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fandomdaydreamer · 1 year

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The Lighthouse and The Ocean

Epilogue

Pairing: Pedro Pascal/OFC

Warnings: just fluff

Summary: Six years later

Notes: Also find this fic on Ao3 -here- or the series' Masterlist and Playlist -here-

Imagining 'In Dreams' by Sierra Ferrell for the "end credits" and their family pictures is a real treat.

Length: short and sweet 850 words

Six Years Later

It was like I could only really rest my eyes while looking at the sea. Scattered clouds, such heavenly bodies on a sunny day.

I relaxed my back against his torso and felt him radiate happiness. Comfort bloomed in my chest when Pedro softly planted a kiss on the back of my hand for no particular reason and held my gaze with a loving smile. Looking into these warm, coffee-brewed eyes, I realised nothing had changed. More greys in his hair and beard and lines upon his face perhaps, just like myself. He was still the man I fell in love with all these years ago and I loved him like it was the first day. I'd love him even more by tomorrow. What an uplifting and kind thought.

We didn't speak, for what could we say, my dearest one, other than let's do it all again by tomorrow?

Pedro's other hand, the one still adorning his bracelet, was currently resting on my heavy baby bump and I sighed, content with sinking back further into him as we sat among the sandy dunes of Montauk Beach. Bringing cheesecake and collecting sea glass had become a family tradition. I could almost picture us as phantoms of our past that skipped across the sand.

It had been six years since that summer day and so much had happened. Five since I started therapy and we moved in together, four since I released my second album and people began to film a documentary about me. Three since we had our shotgun wedding and our first child was born. Two since Pedro won an Oscar for his debut movie he wrote and directed. The world was proud of this angel.

Little Pedro from Santiago de Chile had dreamt of everything his hard work and kindness had brought him today. Little Nini from a small Dutch fisher town found more peace, love and freedom than she could have ever imagined. They had a family now and a home behind a gate with pink roses and friends visiting every day.

We'd been taking this last year off to focus on our family, healing from the losses and working through the changes life provided. Our second child was due in about three months. Oh, and how eager we were to meet them too. My hand joined his larger one, hoping our unborn baby felt our love.

We had everything we could have ever wished for. Children playing, parents waving.

Every time I watched our toddler play with my little sister, mops of blonde and dark hair whipping through the wind, I felt my heart warm at the thought of seeing our family grow. The children's far away cry of joy while running along the wet sand with the dog, the crashing of waves hitting the shore. The duo was picking up shells and stones off the sand, chasing one another with high laughter ringing through the wind.

On the far end of the beach stood a lighthouse in front of the ocean, I felt we were just as unlimited.

My husband pressed a kiss onto the top of my head and I felt a smile curling there when he felt the baby kicking beneath his broad palm. Pedro chuckled every time they did that, excited to meet the little miracle growing beneath my heart. He was a good father, to our babies as well as my little sister, whom he treated like his own ever since Fee came back into my life.

I simply knew I could bear anything with him in my heart. A smile played upon my lips and I closed my eyes into the ever-changing sunlight. Pedro softly breathed into the crook of my neck from behind, his chest rising as his lips rested there. It was okay to stop and breathe for a moment. I simply thought about all the people who loved Pedro into becoming the wonderful person he was today, knowing I owed them a world for it.

I wished nothing but light and love in his life, may everything good in this world come to Pedro. May he live happily ever after and continue helping so many people and improve so many lives just by being himself. I wished him sunny days and comfort when they'd grow cloudy. Sometimes and more than a thousand times I wished to be held by him forever.

I never grasped the feeling of a happy end until this very day, at a place right back where we started. At this moment, it made me feel like we had reached the final page of a book. Or the end credits of a movie, followed by the growing number of family pictures in our home. Our wedding, our family pictures next to a couple of trinkets. All of our beloved memories, from the decorated picture frame of our first date at Montauk Beach to our visit to Pedronie's communal gardens. These memories were captured in picture frames, one by one, a life lived.

The End

Thank you for reading.

Pedro and Nini will return for a second book, until then, loved having you here

- Lore

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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You have a little fight with Pedrito before you leave for the Oscars. His agent doesn’t think it’s a good idea that you go together as a couple since not many people even know that you guys are dating. So you go separately, but when Pedro sees you on the champagne carpet he can’t help himself. Secret is out 😉

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“This is dumb, I’m going to be late because of you and I had more things to do to get ready” Pedro’s make up artist brushed powder off his face and Pedro rolled his eyes.

“I’m so sorry we all can’t be perfect, honey. Five minutes and we’ll leave” Pedro replied and you huffed, sitting on the couch.

“Actually, Y/N, your ride is here” you and Pedro look at Nicole, his agent, confused. “We feel it’s best for you two to arrive separately so the attention isn’t all on your relationship that no one knows about. There’s already speculations. If you want to keep it secret, you arrive separately”

You laugh and stand up, grabbing your clutch. “Well, at least I won’t be late anymore” your heels clicked against the ground as you walked out of his hotel room, heading down to the lobby.

On the way to the Oscars, you couldn’t help but think about the fight you had with Pedro. It felt like you were suffocating by keeping this relationship a secret, it was a year next month.

You wanted to bring it up, you wanted to say something, but it wasn’t the time or place. You wanted to tell him you were ready to tell everyone you two were together, but was he?

You wondered if his agent didn’t want him arriving with you so the attention was only on Pedro and she wanted headlines of his name instead of yours next to it.

Little too late for that.

You step out of the car and hand your clutch over, heading onto the carpet with a bright fake smile. You did your best to hide your nervousness and your anxiety as Pedro wasn’t next to you like he normally would be.

Pedro arrived about 5 minutes after you and as soon as his shoe hit the carpet, his eyes spotted you. It was this neat trick he had. Any room, any size crowd, he could always find you.

His insides burned. His mouth became dry as he stared at you looking serious on the champagne carpet, he couldn’t stop his feet from rushing over to you.

As you made your way down further your heard loud screams and the chant of your boyfriend’s name. You tried to ignore him, posing for different cameras and keeping your body turned from Pedro.

“Princesa, look at me” your body instantly turned to Pedro and he smiled, holding your hips as your hands held his biceps, the cameras happily clicking away with money signs in their eyes.

“I didn’t get to tell you before you ran out, but you look absolutely stunning” his lips kiss down your jaw and neck as his arms get tighter around your waist, dipping you a bit.

You giggle as your leg kicks back, arm around his neck with the cameramen egging you two on.

Pedro stood back up and you look at him with a smile. “What happened to keeping us a secret?”

“Fuck that, I was gonna wait until we hit a year but you look so gorgeous tonight I wanted to make sure people knew you were mine” you smile and Pedro kisses you quickly, wrapping his arms around you.

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softpascalito · 5 months

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Worth crossing a blizzard for - Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: During shooting for The Last of Us, a snowstorm hits Canada, essentially forcing Pedro to take the day off. Turns out its not as bad as he thinks.

Relationships: Pedro Pascal x Reader WC: 1600 Tags/Warnings: MDNI, RPF, Real-Person-Fiction, Non-Explicit Sex, showering together, Gender-neutral Reader, Snow, blizzard, Crew Reader, The Last of Us Shooting, Canada, Kissing, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Pedro Pascal, Healthy Relationships, Secret Relationship Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: i haven't written pedro in sooo long, i miss him. needless to say, this is the lil version i created of him in my head and not necesarily an accurate representation of his actual personality <3 also, this is another lil entry for stephs winter writing challenge with the trope warmth, i highly recommend checking the entire list if youre interested :) (@toomanystoriessolittletime)

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It starts with a light snowfall, little white particles floating through the air, rushing past the car as he drives back from set and a small sigh escapes his lips. It's been snowing on and off for weeks, usually meaning an earlier calltime for everyone, to make sure the locations can be cleared from the thin layer of snow if needed.

The wind has picked up by the time Pedro reaches the apartment that has been his home for the last few weeks and when he steps out of the shower half an hour later, the light snowfall has developed into a full-on blizzard, complete with cars honking in the streets below and his phone vibrating angrily, demanding attention. A rushed glance as he gets dressed confirms his suspicions. There's several warnings of severe weather, most of them due to hit tonight.

A gentle knock on the front door lets the man whip around and a small frown builds on his forehead as he crosses the hallway, taking a quick glance through the peephole. He practically yanks the door open.

You have your coat wrapped tightly around yourself, a knitted hat drawn down to your ears and a scarf wrapped around your neck. The two latter are practically soaked, decorated with little white crystals all over that are beginning to melt in the slightly warmer air of the hallway and dripping down onto the door mat.

Pedro stays still for a moment, taking in your form in front of him, before his brain registers what's going on. He reaches out, pulling you into the apartment, “What the hell were you thinking?”

The door closes behind you and the frown that decorated Pedros face a moment ago is now appearing on yours, “I- What?” For a split second you wonder if he's mad. He rarely gets a day off and even when he does, he usually spends it doing something, unable to just sit and relax, even for a little while. Maybe he's made plans for tonight and you've just crashed them.

“You can't be walking around in a blizzard like this, look at yourself,” he tuts, helping you take your wet coat off along with the hat and scarf and maneuvering them into the bathroom to hang them up to dry. You take your boots off carefully, gaze never leaving the man in front of you, “It's barely a twenty minute walk.”

“You're telling me you didn't even get a taxi?” He asks as he returns to the hallway and watches you put your shoes onto a small shoe tray.

“Does it look like I got a taxi?” You shoot back, getting a little irritated with how concerned he is. Immediately, Pedros gaze softens a bit and a small grumble escapes his throat as he takes a step forward, bringing his fingers up to your hair to carefully pick a snowflake out of it.

It melts between his fingers.

“No, you don't,” he muses, smiling a little sheepishly. “You could've called me. I would've picked you up.” You can't help but chuckle a little at that, “I did call you. You didn't pick up. The phone, I mean.” He stares at you for a moment, then back at his phone that has at least a dozen unread messages, then back to you, “Fuck, I- I was taking a shower, guess I didn’t hear-”

“It's fine,” you promise gently, standing on your tiptoes to place a small kiss on his cheek. Pedro sighs a little, taking in the way you’re looking at him and eventually nodding as he leads you further into the small apartment. It's spacious for one person but cozy for two, production of course not having calculated that you would be here too. You tried to stick to only sleeping over on weekends for a while, arguing that Pedro needed his rest and a quiet environment to go over his lines. He argued back that he slept a lot better with you beside him.

“You want a coffee?” He offers and you nod yes, following him to the open kitchen and hopping onto the counter as he grabs a mug for you.

“So you haven't read it yet?” You ask, rubbing your hands together in an effort to warm them up. “Read what?” His back is to you, the sound of the coffee machine starting almost drowning out his words.

“Shoot is canceled for tomorrow. Probably until next week.”

Something about your tone makes him turn around to face you. He's in front of you a second later, hands resting on your waist as he studies your face, “And you're not happy about that?”

“Why would I? It sets us back at least two days and were already behind, at this rate reshoots-”

Pedro hums a little and squeezes your waist, causing you to fall quiet.

“I don't like it either but-”

You cut him off before you can stop yourself, shaking your head as you speak and lowering your gaze towards the floor, “It's just really bad timing and I have so much to do already and-”

“Hey, look at me.”

He squeezes again, a little harder this time, and one hand comes up to nudge your chin until you're looking right at him. You find soft brown eyes, the little patch in his beard you like so much and hair that's still a little damp from showering.

“It's snow. You can't do anything about snow.”

You let your head fall forward again, letting out a small sigh, “Yeah, I know.” Pedro gently brings his arms around you, holding you close for a moment. The coffee machine beeps, signaling that it's done. But he doesn't let go yet, rubbing your back a little instead.

