Pedro Pascal x Teen/Daughter!Reader ** PLATONIC **
Best Chilean Soccer Player (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)
(1.3 k) Summary: Pedro is your little league soccer coach, you both journey from struggling in something you love into becoming the best. (Fluffy)
El Gatito (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)
(2 k) Summary: You bring home a kitten which your dad is against, but eventually he warms up to the cat. (fluffy)
Broken Promises (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)
(4.5k) summary: When Pedro breaks a promise, you begin to act out which leads to bad decisions and broken bones. (angsty/lil fluff)
Did You Forget (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)
(5.2 K) Summary: Ever since the Reader's mother passed away Pedro hasn't paid much attention to her. It isn't until Pedro finds out about the Readers dark side that he realizes what he has done (angsty/Fluff)
Because of You (Pedro Pascal x Teen!Fem!Reader)
(2.3 K) Summary: Pedro is the reader's only support system after her suicide attempt and protects her from her narcissistic mother after a bad family therapy session. (Angst/Fluff)
Padrino Duties
Pairings: Oscar Isaac x niece!reader & Pedro pascal x Daughter!reader
(3.4K) Summary: It's 2016, Pedro is a single father to five year old y/n, he was hesitant to leave Y/N under Oscar's care. Oscar was over confident that everything would be fine until it wasn't.
SERIES
It's the End of the World (Pedro Pascal x Teen!Fem!Reader)
Summary: You had seen The Last of Us and even played the game, but you never imagined it happening in real life, and neither did Pedro. You both meet in unforeseen circumstances and create a pact to help each other get to each other's destinations, but over time a bond is created. Throughout your travels, Pedro slowly realizes that he can't lose another person in life and makes it his mission to protect you.
Pt. 1 (3.1 K)
Pt. 2 (1.5 K)
Taking It All In (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader) ** COMPLETED **
Pt. I (2k)
Summary: Pedro takes his daughter for a hike in Los Angeles, which leads into an emotional conversation. (angst/fluff)
Pt. II (4.3k)
Summary: Months after the hike, Pedro gets in a fight with his daughter, but this fight leads to something bigger as you reveal something big. (Angst/Fluff)
Pt. III (3.9k)
Summary: It was supposed to be a quick trip to the store, but it quickly turned into more than just a trip, leaving Pedro to realize some things. (Angst/Fluff)
Pt. IV (3.4k)
Summary: Your slowly becoming okay with the idea of your mother coming back into your life and maybe even coming to your quinceanera, but will this be permanent or will she leave again? (Angst/Fluff)
Pt. V (6.1K)
Summary: Things take a turn for the worst when you decide to listen to a voice in your heart and get in the car with your mother.
To Build A Home (Pedro Pascal x Teen!Reader)
Pt. I (2.8k)
Summary: 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.
Pt. II (3.1k)
Summary: Pedro plans out a day for the two of you to bond, but it doesn't turn out the way Pedro and your mother expected it to.
Pt. III (3k)
Summary: Your past comes back to haunt you. You go home in hopes of finding comfort in your mother but you are met with Pedro who tries his best to be there for you in dark times marking the beginning of a movement within you.
Pt. IV (2.4k)
Summary: Pedro finds that reader is sick when he goes to check on her and decides to take care of the reader while her mom goes out of town but on the drive to the urgent care the reader shares to Pedro a nightmare she had.
Pedro Pascal x Reader
It's the End of the World as We Know It (Pedro Pascal x Latina!Reader)
Summary: After Covid, everyone thought they were safe, they didn't expect a fungal virus to take over the world and create a zombie apocalypse. Now you were fighting to survive on your own until you met Pedro creating a friendship and bond that would be hard to break.
Ch. 1
I Was Enchanted to Meet You
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Latina!OC
Content Warnings: Age gap
Summary: She's broken. Like mentally. She's been through the wringer a few times, with mommy issues, recently getting out a narcassistic abusive relationship and dealing with a identity crises, humor has been her healthiest coping mechanism apart from books. Now she found herself in London for two weeks with her best friend who was on a work trip. Juliana expected her London trip to be full of museums and bookstores and doing all the One Direction and Beatles tourist traps, not bumping into a stranger and somehow finding herself falling for this mystery person.
dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader | wc: 2.3K | read on AO3
Summary: your dad invites his best friend Joel over to watch the baseball game, with no clue that Joel's been sneaking around with you. Being a feisty little brat, you make a risky move while the three of you watch the game.
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, age gap (Joel is mid forties, reader is late teens or early twenties), secret relationship, fingering, hand jobs on the sly, basically getting away with smutty stuff while your dad's nearby
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"Your Uncle Joel's comin' by for a bit, gonna watch the ballgame," your dad tells you one warm June evening. Uncle Joel.. you keep your smirk to yourself as you think on the nickname you've known your dad's best friend by all these years. It's especially inappropriate now that you've been hooking up with him since spring break.
And right on time, Joel shows up at your door, jeans snug in all the right places, a heather-gray shirt clinging to his chest, drawing your eyes to the biceps peeking out from beneath his sleeves. There's a few salt and pepper streaks at his temples and in his beard, which when you've pointed out to him, he's laughed off. His eyes dilate at the sight of you, giving you a once-over before he fixes his expression to be one of sociability. "Hey darlin', where's your dad?" he drawls.
"He's on the warpath, can't find batteries to replace the ones in the remote." You let him in, noting the way he brushes against you casually, as if on accident. His hand gently cups your ass, a quick feel before you settle into your roles as family friends. "I'm used to seeing you come through the back door.. or through my window," you murmur, watching his eyes darken with lustful remembrance. "Dad, Uncle Joel's here!" you shout upstairs.
"Damn it, I gotta find some more batteries," Ray calls out from the second floor. "Make yourself at home, buddy!"
Joel chuckles softly at Ray's outburst, his eyes twinkling with playful amusement, and he turns to you with a mischievous smirk. "Looks like we've got a little privacy for a minute, darlin'," he murmurs huskily, his hands sliding down to your hips.
Your panties are already damp at the feel of his large hands on you, fingers playing at the smooth skin between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your shorts. You reach up and run your tongue along the seam of his lips while you put his hand down the front of your jean shorts.
Joel's eyes darken with desire as you guide his hand, his own breath hitching with pleasure at the feel of your warm, wet flesh. "Jesus, Little Miss Eager.. darlin', you're gonna get us caught," he mutters gruffly, his voice husky with need.
"That's part of the thrill," you whisper as he presses you against the back of the sofa. His fingers slide over your slick folds, teasing you, daring you to cry out or whimper.
