PEDROTOBER 2024

I have never done this before & I know it’s technically a drawing challenge set up by @alyssamariag & @norththelemon but I was away on holiday & had some time to write, so I thought why not. Yes I should have worked on WIP & other things but you know this is gonna be fun. I’ve taken some liberties with some but you’ll understand why.

I will be updating this every day in October so stay for the that. Most of these are short with hints of smut but some are well you know all to well.

So please let me know peoples how you find these

Warnings before we start:- some of these fics will not be for those under the age of 18 so please read at your own discretion, also assume consent is used for most of these unless stated & swearing will be included in a few of these. Any other warnings will appear per fic

1 month

31 fan fics

Over 32,050 words (yes I’ve done the maths)

Over 900 comments likes reposts & shares

I am truly overwhelmed by your love & support that you gave me in October

It’s given me the confidence to go forward with my projects I want to do

The love for Joel, The General & Dave (as always) was huge & my heart is full

Thank you all so much for reading liking & sharing Pedrotober with me & thanks again @alyssamariag & @norththelemon for the prompt list & everyone else who took part in this on insta Twitter & tumblr

It was so fun

Maybe I will do it again next year…

I’m so proud of all the wonderful work you did

Day 21 - Curls 👨🏻‍🦱

Curls. Curls. Curls. OH MY GOD. Curls.

@alyssamariag @norththelemon

He’s so adorable!!!!

Useless - A Pedrotober Drabble

"Let me get that for you, Dad. Don't strain yourself," Sarah goads as she reaches up to grab a mug from the cabinet. You watch from your place at the kitchen table as she proceeds to pour out Joel's morning coffee into the cup. She cautiously hands it to him with a smirk and a reminder that it's hot.

Joel, on the other hand, simply stares at his daughter with a sour expression. "I'm fine. I can get my own damn coffee," he grumbles, sinking into the chair next to you, mug in hand. He'd dislocated his shoulder a few days ago when he not so gracefully fell down the stairs., and now neither you nor Sarah would let him forget it.

Hey Elise? This was wild.

Lucky - A Pedrotober Drabble

"You'll find someone eventually, sweetie," your mom reminds you for what feels like the millionth time. "You just have to put yourself out there."

It's exhausting, really, these weekly phone calls where you're reminded time and time again that your brother is getting married. Five years younger and he was beating you to the alter the same way every one of your friends has. But he was lucky. He met his future wife in college when they sat next to one another in class. An organic meet cute that spawned into a flourishing relationship.

Meanwhile, your college boyfriend cheated on you the first chance he got.

"I have to go, Mom," you cut her off as Frankie walks through the front door. He gives you a knowing look when he realizes you're on the phone, moving through your house like he lives there. And these days, he basically does.

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Day 7 #pedrotober2024 Ezra

Grumpy spaceman from Prospect 🤣

Art challenge by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag

Day 7 - Ezra 💚

Ah Ezra. My sweetheart scoundrel. My pretty poet. The person who I would willingly drop everything & go traipsing around a toxic moon with. Whenever I'm reading an old paperback or listening to the sound of spring rain, you will be at the center of my thoughts. You've stolen my heart sweaty man & nobody will ever compare to you. If only you were real. (I'm actually proud of how this came out tbh - I think I did pretty well!!!). <3 <3 <3

@alyssamariag @norththelemon

Countdown - A Pedrotober Drabble

Ten.

"You have to go." His words rip through you like a knife and you hesitate, turning back to look at him.

Nine.

You want to plead. Beg him to come with you into the small capsule that you both know is only designed for one.

Eight.

"We'll figure it out, Ezra," you try to reassure him. "I'll come back. I'll find a ship and I'll come back."

Seven.

"I know you will." He says it like he believes it, even though the lie sits between you until it becomes stale. The fact that you have a chance to escape now is just dumb luck, and dumb luck rarely repeats itself.

Six.

He presses you further into the capsule, his body crowding you into the cramped space. He buckles the straps across your chest, the beep of the timer ticking beside your head.

Five.

His helmet presses against yours, just for a second. It's not close enough. It never would be.

Four.

You want to scream as he moves toward the door. You madly grab at his hand, tangling your fingers together at the last second. To touch him for just a moment longer even through the layers that separate your fingertips.

Three.

His eyes betray his emotions and you see the desire to hold you back. To keep you here, with him, on this godforsaken planet simply because you make it better. You make his entire existence better. You can see all the reasons he wants to keep you, which are also all the reasons he has to let you go.

Two.

You tell yourself he'll find his way back to you. He's resourceful, he's kept you both alive all this time. You want to believe that you'll spend another night in his arms, be allowed to love him the way he deserves to be loved. That you'll get the chance to give him the life you both dreamed of. That he'll find a way, even if you can't.

One.

"I love you," you whisper as he pulls away and shuts the door, closing you off as the engines rumble. The crash had taken everything from you. But it hadn't taken him. And yet, you'd lost him anyway.

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