[rosharanfiction]

me: A. 30. she/her. romance writer and fan of writers. bi. aries. based on the west coast of the US.

about the blog: 18+ only MDNI. pedro pascal characters and writeblr content. messages about headcanons, fics, or chitchat are very welcome.

You can find status updates for my WIPs here.

recent writing of mine:

CROSSHAIRS - active series - jackson! joel miller x javier peña (hear me out they are made for each other. updates coming every two weeks.)

masterlist | ao3 | fic recs | taglist

[rosharanfiction]

Will Crosshairs have a sad ending??

I want the fic to have a happy ending. I'm rooting for Joel and Javi. I've put them on a path that will force them to confront their limiting beliefs. Who knows what will happen once they do? Javi has gone rogue since the moment he hit the page, and he's starting to rub off on Joel. I've given up on steering the ship.

But I have no intention of making the fic needlessly tragic/"bury your gays"-ing. The ending will range from bittersweet to so happy it's gross.

There will be sad parts in the middle. Some are definitely going to happen. Others I really hope won't. I have it laid out in my head sort of like a choose your own adventure novel, and depending on what path the boys take it could get rough before it gets better. But I don't plan on turning Crosshairs into misery porn. Its fundamental themes are forgiveness and self-acceptance, and that will remain the case even when it has dark moments.

Thanks for being so invested in the story. 💖💖 It makes me happy to know you care about these guys like I do!

fic: crosshairs

[rosharanfiction]

You when being questioned about major plot points in crosshairs that may or may not be accurate

^javi when those same hypothetical plot points come up in conversation

[rosharanfiction]

I'm in the middle of the new chapter of Crosshairs. Javi used to work for FEDRA, didn't he?

What, Javi? The character who in canon worked for a problematic government agency because he thought he could still make a difference? The guy who has a backstory so troubling he literally can't sleep at night?

I cannot confirm or deny.

you have no idea how scared i am that people will ragequit the fic because of this. In one of my original outlines he was a Firefly and knew Abby's dad but didn't know Joel was the guy who'd killed him. So it could be worse?

Hope you like the chapter love!

For others in case you missed it there are three new crosshairs chapters on ao3

fic: crosshairs

[rosharanfiction]

a cry for help re: writing queer bilingual smut

Crawling out of my tumblr absence to ask: Does anyone know of a resource that can help me understand Latin Spanish dirty talk/pet names/what expletives people say when their brains are dissolving from great sex?

Especially for a m/m relationship. Like, hypothetically, what Javier Peña would say if Joel Miller was sucking his dick. As a random example.

A tumblr post would be great, or examples of fics/books that do this well, or thoughts anyone might want to share.

I've only written Javi speaking English so far, and I feel like I'm at best not doing him justice and at worst whitewashing him.

I'm afraid to use terms that imply the wrong level of intimacy or formality.

If anyone reading Crosshairs knows about this and is interested in doing a beta-for-beta or similar, I would also be very down for that.

[rosharanfiction]

a cry for help re: writing queer bilingual smut

Crawling out of my tumblr absence to ask: Does anyone know of a resource that can help me understand Latin Spanish dirty talk/pet names/what expletives people say when their brains are dissolving from great sex?

Especially for a m/m relationship. Like, hypothetically, what Javier Peña would say if Joel Miller was sucking his dick. As a random example.

A tumblr post would be great, or examples of fics/books that do this well, or thoughts anyone might want to share.

I've only written Javi speaking English so far, and I feel like I'm at best not doing him justice and at worst whitewashing him.

I'm afraid to use terms that imply the wrong level of intimacy or formality.

If anyone reading Crosshairs knows about this and is interested in doing a beta-for-beta or similar, I would also be very down for that.

[rosharanfiction]

Hey Andrea, I hope you’re doing okay and that everything’s good with you. I’ve really missed seeing you around here, so I just wanted to check in. Hope you come back sometime, love youu, muah 💋

Hi Angel!! How are you doing? I miss you too! It is so good to hear from you. 💖💖

I'm doing ok! Life got really overwhelming - I'm working on my thesis and writing a novel and also trying to keep up with crosshairs - and I was spending way too much time on tumblr. So I'm taking a break until things calm down a little. But I miss being on here!

