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Dressed to Impress

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Pre/No!Outbreak)

Word Count: 3,057

Summary: You and Sarah manage to convince Joel to dress up for Halloween. He's not too excited about it but agrees anyway. However, once he see's your costume...Halloween jus tmight be his new favorite holiday.

Author's Note: This is part of my kinktober celebration and the PPCU Halloween event. Thank you bunches to Sel @jupiter-soups and Harley @huffle-punk for setting it up! 💕💕love and hugs! I took two prompts; one from fluff: You and Sarah convince Joel to dress up for Halloween. He isn't thrilled. And one from smut: You surprise Joel by dressing up for Halloween as something that he has mentioned finding sexy. For the second prompt I didn't get specific because I figured it would be more fun for the reader to imagine their own sexy costume- whatever you wear- Joel LOVES it. I also want to thank my dear friends @flordeamatista and @mrsmischief209 for helping me with Joel's costume, you're both amazing! ❤️💕Thank you all so much for reading and much love always! ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: it's fun and fluffy, silly and soft, lots of flirting and tension, Joel is sweet but definitely grumpy, reader has some sass, semi-public f-in-g-e-ri-ng, light d-ir-t-y talk, it's a whole ride lol

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“No.”

His hands land on his hips as he stares back at you.

“But Joel, it’ll be…”

Your words are cut off by his second, “no.”

“Joel!” you whine.

“Darlin’,” he warns.

You stick your bottom lip out in a pout and give him your best sad eyes.

“Still no,” he says.

You change tactics.

With a sweet smile you step into his space and press yourself against him.

“I know it’s not your favorite idea but don’t you want to do it for me? Make me happy?”

His hands falls from his hips and land on yours, pulling you closer.

“Now you’re playin’ dirty angel.”

Your lips curve into a wicked smile. “I can play much dirtier than this if you want.”

You lift your fingers to his hair and comb them through, lightly scratching his scalp before they slide down the back of his neck and trace his jaw.

With a light brush of your lips you whisper, “please Joel. Just this once. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

You kiss him before he can answer and you feel his low growl rumble through his chest as he pushes you against the wall of the bedroom.

With rushed hands you pull at his tee shirt, tugging it up and over his head. Your fingers caress his warm skin as his lips kiss and nip at your neck.

“Joel,” you moan.

He grabs your thigh, lifting it to spread you open so he can settle between you legs.

“Now who’s playing dirty,” you gasp when you feel his hardness press into your stomach.

His hand slides higher and his fingers dip into the waistband of your leggings.

“You started it,” he murmurs.

“Is that a yes then?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady as his fingers tease your skin.

His cell phone rings before he can answer and you both let out a frustrated groan.

“One guess who’s callin’,” he grumbles.

He grabs his phone from his jeans pocket and flips it open, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Hey,” he says which you follow right after with, “hey tommy,” loud enough so he can hear it on the other end of the line.

Joel reluctantly releases you and takes a step back but his intense gaze tracks your every move while you fix your clothes.

As you start to walk out of the room you sing out, “since you didn’t say no that time, I’m going to take it as a maybe!”

Before you get out of the doorway he comes up behind you and smacks your ass, making you squeal. His arm wraps around your waist and he drags your back to his bare chest, his soft breath tickling your ear when he whispers, “a maybe.”

You can hear Tommy on the other end of the line asking what the hell is going and when you look over your shoulder Joel’s eyes are dark, his ‘maybe’ and so much more hanging in the air between you both.   

“How many times did he say no?” Sarah asks the moment you walk into the kitchen.

“Only three times,” you smile.

She blows out a raspberry and stabs her eggs with her fork.

“BUT!” you continue. “I think I’ve got him at a maybe now and if you lay it on thick we might be able to convince him.”

Sarah smiles deviously and when you hear Joel’s heavy footfalls on the stairs you both straighten your shoulders in preparation.

“Hey dad,” Sarah chimes brightly when he walks in.

You match her smile and offer him a hot cup of fresh coffee.

He looks between you both, his lips pursed and his eyes narrowed.

“Don’t even try…” he begins.

“BUT DAD,” Sarah interjects, “we all have to dress up. You can’t come trick or treating otherwise!”

“Who said I wanna go trick or treating?,” he says before sipping his coffee.

Both you and Sarah give him a stern look.

“YOU HAVE TO!” you both shout.

He sighs and sits down at the table.

“PLEASE,” Sarah says. “We can think of something awesome for you to dress up as.”

“I already have an idea,” you say, clasping your hands together in excitement. “You’ll look amazing.”

You wink at Sarah and she grins before turning pleading eyes to Joel.

