Cherry 🍒

Look what finally came! ❤️ Thank you! ❤️ @ohpedromypedros-main @ohpedromypedro

The cocktail bar was hot, the glow of neon lights and flashes of silver from the sparkling disco balls added to the warm and stuffy atmosphere.

You were huddled up around a large round table with your friends, a cozy booth in the corner with leather seats and mirrors on the walls. You slurp up the last of your cocktail drunkenly, the pink straw was ridiculously long sticking up through giant slices of fruit and cocktail umbrellas that decorated the glass.

“You gonna eat that?” A friend giggled from beside you, nodding towards one of the large strawberries wedged onto your glass.

She giggled drunkenly as you look confused for a minute.

“Um no, go ahead” you laugh, shuffling in the leather seat and watching her as she reached for the fruit.

You flash a smile with amusement as she devoured the strawberry. It reminded you of the time when you and Pedro went for a picnic and he pretended to eat a strawberry seductively that you tried to feed him. He was always such a goofball and such a tease.

“Omg so many to choose from! What one are you going to order next y/n?” One of the girls shouted from across the table.

You had a job to hear her over the music that was blaring, her head was buried in the cocktail menu as was yours.

“Ummm sex on the beach” you answer loudly as you continue to scan the menu..

‘Blue lagoon’

‘Woo woo’

‘Strawberry daiquiri’

“Hmmm so many! It’s defo gotta be sex on the beach though” you continue.

“I agree! Speaking of sex..” a friend trailed.

“Oh no” another spoke out.

You all laugh shaking heads knowing exactly where this was going.

You all order another round of cocktails before you all dive deep into a conversation of sex and who’s doing what etc. Tips, tricks, complaints and advice..

It all gets shared on girls night.

You drown the girls out for a moment when the blaring music switches to some cheesy 80’s pop song making your cheeks heat up, holding in a laugh when you notice it’s the same song you and Pedro likes to blast out in the car and have a sing-song to.

“Hello! Earth to y/n?” Your friends call out, hands waving around to catch your attention.

You jump out of your trance, the prominent music now just background noise again.

“Sorry!” You laugh.

You try to focus on each of them but your vision is almost already effected by dizziness.

They all giggle out, eyes lit up and skin glowing from the neon lights.

“We were just asking how your sex life was going, last time we checked you were touch starved” they all laughed sending you mischievous grins.

“What was you just thinking about? Pedro?” One of them remarked teasingly and they all laugh and begin to nod knowingly.

“No”

But your blush gave your lie away.

“Knew it” she spat with a laugh.

“I was but not like that..” you laugh nervously your cheeks hot and red.

“Oh shut up, you are always thinking about him!” They all giggled and continued to agree.

“It’s true” they confirmed.

“Whatever” you scowl with a roll of your eyes and a laugh.

You shrug it off as your cocktails finally arrive and they all look so good. The girls snap photos and you join in so you can send one to Pedro. You quickly analyse the snap of your coctail, the orange liquid presented itself in a tall glass with plenty of ice and orange wedges.

‘You have to guess what cocktail it is 🍸’

You happily press send, eager for Pedro’s reply.

Pedro never kept you waiting.

‘Sex on the beach 🍹😜’

You raise your eyebrows impressed as you read his message.

‘How’d you know? 🧐’

‘Well I know a good cocktail when I see one.. and you order a sex on the beach everytime, it’s your favourite cocktail baby 😁❤️’

You blush at his reply then laugh because it’s true.

“Look girls! She’s texting him right now!” Your friend yells beside you. She takes your arm and holds it up so that your phone is exposed. The girls look on in anticipation, giggling and drinking, sending you winks.

“Okay so when are you going to admit that you are both in love with each other!”

You drop your arm and look towards your friend sat opposite. She raises an eyebrow as she waits for a response.

You pinch the straw of your cocktail and take a long slurp, your heart racing.

“Never, because I’m not” you breath out. “Never, because I’m not” you breath out.

“You’re both too close to be just friends, are you sure you aren’t fucking?” Another friend asks.

“Or already dating?” Another one speaks up.

You shake your head, chewing on your straw.

“Girls just stop” you laugh lightly.

They all laugh it off and continue drinking as you try to down the cocktail to cool yourself down. You felt like a drug dealer being interrogated...

A few cocktails later and you were all playing childish games like never have I ever and truth or dare which all took a turn when one of your more daring friends whipped out a pack of pills.

“What the hell are they!?” Your friends all laugh at her.

You cock up an eyebrow intrigued, if it was something illegal and addicting then there was no way.

“Girls.. What I have here is the answer to all of our sexual problems!” She chimes out holding back a giggle.

wether or not she was joking around was hard to tell.

You all shuffle in closer around the table as she slapped the packet down for you to all see and there read on the pink and white packaging ‘lady viagra’

Oh my god what!!” The girls all shouted in tears.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with them.

“I didn’t know this was actually a thing” you question in amusement.

“You can get them online, or in any sex shop of course, made for us woman who need that extra bit of a push to get in the mood” she explains with a large smirk.

“Why have you got them?” You laugh, eyeing between her and the packet suspiciously.

She almost cringes but takes a sip of her drink and explains.

“Wanted to try them and see what they would actually do to you, didn’t want to try them on my own”

“Well what are we waiting for!” One of the others yells out excitedly.

“Why do I get a feeling this is a bad idea..” you hesitate.

“Oh shush! Pop one in your drink, let’s have a laugh!” She urges.

One by one you pop the pills into your cocktails and begin to mix them in with the straws. You are all now bubbling with mischievousness and excitement as the night begins to pick up more. You all eye each other as you slowly begin to slurp the poisoned cocktails.

“Oh god what have we just done” you giggle with a hiccup.

The girls burst into laughter at your hiccup before almost hiccuping themselves, all a drunken mess.

It doesn’t take long before you are completely intoxicated, the blaring music drowning you as you begin to sway. Suddenly you feel hot and giddy, beads of sweat glistening over your forehead and chest.

“Girls is it me or is it really hot in here?” You begin to pant, waving your hands to fan yourself.

They all look dazed, lazy smiles on their faces.

“No it is, it’s hot.. really hot!” They all agree.

Dizziness takes over you and a feeling of something else but you couldn’t pin point what it was yet.

“Toilets. Now!” One of the girls demanded and you all rushed around tables and crowds of dancing people to get to the toilets quickly.

You slip down the wall next to the hand dryer. You set it off accidentally and it almost scares the life out of you but at least it woke you up a bit. You felt hot, weak, needy. Something was burning in the pit of your stomach, a warm fuzzy feeling, an urge.

“Girls what’s happening” you breath out.

You look up through your fluttering lashes, you couldn’t see it but others could, there was lust in your eyes.

“I feel so horny!” One of the girls whine as she bounces on the spot.

“Same!” You sigh. “I need..”

“A big cock” another friend blurted out finishing your sentence.

You laugh drunkenly.

“We’ve actually spiked ourselves, girls this isn’t even funny” another said.

“Who cares, I want sex so baaad! I’m texting Brad” another friend answers.

You assumed Brad was some sort of fuck boy she had at hand in times like these and you chuckled at her in disbelief but at this moment you couldn’t judge, if anything you was slightly envious. You tugged at your clothes wanted nothing more then to strip them of or have someone rip them off for you. The girls all felt the same frustration.

You all tried to fight the power of the love potion but it wasn’t long before you were all on the dancefloor hungrily gripping each other, dancing seductively and soaking up all the attention but it wasn’t enough.

“Girls, not being funny but I need to go back in the toilet and get myself off or something!” One of them laughed.

“Im just gonna pull someone and take them home tonight” the other sighed.

You were so desperate too but no matter how wasted you were you would never take a stranger home.

The night was hot and heavy and you felt like you were on fire. Your skin was longing to be touched, you ached to be kissed and you were desperate for someone to just take you, you was so wet down there.

“This is killing me!” I need to go!” you shouted over the music.

You felt quite faint but never the less still really horny.

The only friend still standing was mindlessly grinding with some guy she knew from work, swapping spit like no one else was in the room, hands roaming everywhere.

“Okay well I’m going now”

Still no response! She had completely turned into a sex zombie.

The cold Saturday night air hits you hard as you finally step out of the bar. Finally you feel like you can breath again but the burning feeling inside continues. You nearly cry, your eyes sparkling in the city lights. You tap onto your phone while trying to flag down a taxi, your wet underwear now more noticeable while standing out in the cold.

‘I need you’ is all you send, to Pedro of course.

Your amazing and gorgeous best friends dick is the only dick you ever want and could ever need right now.

You slip into a taxi and give them the location to the hotel Pedro is currently staying at, then your phone pings.

‘You need me? What do you mean, to come get you?’

You sigh in relief at his reply. thank god, he’s still awake. You don’t bother to reply, another minute and you would be there.

Your phone pings again as you tip the driver and exit the car.

‘Baby?’

You sway drunkenly through the lobby and into the elevator.

Another ping.

‘???’

Pedro was clearly worried. It made you all the more hot for him.

As you slunk into the corner of the elevator waiting for your floor, you only dreamt of Pedro gripping your thighs, pushing you up against the cold metal as he devoures your neck in sloppy kisses, sneakily pulling your underwear down before the doors open back up revealing you both.

The ‘ding’ of the elevator snaps you out of that little fantacy and you strut out into the corridor. The vision of the hallway narrows and it takes all of your concerntration to find his room number but then you finally reach his door..

Your chest rises and falls quickly as another wave of heat washes over you, feeling high upon another level of lust and desire. As if by magic the door suddenly swings open completely startling you, you hadn’t even knocked yet.

“Y/n?” Pedro stops in his tracks.

He immediately looks you up and down. You were taken back by how good he looks tonight.

“Going out?” You question, you reach to play with his jacket.

His soft brown eyes focus on you deeply, something seemed a bit off.

“to find you” he chuckles softly.

His deep voice had you weak at the knees and suddenly you could feel yourself getting wetter.

You pushed him back so you could step into the room making sure to slam the door shut behind you.

“Well you found me” you smile.

You bite your lip, your eyes wondering all over your best friend. Damn why did he always look so good, it wasn’t just when you were intoxicated.

“You said you needed me?” He raised an eyebrow.

You sigh as your temperature rose again, sweat glistening over your collerbones and chest. It was a sight to see, you all hot and bothered. Pedro couldn’t deny that he liked it.

“It’s so hot Pedro, I’m so hot” You fluster some more as you begin to tug on the straps of your dress.

“God it’s so hot”

“What are you doing” he laughes as he watches you flurry around the room, tugging at your dress.

You finally settle in front of him again, hands resting upon his shoulders as his hands fall to your hips.

His large hands gripping your hips sends a soft moan out of your mouth and you melt into him. He slowly becomes concerned but can’t help but find it entertaining.

“Are you okay?” He questions with a light laugh.

“No, Pedro help me out of this dress” you sigh out.

You become all hot and bothered as Pedro reaches behind you, tugging and pulling the zip down at the back of the your dress effortlessly and without hesitation. His thumbs against your soft skin as he pushes down each arm strap has you shaking.

“Oh god Pedro” you pant.

He suddenly steps back to analyse your face.

“Are you getting off on this?” He questions hiding a smirk.

“Any girl would” you drunkenly breath out, defending yourself.

He shakes his head in disbelief, another chuckle escaping his lips.

“How many cocktails have you had?” He teases.

You giggle for a moment before finally letting your dress drop. You study pedro’s deep chocolate eyes for a moment and he’s soaking up the sight of you completely caught up for a moment.

“Like what you see?” You tease. “Well you can have me..”

You step towards him pushing him gently onto the bed. You want to straddle him and so you do, your soaking wet underwear gives a nice friction when grinding into him.

“Hey slow it down” he breathes out in his rough low voice, he’s clearly turned on himself now.

If it wasn’t for the potion you would of listened, in fact you probably wouldn’t even be on top of him half naked right now but my god you were just so horny, you were completely possessed and there was no slowing down.

“Just fuck me pedro, I want you so bad” you moaned into his ear, hips bucking into him with desperation.

“Oh god, baby just stop, stop for a minute” he panted.

It took all of pedro’s self control to get you to stop. He looked you dead in the eyes, gripping your face in his hands to grab your full attention.

