#my pedro lives au

[acewithapaintbrush]

I did a thing

This is very fragmented and a little trippy and I don't know where and if I will take this anywhere but I blacked out and woke up to this so enjoy? I guess?

This is based on this post, an AU of my Pedro lives AU where Pedro doesn't find the Encanto on his own but Bruno has a vision pre-movie and sets out alone to find the man and bring him home. Or at least he tries to go alone

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The harbingers of the vision that will change everything have followed Bruno all day, painting the walls of his home 

(the little hole in the wall he has scurried away to like one of his rats because he is a coward because he is weak and he only calls it home because what else is there to keep him going what else can he call it that won't make him just give up just give in just end it all) 

a greenish tint because the hated color has pressed in on him on all sides, invading the corners of his gaze with its sickly glow. He's tried keeping it back, hasn't wanted to deal with the headache. Hasn't wanted to deal with the heartache of knowing but not acting. Of seeing something and instead of springing into action hiding away, pressing his forehead against the wall, knocking his fist against that same wall until the knuckles are bloody, until the urge to tell someone goes away. 

1-2-3-4-5

1-2-3-4-5

Come on, come on, you can't do anything anyway. No one wants you to do anything. All the times you have tried they have sent you away until you simply stayed away. This is what they have always wanted, this is what you always wanted, just peace and quiet and loneliness and fear and hopelessness. 

1-2-3-4-5

Once upon a time it was 1-2-3-4, but he can barely remember the last time he didn't need the 5. And one day it will be 1-2-3-4-5-6 and then 7 and then 8 and one day he will keep knocking and knocking and knocking until his hands are nothing but stumps, skin and bones scraped off and whittled to nothing and-

Bruno shakes his head, shakes the thoughts right out of his brain and presses a hand against his temple as if to block off a hole where they might creep back in. 

He doesn't have time for spiralling thoughts right now. He has to move. 

For the first time in years upon years he won't just watch, he will also act.

Because this vision is different. No amount of knocking will be enough to ignore this one. 

It starts easy enough. A group of men and women, young and old, walking through the undergrowth. They are carrying so much it seems like they have all of their worldly possessions with them. An escape maybe, but not like his mother has told them an escape should be. There is no fear or rush. No crying or agitated voices urging everyone to hurry up. They are just walking, one step in front of the other, chatting and sometimes even stopping to take a look around. 

Surely not an escape. Surely just people relocating, looking for a new home without any desperation. 

Why is his gift showing him this? This is clearly taking place outside of the Encanto, what does he care for foreigners who will just walk right by them, in and out of the story with no significance to the plot, with no role to play in the tragedy drama comedy musical that is their lives? 

But then a woman shifts to the right and behind her there is a man, very old, but still tall, still carrying his load with no signs of fatigue. He is chatting with a young boy, he is laughing, holding his face into the sun and-

The vision ends there but Bruno knows. Despite the short glimpse, he just knows! 

It's a lesser known side effect of his gift, the way he comes out of the vision with more than just the images on a slab of green glass but also with knowledge. 

How he sees someone being lowered into a grave and despite not seeing how it happens just knowing that it was an illness. 

How he sees nothing more than the image of a woman throwing her husband out of the house and just knowing that it's because of the seamstress. 

Or how he sees an old man and knows, despite everything telling him that it's impossible, despite the fact that the man should be is supposed to be dead. 

Bruno just knows that the man in the vision is his father. 

And he knows that if he doesn't act immediately, he will never see him again. The group will pass them by and never come this way again. They will settle down miles away, build up their lives anew and the man who is his father will die there of old age without ever spending one second thinking about the weird valley they passed by all those years ago. 

So Bruno finally acts. He packs a small bag, grabs his thickest ruana and makes sure his rats have enough food to last them a few days. He is doing all of this in a sort of weird trance. In his head he is screaming and panicking, but the  movements of his body are slow and methodical, his hands are steady and his footsteps are decisive and confident. They echo in the walls of Casita as he leaves his home for the first time in almost ten years. He pushes away a panel and steps into the night. If he leaves now, he will make it just in time to cut off the travelers in a few days. 

He doesn't know what he will do then, what he will do once he stands in front of his father, but if he thinks about that moment too hard he might yet still fall to his knees and not get back up again. 

The panel slips shut behind him and he thinks he hears it slide up and down a few more times than it should. It's probably the wind, but he likes to imagine that it's Casita, wishing him luck. 

"Godspeed my friend. Come back safe." 

Here is where he makes the first mistake of many on this journey to come: He doesn't immediately leave. He stops after about 20 feet and glances one last time back at Casita. 

The windows are dark, everyone still asleep. The sun won't be up for a few hours yet, but there is still a muted flicker in the upper most window. 

The candle. 

His mother. 

Bruno falters. Should he really do this alone? Bruno, the black sheep of the family? The weirdo? The bad omen? Shouldn't he wake his sisters and his mother and tell them what he saw, what they have to do? 

But will they even believe him, after all these years? And even if they did, will they trust him to know what he is doing? Won't waking them and explaining things just take too much time? They might miss the group. An opportunity of a lifetime, gone forever because Bruno once again couldn't put into words what he needed to say to convince his family. 

And isn't this the perfect opportunity to get their forgiveness? Bruno, coming home with the long lost father. Bruno, not a bad omen at all but their hero, like in those stories. Returning with the missing piece, reuniting lovers, making the family whole again. 

Maybe even saving the family? 

Bruno squares his thin shoulders and knocks against his head. Only four times, because four is when things were still kinda okay and they can be okay again. He'll make sure of it. 

"I'm gonna save the family." he whispers to himself. 

"Tio Bruno?" 

For ten years he has only seen Mirabel through cracks in the walls, quick glimpses stolen here and there when he was feeling especially lonely, when the longing for his family grew and grew and grew until he could scarcely breathe without choking on a sob. 

But even without those glimpses he would have recognized her immediately. She looks just like her mother and not just her looks. There is that same determined glint in her eyes, the same upturned chin when she decides she is going to be stubborn, the same crossed arms and tapping foot. She is shocked by this unexpected encounter, he can tell, but she has heard him and she can see his bag and the heavy ruana meant for traveling and she is a smart girl, has always been a smart girl. 

Things just got a lot more complicated. 

[k-chips]

It’s that time of the year! The time where I take old (very old and random) doodle I made and actually do something with them! XD

Just saying, this was supposed to be for Father’s Day 💀 lol

[demigoddessqueens]

secret admirer

A/N — Can’t believe I’m writing for a one-time sketch character but it’s a Pedro character and 🤣😆 I just adored him

Summary: Mr. Ben receives an unlikely gift from a…secret admirer?

Tagging @loveforfandomsstuff

Pairing - Mr Ben x new teacher!reader

Valentine’s Day was always hectic at the school. Students clamoring to pass out their gifts and cards, teasing, and the overflowing heaps of discarded candy wrappers.

But it brought a smile to Ben’s face seeing the students enjoy themselves. Reminded him of back when he was young and in love….

Amidst all the chaos, Ben noticed his phone vibrating in his pocket. Fishing out, he saw a message from a number he didn’t recognize yet along with its following musical fancam attachment.

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

Here’s to hopefully talking to you soon

Adoringly,

Your secret admirer

At that, Ben quickly alerted his students about the imposing message.

“Class, what did I say since our last assembly about these…fancams? Who sent this?”

“Not me!” “Who, Mr. Ben??” “Mr Ben has a secret admirer?!?” “Who’s the lucky one??”

As you were rushing by to handle your next class of students, you heard the commotion coming from Mr. Ben’s home room along with a quick glance of his blushing face.

You tried your best to hide the growing smile on your heated cheeks as you walked on. Given that this was your first year as a teacher here, you were quickly smitten with such a man.

He was a kind man, a good listener and always made you laugh in the teacher’s lounge, and sat by you at the assemblies. Granted, you wanted to take things a bit further, and maybe this was the spark you needed.

[jomiddlemarch]

let’s call this a win-win

33 hours, 2009 miles, 27 Chicken McNuggets, 2 mint Oreo Blizzards, one ill-fated round of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall.

It was a fucking miracle the truck hadn’t broken down on the way.

“It was a fucking miracle the truck didn’t break down—” Joel said, pulling out Sarah’s floral quilted duffle bag first from the pile of luggage. The last few miles through the woods, he’d muttered his mother’s favorite prayer to St. Christopher and to Tommy’s mechanic friend Al. They were close enough to walk but that was not how he wanted to arrive, especially when he imagined what it would take to keep his daughter from a sugar-crash induced meltdown trudging through the forest.

“Dad! Language,” Sarah scolded, stretching out the a in Dad for maximum guilt-tripping. She had to uncross her arms to take the bag from him but she kept her cherry Chapsticked lips pursed. Despite his fatigue and the ache in his lower back from the crappy motel mattress, he couldn’t help grinning at her expression, her ribbon-tied pigtails, her carefully curated tank top and jean shorts.

“Put it on my tab,” he said. “The curse jar’s going to pay for your college and study abroad at this rate, not just those boots you want so badly.”

“I need those boots,” Sarah said.

“Save that for Uncle Tommy. He’s a soft touch,” Joel said. He took a look around the parking lot. Packed dirt overlaid with gravel, it was ringed by towering pine trees, the cabins of the camp hidden from view. There were a couple of non-descript sedans, a shiny black minivan with far too many bells and whistles, and two other pick-ups, both in better condition than his. No vanity plates though, which he took as a good sign. He got the rest of their bags out and slung his guitar case over his back. He’d been told to head to the main lodge to meet the camp’s director but a woman was already walking towards them, so he nodded to Sarah to stay put.

“Welcome to Camp Firefly. I’m Meghan Williams, the camp nurse, it’s nice to meet you.” She extended her hand to shake and Joel was relieved that her grasp was warm and properly firm but not intended to suggest she’d break anything. She wore drab cargo pants and hiking boots, her dark hair tied back and covered with a red bandana, and had a sturdy, reliable calmness about her that offset her relative slightness. She was not much bigger than Sarah, who was tall for her age, but who had, after all, just turned eleven two weeks ago.

“Likewise,” Joel said. “My name’s Joel Miller, I’m working maintenance, and this is my daughter, Sarah, she’s in bunk 3.”

“That’s great—my niece Ellie’s also in bunk 3. It’s her first summer here, maybe you can show her the ropes, Sarah,” Meghan said.

“It’s my first summer here too, but I’ve been at sleepaway before,” Sarah said, honesty warring with the self-importance that she used to offset her anxiety, a state she had been in approximately 80% of the time since she turned 11. “I went to Girl Scout sleepaway last year for two weeks. They had a lake there too.”

“You’re a veteran then. You can make sure she doesn’t set anything on fire when you make s’mores. Ellie’s a menace in the kitchen, God help us all when she’s got access to a campfire,” Meghan replied, smiling warmly. Her expression shifted to rueful when she turned back to face Joel. “Maintenance, huh? Marlene didn’t let you know?”

