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Pedro Acosta (KTM) - Sweet Tooth

Day 1 of Christmas

Prompt: Baking Gingerbread

25 Days Of Christmas

The kitchen was filled with the warm, spicy scent of gingerbread baking in the oven. Y/n smiled as she rolled out the dough, cutting little gingerbread men one by one, while Pedro stood beside her, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "I think we're getting better at this." She said, placing another tray of cookies into the oven. Pedro gave her a playful nudge with his elbow. "Better? Bebe, we're professionals at this point." His voice was dripping with mock confidence. Y/n giggled, wiping a bit of flour off his cheek upon glancing at him. "Professionals, huh? You still get the measurements wrong half the time!"

Pedro gasped in mock offense, clutching his heart. "I would never! I am a man of precision." Rolling her eyes, Y/n grabbed the bowl of freshly made icing, the pale white glaze looking perfect. "Sure, you are." She teased. "Why don't you help me ice these guys, Mr. Precision?" Pedro, with a twinkle in his eye, picked up the spoon to inspect the icing. He dipped a finger in it, scooping up a bit to taste. Before Y/n could stop him, he brought it to his lips, eyes lighting up like a little kid. "Mmm, this is good!" He exclaimed, but he didn't stop there. The next thing she knew, he was licking the spoon clean, savoring every bit of the sweet icing like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

Y/n pulled the bowl closer to her, trying to stifle a laugh. "You're like a kid, you know that?" Pedro grinned, wiping a bit of icing from his chin with the back of his hand. "What? You made it so good! How could I resist?" Shaking her head, she took the spoon from him and handed him another clean one. "Fine. Just try to resist this time and help me with the gingerbread men, okay?" He winked at her, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. "No promises."

As they began icing the little gingerbread men, Pedro kept sneaking glances at the bowl of icing. Y/n caught him more than once, raising an eyebrow in warning, but he only shrugged innocently. "You really are like a kid." She muttered under her breath, though she couldn’t help but smile.

Before long, the gingerbread men were perfectly decorated, standing in a neat little row with icing smiles and candy buttons. Y/n stepped back to admire their work. "They look amazing." Pedro wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "You mean we look amazing." He said, pointing to the gingerbread figures. "That one's definitely me." He gestured to one with a slightly crooked smile. Y/n laughed, leaning into him. "And that one’s me." She pointed to the gingerbread man next to it, its arms stretched out toward Pedro’s. "Perfect match." He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. She smiled, turning her face up to him. "You're still not getting any more icing, though." Pedro chuckled, looking down at her with that signature smirk. "We'll see about that."

[lucy90712]

Do you write for Pedro Acosta? Could you write some post win celebration kisses? I hope this isn't too vague, thank you :)

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This year pre season has felt so incredibly long but finally after months off and a few tests it is time for the first race of the season in Portugal. I have been looking forward to the first race of the season for months as I really think this year could be Pedro's year to win the championship. Sadly I couldn't make it for the first practice sessions as I had classes which Pedro wouldn't allow me to miss even though I wanted to. Instead I had to just listen to what was happening on my phone throughout the day which wasn't anywhere near the same as being there in person but I made it work. 

I was worried that I'd miss free practice 3 as well as I needed to get a flight out to Portugal and then get to the track but luckily there was a really early flight that I was able to get on which should get there in time for practice. Getting a flight so early meant that I barely got any sleep as I had to pack and then get to the airport in time to make my flight but it will be worth it to see Pedro out on track. Pedro actually doesn't know that I'm getting a flight so early as I told him my flight was later in the morning which it was until I changed it. I could've told him about my new flight time but I thought it would be fun to surprise him before fp3 that's assuming that I actually make it in time to do that. I would love to surprise him as Pedro is always telling me that it doesn't bother him when I can't make it to races but I know he's not always telling the truth like this weekend I know he was hoping I'd be there for fp3 and right now he thinks I won't make it in time. 

Luckily my flight arrived on time and I managed to run through the airport and get into a taxi in pretty good time. I have never been to portimao before so I wasn't sure how busy the roads near the circuit would be but it seemed luck was on my side as there wasn't too much traffic so I made it to the track in good time. The only part of my plan I hadn't thought through was how I was going to get in as I didn't have my pass and rightly so security wouldn't let me in without it. After freaking out for a moment I calmed down and decided to text one of Pedro's engineers who came right out to meet me and together we headed into the paddock. By the time we were getting close to the pit garage there was just 15 minutes before practice so I had the engineer check if Pedro was in the garage yet but he wasn't so I knew he must be in his motorhome still. 

For some reason I started to get nervous as I approached the door to the motorhome but I still knocked on the door and waited until I heard Pedro respond before I opened it. My aim was to act like a member of the team so that when he actually saw me he would be surprised. When I went in Pedro was facing the other way getting his leathers on so I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. I made him jump but luckily he quickly realised it was me and turned around picking me up to hug me tightly. He gave me a kiss before putting me back down and gathering his things so we could head to the garage. 

"This is a lovely surprise but how are you here" Pedro questioned 

"I switched my flight to a really early one and just came straight here which means I've had pretty much no sleep so you need to do well to wake me up" I said 

"Well I better do well then to make it worth your trouble" he laughed 

We headed to the garage together and Pedro pretty much got straight on his bike to head out on track. The session did very much wake me up as there was a lot of fast laps coming in from everyone it was hard to keep up with who was where in the combined times. At the end of the session Pedro was 3rd which he was happy with as it got him straight through to q2 and proved that he was competitive heading into qualifying. Qualifying is something Pedro has been talking about improving for the entirety of the off season so it will be an important session for him later to know if all the work he's been putting in has paid off. 

In between sessions I had to do some work for my classes so I sat in Pedro's motorhome with him sat right behind me watching everything I was doing. His arms were around my waist and his head was rested on my shoulder as I pretty much sat in his lap. Usually Pedro doesn't ask too many questions about what I'm studying as whenever I try to explain he doesn't understand but today he wanted me to explain everything I was writing. If it were anyone else asking it might annoy me but I was happy to explain what I meant as I was writing to him and actually saying it out loud really helped me get my point together better. Together we wrote most of one of my essay I have due soon and it was actually turning out really good despite it being for my hardest class. When I stopped writing for the day and shut down my laptop Pedro pulled me backwards so that we were both laying down and it tuned over so that we were face to face. For the rest of the time we had between the sessions we laid together on the sofa just talking and exchanging kisses every now and then. 

Inevitably our quiet time together came to an end and Pedro had to get himself ready for qualifying. Once he was ready we headed into the garage and waited for the session to start. As he went to leave the team wished him luck and I gave him one last hug and kissed his helmet which has kind of become our thing before any session. Once he had gone out of the garage I took his seat and had my eyes glued to the screen watching as every lap time came in. The first laps came in and Pedro was a bit further down the order but I knew he had more to give so I kept my fingers crossed as the time on the clock ticked down. As the checkered flag approached I was starting to get nervous but the rest of the team seemed confident so I tried to feed off of their energy to keep myself calm. All of a sudden Pedro set a great lap that put him into 3rd which meant it was down to everyone else to decide the final order. After the final rider crossed the line  Pedro was still in 3rd so the entire team celebrated with each other before heading to parc ferme to greet him. 

Usually I don't go to parc ferme as I don't like to be on camera and we prefer to keep relationship as private as possible so it's easiest if I just stay out the way. Today I just really wanted to celebrate with Pedro in the moment as qualifying on the front row is a great achievement for him and I want to show my support. When he came in the whole team were so happy for him it was really nice to watch as his team are like his second family so it's always nice to see them celebrate together. I let him have his time with the team before Pedro's crew chief ushered me forward and as soon as Pedro saw me he engulfed me in a tight hug and kissed my cheek. 

We didn't get long to celebrate before he was dragged off to do his interview and then he had to do the rest of the media duties. Like always I just waited for him in the motorhome knowing he would take forever as he always likes to talk with fans for a while after he's done for the day. As much as sometimes it can be annoying that he spends so long signing things it's also really sweet that he loves the fans so much and wants to interact with as many as he can. 

