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Summary:Â When sickness catches you and you seemed to be doomed to take care of yourself, your hot older neighbor is going to make sure you get better. Â (Lots of fluff and comfort)
Warnings: age-gap (Age of reader isn't classified but is in mid 20s). Mention of neglect and ptsd but NOÂ details of traumatic events in itself. Sickness and hints to anxiety. Pet names like: baby girl, sweetheart, princess etc. Â I'm sorry if I missed anything else. Â
Words:Â 3.1K (I could've made this shorter, but I didn't)Â
A/N: Hi.... So, I'm back? Sort of? Anyhow, here's a soft fic after 2 (or 3?) years of hiatus. I'm not dead just anxious and traumatized but I'm trying to get back to writing again! Please take it easy because I've been out of training. Anyway, I want to try to write about Hugh Jackman as well! So get ready for that, but also give me a second hahaha. I hope Youa'll are doing good! Â
Sick babyÂ
It all started with a throbbing headache and the feeling of thorns in your throat. You groaned which made get an entire cough attack. You wiped the tears away from your eyes from coughing so violently. You felt exhausted and sick. It was in fact, that time of the year again for getting a cold. Â
You made your way downstairs to make some tea. You looked into the cabinets for some honey but groaned when you remembered you had to do some grocery shopping today. The thought of having to go out of your house made you want to cry. You felt emotional, horrible, weak and sick. You just wanted to curl up in bed and someone to take care of you but that wasn't happening anytime soon. Â
You heard the car door closing outside and it caught your attention, as it always would when he would arrive home. Your insanely hot, sweet and older neighbour, Joel Miller. You had a huge crush on him since you moved into your new home, and he helped you with your moving boxes as he saw you struggling. A couple of days later, when you got all settled, you made him some muffins as a toking of gratitude, and he invited you in to have a cup of tea. Â
It didn't take much to get a crush on your older neighbour. He was incredibly handsome, sweet and you had a thing for older men, and he just made you turn into a complete puddle every time. He seemed to notice that you got flustered and shy around him and he absolutely loved it, which he made it now a mission to get you shy and flustered around him. It made his chest feel all warm and fluffy, something he hadn't felt in years that it turned him in a grumpy old man. Except, you made him feel happy and fuzzy inside. He would never admit it, but it was true. He was so very intrigued by you. For him, you were a sunshine even though you were alone a lot of the time, he saw you as someone very special for your age. He caught you more times, watching old movies. Like 1925 and 1950 old movies. Or when you caught you walking to your front door with new records in your arms. The times he caught you outside on your own porch, completely indulged in your book that you were reading at the time, a cup of tea next to you, a blanket over your lap as the rain hit the roof. Â
He caught him staring at you so many times. Joel was a difficult and sometimes troubled man but when he looked at you, he found peace and serenity. The kind that he had been looking for his whole life, and now that it was in front of him, it scared him deeply. But no matter how hard he fought that feeling and wanted to keep a distance between the two of you, he found himself even closer to you. There was one thing he noticed, you were alone for most of the time, and it made him curious. Â
One night, when the two of you had a beer on his front porch, he asked you why and how you were able to move into a home already at your age, hoping by asking you that question, he would get to know why you were alone a lot. You told him that you would tell the part of why another time and went straight to the how. He figured it wasn't a nice story and it wasn't. Let's just say for now that you didn't have a relationship with your parents and that it truly was for your own good. You had to leave your parents' home for your own safety. Â
One evening, you stood in front of his door, soaking wet by the rain, and tears streaming down your cheeks. It left a hole in his chest seeing you like that and he felt instant rage, knowing that someone was the cause of how you felt. The moment he saw you, the features on his face showed deep concern as he pulled you into a tight hug as an impulse. When he opened the door and saw you like that, he had an overwhelming feeling to protect you. He pulled you inside carefully as he shushed you softly. His hand on the back of your head as he carefully tucked your head against his chest. He placed multiple kissed on the top of your head. Â
You told him about the altercation that you had with your father. That was the moment you told him everything. You babbled so much that you struggled to get through your own words. âC'me here sweetheart.â he told you, held your hand and let you to the kitchen. He lifted you up on the counter and set you down while he quickly made some tea. Your make-up was all over your face and he got a soft cloth, made it wet and gently wiped it over your face to get the remains of your make-up and tears away. The soft look that was on his face, made your lip wobble again and gave you new tears on your cheeks. Joel looked into your eyes and his eyes softened even more as his heart broke for you. âOh, baby girl...â The softness by a man and the feeling of safety and how secure and taken care of you felt, was new to you and it brought you to a completely new breakdown. Joel pulled you in a hug again and tucked your face into his neck. Even though you were on the counter, Joel was still taller than you. It was at that point that you've started to became emotionally attached to Joel. Â
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You looked out of the window and thought about asking Joel if he could go to the store for you, but you felt so fatigue that you couldn't master up the courage to ask him, knowing that you would be too shy right now. Yes, you've shared that intimate moment together but since that night, your crush turned into love. You were head over heels for your neighbour. Â
You sighed, which got you into another coughing attack. âFineâ You grumbled and heard that you had almost no voice left. You nose started to run and you knew that it would be better if you went to the store now before it got worse.Â
You quickly went upstairs and got your oversized hoodie and sweatpants, throwing them on, brushed your teeth, cleaned your face and quickly did your hair. You noticed that you looked horrible, and a wave of warmth came over you. âA fever? Already?â you sighed and quickly got your stuff to go to the store. Â
You got all the groceries you needed and headed home. You got so many extra things to make this cold disappear as soon as possible. Once you got home you tried to get your bags out of the car, but you felt a hot wave go over you again, started to get dizzy and felt so weak that you couldn't even lift the stupid bags out of the car. You were already out of breath, and you started to mutter curse words in yourself. Your vision started to get warry and black and you had to hold yourself to the carÂ
âWoa, take it easy baby girl.â Joel ran to your aid and held you, looking worryingly at your face. You held onto Joel now and slowly started to get your vision back but with a major headache... A migraine. âGod fucking dammit...â you muttered, and Joel looked a bit in surprise at you. He never heard you curse before. âYou okay there baby doll?â You held your palm to your head and groaned. âI'm sickâ you spoke up louder and he was finally able to hear your voice correctly. Without saying anything he held his hand to your forehead, feeling how warm you were. Â
âLet's put your things inside and get what you need but you're coming with me after. You're burning up.â he told you and got your stuff out of your car. You felt your heart skip a beat from nerves. âI ehm...â Joel ignored you and got your stuff. You wanted to get one bag out of his hands to help but he shot daggers at you for even thinking about getting a bag out of his hands.... ever. You quickly looked down as if you were in trouble and Joels look softened and got your hand in his. âYou're too good for this world princess.â he remarked and helped you towards your house. Â
You unlocked the door and Joel hinted for you to get in first. He made his way to your kitchen and unpacked your stuff, putting it away and keeping the things, he figured were for the cold, in the bag so he could take it with him to his house and nurse you back to health. You were shuffling on your feet and Joel looked up. It was pretty clear that you felt uncomfortable and not really knowing what to do. It wasn't Joel that made you feel uncomfortable but more because you weren't allowed to help and you felt like a burden. Â
âWhy don't you get the stuff that you want ready, and we can head back to mine in a minute.â he proposed softly. You nodded, giving in silently. You made your way upstairs and gathered some stuff, but you felt so exhausted and out of breath that you sat down for a moment. You felt so terrible that the tears started to gather in your eyes. Your head and mind were so preoccupied that you didn't hear Joel. He softly knocked at your door, scaring you a bit. You quickly wiped away your tears, even though he'd seen you cry before. Â
