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Saved From The Dark
Summary: after the power gets cut off and your fear of the dark surfaces Joe makes an effort to make the night good again
Warnings : Panic attack, fear of the dark, hurt/comfort, mentions of childhood trauma.
A/N : More hurt/comfort Joe!
The music playing through the speakers of the living room filled the house, flowing down each hallway and into each room as you stood in the kitchen swaying your hips. The sound of carrots being cut was drowned out by the sound, you stood there cooking dinner while Joe was in the bedroom talking to his manager.
You hear the door open and you look u to see your husband standing in the living room with a lazy smile on his face as he looks at you. You freeze as if caught doing something you shouldn’t, hips freezing while the music continues flowing through the house.
“Don’t stop”
You giggle as Joe comes up behind you and wraps his hands around your waist , kissing your neck while you continue cooking. You loved nights like this, peaceful and quiet. The kind of nights where it felt like nothing could possibly go wrong.
You should’ve known not to hope, that tonight could go wrong in every possible way and that it would. Of course it would, so when Joe walked back into the bedroom to grab his guitar the power goes out.
The lights shut off darkness encasing the house like thick fog, coating all areas and surrounding you till it’s all you can feel and think of. The music stops, the speaker no longer working as a quieter version of the songs now plays out of your phone.
The silence is loud, suffocating and corrupting you. You stand there, body frozen and rigid. Your movements stopped after you placed the knife gently down on the counter.
You felt like the world stopped moving until you heard the familiar sound of Joe walking towards you, his feet shuffled against the floor as he walked slowly trying to adjust to the darkness before finding you.
“hey baby you okay?”
“mhm yeah” you whisper quietly as you turn to face him the best you can in the dark.
Joe knew about your fear of the dark, he had known for a while. Ever since he found you in a panic backstage of his show when someone tried to prank you.
He knew the fear wasn’t something he could fix, it was deeply rooted into you due to your bad childhood. He couldn’t change what happened in the past as much as he deeply wanted to ,but he could this best to help the fear take less control of you now.
“okay”
you see the silhouette of his head nod as he speaks, you can tell he doesn’t fully believe you. The tone of his voice was weary, making sure to keep an eye of how you reacted but not pushing.
you felt his hand in yours, the warmth of him radiating through the cold of your bones. Warming you up from the fear that was slowly creeping in and bringing you slight comfort.
enough to make the current moment seem less soul crushing. Joe brought you slowly into the living room, making sure not to trip on the carpet or bump into the couch.
Sitting down the seat beneath you sunk letting your body rest and fall into its comfort.
“i’ll go grab some candles to light it up”
“okay”
“you sure your okay baby?”
“i’m fine Joe”
he paused for a moment, almost evaluating the tone of your voice before turning away and disappearing into the halls to look for some candles.
The loss of his presence made a much larger impact on your current emotional state than you thought it would.
His voice gone, the warmth of his body gone. The loss of him made you cold again, although not physically you could feel the fear creeping in. Clawing at your skin and climbing up your bones until you felt your body begin to tense.
Your hands begin to shake as that familiar feeling of dread crept back in. Suddenly your heart was weighed down, crushed by the weight of everything at once while simultaneously pumping faster than it should.
You were back in your parent’s house, locked in the basement as punishment for being too noisy. The cold concrete floor dug straight into your legs, making your muscles tighten as you pressed your legs to your chest.
You couldn’t rid yourself of the memories, even in your own home, with your husband you couldn’t get rid of the fear that crept back up.
You weren’t sure how long Joe was gone for, all you know is that when he came back with a little candle you weee curled up in the corner of the couch. Hands shaking, breathing rapid and hand pressed to your chest like you could reach in and pull your heart out to try and slow it down.
Joe placed the candle down in the table before sitting down next to you slowly, careful not to startle you.
“hey baby, it’s me”
You look up at him frantically, still shaking as you bit your lip as an attempt to stop it from quivering. Joe saw this, his heart hurt at the sight of you in such pain.
