#pedro pascal x actress!reader
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Okay . What about pedro × reader
Hear me out ...
They are dating for a few months but keeping it a secret the reader is also an actress and in her new movie her Co star is into her and with the interviews everyone is talking about in in social media . So pedro gets jealous and show up at her work ... maybe they fight or idk . I'm not sure about the ending
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!reader
Summary: Pedro’s jealous of one of your co-stars
Warnings: a tiny bit of angst because I didn’t feel like doing a lot, and allusion to smut
A/n: why do yall like jealous Pedro so much!?
Pedro was not a jealous man, he knew you were his, just like he was yours.
He didn't mind the stares you'd attract from other men, he didn't mind the shameless flirting everyone always directed your way, and he didn't even mind having to see you kiss other men on screen... but there's a limit to everything.
He'd stumbled by accident in the comment section of your most recent post, a picture with the cast of the new movie you were shooting, and god if he wished he hadn't.
He meant to write a cute comment, because even though nobody knew about you two, nobody ever seemed to notice the borderline flirty words he'd leave under your pictures, and now he understood why.
He wasn't completely oblivious to the online conspiracies about you and Andrew, you had told him about it, about all the edits and fans and ships or whatever, however, there was a small detail you had forgotten to inform him about: the guy obviously liked you.
And who could blame him right?
Pedro. He could fucking blame him.
It didn't take long before he was furiously stalking his own girlfriend's Instagram.
you look stunning darling
Darling? When the fuck did he start calling you that?
I think I just had a heart attack
Oh, fuck off
And that wasn't even the worst part. Fuck no. The worst part was the fucking videos. the interviews. The way his eyes never left your fucking body. The way he touched your hand and lingered just enough for him to notice. the way he didn't even try to hide his pathetic attempts at flirting even when he knew he was being fucking filmed.
By the time Pedro shut his phone, he was ready to go have a “talk” with this guy
But first, he needed to see you. Now.
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"God please if it's Gary tell him that I don't need to practice that scene again, I got it." you rolled your eyes as you instructed your assistant to open the trailer's door after hearing a knock.
"sure thing, but I don't think he can be so easily persuad-" her voice trailed off as she took in the man in front of her.
"Hi" she smiled at Pedro "It's-it's not Gary" she shot you a look.
"what, who is it?" you asked, momentarily forgetting the lipstick in your hand as you got up.
"Pedro?"
"hi sweetheart"
"what are you doing here?" you couldn't hide your confusion.
"Just wanted to see you," he said, entering the trailer.
"Oh," you smiled, before glancing at your assistant "I'm sorry Ana, could you give us a moment?"
"no problem, but remember you need to be on set in '15"
"yes ma'am" You joked, giving her a pretend salute.
She chuckled as she closed the door behind her.
"they have you on a tight schedule huh?" Pedro murmured, wasting no time before wrapping his arms around your back, forcing you flush against him.
"they do" you nodded, standing on your toes "So you're not gonna get what you came all this way for" you taunted, leaving a quick kiss on his lips.
He grunted, unsatisfied, and pulled you back for another kiss. This one much hungrier.
"Is that what you think I only think about?"
"well you don't make much of a case for yourself" you laughed softly.
"that's your fault" he breathed "If you weren't the most stunning woman on earth maybe I wouldn't be so all over you"
"maybe" you shrugged, lazily drawing patterns on his chest "Maybe not"
"I need to talk to you," he said, suddenly more serious.
A cloud of dread dropped onto you.
"oh," you murmured, taking a step back "about what?"
He looked around the place before finding your eyes again.
"I want to tell everyone"
You frowned
"I want to tell people we're together"
You were taken aback.
He was always the one opposed to it. He didn't want you to get caught in all the drama and gossip inevitably heading your way, no matter how many times you told him you didn't care.
"What?" you smiled "Why- I mean why now?"
"I want everyone to know you're mine. And I'm yours" he said " including Andrew"
You shot him a look "Andrew?"
"You didn't tell me he's obsessed with you"
"what? He's not"
"he is baby,"
"how would you even know?"
"I saw it"
"When? You've never met him"
"I saw the comments, and the interviews, and the videos"
"And you think just because in an interview he did what? made me laugh, he likes me?" you scoffed "That's ridiculous Pedro"
"I don't want to tell everyone we're together just because you're jealous of a guy I work with,"
"that's not why I want to tell sweetheart" he reassured you, taking a step towards you " I want everyone to know just how much I love you, that's why. And if that means that guys like Andrew will back off... even better"
"He's not into me" you insisted
A sly smile pulled at his lips "God baby, you really have no idea what you do to men, do you?"
"He's not into me."
"Sure" he mocked "and tell me, when was the last time he didn't do something you asked him?" He asked, moving some hair out of your face.
An almost comical silence spread through the room.
"That's what I thought" he nodded, using his fingers to raise your chin.
"Maybe he's just polite"
He leaned closer, his mouth ghosting yours "Or maybe he's just in love with my girl" he breathed a moment before kissing you deeply, one hand to the back of your neck and one to your ass.
"so what do you say?" he asked once you parted "You ready to tell the world?"
"Only if you are"
"oh you have no idea" he murmured, suddenly picking you up and pinning you against a wall.
A small gasp fled your lips, but he silenced it with a kiss.
"Pedro..." you warned him, tightening your legs' grip on his waist.
"they can wait" he read your mind "You're the start after all"
You couldn't help but laugh at that.
"you're a bad influence" you breathed, causing a smirk to land on his lips as he kissed your neck.
"sweetheart?" he suddenly asked
"Yeah?" you murmured, already out of breath.
"Whose trailer is next to this one?"
You paused a moment, pondering your options.
"Andrew's" you finally spoke, going for the truth “Why?”
By the look of it, that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.
“Baby,I think you know why”
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Meeting Pedro at the Oscar’s after party 👀 maybe he invites you back for drunk food hehe, a dream.
Hope this fits your vision !! I loved writing more Pedro, being a CONSENT KING here.
CW: Age gap, drinking, making out, sexual tension.
The night had felt like a fever dream, especially when you got to the after party and you got even closer to all these celebrities. Your movie hadn’t won, but you were still thankful to be there as a young and upcoming actress. You felt loved.
The lights were colorful, the music was loud. The bodies danced, the glitter of their dresses and the striking white of their shirts shining through the dim lighting. You had come with your costar, but had somehow lost her in the crowd.
A man you didn’t recognize at first waved at you. He had greying curly hair, a patchy beard and wore thick black glasses. When your vision finally adjusted, you recognized Pedro Pascal. You had talked to him a few times, as you had found yourselves in the same parties in the last months.
You went up to him with a smile and pulled him for a tight hug. His big hands rested on your shoulders; he was always so respectful.
“Congrats on the nomination, you must be so proud.” He had to talk pretty close to your ear and pretty loud for you to hear it.
“I still can’t believe it. You did great when you presented tonight!”
“I was so fucking nervous…” He admitted, stroking the back of his head. “Can I get you a drink? Do you need to sit down?”
“Yes and yes. Those heels are killing me. And I can’t wait to take off that dress.”
You were wearing a beautiful black dress. The long skirt was made of fluffy tulle and the top was a corset, the bottom of it made of mesh with beautiful embroidery. You had gold heels that matched your jewelry.
He laughed. “Go sit there, darling, I’ll get you a drink.”
You took a seat and took off your heels to massage your red feet as you waited for Pedro. He was such a gentleman, you didn’t mind spending more time with him. He came back with two red wine glasses, that you drank over a conversation.
**
Maybe the third glass was too much for you to handle. Pedro was also tispy, but you were far worse than him. Maybe you had danced close to him. Maybe you had shaken your butt against him. You weren’t sure if you had dreamed it in your drunken state.
“Was thinking of heading home and ordering food, you in?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” You winked clumsily, which made him laugh.
**
Once at his place, you two ordered junk food and waited in his living room.
“Take off your dress, I’ll give you spare clothes.”
“Jeez, take me to dinner first, Pedro.”
He laughed, cheeks red, before he held your hand and brought you to his room. He pulled out an oversized t-shirt from his drawers and gave it to you. You turned around to let him help you undo your corset that was crushing your ribs. You felt his fingers brush the skin of your back lightly as he pushed your hair out of the way, which made you shiver.
“I’ll give you some space and change elsewhere.”
Your blurred mind wanted to tell him to stay, but you managed to keep your mouth shut.
You stepped off your dress when he closed the door behind him and replaced it with an oversized Lakers shirt. It stopped at your thighs.
When you went back to the living room, Pedro was already sitting on the couch, wearing more laid-back clothes. He managed not to stare at your thighs and your body, but all failed when you climbed on his lap. There was barely any fabric between your two bodies.
He put his strong hands on your shoulders, like to keep you away. You pouted.
“You’re very drunk. And I’m very old.”
“Also very hot. ”
Maybe the strength of his arm had gave in or maybe his willpower to push you away disappeared. He wanted this; he couldn’t lie to himself. His body was reacting to the attention you were giving him.
Your mouth met his in a hungry kiss. His hands rested on your waist, resisting the urge to pull at the fabric you were wearing. You rested your hands on his rough cheeks as you deepened the kiss. You were heating up, and you clearly felt his arousal through the thin pajama pants he was wearing.
“Okay okay, let’s calm down, food’s coming…” He said between kisses and drunken giggles.
You let go of his mouth finally, but instead, your red painted lips found his throat, where tension was making a vein pop out more. You felt him breathe heavily under you.
His phone rang, indicating that your food was at the front. You finally had to let go, letting your clumsy body slump on his couch. You weren’t hungry for food anymore.
You watched as Pedro got out to get the pizza you ordered. When he came back, he laid the pizza on the table in the kitchen and joined you at your initial spot, sitting beside you when you gave him some space.
“You want pizza?”
“M’not really hungry for food anymore.”
He was trying really hard to be good about this.
“Look, honey… Let’s wait until you’re not drunk and see if you still want this.” The actor spoke softly, not trying to look like he was rejecting you.
“Okay…”
“We’ll eat and get you to sleep.”
**
The next morning, you had woken up in Pedro’s bed, still all dressed up in his clothes. When he felt you move, he turned around to look at you with a sleepy smile and tired, soft eyes.
“You still want this?” He asked, voice raspy from sleep.
As an answer, you threw one of your legs around him to bring him closer, your lips trapping his in a passionate kiss.
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Ay Pedritooo
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader
Summary: Moments in which fans saw how good of a pair Pedro and Y/n is.
Date: October 2013
Warnings: paparazzi cause they’re shit, age gap (still platonic, Are they though? 🤨), hitting
A/n: YAYYY new fic!! Posted this a little later than my usual time but at least I got to share this with you guys already. 😊
THE OFFICIAL COMPILATION OF PEDRO PASCAL AND Y/N L/N'S MAJOR SIGHTINGS OF 2013
P.s. Not really major sightings just those of my fave Pedrito and little ducky videos and the last one cause I like what he did despite hating paps.
Vid 1: A fan run-in while buying drinks at the airport. March 2013
The video began with the camera facing the fan, who seemed to be in a state of shock. She was seen gasping and standing stiff at whatever she was seeing.
“I’m not-“ she began gulping while covering her mouth in shock. “I’m not joking guys, I’m gonna fucking cry, Im gonna,” she tells the camera while looking at the same spot since the video started.
“Guys look, look, look, look, I cannot think of anything at the moment Oh my GOD,” she says as she flips the camera and the one and only Pedro Pascal was shown.
“Ask where they’re going, you might be on the same flight.” Her friend told her jokingly to calm her down.
“ Can I? Can I go there? Can-can I say hi?” She asked before hesitating and walking closer
Her friend nudges her and brings her phone up to record and capture her friend's sudden meet and greet. As the friend was seen walking towards Pedro, Y/n was slowly entering the camera and then stood next to Pedro before pointing at something from the variety of drinks in the freezer.
“Oh my gosh! oh my gosh, they’re together!! On a trip!! Ahh, Pedro’s here what do I do” the fan ranted as she debated whether to go up to them. Seeing her friend slowly panicking she tries to calm her down and warn her, telling her to lower her voice as they were a mere 5 ft away from them so whatever she was saying can be heard. And if luck wasn’t with them, it was evident, because Y/N was seen looking behind for a bit before pulling Pedro down to whisper something. Pedro was seen ever slowly nodding before looking towards the two girls and waving, making the girls release soft shrieks that can be heard in the video.
Gathering up her confidence, the fan walked closer and asked if she can take a picture with Pedro, to which he nodded with a small smile and moved them out of the way to let other people pass. She tries to hand her phone to her friend, but since she was the one recording and her other hand was carrying their bag she can’t.
A soft, ”I can take the picture for you guys,“ was heard before the camera pans to you who was already reaching for the camera with a smile.
ahh, y/n’s so sweet, and the way she told Pedro that a fan was walking up to him. girlllll! you be doing one for us Pedro girlies to imagine stuff.
In shock both girls can only nod and before they knew it a couple of pictures were already taken. The fan was seen facing Pedro to say something to him but she froze as her mind and body still can’t process that she was seeing her idol.
Pedro who sees her state softly asks, “Hey, hey, are you ok? You want something to drink?”. The girl was only able to respond with a nod and shaking her head sideways to answer the second question. With that, the fan leaned closer in an attempt for a hug and to her surprise Pedro accepted immediately, to show his appreciation and to calm the starstruck fan down.
You were then seen on camera once more, but this time to return the phone to the friend who was recording before approaching the pair. You were seen trying to console the fan by telling her silly things and before you know it the fan got a hold of herself and was seen thanking Pedro and you.
Pedro was seen chatting with her for a bit more before you tapped him on the shoulder and told him something. Looking back at you he looks at his watch before mouthing the words “Wait for me,” before approaching both girls.
“Sorry, but it appears that our flight had started boarding and we really don’t want to be late, so if you could please excuse us it would be great. Also, F/n, thank you for your kind words earlier it’s deeply appreciated. Hoping we can cross paths somewhere again,” he said somewhat apologetically. The girls responded with short no’s and “it’s ok, we understand, hoping to see you soon too.”
The girls waved at the pair as they leave after checking their things out.
Vid 2: fans recorded a conversation between Pedro and y/n during their first trip to Amalfi Coast. July 2013
You were both sunbathing on one of the sun loungers placed near the shore on Amalfi Coast, you are seen laying on your stomach, in a bikini, reading a magazine while Pedro was sitting up, only in some beach shorts, trying to take look at the menu.
“Y/N!” Pedro screamed at your ear to grab your attention.
Jolting up, you hit him with your magazine and switched to lay on your back instead. “Ay Pedritoooooo, ¿qué quieres?” You asked him rather bothered that he interrupted your reading time.
Huffing, he looked at you through his sunglasses before handing you the menu. “I just wanted to ask you what drink you wanted from that stall over there,” he was seen pointing to the stall just a few feet away from them.
Turning to look, you squinted as it was too bright to see things clearly. Sighing, Pedro removes his sunglasses and calls out to you again.
“Hey ducky, look here,” he said to you and as you turned you were immediately greeted with a hand on your head and glasses fixed upon your nose. With a small smile, you lean up from where you were laying, to mess up his hair.
“Ahhhh, muchas gracias,” you said affectionately.
“ No hay problema, mi patito,” he said as he nudged you with the menu once again, and this time you took it and scanned the choices.
While waiting for you Pedro decided to lay on his own sun lounger, but not even a minute has passed since he’d lay down, and a lady was seen walking towards them carrying a tray filled with snacks. As soon as she nears them she immediately calls out to him.
“Mr Pascal? Am I right?” She asks
Confused, he sat up before looking towards their visitor.
“Yes, you’re right” He started out slowly and once it was confirmed it was him, the staff placed the tray down on the table near the chairs.
“Sorry but a friend of mine, who owns the stall at the very far end of the beach front is a really big fan of yours,” she said, rather ashamedly.
“But she’s too shy to approach you herself so she told me to tell you that she’s been a big fan of yours for years and she’s wishing that she can have the strength to come up to you soon,” she continued.
