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Among the stars

You couldn't be happier when you get the role of your life, but you soon realize that this industry is not always sweet and easy. Luckily Pedro, your soon-to-be-husband is there for you, protecting you at all cost. Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader Warnings: established relationship, hurt/comfort, mentions of a minor injury in the beginning, angst, paparazzis are a**holes, protective Pedro activated, soft reassurences, engagement announcement, happy ending, no proofreading Word count: 2.8k A/N: Thank you for the request @kellyxo1, and I'm sorry it took so long!

It has been four years since you accidentally bumped into Pedro on the street, four years since you started calling him your boyfriend.

You were too focused on your phone, the time squeezing you as you tried to make your way in time to the theatre as the director asked. You were as careful as you could be, dodging people who came into your vision, but you looked away just once, and the thing that stopped you was solid, almost like a brick wall.

The ground suddenly disappeared from under you, and when you tried to brace yourself with your arm for the impact, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your wrist.  You fell to the ground with a force that knocked the breath out of your lungs. Your phone fell next to you on the ground, but that was your last concern as you held onto your injured wrist with a pained expression.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry.”

You heard the gravelly voice above you, and that was the first time you really saw who you just knocked into. He had a worried expression on his face, his arm held out so he could pull you back on your feet.

“No, it isn’t your fault. I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings,” you murmured as you bent down to retrieve your phone from the pavement. You took a chance at circling your wrist around in an attempt, but the pain only increased, making you curse out under your breath. “Shit.”

“Hey, easy, let me see.”

He gently took hold of your hand, his fingers carefully going up to your wrist. You hissed out when he pressed down with a bit more force, and he quickly pulled away his hand, not wanting to cause any more pain.

“I don’t think it’s broken, but I’m not a doctor. Although, I insist on taking you to the closest clinic,” he said with an apologetic smile, but you shook your head in protest right after he told his idea to you. You realized how close you were standing to him, and you took a step back, not wanting to invade his space.

“No, no. I can’t do that,” you blurted out as you dropped your phone into your bag before glancing back at him. “I had to be at the theatre at three. I’m already late.”

“I insist.”

He looked at you with those big brown eyes, and you could swear he looked like a puppy in that moment. You let out a sigh and fished your phone out again, sending a quick text to the director about the situation. You knew he wouldn’t be happy, but you also knew that if you wouldn’t go and see a doctor then your injury could get worse.

“So, my car’s not far away. There, the black one,” he pointed to a spot behind you, and you turned around to see which one he was talking about. Your eyes immediately fell over the car that was parked between two white ones. It wasn’t flashy or anything, it suited him perfectly. But before you followed him you couldn’t help but tease him a little.

“My mom said that I shouldn’t get in stranger’s car.”

He looked back at you, and he seemed like he only realized how this whole situation comes off for you.

“Jesus, I’m such an asshole. Knocking you over then trying to drive you to the clinic without even giving my name,” he said, and you hid the smile that creeped onto your face as he held out his hand towards you. “Pedro.”

Your gaze fell to his outstretched hand before you looked back up at his face. You accepted it, repeating his name before telling him yours, but when you wanted to shake his hand, the pain ran through not just your wrist, but your whole arm.

“Ah, this was a bad idea,” you moaned out in defeat paired with a dry chuckle.

“Alright, come on!”

It was absurd to think back to that day, and it still felt like it was yesterday.

And if someone would have said to your younger Marvel lover self that one day you would act in a movie about the Fantastic Four, you wouldn’t have believed it. But it came true.

The day the answer came from the team, and you saw that you were casted as the Silver surfer was the best day of your life. Well, just after that day when Pedro asked you to marry him and make him the happiest man alive. No other thing could top it off since then.

You auditioned in secret, not wanting Pedro to find out about any of your little plan. In the start it was harder, learning the script in the safety of your office while he always cut you off with his knock, asking about his favourite t-shirt that you just washed or about little things, like when would you finish in there.

