#mr. loverman

[ghostly-wisp]

MR. LOVERMAN, CHAPTER 2

i finished this at like 2am after last night's episode so like?? ignore how rushed it might seem i was tired

warnings—mentions of alcohol (reader gets drunk)

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A couple of months went by, a lot faster than how Pedro expected it to be. Before he knows it, it's nearly Thanksgiving break. and soon, it's going to be time for winter vacation. By then, the year will already be halfway over.

Thanksgiving break wasn't as big of a deal to students, because the break was shorter. It was just a long weekend, but still–a break is a break nontheless. The worst day was the Monday before, and the Monday after. 

Mondays never used to bother Pedro, frankly, he didn't mind waking up early and driving to work while the sun was still coming out, however, some moving into the apartment complex — the neighbors are less than considerate. They blast their crappy remixed music until ungodly hours of the night, which resulted in him getting a lot less sleep than before, and he couldn't quite enjoy the sun anymore. He wonders if he should've kept the house in the divorce–he paid for it after all. Though he wouldn't feel as happy in it anymore, it wouldn't be home. 

He can't think of the details of his divorce for too long, it'll either make him feel upset or angry. As he's going to work, he can't be either of those things. The students shouldn't see him like that, and some of them are already upset and angry enough for both of them. 

He drives into the staff parking lot at 7:02, which gives him just barely enough time to get into his classroom and prepare for the day ahead. He had a good week before vacation planned, all his students were going to the lab — he finally got the okay to perform the elephant toothpaste experiment — and he was sure that the kids would love an experiment like that. He gets his bag filled with yeast, water, and food coloring – and he's off into the building.

He can tell the staff doesn't want to be here either, their huge coffees and barely awake mumbling. He can only imagine how the students will be. Only four days, then it's a long weekend and Thanksgiving. He's only halfway to his classroom when he notices you're not too far in front of him in the hall, so he calls your name. 

When you turn–you smile at the sight of your friend, honestly, you thought it would've been Jen or someone else you just didn't have the energy to talk to at the moment. "Morning, Pedro." you hum, stopping in your tracks to allow him to catch up. "What's the plan for today?" 

"Elephant toothpaste!" He exclaims, turning the corner to the hallway of both your classrooms. He's already talked your ear off about this experiment – so you didn't need to ask about it again. If there was anything he was more passionate about than teaching, it was science. It's what made him such an effective teacher. "And you?"

"Nothing special. I had a test planned but honestly, I might just put on a movie." giving them a test would be pointless, and probably just piss your students off. He nods as if he heard your thoughts, "That would probably be better." 

You smile, stopping at your door and finding your room's key on the Keychain. "A couple of other teachers and I are going out after school on Thursday, to celebrate the vacation." You tell him, he's standing up against a locker watching you struggle with your keys before finally pushing your classroom door open. "Probably to some bar, you're welcome to join us. If you want." 

It feels nice to be included in work parties like this, to have the chance to interact with people you work with for hours on end five times a week, outside of an environment where you have to watch what you say and force this sort of politeness. However, the age thing made it harder for him.

The age gap doesn't stop him from being friends with the other teachers—the technology teacher just around the corner was fifteen or so years older than Pedro, though he can assure you he won't be at this gathering. He can already imagine the crowd it will likely be, you, Sam, and a bunch of other teachers in their late twenties to early thirties. He would be out of place, too old to be hanging out with the youth. God forbid you wanted to dance — the last time he danced was at his wedding, ten years ago. "I dunno," he says after a few moments of contemplating, playing with the lid of his coffee cup, following "Don't you think – I'll be a little out of place?" He decides to put it lightly, instead of, don't you think I won't fit in because I'm old?

"Don't be ridiculous," you dismiss, waving your hand as you put your coat and bag in the closet behind your desk. "You realize, half the staff loves you, right? Think you're the coolest guy they've met." and some other things you promised not to say. 

"And the other half?" 

"They don't know you." 

