andy-15-07

[andy-15-07]

Hello! Would you write a girlfriendxpaulmescal fic where he takes for to a Gaelic football game and he is trying to explain what is going on?

Gaelic Games & Stolen Kisses

PAIRING:Paul Mescal x reader

WORD COUNT: 688 requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Paul Mescal Masterlis

The stadium was buzzing with life when Paul guided you to your seats, a hand on the small of your back.

"You alright?" he asked, smiling as he looked down at you.

You squinted at the pitch. "I have no idea what’s happening already."

He chuckled. "That's okay. I'm your translator for the day."

"Good. Because this just looks like rugby, football, and chaos had a baby."

"That's… honestly accurate."

You sat, trying to absorb the scene. Players were bouncing the ball, running, passing, and occasionally booting it halfway across the field.

"Okay, explain," you said.

"So—those big posts?" Paul pointed. "If the ball goes over the bar, between the tall bits, it's one point. If it goes under, into the net? Goal. That's three points."

"And they're allowed to use their hands?"

"Yes, but there's rules. They can catch it, hand-pass it, bounce it once, but then they have to solo."

"Solo?"

"Drop it onto your foot and kick it back to your hand. See—like that!" He pointed excitedly.

You watched a player do just that while being chased by two defenders. "That's… so complicated."

"It’s skill, babe. Pure Irish magic."

You leaned toward him. "You sure you're not just making this up to impress me?"

Paul smirked. "Wouldn't need to, love."

A loud cheer erupted and he jumped up, clapping. "Yes! That’s a point for our lads."

"Just one?"

"Yep. Over the bar. One point."

"And a goal’s three, right?"

He turned, eyes gleaming. "You're already learning!"

"I’m trying. I want to impress your family."

"You’re already their favorite. My mum keeps asking when you’ll move back with me."

"Tempting," you murmured, watching another wild play unfold. "I could get used to this… kind of."

Paul laughed. "We’ll make a true GAA fan out of you yet."

You watched a player kick the ball into the net with a roar from the crowd. "That’s a goal!"

He turned to you, surprised. "Look at you!"

"Three points. I get it now."

He leaned in, his breath warm at your ear. "So proud. Might kiss you right here."

You smiled. "Do it and we might end up on the jumbotron."

"And what a view that would be," he teased.

At halftime, he bought you a tea and a packet of Taytos, placing them in your hands like treasures.

"You good?" he asked.

"Great. Still confused, but great."

"Want a quiz?"

"Hit me."

"Okay. You bounce the ball, then what?"

"Solo. Or pass."

"Yes! Next—how many players on each team?"

You blinked. "Oh no."

"Fifteen," he said, grinning. "Including goalkeeper."

You groaned. "How am I supposed to remember all this?"

"You don't have to. Just cheer when I cheer and you'll be grand."

In the second half, things got more intense. A fight nearly broke out. You clutched Paul’s arm.

"Are they allowed to just—push each other like that?"

He winced. "Eh… depends on the ref. It gets feisty."

"No kidding."

Then someone punched the ball over the bar from what looked like an impossible angle.

"That was gorgeous," Paul whispered.

You turned to him, watching his eyes light up. "You really love this."

He nodded. "Played it all through school. It's in the blood."

You smiled. "I’m glad you brought me. This is wild."

He squeezed your knee. "You haven’t even seen a final yet."

As the clock wound down and his team scored a last-minute point, the entire crowd jumped to their feet.

Paul turned to you, flushed and laughing. "That’s it. We won!"

"By one point?"

"One beautiful, perfect point."

He wrapped his arms around you, spinning you a little. You laughed, breathless.

"Okay, okay, I get it now," you said. "This is your football."

"Exactly."

"And next time, I’m painting my face."

He beamed. "You’re a dream."

As you left the stadium, he reached for your hand. “So, you’d come again?”

You nodded. “Only if you keep explaining everything.”

He laughed. “Deal. But next time? You’re getting a jersey.”

You grinned. “Only if it says ‘Paul’s girl’ on the back.”

He stopped walking and kissed you, right there in the middle of the crowd.

“Done.”

[andy-15-07]

could you write dad!pedro. anything. surprise me! 🫶

Built from Nineteen

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1432 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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A/n:Hi, I thought I'd make a fic with Grandpa Pedro, I hope you like it.

You slide on your sunglasses and glance over at Pedro, who’s tapping the steering wheel with a restless energy only he can sustain. “You sure you don’t want me to drive?” you tease, gripping his hand.

He shakes his head, a grin spreading beneath his scruffy beard. “Nope. Today you’re the co-pilot, Mrs. Pascal. Our granddaughter’s here.”

Your chest tightens at the words. Granddaughter. It still feels surreal. After thirty-one years of marriage,married at nineteen, you remind each other often,life has an uncanny way of looping back on itself. Now, at fifty, you’re both waiting outside the maternity ward while your eldest, Isabella, welcomes her first child into the world.

“Want to talk about the others?” you ask, nodding toward the backseat where your two youngest are sprawled on the folded-down seats of the SUV. Lucas, twenty-six, is texting, already plotting a visit to the hospital; Diego, twenty-three, is reading some sci-fi novel, head bobbing as the car idles. And Mia, your fifteen-year-old, is asleep in the middle, her long hair splayed across both seats. You both laugh quietly,Mia’s Sunday afternoon naps are legendary.

Pedro shifts to look at you. “What about the way you made me ask your father for permission to marry you?” His eyes twinkle with mischief.

You roll your eyes, smiling. “He was terrifying. I almost begged you to drop me off at home and call it off.”

He grins wider. “Then you would have denied me the best twenty-seven years of my life.”

You squeeze his hand. “Twenty-seven years married, plus the two years we were engaged. Twenty-nine! You did wait for me.”

A sudden vibration: your phone buzzes. You glance down. A text from Isabella: Pushing now. Wish us luck! You breathe in. “She’s starting to push.”

Pedro exhales. “Here we go.” He hits the lock and pushes the car door open with a flourish. “Let’s greet Grandma and Grandpa Hotel!” he declares, making you laugh as you both hop out.

Inside the brightly lit corridor of the maternity ward, the sterile scent contrasts sharply with the warmth of anticipation bubbling in your chest. You approach the nurses’ station; the young woman behind the counter welcomes you by name. “Mrs. Pascal, Mr. Pascal, she’s doing great. They’re prepping the newborn for a quick check before you head in.”

You exchange a glance with Pedro, who looks just as giddy as you feel. Behind you, Lucas and Diego tumble through the doors, scanning for you with sleepy eyes, until they spot the Pascal trademark excitement. “Wait, we get to meet our niece?” Lucas asks, straightening in sudden alertness.

“Your niece, yes,” you confirm, tapping your son’s shoulder. “But more importantly, she’s our first grandbaby.”

Diego’s jaw drops. “Grandbaby. Dude.”

“Seriously,” you say, brushing past him. “Fifty years old. Four kids, and now the next generation.”

Mia, who’s rubbing sleep from her eyes, leans forward. “Why do I feel like I’ve been waiting nineteen years for this?” she murmurs, voice drowsy but face lighting up.

Pedro chuckles. “You’ve got the right idea, kiddo.”

The nurse returns with a swaddled bundle,pink and soft and Mom and Dad peek around the corner of the nursery window. Your heart lurches as you step forward; Pedro puts an arm around your shoulders.

There she is: a tiny head crowned with chestnut hair, little fists curled against her cheeks, slated for greatness. You catch Pedro holding back tears; his voice cracks as he asks, “Isabella? Can we...can we see her?”

A nurse lifts the cover and opens the door. “Just for a minute,” she says gently. “She’s doing well.”

You step in, Pedro just behind you. Your eyes meet and you both let your hand rest on the incubator’s edge. “Hey, little one,” you whisper, leaning forward. “I’ve been waiting nineteen years for you.” You reach in, careful to slide on the tiny glove, and touch her tiny palm. She grips your finger.

Pedro clears his throat. “I’m ...I’m Grandpa Pedro.”

You laugh softly. “You’re Grandpa Pedro.” Turning to him, you add, “You did promise to go by Grandpa Pedro instead of Pop-Pop.”

He nods gravely. “Important distinction.” He shrugs, eyes brimming. “Pop-Pop is too… cat-like.”

Mia scoots up next to you, peering at the baby’s face. “She’s perfect.”

Diego shuffles in behind her. “She’s got Mom’s cheeks.”

Lucas ducks in by Pedro’s side. “And Dad’s strong grip.” He lightly squeezes her hand, marveling.

Isabella appears in the doorway,pale but triumphant,supported by Chris, her husband. She’s crying; you rush forward to embrace her. “You did it,” you whisper into her hair.

She nods, tears falling. “She’s healthy. She’s ours.”

Chris offers a sheepish smile. “We named her Emma.”

Emma. Simple, sweet. You feel a surge of emotion. “Emma,” you repeat. “Welcome.”

Pedro bends, kisses Isabella’s forehead, then Chris’s shoulder. “We are so proud.”

Behind you, the nurse clears her throat. “Time’s up. We’ll be bringing baby Emma back in a bit.”

You step out of the nursery, your arms still full of joy. The hall seems to glow, as if the fluorescent lights are basking in newborn radiance. Outside, you find a visitors’ chair; Pedro seats you, and you sink in, letting the moment wash over you.

“Can you believe we’re grandparents?” you ask, and he wraps an arm around you

“I can,” he says, “but it still feels like a dream.”

You smile against his shoulder. “Do you remember our wedding day?”

He chuckles, voice soft. “You telling me to look confident even though my nerves were betraying me.”

“You had that ridiculous grin.” You sit up. “Tell them what happened.”

He grins at your prompting, then clears his throat for effect. “So I’m standing at the altar, right? And then I suddenly realize… I forgot the rings.”

You laugh, high and delighted. “Oh, God! You were mortified.”

Pedro nods solemnly. “I literally patted every pocket before, and then,nothing. I whispered to you, ‘They’re missing.’ And you just looked at me and said, ‘Give me your jacket.’”

You grin. “I found them in your boot.”

He chuckles, warm. “The one with the scorpion embroidered on it.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. “We were married in a blaze of improvised vows, the rings slipped on with tears and laughter.”

“Exactly,” he says, lifting your hand and kissing your knuckles. “We’ve been winging it ever since.”

You nudge him. “Agreed. And look at us now: winging it with four kids, a granddaughter, a 15-year-old who steals our snacks…”

Mia’s voice drifts from down the hall: “Mom? Dad? When can I meet her?!”

You grin, standing up. “Right now."

Back in the nursery, you’re the first to circle back in. The room feels quieter than before, shadows dancing on the walls. Nurses bustle softly, and Emma is swaddled in a pastel blanket. You approach with reverence.

Pedro steps beside you. He whispers, “Her little face wrinkles when she sleeps.”

You nod, enchanted. “She seems peaceful.” You lean forward and hum a lullaby,one you sang to your own children,which earns a tiny twitch of Emma’s finger.

Pedro watches, eyes shining. “That sound… it’s us, you know? It’s our family echoing

You rest your hand on his, pressing it to your heart. “All those years ago, we never imagined this moment.”

He smiles. “But we always believed it.”

The door opens and Isabella slips in. “Mind if I join?” she asks quietly.

You wave her forward and she sits on the little rocking chair. Chris stands behind, hand resting on her shoulder.

Isabella’s voice is soft. “I’ve dreamed of this day since I was ten.” She looks at Emma, tears glistening. “She’s exactly what I hoped.”

You squeeze her arm. “You’re a mother. My girl… you’ve grown.”

Chris speaks for the first time. “Thank you,both of you— or everything.”

Pedro squeezes Chris’s hand. “No, thank you for making us grandparents.”

It feels like a promise,an unspoken pledge that the circle continues. You glance at your wristwatch. “We should get back and tell the others.”

Isabella nods and stands, cradling Emma. “Come on,” she says. “Let’s go say hi to Marco and Lucia, too.”

You follow her out into the hall, but pause at the doorway. You turn to Pedro. “Hand in hand, like always?”

He offers his arm. “Like always.”

You link yours through his, stepping out together, hearts full. Outside, you’ll meet Lucas, Diego, and Mia, full of excitement, and everyone will crowd around Emma. But right now, in this fleeting quiet, you share a look that says more than words: nineteen-year-olds dreaming big, now fifty-year-old keepers of a legacy, welcoming the next generation with open arms. And it is perfect.

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[andy-15-07]

Can i please request a lucius verus aurelius (paul's character in gladiator) where he becomes emperor and takes reader as his wife (she could be a noble or a servant, up to you) and then they adopt a puppy 🥺

Empire’s Embrace

PAIRING: Lucius Verus Aurelius x f!reader

WORD COUNT:1717 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

The twilight over Rome shimmered in hues of burning gold and soft purple as Lucius Verus Aurelius,newly acclaimed Emperor,strolled through the palace gardens. The grandeur of the newly won power felt both exhilarating and fragile, yet one thought steadied his beating heart: you. In a world ruled by ambition and duty, he’d found solace in your gentle wisdom, and in that quiet bond, he knew he wanted to build an empire of love as much as rule one of lands.

