#I’m so desperately in love with Pedro pascal and it’s not okay but it’s also amazing

[lovemetolife]

When the Pedro fanfic is fanficing

#I’m so desperately in love with Pedro pascal and it’s not okay but it’s also amazing #I’d let that man do the most UNHOLY things #omg help me #listening to Lana Del Rey while writing is the BEST #older men rule #I have too many daddy issues #this is the Lana Del Rey part of daddy issues #im so in love with Pedro it’s not okay #what in the 50 shades 365 days is going on? #I’m actually delulu.

[afictionaladventure16]

Could you do meeting stepdad! Pedro for the first time? Please and thank you!😭💗

To Build a Home (Pedro Pascal x Teen!Reader)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/N: I feel like this one was too short but I've been having writers block and this is the best I could do! I hope you enjoy it!! <3

Word Count: 2,880

Summary: Your mother decides it is time for you to meet her boyfriend of six months, you are defensive at first, but you think you could get used to the idea of having this one around more often.

This is fine. 

Everything about this situation is okay. 

No need to panic. You thought to yourself. Watching your mother frantically cook in the kitchen as if her life depended on it. You have never seen your mother this frantic since the day your grandmother decided to do a surprise visit. 

“Mom?” you quietly said, walking around the counter. 

“Honey, can you grab me some garlic, it should be next to the bananas… bananas… shit! I forgot to make dessert!” She groaned to herself as she handled the hot pan in front of her. 

You sighed, grabbing the garlic and setting it down on the counter beside her, “Mom,” you said a little louder. 

“What, honey?” She quickly gave you a glance before taking notice of the garlic you had placed on the counter. She grabbed it, taking it over to the cutting board. 

“Can you look at me for a moment?” You asked desperately. 

She sighed, putting down everything before turning to give you her full attention. “Si, Cariño?” 

“I don’t know if I want to do this anymore.” You regretted the words as soon as they had left your mother, seeing the reaction on your mother's face. How her eyes watered and her mouth frowned. 

“But, Cariño, you told me you were ready. We had a whole discussion– I don’t understand.” 

You sighed, “I know, I–I think I’m nervous ‘s all.” 

“Nervous? Sweetie, how do you think we feel?” You shrugged, “Pedro has been messaging me all week about how he wants to cancel because he’s nervous.” She sighed, “Honey, you’re not the only one that is feeling this way.” 

“So, we should cancel?” 

She shook her head, “It’s time for you to meet Pedro.” You feared that she would say that. It only meant one thing. One thing you truly feared, she was deeply in love with him. That what they had was something serious and it could lead to them becoming more than just boyfriend and girlfriend. It meant that you would now have to share your mother with someone and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. 

Especially with how the last time ended. You still had nightmares from when your father was around, images in your head that never left. What if Pedro turned out to be just like your father? 

“Okay,” you felt defeated. Your mother was a person who didn’t budge. Once she had made a decision it was final. 

“Now you either help me cook or you get out of my kitchen,” she stated, turning her body to face the counter once more to busy herself with the garlic in front of her. 

For the longest, it had always been you and your mother. Your father had no visitation rights since you were eight, so for the past five years, you and your mother picked up the pieces and started a new life. A better life. 

Your mother focused mainly on work in the filming industry and eventually, she was able to afford a nice house for the two of you. That’s what it was, just the two of you. You never imagined that one day, it could potentially be three of you. That your mother would one day want to find love again. 

“Do you love him?” You hesitantly asked. 

Your mother stopped everything, letting out a deep sigh, “I’m afraid to answer that question,” she admitted. 

You were afraid she would dodge that question, but also you were sad that she had. You had hoped that your mother wouldn’t tip-toe around the subject with you. Maybe she could be honest with you about a topic that wasn’t common in this household. 

“Be honest with me,” you reassured. “Do you love him?” 

“Love is a strong word,” she whispered. 

“And your daughter meeting him is a big step.” 

“Yes,” she admitted. “I do love him.” 

You gave her a small nod, “Then that’s enough for me.” 

She gave you a smile before walking around the counter to pull you in for a hug, “Thank you.” 

“But this doesn’t mean that I’m not going to give him a hard time, I still don’t trust the man.” You grabbed one of the potatoes that were on the counter, grabbed the peeler, and made your way over to the trash can. “Don’t expect me to call him dad,” you said jokingly, referencing to the movie Stepbrothers. 

Your mother giggled, “I don’t expect that at all from you, amor,” she smiled. 

The hour quickly passed, and you anxiously sat on the couch, your eyes not peeling away from the clock on the wall. Your foot bounced against the wooden floors, creating a gentle but persistent thud. The sound echoed throughout the room and for a moment you were glad your mother was busy in the kitchen, distracting herself with the neatness of the dining room and kitchen and if she had enough time to whip up something quick for dessert. You could hear her muttering to herself about whether Pedro would enjoy a bar of chocolate for dessert or if that was stupid. 

It was any second that Pedro would walk through those doors and your life would change for either the worst or the best. You didn’t know which and you were afraid to find out. 

“Sweetie, are you going to wear that?” Your mom asked as she walked into the living room.

You looked down to see what you were wearing, it was what you had worn to school, a plain tee, flannel, and some jeans. It was casual wear for you, “Um, yes?” She raised her eyebrows, “would you like for me to change?” 

She sighed, “Would it be fucked up for me to say yes?” 

“Kind of, I mean, if he really liked me he wouldn’t care what I wore right? But, on the other hand, I can change to make you feel less anxious.” 

Your mother stood there for a second, thinking about what you had just said. Giving you a small nod, “Don’t change,” she stated. 

You smiled, knowing you had won, “Alright.” 

Your mother's head whipped towards the door at the sound of the doorbell, “Oh my god, that’s him.” She let out a deep breath before looking over at you, “is it too late to cancel?” 

“Hey, I tried earlier but you said it was too late.” 

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, “What the fuck am I doing? I mean, are we even ready for something like this?” 

You sighed, getting up from the couch, “Ama, I think you’ve been ready for a while, you’ve just been scared, but I’m no longer a little girl, Mom. You deserve happiness.” 

She gave you a soft smile, placing a hand on your cheek, “Cuando creciste?” (When did you grow up)

“Cuando no estabas mirando,” you smiled. (When you weren’t looking) 

“Alright, let’s do this,” she whispered. You trailed behind her as she walked towards the door. You stood back, watching as your mother opened the door. She deserved happiness, no matter what. Even at the cost of yours. She deserved it. 

After everything she had been through to protect you, it was the least you could give her. You saw the way she had been these past few months, the after-dates smile, and how she grinned from ear to ear the day after. He made her happy and it scared you, but you couldn’t tell your mother that. You couldn’t ruin it because somehow seeing her so happy made you happy, even if you were weary about the man who was causing it. 

Your mother's voice was muffled as she greeted Pedro on the other side of the door. Meeting him meant a lot of things, it meant that it was no longer the two of you on adventures, that he would more than likely tag along. It meant that eventually, you would have to get used to your mom always being with him. He could be here for breakfast some days and you know what that meant. He could be here for dinners on other days and it also meant expressing boundaries. 

She deserved this happiness. 

“Y/N,” your mother called for you as she stepped aside to let Pedro in. There he was, with a nervous smile playing on his lips and a bouquet of flowers in his hands that you knew was for your mother. “I’d like for you to meet my daughter, Pedro.” 

He let out a nervous laugh, “It’s so nice to finally meet you, your mother speaks so much about you.” He held out his free hand for you to shake, and you gently shook his hand. 

“Nice to meet you too,” you gave him a hesitant smile. 

“Oh! I got you these, your mother said you loved sunflowers and well,” he nervously chuckled, “I hope you like ‘em.” 

You gave him a surprised look, glancing at your mom who grinned from ear to ear, “For me?” He gave you a nod, “T–thank you, I–I don’t know what to say!” Pedro handed you the bouquet that was beautifully displayed sunflowers with a few purple flowers here and there and baby’s breath surrounding them. “They’re beautiful, thank you, Pedro!” 

Pedro grinned from ear to ear, he relaxed a little. He had been nervous all day about handing you the flowers, afraid that you’d reject them. Maybe this dinner wouldn’t be so bad and maybe he could bond with you after all. He knew some things about you from what your mother had said, but it was only some things. He did know the struggles you and your mother had gone through, knowing very well that this transition wasn’t going to be easy for you. Pedro is determined to try his best to get you to trust him because all he wants is to be a positive influence in your life, it was the way he was. His heart broke to hear what you had been through at such a young age and he wished there was something he could do. Something he could do for you and your mother. 

“Well, dinner is ready,” your mother states, “let me show you to the dining room.” 

“I-I’m gonna put these away,” you say as you walk towards the kitchen. You set the flowers on the counter, staring at them for a second. This was the first time anyone had gotten you flowers. Your first time getting flowers were supposed to be meaningful. A moment you’d remember forever and for a second you were afraid he had just ruined that. For just a second and it was gone, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the bouquet. “Don’t,” you whispered to yourself. The sound of your mother's laughter coming from the other room. This all felt too good, it would all soon come tumbling down and you knew that, but you did not know if you could handle it. 

You took in a deep breath before joining your mother and Pedro in the dining room. You sat across from Pedro at the table, “smells good,” you commented as you began piling food on your plate. 

“Thanks, mija,” your mom smiled. 

“So, Y/N, your mother tells me you are in the drama club at school?” You gave him a nod. 

“She’s thinking about starting auditions for actual films soon, right, mija?” 

You shrugged, “It’s still a big maybe.” 

“For film? I mean, it doesn’t hurt to try.” 

“Maybe Pedro could give you some pointers,” your mother suggested. 

You cleared your throat, “So, how many siblings do you have?” 

“Y/N,” your mother warned. 

Pedro chuckled, “It’s okay, Yesenia.” For a moment you forgot your mother had a first name, you were so used to just calling her mom. “I have three siblings.” 

“Pedro, you don’t have to answer her questions, she does thi-” 

“How many sisters and how many brothers?” You asked. 

“Two sisters, one brother.” 

You nod, “Please stop interrogating him,” your mother pleaded. 

You gave her a small glare before looking over at Pedro, “Where are you from?” 

“Chile,” Pedro smiled. He found this amusing and cute. You were protective over your mother and he loved that you were. “Next question?” 

“When did you move here?” 

“That’s a long story.” 

“I have all night, it’s a weekend.” 

“Y/N,” your mother warned. 

Pedro chuckled, “It’s okay.” He looked back over at you, “Long story short, my family moved here when I was very little but we had to go back when I was a little older when I was old enough I moved back on my own to pursue acting.” He gave you the cliff notes of his life, leaving out the personal details that were still hard for him to talk about, but enough to keep you satisfied. Your mother gave Pedro a sincere smile and he smiled back. She knew the longer version of the story and she was grateful he was answering your questions to his best ability. “Next question?” he asked. 

“Do you want more kids?” 

Your mother rolled her eyes, “No,” he chuckled.

“No?” 

“Yes, he said no and I don’t want more kids either, Y/N,” your mother stated.

“Why not?” you directed the question towards Pedro.

“Because of my schedule mostly, but I also never saw myself having kids. I’m already almost fifty and I don’t think it’s fair on the kid to have a parent that old, you know?” 

“Plus, your mother can’t have any more kids and if she could she wouldn’t because childbirth is no joke.” 

You rolled your eyes this time, “Alright, last question.” 

“Hit me with it,” Pedro stated. 

“What are your intentions with my mother?” 

“Y/N!” your mother warned.

Pedro chuckled, “I love your mother and I love spending time with her and right now I would like to get to know you because I know you mean the world to her. I know you both have…” Pedro hesitated, “I don’t intend on hurting your mother in any way. I see myself spending a lot more time with her and hopefully, one day, growing old with her.” 

You watched as his eyes never left your mother, the way they idolized her as if she were the only thing that mattered. He really loved her and you could see it in him, but could you trust him? You didn’t know. It was hard to know. You barely had any trust, to begin with. 

You remained quiet the rest of the dinner, listening to the two of them laugh as they joked around and told stories about some of their dates or their time together on set. He was an actor, he’d be on the road a lot and your mother knew that yet she was okay with it. She was okay with everything about him. 

Your mother got up to answer a phone call, leaving the two of you alone. 

You pushed your food around with your fork, “You okay?” 

You glanced up at Pedro, his eyes showing concern, how you hated that they did that. “Yeah.” 

He sighed, placing his fork down, “You don’t have to like me.” 

“You got me flowers,” you whispered. 

“Your mother kept mentioning how you loved sunflowers, and it felt like the right thing to do.” 

“No one has ever gotten me flowers,” you stated. 

Pedro sighed, “I’m sorry if I stepped over the line or–” 

“No, you didn’t… just taken back ‘s all.” 

He gave you a small nod, “Do you like them?” 

“Love them,” you corrected. Giving him a small smile, he smiled back. “I just… I always kind of dreamt that my dad would be the first person to get me flowers, you know?” 

He nodded, “I’m sorry, I probably should’ve–” 

“It’s okay,” you reassured. 

He sighed, “I’m not him, you know.” You stayed quiet. “I know, you don’t trust me because of him, but I am not him and I’m willing to give you all the time you need in order for you to allow me in your life. I love your mother, Y/N and I hope that if you get to know me and I get to know you… we could develop a sort of bond… would that be okay?” 

There was a little voice inside your head that was screaming yes, she was shouting it so loud that it gave you a headache. Yet, your mouth never moved, seconds passed and you sat there wondering if it would be okay. The little voice argued with the bigger one. One was more naive than the other and one was more hurt than the other. 

Your mother stepped back into the dining room, “I was thinking while on the call, maybe the two of you should hang out together sometime soon? Without me there, get to know each other you know?” 

Pedro smiled, “Sounds good to me, what do you think, Y/N?”

You shrugged before giving your mother a nod. 

She clapped in excitement, “I’ll plan it out for you guys! It’ll be great!” Would that be okay? His voice trailed inside yours for the remainder of the dinner. You wanted it to be okay, but you couldn’t give him an answer, not just yet anyway.

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[zombiebcit]

pedro pascal. 48. demiman. he / they. ― i see you meet MIGUEL SILVA, huh? they are around for… well, it will be 6 YEARS, now. time flies when you are busy and as part of THE MEDICS, they are. if you want to meet them, they live in H2C, i think. people say they are COMPOSED + PRACTICAL, but don’t piss them off, okay? because they can be also SECRETIVE + CALCULATING, so be safe.

BASIC INFO

⸻ FULL NAME: miguel omar silva

⸻ AGE: 48

⸻ GENDER: demiman

⸻ PRONOUNS: he / them

⸻ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: homoromantic

⸻ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: homosexual

⸻ SCARS / TATTOOS: many scars on back and torso, a tattoo of fox's skull on the right side of neck ;

⸻ OCCUPATION: before: nurse ; now: medic ;

⸻ FAMILY: julio silva ( younger brother, deceased ) , sergei silva ( husband, alive )

⸻ PLAYLIST: seven nation army by the white stripes ; the noose by a perfect circle ; war child by hollywood undead ; can't go to hell by sin shake sin ; levitate by jeris johnson ; problems by weathers ; dance in the dark by au/ra ; raging on a sunday by bohnes ; zero by the smashing pumpkins ; true friends by bring me the horizon ; we must be killers by mikky ekko ; i love you by royal bliss ; broken crown by mumford & sons ;

⸻ INSPO: daryl dixon ( the walking dead ) , negan ( the walking dead ) , albert wesker ( resident evil ) , joel miller ( the last of us ) , garrus vakarian ( mass effect ) , zevran ( dragon age ) , fenris ( dragon age 2 ) , anakin skywalker / darth vader ( star wars ) ;

STORY

tba

WANTED CONNECTIONS

⸻ 01. ' 𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 '

husband. ( main wc ) . taken by sergei silva  think nicky & joe in the old guard, the soft, comforting and confident love. they both have last name silva. they are together for 22 years now, got married two years before zombie apocalypse. i’m open to plot all kind of things about how they meet etc.

⸻ 02. ' 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻, 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚂 '

best friend in the whole dead world. open. the best pal, the rick to miguel's daryl, the ' let's sit the fuck down and gossip like the old ladies we really are ' . any gender, prefer 40+ or older. just let the man have his gossip partner.

⸻ 03. ' 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽'𝚃 𝚆𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚂? '

old 'enemy' & friagle allie. open. around 7-8 years ago, before finding the domus spei by any of them, this muse attacked miguel & stolen most - but not all - of his things when he was waiting for his husband. he even have a nice scar to prove it happened. it was very awkward at first when they got here too, but they were desperate back then ( your choice why ) . they are now chill with each other, but the story is coming back from time to time.

#bite.intro #» ⸻ miguel silva . headcanons «

[jawabear]

Din Djarin NSFW Alphabet

Not my GIF

A/N: Thank you for all the support on my last fic! it really didn’t deserve all those notes though.. But nonetheless, here is my NSFW alphabet for everyone's favourite Mandalorian (okay, maybe not everyone, but certainly mine). As with my other ones, my ideas and opinions may differ to yours and others so please be respectful of mine and others’ views of different characters. Enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: smut

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of sexual activities, no actual sex though, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning 

Summary: An A-Z of Din Djarin’s bedroom antics...

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Din is a little awkward to begin with. He doesn’t really know what to do after sex. It’s usually you who ends up taking care of him after sex. But as time goes on and you end up having sex more often, he gets a little more comfortable.

And from this he will make sure you’re okay, not hurt or anything. He will ask if you need anything, if you’re thirsty or hungry. And then he will hold you until you fall asleep because he’s cute like that.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, he’s not really bothered. He hadn’t every really thought about himself in that regard. And plus being covered in armour doesn’t really aid him in his decision making. But if he had to choose, he’d probably say his hands. They’re useful for many things. Fighting, shooting, fixing, flying and fingering...

On you, because he’s a soft little boy, he’d go with your eyes. He is a strong believer in the concept of the eyes being the window to the soul. And with you that is very much the case. He loves to look into your eyes, he’ll get lost in them in seconds. But more sexual the loves your legs. Especially your thighs. He loves to stroke them and squeeze them. And he loves when they press against his head as he eats you out....