Joels gaze was so full of care and gentleness at that point that you couldn't stop crying right now. âWhat's wrong sweetheart?â he carefully kneeled before you, holding your hand and his other hand stroked your hair. âI don't want to burden you, Joel. Or take up too much space, change your schedule and stuff. Iâll be alright by myself.â you told him, but you couldn't even convince yourself of that right now. Joels hand that stroked your hair, went gently over your cheek and his thumb and finger held your chin and made you look at him. âPrincess, you will never be a burden to me, at all. I like your presence around me. Sick or not. You'll never take up too much space and you are allowed to be yourself around me. I want you to feel safe, secure, comfortable, loved and adored enough to be yourself around me. I know it's difficult for you, with what you've been through, but I promise you, I'll never let anyone hurt you again. Let me teach you what it's like to be cared about and loved. I want you to be with me so I can take care of you, and I promise you, you'll never be a burden to me. Let me take care of you right now baby girl. You deserve it. And secretly I know that you really want to right now.â he playfully told you and gently poked your side. Â
You couldn't help but smile a bit. âOkay...â was all could say right now, and it was more than enough for Joel as he got a big grin. âLet me help you pack up sweetheart. And if you need more stuff, I can always walk back.â he told you and kissed your forehead. He asked you where your pj's were and put it in your bag, with your toothbrush and all the necessities for now. Joel already chose to give you his hoodies for when you got cold. It was easier, so he didn't have to take much with him but the biggest reason was so he could see you in a hoodie and sweatpants that were his. He saw your book at your night cabinet and got it in the bag as well. âYou need anything else princess? If we forgot something, I could get it in a second, that's no problem.â He told you convincingly. âI think we're good.â Joel hummed in satisfaction and gently helped you stand up and helped you down the stairs. Â
He got your grocery bag, your keys and locked your door. When you got into his house, he placed the grocery bag on the floor for a second and helped you up the stairs towards his bedroom. You felt butterflies in your stomach seen you've never been upstairs before.Â
âDon't worry, I changed the sheets this morning.â he told you but honestly, you wouldn't have mind if he didn't. He placed you gently on his bed and you looked around for a bit. âWhy don't you take a shower to freshen up a bit and I'll get you some tea and fruit when you're done, hmh?â Â You nodded and he showed you the bathroom. âI'll get you some towels and your pjs.â he told you and you nodded, looking around for a bit and feeling out of place. Â
When Joel came back, he flashed you a comforting smile âYell if you need anything or when you need help sweetheart.â he told you and you smiled gratefully. âThank you, Joel.â you told him and he smiled, closing the door. Â
After your warm shower, you felt exhausted and wanted to sleep. You got into your pj's and crawled into Joels bed. You snuggled into the pillows and pulled the sheets up to your chin, getting comfortable. It still smelled like Joel, giving a comforting and safe feeling. Like you were finally able to relax and be taken care of for once. You closed your eyes and gave into the tired feeling.Â
You didn't know how much time had passed but you were awakened by Joel stroking your hair softly. âHi baby girl, I made you some tea and some fresh fruit. You can continue sleeping if you eat and drink something.â he told you softly and sweetly as he sat beside you on the bed. You nodded, getting up. Joel adjusted the pillows behind you and walked around the other side of the bed and sat next to you, handing the tray with the fruit, tea, water and painkillers. âThank you, Joel. I mean it. This means a lot to me.â Joel couldn't help but smile almost proudly. He gave you a kiss on your forehead. âThank YOU, for letting me take care of you, and trusting me. That means a lot to me as well.â Â
You started to feel a bit more comfortable and slowly finished the food he gave you. Joel handed you the tv remote with a wink and you searched something to watch on it. Joel got up to put the tray away but you were quick to take his arm. âPlease, stay with me.â Joel melted by your big puppy eyes and smiled âI'll be right back baby girl.â you were content with his reaction and let go of him. Â
Joel was as fast as lightning at that moment because he was back in a blink of an eye. He got next to you again and made himself comfortable before hinting to cuddle with him. Your heart was filled to the brink with love. Your head was on his chest and you grabbed onto his shirt before making yourself comfortable. Your eyes started to feel heavy while Joel softly massaged your head. His breathing and heartbeat calmed you down âIt's okay baby girl, you're safe here. Get some sleep.â He whispered and in response you snuggled even closer to him and gave into the much-needed sleep. Â
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When you woke up, Joel was gone and with that, it left a sort of emptiness in your heart for a second. The tv was still on with the sound softly echoing through the room. You heard some pans clink together downstairs and you felt at ease, knowing Joel was close by. You sniffled your nose and hid underneath the blankets again from the cold. You heard the rain violently hitting the roof as it covered the sound coming from the tv. Â
30 minutes later, Joel came upstairs and you peeked a bit from the covers, looking at him. He smiled warmly at you. âI made you some soup. I promise you, this will get you back on your feet.â he told you with a proud smile on his face as he gave you the tray with the soup. You saw that he had, once again, cut some fresh fruit for you, had a bottle of water and some lemon tea with honey. You smiled shyly âThank you Joel.â He sat down next to you. âI missed you when I woke up.â you told him honestly without really thinking. Joel smiled proudly again and his cheeks changed in a pink color. âWell, I'm glad you didâ the realization of what you had said, kicked in and you felt your cheeks heat up and immediately turned shy again. Joel noticed, and knew it wasn't the time to joke around right now. âBut don't worry, I won't go anywhere, princess.â He interlinked your fingers through his and placed a kiss on the back of your hand. You leaned more against Joel in response, not really knowing what to say, so you tried to show his through getting closer and luckily, Joel picked up immediately on them and let out a gravel chuckle. Â
âYou stay here as long as you need. Even when you're better. Or when you feel like shit, you can always come here. See it as your second home, doll. You're always welcome here, and.... I really like you here.â He looked at you and for the first time, you could see Joel a bit nervous as he confessed to you. âI really like it here too. But only because of you...â You shyly admit, hoping he would catch on what you said, which, of course he did. âSame here, princess.â he gave you lingering kiss on your forehead, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. âI'll make sure you're better soon, baby girl. But for now, what old classic movie do you want to watch?â he asked you with a smile, making you giggle. Â
You were down bad for this man but in the end, you were very glad and happy that it was this man. Â
ËËËâËËË nervous by @amazonabxtch pedro pascal x actress!wife!reader | reader as an adult (around her 40âs) and I wrote her as a latinamerican, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of unprotected sex, mentions of covid pandemic, a bunch of cuteness and fluff
-what was supposed to be a normal q&a, it turned into pedro teasing and making you blush
ËËËâËËË the happiest place on earth by @pascallllllll1 pedro pascal x reader | pregnancy, suggests smut but no actual smut, 2k
-reader and pedro pascal have a daughter named Esmeralda and they go to disney for the first time. they dress her up in a Grogu costume and go visit the mando and everybody go crazy to see pedro and his daughter.
ËËËâËËË flashing lights by @bbygirlpascal pedro pascal x fem!reader | 18+ nsfw (smut, unprotected, public sex, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink)
-you and pedro are at a red carpet event and he just cannot take his eyes off of you the whole night so he's gotta do something about it.
ËËËâËËË dizzy spells by @pascallllllll1 pedro pascal x reader | mentions use of IVâs/needles and unplanned pregnancy. age gap relationship (very legal), 1K+
-pedro being the caring and loving boyfriend he is forces reader to get looked at after experiencing dizziness and fainting.
ËËËâËËË crimson tide by @pascallllllll1 pedro pascal x reader | blood, period talk, swearing, mentions over the counter pain medication, brief daddy kink(common this is about Mr âIâm your daddyâ what do you expect?), unprotected sex
-reader gets her period and pedro helps;)
ËËËâËËË the best kisser by @fooled-around-and-fell pedro pascal x fem!reader | romance, fluff, flirting, sex jokes
-you were interviewed by vanity fair for their lie detector episode which went viral.. and pedro happened to watch it as well.
