So this is an idea I had after watching a couple interviews (or more lol) of Pablo and thus making me in the mood to write something for him 😂 so I hope you guys like it😊!
Pairing: Pablo SchreiberxBlack Reader
Warning(s): Very slight angst but fluff other than that
Excitedly rushing into the house, you couldn’t wait to tell your boyfriend, Pablo, about your day. Plus with it being one of those rare times that he was on a break from his projects, you were also excited to spend some time with your goofy giant.
“Babe! Guess what happened at the studio today?!,” you announce walking into the living room to see Pablo wearing his headset playing Call of Duty.
Momentarily turning from the screen, he greets you with a smile before kissing your lips. “You got nominated for a Grammy?!”
“No, well not yet at least,” you laugh taking your usual seat between his legs as he wraps his arms around you continuing to play his game.
“So first, we finally finished the song I was working on and it sounds amazing! I can’t wait for you to hear it.”
“Mhmm that’s great babe.”
“And I already have the video idea planned out for it and the choreography! It’s like everything is falling into place and I’m so excited!”
“But the biggest news is that Normani aka one of my fave singers was there and heard the track and wants to do a song together! I’m not gonna lie though, I’m kinda scared. I feel like it’s a lot of pressure on my shoulders, and I don’t want to let anybody down.”
“Noo!,” he replies furiously tapping on the controller as his character on the screen was shot at from different directions.
You weren’t sure before, but now you definitely knew he wasn’t listening to you.
“And then aliens probed my brain and made me the new vessel for their children.”
“Wow that’s great babe,” he answers kissing the back of your head.
“Pablo you’re not even listening to me.” Moving his arms, you stand up making your way to the kitchen; Pablo not too far behind you tossing his headset on the couch.
“That you were at the studio and...”
Running a hand through his short hair, he pauses trying desperately to think of everything you said to avoid the impending consequences. However, judging from your angry glare and crossed arms it was too late.
“Ok you got me I wasn’t listening I’m sorry babe,” he smiles bringing you closer to him. “You have my full attention.”
“No it’s ok, we can talk about it later. I know it’s a rare off day for you so relax and go back to your game with Ricky.”
“How do you know I was playing with Ricky?”
“Who else would have the name ‘NotsowhittleRicky’,?” You laugh, lifting up your head from his chest.
“True, that’s Ricky for you,” he chuckles before gently caressing your face in his hands. “I can tell you’re stressed though babe, and don’t worry I know you’ll do great on this song and every song you make after.”
Yea you were stressed about the music, but there was more to it than working with Normani or making sure your songs were perfect. Feeling like Pablo wasn’t really in the listening mood though, you chose not to get into the extra details.
“Yea you’re right, I’m just overthinking it,” you smile as he kisses your forehead. “Well let me do the dishes that I know you ‘forgot’ to do being home all day.”
“Orrr you can come back on the couch with me and be my good luck charm!”
Not giving you a chance to answer, Pablo lifts you over his shoulder running back to the living room as you shriek and giggle holding tight unto the back of his shirt.
“Guys help us welcome to the studio Pablo Schreiber!,” Melissa, the radio host, announces into the microphone as the sound of applause is played over the air.
“Thank you for having me!”
“Oh anytime! And thank you for being here with us this afternoon,” she smiles. “Now I know she’s only here to support her man, which is adorable, but I also have to shout out the talented Y/N in the cut as well looking amazing!”
“Hi!,” you shout loud enough to hopefully be picked up by the microphones as those around laugh at your antics.
Patiently waiting in a chair off to the side, you listen as Pablo answers every question ranging from his new project to his workout routine and a bit of his personal life. Anyone else would probably feel a little bored with hearing someone’s conversation with another person, but you, on the other hand, could sit there all day.
Call you smitten, but listening to his voice was soothing. Plus watching him get excited when discussing some of his favorite things and new films he had coming always made smile from the warm feeling it gave you.
“Alright we’re back with Pablo Schreiber and if it’s ok with you, we’d like to play a game called Truth or Shots.”
“Ohh I’m interested!,” he smirks rubbing his hands together.