You grab your plate and seat yourself on Joel’s spread thigh, curling into him and grabbing his fork to feed him a bite of eggs.

“Please,” you say softly.

Joel studies your face before he moves his eyes to Sarah.

“Fine,” he mumbles then takes the bite of eggs off the fork.

You and Sarah let out an excited cheer. Sarah hops out of her seat and comes around the table to kiss Joel’s cheek. You do the same on the other side.

He grumbles out something unintelligible but you can see the smile playing upon his lips.

“See you guys later,” Sarah says as she grabs her schoolbag and rushes toward the door.

Just before she’s out of the house she turns back and looks at Joel to say, “your tee shirt’s inside out.” Then she disappears out the door.

You giggle into your hand but quickly press your lips together to suppress any further joy when Joel pins you with a glare.

“Shit,” he says, looking down.

“Oops,” you say with feigned innocence and a shrug of your shoulders.

With a smug smile you hold up the fork again. “You have to eat more before you’re late.”

He looks up and takes the bite but then removes the fork from your hand.

“Oh I plan on it darlin’,” he simpers.

He swats at your ass until you get up and then promptly moves the dishes over and sits you on the edge of the table.

“Joel…” you breathe out as your arms wrap around his neck.

Just as his thumbs hook into your leggings you hear the loud clunk and roll of Tommy’s truck.

“Ah fuck,” Joel sighs, dropping his face to your neck.

You let out a little whimper and cling to him.

“Later,” he promises before kissing you softly.

Tommy barges in all smiles.

“Hey you two,” he greets.

Joel mumbles some form of a greeting and you go give Tommy a hug.

Tommy gives you a squeeze then looks to Joel. “What up his ass?”

“He agreed to dress up for Halloween this year,” you answer happily.

Tommy grins and walks over to Joel, slapping him on the back. “Shit brother, your girls can get you to do anything huh?”

You do a little happy victory dance as you place the dishes in the sink.

“Come on,” Joel says to Tommy, “let’s go.”

“What about my breakfast?” Tommy asks, checking the pan.

“We’ll pick you somethin’ up on the road,” Joel sighs.

You gently pat Tommy on the back. “There would have been pancakes but we’re out of mix.”

Tommy gives you a lopsided smile and then grabs the last piece of toast.

“See you later babe,” Tommy says before he heads back out to the truck.

He takes one last look at Joel, the toast dangling between his fingers as he points and says, “your tee shirt’s inside out.”

With another muttered curse Joel grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

He stalks toward you at the counter, caging you against it with his arms on either side of your body.

“You,” he whispers as he leans in and bumps his nose along yours, “are all mine when I get home.”

“Is all this gel really necessary?” he asks as you run your fingers through his hair for the hundredth time.

You stand between his spread legs and look him over, adjusting a piece of hair here and there.

“Yes. It is,” you state. “Eeeeeee Joel!”

After wiping your hands you check his bow tie, pulling on the ends to tighten it before you straighten it again.

“PERFECT! Sarah get in here!”

You grab Joel’s hand and drag him to his feet. Sarah rushes in and immediately gives out a loud ‘whoop’ before laughing.

“Dad this is so good,” she says. “You look just like Gomez!”

Joel turns to look in the mirror, his expression full of his usual grumpiness.

“Well, you’ve already got the grumpy look down perfectly,” you tease.

He just scoffs as he lifts his fingers to touch his hair.

“DON’T!” you tell him. “Just leave it!”

“You look amazing,” you tell Sarah. “Super scary.”

Sarah smiles and does a twirl to show off the full affect of her costume.

“You look great sweetheart,” Joel says before his eyes slide back to you.

“What about you darlin’? Where’s your costume?” he asks.

“Oh, I’m going to get ready now,” you say with a twinkle of your fingers. “See you downstairs.”

You pepper his face with kisses before shooing him away.

You’re just applying the finishing touches to your make-up when you hear Joel coming up the stairs.

“Angel, are you almost rea….?”

His words die on his parted lips as he takes you in, his eyes traveling hungrily from your head to your toes.

“Well?” you ask, smoothing your hands down your body.

The grind of his jaw says it all and your smile grows.

“Joel…?” you purr. “Couldn’t wait for me to come downstairs?”

He walks all the way into the room and shuts the door.

“I wanted to see what was takin’ so long…”

“Well I’m ready now,” you sing with a sweet smile. “Let’s go.”

He stops you with his body, his heat washing over you and his mouth dipping to your ear.

“You think I’m goin’ trick or treating and to some party with you lookin’ like this?”

“Like what?” you ask, your tone demure.