“What is going on? what is this? It’s not that I don’t want you but you are clearly out of it, I’m not taking advantage”

You take his hands like a stroppy child and pull them away from your face to place them back on your hips. You begin to trail sloppy kisses up pedros neck, the smell of his aftershave lingering on his skin.

“I. Just. Want. You.” You breath inbetween kisses.

Pedro picks you up effortlessly and practically slams you down on the bed but not in the way you would like him to. You bounce in the middle, eyeing him up as he stands at the edge of the bed running his fingers through his hair. He’s turned on but frustrated, worried, annoyed.

“You’ve been drugged” He almost chokes on his words.

You roll your eyes and whine.

“Come back, I need you!”

You start roaming your hands in the places you want Pedro to touch you and he eyes you up curiously.

“I’m not drugged, me and the girls had too much to drink, we also took some lady viagra and now I’m so horny! Pedro help me!” You cry out.

Pedro raises an eyebrow as you explain and begins to burst out in tears. “Really?” He chants.

“Pedro please just fuck me”

“This is too good!” He laughs, his brown eyes lighting up.

You sit up, watching as he falls into fits of laughter.

“It’s not funny!” You pout.

“Aww baby” he coos.

The bed dips as he kneals to cup your face.

“You want my big cock?” He questions sternly.

You practically drool, eyes glistening as you nod a big fat yes. He laughs out before kissing your forehead.

“I’m going to get you one of my baggy t-shirts, you can slip your wet panties off and try to relax, hopefully sleep this viagra stuff off by morning” he speaks softly.

You mentally cry out, this was killing you but as the alcohol wore off you were more aware of what you was doing.

“I’m so sorry Pedro” you giggle out drunkenly.

“It’s okay baby”

Once you change Pedro tucks you into bed and places a fresh glass of water on the nightstand for you. The bed dips as he shuffles in next to you, warmth radiating from him as he spoons you.

“I’m so sorry Pedro” you repeated but with a loud hiccup this time.

He rattles with a chuckle as you slowly begin to fade in and out of sleep.

“Honestly it’s okay, I love you y/n” he whispers.

❤️ If you didn’t already plan to make him a big breakfast with chocolate dipped strawberries and pancakes in the shape of love hearts, Pedro would definitely beat you to it.

❤️ Pedro would totally wake you up with more then just heart shaped pancakes.. and those pancakes weren’t the only thing he was eating for breakfast...

❤️ Your valentines card to him would obviously be something cheesy or something mandolorian related like ‘baby yoda one for me’

❤️ His card would shock you. You would expect something cheesy from him too but instead it’s some really beautiful card with a poem and would have ‘te amo, mi amor’ scribbled out in his gorgeous handwriting.

❤️ You don’t see what all the fuss is about on Valentine’s Day, not caring too much about it but Pedro is such a hopeless romantic.

❤️ Precious baby is just so in love with you he can’t resist going over board with dozens of love heart balloons, red roses and chocolates.

❤️ Although you aren’t big on celebrating, you make the effort just for him, he’s the only person who’s ever made you feel this way and you can’t help but want to spoil him too.

❤️ You cook his favourite meal, wine and candles with soft music playing in the background.

❤️ You drink so much wine together.

❤️ Together you run a nice warm bath adding some floral scented oils and rose petals. Of course there are candles everywhere.

❤️ The bath consists of you relaxing inbetween pedros legs, back against his chest as he trails soft kisses along your shoulders and neck.

❤️ You both laugh and joke around as you switch positions in the bath, wine glasses in hand, contents almost spilling into the water.

❤️ Then it’s his turn to settle between your legs as you use the oil to massage into his back, shoulders and chest. You can’t resist moving your hands down slightly lower to massage something else..

❤️ Before things get too steamy, Pedro heads to the bedroom, wanting to set up the balloons and candles to create a romantic atmosphere.

❤️ This gives you the time to dry, moisturise and slip into that new red lace 3 piece set you bought especially for him and this romantic night.

❤️ Suprising Pedro with new sexy underwear was your new fetish.

❤️ His reaction is priceless every time. A shocked but impressed expression with those chocolate puppy dog eyes soaking you up, then they turn into a more lustful hungry gaze and before you know it he’s all over you almost drooling out the mouth.

❤️ Sex with Pedro on Valentine’s Day is really something else. Blindfolded only to be teased and tickled. Kisses all over, long full body massages. If you were a really good girl he would treat you to some light whipping and some soft hair pulling whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You would both really take your time and the final orgasm would be m i n d b l o w i n g.

❤️ Afterwards you would definitely snuggle into his chest. Pedro would hold you so tight and as close to him as humanly possible.

❤️ Valentines is almost over and you finish the night off naked in each others arms, both a happy lovey dovey mess.

❤️ You settle with a documentary on Netflix while feasting on your Valentine’s Chocolate together.

Summary: Pedro notices certain things about you Lately, like regular toilet trips and cravings... You both discover that you are finally pregnant with his child.

You and Pedro craved a lot of things in life... you craved quiet Sunday mornings, craved time alone together and you craved sex.. lots and lots of sex. Pedro craved staring a family with you.. and you craved.. well, pretzels dipped in honey. That’s right. Pretzels dipped in honey...

It all started at 7 in the morning. A sudden murky feeling swirled in the pit of your stomach. ‘Why do I feel so sick’ you fluster in your mind, your eyes shoot open as you sit up in a panic. No hesitation you jump to your feet, flicking the duvet away in an instant to rush to the on suite bathroom. The cool tiles against your bare legs sent shivers up your spine as you knelt down, head in the pan throwing your guts up, shaky hands gripping the seat for dear life...

You thought maybe it was a slight tummy bug but then you was sick again the next morning, then the morning after and the morning after that. Sometimes you was sick during the afternoons too.

“Baby, are you okay?” The low voice of Pedro called out. He rushed in as you was sick for another time, his large hands brushing your hair back softly and gently gripping it to make a ponytail as you emptied the last bit of contents into the toilet.

You sniffled and nodded, Pedro’s sympathetic gaze studied you, he was slightly worried.

“I think it was just something I ate”

But he wasn’t convinced...

Then there was the visit to pedro’s sisters.

“Babe are you ready to go?” Pedro calls.

But of course you are too busy throwing up before you can leave.

“Just a sec” you yell back shakily.

When you enter the car Pedro eyes you up worriedly. His brown eyes searches your own as he begins to question you.

“Baby girl are you sure you’re okay? He sighs.

His hand grasps your thigh as he focuses on you sternly.

You nod frantically then lean in to kiss his cheek, his scruff tickling your chin.

Pedro was sill not convinced though...

The car ride over was hell.

“Oh god I need to pee sooo baaadd!” You cry out, wiggling in your seat.

“We just stopped somewhere”

“I know but I need to go again!” You whine.

Pedro shakes his head in disbelief continuing to chuckle and glances over at you.

When you finally reach Pedro’s sister’s place you were surprised you even made it to bathroom on time. The whole time you were there you were just constantly back and fourth to the toilet.

“Anyone would think you were pregnant y/n!” Pedro’s sister laughs.

Pedro raises an eyebrow as you blush a deep dark shade of pink.

That night when you got home, had amazing sex then snuggled up in bed, Pedro began to question you again.

“Are you sure you feel okay?” His voice was soft as his bare chest rumbled beneath you.

You close your eyes, head pressed against his chest, almost falling asleep to his heartbeat.

“I’m fine Pedro honestly” you cooed.

“About what my sister said... do you think you could be...?”

“Well I haven’t had my period yet but you know it’s always late, it’s so messed up.. I’ll probably come on now any time soon” you try to explain but now not even you were convinced.

“I really hope you are” he whispers before planting a long lingering kiss upon your forehead.

You and Pedro had both decided you were ready to start a family a long time ago and when you finally agreed to ditch the birth control you both made a promise not to obsess too much. You didn’t want to stress trying too hard, constant pregnancy tests and giving your hopes up. You were taking it slowly and enjoying the experience and possibility, it was what worked.

7 in the morning. On a damn Saturday. You felt groggy and tired but my god you just had this urge, this taste, this craving.. You had rushed to the supermarket like your life depended it on it, no make up, hair a mess, all because you were craving some pretzels dipped in honey. You cursed to yourself when you rushed back in the house from the rain but it was so damn worth it...

Pedro tiredly shuffled into the kitchen, his bed head all crazy and cute sticking out in random places. His sleepy brown eyes adjusting to the light as he went to grab a coffee. He almost dropped his mug when he turned and saw you sat there, perfectly quiet at the breakfast bar. You were like a deer caught in head lights as you paused with a half eaten pretzel in hand, sticky honey slowly dripping down from it.

Pedro had to blink twice.

“Baby what are you doing”

His morning voice was so velvety and hot.

You looked at the pretzels and honey then back at him and shrugged.

“Are you eating pretzels? With.. what is that? Honey?” He almost scoffed amused.

“I guess yeah” you spoke so innocently.

“Baby you don’t even like pretzels... or honey!” He laughed shaking his head.

“Well I do now”

Your voice began to crack and suddenly you began to burst out crying. For some reason Pedro just made you feel so overwhelmed all of a sudden and if you wanted to eat honey and pretzels, then so be it.

Pedro cocked his eyebrow up but then his face softened as he rushed over to you.

You were a sniffling mess.

Pedro cupped your face in his large hands, stroking the tears away with his thumbs.

“Princess! Shhh it’s okay!” He softly chuckled, it was so obvious now.

“I just wanted to eat my Damn honey dipped pretzels in peace!” You cried out shakily.

“Cravings” Pedro blurted out as he held you.

You buried your head into his chest, so warm and comforting. His hands now smoothing through your hair.

“You get cravings when you are pregnant, perhaps this is what that is” he smiles.

“And crazy hormones, explains the crying”

“Well you know me, I get emotional all the time anyway” you slightly giggle, sniffing afterwards.

Pedro begins to sway you softly side to side in his arms, both stood content in the kitchen as the sun begins to rise and cast shaddows through the blinds.

“I picked a test up while I was at the supermarket” you comment.

Pedros grib tightens around you. He suddenly feels tense but excited.

Moments later you are sat on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom, Pedro leaned against the bath while you rested between his legs. His arms draped around you tightly but comfortably. Both of you staring intensely at the little stick on the floor. Pedro began to place soft kisses on your shoulder and neck as you both waited with eagerness.

“What’s it gonna be” you sighed nervously.

Pedro buried his head into your neck, his voice almost a whisper.

“If this is positive, I promise you I will be the best father I can be to our chi..”

“Pedro...”

You both peer over at the little stick. Two lines appearing to indicate its positive.

“Pregnant!” You cry.

You twist around to engulf Pedro in the biggest hug.

His arms tightnen around you as you both begin to shake with joy.

“I love you so much!” He cries before peppering you with kisses.

Tears roll down your cheeks while Pedro tears up himself.

“Pedro! I feel so blessed! I love you!” You say as you pull his face towards your own with your small soft hands. He melts into your touch.

“No baby I’m the blessed one! Finally get to be a father” he chokes out, a tear now spilling.

Meeting him was fate. Being soulmates was by chance and falling in love with him was out of your control. You don’t find love, it finds you.

Pedro pascal X Reader

Summary: Reader gets stood up on a date where she crosses paths with a certain brown eyed, chilean actor who goes by the name of Pedro pascal.

You smooth your dress over with lightly tanned moisturised skin and freshly done nails. You twist carefully side to side eyeing up your figure in the silver vintage full length mirror that all your friends love. You are unsure of it all, yourself and the dress and your face shows it.

“You look amazing! Don’t doubt yourself, honestly, you look sooo good!” Your bestie comments as she studies you, cross-legged on your double bed.

“Hmmm I don’t know”

You let out a breath as you tease through your recently curled hair, the curls bouncing from your finger tips as you move onto smoothing your dress one last time.

“Dont stress, you look gorgeous!”

You rolled your eyes at the encouragement of your best friend.

“It’s not even that, I just don’t know about this date all together” you sigh turning to face her.

Your best friends eyes widen and she almost shakes her head.

“Are you serious? Don’t be silly! You’ve been speaking over the phone for weeks, he seems really nice, i think you should just go for it! Your wasting away!” She laughs wavering her hands.

