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dumplingsjinson · 1 year

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Chaotic Roommate Prompts mayhaps?

List of chaotic roommate prompts

Character A hearing a knock on their window. Considering how they live on the second floor, they don’t think much of it — might be a tree branch scraping past with how windy it is tonight. Then they hear it again — the distinct thumping against their window pane. Raising a brow, they pull their curtain aside and see Character B grinning at them through the glass, dangling on a thick tree branch. “What the fuck?!” they yelp, quickly opening the window and being met with a cold draft. “What are you doing, [name]? Are you fucking insane?!” They quickly help Character B clamber through their window. “Sorry,” Character B says once they’re safe and sound on Character A’s bedroom floor. “I forgot my keys, and since you usually ignore anyone knocking at the front door, I figured this was my best bet. Which it was, so no harm done!”

“Why are you naked.” “Because the air-conditioning’s not working.” “Okay, but you really don’t need to chill out in your birthday suit on the couch of all places. This is a shared space!” “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.” “That’s not the point.”

Character B loudly sobbing over their ex for the eighth night in a row (at least that’s what Character A thinks) and so, being the nosy person they are, they decide to check up on them, only to find out they’ve been sobbing over a 100k worded fanfiction they found on AO3. “Are you fucking serious?” Character A grumbles, while Character B wipes under their eyes with their suspiciously snotty tissue. “It’s not my fault this fic is so well-written!”

“I’m going to need you to stop coming back drunk at two in the morning, spouting the dumbest conspiracy theories known to mankind because I’m losing a lot of brain cells because of you.”

Character B, when drunk, would end up curled up on the middle of Character A’s bed. Character A has learned the lesson of trying to wake them up during those moments, so whenever this happens, they leave them be and resort to sleeping on the couch.

Character B trying to take care of Character A when they fall sick but instead, make a mess of the kitchen. “…It’s the effort that counts,” Character A says monotonously as they survey the degree of damage done to the kitchen the next day.

Character B sitting on Character A’s lap when there’re seats and couches throughout the house for them to plop their asses on.

(If they’re close enough) Character B making moaning sounds in the background if they happen to be in the same room as Character A and Character A’s on the phone with their parents.

“That’s not how you change a lightbulb!” “Well, I’m no lightbulb technician!” “I already told you I know how to change a fucking lightbulb yet you took it to tasking yourself with this!”

Character B sneaking a speaker into Character A’s room and blasting their music to scare the fuck out of Character A and, also, to wake them up.

“Stop stealing my takeaway, you dipshit!”

“Okay, you’re not going into the kitchen ever again! You’re not allowed near any sort of stove from now on!” “But—” “No buts, I don’t want this place to be burned to crisps! I want my deposit back, for God's sake!”

“Can you stop telling my parents that we’re dating?” “I’m only sparing you from them asking why you’re still so pathetically single.”

“I know you’ve been stealing my hoodies from my closet.”

“Can you lock the door the next time you take a shower?” “Maybe you should learn how to knock, how about that? Plus, no one gets to see this plump ass very often so you should count yourself lucky.”

#roommate prompts #prompts #otp prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #request #I had a tonne of fun writing this one omg thank you anon #also air new zealand has free inflight wifi for the whole flight so i'm uploading this via a 14 hour long flight lmfaooooo

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tarantula-hawk-wasp · 2 days

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Going to miss everyone during my flight <3

#11 hours #and I’m not bothering with inflight wifi #reblog my art while I’m gone

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faelynfawn · 3 months

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I am in an aeroplane.

#faelyn talks #They have inflight wifi. :]

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legobiwan · 10 months

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I FIGURED OUT THE ENDING TO THE DIMENTIO!LIVES AU!!!

It's a little risky, narratively speaking, but I think it's going to work.

Alright, buckle your seatbelts people, going to try and crank out Chapter 1 as soon as I can.

