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“Hey, sweet girl,” Joel murmured as he stepped through the door, his voice low and warm, wrapping around you like a soft blanket. His work boots scuffed lightly against the floor as he made his way toward you. You didn’t even notice him at first, too busy glaring at your laptop screen, your brows knit tight in frustration. You’d been sitting at the dining table all day, your shoulders tense, and the sight made his heart ache a little.

He crouched down beside you, resting a hand on your thigh. “Darlin’, you’ve been at this all day, huh?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing soothing circles over your leg. You hummed distractedly in response, your focus still glued to the screen, trying to figure out whatever had you so stressed.

Joel tilted his head, studying your furrowed brows, the way your lips were pressed into a thin line. His hand slid up to gently cradle your face, coaxing you to look at him. “C’mon, baby, give me those pretty eyes,” he teased, his voice full of tenderness. When your gaze finally met his, the corners of his mouth quirked up in a small smile.

“You’re gonna fry that pretty little brain of yours if you keep this up,” he said, leaning in to press the softest kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to let you feel the warmth of him. “How ‘bout you take a break for me, sweetheart? Let me take care of my girl for a bit.”

Your chest fluttered at the way he looked at you, his deep brown eyes filled with nothing but love and concern. “I just—this thing’s been giving me so much trouble all day, Joel,” you murmured, your voice a little defeated.

He shook his head gently, his hands sliding down to take yours, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles. “Honey, you’re the smartest, most determined little thing I’ve ever known. You’ll figure it out, I know you will. But not if you’re running on fumes,” he said, his voice so soft it made your heart ache in the best way. “Now, how ‘bout you let me fix you somethin’ to eat? We’ll sit down, and you can tell me all about it after, alright?”

The way he said it—low and steady, full of love—made the knot in your chest loosen just a bit. You nodded, letting him pull you out of your chair and into his arms. He kissed the top of your head, his scruff tickling your temple as he held you close. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice a little gruff now but still so full of affection.

Wrapped in his arms, the world seemed a little softer, your worries melting away as you let yourself breathe him in. Joel Miller always knew how to make you feel like the most cherished thing in his world.

[josephquinnswhore]

Don’t Listen - pedro pascal x bisexual! female reader

Summary: you receive hate from Pedro's fans because they think you're lying about your sexuality.

Word Count: 0.9k

Content Warning: bullying, online harassment, self doubt.

Note: I know it’s not pride month yet but IM PROUD TO BE APART OF THE COMMUNITY EVERY MONTH. Love you all so much 🏳️‍🌈. In Australia we recently just celebrated Mardi Gras - it inspired me to write something as a bisexual woman.

Pedro loved this time of the year, he supported the lgbtqi+ community loud and proud, using his platform, he became a public voice for people in the community to support them. You had reposted Pedro’s own tweet and made your own, being apart of the community as a bisexual woman, you wanted you extend your support and acknowledge the struggles the community has faced and face to this day, while admiring how far things had come in the past few decades.

Pedro’s ‘fans’ decided this was outrageous and they simply couldn’t accept it, Twitter users in general were blasting you, because you posted the pride flag and the bisexual flag, owning the hurdles and self doubt you’d felt with over the years coming to terms with your sexuality. Your brain kept repeating the words you read.

“Bisexual? She’s definitely cheated on pedro.” No. I would never.

“It’s any wonder she could attract one gender let alone two.” Everyone is beautiful.

“Fakeclaiming being apart of the lgbtqi community isn’t cute girl. Check yourself!!!!” I would never lie about something so important.

“Fucking dirty slut. Leave pedro and save yourself the embarrassment.” Why are do people say such horrible things.

“How can pedro be with someone like this?” He loves me, right?

Pedro hadn’t been oblivious to the fact that you’d received hate comments over the years as a result of being his girlfriend, it was expected, and usually you handled things great. Communicated with Pedro and your skin grew thicker over time, their comments about you held no weight, your kindness became power for you, disgregarding them like water off a ducks back.

This however, triggered you immensely and sent your mind spiraling, your brain searching for the memories that had traumatised you as a teenager growing up in a strict and homophobic household. It was the one and only thing you truly struggled with in your life, and thought you overcame.

Pedro has never seen a moment where you doubted yourself or a decision you seemed confident making. He had never been in the position where he has seen you so broken down as you are now;

Pacing the lounge room, tears streaming down your cheeks, red and swollen under eyes, and body trembling, the culprit of your broken demeanour coming from your phone, your eyes encaptured in a trance, unable to stop reading.

Pedro rushed forward and pulled you into his body, your arms in an awkward position press against your chests folded inward. You leaned your head on his shoulder, the softness of his sweater inviting you into him, adding to the comfort he provided. His hand caressed the back of your head, stroking your hair, his fingertips lingering on your scalp causing a ticklish tingle that send a shiver down your neck.

“Shhh, I’ve got you.” His hushed voice whispering in your ear made you weak, your heart soaring and overflowing with love as he swaddles you in his arms, protecting you.

“Look at me baby.” You comply, your lip is in a small pout as it wobbles, your eyes shining with a gloss that made your eye colour more enticing as they’re full of emotion, a redness covered your cheeks and top of your nose that begged to be kissed to relieve their anguish.

“No one knows your struggle. You are an incredible, brave and intelligent woman and I am so proud to call you my girlfriend.” Tears fall from your lash line and tickle your red cheeks momentarily before Pedro wipes the tear away with his thumb.

“Repeat it with me baby.” The sincerity in his voice has your chest constricting.

“I am incredible.” His brown eyes watch you as you repeat him.

“I am brave.” Your lips mimic the words and he cracks a small smile.

“I am intelligent.” Your lip stops wobbling through the last affirmation, your eyes drying, tear stains on your cheeks crusting.

“You deserve me, I deserve you.” Your voice repeats his words solidly, believing his reassurance.

“Take some breaths with me now baby okay? Just follow my lead.” Pedro inhales deeply, you inhale, your lungs expanding and holding the air for a few seconds before releasing the exhaling with him. Repeating the process, your mind becomes clear with clarity, the overwhelming anxiety dissipating as your usual levelness settles in your brain like a freshly dried blanket providing some comfort.

You open your eyes to Pedro staring down at you, observing you. His eyebrows are raised upward baring concern, lines in his forehead creasing at the action. “Thank you for bringing me back.” Your whisper barely reached his ears, your fingers tickling his face as you traced shapes along his patchy beard. “I’m always going to be here baby. You handled it incredibly, I’m so proud of you.” He leans his head down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead that lingers for a few seconds before parting. Brown eyes scanning your face, admiring the beauty of you, even after you had a breakdown. Pedro took you all, the good the bad, the fucking terrible. He would do it everyday if he had to. You were his girl, he would move mountains for you.

“I’m so lucky to have you. I love you Pedrito.” His nose comes down to nuzzle your own, foreheads pressed together lovingly in an effort of Pedro creating a safe space for you. “I love you baby, happy pride month.”

[meveispunk]

Okay, okay, OKAY. Listen! Hear this out,

I need (NEED) a fic about :

Francisco Morales being a single DAD x Reader is his kid teacher.

(Yes, Yes) that’s what I need. Please beautiful and talented writers of tumblr. PLEASE someone write this 😫

You will have my eternal LOVE.

[lionlena]

A kitchen disaster (PedroPascalxreader) oneshot

Reader is Pedro Pascal's girlfriend.

Pure fluff.

*

It was no secret that Pedro couldn't cook. Really. He has even spoken openly about it in interviews.

Many times.

And yet you decided to change it. You just wanted give a try. To say your boyfriend resisted is like saying nothing. Even your very reasonable argument did not convince him.

"If you ever find yourself on a deserted island, you will die without knowing how to cook anything."

 It was a very serious argument, but Pedro was laughing.

But finally, after many weeks, he agreed to cook something. He knew you were going to have a long and hard week at work as the deadline for your reports was approaching. Pedro saw how stressed you were and wanted to do something about it. He has agreed to make dinner, provided you leave him instructions.

You chose pizzas. You really had the easiest recipe in the world. Only a few ingredients. It was enough to combine the ingredients, knead the dough, add pizza toppings and bake.

You were really excited. You kissed him on the mouth before go to work and said happily:

 "Everything is ready. I should be home at 6pm, so start getting everything ready an hour early."

 Pedro didn't seem as enthusiastic as you.

 "Fine," he murmured.

 "I believe in you" you said cheerfully and patted his chest.

 And although your day at work was hard, you came back to Pedro's house with big smile. Your enthusiasm quickly died as soon as you crossed the threshold.

 As soon as you walked in, you could smell burnt food.

 "Pedro, I'm back!"

 Pedro jumped out to you and... He looked terrible. His shirt was wet and stained with flour and possibly tomato sauce, which was also on his jeans. Flour was also in his hair.

You lost your breath.

 "Hey baby," he said happily.

 "What happened? Did you have sparring with pizza?"

 He laughed nervously and shrugged.

 "I told you it was a bad idea."

 You suddenly realized that if he looked like this then... What does the kitchen look like? Even though he tried to stop you, you passed him and...

Pedro lied in interviews saying he was bad at cooking. He was TRAGIC about it. The kitchen looked like a tornado went through it.

 "It's a disaster!"

 "Well, you wanted it. I warned you."

 You sighed heavily, placed your hands on your hips and hung your head. You saw Pedro coming out of the kitchen.

 "And you where?"

 "I'm evacuating."

 "You're not going to leave me alone with this mess, are you?"

