#this isn’t even about pedro anymore

[0celesteisthebest0]

AHH THE PAIN THE PAINNN(I’m being partially dramatic)

[avenging-fandoms]

You have a little fight with Pedrito before you leave for the Oscars. His agent doesn’t think it’s a good idea that you go together as a couple since not many people even know that you guys are dating. So you go separately, but when Pedro sees you on the champagne carpet he can’t help himself. Secret is out 😉

Pedro Pascal Masterlist 1

Pedro Pascal Masterlist 2

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“This is dumb, I’m going to be late because of you and I had more things to do to get ready” Pedro’s make up artist brushed powder off his face and Pedro rolled his eyes.

“I’m so sorry we all can’t be perfect, honey. Five minutes and we’ll leave” Pedro replied and you huffed, sitting on the couch.

“Actually, Y/N, your ride is here” you and Pedro look at Nicole, his agent, confused. “We feel it’s best for you two to arrive separately so the attention isn’t all on your relationship that no one knows about. There’s already speculations. If you want to keep it secret, you arrive separately”

You laugh and stand up, grabbing your clutch. “Well, at least I won’t be late anymore” your heels clicked against the ground as you walked out of his hotel room, heading down to the lobby.

On the way to the Oscars, you couldn’t help but think about the fight you had with Pedro. It felt like you were suffocating by keeping this relationship a secret, it was a year next month.

You wanted to bring it up, you wanted to say something, but it wasn’t the time or place. You wanted to tell him you were ready to tell everyone you two were together, but was he?

You wondered if his agent didn’t want him arriving with you so the attention was only on Pedro and she wanted headlines of his name instead of yours next to it.

Little too late for that.

You step out of the car and hand your clutch over, heading onto the carpet with a bright fake smile. You did your best to hide your nervousness and your anxiety as Pedro wasn’t next to you like he normally would be.

Pedro arrived about 5 minutes after you and as soon as his shoe hit the carpet, his eyes spotted you. It was this neat trick he had. Any room, any size crowd, he could always find you.

His insides burned. His mouth became dry as he stared at you looking serious on the champagne carpet, he couldn’t stop his feet from rushing over to you.

As you made your way down further your heard loud screams and the chant of your boyfriend’s name. You tried to ignore him, posing for different cameras and keeping your body turned from Pedro.

“Princesa, look at me” your body instantly turned to Pedro and he smiled, holding your hips as your hands held his biceps, the cameras happily clicking away with money signs in their eyes.

“I didn’t get to tell you before you ran out, but you look absolutely stunning” his lips kiss down your jaw and neck as his arms get tighter around your waist, dipping you a bit.

You giggle as your leg kicks back, arm around his neck with the cameramen egging you two on.

Pedro stood back up and you look at him with a smile. “What happened to keeping us a secret?”

“Fuck that, I was gonna wait until we hit a year but you look so gorgeous tonight I wanted to make sure people knew you were mine” you smile and Pedro kisses you quickly, wrapping his arms around you.

[beskarandblasters]

Under the Mistletoe

Mr. Ben (SNL) x Teacher!Reader

12 Days of Pedro Masterlist

Main Masterlist | Mr. Ben Masterlist

Author’s note: Thank you to @hellishjoel for including me in this cute lil celebration! Be sure to check out the 12 Days Of Pedro masterlist for all of the other fics!

Summary: You've had a crush on your coworker, Mr. Ben, for a long time. Tonight, at the Saint Lawrence staff Christmas party you decide to finally do something about it.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, F!reader, Ben is his first name, Morales is his last name (because he's Frankie's cousin, duh), drinking, dub con (because both Reader and Ben have consumed alcohol), fingering, oral sex (M and F receiving), vaginal sex, semi public sex, pull out method, praising, pet names, no use of y/n

It’s time for the annual Saint Lawrence High School staff Christmas party. Every year the Lawrence Committee (the group in charge of putting on events for the staff throughout the year) rents out a banquet hall the Friday night before Christmas break starts for all of the teachers and staff. You’d had a crush on one of your colleagues, Mr. Morales (really Mr. Ben because he’s one of those “cool” teachers who lets his kids call him by his first name). He’s been in a relationship with Miss Jenny, another teacher at Saint Lawrence, ever since you started but to your delight, they broke up in October. And you’ve just been waiting for the perfect moment to try and get closer to him. It’s hard when you and Ben have opposite free periods from each other and only see each other in passing throughout the day. But tonight you’re both going to be in the same room for once and there will be alcohol involved. You can’t wait.  

School gets out at two and the party starts at six. So you take the opportunity to go home and change into something more… festive; an emerald green colored dress, black heels, and a pair of mistletoe earrings. You finish the look with classic red lipstick before heading to the party around six, that way you won’t be the first one there but also not too late. 

When you pull into the parking lot you see Ben’s car, a dark blue Prius, and your tummy flutters in excitement. You take a deep breath and park, smoothing your dress down as you get out of the car. The dress you’re wearing reveals just enough cleavage and now you’re feeling a little self-conscious. You don’t show it, though. You hold your head high, confidently walking as you enter the party. Heads turn your way, and rightfully so, because you’re a fucking knockout. And if Ben doesn’t notice you tonight then there’s something wrong with him, not you. 

The Lawrence Committee went all out with this party. The place doesn’t even look like a regular banquet hall anymore, it looks like a winter wonderland. It makes you wonder where they got the budget for this stuff… But that’s a problem for another time. 

You head to the bar, ordering a vodka cranberry and sipping it as your eyes scan the room. And there he is, tucked away in a corner by himself, nursing a whiskey neat. God, he looks so handsome, wearing a white dress shirt and a green tie with Christmas lights that also lights up. He’s alone for now but he won’t be for long. You know for a fact that there’s a handful of teachers in the history department and the foreign language department that have the hots for him. If you want him, you have to act fast. You also notice that Miss Jenny isn’t here which makes what you’re about to do a lot easier for you.  

You order another vodka cranberry from the bar, finishing this one much quicker than the last. You need some liquid confidence if you’re going to make your move tonight. You set your glass down on the bar and head toward his direction, mentally hyping yourself up for the moves you’re about to pull. 

You swear his eyes light up when he sees you, so you turn on the charm, cocking your head to the side with a flirty, “Heyyy!”

“Having fun?” he smiles. 

“So far so good. You?”

“I’m not one for big parties like this.”

“I get that. Why did you come then?”

Yikes, that question was probably too personal. But Ben doesn’t mind, instead, his smile shifts into a smirk. 

“Wanted to see a special someone.”

Oh fuck. 

You glance to your left and see Miss Becker and Miss Marin, both history teachers, shooting daggers at you. The unwanted attention is making you anxious but also… fuck them. You deserve this. 

Before you can answer he glances up towards the ceiling, your eyes follow his gaze, and right above you so perfectly hung is a bundle of mistletoe. This can’t get any better for you. 

“Who might that special someone be?” you ask, both of you still looking at the mistletoe. 

He doesn’t answer, instead, one of his hands caresses the side of your face. Your eyes meet and before you know it, your lips collide. His kiss is warm and inviting, everything you dreamed it would be. You hear a disgruntled “ugh” from your right and you can only assume it’s Miss Becker or Miss Marin. You smirk into the kiss, knowing that you have something they can’t attain. 

He pulls away and your red lipstick is on his lips. He reads the amused expression on your face and his eyes glance down to your mouth. You can only assume your lipstick is smudged. Before you can even address it he’s kissing you again, this time setting his drink down at the table beside you and holding your face with both of his hands. The kiss grows needier, more passionate. All you can think about is how badly you want him and how badly you wish you were somewhere private right now. 

“Ben?” you whisper against his lips. 

“Hmm?” he hums, sneaking another kiss again. 

“Can we go somewhere-”

“Private?” he asks, finishing your sentence and pulling away to look at you. 

“Yeah… I just feel like there’s a lot of eyes on us.”

“Sweetheart, they can stare all they want but of course we can somewhere else if that’ll make you more comfortable,” he smiles, brushing his thumb across your cheek. 

He grabs your hand and leads you across the room. He’s so bold, proudly showcasing you as you weave around tables and walk through the dance floor. He stops in front of a single-stall bathroom, not even bothering to peer over his shoulder at who’s looking before opening the door and letting you inside. 

He locks the door and wastes no time pushing you up against the tiled wall and gluing his lips to your neck. He nips and sucks at the soft skin while one of his hands slides up your dress, hooking his fingers around your panties and sliding them off. You step out of them and he bends down to pick them up, marveling at the large patch of wetness on the lacy fabric. 

“So ready for me,” he teases. 

You whine in response, spreading your legs for him. He stands up and brings two fingers to his mouth, moistening them before returning his lips to your neck and one hand under your dress. He teases your entrance with his fingers, sliding your wetness around and teasing your clit. 

“Ben, please,” you whine. 

“Be a good girl and be patient,” he softly commands, returning to kiss and nip at your neck after. 

You whimper in response just as he slides one finger in, going painfully slow as he works your walls. It’s not enough, you need more and he knows that. But instead, he’s taking his time with you, moving his finger painstakingly slow inside you.

Just when you can’t take any more teasing, he pushes another finger in, eliciting a deep moan from you.

“You’ve been so patient, sweet girl,” he says, his two fingers working your walls. He brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles around it as he fingers you. You writhe against the wall, your knees barely able to hold you upright. 

“I bet you wanna cum so bad,” he teases.

“Please?” you whine.

“You’ve earned it. Soak my fingers,” he softly commands.

And you do, your walls fluttering around his fingers and your release soaking his hand down to his wrist. He pulls his hand away once you’re done bringing it in front of your face.

“Look at the mess you made,” he teases.

“Yeah, thanks to you,” you shoot back.

Before he can reply with another witty remark your hands are on his belt.

“What are you doing?” he asks, sounding flustered. 

“You don’t think I thought about this for so long?”

“R-Really?”

“Mhm,” you say, sinking to your knees. 

You unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, pulling his cock free from his boxers. You wrap your hand around the base and take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. He shudders in reaction to your touch, his hands caressing each side of your face as you suck him off. Your head bobs up and down as you keep your tongue flat on the underside of his cock. Your hand strokes the section you can’t fit in your mouth. 

But just as he’s about to cum he pulls himself out of your mouth and says, “Not so fast,” with a smirk.

You rise from the floor and he grabs your waist, spinning you around so you’re facing the sink. And now you’re looking at him in the mirror, reading the devious smirk on his face. He undoes his tie, taking it off and bending you over the sink. He takes the tie and ties it around your wrists, hiking your dress up. 

“How long have you been thinking about this?” he says, smirking at you in the reflection.

“Even longer,” you smile back just as he enters you.

He watches your face as it melts from a smile into an expression of pleasure, your mouth forming into a soft “O”. His hands grip your hips as he thrusts in and out of you, hitting a deeper angle with each thrust. The small bathroom is soon with the obscene noise of skin colliding with skin. Thank God for the music or else the whole party would be able to hear you. 

“So wet for me,” he purrs, his eyes glued to your face in the mirror.

“Mmm, all because of you,” you respond.

He’s bashful even when he’s fucking you stupid so you praise him further.

“And you’re so big.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. It feels so fucking good,” you say just as he slams into you on the last word, making your voice jump an octave, “Fuck, Ben. I’m gonna cum.”

“Let me feel it, sweet girl,” he says, his pace never faltering. 

With one final slam of his hips, you’re coming around him, your cunt pulsing around his cock. He holds on as long as he can, wanting to feel the entirety of your orgasm before pulling out and coming on your ass. He hurriedly grabs a few paper towels from the dispenser and cleans up his mess.

“Thanks,” you giggle.

“Anytime,” he smirks.

He unties his tie around your wrist, replaces it around his neck, and zips up his pants. You stand upright and smooth down your dress. He pulls you against him, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Do you think anyone noticed us gone?”

“Probably,” he chuckles.

“Fuck, should we leave separately?”

“Why?”

“What if they stare?”

“Let ‘em,” he says, kissing your cheek, your red lipstick still all over his mouth. 

He opens the door and grabs your hand. So you decide so what? Let ‘em stare. 

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics

Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs

[oonajaeadira]

i was rereading a GTTT chapter and Patricio has just been in my mind rent free, creeping in from daydreams in places i should not be daydreaming. So I’ve got a PATS question for you. How would Patricio and Reader navigate the issue of him being too drained sexually when Reader is needy?

Hello, lovely.

First of all, I want to apologize for the long hiatus I've taken on Pats and Pres. This ask--and many more--have been sitting in my inbox for far too long and I'd like to think that answering late is better than never. Thank you for your patience with me!!!

This is a very interesting question and it sparked some over-arching thoughts. I have half an answer for you here--from his point of view, and therefore the "drained" part of it. Pres may not seem too needy here, but look to the next installment for more on that.

Also, a non-apology here to everyone.

For so long I've made you believe that Patricio is confident, in control...or at least in denial about it when he's not. But he's growing. Changing. There may be more vulnerability here than you want and much less sexy times. Not everyone has a good day every day.

Kiss and Tell: Everyone's Allowed a Bad Day (GTTT PATS)

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. “Pedro Across the Street.” This is not RPF.)

As with all of my PATS installments, warnings abound for explicit content. (This one's much tamer than most.)

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It’s nights like these that he sometimes wished he smoked. He’ll pour himself a drink once the client wakes up and leaves, but he doesn’t want her to catch it on his breath.

Bourbon. Bath. Bed. Maybe something short and calm on streaming. There’s a new cowboy film just dropped by that Spanish director looks good. 

Leaning on the kitchen counter and staring out across the silent living room, he contemplates the novel you left on the coffee table. Wonders if you’re missing it.

It occurs to him that he could call you. He can do that now. He doesn’t need a reason anymore, but even if the reason is a rough day…actually, maybe that’s even more reason to call you. In fact, he really should ask you–

His phone vibrates on the countertop and he frowns. It’s your pattern and his heart races a little, not only because it’s you, but thinking he’s been lost in thought too long, that he’s missed the three-hour mark. But a flip of the phone shows him he’s got 20 minutes to go. 

Odd. It’s not like you to interrupt a session.

“Hey, muñeca, everything okay?” he mumbles, stepping barefoot out onto the front porch in nothing but his sweatpants.

Your voice sounds far away, “Oh shit,” before a riffling sound and then a clearer, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit dial. I didn’t know I did. I was going to call and then I saw the time…I know you’re in the middle of a session, oh loverboy I’m so sorry–”

Just the sound of your voice is an instant balm. “It’s okay, it’s okay, she’s sleeping. I was actually just thinking about calling you.”

“Oh, really?” There’s something there behind your fluster, hiding among the smile in your voice, something that he might not have noticed if you hadn’t said you meant to call.

“Something you wanted to call me about?”

There’s a sound in the background. An announcement. You’re in public. “Um, no, not really. I just had a lonely moment, that’s all.”

“Well that’s an ego boost. You wanna come spend the night?”

There’s a pause. Shocked, judging by your voice. “Really? On an appointment night?”

He scratches his head and focuses on his feet as he aimlessly paces the porch. “Sure. I mean, if like a quarter after ten isn’t too late for you to drive just to go to bed.”

“With the weather shifting and how warm you run? It’s never too late to say yes to a heated bed.”

He smiles. “Glad I can be of service.” There's silence from you and he cringes. “Shit. Not you– not– Was that a bad choice of word?”

“No. It’s just–”

“Hey. I want you here tonight. I wanna talk to you.” Another silence. He supposes that sounds ominous. It shouldn’t. “You know, here. Not…on a phone.” He’s still not good at this. 

“That sounds nice…. You, uh, need anything? I’m at the grocery store.”

“No. Just you.” It feels good to say. Right. It’s what’s needed to break what feels like an odd tension into a few comfortable, mutually smiling moments. “So. The grocery store. And you’re feeling lonely. At a grocery store.”

Your laughter--hushed but musical--is kept close to the phone. “Well I am standing in produce and they just got in some preeeeeetty nice looking eggplants.”

“Wow.”

Another laugh, less hushed, throatier. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’ll let you get back to your work. I assume you’ve got a sleeping beauty to wake up.”

Pulling the phone away from his face for a timecheck, he winces. “Yeah. I’ll see you in 20?”

“I’d say I can’t wait, but you know that I will.”

Wow. “I know and I…”Something sweet twists inside. “I know.”

After you hang up he stands a minute more on the porch in the dark. The leaves are almost all off the trees now, the crickets are gone. His feet are freezing and the skin on his torso is goosebumping; doing its best–and failing–to lift his fine hairs to shield him from the autumn chill. But it’s far from unpleasant and he finds that he’s awake for the sensation in a way he hasn’t been in a while.

He’s alive again in a way he hasn’t been in a while.

The last couple of months have been…nothing short of amazing.

He should tell you that. He should say it.

But he’s got to get to that point where…he accepts it. 

Not the relationship…the fact that there’s always a possibility it’s too good to be true, that he could lose it. He could lose you.

You’re handling everything so well, but for how long? How long until you make him choose?

Oh fuck, please don’t make me choose, preciosa, please.

The phone buzzes in his hand. Timer; no need to look, just thumbs the button to silence. On another night, he’d allow himself more time, let the client sleep while he mused. But he’s got a job to do. 

And someone special arriving soon.

So he packs these thoughts away and goes quietly inside to prepare.

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He’s just poured the detergent in the washing machine when he hears the door open. “Hey, I’m just cleaning up, gimme a second.”

