Hate run, love speed (Pedro Pascal x racing driver f!reader) part 2/?
Pedro Pascal x racing driver f!reader
Summary: You accidentally pick up a hitchhiker who turns out to be Pedro. You hear from him that he’s not a fan of racing and thinks drivers don’t do much… Then he finds out you’re a rally driver.
Warnings: swearing, small angst, mention of risk of accident and death,abuse from men (but not Pedro!) …
A/N: I’m not an expert on car racing and rally drivers, but I’ve always dreamed of becoming one. So please don’t take anything I write about racing and cars seriously. English is not my native language so I apologize for any mistakes. This is my first xreader so… I’m dying here.
Ok, I decided to show the beginning of the story from Pedro's perspective. I hope it's ok ;)
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Pedro was having a bad day. It rarely happened to him, but when he had, everything went wrong. It started with him forgetting to set his alarm the night before. As a result, he woke up too late and didn't have time to quietly drink his coffee. So he decided to drink it while driving.
Bad idea.
When the car in front of him braked sharply, Pedro had to do the same and coffee spilled on his white shirt.
"Joder!" was his only reaction.
He didn't have time back to home to get a new shirt and all he had left in the car was a purple T-shirt. He shrugged and pulled over to the side of the road to change.
At the racetrack, he was supposed to meet people who were going to hire him to advertise their brand of cars.
In fact, everything was already settled, so he stated that his appearance is unlikely to influence their decision to hire him.
But when he tried to restart his car, the engine wouldn't budge.
"What's the heck?"
He tried again and again...
"Don't do this to me," he groaned to himself.
The outfit might not have disqualified him, but absence certainly would have. He pulled out his phone to call Uber and roadside assistance, but the screen was blank.
Yep, he forgot to plug the phone into the charger this morning.
For a moment he just sat in the car shaking his head in disbelief. Could it be worse?
He decided not to give up and try to hitchhike.
Easier said than done.
Of course, it must have started to rain, and the cars drove past it and didn't even slow down. He was starting to really lose hope when it was you who decided to help him.
He felt like jumping for joy, and when he was inside and saw you, he started thinking that his day was starting to get better. Your smile and slight embarrassment seemed so cute to him. And of course he noticed your Grogu keychain. But he decided not to tease you about it. He was glad you were trying to hold a little conversation, and to be honest, he wasn't thinking much when answering your question about motor racing.
He immediately noticed the tension on your face as your phone rang. When he heard that guy (Ben) scream, he wanted to punch him. How could someone yell at someone as nice as you?
He felt remorse when he heard you were late, and yet you stopped to help him. And then....
"Why do I need a driver who drives around the city and not on the racetrack?"
No, no, no... Why did his day have to be a nightmare? He just insulted you moments ago. You were so nice to him. You were sweet. You were beautiful. And you were probably his fan, and he must have screwed it up.
He blurted out an apology, and even after you answered him in a funny way, he felt bad. He felt even worse when you jumped out of the car and said you had to run.
He wanted to ask for your phone number and invite you for coffee as an apology, and all he could do was yell, "Good luck in the race!"
It was a really bad day. With a heavy heart, he made his way to the VIP box, where his agent and two representatives of the car brand he was supposed to advertise were waiting for him.
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You ran into your team's box like crazy. You immediately grabbed your racing suit and started changing. You tried to ignore the presence of mechanics, helpers and Ben. It's not the first time they've seen you in your underwear.
Robert one of the helpers handed you your white helmet with a rainbow flag and smiled at you to reassure you.
"Thanks," you murmured.
Ben gave you an appraising look as usual. You knew he didn't like it when you showed your LGBTQ+ support so openly, but you didn't care.
When you were ready you realized that your car had already left. You looked questioningly at Ben.
"I didn't think the princess would come, so I told Frank to take place at the start."
"Fuck you," you growled and ran towards the cars.
