#pedro pascal x musician!reader

[joels-shitty-puns]

The Key To Your Heart - Track 4

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Gif by:@sh214

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

*! New warnings will be listed first !*

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: ~2.3K

Series List: Here!

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Hi there! To those of you who have read and are still with me, THANK YOU! I love you all. I'm sorry that my chapters are taking longer and longer. Work has been a bit more hectic lately and I also just had some serious writer's block with this chapter. That being said, it feels a little rough and I apologize if its awful lol. But either way, thanks for hanging in there with me and please let me know what you think! Your comments make me happy!

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You groaned, stepping out of bed and drifting towards the bathroom. Your face was sticky and your eyes stung from crying late into the night. It was silly, naive, and frankly stupid… but sometimes you can't control how hard emotions hit. Seeing that Pedro didn't actually watch your video was a let down - to put it mildly. Obviously he's a popular guy. A star. He has better things to do.

You should be grateful he even responded to your Instagram message before. Even though it hurts, surely he has more interesting things to do than message someone like you. Just because you wrote a song and he said he liked it doesn't mean he owes you anything more.

So after a fitful night's sleep, you were utterly exhausted; physically, mentally, and emotionally. Luckily, it was still your weekend and you could rest today. 

More like spend the day wallowing in your self pity… you think, disdainfully at yourself.

Looking in the mirror, you notice your puffy eyes. There's some new acne, and a mop of frizzy hair on your head. After using the toilet, you step on your bathroom scale before your shower; a morning routine you started during years of dieting. Another 3 pounds. Up again?!

You look in the mirror, pinching your stomach with a sigh. I guess I shouldn't have had those cookies yesterday…

The food guilt creeps up as you think of the goodies you've eaten recently. Cookies yesterday, fast food the day before. You were bitter that you weren't one of those people that could just magically eat whatever they wanted without gaining an ounce. 

But you aren't, and you should know better. 

Frustrated with your appearance, you begin your usual internal debate about how to fix it.

Maybe I should go back on the diet…

But the diet caused you so many problems. Remember the stomach issues? The hunger? The lack of joy? Binge eating on cheat days until you were sick?

But! I lost so much weight!

Yeah, until you started gaining weight…

Maybe I didn't cut enough. People said I looked so good. I was *almost* skinny.

Maybe people would like me more if I was skinny… Maybe Pedro would like me if I were skinny. There's no way he would be with me looking like this.

These were the debates that plagued you for months… years… a lifetime.

You showered, tears beginning to flow again as you tried to push out the thoughts. He was probably just busy, but either way you knew you didn't have a chance. 

Your friends were right. You were an obsessed fan. It was… concerning, as they said. They pitied you when you felt sad about your feelings. Just find someone you actually have a chance with, they pushed. Someone real.

But... he did message you. Maybe he didn't even know you had an interview yesterday? Maybe he watched it later. You were being utterly ridiculous. It didn't matter anyway.

But what you didn't know was that Pedro felt just as disappointed. He wanted to be the one on your list. The one you loved. He went to bed just as mopey as you did and woke up just the same.

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Having washed away your bad feelings as best as you could, you gave Skipper a kiss on his little forehead and made some coffee while scrolling Instagram. You were nervous to see what people had to say about your interview, but you had to face the music eventually.

As you could have predicted, people were running through the potential suspects (or prospects, that is) who have brown curly hair and brown eyes. Some supported you and loved your interview. Others criticized you for being too chicken to show yourself. 

You weren't used to this level of attention, and you really weren't sure you enjoyed it. But you were grateful to have your two lives kept separate, your true persona still shaded in privacy.

What you did not predict, was a notification popping up from Pedro, interrupting your scrolling. Forgetting to breathe, you immediately clicked on it. If the message were food from the oven, you would've burnt your hand the way you grabbed it so fast. 

Perhaps I should've been a little more chill about opening this so quickly... Oh well.

Pedro Pascal messaged you: "Hey! I watched your interview yesterday. You did fantastic. I know fame is new to you and you're nervous, but you're a natural."

Your heart swelled. He did watch it!! He must have just been busy during the live stream.

You replied: "Pedro! You watched it!?! Thank you so much. That really means a lot to me."

Pedro read your message immediately, but instead of sharing in your level of excitement, he was hit with a wave of confusion instead. She must just be trying to not hurt my feelings. She already knows I watched it.. unless she didn't even notice my name. Or she didn't care enough to look for it…?

He decided to play along with it anyway. "Absolutely, I did. I've had it marked on my calendar since the day it was announced a couple days ago and watched it as it was streamed live."

His response took you by surprise, and then made you angry. If he really watched it, he would know that they gave you a list of the people who watched it live. Why was he lying to you about it?

You started to plan out your response, maybe even send an accusatory comeback, but then you thought about it again.

Why would he lie about it? What would he gain by lying? He messaged you.

With this in mind, you instead chose to take a different approach. One better designed for fishing. One you had to be very careful about, so as not to reveal the fact that you looked for his name.

"Wait!? You watched it live? I didn't see you on the list. You're one of the few people I've spoken to who actually seem genuinely friendly and interested in having a conversation with me. I had sort of hoped you were listening."

There. That doesn't sound too revealing, right? Totally friendly…

Pedro opened your message and was met with both confusion, and something else he wasn't expecting. Hope. Did you look for his name??

Still, he wanted to address the confusion. "You didn't see me on the list? That's odd.. but I'm sure there were a lot of names to scan through. Maybe my name was just buried in that list."

You knew it wasn't buried. He was the only name you looked for. The only name you cared about seeing on that list, not that you'd admit that to him right now. But you also didn't want him to feel that insignificant either.

"There were a lot of names, I'll give you that. But I swear you weren't there. Were you logged into your account? Maybe your Internet crashed, or you missed part of it?"

Instantly he remembered the ten or so minutes that Oscar interrupted him. 

Oscar!

"Oh shit! That's it. Oscar barged into my house while I was watching it and I slammed my laptop closed."

"Oscar… Isaac? Wait, why did you slam your laptop closed?"

"Yeah, that's the one. And… I don't know. He just surprised me, I guess. It wasn't a planned visit."

Slamming your laptop closed is an odd reaction to your friend visiting, but okay, you thought.

"So you closed your laptop, and missed a few minutes. And that must have been the moment they pulled the list of viewers."

Pedro replied. "It must have. But I was there, more than happy to listen to what you had to say"

If my name had been on the list, would her answer have been different? When asked whether the man she loved was on the list and she said no, would my name have changed anything? Pedro wanted to ask you these questions. But he couldn't. Not only was he scared, but he also didn't want it to come off as some douchey comment that made you uncomfortable. He wanted to get to know you better, even if just as a friend, and he wouldn't let a silly little crush ruin that.

You sent a response that could be deemed as friendly or neutral, still cautious. "Thank you Pedro. I'm really glad you watched it."

He replied without hesitancy. "Of course. But, I am sorry that your guy wasn't on that list."

He sounds genuine. Not like he's fishing for information like everyone else on the internet. In turn, you decide to be playful with your response. Risky, but still not too revealing. "It's okay. It turns out that list wasn't as accurate as I once thought it was" you typed with a smirk.

"So maybe he was watching after all," Pedro answered.

"Maybe he was."

Pedro soon changed the subject, "I did enjoy hearing about your favorite things, though. You may know this already, but I love movies. Some of the ones you mentioned are a couple of my favorites as well. But as for your favorite books, I haven't read them, but I've been meaning to find a new book to read."

The fact that he was a reader made your heart flutter; the thought of him sitting with a book, his glasses perched on his nose, brow furrowed as he stroked his thumb over his lip in deep concentration. You were overjoyed at the thought of him reading *your* favorite book and potentially having someone to talk to about it. Before you knew it, you had frantically sent multiple excited messages.

You: "Oh! If you read any of my favorite books we HAVE to talk about them!"

Second message: "AGH the first book I mentioned is my favorite, out of all of them. The ending blew my mind. And the characters were just so amazing! Well except for that one guy.. but I won't spoil that…"

Third message: "But my favorite character has the greatest lines!!! Sometimes I like to quote it but nobody else gets it. And the way the author describes the settings is so magical, it makes you want to be there."

Pedro caught himself smiling at his phone, wrapped up in your excitement, as you were finally able to talk to someone about your favorite book. It was adorable how happy you seemed.

He started to type a reply when you sent another message. "Shoot… I'm sorry. I got a little too carried away…"

"Who told you that?"

Huh?

"Who told me what?" You asked.

"Who made you feel like you had to stop talking when you became excited about your interests?"

His question took you aback, but your mind struggled to pinpoint the answer to it. There's been so many people that have told you that over the years. People you assumed were friends. An old crush who didn't like multiple text messages at once. Classmates who would complain or make fun. It was routine.

"Oh. It's not a big deal. It's just something I've heard over the years. But I also know how I get and I don't want to be too much. I'm sorry. I don't want to monopolize the conversation too much either. But hey, you didn't mention, what are your favorite books?" You tried to change the topic.

Pedro felt that protective feeling bubble up in his chest again.

"Over the years!? There have been multiple occasions?" Pedro shook his head, even though you couldn't see through the text. "I'm sorry anyone ever made you feel that way or said anything to imply that your interests weren't worthy of being heard. Fuck them. They should be thankful that you shared your interests."

They should be grateful to hear your beautiful voice get so excited. To get to see your excitement and smile, Pedro thought to himself angrily. He hoped he could someday witness you getting excited over your interests in person too.

"Thank you Pedro. But really, it's okay. I know I get a little… obsessive and crazy, especially with sending multiple texts, so I don't blame them. Haha. :)" you tried to soften the mood.

"I don't want you to ever feel that way with me. I liked hearing you talk about your interests."

You began to type, but Pedro beat you to the punch.

"In fact… if you'd like to talk more," he gave you his phone number. "Feel free to text me, or you can call me too. I like talking on the phone, but I know not everyone does."

Holy shit. Is this real life? Did Pedro Pascal just give me his phone number? And ask me to call him?

Truthfully, your introverted self really didn't like talking on the phone. But the idea of talking to Pedro, hearing his voice on the other end of your phone was too much to handle.

What you didn't realize, was that Pedro wanted it just as bad.

Your fingers danced over your phone keyboard, trying to find the right words for a reply. What do you say when the love of your life (that you didn't think you would ever have a chance with) gives you his phone number?

Pedro watched anxiously as the three dot-dot-dots of typing appeared and disappeared over and over. His heart was racing, and he began to worry he may have overstepped this time. 

Why did you give her your number? She's going to think you like her!!! 

But you do like her, you idiot, Pedro berated himself.

He ran his hand down his face, waiting for your response in agonizing suspense. But instead of hearing the pop of a notification, his phone began to ring instead, an unknown number displayed on the home screen.

Wait… is that her? Is she CALLING me?!

He answered frantically, practically dropping his phone in the process. 

"Hello?"

"Hello? Pedro? It's me.."

You heard him give a breathless laugh before answering with a gentle "Hi."

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[mrsmandalorian]

nonsense

-- pedro x singer!f!reader one shot

summary: a surprise visitor at your first-ever coachella performance!

second part: espresso/main masterlist /word count: 4.5k

warnings: 18+ mdni, reader is able-bodied, smut!!!, and fluff!, drinking, drug use (edibles and smoking), switch sex, p in v, fingering, sexual teasing, pet names (mi amor, princesa, daddy, baby, baby girl, puppy, angel)

a/n: howdy everyone! was inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's Coachella performance to write this. let me know if you guys want a second story to Espresso lol. much love to everyone!! -maddie

Coachella was one of the most famous music festivals a musician could play at. It was such an honor to be on the setlist. It is incredible to perform a night each weekend in a row. This might be the most significant break in your career. Something felt missing.

The crowd started to get excited as the set time grew nearer. The nerves shot through you as you took deep breaths. You were trying to get over the feelings going through your mind.

“Are you alright?” one of the backup dancers asks as they help you with the earpiece. As you look yourself over in the mirror, you see the beautiful outfit that was personalized to fit you wonderfully, with your hair done beautifully. 

You were ready. 

“Yes, I am ready!” You smiled at your team as you took hold of your microphone. The band starts playing one of your most famous songs. The lights went dark as the band played the first cords of the song. The crowd roared in anticipation. You slowly stepped out into the darkness and started the melody. 

The lights pour onto the stage, and the crowd goes wild. They get the first glance at you with your sexy and luxurious outfit.  You smirk to yourself at the attention as you scan through the crowd. All the exciting and loyal fans in the crowd as they sing every verse with you. You follow the dance choreography you have practiced and performed many times. Once the music was going, it was hard not to get stuck into it and forget about the hundreds of people in front of you. The crowd was going wild as they sang along to your new song. 

You continued the song as you had images of the reason for it, smirking to yourself. Pedro makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, from how he treats you publicly to the bedroom activities. A few songs highlighted the bedroom activities. You had never written such “edgy, sexy” songs before you met him. The secret love affair had made all of you so happy. He still made you content and secured in your relationship even miles and hours away from him. 

As you go through the song and move around more, you look into the VIP areas and see many familiar faces. You don’t pay much attention as you have to end the song. You were so busy entertaining your fans that you did not notice who had slipped into the VIP section alongside both of your mutual friends. You were so focused on the choreography and in your element. The show was a big deal and a performance with dances and graphics for all the songs on the giant screens. You were singing your last song of the night, which was Nonsense. It was one of your favorite songs to perform, as it gave the audience the mood for the evening. The song represented something personal to you: your secret relationship with your new lover, Pedro Pascal, the whole internet’s boyfriend. It was interesting to see social media go crazy over who the song might be for. Some had the correct answers, but it was still a new and private relationship. 

The lights fall as the melody starts. “I think that you guys will enjoy this next song! I have seen all the tiktoks, by the way.” You joke into the darkness and receive a wild response from the crowd. You take a few breaths and get into position in a very sexy pose, along with the dancers, waving at the sweet fans who can see you. 

“No (La-la, la-la) da-ah-ah, ah (Ah-ah, uh, uh, uh, yeah)”

As the song begins, the spotlight shines only on you. You scan over the crowd with a smirk. It was one of the sexy, edgy songs you wrote because of your lover. There are butterflies in your stomach from nerves to play something as personal as this song, especially for such a big and reactive crowd. 

“Think I only want one number on my phone I might change your contact to "Don't leave me alone." You said you like my eyes, and you like to make them roll Treat me like a queen; now you got me feelin' thrown, oh.”

You continued the song as you had images of the reason for it, smirking to yourself. Pedro makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, from how he treats you publicly to the bedroom activities. A few songs highlighted the bedroom activities. You had never written such “edgy, sexy” songs before you met him. The secret love affair had made all of you so happy. He still made you content and secured in your relationship even miles and hours away from him. 

The stage lights illuminate the whole stage as you walk around and sway your hips to the music. During the lyrics, you stop and try to sing with your fans as you make your way to the side of your VIP area to see those familiar faces. 