It was also hard to lie to him about your whereabouts when you went to the audition. You just made up an excuse that you were going to visit a good friend of both of you, but then of course, he wanted to go with you. He always told you that he wanted to be as close to you as he could, given that he must spend so much time apart from you with filming and travelling all the time.

And when you received the email and told him, he just looked at you completely dumfounded. And then like he just got out of a trance, he swept you off your feet and spun you around the room, kissing you like you were his oxygen, and he couldn’t get enough of you.

But neither of you knew what a big backlash it would cause when the cast reveal was made.

Everything came all at once. The comments, the hate, the posts, the big headlines. It seemed like everybody just turned against you, like you were the villain in their story. You tried not to read them and avoid them in the best way possible, but one always popped up on either Pedro’s profile or yours. You agreed on not responding to any of them, not wanting to have any more conflict.

And when you tried to ignore them, it always came back to your mind, trying to pull you down, trying to tell you that you really weren’t enough for this role. But you had Pedro in these moments. He always sat by your side on the couch, made you tea and watched the cheesiest movies with you while you were curled against his side.

He was your safe place. Your home.

But it only got worse with time.

The photos and videos of Pedro holding Vanessa too close and being touchy spread around the internet within days. You didn’t pay any attention to it. You knew Pedro, knew how affectionate he was with everyone around him, trying to connect with the people as much as possible to understand them better. But it still stung sometimes.

When the pictures and gossip came up under every newest picture you posted of the two of you together on set or out on a quiet night, laying under the night sky in the grass while watching the stars that shone above you, Pedro was the first one to text you in his free time or on a day off, making sure that you were alright, that the rumours aren’t affecting you in a bad way.

In the finish line of the press tour Ebon brought up the idea of going to a restaurant and just relax for a while after almost a year of constant filming, getting in shape, eating healthy and all the other things that all of you had to give up on to be able to play the characters.

And everything was going well. Until it wasn’t.

Pedro just picked up the bill to pay while the others continued their chatter. You turned your head to look out the window and you smile immediately fell from your lips as you saw all the fans and paparazzies, their camera and phones blowing up even like this, when all of you were in the safety and calm of the little restaurant.

“Jesus,” you whispered under your breath so no one would hear it at the table, but Pedro turned his head toward you, then followed the path your gaze was fixated on, and he let out a frustrated sigh too, seeing all the people waiting outside the door.

You were too distracted, the scenarios of what could possibly happen when you step out on the street running around in circles in your head. You didn’t even see or hear when Pedro’s body turned back towards you, and he called out your name. What broke your train of thoughts was his hand on your thigh—soft, grounding, squeezing down slightly to get your attention.

“Hey, you alright?”

“I think so.”

Your voice was weak, like it didn’t belong to you. He took your hand in his, bringing it to place a kiss on the back of it while looking in your eyes.

“I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

His words somewhat soothed you, his hand enveloping yours perfectly as you stood up, bid goodbye to the others and started to make your way outside.

His grip on your hand tightened as he opened the door and stepped out in front of you, shielding you from the sudden burst of the cameras, the flashes practically blinding you as you still tried to get used to it. Everyone was shouting around you, but you only paid attention to him, following behind him as his bodyguard made way for both of you.

But the kind words directed to him soon turned into harsher words that were thrown in your and Pedro’s direction.

“Hey, you’re just here because he’s your boyfriend!”

“Why didn’t they cast someone better for the role?”

“Gold digger!”

“Hey, Pedro! How’s Vanessa, man?”

You couldn’t see his face, but you saw how his muscles flexed under the material of his shirt and how he stood straighter. He tried not to lash out, not to cause a scene in front of so many cameras, but it was getting harder and harder with every evil word spat in your direction. But one particular one—"Don’t get too comfy. Hollywood guys trade in for newer models.”—made him stop in his tracks and he turned around harshly.

