#purple lakers shirt

[arcanefox207]

Pedro Pascal Variety Interview Part 1/?

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[avacdavra]

Pedro Pascal

+ Javier, Din, Joel

[katykatyykaty]

PEDRO IN PURPLE!! IVE ALWAYS WANTED PEDRO IN PURPLE!!!

[pennyserenade]

oh i don’t miss a goddamn thing about this fandom

[kyoteugly]

Inspired by this post I made a fanarts and it turned into a fanfic. All you can find under the cut.

Kiss me

Buck/Eddie | T | 1.1k | with fanart

Buck had no idea how he ended up in a Lakers game which he had no interest in. Well, it wasn't exactly true. He knew he would end up here eventually, tickets were an anniversary gift after all, so it was given that he would be here with his boyfriend. But he didn't have a boyfriend anymore. Or girlfriend. Or even a date. It would be pretty bold to take a newly met person to a Lakers game. That kind of date could end... enthusiastically. But using those tickets to get laid would make him a bad person, right? Nah, he wouldn't do that.  It crossed his mind that he should return the tickets, he doesn't even like basketball...

"Yes! Go, go, go! Hell yeah!"

Buck stuffed another fist of popcorn into his mouth, watching Eddie take his seat again. He's so excited - commenting the game to Buck and cheering loudly, standing up whenever emotions take over - it's nice to see Eddie like this, smiling and joyful… looking so… alive.

Right, that's why he's here.

He showed Eddie the tickets and he just froze, looking like a cat who saw a Christmas tree for the first time. With his mouth slightly open in wonder and big eyes reflecting every colorful light in them. Buck didn’t even have to think about it, he just gave both tickets to Eddie. And immediately, before even taking them from Buck’s hand, Eddie said something like “Only if you come with me.” And Buck said “sure” - again, without thinking.

And now he’s here, wearing the only yellow t-shirt he could find, because Eddie insisted he has to wear proper colors, when he showed up at Buck’s loft in a Lakers purple hoodie. 

“Great game, we’re gonna win for sure.” Eddie lets out a little huff and runs fingers through his hair to clear it from his flushed face. 

Buck thinks he should take that hoodie off, but he’s also sure Eddie would refuse, giving him an offended look. Somehow this image makes Buck smile with fondness.

And a second later it’s gone, because Eddie insolently reaches for Buck’s popcorn.

“Eyy! You said you don’t want, so hands off!” Buck tries to guard his food but Eddie only grins at him like this is some kind of dare and reaches again. This time he’s much faster and Buck is unable to save his snack from Eddie’s grabby hands.

He looks at Buck with a victorious bratty smile, while chewing slowly. Buck gazes at him like a look could kill, but Eddie is not impressed. He simply sucks his Coke through the straw and still grinning turns back to the court. 

Finding his own soda cup empty, Buck just pouts with his eyes fixed on the seat in front of him. He definitely doesn’t like basketball.

He lets out a short sigh, and looks around. The intermission should start soon, so if he wants to avoid crowds, he should go get a drink now. But before he gets up, a cup of Coke appears in front of him. 

Buck takes it and sinks into his seat with a soft smile and a warm feeling spreading through his chest. Eddie didn’t even look at him, he didn’t have to. Surrounded by all the noise and lights, all the people, he’s still aware of Buck by his side. Excited and engaged in the live game he loves so much, he still sees Buck and knows what he thinks.

It’s so natural, Buck never really thought about it. But now he does and he realizes Eddie is always there for him, no questions asked, honest but not judgmental, no matter what’s going on in his life. No matter if it’s silently drinking beer on a living room couch or going on a game together. Because somehow it feels like Eddie is here not only for his own fun but for Buck as well. 

Especially when Eddie nudges Buck to join him, when he starts singing with the most joyful smile on his face. 

“Kiss me, out of the bearded barley Nightly…”

And Buck can’t help it but to look… at this unruly stand of dark hair, at those long eyelashes casting soft shadow over honey-colored eyes… at those full lips, singing…

“You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress Oh, kiss me…!”

Eddie nudges him again and Buck caves, singing along. 