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When he does come it’s quite an overwhelming amount to be honest. He doesn’t really like to come inside you (unless you specifically say) because there is a lot and always the chance of pregnancy and neither he nor you feel ready for that. Plus he feels like he’s dirtying you and he doesn’t want to ruin your perfect body.

But, he will do what you say. So, if you want him to come inside you, over you, whatever, he will.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Saying that though ^^ It’s fair to say that Din has a slight breeding kink. Slight being huge. It more to do with the fact that he does what to have a child with you. But also he would find it hot to fill you up completely.

He obviously hasn’t said anything but it’s hard to keep his thoughts at bay when you’re begging him to come inside you and you’re wrapping you legs around his waist to pull him closer to you...

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Din isn’t all that experience. He’s never really cared much about sex before he met you. He had done it once or twice in his life but he didn’t really care much for it, he didn’t really have the time. He was far to preoccupied with his bounty hunting work to find a suitable partner. So it was kind of down to you to teach him. But you didn’t really mind.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves the classic missionary position. It’s easy and enjoyable.

But he is also a huge fan of you being on top, riding him. He loves to have you take control. And it gives him a better opportunity to feel your body.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Certainly more serious. I don’t think Din is a very jokey person in or out of the bedroom. Sometimes you will try and make it a bit lighter but it doesn’t really work. Not that that’s a problem...

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Being covered head to toe in armour means that Din doesn’t really need to bother with his appearance both upstairs and down. So he’s not particularly tidy. But as you haven’t voice any complaints (quite the opposite actually) he hasn’t bothered to tidy himself up down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Din goes full romantic in bed. He will touch and feel every part of your body. He will caress and kiss every inch of your skin. He will make love to you. Because he has someone who loves him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Personally, I don’t think he gets the same satisfaction from touching himself then he would from fucking you.

There are a few occasions in which he has got himself off to the thought of you. But I think he would only do it as a last resort.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He had a hidden (but massive) breeding kink as mentioned.

I don’t know if the blindfold thing really counts as one because he does it so you can’t see his face while he fucks you but if it counts then this is a big one.

Also biting. Din is quite possessive and wants to mark you as much as he possibly can so that everyone know you belong to the Mandalorian. Plus it helps in muffling his moans, one) so he can hear yours better, and 2) he gets a little shy and embarrassed at hearing his own...

Does dry-humping count? Because that too. A big one. Just something about it really gets him going, plus it saves him having to faff with getting all his armour off.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Inside somewhere he knows and trusts. So mainly his ship, in his bed.

Although, there is the rare occasion he will take you in the cockpit. He will sit in the pilots chair and you will ride him. That’s about the only other exception to his bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

To be honest, I think it would take quite a lot to get Din going. Being a little sexually naive, I think you’d have to really go out of your way to turn him on. Meaning therefore that it is mostly you who initiates sex.

But there is the odd occasion that he will suddenly be in the mood for it. And then he doesn’t really hold back...

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I don’t think there’s a lot that he would do. At least in the early stages. He very much stuck to the basics because he found it enjoyable and he didn’t really need anything else. But when you started...let’s just say you were getting a little bored, you tried to coax him into branching out in his sexual preferences.

He would never hurt you. That was for certain. He doesn’t find tying you up to be all that appealing either, but if you really wanted him to do it he wouldn’t say no, he just perhaps wouldn’t enjoy it as much. He relates it too much to bounty hunting and he doesn’t think that’s a good mix, but you disagree.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He definitely prefers giving. Out of everything he’s done to you sexual, eating you out and fingering you has to be what he’s best at. Especially oral.

But he wouldn’t ever say no if you wanted to suck him off...in his pilots chair... because no one in their right mind would turn it down.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on his mood. Although, saying that, he doesn’t often take his bad mood out on you. It’s on those days (where a bounty has been particularly hard or frustrating) that he will be the one to initiate sex. And you certainly don’t complain. And it is also on those days where he is a little more rough and fast.

But most of the time he likes to take it slow. It is something he enjoys and something he wants to take his time in doing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He isn’t a fan. He doesn’t find them enjoyable as much as he would taking his time.

They have happens a few times, but by accident. As in you were taking it slow but something would come up, beeping and blaring of alarms would start and he would have to go quick to finish because he didn’t want to just stop.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He probably would be once you both started to get a bit more comfortable and adventurous. It’s still a learning process for Din so it’s a gradual thing but he’s all about making you happy and fulfilled so he will try most things you suggest whether they be risky or not.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Din is a tiered man. Let him rest. Chances are he can really only go one round, but he knows this and makes it the best damn round you’ve ever had.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He certainly does not use them. (He probably doesn’t even know about a lot of them).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He kind of is a tease but he kind of isn’t. It depends on the mood. It’s he is going fast then he’s more likely to tease to rile you up more, but more often then not he just lets things happen in the bedroom.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Din isn’t much of a talker. He’s very much the silent but deadly type and he’s mostly the same in bed too. He isn’t partially loud, but he’s also not particularly quiet either. He isn’t a constant moaner, but lets just say it’s very easy for you to know when you’re doing something right and making him feel good. Then he will be a bit louder.

But he gets a bit embarrassed at the noises and buries his head in your neck to silence himself despite you telling him you want to hear him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He really really really wants to watch you get off. He’s heard you do it (not that you know that) and you sounded to be really enjoying yourself so he wants to watch you. And maybe learn a thing or two about how to properly touch you.

But yes, he really desperately wants to watch you touch yourself, maybe he’d touch himself too...

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I don’t think it’s a secret that he packing. He tries to act all cool about it saying things like “I’m not that big, am I?” But we all know he’s full of shit. He knows he’s that big. But to be fair, he hasn’t ever seen any other one so he doesn’t really have anything to compare it too.

But we all know that man is huge...

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s surprisingly low. Again, it depends on his mood or the day. He isn’t constantly in the mood for sex. Which he guessed made it more enjoyable.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Din finds it difficult to sleep for many reasons. But sex always seems to relax him enough he falls asleep almost instantly. Of course, after making sure you’re okay.

Which is why you will often fuck him after a long day just so he will sleep.

13/12/20

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[sexy-monster-fucker]

Sleepless

Maxwell Lord x Reader (Modern AU)

Summary:  While Max is away on a business trip, he can’t help but long for his favorite girl.  

A/N:  Wow it’s been months hasn’t it?  Anywho I’m in love with Pedro Pascal now.  I've mostly decided to write what makes me happy for now.  I’ll get to requests eventually.  ALSO:  Maxwell is 100% mouthy constantly.  That man literally never shuts up.  

Warnings:  18+, sexting, phone sex, masturbation, Maxwell with a daddy kink?  duh.

word count:  1,184

You were laying in bed scrolling through countless waves of social media posts when your phone pinged.  What you read ignited something deep inside you.

“What are you wearing?” 

A simple question.  An innocent question if it had been asked by anyone else.  But nothing was ever as innocent as it seemed when it came to Maxwell.  

Maxwell had been gone for nearly a month now.  The two of you would always text throughout the day.  He would call you every single night to make sure you were okay.  Staying on the line til you were asleep.  He was only a few hours away, but the distance was killing both of you.  

“Can’t wait to get home and feel you, honey,” he would breath into the phone.  

“Oh, Max,” you would pull your lower lip between your teeth.  

You stared blankly at the message.  Your cheeks were pink with anticipation.  Neither of you ever did anything like what this was leading to.  It had crossed your mind several times.

“One of your button ups” you replied.  

“And?” 

You felt heat flood over your body.  This made you feel like a teenager.  Texting your boyfriend what you were wearing.  

“Nothing else.”

A simple response that drove Maxwell mad.  

He was laying in his hotel bed.  Shirt and trousers unbuttoned.  His cock pressed firmly against his underwear.  He missed you-God, how he missed you.  Nothing raged him more than leaving you alone while he travelled.  You were on his mind heavily today.  His day had been long and nothing would have made him happier to come home to you.  To hold you.  To feel you.  His mind wondered to your body.  To his hands running down your skin.  The little noises you always make when he touches you.  Heat prickled over all of his skin.  Thoughts were driving him crazy and a question came to his mind.  And when you told him you were only wearing one of his shirts it drove him insane.  

“Oh, baby.”  He responded.  Between your legs grew damp at the text.  

“Do daddy a favor and show me those gorgeous tits of yours.”  

You smiled to yourself.  Biting your thumb, you basically hopped from the bed.  Your feet smacked against the tile floor as you ran across the house.  Flinging the door to the bathroom open, you admired yourself in the mirror.  You unbuttoned the shirt.  Chills danced across your skin.  

Max tapped his hand against his leg while gripping the phone tightly in his other hand.  His clothes suddenly grew extremely tight against him.  The buttons of his shirt were first to go.  The sleeves remaining as the cotton material laid loosely against his sides.  He laid the phone face down and shimmied out of his pants and underwear.  His cock sprung up and against his stomach.  His hand wrapped around his member and he groaned.  This was the first contact he had had with his erect cock in nearly a month.  He never was one to touch himself.  That was something he liked leaving to you.  His phone buzzed.  He swore he had never picked his phone up that quickly.  What he saw was like as if the heavens had sent him a picture.  Your body in the mirror drove him crazy.  He moaned loudly as he began stroking himself absentmindedly.  

You blushed that you had sent him something like that.  You had never done anything like this, not with anyone.  You held your phone against your chest waiting for his response.  The pinging made you jump.  Heat flooded your entire body at what you saw.  Max’s cock in all its glory.  His hand gripped it at the base.  The phrase “See what you do to me” was sent below it.  You rushed back to your bed, leaving the shirt on the tile floor.  You were thinking of a response when Maxwell started calling you.  You hurried to answer.  

“Oh, baby,” his broken voice came through.  

“Hi-Hi, Maxie,” you smiled into the phone.  

“Touch yourself.  I want to hear you do it, sweet girl.”

The heat between your legs was begging to be doused.  Your hand slid down your body, grazing your nipple along the way.  You breathed heavy when your fingers met your clit.  You began rubbing tight circles on the nub.  A broken moan left your lips.  

Music to Maxwell’s ears. 

He began stroking himself a little more aggressively, “Tell daddy how you’re feeling baby.” 

A choked version of his name came out of your jugular.  

“Oh... what I wouldn’t give to have you in my arms right now, honey,” he moaned into the phone.  

You placed two fingers inside yourself and let out a greedy moan.  Maxwell chuckled over the line, “Fingering yourself?  Dirty girl.”  

“It doesn't feel the same when it’s not you, Max,” you bit your lip.  

Max threw his head back with your words, stroking himself relentlessly.  He would have given anything in this moment to have you on top of him.  Worshipping every inch of your form.  The way your body jiggled as he pounded into you.  

Your fingers massaged your insides as you listened to your boyfriend on the other line.  His little grunts and groans lit something inside you.  What you wouldn’t have given to be in bed with him in this moment.  He sounded so desperate.  

“Been thinking about your cock a lot, Maxxie,” you moaned when your fingers swiped over your sweet spot.  

A choked moan left his throat, “Yeah?  Swear I’m gonna fuck you good as soon as I am home.  I promise I’ll be there by the end of the week, okay?  Okay?  Papi swears it.”  

Those words, along with the motions your fingers were making, caused that familiar knot inside you tighten.  

“S-So close, M-Max,” you choked out.  

“I knew you would be a good girl for your daddy.  Now lemme hear it.  Big and loud for ol’ Maxwell,” he smirked.  

You crooked your fingers causing the knot inside you to rip.  You squealed Maxwell’s name loud and proud.  Panting into the phone.  Maxwell was not close behind hearing all those noises you made.  Spilling his load all over his stomach, chanting your name over and over again.  

No words were spoken over the line for a moment.  Just the sound of you both breathing.  

“I love you, Y/N,” Maxwell spoke softly.  

“I love you too, Max,” you smiled.  

“I miss you more than anything,” Maxwell was being soft, “I want to hop on the next flight home.  Want to hold you in my arms.  Kiss you.”  

The smile on your face could not be erased, “You can have every inch of me as soon as you're home, Maxwell.”  

Maxwell’s eyes grew heavy.  The pressure of the day hit his body suddenly.  “Want to,” A yawn came from him, “Want to hold you while I sleep.  Sleepin’ isn’t the same without you beside me.”  

You smiled at your boyfriend’s sleepy voice, “Go to sleep, Maxxie.  I love you.”  

A long pause.