Earlier that day, in the quiet solitude of the Senate Hall, Lucius had received word of your noble lineage and gentle spirit. Yet, it wasn’t just the shimmering titles that caught his attention; it was the memory of your genuine smile and the earnest conversation you two had shared after a charity banquet. To the people, you were known as a noblewoman of kind heart, but to him, you were the quiet strength that made his burden as Emperor feel lighter.

That evening in the gardens, as the fragrance of blooming roses perfumed the night air, Lucius found you seated by a stone bench, gently stroking a small woven basket that held a bundle of embroidered linens,a gift he knew you’d cherish. As you looked up, your eyes meeting his, a radiant smile spread across your face.

“Lucius,” you said softly, your tone laced with both respect and affection, “I am glad the day has ended in peace, despite all the challenges.”

He sat beside you, his dark eyes shining with an intensity that belied the calm posture. “You always know how to bring tranquility to my restless soul,” he replied, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. “My heart, since the moment our paths crossed, I have sought you above all else.”

Your hand found his, your voices blending in a tender duet of shared hopes. “Then share your dreams with me, Emperor,” you whispered, “Tell me of the future you envision.”

Lucius leaned in, his voice low and earnest. “I dream of a world where justice reigns as surely as the sun rises. But more than that, I dream of a family,a home built on our love. You, my beloved, shall be my wife, and together we shall usher in an era of peace.”

Before you could answer, footsteps approached along the marble path. It was Titus, a trusted advisor, whose face bore the marks of both duty and joy. “My Emperor, the people rejoice at your accession,” he announced brightly. “The Senate praises you, and they eagerly anticipate that you will solidify your union with the noblewoman you hold dear.”

Lucius smiled at the news and turned once more to you. “They say our union will bring hope to Rome,” he said, his tone playful yet sincere, “But truly, it is our bond that will light the way forward.”

You laughed softly. “Then let our love be the beacon that guides your empire.”

Later that week, in a grand celebration held in the opulent atrium of the palace, the moment finally arrived. Amidst a throng of noblemen, senators, and friends, Lucius stood on a carved podium. The assembled audience buzzed with excitement as he began his address.

“People of Rome,” he proclaimed, his voice resonant and clear, “today I stand not only as your Emperor but as a man whose heart has been forever transformed by the love of a remarkable soul.” His eyes swept across the crowd until they rested on you. “I ask you now to share in our joy as I take my beloved wife, whose kindness and strength have enriched my life beyond measure.”

The room erupted in applause and cheers as you stepped forward, your hand clasped in his. In the midst of the celebration, dialogue flowed like music among the guests.

“Look at them,” murmured Gaius, one of the high-ranking patricians, to his companion. “Their love is the stuff of legends.”

Marcia, a close friend of yours from childhood, beamed. “I always believed you were destined for greatness. And now, with Lucius by your side, there is no limit.”

Even among the senators, gruff yet sincere words were exchanged. “May your reign be as long as your love is deep,” grunted one elder, his voice roughened by years of speeches.

Between the revelry and toasts, Lucius and you found little private moments amid the celebration. Later that evening, after the banquet had wound down and the guests retired to their private chambers, the two of you wandered to a quiet terrace overlooking the city. The air was cool, and the night sky sparkled like diamonds over Rome’s ancient sprawl.

“I still cannot believe the day has come,” you whispered, your voice tremulous with emotion. “I never thought I would stand here, hand in hand with an Emperor, knowing that our love has defied all expectations.”

Lucius pulled you close, his gaze softening. “My love,” he said gently, “the journey has been arduous, and yet every moment has led me to you. You are the center of my universe, and in you I have found a reason to lead with compassion.”

In the quiet intimacy of the terrace, your dialogue deepened as you shared hopes, fears, and dreams. “Tell me,” you asked, “what is it that you most desire for our future?”

He looked out across the city before his eyes met yours once more. “I desire a family,” he confessed. “A home full of laughter, love, and,if fate permits,a little puppy to chase around in the gardens of our palace.”

You laughed, a bright, musical sound that mingled with the soft rustle of the night breeze. “A puppy?” you echoed, feigning surprise. “I must admit, the thought of a mischievous little creature scurrying about our halls does bring a smile to my face.”

Lucius grinned, a glint of playful mischief in his eyes. “Yes, a small, lively companion to remind us that even in the weight of an empire, there is always room for joy and play.” His tone softened, laced with a tender promise. “Let it be a symbol of our newfound unity,an eternal reminder that love can create life and laughter even in the stern corridors of power.”

In the days that followed, as preparations for your union reached their zenith, discussions of the puppy became a cherished topic of conversation. One sunny morning in the palace gardens, you and Lucius walked arm in arm, discussing the finer points of a new beginning.

“How do you imagine our little one?” you asked, smiling as you considered the possibilities.

Lucius thought for a moment. “I imagine a small, spirited creature with boundless energy. Maybe a terrier or a mastiff mix,brave yet loyal, much like the people of Rome.” He chuckled softly. “I want our puppy to have the heart of a Roman warrior but the playful spirit of a child.”

At that moment, his advisor Titus joined you with news. “Emperor,” he said with a respectful bow, “there is word that in the markets beyond the Tiber, a stray has been found that fits your description.”

Lucius’s eyes lit up. “A stray, you say?” he asked, exchanging an excited look with you. “Let us go see this little warrior.”

Later that afternoon, in a bustling market where merchants peddled their wares and the hum of everyday life filled the air, the two of you, accompanied by Titus, arrived at a modest stall. There, caged behind simple woodwork, was a small, scruffy puppy with bright eyes and a determined stance. The creature perked up at the sight of you.

“Look at him,” you exclaimed, heart swelling with affection. “He is exactly as you described,a little fighter with a spark in his eyes.”

Lucius knelt down beside the stall, extending a gentle hand toward the puppy. “Hey, little one,” he murmured, his voice soft and warm. “Will you join us on our journey of love and laughter?”

The puppy wagged its tail furiously, barking in a manner that sounded almost like a joyful welcome. Titus smiled at the exchange. “It appears the fates have smiled upon you, Emperor.”

With a decisive nod, Lucius stood up, taking the leash that had been provided. “Then this little soul shall be our companion,” he declared, looking at you with a mix of affection and triumph. “Let him be a part of our new family.”

Later, back at the palace, the puppy trotted happily at your feet as you and Lucius settled into your new life together. The halls of the palace, once echoing with formality and duty, now rang with laughter, playful barks, and conversations of hope.

In one heartwarming scene as twilight deepened over Rome, you found yourselves sitting in a grand atrium, the puppy curled contentedly between you. Lucius looked at you, his eyes conveying a thousand unspoken promises.

“My love,” he said softly, “look at what we have created,a home filled with friendship, loyalty, and even this little ball of energy.” He gently stroked the puppy’s head. “It reminds me that every decree, every challenge we face, is worthwhile when it leads to moments like this.”

You rested your head against his shoulder, your voice barely a whisper. “I never imagined that my heart could be so full. Your strength, your kindness,they have shown me that even an emperor’s heart can be gentle.”

Lucius squeezed your hand, his tone warm with conviction. “Together, we are more than the sum of our parts. Our love is our true empire, a legacy that will endure far beyond our time.”

And so, amid the splendor of Rome and the legacy of ancient power, you and Lucius forged a new destiny,a future defined by love, dialogue, and the joyful presence of a tiny, scrappy puppy. In every conversation, every tender word exchanged, you found that the true measure of power was not in the might of armies or the wealth of the empire, but in the capacity of your hearts to love unconditionally.

In the quiet of many evenings to come, as the stars reigned over the Eternal City, you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together,Emperor and wife, united by destiny, guided by love, and blessed by the playful spirit of a little puppy who reminded you that hope and joy are everlasting.

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A Lifetime of Laughter and Love

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word count:2070

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Fred and y/n had been together since that very first year at Hogwarts and every day at Weasley Wizard Wheezes reminded everyone that love and laughter were the true magic in life. The shop was bustling with customers excited by the latest prank items when Fred, his eyes bright with mischief, leaned toward y/n with a playful smile. "My love, you see the sparkle in every invention we make today? It is the same sparkle I noticed when I first saw you in the Great Hall all those years ago."

Y/n's laugh was warm and genuine. "And I remember how you made everyone around you burst into smiles with your endless ideas. You promised me a lifetime of mischief and moments that made every day feel like a new adventure." Their words were soft but filled with the energy of shared memories and dreams, spoken as easily as if they were reciting an old song together.

In a quiet corner of the shop, George arranged a new batch of joke items on the shelves while listening to their banter with fond amusement. Moments later, Ron and Ginny strolled in, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and affection. Ron glanced at Ginny and then approached George at the counter. "George, I have been wondering for ages," he began, his tone light and teasing, "how in the world did Fred and y/n manage to stay so deeply in love from very first year until now?"

Ginny nodded, adding, "We hear stories about those early days all the time and now here they are married and still creating magic together. There is something special about them that we all admire."

George gave a slow, knowing smile as he motioned for them to come closer. "It is quite the tale," he said, his voice low and rich with nostalgia. "Let us sit for a moment and I will share with you everything. It all began on a crisp autumn day in our first term when the castle seemed full of secrets and promises. Fred had already earned a reputation for his endless pranks and quick wit. That day, while most of the castle was busy with classes and chatter, fate arranged for Fred and y/n to meet in the common room after a long evening of laughter and stories."

Ron's eyes widened with interest. "You mean it was love at first laugh?"

George chuckled softly. "In a way, yes. Fred's charm was undeniable. He sauntered over to where y/n was quietly reading a book on magical inventions, and without any hesitation he said, 'I believe that a life without laughter is a life half-lived. Would you care to join me in making sure our days are full of wonder?' And y/n, with a glimmer of amusement and curiosity, replied, 'I have always believed that every great adventure begins with a spark of laughter. Let us see what mischief we can create together.' In that very moment, a bond was forged that would withstand the test of time."

Ginny leaned forward. "But how did that bond grow so strong, George? We know that sometimes the simplest beginnings hide the deepest connections."

George's eyes twinkled. "It was not just about shared jokes or pranks. It was about trust and the freedom to be completely oneself. Fred was always there to lift y/n up when classes became too burdensome and y/n was there to remind Fred that there was beauty in every carefully crafted prank. I recall one rainy afternoon when Fred was sulking over a failed scheme that had ended with a soaked suit and a ruined plan. You all thought he would retreat into his humor, but y/n sat by him in that cold, damp corridor and said, 'I adore your wild ideas, even if they sometimes fail. What matters is that we dare to dream together.' And Fred, with those eyes full of gratitude and love, replied, 'I could not have imagined a better partner to turn failures into laughter and misfortune into a fond memory.'"

Ron shook his head in wonder. "It is incredible to think that all these years, while we kept our feelings hidden behind our own secret crushes on Hermione and Harry, you two had a love that never wavered."

Ginny added softly, "We always wondered how you managed to keep your connection so pure and strong, even with all the chaos of Hogwarts around you."

Fred, overhearing the conversation from behind the counter, walked over with y/n close by. "Now that you mention it," Fred said with a grin, "I must say that our secret is not magic at all. It is simply the result of choosing to laugh together every single day."

Y/n reached up to gently squeeze Fred's hand. "Indeed, it is the everyday moments – the late-night planning of pranks, the whispered jokes during long library sessions, and the comfort of knowing that no matter how wild the world around us gets, we will always have each other. Do you remember when we nearly turned Professor Flitwick's hair rainbow for a week?"

Fred laughed heartily. "I remember every detail. I recall your face when the colors danced in the breeze, and your laughter lit up the room like a thousand spells. That day, I learned that our love was built not on grand gestures but on shared delight in the simplest joys."

George continued, his voice soft as he recalled the early days. "There were many moments when you both could have given up on all the risks, but instead you doubled down on your mischief and on each other. When others were afraid to break the rules, you broke them together, always finding the humor in every challenge. Your love was not dictated by the expectations of others; it was born from daring to be yourselves."

Ron exchanged a look with Ginny. "I suppose that is what we have been trying to do too – hold onto something genuine even when our hearts are filled with secret desires for others. It must take immense courage to be so open with each other."

Fred's eyes softened as he addressed Ron and Ginny directly. "Every day is a choice. I choose you, y/n, not just because of the laughter we share but because of the trust and the dreams we build together. It is not always easy, but the joy of living fully together, of creating our own brand of magic, makes it all worthwhile."

Y/n smiled and added, "In our first year we promised ourselves that we would never let fear dictate our actions. Even when the world seemed too dangerous or too complicated, we found solace in each other's arms and in the laughter we inspired. That promise has carried us through every challenge, every prank that went awry, and every moment when we needed to be brave together."

Ginny clapped her hands softly, her eyes shining. "That is beautiful. It is as if every joke and every shared smile is a thread that binds your hearts together more tightly. You two remind me that love does not always have to be dramatic. Sometimes it is quiet and simple and full of everyday wonders."

Ron grinned, adding, "I can see that we have much to learn. Our own feelings for Hermione and Harry remain unspoken because we worry about ruining the magic. Yet, watching you both, I realize that being honest with our hearts might just be the key to our own happiness."

Fred winked at y/n. "I say we celebrate every little moment that brought us here. Whether it was a mischievous note passed in class or a secret rendezvous in the corridors, each moment was a promise of more laughter, more love, and more unforgettable memories."

