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[pedropascalsx]

The Wrong Screen.

Summary: Pero goes to the movies and accidentally stumbles into the wrong screen.

Warnings: None? I mean he swears a few times but that’s it. No relationship etc. It’s just Pero treating himself to trip to the movies. A brief spoiler from the trailer of the upcoming Barbie movie.

Word count: 1068.

A/N: I don’t know what this is lol. I just feel like this is Peros kind of luck. Lol

Also shoutout to the incredible @frannyzooey for glancing over this and giving me the most helpful suggestions and edits. You are awesome! Thank you!

The second the trailer pops up on TV, he reaches for his phone on the nightstand. As a history teacher and unashamedly a lifelong history fanatic he was excited by the movie and after thinking to himself that it has been far too long since he had gone to the movies, he decides that he deserves a treat.

Pero searches his local movie theater and having a rare day off work the next day happily books himself into the almost empty 10am showing.

He had been looking forward to seeing it, having seen the first trailer months before, but as usual life and work got in the way and he had forgotten it was due for release.

*

For a workday, the movie theater was surprisingly busy. it had immediately impacted his mood, hoping for a quiet screening with no potential distractions from fellow movie goers.

Showing his mobile ticket to the man working the booth, he strolls across to the concessions stand and orders himself a large popcorn, some nachos and a coke.

“Oppenheimer.” He grunts at the usher in front of him, again getting out his phone and showing his mobile ticket.

“Screen six sir.” The man says happily. “Enjoy the movie.”

Grunting an unenthusiastic ‘thank you’ at the man before making his way towards the screen, he growls under his breath when a bunch of kids leave one of the theatres almost trip him up; clearly hyperactive and on a sugar high.

“Brats.” He scowls before pulling open the nearest door and skulking into the theatre, clutching his snacks and drink.

He had selected a seat right at the back in the left hand corner, because at the time of booking it was the most secluded and he was least likely to be bothered by movie whisperers and pretentious phone screens.

The previews yet to start, he sits in his seat, and placing his nachos and popcorn in the vacant chair beside him, digs into his pocket for his cell phone. While he wasn’t at work he figured he’d read the daily email blast to keep up with everything while waiting for the previews to start.

Humming contentedly as he reads through the email, it recounts a disastrous start to the morning at the college he teaches history at. Happy that his classes had been cancelled due to multiple field trips that he refused to chaperone and two of the buses hadn’t turned up which left a bunch of kids who were due to visit the Smithsonian stranded. He chuckled at the thought of his pain in the ass faculty advisor having one of her many meltdowns over this.

So distracted by his phone he doesn’t pay any attention to the herd of excited patrons making their way into the theatre.

Men and women dressed in bright pink and purple patterns, some in formal attire and some not so formal dress enter the room excitedly. Giggling and gabbling about the movie they’re about to see.

Pero slightly raises his eyebrows at the excitement he can hear around him but doesn’t look up from his phone. Oppenheimer was a fascinating man and it would make sense that people would be excited to see a biopic about him Pero simply thinks to himself.

Eventually the lights dim and the previews start to flash up for a few movies including a few horrors, the next instalment to some shitty franchise and a romcom; nothing that really grabs his attention and makes him want to plan any upcoming trips back to the movies.

The previews end and just as Pero starts to grin with excitement the title card appears on screen and it’s like he’s been punched in the throat.

BARBIE [2023].

Dir. By GRETA GERWIG.

“Fuck.” Pero growls before peering around the room. Finally spotting the elaborate and bright outfits, people dressed as their favourite dolls throughout the decades. ‘Wrong fucking screen.’ He mumbles under his breath.

Unsure whether to run out now or wait for a bit to avoid too much embarrassment Pero just sinks into his chair. Rolling his eyes as the movie begins. Bright pink sets, insane outfits and the most attractive cast he had ever seen. "Just make it through the first fifteen minutes and I can sneak out of here,” he reasons with himself, before shovelling a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Do you guys ever think about dying?” The gorgeous blonde on screen says in the middle of an elaborate dance routine, making everyone around her and the music come to an abrupt stop.

‘You could leave now’ Pero thinks to himself but stays firmly seated, more intrigued by the movie than he had imagined possible. Surprised by the increasingly dark theme that seemed to be hiding in plain sight underneath the multiple shades of vomit inducing pink.

