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Hello everyone, just in advance, if you decide to make a Behemoth fanfic, please feel free to tag me because you don't know how long I've been waiting for an Alex Serian fanfic ❤️🥰😍

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WIP titles game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! (ty for tagging me @pedroscurls 🖤)

sweet symphony chpt 8 (jackson!joel x f!reader) the way you see me chpt 8 (younger!harry castillo (materialists) x f!reader) falling inn love chpt 10 (harry castillo x f!reader) again and again (pero tovar x f!reader) after the end, there was you (jackson!joel x f!reader) after all this time (jackson!joel x f!reader) across the ages (au young!marcus acacius x f!reader)

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[joelmillerpascal]

Okay guys I need your help and I'm probably going to sound stupid but I'm looking for a Joel fic that I found I think last year.

Think it went to description like this: reader is a school teacher thar has memory loss and she could remember being with Joel. Joel shows up at Sarah's school dance for parents and kids. Reader is curious to why he keeps staring at her as he dances with Sarah. Joel kind of does a repeat of how they met, readers co-workers try to help her remember. I think the last memory she has is with her ex boyfriend or something like that.

Please I found it on AO3 first and then I came across it on here. If anyone know please tag me in the comment section or something cause I miss reading it. Sorry if the description is bad but I'm just going by what I think the main story was about. I also think it's a no-outbreak fic

[joelmillerpascal]

Pedro Pascal Lookalike Contest

Pedro Pascal

Joel Miller

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

Part 2 Summary: Life in Austin, Texas, returns to a "new normal" for Joel and Sarah, but the shadows of the Lookalike Contest follow them home. While Joel tries to bury himself in construction work, Sarah’s social media presence explodes. A simple selfie posted by Sarah catches the attention of Pedro Pascal’s inner circle—and eventually the man himself—setting the stage for a connection that Joel isn’t quite ready for.

WC: 4084

Again this is a made up fanfic so I'll surprise you guys. I myself have noticed that I tend to move forward with how fast I bring things to my fics. But it will make sense I promise.

Sorry, this part is like a year late, I wasn't sure how I could write this chapter, and it kept delaying. So my apologies 🥲🫶🏻 thank you all for being patient. So, I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know if I made any mistakes ❤️

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Austin, Texas - weeks after

The humidity of the Texas morning felt grounded and real, a sharp contrast to the surreal neon blur of New York. To Joel, the "craziness" was a fever dream he was determined to sweat out at the construction site. He fell back into his rhythm: the mechanical drone of the truck, the grit of the job site, and the comfort of bossing his crew around. Even when Tommy tried to puncture his bubble by shouting, "Hey, Pascal! We got a job lined up for you!" across the site, Joel didn't skip a beat. He simply adjusted his cap, speed-walked to the office, and buried his nose in work orders and job requests, pretending the world wasn't staring at him.

Mornings at the Miller household remained a sacred routine. It began with Sarah’s rhythmic banging on his door and her melodic shout of "Alarm!" seconds before the clock actually buzzed. Downstairs, the kitchen smelled of pancakes—Sarah’s speciality. She knew he preferred a simpler breakfast, but he ate them for her benefit, washing them down with eggs and bacon.

They ate in a comfortable silence, broken only by the hum of the radio.

"You get those fractions done?" Joel asked, breaking the quiet.

Sarah gave him a flat, "Are you serious?" Look, that made him crack a rare, genuine grin.

"Fractions," he repeated with a chuckle.

Sarah laughed along, noting his high spirits. He’s in a good mood, she thought. Maybe today’s the day.

While Joel loaded his tools into the truck, Sarah lingered by the driveway, chatting with the Adlers. On the drive to school, the atmosphere was light. Prince was playing on the radio, and Joel was actually bopping his head, humming along to the groove. Sarah, however, was in a different world. Her Instagram notifications were a waterfall. Since the contest, she’d been dubbed "The Lookalike’s Daughter." Pedro fans were flooding her DMs with questions: Is he single? What’s he like? Does he know he’s famous?

She didn't reply to the strangers, but she couldn't resist the moment. While Joel was distracted by a red light and a high note, she snapped a quick selfie of them—Joel’s rugged profile against the Texas sun. She posted it instantly. She glanced at his phone on the dashboard; it remained dark. She hadn't tagged him... yet.

"Okay, baby girl. I'll try to get off early to pick you up," Joel said as they pulled up to the school entrance.

"Okay, Dad. See ya," Sarah replied, hopping out.

