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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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Preview: Over Again

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

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summary: you fell in love with Joel Miller in Austin, Texas, in 2001, but you thought you lost him in 2003 when the world turned upside down. now it's 2024, and you find the surprise of your life waiting for you in Jackson, Wyoming.

or, 5 times you and Joel fell deeper in love, on both sides of the apocalypse

a/n: this is an excerpt from a longer fic that is almost finished! check back soon (or follow) for the full fic. I haven't written anything in like 15 years, and Joel Miller dragged me back in. sharing this as part of the Pedro Pascal cinematic universe discord server event! join us!

warnings: 18+, minors DNI in this excerpt - banter, a little bit of pining, but mostly fluff. reader is 26, Joel is 33 (at this time - picture him just like he looks in that gif ^^). for the full fic - a teensy bit of angst (plus the angst of thinking the other person is dead for 20 years (apocalypse)), cursing, wall sex, will add the full list once I have it... I’m trying to have a reader with as little description as possible (in this excerpt they’re a person with hair) but please let me know if you see anything I should change.

wordcount: 2300 (for this preview)

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Austin, TX, Spring 2001

On Sunday, you changed your outfit 5 times before telling yourself to get a grip and putting back on the first thing you had pulled out of your closet, 45 minutes before. Joel had seen literally all of these clothes before, he’d lived next door to you for 6 months. Get it together. You looked at yourself in the mirror, messed with your hair one last time, and then forced yourself to leave the bathroom and head downstairs.

In the kitchen, you glanced at the clock – 5:54pm – and picked up the cookies you baked that morning, heading next door to the Millers’.

You knocked on the door, and after a few moments with no response you knocked again. Odd. You put your ear to the door and heard music, and Sarah laughing. You tried the door and realized it was unlocked.

As you crossed the threshold you called out, “Millers? Anyone home?” Inside you could more clearly hear the music coming from the backyard, so you left the cookies in the kitchen and headed towards the back door.

You found the backdoor open, and you could hear Sarah laugh again as you moved closer. “Dad come on, you stepped on my toes!”

“Sarah Miller, I raised you not to tell lies.” Joel sounded out of breath, but he was laughing as he said it.

“Well, that’s definitely a lie if I ever heard one.” Tommy jumped out of the way as Joel steered Sarah right into him in retaliation. You leaned in the doorway, smiling as you watched Joel lead Sarah around the yard to Rie y Llora. They hadn’t noticed you yet.

“Celia Cruz, huh?”

All three Millers turned at your question, all three smiling at you. It was a little overwhelming, as always, to have the attention of all three at once. Sarah elbowed her dad lightly and laughed, saying, “She’s Abuela's favorite.” Joel rolled his eyes. “It’s good music to learn to,” he muttered, clearly not for the first time.

“It looks to me like Sarah already knows what she’s doing.” You smiled at the look he shot your way.

“Ha! See, dad?”

“Sure, baby girl. Why don’t you go take Uncle Tommy for a spin, since you know what you’re doing.” With that, Joel spun Sarah towards Tommy, who caught her easily and started leading her around the yard. You laughed, and then looked back towards Joel. He was watching you with that half smile that always gave you goosebumps.

“Do you know how to dance, darlin’?”

“In a club? Sure. Like that? No way.”

He grinned at your answer. “Want to learn?” He held his hand out, guiding you towards him once you placed your hand in his.

“I’ve never danced like this before. I’ll probably stomp all over your feet.” Joel placed your right hand on his shoulder, and took your left hand in his right.

“You let me worry about where our feet go. I’ll show you the basics and then you just follow me.” And over the next 15 minutes, that’s exactly what he did.

Soon you found yourself slowly moving around the yard to Lambada, definitely slower than the music called for. At some point Tommy and Sarah went inside to work on finishing dinner, but you barely noticed. You were focusing on keeping up with Joel.

Just as you started to feel a little bit confident, a slow song that you didn’t know started to play. Joel slowed the two of you as well, starting to sway in place instead of moving around so much. He pulled you a little closer with his left hand around your waist.

Catching your breath, and taking your focus off of your feet, you asked, “what brought this on? I don’t think I’ve ever come over to find y’all mid-dance-lesson before.”

“Sarah’s got that school dance coming up and she’s a bit nervous.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I tried to tell her I only know how to do this and a few of those line dances they do in the clubs Tommy goes to. Not whatever dancing they’ll be doing — probably closer to your club dancing.” He winked at you, and you held on a little tighter to his shoulder. “But then she reminded me that her cousin’s party is coming up, anyway, and they will definitely be dancing just like this. So, we were practicing.”

“Cousin?” You asked, confused. Tommy didn’t have kids, and you were pretty sure there were no other Miller siblings.