“Don’t you dare talk about her this way,” his voice was calm, but you could see the flash of anger in his eyes, how he pressed his lips into a thin line. “She worked her ass off just as much as I did. She earned everything she’s done, and she doesn’t owe you or me an explanation. If you really respect me, then you would treat her with respect too, not insult her every chance you get.”

The crowd was stunned by his sudden demeanour, the shouting and flashing stopped, and it felt like the air was frozen too. But he only nodded tightly at the people, threw his arm around your waist and continued that few feet long walk to the hotel where you were staying.

His bodyguard opened held the door open before you, and he blocked the way, making sure that no one stepped inside after the two of you.

You were holding on to Pedro’s hand for dear life, not daring to let go even for a few seconds. You didn’t even realize when you stopped walking, your breathing still heavy and ragged, your eyes remaining glued to the double-door where you just walked in. Your ears were ringing, your mind replaying all the insults that they threw your way. The doubts and the what if’s following every single line.

“Hey, hey, look at me. You’re alright. I’m here,” he said as he turned back towards you after he made sure that no fan or paparazzi was following you down the hall. He pulled you tightly into his chest, your head falling on the soft muscle. For a moment you didn’t move, too caught up in your own emotions, but slowly your arms came around his middle, your hands grasping onto the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

You didn’t even remember when your tears started falling, you only felt the warm drops travelling down your cheeks, soaking the front of his shirt. When Pedro felt your shoulders softly shake under his touch and heard your quit sobs, he didn’t say anything. He just pulled you closer, whispering soft reassurances into your ear.

“Come on, let’s go up to the room!”

He sent a nod in the direction of his bodyguard, and he started to guide you to the elevators. Minutes later you were already up in the hotel room, sitting on the bed while Pedro was behind you, his arms resting on your middle as he pulled you back against his chest, his breaths coming down on the exposed skin of your shoulder.

“They aren’t worth your attention, okay? You worked for everything, and you deserve even more than that. You got this role because you’re brilliant, and everybody else who says otherwise can go to hell. I’m proud of you, so proud. Don’t you forget that.”

You leaned back even more, your body practically melting back into his much bigger form.

“I love you for who you are. No one else. You’re the love of my life, and after the chaos of filming and the press tour will fade and we’ll have more time, we’re going to plan the wedding of our dreams. I can promise that. But don’t let them discourage you. They just want to drag you down.”

He sealed his words with a soft kiss on your shoulder and the side of your neck. You turned your head to the side, your lips pressing against his in a tender way. It wasn’t heated or desperate. It was a quiet reassurance that everything’s going to be alright. That you’re going to be alright.

“I love you, too.”

—-—

The cameras started flashing, and the shouting began the moment Pedro stepped out of the car after he gave a last squeeze of your hand. You remained in the car for a moment longer, taking a deep breath before you reached for the handle of the door. It suddenly opened before you, and Pedro held out his hand which you gladly took with a smile on your face.

He pulled you into his side, his hand resting on your waist. His voice was low as he leaned down to whisper in your ear with still a smile on his face for the cameras.

“Whenever you feel overwhelmed or just uncomfortable, squeeze my hand, alright? I’m here for you.”

“And it’s the same for you.”

He gave you a quick peck on your lips before you started to walk down the carpet, occasionally stopping for the photographers. But no matter how much time passed from the beginning of the event, he never wandered too far from you, his hand always remaining nestled in yours.

You were in the middle of an interview, standing close to each other, the woman in front of you looking between you curiously, listening to Pedro’s answer as he started rambling about how incredible it was to work with you.

“She was just incredible, brilliant, really,” he chuckled as he glanced in your way, his smile only growing at the sight of your sparkly eyes. “I’ve known for years how talented she was, but seeing her work on this role up close was just really amazing. And I’ve got to say, she knows more Marvel lore than any of us here. She could teach us a thing or two.”

“And I have to say, a lot of us noticed how supportive you are with her. Is there any other reason for it?”