He reached his hand out to take yours from your chest, the warmth from his hand helped to bring comfort but it wasn’t enough this time. You continues gasping for air as the panic attack continued.
“your here, in our home, the home you decorated”
He talks slowly, trying to gauge how present you are in the moment. His hand remains grasping yours as he draws small circles on the back of your hand.
“you chose a pink carpet, I don’t like pink but you insisted it made the house prettier. So we bought it, and now I agree because that pink carpet is a decision you made about your house”
You are brought back to the present the memory, you weren’t back at your childhood home. You were here. safe and in the home you designed.
You made eye contact with him again, the light from the candle illuminated your face better. Joe let out a small sigh of relief when he saw you coming back.
“I wanted to get a big plant for the corner, you said no. You knew I would kill it by accident so we bought a smaller one. You named the plant Jerry”
Joe chuckles slightly at the memory, he drops your hand and shifts closer, placing his hands on your knees. Your breathing slowly begins to calm as your husband keeps talking about memories.
The thoughts about the present house through you back to where you were now. Further and further away from the childhood that caused you issues until finally you could breathe again.
“i’m sorry”
“don’t be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry about” Joe shakes his head as he pulls you to him.
You fall into him, head laying in his chest as he plays with the hair on your shoulder.
“It’s stupid”
“baby it’s not, I would do this everyday if it meant making you feel better”
You look up at him at that. He stares right back at you and you can see it in his eyes, he’s not lying. He is telling the absolute truth with that.
He Just Comes Running Over To Me
Summary: Watching your husband perform at Coachella for the first time (Based on The Alchemy by Taylor Swift)
Warnings: NONE Just Tooth Rotting Fluff!
A/n : If you guys have any requests I am taking them!! Love to see what y’all want from me! Also I have never been to Coachella so this might be slightly wrong.
The crowd roared, fans all across the venue making their way towards the stage. The heat of Coachella was intense and everyone squishes together only made it worse but you didn’t care.
Joe was waiting backstage, playing with his wedding ring as he Waited for his set to start. He was ready, practicing this for months constantly preparing to perform for everyone and you couldn’t be prouder.
As soon as he stepped on stage the crowd behind you and all around you screamed, cheering, a lot of “I love you’s” being screamed. The crowd was electrifying. You could feel movement all around you as people began dancing.
Your eyes locked onto your husband and watched with a smile as he began singing Charlie’s Garden. Your heart swelled at the sight of him on the big stage, the pride you felt watching the man you love doing something so amazing was unimaginable.
As the set continues you never stopped smiling once, body swaying to the music as you screamed out some lyrics. The crowd behind you had recognised who you were by the second song and wanted autographs but you never let that stop you for being there for Joe.
Each song he sung your heart grew just a little bit with amazement of the man you married. You were sweaty and your feet were aching from your boot but none of it mattered as he sung the last song of the set.
Hair sticking to your neck you screamed again as the song ended. Joe stood up and waved to the crowd before walking off. The crowd screamed right back at him making you smile at them.
Once the set was done security walked over to you and began guiding you to the backstage area. You followed them through the grass field and around the corner where you saw your husband wiping his face you a towel.
You stood there smiling, hands clasped together infant of you waiting for his eyes to lock onto yours.
When they finally did a smile spread wide across Joe’s face, his eyes lighting up and he tossed the towel on a table and ran over to you, ignoring the crew members trying to remove his in-ears.
Joe sprints over to you like nothing else in the world matters to him right now because nothing does. All he cares about is his wife and seeing her. Large hands wrapped around your waist as he lifted you up into the air and spun you around.
You giggled and grasped his neck as he gently put you down. You look up at him smiling wide before kissing him. The kiss was hard, hungry and intense. Your hands ended up in his hair as his played with the fabric of your dress.
You hears screams around you and looked up to see fans taking photos at the barricade. The sight makes you laugh and lean your head against his chest.
