him in his words.

“Ooh no I want you to see Dave” you quickly hit the button to get it to setting 2 the medium one”this will get me going” & so you start to stimulate yourself with the small toy. Dave watches in wonder. He’s never see anyone use such a small toy before. Often he’s seen women use much bigger ones but the second you start hissing & gasping a smile comes across his face, watching your cunt, finger & vibrator get slicker.

“Wow, look at you” he licks his lips. “It’s a shame really, my cock isn’t for your cunt, not tonight anyhow”

“Mmmmmm” it’s an almost question leaving your mouth as you switch it to a pulsing rhythm moving the toy in circular motion over your clit.

“If the mission goes well tomorrow. I’ll fuck your cunt all night long, you’ll wish to always be my fake wife on mission.” He gets off the bed & comes & stands to where your head is almost hanging off the bed. “No tonight..” he undoes his draw string of his running shorts “…tonight is all about that sparkling clean minty fresh mouth of yours…” the shorts & briefes are dropped down around his ankles. Your eye flutter & are a gasp as to how big & meaty his penis is. You almost drop your vibrator in excitement. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth so you can’t moan” & he gets in a stance & pulls your head over the edge of the bed.

“Dave, your your…”

“Take it like a good girl” your eyes are looking up at his cock balls & arsehole. He’s on his tip toes. That large hand stroke his cock a few times before he lowers himself on to the flats of his feet & guide the cock straight into your mouth & down the back of your throat. You gag instantly & this makes Dave moan. “Oooh baby, gagging will just make me go down your throat further.” He withdraws slightly but not all the way out of your mouth. He can see your hand has slowed down with the toy, but he can also see all the saliva coating his cock. This make shin twitch you can feel it in your mouth. He plunges his cock back into your mouth. “You gotta work for this too girl, don’t let me be the only one trying.” You take the hand that’s not pleasuring you & you grab his thigh & start to move & bob your head towards him as he bounces, gagging a lot. His hands are on your shoulders, & he closes his eyes each time you gag. But Dave wants to keep his eye on your cunt as well. You’re now at the max setting, he can feel the bed reverb a little. It’s exciting him. Your body is taking so much of him.

“Next time we do this we record it, I wish we could both properly see the way your body is twitching.” Dave groans. He’s so far down your throat, you’re wondering if you might not be able to cope for much longer. Your gagging & spluttering just keeps making him move harder & faster, & the more he does this the more your hand & the vibrator stimulate you.

“You’re so fucking good, best fake wife ever, taking my cock, letting me go almost balls deep, fucking yourself. Your girlfriend is so lucky” he’s almost growling his grip getting tighter on your shoulders. He’s gonna cum soon & so are your. The vibrator is at its most powerful & your hips are stuttering. You can’t moan or say a thing, your mouth full, so at your point of orgasm your long finger nails dig into his thigh. Dave yelps & withdraw slightly & you gasp for a small amount of air & your pleasure takes over. Your drop the sodden toy & your dripping hand from your arousal join the other hand on Dave’s other thigh to finish him off. As your come down 3 thrusts later he spills straight down your throat. Hot ropes of cum past your taste buds to start with as he’s gone past that point but eventually as he withdraws you can taste the tang of his cum. He did even give you a chance to spit, your mouth & throat are now coated, & he is now empty.

He sits down next to you nude on the bed so he can get his breath back & you kneel up rest your head on his shoulder.

“Good girl” he says gasping for his own breath as his hand goes to your clit to swipe up your own juices. You moan at his touch & then look as he licks those fingers clean.

“Good head” you reply & smirk & nip at his ear lobe, he turns to face you & smirks.

“I some how don’t think that is toothpaste” Dave jokes as he takes his thumb & trails it across your lips, getting the few splattering of his cum that escaped. He doesn’t need to ask you suck that thumb clean, you do it instinctively. He smacks you on the bum as a reward, before then getting dressed in his running gear agains, finally putting his shoes on this time.

“So what will you do while I’m out tonight?” Dave asks “after the way your body twitched, I doubt you’ll be giving yourself more pleasure” he says as he grabs his head phones.