“Ah, technically it’s my cousin’s kid, on my mom’s side. Easier to just say cousin.” He shrugged. You nodded.

“Well, you did a good job teaching me. Bet that’ll be a fun party.”

You realized at that point that you had slowly swayed in the direction of the trees along the back of the yard. You were under the shade of one of the trees, partially out of view from the house. You'd moved closer together as the dance slowed and you found yourself with your right hand on his neck, fingertips almost touching his hairline. Your eyes darted from his arms, holding you securely, to his shoulders, flexing under his shirt, up to his face.

You looked up to find Joel was looking right back at you. “See something you like, darlin’?” He smirked. You felt a rush of warmth towards your face, but you weren’t really embarrassed. You felt like your whole body was tingling, like you were heading towards something you’d been hoping for for months. Like you were racing forward and up ahead there was a cliff you might fall off of, but you’d fall together. Like the fall was the point, the destination. Your breath caught in your throat. “Maybe I do, neighbor.” He grinned in response, tugging you just a bit closer. Any closer and you’d feel him pressed against you everywhere.

“I know I do.”

“What?” You’d lost track of the conversation. His proximity was going to your head.

“See something I like.” As he responded, he let go of your hand and brought his right hand up to cup your face. You saw him glance from your eyes to your mouth and in response, you pressed closer, winding your right hand into his hair. Joel leaned in, and you barely felt the touch of his lips to yours, when the back door opened and Tommy shouted, “dinner’s ready, love birds! Get in here!”

Joel groaned as he stepped away from you, resting his hands on your shoulders. “I guess we should head inside.” As he said it, he lifted one hand to trace his fingertips along your cheekbone before running his hand lightly over your hair. “Stick around after dinner? I’d like another dance.” You smile as he reaches down to take your hand and lead you toward the house, walking backwards and keeping his eyes trained on yours.

“Smooth moves, Miller. Save some for later.”

He’s still smiling, but suddenly you feel the intent in his gaze, more focused than even a moment ago. “Oh darlin’, don’t worry. For you, I got plenty more.”

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Dinner with the Millers was always fun, and this occasion was no different. Tommy and Sarah teased Joel mercilessly, and he got them right back, though he was always a little softer with Sarah.

You talked and joked over dinner, noting Joel had made one of your favorites - pepper chicken - and he winked at you when you thanked him for it. After dinner Sarah rushed upstairs to talk to a friend on the phone as Tommy headed out the door (“to do some real dancing, y'all should come out sometime”). You were left with Joel in the kitchen, clearing the table together and starting in on the dishes.

“You don’t have to help with that, I can get it.” You bumped your hip against his as he slid in next to you at the sink.

“It’s no bother, Joel. Let me help.” He smiled at you, softly, and nodded, picking up the towel to dry the dishes.

You worked quietly together, sometimes recalling a joke from dinner, but you were mostly just enjoying the quiet moment. As soon as you handed him the last dish he set it aside, still wet, to take your hand and lead you back outside. He switched the music back on, low, as you passed the boombox.

As he stepped into the yard, Joel turned and pulled you back into his arms, into the slow dance stance you had only just left before dinner. But this time he pulled you close from the start, tucking you up against him and smoothing his hand across your lower back. “Well hello there, darlin’. Fancy meeting you here.”

You smiled, and rolled your eyes a little. “Hey, cowboy.” You let your fingertips play with his hair along his neck. You noticed a light shiver in his shoulders as you did. “Joel, are you ticklish?”

“No, and you better not let on to Sarah that you wondered anything of the sort.” He glared at you playfully as he said it, spinning you a little into a new spot in the yard. You laugh, winded, even though you'd barely moved.

“Hmm, seems like information that would be worth quite a bit to some people around here.” You brushed your fingers lightly across his hairline again, and he squirmed again in response.

He hid a smile, pulling you in so he could whisper directly into your left ear. “But darlin’, if you keep my secret, I’ll make it worth your while.” It was your turn to shiver. “Oh? How so?” You’d never heard your own voice so breathless.

He chuckled, and raised his left hand from your hip to your jaw, tilting your head to the right as he tucked his face into the left side of your neck. He ran his lips lightly from your shoulder to your jaw, sending prickles down your spine as you inhaled sharply. He kissed you, lightly, right at the hinge of your jaw, and then on your cheek, and then his mouth met yours, softly, barely there and then with gentle pressure. He pulled away after only a moment, and you met his eyes in a daze. His gaze was dark, and you felt like you were moving through molasses. Everything was slow, and soft, and heady. You felt like you were floating and Joel’s hands on you – your cheek, your left hand – were the only things keeping you tethered.

Joel murmured your name. “Let me take you out.”

“When?” Your reply fell from your lips so quickly it made him smile, and you smiled back, unashamed.