#hello there #writing #the eternal struggle #luigi #solus creatura #i have to thank my inflight wifi for crapping out on the approach to [redacted city]#that 40 minutea of staring out the window allowee me to figure this out

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cornwatcheshockey · 5 months

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i am going to attempt to watch the pens game but i truly have no clue if i am going to be successful

#free inflight wifi don’t fail me now #(also whoever made the pens schedule i’d just like to talk. why are all the games at the same time i’m flying)#pens lb #corn watches hockey

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fourtyfaregates · 7 months

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this turbulence is cray

#gtv2 text #gtv2 high asf #wimdy out here over the deser #also yeah i have free inflight wifi tee hee

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voudeals · 1 year

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#emirates #wifi #inflight entertainment #travel

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nyx-nekoo · 1 year

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Poofy clouds <3

#on inflight wifi #my headphones keep buzzing

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biglisbonnews · 1 year

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CES 2023: Delta Sync Brings More Digital Services to Travel Free WiFi, expansive entertainment and other digital updates are coming to Delta flights At CES 2023, Delta announced upcoming offerings that include free WiFi, Delta Sync, a new in-flight entertainment platform and a new user experience on screen—all in an effort to continue evolving their customer-focused business. While there will be more features available to passengers, the ultimate goal for Delta is to remove and reduce … https://coolhunting.com/travel/ces-2023-delta-sync-brings-more-digital-services-to-travel/

#Evan Orensten #COOL HUNTING®#The Blind Machine #Travel #CES #CES 2023 #Delta #Delta Airlines #Digital Experiences #Entertainment #Free Wifi #Inflight Entertainment #Interviews

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robpegoraro · 1 year

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Weekly output: AT&T's 5G plans, TikTok's "Project Texas," JSX's Starlink WiFi, Mark Vena podcast, reproductive rights, AI writing

AUSTIN–This is my 10th trip here for SXSW, which means I have long since made my peace with the reality that I’m never going to get to all the panels that I’d like to watch. At least this conference now offers video on demand of panels, so I can catch up on what I missed in my nonexistent spare time. 3/7/2023: AT&T’s Mansfield touts midband 5G, but downplays standalone 5G, Light Reading I wrote…

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#abotion rights #AI #AI writing #AT&T 3.45 GHz 5G #AT&T 5G #AT&T C-band #Austin #data minimization #E145 #inflight WiFi #JSX #Mark Vena #Project Texas #reproductive rights #Starlink #sxsw #TikTok #TikTok Oracle #TikTok privacy

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gohoubi · 2 years

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Hey girlies, I’m on an eight hour flight with wifi (#blessed) so send me asks or drop rando shit into my inbox…I don’t have much else to do!! ❤️

#thank god for inflight wifi #all my homies love inflight wifi #gohoubi talks

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roanniom · 1 year

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the most persistent filthy thot i’ve been having lately is just being spit-roasted by steddie 😔

it’s the only thot in my head tbh

sorry issa

Cece. I’m DEAD. But also same.

Note: I wrote this - as if possessed - in an Uber, sitting in an airport, and then on a plane. I PAID FOR INFLIGHT WIFI TO FINISH THIS. Please enjoy and please comment or reblog with comments to tell me what you think ♥️

Come and Help

Steddie x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, PIV sex / unprotected sex, blow job / deep throating, threesome / spit roasting (lol), dirty dirty dirty talk

Eddie is fucking you from behind. You’re on your hands and knees on the bed, just getting absolutely railed. I’m talking everything jiggling, the sound of skin slapping wetly, his balls smacking into your clit every time he buries deep. You’re moaning so loud and Eddie chuckles behind you.

“You keep carrying on like that, Steve’s gonna hear you,” he warns. At the mention of your shared roommate, you clench down harder on his dick. It definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie, who hisses in response. “That what you want, Princess? Want Steve to hear you getting fucked open so good?”

You pant, dropping down to your elbows as you try to manage how overwhelmed the idea has made you. If you weren’t so far gone you’d deny it. But you’re gone. You’re lost in his words and his voice and how full he makes you feel so you nod.

“Y-yeah.”

Eddie laughs again, hands digging into the meat of your hips to slam you back on him harder this time.

“Yeah? That’s my slutty baby.” The dirty words are praise dripping from his mouth like honey, making you salivate. “Bet you’d want him to join us, huh?”

The moan you let out is pornographic and Eddie huffs in disbelief.

“Really? Want him to join us, Princess?”

“Want it, Eds,” you whimper pathetically. You’re past the point of self censorship. Eddie has teased you before about Steve, good naturedly pointing out how you fuck him with your eyes and flirt with him incessantly despite dating Eddie. You’ve teased Eddie back for getting turned on when Steve comes back from playing a pick up game of basketball, just a pair of tiny shorts, his shirt long since discarded, showing off his sweaty, hairy chest while gulping down water. You have both acknowledged your twisted shared attraction for your roommate, whispered through giggles in the dark of night. So Eddie bringing up Steve isn’t surprising.

But the next thing he says is.