Out in the entry, your shoes clatter on the floor and then your keys jingle on the kitchen counter and before he knows it you’re on him, topless and crowding him against the washing machine, kissing him like he’s just come back from war. It’s jarring but pleasant and full of hungry sighs…until there’s a ping in his calf muscle.

“Ooh, hey, Pres, hey hey, hang on.” Taking your face in his hands he calms, he whispers, he soothes you in order to soothe himself, but you catch on instantly, concern splashing over you.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

A kiss to the tip of your nose, to your smart little nose. “No, no, I’m a little sore; just had a difficult session–a difficult day, actually. And I haven’t showered yet. So don’t get yourself too worked up here. You don’t want me like this.”

He expects you to recoil from this, to find the sex with someone else still lingering on his skin. You don’t.

You simply run your hands over his sides, lean in to kiss his chin. “Of course I do. I want you like whatever you are.”

You’re backlit from the kitchen and there’s something like a soft halo around you, bringing a glow to the roll of your cheeks, the swipe of your lip. Tracing these with a finger and finding himself reflected in your eyes, he trusts you, accepts this, tries to see himself like you do. How are you so effortless?

There’s nothing but surrender when you rake your fingers through his beard and push yourself up onto tiptoe to press a warm kiss to his forehead. “But if you really feel that way, beautiful, let me run you a bath.” 

Everytime he opens his eyes and you’re there, it's like a small miracle.

“Come on,” you smile, taking his hand and guiding him to the stairs, “let me take care of you and you can tell me about your day.”

You’re perfect. He’s so grateful he picked up the phone tonight when he did.

________

“Mmmmm, that’s good.” The sigh comes up from his bottom wells, like a contented creature crawling out of hidden caverns within. The back of his head rests in your palm, warm water spilling over his scalp. Your hands whisper and calm and soothe. He spends so much time using his touch to bring relaxation to others that he’d all but forgotten that it could go the other way. And your touch–

“So there was some heavy lifting tonight, huh?” Your finger lightly wipes away an errant rivulet from the corner of his eye. “Ness, right?”

The ghost of irritation looms. “Mmm. She has a pretty severe tailbone injury. Didn’t tell me about it before she showed up. Lot of full-body lifting on the table just to get her in the right positions for stretch.”

“I see. You’ll feel it tomorrow. And sore tailbone means no actual sex tonight.”

“Oh no, we had some fun. She’s got weeks of recovery ahead of her and she needed some practice re-routing some natural orgasm responses to different muscle groups when she ejaculates.”

“Ejaculates? She…? Ohhh.” A loving hand begins to wander lightly over his chest. “I assumed. My bad.”

“Sorry. Should have been more clear. But yeah.”

“No need to apologize. I don’t know why I hadn’t just assumed that you…took all forms of payment.”

He peeks an eye open to catch your reaction as you reach over the side of the tub toward him and finds your warm, curious smile. “Not to disparage the vaginal anatomy, but sometimes it’s nice to have my dick handled by someone who has a lifetime experience with their own.”

“Noted. Fair.”

Closing his eyes and sinking into the warm bath of your care a lifetime goes by with your hands running over his skin.

“You’re very accommodating.”

A kiss lands on his temple. “Wait until you realize I’m terribly selfish and am in it for the rewards points.” When his smile fades, your hands slow. “That was a joke.”

“I know.” Sensing a shift in tone coming when he turns to you, you instinctively pull back, but he catches your hand in his, pulling it in to place a wet kiss to your knuckles. “Would you mind if I don’t want to have sex tonight?”

“Of course. That’s okay.” A half-smile. Are you covering disappointment?

“I’m more than happy to go down on you if you–”

But a shake of your head stops him. “No, it's fine. I can tell you’re tired. You said you had a hard day. Wanna tell me about it while we get you dried off and into bed?”

He feels like a child as he simply nods, allows you to help him up, succumbs to you as you care for him. It’s easy to do, to melt under your attention, to crack open and spill. He does his best not to control the spread as he generalizes a failed report at work, a difficult project he’s fallen behind on. By the time you’re sliding into the sheets and curling up next to him, he’s breaching the topic he’s been deciding and undeciding and deciding again to tell you about–that his mother called without warning.

“She wants to meet you.”

Your breathing stills in the darkness. “You told your mom about me.”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah, I..” you stutter, “I guess I didn’t… I’m flattered that you talk about me?”

There’s a pang of guilt that he’s let you believe you’re not important enough for him to tell the world that you’re in his life. But he sighs as you squeeze your arm around his middle. “You might feel differently if you met her.”

“Are you kidding? I’d love to meet your…is it just your mom?”

“And my father. I have an older brother but he lives in Australia. Doesn’t go home much.”

“Home issssSantiago?”

“Just outside of it. Rancagua.”

Another squeeze. Perhaps that was a lie; your arm around him and the brush of your lips on his shoulder feels like his true home now. 

“So this call was stressful because she wants to meet me. And you’re nervous?”

“The call was stressful because…I don’t…want her to meet you.” Your squeeze lightens a bit and he slides his grip over your arm in case you decide he’s awful and want to pull away. He knows he should let you go if you want to but– “I wanted to ask you, Pres…I’m sorry I don’t know if I can ask this much from you but–”

It almost breaks his heart when your arm slides through his hand, when your warmth leaves his side, when you abandon him…

But it’s only for the time it takes to hear the click of the bedside lamp, register the bright sting and spill of light, and you’re back beside him, leaning over him, turning his face to yours with one patient hand on his cheek. “What’s going on. I’ve never seen you like this.”

Shit. Get it together.

“You’re going to think I’m a fucking jerk–”

“Don’t tell me what you think I’m going to think, sir. Tell me what you need from me. Just say it.”

This leaves him with depleted gambling chips, raises the stakes. But you’re right. He has to be honest.

“The relationship I have with my family is…strained. That’s why I live here and not there. I see them somewhat regularly, but the holidays are when the whole family gets together–all the cousins–and it’s just a lot. There’s a lot that’s expected, a lot of judgements…it’s overwhelming. I can barely make it through myself, but having you there? Watching you be scrutinized on top of it when we’re just figuring this out? I just…no.”

“You know I won’t tell them–”

“It’s not that, fuck, it’s not that.” He surges in for a kiss, taking you in deep, willing you to understand him by osmosis; if only… “Every time I’ve gone down for the holidays it’s stressful enough…it’s…it’s bad enough that I’m away from my clients, but–”

“But under stress the itch gets worse. And you don’t have your outlet. And you’re not in control.”

Oh god, you see him. You see him and he’s so…fucking pathetic.

The last thing he expects is for you to pepper kisses along his mouth and chin, to dot a lingering one on his cheek before pulling him into your chest, to cradle him, breathe into his hair.

But it’s exactly what you do.

“What do you need, beautiful boy? Anything you want.”

He breathes. Sighs. Curses himself for doubting you, for assuming you wouldn’t surprise him. Allows you to hold the weight of his heart on your own without a spotter.

“I need to…not do the ‘meet the family’ thing this year. I just want you to myself for a while.”

A hum of sympathy, of bittersweetness, one that stakes his heart into the ground at your feet. “Oh Patricio. Is that all?” Your breast moves under his cheek as you lean over to turn off the light, your soft curves and soft scent and soft hum whispering to him, calming him, soothing him into you. “I’ll admit that I’m a little sad that I don’t get to show you off to my family, but I definitely see the appeal of a quiet holiday season, just us hiding away from the world together. You want me to yourself? Did you really think I would find that anything but absolutely wonderful?”

All at once, the strains of the day overtake him, the need to say more is gone and took his energy to do so right along with it. A whole lifetime of relief in just an hour. That’s your secret power. Always has been. He cannot think of words more meaningful than, “Thank you.”

Your fingertips begin their pattern of affection along his jaw, tattooing a spell of sleep through him. “This really means a lot to you, huh.” He’s too gone to get his voice to work and it seems you assume he’s fallen asleep. “Well you mean the world to me. You don’t even know, mister.”

It’s not worth the effort to drag himself from the downward pull of dreams to ask you to say more about that. Not when he knows you’ll be right here in the morning and he can ask you then.

Or say the same thing right back to you.

Maybe this time he’ll find a way to do that.

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[beatificwrites]

—VALENTINE ##

pairing: joel miller x gn!reader

a/n: here’s a SUPER late valentine!! first joel fic!! i love tlou and pedro

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

CONTENT: established relationship!!

PREMISE: joel’s never rlly celebrated valentine’s day, especially since the outbreak, but after some convincing, he’s willing to make the day special just for reader

The advent of February meant that the famous romantic holiday was coming up and you were ecstatic. Pre-outbreak, you spent a few valentines by yourself and when you didn’t, none were up to your standards, unfortunately.

Not that you were expecting a dozen of bouquets along with a box of chocolate covered strawberries or any other form of love bombing. During those relationships, all you wanted was a simple day for you and your partner to relax and share meaningful gifts that you’d keep forever.

You had yet to find a person that could mean that much to you or provide that for you.

Post-outbreak, you didn’t have the time nor the energy to find such a thing. You moved around with a few groups and made friends, but that was it.

Until you moved to Jackson last year and met Joel.

Joel gave you a reason to push forward and to keep fighting against the end of the world.

You two found it difficult to warm up to each other at first, but within a few runs, things changed drastically.

Beyond the grump exterior, you discovered a man that was actually caring and protective. He could be hilarious at times with the puns he shared, which, you later found out were all stolen from Ellie.

Your relationship quickly moved from run buddies to two people who couldn’t keep away from each other.

Ellie caught on and she would constantly poke fun at you both; saying you two should basically just do it already.

Joel would look away awkwardly and tell her to shut it, meanwhile you would laugh and scold her for being so crass.

Now, almost a year of being together, you were so ready to spend this special day with him. Even if he thought the idea was silly.

“Honey, I appreciate you everyday. All my days with you are special.” Joel reasoned as he took his boots off by the front door.

He had just come back from talking to Tommy and Maria about something and you were on the couch reading a book you had picked up on your last run.

“Well, that doesn’t mean Valentine’s gets a free pass.” you said back, looking up from your book.

You have been trying to convince him for the past two days.

“Who even celebrates that anymore?” he asked with his brows furrowed.

He made his way over to you and gave your head a kiss before sitting down across from you. Your legs were stretched out before, so he placed them both on his lap.

You scoffed and spoke with a matter-of-factly tone, “Um, hello, couples still do! And didn’t you hear the council’s getting together to decorate the town?”

All he gave you was a “really?” kind of look.

You proceeded with, “even if it’s not that big of a deal anymore, we could still celebrate us, you know?”

“I would think about it, but Tommy and I got a run tomorrow.” he gave a long sigh.

You tossed your book aside and scoffed again, “you’re kidding! For what?”

“The community’s low on medicine.” he quickly said.

“They can’t send anybody else? I don’t know, somebody who isn’t as old and tired as you to go?” you questioned, genuinely concerned.

“Excuse me?” he squinted, not liking you bringing up the fact that he’s old.

“Oh my gosh, you know I’m right. Plus, you and I both know you need a damn break! They can’t just take advantage of you.”

“I’m Maria’s in-law, I should help out a bit.” he stated.

“By a bit, do you mean a whole lot?” you fired back.

“I can take care of myself.” he affirmed as he raised his tone.

“Then, you would know that you should stay home!” you suddenly yelled.

He moved to get up and though a little upset, he gently pushed your legs off.

“I’m leaving at dawn and goin’ on that run, end of discussion.” he asserted before disappearing upstairs.

It was your turn to let out a long sigh. He’s so stubborn.

You knew he didn’t like admitting he was getting there, partially because it most certainly meant that he couldn’t do as much as before.

You found it amusing, to be honest. Sure, the pandemic allowed him to stay fit through the ages, but it was catching up to him. You worry.

You figured it would be best to leave him be for bit, until he was ready to rethink about leaving tomorrow.

You sat up and began to think of what to get him. Joel might not want to do anything, but that wasn’t going stop you from getting him a little something. Just a small token of your appreciation.

You picked up your book and continued to read until you felt so tired that you couldn’t process the words on the pages anymore.

You sluggishly went up the stairs and saw his figure knocked out on your shared bed.

“Stinky.” you teased, groggily as you realized he didn’t even wash up.

You did though, before heading to bed and falling asleep right next to him.

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You woke up as you heard the rooster sing. Your eyes were still shut as you patted the bed next to you to check for Joel. Not there, hmph.

Your eyes fluttered as they adjusted to the bright, morning sun. You stretched out and yawned before hopping out of bed and starting the day.

After brushing your teeth, you made your way downstairs and saw the yellow note Joel left on the coffee table.

‘be home before nightfall’ it read.

You tossed the note aside and got started on breakfast. Ellie always stopped by for a bite.

As you took out the necessary ingredients, you came up with a great idea. You’d stop by the wood shop later and ask Rose, the owner, if she could carve your initials onto a piece. Maybe try to make it heart shaped.

If you could find a piece of paper to write on, you would write him a cute love letter too. Yeah, you’ll do that.

Ellie barged in with a loud, “MORNING!”

You grinned, “good morning to you too, Ellie.”

“Where’s Joel?” she asked as she took a seat at the dining table.

“He’s out on duty with Tommy. He left early this morning.” you replied, turning the stove on.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” was all you said.

There was a pause before Ellie spoke, “Maria said they found a few romance movies they’d be playing in the theater tonight. Cat invited me, do you wanna come too?”

You stirred the egg yolk around a bit before saying, “No, I think I’ll just wait for Joel, if that’s alright with you.”

“Sure, whatever. Lovebirds.” she muttered under her breath.

“I can hear you just fine, you know...” you laughed as you reminded her.

“Yeah, yeah, just make my eggs!” she laughed back.

You shook your head and went back to your eggs. They cooked quick and you took out two plates.

You served her first then you. You almost sat down before taking out the fresh squeezed orange juice for you both.

“Cheers.” you two said as your glasses clinked together.

Ellie chowed down on her food as always and thanked you for yet another awesome meal before heading for the door.

You, of course, took your time to eat.

“Bye, kiddo!” you shouted from the table.

She was half way out door when she yelled back, “Later, skater!”

After finishing breakfast, you hurriedly got dressed and left for the wood shop.

You stepped outside and the breeze of the freezing air immediately hit your face. You wore your own puffer jacket and scarf, but you could still feel the coldness run up your arms. Winter in Wyoming was insane and long.

Again, in a hurried manner, you made your way to your dream destination. On your way, you smiled as you greeted the people walking by. You didn't think you'd ever get used to the abundance of people, living people, and the overall amount of life in such a big space.

How you even got here still shocked you.

You chuckled to yourself seeing the heart decor being put up. It would've made more sense to hang them up earlier in the week, but you guess it's staying for the remainder of the month.

You opened the door of the wood shop, and the bell rang as you did so. Thank, goodness there was a fireplace. You felt warmer already.

You looked around but didn't see Rose anywhere in sight. You guess she's off and her eldest son is in charge for the moment.

"Morning, Luke!" you greeted, nicely as always.

"Morning! What can I do for ya?" he greeted back, as always.

"Is there any way you could carve out a heart shaped piece of wood. Not a huge piece, but maybe about this big." you asked as you demonstrated with your hands.

"Ah, for you and good ol' Joel, I see." he smirked.

You rolled your eyes and nodded your head yes.

"I want our initials carved on the front and a few words burnt on the back."

Luke grabbed his notepad and had you write exactly what you wanted.

"You got one very special Valentine's gift comin' right up! Come back around 12." he assured you.

"Alright, thanks, Luke." you thanked him as you waved goodbye and exited the shop. Ah, back to cold.

You spent the rest of your day at your friends' houses, chatting about whatever nonsense. You picked up Joel's gift a little after noon and then went to the pub, to catch up with Maria on town gossip.

You noticed the sun was starting to set so you bid your farewells to her and Seth before leaving.

You had stolen paper from Ellie's room and were able to make that letter before reaching home and to your surprise, Joel was on the couch waiting for you.

You started taking your boots and cold wear off as you looked at him the entire time.

"Was expecting you to be home a bit later." you told him as you made your way to him.

"I said I would be back before nightfall." he simply said.

"Well, you usually come back when the moon's out." you said, plopping down next to him and giving his cheek a quick peck.

"Well, I stayed true to my note this time, I guess." he said as he gave you a soft smile.

You leaned your head to rest it on his broad shoulder. He moved in closer and caressed the side of your face with his thumb.

"Darlin', I wanna apologize for last night. That was stupid. You were just worried about me, that's all and I brushed you off." He confessed, trying to look you in the eye.

"It's fine, love. You're stubborn, per usual." you joked, but also meant it.

"To tell you the truth, I was really scared." he admitted.

You instantly moved your head to look at him. Worried something might have come up.

"Of what?"

"Honestly, the community was never low on supplies. I needed that excuse, so you'd let me go on the urgent trip Tommy and I been plannin'." he revealed as he turned to fully look at you.

You were a bit confused at first, not understanding why a trip would be so "urgent". Your face swiftly changed to absolute shock after Joel pulled out a beautiful, silver necklace with a locket and bracelet to match.

Your heart swelled right then and there. You couldn't believe it. All this time he spent telling you the holiday didn't matter anymore and here he was.

“Baby, you’re kidding!” you cried as you immediately went for a kiss.

All he could do was smile against your lips. He’s glad he could make you happy.

You wrapped your arms around him, wanting for him to know how much you appreciated him and how thoughtful he was.