 You haven't received an answer. Okay, you deserved it. You insisted. You sighed heavily and looked around the kitchen again. You decided to pour yourself a glass of wine before you start cleaning. At least that's what Pedro couldn't spoil. You grabbed a paper towels  to start cleaning the kitchen counter as your boyfriend came back into the kitchen. He cuddled up to your back and giggled.

 "Did you really think I was going to make you clean this mess?"

 He kissed your ear and you turned in his arms.

 "That would be fair. My idea, my mess."

 He shook his head.

 "I just went to order food. It'll be in fifteen minutes. I know you're tired. Go to the living room. Sit down on the couch and rest."

 You wiped flour from his cheek and kissed him.

 "God, I really love you."

 He hugged you even tighter.

 "I love you too, sweetie, but..." He narrowed his eyes and added, "Forget that I'll cook again."

 You laughed and nodded your head.

 "Ok. From now on, only I cook."

*

[joelsrose]

Roses & Rust

Previous chapter

Chapter 2: Between Shadows & Light

Summary: You follow Joel and Tess through the QZ, drawn to their unyielding strength and survival instincts. When you're caught by Joel during a tense exchange, you find yourself unexpectedly pulled into a dangerous mission, questioning what you've just gotten yourself into while trying to prove your worth.

Joel.

That was his name—the man who had saved you, though you hadn’t known it at the time. His name slipped into your hands like a secret passed through the wind, overheard on the lips of another, whispered by someone in the market. The name lingered in the air like a sharp breath held too long, and now it echoed in your thoughts like a soft, persistent hum, a reminder of the collision of your life with his. You lay on the thin mattress, staring at the cracked ceiling, the faint breeze slipping through the broken window, stirring the heavy air. Who was he? The question gnawed at the edges of your mind, growing sharper with each passing day. Why had he saved you?

From what you’d seen, Joel was a force of nature—moving through the world with a quiet, unrelenting intensity that made people instinctively step aside. His demeanor was hard, impenetrable, as though he never spared anyone more than a passing glance, like nothing could reach him. He seemed to carry the weight of something heavy, yet refused to let it show. And yet, despite that, he had saved you. As the flickering candlelight cast soft shadows across the room, your thoughts drifted to him—those deep lines etched into his forehead, the way sweat gathered on his brow after a day’s labor, and his lips, which you had never once seen curve into a smile.

You told yourself it wasn’t disappointment that ate at you after the failure of your deal. You had tried, and you had failed. And it didn’t take long to realize that, no matter how much you fought, survival alone was a battle already lost. The world was too vast, too cruel. People like Joel and Tess—they survived because they didn’t hesitate. They moved with purpose, their resolve unshaken. You had been alone for so long, learning to rely on only yourself. It had become second nature. But after that night, after seeing them, you couldn’t deny the truth that lingered in the quiet corners of your mind: you needed them. Needing them felt like a betrayal, a weakness exposed after eight years of solitary survival. Yet, it was unavoidable.

So, you followed them.

At first, it was subtle. You kept your distance, always watching from crumbling alleyways or behind half-destroyed walls as they moved through the QZ. Joel and Tess were always together, their steps synchronized in a way that spoke of years of understanding.

Joel’s presence was magnetic, like the calm before a storm—a quiet intensity that drew everything in without needing to make a sound. He moved through the chaos of the QZ with an effortless confidence, each step deliberate, his gaze sharp and unyielding. His arms often folded across his chest, as if guarding something buried deep within, while the silver threads in his hair would catch the light in fleeting moments, softening his hardened edges. There was a gravity to him, an unspoken weight that made people part in his wake, as if they understood he was someone you didn’t challenge. Beside him, Tess was his counterbalance—sharp where he was silent, commanding in the way only someone who had seen the worst of the world could be. Her eyes, always keen, seemed to strip the world bare with a glance, bending it to her will without the need for words. Together, they were an unspoken force—two sides of the same coin, moving in unison as if the world itself couldn’t touch them.

You, on the other hand, were a whisper—a silent presence, unnoticed.

They never saw you. Days turned into weeks, and you grew more daring, trailing them deeper into the black market. You watched their every move as though they held the key to your survival. You waited for the moment when you could prove yourself, to step out from the shadows and show that you could be part of their world.

That moment came sooner than you expected.

It was an ordinary evening, the sun sinking low, casting long shadows across the streets as curfew tightened its grip on the QZ. You followed them, close enough to hear the faint murmur of their conversation, yet always far enough to remain unseen. You watched Joel, how his presence seemed to guide Tess through the streets, a protective force that lingered beside her, even in silence.

They led you into an old, abandoned building, the air inside thick with dust and the scent of decay. You moved carefully, your steps light, but the streets outside could not fully mask the faint scuff of your foot against the cracked floor. It was in that instant that you saw them—Joel, Tess, and a small group, huddled in the dim light of the building. Tension clung to the air. This wasn’t an ordinary smuggling deal. Something was wrong.

Tess’s voice was low and urgent, speaking to a woman you didn’t recognize—her face pale, skin clammy with sweat as she pressed a trembling hand against a wound, blood seeping through her fingers. Standing nearby was a girl, no more than fourteen, her arms crossed, eyes filled with both fear and defiance.

Your pulse quickened. This wasn’t just another smuggling deal. Something was wrong. And you definitely shouldn’t be here.

You took a step back, intending to disappear before anyone noticed your presence, but the sound of your shoe scraping against the rough floor echoed like a gunshot in the oppressive quiet. You froze, dread curling around your chest.

Joel’s head snapped toward you, years of survival sharpening his instincts as his eyes narrowed, scanning the darkness with lethal precision.

“Come out,” his voice commanded, low, edged with something dark and unyielding.

Your heart thundered in your chest. You hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, hands trembling by your sides. You felt exposed, like a child caught spying on something forbidden, the weight of embarrassment heavy on your shoulders. When you emerged from the shadows, your breath caught in your throat—Joel was pointing a gun at you, his expression unreadable.

There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, brief and fleeting, before they hardened, dark and sharp, pinning you in place as if daring you to make the wrong move. Your heart raced, your breath catching in your throat as the weight of the moment pressed down on you. But even through the fear—through the threat of the gun trained on you—you couldn’t help but notice him.

He was a man built of rough edges and unspoken sorrow. The strong line of his jaw and the sharp angles of his face, framed in that fleeting light, left you breathless in a way you couldn’t explain. He was handsome in the way of broken things—handsome without softness, without intention, as if the world had shaped him out of its wreckage and forgotten to smooth the edges.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” His voice, thick with a southern drawl, was laced with frustration that bordered on anger. His dark, unblinking eyes weighed you down with suspicion, pulling you abruptly from the trance you hadn’t realized you’d fallen into. A flush crept up your cheeks, the warmth of embarrassment mixing with the intensity of his gaze.

Your throat was dry, the words stuck somewhere between your mind and your lips. You tried to speak, but nothing came out. Swallowing hard, you grimaced at your own silence. Great. He probably thinks I’m mute, you thought, a grim sense of irony creeping in. This was the second time you’d been struck speechless in his presence, as if the weight of his gaze alone had the power to steal your voice.

Before the moment could stretch further, Tess’s voice sliced through the tension like a knife.

“Wait,” Tess said, stepping between you and Joel, her sharp gaze flicking between the two of you before recognition dawned in her eyes. “I know her. She’s the doctor from the QZ.”

Your heart skipped a beat. How did Tess know you? You had worked in the infirmary for extra rations, but you had kept your head down, trying not to draw attention. Yet, Tess knew. Of course she did. Tess always knew.

Joel’s gun remained raised, though his eyes shifted to Tess, waiting for an explanation. Tess’s expression softened slightly as she gestured toward you.

“She might be able to help,” Tess said, nodding toward the woman slumped against the wall. “We need her.”

Need me for what? The question echoed in your mind, but you stayed silent, your heart pounding as the gravity of the situation settled over you.

A scoff echoed from the young girl standing nearby, her eyes rolling with exaggerated annoyance. “Another one? What is this, ‘Take Your Random Stranger to Work Day’?”

Joel shot her a sharp look, his voice hard. “Quiet.”

The girl huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Just trying to lighten the mood.”

Joel’s gaze returned to you, the gun still in his hand, though now lowered. His eyes searched your face, as if weighing how much of a threat you posed, or whether you were worth trusting. The tension in his jaw didn’t ease, but after a moment, he nodded. Barely.

“Fine,” he muttered, though he spared you only the briefest glance before turning his attention back to the situation at hand. His mind seemed elsewhere, as if, like you, he had found himself in a moment far bigger than he had anticipated.

You exhaled shakily, realizing only now how tightly you’d been holding your breath throughout the entire encounter. Tess gestured for you to come forward.

“That’s Marlene,” Tess murmured, her voice softer now as she motioned toward the woman slumped against the wall, her breath labored and shallow. “Shot by FEDRA.”

Your eyes widened as the severity of the wound hit you. The blood seeped through her fingers like a slow, inevitable surrender, too much for her to survive without immediate care. Every instinct in you flickered to life, pushing aside the fear as you dropped to your knees beside her. Your hands moved swiftly, tearing a strip of cloth to fashion a makeshift bandage. As you pressed it firmly against the wound to stem the bleeding, your mind raced, piecing together the gravity of the situation unraveling before you.

Above you, their conversation continued, a low, urgent hum that seemed to thrum through the air—Joel, Tess, and Marlene whispering in hushed tones about transport, the girl, and something far more dangerous than you’d realized. Plans were forming, intricate and desperate, and you were now in the thick of it.

“We can’t move her like this,” Tess said, her gaze flickering to Marlene with a grim finality. “She won’t make it.” She paused for a moment before adding, her tone steady, “We need to get the girl out of here. And we need her,” Tess said, nodding in your direction. “Medical skills might be the only thing that keeps us alive.”