Thursday came quicker than Pedro expected, though he should've known given it was just a four-day week, and there wasn't any productive work happening in his classroom.

He didn't give it much thought until you popped your head into his room once all the children left the school for the weekend. "Did you make up your mind?" you ask, his attention shifts to you, he can't help but notice the new way you had styled your hair today, and he made a mental note to say something about it.  

"Are you sure I won't be too old for you youths?" He asks playfully, "I don't want to drag the rest of you down." To this response, you roll your eyes. "Pedro Pascal." You huff, stepping completely into his classroom. "Enough with this age nonsense, I bet you can still bust some moves. Have fun tonight." 

"Fine, I'll go." He can't seem to find a way to say no to you, part of him thinks he doesn't entirely want to, it's been so long since he went out with friends and relaxed like this, perhaps it was the night of his graduation night when he went to the bar last. That feels like centuries ago now. "You don't mind if I leave at seven? I have to be in bed by eight." 

"Oh, shut up! you're not that old!" 

He's back in his apartment, looking frantically for any clothes to wear that weren't too business casual, this was a bar after all — he wasn't going to show up in one of his silly ties. It seemed though that everything he tried on wasn't right. As the clock got closer to the time you told him to meet everyone else, he grew impatient, throwing on black pants and a long black long-sleeved shirt, and he was on his way.

He pulls into the parking lot to see a good number of cars, but none of them look familiar to him–he was nervous that he was in the wrong place, and he's about to check his phone to reread your text before he sees you getting out of your car. He assumes you saw him when you start heading over to him. He turns the engine, slips out of his truck, and locks the door.

"Wow, wow, Mr. Pascal–don't you clean up nicely," you comment, making him re-check what he's wearing as if he forgot. "Thank you, Ms. L/N. You don't look too bad yourself." You only beam, before turning heel to head towards the bar. "Come on, old man. Times tickin' before your bedtime, and we're not spending it outside in the parking lot!"

Pedro's not fully sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't this.

He wasn't completely wrong in the sense of who came — it was more people around your age interested in the dance floor playing Lady Gaga – not that she's not amazing, that woman is a God – however, it just wasn't his groove tonight. He notices Sam is very into it, they're dancing to whatever song comes on and living in the moment. Pedro is envious for a moment, he watches everyone on the dance floor for a moment, thankfully, when you slide into the chair beside him, martini in hand, and distract him from his co-workers' choreography to Bad Romance. You've got a buzz going, not that he can blame you. If he had a designated driver, he would've been drinking a little more himself.

"Pedro," you start, there's a pause before you continue. "You gotta dance—have fun with us! you look awfully lonely sittin' here by yourself with a, what are you drinking?"

"Jack Daniels," He says, "Jack Daniels!" you exclaim.

"'m not lonely." He assures, sometimes he liked the solitude. While he did come here for a social outing, sometimes he liked to be left alone in places like this. "You should go back out there! Join your friends on the dance floor!" to his suggestion, you shake your head. Even with alcohol in your system, you're just as stubborn as when you're sober. "Not without you, no!"

"Can I ask you something?" If you were sober, he would've said something stupid like you already did. Though he figures that while you're in your current state, squinting your eyes at him, perhaps now wasn't the time to use such stale humor. "Shoot,"

"Why did you get a divorce?"

…woah.

For some reason he wasn't expecting that, not from you at least—maybe Sam, or Jenny, or one of the other teachers whose first names he can never remember. He can tell you're curious, eyebrows raised and your drink is pulled closer to you, his face suddenly feels hot, and he's blushing. He can't quite figure out why, is he embarrassed?