Y/n's eyes met Fred's with a tender warmth. "Every day with you feels like a grand adventure. I cherish the ordinary as much as the extraordinary because every second is spent with the person who makes my heart soar. I recall how you would hide little surprises in my cauldron during potion class. I would find them later and think, 'This is why I fell for him.' Your surprises were not just about pranks; they were daily reminders that I was seen and cherished."

George listened with a satisfied smile as Ron and Ginny absorbed every word. "You see, my dear siblings, love grows from shared laughter and the willingness to embrace the chaos of life together. Fred and y/n were always true to themselves and to each other. Their journey was filled with obstacles and mischievous challenges, yet they always found a way to come back to one another, stronger and more united."

Ron nodded thoughtfully. "It makes me wonder what small acts of bravery we can share with those we care about. Perhaps it is time to let our feelings be known, even if it means stepping into uncharted territory."

Ginny's voice was gentle as she said, "I think we can learn so much from Fred and y/n. Their love is a beacon that reminds us to be fearless in our own ways. I want to believe that if we dare to laugh together, to support each other, and to be honest with our hearts, we too might experience that kind of magic."

Fred, feeling the gentle warmth of shared understanding, stepped closer to y/n. "My dear, as George has so fondly recounted, every smile we shared and every moment we built together has made this love indestructible. I cherish you beyond words. Every prank, every shared secret, and every burst of laughter is a memory I hold dear."

Y/n rested their hand on Fred's. "I feel the same way, always. We are partners in every sense of the word. I am grateful for every twist and turn that led us here. Our love has been a constant source of light even in the darkest of times. And as long as we continue to see the beauty in every shared moment, I know our laughter will never fade."

George concluded his story with a soft laugh. "So you see, it is not one grand event that holds their love together but rather the countless little moments, the constant dialogue of affection and humor that has carried them through the years. Fred and y/n remind us that love is a choice made every day, a commitment to find joy in each other even when the world seems chaotic."

Ron and Ginny sat in thoughtful silence for a moment before Ginny broke the quiet. "Thank you, George, for sharing this. I will treasure these words and hope that one day our own hearts will be as brave and joyful."

Ron smiled. "Indeed, I have learned that even when we hold our secret affections close, we can still be inspired by the genuine, honest love you two have nurtured. It is a lesson in being true to who we are."

Fred and y/n exchanged a look of quiet understanding as they rejoined the conversation. Fred said, "Let our life together be proof that love built on laughter and mutual trust is a love that endures. I will continue to wake up every day excited to share my life with you, knowing that every smile, every shared dream, and every mischievous plan is a thread in the tapestry of our journey."

Y/n responded warmly, "And I will always stand by your side, ready to face every challenge and to celebrate every triumph. Our journey is filled with unexpected twists, but that is what makes it ours. In our eyes, each day is a new page waiting to be written with love and laughter."

In that moment, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, the four young wizards and witches found inspiration in the simple yet profound truth that love is not measured by grand gestures but by the joy of everyday moments. Fred and y/n had built a life together that was as magical as any spell and as enduring as the bonds of family and friendship.

The laughter in the shop rose once again as a customer burst through the door, and Fred winked at y/n before diving into a new prank demonstration. Their dialogue mingled with the hum of conversation, a living testament to a love that had grown stronger with every passing year, a love that promised endless laughter and unwavering devotion.

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AND NEW CHARACTER

Bill Weasley

Hiii , for a few days I've been thinking about the Harry Potter series and I can say that I've started watching the movies and reading the books again and I thought about adding the characters and actors, even the fancast characters to my masterlist. So whoever wants to send me requests, please send them to me and I'll write them with the greatest pleasure. I'll leave the list of characters I write for. Harry James Potter Draco Malfoy The Weasleys Severus Snape Fancast James Potter (Aaron Taylor Johnson) Sirius Black ( Ben Barnes) Remus Lupin (Andrew Garfield) Let me clarify again, I also write for the actors, as I wrote for the fancast

Harry Potter Masterlist

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Hello! ♡

Are there any rules for requesting an application? What is allowed and what isn't?

Hi, for the most part I write both smut and fluff. I’ll leave the masterlists of the characters I write for, and I’m really looking forward to your requests! Pedro Pascal Masterlist Harry Potter Masterlist | request Paul Mescal Masterlis Aaron Taylor Johnson Masterlist

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If you are open to it, would you do a Bella Ramsey x Reader where they introduce Pedro to their girlfriend for the first time?

First Impressions and Familiar Smiles

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x fem!reader

word count ✦ 1474

The late afternoon sun filtered through the soft curtains in your cozy apartment as you sat curled up with a cup of tea, scrolling through your phone. Today was special,not just another lazy, well-deserved day off,but a day Bella had been excitedly planning for weeks. You were her girlfriend, her safe place, and the person she adored above all. And now, she’d arranged for you to finally meet someone important to her.

Bella had called earlier that day: “I can’t wait for you to meet Pedro,” she had insisted, her voice filled with excitement and warmth. “He’s been a part of my life for years, and I think you’re going to love him as much as I do.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought. Bella’s friends were always kind, but there was something about Pedro,a charming smile, gentle humor, and a sincerity in his eyes,that Bella had always described with such fondness. Despite a few nervous flutters in your stomach, you trusted Bella completely. You knew that if she was excited to introduce you two, you were in for something truly special.

That evening, Bella’s apartment buzzed with the soft hum of anticipation. The living room had been rearranged for a small get-together, cozy yet intimate. A few favorite records played quietly in the background, and the aroma of freshly baked pastries mingled with the scent of jasmine from the nearby window.

When the doorbell finally rang, Bella’s eyes lit up like stars. “That must be him!” she whispered excitedly, taking your hand and guiding you to the door.

Opening the door, you were greeted by a friendly face framed by warm light. Pedro stood there with an easy smile, his dark hair slightly tousled in a way that made him look both relaxed and undeniably handsome.

“Hi, I’m Pedro,” he said, his voice smooth and welcoming as he extended a hand toward you.

Bella beamed. “Pedro, this is my amazing girlfriend, Y/N.” She stepped aside so you could shake his hand, and as your fingers met his, you felt an unexpected, subtle spark of familiarity,a connection that belied the first impressions.

“It's so wonderful to finally meet you,” Pedro added, genuine warmth radiating through his tone. “Bella has told me so much about you.”

A shy smile curved your lips as you replied, “And I’ve heard such kind things about you too. I’m happy to be here.” You glanced up at Bella, whose eyes shone with pride and joy.

“Come on, let’s all sit,” Bella said, ushering the two of you into the living room. You settled on a comfy sofa opposite Pedro, while Bella took her usual spot beside you. The atmosphere was light, yet you sensed that behind the casual introductions and exchanged compliments lay the promise of an evening filled with meaningful conversation.

As the first course of pastries was served,warm, flaky croissants and sweet, spiced muffins,Pedro leaned back with a smile. “So, Bella tells me you’re the creative force behind some really fantastic art projects,” he said, glancing at you in inquisitive admiration.

Your heart swelled at the acknowledgment. “Well, I dabble a bit here and there. It’s nothing as glorious as the work Bella does,” you replied, a modest laugh escaping you.

Bella playfully nudged you. “Oh, stop it,you’re amazing, and I’m proud to be with someone so talented,” she declared, her tone filled with sincere affection.

Pedro’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. “I couldn’t agree more. And I think it’s brilliant how you both radiate such genuine passion in everything you do.”

The conversation flowed easily. Pedro asked about your latest creative project, and you enthusiastically explained your ideas, your voice growing animated with the excitement of sharing something dear to your heart. Throughout the exchange, Bella’s occasional interjections were peppered with laughter and affectionate glances. It was as if the three of you were weaving a tapestry of stories that felt natural and inevitable.

“So, Bella,” Pedro inquired, leaning forward as he took a thoughtful sip of his tea, “what do you like most about spending time together with Y/N?”

Bella’s eyes softened instantly, and she glanced at you with unspoken tenderness. “It’s the way she sees beauty in the little things,” she said, her voice warm. “Even on days when life feels overwhelming, she finds a way to remind me that there’s always something wonderful just around the corner.”

You felt your cheeks warm with a mix of pride and bashfulness. “I just try to appreciate every moment,” you replied, your voice quiet but earnest. “When I’m with Bella, everything seems to have a little extra shine.”

Pedro grinned appreciatively. “That’s the kind of energy our world needs more of,those moments where you pause and see the magic in the ordinary.”

The conversation drifted from art and music to the quirks of everyday life. Pedro shared funny anecdotes from his travels, and Bella interjected with spirited jokes about their own shared experiences. Every exchange, every shared laugh and thoughtful pause, deepened the bond between you three. Even though it was only the first meeting, the rapport felt as though it had been cultivated over years.

At one point, Bella’s eyes gleamed as she looked between the two of you. “It’s amazing,” she said softly, “how life brings people together in the most unexpected ways. I always knew that when the time was right, you two would click.”

Pedro nodded, his gaze lingering warmly on you. “I feel that way too. When I’m with Bella, I’m always excited about meeting new people who are part of her world. It’s like getting a glimpse into another dimension of kindness and creativity.”

You smiled, feeling the admiration in his words. “I’m honored to be here tonight, getting to know someone so wonderful. I always trust Bella’s instincts when it comes to people.”

The evening was punctuated by lighthearted teasing and tender compliments. At one point, while discussing favorite films, Pedro leaned in with a playful tone. “So, Y/N, if you could cast me in one of your imaginative productions, what kind of character would I play?”

You chuckled, enjoying the banter. “I’d cast you as the thoughtful wanderer,the one whose eyes hide a thousand stories. A bit of mystery never hurts, right?”

Pedro grinned. “I like that. And maybe, in the sequel, I get a love interest to share all those secret stories with.”

Bella laughed softly, squeezing your hand. “I think we’ve all got that part covered, don’t you think?”

The laughter that followed was light and genuine, and you found yourself glancing at Bella, grateful for her gentle guidance that had led to this joyful, unexpected moment.

As the night progressed and dessert was served,a rich, velvety chocolate cake with hints of cherry,you noticed the comfortable ease that had settled between you all. Pedro’s conversation turned reflective, and his tone softened as he spoke about the importance of trust and connection.

“You know,” he said quietly, glancing between Bella and you, “there’s something truly special about forging bonds that feel honest, like you’re not just meeting someone, but discovering a part of yourself you never knew existed.”

Bella’s eyes shone with agreement. “I think that’s why I’m so drawn to people like you, Pedro. Your openness, your genuine nature,it makes the world seem a little kinder.”

You nodded, feeling your heart swell with warmth. “I feel the same. It’s in these shared moments, these conversations that remind me of who I am, and who we all can be.”

Pedro smiled gently. “I’m grateful to have met you both. Tonight has been delightful, and I hope it’s only the beginning of many more memorable evenings.”

Bella’s hand found yours, and she squeezed it softly as if to seal his words in a promise. “I promise,” she said, “that our journeys will intertwine in the most beautiful ways.”

The evening wound down with promises to meet again soon, to explore shared passions, and to simply cherish the genuine connections that had blossomed that night. As you hugged Pedro goodbye at the door, you felt a lasting impression,a subtle assurance that this meeting had been a small but significant step in expanding the circle of love and friendship that enriched your life.

Walking back into Bella’s warmly lit living room, you exchanged a quiet look, one that said without words, “This is exactly where I’m meant to be.” The night, painted in gentle hues and underlined by heartfelt dialogue, left you knowing that introductions could turn into lasting relationships, that every sincere conversation added a new layer to your shared story.

In that tender moment, with the lingering softness of farewell hugs and echoed laughter in the air, you realized that every connection, whether fleeting or enduring, held the power to transform everyday life into something unforgettable,and that, for you, was the most beautiful truth of all.

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hey, would you wire a Paul Mecal x actress reader and they take a bath or shower together?

Beneath Warm Waters

PAIRING:Paul Mescal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1548 requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Paul Mescal Masterlis

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

The city lights twinkled softly outside the hotel window, mirroring the gentle warmth that filled the room. After a long day on set, you, an actress balancing both fierce determination and tender vulnerability, had retreated to the quiet haven of your temporary home. Amid whispered conversations from the corridors, you heard a familiar knock at your door.

“Y/N, you in here?” came the soft, teasing call of Paul Mescal, his voice laced with playful concern.

With a small smile, you replied, “Coming, Paul. Just give me a moment.”

When you opened the door, there he stood,Paul, with those deep, expressive eyes and a warmth that made your heart flutter. “Long day, huh?” he said, stepping into the soft glow of the room. His presence brought with it a magnetic calm that drew you in immediately.

“You have no idea,” you sighed, tucking a loose curl behind your ear, the remnants of makeup still clinging lightly to your skin. “I could definitely use a break.”

He grinned, eyes dancing with mischief as he lightly brushed your arm. “Then let me help you relax. I was thinking… how about we share a bath?”

You blinked, a mix of surprise and intrigue pooling in your eyes. “A bath?” you echoed, hesitant but amused by the thought.