He grunts softly as his fingers circle your clit, wishing he was nibbling on it the way you love. "What's wrong? Didn't get enough last night? Drivin' me crazy, even with your daddy right upstairs," he whispers back, his voice taut with desire. "Does your daddy know how dirty you are?"
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," you reply, breathing rapidly at the feel of his invading fingers.
His fingers explore you, teasing you enough without actually giving in to what you want. "You naughty little thing," he whispers against your ear. "You like takin' the risk, don't you? Lettin' me touch you like this even though your daddy could walk in."
"I am naughty.. your naughty little girl.. your naughty little dirty girl.." your voice breaks, gasping.
Joel grunts softly. "Damn right you are," he growls hungrily, his fingers delving further inside you, curling to find the spot that drives you wild.
"Yes! Yes!" You gasp as quiet as you can, one hand supporting you on the sofa and the other digging your nails into his shoulder. Joel's thumb brushes over your clit in a daring response as his eyes gleam with excitement. "Oh you like that, darlin', don't you?"
"Joel you're gonna make me come.." you tell him, your voice dripping with desperation, the pleasure uncoiling in the pit of your stomach, waiting to be released.
His fingers move faster, generating more friction with your touch. "You gonna come for me right now, with your daddy in the next room?" His voice is taunting and seductive, a dare in and of itself.
"Yes.. yes.. yes!" you squeak out as you come hard around his fingers.
Joel whispers praises against your ear as your pussy grips his fingers, drenching them in your sweet juices. "That's it, darlin', give it to me.. just like that.. good girl," he whispers. "You're so damn beautiful when you come for me like that." His voice is low, husky, full of admiration, and his eyes are full of love and desire.
You whisper his name as you come down, enjoying the little aftershocks of pleasure.
Ray's voice booms out from above. "Hey, what's that noise down there?"
Joel curses under his breath, quickly removing his hand from your shorts, his body tensing as he listens out for Ray's next move.
"We're looking for the batteries, Daddy!" You call back upstairs, taking Joel's wet fingers and licking your juice off them.
Your dad grunts a reply upstairs.
"You little vixen," Joel grins, a lustful expression on his face as he watches you lick his fingers.
"But you like me this way."
"Oh I do. I like you like this way too much, but right now I have to put some space between us before you dad comes down or he's definitely gonna see somethin' he doesn't wanna see."
You pout but he's right. "Don't worry," he mutters, "we'll make up for lost time later. I promise." He goes to wash up quickly, wishing he could keep your scent on his hands.
Your legs are still shaking but you get some beers and soda from the fridge and help Joel set up. Your dad soon comes back down with fresh batteries. "I think we missed the first inning, but that's okay," he replaces the batteries and sits down next to you on the sofa, Joel on your other side. Joel's expression is schooled into neutral politeness as he cracks open a cold one and watches the game. You purposely keep your eyes off him, because honestly if he looks your way you're a goner. The TV generates a soft glow in the relative darkness of the living room.
Sipping your diet soda, you lean against your dad to get comfortable while he explains the rules, even though you've seen a thousand baseball games before. You smile and kiss his cheek as you rest your head on his shoulder, forever his little girl, until someone else comes to take you away. Joel uses his peripheral vision to watch you, comparing your affection for your father with the licentiousness Joel himself has brought out in you.
After feeling Joel's eyes burn a hole through you, you at last give him some attention. "Uncle Joel, who do you think's gonna win? The Rangers or the Red Sox?"
"I'm gonna say the Rangers, sugar. They got a lot of momentum this season, and their batting has been pretty impressive." He takes a sip of his beer, watching you with an appreciative gaze.
"I don't know.. their best pitcher is out for the rest of the season, and they can't hit for shit when they're playing away games." You stick your tongue out at him in a playful ,manner and all he can think of is where he wants that tongue later.
Joel grins at your sharp observation, impressed by your knowledge of the team. "Well damn, darlin'. Sounds like you know your baseball better than I do. I guess we'll just have to see who's right in the end, won't we?"
You chuckle, giving him a flirtatious look as you rise from your seat. "We'll see. Let me get y'all some more beer." You pick up his and your dad's empty beers and take them to the trash.
His eyes don't follow you but his mind is filled with you.. "Damn, she's somethin' else," he mutters.
"You say something?" Ray asks, eyes on the game.
Joel snaps to attention, his heart racing as he realizes he spoke out loud. "Oh, uh.. just sayin' how that third baseman has a hole in his fuckin' glove," he corrects himself.
"They shouldn't have traded for that guy from Detroit. Ridiculous move," Ray shakes his head.
Joel's relieved the conversation is smooth. "Yeah, definitely a tough trade. They really need a consistent lineup."
You return to the living room with ice cold beers. "Here you go, fellas."
Joel's fingers brush against yours a brief moment as you give him his drink. "Thanks, darlin'." His eyes lock with yours before he quickly turns his attention back to the game.
You sit between him and your dad again, pretending to be absorbed in the game. Every now and then your arms or thighs graze one another's. The tension is palpable until, in the semi-darkness of your living room, you place your hand on Joel's thigh, moving upwards to cup his crotch as you innocently turn to your dad to ask him about the game.
Joel clenches his jaw, keeping a vigilant watch on the TV, barely cognizant of the conversation you and your dad are having.
"What's that honey?" your dad asks. "Oh, it's an automatic double when the ball gets hit against the far wall," he explains.
"Hmm, I see.." you continue to caress Joel on the sly, just out of sight of your dad.
Joel shifts in his seat a bit, his face a study in nonchalance. "Yeah, hitting is all about precision and strategy," he chimes in.
"And the bat?" Your caress is bolder, palming his semi-erection while he can't do anything about it. "Does the bat have anything to do with it?"
Joel clears his throat gruffly, soothing the roughness you've created in his voice. "Oh, the bat is absolutely essential.. the right bat can make all the difference in the world.. especially when you've got the right swing." His eyes gleam with unspoken hunger as he holds your gaze, the double entendre obvious.
"Daddy, you played ball with Uncle Joel in high school.. what was his swing like?"
Ray glances up, a nostalgic smile on his face as he recalls the memory. "Oh, your Uncle Joel was a hell of a batter," he grins, shaking his head with admiration. "He had a natural talent for it, a natural sense of timing and coordination. He could knock the ball out of the park with one swing. His whole body would snap into it with this powerful, fluid motion, and you just knew it was gonna be a home run."
"Sounds like nothing's changed," you whisper to Joel, smirking as you watch him writhing under your touch. Taking it up a notch you unbutton his jeans dip your hand inside, finding him growing harder, cock poking through the hole in his boxers. His eyes flutter shut.
You brush your thumb over the tip of his cock and he swallows hard, his features taut with struggling to control himself. "You're toyin' with me, darlin', and you damn well know it," he whispers lightly to you. "Don't make me do somethin' I'll regret in front of your daddy."