“Here, let me put them on for ya. Aw, don’t tell me you’re crying?” he teased and you shook your head as you wiped a tear or two.

“I got you a gift thinking you wouldn’t do anything! And you get me this! Of course I’m crying.” you defended as you put out your arm so he could place the jewelry around your wrist.

You turned around and he put the necklace on for you as well.

“How long did it take to find these?” you asked, wanting full details on heartwarming trip your boyfriend took.

“A couple of hours. Tommy knew where to find the rundown store; that’s where he found his ring for Maria.” he told you.

“I borrowed some other things from the town too.” he continued, sheepishly.

You turned back around to face him once he was done and said, “Oh my goodness, like what?”

“I got a few discs from Maverick and Maria gave me a copy of ‘Dirty Dancing’ since I told her you like it so much.”

All you could do was pout at how cute he was. No way he got all that.

“You can’t be serious, hun.” you said as you laid against him.

He put his hand on your hip before saying, “even in this world, there ain’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you.”

You snuggled in closer after he said so, and he gave your head a kiss.

“Let’s go slowdance to Otis Redding and watch your movie.” he told you as he signaled for you to get up.

You giggled at him calling it “your” movie. You took out the wood-piece that was still in your coat and the letter.

You handed him the wood first, and watched as he admired it slowly. You knew he wasn’t one to show much emotion, but you could see it in his eyes.

He read your initials in the front and your sweet message on the back.

“Thank you, darlin’. I’m gonna hang this near our door.” He thanked you with that soft smile once again.

He was about to open the letter, but you stopped him.

“Read it later, I want our time together now.”

And with that, you two spent the night upstairs. First, slow dancing as promised to the ‘These Arms of Mine’ record that Joel borrowed and then movie time with him trying his best not to fall asleep for your sake.

He did read your letter later on and one moment led to another since you two could not keep off each other.

You were in his arms the entire night, just what you wanted. No person or personal issues to distract you from each other’s company.

He was indeed the perfect valentine.

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Wildest Dreams: Chapter 7

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 10

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.  

disclaimer: This is my first Pedro Pascal’s fictional work + the first fanfic I write in English, as it isn’t my first language. Unfortunately, I do not own Pedro and this is all a product of my imagination.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, eventual drinking and drugs, fem!reader, smut every once in a while, a little angst, protective pedro, panic attack (not detailed), just he being an angel mostly.

n/a: thanks for last chapter’s comments! they always put a smile on my face :D

word count: 1,751

After the extra days off in Berlin, life back at the movie set was not your cup of tea. New director, new schedule, new dynamics. You weren’t able to spend as much time alone with Pedro anymore, because they were redoing a big part of the movie and keeping the same end date for the shootings — that meant no more night sneakouts for both of you, not on working days at least. You still texted all the time and kept staring at each other every time you were in the same room, but you just missed how things were at the beginning, especially with this sparkle happening between you two. You eagerly waited for your off day announcement, hoping it would match Pedro’s for the first time in almost a month. When you got the paper, it upset you. Later, on the same day, you asked Pedro to come over to your cabin for a little, which he happily did.

You could see how tired he was, 3 months into the shooting. This was an ungrateful industry, for sure. You were tired yourself, being just an assistant. You hugged him once the door was closed.

“I’ve missed you so much, mi princesa”, he whispered in your ear. “This filming schedule will end up killing all of us.”

“Yeah, I’m not looking forward to the final month, we are so behind…” You couldn’t help but worry about all the extra hours to come, but you didn’t want to spend your time with him talking about work. “I was wondering, I will have the day after tomorrow off. I saw you don’t, but maybe you could ask for it?”

“I can try”, he said, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “There’s something I’ve meaning to tell you about.”

Your anxious ass was already nervous. You stared at him, waiting.

“Donna asked me about the nature of our relationship”, a little pout on his face. “I didn’t give her an answer, but I guess people have been gossiping about it.”

“We don’t even get to spend that much time together anymore”, you felt upset. “That’s just so fucking unfair.”

He held you closer into his chest, giving you a little kiss on the top of your head.

“You’re the only thing keeping me sane, sweetheart”, Pedro promised, as you got caught up on hearing his heart pumping hard inside his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“It isn’t your fault, P”, you said softly. “That’s the one thing you can’t protect me from, I guess.”

Pedro breathed out strongly, feeling frustrated.

“I just wish we could come clean”, he confessed. “I feel hiding it just makes it look worse for us, and I really don’t think we’re doing anything wrong.”

“People already give me these dirty, judgy looks only being suspicious of it”, you replied. “Picture if we come out, my life here would turn into hell and probably none of these people would put out a good word about me for a next gig.”

“I hate how they choose to pick on you, not me”, Pedro touches your arm with affection. “What do you want to do?”

“It would be lovely if we got the same day off, as a start.” You loved how he was always asking your opinion. “Maybe we could go back to that pub in Berlin, just get out of this place for a bit.”

“I will make sure it happens, promise”, he showed you his pinky. You smiled and took it, kissing him briefly on the lips — there’s no time or energy for more than that.

The next day, you get early to the common area and, before you get to say anything to let them know you were there, you hear Pedro and Donna mentioning your name. It looked like they were having an argument.

“This will fuck your career up if you don’t drop it”, she said, getting an angry look from him. “I did everything you asked: Dave’s out, I kept her on the crew and I will recommend her to future jobs, but that’s what you’re getting from me.”

“You’re talking like she was a kid or something”, Pedro argued with a frustrated tone.

“You know it’s fucking wrong, otherwise you wouldn’t have kept it as a secret until now”, Donna told him, making you fell incredible bad. You should make a sound or something, but it felt like it was too late. “A scandal like this can ruin the whole movie campaign, the award season, every single thing is on the line here. For what? A twenty-something old pussy? Please.”

“I won’t ask you again to watch your fucking mouth when you talk about her”, he was controlling himself, the tension on his body showing.

“You can have your fucking day off Pedro”, she shaked her shoulders. “I wash my hands, but if this backlashes against the project or the studio, I might not be able to do anything about you, but she is fucked.”

“Don’t you fucking dare”, he warned her.

“You heard me and you better make sure she knows what she is getting into”, Donna didn’t seem intimidated. “That’s if you’re even keeping her after we’re done here.”

Pedro didn’t reply and she went away to the opposite direction, her last statement still floating in the air. Fuck, that didn’t look good. You didn’t want him to know you just heard all of that, so you quietly sneaked back to your cabin. That conversation was everything you were able to think about during the day, as you did your best to avoid being with both of them. Later, Pedro texted you to come over with your bag packed for the day away. Once you got there, he greeted you with a tired smile and occupied himself with packing his own luggage.

“I heard you and Donna today”, you confessed. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before.”

Pedro looked at you, a worried look in his eyes.

“Which part?” He asked, using his hand to invite you to sit on his bed with him.

“The last one”, you frowned. “Was she right?”

“About what?”

“You don’t keeping me after.”

He breathed out slowly, running his hands on his face.

“I don’t know what life will bring, sweetheart”, he started, but your heart was already racing. That’s definitely not what you wanted to hear. “Of course I care about you, but I told you before, I can’t make long term promises right now.”

It just broke you a little bit — at least, he is being honest, you thought. But it didn’t help the sinking feeling you felt inside.

“Thanks for making things clear”, you whispered, doing your best to hold back the tears. “We should get going… Let’s enjoy the month we have left.”

“Baby girl—”

“It’s fine, Pedro”, you didn’t let him finish. “Let’s just go.”

So you two did. The drive to Berlin was absolute silence and, once you got there, you went straight to the same pub/night club from the first time you went out together. Pedro’s friends were waiting for you there, but your mind just wasn’t in it. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but that wasn’t it. You felt heartbroken to the point you couldn’t pretend everything was fine and just be around him, so you decided to sit at the bar by yourself. He didn’t come after you at first, and when he did, you were already kind of drunk, full of all these feelings.

“You okay?” He asked, getting on the seat by your side. “I hope you got what I meant—”

“Do you do it in every project?” You interrupted him, popping the question that was killing you. “Am I just a thing for this one, and next one is another girl?”

“I wouldn’t— Y/N, I never meant that”, he looked worried that you were thinking that about him. “Please, don’t even go there, it’s nonsense.”

You nodded, unsatisfied but unable to start a proper argument.

“If you aren’t having a good time, I would rather just get a hotel room and spend our free time together”, Pedro said after a few minutes in silence.

You didn’t reply, you only stood up and shaked your head at the exit’s direction. He guided you, holding your hand. He opened the door for you and you didn’t expect the flashes and yelling. Scared, you almost stumbled on your own feet, but Pedro held your arm, side-hugging you and using his jacket to protect your face from the paparazzi. You felt a panic attack coming, feeling unable to move. Pedro held you even closer, doing his best to protect you.

"Who is she?” A pap screamed.

“Pose for a pic, Pedro!” Another one did the same.

“Please you guys, give us space”, Pedro asked politely, he could barely see where he was going, the strong flashing lights taking his sight away.

“New GF, Pepe?” They kept trying to get a good picture of both of you. “Let me see her cute face. C'mon, man!”

“Fuck off, asshole”, Pedro pushed his way through the group, getting you inside the car and telling the driver to go. “What the fuck just happened?”

You still couldn’t move, your eyes hurting from the lights and your dizziness wasn’t helping. Pedro held your hand tight and kissed your cheek.

“You okay, baby, I got you”, he promised. 

Your breath was irregular and you hid your face against his chest.

“I’m so, so sorry— I don’t even know’, he touched your hair nicely. “Try to focus on your breath, sweetheart. You’re safe, you’re with me.”

You did as he asked, trying to pay attention to his beating heart, as it always brought you confort. He reached for a water bottle and gave it to you. You slipped a little bit, being able to regain control of your breathing. Your whole body still shaking.

“Fuck”, he whispered, running his hand thought his hair. “It’s okay, we’re okay.”

“What the hell was that?” You spoke with a weak voice, still regulating yourself.

“Fucking paps, I don’t know—” he tried to explain, but you could see they caught him off guard as well. “Let’s get you to bed, I’m gonna call my agent. It will be fine.”

He did as he promised. He helped you undress and change into your pajamas. You brushed your teeth under his careful look and he tucked you into bed, giving you a long kiss on your forehead.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- Pedro Pascal x F!Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 --- Fluff, smut and slight angst ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 --- RPF ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 --- 18+, smut, Reader is in her 20s, Pedro is his current age, fingering, miscommunication, Pedro being the best bf ever, ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 --- After pushing Pedro away because of your insecurities, Pedro thinks it’s because of him, so when he finally confronts you about it, he realize that things are much more complicated and that it isn’t because of him but because of yourself and your thoughts. So Pedro shows you just how much he loves you and how perfect you truly are.

“HONEY DO YOU NEED SOMETHING FROM THE STORE?” Asked Pedro while he got ready to buy some groceries for the weekend.

You shake your head softly while not looking up from the book you were currently reading.

This caused Pedro to frown. You were acting differently these past couple of weeks. At first Pedro didn’t think much of it, but now that a whole month had passed and you still acted weird, got Pedro a little insecure.

What if you didn’t want him anymore? You have been avoiding him for a whole month! Did he do anything wrong? Did you not love him anymore?

“Cariño are you okay?” Asked Pedro softly while walking over to the couch you were sitting on.

“Y-yeah i’m fine. Just a bit tired.” You say while forcing a smile. Pedro noticed it and sighed deeply while looking down.

You didn’t want him anymore.

Or at least that’s what Pedro thought. He was quick to push that thought away though as he placed a small kiss on your cheek before heading for the door.

“I’ll be back in an hour!” Pedro calls while looking at you, hoping you would say something. Maybe something like ‘i love you’ But unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

“Okay see you later.” You said while not even looking up from your book.

Pedro’s heart absolutely broke. There used to be times you would run towards him, begging him not to leave because you needed to feel his presence around you. Unfortunately those times were over.

Pedro swallowed a deep lump in his throat before leaving the apartment, thinking you didn’t want him anymore.

—

“Hey dude what are you doing here?” Smiled Oscar surprised as he opened his front door to see a rather sad looking Pedro in front him.

After Pedro went grocery shopping, he decided he needed to talk to a friend, to his best friend. Maybe he knew what to do. So here he was, standing in front of Oscar’s house with two grocery bags in his hands. He probably looked a bit pathetic.

“Can we talk?” Pedro asked quietly while looking down. Oscar frowned a little but quickly nodded and stepped aside, motioning for Pedro to come in.

“Everything okay dude?” Asked Oscar while suspiciously eying Pedro. “I don’t think so.” Sighed Pedro as he walked into the living room of Oscar’s home.

“Elvira and the kids are out for today, here sit down on the couch while i grab us some beers.” Oscar smiled softly while heading for the kitchen. Pedro nodded and walked over to the couch.

“Here you go mate.” Oscar smiled as he handed Pedro a bottle of beer before joining him on the couch.

“So what’s up? Is everything okay with (y/n)?” Asked Oscar while taking a sip of his beer.

Pedro shrugged before also taking a sip. “I don’t think she loves me anymore.” He spoke quietly.

Oscar furrowed his eyebrows while looking at Pedro. “Why do you think that?” Oscar knew that you and Pedro were the most perfect couple to exist.

It was true. Your humor matched perfectly with his, you two had the same way of thinking, the same way of doing things, the same way of talking, hell even your interests matched perfectly with Pedro’s. The two of you were perfect together.

So yes, it was kind of a shocker for Pedro to say you didn’t love him anymore.

“She’s been distant lately. Doesn’t talk to me, doesn’t look at me, doesn’t kiss me anymore. I think she just want to end things between us, but she’s probably scared to do so.” Pedro sighed while looking down at his feet.

Oscar chewed in his bottom lip while thinking about the whole situation. This didn’t sound like something you would do. Multiple times you’ve told Oscar how lucky you are to have Pedro as your boyfriend. So why would you act so distant now?

“Have you asked her about it?” Asked Oscar after a moment of silence. Pedro shook his head.

“Not yet. I don’t want to.” Pedro answered quietly. “Why?” Oscar asked while looking at his best friend.

“Because i’m scared.” Pedro almost choked out. He was on the very edge of crying and Oscar saw it.

Oscar placed a comforting hand on Pedro’s back while leaning closer to him. “You should ask her about it. I don’t think she doesn’t love you anymore dude. Maybe she’s just scared.” Oscar shrugged.

“Scared of what?” Asked Pedro while looking at Oscar. “I don’t know, ask her. I’m sure things aren’t as bad as you think they are.” Oscar smiled softly.

“Just talk to her okay?” Said Oscar while patting Pedro’s back.

“Okay.”

—

“Honey, I'm home.” Pedro called sweetly as he entered your shared apartment. He placed the grocery bags on the kitchen counter before entering the living room.

He thought he would find you on the couch, but you weren’t there.

“Honey?” Called Pedro again, getting slightly anxious as he started checking every room in hopes to find you.

“(Y/n) where are you?!” Asked Pedro while starting to get panicked. He checked every room in the apartment and there was no sign of you.

Had you really left him?

Pedro groaned in frustration while walking back to the living room. He grabbed his phone and immediately went to your contact. Just when he was about to call you, he heard a broken sob coming from the balcony. The only place he didn’t search.

“(Y/n) are you there?” Asked Pedro as he quickly made his way towards the balcony.

When he set foot onto the balcony, he released a deep sigh he didn’t even know he was holding, because in front of him, was you.

You were sitting on a small couch with three blankets thrown over you while staring into the darkness of the night while you were crying.

“Please talk to me darling. Please.” Pedro sighed while sitting down next to you. He gently wiped away your fallen tears and softly turned your head towards his.

“What is bothering you? Is it me? Did i do something wrong? Please talk to me cariño.” Pedro sighed while taking your face in his hands.

You slowly shook your head while looking Pedro in the eyes. “You did nothing wrong.” Your almost whispered.

“Then what is it? Tell me.” Pedro said while stroking your cheeks.

“I’m just scared.” You sighed while looking down. “Scared of what?” Asked Pedro curiously while letting go of your face. Instead he reached for your hands and gave them a comforting squeeze to let you know it was okay.

“Scared of losing you.” You barely managed to croak out. Pedro’s eyes widened as he tried to take in what you had just said.

“You are scared of losing me?” He asked quietly. You nodded.

“I’m just scared that one day you will find someone else, someone who’s closer to your age and who knows how a relationship works. Maybe she’s an actress. And maybe your fans will actually love her. I’m sure they will love her more than they do with me.” You chuckled sadly while wiping away your tears.

Pedro didn’t know what to say. So all this time you had been pulling away from him was because you were insecure?

“Oh darling.” Sighed Pedro as he pulled you into his side, comfortingly stroking your back as a way to soothe you.

“I’m just scared that i’m not good enough for you.” You sobbed into his chest. Pedro sighed while hugging you closer.

“Darling, you are everything for me. You are more than enough.” Chuckled Pedro while taking your face in his hands so he could look at you.

“I love you (y/n). I love you so much, you have no idea.” Smiled Pedro while looking at you.

“And i don’t care that you’re younger, or that you’ve never been in a relationship before, or that you’re not an actress.” Laughed Pedro.

“Darling, you are perfect. Literally perfect!” Smiled Pedro while pressing his forehead against yours.

“I love you sweetheart. So fucking much. I would do anything for you, literally anything.” Whispered Pedro before kissing you softly.