Joel’s eyes shifted to you again, lingering with a skepticism that felt like a blade at your throat. He didn’t need to say a word for you to feel the weight of his mistrust; it was written in the hard line of his gaze. The sharpness in his eyes pinned you in place, silently assessing your worth, your potential threat, and whether you were just another burden to carry. But Tess’s word seemed to hold weight with him. He trusted her, and for now, that was enough.

After what felt like an eternity, Joel gave a terse nod, though his expression remained unyielding, and his gaze barely flickered in your direction. His mind seemed elsewhere—perhaps racing just like yours, caught in the sudden tangle of choices and consequences.

Your breath came in shallow bursts as you pressed harder against Marlene’s wound, the tremor in your hands betraying the fear you fought to suppress. The air thickened with the weight of what was unfolding around you, a moment too vast, too unpredictable to fully comprehend.

What the hell had you just gotten yourself into?

[pforpedro]

EPITOME

Pedro Pascal x Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT! Pedro having a certified breeding kink, depression may occur cause we’ve been ripped of seeing pedro as a dad 😭 MINORS DNI.

SUMMARY: Pedro having a certified breeding kink.

It hadn’t been clear to you from the start, but let’s face it, Pedro 100% has a breeding kink.

Don’t even try to deny it, you know it’s true.

He’s amazing with kids, you’ve seen it first hand. With every child actor he’s worked with, both young and breaching their 20’s, he’s treated them as though they were his own. It was the epitome of his entire being. He was just a sucker for kids.

He wanted to be a dad so badly. That’s why he took to the role of Joel so strongly when he was offered the place. He’d rant on about it for weeks at a time about how excited he was to finally be playing a father figure again, and you couldn’t be happier for him.

You’d kickstarted your relationship with Pedro a little late in life. You’d been friends ever since you met on the set of Game of Thrones in your early 20’s, Pedro in his 30’s. The age gap wasn’t jaw dropping, but it turned one or two heads.

You’d been together three years and stumbled upon the topic of kids one or two times. Mainly sparking after fleeting moments of words that slipped in the bedroom.

“Gonna breed you so fucking good, mama, fill that tight little pussy with my seed.”

That was only the beginning.

“That’s it baby girl, take it, take my load, let me fill you up, my girl, that’s it, fuck, let me put a baby in you, mama, let me breed you.”

He was kind of shocked the first time you let him. You loved Pedro deeply, and you didn’t plan on going anywhere. You’d settled, you were comfortable and happy, you knew if it wasn’t now then it may be never.

“W-what?” His head bolted up as his thrusts stopped in place so he could see you clearly through lust ridden eyes.

“Breed me, baby, give me everything you’ve got, I can take it.”

“Are you sure?” He’d asked cautiously, “are you ready for that?”

“Yes, we’re ready, go on… Breed me, daddy.”

There was no letting up after those words had been spoken. He made sure he gave you everything he had, because when you asked for everything he wasn’t going to fall short. He poured his love and admiration into every thrust, kissed you tenderly through the roughness of his movements, pounding deep into your core. Finally, you felt it. The feeling you’d been craving for months; his warmth seeping deep into your core.

It was nerve wracking as the weeks passed and you’d had little to no symptoms of pregnancy, but finally it came, that dreaded morning sickness. A bright indicator it was perhaps time to purchase a pregnancy test.

After a few weeks of bad luck, finally, it came back positive. Pedro, well, over the moon was an understatement.

You didn’t release the good news to anyone until it had to be shared; until you were starting to show. The press practically imploded at your news, both good press and bad. But you didn’t care what anyone else had to say, you were happy. And Pedro, well, he made sure to tell you just how phenomenal you looked.

“Look at you, mama, you’re glowing.”

“My princess, doing so well.”

“You look so sexy like that,” he’d say as you stripped to change into your pyjamas, “c’mere, let me taste you.”

He’d been extra careful around your sensitive boobs ever since you’d shared the news with him, but there where times when he just couldn’t help himself. He’d suckle gently on the nipple sending shockwaves down your spine, he’d kneed them softly when you rode him, he was inevitably in love.

He’d pleasure you both platonically and sexually throughout the months of your pregnancy, and the epitome of his being soon came to shine through.

There wasn’t any doubt about it in the first place, but seeing it first hand you knew. Pedro was an amazing dad.

—

Thank you for 300 followers ❤️

[pforpedro]

ADMIRATION

JOEL MILLER X READER

SUMMARY: He loved you, but you were just a shadow.

WARNINGS: Light smut, crappy writing, very short 💀 MINORS DNI.

He loved the way you were, and the aura that surrounded you. After everything that had happened you were still set in the same tone and shade, still as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on you.

He admired you. Praised the ground you walked upon, and that was rare for a man like Joel. Better known to yourself as Mr. Miller who had a daughter, unbeknown of her age, named Sarah. Mr. Miller, the gentlemen who sometimes returned your dog, Maximus, when he would escape at night and get stuck in his garden. The tall, silver fox who often helped you carry heavy loads of shopping or parcels of furniture, even if they were sat on your doorstep. Joel goddamn Miller, the man you were slowly starting to fall for.

He loathed you. Here me out. For all that you were in beauty and in grace it made his blood boil to see you smile. To watch your beautiful lips curve to reveal your perfect teeth, crisp and white, illuminating every room you graced with your presence. It made his nerves sting to know that he couldn’t be the one to kiss them. Dampen them with his lust. To hold you close while he delved into the soft skin and muscle, to feel the warmth they posed.

He sought you out. Whether platonically or nonchalantly, he felt as though he needed your attention. To have your eyes, those beautiful daring eyes staring at him made his heart skip a beat. To know that you were looking at him, and he was looking at you, even through passing glances and daring peeks. Even the smallest of gestures; asking how your day went, what the weather was going to be like that evening, if you ever needed a ride to work. Just to have you for one split second was enough to fuel his fire.

He claimed you. In the darkest of nights when all eyes were turned to the light, as though they were moths drawn to a flame. In the corner, where shadows wept, he claimed you. Teeth clashing against teeth, dampened breaths colliding in heat, skin meeting skin, he made you his. He brought out the ache in your bones and made you whole again. He filled those baring gaps, literally, with all he had to offer. He sought you comfort and release with nothing but a single touch and showered you with praise when you prevailed to his command.

With all that there was, he was starting to love you. Without a shadow of doubt he’d stand on the front line for you, shield you from the dark and the world that had began to drown you. Like a ball and chain it dragged you down and he was there to release you. To free you from its unholy wrath. He tried. He tried his very best to ensure the reality of your safety. To make you whole again.

All in the sense of admiration, that remained all it could be. To admire from afar, through gaps in the curtain and behind the safety of his car door. For you where too far out of reach to claim.

He loved you.

But you were just a shadow.

[josephquinnswhore]

Another angsty Pedro x reader fic being posted tomorrow. Kinda projecting onto this one 💁🏼‍♀️

Starting to think maybe I should write some fluff fics.

[lionlena]

Just let it go... (PedroPascalxreader) oneshot

Your boyfriend, Pedro, back to home and finds you distraught on the couch. He's trying to do everything to comfort you.

Little sadness, low self-esteem, hurt/comort

*

Pedro returned from the gym and when the silence in the house found him, he felt worried. He was sure you were there because he put his keys next to yours. So why was it so quiet?

It's not like you were a loud person. You were very quiet compared to him. And yet, thanks to you, the house was teeming with life. There were always noises from the kitchen while you were preparing your meal. Or music was coming from the garden. And sometimes the sounds of the show you were watching came from the living room.

Even when you were working, he could hear how fast you were typing or talking to co-workers on the phone. So the silence was unsettling. He cautiously began to pace the house and finally found you in the living room. You were sitting on the couch curled up in a ball and stared blankly at the wall.

"Y/N, I'm back, sweetheart."

You jumped suddenly, as if someone had snapped you out of a trance. You looked at him and forced a small smile.

"Hi."

He immediately saw that your eyes were red. He quickly walked over to you and knelt by the couch. He place his hand on your knee.

"What happened?"

You were in a good mood when he left the house and now he was wondering what could have gone wrong.

You sighed heavily and shifted uneasily.

"Do you remember that new job I wanted got?" He nodded and you continued. "They sent me an e-mail. "Your qualifications are not enough for us." In other words, you sucks."

"Hey, hey, don't say that." He got up for a moment to kiss you on the forehead. "You know it's not like that. You said that there are 150 other people running for this job. Your qualifications are great and they just overlooked it."

You looked into his warm brown eyes. You really wanted to hug and kiss him, but the feeling of heaviness in your chest was too much. You knew he was right. It's just that someone else was a little better, or had a little more luck. Maybe he did better in the job interview. But that didn't make you any worse. However, there were thoughts that tormented you greatly.

"I was really hoping to get this job and make more money."

"We're not short of money."

"You, Pedro, you have enough money. I'm the one who still borrow from you."

He shook his head and grabbed your hand.

"Y/N, it doesn't matter. I don't care. You know I've been in a place like this myself. Do you know how many times I've borrowed money? I believe in you, honey.

"Okay" you replied resignedly. You don't have strength to argue with him.

He got up, hugged you and kissed your head.

"Would you like something to eat? I can make you a sandwich, or I'll warm up yesterday's dinner."

You shook your head. You felt your stomach still knotted.

"No, but if you're hungry, go ahead."

"How about that? I'll make popcorn and watch Lucifer with you. Hmm. What does that sound like?"

Your heart clenched at how sweet he was. You knew he didn't like your show, yet he was willing to sacrifice himself. But you refused again. Pedro wasn't going to give up.