I definitely plan to come back! Hopefully by the fall, since I have some devious plans for spooky season fics.

Thanks for checking in <3

[rosharanfiction]

CROSSHAIRS.

joel miller x javier peña | masterlist

summary: There’s something about Jackson’s newest resident that gets under Joel’s skin. It’s not just Javier Peña’s cocky attitude that Joel can’t stand - it’s his tight pants and his too-smooth voice, and especially the way he’s sleeping with half of Jackson. But Joel can’t deny that Javi is a damn good shot, so when raiders make camp in the nearby mountains, he begrudgingly agrees to partner up. Soon their rivalry shifts into an attraction, as fever-hot as it is terrifying. But Javi’s not the kind of guy who does commitment, and Joel doesn’t want to let him get too close. As feelings start to spiral and raiders close in, Joel and Javi both have to fight for their lives - and maybe for each other, if they decide it’s worth the risk.

tags: 18+ only MDNI. takes place after tlou s1 and long after narcos s3, with some timeline fudging to make them the same age. slutty bi javi. grouchy bi joel (he's sorta comphet coded?). horny medium burn with a lot of TLOU-style plot. mutual pining. dual POV. one-sided enemies to lovers. eventual smut. angst. jealousy. tension. flirting. canon-typical violence. javi has two canons worth of trauma and it shows. commitment issues. joel being a dad to ellie. javi and ellie friendship. possible minor character and animal death. more tags will be added on the chapters. status: in progress.

andrea says: This started as me watching Javi shove his gun in his pants and thinking "Joel Miller would not approve". Then it was a one-shot, then a three-parter, and now a full blown series. I've officially redone the outline to accommodate these boys' emotional problems, and am looking forward to sharing the story with you all.

EDIT 7-30: updates will temporarily be posted on ao3 only.

read on ao3 | playlist | taglist

chapter one: Crosshairs

chapter two: Locked and Loaded

chapter three: Misfire

chapter four: Hammer (ao3 only)

chapter five: Shoot First, Ask Questions Later (ao3 only)

chapter six: Coming Friday, August 14th

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

dividers by @/cursed-carmine

[rosharanfiction]

To those who have been waiting on an update: parts 4 and 5 are on AO3.

I've been taking a tumblr break this summer, so it will be a while before the chapters are posted here. But they're accessible even if you don't have an AO3 account.

If you're still interested in crosshairs and all the bi panic/longing/emotional baggage/siege tactics/horniness/grouchiness/inaccurate horse lore that comes with it, I love and appreciate you a lot. There's plenty more of all of that to come. ❤️

[rosharanfiction]

CROSSHAIRS.

joel miller x javier peña | masterlist

summary: There’s something about Jackson’s newest resident that gets under Joel’s skin. It’s not just Javier Peña’s cocky attitude that Joel can’t stand - it’s his tight pants and his too-smooth voice, and especially the way he’s sleeping with half of Jackson. But Joel can’t deny that Javi is a damn good shot, so when raiders make camp in the nearby mountains, he begrudgingly agrees to partner up. Soon their rivalry shifts into an attraction, as fever-hot as it is terrifying. But Javi’s not the kind of guy who does commitment, and Joel doesn’t want to let him get too close. As feelings start to spiral and raiders close in, Joel and Javi both have to fight for their lives - and maybe for each other, if they decide it’s worth the risk.

tags: 18+ only MDNI. takes place after tlou s1 and long after narcos s3, with some timeline fudging to make them the same age. slutty bi javi. grouchy bi joel (he's sorta comphet coded?). horny medium burn with a lot of TLOU-style plot. mutual pining. dual POV. one-sided enemies to lovers. eventual smut. angst. jealousy. tension. flirting. canon-typical violence. javi has two canons worth of trauma and it shows. commitment issues. joel being a dad to ellie. javi and ellie friendship. possible minor character and animal death. more tags will be added on the chapters. status: in progress.

andrea says: This started as me watching Javi shove his gun in his pants and thinking "Joel Miller would not approve". Then it was a one-shot, then a three-parter, and now a full blown series. I've officially redone the outline to accommodate these boys' emotional problems, and am looking forward to sharing the story with you all.