“I mean…” he looked at you for a second, searching your eyes for any kind of confirmation, and when you nodded, he pulled up your hands, your finger intertwined with his, but the ring was clearly visible on your finger, the jewellery catching in the light of the reflectors and lamps that were put out. “She’s my fiancée. Of course I’m supportive.”

The woman’s mouth fell open in surprise, the fans that were standing close enough gasping at the sudden announcement, the flashing increasing, more phones being pulled out as everyone wanted to capture this moment.

“Oh my… Congratulations you two!”

You couldn’t speak, your eyes tearing up and the ball in your throat blocking the way of your words. You just melted when Pedro leaned down to kiss you. This time it wasn’t just a little peck on the lips. This time it was real, showing the world that you were in love, that no one could drag neither of you down. That you were there for each other.

Forever and always.

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This is how I feel after today's training. Why no one told me that the coach would make us run for three hours straight at basketball practice?

BUT, the fics are coming just this week is a chaos with everything that's going on right now.

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This is older Javier Peña after he went back to Laredo, and you can't tell me otherwise!

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Thank you for the mention! 💜

fic recs: 2024 - january - february - april/may - june

I know, I know, I'm late and I'm so sorry 🥺. life was quite busy this last month, but finally, here it is the July fic recs!!!!!

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Harry Castillo (One Shot)

no one else comes close - @pedroscurls

only want you - @tagged-by-trauma

Going to a party with Harry turns out to be quite different than you expected, but at home you make sure to show him just how much you really love him.

Joel Miller (One Shot)

needy - @littledes1re

You and Joel are fuck buddies…that‘s it lol

red dress - @suuuupernovaaa

a man disrespects you, and joel handles it

good men die too, so I'd rather be with you - @lowrisemiller

you're the last friendly checkpoint before the edge of the Boston QZ. a safehouse disguised as a run-down gas station turned supply pit-stop. you’re not a Firefly, not FEDRA, not quite neutral either. you're your own authority, and people respect that. smugglers pass through, barter, rest. joel is one of them. comes and goes like a storm—gruff, practical, unreadable. you assume he’s only here because it’s convenient. you try not to care. but every time he returns, it gets harder not to.

the secret of us - @lowrisemiller

couch rut - @whimsicalwritersstuff

A quiet night at home turns into something more intense when you in Joel's lap during a movie.

petty grievances - @followyourfleart 

You know your husband—five years of marriage has seared every one of Joel’s habits into your mind. The good, the bearable, and especially the parts you’ve learned to swallow down. So when he gets petty, you know how to manage it. But how much can Joel really handle when his wife is standing right there—and how much longer can he stand there when you look like that?

idle hands - @honeyandruin

You’re just trying to pass your final elective. He’s the instructor who doesn’t say much—but sees everything.

torque and tension - @honeyandruin

Your dad’s best friend is a mechanic. You’ve been finding excuses to bring your car in—he’s been finding excuses to keep you close. One late night in the garage, the tension snaps.

gainin' control - @millerillusions

Joel is always in command, both in and out of the bedroom, and you always surrender willingly to it. But just once, you want to see what it's like to gain that control over him instead.

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if you have any recommendations, please drop in the comments :) love u!

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Headcanons of Pedro missing reader when he's away filming 🙏🙏

Missing you

So, Pedro’s job takes him to every part of the world, but no matter how beautiful the scenery is or the location he always feels alone without you by his side. When there is a break between takes while everyone is chatting with each other, he’s usually pulling out his phone to check the time difference between you so he wouldn’t disturb you in your sleep if he wanted to call.

He also has a habit of taking very random pictures. Not about how it is working with his co-stars or behind the scenes in his costume, but smaller things like a heart shape in the foam of his coffee, funny street signs that he had seen walking down the road or even a stray cat that walked up to him when he was getting back to his trailer in the evening. All of it blurry because he’s rushing to call you in his free time.

