okay so this is my first request ever (yay 😇), i’m typically a silent reader. okay. to the point. could you do one where reader has the biggest puppy eyes ever—and isn’t even aware that she has them? steve’s never able to say no (obviously). and the group always teases him, but he can’t bring himself to stop.
sorry if this lacks detail, but you should get the idea?? if not, that’s okay. thank you!! 🥹✌️
PUPPY EYED LOVER
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 1.7K
NIA'S NOTES: Thank you for this request!! I have my exam tomorrow. I need all the luck I can get honestly 🤞🤞 I'll feedback to you guys as soon as I come out of the exam how it went. Enjoy my lovelies!! 💕
Having a boyfriend that couldn’t help but give into you was something that you put to good use, mostly because it would get a reaction out of other people. Watching the helpless look wash over his face was something that you soaked in every time. You could ask him for anything, and he would say yes immediately, not needing a second to think about it. Your favourite part about it was watching everyone roll their eyes and gag.
For a boy that was known as ‘king Steve’ in high school, he was definitely everything but what people expected of him. Whatever defences he had up crumbled down whenever he simply looked at you, and he got shit from it all the time, constantly being mocked when he was caught off guard.
You’ve never worked out why he can never say no to you, and you know that he has never been like this with anyone else. If anyone else asked him for something, he would probably laugh at them and roll his eyes. People would ask you if he was desperate, but he has been like this since day one of dating him, and you never thought to ask him about it.
The mall was getting quieter, people scattered around to do their last-minute shop before heading home. You’re walking out of the movie theatre with Steve by your side, a large popcorn box in your hands as you munched on them. You had asked him if you could get popcorn, and he went up to the front to ask for a large popcorn box. He knew that you wouldn’t finish it, but anyone that knew him knows that he loves to spoil you.
Robin, Jonathan and Nancy are trailing behind you, still laughing at the movie that you just watched. It had been a tie between you and the others on what movie you wanted to watch, and the final vote that came from Steve was your movie suggestion, of course.
He rests his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the mall. “What did you think of the movie, baby?” He asks, stealing a handful of popcorn from your box and tilting his head back, eating them all at once.
You hum, glancing around like you’re really thinking about it. “I really liked it. What did you think of it?”
A slightly concerned look appears on his face, and he almost wants to laugh at how awful the movie was, but for the sake of you, he doesn’t. “It was quite funny. Good movie.”
You squint at him before laughing. “Wait, really? I was only kidding, I hated it. I think that was the worst suggestion I’ve ever had. Never let me pick a movie.”
He stares at you, more confused than ever. “Oh, right. I mean, it was funny because it was so bad.”
“Okay, Steve.” You laugh, shaking your head before stuffing popcorn in your mouth.
The others catch up with you and fall into a conversation, mostly filled with Robin unable to talk with how much she was laughing. Steve’s hand stays on your lower back, gently rubbing up and down, a gesture that he does without even thinking about it.
You pause mid-step, inches away from the stairs leading to the exit, and you glance up at Steve. “Could we take the elevator? My legs are hurting.” You say innocently with a sweet smile and your big eyes.
“Yeah, of course we can.” He nods, already making his way over to the lift.
“Oh Jesus. The stairs are right here. Can you not walk up a few steps?” Robin asks with a groan, earning a grin from you.
“If her legs hurt, then the elevator would be the best option.” Steve says, pressing the button.
Robin rolls her eyes, already making her way up. “I’m taking the stairs, have fun waiting.”
“Suit yourself.” Jonathan shrugs, following behind Robin with Nancy who’s clearly trying not to laugh.
He turns to you, shrugging. “Don’t know what’s got them so irritated.”
You just laugh, stepping into the elevator with him beside you. The elevator goes up slowly, giving him time to turn to you, gently grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a sweet, slow kiss. He sighs against you, slipping his hand behind him onto the wall to steady himself.
“You taste like salted caramel.” He grins.
“I am eating salted caramel popcorn, so I’d hope so.” You laugh, leaning your weight against him.
His fingers trail down your arm, and his voice almost comes out in a whine. “I can’t wait to get back home.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Why is that?”
“Why would I not want to get back home?” He sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ve missed you.”
“Steve, baby, you’ve been with me all day. Practically attached to my hip unless you physically haven’t been able to come along with me.” You say with an amused laugh.
“You know what I mean.” He mumbles.
“I don’t, but okay.” You shake your head, huffing out another laugh.
His hand comes back up to the side of your face. “I like being around you.”
“I know.” You hum. “You’ve been very affectionate all day.”
“Am I not always?” He asks.
You blink at him. “Good point.”
The elevator dings and the doors open, the others already waiting at the door, looking impatient. You slip your free hand into his, clutching the popcorn box against your chest as you walk over to the exit.
“Would you like me to carry that for you?” He asks.
“Yes please.” You nod, and he effortlessly takes it from you between his fingers.
Robin fake gags, causing him to roll his eyes. “You two are disgustingly cute, I hate it.” She says, but there’s no real hatred in her tone.
“Who’s driving us back home?” Nancy asks, pushing the exit door open.
“I can.” Jonathan says.
“I also can.” You add.
Robin’s eyes immediately flick to Steve, waiting for his response. “Just say no for once. I will smile for the rest of my life.” She says, dragging her hand down her face.
“It saves me from driving everyone around for hours, actually. I’ll happily let her drive us all home.” Jonathan shrugs.
Steve glances at Robin. “Well, wasn’t that easy?” He says, shooting her a glare.
Robin groans, walking through the exit.
“You’re so easy, Steve.” Robin teases.
“She’s not wrong. I don’t think I ever hear you say no.” Nancy adds, raising her eyebrows.
“No.” Steve says simply.
The group shoot him a look, and you can’t help but laugh.
“Don’t join in with them too.” Steve groans at you, though he only pulls you closer to himself.
“They aren’t wrong, Steve.” You whisper.
“Maybe not, but what’s the problem with it?” He asks you.
Robin gasps comically, sarcastically. “No way. He finally admits it. We must broadcast this to the world.”
“Could you just stop talking for a minute?” Steve shoots back and turns to look at you.
“I don’t have a problem with it.” You say with a sweet smile.
“I’m glad that someone doesn’t.” He rolls his eyes, leading you over to the car.
You slip into the driver’s seat, adjusting the seat to your height whilst Steve gets into the passenger seat, and the group slide into the back. Steve slides a cassette tape into a player to play in the background to fill up the noise, which definitely wasn’t going to be necessary. You drive out of the parking lot and start to drive to everyone’s houses.
They’re relentlessly teasing Steve in the back, dragging out his inability to say no for as long as they could, which you found hilarious. He had nothing else to say to shoot back at them, so he groaned and listened to them.
“You’re completely hopeless, dude.” Jonathan laughs.
“Steve, would you be the sweetest and turn this song off? I hate it.” Robin mocks, and you keep your focus on the road, physically holding yourself back from laughing.
Steve huffs, tilting his head back against the headrest. “You’re relentless.”
“You make me want to barf every time you do that weird squeaky voice.” Robin laughs.
“I thought I was the only one that noticed that.” Nancy adds.
He rolls his eyes. “You’re making things up now.”
“No, no.” Robin shakes her head. “Once I noticed it, it’s now the only thing I can notice.”
“Can I do anything without you commentating on my life?” He asks, turning his head to look back at the group, earning a shrug from them all.
Once you dropped everyone back off at their homes, you watch the tension leave Steve’s shoulders, and he huffs out a breath. You park outside of your house, turning the engine off and looking at Steve with a slightly empathetic look.
“That was an interesting drive.” You whisper.
“I was so close to stepping out of the car.” He groans.
“I think it’s cute that you always say yes to me.” You say with a sweet smile before stepping out of the car, walking up to the door.
Steve jogs behind you, his body pressed tightly against yours as you search for your keys. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms around your torso. You unlock the door, stepping inside and slipping your shoes off. As soon as his are off, he carefully backs you against the wall, his lips brushing along your neck.
“Steve!” You laugh, pulling him closer.
“Hm?” He says, acting completely oblivious as he presses kisses along your neck.
“I haven’t even taken my coat off yet.” You whisper.
“Don’t need to.” He mumbles.
Your hands slip through his hair. “I also need to prepare dinner.”
“Just give me a sec, baby.” He murmurs, settling his hands on your hips and settling his head on your shoulder.
“What happened to you always saying yes to me?” You ask with a laugh, and he perks his head up.
“Right.” He nods.
“I’m only kidding. It can wait.” You say with a sweet smile, and he grins, pressing his lips to yours, humming.
Even though Steve knew that the group were going to give him shit for life because of this, he could never contain himself. He was too far into it now, he would never get himself to stop.
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would we be able to get a fluffy blurb of reader and joe at maya's wedding based off of hoziers song someone new, both are afraid to say i love you, but joe finds a way to say it with the song-cause it would be the song that played at the bar they first met at? 🥺🥺
SOMEONE NEW
Joe Keery x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 1K
NIA'S NOTES: Thank you for this request!! Less that 48 hours until my exam... I'm just glad that once it's over, I'm going to be able to write some longer fics that I have in mind 🤞 Enjoy my lovelies! 💕
Going from meeting Joe at a bar to being invited to his best friend’s wedding was a change that you weren’t expecting, but you weren’t mad about. Clinking glasses together and dancing in each other’s arms stayed the same as it did the first time you met, it was different now, closer. Things had meaning to both of you, something that others wouldn’t know about.
The venue is gorgeous, and Maya welcomed you in immediately, getting to know about you more, not making you feel singled out for a moment. You walked in with your hand in Joe’s, a gesture that you didn’t know you needed, especially with how new all of this is to you.
You’d reached the point in the relationship with Joe where you were automatically invited to every event. Looking down at your name on the card for the first time was probably something that you were just supposed to smile about and continue with your day, but it was more special than that.
Between the arrival and the wedding reception, you had gotten yourself into conversations with Maya’s family and friends, who you were most likely going to see once. You also got to talk to Joe’s friends who you had already met a few times and got absorbed in a conversation filled with old photos of Joe.
The night went by slowly, filled with laughter as you hear stories about Joe from Maya, and his hand gently rested on your lower back wherever you went. You were leaning against a counter, glass of wine in your hand as you listened to Charlie talk about a time on set.
“Joe was completely clueless on set.” Charlie laughs.
Joe shakes his head, settling his hand on your side. “Everything was going through one ear and straight out the other.”
“I can’t blame him.” Maya joins in, shrugging. “I had no idea what I was doing half the time either.”
“Were the instructions unclear or something?” You ask.
“Insanely.” Maya nods.
Joe hums and mumbles. “Couldn’t be more unclear.”
“I absolutely can’t judge at all, because I’d probably be the same.” You laugh.
“I think I ended up directing at one point.” Maya trails off.
“More than one point.” Charlie adds.
“I was talking through everything and got nothing out of it.” Joe laughs, shaking his head.
His hand brings you closer to his side, letting you lean your weight on him. He leans down to press a sweet kiss to the top of your head, even when you’re in the middle of a conversation. One thing you could never forget about Joe was how he loved you loudly, and he was never ashamed of it.
A song fades in the background, familiar, personal, and you perk your head up to see Joe already looking at you. It’s a special song to you and Joe, one that was playing when you first met at a bar, it had become a personal song that reminded of you of each other. Someone new. He grins at you, brushing his thumb over your jawline, leaning close into your ear so that you can hear over the chatter between Maya and Charlie.
