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[joelmillerpascal]

Last Photo And Last Song

NO CHEATING: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

Line from the song would be the plot for the movie: A thin line between insanity and true love. 🖤

Tagged by @jazzy96scorpio

Lay All You Love On Me

Pairing: singer/actors Pedro x female reader (AU)

Summary: You and Pedro are asked to do a specific scene for a movie you are in. Days before your characters are married...

Light, soft warnings: age gap (35/ 49), praise kink, daddy kink, soft pedro, flirting, soft fluff, use of names (sweetheart, mi amor).

Idk anything about how movies are shot (this is my first tag challenge, but I'm gonna try my best).

wc: 968

(This is from the movie Mamma Mia. It's one of my favourites, especially the beach scene to this song). I hope you enjoy this and let me know in the comments below

*Director*

"Okay we are probably 20 minutes of daylight left, we need this scene filmed" he says. He faces you "So you will come up from around the rocks shouting for Pedro and so on" he shows where to come up from

"Pedro, when you hear her shout you, that's when you come up. You both will say your pieces, and then we will cut before we begin Pedro part with the sound of music. Sound good?" he says. You both nod

"Places people"

"ACTION! "

"Pedro!" You shout, stepping from around the rocks

"Where have you been?" Pedro says, walking towards you. "People have been arriving all afternoon, no one's seen you," he says as he stops in front of you

You stop in front of Pedro soft gasps. "I know. I'm sorry, I was around the island I just -" you let a breath go, "I just lost track of time," you pause for a moment, look down at his hands carrying a pair of boots and a some bag. "Where are you going?" You ask him

"It's my bach boys," Pedro says. He begins to take steps backwards while saying, "My last night of freedom",

you let out a soft laugh as he continues

"Which is how some people might see it" he comes walking back to you with a cigar, "but for me"

Pedro comes close to you, both hands on either side of your face, "the last night before the greatest adventure of my life" you laugh

"You know how I said I wanted to find my father -" You say before Pedro cuts you off

The beginning of the sound track starts, "So we've been through this a million times, you don’t need a father, you have a family," Pedro says, sounding annoyed.

"And you'll never leave me, right?" You say locking eyes

Pedro leans forward to say "are you kidding, you have turned my world upside" he ends walking backwards as the director cuts for his musical scene

"CUT!"

The director gets him on a medium-sized rock to begin his first verse. You begin your stare of love as you watch him sing

🎶Pedro's🎶 beginning

*he brings the cigar to his lips*

I wasn't jealous before we met

Now every man that I see is a potential threat

*he throws punching fists*

*jumps off the rock*

And I'm possessive, it isn't nice

*he looks at you and then tilts his head to the side*

You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice

*he raises his cigar towards you*

*you run around him*

"Hey!"

*he stares deeply while walking slowly towards you. Continue his next verse*

But now it isn't true

Now everything is new

*he slowly walks around you as you follow his stride*

And all I've learned

Has overturned

*you lean in as you bring your left hand to stroke his chest. Faces inch's away nearly kiss*

I beg of you

🎶Y/N🎶middle verse

*you push him back as you sing your verse*

Don't go wasting your emotion

*you are walking towards him, backing him against the medium-sized rocks*

Lay all your love on me

*you lean in almost kissing him again*

*And then you turn the other way, backing yourself again the rocks, to continue your next verse*

It was like shooting a sitting duck

*Pedro pretends to shoot you with an arrow. You pretend to be hit as you lean your head back, your body arched*

A little small talk, a smile, and baby, I was stuck

*You slowly slide your body down the rock. Pedro drops down to his knees in the sand*

*you begin to crawl to Pedro as he stands up straight on while on his knees*

I still don't know what you've done with me

A grown-up woman should never fall so easily

*you lean into him as he's leans back a little bit*

I feel a kind of fear

*he strides his fingers down your loose lock of hair*

When I don't have you near

Unsatisfied

*you continue to lean him backwards, emotion in your verse*

I skip my pride

I beg you dear

*Pedro brings his hands to your chest, passing through to flick your hair outwards*

🎶Pedro🎶 ending verse

*he slowly leans you down*

Don't go wasting your emotion

*his body hovers over you*

*you were feeling all love and desperation as you bring your hands above your head*

Lay all your love on me

*he starts to kiss you, hoping for a deep kiss when he is lifted away from you*

*you continue to watch from the rocks as Pedro and the bach boys, jump along the pier singing their verse's*

*they all fall in the water*

As the sun was close to setting, the director told Pedro to do one last scene riding around on the jet ski finishing off into the night.

You and Pedro relax at your little beach house after filming scenes at the beach.

When you first heard Pedro singing his verse's, it made you fall for him so much more, deeper and deeper. You still couldn't believe he could sing like that. You loved it so much.

"You did an amazing job today, babe. I loved the way you sing" you said, stroking his jaw while your head rests on his chest

"Thank you, sweetheart. I loved the way you sang too, " Pedro says, stroking your hair

You lean up to lock eyes with him. You both lean in to kiss, Pedro deepens the kiss like he wanted to earlier that day

"I love you so much, y/n. More then my life mi amor, " he says, breaking the kiss

"I love you too papi" you both fell sleep after the exhaustion from that day

[dilf-docs]

Okay, so I saw a similar fanfic of Pedro as a Boxer on wattpad, but there isn't more of it. I'd love to see what you could do with Pedro as a boxer, but his stage nane is The Viper. Pedro is your dads best friend, but your dad asks you to accompany Pedro in the gym to repair for his big match in his hometown of Chile. You're both another hour early. What could the Viper do within an hour... P.s. My god, I'm sorry if that doesn't make sense, I just really want another fic of Pedro as a boxer 🤭💜😁💜💕🫠🔥🤗

HI sorry for the late almost a month later reply BUT ITS OUT NOW

also sorry i modified the request a bit. instead of an hour, you have a whole ass night lol

[mushgloomz]

( For The PPCU Smut Writing Challenge )

I would love to participate in this challenge. Sounds fun. Im cool with any character that is chosen

absolutely!! great to have you join in <33

p-boy on his way to you -

the absolute light of my LIFE javi gutierrez <333333

and for trope, the wheel has given you daddy kink

basically the wheels have given you my absolute dream come true omg

[lazysoulwriter]

mr. & mrs. pascal ── .✦

requested! thank you. content: fluff, implied spice, celebrity couple, romantic chaos, social media explosion, humor, public thirsting, extremely cute married vibes.

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The romcom was already a cultural reset.

But the photoshoot? That’s what broke the damn internet.

You and Pedro, golden couple of the year, had been everywhere lately — talk shows, red carpets, interviews. The chemistry on screen was enough to melt steel beams, but the real fun? That lived in the moments behind the camera. And the photoshoot to promote the movie? Yeah. That was the cherry on top of the frenzy.

A chaotic, horny, and unhinged cherry.

The second the studio released the official images plus the BTS video plus the outtakes (because your PR team is genius and a little evil), the internet collectively lost its mind. It was like someone pulled the fire alarm in the middle of a Pedro Pascal convention. Twitter crashed. TikTok flooded. Instagram became a shrine.

The photos were... a journey.

Some were so soft they made people cry — you in Pedro’s lap, both in cozy knits, smiling into each other’s mouths like no one else existed. His hand tangled in your hair. Your fingers tracing his jaw like you couldn’t help yourself. The caption read: “love, actually.”

Others were chaotic — both of you in matching suits, dancing like idiots mid-frame, tongues out, eyes crossed. Pedro lifting you bridal style and pretending to run away. You sitting on his shoulders while he did jazz hands.

And then there were those ones. The ones people could not handle. The ones that came with warnings.

Pedro shirtless, your legs over his thighs, your hands in his curls, both of you looking like you just finished something illegal. You biting your lip. Pedro with that look — heavy-lidded, sinful, like he knew exactly what he was doing to people. Spoiler: he did.

The behind-the-scenes video was even worse (better).

— Pedro tripping over a light cable and you yelling “he’s fragile, he’s fifty!!” — Him calling you “mi esposa” every five minutes like it was a game. — You smacking his ass between takes and him giggling like a schoolboy. — Both of you arguing over who kissed who first in the movie. — The makeup artist having to fix Pedro’s lipstick smudges after a steamy take. — “Don’t look at me like that,” you whispering, and Pedro going: “How am I looking at you?” and the photographer going “GOD, CAN YOU TWO STOP BEING PERFECT FOR ONE SECOND.”

And the comments?

Absolutely feral.

“WHY ARE THEY LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE THAT. THEY’RE MARRIED BUT I’M STILL JEALOUS.” “the soft smiles, the matching rings, the giggles, THE HANDS. they are what love should be.” “these pics healed my childhood trauma and gave me new kinks.” “petition to let them do every romcom from now on. every. single. one.” “i don’t want a relationship unless it looks like pedro letting her sit on his lap in every frame like she belongs there.” “they look like they fuck and do sudoku together. i want that.”