“But I can't help myself When you get close to me Baby, my tongue goes numb Sounds like blah, blah, blee”

As you sing towards the area, your eyes linger over your friend group of non-famous friends to Sarah Paulson, which causes you to smile at them. You continue to scan the section until they land on HIM. The person that this song was written about. He was being his goofy and adorable self as he sang along with you. This causes you to mess up with a blush but quickly recover as the next verse comes. 

“I don't want no one else (don't want) Baby, I'm in too deep Here's a lil' song I wrote (a song I wrote) It's about you and me (me)”

The eye contact that he held with you as you sang your filthy thoughts of him directly to him with a huge smirk. You continued to perform as you moved your hips a little more to the choreography because of him. In the following verses, you look away as you sing to your fans.

“I'll be honest Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in And when you got your arms around me Ooh, it feels so good. I had to jump the octave I think I got an ex but I forgot him And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it I don't even know I'm talkin' nonsense I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (ah)”

You twirl your hair and sway your hips back to his side of the stage as your dancers follow close behind you. Make eye contact with him to ensure he is focused on you now. 

“I'm talkin' all around clock I'm talkin' hope nobody knocks I'm talkin' opposite of soft I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts You gotta keep up with me I got some young energy I caught the L-O-V-E How do you do this to me?”

You follow the choreography correctly as you hold flirty eye contact with him. Once you go over the chorus again and start to finish the song, you stand in your final position in the middle of the stage. You send him a wink and blow a kiss, then turn your attention to your fans. 

“You guys have been absolutely the best! I hope you all enjoyed it and hope to see you again next weekend! I love you, and please stay safe!” You say after you show appreciation to your band and dancers. You wave and bow as the crowd goes wild and chant your name as the lights go down. 

As you run backstage with your crew, laughing and smiling, you give all of them well-deserved love and appreciation. Your manager is there with water and a hug.” You did amazing! They loved you!” they say as you drink your water and wipe the sweat. Now celebrate! Not too hard!”

You follow their instructions as you see your friends run up as you exit the backstage towards your tent. They all sang praises and love and hugged you. After a while, you finally met the handsome brown eyes again, but closer this time. You jog up to him in your tight-fitting outfit with a big smile as the two collide in a hug, throwing your arms around his neck. He was wearing a button-up shirt with the first set of buttons undone, dark jeans, and his oversized glasses and baseball cap. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You say with a smile as you look up to him. He smirked as he got ready to say something witty back to you. You interrupt it with a short but passionate kiss on his lips. “I’m happy you’re here! How long have you been here?” Your hands land on his exposed chest, which makes him pull you closer. 

He chuckles at you as he sees the adrenaline still pumping through you as you chatter to him. “I just decided to come to see my favorite person perform at Coachella. My schedule can wait two days. I’ve been here the whole time. You were great, beautiful.” He keeps his voice so no one else can hear your conversation. You feel his hands slide down your hips a little bit. “Also, where did you get this little number, and why haven’t I ever seen it?” Letting his thick fingers run over the design against your lower sides. 

The compliments give you a confidence boost on top of your adrenaline rush. You bite your lip as his hands wander slightly until they settle on your lower back. “I planned on changing before we celebrate, but if you like it, I can keep it on.” You whisper into his ear, then look back at his expression. 

His eyes darkened from your comment, causing him to pull you a little closer. “I like that idea,” He whispers in your ear as his lips graze your neck with a few pecks. Before you both could continue, your friends gathered you into other event areas. The group stayed together as they went to different stages to watch other artists, including Doja Cat and Lana Del Rey. 

Pedro and you both socialized and drank with all your friends as you celebrated your incredible performance. There were edibles taken sometime in all the fun. He would occasionally hold onto you as you both danced closely. You both let loose, and as you can see, everyone was far from wasted. You were letting your bodies get as close as possible, hips grinding onto his. His hands would run down your sides and tease you. Stealing kisses from each other, and the sexual tension was through the roof. 

The feeling of being watched makes you look around every once in a while. The camera flashes and excited screams from people around you made you realize that your relationship might not be that much of a secret now. Pedro and you interacted with lovely, chill fans who casually recognized you. You had some groups that would call over to Pedro as “daddy” as he played it off like a champ.

“Vamos, mi amor,” Pedro whispers in your ear as he grips his gentle hands around your waist. You meet his erotic brown eyes that make your cheeks burn hard as you squeeze your thighs together. Pedro was very facially expressive because you could read his thoughts whenever you looked into him. His thoughts were highly naughty, and it was time to go home.  “I wondered how you felt about calling it for a night and heading back to your room for a nice bath.” 

You look around at everyone in the crew and see your friends slowing their nights down, which doesn’t make you worried about causing another upset. Meeting the brown eyes again, you give him an arguing grin as you throw back your head with a laugh. 

“I thought you might like that idea, Hermosa. Let’s tell them all good night and get going,” he whispers again in your ear as he gently pulls you towards your group of friends. Both of you take the time to say goodbye to your friends and thank them for supporting you. Pedro’s loud laugh pulls you away from your friends as you meet his warm eyes. He hugs everyone and draws you into his hip with an arm around your waist. “Goodnight, everyone. Safe travels!” 

There were plenty of farewells, naughty things, and cat calls as you leaned against Pedro, who turned around with a silly face and middle finger gesture. He helps guide you to the Uber you take to your hotel room for the night. As you lay your head in his lap, the car ride was full of stolen kisses and laughter.

“You were an absolute star tonight, mi amor,” Pedro says as he traces his fingers along the straps of his outfit, letting his fingers run down to his cleavage. That last song was very cheeky. I wonder who that could be about.” 

“Thank you. It was about one of my lovers. You might know him,” You joke with him, trying not to moan. His wandering fingers turn into wandering palms as they slowly paw at your breast. 

“Oh, you are playing hard to get whenever I already have you smitten,” he mumbles, only where you could hear him. The car comes to a stop as you arrive at your hotel. You quickly get out of the vehicle as Pedro follows closely behind you. You couldn’t keep your hands off one another as you walked through the empty hotel halls. Acting as strangers whenever you encounter a person, you giggle with each other once you come back together. 

Once you find your room, Pedro checks to see if the hallway is clear. He uses a little force with his grip as he leans you against your shut door. Letting his hands explore before they landed on your bottom, kneading your ass. One of his hands comes up to cup your jaw as he lines his lips up with yours, passionately kissing yours. His body closes into yours as you let him control the situation as you follow his lead. After grinding bodies and long, passionate kisses, you pull away, trying to catch your breath as you stare up at him with your cheeks burning. “We should get inside,” you say as you turn around the door, fumbling with the door. Pedro stepped back a little and watched as you struggled a bit. 

“Why are you so frizzled, mi amor?” He whispers against your neck and presses the front of his body to your back. Feeling his stiff member against your backside along with his hot breath, almost making you moan out at contact. “Let me help you.” He helps you inside as you giggle and follow him. 

Pedro and you have been messing around for a while now. You have not discussed a relationship status or anything, but neither of you hooked up with others. He treats you like a significant other the way he respects your boundaries and doesn’t hide his affection towards you. 

“Let’s go put that beautiful bathtub you sent me a picture of yesterday to good use,” he teases you as he takes off his baseball cap, which makes his hair go all over the place. He starts unbuttoning more of his shirt as his chest becomes bare. You can’t resist running your hands down his chest as he looks at you with a smirk. 

He spanks your ass hard with a groan because of your hands on him. “Let’s go, sweetheart,” he says as he pats your ass to get you to start moving. Once in the bathroom, turn on the large white tub to create a perfect mix of hot and cold. He grips your hips as he runs his hands to the back of your outfit. “Whoever designed this little piece is a fucking genius. It is beautiful and flatters you greatly.” 

“Well, thank you, Pedro. I might have had you in mind when I got it designed. I was going to send you some pictures tonight whenever I came back here,” you smirked and winked at him in the mirror as he helped you undo the outfit. He kissed down your body as the fabric went off, making chills run across your body. The time apart doesn’t affect you emotionally, but how your body reacts tells the absolute truth. The way your heart rate skyrockets as his lips make their way to your mound. 

You leaned against the counter for support as your outfit fell onto the floor, leaving you only in underwear. You make eye contact with Pedro as he continues to kiss and lick down your lower half. He hooks his large fingers under the top band of your panties as he meets your eyes for approval. You give him a slight nod and grin as his feather-like kisses follow the material as he pulls them down your legs. Throwing your head back as you try not to make a noise as he runs his tongue just above your clit. You make a frustrated groan as his tongue suddenly leaves your skin, leaving goosebumps. 

Pedro chuckles softly as he sees how your body reacts to him, pulling away with a smirk on his lips. He stands up as he pushes his body against yours, pulling your hips into his. “You are such a good girl for me. Your body is always ready for me,” he whispers as he ducks his head to kiss your neck. “Let’s go in, mi amor.”  He gets in first so you can sit in between his thick thighs. He helps you as you slide in between his legs, back against his chest. His rigid member pressed against your lower back, his hands tease your nipples after you get settled. He couldn’t help but let his hands wander as he settled comfortably behind you. He rubs out your sore body but lets his hands focus on your most sensitive spots.

His gentle but firm hands run on either side of your hips as his kisses lay on your shoulders. He inhaled deeply against your skin, causing you to tense up your back as it chills down your spine. He moves his hands from your hips towards your mound. You used one hand to spread your left leg apart, holding it still with just one large hand. His right hand found its way down to tease your slit, playing with your sweet lips. You felt the member on your back begin to throb as he slightly rubbed himself against you. You let out your needy moans and sounds continuous as he worked his fingers against you. 

He kept teasing you and kissing your shoulder and neck with his scruffy face. You had enough of his teasing and rigid member. It was rare that you switched roles, but you were both switches. (You can’t tell me that Pedro is not a switch.)  You slide out of his grip as you meet his eyes once you are turned around to face him. 

You grasp onto his rigid member, holding yourself up on the sides of the tub. He squirms and lets out a moan as you hold yourself over him. “I’m tired of the teasing, Pascal. It’s my turn,” you say as you ease your entrance slowly onto his throbbing tip. You find a comfortable position for your legs as you keep going up and down on his tip. He lets out a loud ‘fuck’ and moans as he squeezes his eyes close. His hands move to your hips, letting you take control. You start to ride him as you push your breast into his face. 

One of his hands moved from your hips to grip your tit, “who gave you permission to touch me?” You whisper almost into his ear as he looks up at you with big brown eyes. 

“Sorry, miss,” he whimpers back as your speed of volatile movements onto his cock increases. He leans back and rests his arms on the back of the tub as he lets you ride the hell out of him. He bites his lip and squeezes his eyes as he groans out in pleasure. “Fuck, mi amor.” 

“You like this, don’t you?” You firmly ask him as you force his face into the middle of your tits. He starts to motorboat your breast as you suffocate him gently. The scruff from his face makes you more sensitive than you thought, riding his member harder. “You start fucking me hard, baby. Thrust your big cock into me.”

He meets your eyes with pleasing brown eyes to satisfy your needs. His pleas make you smirk as you nod. Pedro begins to slam his hips into you, moaning as he does. “Thank you, thank you for letting me fuck you.” He pants as he thrusts deep inside of you, feeling his throbbing member hitting every spot. 

He grips your body, and his thrust begins to become more rapid as you continue to ride his giant member. Every thrust has the purpose of pleasing you; his hand works its way back up to your breast. He plays aggressively with your nipple, pinching and sucking on it. His other hand gripped onto your ass as his rhythm stayed deep and hard. The overstimulation of his hands and the member inside of you causes you to scream out in pleasure, “Good puppy.” You whimper as you feel your orgasm coming sooner as he leans up and thrusts into you. Pedro chose the pet name on one of the first nights you had taken control of the action.

Eventually, with his rapid thrust and wandering hands,  your body starts to shake as you are overcome with pleasure. “Keep going, puppy,” you whimper as he continues to work out your orgasm. “Such a good puppy.” You whisper as you run your hands over his chest. Your body falls into his as you overcome your orgasm, gripping onto his as he continues to pleasure you. He pulls out and fingers your wet pussy, licking his fingers after you finish.  

You both lay in the tub for a while as you overcome your orgasm. He held you as you came down from your high, kissing your head. “Was that good for you, mi amor?” He asks gently as he pulls you into his chest. He moved the hair from your face, rubbing his hands down your waist. 

You gently nod against him as the day catches up with you. After a few minutes, you get tired of the cramped space of the tub. “Let’s get out, baby,” you mumble to him as you lean up, earning a grunt in return. The guilt of not pleasuring Pedro silently overcame you as you exited the bathtub. 

The sound of a low grunt makes you return to the tub as the broad man emerges. You smile mischievously at him as he glances up to meet your grin. His member is still very much erect as he steps in front of you. The fun part of being switch partners was that it could change in a flash. You give Pedro a knowing look as he meets your eyes and stands before you. His eyes and grin light up on his face as he gently guides you onto the counter behind you. “My turn, princesa,” he mumbles and spreads your legs apart as he pushes himself in between them. He pulls your body towards the edge of the counter so your legs wrap around him.

You lean your back against the counter as he holds your lower half, rubbing his throbbing cock against your slick entrance. He leans over your body, sucking on one of your nipples to get a reaction out of you, which it did as you let out a loud moan. Your body reacted as well as it pushed farther onto his member. You both let out a pleasurable sound as his tongue runs down your chest to your stomach. Your hips start to tease him as they grind against him, which causes him to spank the side of your ass.  “No, ma’am, it’s daddy’s turn,” he smirks up at you as he moves one of his hands to your nipple. His fingers quickly fondle your right nipple as you moan loudly. “You let daddy fuck your sweet, sweet pussy?” 

You let out a satisfied groan as his hand moved down your entrance, gently rubbing you as his thumb ran over your sensitive clit. After gently teasing your pussy with his fingers, he lubed himself up with his fingers from your wetness. His large member enters you again as he holds onto your hips. He pushes inside slowly as you both let out moans. 

“You’re so fucking wet, angel. Did ya miss daddy?” He asks as he grips your hips harder, thrusting inside of you. You give a desperate nod as your hands grip onto the edge of the counter. Pedro takes his time as he edges himself in and out of you, giving you all the praises. He pulls up your upper body so your bodies grind against one another, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other holding your back. “Good girl.”

The friction from the position on your mound makes it hard not to moan and squirm in pleasure. His thrust becomes more rigid and repetitive as his grip holds you gently but firmly. You could feel your orgasm approaching as well from the position. “I’m about to cum, Daddy,” you whimpered as you gripped his firm broad shoulders. 

His mouth meets your ear as he groans into your ear. His heavy breathing makes your back arch and push into his thrust more. “Wait for me, baby girl,” he mumbles into your ear as his thrust becomes more sloppy. “Come for me, angel.” He sets you down on the counter as his hands grip your breast, twiddling your nipples with his thick fingers.

Before long, both of you came together with your bodies grinding against one another, along with satisfied noises. 

Pedro’s warm brown eyes meet yours before he kisses you. The two of you might not have a title, but the sparks were there every touch. “Such a good girl, angel,” he says as he gently pulls out of you. “Let’s take a quick shower.” He helps you into the shower, where the two of you help wash one another and joke around with stolen kisses in between. After getting ready, Pedro carries you into bed as the two of you order dessert from room service. The rest of the night was full of laughter and heavy makeout. The two of you cuddle up to some cheesy movie and fall asleep midway through it. 

