Pedro Pascal Blurb - Tumblr Posts

I want a mundane, domestic life with pedro. I want to go grocery shopping with him, spring clean our home together, work individually but together on opposite ends of the couch, plant flowers in the garden with him. I want the dull, forgettable moments to go with the vibrant, incredible ones

"Pedro, there's absolutely no snacks in this cabinet." You whine as you realize that means you have to go to the store. You close the doors and walk over to him, leaning over the back of the couch and wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing behind his ear. "Do you want to come shopping with me?"

"You know I love going places with you." He turns his head and places his hand on the back of your head, kissing you a few times and you end up hopping over the back of the couch without breaking the kiss and straddling him.

"I think we should get some backyard stuff too," you broke the kiss and pulled off his shirt. "Y'know, chairs, hammock.." Your sentence trailed off as he pushed up your shirt and kissed your stomach.

"Tell me more, princesa."

-

"I just don't think that fits the vibe I'm going for." You tap your chin as you look at Pedro testing out a patio chair. "Well, I could just get different cushions. This one is cute, just not the cushion color."

You hold your elbows as you walk down the aisle, Pedro following with the cart. "I thought we needed groceries? We've been in the not grocery aisles for an hour." You snap your head at Pedro and narrow your eyes.

"This is my happiness. If you don't like it, marry someone else." Pedro laughs and smacks your butt softly as he walks by, looking at the different string lights.

"Oh these are cute, honey." Pedro held out some lights and you gasp with a smile. "Perfect?"

"Yes, absolutely. Now you don't have to marry someone else." You wink with a smile and he chuckles, following you to the cereal. "Is there anything specifically you want or you just want to browse and see what you want?"

Pedro shrugged. "I don't care, Princesa. I just like watching you shop." His pupils grow a bit and you blush, kissing him quickly. You start to look up and down the aisles, holding things up to Pedro and getting his approval or just throwing things in the cart.

Almost 3 hours later, you two were finally heading home. Your body slumped in the passenger seat as Pedro drove home playing the playlist you made for him, the both of you singing along.

You two brought the groceries inside and set them on the counters and floor, Pedro closing the garage door and bringing in your water bottle and purse. "Thank you honey." You kiss him a couple times and start to take the groceries out.

"Did you need some help?"

"No, I should be good. Why don't you go lie down for a nap and I'll join you when I'm done?" Pedro nods with a grin and leans over the counter, kissing your nose and heading to the bedroom.

You finish in 15 minutes, quickly heading to the bedroom where Pedro sat with the light on and on his iPad. "I was waiting for you before falling asleep. Didn't wanna nap without you being the last thing I see."

You take off your shoes and slide off your jeans, leaving you in your t-shirt and underwear as you snuggle in bed with Pedro who wraps his arms around you, kissing your head.

"I love you, Pedro. Thanks for coming with me today, even if you were just following me."

"I'll follow you anywhere, beautiful."

-

Pedro laid on his chair in the sun, the speaker playing the playlist and you came out with the two pots of flowers you bought. "I can't believe you bought more plants." He laughs and you gasp.

"Did you declare it make fun of my wife day or something? What is with you?" You laugh and smack his butt, walking over to your small garden.

Pedro got off his chair and knelt next to you, holding out a trowel. "I absolutely love your flowers and I would love to help if you let me." He kisses you and you smile against his lips, pulling away to look at him.

"Just say you hate me." You smile and he laughs, pushing your shoulder.

"I could never, princesa. Nothing could ever make me hate a soul as beautiful as yours." His hands held your face and rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs, lifting your chin and kissing along your jawbone.

"Alright you big sap, let's get these flowers planted." You place a hand on his chest but he continues kissing, pressing his thumb against your throat. "Pedro.. the neighbors."

"I don't care about the neighbors." He shrugged and kissed you roughly, your hand dropping the trowel and grabbing his hair. Suddenly, your first dance song started to play and Pedro backed his head up a bit with a smile. He stood up, holding out his hand. "May I have this dance, my wife?"