Pedro reposted one of the more provocative pictures on his Instagram story, adding a casual “whoops 😇” and you replied with “you knew exactly what you were doing.”

And yes — the movie is breaking box office records. But you two? You’re breaking hearts, ovaries, and the space-time continuum.

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

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[lillaydee]

Shoulda

Asshole/Idiotic Joel Miller / F Reader

You found the perfect man. The man of your dreams. Unfortunately, you were not the only one who thought so.

WARNINGS: Angst, Jealousy, Heartbreak, bff, The Other Woman, Joel Miller is a blind idiot, Joel Miller is an asshole, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Miscarriage.

Tagging those who commented on the Wips I posted before - let me know if you want to be removed k?

@bergamote-catsandbooks @joelalorian @letsgobarbs @jessthebaker @kirsteng42 @martuxduckling @missladym1981 @joelmillerpascal

MASTER LIST

Woulda

He got home a few hours after you did, having figured out that you had gone home. He came bursting through the door, full of apologies, getting on his knees, hugging your middle and never letting go, begging you to forgive him.

She had smeared the ex, it seemed, went on a social media attack on his character, and in return, he threatened to release the many, many, very private footage of hers with their very young, very underaged pool boy. Or the ones with the mailman. Perhaps he’ll throw in the ones with the electrician too. It seemed she had forgotten to tell everyone that bit of the story when she went on her campaign to let others see the real him. The ex and Joel were civil to each other, and he had spent the night talking to him, coaxing him to refrain from doing so.

It was why he couldn’t pick up your calls or text you back, he told you.

By the time the whole thing was over, he was wiped out and fell asleep on the couch at her suite. When he came back to the suite, you were gone. He packed and left at the earliest opportunity.

He kept telling you, over and over again, that he did not betray you. He would never. He loved you. Only you. Please baby. I’m so sorry. I was just helping a friend out.

You didn’t answer him. Just stood there and let him hang on to you like a toddler. You didn’t touch him. You were too angry. Far too angry. Irrationally angry. When he let go to look you in the eyes, you left. Just grabbed your car keys and left, taking the suitcase you had yet to unpack with you.

He chased after you, begging you to stay. Please baby, don’t go. I’m here, aren’t I? I’m trying. Please.

You turned to him, your face emotionless. You told him that if he really was sorry, if he really did love you, he would give you some space. Space so you could go and be alone, think clearly, have a chance to sort yourself out and not make rash decisions.

His face changed then, panic filling it. Rash decisions? You wouldn’t leave me for this, would you? Please baby. We’ve only just gotten married. Please.

You asked if he was going to give you that space. You need space. That’s all you ask, you told him.

With much difficulty, he reluctantly nodded.

You had five more days of leave for the honeymoon. That’s how much time away you needed, you told him.

He stood there in the parking lot of your shared apartment, watching you leave, his face wet with tears.

You checked into a hotel, ordering in, trying to wrap your head around the whole situation. What the fuck was happening to your life? Your life was perfect. Joel was perfect. And then she came back, and it all went to pot. You couldn’t figure it out. What did she want, really? Her dream life was over, so she decided if her life couldn’t be perfect, yours couldn’t be either?

Did she have a crush on Joel?

You’d heard from her group of friends, who were now more your friends than hers, that Joel once harboured an unrequited crush on her, ever since they were old enough to get crushes. But he was never going be the one she chose. She needed a man with money, and Joel did not fall in that category. Joel got over that crush, it seemed, but she always came running back to him every time she got her heart broken, and he always welcomed her with open arms. When she found the next rich man to occupy her time with, Joel will be discarded on a shelf, only to be looked at again when next her heart got broken.

Was that what this was? All you had to do was wait for her to find the next lucrative guy to distract her?

But then, knowing her cheating nature, what’s to stop the cycle from happening again? Could you really live a life where you were okay with being pushed to the sidelines whenever her heart got broken? When would it stop? When she finally realize what a good man Joel really was and set her eyes on him?

You wanted so badly to nip this in the bud. But what could you do? Give him an ultimatum? You or her? You didn’t want a marriage based on ultimatums. You wanted one where your husband willingly put you first, on his own volition, not one where he only did so under the threat of a divorce.

Divorce.

You hated how often that word had crossed your mind lately. You had been married for less than two weeks. You should be high on wedded bliss right now, not thinking of the dreaded D-word.

Your phone dinged. Joel.

You wanted to call and yell at him. You asked for space. And he texted you an hour after you left? He couldn’t even give that to you? Against your better judgment, you opened the text.

It was a picture of your positive pregnancy test.

‘Found it in the bathroom. Why didn’t you tell me? Baby, we’re going to have a baby?’

The phone screen blurred from your tears. Even through text, you could hear, see how happy he was. You could picture him staring at that stick, tears in his eyes, sobbing and laughing at the same time, panicked and elated, fear and joy all at once.

He would be the best Dad to your children. You knew that. You had always known that.

And just like that, you sent him your location.

He was there within 20 minutes, knocking on your door. No sooner than the door opened he was on you, hugging you, kissing you, smothering your entire face with soft smooches, the words thank you, I love you so much muttered in between each sweet kiss.

He got on his knees, kissing your belly, saying hello to your baby. It’s Papa, he said, I love you so much already. I can’t wait to meet you. I’ll give you the world, baby, I love you, I love you, I love you.

The two of you spent the remainder of your honeymoon in that hotel, probably what you should have done in the first place. Vows were renewed, boundaries set, promises made. You came back home determined to focus on this new chapter in your lives.

She called him, texted him during those few days. She called you too. But the two of you ignored her. Never again, he promised you. We have a family to think about now. Let’s focus on us, shall we?

He cried when he saw the baby on the sonogram, the whole family screaming and sobbing when they heard the news. Everyone was excited for Baby Miller’s arrival, names were thrown around, onesies bought, cribs browsed for, fights ongoing between the brothers about who would be the favourite uncle.

Joel literally worshiped you every single day. As far as he was concerned, you needed to focus on one thing, and one thing only. Growing and nurturing the baby. Let him handle everything else. He worked himself ragged trying to prepare for the baby, coming home and handling all the household chores, cooking for you, holding your hair and rubbing your back when you throw up, rubbing your feet when they got sore. He spent hours talking to your belly, often falling asleep with his hand on it, cooing at it, telling you how beautiful you look carrying his child. You were right all along. He really was the best husband you could hope for.

When your first trimester ended, the two of you met up with your friends to tell them the happy news. The initial shrieks of excitement and congratulatory hugs were almost immediately followed by cheers of good luck and planning for baby showers and what nots. The two of you sat back and watched as your friends, old and new argue about schools and childcare and shake their heads at the cost of raising a child.

But the two of you weren’t phased. You sat there, Joel’s arm around your shoulder, smiling at your friends’ happiness for you. Content.

And then, she got there.

A not so happy her.

Well, well, well, she snarked. Was there a reunion everyone forgot to tell her about? Was this your doing, she asked, eyes boring unto yours. Oh for heaven’s sake, let it go already. So she wore a wedding dress to your wedding. So she went on your honeymoon. There are children starving in this world, you know. Lighten up. It’s not like she fucked him. May she remind you where you stand, Joel was her friend first, that will never change.

Oh no, she needed to get that thought out of her head, her friends remarked. He was a husband first now, and soon, a father. Sorry, but she’s gonna have to accept that she’s never gonna be his priority again, they laughed.

You could see her expression change. You’re pregnant?

Joel answered for you, smiling ear to ear, caressing your small, barely there bump. Her eyes followed his hand before darting back up to you. A smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes appeared.

Well, this was a happy occasion indeed! She invited herself to sit next to Joel, hugging him, ordering champagne for everyone. You and Joel stuck to orange juice, Joel having decided not to drink in solidarity with you.

"Oh, come on Joel, have fun while you can," she cooed. "When that little monster gets here you might never have fun ever again," she jabbed, hands on his arm, practically rubbing her boobs on it.

"What is wrong with you?" her friends shot. "His wife is right there. Why are you rubbing yourself on him? Isn’t it enough that you ruined their wedding, and then their honeymoon? What are you trying to do now? Fuck him right here in broad daylight? He’s someone’s husband. Respect that please."

She scoffed, she had always been touchy with Joel, don’t act like this was something new. He’s her best friend, she reminded everyone.

"Sure he is," someone shot back. "Until you find some other unfortunate man with enough gold for you to dig for, and then he’s put back on a shelf, only to be taken down and dusted again once you decide to cheat on the poor rich man and get dumped again. Everyone knows you only seek him out when you had no man to dig your claws into."