These were the perfect nights for you to write a whole album about your feelings for this cheeky, handsome man. 

thank you for reading! 🤍

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[hotpocketpena]

Nobody Likes A Secret

Pedro Pascal x F! Reader

Summary - Did he really just throw away your whole relationship away like it was nothing, like it was just a bit of fun? 

Warnings - Swearing, Angst, Heartbreak

Word Count - 2.4k

Notes - Highly recommend listening to ‘Nobody Likes A Secret’ By Lizzie McAlpine while reading. Major inspo from this song so enjoyyyy.

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The dust from your guitar swarmed your bedroom like a tornado. It’d really been that long since you played huh? Your love for playing must’ve died out, but now it was time to dive back in.

You just dabbled in writing songs. You’d never gone as far as putting anything out their professionally. Sure when you were younger and first learned to play, you and your friends thought it’d be cool to post some clips on YouTube. The videos did well, but the older you got, the more embarrassing it felt to keep doing it.

So you stopped doing videos and stuck to playing in your bedroom and using your phone to record the songs. 

You didn’t think anything could ever stop your love for playing - you’d always find the time to write quotes in your phone to then later turn them into a melody or even a song. That was your thing. 

Just like his thing was acting. 

Not doing interviews in sleazy magazines about how he’d dated someone a year ago for a few kicks. 

You thought you both ended on good terms, deciding that now wasn’t the best time to make anything official to the word as it was a nasty place. Pedro cared about you too much - or so you thought - to put it out there that you two were a thing. Only for your life to flip upside down and have eyes watching your every move. 

He was used to that, having being in the spotlight for so long. But you?

You’d be snapped by a few paparazzi when you and Pedro when out for lunch, but he’d shut down the rumours and make it clear you were just friends. Which wasn’t all a lie, but you were more than that. Or, he was more than that for you. 

You never expected to get home from work after a long day to read something so vulgar. 

‘So Pedro, how have you found dating since being in the spotlight? I’m sure it’s not easy.’

‘To be honest, I did have something going on, but it was just for fun. It was a mutual agreement between two people who’s lives were to complicated to have anything too serious.’

‘How so?’

‘Well, she was a musician of some sorts and with my busy schedule, it was hard for us to get together. So, we decided for it to be fun, rather than have all of the labels and make this ore difficult than they have to be. We had a lot of fun nights together. But sadly, it just didn't work out.’

‘So, what your saying is that your back on the market?’

‘You could say that, yeah. I’ve been off it for a while actually.’

The flimsy papers from the magazine soared across your living room. They just avoided the pictures hanging on your wall. Your breathing was slow and harsh. 

We decided it to be fun?

It was a mutual agreement?

Yeah fucking right. You and Pedro were far from being anywhere near a mutual agreement. It was special what you had. A deep connection between two people who really cared for each other. He’d be there for you, and you for him. You two had been through your darkest times together and always came out stronger at the other end.

For him to say that it was just a bit of fun? That is the most insulting thing you’d ever heard. 

So you did the only thing you could think of doing when you were angry. Aside from smashing your apartment to pieces, you walked into your bedroom and dug into the back of your closet until you found it. 

“There you are girl.” You whispered to your dusty - and in certain need of a tuning guitar. She’d been sitting in the back of the closet gathering dust for way to long. 

It felt good to hold her again. Your life just got so busy, you’d never have any time on your hands to write or even strum a few strings. But, before you’d never had any reason to be this angry.

When you both called off the ‘mutual agreement’ - as Pedro called it - sure it was upsetting. You’d distanced yourself from loved ones and took some time to yourself, but you didn’t hit rock bottom enough to write a song about him.

You’d thought about it, but it was too cheesy. Writing songs about guys who have broken your heart was such a 2000′s thing to do. Now, songs were about passion and care, not misery and heartbreak. 

This, made your blood boil just enough to make you write a song about him. About how he’s betrayed you and humiliated you. 

You sat cross legged on your bed, your phone set to record in front of you and you threw some ideas around in your head before pressing record. 

I hold my anger in my stomach And I'm starting to have side effects From hating you this much No explanation, just a quote in a magazine Where you said you only dated me for fun

You’d held the anger in for so long, it did start to take a toll. You’d bottled it up for so long, holding your tongue whenever one of your friends mentioned him. They knew of your friendship, but not to a great extent. 

They were jealous, that you were the one that caught the eyes of Pedro Pascal and not them. How the night you met, it should have been one of them standing in the right place at the right time and not you. And right now, you wish it was true, that you’d never met the man that broke you. 

And I'm paraphrasing now But the gist of it was how you never loved me Only in it for the sex And I really don't get how You can say that and be proud of it We both know you were in deeper than that Hmm

He was in deeper than just sex. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he was deeply and madly in love with you. It was hard for him to admit any sort of feelings to anyone, even you at times. Even though you were someone he could put all of his trust in. Someone who he could spill his deepest, darkest secrets too and not have to worry about the press finding out. 

When the time came around where his jobs were getting more and more demanding and the spotlight on him was getting bigger and tighter, he didn’t want you to become one of his flings. He wanted real, but he couldn’t give it to you. 

He didn’t want you to be dragged into his crazy life, he knew that you prefer to live a peaceful life with no drama. He was selfish to keep seeing you for so long, but he didn’t want it to end. At times, he wished that he was never famous. That he was just a regular guy who happened to meet you and fall in love. 

Oh how he wished for that. 

Nobody likes a secret And I was always yours It's almost been a year and even so I still don't know what for Hmm

You were his secret. His best kept one. He’d always tell the press or his agents that you were just a friend. Only his closest knew you were more than that to him. Only they knew about his feelings for you and how he wanted to show you off to the world that you were his, but that wasn’t the life he wanted for you.

He never asked you if that was what you wanted. He just presumed since you were so well kept. He didn’t know that in a heart beat, you would jump into the harsh spotlight that is Hollywood, deal with all of the negative things that would be said about you, just to be called his. 

A tear droplet fell onto the base of your guitar. You shook your head and wiped away the escaping tears from your eyes. You stopped recording and placed your guitar down on the floor and sat back against the headboard. 

Did you want to listen to it? Would it be as painful as writing it to listen to it?

You did it anyway. 

It was only a short song, a mere one minute and forty-nine seconds, but it was the most powerful minute and forty-nine seconds you’d ever written. It had so much pain, yet clarity in the song. Clarification that you were just a secret, but you didn’t have to be. You could have been much, much more than a secret. He just never gave you the chance to be. 

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He signed deeply as he sunk into his couch, clutching the glass of whiskey for dear life. 

“Why the fuck did I say that?” He muttered to himself as he reads the article in the magazine. “I’m such an asshole.”

He was indeed. He never wanted to say any of that, he didn’t even mean what he was saying. The interviewer was pressing him about his dating life. She knew something, she had dirt on you that she was going to spill if he didn’t give her something good to write about. 

He wanted to tell the world your name and how much you did and still do mean to him, but that would disrupt your life in more ways than ever. So he opted for the easier and better option in his mind. To play off like you meant nothing to him, and that it was just a good time between two people. 

Pedro threw the magazine across the room, just avoiding the picture sitting on the coffee table. He sunk even further back into the couch and pinched the space in-between his brows and nose. 

A loud knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. He groaned, placing the whiskey down on the coffee table and headed to the door. 

The rain was bouncing down against the concrete as he opened the door. He peered his head around from the door, trying to shield himself from the rain. He swung the door open fully when he saw you standing there, dripping wet from the rain. 

“Hi.” You say quietly, a whisper. 

“Hi.” He said back, with the same volume. 

“I don’t know why I’m here.” You shuffled on your feet, refusing to look anywhere else but at him. 

“Do you want to come in? You look freezing.” You were freezing.

After realising what you wanted, you ran to your door, slipped on your sneakers and ran towards Pedro’s house. Your mind was so set on him that you forgot you were still in your lounge clothes. 

You nodded quickly and stepped into his home. “Take a seat, I’ll go and grab you a towel.” He said sheepishly, walking to the bathroom. 

It’d been a while since you’d been to his house. Not much had changed. A few different pieces of art he’d picked up on his travels and the guitar you had bought for him sitting in the corner of the living room was new. You smiled at it. 

You’d always promised to teach him how to play, and even went out of your way to buy him the best beginner guitar. He put up a fight at first, his fingers too big for the strings. He moaned while trying to play and eventually giving up. But the fact he still kept it after a year, made your heart melt.

Pedro returned with a towel in one hand, and one of his old t-shirts in another. “I got this for you, just in case you wanted to change.” He shuffled on his feet, slowly walking to you and handing you the items.

“Thank you.” You said, drying your hair with the towel. “I uh, came over hear because I-”

“You read the article didn’t you?” He butted in with a nervous look on his face. 

You nodded, looking at him with disappointment in your eyes. “I did. And I-”

“Look I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come across that way, hell I didn’t even mean anything that I said I just-. I know you hate me for how things ended and now I’ve made you hate me anymore. I know your here to scream at me, so go ahead.” Pedro paced the living room, stopping in front of you, preparing himself for your wrath of words. 

You opened your mouth and closed it. “I’m not here to scream at you Pedro.” You said, taking his hands into yours. “I’m here to tell you what I want.”

Shock too over his face and body. “What? Why aren’t you here to scream at me? The things I said were awful!” 

“Yeah, they were. But I get why you said them. You have been protecting me from the spotlight the moment we met. Not wanting to have anyone spread a nasty rumour about me or take my pictures when I’m out doing something. You didn’t want me to have the life that you do. 

But, you never asked me if I wanted that life with you. You thought you knew what was best for me, but what was actually best for me was to be with you, come spotlight or not.” You took both his hands into yours, telling him the words you’ve wanted to tell him for so long but never even realising yourself. 

“I would give up my life to be with you. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care about what people say about me. All I care about is knowing you’ll be by my side through it all.” You smiled up at him, but his face was unreadable.

Did he want this? You’d never thought about what he wanted. A lot can happen in a year. 

Had he found someone else and you were confessing your feelings for him?

Oh god, what had you done. 

You thought about it again and snatched your hands from his. “I’m sorry for coming. I shouldn’t have come.” You quickly said, moving for the front door. 

Pedro grabbed your wrist and spun you around into his chest. He looked down at you, his brown eyes still like you remember them. “I’m so sorry. I messed up. I wanted to protect you from my life, but I never thought about what you wanted. If you’ll still have me, I want you to be apart of my life, forever and always.” He lifted your chin up and studied your face.

“I want to be apart of your life Pedro. I do.” You smiled, standing on your tip-toes and leant in for a kiss. 

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro x reader #the mandalorian #narocs #javierpena #din djarin

[albonoooo]

thank you for the tag @borntogayz <3

star sign: pisces

favourite holiday: christmas (for the cozy vibes and food)

last meal: rice and stir-fried veggies

current favourite musician: this changes daily, but lately i've been listening to a lot of palaye royale (damn you, liquid) and nostalgic 2000s music like britney spears, beyoncé, christina aguilera and the pussycat dolls.

last music listened to: i'm listening to palaye royale as i'm typing this.

last movie watched: drei haselnüsse für aschenbrödel (which is the same answer i gave in a tag game a few weeks ago lol)

last tv show watched: it's been months since i've watched any show, but i think it's the witcher.

last book/fic finished: the last book i finished is to kill a kingdom by alexandra christo (only took me one and a half years). i'm not sure about the last fic, probably something from the kinkmeme idk.

last book/fic abandoned: the last book i abandoned (for now) is bleak house by charles dickens. i technically had to read it for a seminar, but it's just too fucking long. as for fics, i don't really "abandon" any, i just keep them in my library (marked for later section) until i get to them, whenever that may be.

currently reading: as per the previously mentioned older tag game, i'm still reading the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde. since my last answer, i have made zero progress.

last thing researched for writing/art/hyperfixation: does frantically looking for the right pictures of alex albon in red bull gear as well as articles about him leaving/them sacking him at 3am count?

favourite online fandom memory: honestly just discovering that there was fanfiction beyond x reader stuff was eye-opening. the first few m/m k-pop fics i read had such a huge impact on me, i can still recite the plot down to the smallest details.

favourite old fandom you wish would drag you back in/have a resurgence: it's not old per se, but the pedro pascal girlies (gn) seem to be having a great time atm. i had my pedro moment in 2019/2020 when i watched triple frontier for the first six times, but maybe i should revisit that.

favourite thing you enjoy that never had an active or big fandom, but you wish it did: i've been thinking about this for ten minutes, i can't think of anything. if something comes to my mind later, i'll just add it then. EDIT: my best friend and i have an unhealthy obsession with the film napola (more specifically, max riemelt in it. the film itself is quite dark), but barely anyone even knows it. devastating.

tempting project you're trying to rein in/don't have time for: i'm currently trying to learn how to make web weaves because i have a bunch of ideas, but uni comes first unfortunately.

zero pressure tags in case you want to do this: @wanderingblindly @piastrisms @hrhgeorgerussell @bright-and-burning @liamlawsonlesbian

#tag games

[deadhumourist]

Fandom Finds - last week of Dec

Hello! I finally got to catch up on some much-needed reading, and I'm in absolute awe of how incredibly talented people on here are. So I'm going to do a weekly round-up of things I loved in the Pedro Pascal fandom- art, fics, you name it. Here's what I loved in Dec (and a little before then, as it's the intro post!)

A gentle reminder to please support and reblog from your favourite creators to ensure more people see their amazing work!

Here we go, under the cut:

Starman (series) - @imtryingmybeskar (Ezra x F!Reader)

You know when you read something so good, you close your laptop because no words you can put on paper is going to come close to what you just read? That was me last week. This series is incredible - sensitive, insightful, a transportive glimpse into something very different. Ezra drops into his soulmate's lap, but it's not as simple as that. Clear your schedule. Read it.

Driving Mr Tovar (series) - @sirowsky (Pero Tovar x F!Reader)

When I read the original series, I turned into that crazed fan that sent the author songs that reminded me of her fic. Luckily the lovely author humoured me and we are still friends today. She's currently updating the series and the updated version is EVEN better than the original (I'm halfway through the reread of Chapter 1). Pero Tovar doesn't let anyone into his life, least of all his new driver. But he has no idea who he's up against and how his life will change. Perfect holiday escapism right here.

Queen of Poisons (series) - @artemiseamoon (Ezra x F!OFC)

Arte's Ezra and fantastic OFC Nyx has been living completely rent-free in my brain since I first inhaled the series months ago. The push and pull between these two is delicious and her heroine is a deeply nuanced badass who doesn't stand back when faced with danger. If you like supernatural worlds and strong female protagonists, you will love this.

Flowers for Ishtar (series) - Beskarberry (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

I already screamed at the author like an unhinged banshee, but this was one of the most fantastical, wild series I have ever read. Non-human!Mando and F!Reader have a solid partnership until he starts acting very weird. Please, for the love of the reptilian spacepope, read the extensive and detailed warnings, because this won't be for everyone. But if you do proceed - it's funny, magical, soft, sexy, unhinged and brilliant science-fiction fantasy with our favourite buckethead.