A little taken aback, he can only clear his throat before replying, “Oh thank you,.... for the support I mean.” He began nervously as he looked at you who was not paying attention to what was happening.
“Yes, thank you but you guys didn’t have to bring in the snacks, that’s a little too much from your end,” Pedro added while smiling up at the lady staff.
“No no, she insisted that I bring this to you for you to have a more relaxing day and she hopes that you’ve been enjoying your stay here.”
Pedro lets out a breathy laugh before replying with a small “thank you,” as he stands up and gives the lady a handshake.
Nodding the staff looks at him before saying a quick, “ Thank you for visiting our country Mr Pascal, hope you and the little lady have an enjoyable stay.” Then leaving all of a sudden.
It was seen that you perked up as soon as you were referred to as “the little lady”, so when the lady left you looked at Pedro, mouth agape.
“I’m a little what now?” You said confused.
Pedro began laughing at that and replied with a loud “Little Lady!! She called you a little lady HAHAHA”
“I mean she’s not wrong you are little, just not a lady.” he continued
Gasping loudly, you hit him again but this time with the menu, “If I’m not a lady then what am I??” You said with a small pout.
Laughing he pinched your pout, “ a duck, y/n, you are a little duck.”
You tried to look mad and offended but that didn’t last long because as soon as he cracked a small smile, both of you broke into a laughing mess.
Pedro was seen leaning down to rest his head on your stomach while being sat at the opposite sun lounger. You were still laughing when he did that so you opted on resting the menu on top of his head. That continued to be your position for a good minute and a half until you calmed down. You were seen ruffling his hair to make him look up at you before pointing to the menu in hand.
excuse me! !Mr. Pedro Pascal, what in the heavens am I watching. The glasses, the Spanish conversation, the nicknames, the position they are in, don’t tell me this is just to fill in a person’s physical touch need cause ahhh I can’t talk right now. And y/n living every Pedro girlies dream right now!!!! Also, the staff calling y/n a little lady, when she didn't recognize her.
“I’ll probably just have my usual, thank you for asking me though,” you said to him.
“Okayyyyy, buutttt,” he paused as he moved closer, “to spice things up I'm going to get you something they recommend, how ’bout that?” He said teasingly.
A combined snort and giggle were heard from you before you pushed him away.
“Why’d you ask me to choose then??” You asked with your eyes peering up at him as he stood up.
“I don’t know just wanted to ask you in case you liked something different, but you didn’t so I’m gonna do it for you,” he said full of confidence.
Pretending to be annoyed you hit him once again before giving up, “fine, just make sure it tastes good alright?”
In feigned offence it was his turn to ruffle up your hair, “Of course!!! I know what you like remember, I’ll just choose something I think you’d like don’t worry.”
You were seen nodding in response before Pedro was seen putting on a shirt and then walking towards the stall.
From afar, it was seen that a few bystanders, surely fans, approached Pedro for some pictures and autographs.
Pedro is that one sibling that asks if you own the snacks in the cabinet only telling you that they ate them already, but Pedro’s not really giving sibling vibes if you guys get me. is it just me but I find it weird and a little creepy that someone was able to record this whole video and post it online without being spotted, like ever.
Vid 3: Pedro was caught by paps outside of a restaurant. September 2013
The flashing of camera lights are what greeted Pedro as soon as he stepped out of the restaurant. Putting on a smile, the politely waved while lengthening his steps for him to reach his car at a faster time. But that was deemed impossible as the paps blocked his only path towards it.
Softly sighing to hide his annoyance he looked at them saying, “good evening, if you might create a path for me to walk through it would be appreciated,” as he tried to make way for himself.
“Sorry guys but I don’t want to be late for this, I really have to go. Come back another time.” He said as he found a space he can pass through.
The majority of the paps let him pass but a couple of them continued to trail him towards his car, bombarding him with questions along the lines of “why are you in such a hurry?” “you just have to answer some questions for us.” “Pedro, Pedro, Look here!!”
I fucking hate paps, but this video is only here cause he looked good, he was kind enough to entertain them after he was bombarded, and that look on his face when the reporter asked about the beach trip video.
Sighing for the nth time that night, he stopped and told them that he would ask a few questions before having to leave. The paparazzi nodded enthusiastically at that and began asking him simultaneously.
“Pedro!! Here, is a question. Why is it that you’re alone for dinner tonight? You’re usually seen with a friend or family what’s up?” The man asked loudly
Looking at the man he shook his head before answering, “I’m assuming the friend you’re asking about is either Sarah or y/n and all I can say is that-uh, their both busy, as well as I am and me being alone doesn’t really mean anything.”
“Here!! Look here,” the lady said with great effort. Looking to his left, he found the woman before nodding. “Pedro speaking of Y/n, have you heard of the rumours surrounding the both of you?”
And that caught his attention. It wasn’t that they were both inactive on the "World Wide Web", it’s just that they don’t really spend that much time searching themselves up just to find made-up stories and theories under their name.
Squinting his eyes he looked straight at her before asking “What rumors are you talking about?”
The paparazzi boomed at that question each of them answering the question on their own. Shushing the others he urged the woman to speak.
“ As I was saying, the rumours. The rumours that you guys are dating. It started after your trip to the Amalfi coast, a few months back. What can you say about that?”
With a knowing look on his face, Pedro can only shrug before moving on to another question. After entertaining a final question, he then ran to his car and drives away as soon as it started. Leaving the paparazzi with their own interpretations and theories on his answers and reactions.
A/N: Last compilation, for now, will post individual stories in the following days. also sorry for my shit Spanish, my dad did tell me I don't count as Latina cause I can't speak it for my life. Oh also let me know if you guys want a background check on y/n, it will also help you guys understand some points that were and are to be stated. don't be shy to message!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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Man's ready to risk it all
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Hi it's me again
I have an idea for pedro×reader
The reader is an actress and she is going on tour for her new movie so the videos came out of the two of them joking around and her Co star putting his hands on her waist so pedro gets jealous and call her or maybe show up to her hotel
I debated a long time to find a co-star. I didn't want someone too young, but not too close to Pedro, I wasn't happy. So I ended up putting Y/c/n (your co-star's name) Y/c/l/n (your co-star's last name).
I wrote this a long time ago, and I re read it before publishing it. I saw I rushed the end a lot, so I had to write more. I don’t really think I did more but it really felt rush. ANYWAY. Enjoy.
PS: I do not forget about the requests, I already said before that I was taking my time writing them, and that I would write them by the inspirations and ideas, not by date. Also, this past month I was trying to write most of them before publishing progressively because I didn’t want to be overwhelmed by the requests, but it’s really hard, I still have like 6 requests! Don’t worry I’m on it! The requests are still open. Thank you for everything!!
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"Today we're in the company of Y/n L/n and Y/c/n Y/c/l/n for their latest movie coming out on the 1st of August." The interviewer said to the camera. "Hi" she said this time to the both of you.
"Hey" you said in unison
"How are you doing today?"
"We're great" you said with a big smile "How are you doing?"
"I'm great thank you!" She looked at her papers. "So.." she looked up at the both of you. "Pretty excited about the premiere?"
"Oh yes!" you enthusiastically said, moving your arms up, almost hitting your co-star, making him laugh
"A little too much, I am scared for my life" he joked, pretending to be scared and moving a bit away from you
"Oh come on" you laughed, hugging him from the side "why are you acting like I hit you" you were both laughing. You pretended to hold his neck
"She is very nice and gentle with people" your co-star said to the camera. Everyone was laughing
"Okay let's be serious for a second" you said, sitting straight on your chair
"So yeah you seem pretty excited" the lady said laughing
"Yeah" you chuckled "yeah" you said again more seriously
"The story is set in strong environments, was it hard to film in those different places?"
"For me it was in Egypt." Your co-star started to answer. "It was too hot"
"Too hot?" You asked confused "like the negative temperatures we had in Canada were nothing?" you chuckled
"all of them were challenging, but it was better in Canada then in Egypt"
"oh hell no, it was better in Egypt, living in the cold out there, no thank you"
"It's easier to get warm than to get cold"
"true, but it's too cold outside you can't do anything but stay inside"
"Same with both" you co-star kept going
"We're having a huge debate" the interviewer added in between
"no, you can do things outside, also you wear less clothes, you can tan, eat outside and swim, you know, just little pleasures" you listed "I can add more things if you want" you said, turning a bit towards your co-star.
"no no I think we get it" he laughed "you win"
"as usual" he tilted his head
"sure sure" he said patting your thigh "what makes you feel better"
"oh shut up" you both laughed
"You seem to have a great chemistry, did you hit it off right away?" your co-star put his harm on the back of your chair, making him turn a bit towards you. You looked at each other.
"Yeah I think so" he said
"What do you mean 'I think so'?" you laughed
"Well, we met at the read-through, we had to get into our characters right away, at first we mostly filmed during the time"
"oh yeah yeah"
"and we were simply like filming-eating-sleeping" you chuckled "so we didn't have time like to really know each other at first"
"yes that's true"
"I see" the interviewer said "but it didn't change anything for the chemistry in the movie?"
"no not really" you said" we're professionals" you joked. Your co-star was looking at you, eyeing your face. And that's when he couldn't take it anymore. Pedro closed his computer, rolling on the bed to get up. He sighed, then left the bedroom.
He missed you like crazy. You left two weeks ago on tour for your new movie and he was struggling. While you were filming the movie, he was at home, and while you were finally home, he had to leave to film too. You were both busy, and the only thing that kept you in touch was mostly texting and some phone calls here and there. When you both got back, three days later you were already gone on tour.
And now Pedro was home alone, missing you, and seeing you being close to your co-star like that made him pretty jealous to say the least. He isn't able to make you laugh, to touch you, and he can? That's the perks of being actors you might say, and yes that's true. But sometimes it doesn't make it easier.
Once Pedro was in the living room, he grabbed his phone, and tried to call you. It was ringing for a long time, he didn't think he would get you, but you finally picked up.
"Hi baby" your soft voice made his heart beat fast. He wasn't thinking rationally anymore, he had to do something, he couldn't take it anymore.
"Where are you staying for the week?" he quickly said, hoping he could join you, but fearing the answer, like you would be moving in another country for the next interviews, or that you would just say no.
"hum, wait I don't know the name of the hotel" he could hear you get up. You were probably in bed. "It's the Hestia hotel, actually not far from the airport" you paused "why? are you planning to come?" Pedro heard the excitement in your voice, reassuring him a bit.
"Yes, I don't have anything planned for the next week and I miss you so I wanted to join you, if you want to"
"of course I want to! I miss you too much" your voice gave a hint of sadness. "It's been some hectic days here, and it's been too long without you"
"tomorrow I'm here"
"good" there was a pause
"I'll see you tomorrow cariño"
"can't wait" he knew you were smiling "I love you"
"I love you too" you both hang up, going back onto your lives. Pedro already felt better after the call. He was getting very excited. The next hours were going to pass slowly as he couldn't wait to finally be with you.
Hours went by and Pedro managed to fall asleep pretty quickly, but moved a lot during the night. He woke up at 6am and left to the airport around 7:30am to get on his plane an hour later. He arrived a few hours later. As he was walking towards the exit, he noticed someone he knew. It was you. Neither of you said anything about picking him up at the airport, but you couldn't wait, even for just a few minutes more.
He stopped when he saw you, relieved. You were there, standing in front of him. He dropped his luggage when you ran to him. He picked you up in his arms and held you tight.
"finally" he muttered. Once he decided to let go, he kissed you passionately, his hands on your cheeks. It felt surreal. You saw it in his eyes when he looked at every detail on your face, as he still held it. Your hands were on his waist, and you brought him closer to hug him again. You left the airport hand in hand, feeling nothing but happiness. You were finally reunited, and it was going to be at least longer than before.
“What made you come so suddenly anyway?” You asked as you both entered the car.
“Hum, I just missed you a lot” he half-lied. It was true, he missed you too much, it was unbearable, but he also couldn’t stand having someone else touch you and be close to you like your co-star did.
Pedro thought he got away with it, but when he turned to look at you, you were eyeing him. You do know him too well.
“I appreciate it but I can feel that’s not the only reason” you stared at each other
“How’s Y/C/N?” He tried to change the subject
“Oh he’s fine, we were about to have a little dinner together”
“Just the two of you?” He shyly asked, feeling his confidence running away. You started to drive back to the hotel.
“Yes, and then we were thinking about heading to bed you know to have a little fun” he looked at you with big wide eyes. “So that’s the other reason” you joked
“What?”
“My big jealous man” you said caressing his chin for a second
“You weren’t really going to go to bed with him, yeah okay I see the sarcasm” he rolled he eyes, looking at the road, avoiding you.
“I’m not cheating on you Pedro”
“I am not doubting you”
“But you flew to another country because you trust me so much”
“I trust you” he immediately looked at you “it’s the others that I don’t trust”
“Like who?”
“Like Y/c/n? I saw the interview, hands on your thighs, the way he looked at you”
“He doesn’t even stand a chance” you joked
“That’s not the problem, he won’t stop”
“He is just being friendly” you looked at him from time to time
“I’m sorry, it’s just- I didn’t get to see you a lot, I really missed you and it drove me crazy seeing this” you put your hand on his thigh
“I know I know, and I missed you more” his heart was beating fast because of nervousness. He hated feeling vulnerable, but especially showing it to you. Jealousy can be perceived badly, like not trusting the person and such, but it’s not true.
Once you arrived at the hotel, you were met with your co-star on your way to your bedroom. He did seem confused and a little sad when you cancelled the dinner with him. But none of you talked about it and decided to move on about that. If he was interested he definitely knew he had no chance now.
The next few days have been perfect. It was getting calmer, and the fact that Pedro was here helped you a lot. You didn't have this anxiety of being away anymore. Pedro wasn’t feeling jealous anymore but he was still watching your co-star from a distance. At the end of the week you were getting nervous because Pedro was about to leave again. But, as a surprise (not really you discussed it), he actually stayed longer. He had nothing to do that couldn't be done on the phone or on the computer, so he stayed for the rest of the tour.
Being in each other’s presence was helping you. He calmed your anxiety, and he was reassured and not jealous anymore.
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Maybe Twice a Year / Pedro Pascal x Reader
A sequel to Just Once a Year
The soft glow of Pedro's phone illuminates the dimness of his bedroom. He viciously scrolls through the headlines, the words stabbing like daggers as he reads the tabloid's sensational claim: "Y/N L/N Pregnant with Rumored Boyfriend Henry's Baby!" With a frustrated sigh, he throws the phone onto his bed, resentment and heartbreak coursing through his veins. It was bad enough that he was jet-lagged. Reading this basically confirmed he wouldn’t be getting sleep tonight - or any night in the foreseeable future.
It had been months since your fateful reunion at the awards show and neither of you had spoken or run into each other since then. But that once a year promise of hope in Pedro’s heart was about to turn into two. The theatre company that you and Pedro were patrons of (along with a few other notable names in Hollywood) was launching a new program and you were both invited to the gala.
Pedro wasn’t sure if you’d turn up. To be honest, after reading the news, he didn’t know if he even wanted you to show. Knowing that you were pregnant with another man’s child cut deeper than he thought it would. Throughout his whole life, Pedro never saw himself as a father, adamantly believing that he was content without fatherhood. That all changed when he fell in love with you.
A week later, Pedro found himself getting ready for the gala. He was nervous, hands shaking as he fixed his tie. “You’re going to be fine. Just breathe and if you ever need an escape, call me and I’ll come rushing in saying your cat is having a medical emergency,” his assistant and close friend Andrew quips. Andrew knew everything about the two of you, and he was the first one Pedro confided in after that run-in at the awards show.
“Thanks man. I’ll be fine. Please don’t harm any imaginary cats for my sake,” Pedro smiles. “I think maybe this will do me some good, you know? Closure and all that."
Andrew claps a hand on his shoulder. “If you need anything, I’m one call away.”
He enters the venue where the gala is being held, and as always with these events, he felt worlds away from the glitz and glamour of Hollywood. One of the things he missed about being with you was that you were the only person who made him feel like he had a place in all of this.
