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heartbreakgrill · 2 years ago

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dancing queen; pedro pascal.

a/n: i’m a whore, that’s all i can say. no warnings. set during snl.

"alright, people!" liz clapped her hands together, reigning the attention of the noisy theatre.

i pushed my glasses up my nose and shuffled through the scripts on my lap. i brought out the first one, stuck underneath a thick packet with information about next week's show.

liz moved down the stage, to her director's chair alongside the cameras in front. "i wanna run through the intro once more. and probably the la scene. then, i'm gonna let you off early tonight. you've all been fantastic this week. and we've a late night tomorrow. sound good?"

she was replied with a loud cheer from the cast and crew, filling up the stage and pit areas. everyone got into their places and the lights began to dim. i uncapped my highlighter, chewing on the end of it.

"and, action!"

the intro music of the show began playing. darrell hammond started reading the cast members off, ending with the musical guest, and our host;

"pedro pascal!"

my eyes followed the words on the script before me, but i lifted my gaze when his name was announced. the door behind the band opened, and he bounced out onto the stage.

the cast and crew clapped, and he responded like it was an actual audience- waving both his hands towards the audience. a giant grin overwhelmed his face, deepening the attractively placed wrinkles in his cheeks.

i pulled the highlighter from my mouth, lips parted slightly in admiration. he was really good looking.

"stop drooling."

i jumped in my seat, a light gasp sucked up in my chest, as heidi slid into the seat beside me. she chuckled lightly at my surprise.

"i'm not drooling," i rolled my eyes, hugging the thick binder to my chest. i set it back on my lap and reached down at to my feet for my bottle. "i was staring off into space."

"yeah, and i'm a martian," she scoffed.

i flickered my hand in her direction, and took a sip from my water bottle. "don't be ashamed. he's daddy."

i choked on the water streaming down my throat, face burning red as pedro stuttered across his words and stopped. liz sighed, "quiet in the audience, please."

i continued spluttering into my elbow, and heidi covered her mouth, laughing quietly as possible. pedro looked to the director and awaited his moment to continue his monologue. liz sighed again, turning slightly in her chair, "are you okay, y/n?"

pedro crossed his hands in front of him and followed her gaze my way. i know he couldn't see me because the lights were dimmed, but i blushed a bit. he looked concerned.

"fine, thanks!" i spoke, hoarsely. "sorry."

liz shook her head, "no worries."

pedro brushed a hand across his cheek. "i know my monologue is funny, but please don't die on my account."

the crew shared a laugh, before liz directed him to, "please, continue."

heidi patted my back gently. "he is soooo daddy."

"stop saying daddy and go get ready," i pulled my back away, dodging her touch.

she snorted before leaving me alone. i pressed my cold hands to my cheeks, hoping it would calm down the redness.

pedro, eventually, finished his monologue. i clapped, fervently, with the rest of the cast and crew. liz called out to everyone, again, and decided to release us for the evening.

i shoved all of my papers into my binder, clipped the highlighter onto the front, and pushed up off of my chair. heidi was on the stage, chatting with keenan, and i b-lined towards them.

my ears zoned in on their conversation, but my brain tuned them out, as i settled beside either of them. keenan interrupted himself, "hey, girlfriend."

i smiled up at him, "hi, keen. great job tonight."

he grinned at me. "its easy to do well when the sketches are so funny."

"aw, shucks!" i waved him off, smiling sweetly at the compliment. "no, seriously, though. must be something in the water this week. everyone's killing it."

heidi peered over my shoulder, a knowing smirk crossing her face, "i think it's partly pedro."

i turned my head and matched her gaze, "he is pretty funny." heidi shoved my shoulder lightly and my head snapped back around. "what?"

she licked her bottom lip, eyebrows flicking up at me. "you know what."

keenan looked between us with confusion, "i dont. what?"

"our sweet little y/n here," she wrapped an arm around my shoulders, "has the hots for mr. pascal."

keenan snickered, "well, duh. that's pretty obvious."

my face heated up. i clutched the binder tighter to me chest, as if i could disappear into its folds. "what!? what do you mean its obvious?"

keenan rose a brow at me, "uh- it’s obvious, honey. colin and i were making fun of you earlier when you were giving him his script. your face was so red.”

i banged my head against the binder, my chest fluttering. “oh, my god. that’s so embarrassing. do you think he noticed?”

heidi and keenan were laughing loudly at my flustering. keenan cleared his throat, but was still snickering slightly. “oh, i think he noticed. and i think he was into it.”

heidi gasped, excited at the idea, “yes! i saw him staring at her earlier, when she backstage helping liz with something. he was standing beside me on stage and we were talking about something, but he just trailed off!”

i lowered the binder and blew a raspberry through my lips. “you’re insane, heidi. that didn’t happen.”

keenan’s jaw dropped. “you know what this means?”

