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so i've always had this smut fic in my mind about lannister!reader x obery martell but idk if anyone would want to read something game of thrones related in big 2025 😭
can you like this post if you'd read it?
all the time in the world (except for you) - pedro pascal. ANGST SAD OMG
requested! hope you like it!
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Pedro was slipping away, and you felt every second of it.
It had started subtly—missed calls that turned into unanswered messages, dates that had to be rescheduled, and late-night apologies whispered through a phone speaker, his voice thick with exhaustion. You had reassured him every time, telling him you understood, that you were proud of him, that his dreams coming true meant more to you than a few missed moments. But the missed moments turned into missed milestones. And then, your birthday came and went, with nothing but a hurried text at midnight, followed by radio silence.
You didn’t even cry that night. Maybe you had expected it. Maybe a part of you had already started grieving.
Pedro came back two days later, flowers in hand, regret written all over his face.
“Mi amor,” he murmured, reaching for you, but you just stood there, unmoving.
“Don’t.” Your voice was quiet. Defeated. “Just… don’t.”
The pain in his eyes was immediate, but what could he say? That he was sorry? That he didn’t mean for this to happen? You had heard it all before. You had believed it, too. But belief didn’t erase the ache of sleeping in an empty bed, of waiting up for someone who never came home, of feeling like an afterthought in the life of the man you loved.
You didn’t push him away when he stepped forward, pulling you into his arms. His hold was desperate, his hands clutching you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. You melted into him despite yourself, because you still loved him. God, you loved him so much it hurt.
But love wasn’t always enough.
“I don’t know what to do,” he admitted, his breath shaky. “I don’t know how to fix this.”
You closed your eyes, pressing your forehead against his chest. “You can’t fix something if you’re never here.”
Those words haunted him. They followed him on set, into interviews, onto planes that carried him away from you again and again. He replayed every moment, every time you had smiled through your disappointment, every time you had told him it was okay when it wasn’t. And the guilt—it was unbearable.
So he did what he thought was right. What he thought would save you from more hurt.
He let you go.
The breakup was quiet, like you were both too exhausted to fight for what was left. He told you that you deserved more. That you deserved someone who could be present, who could love you the way you needed. And you—you didn’t argue. Because maybe he was right. Maybe you did.
And that should have been the end of it.
Except, Pedro had never felt so empty.
Days blurred into weeks, weeks into months. His career had never been better—his name in headlines, his face on billboards. People shook his hand and congratulated him, told him he was at the peak of his success. But none of it mattered. Not when he went home to an empty apartment, not when he reached for you in the middle of the night only to find cold sheets.
He had convinced himself that walking away was the right choice, but he hadn’t anticipated just how unbearable it would be. He missed you like a phantom limb, like a piece of himself had been ripped away. Every time he picked up his phone, he had to stop himself from calling. From begging for another chance. But what would he even say?
That he was miserable without you?
That he had made the biggest mistake of his life?
That he still loved you?
He wasn’t sure you’d even want to hear it.
And that—that was the worst part of all.
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Promise
Pedro pascal × reader
You look out the window, seeing the hustling and bustling of the people out there. The light inside dim low while the music and chatter filling the room. There you are sitting alone accompanied by a glass of coffee that loses its ice leaving it dew.
It has almost been three hours you sit inside the restaurant waiting and hoping that your dearest husband will come for the promise he made. You check on your phone for so many times, texted and called him for god knows how much you do that. Yet, there is no clearance from him. You hate it when people around look at you in pity, knowing that you are here waiting for someone.
"I'm sorry ma'am, are you ready to take some order?" A waitress coming up to you
You look at her for a moment and look back at the time on your phone. You are so sick of waiting for him, chest tightening, breath shortening, trying to hold all the emotions inside you.
"Ma'am?" The waitress looks at you in concern
You are snap back into reality
"Ahh, yes... uhmm... sorry."
"I'm sorry for wasting your time and taking up space here, but I think I'm gonna head home." You say in shame.