Well, she snapped, she didn’t know this was how they viewed her. Perhaps it’s time she looked for new friends, she said, getting up, staring you up and down, telling Joel she hoped to God you won’t put on too much weight in the coming months. He knew how to reach her if you did.

Joel told her to leave, disappointment in his tone. He could see your mood shift, so he apologized to your friends and took you home. He apologized to you again and again for her rudeness, assuring you that no one invited her. You knew this, so you told him so. He could see how affected you were. He suggested you stay home from work that day, the night shift was not exactly easy on you these days, seeing as your morning sickness had a habit of making an appearance in the evenings whenever you worked. He also didn’t like you being on that company bus in the early hours of the morning.

You went to work anyway. This night shift thing was not a daily occurrence. It was one of those times, where the department was working on a highly sensitive case that needed someone to be on standby at the office 24/7 just in case. Joel walked you to the company bus as usual, telling you he would be right there to wait for you when you get dropped off. You immediately felt bad, knowing that he would wake up super early just to come back to that corner to pick you up when you get back, but needs must. You needed to make as much money as you could before Baby Miller arrived, not to mention build up your PTOs for the maternity leave.

You really should have stayed at home. You were hardly able to do any work at all that evening, the morning/evening sickness refusing to cooperate at all. By midnight, your boss told you to go home and get some rest, asking a couple of the agents who were leaving for the night to drop you off.

They were kind enough to do so, one of them even walking you to your door. You didn’t want to call Joel since it was past midnight and you knew he would be asleep.

But your front door was ajar. You froze. The agent asked you to wait, drawing his gun just in case. But something was telling you otherwise. You switched the lights on and saw a trail of clothing leading from the front door to your bedroom. You got pulled in, almost as if a magnet was drawing you to something you didn’t want to see, switching the light to your bedroom on.

She was in your bed, wearing nothing but a bra and a pair of panties, spooning your sleeping husband.

You wanted to scream. But it was as if there was a blockage restricting your vocal cords and the scream was stuck, turning into bubbles of anger that solidified alarmingly quickly before melting, heating up your insides like molten lava, suffocating you from the inside.

Your throat may have been restricted, but your hands grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked. She screamed, shooting up from her slumber. So did Joel, turning around, jumping out of bed when he saw that it was her in bed with him instead of you.

And then he saw you.

You ran out of the apartment, past the agent who was still standing with his gun out just in case, begging him to get you out of there.

Joel came running out after you, begging you to let him explain. He went to bed alone, he cried, he swore that she wasn’t in the apartment with him when he went to sleep. He swore on his Mama’s life. Please baby, nothing happened.

You didn’t care to hear him. You just wanted to get out of there. You were going as fast as your feet would take you, the agent running close behind.

***Warning: Miscarriage***

A searing pain like you’ve never felt before wrapped around your belly, causing you to stop and drop on your knees. You tried to get back up but your legs wouldn’t cooperate. You ended up in a foetal position on the ground, screaming in pain. The agent called his partner to come help, but both men were shoved aside by a panicked Joel who yelled at them to call an ambulance.

"Baby, please stay with me, please, oh God, please…"

It was all a blur. The paramedics came, Joel told them what happened. Your body was shaking. You could feel warm liquid leaking out of you, pooling on the stretcher. Joel’s hands were on yours, his face wet, his voice shaky, begging you to stay with him. The paramedics injected something into your cannula, and the world slowed down.

You were in a daze, but not asleep. Joel climbed into the ambulance with you, holding your hand, his lips praying non stop for you to please be okay. There was resignation in his voice, as if he knew something you didn’t.

You arrived at the ER not really aware of what was happening. Your OB was there, moving the wand on your belly, her eyes sad as she looked at you. Joel was sobbing, kissing your hand over and over. You heard your OB said something about surgery, risk of infections, high blood pressure… bleeding out…

His phone was pinging incessantly from the paper bag the agents brought to the hospital for him. He finally checked it, telling you it might be his parents, he asked the nurses to call them when you’d arrived. One of the nurses came and pushed another something into your cannula. Your head started getting heavy. Joel was staring at his phone, his right hand still on your left one, his face unreadable. His phone rang, and he picked up this time.

“Jen, what the fuck are you doing?

Pause.

“You’re not doing this to me. Not right now. Not after what you’ve done tonight.”

Pause.

“Jen, no, don’t.”

“Jen, no. Don’t do this. You can’t put this on me. Please.”

Your eyes were getting heavier and heavier. You squeezed your husband’s hand. But it was as if he didn’t even notice.

He let go of your hand.

Then he stood up and walked away, still talking on the phone.

Everything went dark.         

You opened your eyes just as they were wheeling you into surgery. Tommy and your mother in law were walking alongside the gurney. Your family is on the way, they told you. You asked where Joel was, and all they could do to calm you was to tell you he would be there when you got out.

And everything went back to black.

When you woke up, your parents, brother and in laws were there by your bedside.

But your husband wasn’t.

When you asked them where he was, your in laws looked livid, Tommy looking as if he was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Instead of answering, they all came to hug you, telling you they were happy you were alright, that they will be right outside and let you and your family talk. Your mother in law looked resigned, tears in her eyes.

You asked your Mom what happened.

She sat next to your bed, fluffing your pillow, stroking your arm, the way she always did when she was trying to brace you for something.

You lost the baby, dear, she told you. And she waited in tears, holding you as you sobbed. Your Dad and brother were lost for words.

"Where’s Joel?"

Jen called him, telling him that her ex got engaged to someone new. She sent videos of her taking pill after pill, taking a knife and running it over her wrists. She told him she was going to take her own life, and only he could change her mind. He was all she had, he told his Mama. Her family refused to talk to her after her antiques at the wedding, the honeymoon, and this thing she did last night, breaking into your apartment and climbing into bed with him was the final straw. She had no one left. And if he didn’t go to her, she might as well end it.

He went to her.

Instead of calling her family, her friends, even the cops to check on her, he actually left you and went to her.

While you were bleeding out, losing the baby the two of you had made with love.

You didn’t even cry. You felt numb.

“What do you want to do, dear?” your Mom gently asked.

You didn’t need to think. You knew the answer.

Joel returned to the hospital later that day to find he had been barred from seeing you. His calls went unanswered. Even his own family ignored him. No one wanted to have anything to do with him. Tommy finally took pity on him and drove him home, still refusing to talk to him, save to tell him how much he had fucked up.

He walked into the apartment to find your side of the closet emptied out. Your parents and brother had gone over and took everything they could find of yours.

He lost his mind. Tommy stayed, letting his brother cry it all out, but refusing to tell him anything. No one was telling him anything. His world was dark. He lost his baby, you wouldn’t speak to him, he had no idea what to do.

He found out you had been discharged the next day, but you didn’t come home. You were not at your parents either. No one would tell you where you were. Your phone was out of service. His parents still refused to talk to him. Your friends were disgusted by him. Jen had disappeared, going on vacation to take her mind off the hatred she was receiving for the role she played in the whole mess.

He waited every single day for you to come home. He tried calling every hour. Texted you every hour. Nothing. Day in, day out, he lived in the dark, wondering what his fate was going to be. God he missed you, oh how he missed you. Not a second went by that he didn’t kick himself for his lapse in judgment.

Jen was bluffing, playing hysterics, spending the hours he was with her reminiscing, telling him she should have looked past the money and gotten with him instead of the hoity-toity rich boys she went for. She saw what a good man he was now, how lucky you were to have landed him in the first place. Every single time he tried to leave, she would take the knife to her wrist again. He was finally able to escape when she finally fell asleep, but it was too late then.

And after all that she had done, after his life imploded, she left him out to dry. No phone calls, no texts, it was as if she didn’t see the point in bothering him anymore now that there was no one to steal him from.

The handsome son of the oil magnate she met on holiday may have had something to do with her silence too. She had found someone new and worthy of her time, yet again. He was back on the shelf. Until the next time.

A month later, he received a text from your old number, asking to meet at a café the two of you used to frequent. He got there an hour early, eager to see you, his stomach filled with butterflies, anxious to know his fate. He had asked if he could pick you up somewhere, but you told him a colleague would be dropping you off. You would be coming from a work thing.

He waited and waited, the butterflies in his stomach growing wilder by the second. Finally, a black, government issued vehicle stopped right in front of the café, and you, his beloved wife, got out of the passenger seat.

“Thank you for dropping me off, agent,” you told him.

“Stop with the agent thing,” he said, sounding exasperated. “How many times have I asked you to call me Marcus? We’re gonna work together a lot, might as well be friends.”

You smiled, “Well, thank you, Marcus.”

“Should I wait for you?”

“No, I’ll be okay, see you tomorrow?”

“Flight’s at 10. Pick you up at 6?”

You nodded, closing the door behind you.

Joel stood up when you approached. My God he looked tired. He had attempted to make himself somewhat presentable, but his lack of sleep, lack of appetite, his worries and sadness, the late night tears, all left a mark on his face.