“Love you more, Y/N.  My gorgeous girl.  Love you.  Be home soon.  Goodnight, hermosa.”

~~~

[END]

tags:

@pcrushinnerd @maxlordsgf​

#maxwell lord #maxwell lord x reader #ww84 #wonder woman 1984 #fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #x reader #smut #writing

[p-p-24]

Promise

Summary: A watched phone never rings. Or does it?

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Reader

Warnings: none lol

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You checked your phone for the umpteenth time today and sighed.

Nothing.

Pedro has been away filming for nearly four months, and it was wearing on you. Both of you had decided that it would be best if you stayed in New York while he filmed in Vancouver.

It’s not that you didn’t want to be by his side, and it’s not like you weren’t fond of traveling or Canadians (both wonderful in moderate amounts) but your life was in New York. And even though he was the love of your life, he wasn’t your life.

As nicely as you tried to say it, you could tell your words stung Pedro. But still, he knew that you were honest to a fault and that you didn’t mean anything by it: it was just the simple truth.

The other simple truth was that you two had tried it before — you dropping everything to travel with him whenever he had a new project and having to adjust to his ridiculous filming schedule (being awoken by him coming to bed at three in the morning started to get old real quick) — and it didn’t work out.

It almost destroyed your relationship, had you not been truthful with him. And yourself. Lying to yourselves was easier, but the truth was worth it. Honesty was what saved you and Pedro.

But now here you were, wondering if you made the right choice and checking your phone every few minutes, desperate to hear from him.

Nothing.

There was another problem. You preferred quick check-ins: a text to deliver a succinct yet thoughtful message, punctuated with a couple of emojis. Pedro, being the exceedingly sensitive and sentimental one, was highly concerned with making sure you didn’t feel out of the loop and was invested in telling you every detail of his day — in the form of a phone call.

Which was cute… for the first week or so. But the time difference combined with your very mismatched work schedules put an end to this rather quickly.

So one week went by without a phone call— Sorry Pedro, I had a really long day at work. How about next week, baby?

And then another week— Sorry honey, filming went over schedule tonight because of some tech issues. But guess what? I nailed the monologue! It was so challenging but— anyway, let’s talk next week, okay?

And then another. Some weeks were better than others, peppered with texts when phone calls were too difficult to coordinate.

But this one felt different. It was total radio silence from him since his last text a week ago: Sorry honey, I’m gonna be here for 2 more weeks. They need to film some extra scenes they added last minute. No monologues this time!

Because it had been so long since you heard his wonderful, warm voice, you asked if he could give you a call.

Nothing.

Maybe it was time to call it for today.

You stood up from the couch and started to walk over to the dining table when a noise stopped you in your tracks.

It was your front door. A key in the lock.

You stared at the door as it opened to reveal—

“Pedro,” you whispered, worried if you spoke too loud you’d spook the ghost that looked eerily like him.

“Hi honey,” Pedro-ghost said. He dropped his bags and held his arms out, smiling gently.

You approached him cautiously, still not entirely convinced he wasn’t a ghost. You stopped in front of him, between his open arms. You pressed your palms onto his chest— solid.

You looked up at his face; it was tired and happy, and most familiar. He’s real.

“You’re home,” you sighed happily into his neck as you wrapped your arms around him. “You’re here.”

“I am, baby,” he said, his hands gripping your body to his. “I missed you so much.”

“Me too.” You allowed yourself to sink into his tender embrace for a few seconds before you reluctantly pulled away enough to see his face. You frowned and he immediately looked worried.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked softly as his eyes searched yours.

“You said you’d still be in Vancouver — you lied to me!”

“Oh honey, I just wanted to surprise you. It was the only way.” He buried his face onto your shoulder. “I couldn’t wait to see you, but I also didn’t want you to drive all the way out to the airport. That’s all.”

You knew he was telling the truth because he’s Pedro and he couldn’t lie to save his life (except over text, apparently).

You also knew he wasn’t being maliciously devious, but you still didn’t appreciate being lied to.

You shifted your hands to hold his face in front of yours. “I love you so much, Pedro.” Your eyes locked onto his. “No more lies. Promise?”

“Promise,” he said, grinning, before crashing his lips onto yours.

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[aerynwrites]

Duty and Honor

Oberyn Martell x Reader

Author’s Note: Okay I know I said that I had Ezra and Javi Soulmate AU’s in the works (which is still happening lol), but this idea popped into my head like two days ago and I just felt really inspired to write for it! Plus Oberyn is the character that first got me into Pedro Pascal and his work, so I feel I should finally dedicate a piece to the character that started it all! Hope you all enjoy! <3

Summary: Reader is less than enthused to find out she is being married off to the infamous Red Viper, something she makes very clear. (sorry I suck at summaries)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: cursing, arranged marriages, angst, fluff.

*Thank you to my wonderful beta readers @anniebombannie and @amberthefiredemon Y’all rock and i love you.*

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“I will not do it!”

Your voice rings out harshly in the room you’re currently occupying with your father, Tywin Lannister, who just frowns at your outburst.

“You have no say in the matter. You are betrothed to Oberyn Martell, and you will be married to Oberyn Martell within the fortnight,” he says finally, returning his attention to the papers in front of him, “You are dismissed.”

You felt your blood boil within your veins at his dismissive tone, “No.” Your voice is firm and dripping with venom as you clench your fists at your side and hold your chin high.

Tywin freezes before his eyes slowly lift to meet yours, a look of sheer contempt clear in his eyes, “Excuse me?” he snips out.

“I refuse to marry him father, I will not do it” you seethe.

Tywin finally rises from his chair, “You will do as you are told. Whether you like the command or not. You are my daughter and you will do as I say,” his voice is tight, he’s clearly losing his patience with you, but you don’t back down.

You feel tears start to gather in your eyes now, anger being met with complete and utter despair, “No! I won’t let you sell me off like some piece of cattle, I’m your daughter for god’s sake! Does that mean nothing to you? We are Lannister’s!” you cry, voice cracking.

“Enough!” Your father yells, hands slamming against the table loudly, causing you to jump slightly.

“I am used to this coming from your sister, but I expected more from you,” he bites, “Now you best leave before I decide to marry you off to someone like Loras Tyrell instead,” his voice is eerily calm as he finishes, something that scares you slightly.

So, swallowing your pride, you nod, “As you wish, my lord hand.” You sneer the last part before turning on your heel and all but run from the room.

The door closes with a certain finality behind you and you can’t stop the tears that follow.

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You sit stiffly beside your father and sister in the banquet hall, watching as the festivities celebrate the arrival of your betrothed roar throughout the room. You had yet to meet the man you were to marry, and silently, you were thankful for it. You weren’t entirely sure you would be able to keep your tongue if the man came to see you, so you thought it best to put off the inevitable. However, as your eyes roamed over the crowd of people, they finally landed on the one person you were trying to avoid.

Prince Oberyn himself.

You watched as he talked boisterously with Margery and Olenna Tyrell, and you also took note of the beautiful woman latched onto his arm. You furrowed your brow slightly, and Cersei must have seen what caught your eye because she let out a dry laugh before nudging your shoulder with her hand.

“I see you have finally spotted your betrothed,” she says.

You turn to look at her slightly, “Apparently so,” you sigh.

“I just wish he would have left his paramour in Dorne,” she says, disdain clear in her words, “It is rather tasteless.”

Your eyes widen and your heart drops into your stomach, “His what?” you whisper, trying to hold back the bile you felt rising in your throat.

Cersei gives you a sympathetic smile. While the woman was known for her cruelty, she had a soft spot for her baby sister, and she was just as angry at your father for his decision as you were, but she had fought that battle before, and lost. So, all she could do was watch.

“I’m sorry my sweet,” she says sincerely, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You take your eyes from her concerned ones and turn your gaze back to your future husband, only to find him staring right back, a devilish grin on his face as he raises his glass to you. You immediately stand from your seat, almost knocking the chair over in the process, and grab your dress in your hands, ignoring your father’s shocked and angered expression.

“(y/n) what in the seven hell’s-“

You cut him off, trying to ignore the confused expression Oberyn sent your way, “Excuse me for a moment,” you whisper, walking swiftly from the table and out of the room, ignoring your father’s frustrated calls of your name all the while.

You wove through the throngs of people, desperate to get out of the suffocating room. Just as you broke through the crowd and got through the doors of the banquet hall you ran directly into what felt like a wall. You let out a startled gasp when you felt a steadying hand on your low back, quickly stepping away and looking up to see that the wall you ran into hadn’t been a wall at all.

It was Oberyn, with his paramour at his side, both of them smiling sweetly at you.

You couldn’t stop the deep frown that settled onto your face as you took a step back from them both, pushing his hand from you, earning confused and somewhat concerned looks from them both. But Oberyn gives you a polite bow, nonetheless, sending you another award-winning smile.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet my betrothed,” he begins, voice thick with a dornish accent, “Prince Oberyn Martell, and Ellaria Sand” He introduces them both, looking at you expectantly.

You had to compose yourself momentarily, you felt tears bubbling in the back of your eyes, but they were quickly stamped out by the anger at your situation. Part of you knew it was irrational, that Oberyn was as forced into this arrangement as you were, yet you couldn’t stop the frustration from escaping, despite all your lady-like training.

You grip the skirt of your dress in your fists tightly, “I wish I could say the same my prince but I cannot,” you begin, feeling a slight sense of triumph at the baffled expressions on both of their faces. You continue.

“I didn't even know of this arrangement until this morning and then I find out that you were to arrive this evening. Then I sit at dinner all night without a single greeting from the man I’m being forced to marry, and I find out from my sister that you brought your paramour with you?” you scoff, “So Prince Oberyn and Ellaria Sand, I am not pleased to meet you in the slightest,” you bark before turning on your heel to return to your chambers, not seeing the concerned glances the pair share as you depart.

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The next day you sit in the gardens for breakfast with Sansa while enjoying lemon cakes and the book you have most recently started reading. Sansa and yourself had become quick friends, you being at her side since she arrived in kings landing all those moons ago. You were several years older than her, only a few years younger than Cersei, but you saw her as a younger sister, and she was just happy to have a friend among the enemies. She was currently doing some needlework while you read, the both of you snacking on lemon cakes, when she spoke up, breaking the silence.

“I still can’t believe you said those things to Lord Tywin and Prince Oberyn,” she says quietly, “Aren’t you afraid of what they might do?” she asks innocently.

You pull your eyes from your book and look at the girl for a moment, taking in her questioning stare as she set the embroidering hoop in her lap, and you sighed.

“As much as Tywin likes to look menacing, he would never hurt me. And as for Prince Oberyn-“ you scoff, “I would rather fight the mountain than be married off to a Dornish prince,” you say, earning a gasp followed quickly by laughter from the young girl.

“No, you wouldn’t,” she says before sighing wistfully and returning to her work, “I think Prince Oberyn is quite charming.”

You frown for a moment, taking in the girl’s words. While you absolutely loathed the idea of being married off to some far away lord, you had to admit that Sansa was right. The first thing that flashed through your mind when you saw him at the banquet last night was his charming nature. His dark hair matched with the well-kept scruff lining his jaw, his deep yet sincere dark eyes, and his albeit inappropriate yet fine silk robes, were all things that you noticed. Prince Oberyn was an attractive man, and to make things even worse for you, Ellaria was an equally attractive woman. Perhaps that is what scared you most.

Yes...scared.

While you try to hide your emotions behind a thinly veiled act of anger, you were terrified. Terrified of moving so far away from everything you knew. Terrified of marrying a man you didn’t know. And now, terrified that you would never be truly loved by your future husband, as it seemed that his love was already claimed by another.

You were drawn from your thoughts by Sansa calling your name, an amused smirk on her face, “Thinking about a certain Dornish Prince?” she teases.

You roll your eyes, “Oh shut up,” you groan, “But you’re right.” You relent, “The prince is quite charming. But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want to marry him.”

Sansa just nods, still sewing, before she speaks up once more, “Are you scared? I know I was scared when I had to marry King Joffrey,” she admits quietly, before looking shocked by her own words and started to backtrack, “But I’m sure you aren’t. That was a stupid question.” She mutters, quickly returning to her work.

You sit up straighter, moving to reassure the girl that it was, in fact, not a stupid question, when you see a familiar figure clad in orange and yellow approaching your table. You let out a small sigh and rested a hand onto Sansa’s gently, stilling her movements.

“I’m quite terrified actually,” you admit, casting a glance at the Prince who was now a few feet away.

Sansa catches your gaze and sends you a small smile before picking up her sewing and standing from her seat, curtsying to Oberyn as she leaves. You watch her go before you finally turn your attention to the Prince standing in front of you, hands clasped behind his back. You lift your book up to block the sun from your eyes, trying to get a better look at him.

“Good morning Lady (y/n),” he greets kindly, gesturing to the seat across from you, “May I sit?”

You set the book down and look at the chair previously occupied by Sansa and sigh, “I suppose.”

Oberyn smiles and takes a seat, hands clasped and resting on the table. Neither of you say anything for a moment. You sit silently tracing the letters etched into the leather cover of your book, while Oberyn watches you quietly. You take in a deep breath before resting both your hands atop the book impatiently, “Is there a reason you ruined my breakfast, or do you just enjoy tormenting me?” you asked snidely.

Oberyn sent you an amused smile before leaning back in his chair, “We are to be married in less than a fortnight,” he says simply, shrugging his shoulders.

You scoff, “I am well aware of that,” you snap, “I don’t see why you came all this way to rub that in my face.”

Oberyn sighed, “I know you are unhappy with this arrangement, but I am no happier than you are,” he begins, “In Dorne we believe in free love. Being with whoever you want and loving whoever you want, so this-“ he gestures between you two, “is not something I desire either.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. You should be happy. He just affirmed that he doesn’t want this marriage either, just like you. So why did it hurt so much? Was it the fact that you were destined to be in a mutual disagreement for the rest of your life? Or was it more?

Before you could find an answer Oberyn spoke up once more, “But it is happening. And I would rather not be miserable for the next, however many years of my life. So, if you could at least try to like me, I would greatly appreciate it,” he says finally, sending you another one of those dashing smiles, except this time instead of infuriating you, it makes your heart flutter.

You clear your throat, and glance from the Prince sitting across from you back down to your book, opening it to the page you left off on, “I suppose that’s not such a terrible idea my Prince,” you say casually.

Obery chuckles, “Please, you are to by my wife, Oberyn is fine.”

You only nod at his words, trying to busy yourself with the book in front of you, but he isn’t having any of it.

“Not many women from the north are fond of books,” he notes, pointing to the object in your hands.

You roll your eyes, “This is the south.”

Oberyn just chuckles again, igniting yet another round of butterflies in your stomach, “You have it all wrong my lady-“

“Oh, do I?” you ask indignantly.

He smiles and nods, “this is the north,” he insists, “Dorne is the true south.”

You peer at him over your book, you supposed it did make some sense geographically, but you weren’t going to let him know that, so you shrug, “Yes well, here-“ you gestured around you, “it’s the south and Dorne is just Dorne,” you say simply, attempting to return to your book.

“Have you ever been?” his voice interrupts you once more so you sigh, setting your book down since it didn’t seem like you would get much reading done anyway.

“Have I been where?”

He smiles, “To Dorne.”

You purse your lips, “No, I haven’t…” you pause for a moment before crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair, not wanting to seem too interested but curious nonetheless, “What is it like?”

Oberyn gives you the biggest grin you think you’ve ever seen, before he goes on to tell you of his homeland. The sparkling blue waters, the water gardens, the beautiful flowers and buildings. You spend the next few hours like that. Just talking about your home, his home, and anything else that comes up, and as much as you hate to admit it, you start to enjoy his company. The only reason you end the conversation is because your handmaiden comes to get you to start getting fitted for your dress. As the words leave her mouth you feel a lump form in your throat.

Yes…the wedding.

You had almost forgotten about the dreadful event while you spent the morning talking to Oberyn. He had put you at ease and seemed to make your anxieties melt away. But as the Handmaiden so kindly reminded you, time was of the essence, and the wedding was truly not that far off. You had to fight back the fearful tears as you stood from your chair and gave a small curtsy to Oberyn.

“I’ll be seeing you Oberyn,” you say politely.

He smiles, taking your hand in his own and pressing his lips gently to the back of it, “Good day Lady (y/n).”

All you could manage was a wobbly smile before he dropped your hand and you turned to follow your handmaiden, all the fears from before bubbling back to the surface.

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Despite the constant reminders of your impending doom, you and Oberyn continued to meet. He would find you in the gardens or the library or even stumble upon you walking through the castle and you two would end up spending hours together. He would tell you more stories of Dorne, or about his training at the citadel, something you found quite interesting to say the least; and he would ask you about your family, your hobbies, and really anything else about you. you realized as the days turned into weeks and your wedding was only a day away, that you had fallen in love with the Prince of Dorne. A feeling that scared you to no end.

Through these two weeks since you first found out about the betrothal, you had come to love everything about Oberyn. His smile, his laugh, the way his eyes crinkled when he did both of those things. You loved his sense of adventure and his knowledge of seemingly everything there was to know. You loved the way he would hold your hand gently or kiss you on the cheek when bidding you goodnight.

You loved Oberyn Martell.

So, when he started to bring Ellaria along to some of his meetings with you, you couldn’t help but feel jealousy rise within you. But not an anger driven Jealousy – no - this was a despairing saddening jealousy. Because she was a wonderful and kind woman. She had been nothing but kind to you since you met, bringing you sweets, or tucking a flower behind your ear, or braiding your hair. On top of all these overly kind and compassionate gestures, she was beautiful. More beautiful and electrifying than you thought you could ever be. So, you didn’t think for a moment that Oberyn could ever love you when Ellaria was right there. Seven hells, he already had her. He loves her, it was so blatantly clear in the way he looks at her or kisses her or tucks flowers behind her ear. You just knew he would never love you, a thought that made your heart ache so deep in your chest that your throat tightened up anytime you thought about it. Which was most of the time if you were being honest. You had cried yourself to sleep almost every night for the past four nights, even breaking down on poor Sansa one morning at breakfast, forcing the girl to try and console you as you cried into the lemon cakes.

Tonight, the evening before the wedding, was no different.