With every scene that passes including one that involves her having to pick between a pair of heels and some birkenstocks Pero finds himself enjoying it more and more and by the time her and Ken are out of ‘Barbie Land’ and navigating their way through ‘The Real World’ the movie he had originally come to see had been long forgotten about.

Every heartfelt piece of dialogue surprisingly resonates with him and as Barbie begins to cry for the first time ever he finds himself completely moved by it. Touched by the message of the movie he can’t help but feel a little disappointed when the credits begin to roll and the movie has ended.

“Wow,” he murmurs out loud, “That was… really fucking good.” He remains seated until everyone else has hurried out, letting himself enjoy looking around at the outfits and their smiling faces. Listening to them chatter happily and discuss their favourite scenes as they skip towards the exit.

Once he’s alone he picks up the popcorn box, nacho tray and empty cup and makes his way towards the exit. Dropping the garbage into the bin and pulling out his phone and checking the time.

It was still early in the day and he had nothing planned for the rest of it, so he strolls back towards the ticket stand in the front of the movie theatre.

The next showing of Oppenheimer a few hours away, he shrugs his shoulders and walks towards the man at the stand.

“Just one ticket for the Barbie Movie please.” He says with a smirk.

[sskcng]

habitación en penumbras pretende ocultar lo descompensado que vástago se encuentra, piel arde gracias a infección en rasguños profundos que cruzan pectoral izquierdo desde su hombro, además, cuerpo rechazó la bolsa de vitae que fue entregada horas atrás. la última vez con malestares similares datan a mediados de 1800, cuando enfermedades se tornaban epidemias con facilidad; es complicado para él mostrarse en aquel estado, vulnerabilidad no es algo a lo que esté acostumbrado. " si traes el vitae que pedí puedes dejarlo ahí. " indica mesita de noche sin prestar atención a identidad.

[marvel-and-mischief]

❄️ December Writing Challenge ❄️

Day 25. Tea Party

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!Reader Words: 981 Warnings: reader is the mother to Pero's daughter

December Writing Challenge masterlist

Pero’s daughter, Bell, was two when she started copying his every move, determined to be a mini version of her father. You had to remind him to be careful what he said and did in front of her, warning him that if she took up any of his bad habits it would be his responsibility to teach her otherwise. 

It was small things at first. Bell learned early on to stuff her mouth with as much food as possible before chewing and swallowing. Pero was mortified when she nearly choked on a chunk of bread she’d sneakily grabbed from his plate one evening. It scared him so much he refused to eat in her presence for a week. Other things, such as pointing her finger when she talked, pacing with hands on hips, certain words in Spanish you didn’t know the translation of but by the look on Pero’s face were not appropriate words for a small child, were thanks to Pero’s influence. 

When Bell was four she accompanied Pero to the tavern once a week, during the day time, to work on fixing up the building in whatever way the owners needed him to. He would teach her how to fix a candle holder to the wall, how to mend a broken table leg, what to clean the rugs with. She listened intently and worked enthusiastically (as much as her small hands could). And afterwards she would run ahead of her father to get home to tell you all about what she learned from her papa that day. It filled Pero with pride everyday that he had such a bright, happy, spirited child. 

Sometimes the tavern owner would see them to a table at the end of their work, place a tankard of mead in front of Pero and a small bowl of pickles in front of Bell. She would pick at her favourites whilst watching Pero take a big gulp of his drink, tankard landing on the table with a loud thump, then belching into his fist. Her giggles would travel through the empty tavern, making Pero laugh with her. And then she’d copy. Taking up her bowl with both hands, having a drink of the pickled liquid, pulling a face at the sourness and slamming the bowl whilst fake burping in Pero’s direction. It was the funniest thing Pero had ever seen.

She did this at home too. Picking up her jug of water at the dinner table, drinking large gulps before producing a fake burp that had Pero’s ribs hurting from laughter.

You pulled him into the kitchen one evening, leaving your daughter to eat by the fire whilst you and Pero washed and dried the dishes.

“You’re going to tell me off?” Pero asked, already moving to distract you from chores by pressing you up against the counter. 

“Would it make a difference if I did?” Your smile is sweet but your eyes are alight with adoration for your husband. 

“Probably not,” he admitted, kissing your forehead, “I cannot say no to her, you know this.”

You kissed him slowly, pulling away only because you have more to say.