“Depends” you say as you find your nightdress & slip it back on. You make sure to bend over when you pick it up, you’ve not put your knickers on yet. “I might face time my girlfriend, tell her about my deep undercover mission & how it’s going,” Dave smiles at that. You saying this puts you both in your place that this is a mission treat & wont be continued when you’re back Home. “But I do need to clean up first, my teeth need another clean”

“Maybe next time we go on a mission like this I’ll use your tooth paste” Dave chuckles.

“& get us into this situation again?” You respond as you head to the bathroom & turn on the light. His face drops before he here’s the hum of your electric tooth brush thinking that was the only time he’d have you ever. You then slowly pop your head around the corner & say just before he leaves “yea I’d be up for that”. The smirk behind your eyes has you both knowing that peppermint toothpaste will now both take you to naughty places that only exist when you are being a fake couple.

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18+ only please! Sexual content, blood, casual mentions of death, a wee cross over with my best friends newst obsession (can you spot it)

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“If someone would have told me my next-door neighbor was going to be a corporate vampire, I would have asked to see the lease again. Instead, and much to my chagrin, I get to wake up at three in the morning to you needing a shower because a dead body is in yours. Max, buddy, I feel like we’re stretching the limits here.”

Standing there clad in a bloodied white button up — that hung open to show lines of blood running down his torso to soak into his boxer briefs — was none other than Max fucking Phillips.

(Did he have to be that attractive even covered in blood looking like he walked out of a B-rated slasher film? Come on!)

There were bloodstains on the concrete.

“I’m not sure how I’m going to clean that up.” You frown.

Max waves a hand. “You’re thinking too far ahead. We’ll be okay, but for now, your shower?”

You considered not letting him in. Really, you did. Then he turned those dark eyes of his to you and all excuses why you wouldn’t let him in disappeared.

The worst part is you know it isn’t his power.

That’s just your reaction to Max.

You’d never tell him that, though.

“Fine.” You step back. “Go clean up, you’re congealing.”

Max shot you a sharp smile, moving past you, letting his chest brush against your arm in a move that was flirty, but all it did was annoy you at the smear of blood across your shirt.

You’ve known Max for years — in all the ways that count — and nearly every day somehow, someway, he ends up getting blood (or something else) all over your clothes.

“You owe me a new wardrobe.”

He gave you a toothy grin, then disappeared into the bathroom, the water starting up moments later.

Looking at the bloody footprints leading from the doorway to the bathroom, you wondered if staking him would be worth it.

Probably not.

It’s just your luck that the same regional sales manager that has taken over your company’s numbers is the same man who has lived next to you for the better half of a decade.

Who is a vampire.

Not to reiterate the obvious.

It’s also just your luck that said Vampire Regional Manager asked you for drinks one day when you both pulled in from work and then bent you over his very expensive — ridiculously comfortable — sofa, where he proceeded to ask if he could eat you and you learned that was literal.

With a heavy sigh, you need to remind yourself that all of this is real. Now you have to call Saul to come and get whatever conquest Max got a little too bitey with and clean up the man's mess.

Should make him do your dishes when he gets out of the shower.

Ugh, no, he never dries them right.

Your eyes flash to the clock above your television and roll your eyes. Jesus,it's three twenty-six in the morning.

You'd promised yourself after the shit show that was work today you would fill this weekend with sleeping in and relaxation.

Maybe you could still make it happen.

You eyed the bloody footprints again and frowned.

Never mind.

Sending a quick message to Saul, you got up to grab the cleaning supplies, ignoring the drop in your stomach at the idea of who the blood belongs to.

Most of the time, if it's at his apartment, it's a sex worker he picked up to strung out on drugs to realize they're being eaten — once again — in the literal sense. Now and then, it'd be a hookup who begged for him to bite them without understanding the implications.

One very memorable time it was a pizza guy who went to the wrong door.

You'd gotten a free pizza out of it, but the poor kid wasn't the same afterward.

Missing fingers and all.

"What are you doing?" You jumped at his voice, ignoring the smell of his body wash (seriously, why did you have a bottle of it in your shower) and the way water trailed down his thighs.

"I'm cleaning."

"Yeah," He crouched, "I can see that. Why, though?"