But as she walked away, Joel noticed her bag sitting on the bench seat. He jumped out, snagging the straps. "Sarah! You forgot somethin'?"

"Damn!" she sighed, jogging back. She took the bag and gave him a quick, tight hug. "Love you, Dad!"

"Love you too, baby girl," he shouted back, watching her disappear into the building before heading back to the truck.

As he turned the key, he caught the gaze of several moms in the drop-off line. They weren't just glancing; they were staring. He looked away immediately, a prickle of discomfort rising in his chest. The only girl he cared about was the one who just walked through those school doors. He just wanted to work.

Inside, Sarah felt the shift too. The hallway felt different. Even the "mean girls" who usually ignored her and Ellie were offering friendly smiles. She found Ellie at her usual desk, looking eager.

"I heard about the contest! I’m so happy your dad won," Ellie giggled.

"Yeah," Sarah smiled. "He didn't even see it coming."

A buzz in her pocket revealed a text from Uncle Tommy.

Uncle Tommy

Sarah, how’s your Hollywood this mornin’? Is he in a good mood?

Sarah

He was singing Prince in the truck, lol. I even got a selfie of it. He’s definitely feeling good.

Uncle Tommy

He’s losing it! I’m gonna wind him up again. I’m gonna ask for an autograph and act like a rejected fan if he says no.

Sarah

Uncle Tommy... you know I’m a huge fan of the actual Pedro, right? I’m scared to tell Dad. He’s already weird about the lookalike stuff.

Uncle Tommy

I don't blame you, kid. Pedro’s a good actor. But your dad might actually find it funny. Tell him tonight.

Sarah

Maybe. I gotta go, teacher’s here. Love you.

Uncle Tommy

Love you too, Sar- Bear

Before she got caught with her phone out, she quickly tagged Joel in the selfie on Instagram. She knew Joel wouldn't like the attention, but he could never be angry with her.

At the office, Tommy was already waiting. As Joel sat in his swivel chair, Tommy slid a piece of paper and a pen across the desk. "Oh my god, Hollywood! Can I get your autograph, please?" he begged dramatically.

To Tommy's surprise, Joel didn't scowl. He picked up the pen with a smirk and scribbled something quickly.

Tommy picked up the paper, expecting a snub. Instead, it read: 'You little fucker. Love, JM.'

They both laughed, the tension of the "fame" breaking for a moment. "You're lucky you caught me on a good day," Joel grunted.

Before Tommy could reply, he saw a notification pop up on his phone. As he opened it, Tommy looked over his shoulder. He saw that Sarah had tagged him in a post

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MillerPrincess: Prince to school. Dad bopping away. You wanted to know what kind of dad he is? He’s the best. He cooks, we have movie nights, and he still plays his guitar for me every night. I tolerate it because I love him.

Even though I'm a teenager, now I tolerate it for him. Love you, dad

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JoelMiller: Thank you babygirl. I love you. I will still sing to you when you have kids of your own

Pedrofan1: omg pascalispunk he love Prince too. see this post

Pedrofan2: can we hear the song ?... Oh my god pascalispunk look he's your twin

Pedrofan3: pascalispunk: Pedro, tienes que ver esta publicación. ¡Ahora! ( Pedro, you have to see this post. Now! )

TommyMiller: already got your autograph ain't that right brother

EllieWilliams: Joel is literally the coolest. He's always down to play along with the 'No Pun Intended' we read, ain't that right Sarah

- PrincessMiller: EllieWilliams yeah haha we'll do more tonight

Userhater: he looks likes an ugly version of Pedro. No offence [: comment blocked]

- TommyMiller: Oii Userhater offence taken that's my brother your talking about. Get outta my nieces post now

Pedrofan4: pascalispunk 👀 look please

But one comment stopped them both cold.

cocoullrich: He really does look like him! I have Pedro’s phone right now while he’s in a shoot. I’ll definitely show him this when he’s done.

"Coco Ullrich," Tommy whispered, looking over Joel’s shoulder. "That’s his actual stylist. Joel... he’s gonna see this."

Joel rubbed the back of his neck, the familiar weight of anxiety returning. "Great. More attention. Just what I needed."

"Hey, might mean more customers," Tommy nudged him. "Maybe even some lady customers?"

Joel’s eyes flashed with a warning. He caught Tommy’s hand as he reached for his shoulder. "One more word, Tommy. One. The only woman I need is Sarah. If you want 'ladies' here, they're for you. Now let me work."