“And even better, Y/N can play with us!,” Melissa smiles as Pablo cheers. Scooting your chair up closer to the table, colorful, plastic shot glasses and a bottle of tequila are placed in the middle.
“Ok so basically it’s like truth or dare, but the catch is there is no dare, just truth. Now you can choose to not answer a question, but you’d have to take a shot,” she explains pouring out shots for each of you. “Sound good?”
“Yea,” you and Pablo say at the same time.
“Babe remember you’re a light weight so you pretty much have to answer everything.”
“Shut it Pablo,” you laugh along with everyone in the room.
“Ok so first question for Mr. Pablo. What is Y/N’s best quality?”
“Hmm good question,” you smirk putting your face near his, waiting for his answer.
“I know this is gonna sound really cheesy, but I’m being completely honest when I say that I can’t choose one. She’s so kind and has the biggest heart, makes me laugh every day, and I don’t know if I’m just that easy to read or she’s that amazing at doing it, but if I’m feeling the least bit off she’s asking me what’s wrong and trying to make me feel better.”
“Aww!!! Look at true love!!,” Melissa gushes as a chorus of “aw’s” and kissy noises are played overhead.
Leaning over, he quickly pecks your lips as you drape your arms around his waist before lying your head on his shoulder.
“Ok Y/N, you’re planning on robbing a bank, who’s your partner in crime your bestie Lauren or Pablo? Also was this question submitted by said best friend, I cannot disclose,” she laughs.
“Hmm...I think I’m gonna have to take a shot because I can’t decide,” you answer, a mix of disappointed aw’s and cheers from everyone in the room following.
Downing the clear liquid in one swift motion, you make a face as the familiar burning sensation rests in your throat.
“Is it you can’t decide or you know who you’re taking but don’t want to tell?,” one of Melissa’s co-hosts asks with a smirk.
“Honestly I wouldn’t take either of them because Lauren and I would mess it up somehow and Pablo wouldn’t listen to me so we’d get caught.”
As the room erupts in laughs and “oh’s” at your light roast, you immediately wish you’d never said anything at all. Although he was laughing with a shocked look on his face, you knew when you guys got home you were in for a more private conversation.
“Whoa whoa! I listen to you, maybe I don’t catch the small details all the time but I listen to you.”
“Mhmm keep telling yourself that,” you counter sipping your bottle of water as the “oh’s” continue.
“Even though I hate to hear you’re not listening to my girl Pablo, I’m gonna go ahead and change the subject to save you,” Melissa laughs, you and Pablo following soon after, but both definitely feeling the slight tension between you two.
Opening the fridge, you remove the ingredients you need to start cooking dinner. As expected, when you guys returned home, neither one of you barely said anything to each other. Seeing that you had a bit of an attitude, Pablo thought it best to give you your space and you not knowing what to say or where to start, you thought the same.
Momentarily taking a break from reading a newly arrived script, he enters the kitchen, passing behind you to get a bottle of water.
“Hey can you hand me a spoon please?”
“Sure. Better be careful not to grab a fork or knife since I don’t listen after all,” he replies handing you the metal utensil.
“Here we go,” you thought to yourself as you let out a sigh, turning to face him.
“I don’t know why you’re giving me that look.”
“I’m looking at you like this because of what you just said.”
“Well it’s true isn’t it? At least that’s what you said earlier on the radio,” he states, arms folded in front of his defined chest.
“Yea but it’s- you know what? Don’t worry about it, it’s not important.”
“Clearly it is for you to say all that. If you’re still mad about what happened yesterday I said I was sor-”
“You’re seriously this pressed over a hypothetical question?! Fine Pablo, yes I’m still mad, but not just at yesterday but this past week!”
You didn’t mean to shout, but with him pestering you about the incident, you felt yourself grow more frustrated.
“You’re right I’m stressed about the song, but it’s like you never even thought to ask if it was anything else. Just like you say I can read you, I’d like the same done for me,” you finish, looking down in an attempt to try to hold back the tears inches away from crossing your ducts.