Divorce isn't something to be embarrassed about, it happens to more people than you might think. Yeah, he's forty-seven years old and that's a little later than when most people get divorced, but it's not like it's completely unheard of. He's not Ross Geller from the show friends, it's not like this is his second or third divorce. Still, the word haunts him and follows him around as this sort of shame, this dirty word. He feels like he's judged by teachers and students. Mr. Pascal moved here because he got divorced. That his friends walk on eggshells around him, Pedro hasn't been the same since his divorce. "She cheated on me," he replies, deciding on telling the truth about it. It's the best way to face it, his life fell to shambles because his wife — the woman who he promised to love through sickness and health — decided to find comfort in the arms of another, he can't sleep as well as he used to because he moved out of his home where he had caught them, he couldn't stay there because of the reminders in each hallway what used to be.

He's caught off guard when you make a "tsk" sound, "I can't believe that," you say, "Who can cheat on you? I mean you're sweet, you're funny, and attractive, any woman would be lucky to have you!" While touched by your words that he assumes is meant to be a ego boost, he knows that he didn't give you the entire story.

"I was kind of being a shitty husband, I was drowning myself in work all the time, n' when I wasn't working, I wasn't giving her an equal amount of my time either. She found someone who would, I can't blame her for that." You wave your hand as if that part doesn't matter. "Whatever, I still can't believe someone would cheat on you. I mean, you're a heartthrob, who could let that go?" He knows you don't mean it — if you do, you're too drunk to be willingly saying it. Not to him at least, he underestimated your buzz.

"Who's your driver for tonight?" he asks, choosing not to comment on what you said to save you any embarrassment in case you wake up tomorrow and remember this. "Sam," you say, looking at the dance floor to point to them as if Pedro hadn't ever met them before. When you go to do that, you discover that they're gone. Apparently, they left. Leaving you abandoned, because well, Pedro sure as hell was not going to allow you to drive home. He pays for his drinks, and offers his arm out to you, which you not-so-gracefully stumble into. "Where we goin', Mr. Pascal?" you ask while he guides you to the doors of the bar. You're leaning into his chest, he's a lot leaner than you thought, and he smells vaguely of vanilla. "I'm taking you to my house," he sighs, patting his pockets until he finds his keys, unlocking the car to help you in.

He sighs once he's finally got you into the car, he's thankful that he went because god knows where you could've been by now, and he doesn't want anything happening to you—he's also thankful because he has material to tease you about once you're well enough to understand.

I'm a heartthrob. He thinks, smirking wide as he gets into the driver's seat.

TAGLIST:

@djarinsstuff @doodlebob-mp3 @wanniiieeee @zeyzeys-stuff @jay1bird23 @corpsebridenightamare @queerponcho

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[andaniellight]

Get a hold of your tiktok algorithm so damn hard you'll end up with gems like this i prommy

#so fuckin stupid. i laughed too hard at this and my throat hurt after #ZoSan #SanZo #Roronoa Zoro #Vinsmoke Sanji #Black leg Sanji #Blackleg Sanji #One Piece #baron omatsuri and the secret island #One Piece Film Baron Omatsuri #One Piece The Movie Baron Omatsuri #Ricky Montgomery #Mr. Loverman

[d-okja]

° The ways in which you talk to me

Have me wishin' I were gone °

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk #jjk suguru #jjk satoru #jjk satosugu #jujutsu kaisen manga #jujutsu kaisen moodboard #jujutsu kaisen icons #ethan lee #mr. loverman

[febelinlove]

AziCrow is literally — song Mr. Loverman Ricky Montgomery

Nothing to say.

I want to cry for my love for them

«On our side»

#aziracrow #good omens #go s2 #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #ineffable lovers #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #ricky montgomery #mr. loverman #aziraphale #crowley #i love them #Spotify

[bananafishdepression]

If I see another BF edit with Mr. Loverman in the background I will throw up

#banana fish #asheiji #ash lynx #eiji okumura #ash x eiji #gay #lgbt #banana fish the stage #bananafish #anime #manga #bfish #eislan #mr. loverman

[theslythernfreak]

SATOSUGU BRAINROT IS SOOO REAL CUZ I WAS LITERALLY LISTENING TO MR.LOVERMAN (mr.montgomery ily) AND YOU KNOW THE PART WHERE HE GOES "THE WAYS IN WHICH YOU TALK TO ME" ???