"Do you want to go for a walk? To a cafe?"

You sighed heavily as you felt a new wave of tears welling up in your eyes. His efforts were wonderful but you felt too overwhelmed.

"Pedro, don't be angry, but... I just want to be alone, in silence."

He tilted his head and... He looked like a sad puppy whose toy had been taken away.

"I can't agree to that. I can be quiet, but I won't let you drown in this abyss of despair alone."

Before you could say anything he had already sat next to you and pulled you into his lap. You couldn't resist him. You rested your head against his chest and he wrapped his arms around you tightly. His lips touched your head as he whispered:

"Just let it go... I'm here, cariño ."

So you let go and the first tears fell onto his shirt. The heaviness in your chest was slowly easing and the feeling of being worthless slowly disappearing. Pedro's body heat gave to you comfort and a sense of safety. You gripped his arm tighter and whispered.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, mi amor . We'll stay here as long as you need, but trust me, tomorrow will be a better day."

You nodded your head and closed your eyes. In your sweet Pedro's arms, it was easy to believe that things would get better.

*

A/N: Well, this happen to me today :( And I really need my "Pedro comfort zone".

I hope is well with you all <3

[lionlena]

We don't love each other (PedroPascalxreader) angst!

A/N: I can't believe I wrote ANGST. It breaks my heart. All because of this one gif. In my imagination, Tyler looks like Tyler Hoechlin.

Summary: You and Pedro are: friends with benefits, for many years. Your layout is simple and clear. You don't love each other. You're friends on a daily basis, you take care of each other... Sometimes you sleep together. You go on dates with other men and Pedro doesn't mind. Everything is simple until you accidentally hear Oscar say that Pedro loves you. Then you decide to tell him the truth and you ruin everything. 

Warnings: angst!!! smut, mentions of sex, friends with benefits, sad, broken hearts, age difference (reader is 15 years younger than Pedro)

*

You thought your arrangement with Pedro was transparent. You were friends with benefits. You two didn't spread it, but your closest friends guessed it.

You met Pedro a few years earlier when his career was just taking off. You liked each other and felt good about each other. You often went to parties together. One day you ended up in bed together. But you and Pedro didn't want something like that to end your friendship. Together, you made the decision to continue your friendship, adding benefits.

Men have needs... Women too.

You had to admit that Pedro was a truly wonderful man, not only in bed, but most of all, out of it. He took cared of you, gave you small gifts and comforted you after a date gone wrong. He was a great friend.

Unfortunately, over time, you realized that you felt something more for him. You really loved him, but you weren't going to tell him that. Pedro has always made it clear, "we don't love each other." He reinforced this position as his career began to take off. You understood and respected it. That's why you dated other men and didn't hide it from Pedro. You didn't sleep with him while you were in a relationship, and he respected that. Sometimes you were a little worried that Pedro rarely dated other women. But you explained it to yourself by his profession. He couldn't risk meeting someone who would announce to the world the next day: I slept with Pedro Pascal and he left me!!! He is an asshole!!!

Well, some women didn't understand that sleeping with a guy doesn't necessarily mean an engagement ring.

Yes, your arrangement with Pedro was clear, transparent and stable. You loved him, secretly, and he... He loved you as a friend. You thought so.

*

You were laughing on the phone when Pedro invited you to a party by the ocean that was supposed to last all weekend.

"Are you crazy! Did you really rent beach houses for everyone?"

"I want to celebrate my success! Y/N, you know me. I want everyone to have fun and no one to worry about how to get home."

"Are you suggesting we are going drink a lot?"

"A lot of!"

You both burst out laughing. You really enjoyed Pedro's success. He deserved it. Deserved all the love and attention. You knew what he went through in life. In your eyes, no one deserved it more that him.

"Okay. I think I can take a few days off."

"Wonderful. Just tell me, do you want a cottage for two?"

You bit your lip and started to think. Pedro obviously sensed that something was wrong and immediately asked:

"Hey, what's wrong? Did you and Tyler break up?"

"Uh, no... But things have gotten complicated for the moment and... I'd rather be alone."

"Okay, do you want to talk about it? I know I've been busy lately with The Last of Us , but we're still friends."

You smiled. Pedro was always worried about you, but you didn't want to spoil his mood.

"It's just a simple lovers' quarrel. He'll get over it."

"OK, see you soon."

"Bye, Pedrito."

You hung up and fell onto the couch. You lied when you said it was nothing. The truth was, you screwed everything up. You and Tyler were a couple for over seven months, it was your longest relationship. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Pedro was in Canada on the set of the show and rarely spoke. It was the truth you didn't want to admit. Tyler was handsome, kind, and... He took your relationship very seriously. A month ago at a family dinner, he knelt in front of you with an engagement ring, and you... You said no and ran.

You really didn't know why you did it. Why?! You tried to call Tyler many times and apologize to him, but he didn't answer. You weren't surprised at all. So you texted him explaining that you were just scared. But you knew it was a lie. The truth was, you missed Pedro. For his body, for having sex with him...

You screamed in rage and started throwing yourself on the couch.

After a few minutes, you decided to go through your wardrobe. Why would you care about Tyler when you could be with Pedro again in a few days. Even if he didn't love you, his presence could bring you comfort.

*

When you got out of the taxi a week later, you felt like you could breathe again and not think about Tyler.

The driver was just taking out your suitcase when you heard Pedro.

"Y/N!!!"

He ran straight at you and you jumped into his arms. You hugged him tightly and inhaled his scent. God, you finally felt good. You pulled back a bit to get a better look at him. You immediately noticed that he had a little more gray hair, but that only added to his hotness. He was wearing a white t-shirt and blue shorts. Even though he was wearing sunglasses, you could see how his eyes sparkled. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it. Pedro really loved see you.

"I missed you" you said and cupped his cheek with your hand.

"Me too," he purred.

"Who is already?"

"Oscar, Sarah, Linda, Thomas, Adam, Helen... And you. My most important guest."

You slapped his chest and pulled away.

"Stop. I know it's only because you haven't had sex."

It was a harmless joke, but you could easily see Pedro tense up.

"Hey, it's a joke... You know, nothing has changed. Our arrangement. Right?"

Pedro shook himself and nodded. He grabbed your suitcase with one hand and wrapped his other around your waist. He leaned his head towards you and whispered in your ear.

"You look lovely in that dress."

You couldn't help the blush that spread across your cheeks.

A few minutes later, Pedro was leaning against the doorframe of your beach house. He watched you unpack your suitcase. You glanced at him and noticed that he was strangely restless.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"It's more of a question for you." He replied and took a few steps towards you. "We've known each other for over ten years Y/N. We started friendship when you were in your twenties. I know you and I know when you don't tell me everything. Imagine how surprised I was when I called Laura."

You suddenly felt your mouth go dry. Laura was a friend of yours and spoke to you regularly.

"She was very surprised to hear you were going to the party because I quote, Seriously, I thought she was devastated after she turned down Tyler's engagement."

You tried to read Pedro's face, but he was unfazed. You didn't know if he was angry or disgusted with you. You sighed heavily and sat on the bed.

"What do you want to hear, Pedro? I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was a bitch who broke a good guy's heart."

Pedro shook his head and sat next to you. He grabbed your hand and his thumb began to make comforting circles on your skin.

"I just want to know why? What happened between you two? Is it my fault? Is it because of our arrangement?”

You looked at him surprised.

"How did you get that idea? Tyler doesn't know about us. He know we're just friends, so don't blame yourself." You rested your head on his shoulder. "It just freaked me out, you know... His whole family was there. It wasn't fair. Like he thought I was going to say 'yes' for sure if they were looking at me. We haven't even talked about it and he suddenly jumps out with ring. Who does that?"

Pedro put his arm around you and pulled you closer.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I just want you to be happy."

You had to bite your tongue not to reply, "I'm happy. Here and now, with you." Instead, you pulled away from him and smiled.

"Hey, I'm not here to cry. I want to party, dance, drink and hear all the cool stories from the set."

"You want to hear how everyone was looking for me while I was sleeping?"

You started laughing out loud.

"Why doesn't this surprise me? You're the best nap-mate."

*

You felt wonderful during the party. You completely forget about Tyler. Pedro's hands on your hips while dancing were enough to make you happy. Everyone was laughing and drinking. When it started to get colder, Pedro lit a fire and you all sat on blankets..

Pedro, of course, was sitting next to you and hugging you. Still, you were shaking.

"Do you want my sweatshirt? I can bring you one." he asked tenderly.

He's always taken such good care of you. You nodded, but before he got up, you yourself were on your feet.

"Wait, I'll go myself. I have to use the bathroom anyway."

"Okay, take which one you want."

You didn't even notice that Oscar was watching the two of you closely.

You used the bathroom and sat on the bed to look through Pedro's suitcase. You felt your phone slip out of your pocket, so you took it out and set it aside. Then you noticed the navy blue sweatshirt Pedro was wearing earlier. You put it on and smiled as you smelled his perfume. When you got back to the fire, you took your seat and started talking to the others. At three o'clock in the morning, everyone was tired and slowly began to return to their temporary homes. You were going to do it too, but not before Pedro hugged you and kissed your head.

"Goodnight, Sunshine."

"Night, Pedrito ."

You gave him one last hug and walked towards your beach house. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Oscar grab Pedro's elbow and pull him aside. You didn't care. They were very close and always had things to discuss.

You threw yourself on your bed with a big smile. You wanted to check your phone when you realized you left it in Pedro's house. You groaned and got up. However, when you were about to enter Pedro, you heard Oscar's voice through the ajar door.

"Dude, you're exaggerating."

"Leave me alone, I didn't do anything. You can see I don't have Y/N here."