ËËËâËËË high by @writersblog20 pedro pascal x reader | smoking weed, drinking alcohol, age-gap, sexual tension, reader gets picked up, smut, p in v, no condom (please do use a condom), mention of panic and anxiety (just one sentence or so) oral female receiving, squirting, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names, pedro being called: papi, creampie, blowjob, soft sex, soft pedro, overstimulation, aftercare and fluff, 4k
-after a very shitty day, your neighbor, pedro helps you to relax in every way possible
Merry Christmas everyone! I'll be back soon but in the meantime, you can read some of my Christmas stories to get in the moodđČ
Take care everyone and I hold everyone of my followers dear to my heart𧥠I hope you have a great Christmas filled with love and for those going through a hard time right now, you're not alone and I'm sending you all my love𧥠one step at a timeđ§Ąđ§Ą
Will you ever write for miles kane again? (Genuine question btw)
Hiya Anonđ
To be honest, I'm not sure. I haven't wrote anything in a very long time (I'm going to try to write around Christmas break again) but I'm not sure about Mister Kane but probably will tho. I can't really awnser that since I donât really know.đ„șđ§Ą
I hope I can catch you up somewhere this week or next about why I haven't posten in a while. Some bad and hard things happened and some very cool and very exciting things in my carriĂšre! It's just very stressful and I'm trying to take care of myself.
It's just a little overwhelming (:
Anyway, don't take it personal if I haven't reacted to some comments, I have read all of them and it truly warms my heart and a big grin on my face! It truly touches me.
And don't worry! I'll come back! I'm just not so sure when. But I'll keep writingđ§Ąđ§Ą
Don't mind me going through your masterlist and internally screaming at how much time I'm going to spend reading everything and not doing any uni work.
If the background actors don't come in for work because they exist virtually then the background costume and background hair and make up and their catering and transport and all the other departments that look after them get cut too. These things have knock on effects...
Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness
Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?
THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT
I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible
Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together
I just started reading âThe Ibiza vibeâ and wanted to ask would you ever continue their story? Like how they continue to navigate the week and into a relationship?
Hiya anon,
That was my original plan đ but for now, probably not because I'm very busy (still) with school, exams, work besides I have a lot of WIPS that I want to finish first but maybe in the future I'll make a part 2. Thank you for reading my story and asking though! That means a lotđ§Ą
I hope you have a great day or night, depending what time you read thisđ§Ąđ§Ą
Summary: After a horrible day, you came home utterly frustrated and made the big mistake to take it out on Chris. Luckily Chris has an idea to put you back in your place since you needed to learn some manners.
Warnings: minors DNI SMUT, frustration sex, yelling, verbal fight, pushing against the wall (sexual), ripping clothes, rough sex, blowjob, deepthroat, controlled orgasms, daddy kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex ( be smarter than that), squirting, eating you out, P in V, fingering, bratty behavior, little bit of humiliation, Sub and Dom dynamic, pet names, Mocking, creampie and overstimulation, smacking on the ass, slight chocking, gagging and i think that that was allđ đ€Ł
Words: 3,5KÂ
A/N: This is with consent from the reader if it wasnât clear.
Donât act like a fucking brat
You were absolutely frustrated to the bone. Everyone was pissing you off today and it seemed to be no end in sight with it as well. Your colleague who has a very obvious crush on you, just wouldnât leave you alone and today was the day you actually had no chill anymore what so ever. You couldnât wait to go home.
Chris, your boyfriend was at home and already knew you were having a horrible day, through text messages. You never really had a fight together or that you would let the frustration out on the other but today would change that.
when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest
Summary: It wouldâve been an easy mission. You were supposed to take out a group that was planning a terrorist attack but things soon, turned horribly wrong.
Warnings: SEVERE PTSD, VERY TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE, mention of terrorism attack, being tortured for information, close to death, all the Symptoms that comes along with PTSD, quick mention of wanting to die but not by suicide, mention of team being murdered and tortured, multiple injuries etc etc, really, read with precaution and if youâre sensitive to these kind of things, I would advise you not to read this story. I have a masterlist with more uplifting and comforting storied but I wanted to try something new.
Words: 6K (oops)
IâM NOT JOKING, READ WITH PRECAUTION PLEASE!Â
A/N: This could be read as platonic or romantic relationship with Pedro. Also hi, Iâm sorry for being so inactive for too long, Iâve been so, so busy with school, my job, and doing the graphics on my own for a big festival so as you can imagine, I donât have the time to write but I WONâT stop! Iâll post so now and then. Hope you all understand, much love from your homegirl.â€ïž
The fight and the love
It wouldâve been an easy mission they said⊠This was your first mission as a team leader, and it wouldnât have been a big deal but that was nothing close to the truth. One thing you were sure about, there was a leak. But that wasnât your big concern right now. Getting out of this situation alive, was your biggest concern. You needed to get yourself and your team back home.
You were supposed to stop a terror attack, but it was a well planed trap, taking you and your team somewhere secluded to spread terror across the country. They send videos public of yourself and your team getting tortured, and it booked the news all over the news. Not that you knew all of that, but you did know that the torture sessions were getting recorded. They wanted to know something and since you were the leader of the team, they came regular back into the room you were placed in.
Your breathing was wheezy, suspectedly from a collapsed lung, you guessed. You looked at the stab wounds which were burned to stop the bleeding, so they could keep torturing you and try to get information from you. You told them lies. You knew they would kill you if you didnât give them something, yet they would kill you if you would tell the truth. They were doubting if you were lying or not so thatâs how youâre still alive, inside some sort of chamber.
You had no idea how long you were here. It felt like an eternity, but it mightâve been 2 days or 2 weeks. You had no access to sunlight, keeping you guessing if it was night or day. You stared at the cement wall in front of you and thought about Pedro and the tears fell across your face. You were sure that you were not getting out of here alive. You just wished you wouldâve told him how much he means to you, hug him, tell him you loved him. That was all you could think about in here, Pedro and how the hell you were getting yourself out of this. You were scared to death that he mightâve seen a torture video of you, that mightâve been worse than the torture because you knew it would affect him on a deeper level. You didnât want those images circling his mind. You wanted him to think about the happy memories.
That was how you didnât give up. There were many, many moments where you just wanted to die. Wanted them to kill you and be over with this. The moments where they were waterboarding and your lungs feeling on fire, thinking every second will be your last. Every hit, every shock, every stab wound, made you just want to die but then Pedro flashes through your mind. The moments of laughter, the hugs, silly dances, serious conversations, and most importantly, the love you felt in his presence. He was and will always be, the most important person in your entire live. Pedro was your family. And the moments you were the most scared in the torture sessions, all you could think of was Pedro, thinking that every minute was going to be your last and you didnât want to go with the feeling of being absolutely petrified. No, you wanted to think about someone you loved, Pedro.
You had no clue when your last âsessionâ was. To keep yourself sane, you talked to the wall, imagining it was Pedro. You told the wall everything you wanted to tell him. You had no idea if your team members were still alive, who werenât or if you were the only one. The thoughts about the government handling this came to mind as well. Were they planning on rescuing you, or not. You knew that they wouldnât negotiate with terrorist so that scared you. The thought of nobody coming to rescue you was horrible. You had to keep your mind from swirling down into a deep rabbit hole, so you refocused on the happy memories with Pedro. Like the days he brought you to Disney because he heard youâve never been there, taking you to the beach, or you taking him back to your birth country and show him the things from your childhood. You felt helpless yet determined. It was such a rollercoaster of emotions and thoughts. You were sure that this was a form of torture as well as the physical.