When the end of the day comes and he’s back in his trailer, he’ll call you. Sometimes the conversations are long between you, talking about everything you missed while being apart, sometimes they consist of only a murmured I love you as both of you drift off. While you’re talking, he would keep you on speaker so he could hear your phone while he gets out of his costume and gets ready for bed.

When the distance is too unbearable then he would take one piece of your clothing with him—usually one of your shirts—which he could hug close to him while he goes to sleep, the smell of you calming him. It makes him feel like you’re right there beside him in the bed.

He also keeps a folded photo of the two of you in his wallet. It’s worn at the edges now, the lines where he folded and unfolded it a hundred times visible, and even though he has hundreds of photos of the two of you in his gallery, he prefers this physical one which he can hold onto after a particularly stressful day.

Sometimes his castmates would tease him because when he’s writing you, he gets this boyish grin on his face paired with dreamy eyes.

When he gets some free time, he prefers to write a to-do list on his phone where he writes down what he wants to do together with you when he geta back home. Dinner at your favourite restaurant, doing a movie night with a lot of snacks, planning that weekend trip you’ve both been talking about for years now, but he’s been too busy with his projects. It’s some sort of countdown for him.

And the moment he finally gets home he just drops his bag beside the door, and pulls you in a tight hug, lifting you off of your feet and spinning you in the air while his face is buried in the crook of your neck.

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The editing is really bad, but the important thing is there... And the fact that I've always loved the cello as an instrument makes it even better...

I mean.... Yeah...

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Okay, now I can't stop thinking about Pedro, his thighs spread around a fucking cello, his curls falling over his forehead as he leans forward and plays in concentration....

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I'm putting aside What's Left in Life for an unspecified time. I'm trying to focus on the one-shots at the moment, and I also feel like that there aren't a lot of people interested in the story. I hope that I could get back to writing more chapters to it in the near future, but I can't promise anything. // I'm obsessed with What's Left In Life

Aww... I'm glad you like it. 💜 I just feel like I still have to learn a lot about writing and practising it. And I'm also kind of slightly disconnected from the story, if that makes any sense.

So, I'll use this time to learn, to practise new things in the other fics and I'll just hope that I can get back to it with new things I've learnt.

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I'm putting aside What's Left in Life for an unspecified time. I'm trying to focus on the one-shots at the moment, and I also feel like that there aren't a lot of people interested in the story. I hope that I could get back to writing more chapters to it in the near future, but I can't promise anything.

So, right now I'm just writing this new multi-chapter story, the requests that are in my inbox for fics and the headcanons.

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Okay, correct me if I'm wrong, but that seems too big to me to be a guitar case. For me it seemed like a cello or something like that for the first time.

I may be wrong because I'm not a big instrument specialist (I only played the flute when I was younger), so don't come for my head, please 😅 But to me it really seems more like a stringed instrument.

By the way, I love his curls in these new pictures.

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The fifth member part 1

The moment you found out you were pregnant, you felt like the ground collapsed under you feet. But Pedro made everything feel like it was safe again, and you had nothing to worry about. Pairing: Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader Warnings: established relationship, fluff, angst, Pedro being the perfect husband and father, facing challanges together, tears, crying, doubts, happiness, no proofreading Word count: 1.7k

You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, the early morning light coming through the window, bathing the room in different shades of yellow and orange. Your legs were going up and down, the nerves working their way up in your body. You could feel the fast beat of your chest, the sound of it deafening in your ear, a strong opposite of the quiet bathroom. Your trembling fingers were tightly wrapped around the little stick, hiding the results from your eyes.

You were too afraid to look at it, too familiar of the situation you’re in right now. Pedro was away filming the last bits of Fantastic Four, the constant travelling, the press tours, interviews, red carpets, it wasn’t the perfect timing for a baby. You were also moving from hotel room to hotel room, the stress not just weighing on Pedro, but on you too.