“What if I told you that I talked to Steve and he wants to join us too?”

You stop breathing. That combined with the fact that Eddie brings his thrusting to a standstill makes everything feel like time has frozen.

You look over your shoulder back at Eddie to find him still clutching your hips. His chest heaves from the exertion of fucking you. A small smile on his lips.

“Want that pretty girl? Want Stevie to come and help me fuck you?”

You’re nodding emphatically before he finishes speaking.

“I…I want Steve to help you fuck me,” you reply softly. Shyness and shame swirl in your belly, exactly where Eddie had just been rearranging your guts. Eddie gives you a brilliant grin in response and slaps your ass lightly.

“I knew you would,” he says before cupping a hand over his mouth and calling out. “Harrington! Bring your dick in here!”

You cringe and laugh at Eddie’s choice of words and are surprised when the door immediately opens Steve walks in, a lopsided grin on his face.

“Took you guys long enough,” Steve huffs. Your eyes widen when you notice how massive his erection is in his sweatpants. He’d been outside the door listening.

“Had to get you a little worked up though, didn’t we?” Eddie hums. He pulls out of you slowly and you gasp at both the drag of his cock on the way out and at the sudden emptiness, crumpling a bit lower on the bed now that he’s no longer gripping your hips.

“I’m more than a little worked up, y’know?”

When you look back up you find Steve staring past you, his lips parted and jaw slightly slack. You glance over your shoulder to find Eddie up on his knees, stroking his cock which is wet with your slick. His other hand cups his balls and his gaze is hot and heavy. Watching Steve watch him.

Fuck.

You push up from the mattress then, rising up to your own knees for the first time since Eddie had first pushed you down and speared into you earlier. Steve’s eyes immediately fly to you. Taking in the thin tank top that’s skewed, almost fully exposing your breasts. You take the opportunity to strip it off, finally fully naked, and just as Steve’s eyes widen, you laugh and throw the garment at him. It lands draped over his fluffy head and obscuring his eyes, making him chuckle.

As he reaches to pull the tank top off his face, you turn and shuffle over to Eddie on your knees. You two make eye contact as your hands find him. Eddie’s eyes ask you silently - this still ok? You nod with a massive smile that makes him give you one of his own.

You wind your arms around his shoulders and begin kissing his neck, up to his sensitive ears. His hand speeds up on his cock, but he takes his other hand to squeeze one of your newly freed breasts appreciatively. You moan a little against his skin at the feeling.

“You guys are fucking hot,” Steve says suddenly, his voice hoarse. You both look back up at him and groan to find that he’s pulled his sweatpants down far enough to reveal his cock - massive and swollen and a needy pink - which he’s already fisting impatiently.

“So are you, big boy,” Eddie chuckles. You reach out a hand to Steve and Eddie continues. “But are gonna join us or are you just gonna watch? Because I have to start fucking someone again or I’m gonna bust.” Eddie bites your shoulder playfully when he says it and you notice Steve flush across his chest. He drops his sweatpants and boxers and clambers onto the bed, into your waiting arms.

It’s a flurry of motion at first. Almost like nobody knows who should touch who and where and how. You’re overwhelmed by the feeling of two sets of hands on you. Lips touch your neck and your back and your tits and your palms slide against hard planes of muscle and rounded edges and smooth skin.

Before you know it you’re sitting back on your heels with a hand on each of their hard cocks as they fight for dominance in the hottest kiss you’ve ever seen. Eddie’s tongue is in Steve’s mouth but his hand is in you, groping at every part he can reach. He settles on cupping your breast while Steve reaches out to grip your thigh.

It’s all so hot you can’t take it, but you still need more. When you swipe your thumbs over their weeping slits, the two men break away gasping.

“I want more,” you announce. Almost petulantly. It always works with Eddie, any kind of demands. He’s putty in your hands, so you’ve learned to ask for what you want. Eddie’s face crumbles in worry for a millisecond, afraid you feel like you’re being ignored, but you quirk the corner of your lip up to indicate that you’re definitely fine.

Steve’s the one to move forward first. He grabs you by the waist, pulling you into their bodies.

“Want us to focus on you, huh baby?” he asks.

“Yes please,” you say with a smile. Steve turns to Eddie with a grin.

“She always this cute at sweet?”

“No. She’s often a brat,” Eddie quips, giving your ass a quick slap. You preen as if he’d complimented you.

“And you love it,” you say, giving him a sloppy kiss. After a moment, Eddie pulls you from him by the back of the neck and pushes you towards Steve, encouraging you to kiss him the same way. You’re more than happy to oblige.