“Sounds familiar, hm?” He asks, already knowing the answer.
“Very familiar.” You nod.
His hand slides back down to your lower back. “Will you come dance with me, baby?” He asks.
“Yes.” You say quickly, already taking his hand and pulling him over to the dance floor in the middle, a few people already scattered around dancing.
He brings you close to his him, letting your head rest on his chest, wanting the closeness and intimacy of the moment. His hand slips through your hair, moving you from side to side along with the beat. So many people were around you, and they had no idea what this song meant to you.
“Feels like a full circle moment.” He whispers, twirling the end of your hair around his finger.
“Same song we danced to months ago.” You mumble against his chest.
The bass from the song vibrates under your feet, and you can feel your skin practically buzzing. Everything feels like it has narrowed down to you both together in this room, everyone’s voices becoming small.
“I remember thinking how beautiful you looked when we were dancing, and God, you still look as gorgeous as ever right now.” He says, twirling you around, pulling a laugh from your lips.
“You were really nervous. I can’t even count the number of times you completely blanked or stumbled over your words. It was cute.” You grin.
He rolls his eyes but grins, clearly not angry in the slightest. “I was trying to make a good impression of myself.”
“You definitely made a good impression.” You laugh.
“Imagine this as our first dance song.” He says with a warm, genuine smile, the most serious he’s ever looked.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” You say, gently swatting his arm.
“I’m not, but it’s a great suggestion.” He grins.
“It is.” You nod.
He leans down to press a gentle, slow kiss to your lips, taking his time. You tangle your hands into his hair, pulling him closer, earning a grunt from him. His fingers gently trace up and down your back.
“This song will always remind me of you.” He whispers.
“I think it’s a requirement that we get up and dance to this song any time it comes on.” You say, resting your forehead against his.
He hums, pausing to go quiet for a moment. He’s a little too quiet, more than usual, so you slowly pull back, and he looks at you like he’s desperate to say something.
“You look like you’re about to pop.” You laugh.
“This song makes me realise how much I really love you.” He whispers. “I mean, it’s not just the song. Just looking at you makes me think, God, I’m really lucky.”
You freeze for a moment, staring blankly at him. He has never told you he loves you yet, and neither have you, but the timing felt right. Your hands gently slip into his hair.
“I love you, Joe.” You whisper.
“I’ve been waiting so long to tell you. Didn’t want to overwhelm you straight away, but I always knew that I did.” He laughs in disbelief in himself.
“No, me too, but this was perfect timing.” You say with a sweet smile.
Music brought you together, closer every time.
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hiii i love ur stuff & im wondering if you’d write about joe x small artist!reader and it’s like a secret bf/gf trope where reader is opening for him on his tour & it’s just really cute moments of stolen hugs & kisses backstage before, between sets & after shows & they’re like always sneaking to watch each other’s rehearsals with their bands
idk if this makes sense tbh😓 so do what u will with it🦄🦄 love uu
WHAT THEY DON'T KNOW
Joe Keery x small artist fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 1.6K
NIA'S NOTES: Thank you for this request!! Ily!! My exam is getting closer ugh I don't know if I should laugh or cry 😞 Enjoy my lovelies! 💕
Sneaking out of your dressing room to go watch Joe’s rehearsal before the show was something that you never thought you would be doing. You’ve snuck into his rehearsals before, countless times, but somehow, this time it’s different. You were going to be performing on the same stage as him, opening up for his show. There was something about it that was thrilling, nobody knowing that his opener is also his girlfriend.
The conversation about it came randomly when you were seconds away from falling asleep, and at first, you thought he was joking, but he had never looked so serious. He wasted no time getting to the point, letting the question spill. You stared at him blankly for a while, listening to the soft hum of the air conditioning above you.
After what felt like a while of silence, you whispered to him, your tone filled with confusion. “Nobody knows who I am, Joe.”
He grinned at you, gently brushing the tip of his fingers along your neck. “I wouldn’t say that no one knows who you are, but that would be the point of this. If I get you to open for me, more people will get to know who you are.”
“I’ve never opened for anyone before, and I’ve only done a few shows myself. What if people get bored? What if people talk through my performance?” You asked with a defeated sigh.
“I think you’d be blessing everyone’s ears.” He whispered. “I also think this could be a good chance to boost your career even further, baby. I’d love for you to open for me.”
You hummed, letting his words repeat in your mind for a moment. “Okay.”
“It doesn’t need to be for the whole tour, it can be for a few shows. I need to get your name out into the world either way.” He whispered, tucking your head against his chest, tangling his hands into your hair.
“This is one of the sweetest things I think anybody has done for me.” You whispered with a warm smile.
The worry was shoved to the back of your mind when you were quietly shutting the dressing room door behind you, making your way down the hallway to the stage. Backstage crew walked past you, rolling equipment around, completely clueless to what you were doing and the secret that you and Joe were carrying. You could already feel how electric and alive the stage was before you stepped onto it, settling yourself down on the floor.
His eyes flick over to you instantly, as if your presence can be felt from anywhere. He grins at you, eyes scrunching with that genuine, warm smile. The lighting technicians are adjusting the warm, deep blue light as Joe and the band soundcheck, and you can’t help but focus on how he adjusts his in-ears, and how he walks around stage to help. As they’re sound checking the instruments, he makes his way over to you, crouching down in front of you.
“Should you not be getting ready?” He grins, glancing up at your hair that’s still pinned up in rollers.
An amused laugh leaves you, and you shake your head. “I’m almost ready. I have to leave these rollers in for another thirty minutes, and then I can say I’m done. I was staring at my coffee for a while, so I decided to come over here.”
He hums. “How are you feeling about tonight, baby?”
“Really nervous.” You mumble.
He flashes you an understanding look, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand. “You’re going to be performing in front of a crowd that don’t know your music as personally as anyone else that does listen to your music, so I understand. What I know is that you’re going to do amazing.”
“I don’t know.” You trail off.
“Baby, I snuck into your rehearsal before, and you sounded gorgeous. I’m so excited for everyone to hear you. You absolutely deserve to be heard.” He whispers.
“I don’t want to mess up.” You murmur, watching as his thumb brushed against your hand.
“I think that’s everyone’s biggest worry when they’re very new to doing shows. Honestly, I still get nervous now, and I’ve been doing this for years.” He admits, trying his hardest to reassure you.
“I would’ve thought you would be really confident, I mean, you act and sing. I have no idea how you can do both.” You laugh.
He slips his hand onto your cheek. “Sometimes if I’ve been away from touring for a while, I feel like I’m going to completely forget how to sing and what to do when I’m up on stage.”
“Does it get better?” You ask.
“It gets easier to manage. The more you get up on stage, the easier it gets.” He says with a sweet smile.
You gently pull him closer, pressing your lips to his in a slow, soft kiss. His lips move against yours like you have all the time in the world, like you aren’t going to be up on stage in the next few hours. He rests his hand on your lower back, humming against your lips.
“I’m going to be watching your whole set from the side, cheering you on.” He grins.
“That’s funny, because I’m doing the exact same thing for you.” You whisper, and he brings you into a tight hug, holding you close against himself.
Hearing the crowd entering the venue from behind the curtain had the goosebumps pricking at your skin. The stage was already set for you, and the pre-show playlist was coming to an end. It wasn’t the best idea to see which songs were queued up, you thought it would give you some time to prepare, but you spent the whole time having a conversation in your brain, panicking.
Before Joe went into his dressing room to get ready, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, mumbling a quiet, ‘I’m proud of you’, before he jogged into the room. His words were repeating in your mind, bringing you some encouragement to step on the stage. The main lights went down, and your band started to walk out onto the stage, followed by you, stepping up to the microphone.
Your set goes by smoothly, and the initial panic starts to wash away once you see people dancing at the back of the pit and the crowd turning on their flashes for your more slow, intimate songs. Half-way through your set, you glance over to the side of the stage, noticing how Joe’s looking at you, not taking his eyes away from you once.
When it gets to your last song, you step back from the microphone to look at the crowd, blowing kisses before you step off the stage. The lights dim, and it transitions back into the pre-show playlist. You’re already focused on going to Joe, and he wraps you into his arms, pressing kisses to the top of your head.
“That was fucking amazing, baby.” He whispers.
“Did you see the crowd?” You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.
He grins. “They love you.”
“It felt so natural being up there. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone dancing.” You whisper.
“The lights too. That was beautiful.” He says, brushing his hands through your curled hair. “I want to see your name all over the media after this.”
“Whoa, too fast.” You say with an amused laugh.
“The world deserves to hear your name.” He says with a serious look.
“You’re insane, baby. I love you.” You press a sweet kiss to his cheek.
“I love you.” He grins. “Go get yourself a drink and relax in your dressing room for a while, I need to prepare myself to get up there.”
You nod, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before wandering down the hall into your dressing room. The noise in your head has quietened down, and all the worry has washed away. You get yourself into a hoodie and jeans, slipping on some comfortable shoes before heading back out to catch Joe up on stage.
The sound inside the venue skyrockets, even through the walls. You could feel the vibrations from the bass under your feet, and you make your way over the side of the curtain to watch his set. In the middle of his set, he makes time to thank you for opening for him, and you catch the grin on his face. You loved that nobody knew about you and Joe.
His set runs through smoothly, and you watch him with a warm cup in your hand, swaying to every song. Once he finishes up, he’s quick to get off stage, running straight over to you. Your hands slip into his hair, damp from the sweat, and his head drops to your shoulder, his breathing still fast, unsteady.
“I’m so proud of you.” You whisper, holding him close.
“I can say the same for you.” He mumbles, panting.
You hold him close to you, despite how sweaty he is. “Thank you for even bringing up that you wanted me to open for you.”
“I want everyone to know your name. I want people to go home and start listening to every single song.” He says breathlessly. “I’m serious.”
“You’re too sweet, baby.” You laugh.
“I really want to see you grow in your career, baby. That’s what I care for the most.” He whispers.
“More than your own?” You ask.
“Yeah.” He murmurs.
“You’re actually insane.” You shake your head, amused.
“I’m right where I want to be, baby.” He whispers. “Your set was beyond amazing. The crowd are going to be so lucky to see you every night.”
Joe’s random thoughts really can do wonders.
Thank you for reading!! 💕 Liking and reblogging is very much appreciated!! 💕💕 I want to write something for Gator... I was listening to one of my fav songs and I've got a vision and it's BRIGHT
First off, I js wanna say how much I love ur stuff, I've read so much of it and every one is so peak 🥹
Basically I was wondering if u could write a reader x joe fic were its a few days after the readers birthday, so obviously all the excitement died down, but since it was a milestone birthday she never got a 'big' gift. And basically, while she's at work, Joe sets up smth like a clue-hunt thing. idk how to explain it but its like there's a little note with a rhyme thing, and the answer would be like 'bathroom' and then they would go to the bathroom and there would be another note leading to the kitchen ect.
and in the final room, there would be a tiny kitten or puppy, and she would start crying and getting rlly overjoyed bc shes ALWAYS wanted a pet (she never got one growing up and didnt want to 'bother' joe abt it). And then Joe's js in the corner (possible filming, maybe the reader is an influencer and hes planning on uploading this for her??) and he's mumbling stuff abt how he's "sorry for the gift being late" but she's not even paying attention due to the pet infront of her.