That earned him an eye roll. "Unlike you, Mr. Phillips, I take great pride in keeping a clean office and a clean home."

He moved into your line of sight, reaching for your hand. His fingers curled over yours, sliding between them, touching your palm and pulling it back to bring to his mouth.

Max licked an errant drop of blood from your fingertips, and you shivered.

"Saul's guys can handle it." He tugged you towards him, the towel around his waist stretching with the spread of his knees.

"Max-"

"Shh." He tipped your chin up, dark eyes flashing, his tongue brushing over his canines with a smirk, "You had a bad day today, and I certainly didn't help."

He pulled you up, crowding you against the kitchen wall before dipping his nose to the crook of your throat. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."

You huffed, "Was it my supple flesh and blood filled veins?"

"No," Max nips at your skin, making you squeak in response, "It's how wet you get when I do this."

His mouth latched onto your neck, nipping, biting, scraping his teeth over your collar and down, down, down until he could lift your shirt and kiss the swell of your stomach.

You closed your eyes. "Max, who did you kill?"

He hummed, untying your pajama bottoms, "Insignificant." He slipped them down your thighs, lifting your legs one at a time and bending to take them off.

"It's pretty significant since you've got blood all over my — holy shit — Max!" Your hand went to his hair as his nose pressed into you. He didn't have to breathe anymore, yet somehow his mouth still left heated air over you that had your knees shaking.

"That is something for Saul to worry about." He reached for your underwear, slipping his fingers under the band with a smirk aimed up at you.

Something about the quirk of his brow and the tip of his tongue pressing against his teeth made you pause.

"Maxwell -" He paused, "If I go to your apartment right now," He kissed your thigh, up towards your heat, then back down again, "Who will I find?"

He shrugged, "Does it matter?"

A thought crossed your mind — something abrupt.

Sandra Mayers.

You saw the way she walked past your office, her nose tipped up, the sneer she'd give you anytime Max came to your desk instead of hers.

You weren't sure if Max knew how much you despised her, which would mark her off the list -

Wait.

Oh shit.

Max came down to bring you lunch, or so he said, interrupting your paperwork and putting you behind — again.

Usually you could handle it, but today was not the day for you to watch your boss — neighbor — fuck buddy? — flirt his way through the promotional department until he found his next meal/lay.

Him coming straight to your desk after chatting with Dwight didn't help matters, either.

“Max, we’ve talked about this.” He held up his hands, stepping into your office anyway.

“Woah, I’m just here to check on a friend.” Yeah, because checking is all that happens

Max ‘checking’ meant the turnover rate was going to rise again this quarter.

You sighed, running a hand over your face in exasperation, “Every time you come to ‘check’ on a friend, someone dies.”

He laughed for a beat, then leaned against your doorway and tilted his head. “That’s an exaggeration. No one died last week.”

Behind him, Sandra Mayers walked past your office, turned to look at you, and mouthed the word ‘whore’ with great enunciation.

You frowned, “Max — I can’t do this today.”

Instead of him taking the hint and leaving, he peels off his jacket, his smile slipping from his lips, “I know that tone. That tone means something happened — what happened?”

His jacket hit your desk, and you held up a hand to stop him. “I’m serious. I’ll see you after work.”

He watched you for a beat, then lifted his hand for the jacket. It hit his palm in a blink, something you’ll never fucking get used to.

“Alright, I’ll leave you be.”

You smiled at him with something warm, something that made your eyes crinkle, and the dimple in his cheeks flashed in response.

He winked, “See you later, neighbor.”

When he turned, Sandra was still there, papers in her hand. The sneer she wore changed when Max focused his attention on her. You couldn’t hear what they said, but you saw his hand move to her waist and felt your blood burn.

When Max sent you one last look over his shoulder, you nearly snapped your pen in half.

“Max.” Your tone changed, your voice dropping low.

His tongue traces you through the underwear.

“Did you kill Sandra Mayer?”

You grip his hair and tug, causing Max to groan, long, drawn out, his eyes closing and the towel tenting across his lap.

“Yes.” He panted

“You killed her for me?”

Max was heaving, an unnecessary habit. “She was a bitch to you. Noone is a bitch to you.”

How could you not let him have his fill after that?