They both look at the screen, watching people smiling and kissing. And Buck is sure Eddie, like always, is here for him. To make him feel this carefree lightness, to simply enjoy the moment, either it’s a game or making fools of themselves singing corny songs on top of their lungs.

They butchered the second verse, none of them sure what the words are, but it doesn’t matter. They laugh like they hadn’t in a long time, together in this freeing act of simply being themselves. And they give all they got when the chorus plays again…

“Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand…”

Buck looks at Eddie and he thinks some silly thoughts… how beautiful Eddie is, how happiness makes his eyes sparkle mischievously but at the same his lips curve with fondness… how he knows him and loves him, not despite being Buck, but because of it… he looks at Eddie in this warm golden hue and he thinks he’s like a sun…

Eddie turns to him and Buck immediately avoids his gaze because…

Suddenly Buck sees himself on the big screen and somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he should wave “no” but he can’t… because Eddie is still looking at him, and all Buck wants is to meet his honey-colored eyes.

“So kiss me”

Buck isn’t aware he exhales the lyrics when Eddie gently cups his face. And then he kisses Buck. Softly and oh-so sweetly, with the whisper of longing in the light pressure and delicate movement of his lips. It’s tender, it’s perfect, it takes Buck’s breath away.

And then Eddie pulls away, ducking his head and smiling shyly.

“Sorry… I got carried away.” Abashed, he's scratching the back of his head.

Buck knows he’s blushing, his face is so hot, he’s sure he’s red up to his ears. He wants Eddie to keep kissing him, he wants to kiss him back but before he’s able to process this, Eddie asks sheepishly.

“Can I have some popcorn now?”

Buck laughs, his blue eyes shine with fondness because somehow this question makes him want to kiss Eddie even more. But he doesn’t. They share a snack and get back to watching the game. Buck would never admit to it but he kinda starts to like basketball.

Somewhere during the second half, Buck takes Eddie’s hand, and without taking his eyes off the court, without any questioning look, Eddie squeezes Buck’s hand gently, and throughout the rest of the evening, he doesn’t let go. 

[umadosedepascal]

“Wearing yellow or purple lakers shirt while Pedro fucks you”

can you do this for us, pls? :’)

It’s Sunday evening, you are bouncing on Pedro’s lap, you can feel his precum running down his hard cock in between you two while he pinches and nibbles your nipples looking at you half closed eyes and mouth…

It’s about time to slide his hard cock inside you but the doorbell rings..

You hold his face, he pout at you.

“Fuck, our dinner is here…” Pedro whisper in your ear..

“I know babe, I got it!”

“But, like this mama?” Pedro giggles while you get off of him.

You get the purple shirt on the floor and wear it while going towards the door.

_simple mission, just grab the food outside and leave in the kitchen_

You come back to the room, dimmed lights and Pedro with eyes wide open slapping slight his lap, jerking himself off slowly with the other hand…

“Come over here, and don’t you dare to take off my shirt…”

[darkchocoboo]

To the etenity and back| Pedro Pascal

Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader

Summary: Pregnant reader gets jealous at Pedro for calling the interviewer 'mama'. When Pedro realizes he runs a relaxing bath and gives a massage.

KIND OF ANGST MOSTLY FLUFF

SMUT MINORS STAY THE FUCK AWAY

cw: pregnant sex, angry sex, unprotected sex, Pedrito being a heartthrob, jealousy, pet names (sweetheart, baby, babygirl), No y/n used, no proofread

(I have no idea about yes or no's in pregnancy sex so everything might be wrong)

(It's just a quick scribble so)

He walked in with a tired sigh leaving his lips. His black sparkly jacket fly to somewhere whike he dropped next to you. Yo didn't bother to say a word as you're angry with him.

"Hi baby. How was your day?" He held your hand and kissed your knuckles, waiting for your response.

"I'm alright, mama." Words left your lips covered in poison. Your voice came out with so much disgust and hate he had to straighten himself on the couch.

"What's wrong baby?"

"I don't know Pedro. Maybe you should ask that to that chick you call "mama"." He was all confused now. You're never the type to make a deal out of such a small word but now you were all angry. He looked at you puzzled as you struggle to get up on your feet.