Sorry for the long request, and ofc, this is 100% optional. I js cant write for shit 🥲
Luv u x
BELATED BIRTHDAY
Joe Keery x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 1K
NIA'S NOTES: Thank you for this request!! Ilysm! I'm sorry that this is a short one. My exam is in 4 days, but I'm going to try answer multiple requests tomorrow to post along next week as I'll probably either be studying or panicking!! My mum did this for me when I was little, so I completely understood what you meant!! Enjoy my lovelies! 💕
Work had dragged out for longer than necessary, and you had ended up having to stay overtime to clean up. Customers were testing your patience, your name was being demanded from every side of you, and all you wanted to do was come home to Joe to forget that the day happened. The drive home wasn’t any better, you were stuck behind cars, missing the green light, and barely moving an inch for twenty minutes. You wished that you could have an extended birthday as an excuse to stay home from work.
Once you parked outside your house, your shoulders dropped, and you rested your head against the headrest for a few minutes, trying to compose yourself. You eventually step out of the car, rummaging through your bag to find your keys, and unlocking the front door with a soft click. Your feet pad through the hallway, slipping your shoes off and walking into the kitchen to find Joe sat at the kitchen island.
He turns his head as soon as he hears your footsteps, and he stands up, wrapping his arms around you. For a moment, you completely forget about how exhausting your day was, and you completely relax into him.
“How was work, baby?” He asks, combing his hand through your hair.
You huff. “Shit, honestly. Customers can be so demanding. I think they forget that I’m a human too. I don’t think I had one moment to myself.”
He sighs, slipping his hand to your cheek, gently tracing circles. “Did they keep you back?” He asks.
“I didn’t have to stay back, but the counters weren’t going to clean themselves. I think all my coworkers were done with the day.” You say, looking defeated. “I also got stuck in traffic, so that just made my day so much better.” You say sarcastically, smiling up at him warmly.
“I do think I have something that could potentially make your day better, even if it’s just a little.” He whispers.
You raise your eyebrows and squint at him, trying to read into him. “What’s that?” You ask.
He doesn’t answer with words, he walks over to the counter and picks up an envelope, handing it to you. It doesn’t have any writing on the front, and you glance up at him, staring at him blankly. You tear the envelope open, taking out a small note that says, ‘your first clue is on a seat, one where you can put up your feet’.
“No way.” You beam, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I was worried you were going to find this childish or boring.” He laughs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Of course not.” You grin, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the living room.
You lead him over to the recliner that he uses every day, rounding it and picking up the next note. It reads, ‘well done, you’re doing really good, your next clue is somewhere with a pile of wood’. For a second, you stare down at the piece of paper as if it’s going to give you the answer.
“The most unobvious clue ever.” You say with an amused laugh, shaking your head.
“It’s not that hard.” He mumbles.
“It is if I can’t work out what this means.” You roll your eyes, pulling a laugh from him.
He raises his eyebrows. “Really? You can’t work out where a pile of wood could be?”
You blink up at him slowly. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” He shakes his head, following you to the fireplace.
You crouch down by the fireplace, picking up the next note that says, ‘you’re almost there, think of a place where you can find something to wear’. Your movements are quick, and you take Joe’s hand, pulling him up the stairs with you. He laughs breathlessly, trying to keep up with you.
The bedroom door bursts open with a thud, and you walk in, ready to walk over to the wardrobe until your eyes drop to a small, fluffy pet bed in front of you. Then your eyes flick around the room, landing on a small puppy that’s sniffing around the bedroom. Your hands slap over your mouth, and you stare at the puppy for a moment, not completely registering what has happened.
Before you can even think, the tears are already flowing down your cheeks, and you slowly crouch down in front of the puppy, inviting it onto your lap. It settles down on your lap, and your hand slides through its fur, letting a string of sobs leave your mouth.
“Oh my God. Hi, baby.” You say through the tears, scratching behind its ears.
Joe kneels beside you, resting his hand on your lower back. “I’m sorry that this was such a late gift.” He whispers, but you’re not even focused on what he’s saying when there’s a puppy on your lap.
After a while of being distracted by the puppy, you turn to face Joe, your vision a little blurry. “Boy or girl?” You ask.
He flashes you a warm smile. “Girl.”
“She’s so sweet.” You laugh through the tears.
“When I went to go choose a puppy, she walked right over to me. I made my decision quite quickly.” He laughs, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek,
“I’ve always wanted a puppy. I think I’ve wished for one every birthday since I could basically say words.” You whisper, brushing the back of your hand over her fur.
“You’ve hinted at wanting one. Every time you see a dog, you’ll start speaking in that sweet voice. Then you’ll point out every dog you see on our walk.” He grins, reaching over to brush his hand over the puppy’s fur.
“Can’t help myself.” You mumble.
“It’s a special birthday for you. Well, was. I know it was a few days ago, but they wouldn’t let me get her earlier, so it was a little delayed. She’s perfect for you, and she can keep you company when I’m away filming or in the studio.” He says, and you lean in to press a sweet, slow kiss to his lips.
“I love her.” You whisper. “I love you. Thank you.”
“I love you, baby.” He whispers. "Happy belated birthday.”
Even though you came home exhausted from work, you ended up completely forgetting that the day even happened. He noticed everything about you, even if you never had to say anything, he always noticed.
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Heyy, could u maybe write smth where its set in the szn 3 bathroom scene ?? And basically, instead of Robin, it reader with Steve and he admits he likes her whilst still kind of high, and they kiss and its js rlly fluffy and adorable 🥹🥹
HIGH CONFESSIONS
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
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Everything that has happened in the past few hours has felt like a blur, moments blending into one. A twist of ceilings, rushing down halls, and the buzz in your ears that you couldn’t quite figure out what it was. For hours, even voices close to you sounded distant, slow, even closing your eyes didn’t take away the dizziness. You feel completely euphoric, like you could walk into ongoing traffic without paying any mind to the danger.
Between the rush in your brain to escaping the Russians, you couldn’t remember when you ended up curled up on the bathroom floor. There was silence between you and Steve for a while, which was weird because moments before, you were chatting each other’s ears off. You had been hunched over the toilet, gasping as you pressed the heel of your hands into your eyes, trying to relieve the pressure in your head.
You shuffle on the floor, pushing yourself up into a sitting position to lean your back against the wall, letting your head flop backwards. “It hurts to think. I feel like my brain has been crushed.” You say, more to test how your words came out.
He huffs out a breathless laugh. “That’s how I felt when you were explaining that movie to me.” He pauses. “I still don’t get it.”
You shake your head, rubbing your fingers against your temples. “It wasn’t that hard to understand. I think I was pretty clear with my words.” You groan.
“I’ve got whatever drugs they gave me in my system, have some sympathy.” He murmurs, shuffling to lean against the toilet.
With everything lapping over each other, what happened with you and Steve with the Russians was pushed to the back of your mind, and you hadn’t put much thought into it at all. The buzz in your body had you feeling more alive then ever, and you were grasping onto that.
You hum. “Okay. Ask me questions then. I’ll do the thinking.”
“Like what?” He asks.
“I said you ask me the questions, not you ask me a question.” You grin, brushing your hands over your knees.
Without needing to look at him, you can tell he’s rolling his eyes, and the thought alone makes you laugh.
“Okay. Uh. Would you rather have hands for feet or feet for hands?” He asks with a chuckle, sliding his hand through his tangled hair.
An amused laugh leaves your lips, and you almost want to question him, but that would defeat the purpose. “Wouldn’t the correct answer be hands for feet? That just makes more sense.”
“You tell me.” He mumbles.
“Well, if you had feet for hands, you wouldn’t be able to function like a human being. You wouldn’t be able to feed yourself or hold a pen.” You say, blinking at the wall of the stall in front of you.
“How would you walk with hands for feet?” He asks, pausing for a moment. “Walking on your feet is easier.”
“I mean, you could crawl?” You say, but you don’t sound sure yourself.
“That’s not normal though.” He laughs.
You drag your hand down your face. “Nothing about your question was normal.”
He goes quiet for a moment, tapping his hands against his thighs. “You’re not wrong. What if the floor was hot though?”
“I guess you’d just have to wear gloves, or just not move at all, that’s easier.” You trail off. “Ask me something else.”
“When was the last time you lied to someone?” He asks.
You laugh, exhaling. “Like, yesterday.”
He sits up straight, snorting. “What, why?”
“A customer asked me if we had any millionaire shortbreads left, but it was the last one left, so I told him no. He walked away disappointed and had no idea that I ate it after we closed for the day.” You grin, the laughs flowing from your mouth.
“Oh my God. That’s cruel.” He laughs.
“What? It looked good.” You breathed.
“I can’t blame you, really. I do that all the time.” He smiles, tilting his head back against the checkered wall, letting his eyes flutter shut.
The room is filled with your laughter for a while, mostly because once he started laughing, it set you off too. It dies down after a few moments, and you sigh, looking up at the ceiling as you think.
“Okay. My turn to ask you a question.” You say, and you can hear Steve shifting in the other stall.
“As long as you’re not going to make me think too much into it.” He groans.
You hum, going silent for a moment. There are so many questions that you’ve been trying to push yourself to ask Steve, but you never had the courage to ask. With the high you were still feeling, it felt like the only chance to blurt something out.
“Have you ever been in love?” You ask breathlessly.
He sighs loudly, and you almost want to take it back, assuming that you hit a rough spot.
“Nancy Wheeler.” He says, and he almost sounds defeated.
“God. Wasn’t expecting that one.” You pause, looking down at your hands, a slight bruise appearing. “Rough one, hm?”
“Yeah, pretty rough.” He murmurs.
“Do you still love her?” You ask.
He’s quick to answer. “No.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Shocker. You sounded a little unimpressed. Why not?” You ask.
“I spent a while thinking over it, y’know. I was so blinded by her, that I didn’t realise I had everything right in front of me.” He laughs, shaking his head.
“What are you saying?” You ask.
“I mean, this girl is just something.” He says breathlessly. “She’s not what I expected, but I think that’s what I like the most. When I first saw her, she was nothing like what I thought she’d be. So, when we started talking to each other, I was shocked. She’s everything that I never knew I needed.” He admits.
You go silent and listen to him ramble on, pinching the bridge of your nose as you try puzzle together what he’s saying.
“She’s nothing like me or my friends, in fact she’s even better. I like that about her. She’s got all these goals for life, and she’s sweet, and she has this sarcastic attitude to herself, but I love it.” He grins. “I didn’t think I’d get so close to her. She seems like the type of person to hate me, and I wouldn’t even question her about that. I mean, we just escaped Russians together. Couldn’t be more insane than that.”
He trails off, staring down at the floor. You scoot your knees up against your chest, resting your chin on your knee, letting out a shaky exhale. After the silence had gone on for too long, he knocks on the stall wall, calling your name.
“Hey, you still with me? Don’t tell me you’ve passed out.” He groans.
You sigh. “I’m more awake than ever, don’t worry.”
The next thing you see is Steve’s scuffed trainers coming under the stall, and he slips into yours, sitting opposite to you with that stupid grin of his. You laugh and shake your head, flopping your head to the side, looking at him after what has felt like hours. It’s been a while since you’ve looked at him and not have your vision blur on you, he looks more himself than ever.
“The girl sounds nice.” You whisper.