He mingles with fellow attendees, his smile masking the turmoil that churned within him. His gaze wandered for a bit, and there you were with a group of other guests, your laughter mingling with the tinkling of glasses.
Pedro's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He watched as you hold a champagne flute, your lips curving into a smile as you converse. The weight of the tabloid's claim hung over him like a storm cloud.
Summoning his courage, Pedro approaches you, a forced nonchalance in his tone. "Hey you. You supposed to be drinking that?" Damn. He forgot his hello’s and hi how are you’s.
"Huh?" your eyes flicker with confusion, brows knitting together.
Pedro's cheeks flush as he realizes his reference to the tabloids. "I mean, you know.. With the um..” He makes a vague gesture towards your stomach region.
You laugh with genuine amusement. "Really, Pedro? Since when do you read the tabloids?”
He chuckles nervously, the tension between you momentarily eased. "I have a lot of free time these days.” (Lie) “I just happened to see it while scrolling around." (Another lie) “So you and Henry aren’t expecting–”
“Henry and I aren’t anything. Other than friends and co-workers.” You smile at his floundering.
“Oh. Sorry. I– yeah, the damn tabloids.” Pedro huffs at his foolishness, maintaining a facade of nonchalance on the outside. Internally, all his tension and anxiety from the last few days washed away and he finally felt himself breathe easily for the first time since reading the article.
As the night unfolds, you and Pedro eventually retreat to a quiet corner of the event, away from the prying eyes and the hum of conversations. The stars cast by the chandelier glitter above you, a mirror for the spark of emotions that still bubble within you both.
"I lied. I was looking for articles about you," Pedro finally admits, his voice tinged with vulnerability.
Your gaze was steady, eyes holding a mixture of understanding and slight amusement. "I know. And you believed them?"
Pedro shakes his head, his fingers toying with the edge of his glass. "No, not really. It's just.. I used to know everything about you and now the only way I get any news about you is from the fucking tabloids. I miss knowing what you’re up to. It’s just.. Old habits die hard I guess.” Pedro swirls his glass, the alcohol loosening his lips and easing the weight on his heart just a little.
You sigh softly, features softening. "Pedro, this past year has been hard on me too. We were best friends and I’m sorry for the way we ended things. We could’ve stayed friends. It wasn’t a messy break-up, right? We could’ve stayed in contact.”
“No,” Pedro denies flatly. “No we couldn’t have because.. I’d have always wanted more.” Pedro knew that this was the God’s honest truth. As much as he loves you and wants you to be happy, he knew that having to watch your life from the sidelines as a friend would never be enough for him.
You reach out, placing your hand over his. "You deserve a relationship where neither of us has to fight each other for attention. You deserve more than 5 minute hello’s and goodbye’s in the dead of night.”
You stand in companionable silence for a moment, the world around you fading into insignificance. The year apart seemed to dissolve as you shared a quiet moment, the barriers melting away.
"I've missed you," Pedro whispers, his voice barely audible. “I know I shouldn’t say this but I have. And the truth is, you’ve spoiled dating for me. I’d take that 5 minutes with you every day if it means I get that 5 minutes with you every day for the rest of my life.”
Your gaze meets his, eyes glassing over. "I've missed you too. Of course I have. But we can’t do this to ourselves again. It was never about love or a lack of it, you know that. If we could’ve made it work, we would have. It’s just.. our lives and our careers."
As the night grew older, you remain in your secluded corner, not talking, just enjoying each other’s company in private for the first time in a year. Both of you silently fantasizing that this night would never end and that you’d be here in your little bubble forever.
When the gala finally comes to an end, you and Pedro make your way outside, the cool night air washing over your skin. He takes a deep, audible inhale and turns to you, voice cracking with the weight of parting from you again. "You’re it for me, you know? If it’s not you, it’s not anyone else.”
“Pedro…”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He places a soft kiss on your cheek and turns to leave, his car and driver already waiting for him, leaving you with a face reddening from the alcohol and... something else.
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I wasn't gonna do a sequel.. but my first ever fic (Just Once A Year) hitting 100 notes is something to celebrate so I hope you enjoy! Tagging @just-some-random-blogger because this is gonna surprise you and @cinnamon-todd because your comment was honestly the motivation for me to write a sequel!
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𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯
pairing: dieter bravo x actress!reader x bodyguard!joel miller
genre: super duper explicit smut, actress & bodyguard au, minors dni
word count: 4.5k
summary: an afterparty, weed, drinks, a grumpy bodyguard, and an eccentric actor. What can go wrong?
warnings: mlm dynamics, threesome, blossoming feelings, messy two-person blowjob, piv, polyamorous, dieter has a praise kink, hair pulling, bdsm dynamics, high sex, getting high, this is an au where sarah was never conceived sorry, petnames all around (good boy/girl, sweetheart, darlin, honey), guidance kink, handjob, implied age gap reader being the youngest and joel being the oldest
a/n: you voted and here it is! This can be considered as a continuation of the drabble I wrote but you don't need to read that in order to read this. It just takes place in the same universe. enjoy! If you want to see more adventures of bodyguard!joel and actress!reader feel free to send requests xx
Joel is a grump.
He knows this. Everyone does. He’s been called many things before in this industry: unkind, an asshole, a fucker, a bummer, a grumpy old man. But despite all the negative feedback, he’s never been out of a job. When it comes to feeling safe and secure, everyone realizes that pleasantries aren't really a priority. After a while, he learned to let those remarks bounce off of him. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy having fun; it’s the fact that this industry is riddled with slimy, untrustworthy characters. You could be happily sharing a drink one moment, and the next you could find your drunken words being sold off to the highest bidder. He has a lot of stories, some of which he wishes he could forget about.
However, he's not a kid. Far from it, actually. So he also knows that not everyone fits the bill of assholery. He's met some nice people, worked for them, and thanks to those nice people, he met you— one of the biggest rising stars of your generation. You're actually quite kind— albeit a bit of a brat, but he's starting to realize that side of you might be reserved only for him. Most impressively, you've managed to knit yourself a loving, supportive circle. He met your family once and has a sneaking suspicion they had something to do with your good manners.
Family. He misses his. Tommy still lived in Austin, running a not-so-shabby bar.
Joel used to pride himself on not getting involved in his clients' affairs, but with you, that proved difficult.
A sea of people crashes into him, pushing him in the opposite direction of where he's trying to go. These Hollywood parties, they're always the same - loud music, annoying lights, and foaming glitter always coming from somewhere. He catches a whiff of champagne and strawberries. Rolling his eyes, he helps a director he barely knows who stumbles and nearly collapses on the shiny marble floors. With one swift motion, he grips her torso and lifts her back up. She slurs a drunken thank you and moseys off.
He hates it when you drag him to parties, and he hates it even more when you disappear. By some miracle, he spots you sitting down within the awfully lit room. You're wearing a mermaid-style dress (at least, that's what you told him prior to the event), which hugs your curves in all the right places. The fabric is covered in pearls, giving it a shimmering, iridescent quality that catches the light and reflects it into his eyes - thank fucking god, or else he suspects he'd never find you in this crowd.
His relief in finding you is short-lived when he sees who you’re sitting with.
Fucking Dieter Bravo.
You know he doesn’t like the man. Of course, you would sit with him just to spite Joel. That’s what he hopes this is anyway, he’s praying to every god he can think of (which isn’t many) that this isn’t a blooming friendship, or something else. He doesn’t think he can handle seeing that man more than he has to.
Ironically, Joel actually used to work with Dieter. It only lasted for about a week as Dieter was just too unpredictable and chaotic for him. A complete hedonist who was used to getting what he wants. Before Joel could resign, Dieter had fired him. Which was good, because Joel wasn’t sure if he would’ve actually gone and done it.
Joel feels a mixture of excitement and anxiety as your entire face lights up upon seeing him. With an open smile, you wave frantically and point to the couch across from the two of you. It's a tight fit, and his knees brush against both yours and Dieter's as he sits. The actor is holding a joint loosely between his fingers, looking up to Joel and nodding in a way that resembles an informal greeting. Joel notices the vibrant pattern of his button-up, the chain around his neck, and the rings on his fingers. Dieter takes a drag then offers it to you. Your gaze briefly meets Joel's before you take it from him. However, you don't immediately bring it to your lips.
“Where were you?” Joel asks loudly, trying to get his words over the sound of the music. “You can’t bring me to these things and then just disappear on me.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry.” you answer with an apologetic smile. Joel narrows his eyes and you bring the neatly rolled joint to your glossy lips. You take a deep, long inhale. He watches the way your body seems to melt unconsciously. You close your eyes. “I just saw Dee and you know his habit of disappearing as soon as you blink. Had to pounce him before that happened.”
Joel’s eyes drop to where Dieter slides an arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his eyes fixed on Joel. Your eyes flutter open and much to Joel’s surprise, you extend the joint to him.
“Don’t bother, sweetheart,” Dieter says, his lips too close to your cheek. Joel bristles unknowingly. “He has a stick up his ass.”
“Dieter!” you hiss, glaring daggers. “Behave.”
“I don’t smoke on the job.” Joel says, a bit smugly and enjoying the other man’s prominent pout. “Unlike some, I’m a professional.”
Dieter scoffs. The joint still lingers between your fingers, your gaze snapping to Joel. You accusatorily point at him, your brows drawn together. “And you—” you warn. “Don’t act so high and mighty. You’re off the clock remember? I invited you here so you would loosen up a little.”
What?
“What?” he blinks rapidly. “Why on earth would I need loosenin’ up? And why would I want to loosen up with you lot? This ain’t exactly my scene honey.”
“Because we’re friends, smartass.” you chide. The burnt tip of the cigarette is now closer to your fingers. With a sigh, Joel finally takes it, which provokes a burst of laughter from Dieter.
“She has you on a leash!” Dieter points out, fingers digging into your hip and moving over the pearls. “That’s fucking adorable.”
Joel grunts, “Shut up.” he takes the joint clumsily, holding it up to his lips. It’s been a while since he’s done this. When he does he usually prefers the privacy of his own home. Joel ignores the way your eyes are fixed on him, two wide eager eyes eating him up from head to toe.
He takes a deep inhale, his lungs expanding with smoke. Joel can taste the champagne you left behind. Goosebumps rise over his skin, a tingle, and a buzz making him groan. He allows the smoke to linger inside him, then, without parting from the joint much, he exhales. It’s very subtle, but he notices both you and Dieter taking deep breaths, filling yourselves with his breath. He’s amused. His lips twitch as he takes another drag. Then he extends it back to Dieter. The actor doesn’t waste much time and wraps his lips around the butt of the joint deliberately slow. Joel fights the urge to roll his eyes. Dieter takes a deep breath, exhaling cannabis in a way that the smoke doesn’t move forward, it pours from between his lips, like a dragon’s mouth.
Joel doesn’t think much of it, now feeling more relaxed than ever, he says, “You look surprisingly cleaned up. They groomed you well.”
“Does it look like I care what you think?” Dieter snaps back, and Joel frowns.
“I think the word you’re looking for is thank you,” you say, words directed at Dieter. Your eyes flit between the two tense men. “Also I'm starting to think you two have some history together.”
“Didn’t your knight in shining armor tell you?” Dieter grins, rather smug. “He used to work for me.”
You turn to Joel, brows pinched together with confusion. “You did?”
Joel rolls his eyes, ignoring the way his cheeks heat up under your gaze. “It was a long time ago.”
“I fired him.”
“How come?”
“Too distracting.”
Joel breathes a little too fast, the air catching in his throat. He clears his throat, his veins alive with tension. It almost feels like it’s the only three of them now. The rest of the room fading and turning black. Joel leans forward, the already tight space becoming even tighter.
“Excuse me?” Joel asks, his speech slurred. “What do you mean “too distractin’”?”
Neither of them answers you. Actors, he thinking begrudgingly, a puff of air parting his lips. Dieter brings the joint to your lips and without taking it from him, you look at Joel. He watches as your lips brush against the length of Dieter’s fingers. Annoyance brews in his stomach.
“Is he like this with you too? Oblivious?” Dieter asks you. You grin, teeth shining under the dim lights and you nod. The actor’s tongue pokes out from between his lips and swipes over his bottom lip. “Poor baby.”
“You two are startin’ to get on my nerves,” Joel grumbles, crossing his arms across his broad chest.
You stick your tongue out and Joel has half the urge to grab it between his fingers and teach you a lesson. He hadn’t noticed, but the joint had made its way back to him. Slightly confused and disoriented, he finishes it off. The last bit of it burning his throat and lungs. He’s incredibly flustered, heat crawling up from his chest to his cheeks. He doesn’t miss the way you and Dieter steal glances at each other, smiling giddily.
Finally, you find Joel’s gaze, a Cheshire-cat like grin plastered on your face—he’s slightly creeped out by it actually.
“How about we show you what we mean?”
Joel should’ve said no. This is the last time he’s ever coming to one of these damn parties.
Joel wasn’t thinking much when Dieter led all of you to one of the many bedrooms in the residence. Your hand was clutched tightly around his, and per instinct, he had held on to you just as tight. And as soon as the three of them entered the stupidly large bedroom with an equally stupidly large bed, he found himself sitting on the edge with his pants down. The two actors knelt between his legs, eyes hungry and mouths flooded.
He has to admit, it’s a rather enticing view.
Dieter wraps his fingers around the base while you kiss the inside of Joel’s thigh. Heat settles at the base of his spine, his cock twitching and growing thanks to Dieter’s slow strokes. You drag your lips up, kissing his shaft before swirling your tongue around the head. A strangled moan leaves him. Joel’s gaze drops, only to see Dieter staring back at him. He holds his breath as the other grins from one ear to the other.
“You like that?” he coos, darting his tongue out. He licks a clean stripe up, the curve of his nose brushing against yours. “God, the number of times I came in my pants thinking about this. . .”
Joel’s quick to follow up, “You thought about this?”
Your sudden bubble of laughter makes him frown. His lips become a tight line, his teeth clenched as he grinds the molars together. He watches as you ignore him and pull away. You cradle Dieter’s cheek, and as if he read your mind, the actor leans in, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. Joel tenses. His skin taut over muscle. His cock stands with attention, beads of precum rolling down his length. The thought of his taste lingering on your tongue, being passed to Dieter—his chest heaves, maybe he is too old for this.
He sees Dieter shoving his tongue between your lips and you moan into his mouth, Dieter swallows the noises you make eagerly. Joel is surprised he’s not feeling any jealousy or protectiveness. Usually, when the actor attempts to make passes at you he puffs up like a rooster. But not his time. Dieter cups your face with two hands, tilting your head so he can kiss you deeper. Only then it dawns on Joel that the reason he was bothered before wasn’t that he hated the actor—though he still found him annoying—but because he wanted to be included. He almost laughs. Loneliness truly is a bitch. His fingers twitch and he makes a move to cup himself, he pouts when his hand is batted away by no one other than you.
“No,” you say wetly with swollen lips. “We’re going to take care of you. Isn’t that right, Dee?” the second half of the sentence is directed at the actor who looks just as debauched. But he manages to nod anyway. Then your gaze moves back up to Joel. “Okay?”
He’s lost for words for a brief moment, mouth opening and closing before he can find his speech again. “Okay.”
It’s messy. Debauched. Downright sinful. And Joel is ninety percent sure this is all a dream and his alarm is about to burst through the speaker of his phone. Dieter purses his lips and spits into his palm, coating Joel’s shaft with a generous amount. You kiss the head and swallow him halfway, your nostrils flaring as you try to take more of him. Joel’s hand lifts to comfort you but Dieter beats him to it. The actor leans into your ear, smiling slyly. He pulls down the straps of your dress and exposes your breasts. Joel’s mouth feels dry all of a sudden.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well,” Dieter purrs, Joel can barely hear him. “Just breathe through your nose, don’t rush it. He’s a big boy, isn’t he? Flatten your tongue and swallow. That’s it. . .” Joel’s arms buckle as you do what you’re told, his eyes rolling back. Dieter kisses your cheek and kneads your breasts, thumbs wiping over the pebbled nipples. “You’re making him so happy right now. Such a talented girl.”