“The way I see it,” he starts. “We may as well enjoy our night in. Even if it wasn't exactly planned. Plus, there's no way in hell I'll let you go back out there anyway.”

He does have a point. And a night off, especially a night off for both of you, doesn't sound too bad, even if it's constricted to the small apartment you're sitting in.

As soon as your coffee is empty and a few urgent messages are replied to, Pedro insists on a shower to warm you up. You're halfway to the bathroom before you turn around with a small smile on your face, “You're gonna let me shower alone?”

“I just showered,” Pedro replies almost automatically, putting your mug away. Then, he catches the small twinkle in your eye.

“You just showered,” you repeat, the smile still decorating your face and Pedro nods a few times before getting into motion.

“I guess I could do with another one.”

For once, there's no rush. You take your time, with the shower and everything that it includes. You spend what feels like a solid five minutes kissing afterwards, already scrubbed clean and so, so content. The air is steamy when you step out of the shower and Pedro really does treat you to the full experience, insisting on applying your lotion for you.

You hum contently as he gently massages it into your back, your muscles tingling with relief. He chuckles softly behind you, “Feeling a little warmed up already?”

“More than a little. Don't know how you do it.”

You lightly slap his ass on the way to the bedroom.

After securing your favorite sweater of his and some sweatpants, you find yourself in the kitchen again, rummaging through the cupboards to figure out what to cook up with the scarce ingredients available. You both usually eat on location or get some takeout on the way home, not to speak of the lack of cooking skill you both possess.

It ends up being pasta with some leftover greens and tomatoes and for once, you could swear it tastes ten times better than whatever takeout you could've gotten. You're cuddled up on the couch, staring out into the dark, gusts of snow still blowing past the window. The traffic jams have calmed down, the people returned to their houses to find shelter from the cold. Only a few lost ones are still wandering around, no doubt with a goal that justifies a walk through the conditions. You understand them.

Pedro watches a man disappear around the corner and swallows his mouthful of pasta, “Are you sure you didn't catch a cold?”

You smile weakly, “ Even if I did, it would be worth it. I'd trade a cold for a night off with you. You know that.” He chuckles a little, tilting his head slightly, “Just saying, it may be a little on the nose for both of us to get sick at the same time.”

You raise a brow as you finish your plate and gently put it down before cuddling into Pedro’s side, drawing your legs up onto the couch, “There's a blizzard. It's not that on the nose.”

The snowflakes landing on the window stay there for a few moments, glistening in the dim light from inside the apartment before the warmth seems to reach through the glass. One by one, they turn into small drops of water.

He considers your words for a moment before nodding, “Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right.” His arm wraps around you, pulling you in a little more as you rest your head against his shoulder. He leans down to plant a small kiss on your head and you hum contently, smiling to yourself.

The snowflakes melt on the window pane. You melt in Pedros arms.

Your voice is only a mumble.

“Besides- you can't do anything about snow.”

notes: hey babes! im considering a second part to this so let me know if that's something you'd like <3

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joels-shitty-puns · 8 months

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The Key to Your Heart - Track 1

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably.

Word Count: 1.9K

Series List: Here!

Thank you for checking it out :) let me know what you think. I made this probably more wordy and personal than I should've... OOF.

The clock was nearing 4 AM when, with a sniffle, you closed the app you were on and clicked the power button on your phone. A single tear ran down your face as you rolled on your side and hoped that maybe in your dreams you could experience the love you craved so desperately. For the past few hours, and every night you didn't have work in the morning, or had free time before bed, you would read fanfiction. You knew people had a lot of poor opinions about fanfic, but the best thing about them is that unlike other stories, you were in these. You could imagine it was you in the story spending time with your favorite characters.

The worst part of fanfiction, however… is when you realize it isn't real and won't ever happen. Sure, you can imagine it, and you can feel the emotions and even give yourself pleasure at the thoughts, but when it wears off, you realize that it's just you. You're alone, and not your mind, nor your hands, can give you what you truly want. What you need.

You aren't so dumb or delusional as to think it's real, or to think you have a chance. If your own mind didn't tell you that enough, your family and friends would remind you plenty. At the mention of your crush, you'd get comments that had a playfulness, or childlike connotation at the idea of you crushing on someone famous. If not that, you'd get pity, or told you should put yourself out there and find someone you actually have a chance with… as if you chose to have these feelings. Why would you choose to fall in love with someone you have no chance with?

For a while, you could pretend it was just a crush and that you couldn't be in love with someone you've never met. But ultimately you accepted that it wasn't true. This isn't the first time, and you're sure it won't be the last. With the previous crush lasting several years, you knew you'd just have to wait it out.

This time around, the crush was on Pedro Pascal. Current heartthrob of the world, starring in some of the most popular franchises of the time. If people didn't know his name, they certainly knew a character of his; unless they lived under a rock.

With this information in the back of your mind, the fact that everyone knew him and everyone loved him and he could have anyone he wanted, you sighed, hoping it would finally get through your head, and rolled over to your other side. Unable to sleep, you pulled out your journal to write down your feelings before eventually drifting off, pen in hand.

Letting out a groan, you awoke too few hours later to your dog Skipper crying in your face. "Gotta pee, buddy? Alright.." You climbed out of bed and he spun in a circle before galloping through the house towards the patio door. Humming a song you don't yet know, you sit by the door and think about what you wrote the night before. It wasn't uncommon for you to write songs, and you found it comforting to play instruments and sing your feelings out into the lyrics. Although you often recorded and purchased the copyrights to your music, you never posted it. Maybe someday…you always told yourself, pondering with the idea of some extra money.

After letting the dog in, you sat at the piano with last night's journal and wrote a song which spilled your feelings for Pedro. You recorded it and went about your day, but it kept nagging you. Finally, after another sleepless night, you posted it onto some music streaming websites. Using a stage name of just your first nickname, you added the song, which you titled "Imaginary Love." It never mentions Pedro by name, only talking of the strong feelings you have for someone famous that you'll never be with.

Once that was out of the way, you didn't check your accounts for several days. Eventually, however, you began receiving emails. Radio stations wanted to play your song, record companies wanted to sign you, they wanted an album. Your head swirled, and you agreed to put out an album with other songs you've written, still maintaining your stage identity. I'll just be like Hannah Montana, you thought, with a laugh of disbelief.

About a month later, you and your music were still a mystery to people. People loved your song. People related to it. But of course, there were critics. Negative impressions spurred about you being childish, immature, naive, and silly. Others just wanted to know the gossip. Who were you? Where did you come from? And WHO were you singing about?!

Trying to ignore the chatter, you noticed a new interview of Pedro being posted, as advertisement for his newest film. Finally something to look forward to and get your mind off of this! Flicking on your television, you broadcast the interview of Pedro from your cell phone. Your heart skipped as you looked at him, his messy brown curls falling near his ears that held his large black framed glasses. His brown eyes twinkled as the interviewer talked to him about his work.

Eventually they broke into more casual conversation, discussing current favorite movies, what he last saw in theaters, what he's binge-watching, last concert he saw, and finally… the current song he can't stop listening to.

"Oh, man… I can't stop listening to "Imaginary Love," he answered without hesitation, hand on his heart.

Your stomach lurched. Your heart stopped. You forgot how to breathe. What. The. Fuck. Shit shit shit shit shit. This can't. Be real. You rewound the video. This HAS to be a dream. But it wasn't. "Imaginary Love," he said. Oh. Crap. You replayed it several more times, but it didn't make it more real. The interviewer replied "oh… here we go. The song everyone is talking about! I am curious though, what are your thoughts on it? Who do you think it's about?" Pedro's smile faltered a bit at the man's tone, but he remained his usual genuine, sincere self when he answered. "I… I'm also curious about who she is and who the song is about, but I think that ultimately it's up to her whether she decides to reveal that. I think we can all relate to the pain of love, especially unrequited, and I think it's brave of her to share that level of open vulnerability with the world. I can't expect her to share more than what she already has."

Your heart fluttered.

Yet the interviewer continued. "Don't you think it's a little… I dunno… naive? I mean, you get it, you're in show business. The average kid really doesn't have a chance, and even more so, isn't it a little… creepy? The way she's put this guy on a pedestal? Claims she's in love with a man she doesn't even know?"

Pedro's fingers twitched around the base of the microphone, his eyebrows furrowed, and he slowly nodded while pondering his response. I can't watch this anymore.. His pause felt like a lifetime, and you couldn't handle the tension. The interviewer was an ass, but his words were nothing new. He was probably right... You are creepy and naive. You reached for the remote to turn off the television. It had only been a few seconds, but you couldn't bear the potential heartbreak that you knew would come. This is exactly why you haven't revealed yourself or the subject of your lyrics.

Pedro cleared his throat before speaking. "You're right… I am in show business and I get it. I get that in order to get what you truly want in life, we all seem a bit naive. I've spent my life trying to make it as an actor, sometimes struggling if it hadn't been for the help of my friends. I was naive, and I suppose a bit delusional. Obviously this is a bit different though. Unlike jobs, we can't choose who we love. I think we've all had celebrity crushes at some point in our lives."

Your breath was caught in your throat and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes. He doesn't even know you, and he's somehow able to reach into your lyrics to understand exactly how you feel without the judgment or pity you often feel from those who know you personally. And yet… the asshole interviewer kept on. Seriously dude… how long are you going to drag this on? Talk to Pedro about his achievements. Quit ranting. The interview has completely gone off the rails. "Okay.. I gotta ask though.." Ugh what now??! He continued, "this girl is a fan. The only thing she knows is what's made public. She's keeping her identity hidden but doesn’t seem to wonder what her so-called “love” is hiding from the world. Would you, as a celebrity, genuinely consider someone like her, a fan, if she came out and said the song was about you? I mean, would any of you out there? We're not just talking about a normal person, or even a slight fan. We're talking write-a-song-about-him level obsessed."

Pedro answered without hesitation. "Sure I would consider it. You can already feel her emotional vulnerability and passion. I think she's deserving of happiness just like anyone." If only you knew.. It is you, Pedro.. But your negative thoughts filled your consciousness. Like he'd want you.. he's almost twice your age.. look at yourself. He can have anyone he wants. He'd never actually choose you. Look at your blemishes. Your big stomach, flab, and stretch marks. Nobody has ever wanted you. You've never even been kissed, you fool. A grown adult.

You frowned and finished watching the interview, swept away in your self-hatred. You slunk onto the floor, cuddling your dog, seeking the only comfort you're able to receive. This is why I prefer animals, you think. They love you no matter what you look like or who you are.

A few days later, the events of Pedro's interview went viral, spurring both negative and positive responses.

"Pedro Pascal Defends Unknown Artist"

"Mandalorian Actor Slams Interviewer"

"Watch: Pedro Pascal Interview Gets Heated"

The headlines get more and more dramatic, acting as if fist fights broke out or a gun battle ensued. It was all pretty tame. A simple conversation of differing opinions. However… you still couldn't help but feel guilty that he put his own reputation on the line for you in a way. He doesn't even know you. What was in this for him, that he felt the need to defend you?

It was at this moment that you decided to log into Instagram from your stage artist profile. Hopping into the message section, you typed out Pedro Pascal and clicked his profile, writing out a message. "Hi Mr. Pascal! I recently watched your interview and I can't begin to express my gratitude towards you. I feel terribly guilty that this is beginning to weigh on your own image, but I would like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for your defense, thank you for your support of my music, but most importantly, thank you for seeing my lyrics as they were meant to be… from my heart. Thank you for your kindness."

You tapped send and waited with bated breath. After ten minutes of staring at the screen, you decided you needed a break from the internet, dropped your phone, and went for a walk with Skipper.

Meanwhile, from the couch at home, your phone lit up with a notification.

Instagram

Pedro Pascal (pascalispunk): replied to your message

Thanks for reading!! Interested in track 2? Read it here!