A little while later, you’re roused into awareness by the fact that Eddie’s started humping against your ass. You pull away from Steve, dazed, unaware of how much time has passed. You feel drunk, limp and pliable in their combined arms.

“I really meant it. If I don’t get to fuck someone soon, I’m gonna explode,” Eddie says impatiently. Your skin erupts in goosebumps as you imagine being filled by both of the men in front of you.

“I want…” you begin, but trail off. Uncharacteristically shy.

“What d’you want, baby?” Steve asks, rubbing a hand down your back soothingly. In contrast, Eddie slides his fingers into your soaked folds, playing with your aching clit. The sensation makes you buckle forward against Steve.

“I…want you both to fuck me.”

Eddie let’s out a dark groan while Steve inhales sharply.

“Yeah baby?” Eddie asks. His eyes flick to Steve who looks stricken with want. “How exactly do you want us to fuck you?”

You’re feeling positively nonverbal at this point, so you place a hand over Eddie’s big hand where it plays between your thighs and grab Steve’s hand to bring it to your mouth. When you begin sucking on his fingers, making pointed eye contact with him, his eyes almost roll back.

“Fuuuck, Princess. Yeah. Yeah we can do that.” Eddie grunts beside you.

The two men share a look above your head, agreeing on some unspoken logistic, and then they are springing into motion. Manhandling and maneuvering you the way they want.

Which is how you find yourself back where you started. On your hands and knees on the mattress. Feeling so full you could burst. But this time, as Eddie fucks into you from behind, Steve is feeding you his thick cock inch by inch into your waiting mouth.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Steve cries out when you swallow around him. Eddie barks out a laugh from behind you.

“She sucks cock like a champ, eh Harrington?”

“You’re fucking telling me. Shit!” Steve grasps at your hair, trying his best not to fuck forcefully into your throat, but moaning when you take him to the hilt all on your own.

Meanwhile Eddie’s back to his favorite thing in the world - gripping onto your hips and driving into your pussy like his life depends on it.

“So wet, Princess. You’re loving this, aren’t you? Stevie in your throat and me in your pussy?” Eddie says in his husky, sex-colored voice and you moan around Steve’s cock, making him curse. “Always such a good girl, but you know taking us both at the same time makes you bad, right?”

You spasm at that. Brought right up to the precipice just by his words alone. Eddie knows it, humming gleefully, and reaches down. On hand flat on the small of your back and the other winding around to find your clit.

“Princess like you wants to be bad?” he coos, swirling circles into your sensitive bud.

You’re practically seeing stars now. The feeling between your legs is so overwhelming and the feeling of Steve’s hard dick sliding in and out of your throat has tears streaming down your face. You scrabble for purchase, grabbing at Steve’s thigh and he places his hand over yours gripping you with all he’s worth.

“She might be bad, but she sure is sweet, Eds,” Steve coos. Steve wipes a thumb under your eye, sopping up the tears that have collected there, before sliding down to the spit leaking from the stretched corners of your mouth. “How does she taste?”

Eddie groans that the question.

“Check for yourself.” He lifts his hand away from your clit and you whine at the loss of stimulation, though you squeak and pipe down when he delivers a hearty slap to your ass. “Don’t you want Steve to taste you, bad girl?”

Eddie reaches over your body, offering his glistening fingers to Steve who leans forward and takes them in his mouth. His forward motion causes his cock to move forward too, settling deeper into your throat and making you gag. You breathe deeply through your nose to settle the urge, wanting to keep him as deep as possible for as long as possible, especially when you hear him start to moan.

“Holy…fuck,” Eddie mumbles, voice devastatingly low. Steve looks at him with half mast eyes as he sucks on Eddie’s fingers, his hands digging into your hair to help guide you steadily up and down his dick.

Eddie’s own dick twitches inside you as your walls begin to tighten, announcing your climax. Eddie’s fingers slip from Steve’s mouth and he trails them down the line of your back, leaving a trail of Steve’s saliva.

“You gonna cum, baby? This too much for you?”

You finally pull off of Steve’s cock with a shuddering gasp. You’re heaving, lungs desperate for the air you’ve deprived them, but as you watch Steve begin to fist his own cock in front of your face you salivate yet again.

Another spank delivered to your ass.

“I asked if you want to cum,” Eddie prompts you and you whimper.

“Yes yes please. I wanna cum. Can I cum, Eddie?” you ask, breathless.