The door slammed open, and you saw the terrorist for the first time without something covering their face and at that moment, you were sure you were going to die. They walked over to you, dragging you up. You tried to fight back but your entire body was in too much pain. You had no idea how many bones they broke but you were sure there would be a couple. They kicked you and you screamed as loud as you could and kicked around but they got you. You promised yourself, not to go down without putting up a fight. They dragged your body into the torture room, and you saw blood everywhere. You were sure someone just died in here. There was no way that someone could lose this much blood and still be alive.
They placed you on a table and you knew the drill. Waterboarding. You felt your heartrate pick up, the thundering against your chest, your breathing shallow and fast. You tried to beg for mercy, crying your eyes out at this point and tried to fight them. Â A towel was placed over your face, and you felt water being poured over you, the air escaping you. You tried to remain as calm as possible at this point, trying to keep as much air in your lungs as you could. But as usual, they kept the towel on your face for a very long time. You started gasping for air and tried to wiggle around but they had put something sharp on your wrist, ankles, and neck, making every movement even more unbearable because of the pain. You felt yourself grow dizzy and slowly losing consciousness until you passed out.
~time skip~
You felt something sharp hit you, waking you up in an unbearable feeling of pain as you let out a blood curling scream. You tried to wiggle away but the sharp things, keeping you in place, which you could now see was barbed wire. You saw the blood seeping down and a big knife in your stomach and you were certain they had hit an organ, making you bleed intern. They took out the knife and they plunged it into your leg, making you scream again, and they repeated this for a while, screaming things in a different language. They held the knife up to your throat and made you look in the camera. And this was the moment you were sure that you were going to die in here. You saw the camera blink red. Tears streamed down your face and all you could think of was the world seeing you die. Pedro, seeing you die. You needed him to know that you loved him so that was what you said: âI love you Pedge.â The knife was tightly against your throat, and you felt hot liquid wall down from where the knife was and closed your eyes, expecting it to happen right now until there was an extremely loud sound coming from outside.
So loud that the whole building shook. The camera fell, just like the terrorists besides you. everything was covered in dust, making it hard to see. Your ears were buzzing, and people were screaming around you, giving out orders and from pain. There was still a knife in your leg, and you knew that this was your only chance to escape so you took the knife out of your leg and tried to cover your scream. You started slicing in the wires and luckily, you were loose. You saw that they left the door open, and you tried to stand up but fell from the pain and the loss of blood.
You saw people in uniforms coming in, a green laser from their guns. âFound her!â a man screamed and helped you up. Another soldier helping you as well, leading you out of the room and building. âWeâre going to get you out of here chief.â They said and it was an odd feeling of relieve, yet horror. People were screaming all around you, your vision blurry and you fell again. They picked you up and carried you outside. The sun was out, shining brightly on your face. It was hot and still dusty. You looked around you and saw a couple of buildings around you, probably base camp of some sorts. There was a lot of sand, and the sun was already burning you. They gave you water since you were very dehydrated. That was the moment it occurred to you that they didnât give you food. It might be strange not to think about it earlier but with all the pain and torture going around, that was the last thing on your mind.
They brought you to the rescue helicopter and immediately a doctor looked at your wounds. The way her nose scrunched up and her eyebrows knitted together, didnât give you the best feeling in the world, even though it was no surprise to you how badly you were injured. Yes, theyâve rescued you out of the building but there was still an immediate danger for your life. The moment the helicopter raised up, a feeling of safety washed over you. A colleague who went along on the mission, held your hand. You wanted to ask where everyone was, but you couldnât talk, you didnât know why. She was trying to get every wound stable, her hands grabbing stuff around her as you slipped in and out of consciousness.
âHey kiddo, come on, stay awake for me, okay?â your colleague begged you. âWeâre going to get you home, okay? But youâve got to stay awake for me.â you squeezed his hand and the doctor spoke up: âThis is bad. Itâs not looking good right now. Can we go faster?â she asked worried. You just tried to stay focused on your colleague until you felt everything grow very heavy, including your eyelids. You heard people begging around you to stay away and you tried to, but the feeling of your heavy eyelids won.
~
âPut her on the stretcher!â your colleague shouted. The helicopter was landed on the roof of the hospital, the other doctors already waiting for you. The doctor from the helicopter, staying by your side and keeping the bags of blood transfusion and painkillers, and the IV. Some soldiers put pressure on the wounds inflicted on you. They wheeled you in and Pedro was walking back and forth, biting his nails, hair ruffled, baggy eyes from lack of sleep and crying. His eyes went big as they wheeled you in the hospital and tried to get you as fast to surgery as possible. The doctor from the helicopter, telling the doctors her foundingâs. Pedro was by your side in a second and was shocked to see the state that you were in. The tears streamed down his face as he looked at your bloody, bruised body that was covered by wires, bags, and Ivâs. Your colleagues took Pedro away and informed him while the rolled you immediately into surgery.
~time skip~
Your head was pounding, ears still buzzing, and your body started to tense up from anxiety and adrenaline. You heard a familiar beeping sound, speeding up, and you tried to open your eyes. The pain rushed back to you and the room was too light. You whimpered from the pain and felt that somebody was holding your hand. âbaby girl?â you heard a very familiar voice, whisper. His voice cracked as he asked you. You tried to blink a few times, but everything looked blurry. You saw Pedro bow a bit down over you. You squeezed his hand in response, your voice still very painful and croaky. You heard someone walk in with heels. Everything in you was now on high alert. You knew you were safe and probably in a hospital yet, your body didnât know that and was still completely in survival modes. Â You kept blinking until the blur wasnât so obvious anymore.
You saw Pedro with tears pooling in his eyes and it broke your heart into a million pieces. This was the man that kept you going so long, that made you want to keep on fighting, keeping you alive, sane, and not so alone. You felt everything crumble down as you let the tears out. A loud sob escaped your throat, hurting you in the process as you tried to reach your arms around him but to no avail. Luckily, Pedro knew what you wanted and very carefully placed his arms around you, and hang a bit over your body, making it look like he was shielding you from every dangerous thing in the world. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and completely broke down as his comforting smell hit your nose, giving you the feeling of safety back.
âOh, baby girl.â He tried to calm you down, but he was way too emotional as well and cried. You just both held each other, and you tensed every muscle that you had around him, to feel him close even though it pained you. âThank you. Thank you so much.â That were the first words you told him. He didnât know why you thanked him at that time, but you were sure to tell him why later. More sobs escaped you and you felt something move the iv in your arm, making you panicked again. Your body jolted from panic as you tried to move Pedro away and look at what was happening. Even though your rational thoughts knew it was a doctor, you just didnât trust it. You saw a kind face looking at you and before you could do anything she spoke up: âDonât worry, Iâm just readjusting your iv and put some extra medication in against the pain and to keep you relaxed.â
You had a rollercoaster of emotions floating through you right now. From panic, to feeling safe, to feeling scared and in danger to emptiness again. Pedro saw the swirl of emotions in your eyes just like the doctor. Pedroâs heart broke even more, seeing you like this. âDo you remember what happened?â The doctor asked softly and now you finally took in your surroundings. You were in a hospital room, next to a window. It was dark out and you could see lights from the skyscrapers. The lights in the room dimmed but since they kept you in darkness for God knows how long, it obviously pained your eyes,
âHow long was I in there?â that was all you needed to know. The doctor looked down with a pained expression just like Pedro. âA week and a half. They found you through some details in the video that was shown public.â You frowned âPublic?â you felt your heartbeat go up and the doctor and Pedro looked at the monitor. âVideos of you, and your team being tortured and killed, got leaked to the publicâŠ..â and once again, it felt like your world was crashing down on you. âEveryone has seen it?â You asked and your voice cracked. Pedro sniffled and nodded as he looked down for a second before making eye contact. You saw it. you could see it in his eyes, clear as day, that he had seen the things and you felt your heart break once again.  âIâm so sorry, baby girl.â You werenât sure why he was apologizing but nodded, tears escaping.