He made to hug you, but you sat down. It took everything in him not to burst into tears right there and then. All he wanted to do was hold you. Mourn the loss of your child with you. He had hoped that you would come back. But not even a minute into seeing you for the first time since that night, it was becoming very clear to him that his biggest fear was about to come true.

“How are you doing?” he asked, trying hard to be optimistic.

“I’m still not 100%, but I’m getting there,” you told him, your chest feeling a bit heavier than usual. “How are you?”

“Miserable,” he admitted, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

His heart filled out. “You do?”

You nodded, trying to keep the tears at bay. Of course you missed him. You loved him. He was the love of your life.

“How’s work?” he asked, hoping to ease you into what he really wanted to ask you.

“It’s okay, I’ve been assigned as a researcher on a case, so a bit of travelling, but it’s great.”

“Good, good, that’s good…”

He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Please come home. I miss you. I’m so sorry I left. Jen… she…”

“I know, our friends told me.”

“Please come back baby, I will do anything to have you back. Please. I’m a mess without you. I want to come home to you, sleep next to you, have babies with you, please baby. Forgive me.”

“What if Jen comes back?”

“I won’t fall for her tricks anymore baby, I messed up, but I’ve learnt my lesson. I will never put her before you ever again, I will never put anyone before you again. You are my life, baby. Please. I’ll do anything.”

“You promised me that before. I can’t stay in a marriage where I might not be a priority to you whenever your best friend feels lonely, Joel. That day is by far the darkest day of my life, and I had to go through it alone because my husband put his best friend first, again. Because he cared about her feelings more than he cared for mine, her well-being over mine, again. I can’t live like that, wondering every day if today was the day my husband is going to drop me to go running to her again, despite your promises. That is not the life I signed up for.”

“I know, baby, but please, give me another chance. We’ve only been married 4 months. Please…”

You didn’t say anything.

“Please baby, please. I know I screwed up. I should have said no when she asked for that dance at our wedding. I should have yelled at her for having the audacity to wear a wedding dress to our wedding. I should have listened to you and declined the honeymoon. I should have told her to leave when she interrupted our honeymoon. I should have ignored her when she knocked on our door that night. I should have rejected her call at the hospital. I should have cut her out of my life at the first sign of trouble.”

You looked at him, tears in your eyes. You reached into your briefcase, took out an envelope, taking it’s contents out. You placed the document on the table, placing your wedding band and engagement ring on them. You heard his breath hitch, his lips wobbling, his eyes immediately filling with tears, his head down, his shoulders shaking.

“Yeah, you shoulda.”

[justagalwhowrites]

The Savage and the Sanctuary - A TLOU Story Masterlist

After the death of his daughter, Joel Miller fell apart. But when searching for answers at the bottom of a bottle and within his own rage doesn't fix it, he resigns himself to working for his brother in private security. It's a job that starts him down the path to stability and a semblance of a life, even if it's not one he particularly wants. At least it does until you show up.

The biggest movie star in the world with your newly adopted niece in tow, you throw everything about Joel's life into flux. Is he capable of letting himself feel something again while protecting the only things left in the world that matter?

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

A slow-burn, no outbreak, enemies to friends to lovers bodyguard fic.

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Prologue

Chapter 1: Wrong Foot

Chapter 2: Teenagers

Chapter 3: Parents

Chapter 4: Past and Present

Chapter 5: Fracture

Chapter 6: Justice

Chapter 7: Precautions

Chapter 8: Making Waves

Chapter 9: Starlight

Chapter 10: Weight

Chapter 11: Please

Chapter 12: Golden

Chapter 13: Reconciled

Chapter 14: Consequences

Oneshots:

The Campaign

Turkey Trouble - Thanksgiving One Shot

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Pedro Pascal Lookalike Contest

Pedro Pascal

Joel Miller

The Contest

Summary: Joel is in New York with Sarah for work. He takes the day off, but the unexpected happens. He is not sure if he could get used to the attention but Sarah's loving it. / p.s. I'm not really good at summaries but I'll surprise you with the rest as this goes along.

( Just a little fun, Joel is 36, Sarah is 14. / Pedro is 50 ) ( Sarah is secretly a Pedro fan but finds it awkward because her dad looks exactly like Pedro )

WC: 2624

( Joel is literally Pedro except they have different life's and Jobs. Pedro's our big Hollywood, TV scene actor. And Joel is our contractor for his own business )

Joel and Sarah are in New York for a job that is probably the highest paid job he has ever taken. He had an email just weeks before about renovating a building that belongs to some rich new yorker. They had probably reviewed his previous jobs and decided to give him the job.

As Joel and Sarah are walking to the job he is assigned to renovate, Sarah kept him distracted with her talks about her last soccer practice. As they pass a few stores for snack, Joel went into the store while Sarah waits outside scrolling through her phone, talking to her friends, they kept asking how it was going in New York. She sent when a picture of her sightings. Her friends kept on saying how jealous they were, wishing they could be in the most beautiful state of New York. As she was typing about something drifted across her shoe, she picked it up and read it

A Pedro Pascal Lookalike Contest. Winner gets 1 year of free burritos *redeemable 1 per week, and also $50 cash prize. 'This looks like a lot of fun. She could get her dad to do this' she thinks to herself

She looks at the date realising it was today, she looks at the location from where she stands 'only a block away'. She tries to think of a way she could get her dad to accept the contest and then a hunch comes along 'She wants a burrito. Yes that's how she's going to do it'

She hides the contest leaflet in her pocket when she hear the store door opening, noticing Joel is coming out 'burrito, burrito, burrito' she keeps saying to herself when they start walking again. They were getting close to where the contest is held, nows her chance

"Dad can we stop to get some burritos too, I really want one" she says looking up at him

"Babygirl I just got us some snacks from the store. We can get some burritos later" Joel says as he shows her the snacks he's just bought

"But we can save those for later. I really want a burrito now" she said with those eyes that always make Joel change his mind no matter what.

He nods saying okay as they continue down the street. Sarah has a suspicious smile on her face but Joel doesn’t take notice of it. As they are close Joel and Sarah see lots of people scattered around the street. He wondering what's going on there. Joel is about to step in to the burrito shop when he see Sarah has not followed him, he steps back out the door to tell her to follow him in as there are lots of people scattered around

"It's okay dad I will wait here. Get a usual burrito we have back home" she says trying to not act suspicious

As he steps back into the burrito shop, Sarah takes her chance to get her dad into this contest without him knowing

"Excuse me lady, is this the Pedro Pascal look-alike contest?" Sarah asks as she hands the leaflets to the woman

"It is little lady. Do you know anyone who would like to participate?" The woman asks

"Yes um' my dad. But is there a way you can enter him without him knowing what the real contest is for?" Sarah says with some shyness

"Of course sweetheart" she says handing Sarah a sticker with a number on it *No.2* "just give him that tell him it's a contest. Tell him the winner gets the following on the leaflets and it could change his life in the mean time"

Sarah takes the sticker and makes her way inside the burrito shop as Joel is still waiting for the burritos to be done.

As they step out of the burrito shop, Sarah takes Joel hand a wanders him through the crowd to the front so the lady she spoke to can see them

"Sarah what is this" Joel asks as he looks around in disbelief

"It's a contest dad, the winner gets 1 year of free burritos, redeemable per week and the winner also gets $50 cash prize" it sounded interesting so I signed you up" she says giving him the sticker with No.2 on it

"I could do with an extra $50" he says with a small smile "so how does this work?" He asks

"Just go to that lady in front of us and say 'my daughter signed me up' she will tell you what to do next" Sarah says. He nods and walks towards the woman

As he stood in front of her she looked at him weird, but didn't says anything, he rubs the back of his next as he says the woman that his daughter signed him up. As he was about to hand her his No.2 sticker, the woman told him to keep it on him, and to stick it on his shirt and wait in line.

As he waited in line of a few people, and more piled behind him, more people were starting to stare at, he could feel himself getting anxious about all of this.

As it was his turn to do his contest, the woman told him to stand on the small stage part, as Joel stood and looked around every was almost yelling, also whisper-yelling about how much he looks like Pedro Pascal. Joel had no idea who Pedro Pascal was, he does keep track of celebrities, he doesn't what TV, movies or anything on TV for the record.

Once it was time for him to stand off the small stage, the woman tell her she will grant the prize winner soon.

After waiting about 15 to 20 minutes, the woman looks around at the crowd as she raised her microphone

"Okay everyone this contest has had some funny close calls but only one person can be the ultimate winner. Can the 3 top contestants step onto the stage No.5, No.18 and No.2" The woman says as two other people and Joel step onto the stage "Drum roll please!... And the winner goes to contestant No.2 for being the ultimate Pedro Pascal look-alike!"