Eddie locks eyes with Steve again over your body. Steve looks thoroughly fucked out, face, neck, and chest flushed, hair sticking up in every direction, sweat on his temples. His abdomen clenches and Eddie’s confident both of his lovers are as close as he is.

“Ask Stevie,” he says simply.

You’re completely out of it now. Cheek mashed into the sheets, lurching forward and back with each of Eddie’s thrusts, gazing up at Steve above you and watching him jerk himself off. You don’t hear Eddie’s question, so he spanks your ass again, this time on the other cheek. The sting is so good you wail, back arching and hips shimmying to push back into his next thrust.

“Ask Stevie for permission to cum,” Eddie commands.

You grip the sheets and look up at Steve, taking in his blissed out expression. The way his big hand moves punishingly up and down his shaft, the ruddy mushroom head of his cock almost disappearing in his grip with each upward tug. The pearl of precum collecting at the tip, making you want to swallow him whole yet again.

“C-can I cum, Stevie?” you ask. Practically sob. Steve’s face crumples in pleasure, so close to his own release and you beg. “Please!”

“Cum for us baby,” Steve says quietly, his free hand reaching to cup the cheek that you don’t have pressed into the mattress.

Eddie thrusts in all the way in that moment, filling you to the very top, hitting that spot that he knows you can’t resist. With his hand working your clit, and his voice muttering things like “that’s it baby” and “take it” and “come on, pretty girl,” you find yourself absolutely falling apart.

You cave in on yourself as the pressure overwhelms you. You want more and less at the same time and convulse, all of your muscles spasming at once. Your vision goes practically white as you reach the peak of your high and then you’re boneless, dropping to lie flat on your stomach, your knees no longer able to hold you up.

Eddie doesn’t mind one bit though because immediately he’s slipping out of you and turning you to flip onto your back. You lay there as Eddie shuffled up on his knees, pushing himself up between your spread legs. Stroking his cock with quick, hard pulls that you can hear because you’d soaked him with your cum.

You’re dizzy now from the heights you’d reached during orgasm, but you arch your back up from the bed luxuriously, opening your eyes to find Steve above you, his balls swinging over your face as he fucks himself with his fist in time to Eddie’s own strokes.

Eddie’s not sure where to look. Your still heaving breasts? Steve’s weeping cock in his unforgiving grip? He settles on both, eyes flying from one to the other as he reaches his climax. Steve does the same, enamored by the way Eddie touches himself with abandon and awed by the way your body melts and stretches in the aftershocks and afterglow of being fucked so well by the two of them.

Steve cums first. He groans gutturally and his hand speeds up on his cock as ropes of cum spurt out onto your chest. You gasp at the feeling and arch into it, both as a genuine reaction and then also a little for show to egg him on. The sight of Steve releasing, combined with an image he loves (cum on your tits) has Eddie cumming not long after.

“Holy fucking…Jesus fucking Christ,” Eddie groans as he spills hot, sticky cum all over your tummy. A little gets on your mound and you lift a lazy hand up to smear it a little, smiling up at him as he drops forward to look at your face.

“Feels good, Eds?” You coo. Having cum first, you’re the first recovered. You reach up with grabby hands and after catching his breath, Eddie chuckles and pulls you up into a sitting position.

You wind your arms around him, pressing you spend-sticky tits to his chest. Eddie drops a kiss to the top of your head, and you feel another one on your shoulder when Steve moves up to cocoon you in a hug from behind.

The three of you stay like that for a while, sticky, sweaty, and satisfied. Wrapped up in each other’s arms, lips pressed to any skin that can be reached.

Then Eddie lifts his head and smiles ruefully at Steve.

“Thanks for coming and helping. As you can see, she’s a handful.” As he says handful, Eddie squeezes a good handful of your breast, making you squeak and swat at him.

“Hey!” you protest without any bite, grin big on your face. You melt however when Steve palms the other one, more gently, lightly playing with your nipple. You practically slide back down into his chest, muscles jelly, lust sated but still burning like a content ember in your belly. In spite of Eddie’s teasing words you look at him with love and grasp his hand tightly.

Steve smiles down at you and then up at Eddie.

“Anytime.”