You had gone to the gardens to try and find some peace from your restless thoughts, hoping the stars would give you some comfort. But as you looked up into the night sky, the crickets chirping and the crackle of the torches filling the air, all you could think of was Oberyn. All you could see were the constellations he had pointed out to your mere nights ago, and the stories Ellaria gave them as he did so. The only thing you would think of as you collapsed, sobbing, onto a nearby bench was the fact that you were about to enter a one-sided marriage, a loveless union with non-mutual feelings. Your chest was aching so fiercely you thought your heart might rip from your chest and it even made your fingers tingle. You couldn’t hear anything over your own sobs, so when a warm hand rested itself on your shoulder you jerked in surprise wiping quickly at your tears as you looked up to identify the intruder. Your heart sank even further when you realized it was the very man you were crying over, sitting next to you on the stone bench, a look of deep concern etched onto his features.

“What is wrong my flower? What has caused you such sadness?” he asks quietly, his hand coming to wipe gently at the tears still streaming down your cheeks.

You sniffle and turn away from him, slightly embarrassed that he found you in such a state, yet unable to compose yourself or stop the tears. You don’t say anything. what could you say? Confess your love to a man who doesn’t love you back? Tell him you are still terrified of getting wed tomorrow? Neither of those options sounded appealing, yet Oberyn seemed to understand anyways. He let out a long sigh, cradling one of your hands in both of his.

“Ah,” he breathes, “The wedding.”

“Yes,” you say simply, throat clogged with too many emotions to say much more.

Oberyn turns to face you, hands squeezing yours reassuringly, “What are you afraid of flower?” His voice is sincere, and filled with concern, and this alone brings more tears to your eyes, and another wave of cries wrack your body as you finally crack. All of your pent-up emotions and thoughts spilling out at once.

“I’m afraid of this marriage Oberyn,” you cry, wiping at your nose with your free hand, “I love you,” you finally admit, “I have grown to love you over this short time, and it terrifies me because you have her.”

Oberyn’s brows knit together in confusion, “Ellaria? What does she have to do with this?” he asks incredulously.

You look at him now, really look at him for the first time since he’s sat down, and you see utter confusion on his face, something out of character for the usually confident and suave man, and you take in a deep, shuddering breath.

“She has everything to do with this,” you whisper, “You lover her.” You say finally, a single tear slips down your cheek as you finally say the words out loud, “You love her Oberyn. Not me. And as much as I love you,” your voice cracks pathetically, “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in a one-sided marriage,” you say finally.

Your words hang heavy in the air and, for a moment, everything is silent. Even the crickets have stopped singing and the only thing you can hear are your quiet sniffles. Nothing is said for what feels like ages, until Oberyn takes your chin between his fingers and gently urges you to look at him.

“It’s true,” he begins, “I am in love with Ellaria,” he states.

You let out a small sigh and close your eyes, your heart breaking in two. But Oberyn’s hands cupping the sides of your face make you open your eyes once more and you are greeted with his dark brown eyes swimming in emotion as he gazes at you.

“But I love you too,” he admits, “You can love more than one person, my love. And I love Ellaria and you. My love for is more vast than the stars in the sky, and I knew it from the moment I met you in that hallway,” his words were laced with emotion.

Even though you could tell he was sincere, the seed of self-doubt was planted deeper than you thought, and you shook your head.

“How can you love me when you have Ellaria?” you ask quietly.

Oberyn smiles, one hand moving down to rest behind your neck while the other stayed on your cheek, thumb wiping away any traces of tears.

“Because you are different from any woman I’ve met,” he whispers, “You are fierce and have a quick wit, yet you are unceasingly kind and compassionate. I love the way your nose crinkles when you disagree with something and I love the way you speak about the things you are passionate about. I love the way your eyes shine when you laugh with Sansa or speak with Ellaria. I love your smile and your humor and your biting edge and your passion – “ he pauses for a moment, just to look at you for a moment longer before he continues, “I love you my flower, all of you.”

Before you can process the whirlwind of emotions his words brought upon you, Oberyn is pulling you in for a passionate yet gentle kiss. And as if his words didn’t reassure you enough, this kiss did. You both said all of the things you couldn’t say out loud during this moment, and when you finally pulled away, you were both smiling the most genuinely happy smiles you had in a long time. And for the first time since you found out about this arrangement, you weren’t afraid. You were excited - happy even - to be lucky enough to marry a man like Oberyn.

He smiles at you sweetly, pressing another quick kiss to your lips and asking, “Are you still afraid?”

You just chuckle and shake your head, “Not in the slightest, my Prince.”

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[letaliabane]

Your Mine

anon request: you are an agent along with Whiskey and he gets jealous of you and Tequilas close relationship. You prove to him that you and him are close *wink wink* (Unless you don’t write smut LMAO)

warnings: smut smut smut smut - ALWAYS WRAP UP KIDS!

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20. You have no idea what you do to me (NSFW list)

You could tell Jack was watching you as you laughed along to one of Tequila’s many jokes, catching up after his transfer trip to London. 

You had been at the Statesman agency for over a year and in that same time period you also happened to capture the eye of a certain cowboy, the undeniably charismatic Agent Jack Whiskey. 

At first you thought it was just harmless flirting since he did it with every woman either in the agency or when on the job. But when you ended up waking up next to him after one too many drinks and more than a heated kiss, he confessed to you that he actually wanted to try and make something work between you. 

And before he kissed you and pushed you back against the bed, you agreed. 

Many of the agents were delighted you were together, particularly Gin and Tequila who both had been making bets on when you’d become a couple. 

But some of the others weren’t so kind, especially to Jack. Due to the fact there was an age gap, they liked to make jokes about his age and how he couldn’t “keep up.” Most of the time, both of you would put the agents in their place, but at times you noticed it did get to Jack. 

As you laughed and joked afar with Tequila, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. It didn’t help that just a couple of seats down he heard two of the younger male agents chatting who also happened to be looking in that direction. 

‘Damn check out Y/N, she’s lookin good isn’t she? God what I would do to her-’ 

‘Dude she’s off limits remember? She’s with Whiskey, has been for a while now.’ 

‘Pfft. Is she blind? He’s twice her age!’ 

‘I know right, the same thing I said when Rosé told me! I would love to show her what she’s missing out on. He probably can’t even go more than one round!’

‘Your totally wrong on that. He probably can’t even get past foreplay!’ 

Jack tossed back the rest of the whiskey he had been nursing as the two agents chuckled drunkenly, slamming his glass down before making his way out, not wanting to let his anger get the better of him. 

You noticed him move out of the corner of your eye, turning to watch as he swiftly left the tavern. Tequila noticed too. ‘Hey what’s up with Whiskey?’ 

‘No idea …’ Your words drifted off as you noticed the two agents sitting near where you had left him, their eyes hungrily looking your figure up and down, one even having the nerve to wink.

You scoffed, finishing off the rest of your drink, ‘I’m gonna go check on him okay? I’ll catch up with you later.’

‘Yeah for sure, get goin!’ 

You searched throughout the living spaces of the Statesman Agency for him, even briefly visiting your shared apartment to no avail of finding his presence. The last place on your list was his private office. 

You peaked through the double doors of his office, watching as he stood over his desk, pouring himself a tall glass of scotch. You gave a slight knock to the door, his lips lifting into a wide smile at the sight of you. 

‘Hey darlin, what are you doing here?’ 

‘Looking for you Jack. You disappeared from the tavern,’ You said as you pushed the doors wider, letting yourself just cross the threshold.  

He nodded towards pile of folders at the edge of the desk, ‘Thought I’d get back to finishing these off.’ 

‘Now that is something I do not believe Agent Whiskey. A couple of hours ago you were dragging me from my own office for a night out.’ 

When he just looked away, the desk apparently becoming more interesting to him, you sighed. While he wasn’t looking, you locked the door to his office before making your way over. 

You slowly removed his Stetson, settling it on the hook that hung on the wall before running your fingertips through his hair. He sighed, leaning into your touch. Jack opened his eyes when you tipped his chin up to find your eyebrow raised, ‘I hope you haven’t been listening to what those pubescent idiots have been saying.’

He chuckled deeply, but it faded when you continued to stare down at him, sighing once more. ‘I try not to let it get to me sweetheart, sometimes on days like this I can’t help but think they’re right-’

‘Well they’re not,’ You state, keeping your hand beneath his chin, ‘Your the best thing that could ever happen to me. I don’t want someone younger, or whatever they say. I love you, I want you, and only you.’ 

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you loosened his tie, beginning to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt, ‘And I don’t need a little boy when I have a man and fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.’

‘Fuck I love you too Y/N-’ Jack let out a groan as you pressed your lips to his, running his hand through your hair, letting it fall loose from the tight bun you had it in all day. But just as he began to pull you into his lap, you pulled away, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

‘This is about you tonight Jack,’ You smirked as you got onto your knees, tugging his pants free and pulling out his cock, giving a firm squeeze. 

‘Oh fuck Y/N …’ He grunted as you began to stroke his cock, squeezing it every few moments before placing your mouth over him, moaning as you began to bob your head up and down over his cock. You felt him tense beneath you, his hand coming to run once more through your hair, gripping it as you fluttered your eyes up at him. 

You gagged lightly as his hips lifted involuntarily against your mouth, his hand instantly grasping you cheek, his thumb caressing it as an apology. You quickly took his hand, giving it a firm squeeze, relaxing yourself as he began to fuck his cock into your mouth. You couldn’t help but sneak a few fingers past your panties, moaning against him as you flicked over your clit desperately. 

Quickly Jack pulled you off, causing you to gasp for air before he slammed his lips to yours, his tongue slipping past and battling yours, moaning at the touch of his own taste. 

He tugged you roughly into his lap, pushing your dress up as his hands grasped your ass firmly, your hips rolling against his, both of you moaning against each other as his cock ran along your wet ruined panties. 

With a growl against your cheek, Jack ripped your panties, sending the flimsy fabric to the floor. You lifted you hips, positioning yourself over him before sinking down on him, whimpering against his neck as he cursed. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck before swivelling your hips, bouncing yourself on his cock. The chair shook as you both moved together, undoing more of the buttons of his shirt, gripping his heated skin. He firmly pulled down the fabric of your dress and bra down, attaching his lips to your nipple. 

‘Jesus christ Jack!’ You threw your head back whimpering, pressing his head firmly to your chest as his tongue swept over your breast. Your body trembled against him as you continued to bounce on his cock, slowing down by a beat, Jack noticing how your thighs tensed and were rigid against his. 

You gasped when he gripped your waist, holding you close as he began to fuck up into you. 

‘Oh my god-fuck!’ You whimpered, eyes squeezed shut, clinging to Jack’s forearms, his lips dragging down your neck in small line of wet kisses, nipping at your collarbone.

‘Thats right Y/N, come on sweetheart, I can feel how close you are,’ He muttered against your skin, slamming his cock into you faster, feeling himself also tethering on the edge of released your pussy squeezed around him.  

You felt his hand drag down the front of your stomach before hastily pressing his thumb to your clit. Your mouth opened in a silent cry as you cummed suddenly, your whole body trembling as you fell against Jack, tugging his hair hard. 

He groaned as your warmth embraced his cock, slamming his hips against yours shakily. As you briefly regained your senses, you licked at his ear, whimpering, ‘Cum for me Jack, I need you to cum so badly for me baby.’ 

At this he let out a growl, his hips stuttering against you as he pressed his forehead to your neck, whimpering as his cum filled you up. 

You both lay silent against one another for a moment, chests heaving, dishevelled, clothes undone and hanging off limbs, and covered in sweat. Both of you hissed as he pulled out slowly, your pussy clenching on nothing for a fleeting moment, leaving a wet trail on your thigh. 

In a daze, you noticed Jack tucked himself back into his pants before standing up with you in his arms, moving over to the large couch that sat in a corner of the office. 

When he sat comfortably, rubbing your back gently, you lifted your head, looking up at him with a sleepy smile, ‘I’m yours Jack, and you’re mine.’ 

He smirked down at you, cupping your cheek gently, ‘Couldn’t imagine being anyone else’s sweetheart.’ 

Jack brushed matted hair away from your eyes, pressing his lips to your forehead before allowing you to tuck your head once more beneath his chin, holding you close. 

Masterlist | Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Tagged: @pascalisthepunkest​

A/N: Okay THIS is my first proper smut, Good Girl (for Javier) was just a touch of it! Jesus I was sweating while writing this! I don’t know why I felt so threatened by this request … I literally was like CHALLENGE FUCKIN ACCEPTED ANON! Also my hormones are all over the place because time of the month so .. yeah *vanishes under blanket with hundreds of chocolate bars*

Remember requests are open for Pedro Pascal characters! Check it out and request whatever you like!

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[ohpedromypedro]

Tense

A/N: Before you read, let me just warn you that fic is unlike anything I’ve written before because there is an alternate ending. There are two ways this fic can go and it’s all based on your choice on an outfit that is important to the fics plot, which you will see later as you read. Depending on your choice, you can either keep reading this fic or click the link that will take you to the alternate ending (or you can read both, that’s cool too). Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, it took me almost a week to get all of this written. 🙃

This one’s for you, @snazzyjazzy6​ 💕

word count: 3.4k+

pairing: Pedro Pascal x aspiring actress!Reader

warnings: Can I just say everything and leave it at that? 😩 SMUT obviously, swearing, jealousy, slight possessive Pedro (the good possessive, not the unhealthy possessive), dom themes, blowjob, creampie, Papi kink, etc etc I could go on.

You were 25 when you got the call from your talent agency telling you that there’s a Hollywood actor looking to personally mentor a wannabe actor/actress and immediately you signed up for the “position”, taking it as a huge opportunity in bringing you closer to becoming a Hollywood actress, probably your life’s biggest dream, so you were not going to let it slip away. When you found out which actor was going to be personally mentoring you in the acting world, you nearly fainted. Pedro fucking Pascal himself was going to be your mentor and all those little celebrity crush feelings you had for him that have been building over the years come flooding right through you, the feeling almost too indescribable. Immediately you realized that you are probably the luckiest girl on the whole planet and oh, how much fun with Pedro you’re going to have.

Pedro knew the day he met you for the first time that mentoring you was not going to be easy. It’s not that you’re a bitch or one of those annoying, snooty rich girls only looking for fame for narcissistic reasons and not for money since you’re already rich, which has been seen before, many times. No, you? You make things difficult because you’re perfect, attractive in every possible way, especially with those sexy little outfits you decide to saunter around in sometimes, and you’re outright down to Earth. Your personality is positive, almost bubbly, but it’s the way your features brighten every time something makes you smile or laugh that makes it harder for Pedro not to fall even more for you than he already had the day you first met. And oh, that laugh, how he loves to make you laugh just so he can listen to it.

The fact that you’re half Pedro’s age makes the situation even harder, for him at least. He’s into you, really into you, but he can’t find it in himself to take advantage of you in any way since you’re still so young. Would you consider it being taken advantage of? No. But does he know that? Also no. Not only that, but Pedro genuinely believes there’s no way you’d want someone twice your age, let alone him. Oh if only he knew what goes on in that head of yours every time you’re in his presence...your little fangirl fantasies of him taking you from behind over the nearest surface while praising in your ear how talented of an actress you are going to be thanks to him, how you’ll be the hottest Hollywood couple one day. The thought makes you wet.

You enjoy every minute spent with Pedro, though. You love how passionate he is about helping you to better your acting skills and love even more how comforting he can be when you can’t quite get a scenario down which gets you close to  tears because you feel like a failure. He’s patient with you, understands that you can’t always get things down right away, practice does make perfect after all, especially in the film industry and you’re extremely grateful he cares enough to be patient with you. Your acting lessons aren’t the only thing that Pedro needs to be patient with, though. There’s more to your building relationship than just the lessons and mentoring.

You’re together almost always, Pedro having decided early on in his choice to start mentoring someone that he’ll have them travel with him, give them a feel of Hollywood ahead of time, so being in your presence and witnessing first hand your nonstop beauty and what he thinks to be unintentional teases drives him almost insane in the patience department. There’s only so much a man can take. What he thinks are unintentional teases though, are actually the most intentional teases you’ve ever committed. You want to reel him in, for him to finally admit the feelings he’s been too afraid to confess. You see the way Pedro looks at you, eye fucks you any time you wear one of your mini skirts and it has you wondering why he hasn’t made a move on you yet. Perhaps you need to try a little better…

And you do. You put together an outfit that you know will get Pedro to stop holding back, to finally admit the way he feels for you, and well put together your outfit is.

a/n: here is where the choice comes in.

option 1:

for this choice, you continue reading. 

option 2, which I put together myself specifically for this alternate ending:

For option 2, if you prefer that option instead, you will click on the link attached above.

*option 1 continuation*

Today you’re joining Pedro at a studio where he will be doing a photoshoot for a magazine interview. As his guest, you get to sit back and watch from behind the scenes while the crew goes to work in capturing Pedro’s beauty and perfection. You knew today would be the perfect day to wear the outfit you put together, finally able to get your master plan to work.

What you weren’t expecting was for one of the lighting crew members to hit on you the whole time, leaning in a little too close to you, even making a comment about how nice your outfit looks on you but would look even better on his bedroom floor. It ticks Pedro off to no end, but makes you extremely grateful because now you know judging by the many looks Pedro burns into the poor unknowing guy that today you may finally get what you’ve been so desperately wanting. A confession. But oh, how more than a confession you will get.

On the ride back to the hotel after Pedro finishes his photoshoot for the mag, he’s tense. Hands tight on the steering wheel, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling with each deep breath he takes to calm himself. It’s a side of him you’ve never seen, but a side that doesn’t scare you. You can tell he’s inwardly fighting with himself, the words the lighting crew member said to you on repeat in his head. He had heard the guy loud and clear, wanted to jump on him and knock his ass out then and there, but he had work to take care of and couldn’t take the risk of ruining it over jealousy.

“Pedro…” You murmur as soothing as you can, reaching out to gently rest your hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay? You’re tense.”

“I’m--” he sighs, shaking his head. “Can we get back to the hotel first?”

“Oh, sure. Of course.” You bite your lip, sitting in silence the rest of the way to the hotel while occasionally throwing side glances his way.

You wish you could read his mind, to hear what’s going through his head at this very moment, but you know that with patience and due time you will find out and you’ll for sure be satisfied with the outcome.

Finally after what feels like hours, even though it was only a good 20 minute drive back, you reach the hotel you’re staying at and Pedro immediately parks the car and turns the engine off, staring silently at the dashboard for a few moments before turning his head to look in your direction. He opens his mouth to speak, but can’t form any words for what he has to say. Finally he just sighs and gives his head a small shake.

“We’ll talk inside.”

“Okay,” you give him an understanding smile, reaching over to give his hand a reassuring squeeze before pulling back so you can open your door and get out, Pedro following suit right after you.