“Yeah,” Paul said, lowering his voice in a conspiratorial whisper. “Just imagine: a warm, steamy escape, where we leave the day behind, and talk… and laugh… and maybe even forget how heavy everything’s been.”

You hesitated for just a heartbeat before feeling that familiar spark of boldness ignite within you. “That does sound nice,” you admitted. “Alright, why not?”

The space filled with a quiet, excited energy as you both made your way toward the lavish bathroom. The marble surfaces glistened in the soft light, and the large claw-foot tub beckoned invitingly, surrounded by flickering candles and the delicate scent of lavender mixed with hints of eucalyptus.

Once inside the bathroom, Paul carefully closed the door behind you. “Here we are,” he said, standing by the tub, his eyes taking in every detail of the serene setting,and of you, framed perfectly in this intimate space.

You gave a small laugh, “It’s almost too perfect. Feels like we’ve stepped into our own little world.”

Paul’s gaze softened as he reached out to gently smooth your hair away from your face. “I think we all deserve our own little world sometimes,” he murmured. “Especially when the world out there can be so… relentless.”

There was a pause, filled only by the quiet hum of the city and the soft crackle of the candle flames. You moved to join him by the tub, careful yet excited, your eyes bright with anticipation.

“So, how did you know I needed this?” you asked, voice soft and genuine.

He chuckled lightly, meeting your gaze with that warm, reassuring smile. “I’ve noticed you’ve been carrying the weight of the day like armor. And I thought, maybe it’s time to lower the guard for a little while. Let the warmth take over.”

Your heart fluttered as you dipped your hand into the water and then against his. “That sounds… absolutely wonderful.”

Paul’s tone became tender as he slid into the tub alongside you, the water enveloping you both. “You know,” he began, his words laced with a sincere curiosity, “after a day filled with scenes and lines, I often find that what I remember most are the quiet moments. Like this,just talking, just being.”

You smiled, sinking into the water with a relaxed sigh. “I completely agree. It’s like the noise of the world fades away, and it’s only us,our thoughts, our stories… our laughter.”

The conversation meandered effortlessly, punctuated by shared laughter and the soft splashes of water.

“So, Y/N,” Paul asked after a thoughtful pause, “what was your favorite moment on set today?”

You leaned back slightly, letting the warm water ease your muscles. “Honestly? There was this one scene where everything just... clicked. I felt so alive, so connected to the character. And then, during a break, I saw your genuine smile. It was like a small light had shone just for that moment.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned. “You have no idea how much that meant to me. Those moments,they’re what keep me going. Not just the applause or the awards, but the little sparks that remind me I’m truly present.”

There was a comfortable silence as you both reflected on your shared experience. Slowly, the conversation took on a more personal tone.

“Tell me something,” you said softly, “what do you do when the world gets too overwhelming?”

Paul’s expression turned contemplative. “I find refuge in moments like this,” he admitted. “When I’m with someone who understands,when I can just let go of the expectations and be real. I think, for me, it’s the people who challenge me to see life differently, who remind me there’s more to it than just the performance. And sometimes, it’s just a simple soak in a warm bath with someone I care about.”

His words resonated with you. “I’ve felt that too. It’s like we’re all actors on the grand stage of life, but sometimes it’s refreshing to drop the script and just… be ourselves.”

Paul nodded, the sincerity in his eyes unmistakable. “Exactly. And here, now, I feel like I can drop every pretense and just… share everything with you.”

The atmosphere grew even more intimate, with each shared sentiment weaving a stronger bond between you. As the conversation deepened, so did the unspoken connection,a vulnerable openness that felt both exhilarating and soothing.

“Y/N,” Paul said, his tone a gentle murmur as he turned to face you fully, water glistening on his skin, “I’ve always admired your strength,but tonight, in moments like these, I see even more. I see the person who dares to be both fierce and tender. And it makes me want to hold onto every part of you.”

Your breath caught as you met his gaze, the sincerity of his words warming you far more than the water ever could. “Paul, you always know exactly what to say,” you replied, your voice quivering with emotion. “I feel like I can share my deepest thoughts with you. You make the world seem... simpler.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing gently against your cheek. “And you make the world seem infinitely beautiful,” he whispered. “I love these moments,with you, it’s as if time itself bends to our will.”

For a long, suspended moment, you both sat in comfortable quiet, the softness of the water cradling every worry away. The dialogue quieted as the focus shifted to shared glances and gentle touches, each word unspoken holding more meaning than any could express. The intimacy of the moment was heightened by the sound of gentle splashes and the steady rhythm of your combined heartbeats.

“Do you ever think,” you began softly, “that maybe we’re meant to have these quiet interludes, these escapes from everything?”

Paul’s eyes shone with that familiar light, and he smiled. “I believe we’re all searching for these little spaces where we can be truly ourselves, unburdened by the world’s expectations. And I’m grateful I found mine in you.”

The dialogue shifted effortlessly between gentle teasing and earnest declarations. “You know,” you said with a playful glint in your eyes, “if this bath was a film scene, I’d say we just stole the show.”

He laughed, a genuine, hearty sound that echoed warmly in the small space. “That, my dear, is the best scene of all,one that feels unscripted and raw, where every line is filled with truth.”

As the water began to cool, neither of you wanted to leave the comfort of the shared embrace. “I wish this moment could last forever,” you murmured, leaning into Paul’s side.

Paul rested his head on your shoulder gently. “Let’s make a promise,” he said softly, “that whenever the world feels too cold or too harsh, we’ll find a way back to these quiet moments. A promise to always return to this warmth.”

You nodded, squeezed his hand, and murmured, “I promise.”

The bath ended, but the conversation continued as you wrapped yourselves in fluffy towels and stepped into the spacious, softly lit room. Even afterward, while preparing a light dinner together, the echoes of your intimate dialogue carried on. Each shared smile, every whispered word, reaffirmed the connection that had quietly deepened with every moment.

Over the meal, you and Paul exchanged playful banter as much as sincere reflections about your dreams and vulnerabilities. “So,” Paul said, raising his glass in a toast, “to unscripted moments and to finding warmth in the most unexpected places.”

You clinked your glass against his, smiling brightly. “To our quiet escapes and the beauty of being perfectly, unguardedly ourselves.”

And as the night grew deeper, filled with quiet laughter and soulful conversation, you both knew that while the set and the spotlight might call again tomorrow, tonight was yours,a tender interlude of steam, secrets, and an unbreakable bond forged in every shared word and gentle touch.

In that night’s soft glow, your souls had whispered truths that no screenplay could ever capture,a conversation that promised to linger long after the water had dried, leaving an indelible imprint on your hearts.

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Pedro Pascal x f!reader

You are having planning for Pedro birthday, you simply invite all friends and family together. Pedro came so surprise. He adores you so much for having good time. Spend time with lots of fun times. *fluffiness*

(Hope you will write it, thank you)

Celebrating You

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT:1441 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

It was a sunny Saturday, the kind of day that promised laughter and memories. You had been planning Pedro Pascal’s surprise birthday party for weeks,a secret mission that involved invitations, cake tastings, and coordinating with friends and family. As the day unfolded, you fluttered between excited anticipation and a touch of nerves. Pedro, ever unsuspecting, had no idea what was in store.

At exactly 5:00 p.m., friends and family began to gather at your favorite outdoor venue,a charming garden with twinkling fairy lights draped over manicured hedges. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked treats and the soft hum of chatter. You were behind the scene, making sure every detail was perfect.

In the midst of the lively preparations, you spotted your best friend Marta approaching with a mischievous grin. “Everything set for tonight?” she asked as she passed you a tray of cupcakes decorated with little film reels,a nod to Pedro’s career.

You grinned in return. “Yes! The guests are here, the decorations are up, and I even convinced the band to play some of his favorite tunes. It’s going to be amazing.”

At that moment, Pedro was still completely unaware of the excitement swirling around him. Earlier in the day, he had been working at his studio, finishing up some scripts, and never expected to be brought into such a warm celebration. His phone had remained silent until tonight, as it was all part of the secret plan.

Just as you were adding the final touches near the entrance, Marta nudged you. “I think I just saw him walking this way. Get ready!” she whispered, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Moments later, the garden’s door swung open as Pedro stepped in. He wore a relaxed smile, his trademark dark hair framing his face. His eyes widened as he took in the sight: surrounded by his closest friends, family members he adored, and vibrant decorations that shouted “Happy Birthday, Pedro!”

“Surprise!” everyone chorused, and the garden burst into cheers.

Pedro stopped in his tracks, stunned for a moment before a huge smile broke across his face. “I… I can’t believe this,” he stammered, his voice filled with genuine awe.

You stepped forward, your heart pounding with excitement and relief. “Happy Birthday, Pedro!” you said brightly. “I wanted to create a day where everyone you love could celebrate the amazing person you are.”

He looked at you, eyes softening with admiration and gratitude. “You did all of this for me?” he asked, his tone part incredulous, part adoring.

“Absolutely,” you replied, laughing as you took his hand. “You deserve a day surrounded by love and laughter.”

The evening unfolded with a burst of joy and plenty of dialogue among the guests. Sitting on mismatched chairs around picnic tables under the soft glow of string lights, Pedro’s aunt Lucia recounted childhood stories of Pedro with delightful exaggeration. “Oh, Pedro was such a little rascal back in the day,” she said, smiling as she recalled a mischievous escapade, “always getting into trouble yet somehow charming everyone with that smile.”

Pedro joined in on the laughter. “I can’t believe you still remember that story,” he said with a chuckle, glancing at Lucia with affectionate teasing in his voice.

A close friend, Daniel, leaned forward, clapping Pedro on the back. “Remember that time on set when you accidentally knocked over that whole prop setup? Man, you had us all in stitches.”

He laughed, replying, “Yes, yes,I remember it too well. But hey, if it wasn’t for my clumsiness, you wouldn’t have that hilarious montage for your next highlight reel.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly from one topic to the next. Marta jumped in with enthusiasm, “Pedro, you always inspire us to live more boldly. I mean, look at you,you’re not just a brilliant actor; you’re also a genuinely kind soul.”

Pedro’s eyes searched yours across the table as he said, “I’m so lucky to have friends and family like all of you. And you,” he added, turning directly to you, “you have a way of making every day extraordinary.”

You laughed softly, “Well, today is all about you. I mean, what’s a birthday without celebrating the amazing person that you are?”

Later in the evening, as the band began to play a lively tune, you led Pedro to a beautifully decorated dance floor. The music was light and playful, and soon people began to dance together in joyful pairs.

Pedro grinned as he looked at you. “I haven’t danced like this in years,” he said, pulling you into the center of the floor. “I have to admit, I was a little skeptical when I heard there’d be dancing.”

You shrugged playfully. “I knew you secretly love it when the music fills the air. Come on, let’s show everyone how it’s done.”

As you swirled around in the soft glow of fairy lights, dialogue and laughter filled the air. At one point, a mutual friend, Sofia, raised her glass in a toast. “To Pedro, who lights up our lives with his kindness, humor, and endless charm. And to you, the brilliant force behind this wonderful celebration,we are all grateful for the time we share with you both.”

Pedro’s eyes were locked with yours as he raised his own glass. “Thank you,” he said, voice warm with genuine affection. “This night, every detail, reminds me how much I am loved. I can never thank you enough for orchestrating something so incredible.”

He let his hand fall to yours, and you gave it a reassuring squeeze. Throughout the night, dialogue was abundant,friendly banter, heartfelt toasts, and even playful teasing about Pedro’s “celebrity” habits, like his insistence on tasting every dessert and comparing notes on the best coffee in town.

One particularly memorable exchange happened near the dessert table. Pedro was busy sampling mini pastries when his cousin, Javier, nudged him, saying, “Pedro, your mission tonight is to choose your favorite cupcake. It’s a matter of utmost importance!”

Pedro laughed, replying, “Oh, Javier, only you could make choosing dessert sound like an Olympic event.” He paused for a moment, then added with a mischievous smile, “Although, between you and me, I might just have to declare all of them as winners.”

You joined in the laughter and said, “Well, with that strategy, you can’t go wrong. Every cupcake is a victory tonight.”

Later on, as the party began to wind down and the stars took over the night sky, you found a quiet moment to slip away with Pedro. Away from the cheerful din of the celebrations, you two walked slowly along a garden path lined with lanterns.

Pedro looked at you, his expression softening as he spoke. “Tonight has been amazing,” he admitted. “But it’s not just the party,I mean, it’s everything. The laughter, the heartfelt words, the moments we’ve shared… I’ll never forget this night.”

You smiled, feeling the same deep gratitude. “I wanted to create a memory that would remind you how cherished you are. Not just by me, but by everyone here. You have this incredible gift of making people feel seen and loved.”

He stopped walking and turned to you, his eyes full of sincerity. “And you,” he said gently, “are the one who makes it all possible. Every detail, every thoughtful touch,I see the love you put into this. It means the world to me.”

You reached up, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “That’s because you deserve it, Pedro. Every smile, every laugh you’ve given us, it’s all a reflection of the wonderful person you are.”

Pedro’s smile broadened as he took your hand once more. “Thank you,” he said softly, “for being the heart behind this day and for being my favorite person to celebrate with.”