"You may, my husband." You grab his hand and he twirls you before grabbing your waist with one hand, your hand resting in his with your arms bent by your side with the other one on his shoulder. "It'll be 3 years in a month." You lay your head on his chest with his cheek resting on top of your hair as you two sway.

"And 8 years in 3 months." Pedro hummed, wrapping his hand around yours and bringing it to his chest, kissing your fingers. "I'm so grateful for you, my angel."

"I'm so grateful for you, Pedrito." You kiss the back of his hand, looking up and Pedro leaned down to kiss you. "I want to renew our vows in 10 years."

"How about 20?" You grin and wrap your arms around his neck, Pedro lifting your feet off the ground and spinning you while you both laugh.

"Pedro! I can't be dizzy planting my flowers!"

pedro pulling you away from a party for no reason other than: “I just need to be with you. nothing sexual. nothing rushed. I just need you to hold me”

You held your drink in the air as you danced with your friends, swaying your hips to the song. You couldn't remember whose party you were at, but it was huge, full of celebrities and fun as hell. Dating a celebrity really had its perks sometimes.

Pedro stood against the wall with a couple friends and kept his lips in a thin line as he listened to them talk, then kept his eyes on you. The music started to pound in his ears and his shirt was getting itchy. His drink was starting to sweat and he hated the way his hands felt.

He set his drink down, excusing himself softly and stepped onto the floor and you smile, dancing over to him. "Hi, Princesa. Come with me?"

Your smile lowers a bit and you nod, taking his hand and following him. Pedro walks a bit before finding a room away from the party which was a bathroom. "Is everything okay?" He closed and locked the door, putting you up on the counter and spreading your legs, standing in between them with his hands resting on your thighs.

Pedro's arms wrap around your waist loosely with his cheek on your bare chest, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I just need to be with you, I need you to touch me. Not like.. that.. I was getting overwhelmed and just need your touch."

You smile and rub your hands over his back, humming softly. "Do you just want to leave? I'm ready to leave when you're ready." You hands hold his face, thumbs rubbing under his eyes and you kiss him softly.

"Yeah but, in a minute." His arms tighten around your hips and carries you to the tub, laying down in the tub with you on top.

“Pedro.. I can lay next to you.”

“No no, I need you fully on top of me. All your weight, please.” You giggle and lay your head on his shoulder, running your fingers through his hair as you two breathe together. It had been 10 minutes before Pedro broke the beautiful silence with the music, cheers and laugher in the other room coming under the door. “Are you ready to go?”

“Ready to go, Pedro.” You kissed him a few times before sitting up, Pedro stepping out and holding out his hand to help you out. You held his hand as you left the bathroom, doing an Irish goodbye and heading to the car. You two melt in the seats, Pedro’s head falling onto your shoulder. “I think I want a bath in my own tub when we get home.”

Pedro picks his head up and looks at you with a smile. “With some snacks and wine?” You nod and Pedro claps, kissing you a couple of times. “Thank you for coming tonight, it looked like you had fun.”

“I had so much fun! Florence and Emily are literally the best.” Pedro listened to you contently as he traced every line in the palm of your hand.

Public Relations - Pedro Pascal

in which your friend convinces you to be his fake girlfriend as a promotion for his projects.

-

"Won't people be mad because there's such an age gap? I mean, don't get me wrong I love older men, but a lot of people won't see it as good." You look at Pedro who shrugs, taking a sip of his beer.

"More people talking about it, that's what we want."

"So I'm a prostitute, basically. Without the sex." You cross your arms and Pedro laughs. "This is serious! So you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend so your movies get talked about more."

"Yes, basically. If you're not okay doing it, that's okay. You don't have to give me an answer now." He leans forward and touches your knee. You run your tongue over your teeth and look at him.

"What do I get out of this?"

"Well, you'll be paid. You'll also come with me on carpets and to events." You take a big breath and let it go. You hold out your hand and Pedro takes it, you two shaking hands. "It'll be okay. We're friends, we it's not like we're strangers. Plus we'll break up after my movies come out."

"Do we have to kiss?" You ask and Pedro swallows.

"Yes, we do. We've done that before though, nothing new." He smiles and knocks his fist into your jaw playfully. "Come on, let's go talk some more."