“Camp director Marlene? Let me know what?” Joel said. He and Marlene weren’t close, it was Tommy who had suggested to her Joel might work over the summer with Sarah going for free as part of the payment, but Joel didn’t see how she could’ve hired someone else and not told him before he’d driven halfway across the country with his little girl. Still, shittier things had happened and he started planning what he’d say to Sarah because he and her mom sure as hell couldn’t pay for her to go to the camp on their own and he couldn’t expect to land a job in the Middle of Nowhere, New Hampshire overnight. The higher rate for her mom’s gig as a travel nurse was going toward keeping her Grandma Denise in her apartment, money Joel didn’t begrudge his ex. They’d had an amicable enough split and they kept it that way by not bitching at each other about their finances or new relationships, not that Joel had much happening in either category.

“You’re not working maintenance. Or, not just maintenance. Gary, the guy who was supposed to be the woodshop counselor, backed out at the last minute, so Marlene’s kind of drafted you to take over. She said you worked construction, so you can help the kids make whatever they make in woodshop,” Meghan explained. Joel must have looked somewhere between blank and dubious. He felt that way. “On the plus side, you were going to share a cabin with Gary, so now you have the place to yourself. I heard he was a slob, but that might have been something someone said to make you feel like you’re coming out further ahead, since Marlene didn’t mention she’d be paying you more and she’s basically a card on the table kind of person, so I wouldn’t bet on a bigger paycheck, just the extra space.”

“That’s it?” Joel said. 

He wasn’t even sure himself what he was questioning—the extra work, the extra space, Marlene basically deputizing a stranger to tell him and avoiding his justifiable anger.

“For now. I think. Though you’ll probably get asked to play your guitar if you’re good enough to bring your own with you for the summer,” Meghan said. “No lessons, just campfire songs, folk songs, a little bit country, a little rock n’ roll—”

“No show tunes,” Joel interrupted. He liked this Meghan, her humor and her easiness with Sarah, her lack of vanity evident in the cargo pants, her sense of whimsy in the red bandana. Still, it was possible what he’d intended as banter had come out as gruff, shutting her down instead of picking up where she left off. “It’s just—”

“I get it. A man has to draw the line somewhere,” Meghan said. “Bunk 3 isn’t too far, I could show you the way there if you’ve got all your stuff. Sarah can meet Ellie and wait for the other girls to get in,” Meghan said.

Joel nodded and Sarah nearly bounced in agreement. They walked quietly through the woods, Sarah rendered speechless either by the intense greenness of the forest or the imminent meeting with Ellie and any other campers who’d arrived. Meghan didn’t appear to feel a need to fill up the time with small talk, though she did point out the path that led down to the dock and the sharply peaked roof of the main lodge. There was a clearing that showed the lake, laid out like a mirror, the pines and the cloudless sky redoubled, a pair of red kayaks making a cheerful splash of color on the distant shore. Sarah glanced at him, her eyes wide, and Joel smiled at her. This was why he’d driven cross-country in the truck that had seen far, far better days, why he was going to spend the summer dealing with rotting floorboards and teaching kids to make what, maybe some birdhouses, and whatever else Marlene decided he was going to do, probably dish up in the kitchen and if Meghan was right, lead the singalongs. They’d been at Camp Firefly for under an hour and it was already worth it.

“That’s the main campfire site,” Meghan said, pointing to a sizable ring of smoke-stained stones surrounded by grass matted down by hundreds of campers. There were a few white Adirondack chairs clustered together and a low, broad slab of rock Joel would pick to sit on if he had the guitar on his lap. “I’ll be sure to spread the word—no show tunes!”

“You’re not going to play ‘Hernando’s Hideaway?’ That’s your favorite,” Sarah said, blowing his cover. He shrugged and Meghan chuckled. 

“My favorite’s ‘Make Believe,’ but ‘Hernando’s’ a close second,” Joel said. 

“Gaylord Ravenal in the flesh,” Meghan said, winning some real points. Secret points because otherwise he’d have to admit how much he liked Broadway musicals. The next step would be disclosing that he’d always wanted to try out for the lead in the high school show but had been too busy at his after-school job that helped pay the family’s electric bill to be able to swing it.

“I can hold my own with his part. But I make a mean Magnolia Hawks,” Joel said.

“We’ve only got a lake, not a river. But it’s a big one,” Meghan said. 

“Dad, are you going to talk here all day?” Sarah said, this time stretching out all day long enough to make him shake his head and Meghan roll her eyes in amused commiseration.

“That’s Bunk 3,” Meghan said, gesturing over to an unremarkable log cabin that somehow managed to suggest a certain cheery impishness. That might have been the little face in the window, brown braids topped with a blue bandana fashioned into sort of a headband. “And that, as you may have guessed, is Ellie, holding down the fort. Sarah, why don’t you head in? Your counselor should be along in a bit. I’ll make sure your dad doesn’t get lost on the way to his cabin.” 

“Okay, yeah, Love you, Dad, bye!” Sarah said, making a beeline to the cabin’s front door and opening it after the briefest pause.

“I don’t need you to walk me to the cabin,” Joel said once they were standing there alone, the moment of watching the Bunk 3 door closing having past, leaving them as two adults just awkwardly near each other. At least, he felt awkward, laden down with bags, his lower back twinging again, suddenly unable to keep the frustration with Marlene from his expression, all out of small talk, not that he ever had much. He probably sounded rude to Meghan, he’d been rude to her, dismissive, especially when he didn’t exactly know the way to the cabin he and Gary had been assigned, but he couldn’t bring himself to apologize.

“It’s on my way,” Meghan said. “And quite frankly, you don’t know where the hell you’re going so you do need me to walk you there. I’ll let Marlene know you’re settling in and you’d like a word with her before dinner. It’s at 6.”

She started walking, her boots’ tread audible on the leafmeal in the absence of any conversation, and Joel followed her. She was right after all. 

“I owe you an apology,” Joel finally managed to say. He looked her straight in the eye, there was that. Hers were a greyish green, darker than he’d thought when he’d first looked at her.

“No, you don’t. And I’ve never had one owed that was any good,” she said. “Relax. You didn’t offend me, not really, and I work in healthcare, I’m used to people mouthing off when they’re stressed. That’s before you add in dealing with my niece 24/7.”

“Don’t you get to be the fun auntie? She still gives you a hard time?” Joel asked. Sarah and Tommy got along like a house afire, as the saying went, largely because Tommy had never once said no to her and also never came to the Joel’s place without a bag of gummi bears that Sarah didn’t have to share with anyone. And a Barbie. He’d thought she’d tell him to stop when she turned 11, but she’d opened up Olympic Gymnast Barbie with the same degree of excited greed she’d brought to every other doll, secured more tightly in the pink box than whatever the hell they kept in Fort Knox these days. 

“I’m not the fun auntie, I’m all she’s got,” Meghan said. “I was 17 when my sister died when Ellie was a baby, her dad was never in the picture, it got really complicated for a while with the state, and you didn’t ask to hear any of this. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Joel said. “I get complicated. Plus, now we’re even—we both tried to apologize and neither one of us would accept it.”

“I guess that’s good,” Meghan said. “That’s your cabin, right there,” she added, pointing to a small building nestled right up against a pair of pines. 

“Good enough,” Joel said. 

[junosaccount]

Spoiler art for A Place for Crows (to rest their feet) under the cut...

"I'm proud of you." Pedro says. He's wanted to say it for so long, so he says it again. "I'm so proud of you."

A Place for Crows (to rest their feet), chapter 13, by @acewithapaintbrush​

[cannibalthoughts]

They were at the river.

[ID: Young Alma clutching the newborn triplets and sobbing on the riverbank in the moment between when Pedro is cut down and when the miracle forms]

“I asked my Pedro for a miracle. Mirabel, he sent me you.”

I imagine the Madrigals wondered how the miracle worked, especially the triplets who experienced all of it as an unexplored frontier they were all together in. But how it happened? They take for granted that Pedro gave them the miracle when he died at the river, because Alma believes it without doubt or hesitation. Any alternative implies that Pedro could have lived, but didn’t, and the tragedy of that is too immense to hold.

So when the triplets turned five, and their doors appeared, and suddenly they had powers, it was because they were given a miracle at the river, by the father who knew them for less than a day. A gift for their entire lives, from the father who wouldn’t get to be there.

And then they got another surprise when Isabela turned five.

[link to tweet]

So, extra-canon word is that the two miracles originate from Alma and from Mirabel. I don’t think Alma realizes this: that in a way, she downplays her own importance and impact on those around her (including her sometimes careless words). They were given a miracle, and they must earn it, because she can’t believe that she is already worthy of their home, their safety, and Pedro’s sacrifice. And like him, and their home and safety together, it can all be taken away at any moment.

[ID: Alma helping haul stone to build a new house in town]

This woman is 75. It’s not only her expectations of the rest of the family; Alma has been living “earn the miracle” for fifty years. It cost her Pedro, so she strives to be worth that. She was powerless and lost everything, so now she must exert control. If that control slips, they will be vulnerable again.

Except the magic came from her love all along.

Anyway: Pedro lives AU 100% canon possible

[mistydemorrow]

When Pedro lost his wife and was given a miracle in her place, he swore, that no matter the cost to himself, he would protect his family from any harm. The gifts that were given to his children and grandchildren were ways he could ensure that they stayed safe. When Mirabel didn't get a gift, he didn't give a second thought to the safety of the candle. All he could think about was how his little mariposa was left without this invaluable protection. So he did what any sane, loving abuelo would do. He spent every spare moment of his time making sure Mirabel was out of any kind of danger.

Or, he tries to. But there's such thing as too much attention, and the family works together to give him both peace of mind and themselves the freedom they all so desperately crave.

Inspired by theangelofangst on tumblr.

[dittobooty]

I ended up inking that Pedro lives AU because even though I'm sleepy I couldn't stop thinking about him

[julietas-basil]

You know how you got alma seeing julieta with hickeys in your ask box what if Pedro was the one alive and the one who saw julieta with those i feel like he would have been more calm even teasing her a bit and became friends with Agustín also teasing him that would result on julieta saying an annoyed "pa..."

Alma is a mother with ethics and is pretty much protective like any mother !

Compared to Pedro tho...

Pedro is a father that is open to talk about anything,knowing how love works! Just like you said anon ❤

Pedro would definately reassure Julieta to approach agustin and their love since he knew that his eldest daughter wasn't very open about her experiences...

He would absolutely attempt to support her and even mock her as the best and cool dad he is ☺

Julieta is trying to hide while her papa leans in for a supportive hug

[fivefeetfangirl]

choosing exchange universities based on where the nearest spn con is

[runningwithscizzorz]

what are your current LMK Au‘s :))))))) ?