"I'll call your bluff." With that, you stroke him faster, turning up the volume with the remote to cover your sounds. Joel's body jerks, his low growl turning into a stifled moan of pleasure. "Damn it, darlin', you're gonna make me lose it," he says through gritted teeth.
"You all right there, man?" Ray asks, eyes glued to the game.
Joel tries to maintain his composure, clearing his throat before answering your dad. "Yeah, I'm fine.. just a lot of excitement in the game," he adds with a strained laugh.
"Shit yeah. This guy scores, the Rangers win." Ray shakes his head and swigs his beer.
Joel takes the opportunity to look down at you, his eyes dark with warning. He shakes his head silently for you to stop teasing before he loses control, but you're having too much fun with this. A slight raise of your brow, your tongue wets your lips and you whisper, "Come for me."
His body tenses at your whispered command, and he does his best to restrain the deep, guttural moan that tries to escape his lips. His hips jerk once against your touch as he spills his release inside his jeans. Luckily, Joel's groans are covered by your dad's shouts of victory as his favorite team wins. Ray leaps from the couch, oblivious to the both of you.
Meanwhile Joel's body is still vibrating with the intensity of his orgasm. He closes his eyes, trying to gather his wits and collect himself before anyone can notice the dampness in his jeans. When he opens his eyes again his gaze lands on you and his stare reads sultry. "You're gonna pay for that, darlin'."
You're shocked at yourself, at what you've caused, but the surge of power is delicious. You remove your hand from his pants and, eyes on him, lick up his cum from your palm. Joel's breath catches in his throat at your bold and suggestive move. He growls softly under his breath, his eyes glued to yours as he silently communicates just how much trouble you're in with him.
"I'm gonna go out and get some more beer," your dad announces, collecting his wallet and keys. "Joel, you okay here? I'm just goin' around the corner."
Joel's in no position to get up without it being evident that's he's come in his pants. "I'm good here," he says mildly, forcing a smile.
"I'll take good care of Uncle Joel," you tell your dad, your smile holding the tiniest bit of mischief. You share a glance with Joel, who for a millisecond looks like he would fuck you on the couch the instant your dad leaves.
"It's no problem, Ray," he assures your dad. "Y'know you can trust me."
Pairing: Oscar Isaac x niece!reader, Pedro Pascal x Daughter!reader
Content warning: lost child, fighting, panic attacks.
Summary: It's 2016, Pedro is a single father to five year old y/n, he was hesitant to leave Y/N under Oscar's care. Oscar was over confident that everything would be fine until it wasn't.
Word Count: 3,448
Pedro Pascal Masterlist
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“You do know I can take care of a kid, Pedro,” Oscar comments, following Pedro around the kitchen like a little kid begging his mother for a cookie.
Pedro groans, “You’re the middle child, Oscar, I’m sorry but I don’t know if I can trust your abilities of taking care of my kid.” Pedro frantically searches the miscellaneous drawer in the kitchen. The one both men neglected and was full of random condiments from the small restaurants around the block and random items they can never seem to find a home for. It was a drawer they always said they would clean but always seem to add more things in it once they begin ‘Cleaning’ it. “I swear, I put the sitter's number on a note pad,” Pedro mutters to himself.
“Dude, what does me being a middle child have to do with taking care of a kid?”
Pedro sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before continuing his search, “It says a lot.”
Oscar rolls his eyes, “I have taken care of a handful of kids during high school, plus if you let me take care of Y/N it’ll be free! Free childcare! Who wouldn’t take up that offer!? She’s my goddaughter, I should be trusted to take care of her for eight hours.”
Pedro groans in frustration, “Alright! But I swear to god if I see a scratch on her or if we have a scenario-”
“I swear, I think I learned from last time, kids and mini golf do not mix well.”
Pedro sighs, “Y/N!” he calls out. He could not help but smile at the sound of the small footsteps running down the hall. y/n’s curly hair bouncing as she ran up to him, he quickly picks y/n up, “Papi has to go to a very important audition today,” He began to say.
Y/N pouts, “But you promised we could go to the park today!”
Pedro sighs as he rubs her back gently, “I know, Mi sol, I know. But maybe if you ask Tio Oscar nicely he could take you?”
She grins from ear to ear as she looks over at Oscar, She reaches her arms over for him. Oscar took her into his arms, “Puedemos ir?” Y/N asks with a pout.
“Hmmm, let’s see,” Oscar says as he walks over to the kitchen counter, placing y/n on the counter. He boxed y/n in as he put one hand on either side of her on the countertop, “I don’t know, doesn’t seem like you really want to go.” he smirks as he watches her furrow her eyebrows.
She pouts harder, giving him her best puppy dog eyes, “Please?”
“Good luck saying no to those eyes,” Pedro comments as he picks up his keys. “Ya me voy!” He places a kiss on y/n's cheek.
“What about me?” Oscar points towards his cheek, earning a glare from Pedro. Oscar was surprised when Pedro actually placed a kiss on his cheek earning a giggle from the little girl on the counter.
“Remember Oscar, not a scratch!” Pedro calls out as he makes his way out of the apartment.
“How do you do it with him?” Oscar questions as soon as he hears the door close. She gives him a shrug, “Come on, let’s finish breakfast!”
Breakfast was quick and easy, eggs with some bacon and a side of toast. Oscar was not usually the one to cook the meals around the apartment, for the most part it was Pedro. Well an attempt from Pedro, if they were being honest, both men had no idea how to cook, a lot of it had to do with luck and stuff that did not require the stove. Of course, Oscar would help out from time to time with what he could, but creating meals was not Oscar's strong suit. Nonetheless, Oscar tried his best to help Pedro out.
Whether it was dropping y/n off at school, picking up groceries, going to events, or even helping out with bills. Oscar was there. He was there after y/n’s mother had left too. He had helped Pedro pick up the pieces and mend his spirit.
When Pedro told Oscar he wanted him to be y/ns godparent, Oscar was blown away. He felt like it was a big responsibility, if Pedro were ever to pass away that meant y/n would go with Oscar. It was a big if, but a possibility. Oscar accepted it with no hesitation, Pedro had grown to become his best friend. A true friend, not just in the industry but in general.
Oscar sat on the couch across from y/n, “just one more,” he promised.
y/n sighs, “this is ridiculous,” she mutters.
Oscar chuckled at y/n's small voice, she has a lot of attitude for a five year old. “Let’s start from the first line.” Oscar clears his throat, y/n rolls her eyes before looking at the piles of papers in front of her. “Jessica, you promised!”
“Promised?” Y/n hesitates with the words that come next.