MY BRAIN IMMADIETALY FILLED IN GOJO SAYING "SUGURU"

#AND I WAS LITERALLY SHAKING WITH LAUGHTER AT THE REALIZATION THAT RICKY WAS RIGHT #HE ONCE SAID THAT IN A WHILE ALL THAT WUD REMAIN OF THE SONG IS GAY ANIME SOUND BITS AND HE WAS RIGHHTTTT #HE NO LONGER OWNS HIS SONG LMFAOOO #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #ricky montgomery #mr. loverman

[motherdanger]

hey chainshipping nation and saw editors, i have a very important audio i made for you <3

it's on my tiktok under the same username hehe. enjoy

#saw #sawposting #chainshipping #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #saw 2004 #saw franchise #saw movie #mr. loverman

[xantheyyy]

PLEASE I CANT HEAR MR. LOVERMAN THE SAME ANYMORE BECAUSE OF BANANA FISH, JJK, AOT, BSD, AND MANY MORE. ITS JUST PAINFUL UUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH FUCK RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY, RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKYRICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY, RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY, RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY

#mr. loverman #ricky montgomery #ricky when i catch you ricky #aot historia #aot ymir #banana fish #banana fish eiji #banana fish ash #bungo stray dogs #jjk

[softhairedhotch]

aaron hotchner is mr. loverman and he misses his lover, man :(

#can you guess what song i'm listening to rn #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #mr. loverman #ricky montgomery

[shesalewa]

Morgan Freeman please save me.

My deada// was listening to the sweetest pie by Megan thee tallion and Dua lipa. Then I was listening to Lemon boy by Cavetown, then a bunch of Taylor swift and Doja cat and "true love" by P!nk. All while thinking "hmm. Which eleceed characters would fit these songs?" All while doing the dishes.

All of a sudden line without a hook by Ricky Montgomery starts playing. And I know what comes after this song. Cause my deada// grouped that sh/t together.

And I was like "oooh I love this song!" And while I was enjoying.

The next song plays in. MR. LOVERMAN. By Ricky Montgomery. And my mind went blank. I stopped my soapy hands from moving.

"I'm Mr. Loverman– and I miss my LOVERMAN."

AND F/CK DAMNIT. A SCENE WENT INTO MY MIND.

KAYDEN HOLDING KARTEIN'S DISMEMBERED BODY AT ASTRA'S MANSION. KARTEIN HAVING NO LEGS LEFT. AND POSSIBLY HIS CORE ON THE VERGE OF SHATTERING. F/CK. anyways. Off I go. I finally have art to draw.

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[im-obsess-with-pixel-characters]

I wonder how well Mr.loverman by Ricky Montgomery goes with Danvis while waf was happening..hmmm

Oh wait, IT GOES VERY FUCKING WELL TOGETHER

Ugh Dante missing Travis fuels me to write cuz of how much angst I can make from that content alone

#aphblr #mystreet #travis valkrum #dante aphmau #ricky montgomery #mr. loverman #someone really needs to take away my phone

[aphroditesmoon]

OH WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITHOUT YOU...IM MR LOVERMAN AND I MISS MY LOVERMAN...IM MR LOVERMAN AND I MISS MY LOVER....

#brainrot #this is why i dont like to read or watch too much romantic genres #got all in my feels #mr loverman #mr. loverman #ricky montgomery

[powerlesshero]

Greg Roy as Itadori Yuji and Ryomen Sukuna

#yuji itadori #jjk itadori #jujutsu itadori #itadori yuji #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #tph #animated series #cartoon #oc art #character art #digital drawing #digital art #funny #digital illustration #the ways in which you talk to me #have me wishing i were gone #mr. loverman #leave me alone #akira leave me alone meme #spanish #ginger #warning: ginger #ocs #oc #anime art #crossover #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sukuna #the powerless hero

[sassyredheadedmess]