Let me think…

An AU where all the demon and heavenly characters in LMK go completely insane, lost to time and become lifeless husks only capable of bursts of celestial power and foggily recalling their beings and responsibilities

An AU with Mac as Pedro Pas- I mean- Joel, and Bai He is Ellie in a winter apocalypse

An AU where Mac brings Bai He to the bus stop for school everyday and takes care of her and grows closer to her

An Au where LMK is a live action show and all the characters are just actors and do silly blooper shenanigans together

A Whisper of the Heart AU where Mei is Shizuku, RedSon is Seiji, and Wukong is Nishi

An AU where it's literally just Monsters Inc but Wukong is Sulley, Nezha is Mike, MK is Boo, Mac is Randall (even tho I think Peng suits him better), PIF is Roz, and Azure is Waternoose

A Perfect Blue AU where MK is slowly disassociating between his monkey form and his actual self (I never did anything with it, it's just one of my favorite movies)

[acewithapaintbrush]

Hi there! Just let me say, "A Place For Crows" is one of my favorite fics ever, and I've read quite a lot of them. It is truly a masterpiece in all senses. And you are an absolutely amazing writer. I also would like to ask something about that fic: does the family of the boy Julieta couldn't save and Pepa's former best friend hold a grudge against them or something? I know it's very specific!

I see you in my notifs all the time and your message made me so happy I sat down and wrote this for you. I hope you enjoy!

TW FOR DEALING WITH THE DEATH OF A CHILD AND GRIEF AND A LITTLE BIT OF SELF HARM! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Julieta worries at her blisters. She pulls at the skin and pushes against the sore edges. She needs to stop aggravating them, some of them have started bleeding recently. But she can't seem to stop. 

Bruno says he understands. Bruno says she needs to stop making herself bleed cause that will surely get the adults' attention and that's something she definitely doesn't want. She needs to find another way, maybe knocking or chanting or something. 

He talks like he speaks from experience. 

But Julieta likes the reminder, the little sting in her fingers. Everytime her thoughts stray from cooking, from working, she pulls and it reminds her. 

Her own food doesn't work on them. It makes things easier, but it also scares her. Her cooking has always worked, no matter how small the injury, but for some reason her blisters remain. 

Is her gift getting weaker? Has she forsaken it with her childish behavior? 

Is her sin too great? 

Her mother hasn't noticed the state of her fingers yet. She is too busy comforting others, rallying neighbor's to help the grieving family. 

Helping with the funeral.

They have talked about the incident. Just once. The day after Juli had decided that she didn't want to cook or bake that day and had instead followed her siblings to the river outside of the village to play. The day after a boy had fallen out of a tree and suffered horrendous injuries.  The day after their mother had frantically searched cupboards for any food and then ran through the village, screaming Julieta's name, soon joined by others. 

The day after Julieta had come home, sunburnt and laughing and carefree. 

Too late. 

"It was an accident." Her mother had said, sitting on the bed next to a shell-shocked little girl. "It was an accident and it's in the past. But we can never let this happen again. Do you understand? We need to be prepared for things like this. You need to be prepared, Julieta. Your gift is so important. You can't- We can't let it go to waste. Do you understand?"

Julieta understands. She hasn't stopped baking ever since. All day, every day. Sometimes her mother watches her for a few minutes from the doorway and for a moment it looks like she wants to say something, but she never does. Just nods approvingly and moves on. 

Julieta keeps baking. She heals every scratch and every stubbed toe. Maybe if she uses her gift better, maybe if she saves someone this time, her mother will talk to her again and tell her what she has surely simply forgotten to tell her the first time and what Juli desperately needs to hear. 

'It was not your fault.'

Her hands are covered in blisters and they don't heal. 

But it's alright. There are more important wounds to heal

Julieta stands in the house of the boy she let die, a basket full of pastries clutched in her hands. She clenches the handle tight, feels the rough wicker wood bite into her sores. 

Her mother is arguing with the father. The family wants to leave the Encanto. Too many bad memories here. They want to burn the body and take the ashes with them. 

"If you leave, you might never be able to come back!" 

The father looks at Alma as if he can't understand why he should care. 

But at least he looks at her. He hasn't once looked at Juli, averts his eyes at all cost. She might as well not be here. Juli feels invisible. Wishes her mother hadn't told her to come. 

Her mother sends her outside to the garden where the wife is. Tells her to bring her some of the pastries. 

"She doesn't look well. I'm sure they can help." 

Julieta wants to refuse. This feels like a punishment. This feels cruel, sending her out there. 

But her pastries might help. 

It's her job to help. 

So she goes outside. The mother is sitting on a bench, her back to Juli. Her long hair dances in the wind and her shoulders are slumped. The black dress and black mourning shawl look like a wound in the otherwise colorful garden. Like all life has been sucked out of that one spot. 

Julieta approaches on silent feet and places the basket on the bench next to the mother. She stays behind her, can't bear to look at her face. The woman doesn't react. 

"I have brought you some food." 

Julieta's voice cracks on the last word. What was her mother thinking, sending her out here with food of all things? It must feel like such a mockery to the poor woman. 

It feels more and more like a punishment to Juli. And she deserves it, doesn't she? Maybe her mother didn't forget at all. 

It was her fault. 

The woman doesn't turn around, just hums under her breath. A haunting sound. 

"Thank you."  Her voice is flat. No emotion. Except maybe anger. Surely anger. 

Julieta wants to leave. She doesn't want to look at this shell of a woman one second longer. But the 'Thank you' is like a slap to the face. It strangles her. Makes her see dark spots and makes her head spin. 

"I'm sorry!" she blurts, too abrupt, too loud. The mother flinches and Julieta feels awful. She scratches at her blisters, feels them break open again. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I never should have gone to play. I just wanted to go play with my brother and sister and I-" 

She can see the mother slowly turn towards her and Julieta quickly closes her eyes before she can clearly see her face. The brief glimpse of sunken eyes and chapped lips was enough. 

"I should have been here. I should have been prepared and I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I never should have left for the river and I-" 

A hand strokes her cheek. Julieta doesn't dare open her eyes. The touch is soft and warm, but she is still scared to open her eyes and see hatred and condemnation on that grief-stricken face. Only when a thumb brushes away a single tear does Juli realize that she's started to cry a little. 

"Little Julieta." The woman says and her voice is nothing more than a scratchy whisper, carried away by the wind. "Oh Juli. Don't cry. Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault." 

Juli freezes for a second, but then she is sobbing, big heaving sobs that shake her entire body. She reaches upwards and clutches at the hand still on her cheek. The blisters on her hands hurt and the mother must feel them, the ragged edges and sore spots. The mother pulls her closer and the little girl collapses against her and gets pulled even more and suddenly Juli has crawled half into the woman's lap and holds on to her dark shawl as if her life depends on it. She must be spreading tears and snot all over it and oh, what if mother sees her like this? What will she say? What will she do? 

But she can't stop. Is afraid she'll never be able to stop. 

"Dear child." The mother sounds exhausted, but there is also steel in the words that follow. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't!" 

"If I hadn't played that day. If I hadn't -" 

"I have told my Lou a hundred times not to climb that tree. Have told him a hundred times that the branches higher up are not strong enough to hold him." She sighs. It ruffles the top of Julieta's hair. "I have scolded and punished and pleaded. And he still decided to climb it again that day. Because he is- he was a child. And children play. They play and they laugh and they don't think that anything bad could ever happen to them. And that's how it should be, for children. They shouldn't have to worry about-" She chokes on her tears, holds Julieta a little bit tighter. "I don't blame him for being a child. Why would I blame you for the same? For playing? How old are you again, dear?"

"Seven." Juli mumbles into her chest. 

"Just seven." The mother whispers. Forlorn. "Two years younger than my Lou. And already so much on your shoulders. So much guilt." She presses her cheek against the crown of Juli's head and her next words are so quiet, Julieta is not even sure she was supposed to hear them. "Sometimes I wonder about this miracle. About these gifts. Sometimes I wonder if they aren't actually a curse." 

Julieta holds very still. She doesn't want to ask what she means, doesn't want clarification. 

Doesn't want to defend the miracle. 

Doesn't know if she can, right now. 

So she holds still and pretends she didn't hear and maybe the mother believes her or she is just too tired to keep the conversation going. They lapse into silence and it feels like an eternity before Julieta can hear her Mama calling her from inside the house. She immediately pushes herself away from the comforting embrace and tries to dry her tears. 

The mother watches her out of sad eyes and then reaches inside the small basket. The pastry she holds out to Julieta is still warm and the child stares at it as the adult rises to her feet, impossible slowly. 

"Eat that." She says and takes the basket. Her voice is flat again, but this time Julieta understands that she is not angry. She is just tired. So tired. "Farewell Julieta Madrigal. I wish you all the best." 

Julieta doesn't say anything as the woman goes back inside the house. She stares at the pastry and at her blisters and feels the wind in her hair. 

"It was not my fault." she says. 

She doesn't quite believe it. Not yet. 

But the mother of the boy who has played without a care and who is now dead believes it and maybe that is enough. For now. 

She takes a bite and her blisters still don't heal but they stop hurting. 

*****

As for Pepa, I might write something for her too and upload them together to ao3, we'll see

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sweet creature

requested: hello!! could you please write about domestic fluff with one of pedro's characters! i know you may have to make it an AU/change his character a bit but I would love love love to see some fluffy dad!Joel. Thank you so much!

warnings: jackson era, dad!Joel, mentions of birth/pregnancy complications, pure pure fluff!

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Turning over in bed, you wake up, not really knowing why you can’t simply stay asleep. The space of the bed surrounding you feels icy and vacant, and when you reach over to cuddle up with Joel's body heat, you realize why you’re chilled and awake: he’s not there beside you. 

Sighing, you rotate back over and push yourself up just enough to look over into the bathroom, but he’s not there, either. You start to worry as you turn your head back to let your eyes scan the darkness of the room. 

Finally, your eyes land on Joel, in a cross-legged seated position and looking at your sleeping son through the bars of the crib. You smile and slide out of bed quietly, taking the few steps over to the newborn and his father.

“Joel,” you whisper, letting your hands fall on your husband’s shoulders. 

The tiny baby is sleeping deeply and contently in his crib, handmade by Tommy and Maria as a gift; the steady rise and fall of his little belly is so comforting to watch and the sound of his little snores could easily soothe you both back to sleep.

“Hm,” Joel murmurs, turning his head just enough so that he can place a kiss on your knuckles. You squeeze his shoulders just a bit, then move your hands to run them through his hair, starting at the crown of his forehead and sweeping your hands through his soft, silvery locks to the back of his head.

“What are you doing?” you ask in a whisper, sinking down to his level, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear and situating yourself behind him. You wrap your arms around his torso so that your front is pressed against his back and you rest your cheek on the back of his shoulder.

“Just… watchin’ him,” he sighs after a long moment of silence, leaning back into a cross-legged sitting position, yourself.