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pedrostories · 11 months

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UPDATE! New deadline: 20 August (Sunday)

PedroStories 1000 followers celebration

PedroStories hit 1000 followers in May, around the same time the blog had its 2nd birthday, so we decided to celebrate it with the fandom’s writers and readers!

We prepared with a few general quotes, other quotes from Pedro and his characters and with some fanfiction tropes. You don’t have to stick to the character whose quote you choose – actually, we encourage you to mix and match any of them as creatively as you want! The celebration starts today and lasts until 20 August!

Please read the rules carefully, then you will find the list of prompts under the cut.

Rules

We welcome pairings with readers/characters of any gender, non-romantic pairings or even fics with no pairings. 💚 The rating can be anything from general to explicit.

Choose at least one quote from any of the quotes lists (you can use more prompts in one fic) and choose at least one trope. You can write as many fics as you want using these prompts!

It’s not necessary to let us know what prompts you’ve chosen! Just let your creativity flow - this challenge is completely open!

Please mention in your post that your work is for @pedrostories’ celebration and use the special tag #pedrostories1k, just so we can track and queue every single entry.

Please post your work until 20 August – we will track the special tag until that day, and in a few days we create a masterlist of all the fanfictions. You can keep using the list later and we will queue them as usual if you tag the blog, but we won’t track the special tag anymore and won’t update the event’s masterlist.

Please make sure you use tags and warnings properly – we take tagging stories seriously to help our followers find the story that caters to their needs and avoid those they don’t want to see on their feed - If there’s character/trope/dynamic/etc. you would like to avoid, you can easily blacklist tags on tumblr, you can find a tutorial about it here!

Please remember that even though this list has quotes from Pedro, we don’t reblog real person fics (aka fics about Pedro himself)– this blog is for fanfiction written for characters played by him.

Following the blog in order to participate in the game is not mandatory, but it’s very much welcomed! 🤗

Send us an ask if you have any questions – we will use the tag #pedrostories1k questions so you can check previously answered asks about the event.

Signal boosts about this event are appreciated!

Have fun! 🌻

List of prompts below the cut!

List of prompts

Quotes

General Dialogue Prompt List:

“The price of my affection is high.”

“You pushed me off the bed!” - “I’m sorry?”

“I got shot and I’m fine! Relax, would you?”

“If I (…) will you behave for me?” – „Only if you kiss me first.”

“I can’t believe I ever thought you were different.”

“You’re not going to believe this”

“Not again”

“Run!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Please, just listen to me!”

“You’ve lost.”

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I hate that I can’t seem to live without you!”

“Oh, don’t be modest, just kiss me.”

“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes sparkle in sunlight?”

“You can’t go until I tell you”

“Do I really have a choice?”

“You’re the reason I wake up every morning.”

“I hate you.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me right now.”

“You wanna go save the world?”

“I don’t think that’s exactly what I had in mind.”

“‘Sorry’ just isn’t going to cut it anymore.”

“Come back in five more minutes”

Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe Quotes:

Pedro Pascal quotes:

“I’m not short”

“But bad guys are more fun!”

“Smack me, I deserve it”

“That bad?”

“I really need to stop eating the sticker on the tomato”

“I’m sitting in the dark. I like it.”

"You naughty dog.”

“That me. Working on the buns.”

“But those were MY CRISPS!”

“I’m going straight for that bottom.”

“Somebody gimme a hug.”

“If you're freaky you're hot, if you're hot you're freaky.”

Dieter Bravo quotes:

“I’m trying to care, but it’s hard.”

“We’re fucked”

“Do you wanna have sex with me?”

“This is creepy, but I like it”

“I’m not giving this up!”

“Hold my hair!”

Javi Gutierrez quotes:

“I fucking told you”

“Honestly, I’m too nervous”

“I think I need to go to bed”

“Whether you like it or not, you have a gift.”

"Sometimes circumstances get in the way of love. That's just the way it is."

“We need to open our minds to the infinite possibilities of what the cosmos has to offer."

Din Djarin quotes:

“I know everything that’s in there”

“This is a pile of junk”

“I’m not leaving my fate up to chance.”

“Your song is not yet written. I serve you until it is.”

“Take it off. Or I will.”

“I like those odds.”

Javier Peña quotes:

“You're breaking my fucking heart, baby.”

“Sleep with a communist? That would be downright un-American.”

“Things don’t always go according to plan.”

“I got a better idea.”

“Fuck this!”

“Well, what have we here?”

Dave York quotes:

“ There is no sin. No virtue.”

“Who did this?”

“There’s no coming back from this.”

“You do what you have to do and you move on.”

“It’s who we were. It’s what we did.”

“You shouldn't start a war with us.”

Jack Daniels quotes:

“Whoo. I feel like a tornado in a trailer park.”

“What are we doin’?”

“Looks like we’re hookin’ up with a chick at a rock concert.”

“It's a lasso.”

“How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?”

“Now, is that any way to welcome a visitor from out of town, moonshine?”

Pero Tovar quotes:

“Maybe you can fool them, but I know what you are.”

“The time before that I saved your life!”

“You can never undo things you have done.”

“Is that the best you've got?”

“I want to eat.”

“Have you lost your mind?”

Frankie Morales quotes:

“Alright baby, alright baby. Come on now.”

“This is not what I signed up for.”

“What the fuck we’re gonna do with that thing?”

“Move. Move!”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“It's not a big deal. Actually, it's a big deal.”

Fanfic Tropes

AU fic

Forced Proximity

Time Travel

Roadtrip

One Bed

Second chance romance

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Fake dating

Redemption

Forbidden love (legal)

Hurt/Comfort

Soulmates

Secret identity/billionaire/royal

Blind Date

Platonic Relationship

Body Swap

Love Triangle

5 times this and 1 time that

Opposites attract

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wannab-urs · 4 months

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Gin's 2023 sappy post

It's hard for me to believe that at the beginning of this year, I didn't know a single one of my best friends in the world existed. But it's true!

How we got here

I'm not quite sure exactly when I started looking up Pedro Pascal on Tumblr, but it was sometime after February. I'd watched Game of Thrones and Oberyn was my favorite character, but I was in one of my periods of not being on Tumblr (I've had this account for about 10 years, but it's seen many fandoms and I haven't always been active).

I watched the first few episodes of The Last of Us that had come out - I was 3 episodes behind I think - and immediately looked up Joel Miller on Tumblr. How could I not? Anyway, give me ten minutes on this hellsite and a middle aged man with a huge imdb and watch me develop a hyperfixation.

So then I looked up interviews. I watched basically every interview this man ever did, but I remember that the Lie Detector interview and his appearance on the Talk Easy podcast are really what did me in. I went from admiring this man as an actor and thinking he's pretty to basically being in love with him.

Anyways....

I didn't mean to start reading fanfic? I come from the world of Destiel on AO3. I never wrote it, I just read copious amounts of it. I'd never read reader insert, much less straight reader insert, and I'd never written a word of anything even resembling a fanfiction.

But I found @prolix-yuy, @frannyzooey, @joelscruff, @fuckyeahdindjarin, and @ezrasbirdie (check the spreadsheet, y'all are at the very top!) and I was hooked.

Then I read Psychomanteum by @whatsnewalycat and Celestial Navigation by @write-and-buried and was inspired to parade my trauma around in a Dieter shaped trench coat: AGOY was born.

@beskarandblasters is the first person I really talked to on here. In fact, Kel is the one who introduced me to most of my friends on here. And we've been harassing each other on the daily since. I hope to 🦵 her in real life someday soon ❤️. I love you, bitch. You mean the world to me.

I could never ever ever list all of my dear friends I've made on here. Seriously, there are so many of you that mean the world to me. But I'm gonna list a few.

My cannibal crew @pr0ximamidnight and @atinylittlepain, without whom Love as Violence Dave (starving season), Head up his Ass Javi (in the a.m.), and the later editions of loser druggie Dieter (AGOY) would not exist - or at least they wouldn't be as good as they are.

My darling soup snake, the loml, my spider twin, my forever partner in making bitches cry (it's us, we're bitches, making each other cry in an endless loop) @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin. #1 AGOY stan forever, you may love my own magnum opus more than I love it. Thanks for listening to me scream about every pedro boy on the planet and thanks for screaming right back at me. I love you.

The random college student I found by accident, decided to take under my wing, and then was subsequently taken under their wing bc it turns out they have more fandom experience and life advice than I can ever hope to have @idolatrybarbie. Bea, my darling, thanks for always letting me bitch, for showing me fics I never thought I'd be into (The Santa Claus AU Frankie Morales Free Use Kink, anyone) but that I often was into, for encouraging my writing, and for being fucking real with me.

The pedrostories crew, but especially @pedrorascal - I love screaming about Pedro with you at... 2:30 in the morning my time (we love time zones!). Thanks for letting me be a terrible mod for your fic archive blog and never getting mad at me for not doing my job. And for being a wonderful, kind, amazing person all the fucking time.

I'm being so serious when I say I could list at least 20 more people. People who brightened my day with a reblog or a message. Or who wrote a fic I still think about at least once a week. Or who made a gifset that is permanently etched into my brain. People I talked to in discords and most likely trauma dumped on and they listened and they cared and they let me hold their trauma in return. I love you guys so fucking much.

Conclusion

I never could have imagined I'd be a writer and run a fic rec blog at 24. Especially not for Pedro Pascal Characters. But here we are -- and I can honestly say it has been the highlight of my year. And I bought a house this year.

I have so many new friends and a new hobby (I never wrote at all before this) just because I wanted to Fuck That Old Man. Incredible.

#gin is being sappy #i love y'all

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tessa-quayle · 11 months

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spotlight on the OFC

(fanfiction recommendations) :)

the reader insert, the second person, the y/l/n convention (which, for me, can disrupt the text and i haven’t gotten used to it - not criticizing those who do it - i'm the problem, it’s me 🤪) are all the rage in fanfiction. i get the immersive appeal, and many of the fics i love and enjoy employ the second person.

richly drawn original characters draw me in and capture my attention. I appreciate how creative folks get with their OFCs, the headcanons, and how they have fun showing off these OFC’s quirks and strengths and interior lives and histories. it’s a joy to read.

here are a few great OFCs in the Pedro Pascal Character universe. the stories are engaging and this is a fairly diverse list of OFCs (by that I mean race/ethnicity, life experience, nationality, disability). as always, each author issues their own warnings.

listed in alphabetical order by writer:

@iamskyereads - Ezra (Prospect) x OFC Beatrice

ongoing series (Compulsion). love the sci-fi world-building in the first chapter. Beatrice is a sharp and compelling protagonist who’s suffered a traumatic brain injury and has PTSD.

@intheorangebedroom - Frankie (Triple Frontier) x OFC Gabrielle

complete series (Pleased to Meet You). angsty intercontinental love story between everyone’s favorite pilot and a cool French woman. the descriptions of different cities are vivid.

@jazzelsaur - Frankie (Triple Frontier) x OFC Ellie

complete series (Between the Raindrops). the slow burn here is a smolder in the best sense. Elliot (Ellie) is a widow who lives next door to Frankie. the weight of grief and angst in this series is remarkable.

@jomiddlemarch - Joel (The Last of Us) x OFC Grace

loose-fit series (On Call for the Apocalypse). crossover with Ted Lasso. set in Jackson WY between seasons 1 and 2, Grace is a snarky doctor (scratch a cynic, find a romantic) hanging out with Joel and Ellie (format better on AO3)

@julesonrecord and @lunapascal ( @stardustandskycrystals) - Dieter (the Bubble) x OFC Andie

ongoing series (Curls). we’re rooting for Dieter and Andie amid all the drama and shenanigans surrounding a pregnancy and a wedding. this reads like a novel you finish in one sitting.