“Maybe don’t encourage her to drink mead. She is only four,” you reminded him, turning your head when he goes in for another kiss. Pero grumbled half-heartedly but conceded with a nod, if only so you’d keep kissing him.

-

It took a few days but Pero had an idea that he hoped would keep you from worrying. He set up the dinner table with a child-sized wooden saucer and small drinking cup, and a Pero sized saucer for his much bigger tankard, both filled with water. When Bell entered the room she looked at the set up, confusion and intrigue alive on her face. 

“Come sit. Join me in drinking tea.”

Bell excitedly threw herself into her chair and peered curiously into her cup.

“What is teeeee?” She asked, dipping her finger into the liquid. Pero picked her finger out of the cup and placed it on the table pointedly. 

“Tea. I have been to a place where they drink something that is both sour and floral. And they sit with the people they love and drink this tea and talk.”

Bell thinks this over, then shakes her head.

“But this is water, papa.”

Pero guffawed. 

“Yes, Bell. This is water. But we can pretend.”

“Why?”

Pero picked up his tankard and took a small sip, mindful that Bell watched his every move. He did this slowly, until she copied with her own small cup, carefully placing her cup within the ridges of the saucer. 

“To spend time together.”

“But we do!” Bell exclaimed, arms reaching wide as though it were obvious. “We work! Mend broken things and you take me fishing in the pond. Then we eat with mama. And you tell me stories until I fall asleep.”

Pero nods throughout. He hadn’t realised how much she took into her little heart, all the moments he spent with her meant the world to him but he hadn’t stopped to think that they meant everything to Bell too. He cleared his throat quietly.

“That is all true. But we do not have time to talk because we are always busy.”

Bell nods, then remembers. 

“What about mama? We need everyone we love to drink tea.”

“Mama is usually busy in the day.” Pero looked around, never wanting to disappoint her. “We could invite your toys?” Bell was running into her room before Pero had finished his sentence, coming back with an armful of wooden animals of various sizes and her most important possession, a stuffed cat named Mr Muggles.

“They will join for tea,” she said, placing her toys around the edge of the table, giving them little pretend sips out of her cup.

Pero watched and smiled, a little teary eyed but with a full heart. 

[petaurodelazucar]

bUENO. qué tal owo desconozco cuantas personas quedan por aquí, pero decidí lanzarme a la piscina y ver si consigo a alguien para revivir mi motivación por escribir. perdí mis otras cuentas (hasta una que hice hace poquito ;_;), para colmo, así que me toca empezar de cero. ¿pueden regalarme un like si siguen por acá? con gusto los voy a seguir y les regalaré una interacción !

[n0tgabriel]

​ㅤㅤㅤㅤ→ ㅤ ㅤaño 2037 ㅤ ㅤ→

#VIEJO EQUIPO / @agatha-m​​

“honestamente no extraño este sitio para nada” dice luego de un par de segundos de recorrer con la mirada el espacio. ni siquiera hay una sensación de nostalgia crecer en su interior, es como si haberse alejado de alabaster le hubiera traído la calma que durante meses se le arrebató. “¿tu sí?” pregunta con una pequeña sonrisa. 

[grccve]

Shion, ¿alguna vez creíste que volverías a los brazos de Calem? 😭💜

"Nunca pensé que lo lograría". Su solitaria estadía en el bosque supuso largos años de amargura y desesperanza; incapaz como era de tan sólo pensar en buscarlos, pues el temor de guiar algo indeseable hacia su familia siempre estuvo presente. Y sin embargo, fueron ellos quienes la encontraron, contra todo pronóstico. "Pero al final, ambos llegaron a mí, como si todos esos años separados no significaran nada de qué preocuparse".

[kirsteng42]

That first gif is my favourite of Pero, although I LOVE the axe throwing gifs too…

PEDRO PASCAL as PERO TOVAR

— THE GREAT WALL (2016) Yimou Zhang

[sayuriiz]

🩸 + RUMOR: Te gustaría pertenecer a un clan diferente a Lasombra

' falso ¿otro clan? mi lealtad está por completo en lasombra. '

[shiwinu]

YO TAMBIÉN ME UNO AL PFP CON MOVIMIENTO

SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

[smallscreengifs]

[marvel-and-mischief]

❄️ December Writing Challenge ❄️

Day 23. Wedding

Pairing: Pero Tovar x gn!Reader Words: 949 Warnings: food (meat), reader has a sister, can be read as Pero and reader are friends

December Writing Challenge masterlist

Pero didn’t want to be here. The flower petals being thrown over the happy couple were irritating his allergies, the smart tunic he was forced to wear was itching his arms, and he was getting glared at by the bride’s father from across the church for no reason he could think of. He hadn’t even met the man before today so who knows what his problem was. He was having a terrible time. His best friend had found the love of his life and the only thing he was looking forward to (the food) wasn’t being presented until they made their way to the bride’s father’s house after the wedding. And now he didn’t want to go because chances are the father was going to make it known what the issue was and he’d be kicked out before he even got a whiff of whatever animal was being roasted on the spit. 