"My god, so many people commenting his real account. Do you think he will see it?" Tommy said in shock

"Well, he saw the contest apparently 'cause he commented on the post from Entertainment Tonight," Joel said, rubbing the back of his neck

"Your famous now brother. Might not be so bad, more customers. Hopefully lady customers uh" Tommy said wiggling my eyebrows

"Why lady customers?" Joel asks giving him a look of disbelief

"Well you know get yourself out there" Tommy giggle. He went to tap Joel on the shoulder but Joel caught his hand and stood up giving him the death stare

"One more fucking word and I swear to god Tommy. The only woman I need in my life is Sarah. So if you want the ladies coming here, they're for you" he said as he push his hand back

"Bad mood just like I guessed"

"Got to be, working around you guys. If I look weak they will walk all over me and that's never gonna happen. Now will you leave me in peace" Joel scoffed as he began to work.

By the time school ended, the post had jumped from 200 likes to 3.5k. Sarah and Ellie were practically vibrating as they walked to the truck. Joel was waiting, leaning against the door. He saw the way the women in the parking lot hovered, but his focus stayed on his daughter. He pulled her into a hug and even opened an arm for Ellie, welcoming her into the "Miller circle."

"You both have a good day?" Joel asked as got them both into the truck

"Yeah it was okay" Sarah said trying to act casual

"Yeah, it was a really good day," Ellie said, giggling

The drive home was quiet, save for the girls giggling in the backseat. Joel watched them in the rearview mirror, hearing snippets of their hushed conversation. It was a comment from an account named cocoullrich

"Holy shit Sarah are you seeing this" Ellie giggled

"Who's that?" Sarah asked. She genuinely looked confused because yes she is a Pedro Pascal fan but she doesn't know of anyone that close to him

"Sarah you do realise that, that's Pedro Pascal's hairstylist, she's also a close friend of his too" Ellie's face shocked as she who Sarah the comment

cocoullrich: He really does look like him! I have Pedro’s phone right now while he’s in a shoot. I’ll definitely show him this when he’s done.

(Note: Yes, I made Coco comment for you guys ❤️🫂)

"Are you gonna tell him?" Ellie whispered.

"I don't know... he'd probably freak out," Sarah replied.

"You're right he’s already weird about the Instagram thing," Ellie noted. "But I think he'd be cool with it."

Joel looked at his reflection, then back at the road. He knew they were talking about her being a fan of 'his twin.'

As he pulled into the driveway, he gave Sarah the key to let herself and Ellie in while he got his tools from the truck, putting them in the garage. When he was done, stop by the front door, listening to Sarah and Ellie talk and giggle more he smiled until he heard their conversation go on

"He already thinks it's weird because of the contest, the instagram thing," she frowned

"Alright, it can stay between us. But I think he'd be cool with it" Ellie said as they both relax turning the TV on

Joel looked at his reflection through the front door and then looked down at the ground. He smiled to himself before opening the door, acting like he didn't hear a thing. He walked into the living room to see then watching TV asking them what they'd like for food,

"Pizza, please!" They said at the same time. He laughed whilst walking back into the kitchen, going to the freezer to get the pizzas out

"Ellie how many pizzas do you think you can eat?"

"I can eat a lot, Mr Miller" she giggled

"Got it. And Ellie enough with the Mr Miller, its just Joel. You've been friends long enough with Sarah to know better, " he laughed "anyways pizza coming right up"

"Okay Joel!" She yelled out laughing

Sarah walked into the kitchen to get sodas for her and Ellie. He smiled at her. She hugged him before going back into the living room. As she walked in and sat down, they both laughed at something happening on the TV.

After 20 minutes, Joel started to plate up the pizzas, and he set the plates on the table he shouted both Sarah and Ellie. 5 minutes in as they were eating, a notification came through on both Sarah and Joel's phones, pascalispunk liked her post, and a few minutes after, pascalispunk commented on her post, Sarah looked at her dad before opening the notification

pascalispunk: This has to be the highlight of my day. I hope to meet you guys one day! 👨🏻👨🏻🙌🏻

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The room went silent. 1,500 likes hit that comment in seconds, but more continued. Joel didn't open the app. He didn't need to. He could feel the world getting smaller, the privacy he craved slipping through his fingers. He feared the day he couldn't walk into a store without a camera in his face.

After they ate their pizzas, Joel took out his keys, asking Ellie if she's ready to go home, Sarah always came with him. She didn't like Ellie leaving without her. They are practically stuck like glue, the closest best friends.