@ladamedusoif - Mr Ben (SNL) x OFC Lydia

ongoing series (Visiting). Lydia is a European art historian who goes to teach at an East Coast liberal arts college and meets the dashing Mr Ben. delightful and smart (and I'm not just describing Mr Ben).

@radiowallet - Marcus (We Can Be Heroes) x OFC Amy

ongoing series (Eyes Open). Single parents Marcus and Amy find love in the workplace, HR be damned. Amy contains multitudes and the portrait of her as a mother is especially real and sweet.

@whatsnewalycat - Din (Mandalorian) x OFC Charlie

ongoing series (Passenger). Gritty, dark, cool AU where Din Djarin is a trucker/bounty hunter and Charlie is making her way west. this fic has a lot of postmodern energy.

@yespolkadotkitty - Pero (Great Wall) x OFC Jade

complete series (Fighting Blind). Fun, winsome adventure between a museum curator and our favorite Spanish warrior. Love the time-travel element, the nod to the Asian diaspora, and the rich world-building. This series is stay-up-past-your-bedtime reading.

feel free to share your fic recs and favorite OCs/OFCs (your own and/or others)! ❤️

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maybege · 1 year

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may's candid and personal take on fandom

On a more candid note, I’d like to talk more about my experience as a writer in fandom. I spent a long time thinking about this (a better part of the last six months, on and off) as I am usually trying to keep my opinions to myself due to events that are long ago now.

I really need you all to be kinder to writers.

I have been here since sometime around May 2020 and I think it is telling that the fandom circles around the same problems again and again and nothing ever changes.

Interaction is really low and I am not the first writer to lament this, nor will I be the last one but maybe I have this naïve hope that if enough people read the same thing again and again, it will finally stick. I know I haven’t put out content on a regular basis for a long time now but while it is not directly related to the level of interactions these works get, that rhythm will for sure not improve if interaction stays as low as it is. It can be really disheartening to know you have over a thousand followers and the reblogs/comments on your works do not even exceed 50.

Obviously, the way tiktok and fast paced social media work have influenced how we interact with things on all kinds of platforms. But I really need you all to understand that a like on tumblr does not count the way it does on Instagram or maybe even tiktok. That is a bookmark at best. Do I mind if you serial like an entire series of mine? Of course not, I am happy to see that someone is actively reading something of mind and enjoying it. But please have the courtesy to maybe comment on the masterlist or the most recent part.

Fandom is taking and giving and I think it is unfair that it is somehow is expected of writers to pump out story after story without having to give them something (comments, asks, reblogs) for it. And when someone complains about it, suddenly we are deemed as ungrateful to the few that actually read our stuff.

Back in lockdown, there was more of a balance for obvious reasons. But now that I see that writers cannot post as much due to real life or maybe other reasons, it is like the number of notes has diminished across the board. Writers in fandom are people who are not (and cannot be) paid for their works. (Side note: If you accept fanfiction commissions or money for fanfiction, I will find you quicker than the mouse mafia because you will not ruin this for us.) On one hand, the expectation seems to be that writers should update ever single week without fail. On the other hand, it seems too big an ask of readers to actually comment/reblog the things that they read.

(Waiting for a new chapter for weeks, months, hell, even years, was never unusual in fandom spaces and I need this to be more common knowledge.)

Then again, the negativity in fandom has really fucking increased. It comes and goes in wavesand I will not pretend to be affected because I was so inactive this last year. (This is simply a side note but it is something that I think needs more attention: The way I see poc creators treated is despicable and while I do not write for PP characters anymore because of all the drama, people really need to reflect how they see Pedro Pascal as a human being instead of a sex object.)

For me, personally, I have noticed that if I get genuinely angry at something happening on tumblr, it is time for me to log off and really focus on real life and I think it is something that we all should take to heart. Sadly, the more time passes, the more I am convinced that this fandom might not even be worth it anymore and I genuinely understand many creators who decide to leave permanently. It often feels like people are just there to create drama or to vague or that important and serious posts about how we should treat each other and the actors we admire are simply ignored in favour of the “I don’t like drama.” line. Which, like, one is drama and one is not. (Spoiler alert: Discussions on fandom inclusion and racism within fandom are not drama.)

Anyway, Readers need to be more mindful of the power they have over writers and if you want to complain that so many creators have deactivated or become inactive, I would like to ask that you reflect on when was the last time that you commented on someone’s fic.

#fandom #idek if this makes sense #but i really need to vent this out #also yes you can send me your personal opinions but i ask that you be respectful because we are all adults here

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whiskeynwriting · 2 years

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May Fic Recommendations

Hey my lovelies!

As I said in my April list, I was a little behind on these and then I took a break, but that doesn't mean great works should go ignored! So I'm posting my April, May, and June recommendation lists today (:

Here are some of my favorite fics from May!

2022 Fanfiction Recommendation List

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1. "Practice" Pedro Pascal x age gap!reader

@guess-my-next-obsession

labelled in their masterlist under "breeding!kink Pedro SWC22"

I normally never, ever read real person fiction, but this one was just so good. It was super cute with a little bit of sexy, and then a LOT of heat. I loved it so much!!

Favorite line: Repeat that. Perhaps the ‘daddiest of the daddy’s’ actually wanted to be a daddy…and perhaps with you?

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2. "Like This?" Din Djarin x ADHD!fem reader

@mandoblowmybackout

UGH again with the ADHD!fem reader, I just love it. I've never seen representation for ADHD like this before, and it's great. And SO SPICY

Favorite line: No one had ever asked to watch you touch yourself before, let alone watch you use a toy.

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3. "7 Marcus AND Dave" Dave York x Marcus Pike x Female Reader

@ezrasbirdie

I cannot for the life of me find the link to this fic, but if any of you happen to find it please send it my way! I absolutely loved it ugh, it was so, SO good. Seeing Marky and Dave together??? GOD

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4. "Sweat" Din Djarin x F!Reader

@michinnyun

I really, really love the description and use of the sense in here. Really well done, it's like it immerses you into the plot!

Favorite line: You love tasting him and the evidence of his hard work while he's trying his hardest not to get carried away.

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5. "Making Him Blush" Din Djarin x f!reader

@starlightmornings

Oh my GOD soft baby boy Din, I can't handle it.

Favorite line: “Your- your breasts. I want to- to know what they taste like.”

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I'm glad that even though it's a little late, I could still shine some light on these amazing pieces and authors! As always, if you’d rather not be tagged, please let me know (:

#Fic recs #Liv's fic recs #Pedro Pascal #Din Djarin #Dave York #Marcus Pike

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fandomdaydreamer · 2 years

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The Lighthouse and The Ocean

Pt 19

Sea Glass

Pairing: Pedro Pascal/OFC

Warnings: soft dom/sub dynamics but NO smut here, this RPF stays 'nilla even though I'm implying BDSM topics

Summary: One lazy morning in Mexico, Pedro is yearning.

Notes: Also find this fic on Ao3 -here- or the series' Masterlist and Playlist -here-

Hello, beautiful, I'm so sorry for the delay, my creativity only blossomed for less fluffy chapters, life has been very tough lately. (long sob story) Malo. Yes, I'm okay, hey I saw Greta Van Fleet live! (go figure, lol) I plan on posting again soon, just splitting bc length reasons. I did my best with this chapter, enjoy <3

Length: 7.6k

Sea Glass

A docile breeze fanned out their thin curtains in a place that was soft and new. Pedro would describe the fourth bedroom as picturesque, an impressionistic vision of complete serenity filled with sunlight. He watched an immovable and brilliant blue sky outside the window as he listened to the ocean hitting the shore and he blinked slowly, feeling somewhere in-between droopy and content. Chin propped on one hand, he tilted his gaze down at his sleeping girlfriend.

Pedro had moved carefully when he'd joined Nini on the bed again, so as not to disturb her at the end of his own, eventful morning. It had brought a smile to his face when he had found her still asleep at his return. Even the obligatory note he'd left for her remained unread. She looked so pretty, sleeping next to him and he just couldn't help a sigh from escaping his lips when he took in her appearance; Her messy hair, now almost seventies-looking waves and a countless number of freckles that had blossomed on her skin. He had never seen her more freckled before. The Mexican sun had brought out the deepest layers of specks across her entire face, shoulders and down her arms and chest until they disappeared underneath her top. Deep breaths accentuated the shape of her breasts in a glorious offering he wasn't allowed to touch yet. One moment of indulgence followed another as he pried a few strands of hair from her peaceful face and granted her another minute of sleep.

Pedro realised he couldn't have dreamed up a better image if their roles had been reversed. She was his beautiful, clear-eyed dream and he would have cherished this abundance of peace and comfort for eternity if it had been in his power to stop time altogether. He wished he wouldn't have to wake her but they had by far, not enough time left in this place until they needed to head back and end their holiday.

With sudden heartache, he realised this would only be the first time they'd have to say goodbye to a certain time spent together. Their separation was so imminent, one week until their first chapter closed. Though, he wouldn't think of that right now, not when the present felt so perfect.

Pedro felt convinced the entire world remained in her glow while he watched his golden girl. He traced his finger down the swoop of her nose. "Nini." He spoke to her unconcerned form, past the hazy and blurry world she remained deeply submerged in.

Her lips parted when she let out a tiny, disturbed snore past the cadence of her breathing. Pedro waited patiently while Nini persisted inside a deep, narcotic kind of sleep and he became mildly concerned the longer she continued to snooze on like that. It was clear to him now that she was the type of person who did too much of everything just to feel a little bit more. No nightmares at least. The weed had a largely calming effect on her but she was still, totally out of it. Amateur.

He recalled their tears of laughter and drug-induced delirium, smiling at the memory of waking up as the little spoon with her huddled against him for warmth. Pedro couldn't leave her sleeping outside by herself. He had managed to steer the drowsy woman back into the house but she'd clung onto his neck when he put her into bed and had noticed she refused to let him go. At least he had had the decency to dress her back into her Hello Kitty night shorts after they had very sleepy, very high sex.

Maybe that was the reason why she'd slept through the entire late morning. "Hey, little songbird. What are you dreaming about that's so captivating, hm?" He murmured, more to himself while she stubbornly stayed under. Unlike she would have done it, he waked her gently and not like a puppy that climbed on top of the other and demanded attention. Instead, he reached for the cup of coffee he'd brought upstairs and let the hot temptation hover next to her. He softly blew the scent of freshly brewed coffee above the rim of the mug and into her face.

Her nostrils quivered as she smelled the Mexican roast. "Hm?" Nini mumbled and he breathed out a laugh in triumph. Her arm stirred and he had to bring his bribe to safety before it would have gotten knocked clean off his hand.

Slowly, Nini seemed to become aware of her own body as she was pulled from the depths but consciousness produced a tiny, moody wrinkle between her brows. Pedro's voice remained softly in her air, perhaps on her mind while she was still in limbo between sleep and awareness. "Wake up." He repeated encouraging words to her, noticing that she was stubbornly resisting.

Nini's breathing shifted and she tilted her head towards where she sensed his presence. She didn't open her eyes just yet, just smiled faintly to herself. A wide grin spread across Pedro's face when she let out a mewling sound of protest and hummed out a 'no.

Pedro insisted with the same sound but reversed.

Too late, her dreams evaporated and so, they began to already fade and slip away as she was coaxed into the realm of reality, against her will. Finally, she spoke up. "Oh, it's the guy from my dreams," Nini said, words smoother than her voice and eyes very much still closed. One corner of her lips pulled into a smirk.

"That so?" Pedro asked curiously as she stretched her limbs. More adorable whines spilt from her lips and he simply wanted to squish her.

"Where are we?" She asked in confusion, finally adequately awake and she creaked one eye open for a split of a second before she covered both with her hand.