The air between you is charged and disappearing by the inch.

“Darlin’,” he murmurs, his breathe a whisper along the shell of your ear.

You look at him through your lashes, the light scruff of his beard brushing your cheek and making you sigh out his name.

“We’re going to be late and Sarah is waiting….”

You step back and hear his sound of disapproval deep in his throat. It makes you shiver.

His eyes are glued to you as you turn and open the door and when you meet his gaze again it’s filled with heat and filthy promises.

When you enter the kitchen Sarah whistles loudly and grins. “WOW!”

You give her a bright smile and start toward the door. “Time to trick or treat!”

Once Sarah has plenty of candy you usher her off to her friends house for the night. They are having a sleepover with scary movies and lots of sugar.

As soon as Sarah is safely delivered to her new destination Joel settles his hand at your lower back and starts to push you back toward the house.

“Did you forget we have to stop by the neighbors house for the adult party?” you giggle.

He stops walking and presses himself against your back. “Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough today angel?”

“No,” you state, turning to face him. “I don’t think you’ve suffered at all in fact.”

Joel opens his mouth to argue but you press your finger to his lips.

“I’ve seen you smile and I know you love how much everyone is gushing over your costume and it won’t kill you to hang out with some friends for a couple of hours.”

He kisses your finger and then grabs your wrist to pull your hand away.

“An hour,” he growls.

“Two,” you counter.

He stares at you daringly, leaning forward and covering the inches between you, his eyes falling to your lips.

“And it’ll be your fault when I drag you somewhere dark and get my fingers inside you.”

Your breathy sigh is followed by a lick of your lips, Joel’s eyes following the movement with a hungry stare.

You don’t respond, not trusting yourself when your brain and body are consumed by him, and instead take his hand and move in the direction of the party.

“All the beer is still warm so I got you wine.”

You hold the glass out for him then search for a seat. When you see there aren’t any left you situate yourself on his thigh and rest yourself along his shoulder.

He takes a sip of the wine, eyeing you over the rim.

“Any good?” you ask.

Without an answer he curls his hand around the back of your neck and drags you down for a kiss, giving you a taste.

“Mm,” you hum against his lips. “Yummy.”

You chat with some of your neighbors, snacking and sipping your drink.

“You’re pulling off the whole grumpy Gomez thing really well,” you tease when there’s a lull in conversation.

“Who said I’m grumpy?” Joel replies with a smirk.

You dance your fingers up his chest and then lightly scratch them over his beard.

“I want another kiss,” you whisper.

He happily obliges but when you press yourself closer, shifting in his lap, he groans out a curse and pulls away.

At your questioning look he sighs.

“Darlin’…unless you want to stay in this chair for the rest of the night you better stop kissing my like that and wiggling your ass.”

You move again, unintentionally, and the hardness between his legs pushes against you.

“Oh,” you squeak. “Ohhh….”

He tightens his grip, his fingers digging into your skin in warning.

“Behave.”

“I’ll be good,” you promise with a slow blink.

“That’ll be a first,” he mutters.

You kiss him again, giggling when he starts to squirm beneath you.

“Oops.”

“I’d smack your ass right here and now if it weren’t for the creepy neighbor.”

“Creepy…?” you repeat and look around.

You lock eyes with your neighbor from across the street. He’s starting, his eyes blatantly roaming over your curves.

“I’m gonna knock his teeth out,” Joel threatens with a low rumble.

“He’s definitely drunk Joel. Not worth it.”

“He’s starin’ at what’s mine.”

You take Joel’s chin between your fingers, dragging his murderous gaze away from the neighbor until he’s focused on you.  

“Come on, let’s go get some fresh air,” you whisper.

You rise from his lap and he takes your hand, keeping you close as you work your way around the crowd of people in the living room. When you reach the back door he holds it open for you and ushers you outside, walking you toward a darkened spot on the side of the house.   

He lets out a deep exhale before grabbing your waist.

“Finally,” he says, in a hushed, rumbling voice as he pulls your back against his chest.

His hand slides along your side, tracing the curve of your waist before he closes his fingers around your wrist and lifts your hand to his mouth, kissing softly along your knuckles.

“What a Gomez move,” you tease lightly even as you melt into his embrace.

His free hand brushes along your shoulder and his fingers dance along your neck until he tilts your chin back, exposing more of your skin. With teasingly soft kisses he works his way to the spot just under your ear and whispers, “lift your dress.”

“Joel,” you breathe out, your voice wavering when he nips on your earlobe.

“Angel, I’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”

His hands wander along your skin, kneading and squeezing as he goes. When he finds your ass cheek he grips it hard. You don’t answer, arching against him, and when he gives you a sharp smack you cry out.

