#papi pascal

╰┈➤𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairings: Pedro Pascal x Hairstylist!Reader

Summary: When Pedro’s ex (a famous actress) shows up on set, he panics and introduces you as his "new partner." You go along with it to save face. Forced into fake dating, now you're sharing lazy morning coffees and lingering touches that feel too real. When the truth comes out, neither of you remembers how to pretend anymore.

Word count: 396 words

The trailer was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional snip of your scissors. You were focused, fingers working carefully through Pedro’s dark curls, smoothing out the strands for his next scene. The rhythm was familiar by now—the way he tilted his head just slightly to give you better access, the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with hair product.

Then the door swung open.

"Pedro, darling."

The voice dripped with saccharine sweetness, the kind that made your fingers pause mid-motion. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was—Sophia Sterling, when she entered the air changed, suddenly it was all expensive perfume and practiced charm. Oscar winner. Box office queen. Pedro’s very public, very messy ex.

Your hands stilled, scissors hovering just above his temple.

Pedro’s jaw tensed beneath your fingers. "Sophia." His voice was carefully neutral, but you felt the way his shoulders stiffened under your touch. "You’re not in this film."

She stepped inside like she owned the trailer, her designer heels clicking against the linoleum. "No, but I’m visiting the director."

Her gaze slid to you, sharp and assessing, lingering on where your fingers were still tangled in Pedro’s hair. A slow, catlike smile curled her lips. "And who’s this?"

You opened your mouth, professionalism kicking in—just the hairstylist, nothing to see here—but Pedro moved faster.

"My girlfriend."

The words dropped like a bomb.

Your comb slipped from your grip, clattering against the floor. The sound was absurdly loud in the sudden silence.

Sophia’s perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched. "Your hairstylist, you mean."

Pedro didn’t hesitate. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush against his side in one smooth motion. His palm was warm through the fabric of your shirt, his thumb pressing into the dip of your hip—a touch that felt terrifyingly real. You barely had time to process the contact before he spoke again, voice low and rough.

"Since when do you date crew?" Sophia scoffed, crossing her arms.

Pedro’s fingers flexed against you, his grip tightening just enough to make your breath catch. He didn’t look away from her as he answered, the words deliberate.

"Since her."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Sophia’s smile didn’t waver, but something dark flickered in her eyes. You could practically see the calculations running behind them, the gossip columns, the headlines, the way this would play in the press.