Joel looks at Sarah as he couldn't wrap his head around it. Not knowing what this was all about and then just winning on the spot. The woman hands him a large check of his winning prizes.

Everyone started taking pictures and videos yelling PEDRO! PEDRO! PEDRO!, Joel still didn’t understand. Sarah jumps on stage hugging her him yelling loud 'You did it dad'. As Joel looked out to the crowd again, he see people holding huge pictures of the man he can come to figure out as Pedro Pascal. The woman beside him place her hand on his shoulder about to ask him a question

"What's your name sir and How does it feel to be today's ultimate Pedro Pascal look-alike contest winner?" She says as she holds the microphone to him

"Um' hi everyone my name is Joel Miller and I honestly don't know how I feel right now, I didn't know anything about this contest and who it was actually for. I have to be honest here, I have no idea who Pedro Pascal is, I'm not one for keeping track of celebrity, I don't watch TV as I am constantly busy with my job. My daughter here entered me into this contest, she didn't tell me what it was for either" he says as he looks at his daughter "she only told me burritos and the $50 cash prize so I figured that I'd go along with it for her because I know how much my little loves girl them and I figured I could use the extra $50 while I am here" he says looking at everyone. They all had a amused face expressions on them

"Where are you from and what do you do for a living Joel?" She asks

"I'm from Texas and I have my own business in contracting. That's why I am in New York, am here for my job but I wasn't expecting this to happen. I don't expect attention when I am walking around for look like Pedro Pascal which in my opinion I don't think I do look like him but I'll leave that to you guys" he says in the most polite way.

Joel also adds "I also would like to give my free burritos to the two other contestant because once I am done with my job I won't be here in New York again until another job comes along and I feel they should win something too" he says looking at the two other men

"Well there you have it everyone our No.2 Pedro Pascal look-alike all the way from Texas is, Joel Miller!"

As he steps down from the stage Sarah following, she hugs him again for what felt like hours, he always loves her hugs. People starts to come up to him asking him for a photo, he tries to say no but with each person Sarah takes their phones to do a selfie with her, Joel and the other person that wanted the picture taken.

Once everyone was done and left him alone, Joe and Sarah continue their way to the building that he is renovating.

Later that day once Joel is done with the renovating, he and Sarah both get into their rental car and drove back to the hotel. They're not going back to Texas straight away. It's Sarah first time here in New York, so she wants to see more before going back home.

Once they got to the hotel, Joel could feel eyes on him as he walked himself and Sarah into their hotel. It was all confusing to him. He still doesn't know who Pedro is, but Sarah told him in the car that she will fully introduce him to Pedro and his famous life.

Inside their hotel room, Sarah is settled on her single bed next to Joel's bed. She was too tired from all the walking around earlier that day, Joel could tell she wasn't used to it, especially somewhere that wasn't home.

"Are you okay, baby girl? I know today was a lot, even though you dragged to that event. It was fun, but I don't think I can deal with all the attention" he say as she looks over at him

"It was actually the best thing you win something for looking like an actor. And you know what the best part about it was?. It was the fact that you only took $50 and let the two other guys have the free burritos"

"Hmm so that guy I won the contest on is a actor. How famous is he anyway?" He asks her

"Well he only has instagram account and his followers is 11.1 million" she say as she pulls up pedro's account to show Joel

"Wow, that's a lot, but again, he looks nothing like me, Sarah," he says

"Dad, you should totally get an instagram again. I can share your account on my story, and everyone can follow you," Sarah says in excitement. She's enjoying this a little too much

"I said I didn't want the atten-" he about to say but Sarah cuts him off

"I know you don't want the attention, but think about it. Imagine what it could do for your contracting business. It will blow up, and more money comes your way" she says like she has his future life planned out

Joel sighs and rolls onto his back, looking at the ceiling thinking about what she just said.

"I'll think about it and get back to you on that in the mornin'. Okay"

She didn't say anything. She rolled onto her side, closing her eyes, thinking she's just given her dad the best future possible.

The next morning, Joel woke up just after Sunrise, showered, and then ordered room service for himself and Sarah. As he waited, he thought about all what Sarah said, more for the business, the attention could help build that up too. But he was sure about the fact that he wasn't looking for the attention or anything that made him feel like a celebrity, for as Sarah said, looking like an actor, which he still doesn't believe.

As he waited for room service, he took out his phone, not really using it, just looking at it, continuing to think about Sarah suggestion of all of this. After 10 minutes, he unlocked his phone he went to the app store and typed in instagram. When it showed up, he looked at it for a moment before pressing install. "It's now or never," he mumbled to himself. About minutes, he heard a knock on the door. He placed his phone on the small circle table as he went to answer it.

Coming back inside the room, he saw Sarah has woken up, seeing her at the table looking at his phone with a smile on her face

"You thought about my suggestion?" She asks as he places the tray on the table

"I thought about it all morning since waking up. Now I will make the account, but I'm not doing for attention, okay. Just like what you said, it could bring more to my business, " he says, looking at her morning sleepy eyes,"but I don't want everyone treating me like I'm some celebrity. Okay?" He says, placing a kiss on top of her head

"Okay," she says as she slightly l punches his arm, giggling

After 20 minutes, they slowly work through setting up his Instagram account. Once it's all done, she showed him his first Instagram account. She followed herself on his account and then got her phone to follow him back. When she did that, she continued scrolling through her instagram and saw something unexpected

"Oh my god, dad, look at this," she says showing him her phone

"What the hell. Thought I said no attention, " he says as he looks at an called Entertainment Tonight posted a video of him from the day before, it had 41.9 thousand like over 267 comments 4.9 thousand shares. He couldn't believe it, and yet again, he didn't want the attention, but he kept thinking the positive said that it's probably good for his business.

Hours later, that said account posted another post, but it was himself and Pedro Pascal either side on separate posts.

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entertainmenttonight 30 contestants showed up to the streets of New York crowning for the ultimate Pedro Pascal Lookalike win... From 30 to the top 3, a Texan man named Joel Miller showed up unplanned and became the winner most of being Pascal Lookalike

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Sarah couldn't believe it, her dad what now practically famous, the one thing he didn't want to achieve but he can't change that now, what's done is done. But what he didn't see was that it was liked and commented by Pedro Pascal himself. Joel was still practically learning about the man everyone claimed as Pedro Pascal

"Sorry, dad, it looks like you are blowing up now. Pedro himself has noticed you," she said, hugging him. His face was still frozen from thought of going everywhere and just being recognised.

"It's okay, babygirl. I can't say that I was and wasn't expecting this, but it is the attention that I'm worried about now"

For the rest of the day they stayed in the hotel eating snack and watching movies until they both fell asleep

I hope you guys enjoy this Pedro Pascal Lookalike fic, I'm more of a reader than a writer so I'm sorry if it's bad. I might add 2 chapters more, this week or next week.

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[joelmillerpascal]

Your Valentine 💝

summary: Pedro has been acting strange, but he gives you a surprise for Valentines Day which leads you to spend the night at his apartment.

P.S. I am no good at summaries.

warnings: Pedro acts strange, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), (innocence kink, pet names, fluff.

WC: 2301

February 2024

You and Pedro have been seeing each other for about 6 months now. The both of you have been keeping it a secret because of his publicity and because you are simply new to the life Pedro lives, not even your family know about him but you aren't not going to tell your sister because she is a huge Pedro fan. He has shown you enough love and affection to prove your relationship is not ending any time soon. You're both really happy with each other.

Pedro has been spending nearly every night at your place. You haven't been inside his place yet. He says it's because he's having new stuff done to the apartment, new renovating, but the way he's been acting lately, I don't know what's up with him.

♡♡♡

Tuesday 13th February

You were walking the streets of New York, taking in the loving air that just brings a smile to my face every time I step out the door. You were on your way to the grocery store because you only have little bits in the cupboards and fridge. You stepped in, and the smell of fresh meat and vegetables caught through your nose. You smiled wider, and you continued walking down one of the vegetables sections when you got a text from Pedro

Pedro

Hey baby, don't make any plans for tomorrow night. I have something planned for us

You

What are you up to now, babe?

Pedro

Nothing, just don't make any plans for tomorrow, okay? I love you

You

Okay, I'm trusting you with whatever you have planned in the adorable brain of you. I love you too

You put your phone back in your handbag to continue your shopping. Your brain kept on guessing what the hell was going on with him. He's been acting strange for a couple of weeks now, and it's starting to freak me out.