You were about to leave when you realized they were talking about you.

Oscar sighed heavily.

"You were about to let it go. You said you'd distance yourself, and what are you doing... You stick to her like a horny teenager during the dance, and then... "You want my hoodie" How old are you?

Your heart was beating like crazy.

"It doesn't mean anything to her anyway and... I just wanted her to have fun and forget about Tyler."

Oscar snorted as if he didn't believe his friend's words at all.

"You have to stop it, Pedro. Loving Y/N is destroying you. You don't date other women. You don't start serious relationships..."

You wanted to keep listening, but Oscar moved closer to the entrance, and you were afraid he'd see you. Besides, you thought you'd heard enough. You decided to go back to your cottage and watch from the window when Oscar left Pedro.

The waiting was a nightmare. You jumped and squealed and bit your lip.

Pedro loved you!!! He loved you!!! You were so happy. You finally can told him the truth. Poor guy thought he meant nothing to you. You had to change it.

As soon as you saw that Oscar left Pedro's cottage, you ran to the mirror. You fixed your hair and makeup. You almost ran outside and in less than five minutes you were on the doorstep of the beach house. You knocked lightly and entered. Pedro was sitting on the bed looking tired. You giggled like a teenager.

"You are not sleep yet, old man?"

He lifted his head and looked at you surprised.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

You smiled at him and winked at him.

"I left my phone on your bed while I was getting your sweatshirt."

He turned around and when he saw your cell phone he nodded. You shifted restlessly from foot to foot. You couldn't wait any longer. Maybe it was the alcohol still coursing through your veins, but you just let it out.

"I love you."

"What?"

"I love you Pedro, I..."

Pedro jumped to his feet and shook his head furiously.

"NO!"

You were surprised by the anger you saw in his eyes.

"You're drunk," he growled.

Now you felt angry.

"No more than you," you gasped. "I know what I'm saying and you don't have to hide it anymore. Don't get upset. I accidentally overheard what Oscar was saying."

"You obviously didn't hear everything Y/N. You didn't hear me tell him that I don't want to love you, that it's just a problem..."

You felt like someone had punched you in the face.

"I'm a problem?"

Pedro huffed in annoyance and ran a hand over his face.

"Not you. My love for you is the problem. I'm not in a place where I'm supposed to love someone. Maybe I never will be. You're younger and you live a quiet life with no paparazzi. Do you really want to ruin it all for some fleeting feeling?"

You clenched your hands into fists.

"I've loved you for a long time, you fool!"

"Stop! Why are you ruining everything?! Why did you have to love me back?!"

 You couldn't believe that the same Pedro who hugged you when you cried was standing in front of you. The same one who brought you coffee in bed and kissed you on the forehead when you fell asleep. A complete stranger was standing in front of you. You couldn't hold back your tears anymore.

Pedro, seeing this, suddenly regained his composure. He looked at you resignedly.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I never meant to make you cry, but... I really don't want to love you."

He took a step towards you, but you jumped back. You quickly ran to where you left your phone and shouted:

"Leave me! Never come near me again!!!”

Then you just ran out of his beach house and locked yourself in yours. For a while you wondered if Pedro would try to get to you, but apparently he took your words to heart. You cried all night, and in the morning you packed up and called a taxi. By the time everyone woke up, you were already halfway home.

 Only one person saw you leave. His brown and tear-filled eyes watched intently as you disappeared from his life on forever.

*

Up all night on another red-eye I wish we never learned to fly Maybe we should just try To tell ourselves a good lie Didn't mean to make you cry Maybe won't you take it back? Say you were tryna make me laugh And nothing has to change today You didn't mean to say "I love you" I love you and I don't want to, ooh

Billie Eilish- I love you (cover/ male version)

Part II

[lionlena]

1. New job, new problems... (PedroPascalxreader) - one shot

Ok, so here's the first one shot of: one shots week. As I wrote, I was inspired by my problems, but don't take everything literally, because of course I changed some things, but generally yes, my new co-workers are mean bitches. But I've come to terms with it. At least instead of talking to them, I write ff xD

Summary: co-workers at your new job treat you badly. You try to hide it from your boyfriend, but even from a distance Pedro senses that something is wrong.

Warnings: little sad but later fluff and loving, caring Pedro

This can be considered as a continuation: ♡Just let it go…

You were happy when you got a new job where you made more money. No matter how many times Pedro told that you could have his money. You felt bad about it and wanted to prove to him that you weren't with him for the money.

However, you soon found out that your new job was a nightmare. And it wasn't the job itself, because it was easy and fun for you. Your co-workers were the problem. You ended up in a three-person team consisting of all women, and you felt their hostility from the very beginning. They had trouble giving you the simplest of information, like where the bathroom is. They responded with annoyance to your every question. But you thought they'd get used to you over time. You were polite and tried to have little chats with them, but it was not effective because they ignored you. With each passing day, you felt worse and worse, and as if your misfortune wasn't enough, Pedro flew to the set in Morocco.

You sighed heavily as you sat alone at a table during your lunch break. You've been scrolling through the photos fans have taken of your boyfriend. It always made you feel a little better and made you forget everything for a moment. Your boyfriend looked pleased, though you could see he was tired. You wanted so much to hug him and make sure he was taking care of himself.

Of course, Pedro wanted you to go with him. At least for a few days, but you couldn't take free time from your new job so quickly. Another minus.

And of course, every time you spoke to him, you said everything was fine. You didn't want to worry him. You knew he should be focused on a movie set.

You were just looking at a photo of Pedro wearing a white t-shirt that was visibly wet at the bottom. You smiled and started to wonder what your beloved had done. Knowing him, he probably spilled something on himself. Pedro was so clumsy sometimes. But you loved it about him. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice your co-workers walking past you. Their sudden giggles made you jump and almost drop your phone.

"Seriously Y/N," Jane said. "You'd better focus on your job, not on dreaming about some actor who doesn't even know you exist."

You had to bite your tongue not to say that unlike her, you work instead of filing your nails half the day.

"I don't know what these girls see in him," Michele said.

You perfectly saw how a few days earlier she was drooling at the monitor when she was reading an article about your boyfriend.

Before you could answer anything, they walked away laughing like crazy.

When you talked to Pedro in the evening, you could hardly keep your composure. He asked you several times if you were okay.

"Honey, you really do sound kind of weird," he said sadly.

"I'm really fine... I've had a busy day today and I think I'm having a migraine."

"My poor baby," he cooed. "Maybe you should lie down."

"That's what I'll do."

"Do you want me to talk to you on the phone until you fall asleep?"

You wanted to cry. Your boyfriend was so sweet and caring.

"Yes," you whispered.

You only felt worse for the next few days. Even during lunch, you didn't look at pictures with Pedro because your co-workers always sat at the table next to you. You were sure those bitches did it on purpose. It was ridiculous and you felt like you were in high school.

You started wondering if you should just start going out to some restaurant for lunch. You would have less time then, but you would gain peace of mind. Suddenly you heard some commotion behind you.

"Is that him? It's impossible," Michele murmured.

You turned around and your heart leaped. You couldn't believe your eyes. A smiling Pedro was walking towards you with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. You couldn't take it any longer and ran over to him. He welcomed you with open arms and hugged you tightly. You pulled away from him after a while, to look into his eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the silly faces of these three bitches.

"What are you doing here?" you choked out.

"Did you really think I wouldn't sense something was wrong?" He stroked your cheek gently. "I'm back only for two days, but I hope it's enough."

You nodded and murmured, "I still have a few hours left at work."

"I know, but I couldn't wait to see you. I'll pick you up in the car so you don't have to take the subway back and we'll spend a wonderful evening together."

You blushed involuntarily, and he chuckled and whispered in your ear, "Yeah, I'm thinking about that too."

You shook your head and groaned as you realized you had to get back to work. You kissed Pedro on goodbye.

Suddenly your co-workers wanted to talk to you, but this time you ignored them. It was really sweet revenge.

Pedro has come for you as promised. On the way, he picked up food from your favorite restaurant. At home, he lit the candles and asked, "Dinner first, or bath first?"

You looked at him lovingly. "Dinner."

After you ate, he prepared an aromatic, warm bath for you. The tub was big enough for both of you to fit comfortably. You sat between his legs and rested your head on his chest. His big hands traced patterns on your breasts and belly. You finally felt relaxed. You closed your eyes and sighed heavily. You felt Pedro kiss you on the head. "My love, can you tell me what's been making you so sad lately?"

You nodded and squeezed his hand tightly. Though you tried to be calm, your voice trembled a few times as you told him about your job and how your co-workers treated you.

Pedro listened to you carefully, and at the end of your story, he hugged you tightly and kissed your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry babe. These stupid women should be glad to be working with someone as great as you." He placed a kiss on your shoulder again. "I know we've talked about this before, but you don't have to work. You know that. Why do I need money if I can't make the people I love happy?"

You smiled and squeezed his arm. "I know baby. But I want to go back there and watch those bitches die of jealousy because I have the most amazing and handsome boyfriend in the world."

Pedro chuckled and hugged you tighter. "Can this most amazing and handsome boy take you to bed and enjoy your body?"

"Yes!" you squeaked.

A week later, your boss appreciated your work and decided to transfer you to a new, more experienced team. Your new co-workers turned out to be very friendly and communicative. Enjoyed your job again. Though it was nice knowing you had a great boyfriend thanks to whom you don't have to work. And you don't have to worry about money.

Taglist: @creedslove

[lionlena]

A perfect day for a perfect girl (PedroPascalxreader)

Okay, so this is a reward for @reniescarlett​  bc she is my 300th follower :D

Request from here.