For the rest of the night, as the last of the guests began to leave and the garden grew quiet again, the memories of the day lingered like warm embers. You and Pedro stood together, sharing soft whispers, gentle laughter, and promises of many more celebrations to come.

In that serene moment, illuminated by moonlight and the fading glow of fairy lights, you both knew that the true magic of the evening wasn’t in the extravagant decorations or the perfect setup,it was in the genuine connection, the honest dialogue, and the overflowing love that filled every corner of the night.

And as you both made your way back inside for a final toast, it was clear that this birthday surprise was more than a celebration. It was a testament to the joy of simply being together, of creating moments that would forever be etched in the hearts of all who shared them.

[andy-15-07]

Hullo! Can I please get a paul mescal x princess or actress freader? It could be so cool to see them interact!! Thxx

A Royal Evening

PAIRING:Paul Mescal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1446 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Paul Mescal Masterlis

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

The ballroom glittered with crystal chandeliers and soft classical music. Tonight was the annual charity gala held at the palace, a celebration of culture, art, and goodwill. You,Princess Y/N,moved gracefully through the crowd, your heart fluttering like the delicate lace on your gown. Tonight was unlike any other; there was an air of electricity in the room, as if everyone sensed that something extraordinary was about to unfold.

Near the center of the room, Paul Mescal, known as much for his charming wit as for his striking blue eyes, stood casually against a marble column. His dark hair fell perfectly into place, and his warm smile lit up his face as he observed the mingling guests. As if by fate, your eyes met across the room.

“Princess,” he said, stepping forward with a confident, but gentle tone as he approached you. “It’s an honor to finally meet you. I’m Paul.”

“Paul Mescal,” you replied softly, extending your hand with a genuine smile that betrayed your regal poise. “The pleasure is mine.”

There was a brief silence,a pause where the soft notes of a string quartet filled the space between your words,and then Paul chuckled.

“I must say, I wasn’t expecting my night to be this... enchanting,” he remarked, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret with only you.

“You have a way with words,” you teased lightly. “But I suspect it’s not just the night’s magic that’s doing that.”

He laughed, his eyes crinkling. “Perhaps I’m just enchanted by the company.”

Later, as the night deepened, you found yourself seated side by side at a quiet corner of the veranda, away from the formalities of the grand hall. The crisp evening air and the soft glow of lanterns provided the perfect backdrop for conversation.

“So, Princess,” Paul began, leaning on the stone balustrade casually. “What does a royal do when she’s not being adored by the entire kingdom?”

You smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Believe it or not, I enjoy reading and taking long walks in the gardens. I’m not just a title; I am curious about everything happening in my kingdom.”

He tilted his head, his gaze thoughtful. “That’s remarkably human, to say the least. It’s refreshing to meet someone who’s more than just a crown and a title.”

You laughed gently. “You make it sound so simple. But there’s a lot more behind all these glittering events. Sometimes, I feel as if everyone only sees what they expect,a princess in a gown, giving speeches. But I want people to see me as a person.”

Paul’s eyes softened. “I’ve felt that too. In my world, I’m often seen only as a face on a screen, or a name in articles. It’s nice to have someone who understands the weight of expectations.”

His words struck a chord with you. “Exactly. And tonight, I feel like I’m talking with someone who understands authenticity.”

There was a pause as both of you let the shared understanding sink in. The gentle murmur of the party in the background faded into a comforting hum as you continued to converse.

“What do you dream about, if you don’t mind me asking?” Paul asked suddenly, his tone sincere and a touch vulnerable.

You hesitated for a moment, then replied, “I dream of a world where people see the soul behind the title. Of breaking barriers and proving that kindness and bravery are more significant than protocol and pomp. And,if I may,of being with someone who values me for exactly who I am.”

Paul’s expression turned earnest. “You know, I’ve always believed that true beauty lies in those differences. In the way that genuine connection cuts through every expectation. And I must confess,I’ve felt an immediate connection with you since our first moment of conversation.”

Your pulse quickened. “Paul, that’s… very brave of you to say in public. In front of all these people.”

He smiled gently. “Sometimes, the truth is too precious to hide. But if you’d rather speak in a quieter place, we can step away from all the attention.”

You considered his offer. “Let’s have a quiet moment then,” you whispered, motioning toward a secluded terrace where the stars shone brightly above, far from prying eyes.

The two of you wandered out together, slipping into the cool night. Seated on a stone bench surrounded by perfectly trimmed roses, the conversation turned even more intimate.

“I’ve always admired your commitment to your people,” Paul said, looking up at the night sky as if drawing courage from the celestial display. “But I’m curious,what do you do for yourself? When you’re alone?”

You regarded him for a moment before answering. “I write. Poetry, mostly. I love capturing those fleeting moments that define our hearts, even if only for an instant. It’s a secret indulgence, really. In a world that expects perfection, I let my thoughts flow freely.”

“That sounds absolutely beautiful,” he said softly. “I’d love to hear one of your poems someday, if you’d ever care to share.”

A bashful smile crept across your face. “Perhaps one day. And maybe you can tell me what inspires you, Paul. Beyond the scripts and the cameras.”

Paul chuckled lightly. “I suppose I find inspiration in the most unexpected places. Like this terrace, or a simple conversation on a night like tonight. And tonight, you’ve inspired me in ways I can’t even put into words.”

You looked into his eyes, finding solace and understanding there. “I believe that’s what genuine dialogue does,it lets us see each other’s souls.”

His hand reached out, and he brushed your cheek tenderly. “I’m glad we’re here, away from all the expectations and formalities. Just two people, sharing truths.”

For a long while, you sat in silence, each lost in your own thoughts. The distant sounds of the gala were like a soft reminder of the world you both inhabited, yet at that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

Paul broke the silence gently. “I know being a princess must come with its own set of burdens. But I want you to know that I admire you,not because of your title, but because of your spirit, your mind, and your heart.”

You smiled, your eyes glistening under the starlight. “And I admire you for speaking your truth so fearlessly. It’s not often I meet someone who doesn’t shy away from life’s complexities.”

He shifted, drawing closer, his tone lowering to an intimate murmur. “I’ve always believed that life is too short to hold back. And if there’s one thing I don’t want to do anymore, it’s hide how I feel.”

Your heart raced. “And what is it that you feel, Paul?”

He paused, then said with unwavering honesty, “I feel that when I’m with you, I can be completely myself. And that, for me, is worth more than any role I’ve ever played on a screen.”

You bit your lip, a mix of surprise and joy washing over you. “I feel the same. Every moment with you feels like a glimpse of something real, something precious.”

The night wore on, each passing moment filled with dialogue, laughter, and revelations. Returning to the gala only after the stars had danced across the midnight sky, you walked side by side, comfortable in the new understanding between you.

Back inside, the crowd seemed to part easily as whispers of your departure from the terrace began to circulate, but you paid them no mind. Instead, you focused on Paul’s hand in yours,a silent pledge of truth and new beginnings.

Later that evening, as you prepared to leave, Paul stopped you in the corridor near the grand entrance. “Before you go,” he said, his voice soft yet filled with an urgency that made your heart skip a beat, “I want you to know that tonight has changed me. I hope we can continue this conversation, this journey. I believe we could create something extraordinary together.”

You met his gaze steadily. “I’d like that, Paul. I’d like to see where this path takes us.”

He smiled, and as you exchanged a final, lingering look, you both understood that this night was only the beginning of a deeper, more profound connection. In a world full of expectations, you had both chosen the truth, and that truth was more beautiful than anything royalty or fame could ever define.

As you stepped through the palace gates into the cool night air, you felt lighter, more yourself than ever before. And in that moment, beneath a sky full of stars, you knew that even the weight of a crown couldn't diminish the glow of a heart set free by honest dialogue and genuine connection.

[andy-15-07]

Hello, can I get a Pedro Pascal xf! Reader plus size, Pedro and Reader are best friends and secretly in love with each other, when Reader goes on a date Pedro gets jealous and declares his love for Reader.

Beyond Best Friends

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT:1090 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

It was a quiet evening in Los Angeles, and the soft hum of the city was barely heard through the windows of the cozy apartment you shared with your best friend, Pedro. He was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone while you were in the kitchen, putting together a simple dinner. You smiled to yourself, a quiet warmth spreading through your chest as you watched him, just like you always did.

Pedro was your best friend, and yet, sometimes, it felt like he was so much more than that. The way he laughed at your jokes, how he’d always offer a hand whenever you needed it, how he remembered the little things about you,like how you liked your coffee or how you preferred your pizza toppings. But you never told him, never showed him how deeply you felt about him, even though you knew it wasn’t just friendship anymore.

You loved him.

And he probably had no idea.

The sound of his voice cut through your thoughts. “So, who’s the lucky guy?”

You froze. The question caught you off guard, and the spatula you were holding clattered against the counter. Slowly, you turned to face him, your heart dropping. You hadn’t even told him yet, but he knew. He always knew.

Pedro was sitting up now, his dark eyes fixed on you, a subtle curiosity in his gaze. He had been your best friend for years, but he had never asked about your dating life. That was until today, when you had casually mentioned you were going on a date.

You tried to smile, trying to hide the anxiety that gnawed at you. “Just some guy I met. We’ll see how it goes.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “What’s his name?”

“Luke,” you said, your voice a little too high-pitched. You winced internally, realizing you were trying too hard to sound casual.

Pedro didn’t miss the slight tremor in your voice. “Huh. Well, I hope he treats you right,” he said, his tone flat but with an edge of something you couldn’t quite place.

You turned back to the stove, stirring the sauce a little too vigorously. “Thanks. I’m sure he will.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes, afraid that he’d see right through you. The truth was, the thought of going out with someone else felt so wrong. Every time you tried to picture your future, it was Pedro who was there, not some random guy.

But you had to let go. You’d kept your feelings for him hidden for too long. Maybe it was time to let someone else into your heart.

The dinner passed in awkward silence, the air between you thick with unspoken words. Pedro was quieter than usual, and you found yourself unable to eat, instead pushing the food around on your plate, lost in thought.

Eventually, after dinner, you went to your room to get ready for your date. As you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your outfit,an elegant dress that you’d picked out just for the occasion,you heard Pedro’s voice from the hallway.

“You look… beautiful.”

You froze, the words stirring something deep within you. He never used that word with you unless it was to describe something or someone else. The way he said it,so tenderly,made your chest ache.

You turned to face him as he entered your room. He leaned against the doorframe, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his face unreadable. His gaze lingered on you, but he didn’t say anything else.

“Thank you,” you said softly, unable to meet his eyes. You didn’t want to see whatever emotions he was hiding. “I should probably get going. He’ll be here soon.”

Pedro’s expression hardened slightly, but his voice remained calm, almost too calm. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

You turned to look at him, confusion furrowing your brow. “What do you mean?”

His jaw tightened. “I mean, you don’t have to go on this date. You don’t have to do something you’re not sure about.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I’m sure about it. It’s just a date, Pedro.”

A silence fell between you two, thick and heavy. Pedro looked like he wanted to say something but was holding himself back. He exhaled sharply before walking towards you. When he reached you, his eyes were filled with an intensity you didn’t know how to handle.

“I don’t want you to go,” he whispered, his hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek. His thumb brushed against your skin, sending shivers through your body. “I can’t stand the thought of someone else being with you. I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”

Your breath hitched. Was this really happening?

Pedro’s voice dropped lower, almost pleading. “I’m in love with you, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, and I’ve been too afraid to say it. But I can’t watch you go out with someone else, pretending like this,whatever this is between us,doesn’t matter.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, your heart racing as you realized the depth of what he was saying. It wasn’t just a confession; it was everything you had been feeling but never said aloud.

“You,Pedro,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I’ve felt the same way for so long. But I thought you didn’t feel the same. I thought I was just… your friend.”

Pedro closed his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. “You’re more than that. You’ve always been more than that to me.” He took a deep breath, his hand still resting on your cheek. “You’re my heart, Y/N. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything at all. Instead, you stepped closer, closing the space between you, and kissed him,softly at first, but with all the feelings you had kept buried for so long.

Pedro kissed you back, slowly, tenderly, like he had been waiting for this moment for years. His hands gently cupped your face as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer.

When you finally broke apart, you both stood there, breathless, gazing at each other as if seeing each other for the first time.

“I don’t need a date,” you whispered, your forehead resting against his. “I just need you.”

Pedro smiled, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’ve got you. Always.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt right.

[andy-15-07]

hello! Would you do a pedroxactresswife where they are expecting a baby or just brought the baby home to his family (maybe an age gap? And his nephew mess with him?)

Hearts at Home

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 2772 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests

They landed in Santiago just after dawn. The plane’s interior was bathed in a sleepy golden light as Pedro couldn’t help stealing adoring glances at you. Tucked into his side, you held one twin pressed against your chest while the other rested securely in his arms,both babies wrapped snugly like burritos in soft cotton blankets. Your daughter had Pedro’s deep, thoughtful eyes and your son shared your gentle pout. Despite the exhaustion etched on your faces, the love was abundantly clear.

“Mi amor,” Pedro whispered as he pressed a delicate kiss to the top of your head. “You did so good. We made it.”

You managed a tired smile and mumbled, “Barely… I’m still shaking from that flight.”