You crawl around to sit beside him, linking your arm through his and resting your head on his shoulder, directing your own attention to your sleeping son. At only one week old, he's such a tiny little thing, and it's so peaceful to watch him sleep. 

“Hey. You should be sleeping, Mama,” Joel then whispers, kissing the side of your head. 

“And so should you, Papa,” you nudge him softly, and you can see in your peripherals the minuscule smile that drapes onto his lips at the sound of that name in your voice.

You had first heard him use the word to refer to himself while talking to the baby after changing him out of his soiled diaper the first night back home from the Jackson hospital. Joel jumped out of bed to take care of the crying infant, insisting you stayed in bed as much as possible to fully recover.

He thought you were sleeping while he took the freshly cleaned baby to the living room and talked gently to him as he fell back asleep in his father’s arms. Ever since hearing that name Joel had used for himself, it stuck. Seeing him with your precious son, you couldn't imagine referring to him as anything else. 

Slowly, you turn your head to look up at him and you’re met with his tired eyes and sleepy smile. You know he’ll stay awake simply watching baby Oliver sleep for hours and hours on end if you don’t make him go to sleep yourself.

“Nah,” he silently clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “I’m fine.”

“Honey, those circles under your eyes say differently,” you contradict, running your hand across his cheek and tracing your finger delicately underneath his soft, honeyed eyes. 

The dad life has already physically started to take effect on him. His luscious beard has grown past the length where he normally would trim it, much to your liking, and there’s those small grey patches of hair shimmering on his chin that you love oh so much. 

His voice has a different, calmer rasp to it now; it could be from all the coffee and not enough water he’s been drinking to stay awake, what with patrol shifts scattered in with the night shifts he’s on here at home, but it also could be him getting used to lulling his son to sleep just with his voice. 

And those golden eyes have a new sparkle to them, but they are accompanied by dark bags from a lack of sleep. Everything about him is softer, more domestic, and you can’t get enough of him.

“You have to sleep, too,” you remind him, letting your fingers tangle in his hair.

“I can’t sleep, Darlin’,” he refuses again quietly.

“Why not?” you ask, moving your hand back down to caress his face which is contorted with a heartbroken expression. 

“I just can’t. Not with the image of our baby hooked up to those tubes still lingerin’ in my head… his poor little body being poked and prodded… I just can’t. I can’t sleep when the thought of Oliver fightin’ for his little life is still at the forefront of my mind,” he rasps.

“But he’s doing so well now, though, Joel. You know that. He’s at a healthy weight, he’s nursing well, and last week’s checkup went perfectly. Joel, the doctors would let us know if they were concerned about him,” you reason softly, letting your fingers scratch lightly at his beard. 

“I know. I know. I just… God, I was so scared,” his trembling voice breaks. “For him and for you. When they took him away from us right after he was born. He was-- he is still so small and so helpless. Bringing a baby into this world and making you go through all that you did… Darlin’, the idea of losing him or you… or both of you, I just-"

“Joel,” you interrupt him, keeping one hand on his cheek and placing your other on his neck. “Take a deep breath for me,” you encourage, and after a second of just staring at you, he finally takes in a long, controlled drag of air. 

“That’s it,” you coo. “Honey, he’s healthy now. He’s home now. We’re all home now. And we’re together. And nothing’s gonna happen to us, okay?”

“Okay,” he repeats, then pauses, then leans in to kiss you sweetly. Pulling apart just enough to look you in the eyes, he speaks up again. “I never wanna be apart from him. I never wanna be apart from you. I love you so much, (Y/n),”

“I love you, too, Joel,” you say, rubbing the tip of your nose against his. “Let’s go back to bed, hm?”

And he nods in agreement, helping you to stand and leading you to bed where the two of you slip back under the warmth of the covers and almost instantly cuddle up together. You lay your head on his chest and he begins rubbing your back, making sure you’re comfortable above all else. 

“He’s going to grow up to be just like you,” you whisper, letting your fingers dance over his arm. “I just know it.”

“Nah,” he whispers back, mumbling into the top of your head. “He’s gonna be so much better than me.”

“Joel, can you grab me a diaper from the shelf?” you call out, weak and sleep-deprived. 

Your husband ambles on over from the bed with the prized possession in clutch, placing a firm yet gentle hand on his squirmy eight month old son’s tummy to hold him in place as he steals your spot standing at the changing table.

“Let me,” he mumbles to you sweetly, kissing your cheek, and you can feel that lush beard tickle your skin. 

“It’s okay, Joel, I can--”

“Back to bed, Darlin’,” he insists quietly, taking over the job of changing your infant son out of his soiled diaper. You fall back into bed, tired and worried, and Joel is quick to complete his task and hurry back over to you with chubby Oliver in his arms; eight months into being a father again and he's already mastered diaper changes. He settles into bed next to you, both of you now sitting up against the headboard.

“It’s just a tummy bug. Doctor said it’s nothin’ to worry about,” he whispers, leaning into you so that you’re looking over his shoulder at the (now happily sleeping) baby in his arms. 

“The doctor isn’t the one changing his diapers,” you refute with a frown.

“He’ll be just fine, Darlin’. Sarah…” he mutters quietly, and you know when you hear that name leave his lips, you’re about to hear something very meaningful to him. “She caught bugs like this all the time when she was this age. The little ones… they’re just more susceptible to it. But they get over it quick. Just like the doctor said Ollie would.”

“I know,” you sigh and nod, knowing Joel’s right. You know how scared he was at the thought of you going through pregnancy and giving birth in this world, and you also know he’s experienced this all before, so he has much knowledge - and trauma - from his past. You take every word that he shares with you like it’s precious treasure. 

“Then try your best not to worry yourself too much for me, hm, Darlin’?” he reaches over to caress your cheek.

“I just can’t help but think about how miserable he must feel. Not being able to explicitly tell us how he’s feeling,” you explain, resting your head on Joel’s shoulder to peer down at your son in his broad arms.

“You mean you don’t speak fluent eight-month-old screams?” he teases in a quiet voice, finally getting you to smile. “He’s just gotta get this through his system. This happens to every baby ever. And Oliver Thomas Miller is a tough one. He takes after you, Mama.”

“Takes after both of us,” you continue smiling as Joel leans in to delicately kiss you. “Now put him back in his crib before he wakes up again,” you chuckle silently after pulling away. 

Joel smoothly gets out of bed and places Oliver back into his crib where his gentle baby-snores continue before stalking back to your shared bed and slinking under the covers with you. And it’s not long before sleep takes over both of you exhausted parents. 

The next morning is the first in a while that you don’t wake up to your crying son, or the movement of Joel getting out of bed before sunrise to leave for patrol. Instead, your eyes open to your husband, fluffy hair still mussed from the night and eyes still soft and sleepy. He’s holding your giggly, smiley son just over your face. 

“Say, good mornin’, Mama,” Joel greets playfully in the voice he uses to speak to your son, and Oliver rests his little hand on your cheek. 

“Good morning, baby,” you chuckle lightly, kissing his tiny hand.

“Say, I’m hungry, Mama,” Joel continues his antics, letting Oliver smoosh his face into yours with an incoherent gurgle.

“How about breakfast then, hm boys?” you crack a smile, sitting up in bed and grabbing your son from your husband. 

“Good morning, Mama,” Joel then says in his normal voice, leaning over to kiss you sweetly. 

“Good morning, you goof,” you smile into his lips, then pull apart slowly to get out of bed. 

The three of you trudge sleepily down the stairs and into the kitchen where Joel takes Oliver back from you and slides him into his highchair. You start to make breakfast and Joel works on getting something in Oliver’s tummy. 

Joel grabs a banana and peels it slowly in front of Oliver while talking to him, his big brown eyes watching his father’s every move. Joel lets Oliver gnaw on the chilled fruit to sooth the single bottom tooth that’s beginning to cut. He’s holding it for Oliver and his little hand is wrapped around his father’s in the cutest way, but Joel just can’t stop chuckling at the mess he’s making.

“What are you doing?” you ask, looking over your shoulder to see Joel’s cheeks flushed pink with amusement as his son drools all over his hand. 

“He really likes his banana,” Joel laughs, bouncing the baby on his knee.

“I’m glad he’s eating,” you smile. 

“He’s probably over the bug already,” Joel points out, and seeing the way Oliver’s eating so well and how his cheeks are back to their usual shade, you think you agree with him. 

A few minutes later, you’re serving breakfast for you and Joel, but a little certain someone starts to fuss in his high chair, probably wanting to sit in yours or Joel’s lap while you eat. Joel scoops up the baby and sets him in his lap, and Oliver’s little hand immediately reaches into the food on Joel’s plate. 

“I can take him if you want,” you chuckle.

“It’s okay. You need to eat,” he assures you with a smile “Besides, you wanna sit with Papa, don’t you, Buddy?” he coos to Oliver. He gurgles and shoves some of his dad’s scrambled eggs into his mouth. 

“Yep. He’s definitely over the bug,” you nod and giggle, watching the two lights of your life laugh uncontrollably at each other. 

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illicit affairs

Summary: Stranded in an airport hotel because of hurricane warning, you snatch the last hotel room for the following two nights, not knowing that these two nights would change your life forever. You meet Joel and spend every moment you can with him until he leaves you in the middle of the night the day you both had to go back home. Months later, heartbroken and pregnant from a man you hadn’t even exchanged last names with, you go back to your hometown to meet your mother’s new boyfriend, not knowing it’s Joel.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader // Joel Miller x fem. readers mother

Wordcount: 6.7k

Rating: E

Warnings: no outbreak AU, meet cute, age gap (around twenty years, but it’s not specified) flirting, kissing, smut (oral f receiving, protected sex, unprotected sex, so much sex) accidental pregnancy, angst, vomiting, fluff, heartbreak

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this fic that turned into a little beast

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You weren’t particularly looking forward to the next three days. 

Not that you didn’t love your mother. You were happy for her. After your father died almost eight years ago she deserved to be happy again. To be loved by someone. 

You just had a weird feeling about this trip, and you couldn’t say exactly why.

You had moved back to Austin for a couple of months after your father died. You had been between jobs and while you did not particularly enjoy the summer heat of Texas, or living in your childhood room, you were glad you had been there for your mother. 

You only took the job that had been offered you in Seattle because she told you that it was time. That she was okay. That it was time to live your life. You only left because you knew your brother Sean was moving back to Austin to start his new job in the weeks after you left. 

„Have you met her new man yet?“ You asked Sean as you sat in the passenger seat of his car. 

Thankfully he had offered his guest bedroom for your three day stay. Not that you wouldn’t like staying with your mom, but you were pretty sure you could not hide the fact that you had gotten pregnant from a stranger four months ago from her, when you would be staying with her 24/7. 

Your brother was a bit more… oblivious. 

You weren’t showing yet, and even though you knew you had to tell your family at some point, you weren’t ready to do it right now. 

You wondered when you were ready to tell them, but that was a problem for next week you, who could lock herself into her apartment back home in Seattle. 

