#pedropascal imagine

That was the last thing you wanted to hear. His words struck you like a lightning bolt and you froze. The time stopped too, imprisoning you in a moment that made your skin break out in gooseflesh and your stomach to clench. Your throat closed when you tried to speak but someone had to break the awkward silence that filled the room.

“Please, don’t do this to me.”

“Why? Why isn’t it possible? I like you and... I-I-I know you’ve never said but it... It feels like you like me too.” His voice was soft and tender as he spoke and it was so hard to look into those pleading eyes.

“I do Pedro, I like you as a friend and...”

“As a dick, you can ride whenever you want.”

“That’s not...”

“No, you know what?! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. The point is that... I think we would make such a great couple and... if you would just give us a try...”

“Pedro! I... I’m sorry. I really am but...”

You could not force more words out, just shook your head with a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes. You were aware from the beginning that sooner or later someone is going to get hurt and nothing's gonna be the same ever again. Yet, you were not prepared for that.

“’K” was all he managed to utter through his swollen throat.

“I... I think it would be better if we won’t see each other for a while.” You said hoarsely and turned to walk away when you felt his hand wrapped around your arm.

“Y/N? Please! I don’t wanna lose you.”

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered again, unable to say anything else to make the parting easier. You pulled your arm from his grip and walked out the door, breaking two hearts into million pieces.

It was one of the most horrible days of your life. Your friends with benefits relationship with Pedro had been worked so well so far. He was such a great friend and god! Such a wonderful lover! It was perfect because your heart was not strong enough yet to a real, romantic relationship.

You met Pedro 6 months ago. Your fiance, Travis and you just moved to New York and he wanted you to meet a few of his friends from college. He was an actor. Not as famous as Pedro but people cared about his life just as much as about yours. Being in the center of attention was hard for you but you were able to keep it under control.

Finding him with another woman in your bed reduced you to a sobbing wreck. Not only your heart shattered into pieces but your fate in love and your belief in yourself. You’ve spent 8 years of your life with a man who had been cheating on you for months after he engaged you. You were ready to tie your lives together and have a baby with him. With him! How could you be so stupid, so blind?!

It was a few weeks after the split-up when you bumped into Pedro again in a coffee shop. You were still very upset and he was a great listener. He offered you to help find a temporary residence so you didn’t have to go back to your hometown. Pedro was the sweetest guy you’ve ever met. He was generous, kind and warm-hearted and could always make you smile. You became very good friends. You spent more and more time together, talking about literally anything for hours until one day it happened. He kissed you.

It wasn’t on purpose or planned. It just kinda happened and you ended up in bed with him on top of you. He was amazing. God, he was! He was gentle but rough, caring but greedy and he made you feel incredibly sexy and desirable. You had a long, long conversation on that night about how his career doesn’t allow him to have a girlfriend and how you are not ready for a relationship after one that took 8 years from your life. It led to an agreement: it was a one-time thing.

It wasn’t.

Your bodies craved one another like air needed to breathe. There was always a jolt of electricity running through your nerves whenever your skin touched, a wave of heat flooding your cores whenever your eyes met. So you decided to lay down some definite rules and take the plunge into a 2 months long no strings attached relationship. It was nothing but pure desire. Nothing more.

And now you were alone. Without the engagement, you had more time for yourself and to focus on your own career. It was all you could do to escape from the pain in your chest. And it would be so stupid to throw yourself into a relationship that clearly has no future. You knew you made the right decision when you said no to Pedro but it didn’t change the fact that you felt miserable. You missed him more then you admitted and deep down in your heart you knew, you have always had feelings for him.

“Are you ok?” Haylee asked chewing on her dinner. She was so small and skinny you wondered how all the food could fit into her.

“Yeah! I’m good.” You answered, toying with your food on the plate.

“I still can’t believe Travis did that to you. You were such a cute couple.”

“Thanks...”

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t want to... You-you know what I mean.” She stammered nervously until you offered her a reassuring smile.

“It’s ok, Haylee. I’m good. I really am.”