“Oh, fuck,” Joel groans, slightly thrusting into your mouth. Dieter meets his gaze and winks, a wide grin spread across his handsome face.
Handsome. Joel finds Dieter handsome, always has. Though he always assumed he found him handsome in a more general way, the same way he found Oscar Isaac handsome. Some people just are. But he’s starting to think he might like the infuriating actor a bit more than he thought. Or maybe it’s just from the heat of the moment and the weed still buzzing in his veins. Regardless, he’s enjoying the view very much. God, what has he gotten himself into?
You swirl your tongue and hollow your cheeks. More praise drips from Dieter’s lips. Without thinking much of it, Joel reaches out and touches the side of Dieter’s face. The actor stills for a moment, brows furrowing, a delicious shade of red coloring his cheeks. Joel drags the pad of his thumb down Dieter’s cheek and then cups him tenderly.
“Good boy,” Joel says before his filter kicks in. “You’re doin’ so well too.”
Dieter’s face is priceless. He’s stunned into silence, eyes wide and round, lips parted. A low chuckle trembles within Joel’s chest, he continues to trace his thumb up and down the contours of his cheek. Dieter leans into the touch ever so slightly, eyelids fluttering. You must notice the change in the air because you pull away and drag a pointed tongue down Joel’s length. Then you grip Dieter’s chin and guide him down.
“Have a taste, Dee.”
Joel watches with bated breath as you guide Dieter down towards his aching member. The actor's lips part and his breath hitches as he takes in the sight before him. He looks up at Joel, his eyes dark, before finally taking him in his mouth, tongue swirling and lips tight. The actor's eyes never leave Joel's as he bobs his head, taking more and more of him into his mouth. Joel’s legs shake, his lungs expand, it feels too much, everything tumbling onto him like an avalanche.
Joel's head falls back, his eyes closing as he feels the warmth of Dieter's mouth. He can hear the wet sounds of his mouth moving over him, the way his lips slide up and down his length, and he can't help but let out a low moan.
You reach out and grab Joel's hand, entwining your fingers. Your touch electric. Leaning over you capture Joel's lips with your own. He moans into your mouth, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
Dieter pulls back, a thin line of saliva connecting his lips to Joel's length. He looks up at Joel with a wicked grin, before taking him back into his mouth. Parting away from you, Joel groans, hips bucking up involuntarily. But when he sees Dieter grinding into his palm, his cock hard and aching under his pants, Joel tugs on his hair, fucking his mouth with shallow strokes.
Joel’s eyes go wide when the other man chokes, the sound of it equivalent to someone raking their nails over his body. His stomach flips. Something raw and visceral awakening inside him. He thrusts deeper, the head going down the other’s throat. Dieter chokes again and Joel moans, loudly. His heart beating too fast.
With the corner of his eyes, Joel watches your movements with a parted mouth. You dip lower and drag your lips up his shaft, your mouth meeting Dieter’s. You both mouth at him simultaneously, your tongues dancing. Joel fists the sheets. His eyes fixed where his cock disappears and reappears between their lips. The two moan at the same time, the reverberations seeping into the sensitive skin of his cock and making him shudder. His muscles grow taut. Precum heavily coating both of their lips. Dieter dips his tongue into the slit groaning at the taste, and you unbutton the actor’s pants, sliding your hand under his boxer briefs.
“Oh god,” Joel swallows thickly, his voice hoarse. “I’m gonna come—” he can feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in short gasps as he gets closer and closer.
You pull away and Dieter follows. Instinctively, Joel pulls at Dieter’s hair, willing the other back to his cock. His cock twitches when Dieter’s eyes roll back at the blossoming pain. You climb up the bed, cradling Joel’s face before slipping his tongue into his mouth. It’s a quick one but leaves him breathless nonetheless.
“I want you to fuck me,” you mutter, lips moving over his beard. “Will you, please?”
Joel helps you up to your feet, his hands still shaking slightly as he pushes down your dress, finishing what Dieter had started. He dips down, sucking a nipple into his mouth. His cock drips at the way you moan for him. Dieter stands behind him, his fingers trailing down the center of Joel's back as he helps him out of his shirt.
You reach for Dieter's pants, feeling the heat rising in your chest as you gaze into his eyes. He watches you intently, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. You slide the zipper down slowly, your fingers brushing against the growing bulge in his boxer briefs.
Joel steps back, allowing you to guide Dieter towards the bed. He climbs up first, propping himself up against the headboard, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in front of him. You kneel on the bed beside Dieter, your fingers reaching for the waistband of his underwear. You tug them down slowly, revealing his cock, already hard and throbbing.
Joel's breath catches in his throat as he watches you take Dieter's cock into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft. Then you pull away from him with a pop and lay down next to him, your head resting on his hip. Dieter’s hands smooth down your body, spreading your thighs. He holds Joel’s gaze as the older man’s mouth suddenly feels dry at the sight of you.
Joel moves between your legs, his fingers tracing over your slick folds, making you moan softly. He positions himself at your entrance, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly pushes inside you. He can feel you getting wetter with every inch. You claw at Dieter’s bicep and he shushes you, one hand moving to the swell of your breasts and holding it gingerly. The small hairs across Joel’s body stand up when you let out a sharp whimper.
“Dieter,” you whine, eyes glossy. “H-He feels so good.”
God, you’re shaking around him, your pretty pussy squeezing him. Joel grunts.
“I bet he does,” Dieter murmurs, eyes looking at where you and Joel connect. He’s only halfway in. “Want me to play with your pretty clit, baby? You’re taking him so well.”
You nod quickly and Dieter doesn’t make you repeat yourself. Joel swallows. Dieter begins to draw quick, tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp, your lips barely touching Dieter’s shaft. Joel feels you clenching around him, walls fluttering thanks to the actor. Dieter makes a point of brushing the tips of his fingers while attending to your need, and every time Joel feels it, his cock throbs. He buries himself deep inside you, forcing the air from your lungs. Your back arches beautifully, your nails leaving crescent moon-shaped marks into Dieter’s skin.
Joel's breathing is ragged, his eyes locked onto yours as he pumps into you harder and harder. Your eyes flutter closed. His fingers dig into your hips, anchoring you to the bed as he pounds into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
“Hold me,” you cry out, head turning to Dieter. Joel’s thrusts become harder, faster. “Shit—He’s in so deep.”
Dieter obliges, wrapping his arms around your trembling frame as your body sways back and forth with the strength of Joel’s thrusts.
“You’re taking him so well, sweetheart,” Dieter groans, his own cock heavy and dark between his legs. “You look so beautiful with him buried between his legs.” suddenly his eyes snap to Joel’s, and the older man falters a bit, his pacing becoming uneven. “Doesn’t she?” he asks him.
“She does,” Joel grunts out a response.
You let out a whimper, Joel can feel you convulsing. Your body growing taut and tense, you’re close. Joel’s not that far from it himself, dangling over the edge.
“She’s such a good girl,” Dieter continues, eyes never leaving Joel’s. “Isn’t she?”
“Jesus, she is. So fuckin’ good to me. Always.”
And with that, Joel witnesses your fall from heaven.
He watches with awe as you writhe and convulse around him, your head thrown back in ecstasy. Your body trembles with every pulse of pleasure that courses through you, and your breaths come in short gasps. You arch your back, a low moan escapes your lips, and your body tenses up around Joel's length. Your fingers dig into Dieter’s forearms s as you ride out the waves of ecstasy that ripple through your body. Joel can feel your inner walls squeezing him tightly, and he groans.
Joel can feel your wetness coating his cock, and the slickness only intensifies the pleasure he feels. He continues to thrust into you, his pace quickening as he chases his own release. Somewhere in the distance, he can hear Dieter praising you both, though mostly you, and he shudders.
Your orgasm starting to subside, he feels your body relaxing against him. He slows his pace, savoring the feeling of your hot, slick walls wrapped tightly around him. He wants to make this last as long as possible, to make you feel every inch of him. However, Joel knows nothing lasts forever.
He’s right at the edge when he pulls out, spilling over your stomach. His hot breath slides over your skin, his head buried between your breasts. Unthinking, he presses heavy, wet kisses. The tremors of his orgasm slowly fades and Joel realizes that among the three of them, there’s still one person left unsatisfied.
Joel looks up to Dieter. Despite his cock still being hard, the head an angry shade of red, he looks content with just peppering the top of your head with kisses. But he must’ve sensed the bodyguard staring because Dieter’s eyes meet his.
“You didn’t come,” Joel states.
Dieter rolls his eyes, “No shit,” he follows it up with a shrug. “But it’s okay. Seeing you two going at it was satisfying enough.”
Joel moves his jaw, thinking, contemplating on what to do. Your lids are heavy as your eyes move back and forth. Watching. The older man comes to a decision and peels himself away from you.
“Can I?” he asks, pointing at Dieter’s dick. The actor flushes.
“Can you what?” he answers, voice squeaky.
“Um. . .Jerk you off. It’s only fair.”
Joel reaches out a hand and tentatively wraps it around Dieter's shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. Dieter lets out a small moan. His fingers start moving up and down, slowly at first, getting a feel for Dieter's size and shape. Joel has done this with another once or twice before and he can sense his confidence that was already hanging by a thread slowly dissolving. He looks up at Dieter who is already staring at him with half hooded eyes.
“Is this good?” Joel asks, licking his lips.
“Fuck yes. I’ll take whatever you give me.”
Joel’s eyes widen at the admission. He tightens his grip and strokes him faster. Your hand comes up to Dieter’s chest, caressing flushed skin with a smile. You lean closer and kiss his neck, which Dieter hums gratefully. Joel feels the heat emanating from Dieter's body, and the slight tremble in his legs as Joel picks up the pace.
"Good boy," Joel murmurs, watching as Dieter's eyes close and his mouth falls open. "So well behaved than from what I give him credit for."
Dieter lets out a soft whimper, his hips bucking up into Joel's hand. Joel adjusts his grip, tightening his fingers around Dieter's cock as he works him harder. Dieter drips all over his fingers and he uses it to lubricate his movements.
"You're so hard," Joel whispers, his mouth suddenly feeling incredibly dry. His gaze falls on you with slight envy, a tingle spreading throughout his lips. A desire to lay his lips on the other man and feel his frantic pulse for himself is a strong one, but he swallows it down. "You want to come, don't you?"
Dieter nods frantically, his breathing ragged. Joel can feel his own cock twitching.
"That's it, let go," Joel encourages, stroking him faster and swiping his palm over the head. "Come for us."
With a loud groan, Dieter's body tenses, and Joel can feel the hot spurt of cum as it lands on his hand and on Dieter's stomach. Joel keeps jerking him through his orgasm, murmuring words of encouragement as Dieter's body shakes with pleasure.
Finally, as Dieter's breathing evens out, Joel releases him, wiping his hand on the bedsheet. Dieter looks up at him with a dazed expression, a small smile on his lips.
"Thanks," he says, his voice hoarse.
Joel exhales a stuttered breath, not really knowing what else to say. "Anytime."
“Awwww,” you chime in giddily which gets on Joel’s nerves. “Look at my two boys getting along.”
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PEDRO PASCAL X ACTRESS! READER
Summary: When a question during an interview makes you uncomfortable, Pedro comforts you.
Tags: no romance just hinting, can be read in a platonic way or not, a little bit of angst but with comfort.
I don't know why it took me so long to finish, and in the end I didn't even like it. But anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for the grammar mistakes.
"That will be the last interview, then you are cleared for lunch." Your manager was notified as she checked the schedules one more time. "Can I call the next interviewer, or do you need a few minutes to prepare?"
Pedro put his cell phone away in his pants pocket as he stared at you finished your cup of coffee. "I think the sooner we start, the sooner we can have lunch." He suggested it, and you nodded in agreement. Your manager went to notify production.
"Good morning, I'm John, and I thought about asking a few questions and then playing a little game; is that okay with you guys?" He asked, when you nodded, he signaled to the cameraman and started recording.
"Today I'm joined by the lead actors of the new Netflix movie 'Caught Eye', the talented actor known for roles in series like The Mandalorian and Narcos, Pedro Pascal." John spoke, Pedro smiled, and made the peace sign with his hands. "And the actress making her debut, Y/N Y/LN. How are you guys doing?" You smiled with your mouth closed and waved to the camera.
"Always excited to share that film with the public." Your co-star said smiling.
"I heard that you guys recorded on an island where the ferry only came twice a day, is that true?" The interviewer asked, curious.
"Oh, yes, that's true. The production kept reminding us that we had to pay attention because the ferry only made two trips, one at seven in the morning and the other at ten at night. So we couldn't miss it because it wouldn't arrive until the next day; it was something about the tide." Pedro explained, moving his hands as if to exemplify what he was saying.
“Tell me, have you guys ever been late? And miss the ferry?" John asked.
You and Pedro exchanged glances before giggling. He placed his head on your shoulder as you struggled to hold back your laughter.
"Can someone explain to me what I'm missing?" The interviewer asked, after you stopped laughing.
"We missed the ferry only once." You stated, settling into your chair.
"It was on the last day of recording." Pedro added.
"And for a silly reason." You finished laughing.
"And what would that reason be? If you guys can tell?" John questioned curiously.
"There was a store that sold a variety of tropical fruit liqueurs, and I mentioned during one of the breaks in the recordings that I wanted to try the guava liqueur. But since the tapings ended late, the store was always closed." You commented. “The last day of recording, though, we were given an early release. We went to the store, but there was a long line, so I gave up and went to wait for the ferry. But in the end we ran to the stand when it was ten minutes before it arrived."
"What could go wrong." The interviewer joked.
"Yeah, what could go wrong? It was a very smart choice to go to a huge line to buy a bottle of liquor." Pedro joked, ironizing the situation. "We thought time was just like in Star Wars, that ten minutes is half an hour."
"After we paid for everything, we came back, and obviously the ferry had left." You concluded, rolling your eyes.
"When I went to check my cell phone, it was full of missed calls from the director and production asking, "Where the hell are we?" He said, imitating the director's voice.
"At least the liquor was good?" The interviewer asked.
"No." You spoke, laughing.
"It was horrible." Pedro complemented, making an exaggerated reaction of false sadness.Then the interview continued with more questions about the movie, the characters, the filming, and asking for some spoilers.
"So, Y/N, do you think the fact that you're acting with such a talented actor like Pedro Pascal in your first role made you nervous? Aware that maybe you would be overshadow?" The interviewer asked. "Or perhaps you were out of place because you didn't have the same level of acting?"
"Oh" You sighed anxiously. Pedro stared at you out of the corner of his eye. Your voice tone let him know that you were upset with the comment.
"Hey, that was rude and unnecessary of you to say." He caught the interviewer's eye. "Every member of the cast is equally talented; no one overshadows anyone. But if I were to pick someone, I would say that in certain scenes I may have been overshadowed by Y/N's brilliant talent. She delivered her all in every performance." You murmured a thank you to him as Pedro gently rested his hand on your leg, squeezing gently.
"I think it's normal for me to be nervous; as you emphasized yourself it's my first film. And a lot of the people in the cast I grew up watching, so it's a privilege to have this opportunity." You spoke up, trying to disguise your discomfort. "And I am very proud of the end result of our work.”
The rest of the interview passed like a blur; you shut down completely, only answering when questions were directed at you. When the interviewer left, you allowed yourself to release the tension. Well, Pedro had warned you that reporters can be too much.
"There aren't many varieties of food here; I think the best thing to do is to go for the classic pepperoni pizza, which you don't have..." Pedro interrupted his suggestion when he noticed you covering your face with your hands. “Hey, what's going on? What makes you feel this way?" He asked, standing next to you.
"Nothing, I'm fine." You insisted, using the back of your hand to dry your tears.