Of course you knew this wouldn’t just go away, but additionally to the fact that you had gotten pregnant, you had no way of contacting the father, leaving you as a single mom. 

You only knew his first name. You didn’t get a chance to learn more about him. 

You closed your eyes, letting your head fall against the window of Sean’s car. 

„I haven’t met him. I only know he has a Construction company with his brother. That’s how mom and him met,“ he said. You nodded. 

„She seems happy. I hope he’s nice,“ you sighed.

„What about you? Someone in your life I need to have a big brother talk with?“ He asked and you scoffed. 

„I found out that all men are assholes,“ you rolled your eyes and Sean laughed. 

„Could have told you that before,“ he grinned and you punched his arm and he winced with a dramatic ouch. 

„Anyway. No men. Might get a cat,“ and a baby you added in your head. 

„I’m allergic to cats,“ he reminded you. 

„Remind me how that is my problem?“

It was a nice neighbourhood Sean drove his car through, looking for the address your mother gave you. It was a typical suburban neighbourhood. 

Kids playing on the front lawn. 

A men washing his car. 

Women who took care of the little garden that wasn’t burnt by the sun yet. 

Fuck, you forgot how hot Texas was during the summer. 

„Here we are,“ Sean hummed and you followed his gaze as he parked the car in the driveway of a two story home behind a black pick up truck. Your mothers Honda was standing parked next to it. 

You gave yourself a moment to gather your thoughts while you looked at the house. 

It was a nice house. You could see that someone was keeping it maintained and loved. There was a big tree with a swing outside and you wondered if the man had kids too. Before you could look closer at the house the front door opened and your mother stepped out, a big smile on her face. 

„Here goes nothing,“ Sean said and you shook your head with a small smile before you opened the door. 

Arms were wrapped around you almost the moment you stepped out of the car, your mother pulling you in a tight hug. 

„My baby,“ she whispered against your ear and you smiled, wrapping your arms around her.

„Hi mom,“ you said, suddenly overwhelmed by your emotions as you fought down the tears. She kissed your cheek before she looked at you with a warm smile. 

„I missed you,“ she said.

„Missed you too,“ you mumbled and she squeezed you softly.

„What about me?“ Sean interrupted and you rolled your eyes. 

„What about you?“ Your mother asked with a grin. 

„Didn’t you miss your son?“ He poured and you shook your head with a laugh.

„I saw you yesterday. I brought you and John leftover lasagna,“ your mother reminded him and he shrugged before he hugged her too. 

You took a moment to look around the neighbourhood when you heard the door behind you open again. 

„Come on. Joel has been grilling steaks in the backyard. They’re to die for,“ your mother said and you allowed yourself a moment to close your eyes as you heard the name. 

The last time you heard it, it was you who said it, moaned it. He had you pressed against the mattress, thrusting deeply into you, whispering filth into your ear…

You shook your head. Not the time. 

„Kids, I want you to meet Joel Miller,“ your mother took your hand and you turned around with a welcoming smile that froze as your eyes landed on the man in front of you. Dark familiar brown eyes finding yours. His eyes widened for a second before he looked away from you, holding his hand out for your brother to shake. 

You blinked your eyes a couple times, trying to make him disappear. It couldn’t be him. There was no way that this was….

Your mothers arm sneaked around his waist, his arm around her shoulders. You saw him take a deep breath before he turned his body towards you, holding his hand out for you to shake. 

„And this is my daughter,“ your mother introduced you with your name and you were hoping that whatever you were feeling right now was not showing on your face. 

As if on autopilot you pulled your hand up to meet his, your whole body reacting to his touch as his hand squeezed yours, fighting down the thoughts of how this hand touched you the last time you were close to each other. 

„Nice to meet you,“ he said and you gulped, meeting his eyes. 

„Nice to meet you too, Joel.“

Five-ish months earlier

It was pure luck that you got a hotel room for the night. Your flight back home to Seattle had been canceled due to a hurricane warning and you had rushed to the first airport hotel in Phoenix, the airport you had been stranded on on your way back from New York. 

Of course you had no idea some kind of construction job fair networking event thing was held at exactly this hotel for the whole weekend. Though it did explain the price of the room.

You ignored the absurd price tag to the last room you were able to get, making your way with the keycard in hand towards the elevator that would bring you to the 11th floor where you room was. 

Waiting in front of the elevator you let your eyes wander through the impressive foyer before the doors of the elevator in front of you opened. You gripped your suitcase before you looked up again, meeting the eyes of the man who was stepping out of the elevator. 

He gave you a small smile, holding the elevator for you, as he stepped out. 

You swallowed slowly, giving him a thankful smile, walking past him into the elevator. Your eyes slipped close as you smelled his aftershave, your back turned towards him before you turned around, facing him. He was still standing in front of you. He was taller than you, dressed completely in black, dark jeans with a black dress shirt tucked into his pants. The first buttons of his shirt were opened, the sleeves rolled back over his tanned muscular forearms, the ends of a black tattoo just so visible on his arm, making you wonder what exactly it was. 

He was by all means one of the most attractive men you had ever seen in your life.

And at least twenty years older than you. 

There was an amused smile on his lips as as your eyes finally landed on his, having of course noticed you checking him out. 

You felt your cheeks warming as his dark eyes looked at you. 

„Thank you,“ you blurted out and he raised his eyebrows. 

„For holding the elevator,“ you clarified, feeling stupid. So fucking stupid. 

You took a deep breath, which was a dumb idea because he and his aftershave had been in this elevator before and it was mouthwatering. Raising your hand you pushed the button for the eleventh floor. 

„You’re welcome,“ he said and fuck, even his voice was sexy. 

He was about to say more when someone clapped on his shoulder. 

"Come on Joel. Let’s get some drinks,“ a man said to, dressed similar. 

The last thing you saw from the man you know knew was named Joel were his eyes on you, winking, as the elevator closed. 

While your initial plain consisted of ordering room service and watching the Bachelor until you fell asleep, one phone call with your best friend after making it to the hotel room left you getting your little black dress out (well not so little, but it was one of the nicer dresses you owned) and putting some light make up on. 

You couldn’t exactly explain what it was that you were doing, but deep down you knew you would regret not going down to the bar and maybe finding that man, Joel, again. Even if you would only look at him from afar like a creepy stalker. 

You never made the first step and your best friend made the very logical point that if you embarrassed yourself for some reason, you would never see the man again. 

Nervously talking a last look into the mirror you walked out of the bathroom, switching the lights off. 

Sitting down on your bed you took a deep breath. 

What were you doing?

You did not know this man. You haven’t even really talked to him. He was older than you. And probably married. Or a serial killer. Not that you had a chance with someone who looked like that. You would probably humiliate yourself, chasing after some guy who was just trying to be nice to a stranger. 

„Why am I like this?“ You whined, letting yourself fall back against the bed. 

Closing your eyes you tried to relax.

You could do this. You never went for what you wanted. And you wanted him. 

„One drink,“ you said to yourself before you got up from the bed, got your heels on and walked out of your room. 

You had just gotten your first drink when you felt someone sit down next to you. A shy smile sneaked onto your face, because before you had even looked at the man sitting next to you, you had smelled his aftershave. 

He was already looking at you when you finally turned towards him. 

„Mind if I sit here?“ He asked and your smile widened. 

„Not at all,“ you said.

„Joel,“ you gasped, your head falling back against the door of your room he had pressed you against. 

Not even in your wildest dreams did you imagine this outcome when you decided to get down to the bar. You didn’t even think he was really interested. But the more you talked, the closer you got. His warmth against your side as your feet ran up his thigh when he told you about his work. About his life. 

About how he hasn’t stopped thinking about what you might look like when you came. 

„So fucking pretty,“ he hummed before his lips crashed down on yours. One of his hands pinning your arms over your head against the door while his other hand pushed your skirt slowly up, his fingers running up your thigh. 

„Fuck,“ you moaned, your legs already shaking and he hadn’t even touched you really yet. 

His lips wandered down your throat and you could feel him smile against your skin, his teeth carefully nibbling at your skin as his hand slipped between your legs, finding your drenched. 

„You gonna let me eat this pussy?“ He hummed and you groaned. 

„Please,“ you gasped. He chuckled, his finger slowly pushing your panties aside. 

„Bet you taste delicious,“ he grinned before his head dipped between your breasts. He kissed the top of them, inhaling deeply. 

„Smell so fucking good,“ he hummed. He let go of his grip around your wrist but you kept them up. 

„Good girl,“ he hummed and kissed you. 

„Want you to get naked for me and lay down on your bed, can you do that for me?“ he asked. You licked your lips, nodding your head. 

You hooked your fingers into the straps of your dress, slowly pushing them down your shoulder, Joel’s dark eyes following your every move. His finger still slowly swiping through your pussy. 

Reaching around you unhooked your bra, your eyes on him, slipping it down your arms, letting it fall to the ground. 

His jaw tensed, his eyes taking you in. 

He took a step back from you, his touch leaving you and you slipped your dress down your body, your panties too. 

Stepping out of them you walked slowly towards the bed, getting out of your heels but he stopped you. 

„Keep them on,“ he grunted and you nodded with a small grin. 

Walking past him towards your bed your sat down, slipping back until you were sitting in the middle of the bed, completely naked, safe for your heels. 

„So fucking pretty,“ Joel said, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe he was here right now. You let your eyes wander down his broad body, your mouth salivating when you noticed the prominent outline of his cock through his dark jeans. 

„Spread those legs for me,“ he said and you tilted your head up to look into his eyes. 

The way he looked at you made you feel incredibly sexy, confident, powerful. 

Slowly you angled your legs, letting them fall open for him. 

He sucked his bottom lip in, just look at your pussy that was so wet you were sure you were dripping onto the sheets beneath you. 

„God fucking damn,“ he groaned and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. 

Your greedy eyes took in every inch of skin he revealed to your eyes, dying to run your hands and tongue over his broad chest. He carefully slipped his shirt from his upper body, taking great care to hang it over the back of a chair. 

When he turned back towards you, seeing your amused expression he shrugged. 

„Need to wear that again tomorrow. Can’t have your pussy all over it,“ he explained nonchalantly.  

„On my face on the other hand….“ he winked before he slowly joined you on the bed, laying down on his chest right between your legs. 

His lips kissed up your inner thigh, his beard deliciously scratching over your skin the closer he got to where you were dripping for him. 

Your eyes followed his every move, his dark eyes fixed on you as you saw his lip part, leaning in. You felt his tongue dip into your slit, licking up, teasing your clit all while he moaned as if he just tasted heaven. 

„Fucking knew it,“ he groaned. His arms slipped around your upper thighs, pulling you against his mouth, before dove in. Driving you positively insane with his wicked tongue as he slowly but surely brought you to what you would later would find out, first orgasm of the night. 