You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath before glancing down at the pregnancy test you were holding onto. Your thumb moved away slowly from the little display on the stick, and your heart fell to your stomach when you saw two lines. One almost invisible, but it was there, clear as day.

This definitely wasn’t the perfect way to start your morning.

You did one more test just to make sure that it was real and not some kind of dream that you would wake up from, but the lines were still there even more visible than on the first stick. There was no denying that you were pregnant.

You tried to think about ways how to tell Pedro. You couldn’t just blurt out that you were expecting his baby and you are so nervous about your future like you’ve never been. But you also didn’t want to keep it from him. You had to tell him now, you just didn’t know how yet. Maybe you could just sit down with him and talk everything through.

It didn’t really hit you as a surprise given that in the last few weeks both of you forgot protection on a few occasions, but it was still a baby you would talk about with him. A new life that was growing inside of you, someone who would change his whole career and your whole future together.

You were sitting at the table that was pushed against the wall. Your hands were clasped tightly in front of you on the tabletop, your legs going up and down nervously. The pregnancy tests were resting next to your hands in a perfect line, and your eyes were going back and forth between the clock and the door of the suite.

Your head snapped in the direction of the door when you heard the beep of it followed by his heavy footsteps. You carefully shielded the tests, not wanting him to see them yet, and watched as he threw his bag on the ground and kicked off his shoes, still not aware that you were sitting there.

The shaking of your legs increased as he turned around and finally saw you just being there with a nervous expression on your face. His brows furrowed in confusion as he walked more inside the room.

“Hey, everything’s alright?”

When he reached the table, he sat down opposite you. You took a deep breath before you started speaking.

“I don’t know, Pedro,” your voice sounded shaky, and you tried to ground yourself, trying not to cry yet. “I… We have to speak about something.”

His face changed immediately, worry stepping in the place of confusion as he heard your voice and the way you were nervously playing with your fingers. But he still didn’t see the tests hidden behind your hands, and you were grateful for that.

“What’s happening? Did I do something? I don’t understand, darling. Talk to me, please!” his voice was pleading, not understanding this whole situation. You just shook your head in hope to calm him a bit down.

“No, no… Well, you did, but… It’s not a bad thing, at least it shouldn’t be,” you stopped for a second while you gathered the thoughts in your head. “Can you maybe open your hands, palms up?”

He looked at you suspiciously before he complied. His eyes were fixed on you as you moved your hands aside, picking up the two pregnancy tests and placing it carefully in his open palms. His gaze fixed on the two little stick and the visible lines on them while he was taking a closer look before his glance jumped back to you.

“Are you…?”

“I’m pregnant,” you murmured, your voice now shaky with the restrained emotions, and that was the moment when everything broke. You let out a sob followed by your tears that were welling up in your eyes all along. “I know we didn’t plan this, and it was a complete surprise. I know it’s not perfect timing, but… I don’t even know what to do. Just say something please!”

You broke into tears and covered your face with your hands, too afraid to look at him and see all the emotions in his eyes. For minutes the room was filled with your sobs and nothing more.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you whispered between two breaths and that was the moment you heard his chair scraping against the wooden floor. His presence filled your senses as he stepped next to you, but that made you cry even more.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” his voice was low and calm, but you didn’t lift your head, just shook it. He carefully pulled out your chair, squatted down in front of you, and his hands replaced yours on your face, cupping your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the trail of tears. “Look at me, mi amor, please.”

You lifted your eyes from the ground and saw the happiness and the quiet surprise on his face.

“Come on!”

He stood up with a soft groan and without warning, he slowly lifted you in his arms, walking towards the bed. He placed you on the covers before he climbed in beside you, hugging you close from behind as his hand slipped under his shirt that was on you, and he rested it on your stomach.

“Hey, talk to me,” he whispered, and you placed your hand over his.

“I’m just afraid. Not just because of the pregnancy, but because you’re barely home, always travelling, so little time, a busy schedule. I just don’t want to do this alone.”