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#issa’s writing travel day #steddie x fem!reader #steddie smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut

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vintagepascal · 1 year

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alfajores

AN - the poll I put up the other day won out with fluffy pedro/reader and I'm working on a request I got for it but it's taking me a hot sec, so have this one that I already have written to hold you over :) hope you enjoy!

word count - 2,900+

rating - teen

content warnings - no warnings, just fluff!

summary - you decide to surprise pedro for his birthday on set with some help from bella (ao3 link if you prefer, it's titled pedrito over there :) )

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you worry too much

You hit send, tucking your phone quickly between your thighs as you tried to relax, eyes trained on the window outside as the plane started to pull back from the jetbridge. You were never much of a liar, but you hoped desperately that you could pull this one off somehow.

Your phone buzzed. A text from Pedro, no doubt.

Mi amor, that’ll be four shifts this week. You need a break :(

You couldn’t help the smile that it brought to your face, knowing that he had no idea that you’d be seeing him so soon.

I’ll survive. Busy is good. Now go film some cool shit, tell Bella I said hi. I’ll text when I can. I love you

Love you more. and no hi for Bella, they ate all my bday cookies.

You chuckled to yourself and quickly clicked your phone over to airplane mode. You’d paid for the inflight wifi so he wouldn’t suspect anything if he happened to have enough breaks in filming to text you - he was a worrier at heart, especially when it came to those he loved, and an undelivered text would be enough to put him into a panic.

With everything set into motion, you settled back into your seat and reviewed the plan.

You’d had it in the works for a month. All behind the scenes of course, but you’d gotten everyone in on it that you could. Neil, Craig, Bella, Gabriel - anyone who would be around set. The filming schedule was insane, but you knew that they’d want Pedro’s birthday to be special, especially since he wasn’t able to come home and spend it with you.

In the years that you’d been dating, you had learned he loved a good surprise, though he would never admit it. And even more so, he would never, ever , let anyone make a big deal out of things for him. Even if he played it off for the press about loving the attention, when it came to those close to him he would much rather celebrate those around him than be the one in the spotlight.

It was no surprise that they were one hundred percent on board with throwing a bit of a surprise party, with you being the main surprise. The next part of the plan was simple - getting a few days off work had been easy enough, considering Pedro had insisted that you went part time and only worked when you wanted to once he landed another job. It was a luxury that you allowed, considering it meant you got to spend so much more time with him when he was off filming, and even go on the occasional press tour with him.

Once the flight was booked and everything else had been arranged, the hard part came - keeping the love of your life in the dark. Pedro was the type of person that you wanted to tell everything to. From the simple things, like the dog in the rain boots that you’d seen on 2nd avenue that morning, to how much you wished you could be together all the time - any thought you had flowed off your tongue so easily to him. He was your safe space, and you were his, which was a cornerstone of your relationship from day one.

Thank god you’d only finalized your plan a few weeks ago, or you weren’t sure you would have made it.

As a cover up, you found a highly rated South American bakery in Vancouver to send some of his favorite cookies and sweets to set, just like the ones his mom used to make when he was young. You sent some flowers too - hydrangeas, spray roses, gerberas - something to warm up the cold Vancouver set he’d been dealing with. He’d called you that morning from hair and makeup, so grateful and excited. You’d promised him there was more to come when you could see him in person, which he thought was in three long weeks when there was a small break in scheduling for something Bella needed to do back in London. That seemed to be enough of a birthday present from afar to satisfy him.

You hoped he was still in the dark as you watched the small plane flit across your screen, taking you mile by mile closer to him.

It was a long flight from New York to Vancouver. You spent the majority of the time doing something you didn’t get to do often on flights - watch something Pedro was in. Majority of the time, if you were on a long haul, Pedro was right beside you and in his true almost 50 year old fashion, he’d break out his headphone splitter and want to watch something with you. You’d only recently got him to agree to airpods. Obviously, that meant anything he had been in was off limits, so you took the rare chance to go back and watch Narcos - you were only in season two, and you were loving how much screen time Pena was getting.

It made you smile hearing Pedro getting to show off in both Spanish and English - he’d taught you quite a bit in your relationship, and you caught quite a few words throughout the episodes that you recognized, though most of the time you were too busy watching him to pay much attention to anything else. God, you would never understand how you’d gotten so lucky.

Halfway through an episode, a text popped up on your phone.

This is gonna be so good dude, he is proper clueless.

You laughed as you read it in Bella’s voice. A picture came through next of them holding a small cookie and running away, with a blur that you assumed was Pedro in the back.