"Baby, you know it was nothing. Why so much anger?" You finally managed to get up. Stepping in the room with anger.

"I'm the one carrying your child here and you're out there calling other women mama. You stupid bitch." You put your hands on your swollen belly caressing the exposed skin with your fingertips.

"Your father is stupid, baby. I hope you don't take after him." You spoke to your unborn baby with a soothing voice.

He walked to you in the hotel room. You came to Canada for The Last of Us premiere but you didn't feel good enough to attend so you stayed at the hotel watching the interviews on your laptop.

You're normally okay with him flirting with other people but when you saw him calling the interviewer 'mama' snapped something inside. You kinda knew it was because you felt bad about leaving him alone in this important night but you couldn't keep your anger down. You were six months along in your pregnancy and your hormones was driving you crazy.

Pedro hugged you from behind. His big hands found your swollen belly. His lips leaving light kisses on the apex of your neck.

"I'm sorry babygirl. If it bothers you that much, I will never do it again. Can you forgive me, baby?"

His words and his lips on your skin melted you into his chest. Your head fell back to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. It's not me. It's the baby." He chuckled on your skin.

"I know. I know." His hands cupped your boobs thru the thin fabric of your shirt.

"How about I run a bubble bath for you, then a massage to relieve the stress, huh? Is it okay with you?"

"Yeah, I guess." You sat on the bed as you watched him strip out of his clothes to his briefs as he dissapeared into the bathroom. After a while he came out. Held your hand and walked you to bathroom.

"Let's get you naked." The bathroom was smelling like citrus and lavender. He took of the purple Lakers t-shirt you borrowed from him of your body. Then he took of your panties in a swift motion.

He sat on the edge of the bathtub as you get inside the perfect temp water.

"You need anything baby? Can I get you anything?" You shake your head signalling 'no'.

"Get in." He stripped out of his boxers and got in the tub. His hands slowly started to rub your back as he straddled you between his legs.

You melted into his touch immediately. Soft kisses on the small of your neck heated your skin. Teeth left small pecks on your soft skin.

"Babe," Your words melted into a moan. His hands cupped your already full breasts. Fingers rubbing the pebbled nipples.

"You're so gorgeous, sweetheart. Swollen with m'baby." You felt his cock press against your back. Getting harder as he kept kissing your body. You leaned against his chest. Your lower back trapping his lenght between the bodies. You started moving your hips to give him some more friction.

Pregnancy played with your hormones like a roller-coaster. You were either so angry or so sad, so happy or so anxious. And always horny. Whatever the situaiton was you always found something in Pedro to light a fire inside you. His big hand cupped your cunt under the water.

"You want me, my sweet babygirl? Hm?" You pressed yourself into his touch. Nodding in agreement.

"Words, baby."

"Yes, Pedro, please. I need you." He kissed you temple and left wet kisses to your jawline.

"Not in the water, cariño. Not good for you." He got up and lift you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as tight as your big belly allowed you to. Wrapped a towel around you as he lowered you on the bed.

"I love you, baby. Love of my life." He started kissing your neck and the place between your swollen breasts.

He found his place between your legs. Left sloppy kisses to your inner thighs. Hot breath hitting your wet core sent shivers to your body. As his lips wrapped around your clit you felt like your lungs was emptied out. He flattened his tongue on you. Licked your slit with long stripes.

His scruffy beard itched your thin skin.

"Pedro" He hummed over your clit as he kept ruinning you from between your legs. When his finger went inside your wet walls you clenched.

"Pedito, baby. I need you. Please."

He talked, his lips moving over your cunt.

"You need me baby? You need my cock?" You nodded but his warning popped on your mind.

"Yes, yes Pedro. Please, inside." He put another finger inside you.

"Let's get you ready, okay? I don't wanna hurt you." He pumped his fingers inside in a slow pace. His fingers curling to hit that spongy spot that made your toes curl.

"Keep going Pedro, I'm close." He kissed your clit again as his pace got faster enough to send lightning bolts to your head. Your eyes rolled back and sight got white with every thrust he burried his fingers to your wet hole. Your breaths got faster as your high washed over you. Your juice pooled between your legs,

"Pedro, I love you. I need you."