EDIT 7-30: updates will temporarily be posted on ao3 only.

read on ao3 | playlist | taglist

chapter one: Crosshairs

chapter two: Locked and Loaded

chapter three: Misfire

chapter four: Hammer (ao3 only)

chapter five: Shoot First, Ask Questions Later (ao3 only)

chapter six: Coming Friday, August 14th

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

dividers by @/cursed-carmine

[rosharanfiction]

To those who have been waiting on an update: parts 4 and 5 are on AO3.

I've been taking a tumblr break this summer, so it will be a while before the chapters are posted here. But they're accessible even if you don't have an AO3 account.

If you're still interested in crosshairs and all the bi panic/longing/emotional baggage/siege tactics/horniness/grouchiness/inaccurate horse lore that comes with it, I love and appreciate you a lot. There's plenty more of all of that to come. ❤️

[rosharanfiction]

Andrea, I hope you are doing ok. I miss seeing you around. Just wanted to leave you a message to see how you are doing ♥️

Hi Cha! ❤️ I miss you too. You are the sweetest for checking in.

I'm okay, but my head has felt crowded lately. I miss being on here a lot, but I also keep feeling like I don't have the brainspace for it, if that makes any sense? I hope to be actually back soon.

How have you been?

[rosharanfiction]

Hey love! Just sending hugs your way and hoping you’re doing well!! We miss you around here but I hope the time you’re taking has been good for you! Looking forward to whenever you feel up to coming back💕💕

thank you lovely anon!! I'm sad I have been gone for so long, but I have been okay! hope you are doing well and I appreciate you reaching out. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I miss tumblr and you!

[rosharanfiction]

Hello my love!! Just sending this to see how you are doing and let you know that I’m thinking about you. Saw you haven’t posted in a while and you said you were taking a little tumblr break. Not sure when you’ll see this but just know that I’m missing your wonderful, amazing, beautiful self 💖💖💖

hi sky!!! thank you so much for this message, you're the sweetest. I missed you!! lately social media (even tumblr RIP) has been melting my brain faster than a closeup of Javier Peña smoking while he ponders a moral quandry, you know? so my tumblr break has been a lot longer than planned.

thanks for checking in and being so wonderful.

[rosharanfiction]

gonna take a little tumblr break this week my friends. but please keep tagging me in your fics and wips and shenanigans. be back soon. 🤍

[cozymochaa]

── .✦ wip monday

thank youu for the tags @kokoluwie , @mcthsman , & @mytearsricochetm 🤍

haven't done much writing as of late, but here's a snippet from sabor a mi part 2. i haven't proofread anything so all mistakes are my own (i think i was half asleep when i wrote this 😀)

She squeezes you once before letting go to look at you. “It’s been too long.”

Unfortunately, she isn’t wrong.

After the divorce, you distanced yourself from Javier’s family. It felt like the right thing to do since legally they aren’t your family anymore. They took you in as their own, and that’s how you decided to repay them apparently.

You’re not proud of it – they had nothing to do with you and Javier’s relationship, but you know how they are and how they would’ve pushed for the two of you to get back together. One of his aunts even went as far as telling you that you could get the divorce reversed within the first 30 days and it would be like it never happened.

But it did.

The divorce isn’t something you’re ashamed of – you don’t want to hide it. Hiding it means that you pretend like it wasn’t a major part of your life. All the heartache and tears that were shed mean nothing if you ignore it, right?

That’s not something you’ll ever do, though.

You and Isabella talk for a while. She’s stopped her pacing and is sitting by the window now, overlooking all the people that showed up.

“How did you do it?” she asks, looking over at you from her spot, “Marry Javier.”

For a long moment, you don’t respond, thinking of the right words to say. On the spot, you can’t think of any. Marrying Javier was probably the easiest thing you’ve done in your life, and you don’t regret it as much as people may think.

The town has their own story of how the divorce went down, but only you and Javier know the truth. There’s no bad blood, you don’t think that he isn’t fit to be a father like someone mentioned to you; that’s the furthest thing from the truth.