Lightly grabbing your chin so your now red, watery, brown eyes could meet his, he wipes away the lone tear running down your cheek that managed to escape. “Y/N I’m so sorry that I haven’t been hearing you the way you want me to, I guess lately I’ve been so caught up in myself that I didn’t realize what that was doing to you. In those times you can’t hold everything in though ok? Let me know how you’re feeling.”
Although he’d only been with you for a few months, Pablo knew very well how you’d rather hold in what you were feeling than potentially hurt someone or cause a conflict. He’d seen you do it plenty of times with your label (well old one seeing that now you were an independent artist).
Lying your head just below his chest, you wrap your arms around his waist; letting a couple more tears fall as he rubs up and down your back. “You’re right, I should’ve said something earlier rather than holding it in. I’m sorry, I know I need to communicate better.”
“It’s ok, we both need to work on some things like everyone else, but we’ll do it together.” Widening his stance as he slightly squats down to your height, he pokes out his bottom lip donning puppy dog eyes before inching closer to your face until he could repeatedly kiss you all over. This was something he tended to do whenever he wanted to make you laugh or be extra playful, and like always, it worked even when you tried so desperately to maintain your demeanor.
Giggling, you kiss his lips before wrapping your arms around his neck, lightly playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too, now you go rest and I’ll cook dinner.”
“Um you sure about that?”
“I’m sensing a bit of uncertainty here regarding my cooking skills,” he smirks moving around you to pick up where you started. “I cook for the boys all the time and they don’t have a problem with it.”
“Then why directly after do I get a text or call asking to bring them something else?”
“And there she is, back like she never left!,” he responds before bringing you into one of his big bear hugs and tickling your sides making you snort.
“Hey make sure you don’t burn the house down!,” you manage to say between laughs as Pablo stops, keeping an arm around your waist before kissing the top of your head and returning back to dinner with you by his side.
“Pablo?! You ok?!,” you call as you run through the front door, not caring to lock it back. While at the studio, he texted you saying how something wasn’t right. When you tried to ask him more, he never responded prompting you to call, which he didn’t pick up.
Thinking the worse, you cut your studio time short and rushed home as fast as you could still trying to call him during the drive. Noticing the back double doors were open, you run to the backyard with still no sign of Pablo, but a big, rectangular, inflatable pool full of blankets in the middle of the grass next to a projector and screen hanging up behind the house.
“Baby!,” he yells, popping up from under the blankets and making you jump.
“Jesus Christ Pablo, I thought something happened to you! Why would you text me a vague message like that?!”
“I didn’t mean to make you worry but also I knew I had to get you home because of this!”
Holding out his arms with the biggest smile on his face, he shows off his set up clearly proud of what he’s done.
“So I know we worked through our problem last week, but I was thinking and came up with this idea that once a week, we do something together, just us. No phones or anything else to distract us so we can have a moment to really talk and get out what we’re feeling, especially if we’re not able to talk anytime before.”
“And what about if either of us is away for business?”
“Then we FaceTime or Skype.”
Standing with your arms crossed shaking your head, you walk up to Pablo grabbing one of the blankets to wrap around yourself.
“So you gave me a heart attack, twice I might add, and made me rush home cutting my session short for this idea?”
“Yea...if you don’t like it-,”
Cutting him off before he could finish his sentence, you stand on your tip toes bringing his face closer to yours until you could crash your lips onto his. Lifting your body, he places you in the pool of blankets.
“I love it babe! And you set up one of my dream dates!”
“Yea, I remembered from a conversation we had on one of our first dates. You said you wanted to watch a movie under the stars.”
Sitting down on the end of the pool facing the screen, you make yourself comfortable in his lap as he covers you in blankets before wrapping his strong arms around your body.
“You know what would make this even perfect?,” you ask softly rubbing your thumb up and down the back of his hand.
“Already got it covered,” he answers opening a small cooler beside your seat to retrieve a pint of your favorite ice cream and a spoon.
“No lie, I’d marry you right now if there was a priest nearby.”
“Remember that the next time you get mad at me,” he chuckles starting the movie and pulling you closer to him.
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