My only wish (series) - @foli-vora (Jack Daniels x F!Reader)

Come get your fluffy, sweet Christmas goodness here! Jack Daniels grinches his way into a a situation he never thought he's find himself in. Special appearance by a hilarious little menace who forces Jack and Reader's hand as subtly as a sledgehammer. Treat yo'self.

Unnamed (one-shot) - @juletheghoul (Frankie Morales x F!Reader Siren)

Jules' short and utterly *beautifully* devastating story about Frankie and a Siren will haunt you in more ways than one. It's the kind of story that you think about at 2am when you can't sleep.

The Fox, the Mage and the Cupboard (series) - @littlemisspascal (Multiple characters x F!Reader)

Make a cup of tea, settle under a fleece blanket and let Rae transport you to a magical world where you can forget about all the madness and real world problems. It features Javi G, Din and Pero and she makes them all very special, very distinct from each other. This series feels like a soft hug with some yearning for good measure.

An Evening with Monsters (series)- @clydesducktape (Triple Frontier boys in individual stores x F!Reader)

Kinktober hit different this year with this delicious line-up of monsters - the Triple Frontier boys are an absolute feast in this series. Thia is an incredibly talented writer, it might not be Halloween anymore, but you'll be yearning for these boys anyway.

All about the Bass - @katareyoudrilling (Marcus Pike x F!Reader)

Listen. This author has created a musical universe with the most perfect Marcus Pike (a musician) and I refuse to leave. I refuse. Get your bag, we're going to Yearnsville and staying there - this is romantic and soft and amazing. Marcus and you join an orchestra and it's not just musical notes flying. *chef's kiss*

#fic recs #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic

[slasherinc-links]

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝟏. . . 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑.

tldr.

ellie, el or nobi! • 18 years old • she/her pronouns + unlabeled • brazillian (indigenous) • adhd and will use tone tags • writer’s block happens a lot so i’m sorry if i don’t send your ask quickly!

full text.

hi, i’m ellie, but you can also call me el or nobi! i’m a brazilian woman with very strong indigenous ancestry, so i’ll always write with this in mind, but i’ll always try my best to make the fics as racially ambiguous as possible, so everyone can enjoy! on that topic, i will only write for fem!readers, but if requested it can be a gn!reader. i’m not comfortable writing for male readers since i don’t understand how they feel (i hope this makes sense, i really don’t want to sound mean! /srs).

hi, i’m ellie, but you can also call me el! i’m a brazilian woman with very strong indigenous ancestry, so i’ll always write with this in mind, but i’ll always try my best to make the fics as racially ambiguous as possible, so everyone can enjoy! on that topic, i will only write for fem!readers, but if requested it can be a gn!reader. i’m not comfortable writing for male readers since i don’t understand how they feel (i hope this makes sense, i really don’t want to sound mean! /srs).

i have adhd, so most of the time i will use tone tags since they help me, and others, with comprehending messages/texts, etc.

i’m pretending to be a teacher and graduate in history and sociology, but for now i am not enrolled in university, so i’ll be a full time writer (as much as i can be). i am known for having writer’s block, so i’m really sorry if i didn’t send your request quickly, it really sucks that it happens to me and it saddens the both of us.

before doing anything else on my blog, i suggest you read the blog’s guidelines, the rules for requesting and my explanation of me not wanting minors to interact with my content.

also, keep in mind that english is not my first language, even though i’ve been practicing it for more than five years now and i am 100% fluent, i will probably make some mistakes here and there, so please forgive me for any of those mistakes. <3

𓆩*𓆪 — LIKES!

writing. films. baking. history. books. coffee. learning new stuff. talking shit. old men. comic books. women in general. my culture. monster high.

𓆩*𓆪 — DISLIKES!

stress. my adhd. frogs. insects. tea. pressure. hate. bad music.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

𓆩*𓆪 — CHARACTERS!

morpheus/dream of the endless (ts). obi-wan kenobi (sw). red hood/jason todd (dc). the punisher/frank castle (marvel). jim hopper (st). abby anderson (tlou). arthur morgan (rdr2). carlos oliveira (re). leon kennedy (re). ada wong (re). jill valentine (re). john price (cod). simon ‘ghost’ riley (cod). kyle ‘gaz’ garrick (cod).

𓆩*𓆪 — MUSICIANS!

kali uchis. frank ocean. sza. twice. exid. megan thee stallion. lana del rey. tyler, the creator. baco exú do blues. the weeknd. slipmami. aespa. exo.

𓆩*𓆪 — FILMS!

whiplash. the empire strikes back. black swan. gone girl. enchanted. trainspotting. x. scream. django unchained. everything everywhere all at once.

𓆩*𓆪 — SHOWS!

the office. brooklyn 99. cobra kai. bojack horseman. glee. fleabag. peacemaker. the mandalorian. daredevil. euphoria.

𓆩*𓆪 — ACTORS!

laura harrier, pedro pascal, john boyega, jessica alba, lupita nyong’o, steven yeun, willem dafoe, christoph waltz, daniel brühl, henry cavill, jon bernthal, keke palmer, bruna marquezine, xolo maridueña, cillian murphy

#for the main #about me

[imaginesbymonika]

Pure Honey Masterlist

A Pedro Pascal x musician!fem!Reader

Plot: Certain types of love are everywhere, some are more accepted than others- or at least that’s what he thinks.

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Finale

A bonus chapter

#angst #fluff #pedro pascal x reader #pedro x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal #Pedro pascal Masterlist #x reader #Pedro #pascal #the mandolorian #din djaren

[caesaryoulater]

Masterlist

Hey all! I’m Laralie and welcome to my masterlist. My blog is 18+, if you’re a minor please do not interact. I write mainly for Pedro Pascal and Sebastian Stan characters. Reblogs/Comments are always appreciated! 

Indicates smut *

Dangerous Woman - Modern Day Oberyn Martell x F!Reader* (ongoing)

Series Masterlist - Chapter 4/?

Honey universe

Slow Like Honey - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader (finished)

Part 1 Part 2

Warm Me Up*

Solicitude

Flaws

Tipsy*

For the Record - AU. Musician Bucky Barnes x F!Librarian Reader * (ongoing)

Series Masterlist - Chapter 6/?

Home - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Trust - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader*

Happy Birthday - Bucky Barnes x Reader

The Angel on My Shoulder, The Devil in My Bed - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader*

Waves - Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Maybe Tonight, I’ve Got a Question for You - Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

At Last - Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Floriography - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Freckles - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Details Unknown - Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

All Nighter - Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Stick to the Plan - Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

The Break-In - Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Awake -  Marcus Pike! x F!Reader

#my fics #oberyn martell #reader insert #bucky barnes #masterlist #marcus moreno #marcus pike

[aerynwrites]

Get to Know Me Game

Rule is to tag 21 people you wanna get to know better. (but i’m not gonna tag that many cause i don’t wanna bother people…)

Nickname: Don’t have one!

Real name: Aeryn

Zodiac: I’m an Aquarius but I don’t really care about the signs lol

Favorite musicians or bands: Kacey Musgraves is QUEEN

Favorite sports team: The Detroit Red Wings!

Other blogs: I have my main blog @aeryntheofficial and then my other side blog dedicated to Pedro - @crushin-on-pascal

Do I get asks: Yes! I usually only get them if I do ask games and stuff but I have a few anons who regularly send be cute little asks that I absolutly ADORE! (anon’s if you’re reading this i love you)

Tumblr crushes: Hmmm, where to start?

Obviously the Star Whores gane @theforceofdarkandlight @hiscyarika and @haildoodles-writing i freaking love these people so much!

@rzrcrst bc they write Ezra so fucking well and I live for it

@astrolo-galaxy has some top teir Pedro character content, like deadass. Same goes for @longitud-de-onda - she writes Javi like a boss, captures him perfectly!

@murdermewithbooks bc they are just the sweetest and kindest people ever and she continues to hype me up and  i love them for it. They also have top teir Javi content.

then finally @zeldasayer has probably one of the best Din x Reader serieis i’ve ever read, that’s how i found her, and I stay bc all her other writing is superb!

Lucky numbers: 23!

What am I wearing: Pj shorts and a college tshirt....i havent changed in like five days XD

Favorite food: Probably fried chiken or chicken wings.

Dream vacation: Iceland! I want to go so fucking bad y’all

Dream car: Probably a vintage mustang or a tesla. I really want a tesla...

Drink of choice: Sweet tea or Pepsi

Instruments: I used to play the violin, but now I can’t play anything lol

Languages: English. I can’t even claim that i know spanish bc i almost flunked out of class in college.

Celebrity crushes: Pedro Pascal (duh), Diego Luna, Nicholas Gonzales, Ryan Reynolds, Blake Lively, and Paul Rudd.

Random facts: I know how to sing jingle bells in chinese, I once fell off my roof and sustained no injuries, and I almost went to school to be a film director.

tags: @mutantsandproud @longitud-de-onda @dizzydazed @rzrcrst @astrolo-galaxy and idk why I can’t think of more people but yeah. If anyone else wants to do it feel free!

[joels-shitty-puns]

The Key To Your Heart - Series List

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Kissing. Panic/Anxiety Attack. Fat shaming, name calling. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f). Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's (or Pedro's) inner thoughts!

Read the story below!

Track 1: Here

Track 2: Here

Track 3: Here

Track 4: Here

Track 5: Here

Track 6: Here

Track 7: Here

Track 8: Here

Track 9: Here

Track 10: Here

~More coming soon!~

More stuff:

The Key To Your Heart Playlist: Here

🎶

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal x afab!reader #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x musician!reader #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal rpf #rpf #pedro pascal x plus sized! reader #A! wrote a fic #Key to your heart

[sgt-morgan]

Whiskey Sunrise 🥃

Summary: Joel and Sugar are the talk of the town. Their band The Family Affair a four member country unit consisting of Tommy, Joel, Sugar, and her brother Llewyn. They have toured the world, won Grammys, and raised children together. Joel and Sugar have always danced around being together, and now with the death of Llewyn, they’ll have to learn how to rely on each other while they work through the greif of loosing one of their own. Their daughters have decided that enough is enough, and with the help of their loving family, they plan to get the family back together.

Warnings: None for this chapter except for a minor character death and talks of grief. No songs mentioned in this fic are written or owned by me. All mentioned songs can be found in the series playlist.

A/N: This is my first attempt at a chaptered series. I’ll do my best to update every two weeks. Fridays it is. Thanks to my friend @justsomerandomfanfic for the help and the eyes. Enjoy the series.

Chapter 2

Playlist for the series

“Wake your ass up!” Came the shout and a thump of a pillow. The sudden rude awakening in all it’s abrupt callousness meant Tess was here.

The abrupt awakening would be more startling for Joel Miller if he wasn’t so used to it. This must be attempt five or six of waking him if Tess is here, normally at around attempt three Tess came to the house, and if there was nothing by the time she got here, it was like a sudden hurricane when she woke him, loud and destructive.

“I’m up!” He startled, pulling himself to a sitting position.

“Sure Joel, whatever. You gotta turn on your phone.” Tess grumbles, scrambling to turn on his television while he blearily began to unlock his phone. Three missed calls from Tess and one from the label, that’s no good. He can make out the TV talking about his ex band mate Llewyn and his escapades, tuning it out. Llewyn was always a wild child, it was not a shock to hear his name in the media. He had a soft spot for him though, he was a damn good frontman, and the wildness of his spirit is what made him that way. The behavior is part of the intrigue, and that’s what a front man needs,a draw in. So whatever it was, he was willing to defend his friend but with the band being broken up, it shouldn’t be his problem. Then his heart practically stops. He must have done something nuts, because The thousands of emails and social notifications that kept rolling in seemed to say it was a problem.

“Is this about Llewyn? What did he do now?” Joel grumbles, slapping around his nightstand for his reading glasses. He can’t stand them, but Sarah was right he needed them, even if they made him feel like he was 107.

“Llewyn is dead.” Tess sighs rubbing a hand down her face and letting it rest over her mouth. This… does not compute. His friend, so lively and… invincible is dead? No. This does not make any sense. It’s one of those moments when the world goes quiet, you rationally know that nothing has changed really, but the silence that follows speaks it’s own volumes. It speaks of emptiness, of loss. It speaks of an empty place in him that had just opened that he was sure could never be filled.

In an instant, his mind goes to long, hot, Texas summers, playing the guitar with the band, dreaming of touring the globe as a unit. Laughing at the idea of a four piece band with two sets of siblings, arguing over a name for the group. Him trying to raise Sarah with his misfit family of musicians. You turning up pregnant with Ellie, sobbing to them about the boy who left you. Remembered the first number one to hit the charts, the joy you all felt, remembered the Grammy awards you’d all won. The joys the sorrows. You were thick as thieves, until the end, and he could only blame himself. Llewyn wasn’t just his front man, Llewyn was his brother just as much as Tommy. Now the man he spent the better part of twenty years with is suddenly gone. He’d already lost you, and the band, now he had to suffer this blow too. It was torture.

His thoughts race, instantly going to the future, who he needed to call, what a funeral and a tribute would look like. Thinking again about the band. Thinking of you. God you, what were you feeling right now, and your daughter. How sad and terrified you must be. Then his thoughts began to catch up and he remembers why he was up so late, why he was so tired, Ellie and Sarah, his daughter and yours were having a sleepover, they stayed up till three watching Ten Things I Hate About You and whatever other cheesy films they could find. Llewyn’s Niece, your daughter, is here, and you’re over seas.

“Oh god, Tess, has she-“ he starts scrubbing his face and standing, pulling himself together and preparing to be the strong one, even though he now felt like that little kid in Texas who was beating on a six string with his next door neighbor again, worried about everything and nothing.

“No, she’s- god- she’s on stage right now. She’s performing.” Tess shook her head and ran a hand through her hair. “They’re gonna have to stop the show, news is breaking so it’s gonna be a-“ then out of the corner of her eye, Joel saw you on the screen at your show in Paris. He shushes Tess and turns up the muted television. He saw you gasp in horror and drop your guitar. His eyes are glued to the television as he watches your world collapse in real time, then his phone rings.

You’re in Paris. The band breaking up lead you to a solo career and with its success, you were touring the world. While you did your two week stint in Europe, Llewyn recorded in Texas, and he offered to keep your daughter at home to do school until you got back. It was a good arrangement, she’d spend some time with her beloved uncle, see her best friend, her uncle Joel, and you could avoid all of the feelings of guilt and sadness from seeing your guitarist in the flesh.

The shows were a hit, you’d been abroad for a week, and they had all been sold out. But to your sorrow, without the boys it felt hollow. You missed being apart of a unit, but you managed.

Tonight was another great crowd. They seemed to know your new music pretty well, unlike some of the others who had come to see a member of their once great favorite band. All was well until there was a sudden restless murmur that settled over the crowd. You couldn’t tell what was happening, but there were gasps of shock and sudden shouts of anguish. Not knowing what was happening, you tried to calm the crowd but nothing worked.