You couldn’t ask for a better father for your daughter, and you’re forever grateful that the two of you are civil enough to raise her together. Even if you’re separate.

npt: @rosharanfiction , @petalsinblood , @gothcsz , @sawymredfox , and anyone else who wants to do this

[mcthsman]

wip whenever.

thank you so much @isabellaboo2025 & @kokoluwie for tagging me in this!! i was going to make a wip whenever thingie last week and then it didn't happen so lol here i am to yap about my stuff!! i have a bunch fo tiny wips right now but underneath the cut i put something for chapter three of season of the wolf, and then marking, the hickey joel miller request i got the other day and also a tiny bit for a jack abbot one shot that i really want to post but idk if i ever will finish lol

season of the wolf.

You wake up in the middle of the night about a minute away from peeing yourself. Joel’s arm is still slung across your middle, heavier than it’d been before, and he doesn’t snore as loud while sleeping on his side. You just started to wiggle out of his grasp when Joel’s arm tightens around you, pulling you back to his chest as if you weigh nothing at all. 

“Joel.” You whisper, poking his bicep. He grunts, but doesn’t show any sign of waking up. “I need to get up.”

You start to shuffle away when he doesn’t answer but, once more, Joel pulls you back. 

“C’mon Mags, stop movin’.” He mumbles under his breath. Joel nuzzles against your neck for half a second before he freezes behind you and you can tell he’s fully awake now.

He’s fully awake, and he just called you by someone else’s name. You don’t answer, you can’t, any sort of response stuck to your throat; this time Joel’s arm loosens enough for you to slip away and you pad out of the room without looking back at him. 

It’s not the first time someone mistakes your name. Your high school boyfriend used to call you by his best friend’s name all the time during sex, the girl he ended up marrying even though he always swore he never saw her like that. Your grandmother calls you by your mother’s name all the time, always with a poisonous downward twist of her mouth that makes it clear it’s not a compliment. The cashier at the grocery store that you went to school with gets your name just slightly wrong every time and you never have the heart to correct her.

None of those instances hurt nearly as bad as this.

marking.

You’ve never been particularly possessive of people before— Most of your boyfriends never caught much attention apart from yours and, in all honesty, you never loved them enough to feel threatened by anyone else. With Joel, however, you always find yourself sticking a little closer to his side, your hands roaming his shoulders a little bit more obviously whenever the two of you are out. He’s never given you a reason to feel intimidated, but you’ve never been with a man as attractive as Joel Miller. 

He catches everyone’s eyes. The cashier at your favorite food truck, the teller at the bank, the security guard at the mall; everyone stares with varying degrees of want and need. Joel, for the most part, doesn’t seem to notice: He thinks the cashier is staring because he orders way too many olives on his fish taco, and the teller because she’s trying to figure out if she’s met him before, the security guard is just doing his job at keeping the old man in check at Victoria’s Secret. 

But you know better. They want him just as much as you do, and you need to figure out a way to keep people away. 

The first time you give him a hickey, Joel laughs it off. He says something about being too damned old for that but you’d noticed the way his fingers tightened on your hips, the way his breath stuttered and how he didn’t even try to pull away— The mark is on his chest, hidden away with any t-shirt, but every time you see it brings a thrill that you’ve never felt before, the little ‘O’ shaped bruise going from deep purple to a soft blue to green to finally fading entirely. You actually miss it when it’s gone, your fingers tracing the pattern you’ve memorized over his chest as the two of you lie in the afterglow one evening.

jack abbot one shot.

Jack is by your side in a second, taking your hand in his and almost dragging you from the kitchen with the excuse of getting drinks— You barely pay attention, though, because his hand is warm against yours, dry and softer than you expected it to be; it’s not the first time Jack has touched you. He does it constantly, in fact, a hand to your shoulder or a little poke to your bicep when you look away while he speaks and even a pat or two to the head or to the back of your neck whenever your hair is out of the way but this feels different. It’s not a fleeting, small touch that you can excuse as the action of a platonic friend that is a little too touchy; it lingers even when the two of you near the cooler by the pool, and he squeezes your hand for a second before he lets go as if he’s trying to memorize the feeling of your hand in his. 

You look around, trying to discreetly figure out which one of the attendees is his wife. Ellis is by the grill, talking with her girlfriend; you’ve met the woman once before, when she came in one night because Ellis had forgotten to bring her dinner. And then Emery and Mateo are in the corner talking with Jesse, one of the day shift nurses you don’t know very well, and another man— This one you don’t recognize at all, but his arm is wrapped around Jesse’s middle and it’s not like he would be Jack’s wife anyway. 