“what?” heidi leaned into him, bracing a hand in the air. “what does it mean?!”

he glanced to me, a twinkle in his eye. “we have to set them up!”

heidi made a screeching sound that caused me to cringe. i blushed; again. heidi grabbed my shoulders, shaking me about.

i pulled out of her clutches. “do not even think about it!” i interrupted both of them.

they ignored me, crowding each other as they started gossiping about it. they started off towards the dressing rooms and practically left me in the dust.

i threw my hands down in defeat and watched their backs retreat from view. after my hesitation, i began my way to where they probably were- heidi’s dressing room. as i turned the corner backstage, i heard pedro chatting away with someone up ahead. my mouth went dry and i quickly opened up my binder. i could pretend i was busy and wasn’t paying attention. i was so mysterious and hot and cool. i didn’t care about anything.

wrong.

pedro and colin were standing by the door to the lobby, where the elevators and stairs led away. colin glanced at me as i walked past. my hands shook slightly as i shuffled a paper around. i felt blood press against my skin.

as i fully passed them, i glanced up for just a second. pedro looked away from colin and met my eyes. he smiled cheerfully, waving a hand in my direction. my pupils blew out, and i pictured my eyes as hearts, like some animated caricature.

but, without even trying, a small smile painted my lips.

when i made it to heidi’s dressing room, i was practically gushy. my office was elsewhere, but i tended to hole up in her dressing room. i shared space with some interns, and they were usually annoyingly noisy.

i didn't mind their want to play music every time any of them were in the office. but they played weird shit, like, sometimes, the gummy bear song. heidi always let me play my music- and my music taste was impeccable.

keenan sat upon heidi’s couch, leaning forward as he listened intently to whatever heidi- sitting at her vanity- was rambling about. it sounded like they’d moved on from discussing me.

i slumped onto the couch beside keenan, dropping my binder on the floor. i picked up a throw pillow and stuffed my face in its embrace.

“ugh!” i yelped.

keenan and heidi trailed off. he pulled the corner of the pillow away from my face and my eye peeked out. “you good, girl?”

i shook my head and slouched against the couch, pillow in my lap. “you guys are right.”

heidi immediately broke out into a grin. “and what are we right about?”

i rolled my eyes with a deep, guttural sigh. “he’s so fucking hot.”

they shared a loud laugh, and i gave in, giggling along with them. keenan high-fived heidi. “i knew it! do we have permission to set you up?”

i shrugged. i blushed again, but i didn’t fight it. “honestly? please get me laid.”

heidi quickly stood from her spot. she went to her closet and dug around in a bag. i heard a glass clink and giggled. “is this an occasion deserving of the vodka?” keenan remarked.

heidi nodded excitedly, dropping back into her seat with a full bottle of liquor. she held three shot glasses in her other hand and carefully passed them out to us.

“we don’t have to be in until 3 tomorrow. it’s barely midnight. let’s party a little, yeah? celebrate the hopeful end of y/n’s dry period,” heidi uncapped the liquor as she spoke.

i scraped a nail against the tag on the shot glass. it was a nyc tourist gift, but it was special. we had bought it from times square my first night on the show. the liquor came from some bodega a few blocks away. it was our special sauce.

i guess pedro really was looking at me. damn. good for me.

heidi filled out glasses. we all clinked them together and let them slide down our throats. i crinkled my nose in disgust. plain liquor was nasty.

“another, please,” keenan sang, slamming the glass against the side of the vodka bottle.

thirty minutes later, we had done about half a dozen shots a person. i had shed my shoes a while ago, turned on some music through heidi’s little speaker. i knew others had stayed late, too, to study scenes or run over things for tomorrow. during the season, it was rare for the studio to be empty. so i kept the music at a reasonable volume as i began dancing to it.

heidi stood, trying to fill my shot glass. i jumped to the taylor swift song, the shot glass in my hand shooting up and down with me. i spun in a circle as i jumped and came face to face with heidi. she grinned at my happy exterior, warm from the liquor.

“can you stop for one sec?” she laughed.

i pouted, but settled on my heels. i bounced on the balls of my feet as she filled my glass, holding my hand steady. the song picked up again, and i swung my hips side to side, hitting every rhythm. when she finished, i quickly took it, set it down on the vanity, and spun in another circle.