“Friday? Sarah’s got a sleepover.” He smoothed his thumb over your cheekbone. “We can go dancing, show off these moves.” You laughed.

“Joel, I’ve barely got 1, maybe 2 moves. You sure we don’t need another dance lesson before we take this show on the road?”

He huffed a laugh, and spun you a little. “Just follow along with me, darlin’, I won’t let you stumble.”

You bit your lip, and nodded. “Friday.”

“Friday,” he agreed, pulling you in again. As his lips met yours again, you wondered how you were going to wait 5 days for this. Joel pulled himself away with a small groan, resting his forehead against yours. “We should stop before we get too carried away, with Sarah home.” You nodded.

You danced a bit more, finishing out the last couple of tracks on the CD. Joel kept his forehead against yours at first, and then tucked your head into his chest, resting his cheek on top of your head, slowly swaying as the last song trailed off into quiet.

You didn’t want to let go quite yet, and it seemed Joel didn’t either, as neither of you moved. You could feel your happiness at finally taking the leap together glowing in your chest – from dancing around each other to an actual dance, the months of flirting had finally gotten you somewhere. But you couldn’t help but wonder.

“Joel? Why now?” You asked it softly, face still tucked into his chest. He hummed lowly in response before pulling back to meet your eyes. He regarded you silently for a moment before seeming to come to a decision.

“I think we both felt it, from that first day. You were — you are — the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I knew I wanted you, but I wanted something real. I haven’t dated anyone in a long, long time. I wanted to take it slow, and get to know you first. But darlin’, I realized the other day, when you were here with Sarah, that maybe there’s a line between taking it slow and just being afraid, and I was flirting with it. And I’d rather be flirting with you.” He grinned as you rolled your eyes a little bit at his joke. “I’ve been afraid, for a long time, of letting someone in when it’s not just me I have to worry about. But Sarah loves you.”

“And I love her, Joel. That girl is special.” He smiled, and nodded. “I know you do. And she’s been teasing me about asking you out for months.”

“Oh yeah? Well you should know better than to ignore her advice, Joel.”

He sighed, long-suffering, and nodded. “I know it.”

Joel started to head towards the house, right hand reaching for your left. You felt a little shaky, like you really had been floating for the last half hour. As you approached the front door, he squeezed your hand and pulled you into another hug. “I’ll see you Friday, darlin’.”

“You sure will, cowboy.” He smiled and pulled you in for another kiss.

“Now get, before we get any bad ideas.” You laughed, and headed out the door he opened for you. “Night, darlin’.”

“See you Friday, Joel.”

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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.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction

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chronically-ghosted · 6 months

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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)

Space Sisters - give @psychedelic-ink a shout if you'd like to join!

My Favorite Compilations for Fics:

Favourite Fanfic Stories (managed by @morallyinept)

Sanctuary Database (managed by @pascalsanctuary)

Spreadsheet Digest (managed by @wannab-urs)

(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

@trulybetty has some of the best designs i've ever seen

@daddy-dins-girl has some of the best pedro character alignment charts -- it makes me laugh every time!

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

@saradika keeps us fed with gorgeous moodboards and dividers

Fandom lives and dies by its community so please reblog, tag, or comment if you like a piece of fanart, fanfic, or anything else someone has created that vibes with you! If you'd like to rec something or someone, please let me know -- as you can see, i love holding up other writers and creators and i always wanna hear about your fave!

My ask box is always open for requests, questions, comments, or if you wanna just bitch about how your stupid old car failed you again, I wanna hear about that too 🤍thank you all for accepting me and my silly little stories!

#taylor talks #fic recs #100 followers event #THANK YOU ALL I LOVE YOU!

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springdandelixn · 1 year

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Hello, My Lovely Spring Rolls!

To celebrate such milestones in my personal (birthday! woot woot!) and tumblr (500 followers!) life, I will be hosting my first-ever (and hopefully the beginning of more) sleepover for all of us to enjoy!

I've only been actively posting my stories on this site since October 2022 and truthfully, you guys have been such a blast and I cannot thank you enough for the support and love you continuously give.

With that being said, I hope you would join me in this sleepover and make more memories together!

For this sleepover, we will be having 2 events; 1) Writing Challenge, and 2) Fic Requests.

🌻This challenge is only open to 18+. Minors, please DNI.

🌻The theme for this challenge is, you guessed it, SPRING! Not only is it on my tumblr name but it's my favorite season of all time. I know we are still far away from it but oh well.

🌻The sleepover will start on January 31st and end on March 31st (though my birthday is on the 7th of March huehue) No late submissions, please.

🌻This challenge is open to all genres BUT (and it's a big one) if you've been hanging around me for a while, you know what my preferences are—angst, smut, and dark.