Your fingers were wrapped around the soft strands of his hair as he held you down, licking into you until you came undone, crying out in pleasure as your orgasm left you gasping for air. 

He cleaned you with his tongue, carefully, as you tried to normalise your breathing and heart rate. When he was finished he just looked up at you, his cheek resting on your thigh, his chin glistening with you.

„Better than I imagined,“ he whispered, kissing your thigh.

„Huh?“ You asked confused. 

He grinned. 

„Your face when you cum,“ he winked and you flushed, warmth spreading over your whole body. 

Sitting yourself up you reached for him, pulling him up until he was laying on top of you, your hands in his hair as you pulled him towards you, kissing him deeply. You wrapped your legs around his back, wanting him closer. 

He moaned against your lips, his tongue dipping into your mouth. 

„I want you to fuck me,“ you whispered against his lips. 

„I intend to. As often as you let me,“ he hummed back, kissing you again. 

He grabbed a pillow when he parted from you, pushing it under your hips before he got up from the bed, getting out of his jeans and boxers. You couldn’t help but bite your lip when you saw his cock for the first time. 

Dying to have him inside of you but….

„Joel,“ you said softly and he looked at you. 

„It’s been some time…. Years and I…“ you suddenly felt shy, not knowing how to carry on. 

He grabbed something before he slowly sat down on the bed. He came to rest on his side, right next to you. 

„We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,“ he promised, his hand on your cheek. You turned to your side, looking at him.

„I want to. I just want you to know that it’s been a while and well… you’re fucking huge,“ you shrugged with a awkward laugh. He chuckled, his fingers on your chin tilting it up, so you had to look at him. 

„You may be surprised, but I don’t do this often either,“ he said and while your first reaction was to scoff and not believe him, his expression remained honest and open and you believed him. 

Slowly your brought one of your hands up to rest on his warm chest, right against his heart feeling it beat. 

„Okay,“ you whispered and leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him as he kissed you. One of his legs came between yours, his thigh meeting your pussy, making you gasp. 

You just kissed for a while, touching, getting familiar with each other before he slowly turned you so you were back to laying on your back, him hovering over you. 

He parted form your lips, reaching for a condom and you realised that this must have been what he grabbed earlier. He gave you a sheepish smile as he ripped the package open, sitting himself up so he could slip the condom on. 

„Thought you might get lucky huh?“ You teased and he grinned. 

„Hoped,“ he clarified, lining himself up the tip of his cock slipping into you without any resistance. 

„For the record, I have an IUD,“ you said and his eyes darkened but he shrugged his shoulders. 

„Better safe than sorry,“ he winked before he slowly sank into you. 

Sex with Joel was not like anything you ever experienced before. 

He watched your face for any expression, slowing down when he noticed discomfort. He took his time learning what you liked, his sole goal for when he was in your room being your pleasure. 

He told you that he was here for this construction congress thing, but whenever he did not have to work or shake hands he was with you. 

You didn’t talk about what you were doing. You were living in the moment, not thinking of what would happen once Monday came and you both had to leave this hotel and get back into your life’s.

He only had made one rule. 

Not to catch any feelings. 

Which you thought you could do.

But he was just so… fucking perfect. At least the version of him you got to spend time with.

It was not even the sex, which was positively mind-blowing, mind you. It was the moments after when he held you and told you about his hobbies. About his company. About his life. Always keeping it vague, never saying anything about where he was from. 

Much like you. 

On Saturday morning before he had to go to get to a meeting he had you in the shower, your body pressed against the shower wall as he fucked into your from behind, hard, leaving you to moan so loudly when you came that you were sure you would get a noise complaint. 

It was the only time he fucked you without a condom and came inside of you.

You never had this much sex and it had never ever been this good before. 

Maybe it was because he was older, maybe it was because there was something more….

You hadn’t talked about an after. 

After the sex.

After falling asleep in each others arms. 

After the conference. 

You didn’t have a chance to talk about a potential after when you woke up Monday morning at 3:22 am, finding the bed next to you cold. 

At first you thought he was in the bathroom but after a couple of minutes and no sound coming from the room, you sat yourself up, turning the lamp on the bedside table on. 

You could still feel his cum that had dried on your stomach hours before, when you found a note from him on the bedside table that said

Thank you

Two months later you found out you were pregnant.

Now

He has been ignoring you. 

Which was making you even angrier, because you did nothing wrong. 

You were sitting with your mother on the backyard patio enjoying some iced tea, watching your brother and Joel at the grill. 

You had learned all the important stuff about Joel from your mother in the last ten minutes.

He was forty five, six years younger than your mom, but still much older than you. He had a daughter whose name was Sarah. She was twenty seven, living in Dallas and working as a doctor, about to be married next spring. 

You were just nodding along, frankly overwhelmed with the situation. 

You had sex with your mothers boyfriend. 

Yes, you didn’t know it back then, and you had verified with your mother when they met each other, they only started dating after that weekend you had spend with him. 

But you had slept with him. 

You were pregnant from him. 

You were pregnant with your mothers boyfriends child. 

„Are you okay?“ You mother asked. You almost jumped, your ice tea spilling a little.

„Sorry. A little tired. Work is busy,“ you lied. 

„I’m so proud of you baby. My little girl is going places,“ she smiled and you smiled back. Thankfully your brother sat down next to her, involving her in a conversation. It gave you the chance to sneak away into the house to find the bathroom. 

You walked by a wall of pictures. Joel was in many of them and the man you had seen back in Phoenix was there too. 

You smiled when you saw a younger version of Joel next to a girl that looked so much like him. You saw her grow up through the pictures on the wall. You could see that Joel was a proud dad. Always next to her at the milestones of her life. 

For some reason it made you tear up, your hand coming to rest over your stomach, the bump barely there. 

Your child would never have this. 

They would never have a loving father who was there every single day, for every milestone in their life. 

You couldn’t do that to your mother. She was clearly in love with him. 

But maybe you were in love with him too. 

No man had made you feel like Joel did before. Yes you had some relationships, even one where you could see yourself getting married before it ended. 

But Joel….

The things he made you feel in that hotel room were like nothing you had ever felt before. And not just sexually. You felt safe with him. You felt comfortable with him, even when you were both quiet and just enjoying the moment. 

You thought it was just a stupid crush at first. Because of the way you met and how it ended. 

You couldn’t fall in love with someone you had only known for three days, right?

But against all odds you did, and you had made your peace with it. 

You could even understand him leaving you in the middle of the night. 

He had told you that he was single and not married. And you believed him. You were much younger than him, which would make this… thing between the two of you most likely not have a future anyway. And long distance was not something that was easy. 

You made every excuse in the books for him. 

But standing here in his house, looking at his life, all you felt was sadness. 

Sadness over what you wouldn’t have. 

Why did it have to be him?

„Your mother and your brother left to get ice cream for dessert,“ Joel’s voice made you jump. You hadn’t even heard him come in. Nodding you walked away from this wall of memories, to search for the bathroom your mother had shown your earlier. 

You felt sick. 

Joel called your name from behind but you shook your head, almost running, but not getting far when you felt his hand wrap around your wrist, making you stop. 

„Joel, please…“ you whispered, your eyes closed, taking deep breaths. 

„We have to talk. I…“

But you didn’t hear what he said next because the next hing you knew was you vomiting all over his shoes. 

And then… nothing.

Your head was pounding when you came back to. You could hear voices as if they talked through cotton. 

Groaning you brought your hand up, rubbing it over your temple. 

Fuck. 

You vomited all over Joel and then you….

You passed out?

One hand came to rest over your stomach, your eyes blinking open in panic. 

Were you okay? Was your baby okay? What the fuck happened?

„Hey honey. Slow down. Joel said you passed out?“ You felt your mother take your hand. You were laying on the couch, wondering how you got there. 

A million thoughts went through your head, but on the forefront was your worry about your baby. The baby no one knew about.

You were close to hyperventilating when you felt a hand on your back, soothingly rubbing up and down your spine, guiding you to take deep breaths, his voice soothing you almost instantly. 

Your mother was still holding your hand, looking worriedly at you when you turned your head to look at Joel. He was so close you could smell him.

Tears sprang into your eyes as you looked away from him to your mom. 

„I need to see a doctor,“ you whispered and your mother softly squeezed your hand, Joel’s hand on your back stopping. 

„Are you in pain?“ She asked alarmed. You shook your head. 

„No. But…“ you gulped, looking quickly to Joel before you looked back at your mother. 

„I need to check if the baby is okay,“ you began to cry, your eyes closing, missing the reaction of the people kneeling next to you. 

„Baby?“ Your mother asked. You sucked your bottom lip in, nodding slowly before your eyes opened. 

You saw the tears in your mothers eyes, surprise clearly in her face before she leaned in and hugged you softly, kissing your cheek, your eyes meeting Joel’s whose eyes were fixed on you, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed as if he was trying to figure something out. 

He wasn’t stupid. 

You told him that first night that it had been years since you had been with someone before him. You had no reason to lie to him, not that he knew that. 

His eyes widened when you kept looking at him, clearly having made the math. 

Your mother looked at you with a warm smile. 

„You have to tell me everything. But lets get you to see a doctor first.“

Faith really must have a field day today with you. 

Joel drove you and your mother to the next hospital, your brother having to leave to pick up his boyfriend from work. He made you promise to call once you knew everything was okay. He would be waiting for you at his place. 

And now you were in the maternity wing, waiting for the doctor to come and make an ultrasound to check if everything was okay. 

With Joel waiting with you in the room, as far away from you as he could be without leaving. 

Your mother was trying to get in touch with your doctor back in Seattle, leaving Joel with you to wait. 

Joel hadn’t said a single word to you since you left his house. You felt his eyes on you but you were stubbornly looking everywhere but at him. 

This was not how you planned this. 

Then again, you had never planned this situation, had you?

You thought you would never see Joel again. You were starting to make your peace with that fact. Not only having gotten pregnant by a man whose last name you didn’t even know, no but falling in love with the same man. 

How could you have predicted that you would meet him again like that?

If you allowed yourself to dream about running into him again, it was definitely not while meeting him as your moms new boyfriend. 

The door opened and you looked up, your eyes meeting Joels for a second before you saw an older woman walk in, a warm smile on her face. 

„I read that you passed out today?“ She asked after she introduced herself. 

„Yeah,“ you nodded. 

She sat down on the chair next to the table you were laying on, looking through the file your mother had filled out for your while you had waited. 

„Anything in particular happened before you passed out?“ She asked and your eyes briefly met Joels before you looked at her. 

„Might be a combination of stress and the weather? I am not used to the heat anymore,“ you have her a shy smile. 

She nodded at you, setting the file down. 

„I can see that your blood pressure is a little high, but that’s not too bad yet. Let’s check on the baby, shall we?“ She asked and you nodded. 

Your pulled your shirt up and she warned you softly that this would be a little cold as she put the gel onto your stomach. You winced a little and she winked at you before she reached for the wand. 