He got up to his feet, leaned over you. Pressed open mouthed kisses as his tongue met yours. Your taste on his mouth felt euphoric as the kiss got deeper.

He palmed himself and stroked few times to spread the precum on his lenght.

"I'll be slow baby." He rubbed his tip to your clit to collect some juices on it. When his tip got in he left a low groan hang in the air. He pushed himself more to your cunt.

"You alright, baby?" You nodded and hang onto his arms that was placed on each side of your head. He burried his head to your neck pecking and bruising the skin. He started pumping into you in a slow pace.

"You're so goos for me, baby. Always making me feel so good." Your walls squeezed his cock with praising coming out of his lips.

His hips pistoned into you. Wet sounds filling the big room as his moans got louder. He kissed every inch of your face.

“I love your big belly. It lets everyone know you’re mine. Filled with a piece of me. Lets everyone know that you’ll be connected to me till the last day. I’ll love you till my old heart stops.  There’s nobody else for me but you. Like your body is made for me.”

His mumbles against your ear gave you goosebumps. He was drunken in your scent and your sight. His thrusts got deeper and reached delicious spots inside your soaked cunt.

You new every word just came out of his plushed lips was true. He was speaking with his heart not his mind at that moment. Tears filled your eyes knowing how much he loved you, and you were sure he was gonna love the baby as much.

“It’s made for you, Pedrito. I’m made for you. Just you.” You cupped his cheeks as his moves got messy. He locked his eyes with yours. Your lips meet in hunger. He never broke the kiss as your highs grew together. He never slowed his pace.

His lips twitched over yours.

"Cumming, babygirl." He talked on your lips.

"Me too, baby." His teeth caught your bottom lip as his white thick cum painted your walls. As you cummed at the same time as him. Your walls clenched on his cock, milking him to the last drop.

"I love you, cariño. I love you and our baby." He fell beside you while he's still inside you.

"I love you too, Pedrito. To the eternity and back."

[xxhypersomnia]

REQUEST: Lakers Shirt Pedro 🐥 FULL LOCKSCREEN AVAILABLE IN STORIES & TUMBLR! 💛

[popcornforone]

The Casual Campaign

A Ted Garcia (from future film Eddington) Fic

Day 10 of Pedrotober (Prompt Candid / Favourite Tshirt)

Masterlist

Am I the first person to write a Ted Garcia Fic? I have no idea & he’s probably not gonna be the best guy is he or be the kind of guy to wear a T-shirt, but I think that’s what makes this fun.

Synopsis:- Ted can’t find anything to wear on th day he wants to treat your to a shopping trip.

Word Count:-600

Warnings over & above:- oral sex (both), swearing, Ted is a bit sleezy,dirty talk.

Thanks for the prompts @norththelemon & @alyssamariag & thank you all for liking these & reading them. It’s making me smile that you are enjoying these.

He’s not on the campaign trail this weekend, which is nice. Just some time for you & him to catch up without the rest of the world seeing. He tends to usually just stay home when he’s not campaigning, but today he wants to do what you want. Hold your hand at the end of the summer, as the world passes by while you do a nice normal couple activity. You haven’t been shopping for clothes in a little while & he has agreed to come with you & buy you the prettiest dress in New Mexico.

There’s one problem though. Ted is always campaigning. He wears shirts ties & jackets. Very rarely does he now not wear anything but that. Even if he’s being casual it’s still a shirt. So him going through his wardrobe to find an appropriate tshirt to wear on this blistering summers day is actually hard for him.

“You must have 1 Ted”

“Honestly I’m struggling” he says rummaging around his closest before producing a few hangers “aha found them” you can almost see the dust come off some of them. You take a quick glance & are shocked. The face you pull isn’t encouraging.

“What?”

“Ted, you know I love you but half of these you can’t be seen in for so many reasons.

“Why not?” He pouts & holds up the first 2.

“Yes they are classic lakers T-shirts & the purple is lush but anyone who hates the lakers will vote for the other guy”

“Good point” he holds the next one up.