Then someone came on stage during one of your songs and told you. Your heart stopped, a horrible gasp rings out in the auditorium and with a numbness you didn’t know was possible you realize it’s your own, you hear the crash of your instrument hitting the floor. Then you’re ushered off stage, faintly you understand you’re hyperventilating, and you barely register one of your backup singers attempting to get you to breathe, numbly grabbing a water as it’s offered to you, correcting your breaths back to normal as you sob, god you hadn’t even realized you were crying. Then, reality starts to bleed back through the panic and your mind starts racing. Ellie, oh god, Ellie. Someone hands you a phone and it’s like your fingers have a mind if their own.

“Sugar,” Joel answers automatically.

“J-Joel!” Oh god, you’re sobbing and it breaks his heart “Joel! Ellie! And Llewyn! I’m not even- I wanna go home!” You cry and he sniffs back his own tears, running a hand down his face.

“Ok Sugar, you can come home, I’ll book you the first flight. Ellie is fine, she and Sara are still sleeping. She had a sleep over.” He can hear a gasp of relief in the next sobs and he tries to keep it together. You need him, he won’t fuck that up again.

“Ok! Ok! I-I-I’ll come home! Can I come- can I come to you?” He can hear the panic rising again and he takes a deep breath.

“Yeah, you can come to me baby, you can always come to me.” He sighs, “of course you can come to me. I’ll be here, I swear I will.”

“Keep Ellie safe Joel, they’re gonna be e-everywhere!” You cry again, and he knows exactly what you mean.

“We’re gonna go to Bill and Frank’s place sugar, I’ll call Tommy and we can all meet at the farm.” He soothes, pacing and rubbing a hand through his hair. “We’re gonna be ok.” He hears your crying settle on the other end of the phone.

“Will you- will you get all our paperwork please? It’s all in the safe. The combination is written in the bottom of his desk drawer- I.” You’re crying again and he wishes that he could crawl through the phone to get to you, but once you stop freaking out you probably wouldn’t want him There anyway. You were only calling him because Ellie was here, but at least you were calling him.

“Yeah sugar, I got it just… just come home.” The silence that followed was thick with the words being left unsaid, practically crackling in the air as a burst of white hot sadness. Filled with the kind of bone deep shame and anguish that could only come from having known each other the way you did, and giving it all up.

“Ok.” That’s all he got before you hung up, all things considered? He’s lucky he even got that.

Minutes later his door creaks open to reveal the two girls. Ellie and Sarah are bleary and tired, looking like they had a long night, which they did. He noted an absence of sadness, there’s just confusion, and he’s relieved to hear that Tess shut off the TV, and they both didn’t have their phones.

“Dad, did you see our phones?” Joel’s eyes fell shut at Sarah’s question, and he had never been more grateful for the chargers in the couch that both the girls had put their phones in last night before he had to carry them to bed.

“Yeah, they’re still in the couch, listen. Come in here for a bit, say bye to Tess.” He ushers the girls in and Sarah hugs Tess and says goodbye while Ellie flops face first into his pillows, a muttered ‘bye Tess’ the only sign she was still awake. Tess nods at him and gives Sarah a little squeeze before mumbling about taking care of the flight and leaving him to what was bound to be a devastating conversation.

He looks at the two sleepy teens in his bed with fondness. You had been co-raising these girls as a band since they were born- or in Sarah’s case, dropped on his doorstep- and they had become a little unit. They weren’t related by blood, but they were sisters. It helps in moments like this to remember that what they lack in blood relatives, they make up for in the family you had built as a team.

“Wasn’t uncle Llewyn supposed to pick us up for breakfast?” Sarah mumbles as Joel positions himself in the middle of the bed, letting the two teens curl up at his sides like they have since they were babies.

“Yeah, that fucker decide to ditch us?” Ellie grumbles, crass and prickly just like her mom and uncle, it’s a Davis family specialty. While prickly and crass as you all were, physical touch had always been your love language, so as Ellie curls into him, he can feel the echo of your arms resting around his neck, cheek pressed to the top of his head as you lean all of your weight against his back. He can feel Llewyn, leaning back to back in the studio, picking at their guitars and making up nonsense lyrics to riffs they liked. It made the ache in his chest feel like a black hole, sucking all the life and vibrancy out of his body and replacing him with a shell. Joel sighs and sniffs and that’s when Sarah clues in. He sees her suck in a breath and look at him with big glassy eyes before her gaze falls on Ellie.

“Ellie? I don’t know how to say this but-“ Ellie’s head whips in his direction.

“No.” She says immediately scrambling away from him. “Fuck you. There’s no way.” She starts to tear up and Joel starts to tear up too. He knew this would be hard on Ellie, it would be hard on all of them, but Llewyn was her person.

“Ellie-“ Joel tries, but the girl scrambled off the bed before he can even blink.

“Fuck you, this isn’t funny. I’m calling mom.” She lets out a shuddering breath and rushes out of the room. He’s left with his own daughter who stares at him still in disbelief, grief barely contained in tiny little sobs.

“Come here baby.” Joel sighs, hugging her tight, and rubbing soothing circles on her back.

“Dad, what happened?” Sarah cries, hugging him tight. In an instant she’s so grateful that her dad is here, glad she’s not alone.

“Car crash, drunk driver.” Joel sighs, brushing Sarah’s hair from her eyes and kissing her forehead with a sigh.

“What about Sugar?” She asks,

Looking to the living room where she can hear her best friend crying to her mother.

“Your Auntie is fine, she’s just shook up. She’s headed home, we’re gonna head to Mimi’s place, less likely to get bothered out there.” He gives a humorless chuckle. “Tess booked a flight, and she’s on her way back.”

“He’s…” Ellie comes back into the room, slumped and hollowed out, it hurts his heart to see this normally brash and lively little girl so out of her sorts. “He’s really gone.” She sniffs and sits back down on the bed, accepting as Sarah curls around her in a hug. “M-my uncle he’s really dead Joel?” She looks to him as if maybe the answer would change, and it nearly breaks him when he has to say yes. Because he is gone, and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it.

“I’m so sorry kid.” He sighs wrapping both girls up in his arms as they continue to cry for their uncle. The next few days would be rough, but he would handle it. He would have to, for his little bit of family that’s left.

18 hours of turbulence and pitying

glances from stewardesses and passengers later, you were touching down in Austin and heading for the SUV someone booked to get you home. You barely remember the flight home, all of it padding in some fugue state of grief. You numbly rub your eyes and debark the plane, hoping nobody recognizes you as you’re headed out but no such luck could be your lot.

“Sugar! What happens to Llewyn!?”

“Sugar! Are you and Joel gonna relight the flame?”

“Sugar! Was it drugs?”

“Sugar! Will there be a tribute?”

“Sugar! Is this the end of The Family Affair?”

You shuddered at their questions, not wanting to answer but feeling like if there was ever a time to say your peace… it was now.

“We make it out of this fight

I’m gonna need you to wrap my hands

Stitching up my eyes

You know that blood can blind

And them was big old boys

Had fists like cinder and stone

I dodge a blade on a dime

And they was out to chat my throat… hmmm.” Joel’s hands on the feta felt clumsy and heavy, not used to the way the music flowed from his fingertips anymore. It used to be so fluid, but now the music was coming back like a swarm, clouding his mid with thoughts of you and Llewyn. The stingers of each barn threatening to put him in shock.

“Dad! They’re harassing Sugar at the Airport.” Sarah called from the living room couch where she and Ellie had been curled up since arriving at Bill and Frank’s farm. Ellie had been sullen the entire time, nothing about the usually lively and sassy girl had been present lately and Joel was really worried. He was hoping that your arrival would curb the girls grief, even if it would be like a knife to his very soul. He forgets Sarah called. He keeps playing.

“And I admit was tanked

And you could say I was pissing gin

It’s hard to see

Even if I close my eyes

It’s fifteen degrees

I’m gonna sleep outside

Cos I got no way to feel

Even if I close my eyes

I’m busted, laid up, and dry.”

He was still absentmindedly strumming the guitar on the porch, until Sarah called again for him. He meanders into the living room to see what she was talking about, and found Ellie angrily standing and glaring at the TV with tears in her eyes. “Fucking buzzards.

Can’t leave anyone alone for two minutes.” She mumbled, tucking herself into Joel’s side as he entered the room.

“I know kid, but look, your mom can handle it.” Joel nudges her to look at the screen and there you are, fuming and staring into a camera with a fiery look he knows all too well, the heat of your stare makes him shiver even in this imperfect imitation. You’re one scary lady, and it’s no wonder where Ellie gets her fire from. He knows your heat all too well, and now he wishes more than anything to bask in it once more, even if it meant the burn would kill him, he would willingly go up in flames.

“Llewyn was my brother. A good man, a good artist, and a good uncle. He is everything I ever needed him to be, and more. I just lost what’s left of my family, and all I want to do is make it back to my daughter, and instead I’m stuck here being harassed by you assholes. Listen carefully, I willingly share my personal life with you on a daily basis, but something’s aren’t meant to be shared, and some memories are meant to be respected. I found out about his death in front of the whole world, I don’t even know how he died. The Family Affair has been our whole lives, but right now? Right now I would take back every song, note, and show to have my brother back. So, when I have answers I’ll give them to you. Llewyn meant a whole lot to so many people, but he meant the most to me and my little girl, and right now? Well, right now you’re keeping me from her. So I’ll answer you one question and that will be this, My brother will be honored in whatever way we can, but I can’t do that until I’m with the people who will mourn him. So get the fuck out of my way.” And as if she was parting the Red Sea, men and women parted from her path like they couldn’t bear to be in her war path. Joel couldn’t blame them.

“That was Sugar Davis of The Family Affair at Fort Worth just twenty minutes ago. Her fiery telling off of the paparazzi coming just mere hours after learning of the death of her brother, lead singer of the worlds top selling country unit, Llewyn Davis. She was at a show in Paris when she learned of her brother’s death. We have not yet heard from the rest of the band, but our thoughts and prayers are with them in these trying times.” The reporter on the screen moves on to show clips of their concerts and Joel reached to shut off the TV when Ellie mutters for him to ‘shut that shit off.’

“See? Sugar always handles business.” Joel shrugs, holding both the girls who were still wrapped in a shroud of melancholia that he couldn’t stand. His sadness added to the mix made what would normally be an enjoyable place resemble a funeral parlor. “Ok, why don’t we watch a movie till Sugar gets here ok?” Sarah shrugs and Ellie mumbled her assent, so he turns the tv on and hits the button to bring up his Bill’s ancient VCR.

Instead of it playing the princess bride like it was previously, a home video plays, and suddenly he’s faced with his younger self. He must have been twenty something in this little tableaux, and you were a fresh faced 19. His hair was mussed where you had removed his hat, and your cheeks were red from the heat of the sun beating down on your grin. Your bare feet were perched on his boots, and the skirt of the blue dress you wore swished around your ankles where he spun you around. He was dancing with you to some tune by Willie Nelson, swaying back and forth while you lazily draped an arm around his shoulder and grasped a hand firmly in his. You smiled up at him like he hung the moon on a string, and he smiled at you like you put the stars in the sky. He remembered this day, how the world felt so small when he was with you. Llewyn and Tommy were waltzing together flamboyantly making fun of your little bubble you were in. Watching it back now his brother and best friend were a sight, but all he could remember of that day was how your eyes shone in the setting sun. Eventually they broke it up and must have settled in behind his Frank who was clearly filming.

“You all looked so happy, what was that about?” Sarah asks as the camera comes in close to where you were dancing as the song changes to Mommas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys, and your being swung around by Tommy while Joel and Llewyn link arms and diary do in a funny little jig.

“This was the day we found out we got a record deal.” Joel chuckles, watching his younger self celebrate with his best friends.

“You and Sugar were still together then?” Sarah asks cautiously. You had broken up before she and Ellie were born, and you dated again for a while until Sarah was about seven, then you split, and so did The Family Affair. That had been about seven years ago now.

“Yeah.” He nods as the film cuts out and switches to another shot of you in the studio with Llewyn and Tommy. He clearly hadn’t arrived yet, and you were sprawled out on the floor singing that same old Willie Nelson tune while Tommy napped and Llewyn wrote something down in his little red songbook. Bill was seated at the soundboard, fiddling with dials and switches, and Frank was obviously filming again. You had a barely there baby bump, and Sarah was almost a year old, this was right after you got back together. When Joel wanders into frame your eyes light up, and he can see Llewyn fondly roll his eyes as you cast the guitar aside, smacking Tommy in the shin and startling him awake. Then he sees himself get on the ground and hover above you, legs tangled together as he leans in for a kiss. Your giggle could melt the iciest of hearts, and Llewyn seemed to fondly smile as he watched you light up with joy. He was always your biggest cheerleader, and he didn’t know who was more devastated by your break up, him or TMZ.

“That was the day we recorded your favorite song Ellie Bellie.” Joel grinned and nudged the girl who was sniffling at the sight of her unbroken family. What she wouldn’t give to see them all together again. A rare sight since the band called it quits.

“Yeah? Looks like you’re about to sleep with my mom in a recording studio.” She jokes, as the young Joel on the screen passionately kisses every inch of your skin that is available to him.

“I can be party to this no longer!” Llewyn suddenly announces in the falsified drawl of a knight. “Unhand my sister you barbarian!” He bellows, tackling Joel away from you and beginning to wrestle him while yelling Shakespearean insults at him. Their silly old uncle Llewyn, as they remember him best.

Then the picture shifts again and there you are holding a tiny baby Ellie, while Sarah crouched over her, staring at the squishy baby Ellie with wonder.

“Tiny baby sister!” The baby Sarah squealed, gently rubbing her fingers up and down the baby’s belly.

“Yeah!” He could hear himself say from behind the camera. Llewyn is there too, sitting next to you and monitoring Sarah carefully, holding her tiny little hips so he can snatch her up if she gets too rough, but mostly just to be apart of this amazing moment between his two favorite girls in the entire world. He loved those kids, that much was for sure.

“Gentle, gentle hands with the baby. You’re doing so good with the baby Sarah. This is Ellie, your new best friend.” You smiled, hugging the toddler close while grinning at Joel who must have been behind the camera.

“God Joel, we got old!” Llewyn laughs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and grinning brightly at the camera. He can hear himself chuckle along with Llewyn. “But we’re lucky bas-“ Llewyn cuts himself off when Frank clears his throat to remind him the girls are present. “Boys though.”

“Yeah man, so lucky. Got the three prettiest girls in the world right here.” Young Joel says, the grin in his voice undeniable. The grin it brought to your face outshone the sun, and he remembers falling in love with you all over again.

“You weren’t together then. This was before you guys got back together.” Sarah muttered. Joel didn’t answer continuing to watch you hold both baby girls with all the joy in the world.

“Sugar said you broke up the first time you broke up was because you went to college?” Sarah questions and Joel nods, the first breakup was well before that video of you dancing on the porch with Joel. That was the day he dropped out of college.

“Yeah, we dated all through Highschool, and when I moved off for college we both got into relationships with your respective parents, and when they didn’t work out we got back together.” Joel mumbled.