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Race day is hectic as it is but this morning was worse than usual as Pedro woke up early as he was nervous and of course I had to help keep him calm. Pedro doesn't usually get nervous before races the only time I've seen him get nervous was before the race where he won the moto3 championship. In fact the only other time I've seen him as nervous as he was when I woke up was when he asked me to be his girlfriend which at the time was cute but now seeing him so nervous is upsetting me. I know that nerves are normal to some extent but when Pedro started pacing around the room while I was doing my hair I knew that something was wrong. 

Over breakfast I managed to distract him but by the time we made it back he was definitely getting nervous again and I knew I had to stop him from psyching himself out. Usually it's Pedro calming me down when I have exams or am stressed with all my assignments but now it's my turn to return the favour. Having not done this very often I don't really know what to say that will help him and not make things worse but I can't start overthinking things too. As he was pacing up and down I stood in front of him and put my hands on his shoulders so that he would look at me. 

"Pedro you need to stay calm remember last season you always said that to be fast you need to be calm so please tell me what's on your mind so I can help you" I said 

"I'm just a bit nervous but I'm fine" he said 

"Don't lie to me amor you are pacing up and down the room completely in your own world just let me help you" I said 

"Ok I'm a bit more nervous than usual it just feels like there's a lot of pressure to win I mean everyone seems to think that I will win the championship really easily this year but I know it won't be that easy" he opened up

"Oh Pedro of course we want you to win but me and the team know that it won't be easy don't let what the media says affect you just go out there and do your best and you will show everyone what you are capable of" I reassured him

He didn't respond to that he simply just hugged me tightly while I told him how great he was and how proud I was of him no matter what happens out on track. What I said seemed to help him as he was a lot more pumped up and ready to race when we entered the garage for him to do the sighting lap. In fact I don't think I've ever seen him this ready for a race as usually he's just very relaxed and quietly in the zone. On the way to the grid Aki asked what I said to him so I told him what happened back in the motorhome and Aki told me that I need to be at every race if I'm able to get Pedro so ready to race. He also asked me if I wouldn't mind holding Pedro's umbrella on the grid as it would mean I could stand out there longer and it frees up another member of the team to be working on the bike. The entire time I happily stood on the grid holding the umbrella and right before I had to head of the grid I told Pedro to show everyone what he can do to help motivate him. 

The race was really intense but Pedro did really well to stay out of trouble at the front just working on sticking at his own pace which turned out to be too quick for anyone else as he crossed the line in 1st with over a second gap behind him. Everyone in the garage high-fived and hugged each other as it always means a lot to the whole team when one of their riders win as proves that the hard work pays off. The celebrations didn't last long as the mechanics needed to head down to parc ferme to be there when Pedro arrived. I had no choice in whether I was going to parc ferme or not as Pedro's crew chief pushed me out of the garage and down pit lane until we were far enough that I wasn't going to just turn back. The team also didn't let me hang back either they made sure I was stood at the front so Pedro would see me straight away. 

When Pedro finally brought the bike in I couldn't stop myself from smiling like an idiot but I honestly didn't care I was just so happy to see Pedro winning. He jumped off his bike and greeted his mechanics first before taking his helmet off and pulling me into a hug. He was really sweaty but it didn't bother me as I was more focused on taking in the moment with him. 

"I'm so proud of you you were so good out there" I said 

"Thank you it was tough though I was worried about the tires" he said 

"Forget about that for now just enjoy the win" I said 

"I will enjoy it later when we are done for the day" he said 

As ever Pedro is always focused on what's next so I just let him go get ready for the podium and the rest of his interviews. Knowing he was going to be busy for a while I went and helped the team with packing up the garage as I like to make myself useful when I come to races otherwise I feel bad just watching them all work so hard. Everyone was cleaning and packing things away when we heard cheering which everyone knew meant Pedro was back and ready to celebrate finally. I had my back turned to him which turned out to be an awful idea as before I knew it champagne was being poured on my head and then Pedro was throwing me in the air like I was the one who won the race. Eventually he let go of me and went to talk with the team but it wasn't long before he was back by my side with his arm around my waist. 

We stayed with the team for a bit longer before heading back to the motorhome where as soon as the door shut Pedro picked me up over his shoulder and brought me to the sofa so we could cuddle. Now that we were alone Pedro started pressing kisses all over my face until eventually he kissed my lips. Once he started he didn't stop kissing me even as we watched a movie together but I would never stop him as this is always my favourite way to celebrate one of Pedro's wins. 

[heavenlytouches]

Pedro Pascal- morning person

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GN reader

<3 (SFW)

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Lazy morning with Pedro Pascal

PARTNER! Pedro Pascal <3

Pedro Pascal

The warm sun spills through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room, wrapping you and Pedro in a cozy cocoon of morning light. You lie nestled in the sheets, feeling the softness of the fabric against your cheeks. The gentle hum of the outside world feels miles away, and in this moment, it’s just you and him.

You take a deep inhale, savoring the sweet scent of your hair mingling with the lingering traces of his cologne. It's an intoxicating mix that makes you feel safe, cherished.

As you turn slightly, you find Pedro's face only inches away — his features softened by sleep, the corner of his mouth curved into that familiar, playful smile that always awakens butterflies in your stomach.

"Morning, sleepyhead."

He murmurs, his voice a warm melody that makes your heart skip. His words tease, but they spark a grin on your face. You feel his big hand gently ruffling your hair, a familiar gesture that sends warmth radiating through you.

“Five more minutes...”

You reply, your voice muffled as you bury deeper into the pillow and press your forehead against his. You love how the mornings stretch lazily like this, with nothing but the sound of his breaths and the way his body envelops you in warmth.

Pedro chuckles, the sound rich and intimate, reverberating through the space.

“You don't want to get up? You know I can be very persuasive.”

You smirk but don’t rise to his bait. Instead, you nestle even closer, tucking your body against the solidness of him. He laughs again, a hearty sound that sends a cascade of light butterflies dancing in your stomach. His arms tighten around you, drawing you in like gravity, and you can’t help but smile at the gentle teasing that is woven into the fabric of your morning routine.

“Okay, okay, then just stay here with me..”

He concedes, though you can feel the playful twinkle in his eyes even with your head tucked under his chin.

“I guess I can spare a few more minutes for my star.”

You can’t help but giggle at your own words.

“Star? I prefer beloved pillow.”

Pedro pokes you lightly in the ribs, the touch igniting another bout of laughter. His fingers linger, tracing idle patterns on your arm, a gesture that feels intimate in all the best ways.

“Beloved pillow? You give yourself more credit than you deserve.”

You teased, smiling up at him. His soft features and his messy hair were angelic in the morning sunlight.

“Maybe,” he giggles, “but at least I’m a cozy pillow. It’s quite a prestigious role.”

He chuckles, and the timbre of his voice vibrates through you, warming every corner of your heart.

“I agree. A very prestigious role, indeed. I could get used to waking up like this every day.”

You smile and gently move even closer in his arms, the warmth almost suffocating.

The softness of his voice makes your heart swell. You know it's true. The world outside may be bustling, full of flashing cameras and the demanding attention that comes with his fame, but in this moment, it's just you and him — cocooned in your shared sanctuary of warmth and love.

The sun climbs higher, filling the room with more radiant light, but you don’t mind the warmth. In fact, you close your eyes, drifting further into the comfort of him.

He smells like home; a hint of warmth, laughter, and comfort all mixed together. You can feel the light whiskers of sleep still clinging to him, and you relish how tangible everything feels in this innocent bubble.

“Hey..”

He says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“What if we just… stayed here forever? Just you and me?”

You smile against him, feeling giddy at the thought.

“I could get behind that plan.”

“You’re my escape.”

He continues, gently stroking your hair as if to calm the storm of the world outside.

“I need moments like this, where life can just be soft and cuddly.”

Soft and cuddly — those words resonate deeply with you. They encapsulate everything you cherish about your relationship. Your bond wasn’t just built on the glamorous life that surrounded him or the flashing lights; it was festooned with moments like this. Wrapped in sheets, devoid of expectations, just the two of you basking in each other’s warmth.

As the minutes stretch on, you gently nudge his arm.

“But… the world outside is waiting for you, there's work to be done..”

You remind him, though you truly don’t want to think about it.

“Let it wait.” he says, pulling you closer. “For now, you’re all I need.”

His words settle into your heart, and you know you’d give anything to stay wrapped around him like this a little longer. So you let the world fade away, surrendering to the bliss of the morning. Cuddled close together, time slips effortlessly into eternity, and in this cocoon of love, it feels like you really could stay forever.