Of course Ben chose Frank as yours substitute, his nephew. Frank, however, was nothing like his uncle, and he didn't want to get you out of racing. The truth was that the boy was too insecure and nervous too quickly. So as soon as you ran to the car door he jumped out and shouted:
"Y/N how good that you made it!”
The judge ran up to you and asked:
"Youre switching places?"
You both nodded your heads.
"You have three minutes to warm up the engine," he said.
Frank slapped you on the shoulder and stepped away.
As you took the driver's seat and grabbed the steering wheel, you felt a rush of joy. You hit the accelerator and the engine roared furiously.
"Hi Javier" you said with a smile.
Yes, you named your car: Javier. Your dad always told you that cars have soul. According to him, each car had its own character and you believed it. That's why you named your sports car Javier Peña. First of all, this car attracted women like a magnet. It was a good car. Fast, durable, agile but... he was also stubborn. You had to be sensitive to pressing the accelerator and brake pedals. And he drank a lot... Fuel, of course. Not whiskey.
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Pedro walked quickly over to his agent and greeted him. Joe glanced at him.
"Don't ask, please. Bad day," he said grabbing his purple t-shirt.
"Ok. I'll introduce you."
They approached the two men who were staring intently at the race track.
"This is Henry Jones and Tom Miles. Henry, Tom, meet Pedro Pascal."
Pedro shook their hands and said:
"Sorry for being late. My car broke down."
Tom waved his hand and Henry asked:
"I hope you don't have car from our company."
"No."
"Whew, lucky. It would be an awkward start to a collaboration."
Tom suddenly shouted:
"It's Y/N! She made it. Fortunately. This Ben's boy is not fit to drive."
Pedro's heart started to beat faster when he heard a familiar name. Was it possible? Could the same people who were supposed to hire him be your sponsors? As if that wasn't enough Tom said:
"We want her to star with you in a series of our commercials."
"Ooh... Great."
He didn't know what else to say. Instead, Henry spoke up:
"She doesn't know it yet, but we'll try to convince her. I hope it won't be a problem for you, to work with her. You'll probably need to train her a bit."
"No problem," he replied a little too enthusiastically.
"Cool. We'll get to know you soon with her. We'll let you know and now let's enjoy the race."
Pedro had never followed any races so attentively before.
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You managed to take fourth place. It wasn't a podium, but thanks to that you scored more points in the overall ranking. You still had a good chance to be on the podium at the end of the season.
After the game, you approached your fans. You signed autographs and took pictures with fans. As usual, there was a bit of chaos. You spoke to some drivers you liked. Then you went to the mechanics and exchanged your views on "Javier's" condition with them. You asked them to check the suspension and brakes.
Before you knew it, the stands were empty and you were very tired and hungry. All you wanted was to go home.
Before you left, however, Ben grabbed your arm too hard and growled:
"Test drives are tomorrow at 8am. Do not be late."
"Okay," you groaned.
Your tone of voice annoyed him.
"What do you mean? Don't you want to drive? Ten better guys will take your place."
"Tell that to our sponsors who brag about having a female driver," you growled.
You didn't understand Ben.
Your sponsors were pleased with you.
Your fans were happy.
Teammates were happy.
But not Ben. He always made sure you felt like shit.
"They'll get bored of you eventually. You are just their mascot to increase the prestige of the company, because they support sex equality."
You yanked yourself out of his grip and walked briskly to the parking lot. You felt tears forming in your eyes, but you held them back.
You got in your car and patted the steering wheel.
"Hey Mando. Have you been waiting long? It's time to go home."
Yes, you've been talking to cars. Especially when you were nervous. And yes, you named your private car Mando. Because it was silver, durable and reliable.
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It took you almost an hour to get home. When you entered your apartment you were hungry, tired and needed a shower.
