ruin | Pedro Pascal
| pairing. pedro pascal x reader
It's supposed to be perfect. Everything is meant to be perfect. It's a well-thought-out plan that is thoroughly prepared for months when he's away for shooting. This was supposed to make up for his shortcomings. To show that he's sorry for being an absent prick and that he loves you. He loves you more than everything, even more than life itself. But why can't he do it? Why can't he make everything right? Why can't he just be deserving of your lo—
A powerful thunderstorm flashes across the night sky, whisking Pedro away from the loud voices in his head. Blinking a few times, Pedro shook his head to scan his surroundings and realized he was in the car with you in the passenger seat, who was staring at him worriedly.
Ah... now he remembers.
This was your supposed getaway, to make up for you, to make up for his absence during your anniversary. You were meant to go to the beach house he rented for two weeks. But instead of being in bed with you in his arms, enjoying the peace and quiet. The two of you are stranded in a fucking stupid car in the middle of nowhere with fucking rain pouring harder by the second.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Pedro screamed releasing his frustration as he repeatedly banged his palm on the steering wheel.
A hand the brush in his arm trying to calm him down, "Hey, babe, P, it will be alright—"
Pedro shook his head, "but it's not! it's not fucking alright!" This time he leaned on the steering wheel, and with eyes closed, he dropped his head with a thump.
Why can't he do anything right? Thump.
Why is he so messed up? Thump.
Why is he so messed up? Thump.
A hand was placed on his cheek, preventing him from banging his head even further, and he was slowly dragged away from the steering wheel, facing the owner.
Pedro's rage was quickly wiped away by guilt as he stared at you. He felt worthless. Breaking the eye contact he whispered, "I'm sorry" repeatedly.
Your heartache hearing that, "Hey, hey, it's not your fault." stroking his cheeks with both of your hands.
"But it is. It is. It is supposed to be great, perfect even. Just the two of us having peace for once, but here we are stuck in the middle of a storm because of this stupid car, and it's all my fault!"
Sigh, you despise it when Pedro acts this way, blaming himself for things that aren't his fault. "Hey, don't say that."
When he is about to open his mouth to argue, you shush him, putting your thumb into his lips.
"Look at me.", when he didn't move, you pleaded "Please."
“It's not your fault”, you say while looking into each other's eyes and caressing your thumb in his cheeks.
It took a moment of silence and staring before Pedro sighed "Alright, alright... I'm sorry I went mental."
"You are always mental," you chuckle, attempting to help him loosen up, which works as he lets out a loud laugh.
"Also I got news, I received a text from the nearby repair shop they said they'll be on their way but it might take some time because of how hard the rain is pouring. So, while we wait for a bit we can do something fun!"
Pedro looks at you as if you've gone insane. "Yeah, let's have fun here inside of a car that is stuck in the middle of nowhere."
You laughed as you listened to him rant on. He's such a drama queen no wonder being an actor does suit him, you said to yourself.
In the middle of his outburst, your attention was drawn outside. You always love the rain.
It always makes you feel comfortable and at ease, and it's probably the reason you're staying cool in this situation. But what you love the most is the feeling of the continuous splatter of the rain in your skin. It washes your worries, problems, and pain to the ground until you become free from them.
So, without thinking or caring about the person next to you, you open the door and walk outside. The world becomes silent as you feel the rain connect to you.
You spin around with your arms extended. You laugh as you enjoy the cool breeze of the rain. Returning your gaze to the car, you proceed to the driver's door, where the window has been rolled down.
"Come out, it's fun!" you called Pedro.
"You should be the one coming inside! God y/n you'll get sick!"
Rolling your eyes from his response, you open the door, startling Pedro from inside "Are you crazy! You will get everything here wet! "
Such a princess, you told to yourself. Grabbing him in the arm you drag him out of the car ignoring his protest.
"y/n, I'm fucking wet! Stop laughing!" Pedro groans making you laugh even harder as you swirl in the rain.
Staring at you looking carefree and not bothered about the current situation, Pedro can't help but feel his heart race. It always makes him wonder and a bit jealous of how you can still be optimistic when the world already crashing down.
Then you surprised him one more when you bowed down and offered your hand to him like a gentleman. "Shouldn't I be the one doing that?" Pedro raised his eyebrows.
"Well, my dear, the world is changing," amused by his question. "So would you sir allow me to dance you in the rain."
Pedro looks at you for a few seconds before he sighs in defeat. Placing his hand on your palm, you put your hand on his shoulder, while his others placed on your waist, and the two of you waltz in the lost in your own world that’s filled with love and laughter.
Maybe everything is not ruined at all.
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Hi Lady-Merian!! I love your blog, and it's really great to me that you're a Christian too. I was wondering if you know any other nice, wholesome Christian blogs that I can follow (similar to yours!)?? I'd love to have more wholesome posts from people who share our beliefs on my dash.
hiya! I wanted to hold on to this till my day off so that I wasn’t rushed before work and fretting about forgetting anyone (I will almost certainly forget some people anyway but it’s still better this way than in a frantic 20 minutes before work). I will say I’m not entirely sure how to differentiate (or if I should for the purposes of this ask, as I don’t in general) between a Christian blog or a blog where the author is a Christian. I know some people do, but as for me, and thinking of blogs that are like my blog, I’m just going to list some that whether or not they post about their faith frequently (as my posts vary in topic) their faith shines through. In no particular order:
@hollers-and-holmes @laurelindorenan @lovesodeepandwideandwell @the-tiny-dragons-tea-room @holbytlanna @stories-dearheart @she-is-amused, @fictionadventurer, @freenarnian, @o-lei-o-lai-o-lord, @bored-artist, @i-am-a-stupid-robot, @saxifrage-wreath, @scarvenartist, @stealingmyplaceinthesun, @flickeringflame216, @siena-sevenwits, @tsfennec @sheet-metal-memories, @dragonanne4fun @mrgartist17 @silverswords @dangerously-human @queer-as-used-by-tolkien @anne-wolfe @chaotic-bumblebee-agenda @fortes-fortuna-iogurtum and now I’m lost in all these tags, but this is just going by recent activity and here’s a good many excellent blogs!
EDIT: before I head off, I forgot I was going to mention that there are going to be some denominational differences here, so anyone I may have forgotten… is purely a matter of running out of time and brain space, I wouldn’t deliberately leave anyone off due to differences of opinion, these (and others!) are all blogs I either follow or check up on as more time allows
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Peace Offerings -- BB
"Up here.” Bilbo peeked over the top of a giant table. “I’m fine.” He waved limply. “Mostly. Except this brute has trapped me on this bloody death trap of a pedestal and won’t stop calling me Little Bunny!” He smacked the table with his staff.
As one, the company turned on the bear-man. Could they take him?
He didn’t look concerned and walked over to a large chair set at the head of the table. “It’s a table,” he said in amusement.
"It’s too bloody far off the ground!” Bilbo snapped. “How am I supposed to get down from here?”
"I was offering you food.” The bear-man set a loaded plate in front of the hobbit.
"I will not be bribed by . . . Is that honey I smell?” Bilbo plopped down out of sight. “Fine! I accept your offering, but it’s the least you owe me after that, that, bear-handling! You ripped my bloody pack! That is hand-stitched elven leather, you know! I demand restitution!”
~~Excerpt from chapter 58 of The Blind Burglar by DomesticGoddess on Ao3 to be updated on January 5th.
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