Pedro laughed softly. “We survived flying with newborn twins. That’s heroic in my book.”

He kissed your cheek, then scooped a gentle kiss on the baby girl’s brow. His eyes glistened as they drifted to his son, peacefully sleeping against his chest with a little fist curled into his black hoodie.

“I can’t wait for them to wake up on our next flight,” you teased with a hint of humor, the room filling with your soft laughter.

Pedro grinned. “Oh, I think we’ll just cancel all flights. We’re home now in Chile.”

Outside the arrivals area, Pedro’s sister, Javiera, was waiting. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she wrapped you in a warm, exuberant embrace. “¡Mi niña!” she exclaimed, one arm outstretched toward you and the other reaching for the car seat Pedro carried. “You brought them. Oh my God, you actually brought them home!”

“Hi, Javi,” you whispered into her shoulder, your voice thick with fatigue and emotion as one of the twins began to fuss quietly.

Javiera pulled back slightly, dabbing at her eyes. “Look at your little faces... and yours too, Pedrito,” she said with a playful smirk at Pedro. “You look like you haven’t slept in months.”

Pedro scratched the back of his head and grumbled, “Because I haven’t.”

“And you’re glowing anyway,” Javiera added, her tone filled with affectionate teasing. “Like a tired little angel.”

Pedro rolled his eyes but his smile softened when he looked at you. “She’s the angel,” he said, ruffling your hair gently. “I’m just here carrying the diaper bag.”

The family house was a warm haven filled with the inviting scents of freshly baked bread and rich coffee. Family members,Pedro’s cousin, his aunt, and even a few more relatives,gathered to welcome you all. Amidst the chatter and the clatter of cups, you hardly noticed the blur of faces. All you sensed was that gentle pressure of new life and the overwhelming softness of everyone’s love.

Throughout the greetings, Pedro remained your constant guardian. His hand never left your shoulder, and every so often, he’d whisper something sweet in your ear. You settled onto the couch as Javiera cradled her niece with tears glistening in her eyes.

“She looks just like you,” Javiera murmured, stroking the baby’s tiny nose with reverence. “And look at this little man,so chunky!”

Pedro beamed with pride as he reappeared with a bottle in hand. “He’s a real snacker, just like his mamá,” he said, setting the bottle down on the table.

You swatted him playfully. “Don’t you dare compare us,I’m still recovering from those last few feedings!”

Before long, Mateo, Pedro’s mischievous 14yearold nephew, waltzed into the room. Observing the bustling, warm scene, he couldn’t resist a comment. “Wow, Tío, you’ve gone full dad mode now, haven’t you?”

Pedro turned slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What’s that supposed to mean, Mateo?”

Mateo shrugged nonchalantly. “It means you used to be cool. Now you’re out here burping babies and asking, ‘Where’s the wipe warmer?’”

Laughter erupted among the gathered family members, and even you couldn’t help chuckling. Pedro looked mockoffended, stepping closer. “I am still cool,” he declared, pointing proudly at the baby nestled in Mateo’s arms. “She thinks I’m cool.”

Mateo grinned impishly. “She thinks you’re just a milk machine, Tío. I mean, she told me so!”

Pedro narrowed his eyes just enough to convey both love and gentle annoyance. “You’re lucky your mother’s here to keep you in check,” he warned.

“And if she weren’t?” Mateo teased boldly, a spark of rebellion in his tone.

Pedro simply lobbed a throw pillow at Mateo’s head, and the room filled with giggles and the rustling of cushions.

Later that day, once the commotion had died down after a shared family meal, you retreated to a quiet guest room. There, in soft lamplight, one twin slept peacefully in the bassinet beside you while the other rested securely against your chest. As the steady rhythm of the little heartbeat lulled you, you could almost forget the whirlwind that had been the day.

Pedro entered the room quietly, freshly showered, his damp curls still clinging to his forehead in endearing disarray. He wore an old Tshirt that hugged his broad chest,a reminder of the life he led outside of fame.

“Are you okay, cariño?” he asked gently, sliding onto the edge of the bed.

You nodded, a quiet smile playing on your lips. “Just… soaking it all in. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.”

Pedro knelt beside you, resting his warm cheek on your thigh. “They already love you, you know,” he murmured, eyes softening as he scanned your tired but radiant face. “My whole family does.”

You tilted your head, a wry smile touching your lips. “I’m the one who stole their golden boy, after all.”

Pedro’s voice dropped to a gentle murmur. “You gave him a home,” he said, brushing a stray hair away from your face. “And now you’ve given life to two perfect little souls.”

You chuckled quietly, the fatigue giving way to contentment. “We’re not perfect, Pedro.”

“No,” he agreed softly, “but we’re real. And that’s more beautiful than any perfection could ever be.”

In the deep quiet of the night, the twins stirred. A synchronized wail erupted in the silence. Before you could even reach for your phone, Pedro was up,his arms already cradling the fussy son as you scooped up your daughter for comforting. In the cool corridor light, you met each other’s eyes with a mutual, unspoken understanding.

“Tag team,” Pedro whispered, a smile of shared responsibility lighting up his face.

You chuckled, handing him a bottle as you continued soothing the other baby. “I love you,” you said softly, eyes glistening with adoration and sleep.

“Even when I smell like baby puke?” he quipped, a teasing lilt in his tone.

“Especially then,” you replied with a soft laugh, and as he pulled you in for a quick, lingering kiss, the world outside the hallway faded away.

Pedro walked backward into the nursery, the gentle murmur of Spanish endearments on his lips as he engaged the little one in a private moment of fatherly tenderness.

The next morning, the house buzzed with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Javiera was at the stove, flipping tortillas and whisking eggs with practiced precision. In the living room, Mateo strolled in, not missing a beat.

“So, Tío,” Mateo began, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he jabbed playfully, “gonna get a minivan now that you’re officially a dad?”

Pedro, sitting at a large wooden table with a steaming cup in hand, rolled his eyes dramatically. “No, Mateo,” he replied, savoring his coffee. “But I am seriously considering noisecanceling headphones for all of us.”

Mateo’s eyebrows arched with a grin. “For you or for the babies? Because if it’s for the babies, I might lend you a pair of earplugs!”

Before Pedro could retort, you entered the kitchen cradling one of the twins. Your hair, sticky with sleep, stuck out in every direction, making you look adorably disheveled. Pedro’s face lit up instantly as he saw you.

“There she is,” he murmured, reaching out to gently cradle your face in his calloused hands.

Javiera, ever the nurturer, leaned over and said warmly, “You’re glowing, just like every mama should.”

Pedro kissed your forehead softly. “Every time I see you, I see home.”

Mateo, not missing a beat, made a joking sound that resembled an exaggerated gag behind his juice glass. Pedro shot him a stern look, but the tension dissolved into laughter as you and Javiera exchanged knowing glances.

“One day, you’ll understand the magic of this,” Pedro told Mateo in a firm but affectionate tone.

Mateo grinned and replied, “One day, Tío, I’ll be cool again, just like you used to be!”

That afternoon, with the chaos of the day settling into a serene calm, you and Pedro found solace on the back patio. The twins napped contentedly in their respective spots,one safely on your chest, the other nestled on Pedro’s. The golden sunlight wrapped around you like a gentle embrace, and the only sounds were the soft breathing of sleeping babies and the distant hum of daily life.

Pedro’s hand found yours, and after a long quiet moment, he spoke softly, “You know, I used to be afraid of this,of love, of family. I used to think I had to stay distant, keep the world at arm’s length.”

You turned to him, curiosity twinkling in your tired eyes. “Of what exactly, Pedro?”

He took a deep breath, as if the words had been waiting for this moment. “Of letting someone see everything,the parts of me I always kept hidden. I was so scared to be vulnerable, to let someone in completely.”

You squeezed his hand gently. “But you did, didn’t you? You let me in, and I see all of you, Pedro. Every part,even the messy bits.”

Pedro smiled, a slow dawning realization in his eyes. “And yet, you still chose me, flaws and all.”

“I always will,” you murmured, your voice laden with certainty and love. “We’re not perfect, but we’re perfect for each other.”

He leaned in, and for a long, lingering moment, the world reduced itself to just the two of you,the soft background melody of the patio, the occasional coo of the twins in their sleep, and the promise in his eyes as he kissed you slowly, reverently.

Later that evening, the entire family gathered in the living room for an impromptu storytelling session. Pedro’s aunt, a sharp and witty woman with a sparkling sense of humor, initiated the conversation.

“Tell us, Pedro,” she said, leaning forward with a playful glint in her eye, “what was it like when you first found out you were going to be a dad? We all know it must have been quite the adventure.”

Pedro laughed, shaking his head. “I remember it so clearly. I was sitting in our tiny apartment, and suddenly, everything changed in an instant. I looked at you,yes, my sweet Y/N,and I thought, ‘I’m in trouble now!’” he chuckled.

You interjected warmly, “And look how much trouble it turned out to be,in the best way possible.”

Mateo, who had been listening intently, chimed in, “So, Tío, did you ever think that you’d be swapping stories about diaper disasters and midnight feedings instead of stunt work or filming?”

Pedro shook his head, smiling softly. “Never in a million years. I always thought I’d be out there in the spotlight. But then you came along, and suddenly my greatest role was right here, in this small apartment turned family home.” He paused, his eyes softening as he glanced at you. “It was scary, but it felt… right.”

Javiera added, “And look at you now, Pedro. You’re the heart of our family. Every time I see you with those babies, I’m reminded that family isn’t about perfection,it’s about love and laughter and even a little chaos.”

The room filled with gentle laughter and nods of agreement. Even Mateo, who often prided himself on being the cool one, softened as he listened.

“You know,” Mateo said after a moment, “I guess I’m starting to see that being cool isn’t about having wild adventures all the time. It’s about finding what makes you truly happy,and right now, nothing seems cooler than this family moment.”

Pedro ruffled Mateo’s hair affectionately. “One day you’ll get it, kiddo. It’s all about heart.”

As the night deepened, Pedro and you retreated to your quiet corner of the house. With the twins finally asleep and the rest of the family winding down, you found a moment of peace in each other’s arms. Pedro pulled you close as you sat on the wellworn sofa, the soft strains of a lullaby playing in the background from an old record player.

“Do you remember,” Pedro began, his voice soft and reminiscent, “when you first told me you were pregnant?”

You smiled, warmed by the memory. “How could I ever forget? I was so scared, and you were so calm. You said something like… ‘No matter what, we’ll make magic with this chaos.’ And I thought, ‘Wow, this is the safest bet I’ve ever made.’”

Pedro’s eyes twinkled as he replied, “I remember the way your eyes lit up when you realized life was about to change. I knew then that this was going to be the greatest adventure of our lives.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly into plans for the future. You both discussed dreams for the twins, whether it was exploring the vibrant streets of Santiago, having lazy afternoons in the park, or even learning to sing lullabies together as a family. Every suggestion and memory was punctuated with laughter and the occasional squeeze of the hand,a silent promise that you’d continue building this life together.

“You know,” you whispered after a long pause, “sometimes I worry about the challenges ahead. But then I think of all of this,our little family, this chaotic, beautiful home,and I know we’ll face it together.”

Pedro kissed your hair gently. “We will,” he assured you. “Each laugh, each tear... every challenge only makes us stronger. And every single day, I’m so grateful for you.”

A comfortable silence fell over you both, filled with unspoken words, shared dreams, and the echo of tiny breaths coming from the nursery. Outside, the soft murmur of the night reminded you that even in the quiet, life was alive,and so were you.

In the weeks that followed, the rhythm of your life settled into a gentle harmony. Family dinners turned into delightful gatherings filled with animated dialogues. Pedro’s family would regale you with humorous childhood stories of Pedro, while you added your own tales of love and laughter from your past. Every conversation was an opportunity for new memories and a chance to deepen the connection that bound your small, bustling world together.

One chilly afternoon, as rain pattered softly on the windowpanes, the living room was filled with the sound of cheerful banter. Pedro’s aunt tossed a playful remark during dinner, “Pedro, when did you trade in your stunt double days for diaper duty?”

Pedro laughed heartily. “It was a trade I never thought I’d make, but I wouldn’t change it for the world,” he said, glancing at you with a sincere smile. “After all, who knew that creating life could feel so extraordinary?”

Mateo, sitting across from you with a bowl of steaming soup, nodded thoughtfully. “I guess I’m starting to see that even superheroes have their soft spots. And right now, this family is the coolest thing in your world.”

That evening, as you helped Pedro put the twins to bed, the dialogue continued in hushed tones. “They’re growing so fast,” you said, admiring their peaceful faces as they slept.

Pedro knelt beside you, adjusting the crib. “Yes, they are. And every day, they remind me that love has a way of making every moment,every laugh, every tear,count.”

You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with unshed dreams. “I never imagined life could be this full, this beautiful. It’s as though every heartbeat has found its home here.”

Pedro’s response was a tender kiss that lingered just long enough to promise a lifetime of shared adventures. “Home isn’t a place,” he murmured, “it’s right here, in every moment we share.”

And so, as the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, your family’s story was written with lines of dialogue, laughter, and love,a narrative threaded together by little voices and big, open hearts.