“She’s definitely sweet.” He grins.
You hum, slowly blinking at him. “So, escaping Russians together, hm? I’m jealous, what a lucky girl she is.”
He breathes out slowly, slipping his hand through his hair. “Think you should be saying that I’m the lucky one.” He pauses, leaning in closer to you, closing up the space between you. “What do you think of this guy then?”
A warm smile twitches at the corner of your mouth. “Well, he’s an idiot for starters.” You laugh, and he just nods along, not disagreeing with you. “He talks a lot and probably has no idea what he’s saying half of the time. His lips move before his brain does, but he’s really funny, and I think that he can be really sweet.” You pause. “Sometimes.”
“He sounds like a great guy.” He nods.
You gently swat his arm, though there’s no anger in your tone or your gestures. “Don’t let this boost your ego. I think there’s one thing about him though that he needs to work on.” You add.
Steve raises his eyebrows, leaning closer as he listens in. “What’s that?”
“He needs to shoot his shot. Think he spends too much time pissing about.” You admit, letting your eyes flicker from his eyes down to his lips, still split and bloody.
“Maybe that’ll change.” He whispers.
“Then he should do that, starting now.” You whisper.
His hand comes to rest on the side of your face, and his thumb brushes over your cheek. He wastes no time leaning in, pressing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss, like he’s been physically holding back for months. Even through the desperation, he’s still gentle, keeping himself aware of your sounds and your movements.
Your hands slide into his hair, gripping strands between your fingers, pulling a groan from his throat. He presses himself against you, giving you no personal space. You’re pressed to the wall, panting against his mouth. For the first time you’re kissing Steve, it’s not in the best setting. The taste of his lips is metallic, and if this was anyone else, you’d be pulling away, but you couldn’t help but lean in more.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispers against your mouth.
You roll your eyes. “How romantic.”
He slowly pulls back, grinning. “Definitely not the most romantic place I’ll be kissing you, but at least we can check this one off.”
“Why, where else are you planning?” You ask with a laugh.
“Enzo’s. Once we are out of here, anyway.” He brushes his thumb over your bruised lip, a slight hint of concern washing over him.
“Trying to impress me already?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.
He grins. “Of course.”
“It’s definitely working.” You whisper, sliding your hands through his hair, your mood completely softening up.
“That’s my plan.” He mumbles, burying his head into your shoulder, letting the tension in his body relax.
It may not have been the best place to open up, especially when you’re sat on a bathroom floor together, only just aware of what you’re saying, but you didn’t know if or when this could happen again. Not long after, Dustin and Erica come barging through the door, offering you and Steve a concerned look as they glance at each other. They’re completely clueless to the conversation you had before, and they just roll their eyes.
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Living in a big city meant that stray animals were all around, sleeping in the rain, eating leftovers from people passing by, and trembling as they stood under shelters to keep warm. Whenever you walked past a dog that was thin and dirty, you paused mid-walk to pet them, and you would even go into the closest shop to find food to feed them. It never felt like enough, even by going out of your way to help them.
Your actions never went unnoticed by Joe. You’d be walking down a street together, and he would watch as your face dropped when you saw a kitten curled up, trembling and scraggy. He never questioned you when you would drag him into a shop to search for food, he just assumed that you were a big animal lover, and you had a big heart in general.
Your friendship with Joe wasn’t the type of friendship where you’d message every once in a while, or meet up occasionally, it was closer than that, physically and emotionally. Nobody ever mentioned the closeness between the two of you, from what you were aware of anyway. So, when you moved in together, it felt like the most normal thing in the world, and nobody commented on it.
The moving in process was slow, lazy, and it was clear that you and Joe had no plan. It stayed like that for weeks, unopened cardboard boxes scattered around the apartment, rooms being arranged every week, and glances at each other from across the room whenever someone came to visit.
You’d mutter a quiet ‘we’re still waiting for our furniture to be shipped’, even though the furniture was shoved in a box somewhere, waiting to be built. People were silently judging, you could tell by the way they commented on the place, but you liked how slow paced it was, and the way laughter would fill the apartment whilst you tried to build tables and drawers together.
Between your work and Joe leaving to go film or work in the studio, it never pushed you apart, it brought you closer. It meant that coming back home was filled with tight hugs, curled up together as you ranted on about coworkers, and that only made you realise how similar you were. Space between you and Joe didn’t exist in the apartment, even with how empty it was with the lack of furniture.
Neither of you minded having to sit on the hardwood floor together, watching a show on the small TV whilst you held a bowl of cereal in your hand. It held something new, unfamiliar, that you wanted to hang onto for as long as you could. He would drop beside you, already engrossed in conversation with you as you rambled on about a new café you wanted to check out, or an animal you walked by the day before.
“I saw a German Shepherd yesterday on my way to work, it looked really young.” You sigh, eating a spoonful of cornflakes. “It was trying to search through plastic bags to find food, so I bought it some treats. Poor baby was eating scraps.”
He glances to the side, his lips pressed together. “The number of strays walking about with no home is insane. I’ve been seeing the same strays everyday for months, and sometimes I’ll even come across new strays.”
“In a way, it’s really sweet that many of them are still so affectionate with strangers, even though a lot of them have been left by their owners on a street. Sometimes you’ll see them trying to follow people down the street or into shops. They’re so desperate to be loved and cared for.” You mumble, trailing off.
“I’ve seen a few dogs walk into shops to get warm.” He says, his eyes flickering over your disappointed face.
You glance around the room, then back at Joe, shifting your legs underneath yourself. “I always try to feed them and stay with them for a while if I have time.” You say with a wavering smile.
His face changes, more relaxed. “There are people who will walk by animals with no care, and then there’s you.” He grins, pausing before he continues. “You’ll see a stray and your immediate thought is to make sure that it has something to eat. It’s sweet.”
“I wish I could give them all a warm home to live in and make sure that they feel loved.” You huff, swirling around the cornflakes in the milk with your spoon.
“Once you see a group of them walking past you know there are more out there. Would be good if there was a team rescuing them or at least neutering them. They’re just going to keep multiplying, which means more strays cold and hungry.” He adds, shifting on the floor to get comfortable.
You hum, agreeing, because there was no one else bothering about to even bring this up. “For such a big city, I’m surprised there are no shelters nearby. I’d do anything to bring them home with me.”
He huffs out an amused laugh, lightening the conversation, which you were glad, because just thinking about people being so careless made it look like you were going to break on the spot. “Are you hinting to me that you’re thinking of taking one home?” He asks.
For a second, you pause, because you had never really thought about it being an option. Sure, you would feed the animals and think about giving them a home, but it was more of a guilty thought than something that was definite. You knew that it wasn’t as simple as bringing the dog home with you, there was a whole process that had to follow with it. Like taking it to the vets, paying for vaccinations and treatments, signing paperwork to check if you can take care of it.
“You know I’d love to take care of one.” You say, though it comes out softer.
“All of them, you mean.” He grins.
You shake your head with a laugh. “You’re not wrong.”
“I think any animal would be lucky to have you as an owner. You’re very selfless, I think that’s one of my favourite parts about you. Not just for animals, but everyone.” He says as he places the bowl to his lips, drinking the rest of the milk before he stands up with a grunt, walking into the kitchen.
His words stick for a while after the conversation. You weren’t sure if it was because he noticed something that you thought was small about yourself or if it was because he had a favourite apart about you, but it repeated in your head anytime you weren’t distracted. He always noticed things about yourself before you did.
Somehow, somewhere between his words and going to work, you ended up giving in, walking back to your apartment after finishing up work with a puppy in your arms, wrapped in a warm blanket. Before you walked into your work building, you saw the pup curled up, whining and shaking, and part of you hoped it was still going to be there when you left work, and you were already walking out with a blanket.
You didn’t have a plan, and neither did you speak to Joe about this. Seeing a small puppy out on its own that had no mother nearby broke you, and you swore that you would never forgive yourself if it was to be harmed. It was whining in your arms, scrawny, covered in dirt, and you gently rubbed the blanket over it, trying to warm it up. The only worry was getting it warm inside your apartment before you could worry about any other problems.
A usual 20-minute walk back home from work turned into 10 minutes, your feet running faster than your brain. You were turning corners sharpy, a quiet ‘sorry’ leaving your lips every time you almost bump into someone. Your eyes were flicking down to the puppy in your arms, then back to the sidewalk in front of you. As soon as you arrived at your apartment complex, a relieved sigh left your mouth, and you made your way up the steps.
Your hand slipped down into your back pocket, keeping the puppy warm against you with your other arm. The keys jingled as you fidgeted to slip it into the lock, and the door opened with a quiet click. You closed the door behind you, not bothering to take your shoes off, and you peeked down at the puppy, checking that it was okay.
“Joe?” You called out, stood in the hallway. “Are you here?”
“Yeah. Just in the bathroom. What’s up?” He calls out to you, and you can hear his feet padding around.
You glance down at the puppy again before speaking up. “Could you grab me some towels? No rush.”
“Alright, I’ll be a minute.” He says, the apartment going quiet again, and he didn’t question it. He was most likely assuming that it rained and you needed to dry off.
You make your way over to the sofa, settling down with the puppy on your lap, wrapped in the nearest blanket you could find at work. It’s a black and white border collie, with a small patch of brown fur just above it’s eye. The puppy has the most gorgeous blue eyes, looking so exhausted.
The next thing you hear is the bathroom door unlocking, followed by Joe’s footsteps padding down the hall. After all the worry of getting the puppy home, now your biggest worry is how Joe is going to react. He rounds the sofa with a towel folded in his hands, and as soon as he’s directly in front of you, he pauses, staring down at the puppy in your arms.
He stares blankly at you for a moment. “There’s a dog, in our apartment.” He states.
“Didn’t need your glasses for that one. I’m glad your observational skills are good.” You say with a grin twitching at the corner of your lips.
“Where has this come from?” He asks, not moving from his spot.
You gently take the towel from his hand, wrapping it around the puppy for extra warmth. “It was curled up on the street on my way to work. I tried to look around to see if its mother was nearby, but there were no other dogs around. After I finished work, it was still there, so I took it home.” You say, gently brushing your hand over its fur.
“I can’t tell where you’re going with this.” He says quietly.
“I think it deserves a home.” You say simply.
He gives you a look, one that told you what he was thinking before he said it, but he looked a little guilty. “You know we can’t keep it here.” He sighs.
“Why not? Dogs are allowed to stay in these apartments, I checked.” You say with a sweet, warm smile.
“You know that’s not what I mean.” He huffs, glancing around the room.
“Then what do you mean?” You ask, holding the puppy closer to yourself.
His lips press together, and he sits down on the sofa beside you, glancing down at the puppy. “Having a dog is a responsibility. I know that you’d take all strays home if you could, but it’s not easy like that, I know you know that.” He admits.
“I know that.” You nod.
“It makes it even harder that it’s a stray. We would need to take it to the vets and get it checked out, have it neutered, vaccinated. It’s been outside for however long, so we have no idea what it could be carrying right now.” He says, and you know that he’s right, but you’re willing to do all of that to keep the puppy.
“That’s okay. We can do that then.” You say, and he huffs, shaking his head.
“We also have jobs, important ones. I could be out filming for weeks at a time, or I could be in the studio, and you could be at work. It can’t be left on its own for long periods of time. Someone will need to walk it, feed it, be there to play.” He adds.