You immediately kissed back while wrapping your arms around his neck. Pedro placed his hands on your hips and lifted you into his lap so you were straddling his thighs.

“I love you too Pedro.” You smiled shyly while pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath.

Pedro smiled while caressing your sides. God you were so perfect. So beautiful, so kind, so pretty, so sweet. Pedro was one very lucky man to have you all to himself.

“I need you Pedro.” You whispered while looking into his beautiful eyes. “Now?” Asked Pedro with a slight chuckle.

You nodded. “I just want to feel you.” Pedro couldn’t help but smile while lifting you up into his arms.

He carried you back inside and to your shared bedroom. Once you entered the room, Pedro gently placed you onto the bed while he climbed on top of you.

“So beautiful.” Smiled Pedro before kissing you again. “Let me show you just how perfect you truly are okay?” Said Pedro softly while reaching for the ends of your hoodie. 

You gave him a small nod and watched how Pedro took off your hoodie. “Shit no bra huh.” Groaned Pedro as he stared at your bare breasts. “I didn’t feel like wearing one tonight.” You shyly told him.

“Perfect.” Smiled  Pedro before leaning down to place soft kisses on your breasts which caused you to moan slightly. 

“Pedro…” You sighed while running one of your hands through his hair. “What is it Cariño?” Smirked Pedro while taking one of your nipples in his mouth. 

You arched your back while your mouth fell open from the pleasure Pedro was giving you. God he was always so good to you.

“M-more.” You whimpered while tugging on Pedro’s hair. “You need more sweetheart?” Smiled Pedro while letting go of your nipple so he could look at you. 

“Yes i need more, please.” You sighed softly. Pedro chuckled and reached for the shorts you were wearing. “Can i take this off then?” Asked Pedro kindly while looking straight into your eyes.

“Yes.” You answered while lifting your ass, so Pedro could take off your shorts. Which is exactly what he did. 

he took off your shorts, leaving you in nothing but your black lace panties. “Look at you.” Smiled Pedro while gently tracing the insides of your thighs, sending shivers down your spine.

“So beautiful.” Whispered Pedro while kissing the skin of your thighs. “Keep going.” You whimpered while your head fell back on the pillows.

“I will, don’t worry Cariño.” Smiled Pedro before placing a kiss on your clothed pussy, making you moan.

“Pedro please…I need more.” You moaned quietly while looking down at Pedro. “I know darling. Be patient.” Smiled Pedro while moving your panties to the side, exposing your bare pussy to him.

“Look at that.” Chuckled Pedro while sliding two of his fingers through your pussy. “Already so wet.” Pedro smiled proudly before bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking your wetness off his fingers.

“You taste absolutely delicious, baby.” Pedro praised while looking down at you. “Do you want my fingers or my cock inside of you?” Asked Pedro while leaning down to kiss your thighs again.

“F-fingers.” You whimpered while spreading your legs for Pedro. “On it.” Smiled Pedro before slipping two of his fingers in your wet cunt, making you gasp.

“Fuck Pedro!” You gasped while you automatically bucked your hips. “How does that feel Cariño?” Asked Pedro with a slight smirk while slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

“S-so good.” You moaned while trying to ride his fingers. “Good girl.” Praised Pedro while leaning forward so he could kiss you while he fucked you with his fingers.

“You deserve this. All of this.” Smiled Pedro as he pushed his fingers deeper into you, hitting your G-spot which caused you to moan.

“Fuck Pedro!” You moaned while arching your back. Pedro chuckled while kissing along your jawline. “Are you gonna come for me darling?” Whispered Pedro in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes! fuck yes.” You sighed softly while Pedro kept hitting your G-spot with his thick fingers. “Go on then, come on my fingers. I know you can do it.” Smiled Pedro while rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Fuck i’m gonna come!” You moaned while bucking your hips. Pedro was quick to shut you up by kissing you while you climaxed  all over his hand. “Fuck!” You moaned while throwing your head back.

Pedro chuckled at you while he helped you with riding out your orgasm. “How was that huh?” Asked Pedro as he pulled his fingers out of your pussy.

“So good.” You sighed softly while looking at Pedro. “I’m glad. You deserved it darling.” Smiled Pedro before kissing you.

“I love you Pedro.” You smiled while wrapping your arms around his neck. “And i love you.” Pedro smiled before pulling you into his chest. “You deserve the whole world darling. Don’t ever say or think that you’re not good enough for me okay?” Asked Pedro while raising one of his eyebrows.

“Okay.” You smiled softly while burying your face in the crook of his neck. “And if there is something bothering you, tell me immediately, okay? Because i’m sure that whatever it is, we can work through it. Okay?” Pedro said while playing with your hair.

“I promise Pedro.” You smiled while closing your eyes. “Okay good. Now go to sleep, you need to rest.” Chuckled Pedro before kissing you on your forehead.

“Good night Pedro.” 

“Good night Sweetie.”

(A/N): I want to be Pedro’s girlfriend so bad😭

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UPDATE! New deadline: 20 August (Sunday)

PedroStories 1000 followers celebration

PedroStories hit 1000 followers in May, around the same time the blog had its 2nd birthday, so we decided to celebrate it with the fandom’s writers and readers!

We prepared with a few general quotes, other quotes from Pedro and his characters and with some fanfiction tropes. You don’t have to stick to the character whose quote you choose – actually, we encourage you to mix and match any of them as creatively as you want! The celebration starts today and lasts until 20 August!

Please read the rules carefully, then you will find the list of prompts under the cut.

Rules

We welcome pairings with readers/characters of any gender, non-romantic pairings or even fics with no pairings. 💚 The rating can be anything from general to explicit.

Choose at least one quote from any of the quotes lists (you can use more prompts in one fic) and choose at least one trope. You can write as many fics as you want using these prompts!

It’s not necessary to let us know what prompts you’ve chosen! Just let your creativity flow - this challenge is completely open!

Please mention in your post that your work is for @pedrostories’ celebration and use the special tag #pedrostories1k, just so we can track and queue every single entry.

Please post your work until 20 August – we will track the special tag until that day, and in a few days we create a masterlist of all the fanfictions. You can keep using the list later and we will queue them as usual if you tag the blog, but we won’t track the special tag anymore and won’t update the event’s masterlist.

Please make sure you use tags and warnings properly – we take tagging stories seriously to help our followers find the story that caters to their needs and avoid those they don’t want to see on their feed - If there’s character/trope/dynamic/etc. you would like to avoid, you can easily blacklist tags on tumblr, you can find a tutorial about it here! 

Please remember that even though this list has quotes from Pedro, we don’t reblog real person fics (aka fics about Pedro himself)– this blog is for fanfiction written for characters played by him.

Following the blog in order to participate in the game is not mandatory, but it’s very much welcomed! 🤗

Send us an ask if you have any questions – we will use the tag #pedrostories1k questions so you can check previously answered asks about the event.

Signal boosts about this event are appreciated!

Have fun! 🌻

List of prompts below the cut!

List of prompts

Quotes

General Dialogue Prompt List: 

“The price of my affection is high.” 

“You pushed me off the bed!” - “I’m sorry?”

“I got shot and I’m fine! Relax, would you?” 

“If I (…) will you behave for me?” – „Only if you kiss me first.”

 “I can’t believe I ever thought you were different.”

“You’re not going to believe this” 

“Not again”

“Run!”

 “Do you trust me?” 

“Please, just listen to me!” 

“You’ve lost.”

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I hate that I can’t seem to live without you!” 

“Oh, don’t be modest, just kiss me.” 

“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes sparkle in sunlight?” 

“You can’t go until I tell you” 

 “Do I really have a choice?” 

“You’re the reason I wake up every morning.”

 “I hate you.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me right now.” 

“You wanna go save the world?” 

“I don’t think that’s exactly what I had in mind.” 

“‘Sorry’ just isn’t going to cut it anymore.” 

“Come back in five more minutes”

Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe Quotes: 

Pedro Pascal quotes:

“I’m not short”

“But bad guys are more fun!”

“Smack me, I deserve it” 

“That bad?”

“I really need to stop eating the sticker on the tomato”

“I’m sitting in the dark. I like it.”

"You naughty dog.”

“That me. Working on the buns.”

“But those were MY CRISPS!”

“I’m going straight for that bottom.”

“Somebody gimme a hug.”

“If you're freaky you're hot, if you're hot you're freaky.”

Dieter Bravo quotes: 

“I’m trying to care, but it’s hard.”

“We’re fucked” 

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” 

“This is creepy, but I like it”

“I’m not giving this up!”

“Hold my hair!”

Javi Gutierrez quotes: 

“I fucking told you” 

“Honestly, I’m too nervous” 

“I think I need to go to bed” 

“Whether you like it or not, you have a gift.”

"Sometimes circumstances get in the way of love. That's just the way it is."

“We need to open our minds to the infinite possibilities of what the cosmos has to offer."

Din Djarin quotes: 

“I know everything that’s in there”

“This is a pile of junk”

“I’m not leaving my fate up to chance.”

“Your song is not yet written. I serve you until it is.”

“Take it off.  Or I will.”

“I like those odds.”

Javier Peña quotes:

 “You're breaking my fucking heart, baby.”

“Sleep with a communist? That would be downright un-American.”

“Things don’t always go according to plan.”

“I got a better idea.”

“Fuck this!”

“Well, what have we here?”

Dave York quotes:

“ There is no sin. No virtue.”

“Who did this?”

“There’s no coming back from this.”

“You do what you have to do and you move on.”

“It’s who we were. It’s what we did.”

“You shouldn't start a war with us.”

Jack Daniels quotes:

“Whoo. I feel like a tornado in a trailer park.”

“What are we doin’?”

“Looks like we’re hookin’ up with a chick at a rock concert.”

“It's a lasso.”

“How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?”

“Now, is that any way to welcome a visitor from out of town, moonshine?”

Pero Tovar quotes:

“Maybe you can fool them, but I know what you are.”

“The time before that I saved your life!”

“You can never undo things you have done.”

“Is that the best you've got?”

“I want to eat.”

“Have you lost your mind?”

Frankie Morales quotes:

“Alright baby, alright baby. Come on now.”

“This is not what I signed up for.”

“What the fuck we’re gonna do with that thing?”

“Move. Move!”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“It's not a big deal. Actually, it's a big deal.”

Fanfic Tropes

AU fic 

Forced Proximity

Time Travel 

Roadtrip

One Bed

Second chance romance

Friends to Lovers 

Enemies to Lovers 

Fake dating

Redemption

Forbidden love (legal)

Hurt/Comfort

Soulmates 

Secret identity/billionaire/royal

Blind Date 

Platonic Relationship 

Body Swap

Love Triangle

5 times this and 1 time that

Opposites attract

[pascalscoffin]

Away From The Devil pt. X

Full Pedro Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Please dont hate me if this is short

Pt. XI

Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. I just don’t want kiddos here. Reader is around 24, Joel is 56. Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Cursing. Joel being lowkey a meanie. Ellie calling Joel an asshole. Reader is a little depresso. Tommy calling Joel a dumbass. Horny old ladies thirsting after Joel. A couple uses of y/n. Readers a little agro

Yes hello I have returned thank you for sticking around I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy🥹

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The next week went like that, one of you going to the bedroom but the other ending up there with them. You’d lay there together, sometimes just looking at eachother, sometimes talking about whatever had bothered the other enough they had to come to the bedroom. Usually it was nightmares, and Joel would mutter something about his back bothering him, but his eyes would glance around, glossing over as he avoided looking at you. You wouldn’t push, he never wanted to talk about it.

Every morning, regardless of who’d ventured into the room the night before, Joel’s side of the bed would be cold and empty by the time you woke up, Joel would be in the kitchen drinking coffee or talking to Ellie. The last couple days, though, Joel hadn’t been in the house when you got up, the bed would be cold and Ellie would usually be alone in the living room or kitchen until you pulled yourself out of bed.

You never asked him why he kept leaving, why he was distant during the day, but not at night when you were alone. To call it up upsetting would be… a gross understatement. You couldn’t describe the dejected feeling you got every morning when you woke up to an empty bed, despite knowing when you went to sleep that he wouldn’t be there when you woke up.

And Maria, Maria still wasn’t letting you go out of Jackson, Joel was going on patrols with Tommy, Ellie was making friends her own age even if she was trying to spend time with you still, and you were stuck inside, catering to whatever Maria wanted. Whenever you asked her why, she’d say something about needing you more inside than she needed you outside but it felt like she was hiding something.

You’d considered cornering her, or cornering Joel, getting answers as to what the hell was going on, why Maria wouldn’t let you go out or why Joel had started acting the way he was acting. But as soon as you’d start to say something you’d chicken out and say something else.

Joel was off with Tommy, you guessed patrol but couldn’t really find a part of you that cared, just as long as you didn’t have to be around him, moved around and talked around like a ghost. It was like when you’d first joined them all over again, but with less puns or no Ellie at all if she was hanging out with Dina. You were happy she was making friends, even if your own loneliness made it difficult.

You were helping do laundry, which was a group chore for some reason, why people couldn’t do their own laundry you couldn’t understand, though you did make sure to have yours, Joel’s, and Ellie’s clothes in your pile. While scrubbing one of Joel’s flannels on the tiny little washboard you’d been offered, you heard some of the older women talking. About Joel, specifically.

“Have you seen him on that horse?” Helen, you think her name was, her voice traveled, it was shrill and sharp and made you want to stab yourself in the fucking ears just so you wouldn’t have to listen to it anymore.

“Oh I bet that horse isn’t the only thing he’s rode hard.” Candance, younger than the other two but still much closer to Joel’s age than you were, a more likely pair. She wasn’t too bad you guessed, which made you hate her more. Her voice was soft and velvety, combatting your own slightly deep, sometimes scratchy voice, her words never got hung up in her throat like yours did. Her features were soft and she didn’t carry that haunted, broken look in her eyes that you knew resided in your own. Her hair was long and soft and properly taken care of, it didn’t frizz when it got hot out and it always seemed to be the perfect amount of wavy. You wondered briefly if Joel ever noticed the differences in the two of you, if he would take Candance up on any offers she might throw his way.

“God with the way he’s built there’s no way he does anything soft and easy.” Helen was rubbing her clavicle now, making you twist your face up in disgust. “Those broad shoulders and big hands?”

“If Robert had a body like that I wouldn’t need to remember what an orgasm was.” Elizabeth was the oldest of the three, at a striking 56, same as Joel, only with a husband that didn’t seem to be good for much other than eating or yelling at community meetings. You weren’t worried about her too much, she was absolutely gorgeous, with long tight curls that reached her waist, dusted with gray hairs and full lips she always painted pink. But she was married, perhaps if it wasn’t for that, if that weren’t a problem for Joel, you’d be worried.

The women laughed amongst themselves as you scrubbed harder at the shirt, until your hand slipped and you cut yourself on a stray piece of metal that apparently no one had noticed. “Fuck!” You snatched your hand from the soapy water and groaned as you held it close, causing them to look over.

Helen and Elizabeth whispered amongst themselves as Candace made her way over to you. Fucking of course it had to be the pretty one that actually stood a fucking chance. “Are you alright, y/n?” You nodded quickly as you stood up, almost knocking over the bucket. “I’m fine. I’m gonna go get this looked at.” You stepped away from her quickly as she frowned.

As you walked out you heard them talking. About you this time.

“Poor thing. Stuck in that house with such a fine piece of meat and she doesn’t stand a chance.” Elizabeth tsked as Candace and Helen giggled. Tears stung as you made your way to the infirmary, not because their words and laughter hurt, which it did, but they only hurt because you knew it was true, you’d never have a shot with Joel, not with these women around.

Later you had three stitches in your hand, frowning deeply as you stepped out of the infirmary to look at the bandage on your palm. That’s when you heard it. Candance’s stupid fucking voice.

“Oh, Joel!” You looked up and saw her running over to where Joel was standing talking to Tommy, holding a laundry basket. The now blood free flannel of Joel’s folded neatly on top. “Here, doll. Silly y/n cut herself before she could finish your laundry.” It wasn’t nearly as fucking heavy as she was making it out to be, shifting it in her hands and propping it up with her knee.

You hid in one of the little alleys between the buildings when Joel looked towards the infirmary, hearing him let out that stupid chuckle. “Right, yeah, kid can be a little clumsy. Thank you. Here. Let me..” he took the laundry basket and held it effortlessly. You could practically smell Candace from the alley, feeling your chest squeeze as the word kid echoed in your head. Tommy looked ecstatic, grin wide like he was about to laugh his ass off as Candace continued.

“Oh, my. You’re so strong~” you started to feel nauseous, shaking your head rapidly as you bolted around the corner, practically sprinting back to the home you shared with Ellie and Joel.

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“Uh.. thanks.” Joel cleared his throat and adjusted the laundry in his hands, glancing at Tommy to save him before glaring when he saw the look on his face. He turned back to Candace, polite as ever. “You said she cut herself, right?" "Gosh, yes, so odd I've used that board hundreds of times, poor girl uses it once and practically slices- oh." Joel was walking away from her now, stepping into the infirmary after setting the basket of laundry down to look for you.

When they told him you left he'd groaned and walked out, almost forgetting the laundry before turning around to get it before going home, you had to be home by now. There weren't very many one handed chores around Jackson so at this point there wasn't anything for you to do.