“Don’t back out now! I need someone to double date with”

You roll your eyes again before you spritz a bit of Gucci perfume, perfume you only used for nights out and big events.

“Look! you are even whipping the Gucci Guilty out, you must like him” she teases with a giggle.

“Oh shut up! You know I don’t like dating! I really don’t want to do this!” You whine, slipping into your heels like a stroppy child.

A pillow flies your way and you catch it before it colides with your face, eyebrows furrowing.

“Just relax, have fun and be you, you never know he could be the one” she wiggles her eyebrows.

“Whatever”

You step out into the cold night, the busy downtown street rustling with cars, limos and taxi’s. The city is buzzing with young groups of people and lit up with bars, clubs and restaurants.

It’s Saturday and the night is young.

You strut down the busy street, heels clicking against the concrete. You shiver slightly wrapping your arms around you for warmth and thankful that you went with the faux fur coat instead of the leather jacket. It wasn’t long until you reached the Bar and restaurant.

You tapped nervously into your phone, the warmth of the restaurant hitting your cheeks as you entered.

‘I’m here’

You press send before looking up to a waiter who greeted you, the young man smiled warmly and offered to take your coat.

“Ummm I think we are going to the rooftop bar so think I’m going to need this” you laugh lightly, your cheeks blushing.

“Sorry miss” he laughs, clearly embarrassed.

“Table for two?”

You nod as he assumed correctly.

“Okay well then follow me.. a date may i ask?”

“Um yes” you answer nervously feeling more on edge now. His question seemed to put things in more perspective.

Oh shit I’m on a date you mentally face palm.

“Whoever he is, he’s very lucky” he smiles as he turns to you.

As you reach the roof top you were almost struck with how beautiful and chill it was. The skyline sparkled with city lights all around. The bar gave out a soft glow, blending with the small fires that were lit over each table. The chairs that surrounded each table were more like mini outdoor couches with puffy rustic cushions which added comfort to the chilled out atmosphere, it all looked very cozy, rustic and romantic. The cool night breeze had nothing on the warmth that radiated from the small fires and crowds of people who were all chatting, laughing and having a good time.

The young waiter gestures towards your table and as you made you way over you felt like you were being watched. There was a rowdy crowd of friends huddled together in one corner and as you look over to nose at them, a certain someone looks back at you and you had to look away. They were extremely attractive and their gorgeous brown eyes caught you off guard. ‘Shit, I wasn’t judging or being nosey, I swear’ you thought.

You took a seat, shrugging off your coat. The same feeling of someone watching you burning your skin. You held back the temptation to look over at that guy again, he was probably the one staring.

Lost in your own thoughts you didn’t even release you had been sat there a while. You check your phone, The text you sent was nearly 20 minutes ago.

Where was he? The least he could do was message back.

The large group of friends grab your attention again, talking and a laughing louder then before. You warily peep over again, taking them all in. A blonde woman with her arm around another woman, both drunk on wine, must be together the way they were all over each other.. some other woman and a guy, flirting and giggling together and then there was him. The mysterious attractive guy with the darkest eyes but the brightest smile you had ever seen. His laugh, how it rumbled and his raspy voice cracking jokes from afar, you only pictured how it would sound in your ear in the bedroom.

You snap out of it, again another quick glance at your phone. It was now half an hour since the text and still nothing.

You sigh in frustration, begining to grow tired.

Maybe you should call him.

More laughter from the group of friends.

You started getting irritated now.

‘Where are you?’

Sent.

You look around, eyes watering as a feeling of dread fills your chest. Maybe he won’t show up.

Your eyes wander to the group of friends one last time. It looked like they were having a hell of time, you just wish you were as well.

You clutch your phone almost angrily now as you go to check it for another time, then it chimes.

‘I’m so sorry, I thought I had text you. I’ve sort of changed my mind, I hope you don’t mind, just don’t want to see you’

If you wasn’t so angry you would of cried, fucking asshole.

You shook your head, cursing under your breath, the fire pit before you adding to the heat of the moment.

You dial your best friends number furiously, then tears threatened to spill.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You yell out.

Luckily the busy roof top masks out most of your yelling.

“What? What is it?” Your bestie answered quickly. She didn’t hesitate when her phone rang and the caller ID was you.

“He’s stood me up!” You chant in disbelief. “he’s actually stood me up!”

There was a long pause for a moment but your bestie knew you was about to rant some more.

“Can you believe it? All this time waiting, all this effort! I didn’t even want to date at all and the one time that I finally decide to do so, I get stood up!” You laugh bitterly.

“And do you know what the worst thing about it is? He couldn’t even find the decency to ring me and tell me, he texted me instead.. last minute.. and dare I say it.. because he thought he already text me” you spat.

Your best friend on the other side was lost for words. There was silence on the line for a moment until..

“What a fucking prick” she yells.

She was completely and utterly annoyed ready to deck the guy.

“Oh honey you were waaayy to good for him anyway! I bet he looked nothing like his picture so I wouldn’t worry about it” she reassured.

“Well do you want to come meet me? Or shall I just come back to yo...”

You were cut of as a waiter came over and placed a large glass of sparkling white wine in front of you.

“Y/n?”

“Sorry one sec” you reply.

You look up at the waiter quickly. “I’m sorry I didn’t order this”

The waiter smiles knowingly and shakes his head.

“A guy over in the corner ordered it for you my lady”

Your heart jumped strait into your mouth and it took all your might to swallow.

“Oh.. okay” you nervously spoke.

“Wait, What’s happened?” Your bestie asks eagerly and curiously down into the phone.

Your eyes trail from the wine towards the attractive guy with the gorgeous brown eyes. As soon as you caught him looking at you he purposely looks away quickly and continues to chat away to his friends. Your cheeks heat up and not from the fire as you chew your bottom lip and eye up the wine.

“Maybe he’s spiked it” you say out loud, your Consciousness taking over.

“Omg spiked what? What are you talking about? What’s going on?” Your bestie asks impatiently.

You laugh softly to yourself before replying.

“Umm nothing, some guy has just ordered me a drink, had it sent to my table..”

“What? Omg! is he good looking?”

“That’s not the point, what if he’s drugged it?”

“Oh shut up! Send me a pic, I wanna see!” She urged.

You roll your eyes.

“At least if he does drug you I’ll have a picture of him and can get him done for it” she half jokes.

“Ha funny”

You hang up to sneakily snap a photo while the guy is still chatting away.

One picture coming right up you mouthed as you felt like some sort of FBI agent or stalker, pressing send.

As you wait for her reply you simply thought ‘fuck it’ taking the wine glass and taking a refreshing sip.

You got stood up. You deserved some free wine.

Being a lover of wine you noticed it tasted expensive and you blushed.. someone who you chatted to for a while couldn’t even take you out on a date and someone you hadn’t even spoke to at all treated you to a nice big glass of expensive wine. How does that work.

Your eyes suddenly lock with those gorgeous brown ones. You cross over one of your legs, revealing your smooth tanned skin, dress riding up your thighs. You held up the wine glass, a small gesture to say thanks and you took another sip holding eye contact.

The blonde woman beside him caught you looking over and smiles warmly, she leans into him, whispering something in his ear. Your anticipation was growing, slight tension building up until..

Ping

A reply from your bestie..

‘No way.. That’s Pedro pascal!’

‘Omg, my best friend has just pulled Pedro pascal!’

‘Holy fuck!’

‘Do not reject that glass of wine! I repeat, drink the goddamn wine! When Pedro pascal buys you wine, you do not refuse it!’

You giggle at her text in amusement, you were slightly confused but you didn’t have time to over analyse anything when a rough voice rumbles, clearing their throat. You snap your head up to see the mysterious guy now known as Pedro pascal, standing there before you, your table the only thing separating you both.

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind but I over heard your conversation and well, what an asshole” he scoffed but his voice was soft and considerate.

You flash him a sincere smile.

“Thanks for the wine, it cheered me up a bit but you didnt have to” you hesitate a bit unsure as to where you stood with him.

“No I wanted to! I wanted to buy you a drink as soon as Is aw you entering this place and I feel bad for saying this but I’m glad you got stood up, gave me the chance to actually talk to you and buy you that drink” he winked.

You laugh a little shaking your head.

“Oh god what is happening”

He chuckles with you, his gorgeous smile lighting up the whole place.

“I have no idea, I’m probably just as confused as you are.. my friends actually had to pep talk me into making a move, I was so nervous, you getting stood up just gave me a bit more of a push.. can I buy you another drink?”

You nod with a pearly white smile “sure”

You pat the seat next you and he happily joins you, his amazing aftershave filling your senses.

“I don’t normally do this kind of thing” he admits warily.

“It’s okay, I don’t either! Maybe it’s fate”

You both paced yourself when it came to drinking, you wanted to really take your time and get to know each other and you noticed you didn’t even need to have a drink to have a good time. You both got on so well as if you knew each other for years. The conversations flowed, you made each other laugh until you almost cried and the attraction was unreal.

You both sent each other goosebumps. Every touch, smile, laugh. The eye contact both had you weak. Was it possible you came across the man of your dreams. He definitely knew you was the girl of his...

“Okay so my bestfriend kind of stalked you!” You giggled as you jumbled your keys and attempted to unlock your apartment door. You would never have dreamt taking a guy back to your place, especially one you had only just met but Pedro, Pedro was different.

“What?” He chuckled with amusement, holding onto your waist as you led him through to your living area.

You giggled some more, tears trickling in the corners of your eyes.

“I’m sorry Pedro!” You laughed.

“You bought me a drink, i thought you drugged it”

You were both in stitches now.

“Oh god I love you!” He gasped out, holding onto his ribs from laughing so hard.

“I’ll make us a hot beverage” you smiled, trailing off to the open plan kitchen.

“Okay mi amor”

As you boiled the kettle and prepared the mugs of tea, you were unaware of mr pascal exploring your record collection in the cozy corner of your living room.

“You like Fleetwood mac?” He questions.

He continues to flick through your records, impressed with your taste of music.

“You like?” You smile, leaning with the cups of tea.

His eyes melt you like butter.

“Will you just marry me already?” He laughs softly.

You place the mugs on the small coffee table before Pedro pulls you on top of him on the couch.

You straddle his jean clad thighs, smoothing your hands over his chest completely in awe with him.

His warm breath cascades over you, welcoming you to kiss him and you do. Your mouths in sync as you explore eachother, hands roaming as heavy breaths and moans fill the room.

“Will you do me a favour and let me take you on a date? A proper date? I promise I won’t let you down like that asshole did” he breathes now trailing kisses down your neck.

You tilt your head back, Pedro sending you into bliss.

You are so worked up to even care about a date right now. It had been a while since you had this much action.

He laughes at how desperately you want him. Grinding your hips, lust taking over you.

“Sweetheart?” He questions eagerly.

You continue to roll your hips teasingly.

“Of course! But how about you just fuck me right here, right now and we can just fall In love and you can just take me out for breakfast in the morning and that can be a date?” You ramble breathlessly.

He grips onto you hungrily before lifting you to pin you down on the couch almost effortlessly.

His body hovering over you sends a shiver up your spine, completely turned on by his large hands trailing up your smooth thighs, sneaking under your mini dress.

You were loving the rush but was completely shocked at how easily pedro made you come undone. There was no way the other guy would of gotten this far with you tonight.

Is it possible to fall in love with someone this easily.

Imagine you and Pedro are really close friends and he’s not a fan of the new guy you are dating. When he discoverers you aren’t truly happy or satisfied sexually he takes matters into his own hands.

🖤 You and Pedro will be out with your friendship group all dressed up gathered in a private booth at some lavish celeb party.

🖤 He’ll constantly be looking over at you, unable to peel his eyes away at how gorgeous you looked tonight but slightly in pain at the fact that you were now someone else’s.

🖤His heart dropped when your new guy slung his arm around you.

🖤 Pedro noticed something was missing tonight.. that beaming smile of yours was slightly faded. That arm around you seemed like a weight on your shoulders.

🖤 Pedro kept sipping at his whiskey, his eyes studying you sharply. The grip around the glass a little tighter as he watched the guy whisper something in your ear.

🖤 Was it something sexy? Who knows as you shook your guys arm away with an uncomfortable shimmy and didn’t look impressed at all.