This one is a bit shorter because I'm working on another request, sorry babes TwT I hope you liked it anyway <3

Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!

I love you guys so much <33

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[moonshynecybin]

vale dj clips always wonderful i think he SHOULD be the podium dj in valencia purely because it would be the most horrendously awkward thing ive ever seen in my life if the top three are anything less than 100% pure grade A italian meatballs

[certifiedbi]

I really like how aleix and Jorge swapped Fermín for Pedro. Like they literally replaced him with his sworn enemy

[inhidingxoxo3637]

Me pretending to be shocked Acosta crashed at Le Mans for the third year in a row

[sivyera]

dating Pedro Acosta would include..

pedro acosta x fem!reader

a/n: fluff but there is also some smut part so, MDNI, 18+

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when it comes to racing, Pedro is really passionate so before race be prepared for at least a small quickie or him being buried in your thighs cuz that calms him down

he also says it brings him a good luck so

after race he has A LOT of adrenaline so once again be either prepared for praising sex that's after a win, where he praise you like "you're such a good girl for me" "i won for you, princesa... you deserve this and much more"

he'll be all soft and cuddly and warm yk

but be also prepared for very rough sex when he lose, that's a whole different story

the adrenaline is boosted with anger so he has bigger stamina than ever, he'll be like "fuck...ngh you can cum one more time, come on" "you're such a slut for me, i love it- ugh.."

he'd call you all different nicknames but mostly princesa, cariňa, baby, angel

every time he sees you in his merch, he goes all warm and soft inside

but when he sees you in his home clothes, like his t-shirt in which he sleeps in, where his scent is, it gives him a completely different feeling

he gets possessive and proud, it also makes him horny asf

he's post you on instagram a lot, because he's very proud to be your boyfriend and he thinks the world needs to know

matching pyjamas with sharks for sure, it would be his fav thing and i'm telling you he'd put it as a wallpaper (a photo with you and him wearing those pyjamas with sharks, you kissing his cheek while his arm would be wrapped around your waist)

late night rides on his bike

to be honest he'd probably fuck you at least one time on his bike, somewhere private tho because he's not sharing you wit anyone

he loves cuddling with you face to face, really close to each other, his hand wrapped around you while playing with the ends of your hair

his favourite places to kiss you are for sure your lips, collarbone and thighs

watching horror or comedy movies with you are also one of his fav things to do with you, he has you close and if you ever scared of some scene in the horror movie, he'd wrap his arms around you and 'protect' you but he'd always laugh a bit, maybe even tease you a bit

whenever you cheer for him on a race, he blushes under his helmet

he's looking for you every time he's on a track even tho it's just for a second, you're his motivation

he never fails to make you laugh, it's like his superpower and to be honest he does it all the time on purpose because he finds your laugh adorable

he'd wear your hair band on his wrist and he'd probably never take it off, not even for the race, he has a small piece of you there which helps him A LOT

if you can ride a bike, he'd race you for fun aaand you'd probably win because he'd let you

if you cannot ride a bike tho, he'd either teach you or he'll give you just a ride, depends on what you choose

when he knows he's absolutely serious with you and you with him, he'll get your name tattooed

after all he's a good guy so take a good care of him, because he cares about A LOT and he really loves you more than you can imagine

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Fanboy — Pedroscar (Ft. Sargecchi)

Oscar had been pacing in front of Logan's hotel room for what felt like hours — though in reality, it had barely been five minutes. His mind raced as he replayed the same scenarios over and over, trying to figure out how to frame his request without sounding too desperate. Every time he thought he had the perfect approach, doubt crept in. What if Logan laughed at him? Or worse, what if Logan told Marco and then Marco told Pedro? The sheer thought of it made Oscar feel like a schoolboy with a crush, which, in a way, he kind of was.

Logan had been seeing Marco for a while now — well, kind of. They weren’t official yet, but Oscar knew it was only a matter of time. Hell, Marco already had a small tattoo on his thigh dedicated to the American, a tiny symbol that Marco swore was just for them. It was the kind of thing that made Oscar simultaneously cringe and feel envious. Logan had it all: a blossoming relationship with a MotoGP star, the perfect insider access, and now, by extension, a way for Oscar to meet Pedro Acosta.

Pedro Acosta. The name alone made Oscar’s pulse quicken. Pedro had captivated him from the first moment he saw him on his bike back in 2021, far before he got to MotoGP. The way he handled himself on the track, the sharp focus in his eyes, the post-race interviews when his accent was at its thickest — it was all too much. Oscar had tried to brush it off as a passing infatuation, but deep down, he knew it was more than that. And now, thanks to Logan’s connection with Marco, Oscar saw a golden opportunity he couldn’t let slip through his fingers.

Gathering every ounce of courage, Oscar finally stepped up to Logan’s door and knocked. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited, each second stretching out painfully. When the door opened, Logan stood there, fresh from a shower, hair slightly damp, looking as relaxed as ever.

“What’s up, mate?” Logan asked, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Oscar didn’t even bother with small talk. He was too wound up for that. “Logan, you have to ask Marco to get me a pass to the next Grand Prix,” he blurted out, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. He crossed his arms, giving Oscar a curious look. “What? You’re not even into MotoGP like that.”

Oscar sighed, feeling like the weight of his crush on Pedro was the worst-kept secret in the world. “Look, I just really, really want to meet Acosta, alright?” he admitted, his voice dropping a notch. “You know I’ve had a crush on him forever.”

Logan's expression shifted from curiosity to amusement, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. “Oh, that’s what this is about,” he said, drawing out the words for effect. “You want me to get Marco to invite you so you can swoon over Pedro? You could’ve just said that, mate.”

“Yes!” Oscar’s desperation was fully on display now, his hands coming together in a pleading gesture. “I’m begging you, Logan. Please. You know Marco can get us into the paddock, right? Just mention it to him. Please!”

Logan snickered, clearly enjoying the sight of his normally composed friend unraveling like this. “Alright, alright, don’t get all dramatic,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “I’ll talk to Marco, but no promises. Besides,” he added with a mischievous grin, “if Pedro notices you, I’m never letting you live it down.”

Oscar’s eyes lit up, his earlier anxiety melting away. “You’re a legend, Logan. Seriously, I owe you one. I’ll do anything.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Logan said, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “Just don’t embarrass me in front of Marco or his rider friends. I’ve got my own reputation to think about.”

Oscar nodded eagerly, already imagining what it would be like to finally meet Pedro. The thrill of being in the paddock, seeing Pedro up close, maybe even having a conversation with him — it was almost too much to handle. But for now, all he could do was hope that Logan’s connection with Marco would come through.

A few days later, Oscar's phone buzzed with a message from Logan.

"Marco’s picking us up at 8. Be ready."

Oscar barely slept that night. His mind kept replaying the scenarios — meeting Pedro, what he’d say, what he’d wear. When his alarm finally went off, he was already wide awake, pacing again, but this time in his own apartment. He double-checked his outfit at least three times before heading downstairs to wait for Logan and Marco.

Right on time, Marco pulled up in front of the building, the rumble of the engine making Oscar’s heart jump. Logan was sitting in the passenger seat, his window down and a grin plastered on his face.

“C’mon, mate, let’s go!” Logan shouted, motioning for Oscar to hop in the back.

Oscar slid into the backseat, immediately hit with a mix of nerves and excitement. Marco glanced at him in the rearview mirror with an easy smile. "Ready for your big day, Oscar?"

Logan chuckled before Oscar could respond. "Oh, he’s been ready for days now. Can’t stop thinking about his beloved Acosta."

Marco raised an eyebrow and laughed, the sound light and teasing. "So that’s why you were so eager for me to bring you to the race." He glanced over at Logan. "You didn't tell me your friend had a thing for Pedro."

Oscar felt his cheeks flush instantly. "I- it's not like that," he stammered, trying to sound cool, but failing miserably. "I just, y'know... respect his racing skills."

Logan snorted, twisting in his seat to look back at Oscar with a wide grin. "Mate, you were literally begging me the other day. 'Please, Logan, you have to introduce me to Pedro!'" He teased, reaching over and shaking Marco's arm as he mocked the Aussie.