We he got to the house, though, you weren't there and Ellie looked at him like he'd interrupted something- which was just the joke book Joel had found for her the last time he'd gone scavenging. "What did the donkey-" "Where's y/n?" Ellie pouted as her joke was interrupted and shrugged a little. "i don't know. She was on laundry- oh." She pursed her lips when Joel held up the basket of laundry.

"That uh... what's her name? Cadence?" "Candace?" Ellie frowned and Joel snapped at her and nodded his head. "Yes. Candace said she cut her hand or something and I can't find her." "Did you-" "Ask me if I checked the infirmary and I swear you'll be eating through a straw." Ellie made a face. "Jeez, grumpy. What crawled up your ass and died?" Joel set the laundry basket down. "Nothing." He said sharply, turning to go out the door and continue to look for you.

"Ohhhhh i know what it is." Ellie smirked and hopped up off the couch, dropping her joke book on the coffee table you'd begged Joel to fix. "You wanna go check on her hand cause you liiiiiiiiiike her." "I do not- I'm not talking about this. I'm a grown man and you're a child." Ellie rolled her eyes. "Dude- Helen Keller could see you like her." "Do you even know who Helen Keller was?" "The QZ had books, Joel!" Ellie threw her hands up in the air. "She was right, y'know. You do like to dumbify the Crodyceps generation." Joel grunted and glared at her.

"Fine. Fine, I'll drop it." "Thank you." "After I say one more thing." "Oh my- fine. Fine." "If you don't.. tell her, eventually she's gonna give up and throw herself at the first guy that isn't you. And I don't know if you've noticed, but pretty much every guy here wants to date her." Joel scoffed lightly. "Yeah. Date her." Ellie raised a brow but didn't say anything as she watched Joel turn around and stomp out of the house.

She shook her head and sighed, scratching the back of her head before grabbing her joke book and going up to her room, dropping down onto her bed and opening her book. "He's gone."

You emerged from her closet with a sigh. "Thanks, Ellie." You headed for her door. "You know none of those old ladies have a chance with him, right? I mean.. one of thems married, another one sounds like you dropped a fork in a woodchipper, and he doesn't even know Candace's name." "At least he doesn't call her a kid." You scoffed.

Ellie looked at you over her book and rolled her eyes before sighing and looking back down at it. "I'm just saying... if you guys are gonna share a bed at night you could at least talk about your feelings." You snapped your head over to her as she shrugged. "Heard you screaming that first night." She mumbled. "Saw you and Joel go to the bedroom." "You know we-" "What you do in there is none of my business and I'd like to keep it that way." "We didn't do anything, Ellie." You rolled your eyes. "And we aren't going to." You added quickly when she opened her mouth to speak.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Whatever.” She looked back down at her book and hummed quietly as you shook your head and walked out of her room. You didn’t know why you hid from Joel, you felt like a kid. Maybe he was right to call you kid all the time. You basically were.

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You were sitting in the bar when he finally found you, he sat down next to you, watching you fiddle with the cloth wrapped around your hand. “Been lookin’ all over for you.” You’d looked at him and smiled a little. “You found me.” He frowned a little. “You alright?” He asked softly.

You sighed and nodded. “Of course, Joel. Why wouldn’t I be?” Joel raised a brow. “Well.. for one it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. Two you cut your hand apparently bad enough to bleed all over my shirt.” You scoffed. “It was two fucking drops.” “I’m just telling you what Candace said.”

Your jaw tightened. Fucking Candace. “Candace wouldn’t know bled all over if I stabbed her in the fucking throat.” Joel’s eyes widened. “Jesus-“ he looked around a little. “You can’t just say shit like that.” “Oh god forbid someone say something about precious Candace and her gaggle of sluts.”

Joel made a face. “Okay- are you drunk right now?” “So what if I am? I’m an adult, not a kid.” He rubbed his face and heaved a sigh. “Okay- come on let’s get you to the house.” He grabbed your arm and you jerked away before sliding off your stool. “I can walk on my own.”

He sighed heavily but didn’t say anything and let you walk out on your own, walking close enough behind you that he could catch you if you happened to fall. Of course you weren’t really that drunk, your words weren’t slurred and you didn’t wobble so he wasn’t too worried about it. But he didn’t know what alcohol did to you in the long run so he was keeping a close eye on you.

When you walked into the house you immediately dropped down on the couch and sighed happily. “Why do you keep leaving?” You asked him. Okay, so, that’s not really how you wanted to bring it up, you wanted to ease into it a little but regardless the words were tumbling out before you could stop them.

Joel sighed and sat down slowly. “I have chores around here like you.” You scoffed. “I’m not asleep every time you leave, Joel. You walk out the first chance you get.” “No, I don’t.” “God then Im either really fucking stupid, have a shitty internal clock, or you’re a liar.”

Joel sighed heavily and rubbed his face. “Listen, kid-“ he glanced at you when you scoffed at the nickname but shook his head and didn’t acknowledge it. “I can’t… this can’t…” he motioned between the two of you before shaking his head again and looking at the fireplace with a frown. “We just can’t, alright?”

“Why not?” You mumbled softly. “You know why.” Your jaw tightened as you looked down at your bandage, playing with the frayed edges, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as his words from earlier echoed in your head kid can be a little clumsy.

Kid.

That’s all you were to him a dumb, clumsy little girl he had to keep an eye on.

“So… so I was just.. tricking myself… this entire time.” You mumbled, looking down and wiping your eye quickly when one of the tears tried to slip. “There wasn’t.. you don’t.. want me.”

Joel felt his chest tighten as he looked over at you, frowning deeply. He felt horrible. He knew it would upset you, telling you that nothing could come out of what both of you were feeling, no matter how much he wanted to he couldn’t.

He couldn’t be good for you, couldn’t be what you needed. He wasn’t a good person, how you could even want him after what happened in the hospital he didn’t understand. He figured the best option was to agree, tell you that you were right, he hadn’t felt anything for you and move on from it. But that felt just as wrong as falling into bed with you.

“We just… can’t, darlin’.” He whispered softly. “I’m too old for you. You should be with someone your own age, someone who can keep up, keep you happy.” You scoffed lowly and he frowned, raising a brow at you expectantly. “What?”

“Up until recently I was.” You looked down. “Until we got here.” You scoffed lowly. “Before I was locked in this stupid fucking place with those overeager bitches doing fucking laundry.” You spit the word like it burned your mouth, clenching your jaw tightly.

“What’s wrong with doing laundry?” You looked at Joel and scoffed. “Like you haven’t noticed every desperate horny woman here fawning over you.” You looked down, clenching your jaw tightly. Joel was quiet for a minute and then he chuckled. “You’re jealous?”

You snapped your head towards him and glared. “Fuck you.” You scoffed. “I’m not fucking jealous. Can’t be jealous over something that isn’t mine.” You stood up. “Maybe I don’t wanna sit there and act all sweet while they talk- in graphic detail- how bad they wanna fuck you.” Joel laughed at you- again. “They do not- they’re classy women.” “HAH! Classy- they wouldn’t know fucking classy if they were born with the definition engraved into their skin. And I swear to god, Joel. If you fucking laugh at me again I’ll break your nose.” You growled.

Joel clenched his jaw and the two of you stared at eachother for a moment before he rubbed his face and stood up. “Look- if Maria and Tommy want you to stay inside then you’re staying inside theres nothing I can do about that. Taking it out on innocent people and me is childish.”

“I’m not a fucking child, Joel.” “I really couldn’t tell- I guess your tantrum is blinding me from seeing it.” You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth and curled your fist- except it was the hand you’d cut and you’d dug your fingers into the stitches.

“Ow- shit-“ you lifted your hand quickly, blood flooding the stitches a bit. “Fuck..” you groaned lowly. “Let me see-“ you stepped back and glared at him. “Fuck off.” Joel rolled his eyes and forced you to sit back down before yanking your wrist close to him lightly and unwrapping it. “You didn’t pop any stitches. How the hell did you manage to do this?” He asked, making a face at the gnarly gash in your hand.

“Not sure you’ll believe me. Apparently I’m throwing a tantrum.” “You still are. Just tell me what the hell happened without the damn attitude.” He reached under the couch for the first aid kit you kept there. You sighed heavily and looked down at the stitches, shrugging. “They wouldn’t shut up and it just- distracted me. If it’s not music I like silence when I work and I guess their voices just got to me.”

“They distracted you?” Joel looked at you and raised a brow. You looked at him and blinked a little, shifting. “Yeah, so what?” “What were they talking about that you couldn’t drown out?” “It’s impossible to drown out Helen’s voice.” You mumbled and he chuckled. It made you feel better, but not really. “It is kinda shrill.”

“She talks like an infected screams.” Joel laughed again, cleaning up the blood and wrapping your hand. “Seriously- what were they saying that bothered you?” You sighed. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” You muttered. “Well too bad cause I want you to tell me.” You scoffed. “Unless you plan to torture me to get it out then no luck there.”

Joel was quiet for a minute before he sighed heavily and reached out, turning your head to look at him. You looked up at him hesitantly and furrowed your brows as you shifted. “What?” “Tell me what they were talking about. That’s all you gotta do, kid.” You huffed and jerked your chin from his grasp.

“I’m used to them horning over you. It’s not a fucking surprise anymore. I just.. wish they wouldn’t be so fucking obvious about it. Okay? Just leave me alone, Joel. Let me throw my tantrum in fucking peace.” You glared at the table in front of you, bouncing your leg rapidly. “I’m going to bed.” You stood up quickly. “If your back bothers you then just fucking deal with it on your own.” You told him harshly.

“So you’re gonna run away from the problem?” God why was he fucking following you? Why can’t he just leave you alone. He said his piece. “There is no problem anymore, Joel. You said what you needed to say.” “You’re stomping away from me like-” you spun around and glared at him. “Like what?” You growled lowly. “Like a child?” You remembered to curl your good hand this time.

“Are you that fucking surprised? Isn’t that your favorite nickname for me? Hm? Kid this, kid that. Kid, kid, kid, fuc-king kid.” You swallowing the lump in your throat, choking on your words and that only pissed you off more. “God damnit!” You brought your hands to your face, pressing your nails into your forehead.

“Y/n-“ you flinched away when Joel laid a hand on your shoulder. “Just- leave me alone, Joel. Please. I can’t… do this anymore. If you wanna ignore me then fine. Ignore me. But don’t… crawl into bed with me and disappear as soon as you think I’m asleep. It’s worse than just ignoring me.” It was too much, all of it. Your hand was throbbing and your chest hurt and your stomach felt like it was going to come up out of your throat.

Joel didn’t say anything, he couldn’t disagree with you, beckoning you into bed, crawling in next to you, holding you, making you feel better, making eachother feel better and then leaving before you woke up. It was wrong. He was hurting you. Even if nothing happened between you physically, he was fucking with your head and he knew it, and up until this point he hadn’t even considered how much it was actually hurting you, how little it was benefiting you.

“Okay.” Your eyes filled up again as you turned away from him and muttered a weak goodnight before going into the room and closing the door quickly. He stood there for a second, leaning his forehead against the wall, fist curled and pushing into it but not punching it before he heard a door open. Ellie’s.

“Well… that was fucked.” Joel clenched his jaw and looked at her. “Look- I love you Joel. Like a lot. But I love her too. And you’re being a fucking asshole. I didn’t even know you were leaving like that. Why the hell would-“ “stop it.” Joel mumbled softly. “What?” “Stop it, Ellie. You don’t… know everything. You don’t understand what this is about and for your sake I hope you don’t.”

Ellie scoffed. “I’m old enough to be able to tell when two people love eachother. But if you wanna keep acting this way then fine. Go ahead.“ she went to close her door but stopped and hesitated before saying the next thing. “Maybe you’re right- I mean- if you’re just gonna keep leaving her like that then you might as well tell her to move on.” She shrugged. “Maybe she’ll find a guy with a heart.” She added before closing the door.

She didn’t really mean it. Joel had a huge heart, she knew that, she’d be an idiot if she didn’t. But he was being an asshole to her best friend. And for absolutely no fucking reason. She couldn’t understand what could be so wrong about the two of you getting together, so what if you were younger than him? Who gives a shit? It’s not like you were underage. You were like 24 years old.

Joel stood on the other side of the door for a moment and rubbed his face, glancing between the two doors before going to the couch and laying back on it, staring up at the ceiling as he took a heavy breath in.

He could handle seeing you with someone, right? It’s not like you belonged to him or anything. Hell most of the people here thought you were his fucking daughter and that made him so sick to his stomach he almost threw up in front of everyone while you awkwardly explained you weren’t in fact his daughter.

As long as it wasn’t any of those assholes from the patrol he would be fine, right? He had to be. You were so much younger than him, had so much time to figure out what you wanted, to figure out that he wasn’t what you wanted. Him and his baggage. He’d do more damage than he’d already done.

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It's been a week since your fight with Joel, you hadn't talked to him much, opting instead to just ignore him or try to slip out of the house before he was awake. As you opened your eyes, though, the sun shining in and blinding you a bit, you could hear Joel and Ellie's voices in the dining room accompanied by Tommy's.

You wondered for a second if you could just stay in bed, at least wait for Joel to leave, but the blinking 7:30 on the clock told you that you had no choice but to get out of bed and face them. You groaned and closed your eyes before pulling yourself out of bed.

Once you were ready you headed out of the room and into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee and a piece of toast. "Morning, Ellie." You bumped her with your hip as you walked past her and smiled at her and then Tommy. "Morning, Tommy." The two of them said goodmorning before looking awkwardly between you and Joel.

You heard Joel clear his throat and closed your eyes down at your coffee. "Mornin', y/n." Your skin still tingled and your ears still got warm when he said your name and it only stressed you out more. You didn't respond, though, and instead walked straight passed him with your coffee and toast. "I'll see you later, Ellie." You told her, body-checking Joel's shoulder on your way past him.

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Tommy raised a brow when you body-checked Joel and watched his brother grunt and clench his jaw before he was looking down at Ellie. "So... what was that about?" "Joel's an asshole." "Ellie." Joel mumbled in warning. "I mean that much is obvious." "Tommy-"

"They've been sharing the bed or whatever but apparently Joel kept leaving like... as soon as she went to sleep or something, so she's super pissed." "Wow, Joel." Joel sighed heavily and rubbed his face rapidly. "I'm a fucking idiot. I get it." He grumbled and put his head down on the table.

Tommy looked at Ellie for a second and cleared his throat. "Ellie, uh... why don't you go on. I'm sure Dina or another one of your friends could use help with their chores." "But-" Tommy raised his brows at her and glanced at Joel and then back at her. She looked between the two for a moment before huffing. "Fine." She stood up and left. She wanted to know what Joel's problem was too!

Once she was gone Tommy looked at Joel and waited for him to talk. "... she's so young, Tommy." Tommy hummed a little and nodded. "Yeah..." "She's not even- Sarah would be older than her." Oh. Oh. So that's what this is about. This isn't about you, it isnt even about Joel. Its about Sarah.

"Yeah... but... you know Sarah would want you to be happy, Joel." Joel looked up at him like he was stupid. "With someone who's 24 years old?" Tommy shrugged and sighed heavily. "If they make you happy. I'm not saying it's not going to be different, or an adjustment for both of you. Cause it will, but... okay its not like she's 18, right? And she grew up in this shit, Joel." "She's thirty-two years younger than me, Tommy. I can't... keep up with her or keep her happy. She needs someone young for that."

Tommy rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh. "She was happy, dumbass. Untill you started acting like a dick." He took a deep breath and licked his lips slowly before he sighed. "Look- I'm just sayin'.. Sarah would want you to be happy, actually happy. You're settled down now, you got somewhere safe to be.. just let yourself be happy."

"And if I fuck it up like last time? And she leaves?" Tommy raised a brow when he said that and scoffed. "You didn't just compare her to Michelle." "I'm not comparing them-" "Michelle was selfish, Joel. That's why she left. She didn't care about you or Sarah, just herself." Tommy leaned his head a bit to catch Joel's eyes. "She's not Michelle. She's practically obsessed with Ellie, they're best friends. And you- if you let her- she'd be good for you. She loves you, anyone could see that. But if you don't get your head out of your ass she's going to jump into the first arms that open up to 'er." Tommy stood up and calpped his hand on Joel's shoulder. "Pretty sure you wouldn't like that."

And with that, Tommy was gone and Joel was alone at the dining table to sit with what he said, looking down at the cup of coffee in his hand with a deep frown on his face before he got up to get ready for patrol... Tommy did have a point. Sarah would want him to be happy, and you were nothing like Michelle.

... maybe he could make it work.

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Not how it works

Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: When your uncle dies on your birthday and shit hits the van with family. Pedro jumps in moments of crisis.

Warnings: TRAUMA bestie, trauma, losing a loved one, death of a loved one, hospitals, mention of dissociating, TOXIC family, getting kicked out of the family, breakdowns, not being able to say goodbye, abandonment, neglect (this whole stories is full with pain so please read with caution if you’re vulnerable for this. You’re not alone)

A/n: So this is extremely personal and very specific. I need to write this off of me so I can deal with the trauma. This is probably going to have a part 2 because this bullshit isn’t over. everything that is the backstory for this story has happened this week. I’v lost my uncle, can’t say goodbyes, been kicked out of the family because of one piece of shit ‘aunt’, who tries to break the whole family. Please read the warnings. This isn’t for everyone

Not how it works

You were currently chilling with Pedro at your house. He stayed with you for a couple of weeks for shooting and stuff. You worked on the production team and became close friends with Pedro. This wasn’t the first time working together but this project made you grow closer to each other than ever. You were watching a movie until your phone went off. It was your mom and you picked up. “Hi mom” you greeted “Hi dear, uhm I don’t have great news. Your uncle Jo is in the hospital… he’s not doing great. We have to go to say goodbye to him.” you stared in front of you, trying to process it. Pedro noticed the sudden change in energy and paused the tv. “Okay…. I’ll get changed. What time are you here?” you asked her and stood up.