âHow long have I been here?â you decided to ask and change the subject. â2 days or so. We were expecting for you to be asleep for a week, given your injuries.â She told you honest. âWhat are my injuries exactly?â you looked at her, kind of afraid of her answer. It became dead silent in the room as she handed you the file. You frowned a bit and opened your file. You saw a whole goddamn list of injuries. Broken ribs, 24 stab wounds, collapsed lung, internal bleeding from your abdomen, jaw broken on multiple places, broken eye socket, multiple stiches needed for the cuttings, broken wrist, broken ankle, water found in lungs, badly bruised neck, and the list just went on and on.
You felt tears pooling in your eyes and handed the doctor her files back, not wanting to read more for now. âThere will be a psychologist seeing you tomorrow. To adjust ehh.. your mental healthâŠâ you nodded and felt a brick on your heart. You just wanted to forget about it all and never talk about it again, but you knew. You knew damn well. You already had PTSD but nowâŠ. yeah, you knew the drill, didnât make it any easier though.
âThank you.â you tried to steady your voice but failed. She nodded âCan I do something else for you? How is the pain now and do you maybe want to eat or drink something?â she asked you and you didnât know. Everything was just so intense right now that even answering the easiest questions was too hard. âDo you want some water sweetheart?â Pedro crouched down on eyesight, figuring out what kind of mental state you were in and tried to make it easier for you. Pedroâs voice was so soft and kind that it brought you to tears again. You nodded about drinking some water. âIâll give you something stronger for the pain.â She decided for herself, and you were glad she did.
You couldnât look away from Pedro. It felt unreal to see him again. For, apparently, a week and a half you were so sure that you were going to die and never see him again. But you were here and so was he. The doctor walked away, and Pedro found it hard to make eye contact with you. To see the pain in your eyes was too much for him to handle. You brushed your bruise knuckles over the back of his hand. âPlease look at me.â You begged him as your voice broke. He slowly looked up, tears in his eyes as well. âPlease stay with me. Iâm scared.â You told him through tears as you confessed and that was what broke him the most, hearing you, the person he knew that wasnât afraid of anything, tell him that you were scared. Tears fell onto his cheeks.
He intertwined your fingers, and you cupped his cheek to softly wipe the tears of his cheek. âCan you please hold me?â you sniffled, having enough of being strong right now. You just wanted to be held so badly. He nodded âOf course, mi Chica.â He sniffled and kissed your forehead as he stood up, letting his lips linger on your forehead. Your hands carefully held his wrist that ever so carefully cupped your cheek. Pedro sniffled again and let his forehead rest against yours. âI was so afraid to lose you.â Pedro confessed as his tears escaped his eyes again. âI was afraid that I was never going to see you again, tell you how much I love you, hold you.â he kept confessing and somehow you felt relieved yet pained that he felt the same thing as you did. âIâm not going anywhere. Iâm here now.â you sniffled through your own tears. He nodded and took a deep breath to control himself.
You tried to scoop over so Pedro could lay down next to you, but the pain was too much. âLie still sweetheart, I donât want you to be in more pain as it is.â You whimpered slightly. You didnât care about the pain, you wanted Pedro to cuddle you, and the determination was visible on your eyes as he chuckled softly, but it also told him in how much of desperation you were for him right now.
The doctor walked back in and softly knocked, exposing her presence as not to scare you. You and Pedro looked at her and as if she figured out what you wanted, she smiled kindly at you. âWe could put an extra bed besides you, if youâd likeâŠâ she told the two of you with a smile. You nodded and tried to give her a genuine smile back but failed. She gave you a bottle of water with a straw in and put the things besides you to your other side. Pedro helped her with the bed and placed it tightly against yours. Pedro took his shoes off and climbed in next to you as the doctor put some stronger medication into your iv. âThere you go, you should be able to sleep a bit now. Get some rest, you and your body need it right now. And if there is anything, anything at all, just press this button and Iâm here within seconds.â You could cry at how kind she was right now. It probably was because of the week and a half full of torture and hate that it felt unnatural that someone was kind. It just felt off.
You whispered a small thank you and looked at her with tears in your eyes. She gave you an apologetic smile back and nodded, walking out of the room. You looked at Pedro who held a close eye on you, as suspected. He carefully placed his arm underneath your head so you could rest on it. âIâll hold you on one condition.â It felt like he was strict right now âIf it pains you, you tell me, okay? and we figure another way out, alright baby girl?â He asked you and looked deeply into your eyes so the message would be clear. You nodded and let him hold you. He laid down on his side, his other arm around you and you let your head rest against his shoulder. âThank you.â you whispered out. You felt the meds kicking in like a brick. It got you relaxed and sleepy and it worked like a charm. Your eyes heavy again and you fell asleep in no time just not for long. Night terrors are a common symptom of PTSD and even though you were safe, it wasnât over.
âbaby girl wake up! Sweetheart! please wake upâŠ..â Pedro tried to wake you up from a bad night terror. The doctor and nurses ran into the room. âMissâŠ. Miss, youâre dreaming wake up.â but nothing worked so they decided to doze up your medication until you shot up straight in bed, completely out of breath, still in a panic. You were in the hospital, but the flashbacks got you back into the chamber and in everyone around you, you saw those terrorists. You screamed on the top of your lungs and tried to fight them off. Pedro was shocked in horror at how bad this was.  I mean, of course he knew it was bad, he saw the videos. But the moment you didnât recognize Pedro, he knew you needed help. Tears floating in his eyes again when a nurse ran out of the room. Even though, you are very badly injured, your need to survival was stronger, making you inhumanly strong from the adrenaline right now.
Pedro walked up to you while the nurses tried to hold you down, so you wouldnât tear up the stitches. Pedro was determined to bring you back and cupped your cheeks. Your eyes were extremely big, pupils blown as he looked desperately in your eyes. âBaby girl, itâs me, Pedro. Remember? Your safe, I wonât let anything bad happen to you, look at me Chiquita. Come on, I know youâre in there. please, I need you.â his voice begging you more with each word. You slowly stopped struggling and Pedro could see it in your eyes that you were back. Your heartrate slowly going down, while you tried to catch your breath and looked around you in shock of what you just did. Tears forming in your eyes. âOh my god, Iâm so sorry⊠I ehâŠ..â you were shocked in horror at how bad it was, I mean, itâs to be suspected but still, how could you forget your Pedge? They all took a deep breath that you were back. Pedro softly petted over your hair in order to calm you down more and letting you know that he is there. âIâm sorryâŠâ you looked teary eyed at the nurses and doctors.
âItâs okay, donât worry. Itâs not a little thing you went through. IT completely understandable. But thank you for apologizing even though you donât have to.â You felt tears running over your cheeks as the realization hit you that you were going to have to deal with a lot of things. You just started crying, feeling so extremely defeated that for a moment, you whished they just wouldâve killed you and that thought made you even cry more because on the other hand you were happy to be alive and with Pedro, but it was all so much and confusing with all these emotions running through your body.
You tried to collect your head when a nurse spoke up: âWould you like to maybe watch a movie or something light? It might help you fall asleep a bit more peaceful and distract you.â The other nurses exchanged looks as if it was a good idea and to be honest, you would like that. You tried to give her a smile and nodded âThat might be a good idea. I would like that.â She smiled and nodded.