“Coca Cola made 300 people redundant up the road back in March” he sighs & hold the next one “that Fleetwood mac one Is older than me”

“But it’s vintage” he protests.

“Babe just look at the holes in it” he then accidentally as he looks for them puts his finger through one making it bigger.

“It’s got to be this grey one Ted, this is now a shopping trip for you, not me” you chuckle & he then takes off his robe from the bathroom, his glorious naked body making you lick your lips. Ted likes to go commando usually but you throw boxers at him.

“Hey” he says looking confused. “you know I like to hang lose”

“I know” you shimmy across the bed & watch him go to get rid of them. “But if we’re going shopping who knows what skin conditions other guys have from clothes they’ve tried on, that could get on your dick”

“Hmmm say that again” he moans, & guides your hands to his length.

“I need that long, hard, girthy cock in prestige condition” & you lick across the tip & his erection grows.

“Oooh baby, watch that mouth of yours”

“No Ted” you spit on his shaft. “You watch it” you take him into your hollowed cheeks, & Ted stands there thrusting into you, face fucking you for the next 10minutes, until you taste the seed of the seedy politician that you love. It’s like his reward. You splutter as you try to gulp it down & then look up at him, a few drops escaping your lips.

“Hmmm that kept you quiet”

“I know, now how about you have some quiet time”

“Only if you are loud enough to get complaints from our neighbours.”Ted says as he watches you open your legs for him & he takes off your knickers so you are just in your bra. He licks his lips. “Hmmm I don’t think we’re gonna go shopping today”

[pascalxjoel]

pedro wearing his purple lakers shirt is so special to me

[pedrotonin]

LOST IN THOUGHT - PART 3

Or: Thanks to Joel Miller.

[part 1] [part 2]

Summary: you tugged his hair again and then messed everything up. You think.

Paring: Pedro Pascal x Female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mild sexual tension.

A/N: and that's a wrap. Sorry no smut, but writing a RPF...it just made me uncomfortable. I guess I'll just have to start writing a character based one soon 😉 oh and look at this gif. Rawr.

10 minutes pass. 20 minutes pass. Still no sign of Pedro.

After 30 minutes you start wondering if he'll come back at all. Maybe he told his stylist what had happened. Heat creeps up your face, maybe it's for the best. It seems you're not in control of yourself when he's around.

Suddenly you hear him clear his throat to get your attention. You slowly turn towards him.

He stands in the doorway, not meeting your eyes, wearing a new white button up and the sweater from before. One hand on the back of his neck, the other in his pocket.

"Look, I'm sorry," you begin, "I'll just pack my things and-"

He cuts you off.

"Don't."

He looks at you now. No smile this time, his expression serious.

"I would like for you to stay," he takes a deep breath. "Please."

You nod, can not find the right words. Taking a step to your right you make room for him to sit down.

He hesitates for just a second, but then he takes off his glasses and takes a seat.

Nothing happened after that. You styled his hair without any tugging -or accidents- and he had to leave right after you finished.

A few weeks go by. You allow yourself a peek on Pedro Pascal fanaccount. Watch 'The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent' again for the umpteenth time. You even allow yourself to read a real smutty Joel Miller fanfiction.

At night your thoughts drift to Pedro. You have dreams of pulling his curls, hard.

The next day, you finally get a call. A last-minute request, so you're currently on your way to meet them at some fancy hotel.

After parking your car and swinging your backpack over your shoulders, you walk into the hotel lobby and spot Pedro talking animatedly to one of the receptionists. Raising his hand in a way of greeting when he sees you.

He's wearing his purple Lakers shirt and it makes you smile. Slowly making your way over, you see he allowes the receptionist to take a selfie with him before he turns towards you.

"Hi, so glad you could make it on such short notice."

He gently puts his hand on your lower back and guides you to the nearby elevator, pushing a button. He tells you he just finished an interview and they requested a photoshoot.

He gestures you into a room and you begin to unpack your bag while Pedro changes into a deep red polo shirt. He sits down and tells you what he wants this time. Slicked back. You reach for a comb but he stops you, placing his hand on top of yours.