„Is this dad?“ She asked you before she looked at Joel. 

You looked at him for the first time then. Really looked at him. His whole body was tensed, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his gaze on you, but it felt like he was looking through you. 

Though his eyes did find yours when he heard the question, probably wondering what you would say. 

And even if you would want to tell the truth, you had to talk to him first. 

So you shook your head before you looked at the doctor again. 

„Just a friend of my mom. She should be here any minute,“ you said and the doctor nodded. 

It took a little while before the heartbeat of your child filled the room. You looked at the monitor, smiling relieved as you saw the little blob, your baby, on the screen. 

„It looks like everything is just fine,“ the Doctor said and you shakily breathed out. She smiled softly at you, clicking some buttons on the machine and you just kept looking at your baby, oblivious to Joel having made his way over to you to take a closer look. 

„You’re at 17 weeks and the little bean looks as healthy as it can be. I want you to take it a little easier. Make sure to take some breaks and if you’re not used to the heat, maybe stay indoors. Where is home?“ She asked

„Seattle,“ you said and she sighed. 

„Too much rain for me. But I can understand why this all was a little much for you here. To be on the safe side, see your Doctor once you get back for a check up,“ she said. You nodded. Her head tilted up and you followed her gaze, surprised to find Joel standing next to you, his eyes fixed on the screen with an unreadable expression. 

„Do you want me to print out a copy for your mom?“ The doctor asked. You nodded, your eyes still fixed on Joel. 

„Can I get three copies maybe? My mom, me and…“ you gulped, „for the father?“ You looked away from Joel as his head turned to look at you. 

The doctor smiled at you. 

„Of course.“

And while she worked, the heartbeat of your baby still filling the empty room you allowed yourself to look at Joel who had tears in his eyes as he looked at you.

Your mother hadn’t stopped asking questions on the whole way back from the hospital. 

„Why didn’t you tell me?“

„I would have eventually.“

„Do you have a boyfriend?“

„No.“

„Who is the father?“

„He’s not in the picture.“

„Why?“

„Because.“

You could feel Joel’s eyes on you the whole way back to your brother, your head stubbornly turned towards the window, watching the Austin Landscape fly by. 

„Are you happy?“ Your mother asked as the truck parked in front of your brothers house. 

It was a good question. Were you happy?

The situation was a mess. It was… straight out of a soap opera but much more complicated. 

But apart from that? You becoming a mom?

„Yeah. I am happy,“ you answered. 

„Then I am happy for you. Gosh, I’m gonna be a Grandma!“ She smiled and you chuckled. 

„Yeah. You are.“

„Are you gonna move back here?“ She asked. You shook your head. 

„I don’t think so. I like Seattle. I have all my friends there and my job,“ you looked at her. She had turned in her seat so she could look at you. 

„I understand. And I don’t want to talk you into something, I know you have a great support system in Seattle. But… you have one here too. Sean would never say it, but he misses you deeply. And you know I would love to see you more,“ she reached over to squeeze your arms softly. 

„Mom…“ you sighed.

„I know. I just wanted to say it,“ you looked away from her, looking at Joel for a moment who hadn’t said anything since leaving the hospital. 

„I’ll get out of your hair. Sorry for all this mess today,“ you said.

„It’s perfectly fine. I’ll walk you to the door,“ your mother said, already getting out of the car, throwing the door closed behind her. You took a deep breath, still looking at Joel as you reached for the third copy of the sonogram, having written your phone number on the back of it. 

Without saying a word, you put it face down on the armrest at the front seat before you got out of the car and walked to your brothers house. 

You did not really expect Joel to call you, but you were still left disappointed. 

Not that you could not understand him. 

He was probably as overwhelmed with the whole situation as you were. But you wanted to talk to him. You had to talk to him. You had a long talk with your brother when you got to his place. You had told him about meeting this man while you were stranded at the airport and how you spend three days with him in your bed. You told him that the rule was to just live in the moment and enjoy the time you had together, but that it left you heartbroken when he just disappeared in the middle of the night, nowhere to be found. 

You also told him that somehow even though you had an IUD and he used condoms every single time but that one time in the shower, that the man had still managed to get you pregnant. 

Sean held you while you talked. His boyfriend John sitting across from you. 

„Sounds to me like you fell for him,“ John said and you groaned. 

„I know. So fucking stupid. How can you fall in love with a man you know nothing about?“ You whined.

„Well you may not know much about him. But you clearly clicked on some way. If he had been looking for a quick fuck, he would have left after the first time you had sex. But he came back to you. Probably until he had to leave himself. And you said he was older. Maybe he didn’t see a future,“ John said. 

„Or maybe he was married,“ your brother grunted and you punched him lightly in the stomach.

„What? You don’t know for certain if he was,“ he argued.

You sat there in silence for a couple of minutes. 

„You have no way of contacting the guy?“ Sean asked softly. 

You could lie. But you wanted to tell someone, and you knew your brother would keep your secret if you asked him. 

So you told him. 

„I do now,“ you whispered.

„What do you mean?“ He asked. 

„You gonna hate me,“ you closed your eyes, hiding against his chest. 

„I can’t hate you. You’re my favourite little sister,“ he teased and you laughed quietly. 

„I am your only sister,“ you reminded him and he shrugged. 

You sucked your bottom lip in, nibbling on it. 

„It was Joel,“ you whispered, feeling your brother tense next to you. 

„I met him almost five months ago in Phoenix. It was before he even met mom,“ you sobbed quietly. His arms tightened around you and you felt him release a long breath. 

„Well fuck. That’s….“ He began.

„A fucking mess?“ you helped.

„You could say that.“

A moment of quiet passed before John said. 

„Did he say anything?“ John asked and you turned your head, resting your cheek on your brothers chest as you opened your eyes to look at his boyfriend.

„Didn’t really get the chance to talk. First I vomited all over him and then mom was always there. I…. Did sneak him my number. So… I hope he calls,“ you said.

„I can talk to him,“ your brother offered but you shook your head. 

„If he doesn’t contact me, his message will be clear. And I have to move on somehow…“

„Do you think you can? Even if you stay in Seattle. Imagine him and mom stay together or get married. He’ll be around all the time. You would see him every time you come and visit.“

„I don’t know,“ you whispered. 

Sean sighed. 

„We gonna figure this out. But not today. It’s been a long day for you. Let’s get you to bed.“

Your mother came over for breakfast the next day, insisting to spend more time with you before you would leave. 

She made excuses for Joel who had to go to work on a construction site. You didn’t really care. 

You hadn’t slept the whole night, you just wanted to go home. 

To erase the last twenty four hours and live in blissful denial. 

It was afternoon when she left, promising to come and see you the next morning before your brother dropped you off at the airport. 

And she did. With a gift basket for mothers to be, bringing tears to your eyes. 

She made you promise to call more, hugging you goodbye when Sean said it was time to get you to the airport. 

You left Austin on a 11am flight. 

And Joel did not call.

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Fics that Live in My Mind, Rent Free (Pedro's Version) - Part 2

Welp! It seems there are link and tag limits? Who knew? Not this newb 😂😂 When I said that I've read so many good fanfics, I really meant it. Again, below the cut is a continuation of the list of some of my fave Pedro character fanfics that I've read on this site - ones I think about and revisit often. These are all fics I should have/would have reblogged if only I wasn't so weirdly nervous about it; in 2024 we will muster up some courage and reblog (it will be slow, probably, but I promise I will be trying!). This is a good time for me to also say that one of the reasons I am motivated to step out of my comfort zone on this is because of the genuine joy every comment/reblog/like has brought me this year as a new writer - thank you all from the bottom of my heart for the kind reception on anything I have ever posted. 🥹 ilysm 😘

Anyways, we press forward (Part 1 of Rent Free PPCU fics can be found here):

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian, GOAT)

Of Shadows and Roses by @the-scandalorian (Bodyguard!Din x Royalty!Reader)

All Mine by @mellowswriting (Possessive!Din after Reader uses herself as bait)

Narcissus by @bits-and-babs (Armour/mirror sex)

Looking out for you by @beskarandblasters (Jealous!Din after Reader uses herself as bait)

Cherry Liqueur by @decembermidnight (Reader teases Mando in public)

Breaking in the New House by @beskarandblasters (I love Husband!Din and Wife!Reader fics)

Javier Pena (Narcos)

Sweet Dreams by @javiscigarette (Javi can't sleep)

Phone Sex...amiright? by @tightjeansjavi (Reader calls Javi at work)

Sharing is Caring by @ezrasversion (Corrupt DEA Agent!Javi, Mafia AU!Joel Miller, Reader Threesome)

The Saint, the Sinner, and the Devil by @joelsgirl (Corrupt DEA Agent!Javi, DBF Mafia AU!Joel Miller, Reader Threesome)

MIA by @itsharleystuff (Jealous!Javi with Undercover!Reader)

Surprising Javi P with a Lingerie Set by @swiftispunk

Not here...not now by @gracieispunk (Reader visits Javi at work)

Bunny by @whatsnewalycat (Sex Phone Operator!Reader; Part 2 is great too!)

Ease by @javiscigarette (Javi takes care of Reader after a bad day)

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Say It Right, Peeping Neighbour, and Right Place, Right Time by @chaotic-mystery (All the DBF and BFD fics are amazing; these are my fave)

Quickie by @joelscruff (This falls in the middle of the Boyfriend's Dad series, but it's the first one I read and I was hooked!)

That Funny Feeling by @bluebeary-jay (Joel loves pet names 🥹)

I've Got Lust on My Tongue by @itgetsdark-x (Bratty reader a la Maddy Perez)

The Babysitter, Part 1 by @proxima-writes (There's a Part 2 as well!)

Under the Table by @toxicanonymity (A lot of good Joelkemons, but Speakeasy is a classic and maybe my fave?)

Online Friends, Sticking it to the PTA, and Caught Sunbathing by @walkintotheriveranddisappear (All of Emma's Joel fics are really hot [honestly you can't go wrong], but these are my faves)

Late Night Smoke by @bettercallwillow (Dbf smoking. sigh)

Calling Joel Daddy by @inkedells (I honestly love it when authors bold the dirty talk 🤭)

Gimme What I Want and In the Next Room by @atticrissfinch (The masterlist is some of the hottest Joel fic, if I may say so; these are my faves)

An Open Window by @velvetmud (Joel being a peeping tom; I also always hope for a sequel to this one!)

Crave by @toxic-seduction (Part 2; Reader finds Joel in the QZ)

Good Luck Charm by @javiscigarette (Joel watches the football game)

Ravish by @psychedelic-ink (Webcam Model!Reader; Part 2 is also incredible!)