“Then you broke up again.” Ellie mumbled bitterly. “I’m done with this, I’m going to bed.” Ellie mumbled, going to what looks to be the room she shares with Sarah, his daughter following after her.

Joel knows the girls harbor some resentment in their break up, Ellie more than most, and he hates himself all over again. He wishes he had done better, been better, but time does not heal all wounds, and this one might be worse than most.

Joel continues to sit and watch parts of his life play out in real time, and in his heart he knows, that the best days are already behind him. In the background, like some strange backing track to his misery, there it was, that same old Willie Nelson tune.

“I knew someday that you would fly away

For love is the greatest healer to be found

So leave me if you need to

I will still remember

Angel flying too close to the ground.”

In the other room, Sarah and Ellie lay head to head, limbs dangling off the edge of the bed in opposite directions while they talk about everything and nothing.

“Sarah? Do you ever think our parents would get back together? Like when we were little?” Ellie mumbled to her older sister.

Sarah ponders this, wanting to say yes, but knowing how much it would crush her if it didn’t work out again.

“I want to think so, yeah.” Sarah shrugs,

Turning her head to look at Ellie’s troubled face in profile. “Why?”

“I just… I can’t help but think we might have been given an opportunity here.” Ellie sighs, covering her face with her hands.

“Ellie… that’s…” Sarah sighed and Ellie jumped to her next thought.

“I know that’s fucked up, but think about it, nothing short of a tragedy could get them to come back home and spend time together, so why not use this really sad moment for good. It’s what Uncle Llew would have wanted! He always wanted mom and da- Uncle Joel to be together!” Sarah makes note of her sister’s slip but won’t acknowledge it, she would call Sugar mom if she knew it wouldn’t break her heart.

“Maybe you’re right, but let’s not push too hard. They’re both pretty upset right now, but I think you have a point.” Sarah sighs, sitting up and scrubbing her face as if to clear away the fog from her brain like a windshield.

“Well, those two fuckin brainiacs won’t be able to figure it out without a big push, but I’ll try to be subtle.” Ellie laughs, bumping foreheads with Sarah and grinning at the snort her sister lets out at her profanities.

“What are my girls giggling about in here?” The voice of the girls adoptive grandfather Frank drifts through the room they’re sharing and it’s like a balm to their souls.

“Frank!” They cry in unison, launching themselves at the older man with a grin.

“My babies! Oh I’ve missed you!” Frank chuckles, kissing both his adoptive grandchildren on the head with a fond little smile. “Was that a scheme I heard in here? Something about getting your parents back together?” He grins at them with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and they grin back, noting that they might have one more dog in the race.

“Yeah, you want in?” Ellie wiggles her eyebrows and Frank chuckles at the spirited little heathen.

“Well, Bill and I have been trying to do it for years, maybe they need just one more push.” He laughs, smoothing Ellie’s curls and squeezing Sarah’s hand. Those two girls really are a blessing to the old man, the glue that kept his little pack of adopted mutts in his care.

“Bill cares about wether or not out parents get together?” Sarah chuckles,the look on her face disbelieving.

“Don’t let that old hard ass fool you, he’s a softie for Sugar, always has been.” Frank rolls his eyes. Bill was technically your godfather, best friend and military

comrade of your deceased father, tasked with his children’s safety until you graduated high school when your dad died the summer before your senior year. Frank was his life long partner, and they had been together for as far back as you could remember.

Nobody fully stated the nature of their relationship, but everyone knew they were a pair, and nobody in your little pack of misfits could find it in themselves to care. If memory serves, Frank and Bill were rumored to have met while they both worked on a David Bowie tour in 70’s after Bill toured Vietnam with your dad. Bill was a sound engineer, and Frank was a costumer, they fell in love at a road crew Jam session. When Gay Marriage was legalized, you remember them disappearing for a weekend and showing back up with wedding rings. Your ecstatic little misfit family threw them a party, and Frank’s favorite photo of you all together is from that night. Everyone is in that photo, including both babies and Tess. Frank was like everyone’s favorite parent, the one you go to for advice and comfort, and Bill was the protector. When you moved in that summer after your dad died, Frank never questioned that your brother and his little pack of friends would be staples in his home. When Llewyn asked his Godfather it was an immediate no. Eventually though, Bill, whose only soft spot was for the little girl his friend charged him with when her mother died in child birth, cracked. When she begged, he let them stay, no matter how much he despised the troublesome Miller brothers who followed his god children like a plague.

Bill kept that bout of ill will for Joel and Tommy Miller until they beat up the boy who broke your heart and left you with Ellie until he was black and blue, then he found it in him to like the Miller boys a little, and that Joel sure could play the six string.

“He is Especially where his three favorite girls are concerned.” Frank winked at his granddaughters and they giggled. “We’re with your girls, and when your Uncle Tommy gets here, he’ll want in on the action too. Maria and I love playing matchmaker.”

“Thanks Grandpa Frank.” Ellie sighed, nearly squeezing the life out of the older man.

“No problem spitfire, it’s always a pleasure for to scheme with my babies.” He winks and gets up to leave the room, picking up a set of abandoned sheets that must have been for the guest room.

“Wait, if Tommy and Maria are coming to stay… we wouldn’t have enough beds.” Sarah mutters, looking curiously at where her Grandfather had just vanished.

“That scheming old fart!” Ellie laughed flopping into the pillows. While a grin bemused grin dawns on Sarah’s face “He’s making them bunk together!”

The older girl, newly clued in on the scheme, giggled with a sigh. “I love our family.”

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 9

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Panic/Anxiety attack. Alluding to sexual scenarios. Kissing. Fat shaming, name calling. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 2.7K

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Hi everyone!! I really don't feel great about this chapter, I'm sorry if it sucks. I kinda just want to get it out there though because I don't see my brain thinking up anything better. A lot of writer's block surrounding this scene. Anywho, hopefully next chapter will be better, but I still hope you like it. Although we allude to a little bit of sexual situations now that they are together, I likely will avoid explicit smut being that Pedro is a real human and I am a guilty, guilty human for writing any smut at all. I don't want to offend Pedro (not that he'd ever see it anyway, I am delusional), but I also know people find real person fiction uncomfy as a whole. That being said, I think this story may be coming to a close pretty soon. I plan to have maybe one more full storyline chapter, and at least one little side bonus chapter :) Please let me know what you think in the comments, or DM me if you wanna chat! I love hearing all your thoughts. Thank you for reading and hanging in here with me.

Before the screen even had a chance to load, you canceled the request. Nervously looking at Pedro, he held your hand under the table. “What is it?” he asked gently.

“I just realized,” you replied. “What if they ask about us? About those pictures? What should I say?”

Pedro answered with a gentle stroke of his thumb on your cheek. “Whatever you feel comfortable with. I'm sure I'll be fine with whatever you say, baby. I know your privacy is important to you, and I trust you. I'm all in with you.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath and once again began the stream.

“Live in 3…”

“2…”

“1…”

The fans began to file in, and before you knew it, you had thousands of viewers. Opting to start with your screen covered, you wanted to give an intro first before the big reveal. 

It wasn't long before the comments flowed across the screen. 

You took a deep breath, squeezing Pedro’s hand, and jumping in. “Hi everyone! It's me… a lot has been happening lately and I decided it might be time to show a little more of myself.”

-“First!”

-“Did she mean to start a live video ??"

-"Hiii! I'm a big fan"

-“Is she there??”

-“Do you guys see anything?”

“So… Here's me.” You turned on your camera, waving at the screen, your stomach twisting in deeper knots.

-“No fucking way.”

-“!?!!!!!”

-“SCREAMING”

“Hi… Some of you might know me, some might be surprised. But this is me. This is the girl behind the music.”

The comments flooded in, entirely too fast for you to read.

“I want to thank all of you for being fans and listening to my songs. It really means a lot and I hope you liked the album. Your support blows me away, especially with what little information about myself I've given.”

More comments.

“Well, I uh… guess I should read some of these comments and answer some questions. I'm sure there’s a lot you all are wondering about,” you stated nervously, starting to read.

-“Why did you hide your identity?”

“Why did I hide my identity… I hid my identity mostly based on poor self image. I never expected my music to gain popularity, never expected celebrities to know it. Never expected any of it, and it certainly brought its share of criticism. I was scared to be in the spotlight and I didn't feel like I looked good enough to be someone famous. You know? I'm not skinny, I have flaws, and that doesn't always sit well with the Internet. I guess I was mainly scared of how I would be perceived. I'm just a normal girl who had her whole life flipped upside down when I wrote my feelings down,” you laughed anxiously.

Choosing to ignore the storm brewing in the comments below, you addressed the earlier comment. “Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad I can make you feel more accepted by seeing more plus-sized people in the entertainment business. Everyone should feel seen and have a place at the table, no matter what you look like, or who you are.”

-“I think it's nice to have more celebrities that look kinda like me.”

-“You're so humble!!”

-“You should've stayed hidden lmao”

-“Shut up, asshole. Why are you here if you're going to be rude?”

-“I'm sure you're a real supermodel behind that keyboard bravery.. smh”

You weren't expecting someone to actually feel like you were representing them and making them feel seen. You didn't think you had enough of an impact for that. You certainly weren't treated that way when you weren't famous. Nobody really even noticed you before.

You could feel Pedro’s eyes on your face, his thumb swirling circles and hearts over the space of skin on the top of your hand, below your thumb. The place where his bullseye resides on his own. Does he trace that tattoo when he's nervous, the same way he is with me? Perhaps his tracing of your hand is calming himself as much as it is for you.

Desperately, you wanted to look over at him and be comforted by his deep brown eyes, but doing so would cause people to wonder who you made eye contact with and smiled at. So instead, you gave a gentle squeeze and a smile towards the screen, hoping he would understand. 

-“Hi, I'm a big fan of yours. Can I ask… is what you said on your album true? You've never been kissed before? I haven't either and I was starting to feel like I'm just a freak.”

“Oh, honey, you aren't a freak. Everyone has things happen at different times in their life. But yes, everything I wrote in my album at the time I wrote it was true. And don't worry, I have felt the same way. Seeing others be kissed, falling in love… having the things I wasn't, it really hurts. But it'll be okay.. nothing is wrong with you. You're deserving of love.”

You hoped they wouldn't pick up on your usage of past-tense wording. Pedro, still holding your hand, rubbed his other hand over your arm gently.

-“Wait… at the time you wrote it? What about now?”

The comments were going wild.

Welp…

Your hands shook, and you used your opposite hand to place on top of Pedro’s that gripped yours. He squeezed gently, feeling the nervous tremors pass through your body, continuing to rub gentle strokes over your arm with his opposite hand.

“Uhm…” your cheeks heated and your stomach sank.

“I've changed a lot since this album was first written. Experienced new things. But I'm still the same person.”

Shit.

-“Who did you kiss?! Is it the guy in your song?”

-“Will you tell us who the song is about?”

-“Wait a second… you're that girl aren't you!?!!!! The one in the pictures with Pedro Pascal!!!!”

-“OMG IT IS”

-“!!!!!!!”

-“IS HE THE GUY!?!”

-“ARE YOU DATING!?!”

The nervous tremors continued, now threatening to cause your teeth to chatter. A full panic attack was brewing. Pedro squeezed your hand again, touching your knee and trying to do his best to ground you without speaking up on your live video. Skipper could feel the waves of anxiousness pooling off of you as well and crawled forward to settle his body across your feet. You took a few calming breaths, but when you went to speak, your voice still betrayed you.

“I..” your voice cracked, shakiness evident as you could feel tears starting to edge their way towards your vision.

I can't do this. I can't do this. I need to shut it off.

You shut your eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to ease your nausea and stress. 

Keeping your eyes closed, you spoke. “Yes.”

You took another deep breath. “Yes it was me, yes the song was about him. Yes.”

You opened your eyes to read the comments, tears pooling down your cheeks as you couldn't hold back your emotion anymore.

This is so embarrassing. The first time I show my face I'm crying and having an anxiety attack in front of the whole world.

You swallowed, choking back the full sobs that your body wanted to let loose. Wiping your face with the back of your hand, you began to read the comments, expecting laughter, criticism, and bullying. Instead, you were met with kindness.

Coming back to your senses, you gave a shaky smile. “Thank you guys. I'm sorry for my emotions.” You sniffled. Pedro was still rubbing your hands and arms, comforting you, having never stopped. His eyes still bore into the side of your head, and you knew he was struggling to not speak up or grab you fully. 

-“Oh my God, are you okay?”

-“I didn't mean to make you cry I'm so sorry”

-“You and Pedro make a cute couple”

-“Oh no, please don't cry”

-“Idk if you guys are dating but you seem cute”

-“I'm so glad you guys are spending time together when he's the guy in your song”

-“It'll be okay, please don't be upset”

-“You're amazing, we love you”

“Yes, Pedro and I have been spending a lot of time talking after he publicly commented on my song a few months ago. The party was the first time we met in person and we're still figuring things out,” you let go of your worries and broke eye contact with the camera, looking to your side to meet Pedro’s gaze. “But… we're happy.” You smiled at him. He smiled back gently, squeezing your hand, worry and sadness plaguing his face over your well-being. Breaking eye contact, you looked back at the screen.

You giggled before answering “well, I think that's all we have time for today. Thank you all for joining me!” You silently clicked off the stream, closing the browser, turning off the computer, and turning to Pedro. He grabbed your other hand in his, now holding both. “Are you okay?” He asked, concern etched in his face.

-“AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

-“IS HE THERE WITH YOU!?!”

-“whaaaaat”

-“SCREAMING”

-“Shut. Up. This is insane.”

-“YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE I CAN'T TAKE IT”

“I think so,” you nodded.

“Seeing you panic and not being able to do anything without potentially making it worse… It killed me. I'm so sorry. I just wanted to pull you into my arms and end that video myself. I hated seeing you so upset.” He stared down at your intertwined hands, rubbing his thumb over them again. 

“I appreciate you being here for me,” you let go of his hand to stroke his cheek. “I couldn't have done that without you.” You met his eyes, leaning forward to rest against his forehead. He let out a shaky breath. “I love you. I'm so proud of you.”

“I love you too,” you replied with a smile. “Let's move to the couch, huh?” You asked, pulling him up from the chair. He stood, just as your phone rang, a call from Rose. You quickly answered.

“I saw the live stream. You did wonderful! Don't worry about any of the negative comments you saw or any stories that come out of this. I'll handle it all.”

“Thanks, Rose.”

“Anytime. Take care.” She hung up.

You updated Pedro as the two of you walked towards the couch. “Do you want breakfast?” He asked.

“Maybe in a minute. Can I just hold onto you for a few minutes?”

“I would love nothing more.”

He sat on the couch, you sitting next to him, before he gave you a look. “What?” you laughed. He patted his leg.

“Let me hold you.”

“I'm too heavy for that Pedro, don't be ridiculous,” you shook your head.

“You're the one being ridiculous.” He reached over, pulling you into his lap. “I'm too heavy! You're going to hurt yourself,” you whined.