“Ehm… it’s only for the brothers, sisters and children….” She told you and your disbelieve grew. “So… I can’t go?” your voice broke slowly and Pedro looked with concern at you. “No, I’m sorry. But I’ll come when we’re done.” She told you and you sat down back defeated. Anxiety, worry swirled through your stomach, making you almost physically sick. “okay.” Your voice broke down completely and you hang up. you were waiting for a reality check right now and tried to comprehend it.

“Sweetheart? What’s going on?” Pedro’s voice ever so gentle and laced with worry as he sat closer to you, rubbing your back softly. “My uncle… he’s going to die… he’s in the hospital.” You told him. “Okay, so let’s go than!” Pedro told you and stood up, holding out his hand for you. You just looked at him, eyes started to water up, making you feel defeated. “I’m not allowed… I can’t go.” Your voice broke and Pedro looked with disbelieve at you. “Are you serious right now?” Pedro didn’t understood and to be honest, neither did you. The tears started to slip and you started to sob. Pedro immediately sat down and pulled you into a tight hug.

He knew about your family and how you always felt left out. With the death of your godfather, you weren’t allowed into the church or whatever. They made you stand outside, all  alone and in the cold, which was extremely traumatic and it was all because one piece of shit of a ‘lady’. You were still struggling with that to this day and this brought you back to that point, where you were, once again, all alone. You were a wreck right now and Pedro’s shirt was wet from all the crying.  You were in for a rollercoaster and Pedro and you knew it.  

You held contact with your mom but you couldn’t contact her anymore, feeling even more left out. Finally after 7 hours, you heard from her. She called you to ask you if it was okay if she was going home or not. You couldn’t believe it. “No. I rather want to see you. I’ve been waiting all day.” You said with tears in your eyes. Pedro was softly rubbing your back, sympathy and pain written over his face. The way he saw you, broke his heart into pieces and how they already treated you.

In ten minutes your mom arrived at your home. You both sat there in silence. “We had to eat together with everyone… and your niece was there as well and nephews.” You felt your blood boil. “So they could but I couldn’t??” you started to get mad as the tears slipped down your cheeks. Pedro heard everything from the kitchen, where he stood so he gave you both some privacy but could still hear and see you. “Y/N, They had to be!” You shook your head and let out a frustrated chuckle. “Oh okey, so they could all say goodbye. Everyone except for me! And what about dinner Huh? I’ve been waiting here all goddamn day! The whole FUCKING day for what? I didn’t hear from anyone because you were all together and I HAD to stay home! I couldn’t even say goodbye!” you were furious to say the least. “I would’ve really fucking appreciated if someone asked me: ‘hey, I know you’re at home, would you like to have at least dinner? So we’re all together? But no, no one asked me because they don’t care!”

“They do!” she told you. “Oh really?” you didn’t believe anything she was saying right now. “You want to go to the hospital than? You want to say goodbye?” she asked you and you were absolutely flabbergasted as you got into a fight with your mom. “Yes, of course I want to say goodbye!” She nodded and clenched her jaw. “Then get dressed.” You looked surprised at her. “You said I wasn’t allowed….” You couldn’t believe it and it fueled your anger. “You are now.” you shook your head, not understanding that, now you could but not before when there were even people who weren’t allowed in. And they didn’t even think of calling you. No, they left you with all the question, didn’t respond, left you out as usual.

You stormed passed Pedro, tears streaming down your face as you walked up stairs. “Be quick.” Your mom called after you. Pedro looked at your mom and quickly went after you. You were sobbing while gathering your stuff. Pedro had a sympathetic look on his face, which became almost permanently now. “Can you please come with me?” Pedro looked at you with a soft gentle look and nodded. He walked up to you and pulled you into a hug. “Don’t worry, I won’t ever leave you alone. Do you understand that? I’m not going anywhere baby girl.” He told you as he looked straight into your eyes and cupped your cheeks. He only called you baby girl when life got super rough and you needed gentleness in your life.

You nodded, tears still streaming but now because of the warmth and love radiating from Pedro. (The love and warmth you needed so bad in your life.) You were ready and all got into the car. Pedro held your hand the entire way. It was late at night and the hospital was almost empty. You felt a pit in your stomach as you stood in the elevator. You searched for Pedro’s hand and held it. Your family didn’t know that you knew Pedro, let alone be so close. The elevator opened and you stepped out, seeing your uncle, some other aunts and uncles that you didn’t know and some you did. You greeted them as you usually did and your mom took you to the room he laid in.

Pedro waited for you in the ‘family room’. You walked into the room of your uncle and he was everything except peaceful. He couldn’t communicate and was very agitated and was fighting his own death which broke your heart even more. You saw your grandma comforting your uncle. It broke your heart to see. Your grandma already lost one of her sons (your godfather) and not even 2,5 years later, her other son. Comforting him to his own death.

You sat there for a good hour and a half before coming back to the family room. Pedro was awaiting your reaction but you were so extremely closed off that he was unable to read you, so he figured the worst because you would never close him off. You gave your family a hug and left, making your way to the elevator.  You were all silent and Pedro gave you the space you needed, never pushing you for answers but waiting until you were ready to talk about it. But Pedro noticed when you wanted affection as in, cuddles, holding your hand or your back, it didn’t really matter, you just wanted some physical contact. So that’s how he noticed that you were very much in need for some comfort, so he went with the back of his fingers over the back of your hand, making you grab his hand as you walked out of the elevator.

You walked to the car and it didn’t took long to arrive home. “He won’t make the night.” You commented, making your mother nod as you stood inside of your house. She gave you a hug and left, leaving you alone with Pedro. You poured a glass of wine in for yourself and looked at Pedro, if he wanted some. He was leaning against the kitchen counter as the clock ticked 1 AM. He nodded and gave you a sympathetic smile. You poured some in for him, got your joint and you jumped on the kitchen counter, lighting the joint and took a big puff.

You were both silent and Pedro stood next to you, not really knowing what to say or do. “are you…. okay?” he asked carefully and soft. Your eyes started watering and you tried to push away the overwhelming feeling of sadness and defeat. Even though how hard you tried, the tears started to slip. Pedro put his glass of wine away and put his arms around you for a hug. You were still sitting on the kitchen counter but the only person who was allowed in your bubble was Pedro. There was a safety, comforting and reassuring energy from him and you trusted him with your life. You started to sob, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. After an hour of crying and a bad headache, the weed finally kicked in, making you calm down a bit.

Pedro slept with you that night. Comforting where he could and giving you all the cuddles, making sure that you didn’t feel alone and that you felt loved.

The passing days, you’ve gone to the hospital. Your mother had a moment of communication with him and could say her goodbyes. You stood there, looking and unable to actually say goodbye. The next day, when you got ready for the hospital, they told you that you weren’t welcome anymore. It broke your heart but they said his children wanted to be with him, which you could understand. Until you heard and saw pictures that nieces and cousins were there.

On Thursday, it was your birthday and let’s just say, you were NOT in the mood. You walked downstairs, feeling heavy and it got rougher with the day. Pedro was already awake and was making you a birthday breakfast. He saw you walk down the stairs and gave you a soft smile, pulling you into a hug. “I know you’re not really in a festive mood but I still want to make you feel special sweetheart. Happy birthday baby girl.” He told you and you held onto him tighter. “Thank you Pepsi. I appreciate it.” He gave you a kiss on your forehead. You ate breakfast together and before you wanted to open your presents from Pedro, you got a call from your mom. You spoke to her before and she whished you a happy birthday so you knew that this call was going to be THE call.

“Hey sweetie…. There’s no easy way to say this but your uncle has passed away. I’m on my way so we can go to family okay?” you were silent and you felt completely empty. “Okay..” you whispered out and hang up. You stared at Pedro, still feeling empty and you felt confused because of that. So many feeling swirled to your body and you couldn’t identify them, leaving you feeling empty and confused. “He’s gone.” You whispered out and Pedro teared up, seeing you like this.

He stood up, placing his hands on your arms, making you stand up. He pulled you into a hug. “I’m so, so sorry… I’m here for you. I won’t leave you. You don’t have to do this alone baby girl. I’ll be with you.” you nodded, still feeling empty and weird.

Your mom and her boyfriend arrived at your house, whished you a happy birthday and their condolences at the same time. Friends of yours did the same thing. From going to happy birthday to my condolences, was horrible and confusing. You got in the car and held Pedro’s hand the entire ride to your grandma’s house and picking up your uncle on the way. You were scared that the same thing would happen here as it did with your godfather. (leaving you outside, unable to say your goodbyes, not allowed in the church because of COVID. But everyone knew better. She wanted you out of the family, a so called aunt of yours who wasn’t even in the goddamn family. She was married to your uncle so as a matter of fact, she had no right in any way, shape or form to put you away.)

Pedro knew what had happened with your godfather and how you despise her. It was trauma where you still haven’t really healed from. You told him there was a lot of tension in the family. Like A LOT. That so called aunt of yours, treated on of your uncles horrible. He had to do everything for everyone for free when he was still recovering from getting a new hip. And she even told him that he should be grateful that he could eat with them. She is one of the most evil person you’ve met. So, you knew that there was at least something going to happen. And that there would be a big bomb of confrontation, tension and drama, falling in one of these days.

You got out of the car and greeted the people in the house but something was off. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something was going to happen. Your other aunt was behaving weird towards you. Not really looking at you when you tried to talk to her and sometimes staring at you when you were doing nothing and it caught not only your attention but Pedro’s as well, who sat next to you. You felt a distance between you and some ‘family members’.

One of your uncles came in, who you disliked as well cause he stood next to that piece of shit aunt and was one of the ‘leaders’ when your godfather died. So he was also to blame for how they treated you.

It was now 7 in the evening and you still hadn’t eaten yet, but they told you that Maria (THAT aunt) was making dinner. It was a part of the culture to eat together when there was a loss in the family. It wasn’t even up for discussion because you HAD to. So it was weird that you still hadn’t eaten yet but maybe after seeing your uncle who had passed, you would eat.

That uncle spoke up. “This is a sad day. I just want to make clear that what’s going to happen, are the whishes from the family and not my decision…” he looked at you and your mom, making you frown a bit. You felt a pit in your stomach as flashbacks from your godfather came to mind, scared that history was going to repeat itself. “After seeing him, we want you all to go home. We have long and tiring days ahead.” He finished his sentence, looking at you and your mom once again. Everyone stood up and his wife was looking sympathetic at you, making you even more suspicious. You looked at your mom and Pedro, hoping that they noticed it too. Your mom was too busy talking with that uncle so you looked at Pedro, who seemed to noticed it as well. “I’m with you, remember?” he softly told you, making you nod.

You all got in the car, your mom was driving, her boyfriend next to her, the uncle you picked up in the backseat and Pedro next to you. You were the second to arrive at the place they put your uncle in. Your godmother, another aunt and her daughters first as you waited. You couldn’t see him from where you were standing so you waited for your turn. Everyone followed behind you, there were at least 25 family members behind you. The kids of your uncle walked in and one of your aunts (his daughter that hugged you in the hospital) walked straight up to you and your mom. “I appreciate you coming here, but you’re not welcome. I need you to leave, you’re getting too close and I can’t deal with it.” you felt a brick hitting you, knocking out the air from your lungs. Tears started to water and your heart was pounding. Everyone was surprised and Pedro looked shocked.

You were the first to turn around and walk out of the building, almost knocking over that piece of shit of your uncle, over as you picked up your pace. You’re breathing started to become uneven while you sobbed, trying to catch some air. Everything was spinning around you. You heard someone call your name but you didn’t care anymore. The humiliation you felt and not being able to wrap your head around it. Why did she want you gone when you’ve done absolutely nothing wrong and when she hugged you in the hospital. You didn’t understand until it clicked where it came from. THAT aunt…. She was sleeping there and she wanted you gone from the minute you were in the family. They were vulnerable and she abused that vulnerability so she could push you and your mom out by manipulation.

You looked up in the sky for a minute, trying to get out of the panic attack, gasping for air. You felt hands on your arm, as the person tried to turn you around while you gasped for air. It was Pedro, worry extremely visible on his face. His heart broke into a million pieces, seeing you like this. You tried to push him away. The pain you felt in this moment was out of this world. You couldn’t handle it but Pedro didn’t budge. He knew you were in survival mode from this traumatic event.

“Hey, it’s me. It’s me, look at me.”  Pedro begged as he cupped your cheeks. “Breath for me baby girl, breath.” He begged and you sobbed uncontrollably. Pedro pulled you into a tight hug. You saw over his shoulder, your mom and her boyfriend talking to your (good) aunt and your other uncle (that you picked up) walked out, extremely mad and pointed at the car to go in. You were ready to leave this hell place right now. You got out of the hug and into the car. You were completely dissociating right now.

Your uncle extremely mad as he got in the car. “Bring me to the station. I’m leaving. This isn’t over yet, I promise you that! Nobody touches my family. Nobody touches Y/N. NEVER. Don’t you worry, this isn’t over.” He told you but it was over for you. you got kicked out by half of the family because one person dislikes you for no reason. The other half, was standing up for you but there was no way you would go back.

You stared out of the window, trying hard not to make a sound from crying. Pedro had his arm around you, holding you tightly to his side, never looking away from you. His hand cradled your head and carefully pulled you into him so you could hide in his neck. You arrived at the train station and you all got out of the car and hugged your uncle. He cupped your cheeks “Listen to me. You are my family. Fuck them. This isn’t over. You keep being strong okay sweetheart?” You nodded, tears streaming out over his hand and he gave you a kiss on your forehead before leaving.

You sat in the car again, everyone was silent. Even when you arrived home, you couldn’t comprehend what had happened. You were dissociating very hard and had a blank expression. Your mom was talking to her boyfriend while Pedro stayed next to you, never leaving your side or leaving you out of his sight.

You were going from crying to thinking everything over to feeling blank to hate. It was a whole damn rollercoaster. Your mom picked up some groceries for dinner but you weren’t hungry. You were all drinking wine that your mom got until she got a call from that aunt. She picked up and they told you that they had to go back and eat at grandma’s house. “So they even fucking lied….” You told them, remembering what that uncle told you before you left. Then she told you that the aunt that told you to leave, told everybody that she didn’t. you couldn’t believe it. “She said it in front of every fucking one! And now she wants to fucking LIE about it?!” your rage was out of this world and you angrily stepped outside in the garden, lighting a cigarette.

You sat on the lounge couch outside and lit the fireplace and stared at the fire for a couple of second until Pedro came outside with some wine and a blanket. You were silently crying from all the pain you felt. You knew that you weren’t going to be invited for the funeral. And even if you was, you wouldn’t go. You had to protect that little girl inside of you from ever happening something like this again. Kicked out to the curb like you so many people did before her. It wasn’t about ego or pride but to protect yourself and like I said, that little girl inside. If you would go, than you would show them that it was okay to treat you like this when it absolutely isn’t. You don’t want to be around so much toxicity. This had to be the hardest choice to make and there wasn’t a good ending for what you would choose except to protect yourself.

“Hey” Pedro said softly. Your face was puffy and irritated from crying so much, your eyes red and watery. You tried to give him a smile but you could see from miles away it wasn’t meant. He placed the bottle of wine on the table in front of you and placed the blanket over your shoulders. It started to rain but luckily the lounge area came with a roof. Music softly played in the background. You had your knees up to your chest and rested your chin on your knee. “Thank you.” you softly murmured as you poured wine into your glass.

Pedro didn’t know what to say to make it less painful for you. I mean, how could you. There was no way to make it less painful. “I’m so sorry….” He told you softly and carefully looked at you. Tears pooled in his own eyes as his heart broke to see you like this as images flashed in his mind of how you walked away and remembering the pain on your face. You looked at him and slowly nodded, both at this point unable to say anything. Pedro sniffled and looked away for a sec.

You looked down as tears just kept streaming as if you were in a trance. Pedro stood up and took your hand in his, making you stand up. You had no clue what he wanted to do but neither did you care that much. He sat down in the corner and softly pulled you with him so he could cuddle you in a more comfortable position. “God, I’m sorry.” He told you and pulled you in for a hug. Pedro held you tightly to his side while you cried. You held onto his cardigan, pulling it into your fist and squeezed tightly. “Just let it out baby girl. I’ve got you and I won’t leave you.” he whispered, cracks in his voice since he became emotional.

After a while, your mom and her boyfriend stepped outside and you finally calmed down. Rage took it’s place as a defense mechanism. You all hang outside for a while until your mom and her boyfriend left. You convinced them that you would be okay and if you weren’t, would contact them. Besides, you had Pedro and he promised them to look after you.

Your feet were propped up on the table as you listened to the rain, heavily falling onto the roof, the fire crackling before you and the music softly playing on the background. “So… what are you going to do if you get an invitation for the funeral?” he asked and your expression looked pained again. “I won’t go.” You explained why.