I Know it When I see It by @bageldaddy (Pornstars!Joel and Readers. This series has me and everyone else, I think, in a chokehold. Reading, as well, the writer's thoughts and feelings about the porn industry and the care put into the characters is such a joy and makes the fic that much more rich)

Chaser series by @livingemkayde (Nanny!Reader and a love triangle; not finished but so good I'm happy to wait forever)

Right my Wrongs by @chloeangelic (Father in Law!Joel)

In A Feud with Her Neighbour by @proxima-writes (Read this delicious fic and the bonus scenes will be the icing on top)

Kiss and Tell by @toxic-seduction (Stepdad!Joel and mom goes away for the weekend)

Peaches and Cream by @javiscigarette (Joel buys reader peaches)

Didn't Cha Know by @chloeangelic (The Joel Reader has been pining for is her boyfriend's brother)

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Camgirl by @phuckinphia (Another Camgirl but this time she's Sarah's friend 🫣)

The Right Wrong Number by @proxima-writes (Sarah's soccer coach!Reader)

Nightmares by @fruispunk (QZ!Reader has nightmares that Joel hears and mistakens for something else)

Damage Done by @bluebeary-jay (Joel accidentally triggers Reader; mind the tags. Heavy angst, heavy topic that is beautifully written)

Yes, Mr. Miller by pedropascallme (Babysitter!Reader, Part 2 Thank You, Mr. Miller is also excellent)

How Long series by @gracieheartspedro (Link is to Part 1; series is complete and wonderfully hot and emotional. Reader's boyfriend Tommy is a cheat😢)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales (Triple Frontier)

Fictional Death by @psychedelic-ink (Frankie comforts Reader)

Well Fed by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (Frankie is HAPPY 🥹)

Forest Ranger AU by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (I'm not an outdoorsy person but this AU makes me wish I was)

It's Always the Quiet Ones by @thot-of-khonshu (Frankie surprises Reader)

Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

Kinktober 2022 - Breeding by @moralesispunk (Guard!Pero and Royalty!Reader)

Bodily Exchange by @absurdthirst (Mafia AU!Pero and daughter of mafia boss Reader)

Damnation or Salvation by @absurdthirst (Pero is sent to retrieve Reader)

Dying Wish by @absurdthirst (Pero makes Reader's father a promise; okay at this point, just all of Keri's Pero fics 🤭)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Beat Poetry on Amphetamines by @psychedelic-ink (Marcus comes home hurt)

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Also the fact that I have a masterlist blows my fucking mind. To all of my lovely followers and moots who have been with me on this journey, thank you for encouraging me, and for reading. Ilysm. Enjoy!x Most Recent Fics:

+ Fuck Me, Fill Me | Thoroughly Fucked, Thoroughly Filled (4/27) + Dream of Me (updated) | Dream of Me Part II (new)

🔥 smut | 🖤 fluff | 🕶️ dark/noncon/dubcon/DDDNE

Series

Sex On Fire - Complete 🔥🖤 Read on AO3 Pairing Firefighter!Joel Miller and Fem!reader | AU Series Summary: You're a country girl in the big city, thanks to your generous aunt. You expected to have adventures your first year in New York, but what you didn't expect was for your hot, firefighter neighbor, Joel, to be part of them.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

++++ To Protect & Serve - On Hiatus 🖤🔥

Pairing officer!Joel Miller and Fem!Reader | AU

Part 1

Parts 2-4: On hiatus from this WIP; I'll get there!

Series Summary: You're a small-town reporter, living a life dedicated solely to your work and the relentless pursuit of truth. It's all pretty routine, almost too easy, albeit exhausting. Little did you know that the one thing you could never have predicted was the arrival of Officer Joel Miller. Suddenly, your story takes an unexpected turn, writing itself in ways you could have only dreamt of as he shows you what it really means to protect and serve.

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28 Floors - Complete 🔥🖤 Read on AO3 Pairing Joel Miller and fem!Reader | AU Series Summary: You're a good girl. A senator's daughter who is always there to show your support to your father. What he doesn't know is that his best friend, Joel Miller, is practically the only real reason you show up to events to support him. After one night of schmoozing, you and Joel end up in an elevator alone together. Joel Miller has 28 floors with you, and you bet he's gonna use them.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

One Shots:

Desert Dust | Read on AO3 🔥🖤

Summary: You're a small-town waitress in a highway town in Arizona with a standard, safe life. You never really thought you needed more -- until you met Joel Miller.

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Summary: Accidents happen all the time — people fall, knives slip, condoms break. You spent years successfully avoiding one. Except things are different now, you're ready for more. Your husband Joel is more than happy to oblige. ++++

Crying Over Spilt Detergent | Read on AO3 Pairing Joel Miller and fem!Reader | AU | 🔥🖤 Summary: You've had a no-good, really shitty, bad day. You decide to catch up on your growing laundry pile, only for your day to get worse as you make a giant mess of the detergent. Joel Miller helps you clean it up, and he cheers you up in the process. ++++

Daddy's Girl | Read on AO3 Pairing Joel Miller and fem!Reader | AU | 🔥🕶️ Summary: You and Joel end up at home in bed after a long night. You want to orgasm, so you decide to take matters into your own hands while Joel watches. Joel has other thoughts about the matter. ++++

Dream of Me | Dream of Me Part II | Read on AO3 Pairing Joel Miller and fem!Reader | AU | 🔥🕶️ Summary: In the dark of the night, temptation beckons. You make a silent vow to share your secret with Joel when he wakes tomorrow, but for now, you find yourself unable to resist this opportunity, much like the pulse between your thighs. ++++

The Art of Noticing - 🔥🖤🕶️ | Read on AO3 Pairing Joel Miller and fem!Reader | TLOU Universe Summary: In the hushed corners of this desolate world, where whispers of yesteryears linger among crumbling ruins, you find a peculiar kind of peace; just like you did when you fell asleep in the darkroom for the first time. Still armed with your camera, even in this new world, you try to keep your heart attuned to the silent narratives of a forsaken universe. You used to think this was your strong suit; to be able to immortalize the unnoticed, to preserve the beauty around you, even in a world of darkness. That was until it almost got you killed. And Joel Miller hates you for it. 

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Diner Girl - 🖤🔥🕶️ | Read on AO3 Pairing Joel Miller and female!Reader | AU Summary: You frequent your local dinner pretty often, not just because you love their pancakes with extra syrup, but because your best friend Sydney is a waitress there. You've heard her talk about her hot boss, Joel, every now and then but you've never had the pleasure of meeting him; that was until one morning, after getting unexpectedly laid off, you decided to drown your feels in syrup and love from your bestie. Joel offers you a job, and he shows you the ropes in more ways than one.

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Nightmare Before Christmas 🕶️🔥 | Read on AO3 Pairing dark!Joel Miller and Fem!Reader | AU

Summary: As an escort, you’ve found yourself in some pretty fucked up situations before. Years of experience have taught you to navigate such situations with a combination of tact and assertiveness. Most of the time the men who exude an air of sleaze shrivel back into the corner, embarrassed and limp dicked.  Most of the time.  Tonight is not one of those times. This one is dead dove do not eat. Mind the warnings.

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Asks:

Run the Table | Read on AO3 Pairing Joel & Tommy Miller and fem!Reader | AU 🔥

Summary: You're home for Christmas, only to find yourself there for the New Year. You decide to blow off some steam, only to end up at Joel's Place, your old local watering hole. Bits of your past get dredged up, and before you know it, Joel and Tommy have you bent over a pool table.

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Tell Me A Secret | Pairing Joel Miller and fem!Reader | TLOU Universe🔥

Summary: You're an artist. You aren't quick to share that fact, but Ellie is fast to figure it out. It’s not long before all of Jackson knows. Your favorite muse, though, is Joel Miller. He has no idea. Until he does. A morning horse ride turns into so much more.

Collaborations:

Little Mouse | Read on AO3 Pairing biker!Joel Miller and fem!Reader | AU 🔥🕶️ In collaboration with the amazing @josephquinnswhore

Summary: Date night. Your favorite. You were dressed up and ready for a good time, only to find out that your sleazeball boyfriend was really just a jerk. Stood up and now alone in a bar on the bad side of town, you quickly come to realize you shouldn’t be there for more reasons than one. An unexpected savior to your shit night, a masked motorcycle rider quite literally saves your life, not caring whose blood was on his hands as a result. His only ask as a token of your appreciation? That you go for a ride with him. What could ever possibly happen?

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Sugar, Spice and Please Fuck Me Nice | Pairing Neighbor!Joel Miller and fem!Reader 🔥🖤

In collaboration with my Slutty Smutty Sister @sydneyinacoma

Read on A03 | Part 1 & Part 2

Summary:  Part 3 of @sydneyinacoma's Sugar, Spice & Please Fuck Me Nice series. Joel is your new hot neighbor and after a sexy night alone with him on Halloween (where he literally makes you squirt (!!) on his couch, you run into him after a long week at work and you two finally go on a proper date. You two eat burgers; go to a fair, and then he fucks you like it's his last day on earth. Yep :) Leftovers | Read on AO3 Pairing Joel Miller and fem!Reader | AU 🔥🖤 In collaboration with my Slutty Smutty Sister @sydneyinacoma

Summary: You’ve waited for what feels like forever to hear Joel say he’ll give you what you want, and what better day to be grateful you’re both now on the same page than Thanksgiving. Joel shows you just how thankful he is for you by giving you loads of his cum. Yep, that’s the fic. **mind the warnings on this one

Drabbles:

The Kind of Love We Make

One Shots:

Caller Number Nine | Read on AO3 Pairing Javier Pena and fem!Reader | Narcos AU 🔥🖤

Summary: You're a radio host of a popular late-night segment on relationships, advice and more. After a particularly bad night of calls, your final call of the night takes you by surprise.

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Heat Wave | Read on AO3 Pairing Pairing Javier Pena and fem!Reader | Narcos 🔥🖤

Summary: In the sweltering haze of a Colombian heatwave, everyone's on edge, including you, your nerves fried crispier than plantains in a hot skillet. Even Javi is not immune - his nights spent tossing and turning, the relentless heat driving him mad. Imagine his surprise - and yours - when he knocks on your door late one night, a little buzzed and sweaty, craving a distraction. What's a generous soul to do but let him in and share some cool, sweet cholado? As the night unfurls, the heat outside might be unbearable, but inside, things are just starting to warm up. ++++

Reporting For Duty | Read on AO3 Pairing Javier Pena and fem!Reader | Narcos AU 🔥

Summary: You're a flight attendant. You need to be fucked, and that much becomes all the more obvious when a hot, flirty Air Marshal named Javier shows up to fly your leg with you. That's it. That's the fic.

Drabbles:

Edging

Hands, Hands, Hands

Gas, Grass or ASS 🔥 Pairing mechanic!Frankie Morales and Fem!Reader | AU

Read on AO3

Summary: You muster the courage to leave your small town and shitty past behind. Fate, it seems, has other plans. Your beater of a truck breaks down in the middle of the highway, and you get it towed to Catfish Auto & Repair. After finding out you don't have the money to pay, you and Frankie find another way to work it out.

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