“Is this my punishment?” you ask as you catch your breath.

He smacks you again, soothing the sting with soft caress.

“Lift your dress,” he repeats, his voice low and deep.

Your fingers reach down for the hem and you slowly lift the front, whimpering when his hand leaves your ass and slides across your stomach and between your legs.

“Someone might see,” you gasp even as you spread your legs for him.

“Fuck darlin’,” he groans when he feels the wet patch on your panties.

His finger brushes over the damp fabric and he wraps his other arm around your shoulders to keep you pressed to his chest, his touch torturously light.

When he pushes your panties to the side and slides his fingers through your arousal he lets out hum of satisfaction.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

His finger slips inside you easily, pumping slowly in and out as he continues his kisses along your neck.

“You feel beautiful, too.”

He slides a second finger into you and growls, the sound vibrating right through you.

“Joel please…please,” you beg as your legs start to shake.

His grip tightens and he pushes his fingers deeper, pressing on your clit with his thumb. You wiggle and writhe against him, chasing your release as it builds.

“Joel,” you hiss through gritted teeth, trying your best to remain quiet.

He curls his fingers just right and continues circling your clit, the tightening of your walls giving him enough warning to slide his hand over your mouth and muffle your cries as you buck against him.

You slowly come down and sag into his strong hold.

He draws out your pleasure, pumping his fingers with deliberation and whispering praises in your ear.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos. “Letting me to fuck you with my fingers even when someone might see.”

He still has his hand clamped over your mouth, softening your continued moans.

“I’m taking you home,” he states, leaving no room for argument. 

He slowly removes his fingers and releases his hold on you. You turn in his arms and watch as he slips his soaked fingers between his lips and licks them clean.

“First I’m goin’ to get a better taste and then I’m goin’ to fuck you good and hard.”

You let out a whimper of want and drag your hand down his chest, palming the hardness between his legs.

He stops you with a firm hold on your wrist and your lips part to argue but he interrupts, dipping his head and brushing his mouth across yours when he whispers, “no, not here angel. I don’t want to miss a single sound that falls past these pretty lips when I’m buried deep inside you.” 

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Canned Heat (Austin, October 2001)

Joel Miller x f!reader, 2.4k

Prompt: You and Sarah/Ellie convince Joel to dress up for Halloween. He isn’t thrilled.

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a/n: This is a canon outtake/snippet from my fic, Over Again! Takes place in October, 2001, in Austin, so in the flashback timeline. In the fic you’re neighbors, you’ve been ~officially~ dating Joel for about 6-7 months at this point, and you’ve known each other for more than a year. Technically the end of this is a bit of a spoiler for how the main fic ends, but I’ve marked it. Costume inspo pics at the bottom! (Sarah is 12 here, Joel is 34, reader is 27) | ao3 tags/warnings: fluff, early 2000s film references, Joel in tight pants, kissing, some light fondling

Canned Heat (Austin, October 2001)

“Sarah! I found it!” 

When she appeared at the top of the stairs, you held up the long leopard-print tail triumphantly and grinned. As soon as she saw it she cheered, throwing her hands in the air as she jogged down the stairs and jumped off the last step. 

“Where was it?” She grinned at you as she took it and turned to try to attach it to her costume. You reached out to take it back from her and deftly clipped it onto the back of her belt.

“Right here on the table. I don’t know how we missed it.” You gestured at the table which, admittedly, was an absolute mess. It was covered in Sarah’s homework, some of her soccer stuff, your own grading, and the daily contents of Joel’s pockets. Which were generally unpredictable. 

“No way! I swear we both looked there!”

“I know,” you shrugged, reaching out to straighten her headband (and its leopard-print ears), which had gone a little wonky with her leap from the stairs. “But now you look perfect!”

Sarah grinned and spun in place, pretending to play her guitar. She definitely looked the part of Josie with her flared pleather pants, purple tank, leopard ears and tail, and platform sandals. (Technically in the movie they didn’t have tails, but Sarah and her friends had thought they’d be fun.) Her inflatable white guitar just made the look. 

“When are Audrey and Steff getting here?” you asked as you reached out to fix her headband again. Should maybe grab some bobby pins from upstairs.

“Should be any minute! Is dad dressed yet?”

You just rolled your eyes and smiled at her in response, and she laughed. “Of course not! Even after we went out of our way to find him the easiest costume possible.”

Right then you heard a cough from behind you, and you both spun around to find Joel standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looked extremely uncomfortable – arms crossed, shoulders high, head low. You smiled. And then you whistled. 

“Looking good, Miller.”