You sigh. “We can work around all of that.”
His face drops, looking at the defeated look that washes over you. “I know how much you want to keep it, and I really do appreciate that, but it’s a lot.”
The silence drags on, for longer than necessary, and you keep your eyes on the puppy in your arms. His hand comes down to the puppy, gently brushing the back of his hand over the fur, and the puppy’s head props up, staring up at Joe.
“We also haven’t fully finished building all the furniture.” He says, adding more onto his answer. He hasn’t said no yet, and you felt worse hearing all his reasonings. You’d probably be happier hearing a simple ‘no’.
“That’s not stopping us from having the puppy. None of this will stop us from keeping the puppy. We can work around it all, please, Joe.” You say with a slight whine in your tone.
“Who will take care of the puppy when I’m on tour, and you’re at work?” He asks.
“I will. It’s not like I spend the full day at work. I can still feed the puppy in the morning before work, and at night. I can leave work at lunch to take it outside for a walk.” You promise.
He groans, tilting his head back and running his hands down his face. “You’re making this increasingly harder to say no.” He pauses. “Who will pay for the treatments and the visits to the vets?” He asks.
“Me. I will.” You say confidently.
He huffs, giving you a look, almost like he’s giving in. “What if the puppy doesn’t want to live with us? You’ve sort of just picked it up from the street and hoped for the best.”
“Does it look like it wants to run away?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.
He hums, glancing at the puppy. “Put it down on the floor.”
“What?” You ask.
“I want to see what it does.” He says, gently folding the towel back.
You blink at him a few times before carefully lifting the puppy up, placing it down on the floor. It stands still for a few seconds before it starts to walk around, sniffing the air and the sofa. You both sit there in silence, watching as the puppy gets used to the room, and then it starts to sprint around, doing laps around the sofa, pulling a laugh from your lips.
“Well, it’s definitely a fast one.” Joe grins, resting his arm on top of the sofa.
“It looked exhausted a second ago.” You laugh, shaking your head.
The puppy continues to run around, practically bouncing off the walls, tongue hanging out its mouth. It pads its way over to you again, wagging its little tail. You lean down and gently scoop it into your arms again, settling it down on your lap.
“Well.” You start.
“Well, what?” He asks, gently scratching the puppy’s ears.
“Can we?” You ask.
“I’m finding it hard to search for a reason to say no.” He sighs.
You gently lift the puppy, making it face Joe. “Look at its little eyes. Don’t you want to give it a home?” You ask, watching as Joe’s eyes land on the puppy.
“His.” He corrects with a grin.
“Look at his little eyes.” You repeat, you and the puppy both looking at Joe now.
He sighs, his shoulders dropping, visibly giving in. “Okay. Fine, but we are getting it checked at the vets as soon as possible.”
You’re practically beaming at him, and if you didn’t have the puppy in your arms, you’d be bouncing off the walls too. “Thank you. I promise I’ll take good care of him.”
“One condition though.” He says, raising his eyebrows at you.
“Yes?” You say, nodding at him.
“His name is Zoomer. No questions.” He says, gently brushing his hand over Zoomer.
You nod quickly. “I like that. It suits him.”
“He also needs a bath. He smells awful.” Joe laughs.
“On it.” You say, wrapping the towel back around Zoomer, standing up and carrying him to the bathroom.
Once you reach the bathroom, you settle Zoomer down on the floor, letting him walk around and sniff about the room. You turn the tap on in the bath, running your hand under the water to make sure that it’s not too hot. Joe walks into the bathroom, standing in the doorway.
“I’m not going to make you pay for the vet bills, by the way.” He says, sweeter, warmer.
“You’re not?” You ask, turning the tap off.
He laughs and shakes his head. “Of course I’m not. I’m not cruel. I’ll help pay bills off with you. I called the vets a few minutes ago, and they’re going to take Zoomer in to do some check-ups and vaccinations. Also got in contact with the council so that we can sign some paperwork.”
A warm smile twitches at your lips. “Thank you, Joe.”
“We have Zoomer’s vet check-up on Sunday, don’t forget. I should be receiving an email from the council at some point.” He grins, folding his arms over his chest.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” You laugh.
“We can go out tomorrow and get food, a bed, water bowl, food bowl, you know, all the essentials for a dog.” He pauses. “If you’d like to join.”
“This is our puppy, of course I’d love to join.” You say, gently picking up Zoomer and slowly placing his feet in the water. It’s only shallow, just enough to wash him. He kicks his leg up for a second before placing them down.
“I didn’t think I would be agreeing to a puppy any time soon.” He says, watching as you cup the water, splashing it over Zoomer’s fur.
“He’s adorable. I love him.” You whisper.
“He’s going to really appreciate you.” He whispers, glancing at you.
It took a while to get to Joe, and you were prepared for the worst, but he gave in eventually. Whether it was because you were convincing or if it was Zoomer’s puppy eyes, he seems entertained already. Even though you knew you were going to have to work around things to keep Zoomer, you were going to do everything to make sure you kept your promise to Joe.
They’re going to be best friends.
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Becoming a parent to a puppy was something, but parenting a puppy with your best friend, Joe, was a thought that never crossed your mind until you saw the puppy all alone on the streets. It created something with growing intensity between you that pulled you together.
Or pushed you away, that too.
Chapter 1 - Puppy love
Chapter 2 - First-time parenting coming soon...
Chapter 3 - To love coming soon...
Chapter 4 - Feminine intuition coming soon...
Chapter 5 - I just go mess it up coming soon...
Chapter 6 - But I fell in love coming soon...
I'm sending you all virtual kisses right now. 1000 of you. Absolutely insane. I love you all so much!!!! mwahmwah. Thank you for letting me share my ideas. To give back to all of you, I'm feeding you with a series that was inspired by a request that I received, but it was a perfect opportunity for me to make it more than just a oneshot!! kisses kisses!! 💋 I'm so excited to share this omg
NIA'S NOTES: First chapter is hereee 🥹 I'm very excited to take this deeper. After my exam, the series updates should be more consistent. We start off with fluff... for now... Enjoy my lovelies!! 🐾💕
Living in a big city meant that stray animals were all around, sleeping in the rain, eating leftovers from people passing by, and trembling as they stood under shelters to keep warm. Whenever you walked past a dog that was thin and dirty, you paused mid-walk to pet them, and you would even go into the closest shop to find food to feed them. It never felt like enough, even by going out of your way to help them.
Your actions never went unnoticed by Joe. You’d be walking down a street together, and he would watch as your face dropped when you saw a kitten curled up, trembling and scraggy. He never questioned you when you would drag him into a shop to search for food, he just assumed that you were a big animal lover, and you had a big heart in general.
Your friendship with Joe wasn’t the type of friendship where you’d message every once in a while, or meet up occasionally, it was closer than that, physically and emotionally. Nobody ever mentioned the closeness between the two of you, from what you were aware of anyway. So, when you moved in together, it felt like the most normal thing in the world, and nobody commented on it.
The moving in process was slow, lazy, and it was clear that you and Joe had no plan. It stayed like that for weeks, unopened cardboard boxes scattered around the apartment, rooms being arranged every week, and glances at each other from across the room whenever someone came to visit.
You’d mutter a quiet ‘we’re still waiting for our furniture to be shipped’, even though the furniture was shoved in a box somewhere, waiting to be built. People were silently judging, you could tell by the way they commented on the place, but you liked how slow paced it was, and the way laughter would fill the apartment whilst you tried to build tables and drawers together.
Between your work and Joe leaving to go film or work in the studio, it never pushed you apart, it brought you closer. It meant that coming back home was filled with tight hugs, curled up together as you ranted on about coworkers, and that only made you realise how similar you were. Space between you and Joe didn’t exist in the apartment, even with how empty it was with the lack of furniture.
Neither of you minded having to sit on the hardwood floor together, watching a show on the small TV whilst you held a bowl of cereal in your hand. It held something new, unfamiliar, that you wanted to hang onto for as long as you could. He would drop beside you, already engrossed in conversation with you as you rambled on about a new café you wanted to check out, or an animal you walked by the day before.
“I saw a German Shepherd yesterday on my way to work, it looked really young.” You sigh, eating a spoonful of cornflakes. “It was trying to search through plastic bags to find food, so I bought it some treats. Poor baby was eating scraps.”
He glances to the side, his lips pressed together. “The number of strays walking about with no home is insane. I’ve been seeing the same strays everyday for months, and sometimes I’ll even come across new strays.”
“In a way, it’s really sweet that many of them are still so affectionate with strangers, even though a lot of them have been left by their owners on a street. Sometimes you’ll see them trying to follow people down the street or into shops. They’re so desperate to be loved and cared for.” You mumble, trailing off.
“I’ve seen a few dogs walk into shops to get warm.” He says, his eyes flickering over your disappointed face.
You glance around the room, then back at Joe, shifting your legs underneath yourself. “I always try to feed them and stay with them for a while if I have time.” You say with a wavering smile.
His face changes, more relaxed. “There are people who will walk by animals with no care, and then there’s you.” He grins, pausing before he continues. “You’ll see a stray and your immediate thought is to make sure that it has something to eat. It’s sweet.”
“I wish I could give them all a warm home to live in and make sure that they feel loved.” You huff, swirling around the cornflakes in the milk with your spoon.
“Once you see a group of them walking past you know there are more out there. Would be good if there was a team rescuing them or at least neutering them. They’re just going to keep multiplying, which means more strays cold and hungry.” He adds, shifting on the floor to get comfortable.
You hum, agreeing, because there was no one else bothering about to even bring this up. “For such a big city, I’m surprised there are no shelters nearby. I’d do anything to bring them home with me.”
He huffs out an amused laugh, lightening the conversation, which you were glad, because just thinking about people being so careless made it look like you were going to break on the spot. “Are you hinting to me that you’re thinking of taking one home?” He asks.
For a second, you pause, because you had never really thought about it being an option. Sure, you would feed the animals and think about giving them a home, but it was more of a guilty thought than something that was definite. You knew that it wasn’t as simple as bringing the dog home with you, there was a whole process that had to follow with it. Like taking it to the vets, paying for vaccinations and treatments, signing paperwork to check if you can take care of it.
“You know I’d love to take care of one.” You say, though it comes out softer.
“All of them, you mean.” He grins.
You shake your head with a laugh. “You’re not wrong.”
“I think any animal would be lucky to have you as an owner. You’re very selfless, I think that’s one of my favourite parts about you. Not just for animals, but everyone.” He says as he places the bowl to his lips, drinking the rest of the milk before he stands up with a grunt, walking into the kitchen.
His words stick for a while after the conversation. You weren’t sure if it was because he noticed something that you thought was small about yourself or if it was because he had a favourite apart about you, but it repeated in your head anytime you weren’t distracted. He always noticed things about yourself before you did.
Somehow, somewhere between his words and going to work, you ended up giving in, walking back to your apartment after finishing up work with a puppy in your arms, wrapped in a warm blanket. Before you walked into your work building, you saw the pup curled up, whining and shaking, and part of you hoped it was still going to be there when you left work, and you were already walking out with a blanket.
You didn’t have a plan, and neither did you speak to Joe about this. Seeing a small puppy out on its own that had no mother nearby broke you, and you swore that you would never forgive yourself if it was to be harmed. It was whining in your arms, scrawny, covered in dirt, and you gently rubbed the blanket over it, trying to warm it up. The only worry was getting it warm inside your apartment before you could worry about any other problems.