🖤 How he tried to talk and laugh with you wasn’t unlike anything compared to the connection you had with Pedro and everyone in your friendship group thought the same.

🖤 There was no chemistry, you weren’t fooling anyone.

🖤 Especially Pedro.

🖤 He had noticed how down you’ve been lately. How your eyes hadn’t lit up the way they did when something amusingly interested you. How you never dance and sing around as much as you used too and on days you felt good or sexy, you never felted appreciated enough.

🖤 But Pedro appreciated you. Every single bit of you.

🖤 Then when he found out you wasn’t being satisfied. Well that was a whole other story...

🖤 He found out when he first found out about you dating..

🖤 You were dressed up ready to go out, stressing about if you looked good or not but Pedro could confirm you looked fine as hell..

🖤 And you were all scrubbed up, Fresh clean and shaven and smelling good. You came across desperately horny and needing a good fuck, Pedro assumed that’s why you were all in check.

🖤 Every touch you encountered that night made you very longing and needy, you were all over your friends drunkenly that night, mainly Pedro which made him undoubtedly amused until..

🖤 “jesus Señorita you seriously need to get yourself laid” he chuckled deeply.

🖤 “I am getting laid...”

🖤 It was a dreadful awkward pause. “Really!?”

🖤 Pedro was seriously shocked and completely disgusted that whoever was lucky enough to come close to you like that was not treating you the way you should be treated in the bedroom and making you feel completely on cloud nine.

🖤 The grip that he had on your hips at that point in time became somewhat protective and territorial. No one can unsatisfy his girl like that and make her unhappy.

🖤 He fought the urge to whisper something in your ear that night, until this evening...

🖤 Although you were all ordering drinks from the table, you escape to the bar wanting to get away for a moment.

🖤 Works out perfectly for Pedro who was already stalking his away over to you.

🖤 You stand there waiting for your order, tears threatening to spill and you sigh in frustration.

🖤 Then two arms snake around your waist from behind. They felt like home. It was Pedro.

🖤 His warm breath tickles your ear and that sweet raspy voice melts you to the core.

🖤 “Baby I can make you happy”

🖤 You almost die right there but fight the urge to sink right into him.

🖤 You remember where you were, who you are with. Now wasn’t the time.

🖤 You shook him off, leaning forward to claim your drink, a shot of whiskey.

🖤 He watches in slight confusion but none the less amused as you took it back and gasp at the strong taste.

🖤 “not like you to be doing shots of whiskey, anyway you are more of a tequila person”

🖤 “well whiskey seemed more of a better option tonight”

🖤 “well anyone would think you were depressed” he scoffs inappropriately.

🖤 “well maybe I am!” You snap back over the Loud music.

🖤 He shakes his head taking the glass out of your hand and slams it down on the bar.

🖤 “Then let me satisfy you”

🖤 He grabs your wrists gently to pull you in.

🖤 You didn’t fight, his pleading brown eyes boring into yours in search for something.

🖤 “Pedro.. I don’t know what you mean”

🖤 You rest your hands on his chest as the same protective hands dance delicately down your open back dress and grips your curves.

🖤 “What, you think I don’t know he doesn’t satisfy you? It’s one thing not making you happy but to not take care of you in the bedroom.. that’s just..” He shakes his head in disbelief.

🖤 “I fucking love you, okay! I can’t sit back any longer and watch you fade.. that guys an asshole, he’s doesn’t even appreciate what he has. There’s men out there who would kill to be with you! That guy didn’t even lift a finger”

🖤 Again your eyes start to tear up as you continue to search Pedro’s eyes. “Fuck. Pedro!” You spat in frustration. Slightly hitting him in he chest.

🖤 You were half annoyed at him but half glad. He was speaking the truth. You wanted to give in to him, for him to scoop you up and take you away.

🖤 You were being too stubborn to do that.

🖤 Your friends watch on, clocking in you were both gone for a while. The commotion between the two of you at the bar sparks everyone’s interest, your new guy more than others.

🖤 “what’s the deal between those Two” he questions out loud with clenched fists.

🖤 From the very beginning he was always wary of Pedro and the relationship you two had. There was always a slight tinge of jealousy and there was no trust. Therefore he made every bit of effort to keep you away from Pedro.

🖤 And of course more time with new guy, less time with Pedro.

🖤 This broke Pedros heart.

🖤 But Pedro was always going to be there for you no matter what and tonight was one of those nights.

🖤 Your guy forces himself through the crowd to get to you both instinctively, his stance is stiff and annoyed.

🖤 “y/n, we are leaving. Say good bye to Pedro”

🖤 That did not go down well with Pedro at all.

🖤 Of course they argued back and fourth a bit.

🖤 Before you decided to leave in the hands of your new controlling ass wipe of a guy, you gazed at Pedro Sympatheticly.

🖤 While your new guy was screwing you really badly back at your hotel room, Your unwilling body just led there numbly as your thoughts trailed back to what Pedro had said.

🖤 Pedro doesn’t stop thinking about you, tossing and turning in his bed unable to sleep.

🖤 That night all seemed like one horrible nightmare.

🖤 Now it was one summer morning.

🖤 You were cooking breakfast in nothing but Pedros oversized tshirt.

🖤 The smell of him lingering on you.

🖤 You were on cloud nine as you should be.

🖤 Still high from the sex from the night before..

🖤 And the sex this morning. Twice in the bed and shower..

🖤 and little did you know but in moments to come, on the breakfast table too.

🖤 Sex with Pedro was like anything you experienced before.

🖤 He really took the time to get to know your body, know your likes and dislikes.

🖤 He’s really good with a whip may I add.

🖤 just really knows how to make you feel so good.

🖤 It’s always pedro’s mission to make you completely 100 percent satisfied.

Pedro pascal x Reader

Summary: Pedro and reader were very close growing up. They were childhood best friends, partners in crime and practically soul mates. As they reached adulthood they had already grown apart, both caught up in the acting industry with extremely busy lives. It’s always been him... it’s always been you.. what happens when certain pieces of thread begins to fray and makes certain wishes come true...

“Fuck fuck fuck! You cursed.

You almost sobbed at the sensation of burning hot tea soaking through your sweater and clinging onto your skin.

Not long ago you were curled up on the sofa all cozy and warm, a Mac book pro resting between you and the arm of the chair as you read over some lines of a new script.

You had decided to take a break and make a lovely hot cup of tea and now here you were ripping your sweater over your head in a panic as the spilt contents began burning your skin.

“Ouch ouch ouch!” You cried.

You slam the sweater down on the countertop before sighing in frustration, looking over your body hopelessly in need of a new shirt.

Suddenly a good day just turned into a bad day, all because you spilled your tea. It’s surprising how one little thing just changes your mood so suddenly.

You rushed to your walk-in closet to begin your quest for a new shirt. Something old and something comfy. That’s all you needed when you were only staying home.

You fumbled around miserably, failing to find anything old that you fancied wearing until you came across a box filled with old large baggy shirts. Bingo you thought.

Continuing to rummage around, eventually something caught your eye but it was not something that you expected.

A large black tshirt that you was pretty sure was men’s. Your eyebrows furrowed in question as you unfolded it and flipped it and eventually held it up.

When you saw the band logo on the front your heart dropped.

Could it be?

It was pedro’s.

Pascal’s old band tshirt from when he was like 17.

You were dumbfounded. You couldn’t believe you still had it, after all these years! In all honesty you couldn’t even remember stealing it from him.

Either way it was here, with you. A taste of your past.

You clutched it tightly and stuffed it up to your face almost desperately. Would it be possible for it to still smell like him? You hoped to catch just a little whiff of his scent. Closing your eyes you took in the comfort of the fabric, the comfort reminded you of him and how he made you feel so safe and at ease. Those days were gone now.

You tried to recall some memories but your strong stubborn heart had locked them away for your own good. If you were really that close, why isn’t here right now, in your phone, in your plans, in any of your recent memories.

You still missed him. You still loved him. Even if it was like he didn’t even exist at all now.

You slid the tshirt on, curiousity now taking over your mind. You knew he went off to acting school, the same path you went down and you was aware of some films and shows that he made it in but what was he doing now? Like right now?

You rushed back to your mac book opening a tab and typing in YouTube. You didn’t hesitate when clicking on the first video that you saw of Pedro, some interview about his new role on the mandolorian.

His gorgeously dark brown eyes were still dreamy. His locks of hair were still tempting to run your fingers through them. He had grown a lot of facial hair since the last time you saw him but it just made him look so much more attractive. Hearing his deep angelic voice again for the first time in years was like music to your ears and you couldn’t help but smile when he cracked a joke.

All of those and more wasn’t what got you. It was when he brought a hand up to scratch at his facial hair that he really caught you up and you almost couldn’t breath.

There on his left wrist was an old knotted bracelet, two tone pieces of thread twisted together with a small charm. Anyone who watched this interview who spotted the bracelet wouldn’t be able to make out what the small charm was, anyone but you.

Only you would know that the small charm was in fact an infinity sign and you know this because? Because you had the exact same one. They were matching friendship bracelets that you and Pedro had made for one another and you both had made a little vow; tie this bracelet to your wrist.. close your eyes and make a wish.. when the thread begins to fray.. you know your wish is on its way..

Your eyes began tearing up as the memory of you exchanging the bracelets played inside of your head.

You couldn’t believe Pedro was still wearing his.. why? Did he still ever think of you? Does he miss you like you miss him? Does he hope to ever rekindle with you one day?

A sudden surge of anxiety flooded your body as your wrist tingled for the matching bracelet that was not there. You needed to find it. You needed to wear it again and feel closer to him. Maybe you would feel some sort of warmth and comfort again knowing that you were both wearing your matching bracelets, still.

A couple of weeks passed and you were all dolled up on your way to some red carpet event. You twisted your matching bracelet nervously between your two fingers, the thread looking ever so worn and fragile.

You tried to keep up with the conversation in the limo but your thoughts kept wondering back to him. They hadn’t stopped since the day you came across the old tshirt and began wearing the bracelet again. You even began to recall all those locked away memories. They were filled with you and Pedro driving around in his car, blasting old music and singing your hearts out. They included drunken nights, deep and meaningful late night conversations and trips to the movies.. all that lovey dovey teenage dream type stuff.

Once you stepped out onto the carpet, people were screaming your name. Interviewers wanted you left right and center, photographers and managers. Every step you took you got pulled in by interviewers, all wanting to know and ask the same things.

‘Tell us what you are wearing right now’

‘What movie are you currently working on’

‘Who are you dating’

The next interview played out a little differently...

You were chatting away when some other actor with some other interviewer were talking really loud beside you. The deep angelic voice seemed really familiar but you dared not to drag your eye contact away from your current interviewer or camera and become distracted. Though it was killing you.

Before you could even end your interview and say your ‘thank you’ or ‘good bye’ someone ushers you towards the next interviewer and you get pulled towards the loud and chatty female interviewer that was recently distracting you before.

“Oh y/n y/n y/n!!!” The interviewer greets excitedly.

She released the grip on your hips and holds her microphone tightly with anticipation.

Her eyes flick up and down and she smiled widely. “You are looking absolutely gorgeous tonight! Gosh I’m such a huge fan!” She gushes.

She looks to the actor who she was in the middle of interviewing.

“Doesn’t she look gorgeous?” She questions.

You feel the actor’s eyes burning your skin like the hot tea incident and he clears his throat to speak.

“Absolutely stunning” he replies.

Pedro.

Your stomach is doing flips and your legs begin to shake. This can’t be.

You almost die as you turn to look at him and you feel your cheeks and neck heat up, your heart racing in your chest.

It took a lot for you to hold yourself back from falling into his arms and gush about how much you’ve missed him. Crying into his chest wouldn’t be much of an option either but instead you stood your stance, took a deep breath and smiled. Your acting skills becoming very handy at this moment in time.

“Pedro pascal, long time no see!” You laugh lightly, offering him a hug.

His chocolate eyes melt into your own and you could of swore you could see a slight glimmer of a tear.

You embraced each other while the interviewer looked in satisfaction.

“You two know each other?” She beamed excitedly as you parted and focused on her.

You look between eachother with knowing smiles.

Suddenly you didn’t feel so nervous, sad or shocked anymore, you felt that familiar happy, comfortable feeling and it suddenly felt like both of you had never been apart.