The two of you head straight for the elevator to bring you up to your adjoined rooms in the hotel, the ride up to your floor increasingly painful for Pedro because he just wants to grab you right here and now and pull you into a kiss you will never forget, but he knows he has to wait until you’re both in the safety and privacy of your rooms, just in case.

Once you reach your doors, you give each other a “see in you a sec” smile before scanning your room keys and walking into your rooms. Once the door to your room is closed, you immediately start walking to the door adjoining your rooms together, Pedro right there with you. Before you can even get a word out, he’s grabbing you by the face and pulling you in for a deep, almost possessive kiss, eliciting a loud moan from your lips.

“Pedro,” you gasp as you kiss him hard in return, your hands sliding up his chest before slipping behind his neck where you gently card your fingers through his hair, smiling when he hums at the feeling. “What made you cave?” You murmur once you pull back from the kiss, moving to press your forehead against his.

“Meaning?” He hums, meeting your gaze.

“What made you finally decide to give in to your feelings toward me?”

“You knew?”

“Duh, why do you think I’ve been so desperate to get your eyes on me? I want you to feel that way.”

“Wait...you were intentionally dressing in clothes that you know I’d like?” He smirks, his hand coming up to grab your jaw. “And what about this outfit? Did you wear this one for me or that pathetic little lighting guy?”

“I’m sorry?” You squeak, biting your lip at his sudden grip to your jaw. Oh how wet you have become in a matter of two seconds.

“I said,” he tightens his grip on your chin, backing you up until the back of your knees hit the end of your bed and keeping your gaze locked on his while he moves forward. “Did you wear this for me or for the pathetic little lighting guy?”

“For you, Pedro.” You murmur. “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous of some lighting guy?” You move to sit on the foot of the bed, Pedro’s grip still firm on your jaw as you look up at him. “I only want you, Pedro.”

“Yeah?” He grins, moving to drop in front of you so he can be at eye level with you, his thumb moving to brush along your bottom lip. “You know what my favorite part about practicing lines with you is?”

“N-no?”

“Your lips... I love watching the way they move so fluidly when you speak, how they tug into a wide grin when something brings you joy or amuses you. And you know what else?” He hums, tracing his thumb along your bottom once more before pressing it against your parted lips.

“Wh-what?” You whisper, darting your tongue out to touch his thumb.

“I always imagine how beautiful they would look wrapped around my cock.”

“Please,” you nearly moan out your words, which Pedro immediately catches onto.

“Yeah you want that? My cock in your mouth?” He pushes his thumb into your mouth, groaning in delight as you immediately start sucking on it while giving your head a nod, your eyelashes batting as you continue keeping your gazes locked on one another’s. “What an obedient little thing you are...aren’t you?”

“Mmmm yeah…” You pull his thumb from your mouth, moving forward to kiss him hard while you drop one of your hands to palm him through his pants. “Need your cock so bad, Pedro. Please.”

Pedro groans and immediately pulls away so he can stand up and start undoing the buckle of his belt, his button and zipper soon following suit. He studies your face as he pulls his cock free, the way your eyes light up in delight at the sight of him sending relief right through his core and you can’t help but to lick your lips with a pleased smile. He bites his lip, closing the space between you until his cock is inches from your face and gripping it in one of his hands.

“You like what you see?”

“Fuck yes. Just as big as I imagined you to be...” You immediately dip your head to lick a long stripe along the underside of his shaft, eliciting a pleased groan from his throat. “You like that?” You smile, doing it again, but this time ending with your lips wrapped around his touch starved cockhead, gently sucking and swirling your tongue around it in circles.

“Fuck.” He grunts, dropping his hand to grab at your hair and clench it tightly between his fingers. “This mouth is mine to fuck and mine to fuck only, got it?”

“Mmmhmmm…” You hum around him, groaning when he suddenly pushes his cock right toward the back of your throat, your eyes rolling back as you gag around him. He starts forcing your head back and forth on his length using his grip on your hair, a smirk tugging at his lips when you start bobbing on your own and taking him even further down your throat.

“Look at you, taking that cock down your throat so well. Fuck,” he growls, watching with lust blown pupils as you suck him off, one of your hands gripping at his thighs while the other slips beneath the fabric of your skirt to start rubbing your clit. You deepthroat him once more before pulling off him with a gasp and a moan, your gaze set on his.

“I want you inside me.” 

“Yeah? You want this big cock in your pretty little pussy?” He smirks, tugging you up by your hair and into a searing kiss, his freehand slipping beneath your skirt to feel your wetness. He groans when he feels not only how drenched you are for him, but also how you lack panties. “So drenched and ready...and all for me?”

“Yes,” you breathe, your hips grinding against his hand. “Please…”

“I’m going to fuck this soaked little pussy of yours and I’m going to fuck it so well that you’ll never want another cock in your life.”

“I-I don’t want any other cock, I want yours. Please?” You chew your lip, moving to lay back on the bed so you can spread your legs wide, your glistening folds beckoning Pedro in. “My pussy is all yours.”

Pedro immediately crawls on top of you, his hands forcing your legs wider apart so he can smoothly thrust his cock into you in one swift motion, your head falling back with a long moan. You instinctively squeeze your walls around him at how painful the stretch is, but soon the pain subsides and pure pleasure takes its place.

“Fuck,” you curse together, Pedro’s fingers digging into your thighs as he pulls back and pushes forward again, deeper this time. “You have the t-tighest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt.”

“Please c-claim my pussy...”

“Yeah?” He growls, hitting harder into your womb, one of his hands coming up to grab your throat, not yet squeezing. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Y-yours, Pedro!” You gasp when he suddenly squeezes your throat, your lips parting with a choked moan. He moves his lips to your ear and lets out a displeased sigh, continuing his deep and hard thrusts.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Y-yours?” you whimper, meeting his gaze when he pulls back to look at you again, hand still around your throat.

“Yours who?”

“Ped--”

“Try again, bebita.”

“P-Papi?” You gasp, biting back a moan at the pet name, and loving that he wants you to call him Papi.

“Buena niña. Now tell me again, whose pussy is this?”

“Yours, Papi! It’s all yours! A-all yours to fuck and fill...” You moan out, each deep, hard thrust he makes deepening the pitch of them. You can feel the coil in your stomach slowly begin to burn, your gaze still locked on Pedro’s. “I want to cum on your cock, please.”

“That close already? Is Papi fucking you that good?” He teases, dropping his hand to rub circles on your clit.

“Mmm yeah… S-so fucking good!” You whine, bucking your hips against his thumb when it makes contact with your clit. “Please d-don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he hums, moving his hand from around your throat so he can bury his face into your neck, pressing kisses from just beneath your jaw toward the shell of your ear. “Been wanting you since the day we first met…knew immediately that I made the right choice in starting to mentor again the moment I laid eyes on you… Such a beautiful...talented young girl.” He murmurs in your ear, gently nibbling at your earlobe while keeping his thrusts steady. You moan, loud. “But I didn’t think you’d go for someone like me. Someone...older.”

“Pedro…” Your murmur of his name comes out as a moan, your arms moving to slip around his neck so you can card your fingers through his hair as he continues fucking you closer to your release. “T-twice my age is n-not that much older... Fuck,” you groan deeply, your hands moving to cup his face. “I’ve wanted you long before we even met,  Pedro. When I found out you were going to be my mentor, I just about came in my panties.”

“Fuck, I knew you were perfect.” He laughs softly, genuinely, closing the space between your mouths and kissing you deeply, his thumb on your clit rubbing faster circles. “Cum for me, Y/N. Want to feel you drench each inch of this cock.”

“Gods, yeah!” You cry into the kiss, the combination of Pedro’s thrusts, clit rubs, and words sending you over the edge and into your orgasm, your walls clenching tight around his cock and eliciting a deep groan from his throat.

“Fuck, yes, squeeze Papi’s cock just like that, bebita…” He grunts, moving his lips to kiss at the shell of your ear. “Where do you want--”

“Deep inside of this pussy, Papi… Claim me.”

He immediately moves back to kiss you hard, his pace in thrusts picking up so he can easily coax himself toward his release, his fingers digging hard into your thighs while you both let out moans, his cock twitching and sending thick ropes of cum deep into your womb.

“Fuck,” he groans, kissing you with more passion now rather than possession, every feeling he has toward you poured into it. “You’re perfect.” Kiss. “So fucking beautiful.” Kiss. “And absolutely talented.”

“Pedro...” you moan into the kiss, letting out a quiet whimper when he pulls his length out of you.

He watches as his cum leaks from your whole, swiping it up with two fingers before it reaches the fabric of your skirt and pushing it back into your fucked hole.

“Are you on--”

“Birth control? Yeah,” you smile, slowly moving your hands to gently cup his face. “But eventually, if it’s something you’d want...I won’t have to be on birth control…”

Pedro grins wide at that, leaning into your touch to his face, his own hands moving to rub along your sides. 

“I wish I’d had the guts to admit how I feel for you sooner… If I had known you felt the same…”

“I love you,” you murmur, his face lighting up even more just hearing those words leave your lips.

“I love you too, Y/N. So much. And when I saw and heard that guy hitting on you earlier, the jealousy just...raged through my body. I would have loved our first time to be more...passionate, but--”

“Pedro, it was absolutely the best sex I’ve had in my entire life and I’m only going to be 26. Honestly?” You bite your lip, brushing your fingers through his hair. “You’re just...the sweetest, most caring and protective man I’ve ever met. You’re more talented than I could ever dream to be, you’re the best mentor a dreamer like me could ever ask for, and you’re extremely patient with me when I’m on the verge of a break. I honestly think you understand me more than anyone else I know… I don’t want anyone but you.”

Pedro smiles at that, leaning back and pulling you with him, settling you on your knees while his arms hold you against him from around your waist. You look up at him to meet his gaze with a bite of your lip, your hands rubbing over his chest before slipping around his neck.

“Let’s make it official then.” He murmurs. “We can keep it on the down low for now, if you’d like. You know how the paparazzi get with celebrity couples.”

“Who knows, maybe they already suspect something. I mean, you are mentoring a wannabe Hollywood actress half your age…” You smirk, giving his lip a gentle nibble.

“You’re not wrong there… Alright, yeah. Let’s announce it. But, I’ll do it through Instagram and it’s going to be the most romantic post I’ve ever put.”

“I can’t wait to read it,” you giggle, elated by the fact that Pedro Pascal is finally yours as you are finally his.

 Pedro taglist: @manuphantom @unadulteratedneckherolover @luna-longbott0m @hanelijoy @anoushkina​ @lireandcampfire

Everything: @halefirewarrior​ @takemepedropascal​ @wildcard566​ @readsalot73​ @talesfromtheguild​ @snazzyjazzy6​ @oberynispunk​ @whiskeyxinxaxteacup​ @pedrosdoll​

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[watching-movies-alone]

Wonder Woman 1984 (2020) - Review & Reactions

🚨🚨SPOILERS!(duh)🚨🚨

Wonder Woman 1984, directed by Patty Jenkins, written by Jenkins along with Geoff Johns, and Dave Callaham, is the sequel-not-sequel to the pretty successful 2017 Wonder Woman (IMDb gave it a 7.4/10). While directed by the same person, this one just didn’t quite hit the mark. 

ONCE AGAIN! Spoilers. 

We open on Themyscira, the land of the Amazons, and the birth place of protagonist Diana. In this, Diana is a child, and competing alongside fully-grown and trained Amazons in an extremely cool obstacle course. 

One of many shots of feet in the movie... was I the only one uncomfortable in these scenes? What is the purpose?

Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s Maybeleen--Maybelline-- fuck it, you know where I’m getting at.

From an intensely riveting opening giving way to an almost cringe-inducing fight scene, I was a bit concerned as to where Wonder Woman 1984 would go. 

We get to see some awesome new characters, with Pedro Pascal taking on the role of Max Lord, and Kristen Wiig as Barbara Minerva. I’m very pleased to say that all of the actors involved did magnificently, and the costuming and makeup departments were superb. 

A lot of backstory was explained with just a few shots, this one included of Diana Prince visiting Trevor Ranch (love-interest Steve Trevor’s family) some time after the War, his watch in front of it.

For all of it’s missteps, Wonder Woman 1984 is overall a pretty okay movie. However! There are quite a few missteps. 

There are a lot of really beautiful shots, and well-executed scenes. Yet, out of the nearly two and a half hours, I’d say maybe two hours are decent. I have a lot of respect for the commentary the movie makes on women in society, and the prevalence of harassment that extends to the present day, but sometimes, this got preachy. 

(Spoilers, again.)

In the movie, we see Kristen Wiig’s character Barbara go from the socially awkward, yet charming, girl to a badass without independent personality. This in and of itself is quite the fall, and the movie was written for this to happen in the way that it did, so there is no reason to knock Wiig for the excellent job she did at working with the script she was given, even if said script could pass for the writings of a semi-coked-up person getting a bit carried away.

I’d like to point out that the incidents of harassment that both Diana and Barbara face are by no means rarities: I’ve noticed more movies addressing this, even briefly, such as in Birds of Prey (2019). This is a good step going forwards, as Hollywood is no stranger to harassment incidents, and this needs to be remedied.

Now back to the movie: Wiig’s character is harassed while walking alone at night, and Diana comes to the rescue. This is a pivotal point in the film, as it makes Barbara even more awestruck by Diana, and she wishes to be ‘like Diana’ when she holds the Wishing Stone thing. Of course, she had no idea that the Diana Prince she knew was also the Wonder Woman saving civilians in shopping malls. She has her ‘glow up’ -- handled quite well -- incrementally, rather than a Spider-Man-esque “I woke up absolutely shredded” moment. 

A few things I really liked about Barbara’s transformation: it was explained why she didn’t need her glasses anymore (something along the lines of “I’ve been reading so much I’ve fixed my eyesight!”), the sense of style is absolutely killer, and seeing Barbara open up socially was fantastic. 

The stuff that wasn’t too great: her personality went totally into the ground, her morals were lost, and she forgot who she was before, desperately clinging onto her newfound powers and status.

Now let’s talk about Max Lord, the other new character and main(?) antagonist of the film.

First thing’s first: I adore Pedro Pascal. 

Secondly, the character he plays is disgustingly familiar. While staying true to the Comics, he also was heavily influenced by 80s pop culture and figures such as Nicholas Cage, as cited by the cast, as well as having an eerily-Trumpian vibe to him. From the hair to the self-absorbed, one-track minded personality, to the estrangement from morals, it’s pretty fair to draw the comparisons. 

Yet, the main drive for Lord was to set up his son, Alistair, for a good future, not wanting him to think his father was a “loser,” and wanting his son to be proud that he was his son. 

This is refreshing because Lord really, really did care about his son, although he did get lost off of the deep end in trying to make himself ‘Great’ (yikes) Enough to take care of them both.

His ‘redemption’ at the end is nice, but good god that scene was uncomfortable to watch. Not in a ‘this is really upsetting because it’s upsetting material’-type uncomfortable, but in a ‘wow this is preachy and soppy as hell, am I being shown Be A Good Person propaganda?’-type uncomfortable. 

My main issues come from the monologues. Not gonna lie. 

I love a good monologue, they’re pretty hard to write, and harder to bring to life. And while I love Gal Gadot’s voice, I hate the words. Off of the top of my head, I can remember at least three monologues: the opening one, the one she gives as Max Lord is Doing His Thing, and I’m pretty sure there was one as she runs away from her meatsack-possessing dead boyfriend. 

La La Land, anyone?

Also a side note, just because you have a lot of material to use, does not mean that you have to use as much as you can fit in. A lot of scenes could have been cut short, and some shots could have been removed entirely and the movie would have conveyed the same messages with less of a door-to-door religion recruiter vibe. 

It was a fun watch, but I wouldn’t pay ticket prices for it, and I sure as hell wouldn’t go to a theatre in the middle of a pandemic to watch any movie, least of all this one. 

Had this been thirty to forty five minutes shorter, it would’ve gotten a whole letter grade higher. 

Cinematography: 70

Screenplay: 40 (had a few gems)

Delivery: 80

Average: 63.33% D-

IMDb gave it a 5.7/10, Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 62%, and Metacritic gave it an outstanding 59%

Stay safe kiddos.

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[fandom-imagines-stories]

Leaving A Mark

Javier Peña x Reader

Words: 3688

Summary: When Javi’s contacts with Los Pepes cross the line, he goes behind their backs to help Fernando Duque escape. Los Pepes decide to look for information elsewhere: you. 

Notes: So this is based on episode seven of season two. I’ve become totally addicted to this show and I’m super excited to possibly write some Mandalorian imagines as well because I love Pedro Pascal. P.S. I’m only basing this off of the fictionalizations in Narcos, so if something is incorrect, I’m sorry!

Warnings: Violence, language, and assault. (If you’ve seen Narcos, you know) 

-

The morning air was sticky and hot, making the sheets stick to your bare skin. The light was too bright for your tired eyes so you turned over to look at a far more welcoming sight. Javi never slept, but last night he’d let himself rest for the first time in weeks. You placed a soft kiss on his shoulder, his skin hot against your lips, and crawled out of bed as gently as possible. Before locating your shirt, you stood in front of the small mirror in your bathroom, placing your hands on your stomach. It was still pretty flat, but it wouldn’t be for long. 

It’d been about a month since you found out. Even without the Escobar terror, you wouldn’t know how to tell Javi. He was a fast man who liked fast women. You only started seeing each other after you helped him cast a group of sicarios when they robbed the cafe you worked at. You were an informant and you were surprised he’d stuck around this long. As soon as he found out about the baby, he’d be gone. 

You jumped, feeling hands trail around your waist before settling on your hips. Javi muttered a ‘good morning’, his face mostly buried in the soft curls of your hair. You quickly dropped your hands and turned around to face him, his arms wrapping around you tighter as you moved. 

“I have to go.” He sighed, forehead resting against yours. 

“I know.” You’d been with him long enough to know the drill. You rarely saw him, and when you did, it was only for the night. You knew what you were for him and what you would never be. But if you could be his escape for even a few moments, it was worth it. After all, he was your escape too. He was all you had left to cling to in this country. 

You knew first hand what Escobar’s empire had done to the families in Columbia. You had been at school in the States when your two younger sisters joined his group of traffickers. They helped him smuggle his cocaine into the states by swallowing small pouches. Until Mariana, the youngest, turned up in a Miami hospital morgue, three pouches having burst in her stomach. Your other sister, Zoe, tried to tell the police the truth about what happened to Mariana and wound up stuffed in the back of an abandoned car, two bullets in her head. 

After that, you moved back to Columbia to take care of your father, a police officer who mainly busted kids vandalizing properties. He died in one of Escobar’s attacks about a year after you came home. Now you were alone and since whatever you had with Javi was all you had, you stuck with it. And when he found out, you’d lose him too. Luckily, you’d found a doctor who would keep your secret. You were meeting with her later that morning for a health check. 

While you found your work uniform, Javier gathered his things and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before rushing out the door. As soon as he was gone, you released the breath you felt like you’d been holding since he woke up. Keeping secrets from a fucking DEA agent was exhausting. After eating a breakfast that you knew you wouldn’t keep down, you grabbed your keys and headed for the clinic. 

The doctor’s name was Rosa and she was married to the man who owned the cafe and she was more than willing to help you throughout the pregnancy. You’d gone a few times already, getting regular checks to make sure that both you and the baby were healthy. Despite the trouble the baby was causing you, you couldn’t afford another loss. 

“Everything looks good.” Rosa grinned, though there was something off about her smile. 

“No changes?” 

“Nope. You and the little guy are both in excellent health.” Her movements were hurried as she put away her equipment. 