After you get home, you pack away the groceries, and you go over to relax on the couch. You turn on the TV flicking to any random channel. You end up falling asleep for the next few hours. You are woken up by your phone ringing, you go to check, and it is your sister Mandy,

"Hey, big sis, are you doing anything right now?" She asks

"No, not right now, you just kinda woke me up from my nap," you say, yawning

"I'm sorry, but I need you right now. I just broke up with my boyfriend"

"Are you kidding me a day before Valentines Day?" You say angrily

"Yes, he say said he doesn't love me anymore, and his words were 'What's the point celebrating V-Day if I'm with someone I don't love'. Please, I need you, sister. I have nowhere else to go." She says sobbing 

"Well, I guess you can stay with me," you say with a calm sigh

"Thank you so much, sis. I will see you soon" she says before she hung up the phone.

A couple of hours later, your sister Mandy shows up with a two big bag, you let her in she's sobbing telling you everything about how she thought they were happy and then he turns everything upside down. You were about to say something back to her when you heard a knock on the door. You tell your Mandy to wait while you go to answer the door. You open the door to find Pedro stood there, you shout to your sister that you will be right back

"Hey baby, are you okay?" He asked, giving you a kiss

"Hey, and yeah, I'm fine. I'm just right nows not a good time." You say hugging him

"Why, what's wrong?" He asks

"I have my sister inside, and she just broke up with her boyfriend, a day before Valentines. Seriously, can you believe that?"

"Oh my god, that's the worst time to break up with somebody. How is she now?"

"She's okay, I had her crying on my shoulder for the past hour. But seriously, Pedro, I'd let you in, but she's kind of a huge fan of yours, and she's doing know about us, you know"

"How's about this, I come in and say hi, if like you said, she's a big fan, and it will probably put a smile on her face," he says, smiling.

You think for a second because you don't want your sister bugging him with question and being all over him. After a few minutes, you hold your one finger up to say 'give me a moment' before walking back into the living space. Your sister looks about you weird while drying her eyes

"Mandy, I have somebody for you to meet. But you got to promise not to freak out, okay? "

"Okay" she says rubbing her face

"Okay, wait here"

You walk back out the door, grab pedro's hand, and walk him inside. You don't know how your sister will react. You've never seen her crazy for someone she's a fan of. You both walk into the living space

"Mandy, I would like you to meet my boyfriend," you say. Her eyes flick to Pedro's, and she instantly recognises him

"Oh my God!, is this a joke? He's really your boyfriend, " she says, excitingly, like all her troubles have disappeared

"It's nice to meet you, Mandy." Pedro says to her, holding out his hand. Instead of shaking his hand, she instantly goes in for a hug, hugging him tightly as tears appear in her eyes again, but this time, happy tears. When she lets go, she instantly apologizes for it

"I'm so sorry for hugging you, I mean, you are the Pedro Pascal," she says, sniffling, trying to try her eyes

"No apology needed, your sister told me you're a big fan and that you were going through a tough time, and I just wanted to say hi and see how you were doing," he says rubbing her arm

"This is the best day of my life. Seriously, I loved you in Game Of Thrones, Narcos, The Last Of Us, and damn many more stuff, " she says, smiling

"I appreciate it, Mandy, I hope you're ready for the second season of The Last Of Us in April," he chuckled

"Totally," she says

After talking for hours, Pedro says he's got to go because of an early start tomorrow because of rehearing for SNL, he tell you he loves you and he will see you tomorrow night

♡♡♡

Valentines Day / evening

Pedro invited you and your sister to the 50th SNL homecoming as well as his sister Javiera.

The four of you walk to the homecoming concert, pedro wants the Valentines Day party to be the best thing of your life and it definitely will.

You and Pedro walk hand in hand to find your spot before the show starts, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and kiss the top of your head, your sister Mandy is next to Javiera. You all wait for the show to start

"Sorry it's no romantic dinner but I thought this would be better" he whispered in your ear

"It's still romantic because I'm with you" you say kissing his cheek

"And I also thought tonight would be the best night to reveal our relationship" he kisses you back "because at some point tonight one of the cameras will be showing us on that screen over there" he pointed to the screen off the side of the big space in SNL

"Oh my god I hate looking at my self"

"Why your too gorgeous not to look at yourself" he wraps his arms around your waist resting his chin on your shoulder

"No I just hate looking at myself" you say hiding your face

"From my view your beautiful baby"

In the middle of the show where you could see Miley Cyrus started to sing Crazy Little Thing Called Love, you and Pedro started dancing, swaying he had his hands on your hips, gripping you as he brushed against you. Pedro started to sing the lyrics in your ear just as a camera got a few seconds shot of you both

"Smile for camera mi amor" his hand comes to your cheek as he kisses you on the lips "just that shot everyone knows I'm yours now. Happy Valentines day baby"

The show was just finishing as you and Pedro hug. You both were heading out to walk back home, Javiera went her own way so Mandy walked back with us

"Come back to my place with me babe, still need to finish the night with just the two of us" he says in your ear

"Okay I'd love to finally see your place" you say kissing his lips "Mandy are you okay to stay at my place on your own?"

"Of course I've already ruined your Valentines enough by not letting you both be my yourselfs" she says hugging you

"You haven't ruined anything Mandy, your going through something rough so I wanted to make sure your valentines day was good too" he says hugging her. He gave her a peck on the cheek

"Thank you so much Pedro" she says

"You're welcome cariño"

♡♡♡

You both walk into the apartment you walk around admiring the kitchen to the living space it was beautiful. You sat down on his couch as he got two glasses and a bottle of wine, he poured you a glass and then himself one

"Happy Valentines Day mi amor" you both clinked your glasses together "I love you"

"I love you too Babe" you both finished your glasses. You both stare at each other smiling

"I think we should take ourselves to my bedroom because I want to rip this dress off your body, I want to give you a Valentine fuck" he says rubbing your thighs

"Oh I don't know about that one papi, if your bed is comfortable I might be asleep in seconds" you say moving to sit in his lap

"I'll make sure your on top then" he picks you up, both start kissing all the way to his bedroom, he sits you on the bed as he started to unbutton his shirt, you start with his belt, unbuckling it

"God your still pretty as ever" you say to his cock before you kiss the tip, and then flicking your tongue on the tip

"Oh my god baby you know it makes me want to cum hard if you do that to the tip" he says in moan. You pull away take off your dress, he places you in the middle of the bed

As you laid there nearly falling asleep you soon shot back up when you felt Pedro shove two fingers deep inside your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit. He was grinning as he came up to kiss you

"I'm just preparing you baby. Cum on my fingers come on" he fingers picking up the pace curling inside you. You arch your back, scrunching your face

"Oh god P-pedro, just give me your cock already" you moan

" I want you to cum on my fingers first cariño. You cum and I'll fuck you deep. Deal" he says resting his forehead against yours "such a pretty, aweet pussy"

After ten minutes you cum on his fingers screaming his name. He takes his fingers out and puts then in his mouth

"Fuck, you taste so beautiful" he says

"Can I have your cock now?" He nods as he placed himself inside of you "fuck me daddy"

"Come on hermosa"

He started pounding into you, slamming his hips, the sound of skins slapping and panting it was getting too much, to Pedro he could go for hours.

After what felt like hours Pedro could feel you tightening, squeezing around him "babe I'm gonna cum!"

"Come on, baby cum on me. After you can milk me dry" he started rubbing your clit with his thumb after 5 minutes you come on his cock

"Holy shit. God I love you" you moaned

"Yo también te amo bebé. ahora es mi turno" ( I love you too baby. now it's my turn )

"Come on daddy, cum in me. Fill me up nice and deep" you grab his face to kiss him deeply, sucking the air from his mouth

"Baby I'm gonna...hmm I'm gonna cum." You moved your hands down his body, squeezing his ass, pressing him deeper inside you.

After a few minutes he came deep inside of you pressing deeper, "baby I will you move in with me?"

"Pedro do you even know what your saying, your all cummed out, your not thinking"

"You heard me loud and clear baby I want you to move in, I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life"

"Okay" you say

"You will?" His eyes wide you nodded

"Of course I will papi" 

He pulled his soft cock out

"Happy Valentines Day baby. I love you"

"I love you too babe"

You both lay there in bed staring at each other, Pedro's phone started ding every 5 minutes, he gets his phone and looks at all his fans tagging Pedro in post's "See we are officially out there baby."

Pedro fell asleep with you in his arms and in his bed, or should you say both of your bed now.

(This fic was a last-minute idea to write, I know V-Day has gone now, but here's the fic anyways)

[joelmillerpascal]

Daddy's Office

Pairing: Boss Daddy Javi Gutierrez x f/reader

Summary: f/reader and her boss Daddy Javi were working late in the office. No work was down, but they did get their fun out of it. Smut

Warnings: MDNI / DADDY KINK, office sex, soft-dom, oral play, (unprotected piv), cum, (pet name, Baby). /// Please if I missed why warnings tags let me know!

WC: 1477

This was written for the PPCU Smut Challenge. My prompt was Javi Gutierrez x f/reader office worker.