“Umm yeah sort of” you laughed as Pedro sends you a teasing wink.

His hand couldn’t help but snake around your waist as you began answering more questions.

“Did you know a lot of your fans ship the two of you together?” She continued with a smug smile.

“Really?” Pedro replied. “That’s kind of sweet” he chuckled.

“And why’s that? Is it because you two are secretly dating in real life?” She urged.

“No, I haven’t got time for that” you laughed nervously, Pedro feeling slightly relieved and hoping It was true. He didn’t want anyone else to have you.

“Is that so..” the interviewer eyed you up not entirely convinced.

“Well how come you are both wearing matching bracelets?” She pointed out.

Pedro’s eyes shot strait to your wrist searching for the matching bracelet. You flashed him a small smile and his heart fluttered in his chest and before you knew it the interview was over.

Again you and Pedro had been split separate ways, this time by your managers ushering you to do other interviews and signings and so on. It suddenly hit you why you hadn’t been able to stay in touch after all the these years. Both focusing on your careers to the point of huge success and now constantly in demand with busy lifestyles, how could you ever..

You could see it now. It’s not that he wasn’t missing you or that he didn’t want you, it was your demanding acting careers.

You could of face palmed right there, right then.. how could you even think that he would just let you go like that, he was probably thinking the same thing.

The after party was a no go. You wanted to go home, bury yourself in your large duvet and cry the night away. Regret all life choices and eat shit loads of chocolate as if you was dealing with some sort of break up. That was your plan until your phone buzzed.

‘Pascalispunk has requested to send you a message’

Instagram message request?

You click on to it and there it was.

A message from Pedro pleading to see you.

Fuck.

It didn’t take long before you was stood in front of him in his hotel room, eyes searching his own with tears.

Both of your hearts ached.

But you couldn’t take it. You didn’t want it to be like this. You just wanted it to be like the good old days.

“Fuck.. I.. look..”

“Pedro save it” you sighed.

He looked at you with almost a worried tone and you twirled around to find some sort of music playing device.

He watched you confused, until you connected your phone to his Bluetooth speaker and clicked on a song that you both used to singalong to together.

As soon as the music began to play, his expression softened before he began to laugh grabbing you playfully by the waist to dance. You cracked open a bottle of tequila mid dance and again it was like you had never been apart.

Drunkenly he began trailing sloppy kisses up your neck as you swayed in the center of the room.

He walked you to the bed, pushing you down gently. You shuffled back to lie fully on the bed as Pedro climbed above you pulling your wrists up above your head in a seductively dominant way. When he gripped them a little tighter he looked over to the bare feeling of both wrists. Your bracelet must of had frayed and fell off.

“Your bracelet...” he breathed, his warm breath casting over you”

You looked to see it was gone but you didn’t mind this time.

There was a long pause for a moment as Pedro looked at you questionably.

“What about it? It’s okay pedro, we’ll come across it”

Another pause as he watches you closely, your searching eyes getting lost in those deep brown ones.

“Tie this bracelet around your wrist, close your eyes and make a wish, when the thread begins to fray, you know your wish is on its way...” his raspy voice spoke.

You giggled at him softly, wriggling a hand from his grip to smooth his stubble.

“What did you wish for?” He asked softly in wonder.

You smoothed a thumb over his cheek, looking between his lips and eyes.

You and Pedro having a joint honeymoon with your two best friends Oscar isaac and Elvira ❤️

Pedro’s post Oscar’s post

🖤 Of course Pedro and Oscar would post slightly similar/matching photos on Instagram with the exact same captions. I guess that’s just what besties do.. and yes there will be millions of likes and comments from all fans and celebs!

🖤 Of course you and Elvira both post on Instagram too. A typical airport photo waiting to board with your husbands looking more in love with each other then with you. Aww cute!

🖤 When you arrive there is no hesitation in popping the champagne and the place is unreal! A secluded island with plenty of palm trees and a gorgeous tropical sea to swim in.

🖤 There’s plenty of romantic walks and picnics on the beach.

🖤 Almost every night you are drunk.

🖤 Oscar will serenade you all in spanish while playing soft pretty tunes on his ‘classical guitar’ as Pedro simply names it.

🖤 Pedro does not keep his hands off you!

🖤 Or eyes for that matter when you wear your tiniest bikini.

🖤 There’s plenty of dressing up and double dates. Pedro and Oscar are constantly drooling.

🖤 You and Elvira post the most amazing photos on insta.

‘chilling with ma bestie’ ‘Cheers! 🥂’

🖤 It would be illegal if you didn’t post one of Pedro.

“Maybe if I pretend to drown he might give me mouth to mouth 😍🥵💦”

🖤 Eventually he posts a comment along the lines of ‘i’ll give you more than mouth to mouth baby girl 😏’

🖤 Pedro fucks you all night every night, it is your honeymoon after all.

🖤 There’s plenty of sweet soft lingering kisses all over each others bodies.

🖤 massages.

🖤 playing with hair, booty rubs the lot.

🖤 Oscar being jealous over said booty rubs so Pedro takes care of him too.

🖤 Pedro feeling right at home on the island, happy and relaxed and looking fine as hell.

🖤 more sex.

🖤 You and Pedro agreeing to make this your number one holiday destination the next time you both want to get away.

🖤 one morning pedro and Oscar sit with coffee with a view discussing how unbelievably lucky they are, praising each other and gushing over both you and Elvira and what they plan for the future with you both. Elvira catches an amazing sneaky shot.

~ months later ~

“Purple rain!” Pedro sang at the top of his lungs.

You laughed out, your boyfriend making you absolutely wet yourself as you start to video record him from the passenger seat.

He drove just over the speed limit, on route to your brothers house on a cold New Year’s Eve.

You were both dressed up and Pedro was absolutely buzzing to spend New Year’s Eve with the love of his life, his best friend your brother and his little family.

You pressed send, sending the video to your brother Oscar with the caption..

‘on our way! 😂’

‘Oh dear god! 🤣🤣 see you both soon! ❤️’

Was his reply.

You giggled at oscars text before shooting a glance back towards Pedro who was still tapping away on the steering wheel singing his heart out.

Pedro placed a hand onto your thigh squeezing lightly.

“You look so stunning tonight mi amor, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to control myself around your brother” he sighed, his hand sneaking further up your thigh and settling just under your dress.

Your cheeks heated as you blushed, melting at his touch.

Your phone vibrated, snapping you out of trailing thoughts of Pedro risking bending you over the kitchen counter after everyone had gone to bed.

You smiled warmly, Pedro focused on you for a moment.

“What is it baby?”

“Oscar text again, said to hurry up because the kids can’t wait to see auntie y/n and uncle Pedro” you blushed. How cute was that..

Pedro smiled warmly, his expression softened. He had always been like an uncle to oscars children but now he was in a relationship with their auntie it made the status all the more legit.

“I love you so much Pedro” you beamed at him.

“I’ll never forget the feeling of you asking me to go on a date to my favourite coffee shop and the relief of us finally opening to up each other up, my brother alowing us to explore our feelings for each other”

Pedro’s heart fluttered in his chest feeling satisfied as hell.

“And now look at us! A few months later, completely in love and on our way to celebrate New Years with your family. I can’t wait to see what the new year brings for us” he smiles excitedly, brown eyes lighting up.

As soon as you pulled up to the house, the small family wasted no time by spilling out of the house to greet you. You laughed uncontrollably as you were almost tackled to the ground by your two nephews. Engulfing you in a massive group hug.

“Oh boys be careful!” Elvira laughed nervously, stressing about them hurting you.

“Hey gorgeous!” She greeted as the boys skipped away to greet Pedro.

You embraced her into a hug, missing the contact from not seeing her in a while. It had been the first time you had seen her since being with Pedro.

She pulled away looking between the two of you, Pedro doing his made up hand shake with Oscar and the boys behind you. She smiled excitedly.

“About time! I always pictured you two together” she beamed.

Oscar then ushered you all inside from the cold, the warmth and the soft glow of the lights in the house felt ever so comforting and inviting.

There was party food, party hats and poppers scattered here and there and alcohol presented on top of the kitchen island. You couldn’t wait to get the party started.

Pedro wasted no time. Slinging a party hat on top of his head and chasing the kids around, ducking his head to point at them with it like a sword or a unicorns horn.

“Pedro can you not try to stab my nephews” you joked” pulling the party hat and letting the elastic snap back swatting him on the head.

Oscar chuckled in amusement before handing out the beers.

“You know its going to be slightly different this year pal” Pedro slapped oscars arm playfully.

Oscar raised his eyebrows amused.

“Yeah why’s that bro..”

“I get to kiss your sister at 12 o clock” he teased with a laugh wiggling his eyebrows.

“And there’s nothing you can do about it”

You blushed deeply taking a swig of your drink, Elvira laughing at the burn.

“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that!” Oscar threatened playfully before wrestling Pedro softly to the ground.

“Boys help me” Pedro chuckled and your nephews jumped on to Oscars back.

“Boys be careful!” Elvira warned for the second time tonight, rolling her eyes with a smile.

You laughed together at the sight of them before you sat down on the couch, glasses of wine in hand and ready to chit chat the night away...

“Please don’t play any more Prince” you whined to Oscar, a few wines later.

Your pink shiny party hat sat slightly slanted. Dots of Glitter trailing under your eyes from Elvira who thought seeing the new year in with glitter paint would be a good idea.

Blaring music filled the room once more but you were relieved when ‘little lies’ by fleetwood mac started playing.

Pedros eyes widened and he reached out for your hands.

“You love this song!” He cheered surprised “dance with me baby”

He pulled you up from the couch and you stumbled forward into his arms, the alcohol hitting you like a ton of bricks. Everyone chuckled at you, Pedro supporting you as you attempted to dance, twirling around and bumping in to him. You practically yelled the song at him with so much enthusiasm, your smile lit up the whole room.

Your nephews joined in, gripping your hand and twirling you around until you and Pedro attacked them with a huge group hug swaying and laughing.

Oscar and Elvira sat back together hand in hand, taking you all in with delight. They loved how much the kids loved you and how much you adored them, knowing that you would both make perfect parents, picturing you both with your own little family some day.

Time went by so quickly and before you all knew it you were all huddled together in a circle, glitter on your faces, party hats on and party blowers hanging loosely from your mouths ready to count down from 10.

Suddenly...

happy new year!!!” Everyone yelled, jumping and swaying excitedly. It took you by surprise.

Party blowers were going off loudly, hugs and kisses were being exchanged between Oscar, Elvira and the kids. Suddenly a pair of large hands cradle your face and pulled you towards their lips, Pedro.

“Happy New Years my sweet girl, Te quiero mucho” he whispered softly.

You melted into his soft loving kiss, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer to him.

You were lost in each other’s eyes, swaying to the soft music playing in the background.

Oscar watched you both, his heart filling with love.

Pedro pascal x reader

Summary: The reader is Oscar isaacs sister and Pedro pascal is Oscars best friend. It’s dangerous territory for reader to fall hard for her brothers best friend. What will unfold leads down to oscars big heart.

“Okay, you know what night it is tonight” Oscar spoke seriously. He looked you dead in the eyes as you looked back innocently in his.

You lean back almost threatened. You only wandered in the kitchen to grab a drink.

You looked around to take notice of all the crates of beers, bowls of snacks and poker cards that were scattered out over the table tops.

“Uhhh.. it’s game night?” You questioned calmly, returning eye contact.

“That’s right game night, the guys are coming over and I know this is your apartment too but I need you to...”

“Go... be out of the way” you interrupted.

You held in a smirk at his ‘I’m trying not to be pushy but I’m being pushy’ attitude while he slowly starts to feel guilty.

“It’s fine hermano mayor (Big brother)” You laugh softly, lifting a hand to smooth the rough stubble on his cheek.

“I’ll get out of your way” you assured him.

He smiled thankfully, his big puppy eyes gleaming.

“gracias” he sighed feeling relieved, realising you wasn’t offended in any way.

You turn to open the fridge to finally grab a drink and as you scanned the fridge, you slyly asked Oscar a question.

“Is Pedro going to be here?”

You continued to scan the fridge blankly, now forgetting what you were looking for. You avoided eye contact with your brother at all costs.

“Yes of course he will be here...”