“It’s okay,” Oscar reassured.
“Fuck your promise!” Y/n grins as she says the bad word. A word she had heard her dad say multiple times and he had always told her not to repeat.
Oscar groans, “I just don’t know if this is the right tone! It doesn’t feel right, you know?”
Y/n shook her head, “I don’t know, I’m only five.” She held out her hand to show Oscar her age, Oscar nodded, “Can we go to the park now?” She asks.
“Just one more time, please?” He pleaded.
She sighs, “fine, then the park.”
He kisses her cheek, “I’ll take you to all the parks after this.”
It was hours later when Oscar had taken her to the park. He held the script in his hand as he sat on the park bench while she played with some kids on the playground. Oscar muttered the lines to himself as he wrote notes on his script with a pencil occasionally looking up to see where y/n was.
He was reviewing a line when he felt a presence, he glanced to his left to see one of the moms sitting beside him. She gave him a small smile and he smirked as he put his script down, “oscar,” he introduces himself as he held out his hand for her to shake.
“Melanie,” She says as she shakes his hand.
“Melanie,” He says in an almost sing-song voice as he leans back on the bench, putting an arm on the back of the bench. “Has a nice ring to it, it’d sound nicer with my last name,” Oscar says with a smooth voice.
Melanie chuckled, her cheeks turning slightly red before looking away, “Do you say that to all the moms at the park?”
“Only the ones brave enough to sit next to me,” He smirks.
She rolls her eyes as she looks towards the playground, waving to a small boy that was waving excitedly at her from the sandbox. Oscar notices and looks towards the sandbox, giving the boy a small smile.
“Your son?” He asks, turning back to look at her.
“Yeah,” she says softly. “Which one is yours?” She asks, looking at him with a smile.
Oscar turns to look back at the playground, “oh it’s the cute–” he paused when he could not spot y/n, “she’s the cute little girl with the horribly done pig tails,” he mutters with a nervous chuckle, “she’s actually my goddaughter and she knows how to hide pretty well,” he excuses as his eyes darted around the playground. Oscar straightened up when he still could not spot y/n from the bench.
“Everything okay?”
He cleared his throat, “could you give me a second?” He asked as he stood up.
“What is it?” Melanie asks.
“Y/N?” Oscar called out loudly as he walked towards the playground. Every single kid seemed to have multiplied by the second for Oscar. “Y/N,” he called out again as he stepped onto the sand and began making his way through the crowd of children. He grabbed a little girl with pig tails, scaring her a little, “Y/N!” He said almost relieved until he realized it was not her.
“Sorry,” he whispers as he lets go of the little girl before she runs off to her mom. Oscar realized he was causing a scene as he looked around. He spotted another little girl with pig tails at the swings.
“Y/N!?” He yells running to the swings, his heart fell to the pit of his stomach when he saw it was not her.
One of the moms slowly walks over to him, “Sir–”
“My-My goddaughter, she has pig tails, have you seen her?” He asks frantically to the woman.
The woman looks around, “What was she wearing?”
Oscar felt his heart racing, his words failed him as he stammered, “pink– uh– overalls–” he looks around frantically, “they are her favorite,” he mutters, “her sneakers light up.”
“Okay, okay,” the woman says softly as she grabs her son before looking around, “we got a missing kid,” she announces to another parent.
“I’ll go look over at the parking lot!” one parent yells before rushing over to the parking lot area.
Oscar couldn’t hear the other parents asking him questions, his eyes were darting around as he tried to find a hiding spot he might have overlooked but the longer he looked the more he realized that y/n were nowhere to be found.
“Fuck,” he whispers to himself as the sinking realization began to reel in. He had lost y/n.
Parents began looking around while holding onto their kids, y/ns name was being called from every direction.
“Have you checked the bathrooms?” A parent asks, catching Oscars attention.
“n-No, I haven’t,” he says as he runs to the restrooms, he runs into the men's restroom looking through the stalls, “Y/N?” He calls out. He rushes out and runs into the ladies room, scaring a woman that was inside.
“Sorry! Sorry! I’m looking for my goddaughter!” He says as he looks through the stalls, “y/N?!” he calls out before turning to the woman at the sink, “have you seen a little girl with overalls, pig tails? Pink shirt?”
“N-No,” the woman says, a little confused as she shakes her head.
“Sneakers that light up,” Oscar kept describing but the woman shook her head still. “Fuck!” He exclaimed before running out of the bathroom.
He looked around one of the picnic areas, “Y/N, come on out baby, this isn’t funny anymore,” he says as he looks around the park.
“Pedro is going to kill me,” he mutters, noticing the other parents looking too.
“Sir, I can call 911–”
“No, no, she’s around here somewhere,” Oscar says as he looks around, “She has to be around here,” He says as he turns around looking at every inch of the park. He wanted to be right, he did not want to have to call the cops because calling the cops meant that this was real. That he was unable to find y/n and that he had lost the main love of Pedro's life. The person for Pedro's joy and reason to keep going, especially after his mothers death years prior.
Oscar turned to one of the parents, he knew he could no longer wait it out, the cops needed to be involved. “Call–”
“Over here!” A man yelled from the other end of the park.
Oscar took off running to the man as did some of the other parents. When Oscar got closer he spotted the man holding hands with a little girl as they walked closer. “Oh my god, Y/N!” Oscar exclaimed in relief as he runs faster, kneeling in front of Y/N when he reached her. “Oh honey!” He exclaimed as he cupped her face before examining her.
“Found her down the block by the old creek, she says she followed one of the ducks,” the man explained.
Oscar was in tears as he kept touching Y/N’s face, “Oh honey, don’t wander off like that again!”
“I just wanted to see the ducks,” she whispered softly.
“I know, I know, but you tell me okay? You don’t leave like that,” Oscar says as he pulls her in, a hand behind her head as he holds her tightly.
Her lip trembled, “I’m sorry,” she whispers, a small cry beginning to form.
“Hey, no, no, no, it’s okay,” Oscar says softly as he loosened his grip, he knew he had scared her. “You’re okay, mamas,” he whispers as he leans back to look at her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
“But you’re crying,” she sniffles as she wipes her nose with her arm.
“Because I couldn’t find you, carino and I got very scared,” Oscar explains softly, his thumb brushing a tear away from her cheek.
“But the ducks,” she whispers as if to explain everything.
“I know, I know,” he says as she places her head on his shoulder and he gently places his hand on the back of her head. He let out a relieved sigh before realizing that now he had to go back home and tell Pedro what had happened.