“You're not too heavy. You're the perfect size, baby. Come here,” he pulled you forward, your body sliding down his thighs as he wrapped his arms around you. You straddled his lap, knees on either side of his hips while he rubbed your back gently. You placed your arms around him, nuzzling into his neck and closing your eyes. You both sighed, and he grabbed a blanket next to him to pull over your bodies. “I could stay like this for hours, wrapped in your arms” you sighed comfortably. 

“Why don't you?” He turned his head to kiss your lips. You lifted your face up, taking your head off his shoulder to kiss him deeper. The kisses were lazy and comfortable, holding each other and enjoying the warmth of being in each other's arms.

Finally the two of you broke the kiss, settling back on his shoulder, him tilting his head to lean against yours. His hands sprawled over your back, pulling you forward a bit to adjust in his lap. You let out a soft whimper at the contact, fully aware of the location your bodies connected at the moment. “Feel how much you mean to me?” He asked, his breath ghosting your ear as he pulled your hips forward again. You whined. “Yes..” you answered breathlessly. The temptation to keep doing that was overwhelming. But he once again wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back as the two of you comfortably dozed off, finally relaxed after so much stress of the morning.

Hours later, you stirred, feeling Pedro still underneath you. At the feel of you moving, he stretched a bit before settling with his arms around you again. “Morning, baby” he hummed. “Guess we fell asleep,” you smiled.

“Some of the best sleep I've had in a while, here with you.”

“Same here.” You blinked your eyes open, kissing him on the lips with a peck. “What time is it?”

He turned his head to look at the clock on your TV. “5 o’clock” he laughed. “Guess we both needed some rest.” 

“Mmmm, I guess so,” you hummed, settling into him more.

“Good thing I brought nonperishables. Are you hungry?”

You pondered. “Yeah, I am,” you looked into his deep brown eyes. “Breakfast for dinner?” You smiled at him.

“Sounds perfect.” He pecked your lips before you slid off his lap, the two of you standing to stretch. It wasn't long that you two stood apart before you leapt forward again to give him a hug. He laughed, hugging you back. “I'll never get tired of being in your arms,” you smiled into his chest, breathing in his scent.

“I'll never get tired of holding you in mine,” he pulled his face back to look at you.

“Now let's eat! I'm starved,” you scampered towards the kitchen, him giving a gentle pat to your butt before hugging you from behind as you grabbed the breakfast foods. You giggled, setting food on plates as he kissed your neck, still wrapped around you from behind. “I'm starving too,” he replied back to your earlier statement with a growl, biting your ear.

“Pedro!” You giggled, smacking his arm gently. He chuckled, pulling away and grabbing his plate as you both headed to the table.

The two of you ate, filling the space with light conversation, both of you occasionally sneaking Skipper some bites under the table. He could get used to having two humans spoiling him.

The chatter came to a natural pause, eating in silence and smiling at each other across the table. Pedro stopped eating, wiping his hands and continuing to stare at you. You laughed, asking him what was up. Suddenly, he looked nervous.

“I, uh…” he rubbed his neck. “I was going to wait until after we had at least a first date to say this, but…” he trailed off, and your mind spiraled. Is he breaking up with me? Is he not interested anymore? What's wrong?

“I was wondering if… you'd be my girlfriend? Exclusively?” His cheeks flushed.

You stammered, dropping your fork on the plate. “You… you want… me to be your girlfriend?” You smiled.

He nodded. “If… you'll have me.”

“You want to be my boyfriend?” He nodded again, looking down at the table.

“Yes. Yes, are you kidding? Please! I'd love nothing more.” You grinned, jumping out of your chair to move to him.

He stood, pulling you into a hug. “Really?” He smiled at you.

“Really,” you nodded. “Now kiss me,” you held his face.

“Gladly,” he pulled you closer, kissing you deeply, his tongue asking for entrance to your mouth. You squealed, surprised, but letting him in. You'd never experienced this sensation before. But it was… incredible.

He licked your lips, the two of you exploring the inside of each other's mouths, tongues dancing together. The kiss was heated and deeper than ever before, both of you finally pulling away for air, him coming back in to peck your lips a few times, sucking your lip between his own. You sighed shakily. “Wow.”

“I love kissing you,” he smiled against your lips.

“I love kissing you. You're a good kisser,” you smiled back.

“So are you,” he smirked. “My beautiful girlfriend.” He gave a kiss. “How about that date tomorrow?” He pulled away to look at you, letting his hand rub across your lower back, just above your butt.

“I'd love to,” you stroked his face. “My handsome boyfriend.” You wrapped your arms around him again, blissfully.

“Tomorrow,” you two sighed in unison.

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 8

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Kissing. Fat shaming, name calling. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 2.8k

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Hi all! I know this one took a lot longer than previous. I was on vacation and then went straight into my work week. I almost thought about ending it after the last chapter but I realized there's still some loose ends! Also I gotta say I'm really overthinking the voicing for Pedro, but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. This chapter entirely got away from me and wasn't the plot I anticipated, haha. Once again, thank you all for reading. I love all the comments, messages, and asks I get about my story and it honestly blows me away. Please continue to like, reblog, and let me know what you think! Love to you all!

Also I made dividers! Weeehooo

The rest of the evening was filled with kisses, cuddles, and sweet nothings whispered to each other through smiles. It was just a quarter after midnight when Pedro finally pulled his lips away from yours and looked at the clock. Turning to set his forehead on yours once again, he quietly spoke.

"I should probably get home, Princesa," he punctuated with another kiss.

You let out a whine, but knew you weren't ready for it to move much further than this too quickly. "What time is it?" You kissed him.

"It's already after midnight." He kissed.

"Hmm," you hummed with another press of your lips to his. "And I never even turned into a pumpkin." Kiss.

"I don't think that's how the story went, mi amor," he ran his hand over your hair, kissing your lips, your cheek, below your ear, and finally your neck.

"Mmmm," you sighed, tilting your head to give him better access. "I can't really think clear enough about how that story went right now." You ran your fingers through his curls.

He kissed down your neck again a few times before gently nibbling your earlobe. Your breath caught in your chest.

"We should really slow this down and call it a night," he whispered directly into your ear. You felt his nose brush your hair and his warm breath on the side of your face. 

You sighed with a pout of your lips. You knew he was right. It was too soon into the relationship - or whatever this is - to go any further. But damn, would you be lying if you said you didn't want it.

"I know, baby. I know." He sighed in response, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

He pulled back, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, and adjusting in his seat, pulling his sweater down further over his waist. You tried to ignore it, but you couldn't help letting your eyes drift down a little lower towards the area he was trying to cover. He placed his hands in his lap, clearing his throat. You looked back up at his face, noticing his cheeks turning a pink hue.

Guess I'm not the only one feeling a little excited here, you thought with a smirk at the idea of you making him react this way. You rubbed your thumb across his reddened cheek. "Don't worry, baby. Me too," you sighed, feeling a little antsy and frustrated yourself. His eyebrows raised, mouth pulling into a mischievous sideways smirk. 

The two of you let out a nervously happy laugh. "Maybe… I could take you on a real date soon? If you would like that?" Pedro asked, looking at you once again with those big brown eyes. "I would love that, Pedro. More than anything." You pecked his lips once more, running your hand over his bicep.

He kissed you back before pulling away with a small laugh. "Okay, I gotta go, baby. I'm enjoying this a little too much, and we should probably cool it down." He gave another nervous laugh.

"Sorry," you giggled. "You're kind of addicting, and you don't know how long I've waited for this. Kissing. Mutual feelings. Romance…" you trailed off with a grin.

"Love?" He asked, holding your cheek and giving a soft smile.

"Yes. That too." You closed your eyes, leaning into his cheek. "But that still sounds so wild to me.  I'm scared to say it to you in case you'll change your mind, or realize you don't feel the same, or that it's too soon for… that word, or…" you rambled quietly, your insecurities creating a wall you know all too well.

"That just isn't true, sweetheart. I know it's soon, and we technically just met, but we've been talking for several months now. We've talked nearly every day. I started to realize I might love you a while ago, but seeing you for the first time over video really made me know for sure. Getting to meet you in person somehow even made me fall harder," he held your hand in his.

"After just one meeting? I mean, it's just… people that have known me for years haven't felt that way, and someone like you? Someone famous and beautiful and so much more experienced and mature than me… I just.. I don't want to push you away, but I can't help but worry that you'll change your mind or it isn't real and it's all just going to… vanish," you looked down at your connected hands, closing your eyes to swallow your emotions.

"Hey.. don't do that. Don't put yourself down or build those walls. I fell in love with your music and your voice the first time I heard it. Getting to know you through text and finally talking to you on the phone, getting to learn all your quirks and your sense of humor, your personality. You. I don't know how anyone could not fall in love with you, and I was scared to let it happen. I told myself not to get wrapped up in relationships. That it would just cause more heartache that I couldn't go through again. But somehow you lured me in like a siren and I couldn't ignore it. I heard your song and wanted to know you. I talked to you and needed more. I don't care that you weren't famous before, and that you don't have a lot of experience with relationships. And any other insecurities you have can just go away, because they aren't true. You are beautiful. You're funny, smart, sweet, and you have the most beautiful voice and heart of anyone I know. I knew you were beautiful before I saw you, and I fell so hard when I finally saw you for the first time."

"Pedro…" you blinked at him.

"The constant thought that you already loved someone, and it, to my knowledge, wasn't me, hurt every day I talked to you. But I couldn't stay away. I just kept wanting to be closer. I want to be with you. If anything, I wonder why you would want to be with someone so much older than you. Someone who can't love you the way you deserve, without paparazzi and fans and spotlights. I hope you won't change your mind. Because despite my best efforts to avoid relationships, I fell in love."

You had tears in your eyes as you looked up from your lap to meet his eyes. "I love you Pedro."

"I love you too." He kissed your lips once again, and as he pulled away, he said your name in a whisper. "Believe me, having to stop kissing you is just as difficult for me too. Maybe tomorrow I can take you on that date?" He asked, standing up with your hand in his.

"I'd love to go on a date with you," you smiled at the ground, cheeks heating. 

"Great! I'll talk to you tomorrow," he kissed your cheek before kneeling down to give Skipper a gentle rub and receiving several wet doggy kisses. The two of you laughed as Pedro stood, wiping his face on his sweater. "What can I say, I like kisses from everyone in this household." He winked.

"Okay cheeseball, get outta here," you gently shoved him before giving a final kiss and waving goodbye to him.

The next day, you were sleeping in, feeling relaxed and happy, like you finally could rest easy. It was around 11 AM when your phone rang, waking you up from your deep, peaceful slumber. Blinking your eyes open to see the morning sun beaming through the window, you stretched and grabbed your phone, looking at the clock as you did so. It was Pedro calling.

Cheerily, you answered the phone, though your voice betrayed you, still sounding groggy and cracked having just awoken. "Morning Pedro!"

"Baby… were you crying?" He asked, sounding concerned.

"What? No? I just woke up. Why would I be crying after having such a nice night with you?" You giggled.

He didn't laugh. In fact, he was a bit quiet. Unusual for the bubbly personality he usually was. "Pedro?" You asked after a beat of silence, suddenly feeling nervous.

He sighed and said your name in a tone that sent a chill down your spine. "I think you should check your phone. It's… something's happened. You should see it yourself. I just… I'm so sorry. I hope you'll forgive me."

Your blood ran cold. What is he talking about?

"Pedro, I don't under-" he interrupted you. "Please. I'm sorry. Just, you should read through everything and think things through. I hope you'll still want to call me back and talk. Goodbye. I love you." He hung up the phone.

With shaky hands, you looked at your phone. 45 missed text messages, 10 of which were from Pedro. 200 notifications on your personal Instagram. 20 emails. 

What the hell?

You first opened Pedro's texts.

"Baby. I'm so sorry. I should've never dragged you into all this, I'm so sorry."

"I'm sure you've seen by now, I'm so sorry."

"Please forgive me."

"I know you probably want your space, but I hope you're okay. I love you."

"Baby?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm getting worried"

"Can we talk?"

"I hope you're just asleep or something."

"I never meant for this to happen."

What. The hell. Happened?

The other messages were from family and friends, all seeming to be freaking out about something. Still confused, you finally came across your answer.

News articles flooded your page. 

"Pedro Pascal Seen Leaving Party with Mystery Woman"

"Pedro Pascal Enjoys Halloween Party with Date"

"Pedro Pascal: New Girlfriend??"

"Pedro Pascal: Matching Costumes with Unknown Girl"

Oh shit.

Photo, after photo, after photo. You kept reading.

"Mystery Girl's Co-Worker Speaks Out!"

"Unknown Woman Is Pedro Super Fan"

"Pedro Pascal Dating Obsessed Fan?"

"Pedro Pascal Being Stalked By Woman"

Okay this is getting absurd. 

You clicked on the coworker article. Sure enough, your coworker, one you always thought was rude, had thrown you under the bus. Your name was out there now, thanks to her. "She and I go way back. We're practically besties. And yeah, she's totally in love with Pedro Pascal. Obsessed even."

That. Bitch, you thought angrily.

It was time to call your agent, Rose. You already had several missed calls from her, and she knew all about Pedro and your crush. She had become your confidante. You dialed her number and she quickly answered on the first ring.

"Rose! What should I do? There's pictures of me everywhere. My name is out there. My coworker commented on it. I haven't left my bedroom yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if they've found out where I live. I'm so scared. I don't know how to deal with this kind of thing."

You were on the verge of tears.

"First of all sweetheart," she calmly answered in her southern twang, "take a deep breath." You did what she said, though it hardly seemed to help.

"Second of all, I've been working on some fixin' since it all caught wind this mornin'. Things are startin' to calm down. Nobody seems to know that you're that singer, either. They just think you're some girl who managed to meet Pedro. But, I will say I think this may be the push you need. It might be time to tell the world, sugar. How you choose to do that is up to you, but don't you worry, I'll put out the fires."

You took a deep breath and sighed. "I think you're right. It was only a matter of time."

"Have you talked to Pedro yet?"

Shit. Pedro.

"Sort of. He called and woke me up. He apologized and basically hung up, telling me to call when I read everything. But I had a bunch of texts from him. He kept apologizing."

Rose clicked her tongue. "That poor sweet man. None of this was his fault. You know that too, right, darlin'? This is just what happens in show business. It ain't fair, but it also isn't his fault."

"I know that, Rose. He didn't do anything wrong. I got so caught up in all the headlines that I immediately called you and forgot to call him back. I bet he feels awful. I should get back to him. I hope he's okay, too. He only seemed concerned for me, but most of those headlines were actually about him and his dating life. I can't believe I put him through that." You suddenly realized what he may also be feeling after his confessions last night about avoiding relationships, and the inability to give you privacy from paparazzi.

Rose sighed. "Now if you don't call that sweet man, I will! You two lovebirds are perfect for each other. Apologizin' and feelin' awful for one another when neither of ya did anything wrong. Go get 'im. And hang in there, love. It'll all work out, trust me."

Your cheeks heated at her words about you and Pedro. "Thanks Rose. You always know what to say."

You two hung up and immediately you called Pedro.

"Pedro… I'm so sorry."

"Hon- wait what? Why are you sorry??"