Thank you, @mushgloomz for letting me be a part of this challenge. I hope you like it

Javi Gutierrez was her boss. When she started to work for him she didn't notice that he was watching her every now and then from his office or the break room but she only started to take notice because of the way he treated her compared to other co-working women, it made her feel like she was special because he'd only let the others call him by him name. He wanted her to call him DADDY, just that plain simple word when other weren't around. She made a once and he spank her, he did that out of punishment not knowing that she actually loved it.

What started out as simple flirtations turned into something a girl like her could only dream of. He's tall, not necessarily dark, and average on the hot radar. Someone she would never assume would become to her as he has. She doesn't know too much about him, but that's the good thing about our relationship. It's not meant to be personal. At least, not on that level.

"Evening, Daddy."

"Hi, baby." It was a greeting Javi used often. She had learned the hard way that she'd had 10 minutes to get her ass to his office once he disappeared beyond the wooden panel or she wouldn't get what he wanted out of the deal.

She hated the black pumps she was wearing. It made it so hard to walk, but my Daddy liked them, so they stayed. She hated them almost as much as she hated the skin tight, royal blue, scoop neck dress that was so short my ass almost hung out. But her Daddy liked it, so it stayed. In fact, it was his favourite.

Careful not to knock myself out of whack, I walked to the large door my Daddy had disappeared behind and knocked lightly. Rule #2, you always knocked.

"Enter." He'd said in a low, hot voice

"May I, Daddy?" She says just in case it is a mistake

"Of course, come on through, baby." She slid into the room to see him lounging on the leather couch in front of the faux fireplace. His office had always amazed her. Half the room had walls made of glass, allowing you to see the entire city lit up 13 stories below. The other half held every toy a man could dream of. Including the secret closet filled with couples' toys.

He had removed his blazer and draped it over the arm of the couch. His dress shirt was unbuttoned and untucked from his designer slacks. In his hand was a crystal glass filled with two fingers of whiskey.

"Have a drink, baby." Daddy didn't actually wish to offer her any beverages. That was her cue to lock the door and go right to him. Her daddy wasn't rough with her. He didn't demand or require anything of her. At any point, she could stop, walk out, or even turn the tides on him. Daddy actually liked it when she took control sometimes. But tonight, she needed him to be her Daddy.

Daddy Javi

God, my baby is beautiful. She was wearing the blue dress I had picked out for her, the one that brought out those amazingly bright blue eyes of hers. And the heels... She had told me she liked them, but I know they killed her feet. Yet here she stood, tall and proud and waiting for my command. I could see it in her face, a face that was framed with gorgeous black hair that spilt over her right shoulder and down her back like waves. And across her right breast. My eyes lingered there, the temperature in the room seeming to rise. I leaned up and brushed her hair back lightly, careful not to scare her. My baby did scare easily, which is why she needed to call me Daddy. And, honestly, it was just plain hot to hear it roll off of her talented tongue. She inhaled sharply at the contact but made no move to stop me. I cupped her in my palm, massaging her. The nipple beneath the fabric protruded, and I had to smile.

"Do you know what I want to do to those nipples of your's, baby?"

"N-no, Daddy." Her face was flushed and her mouth had parted. See, the chase was my baby's favorite part. Well, that and the end result.

"I want to suck and lick these nipples, baby." I pulled her closer so that she stood between my legs and slipped the shoulder of the dress down, not quite enough to show what I was after. Goosebumps blossomed all over her skin, so much so that I could see them, even in the dim lighting. I ran my hands around her hips and grabbed her ass, lifting her up off of the floor and into my lap. Her dress hiked up at the hem, and I could see the little red panties I'd bought for her. I kissed her, her tongue matching me tease for tease as I placed my hand on that red silk and began to massage. She moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arm around my neck. "Or maybe I'd rather lick and suck on my baby's pussy."

"Uhmmm God, Daddy..." she breathed, her hips working gently against my hand. That's all I needed. I lifted her up and laid her back on the couch, our lips still battling it out, my hand dipping under the silk and rubbing her wet pussy.

"My, baby. You're so wet. Is that what Daddy does to you?"

"Oh yes, you always make me wet, Daddy." Grinning, I pushed the dress up further so she could spread her legs for me. Like a good girl, she wrapped those long legs around my shoulders as I dipped down and gave one long lick to her wet pussy. She gasped and raised her hips up to me, her hands gripping the cushion beneath her.

"Someone's horny tonight. Did you touch yourself this morning, like I told you to?" She nodded furiously and I took the opportunity to swirl my tongue around her clit. She arched up into me as I licked, the ball of my tongue ring catching on the hood of her. I loved it when she moaned for me and she loved it when I ate her out. "I'm gonna get my pussy nice and wet for my cock."

"Fuck, Daddy Javi..." Slipping two fingers into her, I worked her pussy slow and I could feel her begin to tighten around them.

"Am I gonna make my baby cum?"

"Yes!" She grabbed my head and worked herself against my mouth and fingers.

"So close, baby. I can feel you starting. You gonna cum in my mouth?"

"Daddy!" She clenched and screamed as I worked my fingers in and out of her, riding her orgasm until she was gasping for air.

I sat back, pulling her with me as I went. She straddled my hips and kissed me deeply as I peeled the top half of her dress down, exposing her perfect tits. I palmed them both and she worked against me, making my already hard cock even harder. Taking her right nipple between my fingers, I rolled and pinched, making it hard again. She breathed hard, her hands on my shoulders, gripping the fabric there.

"Ready again, so soon?"

"God, yes, Daddy. I want to feel that big cock of yours inside me." My baby only asked once. She undid my belt and unzipped my pants, freeing my rock hard cock. Wrapping her hand around it, she worked it up and down and leaned in to whisper "I want Daddy's cock to feel how wet my pussy is."

"What Baby wants, Baby gets." I grabbed her hips and positioned myself so I could enter her slowly. Inch by inch. I groaned at the tightness of her around my cock, her pussy like a pair of vice grips around me.

"Tight, baby." She buried her face in my neck and licked and bit at the skin there, sending chills down my spine. My hands on her, I began to grind her against me. She was tightening again.

"Daddy! I'm gonna cum." she gasped into my ear and a moan left my lips.

"Cum for me, baby." My turn to gasp, she clenched around me and I began to shoot into her, the orgasm unstoppable. She rocked against my hips and I filled her up, her pussy milking every drop out of me. "God, baby."

"Oh my god, that was amazing, Daddy." She slumped against me, sweat beading on her skin.

"You like that, baby?" I asked, pulling my cock out of her and bringing her legs up so she could curl up in my lap.

"Always, Daddy." Followed with a deep kiss to end the night.

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Hey everyone I have a new fic coming in a few hours. It is a Joel Miller version of the recent event that happened in New York, The Pedro Pascal look-alike contest. So instead of the real winner over there. I will be using Joel as the winner for him being Pedro's look-alike.

Now fic it takes an unexpected turn for Joel, who will be changed so it's not all direct from the real winner. I hope you guys will enjoy it.

Hope all that made sense and if you want to be added to the taglist, comment below

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Hello everyone, welcome to my masterlist of Pedro Pascal and his characters.

Do feel free to request anything for further fics of Pedro or his characters

Pedro Pascal

Your Valentine

Lay All Your Love On Me

Pascal Lookalike Contest

Bloodline🩸 Joel x Pedro

More TBA

Joel Miller

Lucky Room 22: Chapt 1 is coming

Frankie Morales

Request coming

Javi Gutierrez

Daddy's Office

Harry Castillo

TBA

Other Pedro's Characters

TBA or comment any requests

Other people's fics

A Rough Sketch by Anonymous on AO3

Light Up My Life (So Blind I Can't See) @dilf-docs

Darlin', Can I Be Your Favorite? By @dilf-docs

The boyfriend act by @capuccinodoll

Lil's Masterlist by @lillaydee

'Swept Way' & Season 2 by @punkshort

Saving What Was Lost by @mermaidgirl30

Fall Into Me by @joelalorian

UNEVEN ODDS & It Could Happen To You by @theetherealbloom

The First Impressions by @tagged-by-trauma

Office Hours by @livyjh

Where It All Starts by @ilovebubblegum

Texas Sun by @from-the-clouds

'With All My Love' by @lonely-ey3s

The Getway Car by @moonlitlilith

Negative Space & Second Sunrise by @rosebuds-and-moonlight

STILL by @joelssimp

Blue by @guess-my-next-obsession

A Daisy through concrete by @canadianfangirl-95

[joelmillerpascal]

Bloodline🩸

Pedro Pascal

Joel Miller

Series Summary: Joel discovers his family isn't true. He's had answers since he was a kid only to piece things together by looks, bloodline that seem to be fake with his family. Only to discover the real truth is bigger than he could imagine.