🌻All tropes are allowed—Mafia, A/B/O, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, even step-cest if that's your vibe.

🌻Characters must ONLY be from the following fandom:

Game of Thrones - Jorah Mormont, Petyr Baelish or Jaime Lannister

MCU/Marvel - Vision, Loki, Thor, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner or Logan Howlett

DCU - Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne

Sebastian Stan Characters - Lee Bodecker or Steve Kemp

Chris Evans Characters - Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Andy Barber, Jake Jensen or Ari Levinson

Tom Hiddleston Characters - Jonathan Pine, James Conrad or Thomas Sharpe

Miscellaneous - Joel Miller (The Last of Us - Either Pedro Pascal or the video game character) or Samuel Drake (Uncharted)

🌻Reader insert only, no OFCs or ships. Sorry.

🌻Entries must be new and original. I will not allow any entries that are part of an ongoing series. If it is, make sure that it can be read as a stand-alone piece.

🌻There is no word limit but do make sure to add the Keep Reading line after 500 words.

🌻Please use the tag #rolling into spring writing challenge when posting your work and tag me in it. If I haven't reblogged it or given a comment within 24 hours after you've posted, shoot me a message.

🌻No Underage, Beastiality, Incest, Monster(??) and Water Sports.

🌻A prompt list will be provided for this challenge but it is not mandatory to use them. You can use them as a guide to help you kickstart your work. The most important thing is that your story has the element of Spring in it.

🌻I reserve the right to not read or interact with your work if it makes me uncomfortable or if you didn't abide by the rules. Warnings are a MUST and should be written appropriately.

🌻Any questions that you may have, my DMs are open. You can also join my discord server to engage with others and bounce off ideas with one another.

🌻Rules of the writing challenge pretty much apply here as well.

🌻I will be providing a dialogue prompt list for you to choose from. You can also suggest a trope or give me a brief description of your request.

🌻Please use this form when requesting a fic. Just so as not to crowd my ask box.

🌻Fics will only be written with dark themes. (sorrynotsorry)

Now that the ground rules have been laid, all that's left to do is to have fun! And I look forward to your requests as well as what you'll come up with for this event! Make me squirm and gimme hay fever! (okno) haha

Writing Challenge Prompts

Fic Request Prompts

#beanie's double-trouble sleepover #milestone sleepover #rolling into spring writing challenge #writing challenge #spring writing challenge #beanie's sleepover

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xwalltoast · 1 year

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Join my new Pedro discord here

This is a server for all Pedro fans. We have a list of cool things like game bots, starboard, special events and Pedro emojis. We are focused on community and everyone is welcome.

#Pedro Pascal #Discord #TLOU #Mandalorian #Frankie Morales #Javier pena #Joel Miller #the last of us #Din Djarin #Agent Whiskey #Oberyn Martell #Dieter Bravo #Fandom #actor #pedropascaldiscord #Pedro pascal discord

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veritasislehq · 7 months

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whilst the island danced the night away ...

The night of the masquerade was going smoothly. Everyone in attendance seemingly enjoying themselves. Sure, the occasional quarreling was overheard but that's to be expected when drinks are flowing from an open bar. What most attendees were unaware of was the stirring on the other side of the island. See, nestled at the tip on the edge of Ravenwyck is what appears to be a cozy lighthouse. The lighthouse is home to an ancient wixen who has kept their eyes glued on the prisoners of The Forgotten Isle since its start. Through ancient spells and charms, she along with a few others ensure that no one escapes. There's only been one incident that resulted in a painful death, resulting in none trying since. Unfortunately, whilst the rest of the island is enjoying themselves, a bubbling from inside the mountain of Midnight Labriynth stirred resulting in those thought dead floating to the surface. Ghosts and ghouls were silently making their way across the island, some causing mischief, others filled with confusion. A small group of ghouls led by the aforementioned prisoner made their way to the lighthouse, taking the guards and the ancient wixen by surprise and killing them resulting in most the warding spells failing and prisoners easily making an escape. Once word hit the council members at the masquerade, it was too late to stop things from escalating beyond repair. Acting fast, perhaps somewhat ill-advised, with help of a few powerful magic wielding beings they put the ball under lockdown. Those able to, with power left to see what they could do to calm the situation whilst the rest slowly started splitting attendees into groups until eventually all were split up, some with familiar faces, others not so lucky. Still, few knew what was actually happening, is keeping thousands of supernatural beings mixed with humans in the dark admist chaos truly the answer? There's truly only one way to find out.