Joe doesn’t care, he doesn’t care that someone is screaming at him to take out his in-ears, he doesn’t care about the hundreds of fans watching he only cares about you.
“Im so proud of you” You said pulling away from him slightly.
Joe looked at you with that same smile he did on your wedding day, so in love and slightly in disbelief of who he got to marry.
“You were amazing baby everyone loved you”
“I couldn’t have done it without you”
“Oh shush that was all talent”
You hand intertwines with Joe’s as you begin walking away from the stage and into the crowds of people in order to get some food. Nobody had recognised you two yet but you were sure it was coming up soon.
A cheer soon followed your thoughts as you turned around and saw a group of teenage girls staring at you and your husband. You both smiled at them before walking over.
Two of the girls were holding hands so tight it looked painful while the other just told they’re smiling like a 3 year old on Christmas morning.
“Hey! What are your names?” You smile at them.
“Oh Olivia, Janet and Lily” The girl in the middle points to each of them.
You nod and smile, the girls still look star struck. Eyes wide and bouncing up and down slightly with excitement.
“Can we get a photo”
“Of course!” Joe smiles and takes one of their phones.
He hold it out before pulling you into his side so you are pressed up against him. The three girls smile and pose before Joe snaps the picture. Giving the phone back Joe never releases his grip from your waist as you walk away.
Coachella was crowded, very much so and it was electrifying. Every person had put so much thought into their outfits and was walking in their shoes with so much ease it made you look down at yours.
You kept walking but you had begun to slow as the pain in your feet became unbearable. Joe noticed, he always did.
“What’s wrong?”
“Huh?” You look up at your husband who has now stopped walking and is raking hie eyes over your body to check for any external injuries.
“Oh it just my shoes! Ive been wearing heels that’s all”
Joe nods before crouching down and scooping you up so you now being carried on his back through Coachella. The action makes you gasp and cling onto him.
Your eyes are wide and your mouth is still wide open before you relax into him. Wrapping your arms around his neck gently you rest your head on his shoulder as he begins talking about some sort of dessert he saw.
And it was moments like this, small acts of love you never asked for that tell the not only you but everyone around you just how much this man adores you.
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It Doesn't Feel Fake (Part 4)
Summary: Baking with your fake boyfriend Steve the hair Harrington
A/N : Just a short little drabble this time! so gratefull you are all enjoying this series! please let me know if you want a tag or request any parts! @lilacdreamrxo, @keerygirlie98
Warnings : Mentions of Y/N, fluff , swearing
Your yellow counters now looked like a pale yellow as the deep sunshine hit them at the perfect angle. The yellows and oranges of the sunset shone through the window illuminated the kitchen to feel like a warm comforting hug.
Steve would be arriving soon, you both decided you should be spending time together outside of school to make sure you seemed close. Or at least that’s what you told yourselves, maybe there was just a small, small part of you that wanted to hang out with him just for him.
The topic of todays event was baking, Steve had never baked in his life so you were in charge of getting all the ingredients as according to him he would probably buy the wrong kind of flour.
That familiar knocks breaks you away from your thoughts and encourages your feet to move towards the wooden door Steve was standing on the other side of. You check down on your outfit one more time to ensure There are no stains on it before opening the door.
Steve stands there, leaning against the pillars on your porch in a black T shirt that made him look too good for comfort. His face brightens when he sees you, a smile stretching across his face as he kicks up off the pillar and walks towards you.
“Hey” He smiles.
“Hey”
He wraps his arms around your waist for a moment, pulling you in for a hug. This has become somewhat normal for you both over the few days you had been “dating”.
You check presses into his chest, inhaling a whiff of his cologne that had grown to feel like comfort to you before lifting your face away and stepping into your house.
Steve walks towards the kitchen and places his hands firm on the counter, leaning towards you.
“So… what are we baking?”
“Steve I literally told you”
“When?”
“Yesterday!”
“Oh.. sorry?”
“Oh my god Harrington” You shake your head and place your hands on your face as you sigh.
“Cookies! I remember cookies!”