He squinted his eyes at you in suspicion, eyeing you from across the room.

You attempted to hide your face behind the fridge door without being too obvious.

“Why’s that?”

“No reason” you said simply before slamming the fridge door.

The contents inside the fridge rattled as you turned and blushed when your brother looked at you sternly and questionably.

“What?... I was just wondering.. what about John or Sebastian? will they be here too?” You tried to play off...

Moments later you trailed back into your room, your heart hammering in your chest over the fact that Pedro would be at your apartment any time soon. Suddenly your phone buzzed and you had a text from one of your besties offering you to meet up for cocktails tonight.

‘My brother wants me out anyway, so cocktail night it is! 🍸❤️’ was your reply.

You texted a bit more about what you were both going to wear and your bestie insisted on you both wearing mini dresses. Not your preferred choice but you agreed, partly because you wanted to grab pedro’s attention if he was to ever see you at some point of the night.

A boisterous knock shook the apartment door which startled you as you began curling the last piece of your hair. You assumed it was all the guys so you tried listening closely to pick out Pedro’s deep raspy voice when Oscar answered.

Oscar greeted his friends. They all shouted and greeted him back excitedly in Spanish, fist bumping, man hugging, all extremely rowdy and ready to start game night.

You on the other hand was ready to start cocktail night.

Your little sparkly mini dress clung to your curves and sat mid thigh, revealing the tan that was glowing from some enhancing moisturiser you smothered on. It smelt amazing mixed with the scent of your sweet perfume that Pedro once commented on. He said you smelt gorgeous and you almost died right there and then, never even thinking of switching to a different perfume again.

Your shameless little crush on your brothers best friend deepened over time. All of the movie nights.. all of the conversations while Oscar had left the room.. all of the laughing and talking up early hours in the morning after bumping into each other to get a drink. All of it led to catching feelings and that was a really awkward position to be in. If Oscar found out he would hit the roof! He was very protective over you and you didn’t want to sacrifice his friendship with Pedro. They had been together through thick and thin but so have you and Pedro.. you had both secretly fallen in love.

Your heels echoed as you made your way down the hall way of the apartment. You were headed out now and just as you reached for the door..

“Shit my purse” You muttered under your breath.

You breathed out in annoyance, trying to avoid your brothers game night like you said you would but now needing to run into the kitchen to grab your purse from the side.

“Hey sorry.. just need my purse” you sighed, strutting in the kitchen, the clicking of your heels making all the guys heads turn.

They were all sat around the small round table in the open plan kitchen, cigar smoke trailing into the air delicately and the table was covered with poker cards, money, and beer bottles.

Your loosely curled hair fell into your face as you looked down to find your purse, using it as a shield to hide your face but once you grabbed your purse you couldn’t help but look up and stand there for a moment to take in the guys.

A few whistled here and there and you flashed a small smile, your cheeks heating up.

“Hey, easy!” Oscar warned softly yet sternly.

“That’s my sister remember?” He chuckled while letting them off.

Your eyes darted towards Pedro instantly and he couldn’t take his eyes off you, practically drooling when he saw you enter the room with that mini dress on.

You smiled warmly, blushing to yourself, Pedro literally had heart eyes for you right now.

Oscar noticed.

He eyed you up and down.

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“Isn’t that dress a little short?”

There it was.

“I’m not 15 and you are not my dad” You sassed shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

You swiftly exited the apartment before Oscar could lecture you any more. It was time to get drunk.

By 12 o clock you were stumbling up the steps towards your apartment. Stumbling turned into crawling . One shoe off and the other one still on because you had struggled to undo the strap.

“What is my life?” You groaned, your voice echoing.

You leaned into the wall instead of the banister and slid down to sit on a step, not even half way up to your apartment yet.

You held your shoe loosely, the strap dancing between your finger tips. You sprawled out on the step continuing to mumble drunkenly to yourself. Then your thoughts wonder to Pedro.

You liked him. a lot. You couldn’t hide it anymore. It was killing you. You wanted to see him so badly but that wouldn’t be a good idea in the state you were in right now.

“Damn it!” You cried out in frustration.

As if your thoughts made Pedro magically appear.. there he was stood out of nowhere. Your drunken self wasn’t aware of his voice echoing above saying goodbye to your brother and thanking him for a good night before making his way downstairs to exit the building.

He stopped in his tracks when he noticed you.

“Y/n?” He chuckled softly, looking slightly confused.

“Hi” you smiled looking up at him with dazed eyes.

“You okay?” He laughed.

“Si” you replied, ending it with a hiccup.

He chuckled at the state of you, drunk but adorable.

“Okay..” he sighed. “Let’s help you up”.

“It’s fine really, I’m okay, maybe I’ll just sleep here”

He ignored your ramblings, bending down to snake his arms around your waist, pulling you up only to have your tired body fall into him.

“Hmmmm or I could just sleep in your arms”

The warmth of pedro’s body was ever so inviting and he smelled amazing like always.

“That sounds very appealing to me little señorita but we need to get you to your apartment safe in one piece and into the comfort of your own bed”

“Would you like to join me in the comfort of my own bed?” you questioned, almost wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

Pedro continued supporting you with his arm around your waist tightly, hoisting you up each step. He became a little flustered but knew you were only drunk and hadn’t a clue on what you were saying.

“Don’t let your brother hear you say that” he warned you amused.

You sighed leaning into him more, feeling a little sick but it wasn’t the alcohol.. it was the butterflies Pedro gave you and now here he was, holding you, practically carrying you to your apartment.

“I don’t care. I really like you Pedro.. I’ve had feelings for you from the moment I first met you! Your a good man, there isn’t many of you out there” you slurred out in a confession.

Pedro’s heart should of felt fuzzy from everything you was saying right now. Here you was.. The most gorgeous woman! the woman he had fallen so hard for practically blurting her feelings out for him but instead his heart sank.. it sank because he didn’t want to cross the line with Oscar, He wouldn’t know how your brother would react towards all of this.

Suddenly your only heel gives way from under you and you awkwardly dip to one side twisting your ankle in the process.

Pedro’s grip around you becomes tighter and more protective of you falling.

“Ouch!” You cry out but you slightly laugh.

“Shit are you okay!” Pedro chuckled at you lightly.

All of your weight was in his arms now and he searched your eyes with a quick worried expression.

“No, I’ve hurt my ankle” you whimper, pouting so that he would feel sorry for you. It really did hurt and Pedro looked at you sympathetically.

Now it really was a struggle for you to get up the stairs but Pedro to the rescue scooped you up in his arms in one swift motion and carried you with hardly no effort at all.

“It’s okay I’ve got you, you might have sprained it”

You nuzzle your head in this neck and he smells your fruity perfume in your hair and it sends him into bliss.

You start to feel more relaxed and confidence from the alcohol still lingered, now it was time to get serious.

“The thing is Pedro.. my brother wants me to find someone who makes me happy but I’m sorry, that person is you. I couldn’t stand to be with anyone other than you. I would never be fully satisfied, all I would ever want is you” you ranted, your hands shaking slightly as they rested around his neck.

His brown eyes slowly started to glisten with tears. He had been holding back from you for so long and for you to do the same felt very unfair. He would give you the absolute world...

When Pedro had gotten to the very last step, the door to your apartment was already wide open and there stood your brother oscar with a very deep and questionable expression spread across his face.

Pedro stopped dead in his tacks, by now you were passed out sleeping in his arms, unaware of the situation.

“How much did you hear?” Pedro questioned nervously.

Oscar held pedro’s deep eye contact.

“All of it.”

“She’s just drunk, I thought I’d help her, she was in a mess” Pedro stated still stood there holding you in his arms, the grip on you becoming a bit more protective.

Oscar scanned you over accepting how peaceful you looked in pedro’s arms, how Pedro held you so carefully and protectively, nothing could harm you.

He sighed deeply, he hated when you got in to a state like that, he was thankful that it was Pedro carrying you back and not some weird, sketchy perv.

“Thanks man” oscar smiled reassuringly.

Pedro followed Oscar in to tuck you up into bed. His eyes soften and he chuckled warmly at how drunk but now peaceful you were.

“You like her too don’t you?” Oscar questioned from outside of the bedroom.

He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, eyeing Pedro carefully.

Pedro breathed out.. “I.. uhh, I..”

Oscar scoffs out.

“I knew it”

There was a pause and Pedro’s nerves dreaded what he was going to say or do next.

Oscar took a deep long sigh and made eye contact with his bestfriend.

“Bro it’s okay... the way you look at her... the way you make her laugh, it got me thinking... I know I can count on you to make her happy, I know you would give her everything...”

Another pause.

“besides you are the only guy I would fully trust with my sister” he explains softly.

Pedro’s features soften towards his bestfriend, waiting for him to finish what was on his chest.

“I give in, if you want to date her, you have my permission.”

“Really?” Pedro answered surprised.

“Really. You can start with tomorrow. There’s this coffee shop down the street that she really loves, why don’t you take her there” He suggests.

Excitement slowly took over Oscar after he realised that his best friend might just be the one for his sister.

“There’s just one thing” Oscar points out quickly, he was almost cringing now.

Pedro pascal x Reader

Summary: Pedro and reader have been together for years, deeply in love still and blessed with two beautiful girls. Pedro finally decides to propose.

All couples are different. Some prefer to marry then have children. Others have children then are married. Others prefer not to get married at all.

You. You just rolled with it. No thought about it. whatever happens, happens.

Your daughter happened. First that is.

Then your second daughter.

You didn’t care that you weren’t married. You didn’t need a ring on your finger. A marriage was the last thing that mattered. You and Pedro were both loyal, committed and blessed with two beautiful daughters. You didn’t need a ring or a signed piece of paper to prove your love and loyalty. You were both happy with just the way it was.

Pedro never thought it was possible but he fell more and more in love with you each and every day.

He loved how supportive you were of him.

How you perfected to make his coffee exactly how he likes it.

How you manage to stay positive with a stressful job.

How you always liked to sing along to dreams by Fleetwood mac every Sunday morning.

And mostly how amazing you are at being a mother to his girls.

To him, you had always been marriage material but he stressed over the question. would Marriage be what you wanted?

Anxiety clouded his judgment and he got too worked up to ever ask you about it. He was sure you once mocked the idea of marriage. Then it put him off.

You trailed into the living room, hips swaying, your silk robe draping, your 7 year old tugging on it hot on your heels.

“Mummy please? Please can I have that giant princess castle! The exact one Millie has, it’s like a little den! Please!” Her little voice squeaked and begged.

She had been begging all morning.

“Ask daddy”

You pulled a mischievous smile and sighed in relief as your daughter slipped away to pester her daddy for the castle instead.

“Daddy!” She yelled as she dived onto Pedro on the couch.

He puffed out a breath uncomfortably from the rough landing of his daughter pouncing onto him like a jaguar.

“You know it’s mama’s birthday soon maybe we should save the castle and get it for her instead” he said to his daughter playfully, grabbing her small hands and making eye contact with her matching brown ones. It was like looking in a mirror.

“Or you could get her a ring daddy?” She questioned innocently, looking at him sweetly.

His face blushed a shade of pink. She meant nothing by it, She would probably suggest getting you a necklace next or a bracelet. But Pedro couldn’t but help but think of an engagement ring when she said it.

“A ring?” He questioned, he cleared his throat nervously.

“A nice pretty diamond one!” She clapped. Then taking Pedro’s cheeks in her small hands, stroking over his stubble. He chuckled at her then looked over towards you. You were taking your youngest out of the bouncer chair and cooing her into your arms.

His heart melted and he had an idea.

You were completely unaware of the conversation between Pedro and your daughter, asking her if she would like to go and help daddy pick out a ring for mama.

A few hours later and Pedro returned. You hadn’t even realised that both him and your little one had gone out, sleepiness over taking your body as your youngest snuggled up into your chest flat out from crying. You were led on the the couch with the tv softly playing in the back ground.

Pedro took you both in for a moment, his chocolate eyes softening at the sight of you.

“Hey mummy! Daddy got me that princess castle!!” She jumped excitedly.

She startled you half a mile and then you softly chuckled.

“Push over” you tutted before reaching for a cushion and aiming it at him.

“I can’t help it, anything for my girls!” His raspy voice defended, catching the cushion then ruffeling his daughters hair.