Out Of Character Details: The music has stopped, the ball has come to an end, and attendees have been split into groups in hopes to better control the masses. It's possible that one or two have managed to slip out, but the majority are now under lockdown until things are under control.

ghosts are now an available species. more info can be found here. escaped prisoners can also be applied for, though at the moment we'll only be allowing one per mun.

in order to keep us from confusing the dash event threads from new ones, we've decided to test out Discord as we find it can be easier with group threads. Everyone will have access to all the groups as it is quite fun to be able to read what everyone is up to during the event! A Tupperbox tutorial will be shared on the resource blog and in the server, though the admins will also be around for any questions!

The groups have been randomized, and we've done our best to ensure muns don't have more than one character in a single group, but unfortunately for some we had to double up. You can find it below, under the cut.

Group 1 - Basement

ryland shao ( keanu reeves ) easton jesse allen ( josh heuston ) xiao longwei ( kuang tian ) safieh nassar ( yasmine al-bustami ) scarlett barlow ( lisa ann walter )

Group 2 - Master Bathroom

onyx coldwell ( gabriel guevara ) silas sanguis ( pedro pascal ) alisa ( wakeema hollis ) rory sylliboy ( drew ray tanner ) weston porter ( thomas weatherall ) li na shao ( simone kessell )

Group 3 - Recreation Office

delphine ren ( havana rose liu ) fujita kenji ( mackenyu arata ) rhiannon ( natasha liu bordizzo ) lucien greenwood ( elias kacavas ) omari jackson ( mason gooding )

Group 4 - Meeting Room 3

basilton huang ( lewis tan ) cordelia coldwell ( catherine zeta-jones ) cian moore ( fin argus ) ari tiernan o'cléirigh ( robert sheehan ) defne karahan ( aslihan malbora ) christian “kit” silvestre ( casey deidrick )

Group 5 - Reception

emrys abbott ( adam dimarco ) stefan benitez ( harvey guillen ) ember silverton ( maia mitchell ) alwyn locklyn ( morgan davies ) river silverton ( joshua orpin ) nazario veres ( taylor zakhar perez )

Group 6 - Meeting Room 1

cleo santos ( devery jacobs ) dorian marias ( lakeith stanfield ) soren ardelean ( logan lerman ) celeste hotland ( florence pugh ) alaric golitsyn ( nicholas galitzine ) sapphire zhou ( poppy liu )

Group 7 - Corridor 1

mateo luna marin ( saak ) julian santiago ( oscar isaac ) marcel nkusi ( ncuti gatwa ) micaela “kai” silvestre ( ursula corbero ) zane xiao santos ( charles michael davis )

Group 8 - Corridor 4

atlas perez ( omar rudberg ) zahra osman ( aiysha hart ) dustin nieves ( froy gutierrez ) magnus katiyo ( rege-jean page ) asterion valphyr ( adam demos ) dawson porter ( skeet ulrich )

Group 9 - Kitchen

chainika giri ( amita suman ) fujita ryu ( ryan potter ) adriana sanguis ( stefania spampinato ) elvira santos ( bruna marquezine ) mahsuri wan ( michelle yeoh )

Group 10 - Garbage Room

mateo luna marin ( saak ) amethyst ( greta onieogou ) obsidian kincaid coldwell ( thomas doherty ) roisin balfe ( morfydd clark ) rowan reyes ( vico ortiz )

Group 11 - Library

kaveri natarajan ( simone ashley ) neo marin ( lizeth selene ) ever solano ( mason alexander park ) julian santiago ( oscar isaac ) marcel nkusi ( ncuti gatwa )

#plot drop #vih.masquerade #vih.event

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daenerys-targaryen · 1 year

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hey leah! how are you? hope you’re doing okay! <3

you’ve been on tumblr for a long while, haven’t you? i recently had to delete my blog bc some people i know irl found it and i just can’t deal with that lmao

at the same time i used to be a creator here YEARS ago before college/law school happened but now i finally graduated and i want to get back into it

anyway my question is and i’d love if you could expand on it - or not - you’re not obligated to answer this at all!!

what’s the best way for me to start from scratch and build a platform for my creations? i’ve been observing and i noticed tagging users is not much more affective than tagging the content itself? if so how does that work; can i tag anyone who lists the media i’m working on as an interest or do we have to be mutuals or literally what i’m losing my mind over this lmao i feel like such a millennial i used to rock this website

participate in events?? look for discord servers?? (where would i even find them 😩😩)? like anything guidance you could spare, no matter how obvious or simple i’d really appreciate <33

but again you seriously don’t have to!!! i wouldn’t want to pressure you or take up your time! just let me know 😊

have a great night!

Hi there anon! I'm doing well, thanks for asking!

I have been on here for quite some time, yes. Oh my gosh asdfjkl that's so scary! I hope you're doing okay after that ordeal.

I would say the best way to help circulate your creations and broaden your audience would be to 1) make lots of content, 2) join source blogs and 3) tag people in your creations.