"Look, I'm not going to force you to tell me what's going on, but I want you to know that everything that interviewer said is not true; you're as talented as any actor in that movie." When placing his hand on your shoulder, Pedro spoke. “Of course, as time goes on, you'll get better at acting; you'll change and inspire other people.”He went on while rubbing your shoulder. “But right now, what matters is that you gave it your best effort; fame will come in due course.Many actors, myself included, take years to build up a career, and that's alright.”
You lifted your gaze to face him, your face a little more relaxed. "Can I hug you?"
“Come here.” Pedro spoke, pulling you into his arms. He held you up to him, and as he caressed your hair, you laid your head on the arc of his neck. You have no idea how long you stayed there, cuddled against one another. You thought he would have the best hugs, and you were right.
"You know, I think I'll have that pizza you recommended." You said, pulling away from the hug.
Pedro smiled. "As you wish." He said, entangling your arm in his while you looked for the pizza place. Every now and then, Pedro would crack a joke and look away to make sure you were okay. At the end of the day, you reflected on the events, and as uncomfortable as some moments were, you got through them together, and that was enough to put you to sleep with a smile.
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Bravo, Take A Bow (series) Dieter Bravo x f!reader
Rating: 18+ (for future smutty chapters) mdi.
Summary: As a struggling actress you’re amazed when you land a role in an indie film you’re dying to be a part of. What you’re not expecting is to develop feelings for your mega famous and often exasperating co-star Dieter Bravo.
Chapter Warnings: Cigarettes.
length: 5.2k
a/n: I realized I didn't have any more sweet romances coming down the pipes and this one hit me during my rewatch of The Bubble. Hope ya'll enjoy it because I've outlined this entire story and wowee it's gonna be fun.
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Bravo, Take a Bow
Chapter 1
"And I know that if I leave I won't be able to come back here, ever," you say, voice wobbling with emotion. “I won’t be able to.”
The three other people in the room are behind a long table, laptops and phones scattered amongst the litany of coffee cups. One bored looking young man operates the camera recording your audition.
Look up look up.
You're desperate for their eyes on you. To see the conviction in your face. To see how much this means to you. That you were meant for this role.
But they tap away on their phones, faces lightly illuminated in the darkened room and they studiously ignore you. They tell you without words that you mean less.
"I just want more than this," you say to the woman reading the other lines, a sullen looking blonde with big glasses.
"I can't give you that anymore," she says flatly, trying to hold in a yawn. "I can't give you what you need."
She's been reading these same lines all day with variations of women like you. No wonder she's bored out of her mind. And yet in your mind she's Levi, the man you love who just won't commit.
"You don't know that," you insist, your voice bordering on a plea. "You don't know what you can give because you don't try, Levi."
"I'm trying the only way I know how."
"It's not enough," you say, tears slipping down your cheeks. "Or . . . Maybe I'm not enough."
The tears come easily at that line. They have ever since you practiced them with Carlee, the emotion present every time. You've lived this role. You are this woman. It's like this was written for you.
And yet as you stand in the echoing silence you feel tears dot your waterline. Real ones. They form in the face of obvious disinterest from the panel of people across the room from you.
You want this part so fucking bad and they just don't see you. They don't see how much you want this. How much you are this character. You think if only they watched you, if only they felt your heart yearning that they would understand why you need to be cast.
The scene ends and the woman reading lines turns expectantly over to the woman in the blue sweater, presumably the lead casting director.
She's nodding at something the bald man to her left is murmuring behind his hand. Only now does he give you a once-over, eyes cold.
"Okay thanks, uh Caroline," the woman in a blue sweater says without looking at you. She's tapping her phone, her short acrylic nails making a clacking noise right at home with those ASMR videos you fall asleep to. "That'll do."
Your stomach sinks. "Uh my name's not Caroli-"
"Next!"
You're ushered out into the hall by the bored looking young man wearing an earpiece. Wearing a t-shirt with a band you've never heard of. You face a group of women that all look like you but younger, bouncier, prettier, shinier.
You paint a smile on your face, wishing the next woman a genuine sounding good luck before you're striding down the hall with its puke brown carpet.
You think of the three auditions you've had just this week. Two commercials (one about cat food, the other about tampons) and now this, the costar in an indie film. And you feel you've bombed every single one.
What am I doing here? Am I fucking delusional?
You're too old to be breaking into this business. There are kids that have been working at this longer than you. Just because you acted in some local plays to local acclaim? Just because your acting coach told you that you were a natural? You thought that translated into moving here to Los Angeles and trying to start a new life?
Breaking away from the monotony, from the feeling that you were destined for more had buoyed you enough to leave your dead end job and sell your apartment back in Chicago. It propelled you to rent a shitty place in downtown LA, to find a decent agent and afford headshots.
And now you walk back to that shitty apartment to get ready to wait tables because of course you've become the cliché
waitress/unemployed actress. It’s embarrassing at this age to be so lost, humiliating in the extreme.
Your cell rings in your pocket, you pull it to see Jack's name flash across the black screen and you sniff back the tears.
"Hey LaLa," comes your brother's singsong voice through the phone when you answer. He's taken to calling you that since you moved out here. You roll your eyes, smiling all the same.
"Hey Jacky," you reply with a smile.
Jack's got a good ten years on you, a huge house back home in Chicago with his gorgeous doctor wife and their three perfect kids. Despite being an annoyingly perfect child for your parents you've never resented him. He's always treated you well, not annoying and unkind like so many brother and sister relationships you've heard of.
"How's life in Hollyweird?"
"Fine," you say, trying to sound upbeat. "Just had an audition. Think I nailed it!"
You're shocked at how sincere you can make yourself sound even as you blink back tears.
"Good for you!" Jack enthuses and you can hear the warmth in your brother's voice. You chat a bit more about the audition, talking about how you feel like the role was meant for you. Jack is as he always is, completely supportive. Then the conversation turns towards home.
"Wanted to know if you're coming back for Christmas this year?"
"Uh," you pause, thinking of how your bank account holds less than three hundred dollars. You think of groceries and new headshots and as you deliberate you feel ashamed at how little you have to call your own.
"Thought your flight could be my Christmas gift to you," Jack adds as if he didn't just come up with this idea in response to your indecision. You feel warmth and gratitude flood you.
"Thanks Jacky, that would be amazing."
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"Tell me it went well."
"It went well," you promise, forcing a smile to your face as you enter into the shabby chic apartment you share with Carlee (yes with two E's). A cheerful looking girl younger than you but far more knowledgeable in the ways of the entertainment world.
The apartment is very girly courtesy of your roommate. Large vintage movie posters are hung on every wall. Pink feather boas hang off of lampshades, silken kimonos hang off the backs of chairs. Decorative fans are pinned to the free space on the walls. Shiny and metallic cushions dot along the mustard yellow sofa. To you it’s like being inside a drag queen's carry-on luggage.
Carlee accepted you as her roommate because as she said you "have the warmest aura" she's ever seen. You hadn't known what the fuck that meant but you'd taken the compliment and moved in that afternoon.
Eight months later you now count her as a true friend. She runs lines with you for every audition, she cooked you soup when your blind date last month went really poorly and on the months when money is tight she's always fine with getting your half of the rent the following week.
Carlee's dressed in her usual; white tank top, pink short shorts and white tube socks pulled up over her knees. She's beautiful in the plastic Beverly Hills sort of way; Fake lips, fake blonde hair, fake tits, real big heart.
Carlee is like most that arrive in this city though. A girl who came with a dream and got derailed. She wanted to make costumes for films but turns out being the best back in Atlanta doesn't mean shit when you're out here with the nepo babies and internal hires.
Unlike you however, Carlee took her bad fortune and turned it on its head. She runs a fairly successful onlyfans page out of her bedroom. You've never watched it, but from what you gather it's a lot of moaning theatrically and using larger and louder toys men send to her PO box.
She makes more than enough to cover her part of the rent, cosmetic procedures and has enough left over for clubbing and mini vacations in Mexico. Despite this she still makes her own clothes to party in. That creative part of her never died out, that ember still glowing.
She's standing by the counter when you arrive, toeing off your shoes and dropping your purse by the front door.
"You have a good day?"
"I did!" She says with a wide smile. "A fan sent me a five hundred dollar tip."
"Jesus!" You whistle. Five hundred dollars? That's insane to you. You watch her pull something colorful from off the seat of the chair and thrust it into your hands.
"I made you this," she tells you jumping excitedly from foot to foot. "Try it on."
It's an oversized hair bow of garish lime green and fuchsia. It's got little pearls hand sewn into it and you know for a fact that Carlee spent hours making it, probably smiling the entire time.
"I love it," you tell her, trying not to cringe. It's definitely not the sort of thing that you would normally wear. Ever. "Thank you so much!"
"You can wear it to work tonight," Carlee tells you with a bring smile. "Maybe it'll bring in more tips?"
You don't know how to tell her that wearing this will get you nothing but eye rolls from the fashionistas that flock to the restaurant you waitress at. And you can't tell her that, so you clip your hair back from your face and strike a model pose.
"Whadda ya think?"
"Gorgeous," she says clapping happily. "It looks so nice. Oooh you could wear it to your auditons too!"
"Yeah maybe," you say, trying not to sound horrified at the thought. That’s one way to stand out.
"And don't worry. If the audition doesn't pan out there's always OnlyFans," she tells you seriously. "The guys on my channel love girl on girl stuff."
You force a smile and nod.
"Flattering as that is I think I'll stick with the restaurant."
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The restaurant is bustling as you arrive that evening. You wrinkle your nose as you head back into the staff room because everything smells like garlic tonight. You're convinced it will take at least two washes to get the scent completely removed from your hair.
The restaurant you work at is a high end restaurant called "That Place" (and yes, it's just as pretentious as it sounds). All black furniture and spiky looking light fixtures. And while you don't love working a service job, the tips here are what save you most months.
Your acting skills really helped you land the job, pretending that serving steak to entitled influencers and drug-addled celebrities was the ultimate dream. And you're a good employee, dependable, smiley. You don't do drugs, you don't steal.
The only thing they don't love is that you're an "actress" (something they say out the corner of their downturned mouths the same way they would say "homeless" or "ex-con"). But as long as you show up and switch your shifts without giving the managers a headache that's all they care about.
You smooth down your skirt, then your hair, fingering the large bow and about to remove it as Charlotte comes from the back, her light eyes shining as she dodges a busboy carrying a tray of dirty dishes.
"How did it go?"
Charlotte loves hearing about your auditons and you love her, because Charlotte isn't like anyone else in Los Angeles. Charlotte isn't after fame and fortune. She just wants enough so that she can pay off her mortgage and have enough left over for her grandkids. She’s usually the dishwasher on the nights you work.
Without your family here she's become like a surrogate mother to you and you hate disappointing her time and time again. Like now she’s standing there wiping her hands on her apron looking so excited for you. How can you tell her how poorly it went?
"Pretty good," you lie with a bright smile. "I really hope I get this one."
"Well I can't wait to see you on my TV again," she enthuses, patting your arm affectionately as you cringe. "I told all my friends about you!"
She's referring to the one gig you've managed to land since you got here. A commercial for dish soap that started with you pretending to fall into a dishwasher and ended with you in a giant bubble costume espousing the virtues of "Sudsy, for when life gets too messy" in a jingle that works its way under your skin every time you hear it.
It's humiliating but it had been a national commercial and that meant it paid well. It had been enough to cover your rent for two whole months, a mattress for your bed and a new set of headshots.
"Well I might have some good news," Charlotte says taking you by the hand and leading you to the swinging kitchen doors. There are two large porthole windows on the steel doors and she urges you to look through.
"See who that is?"
"Where?"
"Big booth. Far right."
Your eyes pan to the large booth in the corner of the restaurant. It's usually reserved for parties of twelve or more, but right now it boasts a man sandwiched between two beautiful young women. He says something and the group laughs. He tilts his head back to laugh and that's when you recognize the man.
"Is that-?'
"Yep," Charlotte nods. "From those Beast movies."
Dieter Bravo.
Famous actor, famous playboy known for his hard partying lifestyle and the trail of broken hearted men and women he's left in his wake. You often see him in the headlines of gossip magazines making a splash doing something outrageous.
He won an Oscar a few years back for some dark comedy that you saw and didn't really enjoy. You miss his early stuff, the indie films he made when he was fresh faced and eager. But that was ages ago, likely long forgotten by anyone but hard core fans of film.
"I told the girls to put him in your section," Charlotte says with her eyes bright. "Maybe he can help you with that latest audition? Put in a good word with the casting director? Give you an edge?"
You want to hug Charlotte for being so sweet. You also want to laugh out loud because that's not how this business works at all.
But Charlotte doesn't know that. She's a fifty year old dishwasher who reads tarot for extra cash on the side. She doesn't know Hollywood aside from the snippets you've shared with her. She just thinks you need to know the right people and it will all fall into place.
"Thanks Lotte."
"Okay get out there quick. I told them I'd bring out waters in a sec but you know how those celebrities can be. Everything is now now now."
She punctuates the last three words with sharp snaps of her fingers.
You give her a wink, taking the tinkling tray of water glasses she offers you. You fill them and then take a deep breath before pushing through those same double doors.
You approach the booth the same as you do whenever there is a celebrity that comes to eat. Eyes down until you reach the table with the water glasses.
All servers at That Place are specially trained in this when hired: treat celebrities the same as any other customer, don't ask for an autograph or a selfie, and don’t talk about yourself or try to get them to look at your screenplay. Just do your job and be professional.
You're not surprised when you glance up from placing the water glasses on the table to see him between two giggling models, arms on the back of the booth around both of them.
He's tilted back, wearing what looks like an oversized sweater with an insane pattern. His hairstyle consists of tousled brown curls that curve just below his ear that currently boasts an impressive gold stud. He wears sunglasses despite the fact that light is so low in here many can’t read the menus.
"Hi there," you say smiling at the trio. "Are we expecting anyone else?"
"Nope this is it," Dieter says with a wide grin. His teeth are bright white under a poorly trimmed beard. "Just me and these delicious morsels."
The women next to him giggle, looking up at you superciliously when you simply nod. Delicious morsels? Jesus.
"Can I start you all with some drinks?"
When Dieter takes the water glass from the table you can see his long fingers are adorned with rings over each knuckle. A hemp bracelet peeks out from beneath the wrist of his ornate sweater. He removes his sunglasses now and you note his dark eyes reflect the decorative candle in the center of the table (something you hate having to clean around after every table leaves).
"Whiskey for me, Karuizawa Vintage," the name trips off his tongue. You're surprised at how husky his voice is in real life, how deep. You've only seen his comedy films lately, ones where he sports a higher pitched voice and a comically bad Latin accent.
"Ladies?"
"Domaine d’Auvenay Chardonnay if you have it," the curvaceous redhead with long eyelashes tells you. You nod, trying not to look at the creamy bust that nearly pops out of her low neckline.
"Same for me," the Asian girl says flashing a wide veneered smile. Her hair is blue -black and hangs like a curtain over shoulders. One arm is decorated entirely with colorful traditional-looking Dragon tattoos. She wears an equally low neckline but her bust is nearly non-existent.
"I'll be right back with those."
You turn, heading for the kitchen, trying to remember the names of the alcohol when you catch a snicker from behind you.
"Did you see that bow?" One of the girls says behind you with an ugly titter. "Hideous."
"She's way too old for it. Looks like a clown."
You hear Dieter chuckle along with them and you feel your face grow hot.
Ignore them.
And yet even telling yourself that you move to the back room, tugging the bow from your hair and hastily shoving it into your purse inside the staff lockers.
Then you get the ludicrously expensive drinks from the bar, rolling your eyes when Nick the bartender asks you if the redhead Dieter is sitting with is from Playboy.
"How would I know that?" You sneer before taking the tray of drinks back to the table.
The girls are both on their phones, swiping and taking photos of the menu when you approach. It gives you audition flashbacks and you try not to frown.
You place their drinks on the glossy table, sliding them in front of the girls who don't even offer you a thank you. You lean over the large table, wishing they had picked anywhere else to sit. Wishing Charlotte hadn't tried to help you by seating them in your section.