A usual 20-minute walk back home from work turned into 10 minutes, your feet running faster than your brain. You were turning corners sharpy, a quiet ‘sorry’ leaving your lips every time you almost bump into someone. Your eyes were flicking down to the puppy in your arms, then back to the sidewalk in front of you. As soon as you arrived at your apartment complex, a relieved sigh left your mouth, and you made your way up the steps.
Your hand slipped down into your back pocket, keeping the puppy warm against you with your other arm. The keys jingled as you fidgeted to slip it into the lock, and the door opened with a quiet click. You closed the door behind you, not bothering to take your shoes off, and you peeked down at the puppy, checking that it was okay.
“Joe?” You called out, stood in the hallway. “Are you here?”
“Yeah. Just in the bathroom. What’s up?” He calls out to you, and you can hear his feet padding around.
You glance down at the puppy again before speaking up. “Could you grab me some towels? No rush.”
“Alright, I’ll be a minute.” He says, the apartment going quiet again, and he didn’t question it. He was most likely assuming that it rained and you needed to dry off.
You make your way over to the sofa, settling down with the puppy on your lap, wrapped in the nearest blanket you could find at work. It’s a black and white border collie, with a small patch of brown fur just above it’s eye. The puppy has the most gorgeous blue eyes, looking so exhausted.
The next thing you hear is the bathroom door unlocking, followed by Joe’s footsteps padding down the hall. After all the worry of getting the puppy home, now your biggest worry is how Joe is going to react. He rounds the sofa with a towel folded in his hands, and as soon as he’s directly in front of you, he pauses, staring down at the puppy in your arms.
He stares blankly at you for a moment. “There’s a dog, in our apartment.” He states.
“Didn’t need your glasses for that one. I’m glad your observational skills are good.” You say with a grin twitching at the corner of your lips.
“Where has this come from?” He asks, not moving from his spot.
You gently take the towel from his hand, wrapping it around the puppy for extra warmth. “It was curled up on the street on my way to work. I tried to look around to see if its mother was nearby, but there were no other dogs around. After I finished work, it was still there, so I took it home.” You say, gently brushing your hand over its fur.
“I can’t tell where you’re going with this.” He says quietly.
“I think it deserves a home.” You say simply.
He gives you a look, one that told you what he was thinking before he said it, but he looked a little guilty. “You know we can’t keep it here.” He sighs.
“Why not? Dogs are allowed to stay in these apartments, I checked.” You say with a sweet, warm smile.
“You know that’s not what I mean.” He huffs, glancing around the room.
“Then what do you mean?” You ask, holding the puppy closer to yourself.
His lips press together, and he sits down on the sofa beside you, glancing down at the puppy. “Having a dog is a responsibility. I know that you’d take all strays home if you could, but it’s not easy like that, I know you know that.” He admits.
“I know that.” You nod.
“It makes it even harder that it’s a stray. We would need to take it to the vets and get it checked out, have it neutered, vaccinated. It’s been outside for however long, so we have no idea what it could be carrying right now.” He says, and you know that he’s right, but you’re willing to do all of that to keep the puppy.
“That’s okay. We can do that then.” You say, and he huffs, shaking his head.
“We also have jobs, important ones. I could be out filming for weeks at a time, or I could be in the studio, and you could be at work. It can’t be left on its own for long periods of time. Someone will need to walk it, feed it, be there to play.” He adds.
You sigh. “We can work around all of that.”
His face drops, looking at the defeated look that washes over you. “I know how much you want to keep it, and I really do appreciate that, but it’s a lot.”
The silence drags on, for longer than necessary, and you keep your eyes on the puppy in your arms. His hand comes down to the puppy, gently brushing the back of his hand over the fur, and the puppy’s head props up, staring up at Joe.
“We also haven’t fully finished building all the furniture.” He says, adding more onto his answer. He hasn’t said no yet, and you felt worse hearing all his reasonings. You’d probably be happier hearing a simple ‘no’.
“That’s not stopping us from having the puppy. None of this will stop us from keeping the puppy. We can work around it all, please, Joe.” You say with a slight whine in your tone.
“Who will take care of the puppy when I’m on tour, and you’re at work?” He asks.
“I will. It’s not like I spend the full day at work. I can still feed the puppy in the morning before work, and at night. I can leave work at lunch to take it outside for a walk.” You promise.
He groans, tilting his head back and running his hands down his face. “You’re making this increasingly harder to say no.” He pauses. “Who will pay for the treatments and the visits to the vets?” He asks.
“Me. I will.” You say confidently.
He huffs, giving you a look, almost like he’s giving in. “What if the puppy doesn’t want to live with us? You’ve sort of just picked it up from the street and hoped for the best.”
“Does it look like it wants to run away?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.
He hums, glancing at the puppy. “Put it down on the floor.”
“What?” You ask.
“I want to see what it does.” He says, gently folding the towel back.
You blink at him a few times before carefully lifting the puppy up, placing it down on the floor. It stands still for a few seconds before it starts to walk around, sniffing the air and the sofa. You both sit there in silence, watching as the puppy gets used to the room, and then it starts to sprint around, doing laps around the sofa, pulling a laugh from your lips.
“Well, it’s definitely a fast one.” Joe grins, resting his arm on top of the sofa.
“It looked exhausted a second ago.” You laugh, shaking your head.
The puppy continues to run around, practically bouncing off the walls, tongue hanging out its mouth. It pads its way over to you again, wagging its little tail. You lean down and gently scoop it into your arms again, settling it down on your lap.
“Well.” You start.
“Well, what?” He asks, gently scratching the puppy’s ears.
“Can we?” You ask.
“I’m finding it hard to search for a reason to say no.” He sighs.
You gently lift the puppy, making it face Joe. “Look at its little eyes. Don’t you want to give it a home?” You ask, watching as Joe’s eyes land on the puppy.
“His.” He corrects with a grin.
“Look at his little eyes.” You repeat, you and the puppy both looking at Joe now.
He sighs, his shoulders dropping, visibly giving in. “Okay. Fine, but we are getting it checked at the vets as soon as possible.”
You’re practically beaming at him, and if you didn’t have the puppy in your arms, you’d be bouncing off the walls too. “Thank you. I promise I’ll take good care of him.”
“One condition though.” He says, raising his eyebrows at you.
“Yes?” You say, nodding at him.
“His name is Zoomer. No questions.” He says, gently brushing his hand over Zoomer.
You nod quickly. “I like that. It suits him.”
“He also needs a bath. He smells awful.” Joe laughs.
“On it.” You say, wrapping the towel back around Zoomer, standing up and carrying him to the bathroom.
Once you reach the bathroom, you settle Zoomer down on the floor, letting him walk around and sniff about the room. You turn the tap on in the bath, running your hand under the water to make sure that it’s not too hot. Joe walks into the bathroom, standing in the doorway.
“I’m not going to make you pay for the vet bills, by the way.” He says, sweeter, warmer.
“You’re not?” You ask, turning the tap off.
He laughs and shakes his head. “Of course I’m not. I’m not cruel. I’ll help pay bills off with you. I called the vets a few minutes ago, and they’re going to take Zoomer in to do some check-ups and vaccinations. Also got in contact with the council so that we can sign some paperwork.”
A warm smile twitches at your lips. “Thank you, Joe.”
“We have Zoomer’s vet check-up on Sunday, don’t forget. I should be receiving an email from the council at some point.” He grins, folding his arms over his chest.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” You laugh.
“We can go out tomorrow and get food, a bed, water bowl, food bowl, you know, all the essentials for a dog.” He pauses. “If you’d like to join.”
“This is our puppy, of course I’d love to join.” You say, gently picking up Zoomer and slowly placing his feet in the water. It’s only shallow, just enough to wash him. He kicks his leg up for a second before placing them down.
“I didn’t think I would be agreeing to a puppy any time soon.” He says, watching as you cup the water, splashing it over Zoomer’s fur.
“He’s adorable. I love him.” You whisper.
“He’s going to really appreciate you.” He whispers, glancing at you.
It took a while to get to Joe, and you were prepared for the worst, but he gave in eventually. Whether it was because you were convincing or if it was Zoomer’s puppy eyes, he seems entertained already. Even though you knew you were going to have to work around things to keep Zoomer, you were going to do everything to make sure you kept your promise to Joe.
They’re going to be best friends.
Thank you for reading!! 💕 Liking and reblogging is very much appreciated!! 💕💕 I created a pinterest board to match the vibe of this series eeeek! Let me know what you all think 🥹 This is just the starting point to set the plot, I do promise it'll get interesting. mwah!!
I was wondering if you are able to write a fic where Joe is touring and reader hasn’t been able to tag along, but she cleared her schedule to show up to his show without him knowing, and reader sets up a fan project to surprise him because she knew it was his biggest show. After the show he finds out it was reader that set up the fan project (fluff) ?!
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Joe Keery x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 1.6K
NIA'S NOTES: Thank you for this request! I'm yet to experience a fan project that actually goes well 😓 Enjoy my lovelies!! 💕
Usually, you’d be on the road with Joe, going to different locations for his tour, standing at the side of the stage with a cup in your hand. Now you’re stuck in your town, rushing around your work building, trying to get multiple tasks done at once. You were used to coming home to see Joe after an exhausting day that dragged on for longer than you wished, but you walked in to be reminded that he was miles away from you.
The thing that you hated the most about not being able to come along with Joe was that he was performing at some of his biggest shows, and you weren’t going to be there to support him. You knew how special these shows were to him, because what he loved the most was being seen for who he is on stage, and not any roles that he acted as.
You spent hours late at night, trying to work out how you were going to clear up your schedule to surprise Joe. The one thing that you didn’t want to do was feel guilty that you couldn’t make it to him for at least one show. After hours of shifting different plans to other days, you managed to free up a day to come see him. It was his biggest show, and you weren’t going to let your trip go to waste, so you got into contact with the venue.
Every day you got into contact with the venue, planning how you were going to make it happen, taking phone calls to discuss the options. It surprisingly worked out, when at the start, you were unsure if they were going to agree or even respond back to you. You had planned for everyone on entry to receive different coloured stickers to place over their torch to make the venue light up.
Even though you and Joe were miles apart from each other, he still made time to call you during the day, updating you on how the tours going, telling you about the food he’s been trying out, and sharing photos with you. The phone call you had with him last night was different, not in a way that he would notice, but because you knew you’d be surprising to see him the next day.
His phone was propped up on his dressing table as he straightened a crease on his top, rambling to you about the walks he’s been on whilst touring. “We went walking yesterday, and we climbed up this gorgeous mountain. The views here are insane, I wish you were here to see the views with me.” He says, looking at the camera with a disappointed look.
“I’d do anything to be there with you.” You sigh, and you almost let the smile twitch at your lips, because you knew you’d be with him tomorrow, but you held back for the sake of surprising him. “How you have time to climb a mountain and tour is crazy to me.” You laugh.
“Gives us something to do instead of sitting around and waiting for our next show.” He grins, fixing his tie.
You hum. Simply watching him get ready was a sight you were grateful you lived to see. “That reminds me, you’ve got your biggest show tomorrow.”
“I still haven’t wrapped my head around it yet. I can’t believe thousands of people will be in front of me, there for me.” He laughs breathlessly, shaking his head.