Marco chuckled again, shaking his head as they started down the road toward the track. "You’ve got good taste, I’ll give you that. Pedro’s a great rider. But I hope you’re ready for all the chaos that comes with the paddock. It's not just racing; it’s a circus. Especially with him. "

Oscar let out a nervous laugh, trying to play it off, but inside, his stomach was in knots. "Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine. Just... don’t, you know, mention anything about the crush thing to Pedro."

"Oh, don’t worry," Logan said, his tone dripping with mischief. "We won’t say a word." He paused for dramatic effect. "Not unless it comes up."

"Logan!" Oscar groaned, burying his face in his hands. "You promised!"

Marco laughed again, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Don't worry, Oscar. Pedro's a good guy. Besides, he'll probably be too focused on the race to notice anything."

"Yeah, focused on winning, not on some random fanboy," Logan added, earning a glare from Oscar.

"I’m not a fanboy," Oscar muttered, slumping back into his seat. "I just... appreciate talent."

"Sure, mate, sure," Logan said with a wink. "But hey, if Pedro does notice you, you better be ready. MotoGP riders are a different breed." He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows as Oscar's face scrunched up.

Marco nodded in agreement, his voice soft but teasing. "And if he doesn't notice, you’ll have to try harder. Maybe bring a sign next time? 'Pedro, marry me!' or something like that?"

Oscar groaned again, his face now a deep shade of red as both Logan and Marco burst into laughter.

As they neared the track, Marco shot Oscar another playful glance in the mirror. "Don’t worry, we’ll take it easy on you — at least until you meet Pedro. Then all bets are off."

When they pulled into the paddock area, Oscar felt his heart rate pick up again. The sight of the gleaming trucks, bikes, and riders milling around was almost surreal. It was a dream come true, but also terrifying now that he was so close to meeting Pedro Acosta.

Marco parked the car and turned around to face Oscar, who was still gripping the seatbelt tightly. "Alright, we're here. Just breathe," he said, his tone now a bit more reassuring, though the teasing glint in his eyes hadn't fully faded.

Logan hopped out of the car with his usual easygoing demeanor, but as Oscar stepped out, he felt the weight of his nerves pressing down on him again. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but his stomach still felt like it was doing backflips.

Logan tossed an arm around Oscar’s shoulders, grinning like a kid in a candy store. "You alright, mate? You're looking a bit pale."

Oscar swatted his hand away, trying to act casual. "I'm fine. Just... excited, I guess."

Marco joined them, adjusting his jacket before nodding toward the pit lane. "Alright, let's go find the others. I’m sure Pedro’s around somewhere."

At the mention of Pedro, Oscar’s heart gave another lurch, but he forced himself to keep it together. He couldn’t make a fool of himself in front of Logan and Marco — or worse, Pedro. As they walked through the paddock, Oscar’s eyes darted around, taking in the sights. Mechanics were bustling around, riders were in various stages of preparation, and journalists hovered nearby, trying to catch interviews.

Marco waved at a few familiar faces as they passed, and soon enough, they spotted Pedro’s bike being prepped by his team. Oscar’s heart stopped when he saw Pedro standing nearby, deep in conversation with one of his mechanics.

Logan elbowed Oscar gently, smirking. "There he is, mate. Your knight in shining leather."

Oscar swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "Yeah, I see him," he muttered, trying to sound calm, but the anxiety was creeping back in full force.

Marco leaned in closer and whispered, "Now’s your chance. You want an introduction, or are you going to stare at him from a distance all day?"

Oscar hesitated, feeling like his feet were glued to the ground. "I— I don’t know," he stammered. "Maybe I should wait until after the race? I don’t want to distract him."

Logan shook his head with a laugh. "You’re hopeless, Oscar. Pedro’s a pro. He won’t even bat an eye."

Before Oscar could respond, Pedro turned around, noticing Marco, Logan, and Oscar standing nearby. A bright smile spread across Pedro's face as he walked over to greet them, his relaxed confidence making Oscar’s nerves spike even higher.

"Hey, Marco!" Pedro called out, clapping Marco on the back before turning to Logan. "Logan, good to see you."

Then, his eyes landed on Oscar, and for a split second, Oscar forgot how to breathe. Pedro extended his hand toward him, smiling warmly. "And you must be Oscar, right? Marco’s mentioned you before."

Oscar blinked, his brain short-circuiting as he took Pedro’s hand, trying not to let his palms sweat too much. "Uh, yeah, that’s me," he said, forcing a smile and hoping his voice didn’t crack.

Pedro chuckled lightly, his grip firm but friendly. "Nice to meet you, man. Hope you’re enjoying the paddock."

Oscar nodded dumbly, still trying to process the fact that Pedro Acosta knew his name. "Yeah, it’s... amazing. Really cool."

Logan, clearly enjoying the whole situation, smirked and leaned in toward Pedro. "Oscar’s been dying to meet you, mate. He’s a big fan."

Pedro shot Oscar a playful glance, his smile widening. "Is that so? Well, I’m glad I could make your day."

Oscar felt his face burning with embarrassment, but Pedro’s friendly demeanor was starting to ease his nerves — just a little. "Yeah, I’ve followed your career for a while," Oscar admitted, managing to find his voice. "You’re, uh, incredible on the track."

"Thanks, man," Pedro said, sounding genuinely appreciative. "I’ve still got a lot to learn, but I’m doing my best out there."

Logan, ever the instigator, couldn’t resist one last jab. "Careful, Pedro. Oscar might ask for a selfie and then frame it on his wall."

Oscar groaned, glaring at Logan. "I hate you," he muttered under his breath.

Pedro laughed, clearly amused by their banter. "Hey, no worries. I’d be honored to be on someone’s wall," he said, winking at Oscar.

Oscar’s heart nearly exploded at the gesture, but before he could respond, the sound of engines revving nearby reminded them all that there was a race to prepare for. Marco clapped Pedro on the shoulder. "We should let you get back to it. Good luck out there."

"Thanks, Marco," Pedro said, giving a quick nod to all of them. "I’ll catch you guys after the race. Enjoy the show."

As Pedro walked away, Oscar let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his body finally relaxing. Logan and Marco both turned to him with matching smirks.

"See?" Logan said, clapping him on the back. "That wasn’t so bad, was it?"

Oscar shook his head, a dazed smile on his face. "No," he admitted softly, "not bad at all."

As Pedro disappeared into the crowd, the hum of the paddock returning to its usual buzz, Oscar felt like he was floating. The nerves had faded into a dizzy sort of euphoria. He’d just met Pedro Acosta. He shook his hand. And Pedro knew his name.

Logan leaned against a nearby barrier, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "You look like you just met the Queen or something, mate."

Oscar rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. "Shut up, Logan. I’m allowed to be excited."

The race was a blur of excitement and tension, and by the time it was over, Pedro had finished third — an impressive podium finish considering the tough competition. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Oscar felt a sense of pride wash over him, even though he barely knew the guy.

As they started making their way back down to the paddock area, Oscar’s phone buzzed with a text, an Instagram notification. He glanced at the screen and felt his heart skip a beat.

"Hey, if you guys are still around, come by the garage. Would love to chat."

Oscar stared at the message for a moment, disbelief written all over his face. "Logan…"

Logan peered over at Oscar’s phone, his eyebrows shooting up. "No way. Pedro just texted you?"

Marco smirked. "Looks like you made quite the impression, Oscar."

Oscar couldn’t even process what was happening. He barely remembered how to breathe. "He wants us to come by his garage…"

Logan clapped him on the back. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go see your new best mate."

With Logan and Marco in tow, Oscar made his way from the VR46 garage to the KTM one. The excitement in the air felt even more electric now. When they reached Pedro’s garage, the young rider was waiting, still in his racing suit, talking to a few team members. His face lit up when he saw them approaching.

"Hey!" Pedro greeted them warmly, stepping away from his team. "Glad you guys could make it. What’d you think of the race?"

Oscar, still starstruck, fumbled for words. "You were… incredible," he managed, trying not to sound too overwhelmed. "Third place is amazing."

Pedro smiled, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, man. It was a tough one, but am happy with the podium."

Logan, ever the smooth talker, chimed in. "Oscar here couldn’t stop watching you. You’ve got yourself a loyal fan."

Pedro laughed, glancing at Oscar with a wide grin. "Well, I appreciate that. Always good to know someone’s got my back."