“y/n,” keenan stood from the couch, holding out a hand. “turn it up!”

i glanced into the hallway, a little worried to disturb people. but, we never did this. we never let loose and had fun- me, specifically. we’d get brunch together, starbucks before rehearsal. we’d been to a few bars, but we never did shots and danced to loud music at work. it was fun. and after a hard week, it was deserved.

i reached over to the speaker and turned it up all the way. it’s not like we were going to get fired, anyways.

keenan and heidi joined me on the make-shift dance floor, doing their own, weird dance moves. a fleetwood mac song came on and i swear to god i went feral.

i cheered, pumped my fist in the air like a child, and began moving my body to the new beat. i was a decent dancer, i would admit that. i was always on beat, and though i made funny expressions, i was known for doing well at the club.

“i love this song!” heidi commented, jabbing her thumbs in either directions on each beat.

i laughed, running a hand through my hair. my eyes fell shut, my head slumped back, and i spun again, shaking my body around.

keenan reached out a hand again, and i took it, laughing as we danced together. he twirled me around, and i rubbed my butt against his side. i pulled away from him, pointed at heidi as the chorus came around again, and sang, “i wanna be with you everywhere!”

“damn, mama, get it!”

i swear to god, i burst into flames. we entered a parallel universe and the world exploded and i choked on my own throat and im dying. i’m dead. i died.

i stopped in my tracks, arms slack at my sides. i met heidi’s eyes, my own wider than possible, as my jaw hung open. she continued swaying side to side, but she was laughing very loudly. keenan snorted into his hand.

i turned, tucking my hair nervously behind my ears. pedro and colin stood outside of our door. the latter man was bent at the waist, laughter ringing throughout the hallway. i blushed, deeply, feeling red hot wash down my body, to the tips of my toes.

pedro was grinning at me, arms crossed, a rolled up script in his fist. i cracked a small smile, but i was incredibly embarrassed.

“what’re we drinking?” pedro asked, moving into the room. colin followed, popping onto the couch. pedro stood beside me, towering over my frame. he smelled like yumminess.

he looked down at me, grinning still. “cmon, don’t stop on our account. i wanna join in!”

it was probably the liquid courage in me, as i teetered on the edge of sober and a little drunk. but, i was happy because instead of being weird and nervous, i grabbed the vodka bottle from heidi and filled pedro a shot glass.

he held it between his fingers, watching as the vodka filled to the brim. we were standing very close to one another.

he looked up from the glass, meeting my eyes, and he flashed his teeth at me. i grinned, gooey eyed again.

i held the bottle to my chest when i finished filling his glass. he glanced to me again, “where’s yours? i can’t do one on my own.”

heidi handed me her shot glass. i knew the three of them were watching us intently, but it was thrilling- the undeniable tension in the room. i filled the glass.

i held it up to pedro, a silent cheers. he wrapped his arm around mine, maintaining direct eye contact. it tugged me forward a bit, and i wanted to sigh at the sweet touch of our skin. he kept his eyes on mine as we took the shots.

then, he took my glass from my hand and set the both of them on the vanity.

another song booted up; sex on fire by kings of leon. how perfect.

pedro held out his hand, tilting his head at me. i bit my lip, but took ahold of his palm. he wrapped his fingers around my hand, pulled me closer, and we started dancing.

heidi and keenan went back to it, and colin just watched, amused at our shenanigans. pedro and i moved in sync, jumping up and down, bouncing into one another, yelling the lyrics at the top of our lungs. during the chorus, he got real close to my face, looking me directly in the eye as he sang.

heidi remembered the strand of lights on her wall. she gasped, ran over to turn the lights off. we all cheered at the dimly lit room, feeling more like we were all at a club and not at work.

eventually, as the song changed to wet desk by wet leg, he pulled his touch lower on my arm, over the cap of my shoulder, straight down my side and to my hip. his fingers wrapped around my hip, and he tugged my closer. my back hit his chest, and our steps molded together, like we were attached by our hips. my hand was in the air, but it attached itself to the nape of his neck. i slid them through his fingers. his skin was warm.

i saw heidi out of the corner of my eye. her jaw fell open, her pupils wide. she stopped dancing, and slapped a hand on keenan’s shoulder. he was turned away, but slowly danced until he was facing us. i watched him register pedro and i. it was a silly expression that crossed his face.

pedro’s chin pressed against my neck. goosebumps tickled my skin.

his lips brushed against the bottom of my ear, “damn, mama.”

yeah, i was definitely dead.