He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling. “Darlin’, do I ha—?”

“Yes, dad! You have to! Let us see it.” Sarah moved towards Joel and reached out to tug his arms apart so she could study his outfit. 

He sighed as he let his arms – which were fully on display in his tight black v-neck tank top – fall to his sides. They immediately drew your eye with the movement. You bit your lip as you looked back up to meet his gaze. 

Joel perked up a bit as soon as he saw the look on your face, tilting his head and smiling at you knowingly. “These pants really necessary?” He asked, but he was joking now. “Surprised I even got these on.”

His tight black jeans did look… constricting. In the best possible way. You grinned. 

“You look perfect, baby. Do a little spin for us.”

Joel rolled his eyes (it was so clear where Sarah got that from), holding his arms out and slowly spinning in place. You took the opening when it was offered and let yourself stare at just how good his legs and ass looked in those tight, painted-on black pants. As he turned back to face you he took in your own outfit and raised an eyebrow at you, smirking.

“And why aren’t you dressed yet, darlin’? I see tights, but I didn’t think a sweatshirt was part of your costume.” 

“We had to find my tail! But he’s right, you should go get dressed.” Sarah moved back over to you and started pulling you towards the stairs. 

“Ok I’m going!” You laughed, starting up the stairs to finish your own costume. As you did you heard Joel tell Sarah he had no idea how she wore pants this tight without passing out from lack of oxygen. She laughed at him, and so did you as you entered Joel’s bedroom. 

Your red leotard, complete with short skirt that you had painstakingly sewn on, was waiting for you on the bed. You stripped off your sweatshirt, tossing it into the laundry basket on the floor, before pulling the leotard on. The skirt flowed around your hips in a way that made you grin. You followed it with your red ballet flats that you had sewn red ribbons onto, tying them in cross-crosses up your legs. The last piece of your costume was your red hair piece which you quickly attached with a couple of bobby pins. You grabbed a couple extra to give to Sarah for her headband. With a touch up to your red lipstick, you were ready. 

You poked your head out of the bedroom to see if you could see Joel and Sarah, but it seemed Sarah’s friends had arrived while you changed, and you could hear them all talking in the living room, just out of sight. 

Smoothing your hands down your sides, you took a deep breath before straightening your shoulders and walking downstairs. You’d been excited about this costume for months, but now that the day had arrived, it felt a bit scary to actually go out in it. You suddenly felt like a lot of you was on display, even with the slightly higher cut of the neckline of the leotard you’d found (and had sewn extra sequins onto). But you knew Joel would love it, as much as he complained about his own. And you would get to ogle him in those pants all night. You smiled again.

At the bottom of the stairs, you turned to see Joel had his back to you. Sarah and her friends, however, spotted you immediately and all three of them immediately started shouting.

“Oh my god, that’s perfect!”

“No way, you look amazing.”

“That is sick!”

Amid all the noise, Joel turned. As soon as he locked eyes on you, he froze in place. You felt more than you saw the three girls rush towards you as you watched Joel slowly look you over, eyes trailing heat down your body and back up, taking it all in. The grin that took over his mouth was slow, and smooth, and wicked. His gaze met yours again and you swore you stopped breathing. 

Your eyes were pulled from his as Sarah tugged on your arm to make you spin in place. She shook you a bit. 

“I can’t believe you made this! It’s just like in the movie.” 

The girls were off again, exclaiming about your sewing skills, and you finally made yourself take in their matching outfits with ears and tails and everything in place. Audrey had a white inflatable bass guitar to go with Sarah's, and Steff had drumsticks sticking out of the back pocket of her shiny pink pleather pants. The three of them really did look like Josie and the Pussycats.

“Me? What about you three? You look just like the band! Your outfits are perfect.” They all smiled and spun in place before striking a pose like they were playing their instruments (a move you'd seen them practicing last week).

You felt Joel come up behind you and his hands settled on your bare shoulders. 

“Alright, ladies, let’s get you to that party.” 

The three of them immediately turned to grab their stuff and head out the door to the truck. Sarah and her temporary bandmates were going to a party at their school, a sort of halloween dance and festival all in one. You and Joel were going to your own party and picking them up later before dropping them off at Audrey’s for a sleepover. 

You moved to follow, but Joel’s hands held you in place. He leaned forward so that his front was pressed along your back. Voice low and sure, he murmured in your ear, “damn, baby, if you’d’a just told me you’d be wearin’ this, I wouldn’t’a complained so much.” He slowly smoothed his mouth down your neck to kiss your shoulder, before running his hands down your arms to hold your hands in his. You smiled, and laughed a little bit.