Make lots of content: Even if you're new to gifing or editing, people will notice if you're making a lot of good content. I'm not sure what it is, but when I see a new blog or a person who I just wasn't aware of making tons of content, I want to follow them even if everything they post doesn't appeal to me because I want new content. The more you make content, the more if will be spread around and the more exposure you'll get.

Joining source blogs: There are tons and tons of source blogs that are looking for new members. Depending on what you're wanting to gif, (lord of the rings, stranger things, pedro pascal, skyrim, etc) you'd go to the explore page and look up 'pedro pascal' and you'd see posts made by pedrohub, for example. If you're not interested in gifing just one particular thing (movies, tv shows, video games, youtubers, podcasts etc) then you can also find and join blogs dedicated to everything. And I mean everything. For example, @stream, @chewbacca, @dailyflicks, @cinematv are all source blogs dedicated to just about everything. Find some source blogs you'd like to be part of, make sure to read the blog rules and boom! Your content is being shared to a whole new audience.

Tagging people in your creations: Similar to joining source blogs, best way to get your content reblogged by source blogs if you're not in them is to tag them. For example, @stream tracks '#userstream', @chewbacca tracks '#chewieblog', @dailyflicks tracks '#dailyflicks' and @cinematv tracks '#cinematv'. You can also find people also make content for the same thing and tag them too!

For sure participate in events! Join those discord servers! Most well ran source blogs (no shade to those who don't do this but it just makes everything fun and easier) will already have a discord server set up dedicated to the blog itself. It will have a general, rules and creations tab where you can discuss the blog, share your creations and also chat if it's that vibe of the server. Some might even have a spoilers tab, some might have a pets tab where you can send pictures of your pets. It really just depends on the kind of people are in the server and again, what the vibe is like. Some source blog discord servers I'm in are QUIET and are only active when someone is sharing their creations (which is just fine!) and some others are active every minute of the day. Again it just depends on who is in the server.

Also, just befriending someone who also makes the same content as you or someone who you admire in the fandom or someone who you'd just like to be friends with helps too! If you're friends with people in your fandom then obviously they're going to reblog your content if they want to! I'm not saying to make friends simply so that you get more notes on your creations, I hope that's clear. But I am saying that it certainly doesn't hurt :)

Hope this gave you some insight and good luck!

#leah has mail #Anonymous #i really hope the read more works #if not i am so sorry #long post #<- in case it doesn't work

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frenchfryfranki · 3 years

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Stargazing

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader Warnings: None (just very, very soft) A/N: This was made for the Pedro Pascal Universe Bingo Event happening in the Pascal Palace Discord server! I wrote it to go along with a playlist I made. Also I never write so please be kind! Lol 💙 Bingo Prompt: Stars You love looking up at the night sky, at all the shimmering stars, while resting on top of the crest. It’s peaceful and it becomes a routine of yours when you’re on safe planets. You don’t mind when Din starts to join you, and you’re a little surprised that he likes stargazing so much. It becomes a way for the two of you to stop thinking about the problems of the day, and just enjoy one another's company. But while you stare at all the little glimmering far away suns and planets, Din is staring at you. You can’t tell of course, because of the helmet, but he thinks your eyes twinkle twice as bright as any star, and your smile is much prettier than any moons in any sky. His heart swells when he sees the look of awe on your face while you look up into the endless universe and how you point out the minuscule differences of the skies on different planets. He cherishes these moments with you, yet the armor he wears on his body and around his heart becomes a barrier, leaving you oblivious to the way he looks at you, to the way he cares about you. Maybe he’ll finally tell you just how special you are to him tonight, his Ca’tra. Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3xQqu7pMi6fDVXoHRkuPvj?si=2ed81aa760e04230

Ca’tra means Night Sky

#Din Djarin x reader #din djarin x gn!reader #din djarin #PPUB #Pedro Pascal Universe Bingo #Din Djarin x you #din djarin/reader #din djarin x gender neutral reader #the mandalorian #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin playlist

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hfsodihfoifuweoi · 3 years

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we are an appless, oc, discord-based roleplay, set in leavenworth, washington - a very real, teeny tiny town, with very made up people. we are semi-plotless! our focus is plot events and activities that encourage relationship building and social interactions, collaboration with other writers that ultimately makes the rp juicier and more fun for everyone.

there is no character cap in effect

activity checks are minimal

we are lgbtq+ friendly, and poc-friendly

ping us with your questions, or click here to hop on our server: https://discord.gg/eAbvJGtdPf

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psst. have you heard? we’re looking for some characters and wcs! all fcs below are suggested. all character details are utp.