You look up at him disappointed before sighing and walking into the kitchen with him. Grabbing the flour you look at him and hand it over, his fingers brush over your hand as he takes it from you. The feeling makes you want to kiss him and curl up into a ball.
“2 cups”
Steve nods his head determined before placing the scoop in the bag and carefully taking it back out before dumping the contents into a bowl you had on the counter.
The next few minutes were calm, peacefull, both of you working together in silence and efficiently at that. But you should have known the calm would not last as when you turned around to face Steve you saw an egg on the counter and milk spilled on the floor.
Steve froze when he saw you, his mouth opened like we was going to say something the closed again. Then opened, then closed.
“Steve”
“Im sorry!”
“Oh my god”
You shake your head and begin to walk over to him before your foot slips in the milk on the floor and you fall on your back. A thud encases the room as you lay there, back pressed onto the cold tiles.
Steve’s eyes widen before immediately crouching down beside you.
“Are you okay? Fuck im so sorry”
You don’t respond, and that scares Steve more. You instead let out a sound somewhere between crying and a whine, Steve’s eyebrows crease in the middle as he checks over your head with concern before realising you weren’t crying. You were laughing.
Your body shakes as you laugh hard at the situation, seeing Steve’s face only made it worse. The flour on his shirt was just taunting you as you lay there.
“Are you.. laughing?”
“Yes” You say in-between laughs.
Steve just looks at you bewildered before sticking out his hand to you, holding his palm out he waits for you to take it so you could stand up. Instead, you gran his hand and pull him down with you.
Steve falls down with a grunt and his shoulder hits the floor and he ends up laying next to you.
Throughout the whole situation you don’t stop laughing. Save lays there next to you for a moment before turning his head. You lay there face to the ceiling just laughing, smiling so hard it makes his chest hurt. The sight of you only makes him laugh.
Soon enough you’re both laying the cold tiled floor of the kitchen laughing at nothing, shoulders brushing you both look at each other as you laugh.
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What feels like forever later you both end up back on your feet, a clean floor and decent looking cookie dough. Steve still has flour on his shirt and there probably some milk on your sock but it doesn’t matter.
The only thing that seems to matter to you right now is the fact that you just spent 3 hours with Steve Harrington and you didn’t get anxious once. The thought consumes your mind, racing while you try and find something to convince yourself it’s a bad idea.
Yet somehow each reason you come up with only lasts a few seconds before you’re overcome with raging happiness, happiness you haven’t felt up until this past week with him.
That thought terrifies you to say the least, you kept guys at a distance for a reason. It was stupid to let them in knowing It will never last yet somehow this boy, the one who once was as stupid as they can get has wormed his way into your heart and was refusing to let go.
Different Types
Summary : Checking to see if Joe will grunt when he picks you up
Warnings : swearing, mentions of previous sex
Your husband loved to hold you, to hug you, kiss you or simply hold hands but he never carried you. Truthfully being carried wasn’t something that typically happens in day to day life but for the past few days you have been curious.
Would Joe grunt when picking you up?
You decided it was time to test your question on a Saturday morning. The light from the sun shone through the window hitting the white bedsheets that you lay in. You and Joe were planning to go out for breakfast today, a nice cafe to just relax after a long week.
You had already done your makeup and changed into an outfit but Joe was still in the bathroom. You had made your way back onto the bed, legs smooth under the cool blankets as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone.
The sound of the shower turning off was your sign. You quickly stood up and placed your phone in the hallway, turning it at an angle so you could see into the full bedroom before walking back to the bed and laying down flat.
Pulling the covers up you sunk into the bed, making yourself appear lazy and tired. You lay there for a while, waiting patiently for your husband to exit the bathroom and see you.
The door opened with a creak and you slowly moved your head to see Joe walking out in a light grey sweater and some jeans. He smiled when he saw you and walked over placing and hand on your shoulder.
“Cmon baby lets go”
You groan and shake your head, pressing your cheek further into the pillow. Joe looks at you gently, tilting his head before sighing with a smile.