He listened in silence behind you as you told him your worries, his nose resting against the back of your neck. His thumb was moving in slow circles on your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body.

“You won’t do it alone. I’m here for you. And I’ll even build a nursery on set if I have to. You’ll come with me. We still have to film some scenes for Fantastic Four and then comes the press tour and the other movies, but I’ll make a deal with Marvel if I have to,” he murmured into your hair, and a single tear rolled down your cheek at his soothing tone. “I want to have you beside me. I want to have you both beside me.”

“I love you,” you whispered with a soft smile on your face, still afraid but calmer than before.

“I love you too, mi amor.”

And you believed him. Everything he said. Because when he promised something then he surely didn’t break it. And your priority was your baby, his baby. Nothing more, nothing less.

—-—

You were sitting on set with the others and Pedro. He was right next to you, his head resting on your shoulder, and from far he seemed like he was looking right at the ground, but in reality, his eyes were fixed on your stomach. You weren’t showing that much yet, but when you walked past a mirror, you could clearly see the slight bump that wasn’t there before.

Joe was scrolling away on his phone while Ebon and Vanessa were talking about the last reshoot they had to do. Your fingers were tangled in Pedro’s hair, combing through the dark strands. The calmness was broken when Pedro’s phone rang on the little coffee table, and he took it up, mumbling a quick ‘I’ll call you back’ before he placed the phone down again.

The others stopped talking and Vanessa looked at the phone in disbelief.

“Did I see it correctly?” she asked, and both you and Pedro looked at her with raised eyebrows and a silent question written on your faces. The same look was playing on Joe’s face, but Ebon was just smiling at the two of you. “Your phone case.”

“Wait, you have a new phone case on your phone, finally,” Joe said in a joyful tone, but Vanessa shut him off with a single look.

“No,” she turned back towards Pedro and you and smiled softly. “Is that a sonogram picture?”

You looked at the phone laying on the little table, and your eyes widened in surprise. Pedro insisted on taking you to the doctor to do a check up on you and the baby, and that was when he did an ultrasound and printed the pictures for the two of you. You looked at the image that was placed inside the clear phone case and then glanced back at Pedro who was pursing his lips, a sheepish smile playing in the corner of his mouth.

You gave him an encouraging nod, and he turned to the others, his arm resting on your shoulder while his other hand came up to your stomach.

“It’s possible, yeah.”

Vanessa jumped up from her seat, quickly enveloping you in a hug. You could see Joe’s surprised expression above her shoulder, but Ebon was already standing in front of Pedro, pulling him into an even tighter hug with a pat on his back.

“I’m so happy for you.”

“Wait, so it really wasn’t about the phone case?” Joe asked completely dumfounded, and a loud laugh broke out from all of you. In the end, he stood up too and hugged the both of you.

“So,” Ebon started, and all eyes turned towards him. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“We don’t know yet,” Pedro answered him, and you just leaned into his side, listening the soft beat of his heart.

“And now we could say that the baby’s the fifth member?”

You looked at Joe who was standing beside you with a raised eyebrow and a grin on his face.

“I guess we could say that, yeah.”

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The fifth member

Getting the surprise of your life when you found out you were pregnant was definitely not in you plans. But luckily you don't have to face the challanges alone. Of course, you have Pedro beside you through every step and the amazing cast of the Fantastic Four. Pairing: Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader Warnings: established relationship, fluff, angst, Pedro being the perfect husband and father, facing challanges together, tears, crying, happiness, no proofreading

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Okay, guess who went back to playing basketball after quitting two and a half months ago?

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Okay, look, I don't know what game is this or anything because I have an android phone. I only know that he plays it all the time. But 72.8 M sounds quite impressive no matter what. I mean, sir? How do you have so much time?

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I wish I could deal with my problems like he does. I swear I love this man more and more 💜 Come on, tell 'em, Pedro! 😅

Not him out here trolling people.