It also dawns on you then that, maybe, Jack’s spouse is a husband instead of a wife. Your eyes scan the backyard for any faces you don’t know but apart from a couple of day shifters here and there, there is no one you’re completely unfamiliar with. 

“You came alone today?” You ask, taking the bottle Jack hands you, the question slipping out of your mouth before your brain can register how odd it is. Jack’s head cocks to the side a little, visibly confused, but he nods anyway. 

“Robby was supposed to come too but—” He waves a hand, his thick wedding ring glinting in the sunlight. “You know how he is.” 

Oh. Oh. 

“Sorry he bailed on you.” 

The intensity in Jack’s eyes is enough to have butterflies erupting inside your stomach. “ ‘S alright. I got you to keep me company, right?”

“Of course.” You smile even though you kind of feel like dying.

no pressure tag: @time-for-my-weekly-spanking @honey-moon-13 @mytearsricochetm @cozymochaa @rosharanfiction @broad-shouldrs @bergamote-catsandbooks @baronessvonglitter @hanahleah & anyone else that wants to join!!!

[bergamote-catsandbooks]

What I read in April ✨

Not much. I mean I did reread a huge fic, but I worked on my book tbr at the beginning of the month. So this recap will be a short one.

Recap : 577 032 word count - 9 stories - Joel is very present this month!

✨ indicates my favorites - Listen, this month they are all favorites

Please comment and reblog the works you read. That’s how it makes these wonderful authors thrive.

Joel Miller

✨How to catfish a millionaire @baronessvonglitter - Joel Miller x f!reader - Totally obsessed and in need to know how this ends! ✨Healed @whocaresstillthelouvre - Joel Miller x f!reader - I will sing my love for this fic every time, still have the latest chapter to read and I'm keeping it for later cherishing it like a treasure. ✨What You Can't Have @rosharanfiction - Joel Miller x f!reader - This was so fun! So addictive! I loved everything about it! I loved the relationship between Joel and reader. I can't wait to read it again ✨He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not @auteurdelabre - Joel Miller x f!reader - Emma will never disappoint me. I'm hooked, crushed, and waiting to see how she can mend my heart back together. ✨So much to lose @auteurdelabre - Joel Miller x f!reader - What can I say? This is my third? fourth read? I was so happy to have the final part of the epilogue, so happy to read the little extras. I still love this story so much

Din Djarin

✨The Mage, The Fox and The Cupboard @littlemisspascal - Din Djarin x f!reader - Rae just knows how to write stories that are soft, warm and gut wrenching at the same time. I'm part eager to read the rest, part wanting to wait so that I still have some left. ✨Revelation @djarins-cyare - Din Djarin x f!reader - Exactly how I pictured this happening. Perfection, as always.

Other P boys

✨Wash it all away @petalsinblood - Reed Richards x f!reader - So sweet, so soft, I need this now, since I always struggle to remove my makeup. ✨Little things @couldsewyouastitch - Dieter Bravo x f!reader - Last but definitely not least, Dieter being a perfect, albeit clueless partner, when you ask him to buy pads for your periods. I adored this and will read it again and again and again

My own writing

Come Undone | Frankie Morales x f!reader | 🍬🔥🌶️ Little Dove | Ezra & Cee | Ezra x reader/ofc | 💔 When a Father-Light Touch is Agony | Din Djarin x f!reader | 🍬

[rosharanfiction]

Ahhhhh Cha I’m so happy you liked what you can’t have so much! It’s honestly such an honor that you tore through it - that fic has so much of my heart in it, and your nice comments on it (which I still shall respond to eek) literally made me beam. Thanks for including me on your list. ❤️

[sawymredfox]

Eyes drabble

Am I posting a drabble on this very special date as I have done for the past two years? It seems so…🤭 It's all Din's fault. He's been very naughty, demanding my attention. Thanks @schnarfer for being the best writing buddy ever! (tags/warnings: 18+ mdni, din djarin x fem!able bodied reader, established relationship, smut, oral fem!receiving, feelings, no use Y/N)

Shoulders drabble// Broadness drabble

I'm thinking of Din—your riduur's eyes, the beautiful orbs you're one of the two sentient beings in the whole universe allowed to gaze at -Grogu being the other one- and encouraged to do so. 