#see you right meow 😻 #100/10 would see again #mr. loverman #ricky montgomery #music

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: January 1, 1991

Lyrics:

Hear dis all the man, mek sure you know how fi understand

You women, straight up, to the max, alright, come now

Champion lover, no ease up tonight, well

Champion lover, gonna make you feel alright, oh

Dem call me Mr. Loverman, dem call me Mr. Lover

Mr. Loverman, dem call me Mr. Lover

Dem call me Mr.Loverman, dem call me Mr. Lover

Mr.Loverman, dem call me Mr. Lover

Because a woman tek a trip, she comin' from England

To satisfy her soul, you know seh she want a man, boops

Is Shabba Rankin' she buck upon

A gwain mek she explode just like a bomb

Every hour, every minute and every second

Champion lover, no ease up tonight, well

Champion lover, gonna make you feel alright, oh

'Cause he hol' her pon her finger and over stand

One look in a she eye mi know seh she want a man

Talkin' to her and she respond

She tell me seh she handle man like a boomerang

Me tell me seh me a de hooligan fi all tyrant

Yuh buck upon Mr. Loverman, yuh buck upon Mr. Lover

Mr. Loverman, yuh buck upon Mr. Lover

Yuh buck upon Mr.loverman, yuh buck upon Mr. Lover

Mr. Loverman, yuh buck upon Mr. Lover

I'm not gonna take it easy, you won't get away tonight

The vibe that's goin' through me makes me feel so right

Woman if a lovin' yuh lookin' for, yuh buck upon the right one

Search nuh more, yuh buck upon the right one

If a lovin' yuh lookin' for, yuh buck upon the right one

Search nuh more, yuh buck upon the right one

Yuh have it in a yuh mine, fi come thrill me wid it

A gwane lay down and mek yuh kill me wid it

Because thrillin' that is Shabba favorite habit

And when me lay dung, yuh know me nah run from it

Kill you with it, I, I, I'm gonna kill you with it, woy

Thrill you with it, I, I, I'm gonna thrill you with it, woy

Champ-

Champ-

Champ-, Champ-, Champ-, Champion lover

'Cause if a lovin' yuh wan' an' a lovin' yuh a gon' get

Yuh never experience dis ya love yet

Kind dis a love a mek yuh wok up a sweat

And inna dis ya love a mek yuh nah go live and fret

Because me love yuh from yuh toe, pon straight to yuh neck

Dem call me Mr. Loverman, dem call me Mr. Lover

Mr. Loverman, dem call me Mr. Lover

A gwane tell yuh why dem call me Mr.loverman

'Cause fi mi love is Jackly dependin' on

Carolyn, a to Shabba she belong

Whether she gone inna a next island

Champion lover, know he's up tonight

A yuh have it in a yuh mine, fi come thrill me wid it

A gwane lay down and mek yuh kill me wid it

Yuh know that thrillin' is my favorite habit

Shabba Rankin' nah run from it

I'm not gonna take it easy, you won't get away tonight

The vibe that's flowin' through me makes me feel so right

(Champion lover)

You keep say, you full up of action

Now is the chance to show me your motion

I've waited so long, you'd better come on strong, strong

The love nah contract, yuh know seh it a expand

And from it a expand it just a galang, galang

A gwain give love to a woman me seh, all night long

Woman if a lovin' yuh lookin' for, yuh buck upon the right one

Search nuh more, yuh buck upon the right one

If a lovin' yuh lookin' for, yuh buck upon the right one

Search nuh more, yuh buck upon the right one

Songwriter:

Yuh have it in a yuh mine, fi come thrill me wid it

A gwane lay down and mek yuh kill me wid it

Kill me wid it, kill me wid it

Kill me, kill me, kill me wid it

Kill me wid it, kill me wid it

Kill me, kill me, kill, kill me wid it

Rexton Gordon / Michael Anthony Bennett / Hopeton St. Aubin Lindo

SongFacts:

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[rindoushousewife69]

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