“Do you have someone else coming in?” You wondered. “Because I can-”

“Yeah, actually!” She exclaimed, but she said it as if you’d given her a great idea. “I didn’t want to rush you, but we’re all done here, so I’ll see you in a couple weeks.” Rosa walked you to the door of the clinic and her suspicious grin faded into a somber frown. She looked scared. 

“What’s going-”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am.” She put a hand on your shoulder, eyes shooting towards a car parked down the street. “They were gonna go after my kids.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You yanked away, following her gaze as three men exited the vehicle. 

“Just do what they tell you and they won’t hurt you.” She locked the glass door, her eyes filled with guilt as she backed away, disappearing into the building. You turned back to the men heading towards you, they’re expressions dark and determined. You turned on your heel, sprinting down the sidewalk, finding every corner to turn until you weren’t even sure where you were. Your sandals offered little traction, rubbing blisters into your feet. You really thought that you’d lost them. You turned one more corner and straight into the chest of Los Pepes leader- Fidel Castano. You recognized his face from the photos in Javi’s files- you’d snuck a few glimpses when you were helping him catch Escobar’s sicarios. He grabbed your arms with a crushing grip. 

“Get your fucking hands off me!” You shrieked, trying to kick at his legs, not that it was any use. His hand found your throat and squeezed, silencing your screams. 

“We just want to talk.” His coy smile made your stomach churn. “You’re going to help us find someone.” 

“I don’t know anything.” You gasped out, the words clawing their way up your throat like blades. “I swear, I don’t know anything.” 

“Peña’s puta.” He chuckled darkly. The metallic scrape of a switchblade rang through the alley and you felt the ice-cold blade graze your stomach. “And his little mongrel.” Your feet desperately scraped against the pavement, trying to get away. “We know about the kid, Y/N.” He leaned in so his lips were next to your ear, his stinking hot breath burning your cheek. “And we know how to cut it out of you.” With his foul words, his fingers closed your windpipe completely, lifting your feet off of the ground, leaving your legs flailing for something to support you. The more you struggled, the more the knife scraped the skin of your stomach, beginning to draw blood. 

“Please.” You mouthed, completely unable to speak. 

“She’s no good to us dead.” One of the other men interjected. He dropped you just before your vision got dark. You were a coughing and sputtering mess on the pavement, curling up against the wall of the building to put as much distance between you and them as possible. Castano knelt down in front of you, lifting your chin with the end of his knife. 

“You’re going to lead us to Fernando Duque. Or Agent Pena won’t be able to tell your insides from your outsides when they find you.” 

-

Javi didn’t notice you at first as he made his way towards his car. You were pacing in the parking lot, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You looked scared, no, terrified. Seeing your expression, Javier walked faster. You turned and saw his worried face and threw your arms around him, real tears streaming down your face even though the words from your lips were fabricated. 

“They came after me.” You balled, holding up the wadded, bloody cloth that Castano had given you. Javi unfolded the fabric slowly.

“Fuck.” He muttered, quickly wrapping the human finger back up. 

“It’s Alfonzo’s.” This was actually true. In order to get to Rosa, they’d been keeping her husband, your boss, captive only god knows where. Castano told you to say that you found it at the cafe with a note with your name and address on it. 

“Escobar’s pigs are coming back, Javi.” You clung to his jacket, playing up the dramatics as much as possible. You had to make sure that he took you with him. To save the baby that he didn’t even know about. “I know you’re working, but I didn’t know where else to go.” You started to hyperventilate, so Javi set the cloth on the hood of his car and wrapped protective arms around you. 

“I’ve got you, it’s okay.” You were trembling in his embrace so he rubbed soothing circles into your back to try and calm you down. Your fear was genuine. The threat was so much greater than a couple of sicarios looking for revenge. He pushed back gently, holding your face in his hands and wiping away your tears. “I’m going to take you home, okay? I’ll be able to protect you from there.” You shook your head frantically. You had to go with him. 

“No, Javi, they know where I live, they know where I work, hell, they could know I’m here right now.” You looked around, knowing that Los Pepes were off somewhere waiting for your call. Eyes settling back on his face, you tried not to let the guilt show. “I only feel safe with you.”

Javi knew that he was supposed to check in with Duque, but he also couldn’t leave you like this. In the heat of the moment, he didn’t know what else to do. 

“Alright, come with me and we’ll figure this out.” He ushered you to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for you. He gave you a stern look. “Do not get out of the car. No matter what.” You nodded and buckled up. 

You wanted to tell him. You wanted to scream at him to turn around. As soon as you knew where Duque was, you’d have to tell Los Pepes and you knew what would happen to him. His blood will be on your hands for the rest of your life. 

“We know that Peña is hiding him.” Castano had said. “And we have a different source that told us he was leaving today. You find him, you call us. It’s that simple if you ever want to see Peña’s bastard child born.” 

So you didn’t say a word. You watched out the window, trying not to notice his worried gaze dart to you every once in a while. The whole drive you tried to figure out what came next. He would figure it out. Maybe he’d arrest you. Maybe he should. 

Javi pulled up to a motel and paused before he went inside. 

“I’m going to go inside just for a few minutes, okay?” He held your hand tightly in his. “You have to stay in the car. You were never here.” You nodded in understanding and held his hand a little too long as he got out of the car. 

“Javi…” You might as well say it. “I love you.” He looked taken back. He leaned across the driver seat and placed a soft, but passionate kiss on your lips. 

“I will be right back.” 

The car door closed and your heart started to pound. With a shaking hand, you pulled out the phone that Castano gave you and called the number. 

“I’m here.” You said quietly. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Don’t back out on us now, pequeña perra.” He spat. “Or my brother va a joder until you bleed.” You took a deep breath and told him the address. “Gracias por su cooperación.” 

As soon as the phone went dead, you threw it out of the car window, listening to the pieces shatter on the pavement. Even without it, you could still hear his sick, sick voice. Now you just head to learn how to live with what you’d done. 

-

You’d calmed down enough for Javi to take you back to your apartment and get back to work. More than anything, he was worried about you, but he was also beyond pissed. He just wanted to nail these bastards more than ever. He’d never seen you scared of anything before, even when you were helping him catch the pricks attacking the cafe. When he took you home, you just seemed numb. Like all the fight had left you. 

You felt like you’d sold your soul. That you were now just a cowering husk of a person, waiting for Los Pepes to come back and cut the loose end. Soon enough, the pounding on your door made you jump out of your skin. 

“Open up.” Castano’s voice boomed from the hall. 

“I already did what you want.” You shouted through the wood, but your voice gave away your fear. 

“I just want to talk about our… agreement.” You knew he’d break it down if you didn’t open it, so slowly, you turned the knob. He barged in before you could say a word and you stayed close to the wall, as far away from him as possible. 

“What do you want?” You kept your head high and he chuckled. 

“I brought you a gift from Judy Moncada.” He tossed a small box onto the counter of your kitchen. He smirked. “Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?” You shuffled your feet against the tile and grabbed him a glass. “Maybe Peña knows what he’s doing, eh?” You felt his rough hand begin to roam underneath the hem of your shirt and you jerked away. 

“Don’t you touch me.” You hissed, nearly throwing the glass of water in his face. He took the cup with a wicked smile. The phone started to ring, but you stayed rooted in place, not wanting to take your eyes off him. 

“Are you going to answer that, or should I?” 

Watching him carefully, you moved across the room and picked up the phone. 

“Hello?” 

“Y/N, baby, it’s me.” Javi sighed heavily, sitting across from Murphy at his desk. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to come over tonight.” 

“Oh,” You’d almost forgotten that part of your lie. You made him believe you were scared enough that you wanted him to stay with you until the threat was gone. Now, you couldn’t want him farther away. “I’ve had some time to calm down and I realized that I need to let you do your job.” Javi was kind of surprised. A few hours ago, you were begging to not leave his side and now you were telling him to stay away?

“Are you sure, because I could just pile this paperwork shit on Murphy-”

“You better fucking not.” Javi dodged the pen that Murphy launched at him from his desk. 

“Really, Javi, it’s okay. I was overreacting earlier.” You kept your eyes locked on Castano, and he kept his roaming gaze on your legs. You shuttered. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” 

“Is everything okay?” Javi whispered, turning away from Murphy, but Steve could still hear the worry in his partner’s voice. “This stuff about the sicarios isn’t adding up and you’re kinda scaring me here.” 

“I’m just tired of these guys running the town. But letting you catch them is more important than using you as a guard dog.” 

Javi ran a hand down his face, his mind spinning. “Okay. But if you think anything is off, you call me, alright?” 

“I will. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Without another word, you hung up, earning a grin from Castano. 

“Don’t give me that look,” He scolded. “He got himself into this mess.” 

“Get out.” You demanded, opening the door for him. “You’ve done your job now, please, leave me alone.” 

“You’re a part of this now, puta.” Castano growled, pausing in the doorway. “You’re one of us.” As soon as his smug face was out of your site, you slammed the door. You stared at the package on your counter like it would explode any second. Like ripping off a bandaid,you took off the top and looked inside. On top, a small baby rattle mocked you with baby pink and blue hues. You threw the rattle across the room, hearing the plastic shatter against the wall as you buried your head in the sink. It wasn’t morning sickness. It was the bile rising from the twist in your gut, painfully squeezing and retching with guilt. Underneath the rattle was a photograph of Duque’s mangled and bloody body stuffed into his car trunk… along with his son. 

-

Javi had seen a lot of shit, but looking down at the body of Duque’s fourteen-year-old son made him sick to his stomach. He just wanted to forget that the day ever happened as he drove to your apartment. While you started out as a distraction, just someone to fuck around with every now and then, Javi had developed feelings for you that he hadn’t felt since Loraine. And after what you said yesterday, his brain and his heart battled more than ever. He strangely just wanted to talk to you, something he usually did after a few hours of distraction. He wasn’t expecting to find your apartment a total mess. 

“Y/N?” At first, he panicked. They’d found you. He took out his pistol cautiously, looking around for any sign that someone was still there. It wasn’t until he looked in the ashtray that he finally understood what was going on. Everything clicked. And the rage that he felt was fueled by the hurt and betrayal shooting through his head. He grabbed the half-burned photo and searched the apartment until he found you sitting on your bed, staring at the wall. “The fuck is this!” He screamed, roughly lifting you up by the arm and shoving the picture in your face. 

“Javi-”

“How long have you been helping them, Y/N? How fucking long!” The emptiness in your eyes made him even angrier. “Did they offer you money? Huh?” A string of Spanish curses left his lips and he shoved away from you, grabbing a cigarette from his jacket pocket. “Is that what the whole ‘Javi, I love you’ bullshit was about? Just trying to drive the nail in?” 

“They didn’t give me a choice.” Your voice was hoarse from sobbing and your face was still red. 

"You got that kid killed you fucking bitch!" He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. "He was fourteen and they fucking butchered him!" With your head lifted, he could see the purple handprint shape that spread across your neck. It was impossibly dark, covering almost your entire throat. 

“I didn’t have a choice.” You repeated, only now, your voice was stronger. 

“Did they do anything else to you?” Javi imagined the worst. Even with all of his anger, the thought of something happening to you made his blood boil. 

“You think I give a shit about me?” You scoffed. “You think I would have given up that kid if they had threatened to beat me, rape me, put a fucking bullet through my head? I don’t matter to anybody.” His expression might have proved you wrong, but you kept going. “I would just have been another victim like my sisters, like my father.” You shook your head bitterly. “No, this wasn’t about me.” 

“Then who was it about, Y/N?” His words were now genuine. 

“They were going to kill our baby!” You finally screamed. Javi froze. His shoulders slumped forward like you’d punched him in the gut. After a long silence that wouldn’t seem to end, he stood up straight and shook his head. 

“No.” Without another word, he closed the bedroom door behind him. 

It was his fault. They came after you because of him. He got involved with Los Pepes in the first place and now he was trying to blame you instead of look at himself. He wanted to scream. He wanted to put his fist into the nearest wall he could find. He almost did both. Instead, he took a deep breath and walked back into the bedroom. 

He found you standing in front of the mirror, shirt lifted slightly so you could examine the cuts scattered across your belly. They were shallow, but there was a chance they would scar. You didn’t notice him walk up behind you until he slipped his hand underneath yours, fingers splayed out against your stomach, gently grazing the scrapes. In the reflection, you looked up into his eyes. 

“You matter to me.” His lips lightly kissed your shoulder and he slowly turned you around so that his chest pressed against yours. “I’m sorry. All of this happened because of me and I tried to blame it on you-”

“I got that boy killed, Javi.” You cried. “Now there’s a mother out there without her child because I sacrificed them for mine.” 

“For ours.” Slowly, he moved his hand from your stomach to your cheek and closed the little space between you. This kiss was different. It wasn’t lusting or assertive. It was slow and soft and spoke more than Javi ever could. When you finally pulled away from each other, he faced one of his greatest fears, second only to losing you- loving you. “We’ll get through this, mi alma. Te amo.” He pulled you in for another kiss, his lips then traveling down your neck and stopping at your stomach so he now knelt in front of you. 

As he looked up, you could see that he was scared. That part of him wanted to run for the hills and never look back. He pressed one final kiss to the soft skin of your stomach.

“I love you, Y/N.” He was going to be better. For you and for the kid. He didn’t know how, but he would do it. He would do whatever it took. For you, the beautiful, incredible woman in his arms and the life that was now in you, he would be a better man.

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[loisfreakinglane]

Now what's YOUR dceu film ranking? :>

oh lordy lets dive right in

what a wild franchise this is lmao

okay so like

birds of prey. i love this goddamn movie with my whole fucking heart. it’s my ladies loving ladies neon glitter lovefest and I wish I had fifty of them

shazam. this movie........ has my heart. it is filled with all of my babies and my found family, and makes me laugh and cry in equal measure

aquaman. like? OCEAN MOVIE? WORLDS HOTTEST MAN? ACTION ADVENTURE? AMAZING FUCKING ROMANCE? THOSE AESTHETICS? 2 AWESOME VILLAINS??????? MERMAIDS?!!?!?!?!?!?

wonder woman ALL THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOUUUUUUU AND THE POWER YOU POSSESSSSSSSSSS. I’m still so fucking relieved this movie was good lmao like god knows I lived in fear for eons before it was finally released. diana is such a great character and patty did so right by her. also. ROMANCE. 

wonder woman 1984. one million percent understand ppl who hate it, but I still........... love love. It was fun. Not near as good as the first one for me by any means but I still laughed and cried and emotionsed everywhere. pedro pascal made me cry. dianasteve made me cry. LYNDA CARTER MADE ME SCREAM 

KAY SO........... justice league. both iterations. one has the ultra compelling cyborg content that has me fucking desperate for a solo movie, AND the dceu westallen content my shipper ass has watched on a loop fifty times. the other is a million times shorter. me@god where is the version of this movie with all of the cyborg and westallen AND all the cute fun team moments but at a smooth 2.5 hrs tops

suicide squad. HARLEY! DEADSHOT! AMANDA GODDAMN WALLER! all those like lil oneoff flashback type scenes of the baddies being caught by batman and the flash or whoever! SOME OF THIS MOVIE IS REALLY FUN! but also you know. mess. so much mess.

batman v superman the extended edition. i love bruce being a detective. I actually love the bruce on the ground during the zod fight stuff? I love the inferences to dead jason (shut up I heard zack said it was dead dick I DON’T CARE IT WILL ALWAYS BE DEAD JASON TO ME) I fucking looooove the way diana is introduced. I LOOOOOVE the footage of arthur and barry and victor. 

man of steel. I love clark and lois’s scene in the graveyard? I love ‘welcome to the planet’. jonathans death was dumb

#bluetiefling #personal #ranky rank rank

[bumblebee-moreno]

Sunshine

Part 2 of the Weather series

Part 1 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

Summary: You and Din visit the market

Pairing: Din Djarin x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 974

A/N: anyone tagged in this will be tagged in any other additions to the series (unless you tell me otherwise). LMK if you want to be added to the Weather tag list. Also, Pedro Pascal requests are open! Or send in a word and a Pedro character and I’ll write something for you. Pedro ship requests are open as of 14 April 2020, but check my bio to make sure before you send any in.

You and Din are low on supplies. So, much to Din’s annoyance, you’re at the market with him and the child, stocking back up.

Din is buying medical supplies. You’re much more interested in the arts. “Din!” You wave him over the second you notice him about to move on. He reluctantly paces toward you, sceptical about what you might have found.

“I think he likes it,” you laugh at the child clutching a soft plush toy on his tiny hands.

“He has plenty of toys on the ship.” Din grumbles, starting to turn away.

“A metal ball is not a toy,” you call after him.

“He has… Other toys.” Din turns towards you only partially, as if he feared you could see straight through his helmet and know exactly what he was thinking.

“Really? Like what?” you put your hand on your hip.

Din sighs in surrender and approaches the vendor, making quick work of the transaction, before wrapping his arm around your shoulder to guide you towards the supplies you actually need.

He’s grateful then, for the helmet shielding his face. Because a smile creeps up on his face when you don’t shrink away from his touch.

“You’re really uptight, you know that?” you say, absentmindedly stroking the child’s ears, not exactly expecting an answer from Din.

“Keeps me safe.”

“From what?” you stare quizzically at Din, studying his helmet, as if that could give you some sort of idea what’s going on in his head. “This planet is as safe as it gets, you don’t need to be so tense.”

Din doesn’t answer. Because it’s not threats he’s uptight about today. If he lets his guard down… he might say something stupid.  He turns back to the supplies and starts arguing with the vendor.

You allow yourself to wander a bit, making sure to keep an eye on where Din was. You find your feet taking you to a group of small children weaving flower crowns. You watch from afar, a small smile on your face.

Then you feel a tug at your pant leg. You look down, and a wide smile stares up at you, holding a flower crown in an outstretched hand. You take the offering, and before you can respond with a thank you, the unfamiliar child is running off to join their friends.

Din looks up, storing the new supplies in his bag, and expecting to see you standing next to him. Shit. You’re gone. His hand finds its way to rest on his blaster, in case you were in trouble. He looks around frantically, but can’t find you anywhere.

His heart starts to hammer in his chest, and his heavy breath starts to fog up the inside of his helmet, making it even harder to search for you.

“Din, look!” you run up behind him. He whirls around, coming face-to-face with your wide grin. You gesture towards the child, who is clutching the flower crown in the hand that isn’t already occupied by his new toy.

Din breathes a sign of relief. You’re okay. You lift the child up enough so he can place the crown on top of Din’s helmet.

“Don’t wander off like that,” Din scolds.

You expect Din to take the flowers off his head. But he doesn’t acknowledge them. He begins to wonder if he’s gone soft, because a small flutter in his stomach when you smiled at today’s addition to his armour told him to pull you into his arms and never let go.

You place your palm gently on the side of his helmet. Din wishes for a moment that you could cup his real cheek in your hand. You lean up, pressing a kiss to his forehead, making Din wonder what it would feel like to not have had the helmet in the way.

Would you even have touched his real face like that? Would you think of him the same if you knew what he looked like? Would you look at him the same if he told you how he felt?