“Joel, you knew we were dressing up as Jody and Charlie. You’ve even seen the movie.” You squeezed his hands and tried to turn towards him, but he kept you right there, mouth moving on your neck.

“Hmm, knowing is different from seeing, pretty girl. And this sure is pretty.” He released your right hand and moved his own to your thigh, lightly trailing his fingertips up your tights and under your skirt. As he reached the edge of your leotard, you shivered, letting your head fall back to rest on his shoulder. He hummed into your neck and pressed kisses along the strap of your costume. His fingers wandered a little further towards your center and your knees started to shake.

You gathered yourself and succeeded in turning around this time.

“You look pretty good yourself, cowboy.” You looked down at the tight black jeans you’d made him wear, tighter than anything else he owned. He saw you looking and pulled you close, allowing you to slide your hands into his back pockets and squeeze as you pulled your body in line with his. He grinned down at you.

“Well then, we just fit right together, don’t we?” The glint in his eye told you you were going to have an amazing night, at the party and… later. You pulled away to tug him towards the door.

“Come on, fancy pants, we need to get those girls to their dance.” 

As the words left your mouth you heard someone lay on the horn in the truck, and it made you jump. You both laughed. 

“Let’s get out there before they decide to drive themselves.” 

Just as you reached the door, though, Joel spun you around one more time, pulling you close. 

“Alright, darlin’, let’s go. But I’ll be peelin’ these tights off you later.” He kissed you, softly, careful not to smudge your lipstick. “With my teeth, if you’re good tonight.” He smirked.

Later, he’d promised. After you dropped the girls off, after you tore up the dance floor at your own party, after Tommy cheered you on cheekily (and claimed a dance or two for himself). After Joel pulled you closer and closer for every dance, hands taking advantage of your short flouncy skirt, fingers driving you wild, touching and holding you close in the anonymous press of bodies on the dance floor. After his eyes never left you, not once, and you got to spend a whole evening looking at him in that outfit. After your lipstick wore off (some of it on Joel’s lips).

After the girls were safely dropped off for their sleepover, after he took you back home and walked right behind you to the front door, arms wrapped securely around your middle, mouth on your neck. After he pulled you inside and crowded you up against the wall by the door and kissed your breath away. 

After all of that, well. He did follow through on that promise. You had the runs in your tights to prove it.

...

Bonus: Jackson, October 2025

(spoilers for the main fic below)

“Hey did you see what the movie is tonight?” Ellie calls out to you and Joel as she comes barreling through the front door. You smile at the sound of her boots being flung at the wall. “It’s about dancing, I guess? Ballerinas or some shit. Want to go?”

“What’s it called?” You reply as Joel sighs, long-suffering. You know he’s about to get up and go neatly arrange her boots next to both of yours by the door. He can’t help himself.

“Uhh wait, I already forgot. Something about a stage?” She finally comes through the door to the kitchen and shrugs.

“Wait, Center Stage?” You spring up in excitement and she looks taken aback at your reaction.

“Yeah, I think so. Do you know it?”

“Joel!” You reach out and start tugging on his arm. “We have to watch it, come on!” 

He resists your tugging. “Baby, you don’t think the fifty times you made me watch that movie Before ain’t enough for one lifetime?” But he winks at you and you can see him hiding a smile.

Ellie narrows her eyes, looking between the two of you. “What is this movie, anyway?”

You grin at her. “It’s about ballet dancers at a school in New York, and it’s amazing! But more importantly, Joel and I dressed up as the main characters for Halloween in what, ‘01?” You look at him questioningly. He sighs again. Deeply.

“What!” Ellie shouts, absolutely lit up with glee. “What the fuck! I have to see this! You have to show me which outfits you wore, come on.” She joins you in tugging on Joel, who groans.

“Come on, Joel, I know you actually like this movie.” The two of you succeed in wrestling him to his feet, and once he’s up Ellie runs to find her boots and put them back on again. 

“I’ll meet you there! I have to go find Cat and Dina first.” And just like that, she’s back out the door again, barely five minutes after she arrived. You can’t help but laugh.

“Come on, old man, we’ve got a movie night to get to.” When you turn back around you find him studying you intently. The look in his eyes makes your breath catch.

“Alright, darlin’. But I can’t promise I’ll pay much attention.” He steps closer and winds his arm around your waist, leaning in to put his mouth right by your ear. “Not now that I’m remembering you in that costume, baby. How am I supposed to focus on the movie, huh? All I’ll see is you in that pretty little red skirt.” He kisses your neck and you laugh. 

“Me? What about you in those jeans?” He smiles into your neck and you pull away, grabbing his hands and leading him towards the front door. 