You stomach twists as you look in the mirror, an off-white dress hugging your body as you get ready for some award show you were too nervous to remember.

Pedro enters the room and you turn to him, his hands holding your waist. "Take some breaths, it's okay. Breathe." You take some deep breaths with him, looking him in his eyes.

"Okay, I'm ready." You take his hand and he leads the way down the stairs to the car. You and Pedro had gone public a few weeks prior to this, being spotted out to dinner and sharing a kiss through the windows.

Now this was you two going public and you feel like making a run for it. You two exit the hotel and head into the car, Pedro opened your door for you. You thank him quietly as you settle in your seat, putting on your seatbelt as he gets in the car.

"You ready, pretty girl?" You nod and the driver heads on the road. You had 15 minutes to get yourself ready, and it wasn't enough time. Pedro gets out of the car and you hear screams as he opens your door.

You take his hand and look at him, taking a deep breath. "I don't think they like me."

"They'll love you, come on." You held onto his bicep as you walk onto the carpet, cameras immediately flashing. Your arm drops and Pedro's hand holds the bottom of your back, pulling him into your body as your right hand rests on his sternum.

He looks down at you and kisses you, screams and camera clicks erupting. You smile and pull away, backing up from Pedro so he could get solo shots. He looks at you frequently, trying to pull you back to him.

It was time to move onto interviews and you link your fingers with his, Pedro leading the way to a woman with a microphone who asks the most nosey questions someone could ask. You two walk away and you let Pedro continue them himself.

You wait a few minutes and he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck and you giggle. "You did so well, I'm proud of you princesa." You blush and kiss his jaw, squeezing his abdomen.

"Can we please go find a bar or something? I can't be sober to get through this." You sigh and Pedro laughs.

-

You and Pedro have now been 'together' for half a year, and you wanted to jump off a building once your feelings for him started to come up. You dream of him being your actual boyfriend, wishing this wasn't fake. You wanted everything with him.

You hear a knock on your front door as you lay in your bed. Your phone vibrates, Pedro's name popping up on your phone. Again. Again. It starts to vibrate over and over, he's calling as he knocks.

You huff and get up, wrapping yourself in your robe and opening your front door. "Hello Pedro, can I help you?"

"Yes, you can! We have an interview to be at in 3 hours!" You sigh and close the door as he enters your apartment. "Why are you not answering your phone?"

"Pedro, I don't want to do this anymore. The fakeness, I don't want that anymore." He looks at you with those soft brown eyes and your mouth went dry. "I.. I want you to actually be my boyfriend."

"Yn.."

"I'm sorry, Pedro, but it was so hard not to! I told myself I wasn't going to but you're so sweet and charming and I just fell for you." You sat on your couch and sit back with your arms crossed.

Pedro blinks a few times before walking over and sitting next to you. "I've thought about if you would have a problem actually dating me, with the age gap and all."

Your eyes widen and you sit up, hands on his. "No, not at all. Pedro, stop paying me to be your girlfriend."

"Absolutely, you're fired." You laugh and sit on his lap. "Yn, will you be my girlfriend?" You smile, nodding and kissing him while gripping his hair.

After your makeout, you threw on a sweatshirt and sweatpants with a pair of slippers, grabbing your purse and heading out the door. "So they're giving me an outfit there?"

"Yes mi amor, they'll do your hair and makeup as well. I'm excited for this one." He shook your hand that he held as he opens your door for you, getting in his seat and driving you two to GQ.

You get your hair, makeup, and wardrobe done and you've never felt more beautiful. You head onto the set and sit in the seat across from Pedro, everyone behind the camera setting up and hair and makeup touching things up on your both.

"Alright, all set!" The producer hands you two each a set of cards and counts down behind the camera.

"Hi! I'm Pedro Pascal."

"And I'm Yn Yln, and welcome to the Couples Quiz."

"I hope these questions aren't too risque, I don't know how much I'm willing to share." Pedro looks at his cards and you laugh, clearing your throat. "I'll go first, you ask me princesa."

"When slash how did we meet?" You look up at him and he smiles.