“I’m endlessly proud of you. Can’t believe you were doing the smallest venues a few years ago, and now you’re at your biggest. Along with that, you’ve done festivals with thousands of people.” You say with a sweet smile.
“I’ve missed you so much. I’m counting down the days that I get to see you again.” He sighs.
“Soon, baby.” You promise, which you weren’t wrong at all. It was sooner than he thought.
He looks over at the clock behind him, and you can hear the noise around him through the phone. “I’d love to keep talking, but I need to be on stage soon.” He huffs.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll do great tonight. We can talk in the morning. I love you.” You say, practically beaming.
He grins at you, pulling his phone closer to himself. “I love you.” He whispers before ending the call.
The room fell silent, and you placed your phone back down on the bedside table, unable to sleep through the buzz you were feeling inside. Time felt like it was dragging, way too slowly, and you woke up every few hours, checking to see how long away it was until you needed to set off.
Your movements were frantic when your alarm went off in the morning, rushing around the house to get ready, eating breakfast before you left the house. The journey to the venue was going just as slow, but even through the long distance to get there, it was going to be worth it to see his reaction, and him. After hours of getting stuck at traffic lights last second and getting stuck in traffic, you parked outside of the venue and made your way inside.
People were already arriving early, some sitting in queues outside in the warmth, and some already stood at barricade, which you couldn’t blame them. You made your way into the back of the venue, already met with the sound of speakers rolling down the floor, and equipment being transported back and forth. For the sake of not ruining the surprise, you stayed away from the dressing rooms, settling yourself down near the backstage crew.
Once the crew started moving around again, directing people around, the main lights went out, and the stage lights went up. The screams from the crowd were something that you had missed for months, and you stood up, making your way to the side curtains. You peeked through a gap in the curtain, looking out at all the people in the crowd, and you couldn’t feel prouder of Joe.
He walked onto the stage, and the stage was practically alive, electric. Seeing him being himself on stage, running around, jumping about, was something you had no idea you missed. The songs pass by smoothly, and he prepares for his next song, only to blink up to see the whole venue lit up rainbow lights, and he pauses, mouth open. After a moment, he turns to look at his band, laughing breathlessly and shaking his head.
Once the song ends, he walks up to the microphone, his voice sweet. “Whoa. Thank you so much. That was amazing.”
You stand at the side, sipping your drink, watching the rest of his show. He blows the crowd kisses before running off the stage, and his eyes land on you. He pauses mid-step, pulling a laugh from you. The crew start to pass by, removing the instruments from the stage, transporting them down the halls.
“Hey, baby.” You whisper.
He makes a beeline for you, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “No way.”
“Yes way.” You mumble against his chest.
“How long have you been keeping this a secret from me for?” He laughs, slipping his hands through your hair.
You hum. “A few weeks. I cleared up my schedule so I could make it to a show. I wasn’t going to let you go on tour without seeing me once.”
“This is exactly what I needed.” He mumbles, pressing his lips to the top of your head.
“You’ve just completed your biggest show, baby.” You beam, lifting your head from his chest.
“It was absolutely insane. Did you see all those lights too? I’ve never had that before. It was so special.” He grins, completely clueless.
“Seeing as though I asked for those lights, of course I saw them.” You say, brushing your thumb over his cheek.
He stares at you blankly for a moment, like the more time goes on, the more surprised he gets. “How did you even plan this?” He asks.
“I got into contact with the venue a few weeks ago, just after I cleared my schedule, and I asked them if they were open to an idea. Surprisingly enough, they agreed to it and followed with my ideas. We went few a few phone calls to talk about the plans and putting it together. I had a lot of help from the crew.” You reply, and he shakes his head in disbelief.
“You’re so insane, baby.” He laughs, leaning down to press his forehead to yours.
“Wanted to make today special for you. I’m really glad the plan went smoothly, it looked gorgeous.” You whisper.
“How long are you staying for?” He asks with those big, brown puppy eyes.
“For the night. I’d love to stay for longer, but clearing up my schedule was hard. I’ve got a lot of work to get back to tomorrow.” You huff.
His hand slips down to your side, gently rubbing back and forth. “I appreciate you even travelling here to come see me. More than enough for me. Thank you so much, baby.” He reassures you.
“I love you. I’m so proud of you.” You whisper.
“I love you so much. You have no idea.” He grins.
He stays close by you all night, pulling you along to celebrate with the band. His hand stays on your side, not letting his hand slip from you once. The thought of having to go back home whilst he carried on with tour physically pained you, but you pushed that to the side, because you were right where you needed to be.
Thank you for reading!! 💕 Liking and reblogging is very much appreciated!! 💕 I'm writing chapter 1 for my series, I apologise that this is quite a short one, but I needed to get something out today!!
hey girl!! so i struggle w some nasty scoliosis and hyperlordosis and it hurt like hell, especially when i hold babies or children. the idea of going through a pregnancy and having to take care of the kid is super scary to me.
i was thinking maybe joe taking care of his pregnant wife who struggles w the same thing, helping her through the pain of being pregnant, giving birth, etc. whatever you think is best!!!!
ty sm loooove ur work 🫶🫶🫶
NOT EASY
Joe Keery x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 1.5K
NIA'S NOTES: Thank you for this request! Sending my love to you. I actually started writing for this a few weeks ago, but I finished it off today. Enjoy my lovelies!! 💕
Nobody warned you about the pain you were going to endure whilst you were going through your pregnancy. You knew that the pain came along with the pregnancy, like the pelvic pain kicking in when you were trying to get to sleep, the migraines, and the nausea that got worse anytime you thought about it too hard. With the discomfort and pains that you already have to deal with every day, the back pains were even worse now that you were carrying your baby.
Even though you weren’t able to completely remove the pains, Joe was always there to listen to how you felt, he guided you through the pains with his gentle words and actions, and he went out of his way to buy things to relieve the pain. He felt guilty knowing that he could never fully help you, and sometimes you wouldn’t get any relief at all, and he felt completely helpless.
You’d always notice when he felt guilty, through his frustrated huffs and the way he looked at you when you were sobbing in his arms, trying to get even the slightest bit of comfort. You’ve told him countless times that everything he was doing for you was more than enough for you, but he never felt like that. He never sat around and watched you struggle. He would help you slowly breathe through it, even if it didn’t provide you with any relief.
You’re walking around the kitchen, spraying the counters down and unloading the dishwasher whilst Joe is out shopping. He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek when you woke up this morning, mumbling against your skin how he’ll do the tidying once he gets home from shopping, but he’s already done enough for you, so you thought you’d help him out. You knew that once he gets back home, he’ll go on a ramble about how you didn’t need to, but that was pushed to the back of your mind.
A pain strikes up your lower back, and a sudden breath catches in your throat, gripping onto the edge of the counter. You stand still for a moment, hunched over the counter as you practice taking deep breaths in and out like Joe had told you to do, but the pain was progressively worsening, the tightness in your lower back getting more persistent. Your legs start to feel numb, and you lean your hip against the counter, placing your hand on your lower back.
After a few minutes, you hear the jingle of the keys before the front door unlocks, and you listen to Joe’s boots tap against the floor. He walks into the kitchen with his hands filled with bags, and he pauses in the middle of the room when he looks at you. He quickly settles the bags down on the kitchen island and rounds it, coming over to you and slipping his hand to rest on your cheek.
“Baby, baby, why aren’t you in bed?” He says breathlessly, watching as your shoulders raise up and down with each heavy breath.
A quiet whine leaves you, and you squeeze your eyes shut. “I wanted to help you out. You went out to do the shopping, so I wanted to clean the kitchen.”
“You don’t need to do anything for me, baby. I don’t expect you to do anything other than resting and taking care of yourself.” He sighs, brushing his thumb over your temple.
“I feel completely useless if I don’t do anything.” You huff, leaning further against the counter to support yourself. “You shouldn’t have to do everything yourself.”
His eyes flick over you, and his eyebrows furrow. “You’re carrying a baby in there, as well as also going through the usual pregnancy pains and adding onto that, the pains you get from the scoliosis. I know how hard you’ve been finding this, and it’s been weighing down on you, so I don’t expect you to do anything for me.”
You let the silence follow on for a few moments, and he slips his hand down to your lower back, gently rubbing up and down.
“I don’t want to let it stop me from doing normal people stuff.” You sigh.
“Normal people stuff can wait.” He whispers, pausing for a moment before he speaks again. “How about we go have a warm shower, and then you can get back into bed.” He suggests, slipping his hand up into your hair.
“Okay.” You say quietly, defeated.
“I can make you some loaded nachos too.” He grins, causing your head to perk up.
“Yes please.” You say with a sweet smile.
He slips his arm around your back to support you and carefully leads you to the bathroom. Another sharp pain hits your lower back, and he glances at you with that sweet, concerned look that never fails to make you feel seen, heard. His eyes stay on you, watching every time you wince and suck a breath in.
Once you’re in the bathroom, he turns the shower on and slowly helps you out of your clothes, keeping his eyes on your face to check that you’re okay. He removes his own clothes before hovering his hand under the water, making sure that the temperature is okay. He steps into the shower, holding his hand out for you to help you step in.
He reaches over to grab the shampoo from the rack, squeezing it into his hands, gently massaging it into your hair, taking his time to be careful. Your eyes slowly blink closed, and you exhale, completely giving into his warm touch and the warmth of the water. He helps you to rinse out the shampoo, gliding his hands through your hair. He takes the conditioner bottle and applies it to your ends.
“How are you feeling now, baby?” He asks, waiting a moment before washing the conditioner out of your hair.
“Relaxed.” You mumble.
A small grin twitches at his lips. “I’m glad. The back pain still there?” He asks.
“Yeah. Still there.” You say, peeking your eyes open to look at him.
“We’ll get you comfy in bed.” He whispers, reaching behind you to turn the shower off.
He steps out the shower first, picking up a towel to wrap around his waist, then guiding you to step out, bringing a towel to wrap around your body. His hands are gentle on you as he dries you off. He brings you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, settling you down on the edge of the bed.
He takes a fluffy pair of pyjamas from the drawers and walks over to you. Then he slips the shorts up your legs, pulling them up, and then he slips the top over your head, laughing when you get your head stuck. Before he helps you into bed, he quickly slips a pair of joggers on, then he folds the sheets over, guiding you to slip in. He joins in next to you, and grabs a pillow, sliding it under your back to support you.
Silence follows for a while, and all you can focus on it the sound of your own breaths, steadier than before. It’s the comfortable kind of silence where neither of you need to say anything, he knows that you just need him.
“Sometimes I worry that I’ll pass this down to her.” You mumble.
He looks at you with the biggest, worried eyes, and his hand rests on your jawline. “I know that you’re worried, but there’s no point stressing it now if it hasn’t happened.” He reassures.
“There’s always a chance, and I hate that.” You sigh.
“I know, baby. I understand.” He whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“I don’t want her to experience what I have to experience. I feel guilty knowing that I could pass this down to her. It ruins me, physically and mentally every day.” Your voice cracks.
“You’re a brave mama, baby. I’m sure that either way, she will look up to you and tell everyone how strong you are, pushing through things even when it’s hard. If I’m proud of you, she will be proud too.” He says with a warm smile.
A teary laugh leaves your mouth, and you slowly shake your head. “I’m going to be in a puddle in a moment. I love you, Joe. Seriously, you do so much for me.”