After dropping Ellie off, Joel remained quiet. He saw Sarah looking at him, waiting for a reaction—either anger or excitement. He didn't give her either. Instead, he pulled into a local grocery store. "Wait here," he said.

He walked to the media section, scanning the rows of DVDs. He found what he was looking for, paid, and tucked the plastic bag behind his seat.

Back home, they settled onto the couch with snacks. The TV was still off. Joel looked at Sarah, then at the bag from the store. He reached out and set it on the coffee table.

"I heard you and Ellie talking earlier," Joel began, his voice low but not unkind. "About you being a fan. About me 'freaking out'."

Sarah bit her lip, looking down. "Dad, I didn't want it to be weird."

Joel sighed, reaching into the bag. He pulled out a DVD of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. "Well," he said, a small, tired smile tugging at his lips. "If I'm gonna have this guy’s face, I guess we should probably see if he can actually act. Movie night?"

Sarah’s face lit up with a glow brighter than any Instagram notification. "Movie night," she whispered.

As the movie started, Joel looked at the screen, then at his daughter, realizing that as long as she was happy, he could handle being a "twin" to the world.

After the movie ended, Sarah looked looked up at Joel who's eye's were still glued to the TV. He didn't know what to think besides praising Pedro Pascal for his work. He turned towards Sarah, smiling, speechless because he loved the movie so much, he gasped a 'wow' now he knows why everyone loves this man, but it was still weird that he starting to like a man that 'looked like him'.

"He's actually really good. I know I've only watched one movie, but just seeing what this man can do is pretty insane, absolutely amazing I could watch it again" he smiled down at his daughter

"I told you so but to understand how pedro can go from emotional scene to aggressive and crazy one movie. You need to watch more of his stuff, especially The Last Of Us, The Mandalorian, Game Of Thrones, Narcos. Dad, I can literally name them all they are really good, you'd love them, " Sarah say as she sit up about to get ready to go to sleep

"Babygirl, before you go, I have something to tell you" he sighs

She sits back down, looking at her dad with a concerned face. Joel pulled out his phone, opening up instagram to direct message. He passed the phone to her with the message open. "They want me to do an interview for the whole contest thing. Now, obviously, i haven't replied yet, but if I do agree, I have to let them know before the a couple weeks before so they can schedule it for the weekend after that"

"Dad, you have to do this. Me and Ellie will listen to it. Please, or I could come with you" emotions going through her body she launches herself at him, tears in her eyes he takes his phone from her, after she calms down they stay hugging until he realises that she fell asleep on him. Just her reaction he couldn't say no, even if it is weird.

Joel woke up early the next morning feeling nervous he could feel anxiety building in his bones as he poured his coffee. He was considering letting Sarah have the day off school, but she said herself she wanted to listen to the interview with Ellie, but he's going to give her a choice when he wakes her up. It was 7:00am he received the reply saying to be there at 9:30am with the location, it will be a 10 minute drive so he has loads of time to take Sarah to school if she chooses to go.

It's not 7:30 am. He walks upstairs to wake Sarah up. He'll give her breakfast, and then he'll give her the choice while she eats.

He waits for her to come down whilst grilling pancakes with bacon, a soft smile forming on his face thinking about the whole thing, from being in New York work to winning a contest, and to now thousands of people noticing him, and to think thousands, maybe millions of people are going to listen and notice him after this interview. It made him so nervous because he didn't want the attention, he only did because of the prize and because Sarah told him to.

Sarah came down the stairs rubbing her eyes. She froze seeing Joel up early before her usual banging on the door for the alarm. She walked who over to him, hugging him tight, Joel told her to sit down whilst he finished her breakfast. He set down her plate before taking his own

"Sarah, I don't do this often, and it's totally up to you, but I'm giving you a choice. Do you want to have the day off school, or do you want to go in and do what you said you were going to do to listen in with Ellie?

"What time do you need to be there by ?" She asks, continuing to eat

"9:30am, it's a ten minute drive"

"I want to go into school because me Ellie is going to listen in together," says finishing her breakfast. Joel nodded and then told her to get ready for school after her last bite.

Joel drove Sarah to school that morning, Ellie met them in the parking lot, a huge smile on her face. Sarah and Ellie hugged before they both hugged Joel, wishing him good luck.

Joel sat in the parking lot in front of the build, hand on his heart, taking deep breaths, easing his anxiety whilst he had 10 minutes spare time. After some time, he exits the car before walking into the building. As soon as he walked through the doors, he didn't need introductions, they already knew and guided him to the broadcast booth.