"We met a few years ago at a party, I was dating one of her friends at the time. Few months later we broke up but me and Yn stayed in touch. Then we.. uh.." He clears his throat and you roll your lips between your teeth. "Our relationship in the beginning was actually a PR stunt, but we actually fell for one another so now we're a real couple now."

"Oh I didn't think we were telling people that!" You cover your face with the cards and laugh, Pedro chuckling.

"Well if I'm actually dating you now I don't want people calling it fake anymore. It's not, it's very real." His eyes sparkle as he looks at you, your face going red.

"Okay, okay, let's move on! Whew, that's how we're going to start? Great, can't wait for more questions." You huff and earn a few laughs, Pedro winking at you before reading his question.

I love this man so much 😭😭 Beautifully written! <33

Love your writing! Could we please do a cute pregnant reader x Pedro going to and at the SAG awards in honour of our boy winning! 🤍🙏🏼

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader

a/n: this is how i found out he won btw. I'm so happy for him i cant even, I just love that fucking guy gosh ahhhh (as always this request skipped the line bc it wouldnt make sense in a month)

Gif credits: @tessas-thompson

"thank you" you told him as he emerged from underneath your bump after having slipped your shoes on for you.

Turns out that when you're 7 months and a half pregnant, the most basic tasks like putting on shoes become a two person job.

He only smiled, kissing your belly and then your lips before standing up, offering you a hand to do the same.

"Heels would have looked much better with this dress" you pouted, studying yourself in the mirror, 

You hated ballerinas, but again, you weren't really in the condition to wear anything else.

"You look stunning sugar" he promised, kissing the crown of your head

You couldn't help but snort.

As much as he told you so over and over, together with everyone else in your life... you still struggled to see it, especially now in this uncomfortable dress.

"I look like a stuffed turkey" you sighed "and my boobs are so much bigger than when I first tried this dress, now they look a move away from spilling out"

His eyes twinkled with kindness, with love as he placed his hands on your waist and turned you towards him, away from your reflection.

"You're beautiful sweetheart" he promised, one hand now stroking your cheek as your own hands went to his waist "You're sexy and gorgeous and so fucking hot that if Coco wasn't still here I would demonstrate just how much right here right now" he growled, not giving you time to answer before he kissed you, soft at first, and then once you whimpered, it was like a switch turned and he was fiery and passionate and his left hand trailed to your ass and-

"Pedro!" you scolded him quietly, eyeing Coco on the other side of the room.

"she's seen worse"

She had.

Nonetheless, he took a step back, returning his hand to your waist.

"Thank you" you murmured, looking up into his hazel eyes "and by they way, you look very beautiful too"

You could have sworn you saw red staining his cheeks 

"thank you baby"

You adjusted his shirt, as you got lost in your own mind.

There he was, you beautiful, talented, Emmy, golden globe and SAG award nominated husband, looking every bit as perfect as ever.

And just like that, tears pooled in your eyes

"what's wrong?" he asked, worried

"I just-" you sniffled, trying to fight the tears as your lips trembled "I-I'm so proud of you"

"aw sweetheart" he cooed, half laughing as he wrapped you into his arms.

He'd gotten used to it now, taking care of your over-emotional self was part of his daily routine.

"Y-you just" you cried "you worked so hard a-" another quiet sob "and n- now you're finally getting the recognition you deserve I-"

"I know baby, I know" he cooed, softly kissing the top of your head "thank you" he smiled, his fingers drawing soothing circles on your back "It means a lot to me too,"

"I love you" you murmured, finally raising your head to look at him

"I love you too honey" he kissed you, laughing softly as he pulled back to see tears still running down your cheeks "You're gonna cry the whole night, aren't you?"

"I made the makeup artist use only waterproof products" was your way of saying yes, yes I'm going to, and yes I've already planned ahead

He chuckled, kissing your forehead as his hands trailed to your bump, soft kicks hitting his palms.

"She's excited" he murmured

"She's proud of her daddy too" 

__ __ __

Pedro Pascal.

Pedro Pascal.

Pedro P-

Your husband. they had called your husband.