You pack all your stuff inside your bag, taking your coat and head out of the restaurant. You stand outside for a while, taking a deep breath with tears welling up in your eyes. You call for a cab to take you back home... alone
You arrive and get inside you and your husband's home. You can hear noises from distance and you walk approaching it. Your step stop, stun by the view infront of you. There he is, your loving husband, sitting on the couch with bottle of beer in his hand, and sport show entertaining him. You couldn't believe what you just saw, you feel like a fool earlier. Waiting for almost three hours, worried, if something bad happened at him.
"How could he?" You whisper, but that's loud enough for making him realize your presence in the room.
"Ohhh hii darling! How's work? You're home late." He said innocently, it's not like he's aware of what he did to you.
"Where have you been?" You ask coldly
"Me? Ohh I've been just hanging out with friends, it was so much fun... you know, oscar invite us to-..." His words's cut because you decide to leave the room, you can't take it anymore, listen to his fun time with his friends. While you... you were foolishly waited for him to show up, showing up on his own promise to you. A promise where he want to fix things up, a promise that supposed to be make up promise. And guess what... there will be another promise coming out of his lips, saying that he's sorry and he PROMISE to make things right again, promise that he will never do that again, promise that just will be a promise without action.
"Woah... woah, hey? Where you going? Hey, Y/N." He walk following you behind until he's in the room with you and grab your arm to stop you walk away from him.
"Hey what's wrong? Rough day at work?"
You scoff "Seriously?! You don't get it, do you?"
"What are you talking about, love?"
You look at him in the eyes, with tears pooling in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, and trying not to make yourself crying in front of him.
"I've waited for you, three hours... three hours looking like an idiot, checking on the phone repeatedly. Three hours taking pity look from people around. Three hours of waiting and hoping that nothing bad happened to you. Three hours, pedro..."
"I-I... darling, I don't underst-" He's still clueless of what happened to you.
"For god sake, check your phone pedro, where the hell is your phone?!" You almost scream at him. How embarassing it is for you, even when you are sad and dissapointed you still have to explain to him.
He's out of the room taking his useless phone to check what's wrong and what causes you for being like this.
He open his silenced phone, there he is finding dozens of calls and texts asking where he were, the realization on his face of what he did wrong to you.
"God damn it..." he mutter to himself
He walk back to you guys room and finding you in closet, sit in silent infront of the mirror.
"Y/N, sweetheart, I am really sorry for what I did to you" silence...
"Such an idiot for forgetting my own promise to you. Gosh, my love I am so so sorry, really sorry for wasting your time and making you wait, you don't deserve it." And he receive none other than your silence, you're too tired to respond his apology.
"Please, say something darling." He plead, begging you to say something.
"What should I say, pedro? Things are happen, and you're sorry." You say bitterly
"I know you are mad at me, but please... please say something. Say that you hate me, that I-I dissapont you, or I am such a bad husband, just whatever..."
"I have no energy to argue with you, pedro."
"I am not here to argue, I deserve all your hate because of what I did, so please sweetheart... please say something."
You get up from the seat, walking past him and ignore his words because you are so sick of him.
"I'm gonna sleep in guest room." You say walking past him
"Wha-what? Hey, don't do that" he grab your arm, you are now face to face with him.
"Darling, I apologize for what I did to you, for forgetting my promise to you and ignore all of your texts and calls." He hold both your arm with his hand.
"But I promise, I promise I will make it up to you, I promise I will never do that again, and I promise I will not dissapoint you." He say looking into your eyes.
You stare at him for quite long second.
"Don't make promises you can't keep." You let go of his grip on your arm, and leave him behind.
I reallyyyyy want to start writing lol but English is not my first language so I’m scared🥲 I have so many ideas too I just don’t know 🥲
i need help finding a fic!! 😭😭😭🙏🏻
it was about joel miller from tlou and him and the reader meet through tinder. it has at least three parts and i remember ellie stealing joel's phone to answer the reader and then they go on a date and she is a writer and it was so smutty I NEED TO FIND IT SO BAD PLEASE IT WAS SO PERFECT
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙐𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 ࿐ྂ
+ 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝙎 : joel miller, din djarin, oberyn martell, javier peña
english isn't my first language !!!
♡️ fluff ☆ angst ☽ smut
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Alright, now for the main question, my next x teen!reader will be with….
Tim Bradford
Pedro Pascal
Bucky Barnes
Sebastian Stan
Other (write it in the comments)