She gave you the tv remote and told you that Netflix was available. The nurses still gave you the medication to calm you down if you would have another flashback. Pedro noticed your need for distraction right now and he gave you all the room and time to share your story with him, whenever you are ready. He was just relieved that he had you back in his arms again.
Pedro was glued to your side, and you didnât mind it one bit, you needed him to be as close as possible. You both watched the Golden Girls. Pedro told you about the show once and you decided to watch a couple of episodes with him and you loved it. Â Even though you tried to focus on the tv but you kept going back to that moment which you thought would be your last. âI thought I would never see you again.â You whispered as your head was resting on his chest in a way that didnât hurt you. You felt Pedro shift and you knew he was looking at you, so you looked up.
You felt your eyes filled up with tears again for the millionth time that day. âI thought I was going to die there and all I could think about was you.â Pedro felt his heart break and tears escaped his eyes but didnât say something. He just let you speak, knowing you werenât finished telling him. âAll I could think of that week and a half was you. You kept me going when I wanted to die. They put me in a chamber for so long in complete darkness and I would talk to the wall, pretending I was talking to you. It kept me somehow sane.â Pedro listened intently to every word you told him. He was absolutely gob smacked to what you confessed and how much he meant to you.
âWhen they wouldâŠ. When they did those things to me⊠I wanted nothing more than to die right on the spot, hoping they would have mercy and take me out of my misery but⊠when those thoughts came, so did you, it was like you pushed those thoughts away and when they wouldâŠ. torture me⊠all I thought was about happy memories of us. Of us in Disneyland, dancing in the livingroom, sneaking into a theater to see the reaction of people who watched you on the big screen. Every happy memory I could think of, was with you. You kept me going, kept me fighting to survive.â
Pedro couldnât help but cry from the moving words you confessed to him. âI thought⊠I was never going to see you again. I wanted to tell you so many things, hug you and see you for the last time. I was so sure of it to never see you again, and so convinced I was going to die there and already accepting my faith, that⊠that it feels weird to see you again. Like it all isnât real and Iâm just imagining it, like Iâm going crazy, and Iâve finally lost it in there that Iâm imagining all of this. I donât know whatâs real or not anymoreâŠ.â Pedro was silently letting his tears fall until you confessed that you werenât sure if this was real. That part brought determination to him.
âMi corazonâŠ. This is real, Iâm real. You are safe but I understand that you donât feel that way⊠that it messes with your head. But I know you trust me, and let me tell you, this is real. He carefully took your hand in his and placed it on his chest where his heart is. âYou feel that? Thatâs real. All of this is real. Iâm lost for words to your story⊠it⊠I âŠ. I love you too. Iâm so sorry that this happened, really, I canât express it enough. And I love you too, I really do. When youâre fully recovered, we are going to make so many more happy memories. So much more that it wonât leave room for the badâ he told you and his digit softly tapping against your head. âWeâll get through this, together. I wonât leave your side and when you can get out of here, please stay at my house for a while. Iâll take care of you, love you through the good and the bad and wonât ever leave you. Come here sweetheart, your safe now.â he told you and let you cry it out while he comforted you through it.
âI would like that, to stay a while with you after this.â you talked through the sniffles.
~time skip~
Itâs been over 3 months and you moved in with Pedro for a while. You had trauma therapy at least 3 times in the week and the aftermath of the event was unbelievable heavy. Panic attacks, night terrors, flashbacks, dissociation. Your triggers were enormous. Like the shower already triggered you from the waterboarding. Not to forget that your body was still recovering. It was tough but Pedro kept true to his word, not that you thought differently but still. He had soooo much patience and helped you through every flashback, every night terror, every panic attack, he was there, and you could count on him.
Youâve been given a while from work to readjust. But you still had court sittings. You had to testify against some of the terrorists that were still alive and in captivity. They had all the recordings, inclusive the last video, just before you got rescued. They havenât shown that tape to the public but now would be the first time and obviously, Pedro was there to support you. They played the tape, and you couldnât look. You couldnât look at the screen, couldnât look at the people in court, couldnât look at Pedro because you knew, what you though were, your last words.
Every now and then your curiosity got the best of you and stole a glance from Pedro who stared in disbelieve at the screen, tears going over his cheek as he shook his head. The moment you looked in the camera, you looked up at the screen. God you looked bad, like really bad in that video that you are shocked yourself that you even made it out alive. That was how bad you looked like.
You looked down again and heard through the speakers in the court room: âI love you Pedge.â Pedroâs eyes went wide and immediately landed on you, the pool of tears visible in his eyes as he tried to give you a loving smile. Which you tried to return but in both of your expressions, there was too much pain. The people in the room went silent and the judge as well, everyone was taken aback by the horrors that played out on the screen.
~time skip~
Pedro opened the door of his car for you and helped you in. both of you were still lost for words after the video being played. Not only that, but you also saw how the people of your team die. It was a very hard day. The terrorist wonât be seeing the daylight ever in their life and you couldnât care less about it right now. so many emotions going through you. âWhy donât we pick up some ice cream for at home?â Pedro softly asked you, both of you still not mentioned about what you said in the video. âYeah, sure.â You told him and there was a thick silence again that you both felt.  You looked over at Pedro who had tears in his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the way. You knew that this hit him very hard. You placed your hand gently on his and he looked over at you, trying to push his tears away. âI told you, I was thinking about you all the time. I just⊠I thought I was going to die and⊠and I didnât want to go out without saying that I loved you. I needed you to know that.â Pedro parked on the side of the road and sniffled. He got out of the car without saying anything and it almost had sent you into a complete panic attack. He opened your door and you looked at him, afraid of what was to come.
He wrapped his arms tightly around you as he sat on his knees on the ground and held you tightly while some sobs escaped his own throat. His face was against your stomach, and you went with your fingers through his hair and held him tightly with your other arm. When he calmed down after a while, he sniffled. âIâm sorry. Itâs different to really see it on video. I wanted to attack that guy so bad because of what eh has done to you. it made me furious and to hear you say, what you thought were your last moments. I just⊠it hit me that⊠that you wanted your last wordsâŠ.â He couldnât finish it, but you knew what he meant. To direct your last words to him.
You cupped his cheeks and gave him for the first time in a very, very long time a genuine smile. He started laughing through his tears and put his arms around you in a big hug. âI love you too and there wonât be a day gone by without me saying that to you. I love you to the moon and back.â he kissed your head multiple times. âLike you said, weâll get through this together.â Pedro smiled and held you tightly. âSo how about that ice cream, and cuddles when we get home? We could watch a movie if youâd like?â he told you enthusiastic which made you smile, genuinely again. It hyped Pedro even more up to finally see that beautiful smile after 3 months. âThat sounds very nice Pedge. Iâd like that.â You told him and he drove off with a smile as he held your hand.
Hello to each and every one of the 927 people who followed me when I started and those who are fairly new to the blog,
I have two things to tell you at this moment and though it is hard for me as a writer to tell this to you, I sadly have to.
First is that I'll end my Pedro Pascal x actress!reader series. As much as I loved making it and sharing it with you guys, I cannot ignore the fact that there are anons and sometimes direct messages from other blogs that curse me out and send hate just because of what I'm writing. I've literally said this before, if you don't like my work don't read it, it is for those who enjoy it only. Like why waste your time sending hate when you can just scroll past the content I've been posting. so as someone who writes during their free time with the intent to lighten myself up, I am instead met with constant hate in my asks and messages whenever I post a fic hence me being active only on posting days.
So to the people who've supported me since the beginning as well as my blog grew slowly thank you for being there and I appreciate every single one of your comments and asks that I wasn't able to answer. And to the lot of you, I'm sorry for having to discontinue the series all so suddenly.
Second of all, I am considering deactivating in a month, because every time I open the account or check the notifications, it's always the same person or a couple of anons bombarding me, which ruins my day.