HOUSWERX Radio: Live from Austin

Date: July 2, 2025

Host: Jax Thorne

Guest: Joel Miller

Jax Thorne: You’re listening to HOUSWERX Radio, 98.2, the pulse of Austin. I’m Jax Thorne, and sitting across from me today is a man who has accidentally became a recognizable face in Texas—and possibly the world—over the last couple weeks that have gone by. He’s a local contractor, a girl-dad, and the undisputed winner of the New York Pedro Pascal Lookalike Contest. Joel Miller, welcome to the studio.

Joel Miller: *Clears throat, leaning back slightly from the mic* Hey. Thanks for having me. Sorry, I’m… I’m usually on the other side of the radio, listening to you while I’m hauling lumber. This is a bit much.

Jax Thorne: *Laughs* You’re doing great, Joel. Just relax. You’re 36, you’ve lived in Austin all your life, and you’ve spent the last 14 years raising your daughter, Sarah, as a single father. That’s the real full-time job, isn’t it?

Joel Miller: Yeah, it is. It’s just been the two of us since she was a baby, my little brother helps every now and then. I was 22 when it started. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, honestly.

Jax Thorne: We’ve heard it wasn’t always easy. You’ve mentioned before that those early years were a bit of a climb?

Joel Miller: *Voice drops, becoming more reflective* Yeah. It was a struggle for a long time. Trying to build my own construction business while making sure she had everything she needed… there were a lot of late nights, a lot of worrying about bills, and way too many PB&J sandwiches for dinner. But Sarah, she’s a good kid. She made it easy to want to work hard. Things are stable now—I’ve got the business running well—but I never expected this to be the reason people were calling me.

Jax Thorne: Well, let’s talk about “this.” The Pedro Pascal Lookalike Contest in New York. You flew out there work, but ended with you stood on a stage, and you won. But here’s the kicker—you didn’t even know who Pedro Pascal was those weeks, nearly a month ago?

Joel Miller: *Chuckles* Not a clue. I don’t get much TV time. If it’s not the news or a Cowboys game, I’m probably asleep. Sarah mentioned she'd watched these shows—The Mandalorian, The Last of Us— but last night when we both drove her friend home, we stopped outside the store. But when we got home last night, I was basically like 'okay let's see just how much of an actor this man is,' and when I put the movie on, I just kept staring at the screen, speechless but this man had longer hair. But after watching the movie, Sarah shows me more pictures on her phone, obviously some with shorter hair, and just keeps saying, "Dad, you’re literally this man." I told her she needed her eyes checked.

Jax Thorne: So you didn't see the resemblance?

Joel Miller: I don’t, really. I mean, maybe it's the gray in the beard? That I don't see, but even after I won, I was telling myself it was just the lighting. My brother, Tommy… he’s been the worst. He calls me "Hollywood" now. He and Sarah have a group chat dedicated solely to sending me pictures of Pedro eating a sandwich or something and asking why I’m out in public without telling them.

Jax Thorne: That’s hilarious. But in all seriousness, you’ve credited Sarah for this whole whirlwind.

Joel Miller: I would’ve lived my whole life never knowing who the man was if it wasn't for her. She’s the fan. She’s the one who knows his entire filmography. I’m just the guy who happens to have the same face, apparently.

Jax Thorne: Speaking of Sarah, let’s talk about the Instagram post. She posted a photo of you working on a site, side-by-side with a photo of Pedro. It went viral, but then something happened that no one expected.

Joel Miller: *Shaking his head* Man, my phone nearly melted. Sarah has this connection through social media—she follows Coco Ullrich, Pedro’s hair stylist. Apparently, Coco saw the post Sarah made, thought it was uncanny, and actually showed it to Pedro himself while he was in the chair.

Jax Thorne: And he liked it! And commented!

Joel Miller: He did. He wrote, "it was the highlight of his day" or something like that. Sarah screamed so loud I thought she’d stepped on a nail. Seeing her that happy… that was the best part of this whole thing.

Jax Thorne: Alright, before we let you go back to the job site, we’ve got some rapid-fire questions from our listeners. Ready?

Joel Miller: *Rubbing his neck* I’ll try.

Jax Thorne: Favorite Texas BBQ spot?

Joel Miller: Terry Black’s. No contest.

Jax Thorne: Coffee or Whiskey?