new year, NEW MAYOR! replacing beloved mayor hubbard, who has served 35 and some odd years now, is a woman on a mission. she’s on the younger side, but she’s got ideas, and she wants to shake up the way town council handles its business. it’s time to drag leavenworth into the 21st century. or at least go paperless. suggested fcs are TESSA THOMPSON OR LUPITA NYONG’O. ---

they’re serving, and they’re protecting - although truth be told, the worst the local FIRE AND SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENTS have to deal with is a burning barbecue in the summer, snow storms, or drunk teenagers lost in the woods: — sheriff: SANTIAGO CABRERA OR PEDRO PASCAL — sergeants and deputies include: ZACH ROERIG, JAMIE CHUNG, and CONOR LESLIE — fire chief: IDRIS ELBA — fire fighters: STEVEN R. MCQUEEN and MIRANDA RAE MAYO — paramedics: CHARLIE BARNETT and KARA KILLMER ---

it’s not just a tourist town! there’s a permanent population of 2000 in leavenworth, and their kids have to go to school somewhere and be taught by somebody. suggested fcs include: — KERRI RUSSELL — EMILY DESCHANEL — TOM HOLLAND — ANTHONY MACKIE — DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL ---

it’s a war of the BARS. in one corner is nellie’s, a bar in the basement of a pizzeria near city hall, and definitely a locals-only hole in the wall. in the other corner? the thirsty elf, with its tiki santa cups, and little paper umbrellas in all the drinks, it’s definitely geared toward the tourists: — owner of nellie’s: TAYLOR KINNEY — nellie’s staff: EMERAUDE TOUBIA and DIEGO BONETA — owner of the thirsty elf: HARRY SHUM JR. — the thirsty elf staff: CHANCE PERDOMO and CAMILA MENDES ---

rumour has it a REAL ESTATE DEVELOPER from the big city has been spotted in town, snooping around. he and that fancy LAWYER he’s been toting around can’t be up to any good. — real estate developer: HENRY GOLDING — lawyer: CANDICE PATTON ---

speaking of law. whatever your legal needs might be, they can be met by the good folks working at the local LAW FIRM: Hubbard, Washington, Parker & Associates: — managing partner: EWAN MCGREGOR — partner: GEMMA CHAN — lawyer on staff: REGÉ-JEAN PAGE — paralegal: ALEXANDRA DADDARIO — receptionist: JANEL PARRISH ---

the various colourful characters who call leavenworth home, we’d love to see them more often: — ARDEN CHO, a veterinarian and owner of the local animal hospital — CHRIS PINE, owner of the local garage — JASON MOMOA, a fisherman back in town for the winter season — SAM HEUGHAN, owner of a winery just outside of the town limits

#rp #roleplay #discord rp #wanted fc #oc rp

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rosepascal · 9 months

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Venom || Joel Miller x Reader

summary: Joel says things he doesn't mean but he's might have pushed it too far this time.

warnings: Joel says mean things, sad joel, insecure joel, arguments. Happy ending? kinda depends on what you view as happy tbh.

a/n: I've been writing too much fluff lately I gotta go back to my roots for some angst to fluff. Also this is for the Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe Server event!! If you want to participate just join the server and write any drabble about any Pedro character!! Join below!!

Fighting with Joel was exhausting. It didn't happen often which is surprising given his intense and standoffish nature. Maybe small disagreements or stupid petty arguments that ended with silent apologies. Neither of you had the time to hold grudges. Not when the two of you relied on each other for survival.

But in Jackson you don't. need each other anymore. Or that's what Joel thinks in his own fucked up way. You two were together for survival. He's worn down. He's too weak, deaf in one ear. What kind of settled down life could he give you?

But he's selfish. He's so damn selfish because when he wakes up with you in his arms and you smile that sweet smile, he doesn't want to let go. He wants you. To be everything to you. But he knows deep down that he can't be. It's only a matter of time until its gone.

So he does what he needs to. Protect himself. Even if it means pushing away one of the only good things in his life.

"Fuck you Joel!" You hiss as you shove his chest. Wanting him as far away from you as possible. He scoffs in a way that makes you want to punch that stupid face of his.

"Fuck you too sweetheart." He mocks you with the pet name that you normally love hearing from him. There's no remorse, only malice.

"You do not get to speak to me like this. After everything we've been through."

"Don't flatter yourself. It was purely survival."

He doesn't mean it. To him it was much more than staying alive. It was living. Every moment with you made his shitty life worth something. So why is he tearing it down brick by brick. Taking a sledge hammer to his own happiness for what? To be miserable. Miserable, but safe.

The thing is, he doesn't hide it as well as he thinks. At least not to you. The words spit like venom and his eyes are dark and cold. But you don't believe him. Maybe it's your own delusion but you refuse to believe that it all meant nothing to him.

It doesn't comfort you though. If anything it makes you angrier. Angry that he still doesn't trust you. That he won't talk to you like a fucking adult and instead he's lashing out like a child.