“They’ve treated me so horrible… not only today but years even. And I kept going back. I just wanted to be loved but in that process, I’ve lost myself. I wanted a family that cared about me so badly that it almost didn’t matter what they would do. But they don’t love me. They’ve never seen the real me. They don’t care. I can’t afford reacting the same way as I used to. Never speaking up for myself or whatever. I’m not going to fight for this, neither do I want to. I’m done. I rather have no family at all, than them…. I’m done being okay with being treated with the BARE MINIMUM. I can’t and won’t let them.”

Pedro nodded. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. I really admire you and the strength you carry. People can only wish to have 1/10 of the strength you have. I’m here, and will support and stand behind you with every decision you take. Let them lose you kiddo. Let them miss out on your big heart. They don’t deserve even a small part of the love you’re able to give. They don’t deserve you, baby girl. They really don’t.” The moment he talked about your big heart, you lost it and he hit you right in the feelings.

Your eyes started to water again and before you even knew it, the tears slipped. “Can you give me a hug?” you asked, voice broken as you softly broke down. What he said, hit very hard. It was like that little girl inside of you, felt seen for the first time. “Of course! Come here baby girl!” he stood up and pulled you into his chest again. You wrapped your arms around him and held his cardigan tightly in your fist. He placed his hand softly on the back of your head and placed multiple kisses on your head. “We’re going to be okay. You are going to be okay.” You nodded and cried. “I need you to know, that I do love you. Very much so, okay?” you nodded again.

After an hour and two videos further, you both decided to head upstairs. You were exhausted, yet your mind kept wandering back to the events that took place earlier. You got into bed and Pedro walked into your room, not wanting you to be alone and neither did you want too. He crawled in next to you and you immediately clang to him. His arm underneath you, pulling you closer, your head on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat and breathing, hoping that you could keep your focus on that but tears slipped silently. Pedro didn’t noticed that you were crying until his shirt started to get wet and you finally sniffled your nose softly.

He got you out of the hug for a minute and held your hand and got into the corner again. You let your head rest on his chest. You were mentally and physically exhausted and still had some rough days ahead of you. “I’m so tired Pedge… I really am.” He softly shushed you. “I know baby girl, I know.”

After you finally calmed down. “I know something fun to watch. I don’t want to go to bed immediately. Need some distraction.” You told Pedro as you chugged your wine in. He gave you a soft smile and nodded. You got a new, stronger joint along side your laptop from inside. It was peaceful outside with the rain (and now thunder from afar). You put the heather on and placed your laptop on your, stretched out legs and searched for what you wanted to. Something easy to watch, yet something that would keep your attention. You found what you wanted and leaned against Pedro. Pedro took the laptop from your legs and placed it on his own so you could get comfortable.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay princess.” He told you. “I’m not going to let this happen just like this. When I see Maria, she’s going to hear what I have to say. I’m not letting her take my right of speech.” You sniffled. “You know I’ll support you. I know you’re strong enough. Stronger than she could ever wish to be. And I know how intense you can get too. You do, what you need to do, to process this and if that’s, speaking your mind to her. Than you should and I’ll be right beside you.” he told you, kissing your head.

“Thank you Pedge. For showing me what love is.” Pedro smiled softly. “And I’ll never stop.” He comforted you. “Goodnight.” You told him softly. “Goodnight baby girl. And wake me up if you can’t sleep or for anything okay?” you nodded. “Promise?” he asked you softly. “I promise.” Pedro kissed the top of your head as a reaction. You closed your eyes, knowing that you needed sleep for whatever bullshit was coming your way, knowing that it wasn’t over yet. But you were strong. Stronger than you ever thought you could be and even stronger than that. It was going to take time, a lot of time to get over this and heal from it. But for now, you needed sleep if you were going to survive this battle you had to face.

[morallyinept]

A full transcribe of JOEL MILLER'S dialogue/lines from the TV show THE LAST OF US.

EPISODE 9 - LOOK FOR THE LIGHT

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Ellie. Ellie. Ellie! Did ya hear me?

Well, I found this in there. Beefaroni. Chef Boyardee. 

And have you ever played this? Boggle? It’s a word game. 

If you wanna beat me at somethin’, it would be this.

Well, alright then. We’re gettin’ close. 

Hospital that way. May be the one we’re lookin’ for. 

Take this for me? Thanks.

They had a guitar in that RV. It was all smashed up, but got me thinkin’, maybe I should find one. I haven’t played in forever. In fact, I was thinkin’ maybe I could teach you. I bet you’d be great at it. 

Do you wanna learn how to play guitar? Ellie?

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Okay, so this is what I’m thinkin’-

Uh… actually, this time I was thinkin’ we blast our way through that rubble. I found some dynamite in that RV back there. 

No, so we’re gonna cut through that building, find a skyscraper, go up and look around. But I had you goin’, didn’t I? 

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Look at this place. Talk about bad luck. Military drops bombs, not one of them hits the building you’re trying to demolish. No way up. 

If I get you up there, you can drop that ladder down, maybe we go through that way. Come on, I’ll give you a boost. 

You okay?

It’s just you kinda seem extra quiet today, so… 

No, it’s fine. Did you hear what I-

One, two… up! 

Ya got it?

Goddamn it, Ellie! Shit. You stay there! 

Ellie?!

Ellie!

Ellie. Just wait. Goddamn it. 

I won’t.

It’s alright. Come here, hurry up. Come on. 

Okay.

So… is it everything ya hoped for?

Look, I don’t know exactly where this hospital is-

Sure, it’s just… Maybe there’s nothin’ bad out there, but so far there’s always been somethin’ bad out there. 

I know. I’m only saying there’s a risk. We don’t have to do this. I just… I want you to know that. 

Nothin’. We just go back to Tommy’s. We forget about the whole damn thing. 

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No. Army. They put these places up all around the first few days after the outbreak. Emergency medical camps. Obviously didn't last. They had me in one just like this. 

No, she was gone already. 

It was for this. 

No. Second day. 

It was me. I was the guy who shot and missed. 

There’s no story. Sarah died… and I couldn't see the point anymore. Simple as that. And I wasn't scared either. I was ready. I couldn’t have been more ready. And when I… when I… went to pull the trigger, I-I flinched. Still don’t know why. Anyway, the reason I’m telling you all this-

Yeah, I reckon you do. 

It wasn’t time that did it. 

Me too.

Yeah. 

You know what I’m in the mood for? 

Shitty puns. 

No, it’s topical. 

Oh, that’s terrible. 

That’s a… that’s a zero outta ten. 

That was a three outta ten. 

I’ll give it a five. Five outta ten. 

Ellie? Ellie! 

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Where’s Ellie?

Where is she?

It was all her. She fought like hell to get here. 

Just take me to her. 

What surgery?

Why is she in surgery?

Cordyceps grows inside the brain. 

Find someone else. 

No. No, you take me to her. You take me to her right now! 

Please… you don’t understand. 

And I do.

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Which way?

Where is she?

I don’t have time for this. 

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Unhook her. 

I said unhook her. 

Unhook her.

Move!

Cover her arm. Fast. 

Turn around. 

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Maybe. But it isn’t for you to decide. 

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It’s alright. You’re with me. Take it slow. The drugs are still wearin’ off. 

They were runnin’ some tests on you… and some others. Turns out there’s a whole lot more like you… people that are immune. Dozens of ‘em. And the doctors, they couldn’t make any of it work. They’ve actually… They’ve stopped lookin’ for a cure. 

Raiders attacked the hospital. I barely got ya outta there. We’ll find you some new ones on the way. 

Yes. 

I’m takin’ us home. 

I’m sorry. 

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You’d just come after her. 

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Well, she got us close enough. We gotta walk the rest of the way. Probably about a five hour hike… but we can manage that. Remember?

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You know, Sarah and I used to hike like this all the time. I wouldn’t say it was her favourite thing. She wasn’t a fan of mosquitoes and such. But she was a big climber… or scamperer. That’s probably the right word. That girl… she’d see a big rock, and just… pshoo! She woulda liked you. Not to say the two of you are the same. Definitely different kids. 

Well, she was a lot more… I wanna say “girly”, and I’m not sayin’ that you’re not girly. 

Yeah, you’re not. So that. She was taller. She had a killer smile. Again, not saying that you don’t. But you know why I think she’d like you?

'Cause you’re funny. I think you would’ve made her laugh. Anyway, I bet you would’ve liked her back. 

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There ya go. Not much further now. 

That’s not on you. 

Look, sometimes things don’t work out the way we hope. You can feel like… like you’ve come to an end… and you don’t know what to do next. But if you just keep goin’... you find something new to fight for. And maybe that’s not what you want-

I swear. 

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

[miracles-and-butterflies]

How did fractured Luisa react when she find out that Pedro abused Mirabel?

*fan girl screaming* You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this question.

Very, very sickened.

Warning: sensitive topics below.

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And Yet He Shot the Fawn

Luisa almost forgot what she was meant to be doing. A hug is the furthest thing in her mind. She is too busy staring at Mirabel’s back, neck and upper arms through the tears in her blouse, now that she’s closer… it looks awful. She can see the inside of Mirabel’s neck in one of the cuts.

Some of them are deep, like slices. Some are barely there. Some raised on her skin. Some are bloody and leaking profusely. Some are pink and angry. Some are white and fading.

There isn’t a patch of skin that isn’t marked.

All this time Luisa and Camilo have mocked Mirabel’s perfect posture and stiff back and shoulders…

No wonder. She looks like she would shatter.

But how did she get these injuries?

They look too precise to be an accident or an animal. Mirabel wouldn’t get into a fight. And it’s not like she could have done it herself, the angle is wrong.

It has to be someone else. Nobody spends time alone with her…

“Abuelo did it.”

Mirabel’s coldness broke a little at the name. She paled and took a small step back.

“You are tired and stressed, Luisa. You should get some rest—”

“He did. Didn’t he?”

Mirabel shifted from one foot to the other. “He and my tutors.”

There’s been so many tutors over the years. Is that why they were replaced so quickly? Coming and going from nowhere to prevent gossip?

All those adults… adults who were trusted by their family.

“When?” Luisa asked.

“I-I lost count; I don’t know the dates… it started when I was six. It hasn’t stopped.”

Is that why her blouse is all bloody and ripped now? Is that why Abuelo had been in her room just now? Is that why he has a riding crop - even though he has never owned a horse?

Has he been using a weapon on her this whole time?

“Why?”

“You have to understand that he isn’t doing it to hurt me.” Mirabel insists. “I was making mistakes and getting emotional. He is doing it to help me. I failed. I was being a burden to our family, I had to be taught a lesson.”

She doesn’t actually believe this… does she?

“I should find our parents, or someone else in the family. They can help—”

“Nobody will care.”

“What?”

“I call them Señor and Señora. I can’t feel, Luisa. Everyone is scared of me. Or thinks I’m a heartless monster. Or both. I haven’t had a relationship with anyone since I was Antonio’s age.” Mirabel’s eyes and voice are wracked with distress; the rest of her is oddly calm. “I don’t know what it feels like to love and be loved anymore. Abuelo does not love me. He loves my gift - if it were to disappear tomorrow, he’d want nothing to do with me.”

A tear slips from her eye then.

Luisa hates herself.

She (and Camilo) have teased and mocked and bullied this girl senseless. Abuelo Pedro’s little favourite. Señorita sin corazón.

She remembers Mirabel before her ceremony, a very different girl, begging Luisa to protect her.

“I don’t want a gift,” she’d weeped under their beds, ten years ago. “I want to stay here with you in the nursery. It’s safe here.”

And fuck. She was right.

That whole thing with Isabela? All those years ago was true… Isabela wasn’t just being bossy and annoying when she’d hiss at them to stop. She knew it happened once. Does she know it’s still going on?

And their parents? How could they not know? Even if they didn’t believe Isabela back then, wouldn’t they have checked with Mirabel?

What about Tía Pepa? She heals people. She heals everyone. Didn’t she ever think it was strange how she’s never treated Mirabel in the past nine years?

“I heard the cracks that night.” Luisa gasps dramatically before she can stop herself. “I wasn’t sure with all the commotion at first. I told him when we went back into Antonio’s room. He said, ‘If you can’t use your gift correctly, I will bash your head into the wall until you do. Like a soft arepa.”

Luisa just put a hand over her mouth.

At least she’d just been made to look like she was drunk.

“He didn't say the arepa bit.” Mirabel said, flat. “I thought it would be funny. I thought if I could cry, I could smile too. I suppose not.”

Luisa felt bile in her throat.

[lizajane2]

I’m gonna pretend that I didn’t just read a post about how the Last of Us pushes the narrative of oppressing the LGBTQ+ community. Cause I’m gonna point out that Ellie is a lesbian. Their main fucking character loves women. And I’m also gonna point out that Bill is gay. Motherfucker spent his whole life in the closet up until he met Frank, they lived a full life together, those two bitches even got married. And same sex marriage wasn't even legal in 2003. and Bill didn’t see the need to live without the love of his life anymore. This show revolves around love, about having a purpose.

Also, Sarah’s death is senseless because she’s black in the show? That it pushes the agenda of sacrificing the black character for the white male lead? Okay, if we’re gonna add race into the mix then I'm gonna say this with my whole fucking chest that Pedro Pascal, who plays Joel, isn’t white. He’s not Caucasian. He was born in Chile. That man is Hispanic through and through. And Sarah dying would’ve happened regardless; wouldn't have mattered if she was white, Latina, Asian or lesbian, or fucking identified as non-binary. It would’ve happened. Sarah’s death reflects in every personal connection that is formed throughout Part One, which includes Joel and Ellie. Sam and Henry. Joel and Tommy. Tess and Joel. Bill and Frank. They all have one thing in common. Those connections give them a purpose to live, to survive. Because you bet your ass if Joel didn’t have Tess, Tommy or Ellie that man would’ve opted out years ago.

Henry and Sam dying had nothing to do with Joel and Ellie. Not a damn thing. The only thing that Joel gained from that whole situation was the realization that he does in fact fear losing Ellie. You can also see it when he's sniping Clicker's left and right to make sure she is safe. You can see it when Sam attacks her too. And Joel being the man that he's been for the last TWENTY-YEARS, before he ever met Henry and Sam, Joel is gonna protect Ellie. He's gonna make sure that NOTHING happens to Ellie so HE doesn't have to experience the pain of losing another CHILD. And this comes right back around to losing Sarah.

Henry shooting Sam and then turning the gun on himself, had more to do with their relationship, their bond. Henry didn't just lose a brother; he lost a son. And that was his first time killing someone ever. He couldn't handle the heartbreak, the remorse. He killed the one person that was his reason for living, for breathing and he didn't see a reason to go on. You lose that, what purpose do you have that world? "well, it wouldn't have happened if Joel and Ellie hadn't been there." You sure about that? It would've happened eventually. One of them would've gotten bit or died.

Now I’m not saying this shit doesn’t happen with other media cause I sure as shit agree with that. But tell me you don’t understand the actual narrative of The Last of Us without telling me you don’t understand.

[pynkgothicka]

Ａｌｌ Ａｂｏｕｔ Ｕｓ ＫＮＪ

Synopsis - You run away with your boyfriend, but the road life takes a toll on you and Namjoon.

a/n: I hate this but now I'm moving onto recs! Also the old guy is Pedro Pascal....

Tags/Warnings: GUN VIOLENCE, consensual sex, VIOLENCE AGAINST READER, Yelling, GASLIGHTING

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“You got everything ready?” You hopped in the car, your boyfriend in the drivers seat. It was late at night damn near 12 in the morning. But you had to leave, you couldn't take your mom's boyfriend anymore. He was practically suffocating you, and you weren't even related to him. And surprisingly Namjoon had wanted to leave after a big blow out with his family.

“I'm sick of this shit, we would be so happier if it was just us.” You has ranted on the phone earlier, holed up in your room.

“Who said it couldn't be?” Those words sealed you fate and so you packed a bag and decided to run away with him.

Snapping out of your trance of recollection of the days previous events“Yeah. Of course.” You said looking back at your house.

“Good, I'm gonna drive until I find a good place for us to crash.” Namjoon leaned in kissing on your forehead before pulling off. You found yourself looking back, but Namjoon had a firm grip on your thigh rubbing reassuringly.

A gust of cold air brushed over you, shivering slightly. You only had a backpack with all the things you could carry, and from that you pulled out a blanket. Spreading it over you, finally resting your hand on your boyfriend's. It was so intimate and you couldn't wish to be anywhere else.

“Are you sure you have everything figured out baby?” You asked letting out a yawn. His jaw clenched, but he have a small hum. “Okay… I just wanted to know.” You said sleep heavy on your eyes.

“Sleep baby. I'll wake you up when I've found something okay?”

“Mhmm… Nighty Night.” Namjoon chuckled humming one again.

🌄

When you woke up Namjoon was shaking you awake, his bag in hand. “Hmm?” You yawned out stretching the sleep from your bones.

“Wake up sleepy head. I got us a motel to crash at for the night.” He reached for your bag as well hoisting it over his shoulder. You nodded before getting up sleep evident in every movement. Joon smiled before reaching for your hand, leading you up to your shared room for the night. He pulled out a pair of keys and opened the door, a large bed and tv in the room. It was so well cleaned and you couldn't wait to finally get cleaned up, your body covered in a phantom layer of sweat.

“Okay, this is above motel average.” You laughed falling back on the bed. You looked up at the ceiling smiling once more. Joon dropped your bags next to the bad, and climbed on laying next to you, wrapping a firm hand on your waist. He kisses your forehead, “Aw stop!” You giggle as he kisses your face all over.