He grins, pressing another kiss to your lips this time. “I couldn’t imagine sitting there doing nothing. You always try push yourself, even when you’re in pain. You’re one of the bravest women that I know. I love you.” He whispers.
“I wouldn’t be able to get through this without you.” You whisper back.
“I’ll drop anything and everything for you.” He mumbles, resting his head on your shoulder.
“Does that mean you can make me my loaded nachos?” You ask with a laugh.
“Give me five minutes, baby. Just want to lay here with you for a little while.” He mumbles.
For the rest of the day, he keeps close to you, checking on you and bringing you supplies to help you to get comfortable. He brings you loaded nachos, with cheese, salsa, and guacamole. It’s one of the meals that you can eat without feeling nauseous, and he can read the recipe off by heart with the number of times that he’s made it for you.
Thank you for reading!! 💕 Liking and reblogging is very much appreciated!!! 💕💕 I'm going to start up writing the series, though I'm not going to exactly say when I'll post chapter one, but it'll most likely be over the weekend, if not, before that!!
hey gorg so i had this req idea where maybe it’s one of those slow mornings where reader doesn’t want to get up but then joe changes readers mind when he says she can go on a shopping spree!! they spend the day at the mall and when they get back home reader does a try on haul.
maybe she gets some lingerie and she tries it on😉😉😉 established relationship!!
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MATERIAL GIRL
Joe Keery x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 2.1K
NIA'S NOTES: Thank you for this request!! I'm so sorry this took me ages to answer 😓😓 Whilst I'm typing this, I may as well mention that I have posted the masterlist for my Joe Keery series for my 1K special!! You can have a peek here, and the tag list is linked if you'd like to be tagged in my posts for the series!! I want to say again, 1000 is absolutely insane to me, I love you guys so much!!! Enjoy my lovelies!! 💕
The kettle had already started boiling and the TV had already turned on to the news channel before you woke up. For a moment, you keep your eyes closed, listening to the sound of Joe wandering around the kitchen whilst he hummed to himself. It was one of those mornings where you wanted to stay in your pyjamas all day and ignore the schedule you had planned.
After a few minutes, the tap stops running in the kitchen and the clatter of pans silences. You turn to press your face further into the pillow, trying to block out the light creeping through the blinds. The bed slightly dips, and the next thing you feel is Joe’s hand settling on your upper back, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth.
A breathless laugh leaves his throat as he hears you groan into the pillow. “Are you still tired? It’s 10am, baby. Usually, you’re out of bed before me.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the back of your head.
“My eyes feel like they’re on fire, and I feel like my head is being compressed.” You mumble, slipping your hands under the pillow that has that perfect cold feeling that instantly makes you relax.
“Did you not get much sleep?” He asks, combing his fingers through your hair.
“Y’know when you have a nap in the middle of the day because you’re really tired, and then you wake up hours later feeling completely confused and even more tired than you were before?” You ask, slightly turning your head to the side so that you can look up at him.
He nods slowly. “Yeah.”
“That’s exactly what I feel like. Feels like all the energy has been completely drained out of me.” You huff, pressing the heel of your hands against your eyes.
“You’d think that getting sleep would stop you from being tired.” He laughs, earning a whine from you.
“Feels like I haven’t slept at all. I just want to go back to sleep, Joe.” You mumble, slowly blinking at him.
He hums, glancing around the room before he looks back at you. “It’s no use going back to sleep if you’re just going to wake up even more tired.”
You couldn’t say that he was wrong, because you admitted yourself that sleeping for longer just makes you feel worse. You nod slowly, shifting your body so that you’re completely facing him. “Okay, so what do you suggest?” You ask.
“That’s a good question.” He grins, pausing for a moment as he thinks of an idea. “How about we go on a shopping trip? I think that could wake you up a little bit.” He suggests, resting his hand on your hip.
You squint your eyes at him. “What kind of shopping trip are we talking about?” You ask.
“Do you really think that I’m about to suggest that we go on out weekly food shop trip?” He laughs.
“So, anything?” You ask, slowly lifting your head from the pillow.
“Anything you want, baby. We can go anywhere.” He says with a sweet smile, and that’s all that you need to get yourself out of bed.
“Okay, but when we come back, I want you to sit and watch me explain every item that I buy.” You say, practically beaming now.
“Does this include a fashion show too?” He asks, gently bringing you into his arms, holding you close to his chest.
“Of course it does.” You say, muffled against him.
You’re quick to shuffle out of bed, completely ignoring that you were tired not even a few moments ago. He laughs as he watched you sprint across the room. You open the wardrobe, flicking through your outfits and taking out two clothing hangers, holding them in front of Joe.
“Which one should I wear?” You ask.
“Anything but your pyjamas, baby.” He says with a warm smile.
“No, this is serious. Which one?” You raise your eyebrows.
He hums, flicking his eyes between each outfit. “The one with the yellow shirt.”
“Okay, thank you.” You smile, placing the other outfit back in the wardrobe before you get dressed into your outfit.
His eyes stay on you the whole time, staying silent as he watches you get dressed. At the start of the relationship, you were too nervous to even think about getting dressed in front of him. Instead, you’d walk to the bathroom and get ready in there, but now you don’t care, and you’ll get dressed in front of him without a second thought.
Once you’re dressed, he slots his hand into yours and guides you through the house, leading you outside. He opens the passenger door for you before rounding the car, slipping into his seat and starting the car up. You press the buttons in the front, turning on a playlist to have on in the background. His hand slips to your thigh, resting there throughout the whole journey to the shopping centre.
It’s quiet the whole ride there, something that you had gotten used to. You never felt the need to fill the silence by clearing your throat or awkwardly laughing, the silence was comfortable. With other people, it was never like that. You could always tell that the other person was feeling awkward too just the way that they shuffled in their seat.
He reverses his car into a parking space in front of the shopping centre and then turns to face you with a sweet smile. “Ready to go in, baby?” He asks.
“I’m always ready to go shopping.” You reply before stepping out the car.
He steps out and comes over to your side, slipping his hand into yours. You walk into the shopping centre together, already met with the sweet scent of pastries from the bakeries and the fragrances in the stalls. Your eyes glance around the room, and they land on the clothing shop that you always end up going to. You gently tug his hand, pulling him over to the store.
“You visit this clothing store more than any other store.” He laughs, trying to walk beside you as you pull him inside.
“They have clothes that actually fit me perfectly.” You mumble, pulling him along the first aisle that you see.
“The people that work here know your name, baby. Little concerning.” He laughs.
Your hands are flicking through a range of blouses, halter necks, tank tops, until you lank on one that you like, pulling it off the rack. “Not concerning at all. Anyway, what do you think of this one?” You ask, showing him the baby pink halter neck top.
“I like it. Will look gorgeous on you.” He grins, already taking the top from you and holding it.
You hum, walking further down the aisle and pulling out a lime green button up shirt. “This one?” You ask.
He glances down at the top, a concerned look washing over him. “I don’t like it.” He says, glancing back at you.
“Me too.” You say, placing it back down on the rack,
“Why did you ask me then?” He laughs, following behind you.
“Just checking you aren’t letting me buy awful looking clothes.” You grin, leading him into another aisle.
“Why would I do that?” He asks.
“I don’t know, to make me feel better?” You say, not even sure yourself.
He follows you into the lingerie aisle, raising his eyebrows. “I’m surprised you didn’t come to this aisle first.”
“Best till last.” You hum, dragging your finger across the clothing hangers before picking up a white, lace lingerie set, showing him. “What do you think?” You ask.
“Please buy that one.” He says, coming out as a slight whine.
“No hesitation, I like it.” You laugh, passing him the hanger.
He grins, following close behind you as he carries your items. His eyes land on a black, satin sleep dress, and he pulls it from the rack, showing it to you.
“I like this. You’re getting this.” He says, leaving no room for any other answer.
“Why thank you.” You laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leading him to the counter.
He places your items down on the counter, standing to the side and watching as you speak with the lady as she scans your items, having a general chat. She places your items in a bag for you, and you reply with a sweet ‘thank you’ before leading Joe out of the shop.
“This is going good so far.” You say with a sweet smile, glancing up at him.
“I’m just glad that you look awake now.” He laughs, gently slipping his hand around your waist.
You hum, glancing around the shopping centre again. “Can we look around that fragrance stall?” You ask.
“Yes, I’d like to get myself something too.” He grins, pulling you in the direction of the stall.
You make your way around the stall, looking over the range of perfumes. Joe is on the other side of the stall, staring at the men’s section, probably not putting much thought into the one he wants to buy. He’s already holding a small bag by the time you go to the counter, and you place your vanilla scented perfume down, tapping your card to pay.
“Do you not have enough vanilla scented perfumes?” Joe laughs, bring his hand to your lower back.
“I’ll never have enough. Plus, I’m running out.” You say, placing your perfume in the bag, and then turning to look at him.
“Not surprised with the number of times you spray perfume on yourself every day.” He grins, taking your bag from you.
You roll your eyes. “Don’t be dramatic, it’s not that bad.”
He shrugs at you, and you follow behind him, checking through more stores before you leave. Once you arrive back at the car, he drops the bags off in the bag seat and slips back into the driver’s seat. The rest of the drive home, you ramble on about the stores that are closing down, and he listens to every word.
As soon as you arrive back at the house, you help him carry some bags and push the front door open with your back. He brings the bags with food to the kitchen, unpacking the bags and storing everything in the cupboards whilst you go upstairs to take your clothes out and place your items into the drawers. Whilst Joe is still downstairs, you take the chance to change into the satin sleep dress that he suggested you bought, and you stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps.
The rustling from the bags downstairs stops, and a few moments later the bedroom door pushes open, and Joe stands beside you, going completely still. You turn to look at him, brushing your hands over the silky dress.
“Good choice, baby. It’s very soft.” You say as if you’ve not completely shocked Joe.
He stares at you blankly for a moment. “Whoa.” Is all he can get out, pulling a laugh from you.
“Took me out to go shopping so that I kept myself awake, then you end up suggesting I get some nightwear. Brought me right back around to the start.” You laugh.
“It looks gorgeous on you.” He says breathlessly, brushing his thumb over the dress.
“Thank you, baby. Been needing something like this, actually.” You hum.
He pulls you close to his chest, resting his chin on top of your head. His arms come tightly around your waist. “If it’s comfortable enough for you, we can go out and get more.” He whispers.
“Tempting me with a great time.” You mumble against his chest.
“We can go back to bed if you’d like.” He suggests, and you’re already pulling him over to the bed, slipping under the covers.
You make room for him to get in, and he slides in beside you, already resting his hand on the back of your head. For a second, you sit in the silence, staring at him, watching as his breathing steadies out.
“Thank you for taking me out shopping, baby. I loved it.” You whisper.
“Got you out of bed and came back with some new clothes.” He says, leaning down to press his lips to yours, slow and sweet. “I know the whole point of today was to get out of bed, but now I want to stay in bed.” He laughs breathlessly.
“Well, I’m not gonna deny you.” You laugh, brushing your fingers down his neck.
“Good. We’ll stay here until we really do need to get up.” He whispers, earning a nod from you.
He spends the next hour absentmindedly brushing his hand up and down your back, holding you close to him. He knows that you should be getting out of bed, doing something productive for the rest of the day, but he can’t help but completely give into you.
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