You move to the whiskey tumbler feeling Dieters eyes on you. You glance up to see him looking at you as you slide his drink towards him, his large doe-eyes amused. You're shocked at how dark they are, almost black.
You look away, remembering what your boss said about staring at celebrity clients.
"Sudsy, right?"
You feel your spine straighten as he says this just low enough for you to hear. Your eyes slowly go to his, wide and unblinking.
Please no.
"For when life gets too messy," he sings lightly, eyes crinkling in amusement as he grins at you. The girl with the tattoo catches the end of the tune and her face lights up as she turns off her phone.
"I knew I recognized you," she says jeering as you straighten, taking the tray with you. "The laundry commercial!"
"Dish detergent," you correct miserably. Before she can say anything else you force a smile to your face. "Have you decided on your mains?"
"So you're an actress?" The redhead asks softly. She and the other girl exchange amused smirks that don't go unnoticed by you.
"Isn't everyone in this town?" You say trying to keep it light. "Tonight's specials are -"
"Have you done anything else?" The beautiful asian girl asks. "Or is it strictly dish soap themed ads for the foreseeable future?"
Dieter laughs behind his hand at that and you feel your mouth twisting into a grimace. You watch them sip their expensive wine, trying not to be jealous of their beauty and youth and connection to celebrity. Life must be so easy for them.
"You never know," you say breezily. "Might be my springboard into superstardom."
The girls snicker openly, not bothering to try and hide their amusement. But there's a twist to their mouths, displeasure that you seem so unperturbed by their casual cruelty.
"Steve Carell started in a chicken commercial," Dieter supplies, perhaps feeling poorly for laughing at you earlier. "Speaking of which I'll take the Coq au vin. And the ladies will both order a shrimp salad but then not eat any of it because they have a shoot tomorrow, correct girls?"
You hide a small smirk of amusement at the girls' faux outrage, neither of them acknowledging the irony when they both order the salmon salad with dressing on the side.
You nod, heading away from their table, feeling their eyes on you. The bow is gone so there's nothing else to tease you about. Still their mockery doesn't leave your brain, even when you submit their order to the kitchen.
Your stomach twists uncomfortably. It's like you've swallowed poison, the way your guts churn. Your teeth clench as you make your way to the kitchen. You want to spit into every piece of food they've ordered. Too bad security cameras exist.
You wait on other tables through the night, always pleasant, always smiling. Several times you think you catch Dieter's eyes on you, but that may just be because he commands attention with his loud braying laugh.
They take up the table for twelve all night, severely cutting into your tips and your patience. It seems you're forever being called over, your attention demanded through your entire four hour shift.
I think my salmon is overcooked.
Could I get another whiskey?
This wine tastes watered down.
When you go to remove Dieter's empty plate your eyes swim over the untouched salmon salads in front of the girls who are back on their phones posing.
"Told ya," Dieter grins up at you.
You can't help but smirk a little. But you're also disgusted at the waste. These salads go for $85 apiece.
"Would you like these packed up?"
"No thanks," the girls reply simultaneously. You hold in a judgmental grimace before nodding, taking their full plates into your hands.
"I'll be back with your bills."
"All on one," Dieter says with a yawn. He's pulling on his jacket, an oversized furry thing that seems like it would be more at home on an experimental fashion runway.
The bill comes to over $1200 mostly because of all the alcohol consumed. That's more than your half of the monthly rent. Dieter doesn't even flinch when you bring the bill and the machine over, just hands over his gold card and signs the receipt.
"Did you want a copy?"
"I'm good."
"Thank you for dining with us," you say without glancing at the receipt. You place it face-down on table, getting ready to clear the remaining glasses.
You want to look at what he tipped you when he leaves, excited. Most of the time celebrities leave very healthy tips and right now you could use it. Judging by how he wasn't fazed by the total, you hope it's a good one.
"’Night," he says smiling over at you.
Then he's got a clinging girl in each arm and he's making his way through the restaurant. Standing up you see that he's wearing furry boots to match his jacket.
His fashion is something else.
You watch as an excited couple at a table flag him down for a photo in the nearly empty restaurant. He pauses long enough to flash a peace sign behind them in the photo before heading out into the night with the models.
You allow the doors to close behind him before you've pulled the receipt from the table your eyes darting to the subtotal line.
Nothing. He's left nothing.
Just the total for the bill and his scrawling signature. No tip for putting up with those girls mockery. No tip for being humiliated with Sudsy memories. No tip for running back and forth like a fucking dog for them and their endless requests.
"That bastard."
Before you know it your legs are scissoring across the restaurant, pushing open the door with a violent slap.
You see the models and their long legs getting into a black town car and are about to stalk over to them when you catch a whiff of cigarette smoke.
You turn to see Dieter glancing over at you, brows raised in surprise. He doesn't even have the decency to look embarrassed. The end of his cigarette glows a bright red as he inhales.
"You're unbelievable."
"Thanks," Dieter says confusedly as he exhales. The cigarette hangs loosely between his lips. "In what?"
You know that if your boss hears about this you'll be in such deep shit but you don't care. You’ve had a shitty night and most of it has been because of him and his horrible dates. You move towards him, eyes narrowed.
"I had to put up with you and those horrible girls all night and you couldn't even give me a decent tip?” you hiss. “You must make millions every year! Are you seriously so out of touch that you think that’s okay?"
Dieter smirks at you, taking a long drag from his cigarette, looking you over. Despite how wild he is, how frenetic his energy according to interviewers and gossip columns, right now he seems almost solemn as he continues to stares at you.
You've said what you needed to and you feel your irritation deflating at his unbothered response.
The redhead rolls down the window and sticks her head out calling over to Dieter.
"Are you coming? They're waiting for you!"
"Yep," Dieter replies smoothly tossing the cigarette to the ground, crushing it with a wide fur boot. He looks back to you, giving a slow wink.
"See ya 'round, Sudsy."
You don't reply, only watching as he pulls himself into the black town car. You turn on your heels marching back into the restaurant. You stride over to the table, grumbling as you go, cleaning the top for tomorrow's customers.
The candle burns brightly and you notice it's tilted. You roll your eyes, going to nudge it back into place but it's bumping against something. You crawl into the booth, still warmed by their bodies to get a better look.
You feel your face blanch when you realize several bills have been thrust under the candle holder.
Your tip.
You pull out the wads of bills (all hundreds) and shakily count them out on the table, inhaling sharply when you reach the end of the stack.
A thousand dollars. He left you a thousand dollar tip on a $1200 bill.
You feel so embarrassed you want to crawl into the fetal position and die. You just screamed at a man that left you a thousand dollar tip.
And he just stared at you amused outside the doors. Didn't get mad, didn't get ruffled, just looked you over and tried not to laugh. He must have thought you were so pathetic.
You want to rush back outside to flag down the car but you know there's no point. He's long gone and all he'll remember of this restaurant is how shitty you treated him.
You find Charlotte in the back, getting ready to head home. She looks over at you excitedly.
"So? How'd it go?"
"Pretty boring as far as celebs go," you shrug. "With his reputation I figured there'd be a lot more cocaine and screaming."
You give Charlotte four hundred from your tip, citing it a "finder’s fee" for putting him in your section. She tries to refuse it until you pull open her purse at her hip and stuff the bills inside. She hugs you so tightly you groan before laughing.
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Its two weeks after that embarrassment that your cell rings early one morning. It's your day off and you're still in bed. You'd been kept up late last night by an extra special filming session of Carlee's "content" in the room next to yours.
When the phone rings for a third time you're startled into wakefulness, scrambling for your phone next to you in bed.
It's Gwen, your agent. A woman that's kind as quickly as she is cutting. She made it clear she doesn't take on clients who don't perform.
You're terrified that's what she's calling about now. One shitty dish soap commercial is all you've been able to book in eight months.
"Hello?"
You hate how scared you sound.
"Clear your schedule on Friday."
This is Gwen, straight to business. No hello, how are you? She doesn't care about you liking her. She cares about booking you and she cares about you making her money.
She was perfectly up front about this when you knocked on her door, begging to be represented. She'd almost refused until you'd shown her your audition reel. You remember the way her eyes had softened during your monologue from "Our Town".
"You know that indie picture you auditioned for a few weeks ago?"
"Uh, yep."
You clear your throat, hoping you don't sound as if you've just woken up. You want to give her the illusion that you're a smoothie drinking morning person, fresh faced and ready to go out and audition.
"Well you got a callback," Gwen tells you with a laugh when she hears your shocked gasp on the other end.
"Oh my g- are you--" You sputter, tired eyes blown wide. "I can't-"
"Better work on those speaking skills," Gwen tells you, amused.
You could cry right now, you could scream. You're so overjoyed, so grateful. And yea it's not a sure thing, but it feels good to get a callback. It means they see potential. And potential in this town is worth something. It means you might get seen by people who make more films, your audition could mean a part in a future project.
Gwen tells you the details of the follow up audition. It'll be held at one of the nicer hotels in Burbank. You feel a zap of excitement flow through you at the thought of pulling up there, of walking through with your head held high.
"This is an indie production but there's some high end actors already attached," Gwen explains, all business again. "The script alone has Oscar buzz. So you really gotta wow 'em on Friday."
"I will."
"Whatever you did last time worked because they want you to do a chemistry read with the lead."
"Are you serious?"
Chemistry reads are a good sign. That means you're seriously being considered. You also feel a bit nervous as you recall the script. It's intense, some very raw-sounding sensual scenes. You're going to need to be able to trust your scene partner. You hope it's someone who takes this whole thing seriously, a true professional.
"Do they know the lead?"
You hear Gwen shuffling some papers on her desk as she finds out the information for you.
"Yep. It's Dieter Bravo."
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Hello!
I was thinking about this a little too much today. I often read fics / drabbles about Pedro being all sweet and flirty or him being very confident and flirty … I just want to read a fic about him being the worst flirt ever 😅 I know he’s a flirt in his interviews , but what if he’s really bad at it when it’s time to really seduce someone. Like he messes up what he wants to say , he makes stupid jokes that don’t land.
Do you think you could write that?
summary: Pedro is a bad flirt
A/n: I'm genuinely sorry this took so long, but I had to study like a bastard just for my professor to be an asshole
"please introduce me to her"
"why don't you go there and do it yourself?"
"because I can't"
"why?"
"please"
"fine"
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It was a relatively small party, just a few friends and some friend’s friends, nothing huge.
Vanessa, your best friend, had insisted on throwing it, encouraging you to “live a little now that that asshole isn’t in the picture anymore”.
“That asshole”, was indeed your, as of two weeks, ex-boyfriend.
Neither of them had ever been fans of each other, and thinking back at it now, that should have probably been if not red, at least some kind of colored flag.
Anyway, as always, when it was V talking you into something, you had accepted, with a few conditions of course.
Hence, the small party and your playlist playing in the background.
“Y/n, did you know that?”
right, you should have probably been listening to the conversation.
“Uh, no, it’s news to me” you topped with an awkward laugh you hoped would go unnoticed.
“that’s crazy, you learn something new every day” Ryan commented, making you wonder for a sec if perhaps you had actually missed something interesting.
Just as you turned to Claire beside you to investigate, everyone’s attention moved to Vanessa as she strolled toward you.
Not unusual, you thought, she wasn’t a woman that got unnoticed.
What you found when you turned too, however, did pique your interest.
A man walked beside her, Pedro Pascal.
He fell into the friend-of-friends category.
He was one of Vanessa’s oldest friends from back when she studied in New York. She talked about him sometimes, but you had never actually met him, which, thinking about it, why was that?
"hi there, how's it going?" V asked
"very well, Pyke here was telling us that sharks do not have bones"
There it was, mystery solved.
V raised her brows clearly unimpressed "Wow, well that's great" she patted his shoulder, as everyone made space for the pair.
Pedro still hadn't spoken, and a match of awkwardness lighted as you all came to the same realization.
"Alright then, I think I'm gonna get another drink" The shark expert spoke, and all of a sudden Claire and Ryan both got really thirsty too as they followed him to the kitchen.
A strange smile pulled at V's lips
"Anyway, Y/n, this is Pedro" she gestured "Pedro, this is Y/n"
You felt like one of those women in period dramas when their mothers introduce them to a man they think they should marry.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you" You shook his hand "V has told me about you"
"H-hi" he cleared his throat "it's very nice to meet you too"
" Pedro's here to film a movie"
"are you?" you asked, interested
"yes, I- Uhm- I am"
He looked nervous, and you had no idea why.
"Can I know which, or is it like one of those secret Marvel things?" you joked.
"Oh, no, of course" he laughed, "It's Weapons, it's like a horror movie"
"oh" you winced "Well that's lovely, but you'll have to forgive me if I'm not going to watch it. I hate horror movies"
"Oh, why?" he asked looking genuinely perplexed
"I get scared very easily, and... I'll sound like a 5-year-old, but every time I watch one I have troubles sleeping"
"oh that's fine" he laughed " I get it" he nodded "You don't look like a five-year-old at all" he blurted out, his eyes instantly widening as his brain realized what he had just said "Sound! I meant sound like a 5-year-old" he breathed "you look- you look extremely beautiful, not like-" he stopped himself before he could talk again, and just let out a small "oh god"
You shot Vanessa a glance.
"it's fine" you laughed "I got it," you reassured him, placing a hand on his bicep.
"so, since I'm not going to watch it, why don't you tell me what's about?"
His eyes found yours again, something sparking inside of them at the question.
"Oh you know, it's about guns and swords and rifles," he said with a smile.
You couldn't hide your confusion
"I'm sorry?" you asked, half-laughing
"y'know, because it's called weapons" he explained, his voice getting smaller as he realized the joke had bombed.
"Oh" you laughed, actually laughed "Of course! I'm sorry!"
"No, no don't be sorry it was a stupid joke"
"it was funny, I'm just..." You mimicked something with your hands.
"Y/n!" a shout from across the room caught your attention.
Mary was waving desperately at you, which could only mean that she had either broken another piece of furniture or wanted to do shots.
Neither of those options seemed particularly interesting, for some reason you wanted to know more about the man in front of you.
However, you also couldn't ignore one of your best friends.
"I'll be back in a second, I just need to make sure she hasn't broken another vase" you joked with a grin.
"o-ok" he nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed harshly.
"get ready to tell me about all those weapons!" you called out, already walking to the kitchen.
Once you disappeared, Vanessa raised an eyebrow at him, her expression an open book.
"Don't say anything"
"I'm not"
"good"
there was a brief moment of silence before Vanessa couldn't hold it anymore.
She busted out laughing
"Guns and swords!?" she laughed, recalling his joke
"Shut up"
"And the five-year-old thing!?" she kept going "Dude you've been drooling over her for two years and that's what you go for the moment you finally get to talk to her?"
He couldn't do anything but sigh "I need a drink," he said "And I thought it was funny"
"Yeah, you were the only one, my friend"
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Teenage Dream | pedro pascal x actress!reader
series summary: you always knew you were meant to be in hollywood; it was one of your biggest dreams since you were a teenager. to confirm your believes, you get to make it come true beside the man you've always had a crush on from afar. one of your biggest teenage dreams is already in motion, guess it's time to persue the other.
rating: 18+
prologue warnings: mention of masturbat*on
series warnings: age gap (25/48); eventual smut (will be warned every chapter); mature language; anxiety; fluff; angst; sexual tension; slow burn; reader is a female and has a vag*na.
A/N: first of all, english is not my first language, so there might have grammar issues (lmk if its something outrageous so i can fix it pls)
this is the prologue of a series i really have no ideia where is going!!!!!!! imma be writing what comes to my mind - im always open for suggestions so feel free to message me!
i have no update day for now because if i pressure myself to write this ill never finish it and i also have to conciliate this with college, so pls be patience (but no worries with encouraging messages, it motivates me to write knowing that someone cares hehe)
if someone wants to be tagged in every update, just lmk!
edit: guys, just to let you know, im not updating this for a while, im focusing on other projects and unfortunately this will have to wait, but someday it'll be back!
i guess that's it, let me know if you enjoy it!
thx for reading :)
You remember the first time you saw him as if it was yesterday.