Also, pls send more alfajores before he kills me

By the looks of the photo, they were shooting outside of the city still, which was what you had planned for. Pedro had begun a habit of sending you a picture each morning of the set for the day, a way of keeping you involved from afar. It seemed to be the same beautiful landscape as earlier - you hoped he had been having a good day so far.

The rest of the flight went off without a hitch. You texted Pedro once, feigning that you were on break at work, unsurprised that he wasn’t able to answer right away, as you knew he was busy.

The excitement really started to set in when you touched down in Vancouver. You shot a text to Craig once you landed - it was 7pm local time, and you had about an hour and a half drive to get to set. To your surprise, the crew had insisted that you got the celebrity treatment by association, and had sent you a driver who met you outside of the airport and immediately got you on your way.

You made small talk with her until the first and only hiccup of the plan appeared - Pedro’s face popped up on your phone, an adorable picture of him from last summer on your vacation to Hawaii - an incoming facetime call. Of course. He usually called you in the evenings, but it wasn’t always a facetime. As much as it killed you, you let it ring through, waiting about five minutes until you returned it with a regular call.

“Hi mi amor , everything okay? You off work?” He picked up on the first ring.

“Yeah yeah, I’m good! I’ve got a headache so I took a shower and got straight in bed, sorry I didn’t pick up.” It felt so wrong to lie, but you knew it would pay off.

“Oh no cariño, did you take some medicine? Did the shower help? There’s some of that tea I made you last time in the cabinet still, in the purple box.”

“I’m fine love, just need some sleep is all. Guess it’s a good thing I’m not there to put a damper on your birthday fun,” you teased, grinning to yourself. Your driver let out a tiny chuckle that you caught in the rearview mirror.

“Wish you were here, headache or no headache,” he sighed. “I miss you.”

“Miss you more.”

“ Mentiras. ” He said. “Lies,” he translated when you didn’t contradict him. “I won’t keep you, just wanted to see your pretty face. We can talk in the morning when you feel better, okay? Call me if you need me. I love you.”

“I love you too. Happy birthday Pedro, I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Bye amor.”

You hung up, letting your head rest back and your heart flutter as the city began to fade away behind you.

One hour later, and you were frantically texting with Bella, attempting to find the best way to surprise Pedro as you arrived on set.

Have your driver drop you off by my trailer, and I’ll sneak you into production stage. Meet you there in five.

You relayed the message and sure enough, Bella came scurrying around the corner, practically tackling you in a hug once they found you. You’d met them the first time you came to set with Pedro, back in the beginning stages of production during some team bonding time, and you knew how important their relationship was to the both of them.

“Do you think he has any idea that I’m here?” You asked, following Bella as they led you around the back of a large temporary structure that you assumed was production stage.

“Not a single fucking clue. Craig and I have been playing it off all day long, talking about how fun it would be if you were here,” Bella grinned. “I think Neil is bringing out a cake, c’mon, we gotta hurry. He’s probably in his chair, just hang back and sneak up behind him.”

As you rounded the corner, you heard the hum of voices inside and noticed the chairs. Bella gave you a quick thumbs up and hurried around so they didn’t draw any attention to you, coming in from a different angle and taking their chair next to Pedro. You spotted Neil first, walking very carefully with a large chocolate cake alit with candles in the general direction of the chairs.

Crew began to gather around and you swung to the right so you could blend in but still see Pedro’s face as he realized what was happening. They all began to sing and you watched the adorable blush spread across his cheeks. Bella was filming beside him as he smiled and blew out his candles to the applause of all of the cast and crew - it warmed your heart to see so many people celebrating the man you loved.

They took the cake to a nearby table and began to cut it, passing Pedro his piece first. In all the noise, you seized your opportunity to sneak up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing gently.

“Can I have a bite?”

His eyes blew wide as he craned his neck to try and see who was behind him. You leaned back to help him out, laughing at the pure shock on his face.

“What!? What the fuck are you doing here!? You’re in New York!” He discarded his cake to the side, roughly pushing his chair out of the way to get to you as he stood up all in one move, wrapping you up in his arms. You could vaguely hear applause somewhere behind you but you didn’t care. It felt too good to be in his arms after so many weeks, your brain didn’t have much space to process anything else.

When he finally loosened up it was only to kiss you softly twice on the lips, then once on the forehead before he leaned back and grinned at you.

“You sneaky little thing.”

“Guess I’m not in New York,” you teased, popping up on your tiptoes to kiss him one more time before you disentangled from him, leaning over to give Bella a fist bump.

“Oh you knew about this? Huh?” Pedro asked.