Oscar felt his face heat up again, but he managed a sheepish smile. "You’ve got a lot of fans, not just me."

Pedro shrugged, still looking at Oscar with an amused glint in his eye. "Maybe, but not all of them get a personal invite to the garage."

Oscar blinked, stunned for a moment. Was Pedro flirting with him? He couldn’t be sure, but the way Pedro was looking at him felt… different. Before he could spiral too much into that thought, Pedro nodded toward the bikes.

"Want to take a closer look?" he asked, his tone casual but kind.

Oscar’s eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, come on," Pedro said, waving him over.

Oscar followed Pedro toward the bikes, feeling like he was in some kind of dream. Meanwhile, Logan and Marco exchanged knowing glances behind him, smirking as they watched their friend live out his wildest fantasy.

Oscar's excitement was palpable as he approached the bikes. Pedro's demeanor helped calm his racing heart, but he couldn't shake the feeling that this moment was something special, even if he was acting like a highschool girl.

Pedro stopped in front of one of the bikes and gestured for Oscar to come closer. "Alright, let's get you on it," Pedro said, his voice gentle but firm. "I'll help you mount it."

Oscar nodded hesitantly, he'd watched Pedro ride hundreds of times but he'd never thought of even sitting on a bike himself. Pedro placed a steadying hand on the bike and carefully guided Oscar into position. With a practiced touch, he helped Oscar swing one leg over the bike, ensuring he was seated comfortably.

"How's that?" Pedro asked, his proximity making Oscar's pulse quicken.

"Good," Oscar managed, his voice barely above a whisper. He adjusted his position, trying to get a feel for the bike beneath him.

Pedro’s hands lingered on Oscar’s waist for a moment longer than necessary before he pulled away. "You look like a natural. You look good sitting on my colours."

Oscar nodded, his face flushed with both excitement and a touch of embarrassment. "Thanks, Pedro."

Pedro gave him a reassuring smile. "Anytime. And hey, if you ever want to learn more, you know where to find me."

Logan and Marco watched the scene unfold, their smirks widening. It was clear to them that Pedro's attention to Oscar went beyond mere courtesy, and the way Oscar was responding made it obvious that the connection was mutual.

[uwabbittuwabbit]

pretend ur pedro acosta for a moment because imagine ur promised forever as a little boy and on one hand you know that its foolish to bet your eternity when youve seen what happens to others who fall folly to this fallacy but on the other hand youve seen how forever can really be forever with the rising almost eternal singular star of another and u think u can be him and maybe even better so you agree to sign your life away. and through sheer utter fucking drive you get to the top and immortality is just within reach but then it turns out forever isn't forever and you have only one year left with those who divined your coming and who tried to weave their future with your fate, but who also tried to outrun their own prophecy of doom too fast too little too late.

[formulaisa]

Hey! Is it possible for u to do some general dating headcanons for the motogp guys, please?

Dating Headcanons | MotoGP

summary: What the MotoGP riders would be like in a relationship

featuring: Marc Marquez, Jorge Martin, Pedro Acosta, Enea Bastianini, and Marco Bezzechi

warnings: none!!!

author's note: Hey everyone! Super sorry for the inactivity, I’ve just been so ridiculously busy with work, school, and uni applications that I haven’t had any time to write. I hope you enjoy this. Thanks for the support!

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Marc Marquez

✩₊˚.⋆Marc’s love for racing is well-known, but what really makes him stand out is his ability to enjoy life beyond the track. It’s like he has an unspoken rule that racing should never overshadow the good times, the laughter, and the moments of peace he shares with you.

✩₊˚.⋆After many, many years of racing, You two have become experts at turning every trip into an adventure. 

✩₊˚.⋆In between each race you spend all your time exploring new places, finding hidden gems of restaurants, stumbling upon unexpected local spots, and laughing until you both can’t breathe over the ridiculous things you’ve seen. 

✩₊˚.⋆You’re always making the most of each trip together and turning every day together into its own adventure.

✩₊˚.⋆Even when the racing gets intense, Marc’s joy in sharing his successes with you never changes. He knows how lucky he is to have not only a career that takes him to incredible places but a person like you by his side to experience all of it. 

✩₊˚.⋆You’ve been there through the highs and the lows of his career, and he can’t imagine going through any of it without you.  

✩₊˚.⋆No matter what happens during a race, the first thing Marc does when he sees you is light up. It could be after a podium finish, a tough loss, or a qualifying session gone wrong—but when he spots you in the crowd, it’s like all of his tension melts away. 

✩₊˚.⋆Your support is his anchor; your smile is his fuel. He looks at you and sees everything he’s working for, all the reason he needs to keep pushing forward despite his challenges.

✩₊˚.⋆He holds a deep, quiet gratitude for you, one he doesn’t always vocalize, but it’s there in every gesture. When things get hard, and the pressures of racing begin to feel overwhelming, your presence is what keeps him grounded. 

✩₊˚.⋆You’re the source of his strength, his inspiration, and the reason he’s able to face each challenge with his head held high.

✩₊˚.⋆ Together, you’re the ultimate power couple, and it shows. People talk about your dynamic. 

✩₊˚.⋆And Marc? He’s not afraid to show how much you mean to him. 

✩₊˚.⋆Whether it’s a quick handhold, a tender glance, or a playful comment in front of the cameras, it’s obvious: he’s got someone who’s got his back, and he’ll never take that for granted.

Jorge Martin

✩₊˚.⋆Jorge’s protective streak comes out strong when it comes to you. It’s not just that he adores you; it’s that he sees you as his, and he makes sure everyone knows it.

✩₊˚.⋆He’s possessive, but in a way that’s less about control and more about admiration. 

✩₊˚.⋆He’s completely aware of how stunning you are—inside and out—and he can’t help but show you off. You’re his prize, his treasure, and you can feel the pride radiating off him when you're together. 

✩₊˚.⋆Whether it's keeping a possessive hand on your thigh during dinner or making sure you're always close by when you're out in public, he’s got a way of making it clear that you’re his and only his, and he loves every minute of it.

✩₊˚.⋆When it’s just the two of you, though, that’s when the real magic happens. The tough exterior he shows to the world completely melts away. 

✩₊˚.⋆He’s soft and tender, always finding new ways to make you feel loved. He’ll kiss you on the neck just because he loves the way it makes you react, whispering how beautiful you are in your ear, watching as you blush every time. In these moments, there’s nothing but you and him—his world revolves around making sure you know how cherished you are.

✩₊˚.⋆He loves to spoil you. Whether it’s material gifts, compliments, or affection, Jorge’s number one priority is showing you how special you are.

✩₊˚.⋆When you’re together, it’s like the rest of the world fades into the background. 

✩₊˚.⋆He always tells you that he’s the luckiest guy alive, because, to him, he truly is. You’re his favorite person in the universe, and he’ll stop at nothing to remind you of that.

✩₊˚.⋆Jorge can’t hide how much he adores you. When you’re in his arms, there’s no place he’d rather be, and he’s never shy about showing it.

Pedro Acosta

✩₊˚.⋆ Pedro is a whirlwind of energy when he’s on the track, but there’s something so special about being with him in those quiet moments when it’s just the two of you.

✩₊˚.⋆ On the track, he’s fierce, full of drive, and always looking to push limits, but off it? He’s soft, gentle, and ridiculously playful. 

✩₊˚.⋆ He loves nothing more than making you laugh, whether it’s through a silly joke or just some quirky thing he does to get a reaction out of you. 

✩₊˚.⋆ And when he sees that spark in your eye, the one that says you’re about to burst out laughing? That’s the moment he lives for. 

✩₊˚.⋆ It’s like he’s addicted to hearing your laugh, and every time he makes you laugh, it feels like a victory to him.

✩₊˚.⋆ He’s so ridiculously smug about it, too. He’s constantly smirking whenever he can make you laugh, smile, or blush. It makes his competitive nature slip out, and he;s addicted to winning.

✩₊˚.⋆  When he’s not trying to make you laugh, Pedro’s incredibly affectionate in his own way. There’s a tenderness to him that he saves for you, moments when he’ll hold you close, run his fingers through your hair, or just let the silence speak for how much he cares. 

✩₊˚.⋆ But even when he’s quiet, there’s an undercurrent of joy—because being with you, sharing these moments, is all he really wants.