“Too bad we ain’t got any tights for you to wear around here.” He’s grinning at you now, cocky and adorable.

“Well, cowboy, if you’re good, I’ll still let you take my clothes off with your teeth later.” He laughs, and bends down to put on his boots.

“I’ll hold you to that, darlin’.”

“Oh I’m counting on it, Joel.”

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a/n: The “Josie and the Pussycats” movie came out in April 2001, and “Center Stage” came out in May 2000. This fic takes place in October 2001. Speaking as someone who was a teenager at that time, I desperately wanted to dress up as Josie, Melody, and Valerie, as well as Jody. And I really wanted to imagine Joel in black jeans that are tight and flexible enough for ballet. I toyed with putting him in Cooper’s pleather pants, but Cooper’s not the endgame love interest, so I went with Charlie’s jeans. And just take a moment to imagine Joel having to deal with you in tights and a short skirt all night. (And Sarah gives me lead singer vibes, so I think she’d be Josie.)

Left: Josie and the Pussycats (Melody, Josie, and Valerie, left to right). Right: the final ballet in Center Stage. You're dressed as Jody (center), Joel is dressed as Charlie (right).

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[rosepascal]

Bundles of Apples and Joy || Joel Miller x Reader

prompt: Apple Picking w/ Joel Miller

warnings: Soft!Joel and lots of domestic fluff

a/n: This is my fic for the Pedro Pascal CU discord server halloween event! also it's my birthday!!! I'm 22 so not super interesting lol

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“Darlin’ do we really have to get up this early for apple pickin?” Joel asks as he sips his coffee.

It’s bright and early and while Joel was used to getting up early for work, he likes to sleep till the sun comes up on the weekend.

“Yes we do, If we get there too late all the good ones will be gone.” You say with a smile as you throw his green flannel at him.

Joel raises an eyebrow at you but doesn’t hesitate to put it on. He might not understand everything you wanna do but he’ll happily go along with it.

“You ready handsome?” You ask as you brush your hand through his hair.

“Ready baby.” He winks and kisses your forehead gently. Grabbing his keys and opening the door for you as you start to plan out the day. 

“So we need at least sixteen apples for the pies and then at least twenty for Sarah for her Halloween party and then ten or more for my grandmother's famous apple cider recipe.” You say as you count on your fingers just how much of everything you’re going to need.

“That’s a lot of apples.” Joel mutters as he drives, knowing that he’s going to be the one to carry them all.

“Are you kidding? It’s barely enough for all the fall treats.”

You love the fall season and all the food that comes with it but you can’t do it without some fall fun labor activities. Besides, how cute is an apple picking date? The wind hits your face in a nice fall breeze as you step out of Joel's truck. It doesn’t seem too busy which is great for you and Joel.

Once you get up to the little hut you hand him the money and Joel takes the basket before you could even think of reaching for it. Not that you’re complaining. Watching his arms stretch in that flannel of his is a view you could watch for a long time.

“Granny smiths first.” You say pointing towards the trees filled with green apples.

“Smaller than I thought.” Joel says as he picks on that fits small in the palm of his hand. You pluck it from his hand and put it in the basket.

“That’s because these are organic Joel,” He shrugs and picks a few more, reaching for the ones that are deep in the leaves when you ask. Once you have enough for two pies you move on to the pink ladies. Picking at 20 for all of surah's friends plus a few extra for parents or yourself.

“Alright baby let me take these back to the truck.” Joel kisses the side of your head as he heads back. You go over the list in your head as you wait for Joel. A pair of hands on your waist makes you jump but it's just Joel.

“Here, it’s cold.” He hands you a cup of warm cider he must have bought from the little stand at the front.

The warm liquid feels great on your hands and you bring the cup to his lips so he can take a sip too. For a moment it feels so private. Even though you’re standing in the middle of an apple orchard, it's like the only people who are there are the two of you.

The wind brings the two of you closer, his arms wrapping around you to shield you from the cold. He smiles that sweet smile you love to see. His eyes crinkle as he does. He hates it, says it makes him old but you love it because it means he's genuinely happy.

“Ready to pick more apples?” You ask softly and he nods. Hand in hand you pick the rest of the apples you need and head back to home. But before you do you buy a pumpkin pie from their little pie stand. It’s Joel's favorite.

By the time you get home with all your apples Sarah has woken up. Joel grumbles about her sleeping too much but you tell him it's the weekend and she deserves a little sleep. Placing the bags of apples on the counter you get right to work, washing and drying the ones you need for the pies as Joel starts to peel and slice.