They are big, oval-shaped, intense, and grounding. Windows to every emotion he feels, his inner strength, determination, fear, sadness, joy, and love, never having learned to conceal his emotions, never needing to do so, always safe under the protection of his helmet. They are enclosed by a few lines that speak of years filled with resilience. Ethereal, solemn, with the hue of brown moonstones, with irises of molten dark chocolate wholly focused on you right now. Open and heavy. Bewitching you with their intensity, blazing you with the desire, the eros, shimmering in them, capturing your gaze as he pins you down to bed with his hands on your hips, and imprints his thick fingers on your skin. Watchful of every shudder you make, as he keeps you open with his broad shoulders, and feasts on your folds, slurping, consuming you as beads of sweat roll down between your breasts, and you moan his name, grabbing the sheets to tether yourself.

You will forever remember the first time you saw them, the guarded shade in his expression as he waited for your judgment, the vulnerability he had displayed for you, making your heart brim with love for him. You had rushed to him, your marriage vows still fresh between you, cradling his cheeks to kiss every inch of his face, and reassure him. Dispel his worries so there was only space for happiness and acceptance.

Your evening had started gently, typical, with Din meeting you on the way back home from your work after having picked Grogu from school. They had both helped you put the table on the back porch to enjoy the sun settling on Navarro's mountains as you ate the stew you had prepared for dinner. 

But once Grogu had been put to bed, the night had become charged. Your hands had become bolder as you cuddled on the couch, still comforting and kind but arousing, avid for pleasure, to reach skin and incite, undoing buttons and zippers while walking to your bedroom. 

And now you're drowning in ecstasy, at Din's mercy with your muscles coiling, ready to explode. It doesn't take much more to give him what he wants, one last swipe of Din's tongue before encasing your clit between his lips, sucking hard as two of his fingers enter you, reaching the spongy spot inside you, and you're conquered. Bucking against him, unbridled, barely keeping your wails controlled as waves of pleasure take control of you.

He rises, straining his arms to hold his weight, ogling your bare body, as if imprinting your sight into his soul. He takes his time, enthralled, pleased with what he's done to you, devouring the vision you are, spent, completely wrecked, still panting, as his tongue captures the last remnants of your essence from his lips, not daring to waste any drop, growling at your taste. 

The magnetism in his eyes, the unsatiated hunger, pierces you, beckoning you to beg for him. "Din," you sigh, craving his weight on top of you. 

One word is enough for him. He yields to your beseech, powerless to resist you. He moves, biting your navel, sucking your flesh hard enough to leave a love bite and make you mewl. He soothes the sting with his tongue, leaving a trail as he travels up your body, making you shiver as his chest hair brushes your erect nipples.

"I'm not done with you tonight, ner kar’ta (my heart)." It's a vow, a promise you both know he will make sure to fulfil.

He doesn’t let you answer, pressing his lips against yours, his moustache still wet with your arousal, as his fingers caress your jaw, compelling your mouth to open, to deepen the kiss. 

You kiss him back, just as desperately, as ravenous and greedy as he is, mewling as your tongues start to dance together, scratching his back with your nails and circling his hips with your thighs, ready for him to ruin you one more time.

Npt! (tagging some friends and people who liked last year's drabble) @pattwtf @thundermartini @milla-frenchy @bergamote-catsandbooks @aurorawritestoescape @baronessvonglitter @simpingforjoel @almostfoxglove @604to647 @thedilfdiaries @tinytinymenace @maggiemayhemnj @jennaispunk @bluesweaters15 @ess-evo @kokoluwie @time-for-my-weekly-spanking @the-blind-assassin-12 @missadangel @tateypots @ak-vintage @sixhours @rosharanfiction

[rosharanfiction]

This is so sweet and slice of life and completely hot? The tension between them? The little vow he makes reader?? 🥹🥹🥹

Also something about waiting to put Grogu to bed before you get it on is just so domestic and adorable. Happy May 4th my friend, thank you for this gift.