Joel Miller: Coffee at 6 AM, Whiskey at 8 PM. So both I'll say

Jax Thorne: If you could build anything, what would it be?

Joel Miller: A farmhouse out in the hill country. Somewhere quiet.

Jax Thorne: Last one: Do you think you’re more handsome than Pedro Pascal?

Joel Miller: *Laughs* Absolutely not. That man is a movie star. I’m just a guy with a hammer.

Jax Thorne: Joel Miller, everyone! The humblest man in Austin. Thanks for stopping by, Joel.

Joel Miller: Thanks, Jax. Appreciate it.

Hope you enjoyed this part. Let me know what you think. Thank you for reading. More coming soon but don't worry, it won't me a year late like this part was

P.s. yeah I tried to make it look like a real interview, I have no idea how radio show work in texas, or the states for that matter, I did look up radio station in texas and the one I picked just sounded cool so yeah.

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longer strands

requested! thank you. ♡ content: fluff, kissing, hair pulling (non-explicit)

you noticed it before he did.

the way it curled a little more at the nape of his neck. the way the front strands kept falling into his eyes when he laughed. the way it brushed his collar when he turned his head too fast.

“it’s getting long,” you murmur one night, both of you half-melted into the couch, a lamp casting honeyed light over the living room.

pedro huffs softly. “yeah? people keep telling me that.”

you don’t answer with words. you just slide closer.

your fingers slip into his hair like they’ve been waiting for this exact length. slower now. softer. you scratch lightly at his scalp and he exhales like a man who didn’t realize he’d been holding tension in his body all day.

“oh,” he breathes, voice dropping. “that’s dangerous.”

you smile against his shoulder. “why?”

“because if you keep doing that, i’m not leaving this couch for the rest of my life.”

you keep going.

your nails drag gently from his temple to the back of his head, and you feel the subtle shiver run through him. his hand tightens at your waist. he shifts so he’s practically folding over you, forehead pressing into your collarbone.

“baby,” he murmurs, muffled against your skin, “don’t weaponize my hair against me.”

you laugh and tilt his chin up. and god.

the way the longer strands fall into his lashes makes your stomach flip. you push them back tenderly, combing through with your fingers, watching how easily they tangle around them now.

“i like it,” you confess.

“yeah?” he asks, and there’s that soft, boyish tone he only uses when he cares about the answer.

you nod, threading your fingers into his hair again—but this time you don’t just scratch. you tug.

just enough.

his breath catches. his eyes darken in that slow, lazy way that makes your knees weak even sitting down.

“careful,” he warns gently.

“i am,” you whisper.

you pull him down into a kiss. and it’s different like this.

your fingers curl into the back of his hair, gripping the longer strands when his mouth deepens against yours. you can feel how responsive he is to it — how his hands press firmer at your hips when you tug slightly, how his kiss grows heavier, hungrier, but still soft in that pedro way. always affectionate. always intentional.

he breaks away only to rest his forehead against yours.

“you’re enjoying this way too much,” he murmurs.

“you grew it for me,” you tease.

“i absolutely did not.”

you grin and pull him back down again — this time more confident. your nails scrape lightly at his scalp and he groans, low and warm, like you’ve found some secret switch.

“okay,” he mutters between kisses, “maybe i’ll keep it.”

your hand slides to the nape of his neck, fingers playing with the curls there, twisting one absentmindedly.

“good,” you whisper, pressing a slow kiss to his jaw. “because i’m not done with it.”

he laughs softly, but it dissolves into another breath when you scratch lightly behind his ear. his entire body relaxes under you. he practically melts.

“this is unfair,” he mumbles. “i can’t compete with you.”

“you don’t have to.”

you settle back against the couch, guiding his head into your lap.

he goes willingly. immediately.

big movie star, acclaimed actor, grown man— and he just folds himself into you like this is the safest place on earth.

your fingers move through his hair again, slower now. rhythmic. gentle scratches. light tugs. brushing it away from his forehead. pushing it back. letting it fall again just so you can fix it.

he closes his eyes.

“if you ever stop doing this,” he murmurs lazily, “i’m filing a formal complaint.”

you smile down at him.

“don’t worry,” you say softly. “i’m enjoying the longer strands.”

his hand finds yours where it’s tangled in his hair. he presses a kiss to your wrist without even opening his eyes.

“good,” he whispers.

and you keep playing with his hair long after the tv goes quiet.