“Nuh huh, say the magic words.”

“Please! Please!” You said laughing, your face covered in cherry chapstick. “I love you… Thanks for getting me out of there.”

“No, Thank you for agreeing to this. I didn't think you'd want to do this, but I'm happy you did.” He said giving a deep smile. You smiled back planting a small kiss on his lips. You got up going for your bag, Namjoon groaning out. “Noo, don’t go.” He whined.

“I have to! You dont want to cuddle with a dirty girlfriend. Go ahead and find something on TV for us to watch.” You grabbed a set of pajamas and underwear, heading to the bathroom. “I'll be right back baby.”

You closed the door and sat your clothes on the sink and looked the the mirror. Jesus you really needed to take a bath. But you went for your phone instead already seeing the long list of messages and calls from the day of travel.

Mom: Where are you??

Mom: This isn’t a joke, please come home!

Mom: Hes gone. I know you never liked him but hes gone, so come home. I need you please.

You began to tear up looking at the messages. Your mother never did anything wrong, it was all him. But you couldn't turn back now, Namjoon wanted to leave his family too. So why return to your life and leave him, what you knew for a fact the love of our life all, alone? So you placed the phone face down and began to undress, hoping the shower could wash away all your guilt.

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“Fuck, take it. Fuckin take it.” Namjoons hips hit your chin, his cock buried in your throat. Drool pooled down your chin. You couldn't barely leave the shower before Namjoon was on you. “Shit I'm about to cum, I'm about to cum, take it!” He his slammed into your face one more time, his hand digging into your hair eagerly. Cum shot down your throat, and you swallowed It all. He pulled out, patting a spot on the bed for you to sit.

But you had other things in mind, going to his lap. And you pushed him back moving to kiss his lips. “You taste good with me on your tongue.” He mumbled against your lips.

“I’m happy you like it.”

“I love it.” He then thrusted his thick cock into your tight cunt. You both let out a loud moan and you began to raise your hips, riding him with vigor. He thrusted into you, meet you halfway. “I love this, I love you!”

“I love you too, so much baby.” You fell on him, his hips moving in a phantom motion. You could feel your orgasm build slowly and then feel that slowly work and and throwing your head back and came. Namjoon laughed and kept moving, chasing his own orgasm.

“I'm coming again baby!” He slammed your hips down shooting his load deep into you. You both fell together, breathing heavy. “That… that was amazing. Think about how often we can do this now…” Then you snapped back to the reality of it all. But you put on a front and smiled nodding as well.

If only he knew.

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“Look at this baby.” Namjoon reached into one of his many stolen bags. Often you'd do this, just pull on the side of the road and rest for a minute.

He'd just stolen a bunch of stuff from some store and left you in the car. You barely kept track of what he's stolen. Your mind was elsewhere 24/7.

Due to being unstable financially on your own, the two of you turned to a life of crime. Nothing major on your behalf, usually just hiding stuff or sitting in the car, however it was all spurred on by Namjoon and his desire for more and better.

He held up a cute babydoll lingerie and put it up to your form. “Imagine this, we’re in a nice hotel and your doing a striptease for me, then,” He leaned into your ear smiling, “I fuck you so hard you forget your own name.” You slap at his shoulder, moving to look away from him.

The road was empty and bare, only desert surrounding the two of you. The view was gorgeous but more and more you craved the sense of stability, the view of the road making you nauseous at times. Often you stared into that deep abyss, craving that warmth of your own home.

“Joon?”

“What's wrong? I was just j-”

“Why can't we ever just settle? Get a job? Or even stay at a trusted relative?”

“Why would you want that? Don't you like it being just us?” He asked back putting the flimsy dress in the back.

“Namjoon, we steal everything. We're a bunch of thieves! We don't have to be that don't you see?” You start talking with ur hands, empathizing your point.

“Look at all this stuff, we would never have been able to afford this!” He yelled back. His lit up a cigarette, in which you hated.

“Joon baby. You never fucking smoke. You NEVER smoke. Your picking up bad habits, all because of this fucking life. Baby you can stay with me and my mom, I just want to go home.” You lowered your voice head in your hands.

“Bad habits? Bad habits?! We don't need your mom. You don't need her, you need me. You've been needing me, it's what's best for you. And all I care about is you and m-”

“Me!? What's best for me?! I miss my mom, do you realize what I left behind for this? For you?!” You yelled. “You know what I don't need this. I'm getting my OWN way back home no matter how long it takes.” You grabbed your bag leaving everything he stole.

You couldn't do this, you needed to get out of this.

“The fuck are you going?!” You heard the door slam open and shut but you kept walking speeding up. You heard his steps get closer and you kicked it into full throttle speeding up and trying to outrun your boyfriend.

You refuse to keep up with his crime based life.

“If you cared you'd take me home. So I'm fucking going. Good. Fuckin. Bye.” You turned around and you saw him dig in his pocket, picking up a gun. “SHIT! SHIT!” You yelled and began to hurry quickly.

You see a truck coming up on the road and you move to the middle of the road to try and flag down it's driver. The truck comes to a complete stop and you get in the trunk, and banged on the back window.

Namjoon had the hand gun and was ready to shoot the driver no matter what. “FUCK! Drive!!” You yelled, and the truck took off, with you in the trunk. A bullet hit the back window and you saw your boyfriend fade into nothingness.

🌄

You took a deep breath as the man stopped at a gas station. He walked from out of his car and towards the trunk holding out his hand to lift you up and out.

“So do you mind telling me what that was about?”

“Sir I'm so sorry, me and my boyfrie-” The man cut you off with a hand eyes going wide.

“Wait. Your that girl. Dear Lord your mommas worried sick about you. She's been all over the news asking for you. Don't worry imma bring you home.” He passed you five dollars, and you took looking confused. Yet relieved, he was such a generous man, bringing you to where you always wanted to go. “Go get yourself something to eat while I fill up my tank.”

“Thank you! Oh my God thank you so much!” You gave him a firm hug before running off into the station itself. You walked from aisle to aisle, finally seeing a bag of chips. You picked them up smiling before grabbing a soda, walking up to the front of the store. You handed the man your snacks, anxiously folding the money in your hands.

“Where the fuck is my girl?!” You knew that voice anywhere.

“I have no clue what your talking about.” They were so loud, more like Namjoon was loud. And that could only mean the worst.

“Don't fuckin play with me I'm gonna give you one last time. Where Is she?”

“I told you man, I-"

Your jumped up as a loud bang rung outside. The older guy looked too you and motioned you to get behind the counter in which you quickly obliged, ducking back covering your mouth.

You knew you couldn't get away from him.

He'd found you.

The door shot open the smell of cigarettes tainting the air. It was a smell that Namjoon had garnered over the course of running away. He smoked whenever he became stressed, a habit he just picked back up on.

“Sir I'm going to need you to go. Or I'll call the po-”

BANG!

The man collapsed down, eye blown out and brain exposed. You let out a silent gasp moving closer to the gate allowing you to escape from behind the counter.

“Where the fuck are you?!” Joon yelled, his breathing harsher. “All this bloodshed just because you don't wanna embrace what we got!” You crawled, avoiding Namjoon as he stood in the back of the store, slowly looking for you. You crawled more walking towards the exit Namjoon still in the back. You shot up and opened the door running back to the man's truck. His body laid, eye shot in. A sharp gasp was let out, but you had no time to think about that.

A gun shot whizzed past your head and you fucked ankle giving out. You tried to get back up and retain your balance but that was quickly thwarted as Namjoon shot again.

This time the bullet landing straight into your calf.

You screamed out falling to the ground completely, but with that little once of fight left you dragged your body along, front portion of your body getting scratched up in the process.

But you weren't fast enough as Namjoon grabbed your injured leg and flipped you to your back. He stood over you straching his head with the nozzle of his gun. “Now. I'm giving you two options. You either come with me, or you bleed out or have a fucking untreated infection. Which is it gonna be?”

“Fuck!! Fu, uckkk!! Go with you! I'll go with you!!” You sobbed out, your crey for help breaking and meshing with your cries. He smiled at you before grabbing you at your waist. He hauled you over his shoulder, your body going limp as you succumb to your wounds, darkness taking over your vision.

“Your getting so punished for this stunt.”

[prettyseaveins]

Lover Boy, Lover Girl - R.R.

Ryan Ross x female!reader one shot

SFW / No warnings 

word count: 748

Summary: a small snippet into a random morning with Ryan Ross

“Ryan, did you hear what the fuck is going on with the government?” you asked, your body leaning against an arm of their shared couch as you held a cup of coffee. A look of disbelief was on your face as your boyfriend sat down beside you, letting his eyes fall on the screen you stared at. “This literally means that the government is gonna start controlling our brains or some shit because they want to block the media we consume—which is complete and utter bullshit! What the fuck? Does this mean I am no longer going to be able to sing about socialism and shit?”

“I think you’ll be able to sing about your idealistic world of anti-capitalism and love for me no matter what the government says,” he smiled comfortingly at you and let a hand rub your thigh soothingly. “This probably won’t even pass. Do you even hear how dumb they sound? She asked him if some dumb meme caused kids to become communists. I think we’ll be fine.”

“I guess you’re right, but also, who said I sang about loving you? For all you know, I could be singing about my love for Pedro Pascal or another celebrity crush that is ranking high on the list. Who knows, it could even be one of your friends from a different band. What was that bassist that took over Jon’s spot? Austin, was it? Or maybe his name was Antonio?” You put a finger up to your chin, tapping it as you faked your pondering. “Oh, I remember! Dallon is his name! Isn’t he a part of some big and famous band now? Supposedly even better than that band you used to be in?” Before you could utter another word, Ryan grabbed the coffee out of your hands and pushed his free hand into your side, starting to tickle you.

“You better plead for mercy,” he said, continuing to tickle you as you giggled and thrashed around. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You were right! All my songs are about you and not some stupidly gorgeous hunk!” Another fit of giggles and laughter left your lips as he continued to harass your side with wiggling fingers. “I said you were right! Please, have mercy on my soul!” After a couple more seconds of tickling, Ryan stopped and let you be free of the punishment.

“Thank you for admitting I was right,” he took a quick sip out of your mug, grimacing at the taste. “You put way too much creamer in here.”

“Yeah, well it wasn’t for you, it was for me,” you sat up and grabbed the mug from him before taking a sip of your own coffee. “I could make you a cup if you want. One that has less sugar for your poor old soul.”

“You can’t be mean to me anymore. I have fingers of steel that could tickle you for eons to come,” he wiggled his fingers to try and prove just how serious he was, but it only resulted in a cringe from you.

“Okay, lover boy. I’m gonna make you a cup of coffee so I can hopefully get that image out of my head,” you stood up and started walking to the kitchen, setting down your own mug to start making Ryan’s. “And can you please change the channel? I would love to stop thinking about how the world is coming to an end for one second.”

“As you wish,” he picked up the remote and flicked it to a different channel, letting a random episode of Friends play as you made him coffee. “Make sure to use the mushroom house mug.”

“You mean the only mug you ever use? Technically, it isn’t even your mug, I’m the one that bought it,” you countered, finishing making his coffee before walking back to the living room and passing the mug to him. “I made sure to keep it extra disgusting.”

“Just because I like my coffee actually tasting like coffee doesn’t mean it’s disgusting. Also, I will forever be denying the fact that this was ever your mug. They are forever mine,” you rolled your eyes at his statement and grabbed your own mug, it coincidentally originally owned by your boyfriend, before taking your own sip.

“Whatever you say, nerd,” you giggled and let yourself sink next to Ryan, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, lover girl,” he said softly, peacefully watching the television with you.

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A/N: I just wanted to create more ryan ross content so i wrote this lol. i’m gonna write more so drop suggestions if u want to ! thank you :)

[pedroslass]

confessions.

authors note: hehe first post. if you have any suggestions lemme know !

pedro pascal x f reader :)

warnings: talk about loss of a family member, trauma. smoking. but two cuties n just fluff

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the door opened with a loud creak, making you cringe. it was way to early in the morning to be making to much noise. 2am to be exact, your apartment complex is extremely sensitive to the amount of noise someone makes. you tiptoed in trying to avoid making noise, your roommate wouldn’t be too happy you disturbing them from their deep slumber. as you thought. taking off your coat and shoes you looked behind you, jumping a little as you saw your roomie sat on the sofa.

“pedro what are you doin? it’s two in the morning you should be in bed” a cloud of smoke caught your attention, you began moving to the sofa. a small grunt being heard from the man, making a smile creep it’s way into your face.

“i cant sleep, ‘was worried about you.” the familiar feeling came back, your face feeling ever so warm. “how come your so late, hun” standing in front of him you smiled, he was shirtless. you admire his body, he’s a beautiful man, well he was more then beautiful. always making you happy, smile and allowing you to feel safe. you took the tobacco filled stick from his mouth and placed it between your lips, taking a long drag. blowing it out you sat down next to him, stretching you legs across him.

“well” you gave it back to him “today was a little shitty, so after i finished the rest of my work i-i went to see my mum. i needed to let it all out yano, it’s been a while and she’s really been on my mind. it’s been the worst week so far”

about a year ago, you lost your mother. it didn’t affect you as much when she passed, you have never had a wonderful relationship with you mother. you two even stopped speaking for months n months, but recently it is all that has been on your mind.

“hey talk to me hun, what’s happened today?” pedro asked, placing his hand in yours and taking another long drag of that cigarette. you threw your head back, sighing loudly. it wasn’t because he asked you what was up, it’s just explaining things wasn’t exactly your strong point.

“my manager is just pushing me too much recently, all these modeling companies are asking me to do shoots but they are way to far, like showing off my arse type of far” you leaned in closer to pedro “don’t get me wrong i love my job, i really do, but my manager is making me sign up to all of these. i wanna say no and i wanna tell them how i feel but i’m a people pleaser and i cant bring myself to do it”

pedro put the cigarette out, pulling you closer to him. your head rested under his chin. he kissed the very top of your head comforting you “listen sweetheart, this job is a difficult job. you know it, and because it’s so difficult you need to be able to tell them what you want and don’t want to do. i know it’s difficult hun, but you need to. keeping all of these emotions to yourself isn’t healthy, tell your manager okay? they may not even realise what they are doing is wrong”

you pulled your head away from his shoulder, looking up at him. “thank you pedro” smiling at him, he smiled back kissing your forehead. “right now, let’s watch a movie. your choice mi amour” the name gave you butterflies, however you tried your hardest to cover it up.

taking the remote, you flicked through channels finding what to put on. nothing. of course. the room was silent.

“do you just wanna go to bed, it is two in the morning” pedro suggested “stay in my bed” he said with a sly smirk.

jesus. you couldn’t hide it from the man anymore. for months you have had the biggest crush on the man, daydreaming about him, actually having dreams about the man, relieving yourself thinking about him. it was getting harder to keep the thoughts of him outta your head. you first met pedro when you did a shoot for calvin klein, the two of you clicking instantly. at the beginning you were just friendly, but after numerous times of hanging out with one another, living together. it turned into a more flirty relationship, both of you teasing, cuddling, small pecks on each others faces.

“of course, i do most nights silly” standing up in unison, you looked at him. well, stared. he’s so gorgeous, you thought to yourself, taking in the sight of his body, his messy locks and that beautiful face. you realised you may have looked a little creepy staring at him, so you looked away almost too quickly.

but what you didn’t know is that pedro was doing the same thing.

waking down the hall to his room you stretched your arms above your head, once reaching the room you opened the door. the smell of your favourite cologne hit you, pedro smelt amazing all the time. always wearing the best scents. taking small steps into his room, pedro followed.

“here ya go princess” lord have mercy. hearing him call you that ALWAYS makes you crumble.

turning towards him, you were met with a shirt hitting you. catching it before it hit the ground, you looked at him “thank ya handsome” the name slipped from you mouth, eyes widening a little.

“ahh that’s a new one, i like it” smiling, you turned around. your back facing him. you took off your shirt, pealing it from you body. it felt amazing having the air hit your body. you pulled pedros shirt over your head, it fell to you mid thighs.

perfect length. you pulled down your joggers, making sure you don’t exactly bend over too far. you turned around to pedro, who’s eyes were already on you. he was definitely watching you. he was stood there in nothing but boxers. you looked at his body.

“how do i look?” he walked over to you smirking “perfect as always hun. let’s get in” he took your hand and pulled you over to his bed allowing you to get in first. you crawled across the bed to get to your side of the bed. feeling his eyes burn into the back of you. you shuffled under the covers, pulling them up. you moved onto your side.

pedro followed suit, he lay on his back “c’mere” he said, extending his arm. you wriggled next to him, placing your head on his chest, wrapping your arm around his waist. his fingers traced various shapes on your arms.

“are you okay? your heart is beating quite quick” you asked worried, lifting your head to look at him “you k-kinda have that effect on me amour” you both looked into each others eyes.

“as do you” pedro looked at your eyes then you lips “do it” you whispered to him. he leaned into you pressing his lips against yours, your hand reached up towards his cheek. deepening the kiss. you both pulled back to smile.

“i’ve been waiting for you to do that for so long pedro” he adores when you say his name. he kisses you again. this one a little more heated, he wraps his arm around you, holding onto your hips. your head is now resting on the pillow with pedro on top. you both admire each other. pedro really wanted to go further with you however, he really wants to take things slow with you.

he gets off of you, lying down. he pulls the covers back over the both of you. he kisses you once more before holding you in his arms.

you are so incredibly happy !