Lookit Old Man Joel With His Glasses 🥹

Can we talk about Triple Frontier era beach-bod Pedro for a second?

Look at him. Those broad shoulders. Look at that belly. I love it.

This man is perfect no matter what shape he's in.

Pedro's bloopers from Freaky Tales. He's such an adorable goofball 😂

Scar + puppy eyes = I need help 😫

Look at him!!!

He's so beautiful

Proudest big brother ever

“that’s my sister! that’s my younger sister! isn’t she gorgeous?”

I'm bored so please feel free to send stuff to my ask box ty in advance

Reblog if you want one of these in your ask box:

•A compliment

•A story

•Why you follow me

•A cute message

•One thing you want to tell me

•One thing you want to know about me

Help

Yeah. I ain’t ever getting over him.

Please tell me the safety's on 😳

I was never that interested in necks before but then Pedro happened.

Part Two

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/Female OC

Rating: G

Warnings: No smut. Just fluff.

Lila found herself lingering at Dieter’s house more often these days. After that long night of comfort, their dynamic shifted subtly. Each morning, they shared coffee on the balcony, the city awakening beneath them, laughter replacing the silence that had once defined their interactions.

As the weeks passed, their conversations deepened. Dieter opened up about his dreams beyond the silver screen - his love for painting, his desire to travel, and his childhood memories. Lila listened, her heart swelling with admiration. He was more than just a star; he was a man with layers and complexities.

One afternoon, as they prepared for a charity event, Dieter turned to her, his expression serious.

“Lila, I’ve been thinking… you’ve been so supportive. I don’t think I would have made it through this without you.”

She smiled, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.

“I’m just doing my job.”

He stepped closer, his eyes searching hers.

“No, it’s more than that. You’re… important to me.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Dieter, I…”

Before she could finish, he reached out, gently taking her hand.

"I know we have our roles, but I can’t help but feel a connection between us.”

Heat crept up her cheeks.

“I feel it too.”

His gaze softened, and the air between them shifted.

“What if we explore this? Just a little? See where it goes?”

A rush of excitement and apprehension coursed through her.

“I’d like that.”

They took it slow, their relationship blossoming in the quiet moments - a shared lunch where their knees brushed, a late-night movie that ended with them curled together on the couch, his arm draped over her shoulders. With each passing day, the boundaries of their professional lives blurred, replaced by stolen glances and soft touches.

One evening, Dieter surprised her with a spontaneous trip to a nearby art gallery. The space was quiet, the paintings vibrant against the stark walls. They wandered hand in hand, sharing thoughts on each piece, laughter echoing through the halls.

At the end of the tour, they stood in front of a breathtaking landscape.

“This reminds me of the view from your place,” Lila said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dieter turned to her, his expression softening.

“I can see why you love it. It’s beautiful - like you.”

Her heart raced at his words, and she felt a spark of something deeper.

“Dieter…”

He stepped closer, their faces inches apart.

“I’m falling for you, Lila.”

Trembling with emotion, she replied, “I’m falling for you too.”

In that moment, the world around them faded. Dieter leaned in, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was tentative at first, then deepened, filled with all the unsaid feelings that had been building between them. It felt like home.

As they pulled away, breathless, he smiled.

“So, what now?”

Lila grinned, a newfound confidence surging within her.

“Now we navigate this together - whatever it is.”