HBO was broadcasting the first episode of the fourth season of Game of Thrones and the sixteen-year-old you, being a huge fan of the show from the beggining, were thrilled to find out how the season would go. Little did you know.
The man of your dreams appeared in a yellow robe, with a sassy attitude and scenes that had you touching yourself at night when finally alone.
You became nearly obcessed with Pedro since that day; following religiously every step of his career, watching everything he was in, dreaming about him during your whole teenagehood.
Eventually, you moved on with your life; had to, you had another dream to persue. You set a path: college, some boyfriends here and there, cast auditions almost every week, shitty jobs with shitty people until you finally - finally - got to get steady as an actress.
You hadn't had you 'boom' yet. During the last three years, you and your agent slowly built your name, starting from bellow, getting small parts in popular shows, some small movies in your curriculum... but you were good. Anyone that worked with you could see that, specially the last director you worked with.
And that's how you got there. The fucking leading role in a fucking big production. With fucking Pedro Pascal as your co-star.
One of your biggest teenage dreams is already in motion, guess it's time to persue the other.
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Slip-ups
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader
Date: Jan 2019
Warnings: none I think but maybe a hint of something.
A/N: this is from y/n's POV and can be a 2nd part of the series but this is a long way from that. yeahhh. Hope you guys like this!!
Y/N L/N Answers the Web’s Most Searched Questions
“Good Afternoon, this is Y/n L/n and this is the wired autocomplete interview,” you started with the most monotonous voice you could ever make
-Autocomplete suggests the most common searcher on the internet-
“I am very excited, I’ve been wanting to do this since like forever but you guys never invited me, which was sad,” the camera then proceeds to zoom in your faces as you looked at the lens with a very menacing look.
-So WIRED asked Y/N L/N some of the internet’s burning questions-
Giggling to yourself, you sat back and took the first board that was given to you.
With a bright smile you said “Alrighty WIRED let’s do thisss!!!”
“Is y/n l/n….related to Sarah Paulson” with a scoff you shook your head and released a very breathy “NNOooooooo”
“ But I’ve been asked this questions a couple times now and as much as I want to be related to Sarah, we are not.”
You looked back at the board, read it a few more times then nodded.
“ But we are sisters though, just not by blood.”
-Cut-
“ Is y/n l/n Elizabeth Swann”
“Oh!! Yup I am the Elizabeth Swann from Pirates of the Caribbean” you explained as soon as the question was revealed
“ did you know that not many people knew I was in that movie? And the reason?” You excitedly asked as you looked at the staff behind the camera.
“Was my fucking dark blonde hair!! Now hold on before you guys on the internet hate on me, let me explain.”
Hands up in a surrendering position you began “Look I loved that role, the series, the people, Orlando Bloom,..” You winked” but blonde just doesn’t suit me, AT ALL, and keeping that hair as blonde as it can is a freaking nightmare so after I’ve finished wrapping up the last of that film series I told myself never EVER!! Take a role that needed my hair to be dyed.”
-Cut-
“ Is y/n l/n a sagittarius”
Smiling to yourself as you recall a memory, you look down and answered “ Yes, yes I am because as you all know I was born on December 1987- GOSH I’m old” you cut yourself as you’ve registered the words that were said.
“But that is all I can tell you, 'cause I’m not that much into horoscopes or zodiacs or whatever but Pe-“ you cut yourself once again.” But uhmmm, someone once told me that I am the "embodiment" of the Sagittarius sign and that we sagi babes are most compatible with an Aries?? I think”
A small smile was seen on your face as the video cuts to the next question.
-Cut-
“ Are y/n l/n and Pedro Pascal friends”
"Hhmmm are we? I mean we hang out, send tiktoks to each other, and he steals my fuzzy socks a lot….” you nod off while listing all the things Pedro has done to you in the past week, in mind.
“ I guess we are friends? nO, I’m just kidding we are, the best might I add”
You beamed at the lens as you rattled on, “of course we’re friends, we’ve been friends for quite a while now and I thank sister Sarah for that. But yeah, I mean who wouldn’t want to be friends with that guy?”
You once again looked at the staff who was nodding at you to continue.
“ He’s friendly, goofy, a great storyteller, and actor” you winked again that was accompanied by a snort, “and a great person in general…ah he also shares his empanadas so that makes him an even Better Greater person HAHA!!”
You then throw the board to the ground as you jump out of your seat
-Cut-
“Who does y/n l/n play in Narcos”
“ I play a DEA agent from Barcelona, Spain named Catalina “Lina” Mendoza, she is the love interest of Javier Pena and who is played by the one and only Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, who is the partner of Boyd Holbrook aka Steve Murphy” proudly you crossed your arms and leaned back in the chair.
-Cut-
“What is y/n l/n first movie”
“Ahh this is a great question, uhmmm my first movie was released way back in ’99 and it’s called the sixth sense. Which was a great experience and opened up my little 11-year-old mind up more into the acting industry.” You answered while thinking back on that more to add.
“ I mean it is a minor role but I got to meet Bruce Willis and act with a very close friend of mine, Trevor Morgan.” You added before looking back at the board.
-Cut-
“What is y/n l/n doing now”
“Since this will be released, I don’t know, a few days or weeks from now I’d try to answer what I would be doing at that time” you scratch your chin as you think of what you would do without saying too much.
“I would either be at home, chilling, drinking wine, while watching a movie OR” you exaggerate, “ I’d be out partying or hanging out with a few friends of mine, yeah I think that’s about it.”
-cut-
“ How can I meet y/n l/n”
Laughing you said, “Well, I’ll probably be in my favourite cafe during my spare time so maybe you guys can drop by and have the courage to say hi,” you tease but was followed by an “I'd rather have you do that instead of taking a, what you think is a discreet, picture of me and the one person I’m with” you ended with a forced smile.
-Cut-
“How old was y/n l/n when Pedro Pascal”
“Guys is this asking what I think it's asking HAHAHAHA” you burst out with a laugh while kind of nervous that you would say something out of line.
“ Well uhm, if you’re asking how old I was when we met, we met through Sarah way back in early 2012 she invited me for a new year's party, so that makes me 24??” You answered with an eyebrow raised.
“ Buuutt,” you dragged.”If you guys are asking about that scene in the second season of Narcos, that you guys are thirsting on about. I would be at around 27 years while shooting that I think. Sooo yeah. Kids don’t ask about those narcos scenes please, better yet don’t watch it until you’re like 25 or 50”
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“ How tall is -“
“ No No! I won’t be answering that question yo-“
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With a huff you looked at the camera, “ I am 5 foot 3....and a half…. On good days I'd be 5'4 and 5'5 with heels. But hey I’m not even that small, the people around me are just giant abnormal-looking non-human beings” you point at the lens
“YES YES IM TALKING TO YOU MISTER PASCAL, so stop teasing me”
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“Ooh would you look at that the last question!”
Ripping the paper as fast as you can it says “Can y/n l/n dance?”
You noticeably perked up at this but before you can answer a voice came from behind the camera and said “No!”
“ Hey! I mean I’m not a good dancer but I can dance properly you know. I flow with the vibe of the music you know what i’m saying!!! Yeah?”
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You were seen grinning before you were called on camera.
Throwing the board behind you once again you say “ Well WIRED, that was certainly interesting and this might be one of the most... chill... interviews I’ve been on! Can’t wait to do more! Bye!!”
COMMENTS
Fan 1: that was…..entertaining
Fan 2: the slip ups OH MY FUCKING GOD
Fan 3: the way she called out the paps HA serves you right!!
Fan 4: i love how most of the internet asks about y/n and Pedro indirectly. Like girl, we’ve been waiting for years.
Fan 5: Oh so this is the girl, Pedro was seen with the other day. She looks too young, I don’t get why people ship these two, he wouldn’t go for immature younger women.
↳ Fan 4 replied to Fan 5: Girl be fucking for real they've been dating for years now, try to look it up.
Fan 6: I love her friendship with Sarah and Pedro!!! And it looks like she was adopted by Sarah Paulson the same way she did with Pedro HAHAHAH oh and we got crumbs on her hanging out with Pedro with that sharing of food thing
Fan 7: I NEED MORE Y/N CONTENT, SHE IS THE QUEEN, MY LOVE, MY WIFE AND BABY!!!!
Fan 8: so is no one else curious about who said “No” as soon as that dancing question was revealed, cause all I know is that it sure ain’t one of the staff.
↳ Fan 7 replied to Fan 8: HOW THE HELL?? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW THEY'RE TOGETHER?! I'm speechless
Fan 9: she’s so smiley and goofy in this interview, must’ve had a lot of fun shooting this.
↳ WIRED replied to Fan 9: 👀 about that….
↳ fan 9 replied to WIRED: why? what’s happening
Fan 10: The sarcasm when asked if Pedro's her friend is killing me😵
↳ Fan 8 replied to Fan 10: aren't they friends though?
↳ Fan 10 replied to Fan 8: girl go search it up. i just, can't. this is because of his rising fame, everyone doesn't know that much yet. what more if this continues for the years to come.
Fan 11: The comments of old Pedro fans and new Pedro fans are funny.
A/N: so we got a little back story for y/n and her friendship with Pedro and Sarah ahhhh. ay, this doesn't directly follow my last fic, but I wanted to put this out earlier. Just to let you guys know this series follows a timeline I've done so that would explain why there are dates and stuff at the beginning of each fic. That's all, Thank you!! Bye for now.
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She didn't even finish the question and the puppy eyes after ,man's so sassy😃
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imagine getting tickets for the renaissance tour with pedro and sarah and then reader (also an actress) finds out their pregnant, but of course that not stoping them. and reader went to the concert like 6 months pregnant and then news are reporting it, fan freaking out
sorry if that was a lot
(that wasn’t a lot don’t worry)
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The tickets for the Renaissance tour dropped and you didn't even hesitate a second to buy them with Pedro. You were not going to miss that, nothing would make you miss going to see Beyoncé, your idol, on tour. If you didn't have a career you would have travelled to the integrity of the tour, but well, you couldn't. But one concert is good enough!
But something happened. Something that could change your future. Two months after buying your tickets for the concert, you fell ill. You got sick for a week. You kept waking up early with nausea, you kept throwing up. You were also very tired, you spent the afternoon on the couch napping. After three days of struggling, you decided to go to the doctor to get checked out.
After the appointment and the blood test, the results came back. You were pregnant. You've been with Pedro for 3 years now so it wasn't too soon on the relationship, but you didn't know if Pedro was ready, well, you didn't even know if you were ready at all. You didn't even wait at the end of the day to tell him. You couldn't handle this on your own, so you drove to his set and waited for him to take a break. Once the news were dropped, Pedro was actually happy about it. He never thought he would ever be a father, and this was the opportunity he was apparently waiting for. So you decided to keep the baby.
But as the months passed by, you realised that you were going to be deeply pregnant once the renaissance concert would arrive. You debated for days, even fought with Pedro because he didn't want you to come, to risk anything while you definitely wanted to go and risk everything. This was your dream, and it would, for sure, be a lot harder to go to a concert once the baby would be born.
So there you were, six months pregnant, walking in the stadium, holding hands with Pedro, Sarah and her friends behind you. Thank god you had a good spot in the front so that you could have some space. And it was the best night of your life. You never regretted once. Being pregnant didn't stop you from having fun. Your legs and back were hurting, but it wasn't that bad, it didn't bother you.
You were able to sing very loud, to dance a little, you laughed with your friends and boyfriend, you took some pictures and videos. But, being a famous actress, nothing stays unseen. Of course, people, fans noticed you were there. But they didn't only notice you, they noticed the huge bump you had. And they had a strong opinion about it. Most of the people were shocked that you were six months pregnant and went through hours of very loud music, standing and singing. It wasn't "healthy" for the baby.
You didn't think much of it when you saw that you were trending on socials because of that, until you were peacefully watching the news and saw your face appear on the screen. There was a polemic because you were six months pregnant and you went to a concert. You couldn't believe it. Your phone was blowing up, and your publicist was among it, trying to call you so that you could fix this mess.
That's how you found yourself making a video that you would publish on Instagram, Twitter, even TikTok in order to explain the situation. You found it very childish, Pedro thought the same thing. You weren't going to apologise, what for? But you still had to say something. It was about yourself after all.
"Hello everyone" you waved at the camera "I'm here, making this video because of something I'm not really sure I understand" you laughed awkwardly "but I think it was because I am currently six months pregnant and I went to a concert and you're not happy about it?" you pretended to think "I don't really have much to say, except that I talked about it with my doctor before, it wasn't something irrational that I just did like that." you started to explain "I made sure it was okay for the baby, and safe for me to go before actually going, I'm not crazy" you said at the camera "Also, I wasn't alone, my boyfriend was here, as well as our friends, so they took good care of me" you smiled, trying to sound serious and not sarcastic. "So, there is no need to make a polemic for this, to spread rumours and all. I am fine, the baby is great, everyone had a good time." you continued, touching your belly "I can also assure you that I will not go to an other concert, but not because you convinced me not to, but only because I will be working instead" you paused "I am pregnant, I am not sick, I can still do things" you shrugged "Anyway, thank you for worrying about me and the baby, but this is none of your business and we are well supported. Bye!" You blew a kiss at the camera of your phone before shutting it off.
Wow, what people can make you do, you thought. But you still sent the video away so that you could finally live peacefully, for a while at least, hoping the video would work. And it did work. Mostly. People apologised as they noticed they crossed a line. But of course there are still haters out there, thinking it was unforgivable. But whatever, a few less fans won't hurt. The good ones are still here supporting you.
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Just Once a Year / Pedro Pascal x Reader
Sequel out now: Maybe Twice a Year
The grand ballroom was alive with the shimmering glow of chandeliers, an ethereal scene that provided a backdrop for the most prestigious awards ceremony of the year. This was the first time Pedro was being nominated and he was nominated for not 1, not 2, but 3 awards. As a first timer, he has broken records for this achievement - and yet what should be a night pure of celebration and joy for him is tinged with sorrow.
He found himself seated in a sea of Hollywood's elite, his heart a complex interplay of anticipation and trepidation. The vacant chair beside him was a stark reminder of the impending arrival of his ex-girlfriend.
Pedro's fingers tapped rhythmically against his thigh as he waited for the inevitable moment. He stole glances at the entrance, his chest tightening with each passing second. And then, there you were - radiant as ever in a gown that shimmered like stardust, hair cascading down your back. A small part of him felt relieved that you didn’t appear with your new rumoured beau, but had taken your brother as your plus one instead.
Your eyes met briefly, a connection that carried years of memories and emotions, before you turned away, gaze drifting toward the stage. Pedro's heart raced, and he fumbled with his cufflinks, trying to mask his turmoil with a composed facade.
"Hey Pedro," your voice, warm but cautious, pulled him from his thoughts. "It's been a while."
Pedro's lips curved into a polite smile, one that concealed the storm of emotions raging within him. "Yeah, quite a while."
As the awards ceremony unfolded, a symphony of applause and cheers filled the air, a stark contrast to the uneasy silence that hung between Pedro and you. You exchanged pleasantries about the weather, your recent projects, and the industry's ever-shifting landscape, all while the ghosts of your shared past danced beneath your words.
“How is it we’re talking about the fucking weather when I know what you look like at 2am when you’re too anxious to sleep?” Pedro thought to himself silently.
"You look absolutely stunning tonight," Pedro ventured instead, his voice carrying a note of wistfulness.
A soft smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "Thank you. You look handsome as always. And God I can’t believe I forgot to say this already but congrats on everything. You’ve been in some amazing stuff lately.”
He chuckled softly, his gaze fixed intently on you. "Thank you. So have you,” he replied but he was finding it hard to produce words in his mouth when all he kept thinking about was that you had been keeping up with his projects and had seen his shows. He wondered if you liked them. He wondered if you were proud of him.