Lastly, I would like to thank you once again for encouraging, liking, and following through on the series until my latest one. Your sweet messages will forever be appreciated and remembered cause I'll be saving a couple of them for motivation. and who knows maybe I'll come back, with a whole different blog or identity... who knows?
THANK YOU, EVERYONE!! HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY AHEAD OF YOU AND KEEP SUPPORTING PEDROO WOOO!!!!
No but why would you take time out of your life to send anything negative or hateful things to someone. Who is just out here trying to create.
Let people enjoy things
If it's not for you scroll on there is no need whatsoever to go into someones asks and messages to be rude like that.
Didn't mean to go on such a rant, but there is never any reason to go and be hateful to someone, for creating some work that you personally don't like.
Seriously, if you donât like it, than keep minding your business. A lot of people donât find enjoyement in there own hobby's anymore because of this. Being kind is free and with spreiding hate, you're waisting your own goddamn time. Let people be and please be kind!
Summary: When you need some distance from your hometown, Pedro booked a luxurious villa for you in Mexico. It was almost perfect except that Pedro wasnât there since he was away for filming⊠or is he?
Warnings: FLUFF! Teeth rotting, cotton candy fluff! Mention of smoking weed, mention of having a rough time, Spanish sentences that might be incorrect (English translation behind) so Iâm sorry if itâs wrong! Most is just fluff.
You had a couple of very rough months and every time you got back up but that didnât mean that it was exhausting. Pedro was away filming and knew what you were going through. You both facetimed each other every day and every time you cried or were upset, Pedro wanted to come home to you and take care of you, even though you reassured him that youâd be okay.
It wasnât new of you for you to push people away and take care of yourself. You finally learned how to love yourself and take care of your inner child. You mightâve lost so much in the last month but found yourself on that journey. You were used to doing things alone and found it hard to accept people in and let them take care of you. But like I said, you were learning that bit by bit.
You were currently in Mexico. Pedro was renting a house there where you could stay for a while and focus on yourself and your healing, leaving everything behind for a while and it was the best decision ever. You felt so extremely relaxed, not forget the fact that youâve always wanted to go to Mexico. The house was GORGEOUS to say the least. It was some sort of villa and the moment you stepped into the villa, you felt at peace. It was very luxurious, the backyard was huge, with a pool, gorgeous view over the city,Â
You had thanked Pedro multiple times and he was happy he could help you with something. He wanted to give you the entire world so he did his best to spoil you, escpecially after everything that happened. You deserved to rest and heal in a very luxurious and comforting villa. He didnât tell you that he rented it just for you, but he would tell you eventually.
This was your 3th night here and you already felt more and more peacefull and relaxed. Throughout the day you would stroll around a market, buying fresh fruit, vegetables and whatever else you needed. After that, you would meditate, after that you would journal with a self-help book called healing through words of Rupi Kaur for at least 2 hours. Than you would do whatever you felt like but mostly, read.
It was evening right now and you decided to get into the huge bathtub. You even looked down over the city in the bathroom as a view. You lit some candles, lit some insence and relaxed while reading your favorite book. You had smoked a joint before you got into the baththub so you were completely fuzzy and relaxed.
Pedro even bought all of your favorite bath oi, foam, salt, body butter, body lotion, body mist with a huge bouquet of roses etc and delivered it to the renting. It came in today and you after you got it, you immediately called Pedro to thank him but he didnât pick up the phone so youâde figure that he was busy shooting his new movie so instead you send him a sweet text with a selfie of you smiling with the bouquet of roses in your hand before you got into the bathtub.
You had some music playing in the background, the smell of insence comforting you as you let yourself relax completely. It was hard for you to give into relaxation completely. Thatâs because youâve never felt really safe but even though you knew that you were safe in your head, your body was so used to be on edge all the time that you had to remind yourself that you are indeed very safe. And it worked. Slowly but surely, you started to rewire your brain.
After a while you put your book away. You took a deep breath from relaxation and softly touched your legs. You hummed to yourself and decided to shave it. Not because you thought it was prettier, you just very much liked the feeling how your legs felt after you shaved. You put some shower foam on your legs and slowly shaved your first leg. You were so in your own space that you didnât hear someone open the door. âMi amorâŠ.â You heard a familiar voice say. You got startled, not expecting someone here. You looked at the familiar voice, only to be met with the softest brown eyes in the entire world. âPedroâŠ?â you asked surprised, but happy, to see him standing in your bathroom.
He slowly walked towards you, seeing how relaxed you were, your eyes heavy. âOh, mi hermosa, cuanto te he extrañado (oh my beautiful, how much Iâve missed you)â he whispered as he crouched down besides the bathtub and gently placed a string of hair behind your ear. He cupped your cheek, making you lean into his touch. You placed your hand over his and your other hand cupping his cheek, meeting his eyes that held so much love in them that it made your heart flutter. âPedroâŠâŠ Iâve missed you so much.â You told him and couldnât contain the urge to hug him. You moved in the bath and placed your arms around his shoulders and nuzzled your face in his neck. Your wet, naked body against his clothes and the comforting sound of him chuckling made you feel like you were home again. His arms around your waist, holding you close and tightly against his body as he kissed your head multiple times. You got your face from the crook of his neck and kissed him passionately. His hands cupping your cheek again and got out of the kiss so he could look at you. His smile bright and reaching his eyes, giving a twinkle in them.
âTook some days off. I want to take care of you. Please, let me take care of you now.â He asked you lovingly while he played with your hair and cupped your cheek again. That was the last step for you, to give someone permission to completely take care of you. He knew you found that difficult, but you knew you were ready. You smiled at him âIâd like thatâ you still felt fuzzy and relaxed from the weed you smoked before. Pedro had the most loving smile on his faze that it made all the butterflies come back in a matter of a second.
âYou know I donât mind if you shave or not, right?â He asked you before doing anything at all. You smiled and nodded. âI know, I just like the feelingâ you chuckled softly. Pedro smiled with adoration, reaching his eyes. âThen itâs alright, mi CorazĂłnâ.
You sat back down in the bathtub and Pedro gently placed your feet on the edge of the tub so he could continue shaving your leg where you left off. His big hands gently on your skin as he shaved your leg in concentration. When he was done with one leg, he placed a kiss on your knee as he made eye contact with you. He got the scrub supplies and gently scrubbed your leg, being careful so he wouldnât hurt you. Your heart filled with love just by seeing how careful he was with you and how much love he put in the things he did for you, just like this.
When he was done with your first leg, he got to the other, repeating the things he did with your other leg. When he was done, he placed a kiss on your forehead and cupped your cheeks again, looking lovingly into your eyes which held nothing else but adoration and love, radiating it through them. âLetâs get you out and dried up, princesa.â Pedro stood up and held up a towel for you, giving you a hand so you could get out safe. Once you were out, he wrapped the soft towel around your body. His hands still on your waist when he pulled you closer for a loving hug. His arms around you while he tucked your head underneath his chin, not caring that his clothes got a bit wet from you. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, and you let the side of your head rest against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
âTe amo, mi amor.â He whispered in your ear. âI love you too Pedgeâ he smiled softly and kissed your head, his lips lingering. He got your underwear and helped you in them, your hands resting on his shoulders as he crouched down to put it on. He got the body butter and looked at you for permission. You nodded and he rubbed his hands together so his hands wouldnât be so cold. He placed some on his hands and put it gently on your upper body. His hands gentle, making sure that he didnât miss a spot. After he was done, he placed a top on your body. And continued with your legs. He got on one knee and placed your leg on his knee, so he had better access for your legs. His hands were soft and gentle on your skin.