"Listen. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of creep. I just seem to particularly enjoy it when you...touch my hair. I hope it's not a problem."

He removes his hand.

Did he just sort of confess to you he liked it when you pulled his hair? A strange warmth spreads through your body. He looks at you, waiting for an answer.

"It's not," you reassure him.

He smiles and it emboldens you.

"Next time, I'll tug a little harder."

His beautiful rich laugh fills to room.

"Please do".

-----

Months have past and the two of you are sitting on his couch. He sneaks his arm around you and moves his face to your neck, breathing you in.

"Look at us. I am so glad you could not control yourself around me... and my hair," he whispers.

You elbow him in the side, making him laugh. Straddling him, you pull his hair, yanking his head back. He moans as his arms wrap around your back.

Silently, you thank yourself for your lack of self-control as well.

And for Joel Miller fanfiction.

[luckylulu82]

great to his fans!

Pedro leaving NY yesterday but having time to stop for fans.

Return of the purple Lakers shirt!

[bugattieb111]

votre eminance charles 3

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[papapascal]

Bad Day (Pedro Pascal)

Today is awful. Dreadful, even. Car is in the shop. Bombed an important job interview. Spilled coffee down the front of me, but at least on the bright side it was after the job interview, not before. The white blouse I'm wearing would say otherwise.

I drag myself down the sidewalk, ready to give up. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed to begin with. I thought today would be a perfect day because the sun is out, it's warm, and although I didn't have a car, it was good enough to weather to walk to my interview. None of it went as planned. Even the sun was giving up on me when it hid behind a dark, storm cloud. The world around me dimmed until it was grim and dreary. What's the worst thing that could happen to me? The sky open up?

A downpour of rain cascaded down and drenched me like a bucket of water was poured over the top of my head. All I could do was stand there on the sidewalk while the water soaked through my clothes and filled my heels. There's literally nothing worse that could happen right now.

A car passing by ran through a puddle and a fan of water sloshed me. It would have been more exciting if I was at a water park...

I continued to just stand there, pitifully, looking much like a drowned rat. If only there was a piece of wood around me that I could knock on.

Another car was approaching. I tense up and squeeze my eyes shut, waiting to be drenched again. I hear the car but it doesn't pass. I peak one eye open to see that the car has pulled up to the curb. It's a sporty, sleek black Audi. The tinted window rolls down to reveal a man wearing a pair of sunglasses that covered his eyes. He looks familiar. Short wispy hair covered his head, a band of patchy facial hair covering his chin and a groomed mustache above his upper lip. Older man, probably somewhere in his forties.

"Bad day?" He calls out from the drivers seat.

I hold my arms out to the side. "You can tell?"

He gives out a chuckle. "You look pitiful."

I stand there just taking the hits. Any other time I'd take offense to that kind of comment, but today it's true, and very difficult to deny.

"I'd like to offer you a ride if that's comfortable with you," he says.

The rain continues to pour down on me. At this point my clothes are completely soaked.

I reach down to the hem of my blouse and twist it up tight until water is forced out of the fibers and splattering onto the concrete to join the rain. "I'm drenched. I wouldn't want to ruin your leather seats."

He shakes his head. "I could care less."

I sigh and step off of the sidewalk and grip the door handle. A wave of warmth exited the car and enveloped me. I carefully sit down in the seat, steadily pull the heels off my feet and dump the water out of them before putting them back on and shutting the door.

The man carefully reaches across and aims the vents towards me. I know my manners but for some reason my throat closes up and I couldn't get a word out to even say 'thanks'. It was such a sweet gesture that I guess it took me aback.

Out of my peripheral I see him slide his sunglasses off and slip them into an above compartment specifically for glasses. "You let me know if you need me to turn the heat up," he says.

I wanted to see him without his sunglasses, so I took this as a good opportunity to turn my head towards him. Nearly at the same time he turns his head too, revealing a pair of chocolate brown eyes. They look kind and warm. I suddenly feel safe. A man with those kind of eyes couldn't harm a fly.

"You look awfully cold." He pulls his black sweatshirt off to reveal a purple Lakers t-shirt underneath and then hands me the sweatshirt. "You can put it on or lay it on your lap like a blanket, whatever-whatever you want, really." His slight stutter led me to assume he was feeling nervous, especially when he shifts in his seat after.