“Damn apples are too small.” He mutters as he struggles to peel them. You giggle as you finish your fourth apple as Joel still works on his second.

“Yeah yeah keep laughing.” He playfully glares and you kiss his cheek.

“You’re doing great honey.” Joel gives up after he almost slices his hand on the third apple so you send him to gather the rest of the ingredients while you finish up the apples.

“Hey baby, does this look right?” He asks from behind you. You turn around ready to check when you’re met with a face full of flour. You drop the apple in your hand in shock as you hear him laugh.

“Joel!” You wipe your eyes as you glare harshly at him.

“You got something right there.” He gestures to his whole face and you do not find it very funny.

“Oh you’re gonna pay Miller.” You grab a handful of flour and throw it right back at him.

Ruining his once clean shirt with white powder. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you away from the counter. Burying his flour covered face into your neck as he pushes you back to the living room and onto the couch.

“Joel! The couch!” You say with a laugh as you both fall back onto the couch cushions. '

“It'll be fine.” He says as he pulls you closer to him. Sighing, you sit for a while together, enjoying each other's company and the time you get to spend together. Even if he covered you in flour, you still love him.

“I missed you.” You say softly.

He’s been so busy lately. Work has been piling on and you can tell its been affecting him. He’s tired, worn down when he comes home. But he still manages to bring you flowers and go to all of Sarah’s soccer games. Even behind those tired eyes, you know he’s trying.

“As much as I love this, we got to finish the pies.” Joel doesn’t budge and you try and think of another way to convince him.

“If we don’t finish then you don’t get any pie.” Reluctantly he loosens his grip on you. Letting you climb off and stand. He moves to get up but you stop him.

“I can handle the rest of this, take some time to relax.” He protests but you shake your head.

“Please? For me?” Joel sighs and caves in. His back has been killing him recently and he didn’t sleep well. Still he wants to help.

“I’ll rest for a minute.” You nod your head and let him close his eyes. Draping a blanket over him. When he opens his eyes it’s dark outside and Sarah is sitting next to him watching a movie.

“Look who’s awake.” You say as you bring Sarah a cup of hot cocoa.

“I wasn’t asleep, I was just..restin’ my eyes.” He says as he sits up to make room for you.

“Yeah okay.” Sarah says with a giggle. Joel wraps his arm around her and pulls her close.

“Hey!” She protests but doesn’t try to escape his hold.

“What movie is this?”

“Halloweentown.” Sarah says as she rests her head on his shoulder. The smell of pie wafts through the air and Joel hears his stomach rumble.

“Let me get you some.” You say happily as you get up.

Cutting Joel a slice of pie and adding some vanilla ice cream on top. It’s warm and delicious and he has to stop himself from eating too fast so he can truly enjoy your hard work.

You cuddle into his other side as the movie plays on. He sets his plate down on the table and wraps his arms around the two of you. The stress of the week melts away as he lets himself relax. Enjoying the nice moment for as long as he can.

“You know, apple picking ain’t too bad.” He whispers in your ear. You smile and close your eyes.

“Wanna do it again sometime?”

“Anytime, Anyday. As long as it’s with you.”

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[chronically-ghosted]

So, it's October -- crazy, right? About three months ago, I got waaay too emotionally invested in Din Djarin and baby Grogu and the Razor Crest and, well, here we are. This blog served as a way to unleash the infectious brainrot of Pedro back into the ecosystem, hopefully finding another victim. What I got back, is community. I've been in fandom for over ten years and I can honestly say I've never seen a fandom that is so kind, so supportive, so eager to share and talk and engage with others.

So, in the three months since this blog was created, you lovely people continue to show up and everyday I am gobsmacked at the growth and support. I genuinely don't know how I would have survived these last few months had I not met some of you, so as the (shoddily made) gif says: thank you.

I've just now wrapped up my 100 Followers Event Challenge (y'all sent me so many fantastic prompts I had SO much fun!). If you're interested, they're on my masterlist or you can find them all here on this post. I'm taking an itty bitty break from writing for just a bit (might be getting a new job too) but when i come back, i can't wait to share what comes next for all our pedro blorbos!)

Now that I'm a bit more settled and have had the chance to meet some of these fantastic creators, I'd love to share them out with you:

My Favorite Places to Make PPCU Friends (Discord Servers):

Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe (I got invited by @jupiter-soups)

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My Favorite Compilations for Fics:

Favourite Fanfic Stories (managed by @morallyinept)

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(these folks are also some of the nicest people you'll ever meet so please do yourself a favor and go follow them)

My Favorite Creators:

@perotovar is a next level gifmaker

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@iamdesibell has my entire heart and soul with all her fanart

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