✩₊˚.⋆ He’ll take hundreds of photos of you, all while telling you how amazing you look in every single one. And even though he’s not big on posting personal stuff, he makes sure those pictures end up in his phone, safe and sound, as his collection that he looks through when he misses you.

✩₊˚.⋆ And on your instagram? He’s absolutely feral. Despite how many scoldings he’s gotten from his PR manager, Pedro still comments heart eyes or calls you “mami” under every post.

✩₊˚.⋆ And let’s not even talk about the way he reacts when he sees you in his clothes. Whether it’s a shirt, hoodie, or jacket, the look on his face when he sees you wearing something that’s his is priceless. 

✩₊˚.⋆ He’s so proud, almost a little too proud, as if he can’t believe how lucky he is to have you, and now you’re wearing his clothes. It’s a small thing, but it makes him feel even closer to you.

✩₊˚.⋆  When you’re together at night, Pedro becomes the type of person who will stay up until the early hours of the morning just talking, even if there’s nothing specific to talk about. 

✩₊˚.⋆ The conversations range from deep, meaningful ones about the future, to silly discussions about random topics that make no sense at all. He’s not in a hurry to go to sleep; being with you is enough to keep him wide awake.

Enea Bastianini

✩₊˚.⋆The sweetest boyfriend to ever exist

✩₊˚.⋆From the moment you met, it was clear that he wasn’t just a great boyfriend; he was the great boyfriend. 

✩₊˚.⋆He treats you like royalty, always finding little ways to show you how much he cares. Whether it’s sending you flowers while he’s away at races, surprising you with your favorite snack just because he remembered, or taking the time to send you a random message just to check in, Enea’s love is constant and genuine.

✩₊˚.⋆His love isn’t loud or dramatic; it’s quiet and steady, the kind that builds over time and shows itself in the little moments. And it’s obvious to everyone who sees the two of you together that Enea’s world revolves around you. 

✩₊˚.⋆He talks about you constantly—especially in interviews. Whenever he’s asked about his wins, he doesn’t just thank his team or his fans; he always mentions you, calling you his biggest supporter, the reason he keeps pushing forward.

✩₊˚.⋆Every victory, big or small, feels incomplete without acknowledging the role you play in his life.

✩₊˚.⋆What’s even sweeter is how excited he gets when people mention you in conversation. His eyes light up, a huge smile spreading across his face, and you can see just how proud he is to have you by his side. 

✩₊˚.⋆It’s like the whole world could praise him, but when your name is said, it’s like the universe aligns for just a moment, and Enea’s joy is palpable.

✩₊˚.⋆The way he cherishes you is so sincere, so genuine, that it’s impossible not to feel like the luckiest person alive when you’re with him. 

✩₊˚.⋆He’s always trying to make you feel loved, always trying to make sure you know that you’re his number one priority. 

✩₊˚.⋆And somehow, even in the most chaotic moments, he manages to make you feel like everything will be okay, just because he’s there.

Marco Bezzecchi

✩₊˚.⋆Marco is the type of person to be your boyfriend and your best friend at the same time

✩₊˚.⋆You share something rare—a perfect blend of friendship and romance that makes every mundane moment spent together feel special.

✩₊˚.⋆ From the start, he’s had a magical talent to make you laugh. His humor is infectious, always managing to lift your spirits, even on the most stressful days. 

✩₊˚.⋆He has this natural talent for finding the funny in even the most mundane situations, and his ability to make you laugh is one of the reasons you’re so drawn to him.

✩₊˚.⋆Your favorite memories together aren’t elaborate dates or vacations, but casual, simple nights at home. He makes every moment feel like an adventure.

✩₊˚.⋆He acts like he has to mention you in interviews. No matter what the question is, somehow, Marco finds a way to talk about you, always highlighting how important you are to him. 

✩₊˚.⋆He’s so open about his love for you, not just in words but in the little actions he takes. He’ll casually slip in a comment about how great you are or how lucky he is to have you, and it’s clear to everyone listening that you mean the world to him.

✩₊˚.⋆The most special moment for him though is when you met Rubik, his dog. Rubik is always a little shy and hesitant around new people, but you are the exception

✩₊˚.⋆But the first time you went to his house, the dog acted like he’d known you his whole life. He cuddled at your feet and was attached to your hip. 

✩₊˚.⋆The moment the dog warmed up to you, Marco knew. That was the sign. 

✩₊˚.⋆Rubik’s approval was everything, and that was the moment Marco realized you were the one.

✩₊˚.⋆ all work belongs to formulaisa. please don’t modify, translate, or share my writing, and don’t feed it to AI.

[leoisstillalive]

The 75th Annual Hunger Games pt.3

pt.2 here

well done to the survivors! sometimes running and being a complete pussy is the right option! let's see what happens next:

Pedro Acosta sprained his ankle running away from Augusto Fernandez (who i like to imagine is fraught with a mysterious blood lust)

Enea, Miguel, and Miller all teamed up to hunt other tributes (Miller, okay yeah. BUT ENEA AND MIGUEL? damn.)

Maverick and Bezz have ALSO teamed up, and they hunted and killed Aleix (NOO WHAT THE FUCK. fruit on fruit crime. also i like that it took two of them to kill aleix cuz. yeah.)

Diggia built a shack (that's my resourceful boy!)

Pecco got pricked by thorns while picking berries (i bet he said "oh, rats!")

Binder then. okay this is a bit vague. He "severely injured" Taka (by accident?) and then had to put him out of his misery. (damn)

JLo, Vale, and Luca have congregated to hunt tributes as well (lmfaoo the evil brothers + sweetboy luca)

Fabio pulled a Chuckle Brothers diversion on Franky and then ran away

And Alex tried to spear fish with a trident (i presume he failed. poor alex. lost without marc sighh)

THE FALLEN TRIBUTES:

Aleix Espargaro

Takaaki Nakagami

truly a sad, sad day...... ANYWAY! time for night one! :3

pt.4 here

[v3lnys]

49 and 50 from the motogp asks 💓

which rider would you rather have has a younger brother?

i am the youger sibling, so it's hard to imagine having a younger brother, but i think pedro acosta would be a pretty fun younger brother :D

which rider would you rather have a older brother?

franky! i was thinking maybe bezz or cele, but to me they're like... your older brother's nice stoner friends. franky has that protective older brother vibe, i love him a lot. he seems like he would drive me around on his bike and give me a lift anywhere :') (and im trying to incorporate the protective older brother franky thing into a fic already)

[lucy90712]

Can you do a cafe meet cute with cuddles with Pedro Acosta ? Much apreciated!

When my parents told me we were going on holiday to the south of Spain I was excited but since we've gotten here all we have done is gone to the beach which is nice but I want to go and explore as we are in such a beautiful area. Today I'm going to do just that as last night I told my parents that I was going out for the day and I woke up early this morning to make the most of the day. The first thing I wanted to do was go and get coffee and some breakfast at a cafe I've seen when we walked to the beach as it looks really cute and it's always quite busy so it must be good. On my walk I took in the scenery properly as I haven't had the chance to properly look around Murcia even though it's such a beautiful place. If I could I'd stay here forever but sadly at some point our holiday will end and I'll have to go back home. 

Once I reached the cafe I read the menu outside for a moment as I didn't want to embarrass myself by standing in there for ages trying to work out what everything was. Eventually I worked out what I wanted and headed inside to order. I fully expected them to ask me to pay first as that's what usually happens when I'm at home but they told me to stand to the side and wait for my order to be ready which took me by surprise but I went and stood next to the one guy waiting. While I waited I looked through my phone and got engrossed texting my friend as the other guys order was called and then mine which is when I put my phone away to go and pay. As I walked up the barista handed me my drink and the pastry I ordered for my breakfast but then she began to walk away.

"Excuse me I need to play for these still" I said 

"The guy before paid for yours as well so you are all good" she replied 

That took me by surprise but I thanked the barista anyway and headed to find a seat and see if the guy was still around so I could thank him. I took a quick look around and saw the guy sat in the back corner on his phone which made me a little nervous to go and talk to him in case I interrupt him but I wanted to thank him and it's not like I'm going to see him again so I made myself go and do it. As I walked over he looked up and smiled at me which made me even more nervous especially as I actually looked at him for the first time and he was actually really cute. 