The nominees for each category were announced, and the room brimmed with palpable tension. Pedro's name was called, and he graciously accepted the award, his gaze briefly locking with yours as he did. The applause that followed felt distant, as though they were enveloped in a world of their own making. He didn’t know if it was appropriate to hug you before he went to get his award, although he dreamt of this moment his whole life. For you to be the first one he embraced when he finally made a name for himself - it’s all he’s ever wanted. But he knows he shouldn’t, so he turns to his sister instead before making his way on the stage.
When he returns you give him a polite congratulations and the show goes on. In a momentary lull between awards, you turned to Pedro, a soft sigh escaping you. "Can I be honest? This.. sucks. I don’t know how to make small talk with you anymore.”
Pedro nodded, a shared understanding passing between the both of you. "I know. I don’t either.”
As the ceremony neared its conclusion, Pedro found himself stealing glances at you. There was something different about you—an air of newfound confidence, a sense of independence that he hadn't seen before. Pride mingled with a touch of melancholy as he realized that both of you had evolved since your tumultuous breakup.
Just before the event drew to a close, you leaned closer to Pedro, your voice a soft whisper in the cacophony of the room. "Congratulations on your award, Pedro. You truly deserve it. More than anyone else in this room."
"Thank you," he replied, his voice holding a tenderness that belied the complexity of the situation.
As you stood to leave, you turned to him, your eyes holding a mosaic of emotions and words left unsaid. "Take care, Pedro."
"You too, sweetheart," he responded, his voice a gentle murmur.
Walking away from each other felt like a symphony of unfinished sentences and unspoken feelings. Pedro couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia, of the love you once shared and the heartache that followed. Yet, an unexpected thought bubbled to the surface of his mind: "I get to see her. At least once a year, I get to see her." It was a sentiment that resonated deeply within him, a small solace that fueled his determination to excel in his craft, to secure nominations, and to continue crossing paths with you in these fleeting moments. You were a brilliant actress and he had no doubt you’d continue climbing your way to the top. He wanted to be there when you did. Even if he didn’t get to be by your side when you did, he’d settle for being in the same room.
As he exited the grand ballroom, Pedro cast a final glance back at you, who stood amidst a constellation of fellow actors and industry luminaries. A surge of pride swelled within him as he watched you shine, your accomplishments standing as a testament to your talent and resilience. In that moment, despite the awkwardness and pain that had punctuated your encounter, Pedro felt a genuine admiration for you—a reminder of how far you both had come and how he’d never stop rooting for you.
He walked away with a heart brimming with emotions, knowing that the annual awards ceremony had become more than just a gathering of stars for him—it was a canvas upon which your shared journey would continue to unfold, inspiring him to strive for greatness and to keep crossing paths with the woman who had once captured his heart. He would settle for watching your life through pictures and screens if it meant he could have this moment with you - once a year.
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Dedicated to my babycakes: @just-some-random-blogger who co-erced me into writing <3
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My beloved @kib-ble wanted a Joel bodyguard au so that’s what they’re gonna get.
Bodyguard!Joel miller x Famous!Reader AU, im sorry i couldn’t help but put a little angst between joel and ellie. it’s in my blood to make things sad. I’m also giving you famous friends from our world so don’t mind that. If you’re mad about being friends with them, idk, cry about it. (They aren’t bad people btw, just celebs i follow) I’m making you friends with the cast of the rookie. i don’t pay that much attention to celebrities but i like the rookie.
Warnings - TW! Sexual harassment/Assault (Someone grabs your ass unasked for but don’t worry joel will put him in his place) This is not tlou cannon it just has tlou characters if you don’t like it don’t read :) there are no zombies! TLOU CANNON LEVEL VIOLENCE (its really just a fist fight but yk) Sarah’s here too idgaf if she and ellie couldn’t be at the same time, don’t ask about ellie’s parents (fatal car accident 😔) (THIS IS WAY LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE OR INTENDED IT TO BE PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE OR IF YOU LIKE IT)
“You know you’re not meant to run away from the person protecting you?” A voice interrupted your silence. Not just any voice. His voice. “Well i wouldn’t have to run away if i could have five minutes to myself, miller” You replied standing up. “You know it’s for your safety right? We’re not just here to bother you” He said walking over to you. “Oh trust me i know, you only remind me everyday” You said rolling your eyes. “How did you even find me anyways?” You continued turning to him. “You’re not that hard to find princess” He remarked moving closer to you. “Come on, you’ve got a dinner to get to, and some creep was lurking out there with his camera” He said sliding his hand into yours to pull you out of the room you’d hidden away in.
“Why do I even have to go to this thing anyways” You said smiling at the feeling of his hand in yours. “Because it’s important, at least that’s what your manager said” He said continuing down the hall. “Stop here” He said letting go of your hand to grab the door. Your hand felt slightly colder without his warmth but you just shook it off. “Okay, no one’s there, move, quickly” He said ushering you out the door. Walking out the door you practically ran to the car with Joel trailing close behind. Once you were safely in the car Joel told the driver where to go. “So why do you spend all your time following me around, I mean i know it’s your job, but you hardly ever switch someone” You said turning to him.
He’s been your bodyguard for years and always seems to be around. “Well it’s my job like you said, and I only have one person to get back to” He said smiling slightly. Feeling a little dejected thinking he had a girlfriend you asked who. “Ellie. I’m like her guardian or whatever, I raised her, she lives with me in a small town, but she’s grown now, doesn’t need me hovering around her” He said looking out the window. “I’m sure she’ll always need you” You said smiling at him. “Yeah, i guess, but she spends a whole lot more time with her friends than she does me. I mean we don’t even go on walks anymore. It’s just ‘Bye Joel i’m going out with Dina and Jesse’. It’s like she doesn’t need me” He said a little dejectedly.
“Well she’s a teenager right? She needs her space and I’m sure if you just asked you could spend more time together” You said reaching over to pat his knee. You were about to remove your hand when he put his over yours and held it there. “Yeah i’m sure you’re right” He said smiling at you. That was a rarity. Joel Miller barely ever smiles so you feel pretty special when he throws one your way. After that the conversation died out but you still had your hand on his knee and his was still over yours. As the car rolled to a stop he looked down remembering your hand was there and he quickly removed his. He stepped out of the car and walked to your side to open the door.
“Miss y/l/n” He said grabbing your hand to help you out of the car. Much more professional than you two had been five minutes ago. There were photographers everywhere. They all kept shouting at you to look at them and you did your best to keep up. Eventually someone came outside and ushered you and Joel and your other guard Andrew inside. Once you were inside you were led to a table full of people you either knew or recognized. “Ahh y/n, you’re here!” Melissa cheered. “That i am!” You replied hugging here. “We wondered when we were gonna see you again.” Eric said smiling at you. You slid into your seat between the two and continued talking to all of them.
“Is he gonna keep staring at us like that?” Mekia asked looking over your shoulder. You turned around to see Joel glaring at the table but softening a bit when he caught your eye. You smiled at him and then turned back, “Joel’s always like that, but he won’t do anything unless one of you tries something” You said laughing. “He doesn’t seem like he’s always like that considering he smiled after you turned away” Nathan said raising an eyebrow at you. “Now he’s right back to glaring” Mekia said laughing. Soon the food arrived and you started eating. The whole point of this event was to make friends with other actors and actresses, but really mostly people just stuck by people they already knew.
“Are you gonna come dance with us?” Alyssa said after you’d all finished eating. “I suppose” You said pretending to be reluctant but smiling anyways. “Come on they opened the bar!” Melissa said grabbing your hand. “Well i’ll never say no to free alcohol” You said letting her pull you. After a few drinks (more like 5) you were still dancing with your friends. “Hey pretty lady” Some guy whispered in your ear as he came up behind you. This immediately caught Joel’s eye but he didn’t want to step in until it was a problem. Everything was fine, until it wasn’t. You had just silently moved away but he followed you. Once he grabbed your ass you pushed him away.
He stumbled back into a few people but came back almost immediately after he moved forward Joel was by your side. “I suggest you take a few steps back” He said pulling you behind him. “What’re you gonna do old man” The man said challenging him. Joel walked you back a little before swinging at the man. He stumbled back into the people behind him who took this opportunity to flee the dance floor leaving you, joel and the man standing in it. The man quickly threw a punch at joel which he caught and then punched the guy in the stomach. After that the man got the upperhand for a second and you were about to do something, anything but Melissa and Eric pulled you back.
“He’s okay, this what he was hired for” Melissa said to you as you continued watching them fight. Eventually after a solid punch Joel knocked the man out cold. You ran over to him grabbing his shoulders. “Fuck Joel, you’re insane, he could have killed you” You said gripping his jacket. “Probably not, but im okay, just a little sore and a few scratches” He said rubbing his hands up your arms. As you continued scolding joel security came to drag the other man out to some car to take him to the hospital. “A few scratches?! Your knuckles are bloody and scraped to hell” You said turning your attention to his hand. You were close to tears by this point.
He stopped your frantic search for more injuries by pulling you into his arms. “You hear that princess? M’hearts still beating” He whispered into your ear. You stood like that for a couple minutes before he spoke again. “Are you okay?” He said pulling you out of his chest. Of course he’s thinking of your comfort when he’s all scraped up. “Yeah, I’m okay now, let’s get you to the hospital” You said wiping your nose. “I don’t want to go to the hospital, i’ll just go home tommy and ellie can probably help me better anyways” He said shaking his head. “Joel you need to go to the hospital” You scolded him.
“Please, i don’t want to go to the hospital, just let me go home, please” He practically begged you. You’d never heard him sound like this let alone say please. “Yeah okay, but i’m coming with you” You grabbed his arm before walking over to your friends. “I’m gonna take him home, just didn’t want to leave without sayin goodbye” You said hugging your friends. Joel stood behind you while you said bye to your friends. He’s never been as fidgety as he is right now, something must be really bothering him. “Alright, let’s get you home yeah?” You said grabbing his good hand. He just nodded and wordlessly followed you out the door. Once you settled in the car and told the driver to take you to joel’s you rolled up the screen separating the back and the front.
“Joel” You said quietly unsure how to approach the problem. He hummed in response tilting his head towards you. “Are you okay?” The silence filled the car after that. You didn’t want to speak again until he said something. It took him a few minutes but he spoke again. “No, not really” He said grabbing onto your hand. You unbuckled and moved closer to him. Wrapping your arms around him you buried your face in his shoulder. Joel’s never been like this in all the years you’ve known him. You were about to speak again when you felt tears hit your chest and heard his shaky breathing. Instead of speaking you just held him tighter and let him cry into your chest.
“I’m sorry” He said finally pulling away from you. “Don’t apologize, you don’t ever have to apologize for your emotions” You said swiping his hair off his forehead. He nodded and pulled you into another hug, which you returned. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked quietly. “No, at least not right now” He said pulling away as the car rolled to a stop in front of joel’s. You slid out with him and stopped walking when he walked back over to the car. You didn’t hear what he said but shortly after the car pulled away leaving you both alone. “Come on, we gotta get you cleaned up” You held out your hands to him which he took. Once you both walked through the door Ellie sprung up from the couch.
She took in the both of you before speaking. “What the hell happened to you” She said scanning joel’s injuries. “It’s nothin” Joel brushed it off walking past her into the kitchen. You stood there awkwardly before joel called you into the kitchen. “I called tommy he should be here in a few minutes, would you like something to drink?” He said walking over to you. “No i’m alright” You smiled before sitting in a chair at the table. “Joel? Are you gonna tell me what happened or should i ask her?” Ellie said walking into the kitchen. “It was just a little fight, ellie i’m fine” He said brushing off her concern. “A little fight? You’re all scraped up, you haven’t had a fight in forever too” She said continuing to pester him.
You enjoyed watching the two of them interact. “Ellie i said it’s nothing” He said coming off a little harshly. She shrunk a little before stepping back. “I’m sorry kiddo, it was just a rough day” He said turning towards her. Then the door to the house opened and tommy walked in. “Joel, what the hell happened?” Tommy said walking into the kitchen. Once he stopped he spotted you. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend?” He said turning back to joel. “Girlfriend?!” Sarah said running down the stairs. “She’s not my girlfriend, and what’re you doing here? Aren’t you meant to be at home with your family?” Joel said turning to her.
You were happy to just sit quietly and watch joel interact with the people he loves. “I told them i was gonna hang out with ellie for a little” She said brushing off his question. “Sorry to butt in but joel you’re still hurt” You said finally speaking. “Right” Tommy said reaching under the sink for the first aid kit. As tommy worked on cleaning joel in the living room, Sarah and Ellie moved to sit next to you. Joel had begrudgingly left you alone with them but not without warning them to behave. “Soooo, what’re your intentions with my dad” Sarah said first. “You can’t just ask her things like that” Ellie said cutting her off. “What do you mean?” You said finally.
“Are you together? Do you like him? Do you love him?” She said, the questions flowing out of her mouth rapidly. “No we’re not together” You we’re about to continue speaking when joel walked back in and cut you off. “Stop botherin her” He said stopping behind your chair. “We’re not bothering her, right?” Sarah said looking from her father to you. “They’re fine Joel, really.” You said looking up at him. “Did you send Drew away or is he gonna be back?” You said turning to fully face him. “He’s gone, you can stay here tonight” He said with full confidence. “But we don’t have a guest room” Ellie said looking up at him confused. “She can just sleep in my bed, i’ll sleep on the couch” Joel said sitting in the chair next to you.
“Hell no, after tonight your sleeping in your bed, i cant take that away from you” You said shaking your head. “Why don’t you just share the bed?” Sarah said looking between the two of you. “Yeah, I mean you’re both adults” Tommy said patting joel on the shoulder. “Are you okay with that?” Joel said nudging your foot with his. “Yeah, Yeah, we can handle it” You said trying not to sound to eager. “Sarah can you go to yours and grab her some clothes?” Joel turned to his daughter. “Sure!” She said standing up and leaving quickly. “Alright, i’ve gotta get back home before maria strings me up but i’ll be seeing you” Tommy said pointing to you as he left. “Can i go have a sleepover at Dina’s? I meant to ask you earlier but you weren’t home” Ellie said turning to Joel.
“Yeah go ahead” And with that Ellie got up and grabbed the bag she had apparently already packed and ran out the door. “Guess it’s just us then” Joel said chuckling awkwardly. You nodded and then the door opened again. “I only have pajama shorts, sorry, but she can borrow one of your shirts right dad?” Sarah said handing you the shorts. “Of course you can” Joel said slightly smiling. “Alright, gotta go” Sarah said turning back around and leaving. “Let’s go to bed” Joel said pulling you up and then walking you to the stairs. Once you two had reached his bedroom he walked in and pulled out a shirt for you. He handed it to you before turning around.
As you stated to take off your jewelry you remembered the zipper on the back of your dress. You tried to do it yourself but since you couldn’t even zip it yourself how did you expect to take it off. “Um, Joel?” You whispered into the room. “Yes?” He called back. “I, uh, i cant unzip it” You said too embarrassed to turn around. You heard footsteps move closer to you before stopping just behind you. You could feel his breath on your neck as he began to speak. “Do you need some help?” Your breath caught as you realized how close he is to you. You nodded and his hands moved to the zipper. His fingers brushing against your back sent sparks shooting through you.
“It’s unzipped” He said pulling you out of your thoughts. You realized he must have turned around again as you couldn’t hear his voice as clearly. You slid his shirt and the shorts on and turned back to face him. “You can look now” You said and he turned towards you. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you in his shirt and extremely small shorts. He can’t help but think sarah did that on purpose. You both climbed into bed, as you settled in you thought to yourself how you could get used to this. Family talks, His shirts, Sleeping next to him in bed. “Joel” You said slowly. He hummed turning to look at you.
“Would you hold me?” You asked quietly. He nodded and flipped the light off before settling in behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and smiled at the feeling of finally having you in his arms even if it isn’t when he’s with you. That would be a talk for another time. “Goodnight joel” You said rolling over to face him. “Goodnight sunshine” Joel said as you snuggled into his chest. Yeah you could get used to this. And so could he.
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