You grabbed a quick bite to eat, showered, and changed into your pajamas. You poured yourself a glass of wine, plopped down on the couch with a sigh of relief, and turned on Netflix. You almost blindly chose a series from your favorites list. When the familiar opening credits from Narcos appeared on the screen, you almost jumped.
Pedro!!! How could you forget?! That you met Pedro Pascal!!!
You quickly grabbed your phone and called your best friend.
"Y/BF/N you won't believe what happened?!"
You heard laughter on the other end.
"I know, you took fourth place. Congratulations!
"No," you groaned.
"NO?" Your friend was clearly surprised.
"Yes... But that's not what happened. I met Pedro Pascal. Live! He was in my fucking car!"
"In Javier?!"
"Nooo... In Mando."
You told her the whole story.
"Damn, too bad he doesn't like racing," said your friend.
"Yeah... It's a pity. But it was fun anyway. I'll never see him again, but I'm glad anyway. And now I have to lie down. I'm exhausted."
After you hung up, you put the Narcos episode back on and fell asleep on the couch.
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A/N Yes, Reader meet again Pedro in next part :)
Part 1: https://lionlena.tumblr.com/post/716871370125066240/hate-run-love-speed-pedro-pascal-x-racing-driver
Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/lionlena/717304571109736448/hate-run-love-speed-pedro-pascal-x-racing-driver?source=share
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I'd love more fics where someone asks the clones if they identify as Mandos or something and the clones all go "No, those poeple SUCK, who would ever willingly be a Mandalorian??? All they do is kill each other and destroy their own planet. Even the supposedly peaceful ones are arrogant assholes. I'd literally choose to be anything else before I'd ever choose to be a Mandalorian."
More fics where the clones have spent so much time forced to be at war and enough time connecting with the Jedi that even the CONCEPT of being a Mandalorian sounds like a fucking NIGHTMARE to them. Imagine WANTING to be like the people whose whole core culture is about going to war and hating the Jedi? The clones can't relate.
More fics where the clones just AVOID Mando culture entirely. They don't speak the language because they just have zero interest in it, none of them like the taste of Mando food very much, and none of the little Mando traditions seem that interesting or compelling.
A clone sleeps with a sex worker one night and she tries to be seductive by using a Mando endearment she knows and it's an immediate turn off for the clone.
More fics where giving armor to each other isn't this huge meaningful thing. Armor gets lost and damaged all the time, so even if they gave it to someone as a gift, the chances that it would last very long are pretty minimal. The paint designs are meaningful as one of the few ways they distinguish themselves from each other, but it's not more meaningful than their hair choices or tattoos. They don't technically OWN the armor, but their hair and skin is attached to them, which actually makes armor LESS meaningful than hair choices or tattoos. They certainly don't try to marry each other with armor, armor is the most meaningless gift to give someone else. Giving armor to someone is a practical act, not a romantic gesture.
More fics where clones just... AREN'T MANDOS AT ALL. They're CLONES, they're their own distinct thing with their own distinct experiences that would coalesce into their own distinct traditions and cultures.
And more fics where the clones are actually influenced more by JEDI culture than they are by Mando culture because ffs there is not a single Mando character in canon who gave a flying shit about the clones or ever spent a single ounce of time with them, but there were THOUSANDS of Jedi living and fighting and dying with the clones for THREE YEARS STRAIGHT. There is NO culture they'd be more exposed to in a positive way than Jedi culture, and it is honestly criminally underexplored as an influence on clone culture in fics. Where are the clones exploring non-attachment as a concept and realizing that most of them ALSO have no real interest in marriage or kids? Where are the clones studying Jedi philosophies and finding a lot of comfort in them and passing them along to other clones and Jedi philosophies and sayings end up becoming really common among the clones? Where are fics where the clones become some of the most accepting and tolerant people specifically because they learned that from the Jedi?
The clones deserve to be more like the Jedi and deserve so much better than to end up Mandos. I cannot think of a worse fate for the clones, and they've already been through a lot of bullshit.
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