I tried to make it really nice and sweet. Just one moment of uncertainty, but Pedro quickly dispels it.

Fluffffff

You felt soft kisses on your stomach and smiled. Without opening your eyes, you placed your hand on his head and buried your fingers in his hair.

"Pedro," you murmured.

"Good morning, Sunshine," he said and placed another kiss on your soft belly.

"Hmm, I'm still asleep," you replied, but you already knew you'd have to get up.

Pedro was sometimes like an impatient puppy. You suspected that he had been awake for at least an hour and impatiently waiting for you to join him. Actually, it would be a lie to say that you weren't excited either.

Today was your birthday and it was going to be a wonderful day.

There was going to be a little party tonight, nothing too crazy. You just wanted to have dinner with some of the closest people you loved and who loved you just the way you are.

Pedro obviously wasn't going to wait until the evening with all the nice things he had prepared for you.

You felt him move up your body and start kissing your collarbones: " Hermosa," he moaned.

You laughed and kissed his cheek muttering, "It's okay, I'm up."

You opened your eyes to meet his warm brown gaze filled with nothing more than love for you. He grinned widely and pecked your nose saying, "I'm waiting in the kitchen!"

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Sometimes you wondered where he got so much energy from. Maybe it was the amount of caffeine he drank.

When you got up, you noticed a path of rose petals and a pleasant warmth enveloped you. Pedro really set out to make your birthday special. You followed rose petals to the kitchen.

Pedro was standing at the table with a big smile on his face and fidgeting impatiently. As soon as you crossed the threshold he shouted "Happy birthday!"

He ran over to you and hugged you tightly.

You laughed at his behavior and smiled back at him. As he moved away from you, he led you to the table and pulled out a chair for you. He placed a plate of pancakes and sweet syrup in front of you. You raised your eyebrows in delight. You knew he must have put in a lot of effort in this and that he probably burned at least half of the pancakes, but it was still impressive. Soon a bowl of your favorite fruit, orange juice, and coffee were also on the table.

Pedro came behind you and kissed your head.

"Here," he said and set down a small box with a ribbon. "Open it."

You looked inside curiously and found a silver necklace with a pendant in the shape, of your favorite animal.

"Oh, Pedro... It's really too much."

"No," he replied quickly. "This is just the beginning. You are special and your birthday is supposed to be perfect."

You stroked his cheek and for a moment you just stared at his handsome face. Until finally he broke the silence: "Come on, eat. I thought after breakfast we'd watch a movie of your choice, and then maybe we'd lie down by the pool."

You nodded your head. "That sounds great, but remember we have guests tonight."

"Take it easy" he purred and stroked your hip. "I'll help you with everything."

As Pedro suggested, you sat comfortably on the couch after breakfast. You cuddled up to his side and together watched the movie you chose.

Later, he prepared snacks for both of you and you lay down by the pool. Pedro took the lotion and asked you to lie down on your stomach. He started rubbing the cream into your back and you closed your eyes and focused on the pleasure. His fingers perfectly located the points where you were tense. By the time he focused on your neck and shoulders, you were in heaven. You could spend all day like this, but you really wanted to see your friends.

You felt Pedro kiss you on the ear and purr, "What about are you thinking, honey?"

"I could spend eternity here," you replied.

"If you want, we can cancel everything."

"Oh no. I really want to see everyone and wear a new dress."

Pedro laughed and nodded. "Okay. We're doing whatever you want today."

You spent another hour by the pool, but it was finally time for you to start preparing dinner. Pedro, as promised, helped you with everything, and when you went to change, he started to prepare the table.

You took a quick shower, did your hair and makeup, and finally put on a new dress.

You looked in the mirror and lightly smoothed the fabric around your hips. You tilted your head slightly and bit your lip. You turned sideways and then heard his soft voice: "Sweetheart? Is something wrong?"

You lifted your head to look at Pedro, who was staring at you in awe.

"I don't know. Isn't that dress... Too short? Too small?"

He immediately shook his head and stood close to you, placing his hands on your waist. "You look stunning and... I'm mad?"

"What? For what?"

"Because you'll be torturing me with your looks all evening. Everything I will want will be to throw everyone out the door so I can have you all to myself!" He leaned in and started kissing your neck.

"Stop it" you squealed and slapped his chest.

"But, this is true" he groaned.

You smiled and cupped his face in your hands. "I love you, you know?"

"I know. I love you, cariño."

All your uneasiness vanished instantly as his brown eyes stared at you with such love and devotion. You were ready for a great evening.

Your friends have not let you down. They gave you wonderful, unique gifts and made the whole evening full of laughter.

Pedro was always close to you and gave you kisses at every possible opportunity.

When the last of your guests left, you started clearing the table, but then Pedro put his arms around you from behind and started to pull you away.

"Honey, what are you doing? I have to clean up."

"Uh, no, no..." he murmured. "It can wait until morning... Or a week... Whatever. All evening I thought I had to give you your last present."

You turned around in his arms and looked at him surprised. "What?"

"Me," he replied, and you started laughing. "You look so beautiful. Please, let me take you to the bedroom. If you make me, I will beg for it on my knees."

You snuggled into him and sighed. "You don't have to beg me..." You pulled away and grabbed his hand leading him toward the bedroom. "I really want to unwrap my last present."

Pedro started to laugh and you felt infinite happiness envelop you. It had been a great day, and apparently, the night was going to be just as amazing.

[lionlena]

We don’t love each other (PedroPascalxreader) Part VII FINAL

So this is the end of this series. I never expected that the first part, which was supposed to be only one shot, would enjoy such interest. Thank you all for your comments and likes. You guys are great and I hope you enjoy the finale. 🥰

Summary:  You and Pedro are: friends with benefits, for many years. Your layout is simple and clear. You don’t love each other. You’re friends on a daily basis, you take care of each other… Sometimes you sleep together. You go on dates with other men and Pedro doesn’t mind. Everything is simple until you accidentally hear Oscar say that Pedro loves you. Then you decide to tell him the truth and you ruin everything.

Warnings: angst!!! smut, mentions of sex, friends with benefits, sad, broken hearts, age difference (reader is 15 years younger than Pedro)

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Part VII

You were surprised that you managed to sleep for a few hours. It was hard for you to fall asleep, not only because of the flood of thoughts but also because of how uncomfortable the mattress was.

In the morning you felt exhausted, but also calmer. You weren't even mad at Pedro anymore and regretted yelling at him. It wasn't his fault Tyler cheated on you. Pedro just wanted to help you, as always. After everything that happened, he was still your friend. But you weren't sure if your friendship would last. Maybe Pedro wanted to talk to you so badly because he wanted to end everything. He wanted your paths to part forever but in a peaceful way.

The thought made your heart clench painfully. But you had to face it. You got out of bed, took a shower, and got dressed. You had just finished styling your hair when you heard a soft knock on the door.

Pedro was leaning sideways against the wall next to the door. He looked as exhausted as you. He looked at you with sad eyes and raised a hand holding a paper cup of coffee.

"I come in peace," he murmured, and your lips involuntarily lifted up.

You took the coffee from him and nodded. You were sure this was coffee you liked. You stepped aside and let him come inside. There was an awkward silence between you for a moment. Pedro was still standing near the door as if ready to be kicked out at any moment. You leaned your hip against the bedside table and took a few sips of your coffee.

Pedro sighed heavily and finally said:

"Y/N, sorry about yesterday. I overreacted." He rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. "I think Laura's mood got the better of me. Now I know I should have called you first, met with you, and shown you the pictures."

You shrugged.

"Never mind, this relationship really didn't stand a chance. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, I'm sorry."

After your words, he moved slightly towards you. He was calmer knowing you weren't mad about the day before. But he knew there was still much to explain.

"Y/N, I know maybe it's still early. You're tired and... Sad for sure, but can we talk about us?"

You placed your cup on the table and crossed your arms over your chest. So the moment has come. Farewell.

"About us? There is no "us"... There was never an "us".

Pedro shook his head violently and took another step towards you.

"Don't say that, please. I can't believe you've stopped feeling something for me. I've been thinking a lot about you these last few weeks..."

And suddenly you just felt a surge of anger. He was thinking about you? When? Before or after fucking another woman?

"You thought in alone or was that blonde girl helping you? Or maybe you only had her for one night or..."

He leaned back slightly as if he had been hit.

"What are you talking about?"

He still had the audacity to pretend he didn't remember the woman. Or maybe it was true. Maybe he'd had so many of them in the last few weeks that he couldn't remember them anymore.

"Three days ago I went to your place because Oscar asked me to talk to you. A blonde woman in a robe opened the door for me!"

Pedro started laughing and you glared at him angrily.

"Is this so fucking funny?!"

"Yeah! Oscar spent years finding me girls to make you jealous, and you didn't bat an eyelid, but... A completely random woman made you furious. So yeah, it's kind of funny." He calmed down and looked at you kindly. "But... June is an old friend from college. She missed her flight and called me to see if I knew of a hotel because the one she wanted to stay at had no room left. You know, there were all those music festivals, and actually, most of the hotels were booked, so I offered her to stay with me."

You snorted and looked at him accusingly.

"And I'm supposed to believe it?"

Pedro huffed and pulled out his phone. He was looking for something for a while and finally showed a photo on Instagram.

"That's her?"

You didn't even have to look twice. You would recognize her anywhere.

"Yes," you murmured.

He scrolled to the next photo, where the same blonde was lovingly hugging another woman, and there were two children between them.

"Is that her too?"

This time your eyes were stuck on the picture for a longer time.

"Uh... Yes."

You slowly lost your confidence. When you saw the photo of two women kissing, you knew that Pedro wasn't lying to you.