"Those headlines were about you too, and your dating life and history. I hate that you were dragged into all this drama."

"Honey, no, please don't worry about me. Are you okay?? I know this is new for you and some of those articles were pretty mean. And that coworker of yours!? Clearly not a friend. How are you feeling?"

You took a deep breath. "Honestly, P, I'm so stressed. But I talked to my agent and she really talked me down. She said she's been playing crisis management all morning and it's dying down. But she does think it's time I tell the world who I am."

"Oh… babe. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I was so selfish, I just wanted to see you and I didn't think about the consequences. I should have known this would happen."

"Pedro, please don't feel bad. None of this is your fault. She's right, it's time. I couldn't keep it a secret forever. And the party was not a great experience, but honestly, last night was one of the best nights of my life."

"So.. you still want to be with me?" He asked, cautiously.

"What? Yes, what kind of question is that? I love you, Pedro. Of course I want to be with you. Did you change your mind?"

"No!" He answered quickly. "I want to be with you."

"Good!" You smiled for the first time since seeing all the turmoil today. "I guess I better figure out my plans for the big reveal. I have some ideas, but…" you trailed off, pausing a few seconds.

"What is it, baby?"

"I don't want to make you feel like you have to if you don't want to, but… would you come over? I think I'll go on Instagram live, and I don't want to be alone. You don't have to be in the shot, I just want your presence there. You make me happy. Just you, me, and Skipper together today."

"Of course. Anything. I'll be there."

"Thank you, P. Give me an hour?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then. I'll bring you breakfast."

"Thank you, Pedro. You're really too good to me."

"No such thing, mi amor. You deserve it."

The conversation ended, and you showered, thinking through your words for the internet. Picking out the perfect outfit and place in your house for the big reveal, it wasn't long before the hour was up and Pedro was knocking on your door with breakfast and drinks in hand.

"Yum! Thank you, Pedro." You helped him carry, and then kissed him deeply, pouring all your love into the kiss, letting all your stresses of the day fade into pure love. He kissed you back, pulling you in closer by your lower back. "I wasn't sure if you were too stressed to eat, so I got things that would be okay to reheat, or leave out until you felt up to it."

"You're the best, you know that?" You rubbed his cheek.

"Mmmm, that's yet to be revealed, mi amor" he raised an eyebrow and winked, pulling you in for another kiss. You giggled, feeling bubbles of nerves and butterflies in your stomach at his implications. But now was not the time for those thoughts. You had more pressing matters.

Pedro noticed your stress shift. "You ready?" He asked while squeezing your arm. "I'm about as ready as I'm gonna be, I guess," you shrugged. "Let's do this." You stated, him answering with a curt nod.

The two of you made way to your music room, setting up your tablet in the right place near your desk. He sat in a chair just on the other side of you, outside of view, but close enough to make you feel more at ease. He was even close enough to hold your hand under the desk if you needed. Meanwhile, Skipper sat under the table near your feet, willing to keep you company when he could tell you were unhappy.

"Here we go," you breathed. You clicked the button to go live, and the stream began.

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 3

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Gif creds to @bestintheparsec

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 2.5K

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Sorry this took so long. Work :( But I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think. :) Thanks for reading!

-Pedro's POV-

The warmth of the midday sun beamed through the window as Pedro glanced nervously at his watch. 12:55PM. Finally, he grabbed his laptop and lay down on his couch with a soft *flump*. He quickly typed in "The Jazz and AllyKat show" into the search engine and opened up the website for your interview, just in time for it to begin broadcasting live. He knew you wouldn't be visible, but he would be lying if he said he hadn't been waiting anxiously since they announced it two days ago.

He was interested in hearing more about you. Hearing your voice speaking instead of just singing. Hearing the passion and levels of expression you may portray. Do you have an accent? A high or low voice? A lisp or a stutter? A rasp? You were such a mystery to him and the world, yet your shared conversation over Instagram the other day was so heartfelt. He appreciated your candor and vulnerability, especially in show business.

He couldn't figure out why… but ever since he heard your song, he couldn't stop thinking about you. There was something about you that seemed to draw him in. He was impressed with your lyrics and swooned at your voice. That voice! But with everyone contemplating who you were and who you liked, Pedro didn't want to be another one of those people, making you feel pressured. But he was certainly curious. 

The video began and he listened intently, not wanting to miss a single word. When your voice chirped a hello to the interviewers and listeners, his heart skipped a beat. He swore it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. He was drawn to you and wanted to learn anything he could, so he listened, trying to keep his breathing as silent as possible to not miss it. Why am I feeling like this? We've only had one conversation. Why am I so drawn to her, especially when she's already in love with someone?… he interrogated himself.

The interview discussed your favorite color, animals, and books, which Pedro vowed to read as soon as he could get to a bookstore. You listed off your favorite films and shows. However, although you had a great taste in cinema, he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that none of his roles were on your list. Clearly it's not you she loves, so you can put that out of your head now. He should feel relief, but instead he feels hollow at that realization.

When asked who your best friend is, you gush about your guy bff. You talk about how much you love him. How cute and sweet he is. Pedro can't help but feel a bit jealous of this guy who you love so much. But he listens on, his heart perking up and bubbling over when he hears you finally explain that your best friend is your dog.

Not only does she have a dog, but he's her best friend. And the way she talks about him is so…adorable, he thinks, gushing over your shared love of the fuzzy animals. He wonders what your dog's name and breed is, but you refuse to answer that question from the interviewers, for fear that someone may recognize his name and breed, tying him to you. The interviewers make a joke on your paranoia, which you ignore and Pedro scoffs at, their lack of understanding poking a protective instinct inside of him.

The conversation suddenly rolls into celebrity crushes and his chest tightens. But before they can ask you, he hears the air horn signaling the amount of viewers. Although he's disappointed to miss the potential answer you may have given, he also feels that strange protective feeling over you again, making him feel annoyed at the interviewers, knowing your desire for privacy. His thoughts only shift into a possessive manner for a millisecond before Ally proposes the possibility of your crush potentially listening to the show. His heart and emotions are on a bumpy roller coaster and he's practically jittery at the anticipation. He's leaning in to hear your answer when the door to his house barges open and a frustrated Oscar Isaac walks in, complaining in Spanish.

Startled, Pedro slams his laptop closed and flings it towards the coffee table, nearly spilling his drink. He yells questioningly, wondering why his best friend is barging into his home unannounced. Oscar is fully in the living room now, hands on his hips and ready to rant again. But before he has a chance to continue his argument with Pedro, he squints. His eyes look to the laptop, then to Pedro, now standing and looking frazzled after jolting up from the seat. He looks at Pedro's face again, eyebrow raised questioningly, and points to the laptop. "Were you watching porn?"

Pedro is dumbfounded, and if he wasn't on such high alert, he would've thought to lie and say he was watching porn. Instead he blurts "NO, I was not watching porn." It sounded like a lie. Oscar looks again from the laptop to Pedro, noticing his flushed cheeks and giving him a once over from head to toe, looking for any tells, other than the blush and the panic. "Yeah right, you slut. Let's see then."

Oscar reaches for the laptop, and Pedro grasps for it too, just a second behind. Too slow. Pedro argues "I wasn't. Not that it should matter, seeing as I'm in my own HOME… alone. Or should I say previously alone." Pedro throws his hands up in frustration. Oscar just laughs. "Okay let's see what you're so interested in then, that you don't even hear me knocking on your door or trying to contact you." He cracks open the computer.

"You're watching…an interview?" Oscar looks at Pedro, confused at why he would be so wigged out over a talk show. "I told you," Pedro replies, pointedly. Oscar glances back at the computer again, his brow suddenly relaxing and his lips turning into a mischievous smirk. "Ohh. I see… This is that girl you defended in your interview, huh? Someone got a little crush?" 

Pedro rolled his eyes and scoffed, trying to push away the warmth grazing his cheeks. "No. I don't have a crush. I was just looking for something to do and saw it pop up on my page…" Pedro rambled on, "plus it's just curious how much she's keeping a secret, you know? Everyone is wondering about these things." Oscar listened, amused, and Pedro continued. Please stop talking, Pedro thought to himself. "Plus I don't even know her. A crush? That's ridiculous."

"She doesn't know that guy in her song either and she managed a crush… and you defended it," Oscar said matter-of-factly. Pedro rolled his eyes, and Oscar continued. "Are you hoping her crush is on you?" 

Pedro sputtered out a quick answer. "Please. She sounds young... it's probably on someone like Harry Styles. Why would she have interest in an old man like me?" Oscar patted Pedro's shoulder. "You're too hard on yourself." Pedro ignored him and continued, "plus you know how I feel about relationships." 

"Yeah yeah…" Oscar continued in a mocking tone, hand pretending to be a sock puppet while he recited, "I don't have the time to properly grow a relationship, I don't want to get hurt, I'm focusing on my career…" Pedro ignored his mocking tone and simply agreed with the recitation. "Yes… now… Why did you feel the need to barge in here unexpectedly?"

"It wouldn't have been unexpected had you checked your messages. I texted you four times and even messaged your Instagram when I didn't get a reply," Oscar defended. 

"You know I'm not a texter," Pedro disputes.

"Yeah, no shit, abuelito. How many messages are unread on your phone? 600?" Oscar banters.

Pedro hastily defended himself. "No! I call them back! And abuelito!? Really?" He tuts. "You're not far behind me, pendejo. Plus you know I never check my Instagram messages either. I hardly even log on. You should've called me instead."

"I did. Twice. Anyway, I wanted to see if you were still available to watch the kids later. Buuuut, after not hearing back, I just decided to check on you. Glad to see you're alive, and clearly just distracted." Oscar wiggles his eyebrows.

Pedro crosses his arms, ignoring Oscar's last remark. "Yes, of course I'll watch the kids. Go enjoy yourselves!"

"Thanks P. You're the best… and I know I'm picking on you, but I just want you to be happy. I think if you like this girl you should try and talk to her. Dust off the cobwebs of your Instagram and actually message her or something."

I already have… Pedro thinks, running his thumb across his bottom lip. "Thanks, man."

Oscar left with a friendly pat on Pedro's shoulder. "See you later tonight then with the kids!"

Upon closing the door, Pedro sped over to his laptop again, hopeful that your interview hadn't ended yet. Fortunately for him, it was still recording. He hoped he hadn't missed anything.

The interviewer named Ally spoke. "Nice try. You know who we're trying to find out about. Has he, the man of your dreams and star of your lyrics, contacted you at all? Will we see a romance blooming?"

Pedro's heart pounded so loud he feared he would miss your answer. If she says yes… his mind entertains, not knowing the answer to the rest of that thought.

You spoke, hesitantly, and he felt the protective urge creep over him again. He wanted to know the answer but he hated hearing you uncomfortable . "I uh… I have received a lot of messages, some of them from celebrities."

He swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat.

The interviewers replied excitedly. "Yeeeeaaaah?????"

There's a long pause. The silence is deafening, apart from the booming timpani of Pedro's heartbeat.

You answered, so softly he almost missed it. "Yes. We've talked."

He stopped breathing. 

"Did you tell him it was him? Did you admit you love him?"

"Absolutely not. It was just a nice conversation," you laughed.

We had a nice conversation…

"Will you tell us who he is? At least a description? An initial?" Jazzy asked, desperate for answers.

Ally chimed in "anything! We're starving here."

You giggled before answering. The most beautiful laugh he's ever heard. "I won't do that much, but I will say… he has brown curly hair... Gorgeous brown eyes… And he seems really funny and nice."

I have curly brown hair and brown eyes.. maybe it could be me, his heart offered the idea. I try my best to be funny and nice too.

It could also be Tom Holland. Or Dylan O'Brien. Or some other young actor, his self-doubt chimes in. But he also knew based on your eye color descriptor, that it wasn't Harry Styles, shutting down his earlier guess.

Ally lets out a huff. "That's a pretty broad answer but I guess it narrows out a few people.."

"Well we have another surprise. A way to narrow it down a little more…" Jazz proposes.

"Oh? What's that?" You replied. Pedro could hear the nervousness in your tone.

Jazz continued "I asked our tech to work his magic, and he managed to pull a list of our viewers during the highest number of people tuning in…"

Pedro's heart picked up speed.

"Then, since he's so good at working a computer, he was able to filter it further, running the names through the web and pulling out any celebrities. We have a list here and all you have to do is read through and say if he's on the list of viewers. The only ones who would know are the three of us. Of course if he's watching, he will also know if he's in the running or not."

You stuttered out, "o-okay.."

There was a long pause on your end while you read, and Jazz and Ally filled in the space with chatter.

Pedro sat, waiting nervously for your answer.

"Uhm… no. None of these names.." you finally answered.

His heart sank. It wasn't him. You didn't love him.

"That's disappointing," Ally answered. "I had really hoped he was listening. I'm sorry. I thought when we filtered through the viewers with our celebrity listener filter, we'd have some luck."

"It's okay.. he's probably busy or something.." you answered, though your disappointment was hard to hide. "Maybe he will listen later when he has time."

Pedro was logged in on his account. His name would've been on that list, and you just confirmed, without calling him out personally, that he wasn't the one you loved.

The interview soon ended and he closed his laptop with a sigh, flopping back onto his couch. He had hoped to message you and tell you he watched the video. But now he didn't see the point in it. You already knew he watched it, and you probably didn't care. He closed his eyes and eventually decided to try and ignore his feelings. You don't even know her. Don't be stupid. It's just a crush.. a stupid, hopeless crush..

Looking out the window, Pedro noticed the sun setting outside and glanced at the clock on his stove. Realizing Oscar would be back soon with the kids, he decided he needed to snap out of it. Put on a happy face before babysitting duty. He began straightening up the house and getting things ready before finally turning on a cartoon movie just in time for them to arrive. 

Oscar greeted him, and sat the kids in front of the movie. He knew his friend well enough to see through his smile and know he was upset about something. But he also could tell Pedro needed some space to sort things out in his mind first before he was ready to talk. So he left the kids with a profuse thank you, and headed out the door, leaving Pedro alone with his thoughts and two small bundles of energy.

Unbeknownst to Pedro, you looked through the list of celebrity viewers, scanning for his name. But thanks to his friend's intrusion, at the time that they filtered the list, he was disconnected from the live video. He wasn't on the list you saw.

Kept busy with the kids, it wasn't until they were back home with their parents that Pedro was forced to think about his feelings. Maybe he would still message you either way. You probably needed more friends and allies in this business, and he did enjoy talking to you, even if he wasn't the one you loved. If you didn't want to form a friendship with him back, that was fine too. But he would try. Still, his disappointment was settling in his heart. He didn't realize how much he was starting to care about you until you said he wasn't on that list.

So with the shared belief that neither of you cared about one another, you both went to bed, you both felt heavy in your hearts, and you both couldn't help but feel light tears spilling onto your cheeks as sleep eventually took over.

Equally unknown to you, he was watching, and he planned to watch it again when the video was posted, just to hear you talk a little bit longer. Just to learn more about you. Learn the tiny personality quirks he could pick out from your voice. Things that make you who you are, until maybe he could meet you in person. 

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