It was probably comical from the outside, seeing the shock on both your faces as you stared blankly at each other, the way your mouth gaped open, while he slapped a hand onto his, it was like- it was like time had stopped, and the word went completely quiet, until- until-

"oh my god" you breathed, throwing your arms around him and hugging him so tight it probably hurt

He didn't dare speak a word as you leaned away, landing a kiss on his mouth as you gripped his face 

"go" you laughed, grinning like an idiot as tears glimmered into your eyes "go" you urged again, this time, having him comply.

You watched every step, every move, until he was right in front of the microphone, his award in his hands.

"This is umh" he mumbled "This is wrong for a number of reasons-" 

he was in shock, his voice trembling, his eyes watery, but he kept going

"b-but thank you hbo, Bella Ramsey, Craig Mazin, Neil Drukman, Frannie, and -" A shaky sigh fled his mouth, as he chuckled to himself "jeez louise I'm making a fool of myself and my wife is gonna make so much fun of me for it and-"

All the sudden his eyes were on you, 

"my wife" he smiled, his smile brighter than the sun "I wanna thank my beautiful, amazing, intelligent, and perfect wife" he said "I love you y/n, I love you and our daughter more than anything in this world and if I'm here today- If I'm here today is mostly because of you" 

You were shaking from how hard you were crying, from how happy, ecstatic, and euphoric you were for him.

"You've made me the happiest man on this earth, you've made me a dad, you- you're my everything sweetheart" he beamed "so thank you"

He stopped a moment, as if realizing only now this had all really happened

"And now I'm gonna stop talking 'cause I need to get down there to kiss you and try to make you stop crying" he laughed, ending his speech

"thank you, everybody, really, thank you"

__ __ __ 

He did exactly as he said,

he held you tight as he kissed you like the world was gonna end tomorrow, like if he didn't he was gonna die

And when he leaned away- when he leaned away time stopped once again, but as he pressed his forehead to yours, as you lost yourself in each other's eyes, you remembered

"You said it was wrong" you said, both your hands holding his face "but it's not" you shook your head, watching his eyes water "you deserve this baby, you do"

"sweetheart-"

"no" you shut him off, your voice hoarse from the sobs, but it didn't matter, you wanted him to know, you needed him to know "No I need you to understand that you do baby" You smiled "that you worked your ass off and that you deserve every single inch of this award" you took a deep breath, steadying your voice as you looked at him, so many unspoken words traveling between you

"ok?" you asked, finally

"ok" he beamed, kissing you again "God I love you so much"

Love your writing! Could we please do a cute pregnant reader x Pedro going to and at the SAG awards in honour of our boy winning! 🤍🙏🏼

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader

a/n: this is how i found out he won btw. I'm so happy for him i cant even, I just love that fucking guy gosh ahhhh (as always this request skipped the line bc it wouldnt make sense in a month)

Gif credits: @tessas-thompson

"thank you" you told him as he emerged from underneath your bump after having slipped your shoes on for you.

Turns out that when you're 7 months and a half pregnant, the most basic tasks like putting on shoes become a two person job.

He only smiled, kissing your belly and then your lips before standing up, offering you a hand to do the same.

"Heels would have looked much better with this dress" you pouted, studying yourself in the mirror, 

You hated ballerinas, but again, you weren't really in the condition to wear anything else.

"You look stunning sugar" he promised, kissing the crown of your head

You couldn't help but snort.

As much as he told you so over and over, together with everyone else in your life... you still struggled to see it, especially now in this uncomfortable dress.

"I look like a stuffed turkey" you sighed "and my boobs are so much bigger than when I first tried this dress, now they look a move away from spilling out"

His eyes twinkled with kindness, with love as he placed his hands on your waist and turned you towards him, away from your reflection.

"You're beautiful sweetheart" he promised, one hand now stroking your cheek as your own hands went to his waist "You're sexy and gorgeous and so fucking hot that if Coco wasn't still here I would demonstrate just how much right here right now" he growled, not giving you time to answer before he kissed you, soft at first, and then once you whimpered, it was like a switch turned and he was fiery and passionate and his left hand trailed to your ass and-

"Pedro!" you scolded him quietly, eyeing Coco on the other side of the room.

"she's seen worse"

She had.