He got your kimono and helped you in it with your arms. It was still a very nice temperature outside, so you didnât need more clothes. You put your arms around Pedro again and he did the same, giving you a kiss on the top of your head. Pedro held your hand and let you to the kitchen. âVe a sentarte afuera cariño (Go sit outside, dear.)â He told you softly and you nodded, softly letting go of his hand with a loving smile that held Pedro in a trance. You walked outside, his eyes following you with a smile upon his lips.
You sat down in a big chair, your knees up to your chest. You put some slow R&B on through the speakers and lit your new joint. You let your head fall back as you exhaled the smoke. âNo puedo creer lo hermosa que eres, mi amor (I canât believe how beautiful you are my love.)â You heard Pedro say as he walked towards you with, what looked like two mojitos. Pedro sat next to you, placing the mojitos on the table, which was lit by candles and fairy lights. When Pedro was comfortable, you got out of your own chair and sat down on his lap, making Pedro smile. His arms already wrapped around you as you got comfortable on his lap. He couldnât hide his loving smile for you. You handed him the joint and he took it from you, taking a big puff as he kept eye contact. You smiled at him and kissed him, making him cup your cheek softly.
âHow was work?â you asked him after a while when you saw him finally relaxed. He hummed a bit and started talking about his day while you listened intently to his story. You went with your nails softly through his hair and he leaned more into you as he let out a sigh. âBut itâs all better now. porque estoy aquĂ contigo, el amor de mi vida (because I'm here with you, the love of my life)â You smiled and felt a bit flustered. âOye, mĂrame cariño (Hey, look at me, baby)â he whispered, his finger underneath your chin as you looked up. He gave you a couple of sensual and loving kisses before he kissed your forehead.
He handed you your mojito and you got your book, that you were reading, from the table in front of you. Pedro drew circles on your back while you tried to find the page you left it on. When you finally found it, you let your head rest against his chest and started reading it. Pedro let his chin rest on the top of your head and started reading with you, unknown to you until you wanted to turn the page. âWait, Iâm not that fast yet.â He chuckled nervously, making you look up. You smiled that he was reading the book with you. His eyebrows knotted together as he tried to read the words, but he forgot his glasses inside. âWant me to read to you?â You asked him genuine with a smile. âIâd love that. You know I love your voice.â You smiled and gave him a quick peck on his lips before you started reading to him.
An hour got by when you put your book away and looked at Pedro, tiredly. âIâm tired, Pâ you told him softly and he smiled adoringly at you as he stroked your hair. âvamos a la cama, mi chica (Lets go to bed, my girl)â he told you as he kissed the side of your head and helped you stand up before he stood up.
Once again, you walked hand in hand inside of the house. âYou go freshen up, princess. Iâm going to put out the lights. Iâll be right back.â he told you and carefully let go of your hand.
You were doing your skincare as last when you were almost finished with the rest, Pedro walked in, smiling at you while you applied the moisturizer to your face. He strutted towards you and put his arms around your waist, letting his chin rest on your shoulder. His body pressed against yours. Pedro almost had heart eyes while he looked at you, doing your skincare routine. He knew you were almost finished as he memorized every product in your routine. When you applied the last thing, he turned you around with his hands on your waist. You looked up at him with a loving smile and giggled softly at the way he carefully stroked your cheek. âMi amorâŠ.â You felt butterflies in your stomach and looked down shyly. âGet comfortable in the bed, Iâll be right there.â he told you, making you nod. You wanted to walk to the bedroom, but Pedro pulled you back. âI think you forgot somethingâŠ.â He told you, getting you confused a bit. âDame un beso mi Chica Bonita (give me a kiss, my pretty girl.)â you giggled when he told you what you forgot and stood on your tippy toes to give him a kiss. He cupped your cheeks with both of his hands and deepened the kiss as he sighed from relaxation in the kiss. When he pulled away, he looked at you with a smile. âNow you can go.â He told you with a smile as he reluctantly let go of you. You chuckled and quickly kissed his cheek before you left the bathroom and into the bedroom.
You put on a soft warm light and crawled into bed, pushing away the mosquito net. You hadnât closed the curtains yet, keeping the view over the ocean and a couple of lights from homes further away and of course, the garden where you just sat. You got your book and started reading where you left off. Pedro walked in the bedroom in only his boxers and smiled when he saw you all comfortable in the big bed.
You laid down on your back, picking your book up. Pedro let his head rest on your chest, your arm around him while you went with your fingers through his soft locks. Pedro softly hummed from satisfaction of your fingers over his scalp. You noticed that he was reading along with you, so you slowed down your pace with the reading until he was done too. He softly nodded and hummed, letting you know that you could flip the page.
Your eyes started to feel heavier, and you almost dropped the book, but Pedro was fast enough to catch it and put it away. it startled you for a sec, knowing you almost drifted off. âVamos a dormir, mi dulce niña. (Letâs get some sleep, my sweet girl)â he whispered, and you were too tired to respond so you hummed, already eyes closed as you turned on your side. You waited for Pedro to turn of the lights and to get comfortable before you could cuddle him.
Pedro didnât even need to say anything, he already pulled you towards him to cuddle. Pedro laid down on his side, facing you, while he pulled you against your chest, his arms around you, your head resting against his chest while he tucked your head underneath his chin. âduerme bien cariño, te amo (sleep well sweetheart, I love you)â his voice soft and you were almost drifting off. âI love you tooâ you murmured, already half asleep, making Pedro smile and close his own eyes as well, inhaling deeply from relaxation, knowing you were in his arms again.
~time skip~
You woke up from the sunlight shining into your eyes. You groaned softly and turned around, wanting to wrap your arm around Pedro, but you were greeted by an empty side of the bed. You frowned and finally opened your eyes. You saw a note against the headboard of the bed with: âGood morning sweetheart, Iâm getting some groceries, I wonât take long.â You read and let your head fall back on the pillow, glad that it wasnât a dream that Pedro was here.
The door went softly open, revealing Pedro with a tray with breakfast on it. You didnât expect Pedro to be back already but here he was. âBuenos dĂas mi amor, ÂżcĂłmo dormiste? (Good morning my love, how did you sleep?)â His smile radiant and his eyes shining, making you immediately happier. âBuena, te tenĂa a mi lado (Good, I had you next to me.)â You told him back in Spanish and Pedro loved it when you spoke Spanish back to him.
His smile even more radiant. âAnd you? Did you sleep well?â You asked him as you sat up in bed. âGood. I had you next to me again.â He repeated you with the biggest grin and leaned down to give you a kiss and sat down next to you. âMade you breakfast.â He told you and placed the tray with food on your lap. He made some eggs, avocado with toast, coffee, and some fresh fruit. You smiled âThank you Pedge.â He smiled and kissed your forehead. âYouâre welcome baby girl.â He told you and stood up, walked to the other side of the bed, and laid down on his side, facing you. âSo⊠what should we do today?â he asked, âI mean, obviously we donât have to do anything if you want to stay here, thatâs fine with me too.â You smiled and looked outside at the beautiful weather. âWe could go to the beach?â You suggested and Pedro smiled. âI would love that!â he told you with a smile.
You asked Pedro more about work now that he had completely settled in and not having a bad jetlag. He chatted about the fun things and less fun things that had happened making you listen intently. You loved hearing Pedro talk about things, especially if he was very passionate about the things he talked about. You ate your breakfast in the meanwhile and couldnât help but beam because of how happy you were that you had your Pedro back by your side. You were silently enjoying this morning and Pedro saw it, making him happy as well.
This was going to be a great day! After the beach, maybe go to the market to get fresh products to make dinner with, get a drink at your favorite beach club and just spent time with each other, because God knows you both really needed it. You were completely happy and content, not needing anything else when Pedro was around you. He was all you needed.