Oscar had taken Y/N home right after, he did not spend a second longer at the park. He just wanted to keep her home where he knew she would be safe. Y/N went straight to the coffee table where her play tea set was and some of her stuffed animals were all over the table. She focuses on setting up her stuffed animals for tea time like nothing had even happened. Like she never gave Oscar the heart attack of his life just a mere twenty minutes ago.
Oscar sighs as he runs a hand through his hair, “alright,” he mutters as he begins to pace.
Y/N glances at him before focusing back on her toys, Oscar walks over and kneels in front of the coffee table, “Y/N, baby, we got to talk about what happened, okay?”
“About the ducks?” She asks softly as she sets up the tea cups by her stuffed animals.
“Yes and how you walked over there by yourself when you weren’t supposed to–”
“They were hungry,” she whispers.
“I am sure they were,” Oscar says, resisting the urge to laugh like a maniac. “But you can’t walk away from a trusted adult, okay? You can’t do that because it’s not safe.”
Y/N hands Oscar a toy cup, “drink.”
Oscar takes it without hesitation, pretending to sip from the cup before setting it back down on the coffee table earning a satisfied smile from Y/N. He leans in slightly, “And maybe when papi comes home we don’t tell him what happened okay?” Oscar says gently.
Y/N looks up at him confused, tilting her head slightly, “Why?”
Because I lost you.
Because I was distracted flirting with a woman and not paying attention.
Because I messed up badly and Pedro would be upset.
Oscar's mind races, he swallows before letting out a small sigh. “Because then we won’t be able to hang out and go to the park when daddy is at work,” Oscar explains.
Y/N did not say anything for a moment, her eyes glancing at the table like she was thinking very hard about what Oscar had just said before looking back up at him, “Why?”
Oscar groans as he lets his head hang, how the hell was he supposed to tell a five year old that if she told her father that her godfather lost her at the park, that he pretty much would be banned from taking care of her again. He looks back up at Y/N, “Y/N, baby, it doesn’t matter why, I just need you to keep this a secret between me and you okay?”
“But papi–”
“Papi can’t know.”
“But Papi–”
“Y/N, Papi can’t know.”
“Papi can’t know what?” Pedro asks Oscar, startling him.
“h-Hey, man!” Oscar says slightly high pitched as he stood up, “h-how long have you been home?” Oscar asks nervously as Pedro crosses his arms.
“Long enough. Now what is this I hear about keeping secrets?” Pedro asks.
“Um what?” Oscar chuckles nervously, “no secrets here, right, Y/N?”
Y/N looks up between Pedro and then Oscar, Pedro walks over to Y/N, kneeling beside her as he gently touches her back, “Y/N, carino, do you have anything to tell papi?”
Y/N glanced over at Oscar for a second before slowly looking back over at Pedro, “I saw ducks,” she whispers.
“Oh yeah?”
Oscar chuckles, “psh, yeah, that’s all we did, right, Y/N?”
Pedro gave him a small glare before focusing back on Y/N, “is that true, carino?” Y/N gives him a small nod.
Oscar let out a relieved sigh, Pedro opened his mouth to say something to Oscar when Y/N began to speak again, “then uncle Oscar started crying.”
“Oh?” Pedro asks as he looks over at Oscar.
“Uhh because the ducks had ducklings and it was ummm touching,” Oscar says nervously.
Y/n hands Pedro a small cup of fake tea, “Drink.”
Pedro smiled as he pretended to sip, “Why did uncle Oscar cry?” he asks softly.
Y/N shrugged, “he didn’t like me going to see the ducks by myself.”
Pedro nods before standing up, “Oscar.”
“I lost your kid for ten minutes, she went to the pond by herself while I was flirting with one of the moms. I am so sorry it will never happen again I swear. I swear it by my whole fucking life–” Oscar blurted, the words leaving his mouth before he could even stop them.
“Oscar.”
“I am so sorry, Pedro.”
Pedro pinches the bridge of his nose before he glances over at Y/N playing with her tea set at the coffee table. “You lost my kid.”
“I know.”
“My baby girl.”
“I know.”
“You lost her.”
“We’ve established that.”
Pedro let out a laugh that was not supposed to be humorous as he paced a few steps, “She’s okay, she’s fine!” Oscar exclaimed.
“She’s fine? Yeah, great, Oscar– That’s fucking great. Doesn’t change the fact that you lost my kid–”
“I found her,” Oscar cut in, “She was only gone for like ten minutes, I panicked and looked everywhere–”
“You panicked?” Pedro repeated, “you weren’t even supposed to lose her in the first place!”
Oscar ran a hand through his hair, “I know! I know! I am sorry, I messed up.”
“Oh this is more than messing up, Oscar! You fucked up!” Pedro exclaimed. Pedro stared at his best friend, his breathing uneven as he clenched his jaw, “i don’t think you even understand how big of a fuck up this could have been, how worse this could have played out.”
“No, I understand,” Oscar says quietly. “Trust me, I completely understand. The second I knew she wasn’t near me, I thought the worst.”
Pedro sighs, letting out a frustrated groan as he sat on the couch and rubbed his face. His anger falters slightly as he looks back up at Oscar and the guilt written all over his face. He glanced over to Y/N, she had a tight grip on one of her stuffed animals she held close to her chest, her eyes slightly widened as she looked between both men.
Pedro softened immediately, “hey, hey, baby, no,” he says softly as he quickly scootched himself off the couch to kneel beside Y/N, “You’re okay baby,” he whispers as he pulls her in. She nods as she leans her head against his shoulder and he gently kisses her temple before leaning his head against hers. Pedro closes his eyes for a second, letting himself relax as he takes a deep breath.
“I should have been watching over her closer, Pedro. I am so sorry,” Oscar says softly.
Pedro looks up at Oscar, “this can never happen again,” he says firmly.
“It won’t,” Oscar says quickly.
Pedro looks at Y/N in his arms before looking ba=ck over at Oscar and giving him a nod, “I can’t afford to hire a babysitter for the both of you,” he mutters. Oscar lets out a small chuckle, “also, you’re doing laundry for the next month to make up for it.”
“Oh come on man!” Oscar exclaims. Pedro gives him a small glare and Oscar rolls his eyes as he nods, “deal.”
Summary: She's broken. Like mentally. She's been through the wringer a few times, with mommy issues, recently getting out a narcassistic abusive relationship and dealing with a identity crises, humor has been her healthiest coping mechanism apart from books. Now she found herself in London for two weeks with her best friend who was on a work trip. Juliana expected her London trip to be full of museums and bookstores and doing all the One Direction and Beatles tourist traps, not bumping into a stranger and somehow finding herself falling for this mystery person.
A/N: This is something I have been working on, let me know what you think! Also, I'm horrible at writing summaries, I promise I will rewrite it later.
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Just one book and that’s it.