Chapter 1

P.S. this photo is edited by me

Chapter Summary: starting from the beginning of a life Joel can remember. A family that seems perfect, a family he thinks is his bloodline from birth. // well I can't say no more as I don't want to ruin the first chapter

Series Warning: Joel is 47 / Pedro is 50: Truth reveal, emotional parts, life lost, family searching, mentions of domestic violence, tears, sadness, happiness. New life. // If I missed any tags for the warning throughout this series, please let me know

WC: 1690

I'm not sure if some of this can be true or not, I'm not an expert within searching for families, and so on, but some of it I may have had to improvise and make up so of the story. But that's all about fan-fiction, isn't it. But I want to make your you enjoy this fic

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This chapter focuses on Joel's back story. The beginning of his life to where he is in his life now at 47 as a single father of 16 year old Sarah.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

First Memory

It all started at the place of Joel's birth place, St. David's medical centre, he remembers being placed in the arms that didn't feel like warmth. Hearing a man's voice that didn't feel right, his hands felt rough, unkind. That's when he couldn't stop crying, doctors checking him over in case he was hurt in any way, all he could remember was when those rough hands were on him, he didn't feel safe, he didn't want the man to put his hands on him anymore. But it was a different story when he heard a womans voice. She felt warm, welcoming, and kind. She felt safe. The moment the doctor put him in her arms, the cries stopped, and from that moment, he knew he wanted to stay in the arms of this kind woman, hearing her coo at him with soft and magical words was like living in a fairy tale, all the story didn't make sense but it sent him to a dream land.

While he was placed in a NICU to let the woman rest, well, that's what he thought anyway. He could hear talking between three people, he didn't understand what they were saying, it was all underwater muffles

*

Doc: Sir and Ma'am the baby you tried to give birth to died, we were not able to revive them. But the baby you have over in the NICU he was the only one we could bring back to life, we were told that his original parent were not fit to have him so we have placed him in your hands.

Woman: What do you mean not fit to have him?

Doc: We can not give that information out I'm sorry

Woman: I can't take someone else's baby. What if I don't love him? His bloodline isn't mine

Man: Listen, this is our only shot of having a child. I think we should take him into our care

Woman: No, I can't do it, he's not mine

Doc: Listen ma'am his life will be put into care if a family doesn't take him. He likes you, he trusts you. I believe you will make a bond with this baby

Woman: Okay. I will try. *She sighed*

The woman sobbed as she said those words. She walked back over to him, and she just looked at him and that's when she gave him his first name along with the words "I will look after you Joel".

First Pain

Joel remembers the man he had known as his father for the past 10 years, he learned that his dad was a sheriff, his dad always come home drunk. Joel had a 6 year old brother named Tommy, his brother was afraid of their father when he was drunk. If something didn't go his way, he'd yell at his mom, he remembered stepping in to protect her, but he'd take the beating out on him and Tommy. Mom kept telling him to 'Joel take Tommy to your room, It's okay.' He didn't want to but he did as he was told, so Joel took Tommy to his room and blocked out the noise with a movie, but something wasn't right. His mom didn't fight back. She never told anyone what was happening. She made it seem like they were a happy family when people were around. They'd always ask question about why Tommy and Joel had bruises and cuts, but his dad said always said that boys will be boys, play fighting, and messing around in the woods, but my mom never said a word she was too afraid that he will start with people around so she stood with a smile and agreed with him.

Days after that, he would come one drunk, yelling, Joel yet still stood and protected his mom again even though his body still hurt

No More Pain

One day, the day the beatings stopped, the neighbours heard crying and shouting, the cops were called, but his dad talked his way around them saying the words he always used that Boys will be boys. His dad stopped it. He couldn't risk the moment of being caught.

Joel was 18 years old when he shared his first beer with him. His mom was at her parents' house with Tommy. His dad told him to sit down and have a talk. He came home from work because he heard what happened, and he found out about the pot. It wasn't him that did it, but he had to cover for Tommy. He was the one buying pot from this kid, but the kid tried to rip him off, but Joel saw what happened, and I beat the kid.

"I'm back on patrol in 30 minutes, so talk fast. What happened?" He said, leaning against the counter

"You know what happened"

"Yeah. well, I want to hear it from you"

"I was buying pot from this other kid. He tried to rip me off, and we got into a fight"

"That's what you're going with."

"Okay-" he said but I cut him off

"I'm telling you the truth"

"No. No, you're not, " he started."I think Tommy was buying the drugs, not you. I think you happened to walk by saw what was going on, and started punching." He finished

"Tommy didn't do anything" I said but dad started getting worked up

"I talked to the kid you beat up Joel, and the officer that got called to the scene. I'm not stupid" he paused before starting again "And if you and Tommy weren't my sons you'd both be in juvie right now" he finished.

Joel saw the look in my dad's eyes, that same look that he had before he'd beat on both him and his brother, "You're not going to hurt him" his dad just chuckled and walked over to the fridge. He walked back with two can of beer. He sat down, opened them both, he took a sip, and shortly Joel followed after before his dad started the talk

"Did I ever tell you about that time I stole a candy bar? I was 10. Grandpa found out, made me give it back, and apologise to the cashier. And then we went home just before I got out of the car. Man, it just-" he paused and punched his hand with his fist "Just broke my jaw. There was blood everywhere. Grandma thought I was dead. My mouth was wired shut for two months. Everybody knew why. It was humiliating"

"You know what it feels like. Then why?"

"That's not why I'm telling you this." He paused and took a breath "Okay. Yeah. I hit you, and I hit Tommy. " his voice cracked with a breath "But never like that. Not even close. I mean, maybe I go too far. I- I don't know. I- I don't know" Joel could see a tear coming out of his eyes but his dad slowly stopped them "but I'm doing a little better than my father did."

He put his head down and scratched his forehead to stop Joel from seeing his eyes. But then he looked up. "You know, when it's your turn. I hope you do a little better than me, " he finished and then stood up, wiping his tears as he picked up his sheriff's hat. He places his hand on Joel shoulder and then walks out to head back to his shift.

After the talk, Joel really looked into my father's eyes and looked at his face. Joel didn't say anything, but the moment the door closed, he started sobbing as he mumbled to myself 'Yeah I will do better than you'. Joel put his hands over his face and ended the whole talk right there.

Sarah

At 32, Joel became a single father to his 1 year daughter, Sarah. It was tough for him to raise a baby by himself. He had support from his family, mostly his mom and Tommy. He didn't fully trust his father because of his memory of the past. He was always cautious when his dad picked up Sarah every so often. Joel was always eyeing his every move, being the protective father that he is, just like he was with his mom and Tommy.

Years went by Sarah had turned 10, and Joel remained a single father to daughter. He didn't trust anyone after Sarah mom walked out on them 4 months after she was born. She said she didn't want her daughter, which broke Joel because after the time when their love was strong, she kept telling him that she wanted kids, that she's never felt any sure of it in her life, that she's willing to share that moment with Joel. It all warmed his heart until she broke it. So he remained single and wasn't looking. The only love of his life is his own daughter. Nobody was changing that.

A few days after Sarah 10th birthday, Joel invited his family round for dinner as a late birthday gathering for his daughter. They all sat down, and food was scattered on the table so everyone could help themselves. As they did, Joel parents asked Sarah how her birthday adventures were with her dad, so she started blabbering on about every ride she went on, all the sweets she had, all the fun running and playing with the other kids, then that day she dragged her dad to do this crystal ball thing "the woman said she could tell me my like story" she said as she continued, "and then I told dad to do one"

"What did yours say?" Joel mom asked him

He didn't say anything for a while because he did quite fully understand it himself, but from some of what he understood, he stared at his father, still not saying anything but but for the first time Joel's dad dropped his head

After a while, Joel half stood leaned half of the table mutterind the words in his deep voice "I may not understand the truth now. But I will in the future. That's a promise"

To Be Continued

The next chapter will continue from where I left off here, but it will flick to Pedro's life, too.

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[dilf-docs]

Okay after seeing all the pictures in Cannes. Can you write where pedro is spotted at Cannes airport with a mystery woman, and then she shows up to Cannes film festival with him and then again the next day at the photocall and the Eddington press conference. One reporter asks pedro about the mystery woman and by the end of the day the Internet blows up about pedro's new girlfriend.

Go wild as you wish. Surprise me like last time 😁😁😁😁

hi best friend 😤 enjoy ur req !! love pedro in cannes, real shit

[joelmillerpascal]

Bloodline🩸 Series masterlist

Series Summary: Joel discovers his family isn't true. He's had answers since he was a kid only to piece things together by looks, bloodline that seem to be fake with his family. Only to discover the real truth is bigger than he could imagine.

Series Warning: Joel is 47 / Pedro is 50: Truth reveal, emotional parts, life lost, family searching, mentions of domestic violence, tears, sadness, happiness. New life. // If I missed any tags for the warning throughout this series, please let me know

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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