In those gentle moments of dialogue and shared glances, every word, every laugh, and every whispered "I love you" became the foundation of a new chapter. There in that humble Chilean home, surrounded by the love of family and the promise of each tomorrow, you realized that even in the midst of chaos, nothing was as beautiful as simply being home with you.

[andy-15-07]

OMG imagine coming home drunk from a girls night and Pedro is already waiting

A Little Tipsy, A Lot in Love

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT:919| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

Y/N stumbled through the front door, giggling to herself as she struggled to toe off her heels. Her purse barely clung to her shoulder, and her hair was slightly tousled from dancing all night. The faint scent of tequila and lime clung to her, evidence of the wild girls’ night she had just returned from.

Pedro, already waiting on the couch, raised an eyebrow as he watched the scene unfold. He had been expecting this—her texts throughout the night had been riddled with typos and an overuse of exclamation points. "Had fun, did we?"

Y/N gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her chest. "Pedro Pascal! How dare you sneak up on me in my own house!" She swayed slightly and narrowed her eyes at him. "Wait… this is my house, right?"

Pedro chuckled, pushing himself up from the couch and walking over to her. "Yeah, sweetheart. It’s your house. Our house. Remember?" He reached out to steady her as she wobbled, his hands resting on her arms, warm and steady.

She leaned into him with a dreamy sigh. "You're so warm. Like a big, handsome space heater."

"Glad I could be of service," he teased, guiding her towards the couch. "How many drinks did you have?"

She flopped down with an exaggerated groan, throwing her arms up. "Math is hard. But… maybe four margaritas? Or five? There was a round of shots too, but I stopped counting after three."

Pedro sighed, shaking his head fondly. "Remind me to send a strongly worded text to your friends for letting you get this drunk."

"Excuse me, sir! I am an independent woman!" She poked his chest with surprising force. "And I had the best night. You should’ve been there!" She pouted. "We danced, we screamed ‘Shakira Shakira’ at the top of our lungs, and we might have convinced the bartender to play 'Toxic' five times."

Pedro smirked, sitting down beside her. "Sounds like I missed out."

She nodded aggressively, her whole body swaying with the motion. "You did! Also, do you know how cute you are? Because let me tell you something, Pedro Pascal, you are—" She booped his nose. "—so freakin’ cute."

He laughed, catching her hand and lacing his fingers through hers. "You’re extra affectionate when you're drunk."

She gasped again, eyes wide. "I am always affectionate. I just have no filter right now." She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a whisper like she was about to reveal a world-altering secret. "And I may have told my friends I was gonna marry you."

Pedro's eyebrows shot up, amusement flickering across his face. "Oh?"

She nodded, suddenly very serious. "Yep. And they all agreed because, duh, look at you." She squished his face between her hands, her palms warm against his cheeks. "Handsome. Sweet. And you smell good. Like, stupidly good. It’s unfair, really."

Pedro let out a deep laugh, shaking his head as he pried her hands away. "Alright, mi amor, let's get you some water before you start planning the wedding guest list."

Y/N groaned, flopping back against the couch. "Fine, but only because my mouth is dry. And maybe because I love you stupid much."

Pedro stood up and walked towards the kitchen, calling back, "And then you’re going to bed."

She peeked up at him through her lashes. "Only if you tuck me in."

He shot her a knowing look. "I always do."

She smiled, watching him fondly, her vision slightly hazy from the alcohol but her heart clear as ever. "Ugh, you’re the best. Like, top-tier best."

Pedro returned with a glass of water, kneeling in front of her and placing it in her hands. "I know, baby. Now drink up."

As she sipped, she squinted at him, her brows furrowing in thought. "Wait. Did I tell you that sober?"

Pedro grinned, his eyes warm and full of something deeper than just amusement. "You will tomorrow."

The next morning, Y/N woke up to the soft scent of coffee and the feeling of a warm, familiar arm draped over her waist. She groaned, her head pounding slightly, as the memories of the night before trickled in.

Pedro’s chuckle rumbled against her back. "Morning, future Mrs. Pascal."

Her eyes shot open. "Oh no. Oh no, no, no. What did I say?"

He kissed her temple, his voice laced with laughter. "Nothing you don't already mean, cariño. But don't worry—I won't hold you to that wedding plan just yet."

She buried her face in his chest with a muffled groan. "I hate drunk me."

Pedro smirked, tilting her chin up so she had to look at him. "I love all versions of you. Even the one that boops my nose and declares her love to an entire bar."

She groaned again, this time with a small smile. "Fine. But next time, you're coming with me."

"Deal," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Now drink your coffee before I have to carry you to the kitchen."

She sighed dramatically. "You're so bossy. But fine, only because I love you stupid much."

Pedro grinned. "I know, baby. You told me last night."

Y/N playfully smacked his chest before settling back against him, sipping her coffee as Pedro held her close. She might have embarrassed herself last night, but as Pedro kissed the top of her head and murmured sweet nothings against her hair, she figured that if she had to be drunk in love, she wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else but him.

[andy-15-07]

Omg I have this nasty idea… Could u write about threesome with Javier x Steve x reader (love youuuuu)

Triple Temptation

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader x Steve Murphy

Word Count: 1996| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Warning: smut

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

Y/N’s apartment was cloaked in the soft haze of late afternoon light filtering through drawn curtains. It had been one of those long, dangerous days—missions, secrets, and the weight of the Narcos world all pressing down on her. But in the quiet of her living room, nestled on the worn leather couch, she finally felt free. Beside her, Steve Murphy’s hands roamed tenderly over her back as their lips met in a slow, hungry kiss.

“Steve,” she murmured between kisses, “I… I missed you so much today.”

He smiled against her lips, his voice low and sultry. “I missed you too, baby. Every minute without you was pure torture.” His hand slid up her thigh, sending shivers down her spine as he deepened the kiss. Their chemistry was palpable—a forbidden, secret passion that blossomed every time they stole a moment together.

Unbeknownst to them, the apartment door had been left ajar. The quiet hum of the day was soon interrupted by the soft creak of the door as Javier Peña stepped in. Javier, impeccably dressed in his dark suit even on his rare time off, was returning from a long day of government meetings, senators, and covert missions. His eyes, usually steely with determination, softened as they caught sight of the scene before him.

In the living room, Y/N and Steve were entwined on the couch, their bodies pressed together in an intimate dance of desire. Steve’s fingertips trailed fire along Y/N’s arm, while she moaned softly at his every touch. The air was thick with unspoken need and whispered promises—a world where duty and secrecy fell away in the heat of passion.

Javier paused in the doorway, his breath catching. The shock of seeing his two lovers together for a forbidden rendezvous left him momentarily speechless. For a split second, time slowed as he absorbed every detail—the curve of Y/N’s neck, the determined glint in Steve’s eyes, and the undeniable intensity of their kiss. Then, like a bolt of lightning, a mix of jealousy, arousal, and longing surged within him.

“Hey…” Javier’s voice was husky, low, carrying both surprise and something much darker.

Startled, Y/N and Steve broke apart, their eyes wide with a cocktail of guilt and anticipation. Steve’s hand froze mid-stroke, and Y/N’s heart pounded in her ears as they faced the man they both deeply loved.

Javier stepped forward, closing the gap between them, his tailored suit accentuating his powerful frame. “I—I didn’t expect to come home and find you like this,” he said, his tone a blend of stern reproach and undeniable desire.

Y/N swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Javier, I… We… I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to—” Her apology was cut off as Steve interjected.

“Javi, it’s not about apologies. We—” Steve began, his voice rough with suppressed passion, “We’ve always known our connection was complicated. And tonight, I couldn’t resist…”

Javier’s gaze flickered between them, his eyes dark with a mix of hurt and longing. “Complicated, yes… But it’s also ours,” he murmured, stepping closer until his presence filled the room. His hand reached out slowly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Y/N’s face, a silent reminder of the care and devotion he held for her.

A charged silence filled the space. The tension was almost unbearable as all three stood at the intersection of duty and desire, a web of passion and secrets binding them together. Y/N’s voice, soft yet resolute, broke the silence. “I love you both. Each of you brings a different kind of strength, a different kind of passion. And tonight, I want you both.”

Steve’s eyes widened with delight, and Javier’s expression softened, revealing a tenderness beneath the hardened exterior of a government man. “You’re sure?” Javier asked, his voice low and warm as he looked at her with a mix of concern and fervor.

Y/N nodded, her eyes sparkling with determination. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I want to feel all of you. I want this—us—to be real and raw, just like we are.”

Steve leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this moment all day, baby. I want to taste every part of you.”

Javier’s hand gripped Y/N’s waist gently as he stepped closer. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” he said, his voice laced with the promise of passion.

The three of them moved together like a perfectly choreographed dance. Steve slowly guided Y/N onto the couch, their lips meeting again in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. Javier circled around them, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s face as if memorizing every detail.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of whispered dirty talk and the soft murmur of pleasure. “You feel so good,” Javier murmured, his hand trailing down Y/N’s neck as Steve’s fingers tangled in her hair. “I want to savor every moment with you tonight.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as she responded, “Javi… Steve… I need you both. I need your hands, your mouths, your everything.”

Steve’s voice dropped to a sultry growl as he added, “I’ve been aching for this, for you. Let me show you how much I want you.” His hands were skilled and deliberate, moving with a blend of urgency and care that made Y/N’s body tremble in anticipation.

Javier’s lips met hers again, this time with a fiercer passion. “I’m here too,” he whispered, his words a promise and a command all at once. “Every inch of you belongs to me tonight.”

The intensity of the moment escalated rapidly. Their conversations became a fervent mix of dirty talk and tender declarations of love. Y/N’s moans intermingled with the soft exclamations of both men as they explored her body, their touches igniting a fire that seemed to burn away the world outside.

“Tell me what you want,” Javier urged, his voice low and commanding as he paused to kiss her deeply. “I want to know exactly how you want us.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed as she replied breathlessly, “I want you both to take me, to make me yours completely. I want Steve’s gentle caresses and Javi’s bold, determined touch. I want all of you to show me how deeply you desire me.”

Steve chuckled softly, his tone teasing. “Then let’s not hold back,” he said, as his fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns on her skin. “I want to feel every inch of you, to taste every curve, and hear you beg for more.”

Javier’s eyes darkened with desire as he shifted his focus, kissing a trail along her collarbone. “You’re so beautiful, so irresistible,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and lust. “I want to feel you, to have you completely.”

The room became a playground of desire. Y/N’s laughter mingled with soft, heated whispers as Steve moved to kiss her neck, while Javier’s lips and hands roamed her body, eliciting moans that resonated with raw passion. Their dialogue, filled with affectionate banter and dirty talk, wove a tapestry of intimacy that was both fierce and tender.

As the passion built, the three of them found a rhythm—a perfect blend of exploration and connection. Y/N was the center of their universe, and every kiss, every touch was a declaration of their shared love and lust. “Steve,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation, “I need you to take me right now.”

Steve responded by deepening their kiss, his hands sliding under her shirt as he whispered, “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. I want to hear you say my name.” His dirty talk was a heady mix of desire and encouragement, fueling the fire that had been steadily rising.

Javier, not to be outdone, added, “And I want you to let go of all your inhibitions, to give in completely. Let me show you how much I adore you.” His voice was husky as he pressed his lips against hers again, the intensity of his affection and lust mingling in every touch.

Minutes turned into what felt like an eternity of shared passion. They shifted positions, moving seamlessly between kisses, caresses, and whispered promises. Y/N’s body was a canvas for their desire—her skin alive under the skilled touches of two men who revered every part of her. The dirty talk grew bolder, filled with confessions of need and declarations of love that blurred the line between lust and intimacy.

“Steve, you’re so amazing,” Y/N gasped as his hands explored her curves. “I love the way you make me feel.”

Steve’s response was immediate and raw. “I love you too, baby. I’m going to drive you wild tonight, just wait.” His voice was a low growl of satisfaction, punctuating the symphony of their shared desire.

Javier’s eyes shone with intensity as he whispered into her ear, “I want to hear you, Y/N. Tell me how you feel when I touch you.” His words, laced with the promise of pleasure, sent electric shivers down her spine.

She responded in a breathless whisper, “I feel everything—so much everything. I feel alive, desired, complete.” The honesty in her voice resonated with both men, reaffirming the deep bond they shared despite the dangerous world they lived in.

As their passion reached its peak, the air filled with the sound of soft gasps, whispered dirty talk, and the palpable rhythm of their bodies coming together. Each moment was a raw, unfiltered expression of their desires—a passionate union that transcended the ordinary. In that room, with its secrets and stolen moments, the world outside faded into nothingness.

Eventually, as the heat of their shared ecstasy began to subside, the three lay tangled together, breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. The silence was broken only by soft laughter, whispered endearments, and the gentle hum of the city outside.

Javier brushed a stray lock of hair from Y/N’s face and murmured, “You’re everything to me. Tonight, every touch, every word, was a promise of the love we share.”

Steve, still catching his breath, added, “I never knew passion could be this raw, this honest. You make me feel things I never knew existed.”

Y/N, with a tender smile playing on her lips, reached out to hold both men. “I love you both,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of all the stolen moments, the secrets, and the forbidden passion that defined their relationship. “I love the way you make me feel—desired, cherished, and completely alive.”