That’s what I told myself…
an hour ago…
When I first stepped into the bookstore.
I know, I know. I have no shelf-control.
Budam-tiss
… no one?
Wow, I can hear the crickets from here.
Anywho, One book.
So, why was I carrying three? Well, technically two of them were paperbacks and technically two paperbacks together would be the same price of one hard cover. SO, hear me out, technically I am buying ONE book plus the hardcover book for emotional support.
Girl math.
Right.
Focus, Juliana.
I am here because I always find myself in a pitt. A literal god forsaken pitt, down in the deep pits of hell… you get the idea right?
I was spiraling before I decided to step foot into the bookstore.
I am spiraling.
And I so happen to be spiraling during my big trip to London. The one I planned for months and even had a whole itinerary of museums and bookstores that I must go to because I am a complete nerd like that. I was perfectly fine strolling down the cobblestone streets with a nice cup of coffee in hand until I saw all the mother’s day reminders one after the other like they were haunting me then I spiraled.
I spiraled and then I saw a bookstore that I had been wanting to go to and walked my happy ass in.
There was something about the smell of books and the tight corners of a little indie bookstore. The way some books are just piled on the ground because there wasn’t space on the shelf and the store is too small to create more room, it was cozy.
Comforting.
Inviting.
It felt like the store opened its arm and said, “come here you little depressed baby.” Before kissing the top of my head and lovingly rubbing my back.
And that would be the most I would ever be loved by something motherly and boy do I crave it. I get emotional when a woman calls me “honey,” “sweetheart,” and “baby girl” UGH Don’t even get me started on that one. I like it better when older men like Pedro Pascal say Baby girl but that’s different and we’ll talk about that a different time.
I could use a hug right now though. Especially after a spiral and boy was my spiral… bad. For the longest time I have always felt out of place. Like a piece of the puzzle that somehow got into the wrong box.
It was something in my bones that I felt like I never truly belonged in my family. I never got the music gene, I never seemed to just stick with one thing, and I wasn’t Santos enough for my dads side of the family.
I was overlooked.
Ever since I could remember at family parties, everyone would talk to my older brother, Mateo, who was only three years older, mind you; but they never spoke to me. At first I thought, maybe it’s just because I’m a kid. I’m a kid so I don’t need to be in these conversations, but in three years once I’m my brother's age I can finally talk to them. Three years would go by and… nothing. Not a single, ‘How’s school?’ Or ‘What kind of clubs are you doing?’
Zip.
Zero.
Zilch.
Nada.
So then I began thinking, maybe it’s because I’m a girl. That has to be it, right? I’m a girl and so I don’t talk. Yet, my older girl cousins… everyone spoke to them. Everyone found interest in them. Everyone wanted to know everything about them.
So why not me?
For years and years, I wondered, what is wrong with me? Is it because I am too shy? Or just weird? Or cause sometimes I stutter so people don’t fully understand me, but that’s because I was taught Spanish as a first language and expected to learn English in school, they couldn’t not talk to me because of that, right? RIGHT?
Finally I just settled that I was chosen to just be the family black sheep.
The outcast.
The one who doesn’t fit in.
The wrong puzzle piece.
Or so I thought that was the reason… until I was twenty. When a silly little Ancestry DNA test told me everything I always wondered. Why do I feel like I don’t belong? Well, it’s because I didn’t.
You know what the funny thing about Ancestry DNA’s are? When you’re looking at all the connections to people you have no idea existed until that day. People you may have walked by on the street and didn’t know you were fifteen percent related to a great-great-great-great aunt on your moms side. Then you see all the different countries your family is made up of and how you’re ten percent brazilian which is weird because you know no one in brazil. Or how you’re fifteen percent Puerto rican from your father’s side which is also weird because you remember your dad saying his family was Native.
Oh.
That’s right.
There it is.
My dad was always right. He is half native, but I’m not. I never was and I never was going to be. Why? Because I am not his kid.
That’s the funny thing about Ancestry DNA tests, you expect to find out about your ancestors and where you came from, but never expect to find out that your mom had an affair with someone nine months before you were born and now you were a product of that.
I remember staring at the Ancestry DNA results, thinking, please say sike, please say sike. It must be some kind of glitch.
Well, I’m here to say it wasn’t a glitch, especially after two paternity tests between me and my dad confirming that we are 0.0000 percent related. They really didn’t need to put that many zeros. It honestly felt a bit passive aggressive but I digress.
Anyway, that was seven years ago and now many, many, many, many therapy sessions later… I’m still having an identity crisis… Hence, the spiral.
and mommy issues…
and other issues…
but that’s not why we’re here!
Right now, I have to focus. I have three, technically two, books and I want to make sure I am grabbing the right ones. I want to make sure I am grabbing books that will pick me up and smack me around and emotionally traumatize--
“Oof!” I exclaimed as I fell to the ground. I don’t recall the little indie bookstore having a giant pole in the middle of the aisle. I shook it off as I began to get up, maybe it’s because this little indie bookstore doesn’t have a pole. I just ran into a tall man. Well, everyone is tall to me, I am only five feet.
“I am so sorry,” the man says as he holds out his hand to help me up. His voice was smooth like honey and I wanted to hear him keep talking.
“Uh, it’s fine,” No, it’s not, “I like the ground anyway, we’re good friends,” I joked as he picked up my books I dropped and handed them to me. Which was very nice of him to do, but also, bare minimum? I keep having to tell myself that. Bare minimum. It’s the human thing to do. Don’t get too excited.
The man had that salt and pepper curly hair that most middle aged men had that drove the Tik Tok girls with daddy issues crazy (Me. I am the tik-tok girly with daddy issues). His hair did that little thing where only one curl would fall on his forehead making it look… okay I should stop myself. Anyway, he also had a mustache that seemed to fit him but it was hard to tell because he wore sunglasses that prevented me from seeing his eyes and I was partially grateful for it, he wore a green baseball cap that had ‘patagonia’ on it.
Nice, a hiker.
He was in jeans and a blue wool bomber type of jacket that was casual and looked very cozy which I appreciated the cozy look because I was wearing jeans and a band tee, although this is the third time wearing this shirt since the trip-- Oh god. Do I stink? I need to check if I stink. Please, please, please, look away, strange hot looking dude.
“I swear sometimes I don’t have spatial awareness,” he said as he bent down, giving me a moment to lift the collar of my shirt a little to sniff it. I shrug, it smells good to me. The man straightened up, I quickly let go of my shirt and smiled.
“It’s alright,” I reassured, “it happens to the best of us-- Oh no, you don’t want to read that,” I said pointing to the thick book in his hand. His eyebrows furrowed for a second until he looked down to what I was pointing at.