He had been told to sit on the grooms side of the chapel, at the very front where he could feel the eyes of everyone on the back of his head, probably watching where he placed his thieving hands, judging his unruly hair that frames the harsh scars on his face. He sat stoically, only smiling in support whenever William looked his way. He was here for his best friend, nobody else.

-

Pero wanted to be left alone. He’d spoken to William when he entered the manor house, given him his congratulations, then headed straight to the food table in the dining room. He piled a plate high and shuffled into the drawing room to be left in peace. Except you insisted on bugging him like a fly around rotting meat. Did your father send you? The man who had spent more time watching him than his own daughter, your sister, getting married had probably sent you to make sure the silverware stayed out of his pockets. 

“Do you want a drink to go with that?” you asked kindly, already moving towards a set of decanters on a shelf.

“I want to be left in peace,” Pero grumbled around a mouthful of food. You poured a bottle of strong port into two cups, holding one out for Pero to take. He took it reluctantly, suspiciously watching you take a seat opposite him.

“Do you not like my sister?”

That gives Pero pause, halfway to trying his drink. Your smile shows your amusement as you calmly stare him down.

“Is that why you’re grumpy? Because everyone loves a wedding, but you’re here sulking all on your own.”

“Except you are here too. Is that because you do not like William?” Pero grunts, quick to defend his best friend.

“William’s lovely. I only wonder what he sees in you.” You tilt your head inquisitively, attempting to work out how it came to be that friendly, sweet-talking William is best friends with tightly wound, waspish Pero Tovar. It didn’t make sense. 

“Leave me alone,” Pero said, taking a gulp of his drink as a signal that he was done talking.

You didn’t leave him alone. But you did stay quiet, sipping your drink, adding a log to the fire when it burned low, and ordering anyone that tried to enter the room to leave immediately. Pero was at least thankful for that if nothing else.

-

The wedding guests took their leave, bidding farewell to the newly wedded couple, allowing Pero to sneak out through the kitchen and out the back door.

“I feel as though we got off on the wrong foot.” Pero spun around and, somewhere amongst the low light of the evening, found you leaning against the stable doors, bundled up in a woolly coat and half hidden by a thick scarf to combat the cold. Neither moved; Pero waited for an explanation and you wanted more of a reaction. 

“You were alone. And I wanted to keep you company, but I don’t think that was welcome.” You shuffled away from the door, not expecting Pero to respond. So you were rooted to the spot when he cleared his throat.

“I don’t like weddings. And people don’t like me. This is the worst day of my life, and I say that when I have had countless attempts on my life in battle.” Pero gave a ghost of a smile, heart a little lighter now he’d said his piece. You laughed. It’s the most you’ve heard Pero speak, and he was funny. This guy was full of surprises.

“I’m not much of a fan either. Especially when it’s my sister getting married. It takes all the attention off me, it simply won’t do.” You grinned, walked slowly towards Pero so as not to startle him, arms crossed as a chill ran through you.

“Would you like to start again?”

Pero frowned, then realised what you meant when you introduced yourself for the first time. 

“Pero Tovar,” he replied. “You should go inside before you catch your death.”

“Come back in. We can finish the port?”

Pero seems to think it over, eyes flicking between you and the back door he’d just walked through.

“What about your father?” he asked, remembering his judgmental stare at the church.

“He’ll have retired to his room by now.”

Pero’s been in sticky situations before, and he’s been found in places he shouldn’t more times than he can count. But he’s always come out of it fairly unscathed. And you seem like you genuinely want to befriend him, however stupid that may be.

And Pero doesn’t turn down a free drink. Ever.

“Lead the way.” He decided if he’s going to attend one good wedding in his life, why can’t it be this one. 