"Hi thank from for paying for me you didn't have to do that" I said 

"Don't worry about it it's my pleasure, you can join me if you like" he said 

"Are you sure I don't want to bother you" I said 

"No it's fine just sit" he encouraged and so I did 

He reached over and pulled out the chair opposite him for me to sit down which I did and then we got to talking so I could learn more about the stranger I found myself sat with. First he told me his name was Pedro and then I found out he is my age which was good to know as it meant he really is just a nice guy and probably not some weirdo trying to get my attention. We continued to get to know each other and he told me that he was from this area so he gave me some good place to go to. As it turns out Pedro is a really lovely guy he was happy to sit and listen to me and wait for me to try and figure out how to say what I wanted to in Spanish as I'm not fluent. We got to know each other quite well before Pedro offered to give me a bit of a tour of the area which wasn't in my plans but I couldn't say no as I'm sure he knows more than I do plus spending more time with Pedro sounds quite nice. 

We walked towards the main square together and Pedro pointed out some good places to go to eat which I tried to remember but I still probably forget some. As we got into the square some people came up to Pedro asking to take pictures which really confused me and to begin with I thought I'd misunderstood what they said but when they got their phones out I realised I was right. I ended up taking the pictures while wondering if I had accidentally met someone who's famous is Spain without me knowing. Once the people left Pedro tried to just move on but I just stood looking at him wanting at least some sort of answer as to why those people wanted pictures with him as that not just a normal thing for most people.

"I'm guessing you want to know why that happened" he said 

"It would be nice" I replied 

"Well I race motorbikes which is a pretty big sport over here so sometimes people recognise me" he explained 

"Thats really cool I'm going to need you to tell me more now" I said 

I think he could tell I wasn't going to let this go easily as he suggested we go and sit on the beach and he'd explain more and show me some pictures so I practically ran down to the sand to find somewhere quiet to sit. Pedro laughed at how eager I was but I didn't care as I just wanted to know more about him as now I think there's more to him than he was letting on. He quickly got out his phone and showed me some pictures of him from race weekends and in most of them he had a trophy so I knew he was good at what he does. Then he showed me some pictures from when he won what he called the moto3 world championship which he then explained was the lowest class in Grand Prix racing. It took some explaining but eventually I worked out how this whole racing thing worked and when it all made more sense I was able to understand just how good Pedro actually was to be at the level he is at his age. We watched some clips of him racing and I was just in awe as they just go so quick and some of the gaps they go through seem impossible to make work. 

It was just amazing watching him race so if I get nothing else from this holiday I will definitely be watching racing more often. I could've sat watching clips for hours but instead the two of us got up and walked along the beach for a bit enjoying the warm weather as there isn't enough of it where I'm from. I was having so much fun that I almost forgot that I'd only met Pedro this morning as it felt like we'd known each other for years and were catching up but we'd actually only been talking for a few hours. He was just such a nice guy and I could tell that there wasn't a bad bone in his body which made me feel completely comfortable walking around and spending time with what others would consider a stranger. 

After walking around for a while Pedro asked if I'd like to go back to his for a drink and some food as it was well past lunchtime. Most people would probably not go through with an offer like that but I trust Pedro so I said yes which was definitely the right decision as when I did he jokingly promised he wouldn't kidnap me. The walk wasn't too long but it probably took us longer than it should've as we were laughing and joking so much but it was fine as we made it eventually. When we went in Pedro went and made us some lunch which I tried to help with but he didn't let me so I just ended up sat on one of the kitchen counters watching. In the end I made him agree to let me do the washing up so I did that while he finished plating up the food and then we went to sit down together.

After lunch Pedro and I kept talking until it was starting to get late and I should be heading back to my hotel before my parents think I've actually been kidnapped. I really didn't want to leave as I've really enjoyed my day with Pedro but at some point it always had to come to and end. He offered to walk back to my hotel with me seeing as it was getting late and so we went together but neither of us were as talkative as we have been all day. The fact that this day was coming to an end seemingly upset both of us as not only were we more quiet than usual but we were both purposely walking slow so we could spend more time together. Eventually we reached my hotel and both just stopped outside not saying anything. 

"How much longer are you here for?" Pedro asked breaking the silence 

"Until the end of the week" I replied 

"Promise me we'll see each other again before then I'll give you my number just text me whenever you're not doing anything" he said 