“Of course I knew about it, I’ve known for a month man!” Bella grinned.

“Oh you see if you make it through a single take tomorrow kid,” he threatened, but they were both laughing.

“Actually, as a birthday gift, tomorrow is a rest day. Everybody can thank Y/N for that one!” Craig announced, which was met with whooping and cheers from everyone, with a few yells of your name. Pedro pulled you up against his side.

“I assume that means you’re spending the night then, eh?”

“Nah, figured I’d just pop in for five minutes and then catch the next flight out,” you grinned, rolling your eyes at him. “I’m here for three days, two nights.”

“Not long enough. Never long enough, but I’ll take what I can get,” Pedro sighed, kissing your hair. “Now get some cake so we can go home.”

Home in Vancouver was a nice apartment that Pedro was renting downtown. After cake was had, final birthday wishes were given and hugs were distributed, Pedro changed back into his own clothes and led you to his rental - an Audi, of course. He opened the passenger door for you and climbed into the driver’s seat, holding your hand as he sped off of set and back towards the city.

It didn’t matter that you had just done this drive - he held the back of your hand up to his lips, pressing soft kisses there as he drove down the highway and you couldn’t have been more content.

“I cannot believe you’re here right now. I thought I wasn’t going to see you for weeks,” he said, shaking his head. He hadn’t stopped smiling since you had appeared behind him.

“I couldn’t leave you alone on your birthday,” you sighed, leaning over and resting your head on his shoulder. It was late New York time, and the adrenaline of the day was beginning to wear off now that you were with your man.

“You can sleep cariño, I’ll wake you up when we get there,” he murmured to you.

“No, no I'm okay,” you reassured him, but it was already garbled.

The next thing you felt were soft lips on your forehead.

“We’re here mi amor. C’mon, let's get you upstairs.”

He helped you out of the car, the lobby lights of the building helping to wake you up a bit as you made it to the elevator. The driver from earlier had put your suitcase in Pedro’s car, and he managed it with ease as well. You stayed tucked up to his side as you headed up to the top floor. He unlocked the door easily, keeping one arm wrapped around you even as you walked through the door, rolling your suitcase into the corner. He kicked off his boots and tossed his keys somewhere, and then he was scooping you up, making you squeal a bit when your feet left the floor.

“God you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you being here lately. I’ve missed you like crazy baby.” He carried you down the hallway and into the kitchen, sitting you down onto the counter. Without asking, he turned and made you a glass of ice water. “Drink. You’ve been on a plane all day.”

You listened to him, grateful for the cool liquid on your dry throat.

“I need to go get all this makeup off, but I’ll be ready for bed in five minutes. Meet you there?”

“I could go with you,” you offered, but your words were garbled by the long yawn that immediately followed. Pedro chuckled, kissing your nose.

“I don’t think I can hold you upright and wash all this grime off at the same time love. Go climb in bed. Stay awake for me, I’ll be there in just a minute,” he instructed, taking you by the hips and placing you on your feet. He didn’t let go until he was sure you were steady, and then he disappeared to the bathroom.

You didn’t even bother going for your suitcase. Instead, you moved to your boyfriend’s drawers, finding his old Lakers shirt. It smelled so much like him that it made you smile as you stripped out of everything but your underwear and pulled it on.

You climbed into bed, making yourself sit up so you wouldn’t fall back asleep as you listened to the water run in the bathroom, then turn off. Pedro was humming a song as he got ready, and you couldn’t help but grin when he emerged only a few minutes later in just his boxers, hair damp and a matching smile on his face.

He wasted no time in climbing into bed next to you, immediately reaching over and pulling you right up against him. His hands splayed out underneath your shirt, finding skin as he sighed, pressing his nose up to your neck and breathing you in.

“Ahh, mi deseo,” he breathed.

“Translate,” you whispered, eyes closed as you melted into him, trying to get your skin onto his everywhere that you could. It lit a familiar fire in you that began to burn deep.

“My wish,” he said. “I wished for you. Today, but also for so long.”

“I’m here. Right here,” you breathed, hands slotting into his hair. His fingers found purchase against your hips, pulling you over and on top of him.

“Happy birthday Pedrito.”

“Happy birthday to me,” he grinned, and got to work.

#my writing #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal writing #pedro pascal fluff #:)#hope you enjoy! my next one has some angst thrown in hehe #and im still working on my javi p one I just have the worst writers block of all time apparently lol #sorry the gif is shitty I threw it together in literally 5 minutes haha

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