—

it was 11:30. the band was playing the opening music, loud and clear in my headset. i sat in front of the stage, on a wooden chair with the black fabric back and butt. it didn’t have my name on it, just head writer in bold, white letters. i always felt fancy in it.

i adjusted my head set, pushed my glasses further up my nose. liz, sat beside me in her own chair, glanced at me as i shuffled. she smiled encouragingly.

darrell announced the cast members, like yesterday. the audience clapped, cheering as the red sing above our heads encouraged them to do. i shuffled some papers, and pulled out pedro’s monologue.

his name was announced and he ran out of the doors. i hadn’t seen him since yesterday, and i couldn’t lie- i was a little nervous. something between us, whatever it was, had been validated by last night’s dancing. it was up to someone to break that tension.

it sure as hell wasn’t going to be me.

i looked up from my binder, and i swear drool pooled in my mouth. he was wearing this purple shirt, long sleeved with a little ribbon hanging off of it. the color complimented his skin, his hair, so well. he was ten feet away, but i swear it brought out the gold in his brown eyes.

my eyes raked up his body, taking in his appearance. i felt liz nudge my arm and i glanced at her. she was grinning, “stop staring.”

i rolled my eyes. okay, so it was that obvious. i flicked her arm. she chuckled into her hand, attempting to be quiet.

pedro went on with his monologue, delivering it beautifully. by the end, the audience was crying with laughter. i let out a few giggles here and there, but i tried to maintain my composure. as he finished, pedro thanked the cast and crew for working with him this week. he turned his head towards either side of the stage, nodding at everybody. then, he dragged his eyes across the front of the stage, where liz and i sat. he waved at her, and when he met my stare, he dropped a wink.

i literally fangirled.

through the rest of the show, i was extremely antsy to see heidi and keenan and tell them what happened. finally, at around 1am, the credits rolled and the cameras shut off. i raced backstage, sliding my headset off of my ears and around my neck.

heidi was backstage, removing a wig from her head, when i practically tackled her. she flinched as i grabbed her shoulders, shaking them.

“oh, my god,” i groaned, hitting my head off her shoulder.

she laughed at my antics and pushed me off of her. “what?! what happened?!”

i stepped back, apologized to the hair dresser. i brushed down the wrinkles in my shirt, unable to hide the grin on my face. “he winked at me,” i held out my hands, as if delivering the news to her literally.

heidi’s head dropped back. she squealed, shaking her closed fists excitedly. “this is literally movie,” she looked back up at me. “you’re in a rom com.”

i giggled, “god, i hope so. listen, when are you and keenan going to, like..talk to him?”

it felt like we were in middle school, but i couldn’t care at this point. he wanted me.

god, life was so good.

“we already did,” heidi shrugged.

i gasped, covering my mouth with the palm of my hand. “what?”

she tapped my forearm, willing me to peel away my shock. “don’t freak out. it was before the show. we were just hanging around backstage.”

a dramatically long pause rolled between us. i popped my chin forward, brows raising up in my forehead. “uh…and?” i pushed her on.

heidi snickered, and stopped teasing me, “okay, he’s really into you, girl. we were just chatting about last night. and he brought you up. we didn’t even say anything. he asked if you were single, and we obviously said yes. he asked if we knew if you’d been like, looking for anything. and i practically screamed in his face. so, i think he’s probably going to be asking you out.”

i closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “what did i do to deserve such a wonderful fucking thing? thank you universe, thank you joe biden. just thank you, world, for such a blessing. i will not let you down.”

heidi snickered at my sarcasm. she stood after the hairdresser lifted the wig from her head. “honestly,” she thought for a moment, “god find him. go manifest that shit.”

i tapped my chin. “you think?”

“yes,” she waved me off, “he’s daddy, but i think he’s into, like, a power struggle. oh, you better tell me if i’m right or wrong whenever y’all…”

she made a suggestive face. i shoved her shoulder. i could only put up with so much.

i turned towards the stage, where pedro was standing with liz, chatting away excitedly. i looked back over my shoulder, at heidi. she flicked her brows at me. i took a confident step forward, and nearly stopped, but heidi pushed my lower back gently.

i approached liz and pedro slowly, fingers fumbling with one another in front of me. liz saw me over pedro’s shoulder and cut herself off. she patted his shoulder, murmured some kind of goodbye, and walked past me. she winked.

pedro turned in my direction, once he noticed i was there. he grinned brightly, “hey, mama.”

i melted into the floor. a smile grew on my expression. i was nervous, but none of that mattered when he looked at me like that. “hey. great job out there.”

“hey, the script was great,” he corrected me. “you’re seriously talented at writing. and, you know, dancing.”

i blushed and looked down at my shoes. “jeez, thanks.”

pedro chuckled lightly. “last night was fun.”

i looked back up at him, meeting his golden-brown eyes. they were very…nice.

“yeah.” i braced myself with confidence thoughts, squaring my shoulders and standing a little taller, “we should do it again sometime.”

pedro’s chin tilted, a knowing look crossing his gaze. “you know, i’m back in new york for the time being. my schedule’s open.”

“then it’s a date.”

we went dancing.

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