"Uh... I'm sorry."

Pedro couldn't help but rub your arm gently.

"Okay, I know what it might have been look, but... I haven't had anyone since we had the fight. How could I? I know I screwed everything up and I want to fix it so much. I loved you for years, but I was afraid to admit it."

You felt a wave of sadness welling up inside you. He was standing so close to you and all you wanted to do was snuggle into his body, but at the same time, you didn't believe him. He has never tried to tell you that he loves you. He never tried to kiss you on the lips. You were the one who tried to break that rule, but he would always stop you, look at you suggestively and say, "You know the rules, honey."

You shook your head and looked at him with teary eyes.

"You know, what is the truth? That you were just comfortable. You knew me, you trusted me and you didn't have to have any obligations. That's why you didn't want to tell me you love me!"

"No, Y/N. It's not like that."

"So how?! How the hell, Pedro?!" you growled.

Pedro walked past you and sat down heavily on the bed. He sighed and lowered his head.

"Do you remember our first night..." He lifted his head slightly. "I mean the first time we had sex." You looked up at him and nodded your head. How could you forget it? "In the morning, while you were still sleeping, I went to the websites, the gossip ones. I felt that someone was taking pictures of us and I wasn't wrong. It only took a moment and I found it. We looked like a couple in love. You were so radiant and happy and you looked so young " You raised your eyebrows and he quickly added: "You were young, you're still young, but... In those photos, you were wearing this gauzy dress and light makeup and you looked like you were eighteen. And then I started reading the comments." You inhaled sharply through your nose and he nodded. "Yeah, I know. I told you many times not to do that. I don't know what hit me then. Some of the comments were neutral. Some were even funny, referring to the character of Oberyn, like "Pascal found his Ellaria". Unfortunately, some were nasty. The ones that pissed me off because they insulted you, but... Then I saw some people discussing that you're so young and you don't know what's going on, that I've definitely used you, and that I'm going to cheat on you with some other co-star. I tried to push those thoughts away. After all, what could these people know about us?" Pedro fell silent and you couldn't help but gently stroke his head. Emboldened by this gesture, he looked at you and said, "And then you woke up, went to the bathroom, and when you came back, you were so... scared. I realized that maybe those comments were true. I used my fame, I used you... And I will hurt you. But because I was fucking selfish, I couldn't finish it. So I dragged you into this sick deal. "

You felt so relieved when you heard all this. Pedro really loved you. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh god... Fucking period."

"What?"

You stood between his legs and cupped his face with your hands.

"I got my period this on that morning. I didn't have a tampon or pad with me and I was so embarrassed. If it was now or... a few months later, I'd probably just send you to the store for tampons, but then... I was ashamed. Still, I didn't know you that well. And you were the star of Game of Thrones. It's so stupid."

"So that's why you wanted to go home so soon?"

"Yes!"

"Fucking period," he muttered, and you both started laughing.

Pedro placed his hands gently on your hips. He missed that closeness so much.

"When did it all go so wrong?" he asked sadly.

"Don't you see? It's always been broken. We broke it after our first night together. We should have been a couple then. That's the truth. We screwed up when we decided to be friends with benefits."

"We were younger and we got into a spiral of misunderstandings."

"We were younger, but we weren't children, Pedro."

He nodded and looked at you, making those puppy eyes.

"How do we fix all this?"

You thought for a moment and replied:

"You know, sometimes to fix something, you have to break something first."

"What do you mean?"

"We have to break our rules."

You happily sat on top of him.

And it was just like in your dream. You were sitting on his lap, facing him. His lips kissed your neck, his hands squeezed your breasts.

"Pedro," you purred.

He looked at you and you kissed him on the lips. He gripped you tighter and held you as if afraid you would run away. But you weren't going to run.

You always knew his plump lips were perfect for long, passionate kisses. When you finally broke apart, you both had puffy lips and wide grins on your faces. Pedro touched your lips with his thumb and said:

"Let's break another rule, mi amor. I love you."

You nodded your head and replied:

"I love you." And then you added, "I really missed you. I want to feel you again. I want to kiss you during sex."

You shifted uneasily in his lap. Pedro chuckled lightly and stroked your sides.

"I'd rather not here."

"What's bothering you about this place? Remember when we did that in your trailer when you were filming The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent?"

"Oh my god! Don't even remind me! Nicolas nearly caught us!"

You both started laughing and it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Still, this mattress makes me sick to think of how many people..." he murmured.

"Okay, okay... Give me five minutes to gather my things."

But Pedro wasn't about to let you go just yet. His hands still gripped your hips tightly.

"I know, getting old," he muttered.

You laughed and cupped his face in your hands. You gently stroked the wrinkles around his eyes with your thumbs.

"You don't age. You mature like fine wine. You'll never be too old for me and I'll never get bored of you." You leaned in and kissed him again on the lips. Now that you could do it freely, you couldn't get enough. Barely moving your lips away from his, you whispered, "And I love that you still act like a boy sometimes."

Pedro hugged you tightly and sighed.

"I missed you so much, Cupcake. You're the only one who makes me feel like I can beat the world."

You dug your fingers into his hair and let him hold you for a long moment. He needed it, and you were going to give him everything. You've hurt him too many times.

*

Coming back to his house was full of holding hands, kissing (every time there was a red light), and laughing.

As soon as you entered the apartment, you immediately began to get rid of your clothes, you were left in only your underwear. Pedro took off his shirt and you showered his bare chest with kisses and he lightly bit your shoulder. He grabbed your hand and dragged you to the bedroom. There he threw his pants on the floor.

You lay on your back on the bed and he started kissing your belly and slid his fingers into the waistband of your panties, teasing you slightly. You started to move your hips and...

Pedro's phone started ringing furiously. He rolled his eyes and continued, but someone was really stubborn.

"Answer or turn off," you groaned.

Pedro reached for the phone and muttered, "Of course it's him."

You suddenly felt like having a little fun. "Give me that." Pedro obediently handed you the phone, and you swiped your finger to the green receiver and greeted with a cheery voice: "Hey, Oscar!"

There was consternation on the other side.

"Umm...Y/N? Are you with Pedro?!"

"Yes..." You bit your lip as Pedro's mouth started to nibble your thigh. You let out a slight gasp as his tongue brushed your clit through the fabric of your panties.

"Did you... Uh, never mind. Did you make up?"

"Yes. We became a couple."

"God, finally!"

"I'm surprised you're happy."

You bit your lower lip as Pedro began to take off your underwear. He had such a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"If you spent as many years as me trying to connect two idiots in love with each other, you'd be happy too!"

Pedro pulled away from you and reached for the phone.

"Give me him." You handed him the phone. "Oscar, you're interrupting us."

"Yeah, I noticed."

"So get lost and... For God's sake, never play matchmaker again because you suck at it!"

"Fuck you, Pedro!"

"That's what I'm going to do!"

"Aaa... You're disgusting. I hate you!"

Pedro laughed out loud.

"Yes, yes Oscar, we love you too, bye!"

He tossed the phone aside and licked his lips.

"So where did we end up?"

His hoarse voice filled with lust made you shiver.

"You had something to do between my legs"

"Ah yes!"

"But first." You pulled him close and kissed him deeply on the lips. "I remind you that from now on, we do this for love, not for benefits."

*

An hour later you were naked, exhausted, sweaty, and incredibly happy. Pedro put his head on your stomach and hugged you tightly. You were sure that arm that was under your back had gone numb long ago, but apparently, he wasn't going to let go of you. You intertwined your fingers with his hand that was on your stomach. You played with his hair with your free hand.

Pedro tilted his head back without taking his cheek off your skin, looked at you, and asked, "What's next?"

"We'll get up, we'll take a bath..." Seeing him roll his eyes, you laughed. You knew he was asking about the future of your relationship. "I know, I know that's not what you're asking. Well, I suppose I'll have to move in with you."

He nodded.

"If that's what you want. I mean, I always thought you lived here. Now that I'm so busy, that would be the best solution."

"Okay then" you mumbled and he kissed your belly. "What about the rest of the world? What about your fame?"

"I don't know," he replied. "I don't want to hide our relationship, but I also don't want to expose us to all these lights. What do you want?"

You brushed some unruly curls from his forehead and went back to stroking his hair.

"I think we should wait. A couple of weeks, maybe months, until the "The Last of Us" craze subsides a bit. I mean, if someone asks you if you're in a relationship, you don't have to lie. I'll agree to anything. I want just to make you happy."

Pedro snuggled even closer to you and in a sleepy voice said:

"I'm happy, as long as you're by my side and I know we love each other."

*

Days passed slowly, lost and low

You gave me hope and now there's only

 Blood running in my veins

I've never been here before

And I got love falling like the rain

I never could've asked for more

I got so much soul inside my bones

Take a look at me now

I'm young forever in the sun

Ever since you came

I'm living ultralife

I'm living ultralife

I'm living ultralife

 Oh Wonder - Ultralife

Part VI

Thank you Oscar for unexpectedly becoming my favorite a minor character 🤣

[lionlena]

We don’t love each other (PedroPascalxreader) angst! Part V

Summary:  You and Pedro are: friends with benefits, for many years. Your layout is simple and clear. You don’t love each other. You’re friends on a daily basis, you take care of each other… Sometimes you sleep together. You go on dates with other men and Pedro doesn’t mind. Everything is simple until you accidentally hear Oscar say that Pedro loves you. Then you decide to tell him the truth and you ruin everything.