“I’m not going anywhere,” You murmur, pulling your hand away.

Din catches your wrist. “Just…” Din stares desperately into your eyes. “Stay close. Okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, turning towards a nearby table when Din releases his grip on you. You let yourself admire the arrangements of art, smiling softly at all the colours on display.

Din watches you from a small distance. The sunshine hits your face just right. He bites his lip to stop himself from smiling when you laugh at something the child did out of Din’s view. Not that smiling would have mattered much, since no one would have seen.

Din has never felt like this before. So… desperate.

Din’s gaze follows you as you point out any art that the sun hits to the child. You’re talking to him, but your voice is lost before any sound reaches Din.

The rest of the world fades into a blur. And for the first time since he could remember, Din is focused on just one thing. You.

The way you squint to shield the sun from your eyes. The way you wipe your sweaty face on your sleeve. How your nose crinkles when you laugh. The way the bright light highlights all your best features. Your nose. Your jaw. Your scars.

Din wants, so desperately, to trace his thumb along you lip, to let his lips ghost over every single one of your scars. To press his nose into your neck, and just breath you in. He’s never wanted anything so badly in his life. And it terrifies him.

Because what if he tells you how he feels and it scares you off? Din chokes on his breath.

He whispers, his voice lost completely to the crowd, never to reach your ears, “I love you.”

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#pedro pascal #din djarin #mandalorian #din djarin x reader

[jawabear]

First date (Marcus Moreno x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: This was suggested/requested by the wonderful @lunaserenade I hope this is what you had in mind, I think I went off track a little as it’s a bit long. But I hope you enjoy it anyway! Sorry for any mistakes. Stay Safe.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, Marcus talks to himself, mentions of eating (idk if that counts as a warning), be nice to Marcus, he tries his best, awkwardness, fluff, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning

Summary: Marcus finally has the chance for a real date. Surely there’s nothing that could go wrong...right?

Marcus let out a deep breath as he gripped the steering wheel of his car trying to calm himself down. “You got this Marcus. You got this” he whispered to himself “you’ve done it before. And it’s (Y/N). You got this. You’re just going to go in there and be yourself. Just relax”

He loosened his shoulders by shaking himself while taking in deep breaths and letting them out again. “You can do this Marcus”

“Uh...Dad?” Missy said from beside him with a confused but also amused look. He had completely forgot his daughter was sat in the passenger seat.

“God, I’m sorry kiddo” he said, his head falling onto the steering wheel. “I’m freaking out”

“Why? That was such a good pep talk” she teased.

“Ha ha, very funny” Marcus said turning his head to look at Missy. “Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Why do you keep asking me that? I want you to be happy Dad. And (Y/N) does make you happy” Missy smiled as she patted her dads shoulder. “But you do have to sort yourself out. You can go back in this state”

Marcus sat up and ran his hands over his face “well, when you haven’t been on a date in god knows how many years, it’s not exactly easy to be calm. Especially when it’s with a girl you really like” he paused for a moment and gave a sharp look to his daughter “not that you would know anything about dating right?”

“N-No! Of course not Dad. You think I’m interested in people like that?” She laugh, a little nervously as he looked away from him making Marcus a little suspicious. “But what you were saying was right. Just be yourself. That’s what (Y/N) likes. She likes you”

Marcus gave Missy a gentle look before kissing her cheek “I love you Missy” he smiled.

“Yeah, I love you too Dad” she said sounding a little unimpressed. She grabbed her bag and opened the car door.

“I’ll be round lunchtime tomorrow to get you. Be good okay?”

“Always Dad. Have fun tonight okay? You deserve it” she then shut the car door and skipped off happily to his mums house.

Marcus sat there for a little while longer before working up the courage to start the car and drive back to his house. He glanced at the clock every five seconds. She was coming at 7 and it was 6:32. He had time but he wish he didn’t. He wanted her to arrive sooner so he could get it over with.

Not that he wanted it to end, but he wanted it to hurry up and get going so that he didn’t feel so scared any more.

He and (Y/N) had technically been dating for about three months, but he had liked her for a little longer than that. They had always been great friends but Marcus had always felt a little something more for her.

For the first year after his wife died, he didn’t think about relationships. He wanted to be there for Missy who was surprisingly mature about the whole situation, but of course she was still absolutely devastated by her mother’s death. Missy had always noticed the way he looked at (Y/N), and the way (Y/N) looked at him. It was actually her who convinced him to get back out there and to ask her out.

So they had been dating for three months, but he had never taken her on a date. They were both extremely busy and their schedules were constantly conflicting. But now they had finally settled in a day to have their first actual date. But he wouldn’t really class it as a proper date. He was just going to be attempting to cook her a fancy dinner but he didn’t hold much hope that it would be successful. When he told her that was his plan, she smiled the brightest smile she ever had and told him she was overjoyed at the idea.

Finally he got home and checked his watch. 6:47. He still had a little time. He went around the house to make it look perfect even though she knew what it looked like anyway. She had been there enough times when it was a mess so maybe she would be impressed with his effort to make it look nice.

He then came to a sudden realisation that he was yet to get changed. So he legged it upstairs init his bedroom where he pulled out his outfit. He didn’t really know what to wear. He didn’t want to dress alarmingly smartly, but he didn’t want to dress too casual. He had told her to dress casual but their casuals could be two very different things.

So he pulled out his best plaid shirt, black jeans and fancy shoes, decided it was both casual and smart, and comfortable, and him. He then spend the next ten minuets in front of his bathroom mirror trying to fix his hair so that it didn’t look like he had just woken up, but also make it so it wasn’t flattened down. Who would’ve thought that dating was so difficult to get right.

Then the door bell rang.

He looked at his watch and it was bang on 7pm. Of course she would be right on time.

He began to panic. His hands began to sweat. He grabbed his most expensive cologne, one he rarely used but really liked, and spray two pumps on himself before running down stairs. He was second guessing his outfit choice. He was second guessing everything.

He began thinking that he couldn’t go through with it. He was too scared. But she was stood outside his door. He couldn’t leave her out there, it was getting colder as they got into the winter months of the year.

He took some deep breaths “you got this Marcus” he told himself again. He walked to the door and pulled it open.

When his eyes fell on her, all of his worries and anxieties were washed away from him. She looked beautiful. And they were somewhat matching which was kind of awkward but nice because it meant he had made the right outfit choice. Under her long black jacket, she wore a red plaid shirt but under that a plain white shirt, black leggings and black ankle boots.

“Hi Marcus” she smiled with a small wave.

“H-Hi (Y/N)” He said, his eyes looking her up and down. “You look beautiful”

“You look very nice too” she complimented.

“Thank you” He stepped to the side to allow her inside. She walked past him and allowed him to close the door.

She placed a quick kiss on his cheek making him smile before he lead her into the kitchen where everything was perfectly set up.

He had put his best table cloth over the wooden table and set a candle in the centre along with rose petals. “Marcus” she was a little lost for words as she looked upon his efforts.

“Do you like it?” He asked quietly as he came round to stand in front of her.

“Marcus it’s beautiful” she smiled before taking his face between her hands and kissing his lips gently. He smiled into the kiss and allowed himself to relax a little. Although he was still a little sceptical about his cooking.

He pulled away from her and lead her to the table and pulled out her chair for her. She smiled graciously and sat down.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked her as he wrung his hands together. “I’ve got wine, whiskey, or something softer like lemonade if you’d prefer”

“Can I have a glass of lemonade?” She asked.

“Of course” he rushed to the kitchen and pulled a glass out of the cupboard and the bottle of drink out of the fridge. He poured her a glass and brought it over to her “there you go”

“Thank you sir” she smiled to him.

“So...I’m going to cook. So you just sit there” he told her.

“Do you want any help?” She asked.

“No. I’ll be fine” his voice wasn’t convincing as he looked between her and the kitchen that was now suddenly the scariest place on earth. He’d much rather go back out into the world and fight evil then have to attempt to cook her dinner. “I’ll be fine. You stay there”

(Y/N) watched as she began messing around in the kitchen. She would occasionally ask him if he needed any help, to which he would always reply no, but he did need help. His nerves were getting the better of him and he couldn’t focus on what he was doing.

He kept muttering to himself as he looked between the pan and his phone to make sure he was doing it right. (Y/N) was tempted to get up and take over but she didn’t want to activate him any more than he already was. But what she could tell, the dish he was making wasn’t all that complicated. It was some kind of pasta. Perhaps a sort of carbonara of some sort.

She turned away from watching him, it was getting too much. She desperately wanted to help him or at least tell him not to worry, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. So she pulled out her phone and tried to pass the time using that, but his muttering could still be heard and it made her feel awful.

Eventually though, he had finished cooking and plated it up. He didn’t look very convinced in his efforts as he set her plate down in front of her. It didn’t look all that bad actually. But it smelt a bit off. But it was a hard recipe to master, she used to make it all the time which is why she thought it was a simple dish. Clearly Marcus did not agree.

“Thank you Marcus” she smiled as she picked up her fork and twirled it within the pasta. He did the same.

At the same time they took a bite of the food and...well it was awful. But she really didn’t want to say that so she swallowed it down and tried not to react to the strange taste. Perhaps the cheese or whatever he used had gone off and that’s what was causing the taste.

Marcus wasn’t so good at hiding his reaction. But it was his cooking after all so it wasn’t like he was offending anyone, only himself.

He dropped his fork to the plate and looked at her, it was clear she wasn’t enjoying it but she was too nice to say so. “Well this is disgusting” he told her. He saw her face change as she somehow managed to swallow down another bite.

“I mean...I didn’t like to say” she said quietly as she set her fork down as took sip of her drink.

“You should’ve (Y/N)” he laughed as he took her plate and walked back into the kitchen placing the two plates beside the sink before he lent again she counter making her worry. She stood and walked over to him. His head was hung low.

Her hand rested on his back feeling his tense muscles through his shirt. “Marcus” she said quietly “what’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry (Y/N)” he apologised “I just wanted to make our first proper date perfect and I ruined it...”

She laughed softly and slipped her arms around him, hugging him from the side “you didn’t ruin it, silly. It was perfect”

“But...I messed up the food...”

“That was one small part. It doesn’t matter. The evening so far had been one of the best I’ve ever had in my life. I’ve been able to spend it with you. The whole night, just me and you. That’s all I could ask for” she told him.

He lifted his head and looked at her, seeing her smiling at him. “Really?”

“Really” she said with a nod “Marcus, you are the kindest man alive. And I can see that you have put so much effort into this date and I really appreciate that. But you didn’t need to. It didn’t need to be fancy like this. Any night alone with you would be perfect”

He managed a smile as she wrapped his own arms around her. For a while they just stayed like that. He felt a lot better being in her arms. But then he spoke again, he had to address the food issue.

“Should we just order a pizza?” He asked.

She chuckled quietly and looked up at him “you read my mind” she said before he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

27/12/20

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#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #Marcus Moreno fanfic #we can be heroes #fluff #pedro pascal #fanfic

[waywardodysseys]

Nobody but You - Chapter Two

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x plus size female reader

Warnings: cussing, slow burn

Requested?: Yes by @tyferbebe in regards to this post

Author’s note: first person narrative (reader), third person narrative (Pedro); this includes a song - lyrics are indented; date idea and insert of song was a suggestion by the wonderful @tyferbebe​​

Nobody but You: Chapter One

~   ~   ~

“Dress comfortable,” Pedro’s voice is smooth in my ear.

I roll my eyes and groan. “Dress comfortably? Really?”

Pedro laughs, “we’re going somewhere exciting! Though it’s little bit of a car ride, but I promise – it’ll be worth it.”

I sigh lightly, “alright. Okay.”

“Great! I will pick you up around three on Saturday. See you then!”

“See you then,” I remark before I’m listening to nothing.

I place my phone on the counter as my heartbeat returns to normal. Or I think it does.

Pedro and I are going on a date. A date. A date?

Oh, fuck. What have I gotten myself into?

I sigh as I finish my dinner of leftover Chinese food from a couple of days ago. Work’s been busy for the last few weeks. Pedro and I haven’t had time to see one another privately. He was called out to California for The Mandalorian and I got pulled into a project at work so the only thing we could do for the last few weeks was talk on the phone.

I had thought about the kiss we shared for days on end, still think about it now. My mind had wondered endlessly about his hands roaming my body – traveling over my skin, touching every curve.

I had moaned thinking about him sitting at my desk one day and Kay looked over at me with a raised brow.

“What ya thinking about?” She had asked.

“Nothing,” I had mumbled.

She had smirked and laughed, “thinking about the kiss?”

I had rolled my eyes, “whatever Kay.”

She had giggled lightly and returned to her work.

Now I hover my thumb above her name in my phone. I press the green button and place the call on speaker.

“Y/N!” Her voice is full of sunshine and rainbows.

“Kay,” I sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice turns to concern instantly.

“Pedro told me to dress comfortably for our date. Which could mean anything!”

“He say anything else?”

“Bit of a car ride.”

Kay sighs, “could mean anything sweetie! Maybe to throw you off?!”

“I don’t know what to wear!” I sigh in frustration.

“It’s springtime Y/N! Dress for warm weather but maybe cool weather too. Maybe some capris or comfy jeans and a comfy top. Make sure you take a jacket. Your phone, some money, a condom.” Kay snickers.

“Oh my god! Really Kay?”

“What?” She nearly shrieks in laughter. “Always be prepared sweetie!”

I blush and sigh, “thanks for the help.”

“You’re welcome! Maybe I should stop by Friday night?”

“You have a date. Don’t skip it on my account.”

Kay smiles, “text me pics of some outfits! Love ya sweetie!”

“Love you too. Bye.”

I walk to my bedroom, turn towards my closet. I open the door and look at all the hanging clothes.

I sigh heavily. I don’t know where to begin.

-------

Pedro parks the car he’s borrowing along the curb outside Y/N’s building. He checks his watch, notices it’s only 2:30. He’s early but he couldn’t wait to lay his eyes on her.

He hasn’t seen her in a few weeks and missed her every day. Missed her soft mouth, her plush curves. Missed her eyes looking at him in bewilderment after they shared a kiss in her apartment.

The kiss. Pedro’s mind thinks of the moment he brushed his mouth against hers. He had been waiting a long time to do so. Was afraid of what her reaction would be.

Pedro and Y/N’s friendship had blossomed out of a chance meeting inside a bookstore. He had liked her instantly with her dazzling eyes, beautiful smile, and quiet laugh. He had wanted more with her back then, but he settled on being friends.

He watched as men walked into her life then left just as quickly. He had sat with her, helped her eat ice cream and watch sappy movies. He had gone out with her and Kay to drink to get her mind off the broken heart. He had watched other guys approach her, make her smile, make her laugh. He had hated himself for not stepping up and making it known he wanted her sooner than now.

Pedro gets out of the car and heads inside the building. He makes his way up and knocks on her door.

“Hold on!” Comes her muffled voice from the other side.

Seconds later Y/N opens the door and smiles widely, “Pedro.”

Pedro steps in and cups her cheeks. He brushes his mouth along hers. He pulls her close and deepens the kiss.

Y/N puts her arms around Pedro, returning the kiss as eagerly as he is. She moans lightly against his mouth as his tongue sweeps across her soft lips. She lets him in, and Pedro returns the light moan.

Pedro and Y/N stand wrapped in one another as they let their mouths fuse together, soaking in one another after weeks apart.

-------

Pedro’s plush lips are soft against mine as he kisses me deeply. His tongue dances with mine as his arms tighten around me. I never want to let him go.

I need to breathe. I pull faintly away and smile.

“Pedro,” I sigh happily.

He smiles at me as he runs a finger across my lips. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

Pedro looks me over.

I am dressed in comfortable blue jeans and a cotton purple shirt (approved by Kay), along with a light jacket. I was dressed and ready to go hours ago. I had spent most of the day staring at my phone and catching up on some T.V. I was aching to see him, to touch him, to know this is real. To know what we are doing today is real. A date. An actual date with the man standing before me.

My eyes roam his body. He’s dressed comfortable as well. A loose-fitting short sleeve maroon button down top, khaki shorts, and a pair of TOMS. A pair of sunglass sits atop his head.

“You look overly comfy,” I mutter.

Pedro shrugs, “I know where we are going.”

I laugh and grin, “well I don’t mister. So, if I am wearing the wrong thing you better tell me now.”

Pedro grabs my hand and kisses the top of it. “You’ll be fine. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I sigh making sure to check my pockets. Phone, money, condom. I make sure it’s tucked tightly in my jeans. There’s no way in hell this man needs to know I have one ��� but hey, you never know.

Pedro pulls me towards the landing, “let’s go then. Come on!”

“Okay,” I smile as I close the door behind us and lock it.

We walk down flights of stairs and into the warm air and shining sun of a Brooklyn spring. I’m able to smell fumes and gasoline but I can also make out the smell of cherry blossoms. My street is adorned with the beautiful blossoming white petal trees.

Pedro pulls me towards a car I’ve never seen before.

“You’re driving?”

“Hey now! Just cause I’m a New Yorker doesn’t mean I can’t drive.” He laughs as he walks over to the driver’s side, placing the sunglasses over his eyes.

“Mhm,” I hum under my breath.

The thought of him driving might’ve crossed my mind but I guess our date is a bit of drive. He wasn’t throwing me off when he told me that tidbit of information when he called a couple of days ago.

Pedro looks at me and smiles, “we want to get going Y/N. We need to get a good spot.”

I sigh and open the passenger side door. I slide in as he does the same.

Pedro starts the car, “buckle up. Safety first.”

“Of course, mister Pascal,” I remark sarcastically as I grab the seat belt and buckle it, “definitely going to need it.”

Pedro grins and shakes his head. “Find some music. I’m the pilot and you’re the D.J.”

I smile as I turn on the radio and we begin the car ride to the surprise he has waiting.

*

Two hours later Pedro pulls off the highway and drives through Southampton. People are walking the streets, carrying chairs and coolers, making their way towards the beach.

Pedro looks over at me and smiles, “concert on the beach.”

I look over and smile back, “my kind of night.”

“I have a few things in the trunk too.”

“Like bikes?” I joke. “Parking’s horrendous.”

“We’ll be fine,” Pedro remarks as he pulls into a parking lot near the beach.

“You know it says customers only,” I point out the sign.

Pedro grabs my hand and kisses it, “it’s fine.”

I roll my eyes, “says the man, who when we come back, won’t have a car.”

“Trust me. We are fine. We’ll have a ride home.”

Pedro parks the car and gets out. He walks back to the trunk as I get out of the car. He notices my eyes go wide as I notice what’s inside.

“A picnic Pedro?” I whisper.

He opens the cooler and basket, “with some of your favorite junk food, and mine. Grab something, please.”

Pedro and I grab things from the trunk, close it then make our way down the street and towards the throng of people. Towards the laughter and chaos of people finding spots to set their chairs, lay their blankets. Children running after one another, some splashing into the crystal blue waters of the ocean.

I smell the ocean air as we make our way towards the far end of the beach. I notice couples sitting up their own little picnics, smiling at one another, kissing each other lightly.

“Perfect,” Pedro grins as he finds a spot with not many people around.

“You sure we going to hear the band from back here?” I ask with a smile.