Pedro suppressed a laugh. "Mexico, year twenty, twenty-one. Bed number four." He supplied her with enough information to keep her on Earth. "It's time to get up." He received a long and suffering sound of protest. "Why?" She asked, voice merely a raspy breath while cuddling underneath him to escape the light but he pressed a finger into her cheek. "Up, up." He demanded with too much energetic curiosity for her taste.

"What is this, torture?" Nini asked annoyed and dizzy and hungover or maybe still a bit high. "I am leading a miserable and punishing existence." She said, making a point after each word and Pedro let out a deep suffering sigh in return to mask his amusement.

"That's it. No more drugs for you." He chuckled through her childish sobbing and watched her rub her eyes with the heels of her hands. "That's what you get when you think you can't feel anything and you eat too many pieces." He reminded her in a slightly condescending tone like he hadn't warned her before. Of course, he hadn't been surprised when he had found the loaf largely eaten anyway. At least he knew where her personal limits were now, even when she decided to ignore them.

"Fuck-" She frowned and blinked her eyes open again only to look at him like he was the personification of audacity. "How are you dressed and perfectly functional?" She riddled.

"Not my first rodeo." His face split into a grin when she responded with a single laugh. "Remind me to warn you about the dangers of- especially the music industry and this lawless place called 'backstage area." He said, hoping she wouldn't have the misfortune of meeting the wrong people once she'd become a rockstar.

"You worry too much." Her voice was still battling sleep and she smacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, swallowing around the remaining cottonmouth feeling. Of course, a lasting effect of the edibles they had consumed yesterday.

Pedro stretched towards the bedside table, always ready to remind her to stay hydrated. "Damn right, have some water." He took her weak hand and the connection to the cool foggy glass reduced her into a greedy creature. She drank it down gluttonously after sitting up too fast. "Slow down, Jesus." He tried to take the glass back and bit back a laugh at the hollow sound of protest she uttered while she practically inhaled it. Urgent breaths fogged up the glass before she had downed the last bit and she let out a satisfied groan afterwards. "Thank you."

He simply regarded her with an impressed raise of his eyebrows and steered a mug into her vision to take its place. Coffee, milk with two sugars and still adequately steaming, just the way she liked it best when she didn't try to be cool and drink it black.

She cooed, grasping the mug with two hands, knees wiggling excitedly. "Fucking best boyfriend in the world." She couldn't help but let out a happy sound and he beamed at the sight of cuteness overload. Her eyes sparkled in gratitude when she took the first sip and she closed her eyes to celebrate that she was living her best life here. Or at least, felt like their last morning in Mazatlán had become infinitely more bearable.

"Back among the living, are we?" Pedro teased her even though he took pride in being a caretaker. She nodded with a content yet scrunched-up face before leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. "Much better."

He smiled lazily and covered her hand with his when she placed it on his white shirt. Pedro made sure to hide his wrist underneath his sleeve when he traced the back of his fingers down her arm in return. No way, he'd spoil the surprise prematurely. He would wait for the right moment and remain scared shitless until then.

His secrecy went unnoticed as she moved away to lean back against the headboard and settle against the pillows. Nini simply drew up her knees and sipped her coffee in peace. Up there, a rainbow reflected across her face from where the light got distributed from a sparkling crystal by the window. She was warmth and softness and Pedro simply enjoyed looking at her, so groggy, bare-faced and messy. She let out a tiny burp and he thought she was the most beautiful person. Her entire being simply felt like home and a promise of eternal contentment and Pedro felt he could get used to this domesticity. It was entertaining to watch her scoop up foamy milk and lick it off her finger and their eyes met again before she let off the tip of her finger with a wet pop. "What're doing?" She asked silkily and pushed a tiny bit of tongue behind her tooth gap, watching as he just sat there and stared with what were probably heart eyes and a stupid, dopey smile on his face.

Pedro almost failed to look at her when he confessed. "I might be... starting to imagine a world where it's always like this." He admitted, found her hand in his lap again and closed his fingers around hers. Pedro stroked his thumb over her soft skin. There was not enough time, no combination of words he could say or write that could accurately describe how good it felt to be together like this.

Nini squeezed his fingers, blushing prettily and he smiled, not hiding that his eyes couldn't get their fill on her. She's the girl in paper books, he thought, painted in water colours, next to little lines of poems he hadn't written yet.

Nini beamed at him, masking the little taste of dread hanging in the air with some new bold plans of hers. "I agree. Let's just never leave." She fantasised and even though Pedro found himself immensely amused, he felt a pang of disappointment that she had misunderstood him. Yes, he would have liked to stay on a holiday but he had meant he could imagine a life together, something more like forever.

Maybe it was just this house, maybe it was the fact that he felt like they were indeed, a tiny bit married now. This home felt like he'd invaded a dream ahead of their timeline. Like he had gotten a glimpse into a life they could have. Pedro barely dared to know if the dream he had about her would someday manifest into reality. After she had woken him at the beach yesterday, he was thrown into a life that wasn't any less amazing but... he'd dreamt up a vision of Nini waiting for him underneath the shades of a tree, one hand resting on her round belly. Suddenly, the mere possibility or even idea of a family of their own had simply crashed down on him.

And so, he dared to hope without consulting her, scared as hell that she really might be 'it' for him. Scared, he could ever lose this. Scared everything would be different inside the great unknown and yet, he wanted all of it.

"You're doing that thing," Nini mentioned with a tilt of her head. "What thing, mi cielo?" "Thinking things." She worried her lip between her teeth, battling his cracked, vulnerable mood with humour when he failed to give a reply. "You know, my grandparents did some house squatting in their youth, so we might as well try it." She suggested. They smiled at each other, despite his obvious worries.

"I'll barricade the door with a closet and some chairs, they can try to access via the cliff but we'll just-" Pedro mimed his next intentions in a lighter mood. "Throw some leftover churros at them to keep them away from us."

Nini chuckled and drank her coffee in a kind of silence that had become somewhat clouded as they faced their departure. It was a tragedy to know they had to move out of their bubble. "Have you been up long?" She finally asked and glanced around to look for a clock but didn't find one.

Pedro leaned down on the bed on one elbow, true excitement battling his composed coolness now that he thought of finally showing her what he'd brought back. "Yeah, I took a walk down the beach and I've already been to town." He explained, conjuring up the tranquillity after a long and solitary walk on the beach. It had cleared his foggy brain this morning. In fact, he had woken up at a reasonable hour and had followed through with a sudden urgent idea instead of musing inside post orgasmic sleep. He had fuelled his system with coffee and mustered up the energy to go on an early adventure, motivated to track across the wet sand and back to the local plaza they had found yesterday.

She moved to set the empty mug beside the bed. "Amazing, tell me everything but-" a sour expression indicated she needed to excuse herself first. "Wait, hold up, I've got to find a bathroom first. Back in a jiffy." Nini scrambled out of bed in a bit of a hurry. He watched her leave with a dorky wiggle of her butt by the doorframe. Damn. He finally admitted to himself that those Hello Kitty shorts really seemed to do it for him. He'd be bummed out if he couldn't keep his promise and make love to her in the last bed they hadn't ruined yet... emphasis on yet.

When she returned, her skin was slightly damp and she was dressed in a red two-piece outfit. He had barely put his phone away before she tackled him down onto the bed. Pedro found himself groaning and giggling under her weight when she pushed him down and caged him in against the mattress before placing a minty kiss on his lips. "You were saying?"

"I went back to the market this morning." He told her. "I actually saw two paparazzi who were extremely disappointed that it was only me." He mentioned with a worried cringe.

"So, the hunt has begun." Nini wasn't less unhappy about the invasion of their privacy that loomed over their heads and lurked around every corner now. She laid on his chest and let herself be wrapped up in his arms. "News spreads fast."

He nuzzled closer into her hair then. "Yeah, don't get me started on the thousands of comments and DMs I'm ignoring since I shared our wedding pic in my story." He shared a stressed-out look with her and tried not to think about the thousands of audacious notes underneath Jenny's post which he had regarded with a 'nope' on his lips and a decent amount of panic in his eyes. "Oh, wait, we've got one of these surprised Pikachu memes dedicated to us about absolutely nobody's reaction to us dating." Pedro pointed back and forth between them. "Otherwise, some are unsure if it's even real or not and just PR."

"That's because you put a cartoon broccoli sticker over our kiss." She complained, looking back at him. "So they have to click to Jenny's Instagram to see it and find the crowdfunding link, you sneaky bum."

Pedro rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I might have donated while being high." "Me too! A lot?" "Quite." "Same. Oops." They laughed at each other for making the same stupid decision but they wouldn't want to take it back. Good for them. The couple was surely, getting married right this moment.

"I have a surprise." He changed the topic and combed his hand through her soft blonde hair.

Her eyes lit up. "Another surprise?" Her face split into a confused grin and her excited squeal sent a warm feeling of pure adoration straight to his soul. "Pedro, no, you spoil me. What is it?" She giggled when she stretched her arms out and pushed her hands flat onto his chest. He had still not answered but she gasped knowingly. "Is it food?" Nini guessed with hope in her eyes and knew she had hit the jackpot when he mirrored her enthusiasm.

"I did bring breakfast burritos, yes!" He replied and his heart made a little twist in his chest at the sight of her pure happiness and the little happy wiggle she made. "Oh, you know me." She said as if she'd never experienced such kindness before. She continued to pepper his face with kisses until he purchased a firm grip on her waist to stop her from moving too much or else, he wouldn't be able to prioritize.

"But that's not the entire surprise." He explained further, dropping his voice seductively. "Remember that crafty stand where we found these earrings?" He tapped at the deep red corals he had bought her yesterday and which she had put on again to match her outfit.

Suddenly, he felt nervous when he saw her carefully guarded confusion. "Yeah?"

Pedro couldn't wait to show her. "So, I went back this morning and asked if they could make something for me..." With a sigh, he dared to reveal his little secret.

Finally, he moved up his sleeve, uncovering a piece of jewellery he had carefully hidden from her until now.

There was a sparkle on his wrist, a piece of green sea glass. Tiny holes had been drilled into both sides so it could be fastened with woven, rustic strings of leather. He wore it like a gem on the inside of his wrist where it seemed somewhat darker against his skin. It was his lucky charm, he believed in it and Pedro felt determined his new bracelet was a sign that he belonged to her. Yes, he'd carry it around wherever he'd go and he couldn't think of a better way to make sure he'd never lose the object he had come to hold so dear.

Pedro sat up with her on his hip, where she bounced a little before settling. He drew his arm around her and placed a kiss into the crook of her neck even though her attention was fully captivated by the bracelet. She held his wrist in a delicate hold as they watched it catch a sparkle in the right light. Nini studied his new bracelet in disbelief and awe, barely touching the milky and smooth surface with the calloused tip of her fingers. "Pedro-" she began but failed to articulate her amazement and when she traced her finger along his wrist, he basked in the amplified comforting pressure against his skin.

"You made it into a bracelet?" She stated the obvious, but couldn't believe it anyway. His hand, tucked into her side, rocked her a little closer to his body as he outshone her smile. "It's so beautiful." She told him breathlessly after she had turned her head to look at him. She was so touched, he felt the echo of her tsunami of feelings resonating within himself.

Pedro sought to explain himself in all awkward manners and started chuckling mid-way. "You know I was worried I could lose it and it's um... practical and I just... I don't know, I thought about this amazing woman I've kinda fallen head over heels for... well, she's just a knockout and it reminded me of her beautiful eyes." Pedro joked like he had lost the battle against developing the biggest crush for someone else. "Obviously, I'm never gonna take it off again."

His vow coaxed a delighted sound out of her and she kissed him, hands lingering on his cheek, stroking his beard afterwards. "You're a big old sweetheart, you know that?" Nini asked, beaming. His gaze flickered between her sparkling eyes and he could suddenly barely grasp the concept that he was so close to her sweet and tenderness. It was all so difficult to comprehend how he could have found her out of eight billion people.

