#thank you again bb 🥺✨😫♥️

[kedsandtubesocks]

KATE

K A T E

Hi I’m writing this from beyond the grave because this destroyed me in the best way possible oh my god 😫

Thank you. So so much for this honey I can’t believe you took the time to write this and out for me? 🥺

And HELL YEAH OUR BOY HE CAN DANCE LOL🕺

Plus the absolute TEXAN that is oozing out of Joel (him and his broad shoulders and UT t shirt made me DROOL HELLO) and his charming he is - this feels like a precious gift

Also I do have a friend from college named Kelly so I was like “Kate 👀 …babes how did you know? 👀” LOL

But wow this is stunning and incredible and I’m so grateful to have you in my life and I’m just gonna cry again brb 😭

Passing Notes: Dance

Joel Miller x f!reader | 956 words | Passing Notes masterlist

summary: A gorgeous man buys you a drink and asks you to dance.

a/n: happy @swiftiscruff gift exchange, Erika! @kedsandtubesocks This is obviously inspired by our shared belief that Joel Miller can absolutely dance. I hope you like it! 🧡

tags/warnings: flirting, dancing, drink mention, the bar is warm and they’re sweating, pet names (darlin’, baby, cowboy), reader dances and is otherwise not described

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You were laughing as you slid onto the stool at the bar, perching on it sideways next to your friend Kelly. She squeezed in between you and the guy on the next stool.

“I need a drink,” she breathed, fanning herself. “It is way too hot out there.” She gestured towards the dance floor, and you nodded. 

“I need a break, too. If anyone touches me right now all they’ll feel is sweat.” You shook out your top, trying to create a breeze. “Why’s it so hot in here, tonight?”

The bartender popped up right then and she looked miserable. She was wearing a tank top and shorts but even then she was visibly sweating. “It’s just so hot out tonight, the AC is doin’ it’s best.” She shook her head. “My manager will be back in a few minutes with some big box fans, ‘n try to create a cross breeze. It’s boilin’ in here.”

You nodded, feeling terrible for her. “And we’re all here with our body heat, making it worse.”

She laughed and waved you off. “Nah, you two looked great out there! What can I get you?”

You both asked for waters as well as new drinks. When she came back with them, she winked at you. “I was about to say I can’t believe no one has asked you to dance, but I spoke too soon. These are from the gentlemen at the end of the bar.” She nodded to your right.

You heard Kelly say, “ooooooh,” as you turned to look, curious. The first thing you noticed was shoulders. Your eyes traced over the man’s broad shoulders, taking in his gray UT Austin t-shirt and muscular arms. He was holding out his drink in a toast to you and Kelly. You swallowed as your eyes finally moved upwards towards his face.

He was gorgeous. You tried not to look as stunned as you felt. He had curly brown hair, dark eyes, a scruffy beard, and a half smile that made something inside of you squirm. You started to smile back.

“I know without asking that you want the hot older guy,” Kelly teased from behind you, “but that’s ok because the younger one with the hair just winked at me.” It was then that you realized there were, in fact, two of them. The hot older guy was still staring straight at you, eyebrows raised. You glanced to his right and finally noticed the younger one, who did, in fact, have longer hair. He seemed to be looking straight at Kelly.

“Deal,” you breathed, finally responding to her, as your eyes darted back to meet “hot older guy’s” gaze. He winked at you and stood to walk around the bar towards you, friend trailing behind. The stool to your left was suddenly free and Kelly sat down just as the two men arrived. You both swiveled around to face them.

The one with the hair spoke first. “Hey there, ladies,” he smiled at you both. “I’m Tommy, this is my brother Joel. We saw you dancin’, you two were really somethin’ out there.”

You looked from Tommy back to Joel and found he was already looking at you. Kelly introduced herself and Tommy replied, locking the two of them in conversation. You realized belatedly that you and Joel were staring at each other but neither of you had said anything yet. Joel raised his eyebrows and you introduced yourself finally, a bit sheepish.

Joel smiled. “Nice to meet you, darlin’.” He leaned forward to rest his right hand against the edge of the bar so that he was leaning into your space. 

You bit your lip. “Thanks for the drink.” 

“My pleasure. Saw you dancin’ and, well.” He leaned a little bit closer. “Had to at least try to talk to you.”

You smiled at him, eyes locked on his. “Oh yeah?”

His eyes traced over your face and he nodded. “Couldn’t take my eyes off you.” The back of his left hand brushed against your knee and you shivered. “Would you dance with me, darlin’?”

“You know how to dance, cowboy?” You couldn’t help but tease him in response. 

Joel grinned. “I know my way around the floor.”

You looked around and realized Kelly was gone, out on the floor with Tommy already. They were moving quickly and you thought if Joel was even half as good as Tommy seemed to be out there, you’d probably have a good time.

“Alright, cowboy. Let’s dance.”

Joel pushed off the bar and caught your hands in his on the way up. “C’mon then, darlin’.” He tugged you off the stool and you slid to the floor, inches away from him. You took a deep breath and your chests almost touched. Even in the warm air of the bar you could feel the heat of his body so close to yours. Joel smiled and slipped his arm around your shoulders, turning to lead you out on the floor. 

A few minutes later, as Joel guided you across the floor in a two-step so fast it left you breathless, sending you into a spin and catching you at the other end, you laughed at yourself for your earlier thoughts. Joel was easily twice as good at this as anyone you’d ever danced with. 

He pulled you around and into his arms again and your eyes danced over his face. “You’re pretty good at this, cowboy.” You realized he was watching your mouth as you spoke and you grinned. 

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, baby. Let me show you what I got.”

(And he did – on the dance floor and later that night in your car, on your couch, and finally, in your bed.)