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Pedro Pascal Lookalike Contest Masterlist

Joel Miller / Pedro Pascal

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

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

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[joelmillerpascal]

Comfort Friend

Pairing: Best Friend Dieter x Female Reader

Summary: You have broken up with your boyfriend, so you call Dieter. He is your best friend, so he's going to show up. He has a spare room but even up in one bed

Additional tags: no age-gap / friendship / dieter & reader share one bed / cute / soft fluff / light fluff / emotional / tears / close friendship. { let me know if I missed any tags }

Word Count: 1747

This was written for The Naughty or Nice Writing Challenge. My challenges were Dieter Bravo, One Bed, and Nice. Challenge by @tateypots . I hope you guys enjoy this

Divider by @saradika-graphics & I had chosen bubbles for the movie

The last text from boyfriend had been the final, short but brutal. "I can't do this anymore. I've been seeing someone else, I'm sorry, bye." The words swam before her eyes, blurring into an uncontrollable mess as fresh tears streamed down her face. Her chest ached with a pain that felt too vast to ever fill.

Her fingers, trembling, navigated to her contacts. There was only one person she wanted to call, the one person who always knew how to make things even a little bit better. Dieter.

The phone rang twice before his familiar, calm voice answered. "Hey, what's up, buttercup?"

His usual cheerful greeting felt like a dagger to her already shattered heart. A fresh wave of sobs wracked her body, making it noticeable through her words.

"Hey? What's wrong? What happened?" His voice instantly shifted, laced with concern and urgency.

"He… he… he broke up with me," she managed to choke out between gasps for air. The words, once spoken aloud, solidified the devastating reality.

A beat of silence followed, and then, "I'm on my way. Don't move. Just… just breathe, okay? I'll be there as fast as I can."

She didn't question how he knew where "there" was, or how quickly he’d drop everything. That was just Dieter. Her Dieter.

True to his word, Dieter showed up after minutes later when she heard the familiar knock on her apartment door. She fumbled with the locks, her vision still blurry, and practically fell into his arms the moment the door opened.

He held her tight, a comforting her through this storm of grief. His presence alone was a balm, a silent promise that she wasn't alone. He smelled of his usual blend of old books and something uniquely "Dieter" – a scent you found incredibly grounding.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he murmured, gently stroking her hair. "Let it all out. I'm here."

He guided her to the couch, never once releasing his embrace. He simply sat there, holding her as she cried until her throat was raw and her eyes were swollen almost shut. He didn't offer anything or try to fix it. He just was there. And for now, that was everything.

Eventually, the tears subsided into sniffles. She pulled back slightly, wiping your face with the back of your hand. "I'm sorry," she whispered, feeling embarrassed by the snot and tear-stained mess she made on his shirt.

He shook his head, his brown eyes soft with understanding. "Don't you dare apologize. You're hurting, buttercup. And it's okay to feel that hurt." He offered her a tissue from the box he had magically appeared out of thin air.

"What am I going to do?" She asked, her voice small and lost.

"First, you're going to get some rest," he said, his tone firm but gentle. "Then, we'll figure it out. One step at a time." He stood up, pulling her gently along with him. "Come on. You look exhausted."

"But where…?" she started, looking around her messy apartment.

"You're coming to my place," he stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I've got a spare room. You can stay as long as you need."

The thought of being alone in her apartment tonight was unbearable. The thought of being at Dieter's, in his familiar, comforting space, brought a sliver of peace. "Okay," she mumbled, a fragile "thank you" hanging unspoken in the air.

Dieter helped her gather a few essentials, a toothbrush, some clean clothes, while she moved in a daze. He even packed her favourite worn-out t-shirt she stole from him, knowing it would bring her comfort.

The drive to his apartment was quiet, punctuated only by her occasional sniffles. Dieter occasionally reached over to squeeze her hand, a silent reassurance.

When they arrived, his apartment, usually filled with the lively chaos of his various creative projects, was neat and tidy. He must have tidied up before coming to get you. The thought brought another pang to her chest – he always went the extra mile for her.

"The spare room is ready," he said, leading her down a short hallway. "Fresh sheets, and I even found that lavender spray you like."

She glanced into the room. It was indeed spotless, a small vase with a single daisy on the bedside table. He remembered even the smallest details.

"Thank you, Dieter," she said, her voice still hoarse. "You really didn't have to."

"Of course, I did," he said, giving her a gentle push towards the bed. "Now, get some rest. I'll be in the living room if you need anything."