Warnings: angst!!! smut, mentions of sex, friends with benefits, sad, broken hearts, age difference (reader is 15 years younger than Pedro)

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Part V

He rested his forehead against the tiles and sighed as he felt the streams of warm water hit his hard muscles. God... He was so tense. It's all through pretending. He smiled when he saw the fans and when he signed autographs. He laughed during interviews. But it was all a lie, and he was working hard to make the world believe him.

He had no cause for joy, and going out into the outside world was a torment.

Maybe, only the interviews with Bella, did him feel better, but that was only because she reminded him of his little sister in some way, and he felt the need to take care of her. He was wondering, if you would like her? Probably yes.

You and Bella would probably tease him about taking naps on set, and he'd allow it.

He felt the pain in his heart again. God, he was so tired, so sad... Yes, he'd screwed up and he had no excuse for it. You had every right to hate him, and yet... Part of him wanted to tell you that it wasn't all his fault that he tried... He tried so hard, but he failed.

When he got out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked over to the medicine cabinet. He reached for sleeping pills and immediately took two, washing them down with tap water. He doubted it would help anyway. He couldn't sleep since you left. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw your tears and the horror on your face. What did he expect? He's never yelled at you before. Yes, in play or while you were helping him with role. But he never shouted in anger. Though honestly, he wasn't angry at the time, he was terrified. Terrified that he ruined everything. That he spoiled everything for years.

He entered his bedroom and put on a t-shirt and sleeping shorts. He glanced at his phone and winced at the two missed calls from Oscar. He didn't want to talk to his friend and had been ignoring him for several days. It's not like he blamed him for the current situation, and yet... Oscar had tried for years to help him, in a way to put it mildly: useless. First, he urged him to break off the deal with you. Then he thought Pedro should confess his love to you. Then he said him that since you two been stuck in a suspension for so many years, it's better for you if your paths diverge.

However, when you parted ways, Oscar saw how wrong he was. Pedro was tired of listening to his advice. There was nothing to fix. Everything broke down.

And even though he knew it, he stared at the phone screen for a while longer, hoping that your name would be displayed on it. But nothing happened, so he decided to fetch a bottle of water from the kitchen and at least try to sleep.

As he entered the living room, the blonde sitting on the couch smiled at him. She put down the tablet she was holding in her hands.

"I already checked everything. I have a flight tomorrow morning. So, I won't bother you any longer."

Pedro shook his head.

"No problem, June. You don't remember, when I living with you and Ann for two weeks in college."

"Yes, but... I feel so stupid."

"Anyone can miss a plane. Don't worry."

June looked at him carefully.

"You look tired."

Pedro smiled sadly. If she only knew how exhausted he was.

"Yes, fame is tiring. That's why I'm going to sleep right now, but you stay as long as you want."

June immediately replied:

"Oh no, no. I'm going to bed too. If I miss my flight again tomorrow, my wife will kill me."

Pedro laughed and suddenly remembered something.

"While I was taking a shower, I thought I heard a bell ring."

"Ah yes, your neighbor was looking for her kitten."

"Hmm, strange. I didn't know they had a cat. Well, I hope she finds this kitty."

"Me too. She looked very nervous."

Pedro nodded, wished her good night, and went back to the bedroom . He laid down on his stomach and drew to himself the pillow that you always slept on. He stuck his nose in it, though he knew it was useless. You hadn't been in his bed in months, and yet he felt like he could smell you. Well, maybe because he used your shampoo in the shower. He whined as he realized how pathetic he was. But he needed so much a minimum of comfort. Just your smell.

He couldn't stop the tears escaping from his eyes. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, hoping the pills would finally take effect. Maybe his brain will show him mercy and see you in his sleep?

*

All I want is nothing more

To hear you knocking at my door

'Cause if i could see your face once more

I could die a happy man i'm sure

 When you said your last goodbye

I died a little bit inside

I lay in tears in bed all night

Alone, without you by my side Kodaline - All I Want

*

Part IV 

Part VI

Storm is coming....

There will probably be 2 more parts to this series, but I am slowly approaching the end of this series (which was never meant to be a series).

[lionlena]

His Curls (PedroPascalxreader)

Inspired by this post from @pedrotonin​

I don't know if you expected this, but... I wrote it. It's short and a bit silly.

*

You loved your job and you were used to famous people. You were a hair stylist for models, singers, journalists... You were good at what you did and always kept the highest professionalism.

However, Pedro Pascal was your weakness. Your Achilles heel.

You told yourself it was because you were his new stylist. You had to get to know his hair, adjust the cut, select the best conditioners...

But that was a lie.

The truth was that when Pedro first walked through your door, you were immediately struck by the light and warmth emanating from him. This man was just a walking sun. A human golden retriever puppy.

It was impossible not to love him. He was kind, modest, and smelled so good. He talked to you about all sorts of things and made you laugh with his silly jokes.

You tried to be very careful while combing his hair. You made sure not to do or say anything inappropriate.

But today Pedro told you he had a bad night and you told him to take a nap. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for you. People working in show business were overworked and often fell asleep in your chair.

He told you that you are an angel and you tried to hide your blush.

You're used to Pedro not closing his mouth.

Silence was also bad for your mind. Your thoughts began to revolve around Pedro. You wondered why he was having a bad night.

Did he have nightmares?

Oh, you imagined hugging him and whispering comforting words.

Or was he at a party?

A video of Pedro dancing appeared in your head.

Oh, his moves were so sexy.

You bit your lip and shook your head. You had to focus.

You started to massage his soft curls with conditioner when another intrusive thought took over your mind.

Or maybe he had an intimate night with some woman.

Images of Pedro, shirtless with his hair disheveled, flashed through your mind. Your hand sank into his hair. You grabbed his curls and pulled him towards you.

You heard his moan and...

 Oh my god! You understood what you did. Your cheeks turned a deep red blush.

" Pedro, oh god... I'm sorry, I... I..."

You dared to look at him and then you noticed it. Pedro was blushing too.

One sec! The moan you heard... Was it a moan of pain or...

Oh god, oh god, oh god!!!

He covered his crotch with his hand. He cleared his throat and smiled shyly at you.

"Maybe next time before we get into the hair-pulling thing, you'll let me invite you to dinner?"

"With pleasure."

Pedro gave you his sweetest smile. He sat down more comfortably in the chair and said:

"Wonderful. I can't wait."

You nodded and went back to gently styling his hair. The smile never left your face.

*

Taglist: @deansgirl79​

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Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/lionlena/717696242092769280/his-curls-pedropacalxreader-part-3?source=share

[lionlena]

His Curls (PedroPascalxreader) part 2

2.

You've been dating Pedro for a few weeks now. It was a wonderful time. You were literally floating above the ground. The man was sweet and romantic. He didn't invite you to any lavish restaurant on your first date. He invited you to a small Italian restaurant. It was a lovely place. The patio was surrounded by ivy who protect you two from prying eyes. There were little lights hanging above you that looked like stars.

You felt special and Pedro gave you his full attention.

Unfortunately, Pedro has been in New York for the last two weeks and you've been busy. Sometimes in the evening you were so tired you even have no streng to call him.

Today, however, he called you and begging to find a moment for him.

"Y/N, baby, please put me on your schedule. I have an interview to magazine today and they're going to take some pictures of me."

You bit your lip and looked carefully at your schedule.

"Ummm... I have half an hour free between 1pm and 1.30pm. Is that okay with you?"

"Sure baby. You're wonderful."

You were glad that you will see him. Though you'd rather see him outside of your work. You had everything ready before he arrived. Half an hour was a little time, but you believed you would make it.

Pedro burst in like a little hurricane. He immediately hugged you tightly, lifting you up. He spun around with you, making you laugh.

He kissed you on the cheek and said:

"I missed you so much, sweetie."

You patted his chest and shook your head.

"Sit down, we don't have much time."

However, as soon as he sat down, you started to look at his hairstyle.

"Pedro, your hair is perfect."

He nodded and looked at you innocently.

"I'm sorry about that little lie." He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you to him. "You work too much. I'm worried about you. And I really wanted to see you."

You stepped between his legs and placed your hands on his broad shoulders.

"I'm not angry for lying, but for betrayal." He raised his eyebrows. "You've been to another hair stylist in New York!"

He started laughing loudly and you straddled on his lap, facing him.

Pedro started to run his hands on your back and planted gentle kisses on your neck.

"Forgive me. I'll make it up to you somehow."

He started squeeze your breast with one hand. His lips pressed against yours. Your hands instinctively went to his head. As you tugged at his hair, he let out a muffled moan into your mouth and deepened the kiss.

His hands roamed all over your body while yours stayed in his hair. You broke the kiss just to catch your breath and connected your lips again.

You felt so great sitting on his lap, tugging at his curls and feeling the growing excitement in his pants, but... You shook yourself out in time. You have 15 minutes left. You really didn't want your next client catch you in such an intimate situation.

You broke away from Pedro with a groan of displeasure.

"We have to stop."

"No, honey," he murmured.

You gently stroked his cheek.

"We're running out of time, and I still have to do something about your hair."

You looked at his hair and smiled. His curls was really disheveled. You got off his lap and swiveled your chair towards the mirror.

Pedro chuckled at his reflection. You grabbed a comb and said:

"It would be so unprofessional if I let you out of here with hair like that."

But before you could start combing his hair, he grabbed your hand.

"Promise me we'll meet tonight. I'll pick you up after work. We'll go for a walk, then we'll grab some takeaway food and watch a movie."

"Sounds great." you replied.

Pedro smiled and finally let you tidy up his hair.

*

I had so much fun writing this :)

Taglist: @deansgirl79​ @pedrotonin​

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/lionlena/717508629330296832/his-curls-pedropascalxreader

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/lionlena/717696242092769280/his-curls-pedropacalxreader-part-3?source=share