In that quiet, intimate space, they reaffirmed their bond—a triad of love, passion, and shared secrets. Their relationship was as dangerous and complicated as the world they navigated daily, but in these moments, it was pure and unfiltered. Every whispered word, every heated touch, and every shared glance was a testament to their unique connection—one that defied the odds and transcended the darkness of the outside world.

As the first hints of dawn began to light the sky, casting a soft glow over the room, the three of them lay together, entwined not just in body but in heart and soul. The dangerous world outside continued to churn with secrets and shadows, but within these walls, they had carved out a sanctuary—a place where love was fierce, raw, and beautifully complicated.

Javier kissed Y/N’s forehead gently and murmured, “No matter how dark it gets, I promise you, we’ll always have moments like this.”

Steve wrapped an arm around her, adding, “We’re in this together, every step of the way—no secrets, no pretenses, just the truth of our passion.”

And Y/N, looking from one to the other with eyes filled with unyielding love, replied, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Tonight, we have everything—and that is more than enough.”

In that tender morning light, as the weight of the world loomed beyond the door, the three of them vowed silently that their love would always be their refuge—a sanctuary built on shared passion, trust, and the raw, unyielding power of desire.

[andy-15-07]

Javier Pena x f!reader

You two were in secret relationship, Javier wearing a suit but busy was government with bunch of senators and army. He misses you so much that he could be worried about you. You got back from mission, just scratch. Few hours later, Javi came to you on your apartment. He look for you as you lay in bed. Just relax. You felt his hand was on your cheek, feel so warm and cozy. He literally take care of you *fluffiness*

In the Midst of Shadows

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Word Count: 1902| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

The day had been long and tumultuous—one of those days that left you mentally and physically exhausted. You had just returned from a mission that involved more danger than you cared to admit, barely escaping with a scratch on your arm. Every muscle in your body ached, but the thought of Javier Peña eased the tension in your chest. In the clandestine corners of your secret relationship, his presence was a safe haven.

You lay in your dimly lit apartment, the soft hum of the city outside mingling with the quiet rhythm of your breath. Memories of covert meetings, hidden glances in crowded rooms, and whispered promises in shadowed alleys replayed in your mind like a secret film. You knew the risks of this life—Javier was a government agent entangled with senators and military officials, his days swallowed by endless meetings and high-stakes decisions. But despite the danger, the thrill, and the ever-present threat of exposure, nothing could take away the comfort you found in his arms.

A few hours later, there was a gentle knock on the door. Your heart skipped a beat as you sat up, expecting the unexpected. The familiar sound of his voice echoed from the hallway.

“¿Estás despierta?” Javier whispered as he stepped into your room. His accent, rich and commanding, wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

“I was waiting for you,” you replied, your voice soft but steady, betraying none of the fatigue that weighed on you. “I needed to feel safe.”

Javier’s eyes, dark and intense as ever, scanned your face with a mixture of relief and quiet concern. “You’re safe now. I’ve been worried sick since you went on that mission. Every minute away from you felt like an eternity,” he said, his tone firm yet tender.

Without another word, he moved closer, his hand gently resting on your cheek. You could feel the strength behind his touch, and the warmth of his skin contrasted perfectly with the cool night air seeping through the window. “Just relax, love. Let me take care of you,” he murmured, as if to erase all your worries with a single caress.

You leaned into his touch, your eyes closing as you savored the moment. “I missed you, Javi,” you whispered, your voice a mix of vulnerability and desire. “Every second away from you was agony.”

He chuckled softly, a low sound that vibrated with affection. “I missed you too. Every meeting, every decision I made, I kept thinking about coming home to you.” His words were punctuated by the occasional sound of distant sirens and murmurs of the city below—reminders that danger and duty were never far behind.

The night deepened around you, cocooning the room in shadows and soft whispers. Javier moved to sit beside you on the bed, carefully setting aside the heavy weight of his responsibilities for just a moment. “Tell me everything,” he said, brushing back a stray lock of hair from your face. “I need to know you’re alright.”

Taking a deep breath, you recounted the day’s events—the mission, the narrow escape, the feeling of powerlessness when you saw blood at the scene, and the overwhelming relief when you finally made it home. Javier listened intently, his gaze never leaving yours, each detail imprinted on his heart as if your pain was his own.

“I can’t imagine how hard it must have been,” he said once you finished, his voice laced with worry. “But you did what you had to do, and you made it back. I promise, I’ll always be here to pull you out of the fire.”

The words, simple yet powerful, wrapped around you like a shield. “I know,” you replied, reaching up to squeeze his hand. “Sometimes, I feel like I’m not strong enough, that this world is too dangerous. But then I remember that you’re here, and suddenly, everything feels possible.”

Javier’s expression softened, his eyes glinting with admiration. “You are stronger than you think, Y/N. Every day, you face danger head-on, and you do it with grace. I’m proud of you.” He paused, as if choosing his next words with care. “I worry, though. There are days when I fear losing you—this life, these secrets, they put us at risk every moment.”

A heavy silence filled the space between you, thick with unspoken fears and the weight of hidden truths. After a moment, you broke the silence. “Javier, I know what we’re doing is dangerous, but it’s the only thing that feels real in a world full of lies and betrayal. When I’m with you, I can breathe. I can laugh. I can love without fear.”

He smiled, a small, crooked smile that made his eyes sparkle. “Then let’s promise each other something,” he said, his tone playful yet sincere. “No matter how dark the world gets, we’ll always have these moments, these stolen hours together. You are my sanctuary.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with love. “And you are mine,” you agreed, your voice firm despite the vulnerability in your eyes.

The conversation flowed naturally, every word drawing you both closer. Javier began recounting stories from his day—a terse meeting with senators, the constant scrutiny from high-ranking officials, and the dangerous liaisons that sometimes felt like stepping into a minefield. His voice was measured, yet beneath the calm exterior, you could sense the turmoil of a man caught between duty and desire.

At one point, as he described a particularly tense encounter with a military officer, he leaned forward, his tone softening. “I wish I could just disappear with you,” he admitted, “leave all this behind and start over somewhere quiet, where our secrets wouldn’t be a burden.”

The idea hung in the air between you. For a moment, you both envisioned a life far removed from the chaos—a simple, honest life where love was the only thing that mattered. But the reality of your world was too potent, too dangerous to ignore.

“We might never have that luxury, Javi,” you said gently. “But every moment we steal from this madness is ours. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

He smiled wistfully, then reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I know,” he murmured. “And tonight, I’m not thinking about the world. I’m thinking about you—about us. I’m here to take care of you. Let me help you heal.”

His hands moved with practiced care, massaging away the tension from your shoulders as you sunk deeper into the plush comfort of the bed. The soft rustle of fabric, the murmur of your voices, and the quiet intensity of your connection filled the room, creating a haven where nothing else mattered.

After a while, you spoke up again, your voice barely above a whisper. “Javier, do you ever think about how surreal this is? The power we wield, the lives we touch, the secrets we keep… Sometimes it all feels too heavy.”

Javier paused, considering your words. “Every day,” he admitted. “I live in a world of corruption, of violence, where every decision could change the course of a life. But then I come home, and in your eyes, I see a glimpse of hope—a future where the weight of responsibility isn’t so crushing. It’s a reminder that there’s something worth fighting for.”

His sincerity struck a chord deep within you. “I believe in you, Javi,” you said, your tone resolute. “And I believe in us. We might be walking a dangerous line, but together, we can face whatever comes our way.”

He nodded, pressing his forehead gently against yours. “Together,” he echoed. “And I promise you this: no matter how tangled our lives get, I will always find my way back to you.”

The night wore on, the conversation a mix of laughter, whispered dreams, and the occasional solemn pause as you both acknowledged the fragility of your world. Javier’s presence, steadfast and unwavering, was a constant reminder that even amidst chaos and danger, love could still bloom.

At one point, as the weight of his responsibilities seeped back into the conversation, he chuckled. “You know, sometimes I think my suit is my only shield—more than the power it represents, it’s a reminder of the battles I fight every day. But with you here, I feel invincible.”

You smiled, eyes glistening with unshed tears of gratitude. “I’m not asking for you to be invincible, Javi. I’m asking you to be the man I love—the man who has the courage to stand up for what’s right, even when it’s hard. And the man who isn’t afraid to show his softer side when no one is watching.”

His laughter was soft and warm. “And you, my love, have a way of making me feel like I’m the luckiest man in the world. Even on days when the weight of the world seems unbearable, you remind me that there’s beauty in every moment.”

You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “Promise me that you’ll always come back to me, no matter how many battles you have to fight.”

“I promise,” he said firmly, his eyes locking with yours in a silent vow. “No matter what happens, no matter how dark the days may become, I will always find my way home—to you.”

The conversation drifted into moments of comfortable silence as the night deepened. You could hear the distant sounds of the city, but in your apartment, it felt like time had slowed, leaving only the two of you cocooned in your secret world. Javier’s hand still rested on your cheek, and every touch, every whispered word, was a testament to the love you both fought so hard to preserve.

As the hours passed, you both found solace in the gentle cadence of shared dreams and quiet confessions. The complexities of your lives—the dangerous liaisons, the covert missions, the ever-present threat of discovery—melted away in the simple truth of your connection. In that room, wrapped in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, nothing else mattered except the unspoken promise of a future together.

Javier leaned in, his voice a soft murmur in your ear, “Tonight, let’s forget the world outside. Let’s just be—me, you, and the hope that we can carve out our own little sanctuary.”

You smiled, closing your eyes as his warm breath caressed your skin. “I’d like that. More than anything.”

And so, under the quiet watch of the night, in a city that never truly slept, you both embraced the fleeting moments of peace. Every word, every touch, every heartbeat was a reminder that love, no matter how dangerous, was worth every risk. In that delicate balance between duty and desire, you had found a place where you could be yourself—vulnerable, passionate, and entirely alive.

As the first hints of dawn crept through the window, Javier whispered, “I’ll always be here for you. No matter how many battles await us, our love will be our refuge.”

Your response was soft but resolute, “And I’ll always be waiting, knowing that every time you return, a part of me is home.”

In that quiet, secret moment, the world outside seemed to pause—allowing just enough time for two souls, bound by danger and desire, to find solace in each other’s arms. The challenges ahead were many, but in that small, hidden apartment, you had already won the most important battle: the fight for love.

[andy-15-07]

would you do a bf.Paul Mescal x reader where she is afraid of spiders and she calls Paul to get if for her?

Spider Help

PAIRING:Paul Mescal x reader

WORD COUNT: 506 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Paul Mescal Masterlis

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

Y/N had never claimed to be fearless. In fact, she was very open about the fact that some things in life absolutely terrified her—like the existential crisis she had at least once a week, or the deep fear of getting stuck in an elevator. But nothing, nothing, sent shivers down her spine quite like spiders.

So when she spotted one, large and menacing, sitting in the corner of the ceiling above her bed, her first instinct was to burn the whole apartment down.

Instead, she grabbed her phone and did the only rational thing: she called Paul.

The phone rang twice before his warm voice came through. "Hey, love. What's up?"

"Paul. Emergency. Life or death situation."

There was a pause, and then, in a much more serious tone, "Are you okay? What happened?"

"There’s a spider."

Silence. And then: "Y/N."

"Paul. It’s huge. Like, I swear to God, I can see its eyes. It’s looking at me, Paul. It knows I’m afraid."

A laugh bubbled through the speaker. "Oh, does it now?"

"This isn’t funny! I can’t go near it. I can’t even breathe properly knowing it’s here. Please come get rid of it."

"Y/N, love, I’m at the gym."

"And I’m at home! With Satan on my ceiling!"

Paul sighed, but she could hear the smile in his voice. "Alright, alright. I’m coming."

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at her door. She flung it open so fast Paul barely had time to react before she was pulling him inside.

"Where is it?" he asked, slipping off his jacket.

She pointed dramatically toward the ceiling. "Right there."

Paul followed her gaze, squinting. "Babe, that’s tiny."

"Tiny? That’s a monster! I can’t sleep knowing it’s in here. What if it crawls into my mouth at night? Or worse—lays eggs?"

Paul chuckled as he made his way to the kitchen, retrieving a glass and a piece of paper. "Alright, you dramatic little thing, let’s get rid of your eight-legged nemesis."

Y/N watched from the safety of the doorway as he effortlessly trapped the spider, sliding the paper underneath it.

"Okay, I’m officially in love with you all over again," she sighed in relief.

"That’s all it takes?" he teased, walking toward the window. "Not my charm, my good looks, or the fact that I make you tea every morning—just me handling a spider?"

"You don’t understand, Paul. I would’ve had to move out if you didn’t come. I would’ve vacated the premises."

He opened the window and gently released the spider outside before turning back to her with a smirk. "There. Your home is now arachnid-free. Can I get a reward for my heroism?"

Y/N grinned and stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You get unlimited kisses. And maybe I’ll even let you pick the movie tonight."

Paul pretended to consider it. "Hmm. Sounds like a fair trade."

She leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back just enough to murmur, "My knight in shining gym shorts."

He laughed, kissing her again. "Always here to save you, love. Even from tiny little spiders."