[perffvme]

*     @toxxuki​  :  [ 2GEN ] para un starter con los hijes de nuestros personajes.

“ por favor dime que tienes la llave del auto ” expresa con calma al darse cuenta, ya frente a la puerta del vehículo, que no había rastro del objeto en su bolso. no quería alarmarse todavía, no iba a entrar en pánico. seguramente alguna de sus hermanas la había tomado entre tanto movimiento dentro del centro comercial. sí, eso debía ser. yasemin no iba a pensar en la posibilidad de haber extraviado su juego de llaves dos veces en un mismo mes. “ no puedo conducir sin ella, así que... vamos, si la tienes este es el momento para devolverla. ”

[shizunn]

TGCF AD ∟ mini theater: night chat ♡

[benedich]

"entonces te van a gustar mis creaciones" asegura pese a no tener más detalles del tipo de lecturas que disfruta la contraria, siempre lleva esa seguridad consigo mismo que a veces para terceros puede parecer un tanto tediosa. "yo en realidad leo de todo, he leído muchas cosas modernas, me gusta conocer qué es lo que traen de moda los humanos" explica encogiéndose de hombros, no le cuenta que tiene una extraña fascinación por entender el mundo exterior, el mundo real, así le llama. es tal vez esa su propia manera de mantenerse conectado a aquello que no le pertenece más, que le hace sentir más humano aunque ya no lo es. "con cariño para yeri" repite soltando una risita. "de acuerdo, anotado" sabe que su consciencia no dejará que olvide ese detalle y se las arreglará para hacerle llegar el regalo prometido a la joven. "mmm… yo creo que te ves bonita, tienes voz de alguien que puede lucir muy bonita" asegura sin vergüenza alguna, soltando verdades de la única manera que sabe. "tienes el cabello castaño y un cutis de porcelana" concluye considerando dos características muy comunes. "¿he acertado?" inquiere con gracia, lanzando una moneda al aire. en otras circunstancias hubiera propuesto aquel juego donde usa sus manos para tocar el rostro ajeno y poder darse una idea a través de las manos pero no lo hace porque minutos antes la joven se mostró demasiado susceptible, no quería volver a caer en eso. acaba por detenerse en cualquier punto, volviendo a reír en su sitio. "debimos de haber acordado cual sería la meta" exclama. "¿pero sabes qué? solo porque soy excelente personaje aceptaré mi derrota" @nayerimz

' me gustan las novelas que son ligeras ' le comenta sólo para indicarle que lo más probable es que le gusten las novelas de él. siempre se emociona cuando conoce autor de futura obra a leer o de obra ya leída. no puede evitarlo, si tiene oportunidad de hacer preguntas después de leer universo creado por otra persona tiene que sí o sí aprovecharla así que, si él planea enviarle un libro, espera mantener el contacto. si teléfono no estuviese descargado y guardando reposo encima de sus sábanas, lejos de aquel lugar, lo más probable es que le estuviera pidiéndole el número sin descaro alguno ' oh, entonces capaz no he leído nada tuyo todavía. soy una esnob, todavía estoy estacanda en la literatura de los setenta ' y es que hay tanto que le falta por leer, analizar y descubrir que no da abasto ' tienes que escribir un con cariño para yeri antes de enviarlo. así se lo presumo a mi hermano ' como la hermana molesta que es, por supuesto que lo haría si llega a presentarse la oportunidad, pero tono de voz en el que menciona petición deja en claro que está bromeando con él ' ¡es verdad! ' darse cuenta de que él no puede verla y que, de seguro, no tiene conocimiento de cómo se ve, le emociona ' ¿cómo crees que me veo? aparte de mojada por la lluvia ' se acomoda en la banca y endereza la espalda como si así fuese a mejorar impresión a ciegas del chico. ya corriendo, no puede evitar reírse también, velocidad que lleva bastante floja para toda la estamina que carga encima la mayoría del tiempo y que nunca pone a prueba. se devuelve cuando escucha el grito de él, trotando hasta que lo alcanza más atrás de ella, perdiendo ventaja pero lo que no quiere es que él se caiga ' tú sólo sigue derecho que, si veo que te estás por tropezar con algo, te aviso ' ✩ @benedich

[pedrorascal]

[bubbarnes]

“... what's gonna happen? people are not gonna like me for it? or what if i fail? well, guess what? like, you might fail. but you might as well fail at the fucking thing you want. yeah, then fail at something.”