"Thank you." I look down to see that my white blouse practically looks transparent, showing the outlines of my white bra. Either I genuinely look cold or he offered me to put his sweatshirt on because my bra is obviously showing. I pull his sweatshirt over my head and my arms through the sleeves. His body heat that lingered in the fibers transfers to my body. I shivered, my body attempting to warm itself, and I could feel tiny bumps rise to the surface of my skin.

"You wanna give me directions to your house?" He asks.

"You can just type it into your GPS," I say.

"Oh." He clicks on the touchpad screen and chooses the 'GPS' icon. "I didn't think you'd be comfortable with me logging it in here. But I promise to delete it when I drop you off."

I couldn't help but blush and grin at his sincerity but also the adorableness. He's so empathetic. I haven't met too many men that are.

I tell him my address and he types it into the GPS, but not before slipping on a pair of prescription glasses. I notice how they make him appear more sophisticated. Well, to an extent, because he's wearing a basketball t-shirt.

"Warming up?" He asks, shifting the car into drive. He does his head checks before pulling away from the curb.

I pull his sleeves over my hands and bunch the ends in my palms. "I'm getting there." There's a moment of silence besides the engine running and the rain pounding against the car. "I'm really sorry for maybe ruining your seats."

"Don't worry about it," he says and flashes me a warm smile. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"I like your name. Y/N."

We stop at a light. Traffic flowed as good as LA traffic flows.

"I'm Pedro." He turns his head to face me and I copy the motion. His cute little smile and his glasses made him look dorky, but in a good way. I couldn't help how the corners of my lips turned up.

Something about him appeared...celebrity-like. He looks like somebody's dad, but a famous dad, but also not a dad at all.

"Pedro." The words roll off my tongue and something in my brain lights up.

Pedro.

The light changes and now Pedro was focusing on the road rather than looking at me.

Traffic was slowly moving as drivers carefully maneuvered through the heavy rain. I observe my surroundings to figure out exactly where we are. My eyes scan the amount of traffic on both sides of the road but my eyes catch sight of something.

A billboard.

'The Last Of Us' spelled out in large, white block lettering. A young female character stood slightly turned to show a side profile of her face and an older male character, around Pedro's age, matched the position but stood opposite of her.

I look over at Pedro. He's still paying attention to the vehicles in front of him. I can't help but notice how his side profile matches exactly to the side profile of the male character on the Billboard.

There's no way a celebrity would pick anyone up off of the side of the road, right?

Pedro began to say something as the light changed and we were proceeding ahead, but when he did his phone started to go off in the console. I also notice a bottle of green juice sitting in the cup holder.

A name pops up on the screen of the car.

'Coco'.

He clicks the green bubble. "Hey, girly!"

"Hey, Pedro, I'm just calling to make sure you know to be here by 5, right? I've got some new products for your skin so the camera flashes don't pick up on too much glow, you know what I mean?" A woman's voice came over the speaker.

"Yeah, yeah! I gotcha! I'm just doing a quick run and I'll be there. This rain is terrible."

"That's what Nicole was telling me! I talked to her earlier. Said traffic is pretty gnarly too."

"It's moving for me. I'm surprised she's not there yet."

I sit awkwardly in the passenger, wondering what they're talking about. Clearly he's getting pictures taken and this woman on the other line is probably his stylist from the sounds of it.

"She's actually close now. But be sure you're back in time because the event starts at 7, and really 2 hours isn't much time for hair, skin, and dressing," Coco says.

"Gotcha! I'll let you know when I'm close," Pedro says.

"Great! I'll see you soon."

The phone call ends and the screen blinks to a Home Screen to show a line of most used apps, one of them being messages. Over 300 messages.

"I guess she knew better than to text you," I blurt out but immediately cover my mouth. "Okay, I didn't mean it to sound like that."

Pedro lets out a laugh. "Why do you say that?"

"I just see how many messages you have," I say.