"You're so full of shit you know that?"

"Excuse me?" Joel growls, he steps closer but you stand your ground.

"I think you're lying to me and to yourself."

"Like you know me so well."

"Just shut up and listen!" You clench your fists as your throat grows hoarse from yelling. You're tired. You don't want to fight him anymore.

"I love you Joel. I have since we first met. I've seen you at your worst and I'm still here. But unless you start acting like an adult and just fucking talk to me. Then I won't be." Joel can feel his heart squeeze in his chest.

But he's got no right to feel sorry. He's done this himself. He's pushed and pushed and now he's finally broke it. He's gone too far.

"Then leave. I don't need you. I was just fine before you and I'll be fine after." Crossing his arms he digs his blunt nails into his arms. This is for the best. You were going to leave anyway. He doesn't need anyone. He's fine. He's happy.

"You are a coward Joel Miller." Your voice shakes as you stare him in the eyes.

Challenging him, wanting him to take it back. But he won't. He's too stubborn. Without another word you turn and leave. Slamming the door behind you, shaking the whole house.

Joel feels every emotional course through his veins. The walls had crumbled under your soft touch have started to build around his heart again. He sits on the couch, simmering in his anger as he listens to the silence that now fills his house. He lays down, shutting his eyes and letting himself get lost in his head.

He's fine. He's happy. He doesn't need you. He's..fine. He's...alive. He doesn't...he doesn't need you.

It's been a week since you've seen Joel. Ellie, who's pissed at Joel for fucking things up with you, grabbed some clothes for you and you found an empty house to stay in for a bit. Needing to cool down from your heated argument and knowing he needed space.

You thought that telling him off would make you feel better but in all honestly it made you feel worse. You don't want to hate Joel. You want to be together, in the house that you shared. Cuddling, making dinner. Maybe, maybe you could talk things out. But unless he was ready to talk to you then nothing was going to change.

So call it a surprise when you open your door to leave and find Joel standing on your porch.

"Joel?" His eyes dart everywhere but you.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

Stepping aside you let him in. The house is pretty bare. It's lacking the touch of home that his house does. He doesn't say anything as he stands in the living room.

"Why are you here?" You ask him, not wanting to start another fight. He stays silent and you sigh.

"I think you should go." You say reaching for the door.

"I'm sorry." He blurts out.

Your hand freezes as you look back at him. Joel...He doesn't apologize. At least not with words and not often. It's not like he's too proud to admit that he's wrong. He just isn't good at expressing it.

"You were right, I was being a coward and I'm sorry." He wrings his hands together, his eyes looking down, then to you, then back down.

"I...appreciate your apology but I can't pretend that the whole argument never happened." Do you want things to go back to normal, forget this ever happened? Yes. But it can't.

"I know sweetheart, M'not asking you to forget. I just. I needed you to know."

"Tell me what's wrong. Please. Tell me why you were so mean." You plead. If he wanted any shot at fixing things, he needs to do this.

"I...I'm old." He starts slowly. Piecing together the words in a way that makes sense in his head.

"I wouldn't blame you if one day you woke up and decided to leave. Find a better life without me and I couldn't...I couldn't handle that." Being open and honest is hard. He feels a sense of vulnerability that he swore he'd never feel again.

"So you decided to end it before I could?" You finish for him and he nods. You scoff in disbelief.

"Jesus Joel, why couldn't you just talk to me?"

"I don't know." Sighing you lean against the door.

"Do you love me?" You ask. He doesn't hesitate to answer. If the fear in his heart of you leaving tells him anything, it's that you mean more to him than he ever realized.

"With all my heart."

"If the roles were reversed, and I told you I thought I wasn't enough. Would you leave?"

"Absolutely not." He answers quickly. You give him a look and he shifts on his feet.

"So why would you think I'd leave you?" Walking closer you wrap your arms around his waist. Hugging him tightly as you take in the man that you've missed so dearly.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I don't deserve you." He buries his face into your neck. Arms holding you tightly.

"I'm not forgiving you yet. You really hurt me." He nods in understanding, ready to give you the world to earn back your trust.

"Just, promise me that you'll talk to me next time somethings wrong."

"I'll try. I promise." Nodding you let him kiss your cheek. Smiling at the feeling of his lips pressing against your skin.

"Will you come home? I'll sleep in another room if ya want. I just need you home."

"I'll come home, just let me grab my things." He waits patiently as you grab your clothes. He holds out his hand and you take it.

"Ready?" You ask. Is he ready to go home, to heal, to talk to you.

"Yeah, I'm ready." He wraps his arm around you as you make the short walk back home.

You and Joel aren't going to go back to normal overnight. But maybe that's a good thing. Maybe after all of this, things will be better than normal.

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