Haylee worked with Pedro and Travis on the stage after you had arrived in New York. You often hanged out with the crew and she happened to become a good friend of yours.

“So how are you? Are you seeing anyone?” She asked cramming another mouthful of spaghetti into her mouth.

“Ugh, no!”

“Why? Just because someone broke your heart? You’re young and beautiful, Y/N. Surely there is a lot of sweet guy waiting for you out there. Like Pedro for example.” She blurted and you frowned. Hearing his name made you feel numb and your heart to beat faster.

“Who?”

“Pedro Pascal, you silly. Ugh! He was so into you!”

“What?”

“Yeah. Poor guy. He had a major crush on you ever since Travis introduced you to us. How did you not know that? You were such good buddies a few weeks ago. I thought he had already told you.”

“No... he... Are you sure about this?”

“One hundred percent sure. He never said it though, but... he always talked about you. He was so cute. Once he said if he was Travis he wouldn’t wait 8 years to marry you.”

It was never just sex for him and now that you knew that, you felt sick because if it was true you might have thrown something really valuable out the window. It was not just a fleeting emotion. He had been planning his confession for months, waiting for a perfect moment only to get rejected in a blink of an eye. You made the worst mistake and now you had to fix it.

“Y/N? Is everything ok?” Haylee asked in confusion, watching as you picked up your stuff and stood from the table.

“I... I’ve gotta go. Thanks for the dinner, I owe you one!” You said without any further explanation and hurried out of the restaurant.

You arrived at Pedro’s apartment in the middle of the night. He wasn’t home but it wasn’t unusual. Sometimes he didn’t manage to get home until midnight. You decided you were going to wait a couple of hours for him. After all, he had waited months for you. So you were waiting and waiting and waiting until you had to make a choice of going home or staying the night at the corridor. That was the moment when you heard giggling. You turned and saw Pedro appearing from the corner with a beautiful woman on his arm. You couldn’t really tell but they looked tipsy.

“Y/N?” Pedro gawked at you in surprise and you felt your throat tighten.

“I-uh... I was passing by and I thought... Sorry, I... I was an idiot.” You mumbled nervously, took your bag and strode towards the stairway.

That was really something you did not expect. You deserved it though. Weeks had passed since you left him and you were so stupid to think he was sitting at home, waiting for you to show up.

You were stumbling down the stairs, unable to see your steps because of the tears in your eyes you rejected to shed until Pedro caught up with you.

“Y/N! Wait!”

“I’m sorry!” You yelled rather than said. “I... I shouldn’t be mad. I had the chance and I missed it. I... You should go back to your girlfriend. She must be upset.” You sobbed.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Ew! Whatever! Just don’t make her wait...”

“No, wait!” He said now smiling. “She’s my sister. She came to cheer me up.”

The beautiful woman was his sister and this fact changed everything. All you could say was a silent “Oh” as you blinked back the tears, snuffling. Pedro sighed and leaned back to the railing. He was so happy to see you.

“What’s in the bag?” He asked softly.

“Nothing, just... just my toothbrush, change of clothes... pajamas and a few other things.”

“Sounds like you planned a sleepover.” He said, leaning his head to one side and smiling. You shrugged and sniffled, sheepishly peering up at him.

“I just hoped I can stay the night at my boyfriend.”

“I’ve missed you so much, babe.” 

“I’ve missed you too.” 

Your voice cracked as another sob caught in your throat. A sob of joy and relief. His arms moved to wrap around your body, squeezing you into a long, warm and tight hug. 

“Do you think your sister’s gonna like me?” You mumbled against his shoulder as you squeezed him back.

“Uhm... she already hates you.” He said, causing you to pull away with a puzzled look on your face.

“What? You broke her little brother’s heart.”

“Shit.”

“Don’t worry! I can put in a good word for you.” 

“That would be nice! Thank you, babe.”

“You’re welcome, my love.” He giggled then smiled, beaming down at you with his beautiful, shining brown eyes and your heart started to sing. 

Slowly, you slid your hands behind his neck and pecked him softly on his lips before pulling him into a long, and sweet kiss. A kiss of deep passion and pure love.