Nonetheless, he took a step back, returning his hand to your waist.

"Thank you" you murmured, looking up into his hazel eyes "and by they way, you look very beautiful too"

You could have sworn you saw red staining his cheeks 

"thank you baby"

You adjusted his shirt, as you got lost in your own mind.

There he was, you beautiful, talented, Emmy, golden globe and SAG award nominated husband, looking every bit as perfect as ever.

And just like that, tears pooled in your eyes

"what's wrong?" he asked, worried

"I just-" you sniffled, trying to fight the tears as your lips trembled "I-I'm so proud of you"

"aw sweetheart" he cooed, half laughing as he wrapped you into his arms.

He'd gotten used to it now, taking care of your over-emotional self was part of his daily routine.

"Y-you just" you cried "you worked so hard a-" another quiet sob "and n- now you're finally getting the recognition you deserve I-"

"I know baby, I know" he cooed, softly kissing the top of your head "thank you" he smiled, his fingers drawing soothing circles on your back "It means a lot to me too,"

"I love you" you murmured, finally raising your head to look at him

"I love you too honey" he kissed you, laughing softly as he pulled back to see tears still running down your cheeks "You're gonna cry the whole night, aren't you?"

"I made the makeup artist use only waterproof products" was your way of saying yes, yes I'm going to, and yes I've already planned ahead

He chuckled, kissing your forehead as his hands trailed to your bump, soft kicks hitting his palms.

"She's excited" he murmured

"She's proud of her daddy too" 

__ __ __

Pedro Pascal.

Pedro Pascal.

Pedro P-

Your husband. they had called your husband.

It was probably comical from the outside, seeing the shock on both your faces as you stared blankly at each other, the way your mouth gaped open, while he slapped a hand onto his, it was like- it was like time had stopped, and the word went completely quiet, until- until-

"oh my god" you breathed, throwing your arms around him and hugging him so tight it probably hurt

He didn't dare speak a word as you leaned away, landing a kiss on his mouth as you gripped his face 

"go" you laughed, grinning like an idiot as tears glimmered into your eyes "go" you urged again, this time, having him comply.

You watched every step, every move, until he was right in front of the microphone, his award in his hands.

"This is umh" he mumbled "This is wrong for a number of reasons-" 

he was in shock, his voice trembling, his eyes watery, but he kept going

"b-but thank you hbo, Bella Ramsey, Craig Mazin, Neil Drukman, Frannie, and -" A shaky sigh fled his mouth, as he chuckled to himself "jeez louise I'm making a fool of myself and my wife is gonna make so much fun of me for it and-"

All the sudden his eyes were on you, 

"my wife" he smiled, his smile brighter than the sun "I wanna thank my beautiful, amazing, intelligent, and perfect wife" he said "I love you y/n, I love you and our daughter more than anything in this world and if I'm here today- If I'm here today is mostly because of you" 

You were shaking from how hard you were crying, from how happy, ecstatic, and euphoric you were for him.

"You've made me the happiest man on this earth, you've made me a dad, you- you're my everything sweetheart" he beamed "so thank you"

He stopped a moment, as if realizing only now this had all really happened

"And now I'm gonna stop talking 'cause I need to get down there to kiss you and try to make you stop crying" he laughed, ending his speech

"thank you, everybody, really, thank you"

__ __ __ 

He did exactly as he said,

he held you tight as he kissed you like the world was gonna end tomorrow, like if he didn't he was gonna die

And when he leaned away- when he leaned away time stopped once again, but as he pressed his forehead to yours, as you lost yourself in each other's eyes, you remembered

"You said it was wrong" you said, both your hands holding his face "but it's not" you shook your head, watching his eyes water "you deserve this baby, you do"

"sweetheart-"

"no" you shut him off, your voice hoarse from the sobs, but it didn't matter, you wanted him to know, you needed him to know "No I need you to understand that you do baby" You smiled "that you worked your ass off and that you deserve every single inch of this award" you took a deep breath, steadying your voice as you looked at him, so many unspoken words traveling between you

"ok?" you asked, finally

"ok" he beamed, kissing you again "God I love you so much"