Pedro wandered over to you to kiss you, he pressed a soft sweet peck on your lips that lingered and a little gentle kiss on the baby’s head.

“I love you both so much..” he sighed.

He looked over to your 7 year old then back at you.

“As much as I want to join you, trouble here wants me to put the castle up now today so I’m going to be a few hours”

You nodded “that’s fine baby, Can’t wait to see it when it’s up”.

Pedro wandered to the garden, he got all of the parts out ready to start building, your daughter skipping around the garden singing to herself in excitement.

“When are you going to give mummy the ring?” She asked out of breath as she sat down in the grass. The summer sun slowly setting in.

“I don’t know baby girl” Pedro sighed in defeat.

It wasn’t just a ring, it was an engagement ring and he hadn’t a clue on how or when he was going to give it you.

Nerves creeped in.

“Is it a wedding ring? I want you to marry mama, you love mama don’t you?” Your daughter questioned in determination but slight worry in her tone.

“Of course I do baby! I love her with all of my heart! And I love you! And baby pascal! Daddy loves you all so so much!” He rejoiced, reaching to smooth your daughters hair then brush his thumb against her cheek.

His heart melted when he took in her features. She had daddy’s brown eyes but she was an image of her beautiful mama.

“Then marry her daddy! I want you to be together forever!... we can live happily ever after.. in.. in my princess castle!” She rambled with great expression, her heart bursting at the idea.

Pedro chuckled at her then looked over at the large pink wooden castle.

His daughters eyes lit up.

“Wow! It’s perfect daddy! All we need now is cushions and fairy lights! It would look so pretty! Maybe you and mama can use it for a date!” She giggled.

Then that gave him an idea...

“Mama! Mama!” Your 7 year old sounded throughout the house.

You rushed out of the bedroom.

“What is it baby?” You asked with panic, your heart pounding slightly.

“Come and see! Outside!”

You quickly checked on your youngest one last time before taking the baby monitor with you.

“Is it your castle?” You asked making your way outside.

“Yep! And your prince is waiting!” she giggled loudly.

You laughed out shaking your head. “Daddy tell you to say that?”

Outside was dark now and you almost teared when you saw how special it all looked.

There was fairy lights literally everywhere, glowing warmly and softly setting a really romantic atmosphere. There was a trail of flower petals leading up towards your daughters castle.. you was quite shocked at how big the castle was, it was indeed perfect to use as a den.

The soft cool breeze made you shiver slightly as you folded your arms and made your way to the castle, smiling at the petals. What on earth? You thought but none the less it was sweet.

You lowered yourself down using your hands to climb in through the small entrance of the castle almost knocking heads with Pedro on your way in.

“Omg, ouch.. sorry.. ” you panted shuffling in.

Pedro chuckled. You felt his rough hands snake sound your wrists to hold you and help you in.

“It’s okay, I got you baby” he chuckled again, his warm breath cascading over you. It felt nice in the cool evening.

You finally sat up, inches away from him. Your 7 year old crawling in next you effortlessly. The biggest grin on her face.

“What’s all this?” You laugh, holding eye contact with Pedro.

He took a deep breath, looking extremely scared for a moment.

“Pedro?” You questioned a little worried.

You could always sense when he was on edge.

“It’s fine mama, daddy’s fine! He has a surprise for you!” She giggles, wrapping herself around your arm and resting into your side.

“Te amo mucho hermosa” he said shakily looking you deep in the eyes.

Your daughter blushed at his unknown words, she didn’t know what they’d meant but she had a feeling with your eyes tearing up that it meant something loving and special. She smiles proudly at her daddy.

“Shit I’m so nervous” he breaths. “Shit, I just swore in front of our kid! Shit!” He mumbled shaking his head.

You blush and shook your head at him, holding in a laugh.

Your daughter covered her mouth and giggled at the naughty words.

He gripped your hands in his. “You don’t have to if don’t want to..don’t worry about it..” he hesitates. “I mean, I understand.. it’s no big deal, we’ve never actually talked about it.. it would be nice if we did.. I know I would like to..”

You searched his eyes gripping his hands a little tighter.

“What Pedro? Do what?.. what is it?” You were on edge now. Your heart pounding in your chest.

Your daughter scrabbles for something from under one of the cushions. Out came a small velvet box.

Your heart was in your mouth now, Pedro could feel your hands shake and he smoothed over them reassuringly with his thumbs.

Pedro signalled a small nod to your daughter and she opened the box.

“Mama.. will you marry daddy?”

Her small voice was so hopeful and innocent, her gorgeous brown eyes exactly like her fathers looking into yours for a response.

A tear fell down your cheek. Your heart racing. It was silent for a moment while Pedro fought off his anxiety.

“Of course I will” you cried.

Pedro’s shoulders dropped as he relaxed, completely relieved and over the moon.

Love and happiness filling both of your hearts.

Your daughter cheered and she dived in your laps hugging you both tightly pulling you together as you both wrapped your arms around each other.

You pulled away, noses brushed against one another’s before you melt into each other and begin to kiss passionately. Your daughter usually pulled a face at how gross it is but this time looking relieved and in awe at your love for one and another.

Pedro slipped the ring on your finger to finally seal the deal.

Part 1 - https://cherrylipscrystalskies.tumblr.com/post/638763397403574272/friends-turned-into-lovers

Pedro pascal x Reader

Summary: You and Pedro have been friends for a while now through mutuals, things change when those mutuals help turn you friends into lovers.

Part 2

Your eyes fixated on his deep brown ones , he held your gaze and it was thicker and heavier then ever.

The air was hot, your friends could feel the sexual tension.

You began to sway your hips but Pedro’s eyes did not once look away from your own, he continued to stare heavily into your eyes and it made you melt to the core.

It was when you began to run your hands up your body that Pedro shifted in his spot. He sunk back into the couch, his legs parting slightly, inviting you over to dance for your papi.

Finally you were closer than ever, dipping low between his legs, resting your palms on his thighs, rubbing and massaging over his denim jeans seductively.

As you hypnotised him with your hips you climb into his lap, grinding ever so playfully and teasingly. Your hands rested on his shoulders as his palms gripped your waist gently sending electronic pulses through your body, your heart began to race.

Sarah watched you eagerly, goosebumps tingling up her arms. This was not a dare to you, you meant every bit of seduction.

Lust took over your body under the spell of Pedro’s heavy gaze. Sarah had never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at you tonight.. you didn’t need to have the power to read minds to know what he was thinking and Sarah was absolutely living it for it.

All of your friends were lured and fixated on the little moment that was happening between you and Pedro and they felt caught up in the heated moment themselves.

You decided it was getting a bit much, inappropriate thoughts taking over your mind. You wanted nothing more but to hear Pedro’s raspy voice, begging you to fuck him, to be a good girl for Papi and to choke on his dick...

“Okay.. times up” You sighed breathlessly.

“50 dollars if you want another half an hour” you joked with a wink as you climbed out of Pedro’s lap.

He chuckled pretending to get his wallet out of his pocket causing you to blush and laugh out.

You slapped him softly and playfully and he caught your hand in the act to pull you down next to him.

The rest of the night continued at Pedro’s side, talking and laughing while you snuggled into him on the couch, another big glass of magic wine in your hand.

Friends were happy to see you loosening up around each other as the night drew on. Pedro’s hand wandering in different places instinctively. You enjoyed every lingering touch.

It was now 3am and you and Pedro decided to venture into the kitchen for a nice big glass of water and snacks to munch on, you were both starting to sober up now.

Little did you know, Sarah accompanied by her wife, followed you and were spying on you both from around the corner.

You shuffled yourself up tiredly onto the kitchen island, swinging your legs as you watched Pedro grab some glasses for water.

“I still don’t know what kind of wine Sarah got” you laughed questionably.

Pedro chuckled brushing a hand though his hair. He spun around to face you.

“I don’t think it was the wine, you know I think sarah might of spiked us”

Sarah rolled her eyes and held in a laugh in the distance, face blushing red.

“You think?” You giggled.

You took some water from Pedro and took a cold refreshing sip. He admired you as you did so, unaware at how gorgeous you looked, even still after a long night of drinking, tired and your hair a mess.

He pictured you sat there, wearing nothing but his Fleetwood mac T-shirt. He did that a lot.

“Well even if she did” he spoke tiredly.. “I’m not complaining, I got a sexy dance out of it and might I add, it was amazing”

You blushed a little. It was rare that you went shy around Pedro but there was a first for everything, like lap dances in your best friends living room.

“I can always dance for you again.. privately next time...”

You chew on your lower lip, your eyes bore into his brown ones once again as you wait for his response.

He steps forward placing his glass of water down beside you, his eyes never leaving yours until he notices a strand of your hair cascading in front of your face.

Your inches apart now as he takes the strand of hair and tucks it gently behind your ear.

“I would like that very much” he softly breaths.

His warm breath tickles your skin and the smell of his cologne slowly starts creeping over you again, It makes you melt.

You rest your hand loosely on his shoulders.

His eyes trail down to your lips, the same passion in his eyes when he watched you dance, the same lingering lustful stare.

You could feel your lips tingle.

Pedro pauses for a moment until something that sarah said replayed in his mind.

‘Look all I’m saying is don’t hold back tonight’

“You can kiss me Pedro, I want you to”

You broke Pedro out of thought and he gave up on hesitating.

“I can?” He questions nervously in almost a whisper.

Sarah mentally face palms from a distance “just kiss her you idiot” she whispers vigorously to herself and her wife laughed at her in amusement.

Pedro’s lips slowly pressed onto yours ever so gently, you both took a moment, eyes closed to really take in this moment.

You concentrated hard on each other lips, how soft and amazing they felt. You began to peck at his lips over and over again until he ran his tongue over your bottom lip and you began to kiss more passionately.

It didn’t take long until your make out session began and things started to get more heated.

Your heavy breaths echoed in the kitchen, You wrapped your legs around Pedro, hands running through his thick locks of brown hair while his hands slipped under your shirt, tingling your bare skin as he caressed you, held you and pulled you close to him.

That was enough for sarah, she was satisfied with her work and left you two to it.

She didn’t care if you made it to the bedroom or not.. by all means fuck there and then in her own kitchen if you had to.. she didn’t care as long as her best friends finally gave in to their feelings for one another and were finally happy...

The sun had now fully rose and it was now breakfast time in the Paulson household.

Sarah had gone all out. The long wooden grained table that presented itself in front of large glass panel windows letting the Gorgeous morning light through was decorated with fresh flowers and arranged with plates of pancakes, fruit, toast, muffins.. you name it.

Everyone were already gathered around, chattering and helping themselves to the amazing food and fruit juices, teas and coffee.

Sarah smiled to herself as she took in the moment. All of her friends finally all reunited in the same room together which was almost impossible with your busy schedules. This get together weekend was something she always looked forward to.

She continued to scan the room but this time looking for two certain friends.

“Hmm these blueberry muffins are amazing!” Amanda commented from beside sarah.

“You like them? I followed my mother’s recipe.. uh have you seen Y/n and Pedro?” She questioned.

“Last time I saw them they were making their way upstairs, that was like 3 in the morning” she muffled with a mouth full of muffin.

Sarah’s smile grew and she blushed to herself.

“Oh that’s alright, I was just wondering”

She then settled on buttering herself a slice of toast, Completely unaware of her two missing friends now entering the room and joining everyone at the table.

Pedro had the most goofiest smile on his face as you sat beside him, scooting your chair over so you was sat as close to him as possible, nuzzling into his side both clad in baggy comfy clothing. You wearing his Fleetwood Mac T-shirt.

You were glowing, your smile lighting up the whole room, the same smile that Pedro fell in love with. You were both goofing around catching attention from a few friends around you, all watching with satisfied and knowing smiles. They no longer needed to stress about wanting you to be together. It was clear now that you were, finally together. Friends turned into lovers.

You laughed out at something Pedro had said and it stood out more then anyone’s.

Sarah’s head shot up quickly and she looked over in your direction. She was nearly overwhelmed by what she saw. Her two best friends absolutely glowing. You looked ever so comfortable together, goofing around and laughing as you fed each other strawberry’s and pancakes looking more in love then ever.

Pedro pascal x Reader

Summary You and Pedro have been friends for a while now through mutuals. Things change when those mutuals help turn you friends into lovers.