She nodded, too tired to argue. She changed into her t-shirt, the familiar fabric, Dieter's old shirt to bring her more comfort. The bed was soft, the lavender scent soothing, but sleep felt elusive. Every time she closed her eyes, her now ex-boyfriend's words tattooed in her mind after reading the text over and over before Dieter appeared at her apartment door.

After what felt like an eternity, she crept out of the spare room and found Dieter on the couch, scrolling through his phone, coffee steaming beside him. He looked up immediately, a worried frown creasing his brow.

"Can't sleep?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

She shook her head, clutching her arms around herself. "My mind won't shut off."

He patted the spot beside him on the couch. "Come here."

She curled up next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her, providing a warmth she desperately craved. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound the soft hum of the TV and the refrigerator.

"I just don't understand," she finally whispered, her voice cracking. "Everything seemed fine. We were talking about moving in together next year."

Dieter sighed, his chin resting on her head. "Sometimes, people just… change their minds. It's not a reflection on you. You're incredible."

His words, simple as they were, spoke softly with a truth she hadn't been able to grasp. It wasn't her fault. It just was how life changed.

"I still feel like I'm going to burst," she confessed, a fresh wave of sadness washing over her.

"I know," he said softly. "It's going to hurt for a while. But you're not going through it alone." He gently tilted her head up, making her look at him. His eyes held a depth of compassion that made her heart ache in a different, softer way. "I'm always here. Always."

As the night wore on, the spare room, despite Dieter's best efforts, started to feel cold and lonely. She tossed and turned, the silence amplifying her thoughts.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she tiptoed to Dieter's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, a soft light spilling from inside. She pushed it open to find him asleep, sprawled across his bed, a book fallen open on his chest.

She hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt. But the overwhelming need for comfort, for proximity.

"Dieter?" she whispered, nudging his shoulder gently.

He stirred, his eyes blinking open. "Hey? What's wrong?" he asked, instantly awake and concerned.

"I… I can't sleep," she admitted, feeling like a child. "It's just… too quiet."

He looked at her, his gaze understanding. He didn't say anything, just shifted over, making space on his bed. "Come here," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

She slipped into the bed beside him, the warmth of his body a welcome contrast to the chill that had settled in her bones. She laid on her side, facing away from him, trying to give him space.

But after a moment, she felt his arm snake around her waist, pulling her gently against him. His chin rested on her shoulder, his breath warm on her neck.

"Better?" he whispered.

She nodded, a silent tear escaping and tracing a path down her face. She felt safe, protected, and for the first time since ex's text, not utterly alone.

They lay like that for a long time, the only sound of their comfortable soft breathing. The familiarity of his presence, the soft press of his body against hers, was a comfort beyond words. The world outside the bedroom felt far away, its sharp edges blunted by the warmth of their shared space.

She felt his lips brush against her hair. "You know I love you, right?" he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Her heart fluttered. "I love you too, Dieter," she whispered back, the words feeling profound in the stillness of the night.

He tightened his arm around her, pulling her even closer. She could feel the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat against her back. The closeness was intimate, yet entirely innocent, a testament to the depth of their friendship. It was a comfort, a lifeline, in her darkest hour.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky, a soft light filtered into the room. She was still nestled against Dieter, his arm a secure weight around her. She stirred, slowly opening her eyes. He was awake, looking at her, his eyes warm and gentle.

"Morning, buttercup," he whispered, a small, sleepy smile playing on his lips.

"Morning," she replied, her voice still a little raspy.

He leaned in, his gaze tender. For a moment, she thought he might just kiss her forehead, a familiar gesture of affection. But his eyes dropped to her lips, and a breath caught in her throat.

Slowly, carefully, he closed the distance between them. His lips were soft against hers, a hesitant, tender touch. It wasn't passionate or demanding, but a gentle kiss filled with comfort, understanding, and a quiet promise. It tasted faintly of sleep and the coffee he’d been drinking the night before.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched hers. There was no awkwardness, no questioning. Just a shared understanding of meaningful words.

"Feeling a little better?" he asked, his thumb gently stroking her cheek.

She nodded, a genuine smile finally gracing her lips. "A lot better. Thank you, Dieter. For everything."

He smiled back, a genuine, heartwarming smile. "Always, buttercup. Always.

The world still felt a little broken, but with Dieter by her side, sharing his bed, his warmth, and his unspoken promises, she knew she would eventually find a way to put the pieces back together. And maybe, just maybe, this brokenness would lead to something new, something unexpected, something wonderful with the person who had always been her steady knight and shining armour.