Pedro hesitated before he spoke next, feeling his nerves strike again. "There's something else." He began, running his hand over her thigh. He leaned in to press a kiss below her ear, breathing in her bewitching scent he'd like to bury himself in, bury himself deeply into her. Desire remained, pounding at his heart again. "Reach into my pocket." He whispered, breath fanning her ear and she gurgled out a naughty laugh.

"Your pocket, huh?" Nini asked, smiling wickedly again and inching her fingers over his body. She traced his bare skin underneath his button up shirt and ran her hand down his back until she squeezed his arse above his trousers.

"No, not there." Pedro quirked one eyebrow, not having it. She bit her lip and reached to the front again, sinking the tips of her fingers below his waistband. It promptly made him twitch in interest and caused his blood to rush down his body and boil with passion. "Closer." He insisted she'd try again and tensed when her touches firmly moved above his clothes. Pedro shifted his hips into her small hand instinctively when she cupped his semi bulging in his shorts, pretending to have tried better this time. "No, not there either." He toyed with her and she pouted until she finally did as he asked and slid her hand into his trouser pocket where her nimble fingers found an object.

Nini frowned as she pulled the item from him and she let out a gasp when finally, a short and dainty gold chain with a familiar pendant dangled in front of her face. She deflated in his lap. "Oh, my days." She whined, hyper-focused on the tawny hued sea glass she had found the day prior. Pedro propped his chin onto her shoulder while she studied the oval piece of brown glass like she'd never seen anything quite as beautiful.

Surprise was written all over her face and when she disconnected her gaze from the charm. He thought he recognised the same kind of raw astonishment the day he had gifted her with her birthday present.

"Like in the story." She remembered in pure wonder. For a moment, there was silence while tears started to shimmer upon the waterline of her eyes.

"You know you don't have to wear it," Pedro said softly, letting her go and tracing the back of his fingers down her cheek instead. "I just thought-"

"I know, honey but of course, I will." She declared and nuzzled her nose against his for a moment. "It's perfect." She whispered. She let the gold chain flow around her fingers and Pedro felt the rise of his heartbeat when she pressed the brown glass to her own heart. "Look at me-" she said joyously. "New necklace, earrings and a fancy diamond ring." She lifted her hand to show off her imaginary wedding band.

Pedro would play along, believing their rings were very much real even though the sea glass was even better in his eyes. He pressed his lips to hers and added all his yearning for her into their kiss when he felt the velvet slide of her tongue join his. He dipped into her inviting mouth, floating when he tasted her like a hummingbird that sought a flower to feed the urge. She was all around him, filling his senses to make him yet once again, experience the connection of their souls. It felt both ancient and new, softer than the enlightenment of their first kiss but still like they were the only people in the world.

"Will you help me put it on?" She asked after a smaller kiss she placed on his lips like a signature.

He grinned, elevated and relieved that she really seemed to like his gift. "Of course, hold on." He squinted at the tiny lock, fumbling it open while she gathered her hair and held it out of her neck. Pedro draped the necklace over her head and secured the lock. It was quite short, fitting just underneath the hollow of her throat where the gold and brown harmonised with her freckles. He loved the slight of it on her skin, touched the pendant with the pad of his thumb and watched goosebumps appear when she felt him secure the chain with a kiss against her skin.

For a moment, there was silence. Nini hid her smile behind her hand while Pedro traced his finger along her collar bone. He finally relieved an exhale he didn't know he had been holding until he shook off his nerves. "It looks pretty on you." He said, dotingly.

"Thank you." She breathed out and once again, he caught the similarity of colour between the heart piece of his bracelet and the true green in her eyes. "Your eyes on mine, mine on yours." He said, absentmindedly.

She furthermore kept the ambers of his flustered state alive when her shoulders started to shake. "What are you snickering about?" He asked, curious what kind of joke on her mind was about to ruin the moment. Of course, he was looking forward to it.

"Nothing." She lied unconvincingly and pressed her lips together. Finally, she revealed her thoughts after he gave her the patient treatment. "Did you just collar me?" She asked, all of sudden.

Pedro's mind came to a stop and he leaned back, aghast. "Ahhhm-" Now Pedro felt stupified and overwhelmed. Finally, he blinked and chuckled dumbly. "W- what?" He gaped at her like a fish on dry land and continued to stare at her in disbelief. Nini on the other hand bit her lip and wiggled her eyebrows at him. "Aw, come on!" He finally protested and pointed at his bracelet. "You freaky little- I'm trying to be romantic here, why are you like this?"

"What? A cute little day-collar, thank you, sir." She pestered him in a meek voice and batted her eyelashes at him innocently. She purred and nuzzled into his neck afterwards like an actual cat and she knew her behaviour pained him.

Pedro needed to suppress the groan rumbling in his chest when she worshipped his neck with kisses and nipped at his ear lobe. Nini was only fucking with his mind, trying to be funny and shit, calling him 'sir', making him want to push her down and have his way with her. He tried and failed to ignore the undying urge to make her behave the more she tried to get under his skin. "No, no stop." He cursed the fact that even a false display of submissiveness was such a turn-on. He needed to set things straight first.

Nini stopped, though she knew exactly what she was doing to him when she regarded his suddenly too tight trousers. "Anything the matter, angel?"

Pedro glared at her stoically before he gave in, for the acknowledgement of his torture was overdue. "Fuck, you're so hot but it was really not my inten... tion- to... hm." His speech slowed and he felt his walls crumble when she inched closer to him and ground into his lap, down onto the evidently hardened bulge that betrayed him.

"I know, honey. You're a good boy." She taunted him and her energy provoked the exact opposite of this deduction. Pedro experienced a surge of anger and a moment of pure intrigue. His gaze flickered between her mischievous eyes and the necklace. Collar. He thought it through and discovered that her words held a grain of truth. He did just give her a symbolic part of him and he certainly thought his bracelet was at least some kind of equivalent.

He shuddered visibly, picturing Nini wearing only this necklace, wearing it like a sign that she belonged to him. She was so unbearably sweet. To Pedro, she was a fine aphrodisiac that smelled and tasted like heaven. He physically couldn't get enough and wanted to keep her for himself, always. Something dark stirred within him. The thought made his eyes narrow as he stared at her delicious thighs, imagining parting them further the more he felt possessiveness overcome him.

He knew he was getting caught up in his fantasies but how could he not dream of more pleasure in most exquisite rapture when he got her right where he wanted her? Pedro licked his lips, leaving his teeth to slightly scrape at his bottom lip as his eyes roamed the shape of her neck. Her skin looked so soft, it really... needed... some bite marks in it...

He came to his senses when she waved her hand in front of his face. "Earth to Pedro." Nini managed to pluck him from his daydreams and her jaw dropped at the sight of his carefully constructed, innocent expression. Pure amusement was written all over her face. She leaned back a little to watch him block out the fantasies inside his head. "Oh my, maybe I was wrong. Someone 'is' liking the idea." She knew, eyes glimmering with the newly acquired ammo she had against him, for his silence and slow raise of one eyebrow provided a sufficient answer. Nini acted scandalised like she hadn't been the one who had wakened the demons. Her lips pursed, those plush supple rose petals teasing him.

He intrigued her with a gentle touch to her jaw. "The best part is that you were not joking." He said next, mood shifting into the anticipation of what came next.

"About the collar bit or about you being a good boy?"

He huffed out in annoyance. "You... don't call me that." He decided.

Nini played dumb. "What? Good boy?"

Pedro warned her but he simply had to follow the path she had laid out. "I know what you're doing," He reminded her, stroking one finger over her cheek. He loved seeing the rise of her rebellious nature boiling up before he barely escaped the sharp snap of her teeth. "Feisty." He commented amused but retreated in respect. "What is this, hermosita, a new game?" Pedro asked darkly.

Of course, he knew how this would turn out. He knew what to do to get what he wanted, knew what she would do next to get what she craved.

"Alright, then..." He let her go, sat back and smiled through their patient but heated staring contest. His foot betrayed his restlessness but he'd wait as long as necessary until she'd eventually break out in fury. She would come to him by getting caught up in her head, lose because she would erupt and make a bold mistake. They knew each other so well they could communicate by only using micro expressions on their faces. Pedro dared her to give in and get naked while Nini was preparing him to deal with a missile defence system if he did as much as move a muscle. Her eyes narrowed dangerously and her jaw twitched when he took a tiny breath. "Pet."

"Aha!" She exclaimed in triumph. Her eyes glinted like fire until she surged forward and battled him down against the mattress, gripping the lapels of his shirt. "How about I put you on a leash huh, you horndog?" Nini giggled.

He smacked his lips and at least thought it over for an entire second. "I'd let you do it." He decided.

Her lips parted, not having expected this turn of events. "Seriously?" She laughed out loud but he simply shrugged his shoulders, starting with facts. "I'm banging Leonie Van Fleet. Honestly, I'm just happy to be here." He stated and made her snort out a laugh and let him go. "So, you do what needs to be done, you could literally do anything to me. My love? Mi amor? I am at your mercy." He acted like he was fainting in the radiation of her beauty and his arms flopped down next to him as if he had fully given up on his body's autonomy.

Nini nudged his limp form but to no avail. She finally hummed in understanding. "This knave came saucily into the world before he was sent for," Nini quoted King Lear, much to his surprise, in reference to the character he had once played.

Pedro opened his eyes again and his jaw dropped at her cleverness until he spotted the mistakes in her quote. "Though-" He couldn't help but correct her. "this knave came something saucily-" he said but then misdirected the quote on purpose when he chased her hips. "All we need to know is that he came hard-" before he could even finish, she'd cut him off with a harmless smack to his arm.

Pedro moaned obscenely. "Harder." He begged and started laughing because he'd made her scream in horror. They laughed so much that they both squirmed over each other. He had to hold his abs to lessen the soreness.

"Nononono." She shook her head against his shoulder, totally overwhelmed and hiding her gasping breath behind her hands when she got up. "I can't- I... no, I don't have it in me." Pedro's chuckles ebbed away along with the tears he had spilt and they calmed down, finally.

He grinned at her, not finished messing with her. "Yeah, I know, say what you want. You're still mine to with as I please, collar or no collar." He waved the facts in front of her nose like a treat he knew she wanted so desperately.

She promptly pushed his hand away along with a sound of mild frustration, pinning both his wrists onto the mattress and pressing them down. "You think it's that easy? You're down, I've got you."

"That's cute." He chuckled, able to throw her around anytime.

Nini clicked her tongue, determined to push back. "Look at you, acting all bossy in the bedroom but the truth is, you're such a simp for me in a relationship and it's adorable." She singsonged, trying to provoke him and being nearly successful. His smile evaporated.

No matter how right she was, she was being too bold, playing with fire. His hands balled into fists and he watched her observe his movements with a heavy gulp. She knew she went too far. Suddenly, he bared his teeth into a snarling grin but it was a seemingly useless attempt to warn her. "Careful, baby girl." He mused in a villainous act, dropping his voice.

"Or what?" Nini decided to be a brat, of course, just like he'd hoped. Her voice belittling him put him on edge. "Like I won't crush your head with my thighs in a minute, don't try me."

Pedro slipped for a second, hiding his smile because he was too damn proud of her for saying that. He needed to focus, play the game and fight for dominance with someone who was secretly desperate to be dominated. He had to earn it and it was thrilling, pumped the blood through his veins and straight to his cock.

"So," he began. "You want to be a little brat today, tell me if I'm wrong." She smirked, a witty comeback on her lips already forming. "You could say you're wrong most of the time." She replied and stuck her tongue out at the sight of his puzzled expression.

"Good." He said as he nodded. "Clever."