Part 1

“Admit it, you are in love with my best friend!’ Sarah confronted Pedro as she rushed around him in the kitchen.

She was fussing over tonight’s party, shuffling around deciding where to place balloons, how to lay out the party food and of course, how to display all of the alcohol and glasses.

Pedro chuckled in disbelief while he shook his head In denial.

He was dressed causally in his Fleetwood mac t-shirt, leaning back on the kitchen island as he caught a look from sarah.

“What? She’s perfect for you and you know it! That’s why I introduced you to her in the first place!” Sarah taunted, eyes flicking between the two glasses, inspecting which ones to use for the party.

“The Crystal ones” Pedro pointed out, nodding towards the glasses.

Sarah smiled in satisfaction as she put the other one back. As she reached for the rest of the Crystal wine glasses tucked at the back of the cabinet, she spoke again.

Pedro watching her carefully.

“You can’t hide it from me Pedro, I know this because I know you, I know her, I know that she’s your type and you can just tell by the way you look at her.. look I’d be lying if I said she didn’t like you too”

Thoughts of you began drifting to his mind.

Pedro really did like you. You were absolutely gorgeous, You were funny, outrageously sarcastic and witty and really good at keeping conversation. Everything just flowed with you.

His heart couldn’t take it. Your smile was contagious, your laughter was contagious and he craved to have you around.

There was no denying you both had chemistry, you were head over heals for each other and everyone who knew you and Pedro could see it. Sarah especially.

“Pedro!” Sarah snapped, clicking her fingers and laughing.

Pedro jumped out of his daze, his wandering thoughts got the best of him.

“You love the same music.. the same food.. the same movies.. Oh and don’t get me started on how whenever you’re together you wonder off and you get up to no good, having fun without me” rolling her eyes at ‘having fun without me’.

she began to sprinkle party confetti on the kitchen island.

Pedro softly chuckled to himself, his brown eyes looking down into nothing as he continued to think about you.

“Look, You two are my besties and you both deserve the world!” Sarah sighed.

It fell silent for a moment.

“Look, If I have to explain in more detail.. She’s touch starved and in need of some loving.. you are lonely and in need of some loving.. just get together all ready! You need each other!”

Pedro hesitated for a moment letting it all sink in.

“She’s so beautiful” he sighed letting his thoughts go.

“Hell yeah she is!” Sarah passionately agreed, happy that he’s finally coming around to his feelings.

“Look all I’m saying is don’t hold back tonight”

Advice that meant nothing, there was already a cunning plan in place...

It was now the evening, Pedro was now changed into jeans and a smarter shirt along side sarah who was dressed in a smart-casual slip dress. Wine in hand and waiting on the arrival of their friends. Which included you.

You were on route, Hair and make up done up with a little bit more effort, a large bag packed for your weekend stay at the Paulson household. You felt slightly nervous at first but you didn’t know why.

You shook the feeling as you tipped your driver and hauled the heavy bag out of the car, your heels clicking against the path as you strutted towards the large door of her lavish La house.

The Summer evening breeze flowed through your hair as you patiently waited for someone to answer hadn’t realised that you drifted into space.

You jumped suddenly as the door jolted open breaking you from your trance.

Warmth seeped out of the house welcoming your skin and light shone over you like a spotlight. It took a while for your eyes to adjust to the light and recognise the person in front of you and when you did your stomach did flips.

“Pedro!” You greeted overjoyed. “Nice to see you!”

You fought the struggle as you embraced him into a hug, your heavy weekend bag weighed you down.

Pedro’s brown eyes lit up and his smile grew wider as he accepted your embrace and took in the smell of your perfume, a sweet fruity smell that he became obsessed with.

His cologne was something you became obsessed with too and the smell really made it difficult not to melt into him right there and then.

“Here let me take this” he motioned to your bag as you broke away from the hug.

Pedro took the bag from you and held it like it weighed nothing. That alone had you swooning.

“Are you two done drooling over one another!” A familiar voice sounded from behind Pedro.

Pedro shook his head as he chuckled in embarrassment.

“Yes we are done now” he jokingly admitted sending you a cheeky wink

“i’ll leave you girls to it” he said before taking your bag away letting Sarah through.

“Y/N darling!”

Sarah greeted you with a tight hug, kissing your cheek and checking over your outfit.

“You look amazing!l she beamed, wiggling her eyebrows.

“You better behave!” You warned sarah with a laugh, holding her mischievous gaze.

‘Oh shush! Come! Let’s get some wine” she motioned, ushering you towards the party.

A few wines later and you were all scattered around her living room. Her living room was more like a spacious art gallery with white walls, large paintings, large rustic furniture and rugs.

The large glass panel windows framed a view of the garden and pool outside. warm twinkling fairy lights reflecting into the water and glistening in the dark. It set a vibe that was almost as cozy and chill as it was on the inside, her large fire place decorated with more lights and the mini bar in the corner, lit up with a warm glow with friends chatting and laughing around it.

A few were sat around on the large couches lavished with designer throws and cushions. You on the other hand was sat crossed legged on the large scattered out floor cushions.

Everyone had made some sort of circle as you sat around the floor and couches and talked and laughed, it was the perfect layout for story telling, drinking games, singing and dancing.

You sipped your wine holding eye contact with Pedro every now and then who was sat opposite you on the the couch. Your gazes would linger for a while before looking away with playful smiles. Sarah kept watching you both closely with a small smile.

“Look at them” she muttered to her wife beside her. Her wife watched intently and smiled knowingly.

A close friend joined in with them as she leaned into them on the couch, wine in hand.

“Why won’t they just get together all ready” the close friend Amanda spoke in desperation.

All of your friends adored you and Pedro and wanted nothing more for you to be together.

You made the perfect couple.

Sarah laughed softly. Her eyes still analysing you both.

You giggled as Pedro made some silly faces at you from a distance then continued to sip his wine. You were both slightly bored of this party but couldn’t just get up and leave like you usually did and create your own fun. This was Sarah’s special get together, a reunion weekend with all your close friends. It would be rude if you did.

A few moments later you were caught up chatting to a friend next you but your mind was elsewhere, you were distracted by Pedro and sarah could see it as she continued watching you from a far.

The wine was slowly going to your head, you were drunk now but not in the worse way.

You don’t know what kind of wine Sarah had got but it was like some heavenly magical space water that made you feel like you were floating.

Everyone looked amazing, smelled amazing, sounded amazing. When someone would touch you or brush past you, even that felt amazing too but you was touched starved after all.

Sarah began to notice the effects of the wine getting to you, as you sat there dazed, eyeing up Pedro with a more lustful gaze, smiling warmly to yourself as your friend touched your hand while she chatted away in your ear about something.

“You are so naughty and I love it!” Sarah’s wife growled in her ear and she saw the plan slowly unraveling before them.

Sarah smile to herself. It was time for party games.

It started off fun and innocent at first..

‘say something nice about the the person on your right’

‘sing a duet with the person to your left’

Then it became a little more intimate, a little more saucy..

‘Unhook the bra of the person of your choice using only one hand’

‘lick so’s and so’s neck until you find their sweet spot’

“Y/N!”

You jumped out of thought as your name got called and you searched for Sarah who was looking at you with the same mischievous grin she sported earlier.

You were still feeling high as a kite and therefore relaxed when you waited for whatever she had to throw at you.

This should be interesting you thought.

“You’re good at dancing right? I mean you are a professional dancer after all” she stated slyly with a calm tone.

Everyone cheered, you were a great dancer and all your friends had been your biggest supporters.

“Yes” you replied calmly before sipping your wine.

The room fell silent for a moment with anticipation of what was to come.

“I want you to slowly make your way over to the person opposite you and dance seductively for them”

Although calm you almost choked on your wine. You laughed and cleared your throat as the liquid tickled at your throat.

“Um.. okay” you smiled feeling quite confident.

You should of felt shy, nervous and maybe even reluctant to do this but the magic wine made you feel relaxed, sexy, and more willing than ever.

The music that flowed in the background suddenly switched to some sexy RnB song, maybe it was a song by Rihanna but right now you couldn’t tell or even care for that matter, your concentration was elsewhere.

Pedro pascal x Reader

Summary: Pedro and reader takes a trip to Star Wars land with their little one and of course dresses her as grogu, reader and Pedro and their fans can’t deal with the cuteness!

A strong arm draped over you like a weighted blanket, you felt comforted and safe and it brought a smile to your face as you started to wake up. Shifting slightly Pedro pulled you closer to him until you felt his warm chest pressing into your back, two naked bodies worn out yet relaxed from last nights events. You wanted nothing more but for him to climb back on top of you, kiss you all over and do it all again but today you had something special planned. On the calendar in your kitchen marked a big X on todays date and underneath in Pedro’s quick handwriting read ‘trip to Star Wars land!’ It was a suprise for your little one which was all too perfect when she had become a little fan of the mandolorian series, it was only because daddy was in it but she grew to love grogu to the point of obsession. Of course Pedro buys her the pajamas and the cuddly toy and the juice bottle with little cartoon grogu faces on it and now she has the outfit which you have been saving especially for Star Wars land. You shuffle to face Pedro exitedly “Morning papi” you smile after pecking his lips gently and he closes his eyes to take it in. “Hmmm morning princess” “coffee?” You question. “Baby you know me so well” he chuckles tiredly before attempting to kiss your neck then snuggling back into his pillow. After multitasking while making the coffee, you wonder back into the bedroom still naked under a silk robe holding pedros favourite mug filled with coffee exactly how likes it. Before you even try to pass it to him he already takes the mug from you, attempts to take a quick sip and places it on the bedside table so he can pull you down on top of him. “Thank you so much beautiful” he says between breathy kisses. It’s not long before things become quite heated, his hand starts to trail up your back and into your hair as you kiss each other passionately and his other hand sneaks slowly up your thigh brushing underneath your silk robe. You were about to wrap your legs around him when the door creaks open and small feet shuffles in. You jolt back calmly “Oh hey baby girl” you breath out, adjusting your robe as Pedro perches himself up swiftly as if nothing was about to happen, both a little flustered. You pass pedro his coffee and focus on your little one properly “are you okay sweet girl?” She nods tiredly and begins to rub her eyes and your heart melts at the sight of her. Your warm smile comforts her as she reaches out for you to lift her into your arms, she drapes her little arms around your neck and you cuddle her. Pedro takes a moment as he sips his coffee to take in the sight of his two girls, his whole world right there. When Pedro found out you was pregnant with his child to say he was the happiest man alive would be an understatement. You knew he was going to be the most amazing father to your child...

💐 Of course there will be fairy lights and tapestry everywhere.

💐Brides maids with flowers in their hair and of course you, the bride, wearing the most biggest and most delicate flower crown in pretty rustic colours.

💐 Rob is speechless when he sees you in a vintage lace dress with a bohemian twist.

💐 Rob would be suited up smartly obviously wearing a shirt thats popping with colour and tailored with intricate patterns.

💐 It’s the perfect outdoor wedding.

💐 Plants, flowers and trees everywhere. There’s a slight breeze in the air and the spring sun is shining.

💐 of course you have bohemian and rustic decorations and props.

💐 Your vows would be somewhat poetic. You both decided to come up with your own vows, deep and meaningful.

💐Of course Rob would sound like he was reciting something from Shakespeare in his lovely Irish accent, seemed like he prepared a whole novel.

💐 Rob couldn’t wait to kiss you and seal the deal so proudly Infront of both all of your friends and family.

💐 After your perfect kiss, you both almost cried but with tears of joy. Softies.

💐 Your playlist of the night includes Fleetwood Mac, the Beatles and other old bands.

💐 Your first dance wouldn’t feel right if you didn’t dance around stupidly together, laugh until you nearly wet yourself and attempt something between the can can and an Irish stepdance.

💐 Everyone at your wedding got stupidly drunk in the evening.

💐 It was such a vibe in the night, the fairy lights twinkling, everyone dancing barefooted on the grass and tapestry rugs.

💐 Rob swinging you around both tipsy and more in love than ever.

💐 You fell even more in love when he let you sweep his hair into a man bun and let you place your flower crown on his head.

💐 “you are so beautiful Rob”

💐 Everyone just in awe with you both throughout the whole entire wedding.