He chuckled as he twisted the book in his hand, “Why not?” He had no British accent, oh my god, he is an American. Not what I came to London for. Well, I actually did not even come to London to look for a guy or girl, that was just the plus. I came to London because I’ve always wanted to come here and my best friend let me join her on a work trip, but that’s beside the point.
“Well, unless you want to spiral at 3 am about a man named Jude and his friends and somehow get yourself in a depressive pit because you rethink your life a little too hard, I’d avoid it,” I say as I gesture to the book.
“Wow, very descriptive.”
“Experinced. Let me guess, you saw a recommendation on tiktok and thought, ‘Why the hell not?’” I asked.
He smirked slowly, “guilty.”
Oh god, please don’t ever do that again.
I gave him a small smile, suddenly aware of everything. My outfit. My body. My glasses that currently have specks on the lenses that I just choose to ignore and now it’s part of my vision. My body. My face. Am I slouching? Oh god. He is staring, I think, at me. I am suddenly aware of every single inch of my body and it is telling me to run and hide. To cover itself. To dig a hole and crawl into it before he can point out anything.
I take in a small breath and point behind me, “I sh-sh-should tbr--” I said, stuttering the first word. I closed my eyes and let out a small breath before continuing, "I mean I should go before I add more books to my tbr.”
The man smiles and I swear I can feel the heat running up my neck to my cheeks faster than you can say the word mississippi.
Never smile like that again, sir.
I didn't know who this guy was but he looked older and like he took very good care of himself.
“Right,” he said softly, “and I have to go try and not knock down any more pretty girls with my height again.”
Dear lord, it’s me again. Look, is this one of those tests? Because I’m about to fail.
I nod softly as I take a step back, “cool.” I turn around, gently knocking my head with my fist as I walk out of the aisle. Cool!? A man flirts with me and all I have to say is cool!?
Aye good to see you're still around! You know I still come back to reread that one bucky daughter reader series every now and then. Hope life has been kind.👋
Hello! Thank you for reading my series still! I hope to get back into writing more bucky fics in the near future! life has not been kind but it has brought me to get back into writing so I'm thankful.
Summary: Pedro finds that reader is sick when he goes to check on her and decides to take care of the reader while her mom goes out of town but on the drive to the urgent care the reader shares to Pedro a nightmare she had.
Word Count: 2,426
Warnings: Uhhh none?
This was not how you imagined your weekend to go.
Well, to be fair, you did not have any plans for your weekend, but you surely did not plan to spend the rest of your Saturday lying on the bathroom floor just so your body could feel some sort of coolness. For a second, you believed it would help keep your temperature down and maybe you would wake up just fine.
But when you jolted awake in the middle of the night to a sudden knock, your head was pounding and you imagined this is what a bad hangover felt like, just maybe without the temperature and fatigue. It had been only a couple of weeks since the incident with your father. Your mom had been extra protective since and now she had been stuck in meetings all day on a Saturday that you thought you would spend with her but she was gone by the time you woke up that morning.
You had woken up with a headache and quickly after chills and the urge to vomit. That is how you ended up in the bathroom. The bathroom floor to be exact.
You groan as you hug the floor, not a thought in your mind about getting up anytime soon.
“Y/N, it’s me, Pedro. Your mother asked if I could come check on you while she’s away,” he says softly. “I meant to come earlier but I got held up in traffic, you hungry?”
There was that feeling again, you groan, “no,” you manage to yell out.
“Everything okay?” Pedro did not like how your voice sounded, if he did not know any better it sounded like you had come back from a concert and your voice was at its last hope. He heard you groan in response, “Y/N?” He waits a few seconds and did not get a response. “Unlock the door, hon. You’re starting to worry me.”
You groan at the thought of getting up, you have no energy to lift your arm. Letting out a small whine, “I can’t,” you state.
“Fuck,” Pedro mutters as he looks at the doorknob, it was an easy one to picklock. It was one of those where you can literally break a bobby pin and push it through the hole to push out the button. After rummaging around for what he needs, it only took Pedro a few minutes to unlock the bathroom door. “Y/N, I’m coming in,” Pedro announces, waiting a few seconds for you to respond. He could hear you mumble okay and it was all the permission he needed.
Pedro quickly took in the scene in front of him, “I don’t feel too good,” you mumble as you look up at him.
“Oh, hon,” He whispers as he knelt in front of you, he places his hand on your forehead, “Fuck, you’re burning up.”
“No, shit,” you sarcastically mutter.
Pedro could not help but smile at the fact that you still had the energy to be sarcastic, “Come on, let’s get you in bed,” he began to help you up. Placing an arm under your armpit to gently pull you up.
“No,” you began to protest, “the floor feels nice and cold,” you mumble.
“I know, I know, but it’s not the ideal place for you to get better,” in an instant, Pedro hesitates before deciding, he picks you up in his arms. One arm under your back and the other under your knees, you could not protest much, your body was too weak to even try to fight it. Pedro carries you into the living room, where he gently places you on the couch.
“This isn’t my room,” you say in a sluggish voice.
“I know,” Pedro says softly, “Now where does your mom keep the thermometer, I need to check your temp.”
“Bathroom,” you mumble, lazily pointing towards the hallway you two had just come from.
Pedro nods, “Of course, let me guess, that’s why you were in there.”
You nod, “That and to throw up.”
Pedro sighs, walking back into the bathroom to grab the thermometer along with some medicine. “Alright,” Pedro began as he walked back into the living room, “open up,” he instructed. He places the thermometer in your mouth.
“Why are you-”
“Ah, ah, no talking,” he instructed, a few seconds later the thermometer beeped, and he quickly took it out from your mouth, “Jesus, kid. A hundred and two, we need to get your temp down fast.”
You watch as Pedro rushes around the house, grabbing a bucket and placing it near you on the couch, he runs and grabs all the medicine from the bathroom cabinet and places it on the coffee table. You never asked him to do any of it, but somehow you liked the feeling it gave you, the fact that he cared enough to do all of this without you asking.
“Why are you here?” you manage to say as he sat down at the end of the couch, he was reading some of the medicine bottles, conflicted on which one to give you. If Pedro was being honest with himself, he never had to take care of a kid that was sick, not even his nephews. Usually when Pedro was sick he would take some sort of sleeping aid medicine and sleep it off, but this was different.
He gave you a small glance, “Well, when you didn’t answer your mom's past two phone calls, and she’s not able to step away from her meetings so she asked me to come and check on you, plus, she’s leaving for new york tonight, remember?”
“But you didn’t have to come,” you state, “I can be alone for a weekend.”