He looks down at the screen and continues to laugh. It's more like a cackle. "Listen, I see the texts, I just call them. I don't really like texting. I'm old and I can't see the letters. I also have big thumbs." He takes one hand off of the wheel and shows off his thumb. He does have large thumbs.

I laugh with him. It would be hard not to because his is so contagious.

I have the urge to ask him if he's a celebrity but decide against it. He would probably pull off and drop me off in the rain. Maybe not. He seems too kind and soft.

Instead I ask him how his day is, and from there he goes on to tell me and eventually asks about mine. It turns into a deep conversation. Today was terrible and I hate everything right now. He validates that. Even though he was driving I still felt like the main focus. He remained attentive and invested. He's a good listener.

"Not all days are good days, but not all days are bad days. As plain as that sounds it's always resonated with me," he says, turning onto a familiar street. My apartment is only two miles down this street. Too bad our connection was going to come to an end soon.

"It means a lot, actually. This is just one bad day and plenty of good days ahead," I piggyback.

Pedro turns into the parking lot and stops at the entrance of the apartment complex. He sits back in his seat, lets his hands drop away from the steering wheel to rest on his thighs. He smiles at me. A very light-hearted smile too. "You are absolutely correct."

His doe eyes make me blush. He likes eye contact, but it makes me nervous, so I turn my head away to look out of the window at the apartment building. I give out a sigh and let my shoulders slouch.

"Well, I guess I should get inside and peel these sopping wet clothes off and get dressed in something comfy," I say.

I go to pull his sweatshirt off to give back but he stops me.

"You can keep it and return it later. It can give me an excuse to see you again," he says.

My brain fuzzes. "Oh, okay." Complete sentences are impossible in this moment.

"If that's okay. If you don't want to see me again then you can just throw the sweatshirt out. Or you can keep it. I don't know if you'd want to keep a strange man's shirt but—"

"Pedro," I giggle out.

He purses his lips shut and his cheeks bloom pink. Embarrassment. It's the first I've seen it on him since I got in the car. He clears his throat. "I talk too much."

"I need your number to let you know when to get your sweatshirt back."

He stares for a minute. "Right!" He grabs his phone out of the console and hands it to me. He didn't even unlock it for me.

I click the phone on to find that it doesn't need a passcode to get in. "Pedro, you need a password on this thing!"

"Passwords are for chumps!" He rolls his eyes.

I snort. "Passwords are for smart people."

"Exactly," he responds and it makes me laugh because he's so goofy.

I type in my number and send a text to my phone so I have his. I hand him back his phone. "I'll have mercy on your old eyes and give you a call when you can come by to get your shirt back."

"Ugh, please and thank you! You're the only one that gets it," he says and chuckles.

I open the car door and step out. It's only drizzling now.

"Thank you for driving me home, and just being a really kind person. It means a lot to me," I say.

He waves me off. "Get inside and get dry clothes on before you get sick!"

I shut the door but continue to stand there, so he rolls the window down.

"I'm not leaving until you're safe inside," he says, quirking an eyebrow at me.

And with that I spin around on my heel and walk inside.

[readingiskeepingmegoing]

Hey!

🎉 for the Pedro Party.

FMK: Pedro's t-shirts. Go!

Love, El

Hello, my sweet,

Are you enjoying the party?

Oh, my stars, this was not easy. So many gorgeous shirts and I can only choose 3.

The legendary yellow Lakers shirt is most definitely fuck-worthy. I don't normally like yellow, but this shirt on that man? Game over!

The Purple Rain shirt is marriage material all day long. I have the same shirt so we can match on the day.

He's getting all the kisses in the iconic Fleetwood Mac shirt. I can only imagine how soft it is.

[pancakeke]

I watched Tremors (1990) the other day and when the annoying teen character was first introduced he was wearing a blank lakers jersey with a couple inches of the bottom cut off. what the hell was that about. it had the NBA logo embroidered on it but no lakers logo or number or anything.

later the same kid was wearing a purple and teal long sleeve shirt and I swear to god it's a blank hornets shirt but I can't prove it. also it appears that the cuffs and hem of the shirt were cut off (evidenced by how you can see the knit material curling outward). why was this kid's wardrobe chopped up?