She beamed at him. "Yeah?" Pedro hummed out a 'yes' and suddenly, Nini cringed. "I'm in trouble, am I?" "Yep."

Before she could utter another word, he used her grip on his hands for leverage as he forced her off his body, letting her flop down onto the bed without cushioning her.

Pedro was on her in less than a second, straddling her and hooking his index finger into her necklace. He pulled her face up, closer to his lips, though her hands closed around the charm to protect it. "All fun and games until things get serious, right?" He spoke towards her lips, voice coated in mirth. When she shivered and squirmed beneath him, not even a tilt of his head could make her speak up. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He let her fall down and traced his thumb over her bottom lip, dipping in and wetting her lips messily before he pushed into her hot mouth. He pressed it down onto her tongue and let her suck, enjoying the tight closeness. He smirked as she moaned around him and couldn't help herself from rubbing her thighs together to chase any kind of friction.

"See? Good girl." He praised her gentle sucking. He tried to stay patient when she stared up at him through her eyelashes.

He could feel her pull him in, a magnetic pull that invited him to make her take only as much as he would give. She didn't even breathe but he watched her pupils dilate right under his gaze as he removed his thumb from her mouth and ran a wet trail of saliva down her chin and neck. He let out a deep sigh. "I have to admit... I really like your necklace-" His fingers traced her throat and her necklace moved up when he applied the tiniest bit of pressure with his thumb. "-but it looks even better with my hand around it."

He looked down at her and watched her shyness blossom into a furious blush. "I'd like t-" She began but sucked in a tiny, desperate gasp when he grabbed her in a choke hold and held her down. A tiny, excited squeak escaped her lips and she could barely refrain from giggling as she pressed her lips together.

He talked down at her in a soft voice. "Yes, you'd love to be put in place and you'd thank me for it." He took the liberty to finish the sentence for her. Their pieces of glass connected while his fingers wound around her neck. The feeling of the calm before the storm made her close her eyes and smile. Her heart was racing beneath his fingers but she never looked more content. The defiance, the trust she put in him was delicious. He held the gem-like glass pieces closely together when he kept her delicate neck in his grasp. He promptly raised his eyebrows when the corner of her mouth twitched. Ah, there it was.

"Nyeh, all bark, no bite." Nini challenged him, knowing how soft he really was for her.

He smiled, ideas about all the things he could do to her forming in his obsessed mind and she barely knew it. Pedro let her go and moved off the bed and a moment of uncertainty washed across her features. Slowly, he began to loosen the buttons of his sleeve and roll it up his arm. "We both know how this really ends." He tried to remind her in a casual but deft tone, rock hard and ready to play.

She let out an intrigued sound. "Pray tell." She demanded, voice dripping with desire while he finished off his sleeve for her. Nini was only poorly masking her nerves. He could watch the turmoil inside her battling within.

He moved to roll his other sleeve up, glancing down at her. "With me reminding you of who's really in charge and with you... preferably on your knees." He made himself sound dissatisfied with her and knew exactly what he was doing. Pedro gave her 'the look' the one that should make her listen. "Or what did you think you'd get for being bratty?" Okay, Pedro thought. Power play? This was new but it somehow came more than natural to him and he knew he wouldn't stop when all he seemed to get was positive reactions.

Nini's fingers tightened into the sheets to hide the tremble in them but he was not surprised to see her roll her eyes at him. "Uuuuh, I'm scared." She blew a raspberry at him and Pedro found himself both amused, annoyed and terribly aroused.

"Is that your answer?" Pedro asked, leaning forward as he smiled devilishly. He made her wait for his next move.

She had propped herself back onto her elbows when his knee came to rest on the mattress and his attempt to climb between her legs was thwarted when she placed one foot onto his chest. She tutted at him when he couldn't get to her. "I thought angels were supposed to be nice?" The sweet-voiced girl mocked him with a disappointment pout. She cooed at him tauntingly, batting her eyelashes and he felt himself getting a little more impatient.

"Wasn't I the archangel who keeps those in check who overstep their boundaries?" He softly stroked his finger up her ankle and calf and snapped his eyes back up to hers.

"Ffff-uck." she cursed before she pierced her bottom lip with her teeth. Her entire body shook with nervous giggles.

Pedro hummed at the cuss word. "You're mouth, both the best and worst thing about you, songbird." He told her lovingly while she tried to control her heavy breathing. He watched a moment of pure joy wash over her face when he tried to move her leg again but she pressed her foot up into his chest to stop him from crawling forward.

"You don't want me to continue?" He cocked his head. "Honey, we can stop. Do you want us to stop?" Pedro asked gently, worried about her wellbeing and comfort first most.

"Are you fine with this?" Nini asked and he took a step back to reflect and pat his chest, feeling a lot more conscious. He'd never hurt her even though he knew her tastes ran a bit darker sometimes.

"We started out as so unproblematic, what happened?" He replied, more to himself. "But yeah, I'm fine, are you?"

Her answer was a mere, inaudible breath on her lips as she looked down and he found it was curious how much he loved it when her act finally cracked and she revealed her desires. It was way too silently spoken, consent was key.

"What was that?" Gleaming eyes met intimidated ones when she still didn't answer. Nini swallowed thickly and he raised his eyebrow at her. "I asked you a question." He reminded her, a bit more threatening and closed his fingers around her ankle, one by one.

"Yes, I said, yes!" "Yes, what?" "I don't want you to stop, I've never been more turned on in my fucking life, you sexy bastard!" She cursed at him and he leaned back in surprise at the flattery.

Pedro had held her leg immovable and enjoyed the kind of power he had over her, lusted after the sweet sounds she made when she came undone by him. He wanted to hear them soon, very soon. "You are-" Pedro towered over, staring her down in a way that made her press her hips further against the mattress. "-running your mouth, looking all cute and shit with your fucking attitude." He finished his sentence and almost smiled when furthermore received a heated moan from her and slap to the mattress. "Are you done?" He asked in regard to her temper.

"Don't pretend you don't like it, big boy. You know, what?" She made an excited face. "I don't think I am." If what she wanted was to rile him up, it was working.

He wasn't satisfied with that answer, nor the nickname. "You've gotta stop being so difficult, baby." She had him longing to hear the music of her begging him to do something about it and he'd fulfil her wish, he could do that.

She challenged him but the smirk on her lips betrayed her, mean side on full display. Pedro knew she'd draw the final straw when she opened her pretty little mouth. "Yeah? Make me."

With that, she had pushed him over the edge. "Okay, that's it." Suddenly, he threw her foot off his chest. He truly lived for the moment her eyes widened and a little squeak escaped her when he yanked her to the edge of the bed by her ankles. He pulled her up and hoisted a laughing woman over his shoulder. "Hey, you-" Her protest was interrupted when he spanked her mid-walk. A high yelp escaped her, followed by a delicious moan and a curse. Pedro broke character and laughed with her as he aimed for bed number five.

End notes:

I wish this was a smutfic, I would have INDULGED in writing this but alas... this is me trying to be respectful, *furious groan*

Part 20

Translation notes:

(sp): mi cielo - (eng): my sky

(sp): hermosita - (eng): little beauty

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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This is so minuscule and lame but I like to think Pedro would be the type of man that would always make sure he’s holding your hand or has his hand on your waist / back for all scenarios

Like when he has to walk ahead of you, he puts his hand behind his back with a little grabby motion for you to hold onto

Or if you let go of his hand, he frowns

If you need to pass through a crowd, he guides you with his hand on your lower back

He’s such a goofball and sweetheart it’s hard NOT to think of these little things 🫣

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

You got out of the limo a little after Pedro who waited for you on the curb. You thank the driver and follow behind Pedro who started walking down the red carpet. You watched his heels and he put his hands behind his back, waving his fingers.

You smile and walk a little faster, grabbing his hand and he brings you next to him. You walk with him and stand in front of the background, his hand holding onto your waist with your hand on top of his.

Pedro bent down to whisper in your ear, hand moving to your lower back, very low. "There's thousands of people here, but you're the only one who took everyone's breath away" He pulls his head up and you smile at him, rolling your eyes.

"You say that every red carpet, Pedro"

"Because it's true" He winks and you shake your head, giving him a quick kiss before you two walked further down the red carpet, and you two were sent to an interviewer.

You held a microphone with your right hand and Pedro's hand in your left, putting your hands behind your back as you two spoke to the interviewer. Midway through, you dropped your hand with Pedro's to move your hair out of your face and Pedro visibly pouted.

Pedro placed his hand on your butt, rubbing up to your back. You two finished the interview and walked away, Pedro's eyes still sad. "Is it because I fixed my hair?" The corner of his mouth curled up. "Pedro it was stuck to my lip gloss!"

"Excuses, excuses. You don't love me" He sighed dramatically and you laugh, stopping when you hit a pile of people. You look up at Pedro and he nods, his hand firmly on your back with his right hand gesturing forward. He kept you close to him as he excused you two through the crowd, making sure you weren't stepped on or bumped.

Once you two made it through the crowd, you moved your fingers in between his, Pedro smiling at you and kissing you before taking you inside. "Do you want a drink?" He whispered in your ear and you smile.

"Wine" You whisper and he hums, knowing what wine did to you. "I think later, you're going to start feeling sick and have to go home, and I'll have to be your nurse"

"I think.. my stomach is hurting now. You better take me to the bathroom and help me feel better" He winked but failed, making you laugh and kiss him all over his cheek. "Is there lipstick all over my face?"

"My kiss marks, yes"

"Perfect" He grabs your chin and kisses you again, heading to the bar to get you both a drink. You took sneaky pictures of him then when he caught you, then pictures of the both of you. "Send me all of those, one of them will be my new wallpaper" He mumbled into your shoulder and you smile, rubbing his thigh.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal blurb #pedro pascal blurbs #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal imagines #rpf #actor rpf #real person fiction

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free-for-all-fics · 8 months

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The Ultimate Masterlist of Masterlists!

All of my multifandom prompts and random thoughts and ideas gathered in one place for readers and writers to use and enjoy! Original masterlist was getting kinda long so I figure this condensed version would be easier to navigate and less cluttered. 💜

Black Panther 2

Bridgerton

Interview with the Vampire

Kdramas

Marvel/DC

Miscellaneous

Musicals

Oldies but Goodies

Pedro Pascal and Characters

Real Person Fanfiction

Slashers and Horror

Writing Rules/Blog Q&A

#masterlist #my masterlist #will be added to over time

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 1 year

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i saw your discussion post about hypersexualization and i wanted to give my two cents on it since it sounded interesting and ive had this internal conversation with myself on the ethics of it.

going on anon but the only necessary things to know about myself are that:

1) i write and draw fanart of these people that are both sfw and nsfw

2) im somewhere in the aromantic-asexual spectrum

in an objective sense, these idols and artists are definitely being hypersexualized by many fans. there are many who thirst, who definitely try and chase to see the idols in more skin and tight fitting clothes not just for the aesthetic appeal but also because it satiates an inner sexual desire. imho this isnt limited to kpop since celebrities of different backgrounds and industries get similar treatment (exhibit a: pedro pascal) but to be very real, its super prominent in kpop.

i find that bit unfortunate. whenever i consume official content from the kpop artists that i love and admire, i always try to consume them in ethical ways and i always want to humanize them. thats why i always think twice when i buy merchandise directly from stores because im very critical about capitalism and consumerism (im not getting into that now though lol). i genuinely only think that its a real danger or that lines are being crossed when these fantasies are trying to be realized or brought to light in front of the artist. thats why i cringe at fanservice and adjacent things: youre pushing your y/n fantasies on the artist when i feel like you should know if theyre even comfortable about it first. :/

where the lines start to blur is when we talk about rpf (real person fiction) ethics. i personally engage in rpf and even rpf nsfw, which probably should contradict what i just said earlier: i think its a little more different than that. whenever im in these spaces, its like a switch turns because at this point, i dont see any of the “idols” as the artists, but instead i see these as characters based on their onstage personas. does that make sense? for example, if im reading mingi smut, i see the “mingi” in this story as a completely separate entity from kpop boy group rapper song mingi from real life, and this “mingi” is instead a character who shares his name and onstage traits but is altered in many ways. in the same vein, i feel less comfortable reading idol!aus because it seems too grounded in reality when i generally mentally and emotionally separate the two things. these characters in my head and personal interpretation of the fics and art that i create and consume are just versions of the personas and characters that these idols play up onstage. honestly, lets face it—mingi in ateez’s lore universe is a character and not a true reflection of mingi, so in the same vein, the versions of mingi that i write and draw about are characters who are explicitly not reflections of how i see mingi in real life.

thats why in concerts and fanmeetings, no matter how close i am to interacting with these people, i never behave out of my limits as a fan. i always separate fandom or at least this subset of fandom from its source aka real life. i read a quote somewhere where an artist commented on fanfiction (i cant for the life of me remember who said this, i think hes from a rock band, oh my god im so sorry) where he said something along the lines of “its not something i should see since its not made for me, its made by fans for my fans.” that quote stuck with me becauss, even if other artists such as kpop idols may perceive this differently and may not be as comfortable with fanfiction and such, the objective point stands that this should be “from fans for fans,” and not “from fans for the artists and their fans to actually get together and smooch.”

sorry this is long! just wanted to chime in. have a nice day :)

Hey, im just about to go to bed so I can't give a detailed response to this but the points you make are very valid and I'm grateful that you sent posted this in.