“I didn’t,” he agrees, “but I wanted to because I too was worried about you.” Pedro settled on the fever reducing medicine first, that was the main goal right now. Reduce the fever, try to get fluids in you, and something small and gentle in your stomach… and sleep. Lots and lots of sleep. He twisted open one of the medicine bottles before shaking out a few pills into the palm of his hand. “Here take this,” he hands you a couple of pills along with a bottle of Gatorade that had been sitting on the coffee table, “I’m gonna look to see if your mom has any chicken noodle soup in the pantry, you get some rest.”
Everything within you was protesting this, protesting Pedro taking care of you while you were sick. You did not want any of it, or so you thought because there was a part of you that just couldn’t help but smile at the fact. A part of you that could get used to it.
You could not help but wonder if this is what your friend's dads were like, is this what every dad was like.
Every normal dad.
Is this what it felt like to even have a present dad?
It was not long until the medicine took its effect and you were fast asleep. It seemed to put Pedro at ease to see you sleeping, knowing it was probably the best thing for your body. He was keeping himself busy in the kitchen, reheating a can of chicken noodle soup so you could eat it when you woke up.
Once the soup was done, Pedro kept it covered and left it alone. He made his way over to the couch, gently lifting your head so he can sit down, and he places your head on his lap. He reaches for the remote on the coffee table but quickly stops when he hears the sound of your breath. Every breath you took in was followed by a wheeze.
Pedro felt his heart race, he grabs his phone and dials your mother's number, “Hey,” he says as soon as she answers, “don’t panic.”
“What’s wrong?” She says in a panic. Perfect, he thinks sarcastically to himself as he rolls his eyes in annoyance.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, “Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have started it that way,” Pedro confesses. “I checked on Y/N, she’s sick and I think she might need to go to urgent care.”
Yesenia lets out a sigh, “fuck,” she mutteres. “Alright, I-I can cancel my next meeting–”
“No, no need for that, I can take care of her.”
“I hate to ask that of you,” Yesenia says.
“Then don’t. I told you I could help,” Pedro looked over at y/n, she was still asleep.
Yesenia sighes, “I knew it was too soon to leave her alone for a day, especially after what happened with her dad. Ugh, and to think I was going to go straight to the airport after this to go to New York for work--”
“Hey, don’t blame yourself for this, look I’m here and I can take care of her.”
Yesenia remains quiet for a moment, her motherly senses telling her to cancel her meetings. To stop everything she was doing and get back home, but her heart was telling her to trust Pedro. She knew she could trust him and she knew this was, in a fucked up way, a perfect time for him to be tested.
“You call me with every update you have– no, you call me every hour.”
Pedro could not help but chuckle, “I’ll text you every hour and call you with every update, how about that?”
“Even better,” She smiles. “Take good care of my baby, Pedro.”
“I will, I promise.” Pedro hangs up the phone, gently getting up from the couch, careful not to wake you. He picks you up and takes you to the car, the soup would have to wait a little longer.
This was the first time Pedro had to take someone that wasn’t himself, to urgent care and frankly, he did not know what to do. Maybe he was in over his head, especially when it was someone's kid.
It did not take Pedro long to carry you to his car, he places you in his backseat, making sure the seatbelt clicks before covering you with a blanket. He had even grabbed one of your moms tote bags and packed it with some supplies that you might need, a phone charger just in case and a book he knew you were reading in case you woke up and the wait was too long. Pedro knew he was overthinking it and maybe overpacking, but he wanted to make sure that you had everything you needed to feel just a little bit safer in his care.
When Pedro began driving he did not even bother to turn on the music, his focus solely on driving the speed limit and following every single rule of the road. Which was unlike Pedro. He was the kind of guy that sped and hoped not to get caught, the kind of guy to look at his phone at stop lights to check a text message, and feel guilty after because it was a bad habit. Yet, right now? Right now, he felt like he was eighteen again, barely learning how to drive and following every single rule like his life depended on it. Well, it kind of felt like it did.
Pedro glances at the google maps direction that was on his apple car play, “two miles,” he mutters quietly to himself. His hands gripping the wheel a little tighter as he slowed to a stop at a red light.
A soft whine coming from the backseat caught his attention, he glances at the review mirror and sees your eyebrows scrunch before your head moves like you were shaking your head in your sleep. “No,” you mutter before you jolt awake.
“You okay, hon?” Pedro asks softly. You look around confused, taking in the blanket, the seatbelt, the smell of Pedro’s air freshener, you are in his car. How you got there? No clue. “Sweetie?” Pedro calls out again.
“Wh-where are we going?” You ask softly as you adjust yourself in your seat.
“Urgent care,” he states, “are you okay?” he asks again.
You give him a small nod, “fever dream,” you mumble as you rub your eyes.
“Those are the worst,” he says as the light turns green and he slowly presses on the gas. “How are you feeling?” he asks.
You groan a little, “Like shit.”
“Language.”
“Sorry. Como mierda,” you mutter.
Pedro sighs as he could not help but smile, “Not what I meant, hon.”
“My stomach hurts,” you say softly as you look into the review mirror meeting Pedro's eyes. He gives you a small nod, “and I feel hot but I have chills,” you add.
“Your fever was a hundred and two when we left the house,” Pedro says, “don’t want to take any chances so let’s just see what the doctor says.”
You stay quiet for a moment, looking out the car window, you take in the city lights. The car slowly came to a stop at a red light, you glance at the car on the next lane over, you can spot the man on the driver's seat as he waits for the light to change. You could not help but wonder what the man's life was like, if he had a daughter waiting for him at home, or if he was the kind of father to let her slip from his fingers from his own mistakes.
“Wanna talk to me about the dream?” Pedro asks, glancing at you through the review mirror.
“It felt more like a nightmare than a dream,” you whisper.
“How so?”
“My dad was in it,” You began to say, “but… my mom was on the floor and he was standing over her,” you add.
Pedro stilled, he didn’t say a word, not yet anyway. He waited for you to finish, but his heart was pounding so hard that he could feel it in his ears. His hands gripping the steering wheel tighter as he mentally manifested for the light to turn green. When you didn’t continue he asked before he could even stop himself, “What was he doing?” Pedro asks.
You look down at your hands, your index finger fidgeting with a loose string from the blanket on your lap. It was a nightmare, that’s all, you reminded yourself. A nightmare, but why did it feel so real?
“I-I don’t know… but my mom was bleeding,” you say softly, “And it was like she couldn’t hear me call for her.”
Hey, I was curious about what characters and fandoms you write for? Or like any notes on stuff you don't write? I see a lot of fanfic writers have a list of fandoms/characters they write and request boundaries but noticed you didnt have one (or I missed it lol), so I thought I'd ask.
I don't write fandoms I know nothing about. I am mostly interested in Marvel or current shows I am obsessed with.