Pedro brushes my lips, “I’m sure.”

We unfold the blankets and lay them down.

“Good evening Southampton!” A voice carries down to our ears from the stage.

The crowd erupts in cheers.

“This special concert is for all you wonderful people! Here they are, our favorite local band Exit 32!”

The crowd erupts again as music begins playing from the stage.

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Pedro watches her smile and move to the music. She’s carefree and beautiful.

He smiles to himself wondering why he hadn’t had the courage before now, well before a few weeks ago to ask her out. It appeared she never wanted more with him, yet he did but the night at the bar when she had turned her back on him and walked away, he desperately hoped she’d turn around. But she didn’t.

He had hated seeing her sad, hated seeing her heart get broken. Didn’t like the men who used her then walked away with caring about her and her feelings. In the years Pedro had known Y/N, he had never seen her truly happy with a man, and he wanted to be the one to change it for her. He wanted to be the forever man, the one to be with her for the rest of her days.

Pedro opens the cooler and hands her some food.

She smiles widely, “thank you.”

Pedro and Y/N settle in for the evening. Listening to the music of the band playing anything from country to pop, hip-hop to classical. They watch people dance and laugh, hear people sing along to their favorite songs.

They enjoy being in the presence of one another as they take in the sights, sounds, and smells of their first date.

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The sun begins to sink behind us, and I try to sear everything to my memory. I don’t want to forget this date. The best first date, in my opinion, of my life. It was perfect.

Listening to a local band, sitting on the beach, enjoying junk food. Being with someone I want to be with because I want to be with them. Not someone who will eventually toss me aside.

My mind starts racing at this thought. I need to push it aside.

Pedro and I have been friends for years, he would never do such a thing. Would he? He wouldn’t! My mind is firm in this accusation.

Pedro wouldn’t toss me aside after…

He’s seen me through many heartbreaks. Sat with me in my apartment eating from ice cream containers watching sappy movies with me. Listening to me cry and groan over the most mundane things a romantic movie could do to make people feel happy. He’d tell me there are more fish in the sea, others who will see me for me.

No, I think, Pedro wouldn’t toss me aside. He knows how my heart will break if he does.

I’d lose him forever. I’d lose a friend, a close friend. I’d never recover from a broken heart if Pedro was the one doing the breaking.

“Want to dance?” Pedro’s voice interrupts my fast thinking thoughts of negativity and doubt.

I clear my head. The music the band is playing sounds familiar to me. It’s soft and romantic. It’s “Just a Kiss” by Lady Antebellum.

“Yes,” I whisper as I take Pedro’s outstretched hand.

Lyin' here with you so close to me It's hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe Caught up in this moment Caught up in your smile

Pedro wraps his arms around me then runs the back of one hand down my cheek. Goosebumps cover my flesh instantly. His coffee colored eyes look at me, look into me.

I've never opened up to anyone So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms We don't need to rush this Let's just take it slow

His lips are pillow soft as they sweep against mine. His hand travels into my hair as he pulls me closer to deepen the kiss. My hands travel up his arms, across his broad shoulders. I loop them around his neck as my fingers weave themselves through his hair.

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight Just a touch of the fire burning so bright No I don't want to mess this thing up I don't want to push too far Just a shot in the dark that you just might Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight

My body is flooding with heat and pleasure. I’ve never felt more alive and beautiful in this moment. Pedro’s awakening me in ways I never thought possible. I want him, need him. I never want to let him go.

I know that if we give this a little time It'll only bring us closer to the love we wanna find It's never felt so real, no it's never felt so right

Pedro’s free hand is traveling down my side. It’s light but I still feel his touch through my clothes. He goes over the curve of my stomach, the thickness of my hip. Waves of goosebumps keep covering my skin. I shiver in his arms and he pulls me closer without removing his mouth from mine.

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight Just a touch of the fire burning so bright No I don't want to mess this thing up I don't want to push too far Just a shot in the dark that you just might Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight

I am lost. I don’t want to be found. I never want to be found. Being lost in Pedro’s embrace and kiss is exhilarating and adding to the heat and pleasure already pulsating through my body.

No I don't want to say goodnight I know it's time to leave, but you'll be in my dreams

Tonight Tonight Tonight

The world is turning around us, but Pedro and I are frozen in this moment. We are oblivious to the world. I don’t care, he doesn’t care. In this precise moment, it’s us. It’s him and I. There’s no one else for me, I want there to be no one else. I need there to be no one else. Pedro is the one. I feel it in my gut and when you feel it in your gut you know it’s the right instinct to follow.

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight Just a touch of the fire burning so bright No I don't want to mess this thing up I don't want to push too far Just a shot in the dark that you just might Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life So baby I'm alright, oh, let's do this right, with just a kiss goodnight With a kiss goodnight Kiss goodnight

Pedro pulls faintly away. We are both breathless.

He traces a thumb over my swollen lips, “beautiful.”

I blush and try to hide my face, but he cups my cheek and makes me look at him.

“You are Y/N,” Pedro whispers, “there’s no one else I’d rather with than you.”

My heart’s already pounding inside of my chest.

“Pedro,” is all I’m able to muster as I smile at him.

Pedro leans down and whispers, “I need you Y/N. I want to take you home and have you.”

I swallow, knowing the drive back to Brooklyn is going to be the longest car ride of my life.

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[thethoughtsfromthreeam]

Sunshine

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x OC (Evelyn “Evie” Blaker)

Warnings: None

A/N: This story is coming to an end, only one more chapter of Sunshine after this and then its on to the next story!

Reminder:  I ain’t ever seen Pedro Pascal in FUCK ALL, I’m just coming up with this as I go along, using imdb.com, wiki, and 84,000 tabs I got open to plan out this shit.  I also write soft versions of his characters so if you’re craving asshole vibes, I ain’t got any but my own to offer.

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Part 9 

Pay Restitution

 “How long are you going to be in town?”  Bette’s voice muffled on the phone as she bent down to pick up Lorraine’s shoes before tossing them towards the front door.  That girl never put her shoes away.  “Will you have time for a lunch date?”

“Oh, please, Bette, it’s already on my calendar.  You still want to try out that gyro place?  I’m dying for some lamb or something.”  Evie tossed her own sneakers into the suitcase opened in front of her, George sitting next to the bed watching her every move like a hawk. “Do you want to try for Monday or Tuesday?”

“Tuesday, I have a department meeting Monday and can’t miss it.  Were you still going to the parade with us on Thursday?  Lorraine wants to see you.”

“Yes, do you mind if my dad joins us?”  Evie closed her suitcase and set it next to the door before going into the kitchen to start packing George’s bag.  The dog walked behind her, nails tapping in excitement.

“Ooooh, your dad is coming?”  Bette’s voice turned teasing.

“Would you believe Max personally called him up and invited him?” Now Bette was laughing.  The domineering Maxwell Lord was turning into a total softy and it made her cackle madly.  “My dad called me, asking why this strange man was calling him to come and stay for Thanksgiving.  I lost it and then told him the whole story.”

“Everything?”

“Yeah.”

---***---

“Max.  I love you, too.”

Maxwell’s head shot up so fast, he pulled a muscle in his neck.  Grabbing at it with his hand, his eyes frantically searching Evie’s face.  He was certain she was mocking him, maybe teasing him.  But her face was honest and open, hopeful even.

“Evie, I swear to god. . .”  His voice was low and cautious sounding.  It seemed almost desperate, so opposite of the powerful businessman who ran one of the most successful companies in the world.  In that moment he was brought to his knees.  “If you’re joking, it will kill me.  I’m sure it will.”

“I’m not joking, Max.  I do love you.”  Her voice was soft, and it felt like a caress against his skin.  He lowered his head and his body curled towards her.  She dropped her forehead to her hands, which were clasped around his free one.  “But what happened Thursday cannot happen again.  Ever.  I will not allow you to hurt me like that.  And if you do, don’t ever think that you can just show up on my doorstep begging for forgiveness because I won’t give it.”

He dropped his head.

“What can I do to earn your trust again?”  His voice was quiet, but eager.  He was sorry and so badly wanted to prove to her that he wouldn’t ever hurt her again.  He dropped his hand from his neck to their joined clasp.  He bent his head to lay it on top of hers and they sat there for a long moment.

“Max.”  He raised his head and she raised hers so they could look each other in the eye. In that moment pretenses and pride were stripped back so the barest of emotions were exposed.  Together, they were both in vulnerable places, but Maxwell felt like he had the most to lose.  She quickly had become his world and he didn’t want to think about it without her.

“Remember when I got sucked into those reports in September?”  He nodded.  “The little things you did for me?  I felt so loved and cared for.  Your texts every day gave me something to look forward to.  That’s when I knew I was in love with you.”

Maxwell brought their joined hands to his mouth and he kissed her knuckles. He was thrilled to know that the things he did meant something to her, that’s what he wanted her to feel.  She pulled their hands towards her and she laid her cheek on his knuckles.

“Knowing that you’re there for me and that you trust me and support me – that’s what I need.  I need your words and your actions.  And I don’t need you calling me a whore.”  She narrowed her eyes at him and he at the courtesy to look chagrined.

“Evie, then let me show you with my actions and my words that I love you and that I’m worthy of your trust.”  He slid off the chair, so he was on his knees in front of her.  He removed his hands from hers and placed them on her face.  She held onto his wrists as he dipped his head and brushed his lips across hers.  If she hadn’t known it was coming, she probably would have thought it was a breeze touching her.  It was that soft and tender and her heart bloomed in her chest.

“Okay.”

---***---

For weeks after their reconciliation, Evie and Maxwell took it slow.   They worked during the week and took turns visiting each other on the weekends, talking nearly daily in between.  Unlike their first attempt, this time, they choose to work to get to know each other, to let the rest of the puzzle pieces fall into place.  Evie found her love for him growing deeper and wide than she ever thougth possible. And she noticed the nights she slept alone were getting worse, unlike the times she slept with him by her side.

She, along with those closest to him, noted a change in Maxwell as the weeks passed.  She wasn’t sure if he realized it himself, but he was chilling out.  Eric told her that he was as firm as ever in his leadership at Chimtech and the company was doing well.  But amongst his friends, they absolutely noticed.

His personal relationships had begun to change – even Bennett and Marnie noticed he took a kinder tone and inquired about their lives and families.  He found his friendships less stiff and more relaxing, taking time to connect with people like Eric and others.  He laughed more, he smiled more, and in general he was more pleasant to be around.

That wasn’t to say he didn’t get mad or frustrated and became moody or sullen.  But even in those cases, he rarely lashed out as viciously as he did before.  Marnie, who knew Maxwell’s father, told Evie on the phone one day that he seemed less like his mother and more like his father – a man with a large heart.  Evie wasn’t going to pretend that she didn’t have anything to do with it, she was too proud of the man morphing in front of her.

This was the man she wanted to love, and she was giddy it was the man she was getting.

---***---

 Taking the train into the city was certainly convenient as she appreciated the time to get some work done during the trip.  But Evie also loved to drive the route whenever she could.  The natural beauty of the Hudson River Valley around her made for a gorgeous drive and the rise of the New York City skyline never failed to thrill her.  

Today, the drive down had been sunny and while the fall colors were long gone this late in November, she still found the trip to be breathtaking.  And with George in the back and her father in the passenger seat, she never felt more content.

“George, stop sniffing my head.” Dr. Blaker groused at his granddog.  Both the human and the animal males were getting restless in traffic and she rolled her eyes.  George stopped on command and instead dropped his head on to the good doctor’s shoulder and rested there a moment.  Evie rolled the window down in the backseat and he immediately stuck his head out the window, preferring this to anything else.

Evie’s phone rang and when she saw it was Maxwell, she smiled and before hitting the Bluetooth button on her steering wheel.

“You’re on speaker with my dad, so behave.”  She didn’t even say hello and the silence on the other end made her smile widely.  She was getting to know him too well for his liking sometimes.

“I wasn’t going to say anything bad, Evie.”  There was a thread of curtness in his tone and now she was grinning and attempting to keep the giggles at bay.  He had planned something for sure.  “I was just calling to see where you were at because Bennett informed me that there is a nasty accident south of Morningside Park and you might want to find a way around it.”

“Oh, then I’m glad I stayed on the 9-A because I figured all the side roads were going to be crazy because of the holiday.  Traffic is a little bad, but I should be there in, oh, half an hour.”

“See you then.  Love you.”

“Love you, too.”  She hung up and she could feel her father’s grin more than she could see it.  “Stop, dad.”

“What?  My little girl is in love, can’t a father be happy for that?”

“Not with that grin on your face.”

“What grin, you aren’t even looking at me?”

“I know that grin, dad.  Don’t start.” The older man grunted in answer, but the grin was still there.  Evie deserved to be happy, he thought.  She told him everything and while as a father he wanted to clock Maxwell for calling his daughter a whore, but if Evie found it in her to forgive him, then he could keep his mouth shut.  They made each other happy and that was good enough for him.

When they final arrived, she was relieved to find a spot directly in front of his house and to see Maxwell standing on his porch waiting for them. He was dressed in a sweater and jeans, hands in his pocket and smile on his face.  He was so relaxed that the worry lines that usually formed on his forehead were completely gone.  

He came down the stairs to greet them, kissing Evie’s cheek, shaking Dr. Blaker’s hand, and giving George a few scratches behind the ear.  He brought in their bags and guided the doctor into the house while Evie took a short walk to let George relieve himself and stretch his legs a bit.  When she entered the house, she unhooked George’s leash and let him bound through the house.

Back when he first learned about the dog, Maxwell assured Evie that George was welcomed to come every time she did and the dog was at home immediately the first time they arrived together.  Now, he acted as if he owned the place and took up what had become his spot in front of the fireplace.  She smiled as she wandered in behind him, finding her dad and Maxwell sitting in the living room, deep in conversation.  She noted they were talking about pharmaceuticals and since she had no interest in the subject, she wandered into the kitchen to say hello to Marnie.  

The older woman had come to dote on her employer’s girlfriend and in turn, Evie welcomed the maternal love she lavished.  The two sat down, chatting about Thanksgiving dinner and a few other things.  The conversation continued even after George wandered into the room.  He sat quietly, staring a hole into the cook, hoping for a treat or two and when Evie turned her back to leave, Marni slipped him some ham with a conspiratorial smile.

The afternoon soon faded into evening and the three sat down to enjoy dinner. Marnie had out done herself and the conversation flowed easily.  Dr. Blaker was much like his daughter and people couldn’t help but to feel comfortable around him as well.  After dinner and dessert, Marnie and Evie cleaned up and the cook took her leave, hugging the younger woman before heading out the door.  She let George out to do his business and the two went back to the living room.

Eventually, the day caught up with Dr. Blaker and he took his leave to bed, leaving the two lovers alone.  George snored gently on the floor in front of the fire and Evie laid against Maxwell’s strong chest, his arms around her.  They stared into the fire, letting the silence envelope them as they relaxed.  Evie felt the rumble in his chest before the words came out of his mouth.

“Sunshine, are you happy?”

“I am Max.”  And she meant it.  They laid there a little longer before the fire died down and they decided to move upstairs to bed.  Evie called to George, who followed them up the stairs, hot on their heels.  They got ready for bed, their routine a comfortable one. As Maxwell passed by her in the bathroom, he dropped a soft kiss to her shoulder and brushed his hand across her lower back.

The chill of the late November night permeated the house as Evie left the bathroom.  She saw Maxwell and George already in bed and she crawled in after them.  Here, she never felt cool between the dual furnaces of her man and her dog.  She snuggled against Maxwell, who had already fallen asleep.  She rested her head on his shoulder and laid her hand on his wrist. She could feel his blood pumping beneath her fingertips and she realized their hearts beat in tandem.

As she fell asleep, she never felt more contented.

---***---

“Why did I agree to come here again?!”  Evie had to shout to be heard over the din of the crowd.  The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade was far better viewed on TV from the comfort of her home and not on the loud and crowded Park Central South.  Evie could handle crowds, but this was almost too much.  Coupled with the freezing cold and she wished she had said no when invited.

“Because you love me?”  Bette was just as loud, her laughter evident in her voice.  She hung onto Evie as Bennett stood next to them with Lorraine on his shoulders.  The foursome was pressed on all sides as people clamored to get a good look at the parade as it passed.  Suddenly, Lorraine was waving her arms as the Young People’s Chorus moved passed.

“Momma!  Daddy! Look!  It’s Claudette!”  The young girl was vibrating with excitement for her best friend.  It was an exciting thing to be in the parade and seen by millions across the country.

“I see, baby!  But do you see what I see?”  Bette pointed and Lorraine looked.  She squealed with excitement and briefly forget she was on her father’s shoulders when she tried to stand up.  Evie and Bette both reached out to catch her as Bennett swayed to kept hold of her legs. They were able to get her back up on her perch as the flamingo floated past.  Lorraine waved excitedly and when the rider waved back, she felt her day had been made.

Soon enough, the parade ended, and the group made their way back to the car. Lorraine chatted a mile a minute about Claudette and the flamingo and a few other things.  Evie smiled, feeling as if the young girl’s excitement as seeping into her now that the crushing aura of the parade had passed.  As they made it to the car, they climbed in and Bennett quickly started it to get the heater going.

“I’m sorry your dad couldn’t make it, Evie.”  Bette turned around to face her.

“Naw, knowing dad, he would have lost his shit the minute he saw all the people.  He’s lived in small cities and towns for a reason!”  Evie laughed. “Besides, I think he wanted some alone time with Max.”

Bette and Evie began to cackle madly, and Bennett rubbed the back of his neck, wondering how this new development was going to affect his boss’ mood. The ride back to Maxwell’s house was pleasant and she hugged everyone before getting out.  As she walked up the steps, a sensation of déjà vu passed over her and she stopped.

Yes, she had walked up these steps plenty of times before, but something about this sent shivers down her spine.  Something was going to change and soon.  Taking a deep breath, she entered the house and was immediately enveloped in the delicious smells of an early dinner.  As she hung up her coat, Maxwell appeared in the foyer, smiling at her.

She smiled back and he leaned in to kiss her, she offered up her lips to his. It was soft and sweet and when she pulled back, Evie almost regretted parting from him.  Maxwell put his arm around her waist and walked her into the dining room.

As they sat down to dinner, they laughed and joked.  Each one of them snuck food to George, who felt as if he died and gone to heaven.  The meal lasted a long time but towards the end, Dr. Blaker pulled out the wishbone from the turkey.

“Here, Evie.”  He handed it off and when she offered him the other half to him, he raised his hands and shook his head.  So, Evie offered it to Maxwell instead and he gladly took it.  They each held a leg of the bone and thought about their wish.

When the moment had passed, they each pulled, and the bone broke in favor of Maxwell.  He laughed and Evie giggled.

“Do you think your wish will come true, Max?”

“I can only hope, Evie.  I can only hope.”

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