"I promise I'll text you" I said 

With that he gave me his phone number and pulled me into a hug to say goodbye which I didn't want to end but it did and I had to go inside to explain where I'd been all day. 

~~~~~~~~~

Five years later 

Finally after having moved a few days ago I have finally got to the last box which I'm very glad about as I'm absolutely exhausted after working on unpacking for a few days straight. Just as I dragged the last box so I could sit on the sofa to go through it the front door opened making me jump slightly. Straight away I hauled myself off the sofa and headed to the door where I was met with the sight of my wonderful husband Pedro who had just got back from a training session at the gym. Once he noticed me stood there he quickly put his things away before coming over and pulling me into a hug before leaning back to kiss me. After he had greeted me his hands made their way to my stomach so he could greet our baby who I'm currently 6 months pregnant with. 

"So what have you been up to today?" He asked 

"I've almost finished unpacking there’s just one box left which I just opened before you got home" I replied 

"That's great but remember you have to take it easy I don't want anything happening to you or baby" he said 

"I know I've been taking breaks and I've done as much as I can from the sofa" I reassured him 

"Good now let me help you with the last box" he said 

We walked to the sofa together or more like he walked and I kind of waddled as my bump is starting to get in the way a bit more now. Pedro fully opened up the box and started pulling random things out which he put to the side until he picked up something that brought back so many memories. He was holding a framed picture which we never had up in our last place but it was of the two of us from the week we met while I was on holiday in Spain. It was taken a few days after we'd first met when Pedro joined me at the beach with my family. The picture was one that my parents took of the two of us messing around together and at the time they told me to keep hold of the picture which I didn't understand but now I get it they could just tell where the future was heading. It was funny to think that back then we didn't even know if we'd ever see each other again yet here we are married in our new house with a baby on the way. 

Next Pedro pulled out a photo album which has pictures from throughout our relationship in it. We went through it together looking at pictures from our first date, the first race I ever went to, the day he asked me to marry him, our wedding and lastly a few pictures of the positive pregnancy tests I had and our first ultrasound. Seeing our relationship laid out perfectly in a set of photos nearly made me cry as it made me realise just how much we've done together as I don't often think about how we got to this point in that much detail. I did start crying when Pedro handed me a plane ticket which sounds silly but it's so much more than that. It's the plane ticket Pedro used to come and visit me as a surprise a few weeks after I'd gone back home because he realised he liked me and he wanted to do something before anyone else could. That's not what made me cry though as much as it's cute it's the fact that he kept the plane ticket this whole time. 

"I can't believe you kept this" I said 

"Why would I not this plane ticket was how we got here today it means a lot to me" he said 

"Thats so sweet" I said 

"I can't believe how much has happened in the last 5 years it's hard to believe that if one of us had just gone to the cafe a few minutes earlier or later we wouldn't be here today" Pedro reflected 

"I'm so glad everything happened the way it did though as I couldn't be happier" I said 

"Me too I can't imagine a life without you" he said 

[heavenlytouches]

can you do more autumn stuff? with Pedro maybe? thanks so muchh

Hello sweetie! Ofc I can, I would love to ^^ thank you so muchh and awww I didn't know you guys liked Pedro that much! Hope you'll enjoy baee El <3

Pedro Pascal- crisp air

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Autumn day with Pey

PARTNER! Pedro Pascal <3

Pedro Pascal

You wake up to the gentle rustling of leaves outside your window, a soft golden light filtering through the curtains. It’s one of those beautiful autumn days where the world glows in shades of orange, red, and gold.

You stretch languidly, a smile creeping onto your lips as you think about your plans with Pedro, your partner of a year, who sets your heart racing in a way that makes every day feel like an adventure.

By the time you’re ready, the sun has climbed higher into the sky, casting a warm hue over everything. You step outside and inhale the crisp air to fill your lungs with the scent of fallen leaves and distant woodsmoke. Your heart skips as you spot Pedro leaning against his bike, a casual smile highlighting his features, his warm brown eyes glimmering with unspoken joy.

“Ready for our adventure?”

He asks, his voice like warm honey under the autumn sun.

“Born ready!”

Yu reply, grinning as you hop onto the bike behind him. The day awaits, filled with possibilities.

As he pedals down the winding paths of the nearby park, you can't help but marvel at the vibrant hues surrounding you. The leaves have transformed the landscape into a tapestry of color; orange and gold dance with vibrant reds, each gust of wind sending gentle showers of leaves spiraling like confetti.

You pass by a downed tree, its gnarled branches stretching wide, and you catch a whiff of something delicious drifting from a nearby food stall.

“Let’s take a break...?”

You suggest, excitement bubbling in your chest. He stops the bike and takes your hand, guiding you through a meadow awash with golden sunlight that causes your heart to flutter.

You sit on a plaid blanket sprawled across the grass, admiring each other amidst the picturesque scenery.

“Look at that...”

Pedro points as a flock of birds takes flight, swirling against the azure sky.

“Isn’t it breathtaking?”

“Almost as breathtaking as you-”

You tease, nudging him playfully. He blushes, a charming shade of rose blooming on his cheeks as you lean into him.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

He chuckles softly. You pluck a leaf from the ground, holding it up to inspect its marbled veins.

“What do you think our leaf here wishes it could say?”

You ponder aloud.

“I think it would whisper sweet nothings about the beauty of autumn,”

He says, tapping his chin dramatically.

“And how every falling leaf is a message of love.”

His earnestness makes you laugh, the sound blending with the rustle of the autumn breeze.

After snacking on caramel apples and sipping hot cider, you both decide to take a stroll along the winding pathways that are painted with fallen leaves. The crunch beneath your feet is oddly satisfying, and you both kick up leaves like children as you share stories and dreams.

“Imagine a place where the autumn never ends...”

Pedro muses, his voice light and dreamy.

“And we can dance in the golden leaves forever.”

“Sounds perfect.”

You say, warmth radiating through you as you catch his gaze.

“Just you, me, and this gorgeous world.”

The sun begins to lower, bathing everything in a warm, golden glow. You find yourselves near a shimmering lake, the water reflecting the palette of the sunset sky. You sit on a wooden bench, your fingers intertwined, stealing little glances at each other as if you both are afraid to break the spell of the moment.

“Can I say something?”

Pedro breaks the comfortable silence, his thumb brushing the back of your hand.

“Always.”

You reply, your heart racing in anticipation.

“I feel like…”

He breathes in deeply, as if gathering courage.

“I feel like every day with you is like this autumn day—beautiful, fleeting, and filled with colors I never knew existed.”

His eyes search yours, glimmering with sincerity.

“I want every moment to be ours.”

You bite your lip, the rush of emotion causing something sweet to swell in your chest.

“Then let’s create a world where autumn lingers, where we can hold each other under this sky forever.”

Pedro’s face lights up with that dazzling smile of his, and without a second thought, he pulls you closer, your foreheads touching. The world around you fades, the autumn whispers becoming gentle notes of love.

As the sun finally dips below the horizon, painting the sky in blushing pinks and purples, you and Pedro sit together in perfect harmony, surrounded by the comforting embrace of falling leaves. Today was just one of many moments, but it felt like the greatest adventure of all.

With an autumn breeze cradling you both, the two of you lean in, sealing the day with a soft, sweet kiss, the world around you blooming with a love as vivid and embracing as the colors of fall.

This fic is pure teeth-rotting fluff TwT I hope you liked it anyway <3

Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!

I love you guys so much <33

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[moonshynecybin]

if you could typecast the grid as stereotypical americans who would be who? (idk if i'm making any sense) but for example bezz gives very cali stoner energy.

god this one is hard because they are all so stunningly european. truly. american men do not act like that. the jean tightness alone. ummm. okay let’s start with the easy ones

pecco: pecco is from a suburb like three hours from chicago and he tells everyone he’s from chicago. framed bulls jerseys on the wall etc

pedro acosta: someone said baseball player from north carolina and yeah. i can imagine bumping into this guy at cookout. like he’s giving charlotte/macklenberg county. serving gastonia. he went to nc state with my friend thomas and he has strong basketball opinions.

bez: califoniaaaaa you’re right. of the surfer or skater variety… either way he’s in baggy as fuck clothes skulking around outside kicking it whenever he can. eating a sandwich

vale: new jersey. my trashy italian american clown princess

mav: screams boston 2 me

aleix: too european im being real. insane amounts of european. kind of breaking my brain sooo im not assigning him one

enea: gay ass san fran guy with his lil dog. walkin around the castro the dog gets hot. he picks up the dog. gay pride flag in the background. i cheer. he’s drinking espresso that costs fourteen american dollars. that’s like 12.50 euro google is telling me

casey stoner: this bitch is from vermont

luca: right across the river from vale in new york citayyyy… i think he would thrive in an environment where he doesn’t look insane wearing something very elegant and a lil dressier. like you can’t really do that in idk. most of the south or midwest or southwest or— anyways we’re sending him to nyc

jorge martin: i COULD see him hanging out in florida but like slutty florida not trashy florida. just on a beach in miami in the tiniest shorts imaginable with aleix comma also there europeanly. idk

joan mir: LOUSIANA. need to take his pissy ass to the bayou.

jack miller: attended the university of alabama and was perhaps too invested in SEC football culture. i would end this by saying roll tide for comedy but that would make me gag here in real life. anyways

marc and alex. hmmmmmmm. i could see outside austin texas as that seems 2 be hallowed ground for marc lol. alternatively. kentucky. horse boys. this is another hard one i’m open to suggestions here cuz nothin is jumping out at me tbh

franky: seems into mindfulness in a way that is giving seattle. runs a bookstore with REALLY good staff picks. big ass armchairs HUGE used book section that smells good. sitting there petting the store cat in a flannel with the sleeves rolled up. sipping his coffee. works nights at the local bar sometimes. who said that.

brad binder: denver.

[batsplat]

i think several things that impressed me the most is that acosta also has sprints to contend with, so double the work on the weekend compared to marc’s 2013 season. plus with modern aero dirty air is now a prevalent thing, which wasn’t so in 2013, so tyre management is crucial, of course, he still has to master that, but there are elders of the sport that still can do that (not naming names jack miller) and acosta is still doing better than them! ducati today has a super developed software that determines tyre wear, and that lead to the entire ducati lineup picking a soft at cota this year, and pedro has literally on his own picked the correct tyre, which was a medium. i know that the ducati’s most likely followed pecco’s lead, but they’ve all run race pace in practice, has not one of them felt dubious about the soft? this was a pretty great indicator of pedro’s instinctive understanding and feel for the tyres, the bike and the track conditions. and most importantly, pedro is already fighting a very competitive marc!

like, we don’t know how pedro would fare in a title fight rn, but we also cannot tell how mentally 2013 marc would have coped with not immediately being on the best bike and not fighting at the front.

don't really have much to say beyond, yeah, completely agree with all of this. how quickly he's gotten the hang of the tyre management is insanely impressive and was far from a given... look at how the moto2 field this year has been completely mixed up by the switch. he struggled basically for one race and since then, he's kept progressing

the austin thing was very funny to me yeah. I do vaguely get pecco's reasoning for his tyre choice, but obviously it's a sign of confidence to be willing to go your own way. the contrast with jorge martin is quite fun - despite jorge's general air of confidence verging on cockiness, he was spooked into making the wrong call and following pecco's lead. (admittedly, I imagine he doesn't trust his judgement as much as he perhaps should after the phillip island fiasco last year.) pedro didn't let himself get psyched out into the wrong call, he went a different way from all the ktm's, absolutely paid off for him

and yeah, the marc 2013 point is true... I think this is partly an expectation thing - if he'd been on a worse bike he probably would've handled it fine, I just reckon he would've crashed a lot. the sprint thing is another important reminder that different eras are just. very tough to compare. I think you can go two ways on this - on the one hand, pedro's definitely having to deal with more strain as a result of just how intense race weekends have become, plus he's only now trying out this format (unlike everyone else in the class who already did it last year). that being said, the experts seem to think that the best way to adapt to a bike is to actually ride it in race conditions, so it's not implausible that the sprints have allowed someone as talented as him to get to grips with the motogp bikes faster. it's tough to compare! all of these things are tough to compare! all we know for certain is that pedro is incredibly impressive and is going to go on to win a shit ton of stuff