I'm going to pop a pin in this and then can you just sent through again on the 1st of May so I can add it to the discussion?

Thank you, and if you want to DM about this. That's okay too.

#whatudowhennooneseesyou anon asks #whatudowhennooneseesyou answered asks

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aureutr · 2 years

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I'm not going to bother posting in the tag because the people who need to hear it either already have me blocked or aren't willing to listen. People don't like introspection and considering that they might be mistaken. I'm taking a Tumblr break after this, though I doubt I'll get a response that isn't moving goalposts or more of the same arguments verbatim.

Here we go.

"Dark" Dinluke tropes aren't inherently racist and a lot of the nonsense that's being posted is performative allyship at best and blatant bullying at worst. Or both.

Like, I get it to a degree. The world sucks right now and so many of us feel powerless. As though nothing we can do matters. So it's tempting to go after a target you can actually reach. Like fanfic authors. This is not new or unique to Dinluke. This happens constantly in fandom. Hell, ask the Reylos.

Someone will make a bunch of posts about something they don't like. Except it's not enough to dislike it, they have to have Morally Pure reasons why it's Bad and Evil. It's racist or it's abusive or whatever else.

In Dinluke's case what I can tell is it boils down to A) Pedro Pascal is a POC and B) noncon and general dark fics are always making the POC the bad guy.

Pedro is a white Latino. I've spoken to a few Latine/Latinx people about this because when the first accusations came down my reaction was "oh no, am I unknowingly promoting something racist?" because that's what you should do when confronted with something new. Dig into it and ask people who are actually affected by the issue, if they are willing to lend their time to help you grow.

The overwhelming answer was "What? No. What are they talking about?" While a handful of people cannot speak for an entire demographic, I think they speak louder than the "allies" going on about "racist" tropes.

Plus it's pretty gross to twist someone's actual racial and ethnic identity for your own ends.

As for the second point...the "aggressor" in dark content is.......typically the fandom designated top.

That's it. It happens over and over across dozens of fandoms. You don't have to enjoy any of that content (which is actually tagged really well because the authors want their audience to be able to find it) but it doesn't mean there's some racist conspiracy behind it.

For me, personally, I like BDSM. And in fiction, it can be fascinating or freeing to push past boundaries that are critically important in real life.

Because it's not real. It's fictional. I understand that people who don't share my interests are not always willing or capable of separating the concept of real world rape from fictional noncon, but it sure is tiring to see all the time.

I also love Star Wars, not just Dinluke. And alternate character interpretations. There's so much room to go "ok let's assume X, then what happens??" That's what I love about fanfiction. Hell, my Dinluke week fic is a further exploration on "if Din was Force sensitive when Death Watch saved him and Maul 'adopted' him, then what?"

I love the "then what?" and am not interested in being stuffed into a box because people can't handle the idea of things outside their comfort zone existing. There is no grand conspiracy to trick you into reading stuff.

You're allowed to dislike something. You don't have to make up reasons why it's racist. You aren't solving a real problem. You're just bullying real, breathing people.

I am so disappointed in the number of people I had respect for who only needed the smallest excuse and an "acceptable target" to turn nasty.

Anyway, I'm sure this will be read with reasonable minds and definitely not picked apart looking for a tiny phrase that can be twisted into more bullying.

#make more of what you enjoy #ignore what you don't #block if you can't ignore #it's fandom 101 #ready for my crucifiction I guess

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mari-delia · 1 year

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Request Guidelines

Last Edited: May 13, 2023

Hello! My name is Mari Delia. I have been writing stories recreationally for four years now. I have recently started posting my stories since this year's March. I recently made this tumblr so that I have a place to post one-shots, headcanons, mini-series, and more. Now, my full series is over on Wattpad. Currently, I am making slow updates to that story since I am sick. We don’t exactly know what I am sick with, but it’s been going on for three years, which is why I am slow at writing. It’s why I started to post my writings, because there isn’t much I can do anymore. This at least gives me a sense of productivity through it all. In this post, I will go over the rules I have for requesting stories. I must say that I am very strict about these rules. I will also be going over which fandoms I write for. I will only accept requests for one-shots and headcanons.

My Rules

Rule #1: Understand that I have my own private life. I have a family to care for, a job to do, and, as previously stated, I am sick as well. I need to care for myself too, which is why I am slow at writing stories.

Rule #2: I will not write about real people. As lovely as I think Pedro Pascal and Tom Hiddleston are, I don’t want to be writing about them. They’re real people with real lives, and some of those people aren’t comfortable with fanfiction being written about them. I feel like I would be speculating about their lives, invading their privacy, and we don’t always know if they’re comfortable with that. A character is one thing; a real person is another.

Rule #3: I don’t really feel comfortable writing smut one-shots. Well, it’s not that I'm personally uncomfortable with it; I just don’t like writing smut one-shots. If I do post one, it was on my own account.

Rule #4: I am more than fine with writing any pairing, although I will not write a trans character as my main character. I myself am not a transgender person, so I will not be able to truly understand their struggles. I do not want to offend anybody with that, but a lot of the stories I have written have had transgender characters in them; they're just not main characters. I don’t want to portray their struggles incorrectly or write falsely about those absolutely lovely people.

Rule #5: You can use my ask box to send in requests because I’m pretty sure that it’s open. Make sure to specify which character from the list I have, what idea you have, and whatever else you think I should know about it. Whether it’s a ship or a reader insert

Rule #6: I am open to trying basically any character pairing as long as it does not involve incest, minor, or adult relationships and follows my rules.

Rule #7: I refuse to write scenes about the topics of rape, suicide, eating disorders, self-harm, heart attacks, strokes, or CPR. I am willing to write about these topics.

Fandoms and Characters

Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

Prince Friedrich

Edwina Sharma

Kate Sharma

Derry Girls

Claire Devlin

James Maguire

Michelle Mallon

Orla McCool

Father Peter

Erin Quinn

Doctor Who

9th Doctor

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

12th Doctor

13th Doctor

Jenny Flint

Captain Jack Harkness

Martha Jones

Yasmin Khan

Donna Noble

Clara Oswald

Amy Pond

Bill Potts

Ryan Sinclair

Sarah-Jane Smith

River Song

Rose Tyler

Madame Vastra

Rory Williams

Enola Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Gilmore Girls

Colin

Luke Danes

Finn

Dean Forester

Paris Geller

Lorelai Gilmore

Rory Gilmore

Logan Huntzberger

Lane Kim

Jess Mariano

Gotham

Harvey Bullock

Oswald Cobblepot

Tabitha Galavan

Butch Gilzean

James Gordan

Fish Mooney

Edward Nygma

Lee Tompkins

Jeremiah Valeska

Jerome Valeska

Victor Zsasz

Harry Potter

Sirius Black

Hermione Granger

Barty Crouch Jr.

Neville Longbottom

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy

Lily Potter

Harry Potter

James Potter

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Narcos

Horacio Carrillo

Steve Murphy

Javier Peña

Outer Banks

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Kiara Carrera

Pope Heyward

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

Peaky Blinders

Grace Burgess

Luca Changretta

Johnny Dogs

Michael Gray

Polly Gray

Ada Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Finn Shelby

John Shelby

Thomas Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Ragnarok

Isolde

Fjor Jutul

Vida Jutul

Ran Jutul

Saxa Jutul

Laurits Seier

Magne Seier

Shadow and Bone

Kaz Brekker

Wylan Van Eck

Jesper Fahey

Inej Gafa

Matthias Hevlar

Tamar Kir-Bataar

Aleksander Kirigan/Aleksander Morozova

Nikolai Lantsov

Zoya Nazyalensky

Malyen Orestev

Genya Safin

Alina Starkov

Tolya Yul-Bataar

Nina Zenik

Stranger Things

Alexei

Argyle

Robin Buckley

Joyce Byers

Johnathan Byers

Will Byers

Eleven

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Dustin Henderson

Jim Hopper

Max Mayfield

Eddie Munson

Lucas Sinclair

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

Torchwood

Gwen Cooper

Captain Jack Harkness

Owen Harper

Ianto Jones

Toshiko Sato

I will be editing this list on occasion. Whenever I do I will make a blog post to notify people about it. Now, have a good night.

~ M.D. on May 13, 2023

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fictionismyreality · 2 years

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Hello, this is me.

So, people, this is it. This is me. I don't want to tell too much about me, because I am shy and a private person. But in the last months I found comfort in the tumblr community even though I was just a lurker from the sideline. I want this to change. I don't want to go in 100% from now on, but I want to be out there a bit more. I need a place for comfort and I unfortunately reached a point where it isn't enough to consume anymore. I need to vent. I need to speak. I need to voice what lays heavy on my heart and soul. Maybe someone will react, maybe not. I do not care for now. I just need to put some thoughts out there.

So yeah, this is me. You can call me L (pun intended for everyone out there who loves 80s music), I am thirty years old, single and sometimes really frustrated about that. Sometimes, that one special person is missing at my side. I try to be a feminist, everyday, but sometimes I am failing miserably. That is when I turn to Tumblr. I was always someone who found comfort in fiction. But sometimes, escaping the real world into a different one is not enough. Sometimes, you need to be wrapped inside something that feels familiar, just for you. The Tumblr community I watched silently from afar helped me a lot. It is time now that I join this community more actively. So, what can you expect from this blog? Mostly sad thoughts and random thoughts, just that same millenial sad girl stuff we all know and seek and flee from.

I also want to write Fanfiction. Since Pedro Pascal unknowingly was the person who was there for me on screen the last couple of months, my heart and soul belongs to him right now - fictionswise. Since he is inseparable from his space sister Oscar Isaac, I am thinking about writing for his characters as well.

I used to write RPF, but I do not feel comfortable with it anymore (this is a personal decision, no judgement for anyone consuming. I know how comforting it can be).

Also, all my xfemale characters will be midsize/plussize, since I identify as that. English is not my native language, just so you are prepared for bumby sentences and slightly wrong word choices. I am sorry in advance, feel free to correct if I write totally wrong :) If you have any questions - ask away! I hope I will find time to work myself into tumblr and build my blog like so many talented people out there do. I admire your work and dedication and cannot wait to meet you. L.

#hello i'm new here #this is me #random thoughts #pedro pascal

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