“We have to get to breakfast”
“I know, see I got ready and then I got in the bed and well-“
You cut yourself off and sprawl out on the bed, extending your arms to show Joe how comfortable it is. As much of a prank as this was you couldn’t deny this was a very very comfortable one.
Joe laughs at this before grabbing the blankets and pulling them off you, leaving you exposed to the cold air in the room. You gasp dramatically and go to reach for the blankets but Joe stops you.
“While I love how comfortable you look Im going to need you to get up”
“Nope”
“Yup”
“Nuh uh”
You shake your head with a pout before Joe rolls his eyes playfully and leans over you, hands flexing on the side of the bed as he puts his weight on his arms.
“Ill just have to carry you then”
Your eyes widen as you feel his arms slip under your head and behind your knees, picking you up bridal style right off the bed. He pauses once he has lifted you to look down into your eyes.
Your mouth is gaped open and he is just smiling, clearly finding this amusing.
“You just- you didn’t even- I-“
Joe lets out a laugh and kisses your nose quickly before turning around and beginning to walk out of the room before you place your hand on his bicep.
“You didn’t even grunt or anything”
“Baby I have been training for this moment”
“You what?”
“Babe every single time I see you naked I pick you up, this is just a different scenario and different style of carrying you”
“JOE KEERY”
“Not my fault!”
You bury your head into his chest to hide your blush as Joe continues to walk out of the room, pausing again infront of the camera when he spots it.
“You filmed this”
“Whatttt noooo”
“I mean now they all know we fuck while I carry you”
“Oh dear lord”
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“Hes so cute when he sees you on the bed though!”
“Knowing Joe Kerry likes to fuck while holding you is something else”
It Doesn't Feel Fake (Part 3)
Summary: After being harassed by Billy Hargrove you decide you need a boyfriend fast, even if that happens to be a fake one
Telling the school you’re dating Steve the hair Harrington.
Warnings : Mentions of Y/N, rude comments, small amount of verbal fighting, hurt/comfort. Panic attack. Swearing.
The hum of the car engine couldn’t overpower the volume of your thoughts, the leather seats that once felt comfortable new felt like jagged rocks as Steve pulled into the parking lot of Hawkins High. Your eyes stayed fixed on the doors of the school, watching as if waiting for something to jump out and get you.
Thoughts of Billy swarmed your mind, taking over until all you could hear was his voice taunting you. Your heart sped up, pounding against your ribs until it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Each breath was shallow.
You didn’t notice when Steve turned the car off, or when he turned to face you. You only realised what was happened when you felt a hand on your shoulder.
“Hey” He said softly, eyebrows pulled together slightly in concern as he looked at you, head tilted sideways he stared into your eyes searching for an answer to what you were feeling.
Your head stayed still, staring straight at those doors. You couldn’t move, this has happened before. But somehow knowing you were about to introduce Steve as your boyfriend to him made it worse. Him, who had ridiculed you for months, him who haunted your dreams.
Steve followed your eyes and paused as he focussed on the school doors. He reached his hand and placed it on yours, his thumb moving in circled in your palm. The motion made your eyes flick down to your hands, pulling you away from the doors.
“You are going to be okay, can you look at me?” Steve spoke so gently, as if he thought one wrong word would break you.
You slowly pulled your eyes up to meet his. Steve’s heart hurt looking into your eyes and seeing the pure fear that encased them. Steve pulled your hand up to his chest, pressing it gently above his heart.
“Breathe with me”
You pulled your attention to your palm that was now pressed against his chest, feeling his heart beat and the rise and fall of his chest. To the best of your ability you tried to follow, breathing In and out with him slowly. Steve never broke eye contact, searching yours for answers that you knew he would find if he tried hard enough.
Moments passed, minutes that felt like years until your heart began to slow and your ribs released, placing themselves back were they were meant to. Your lungs felt normal again and you could breathe properly.
“Im sorry” You muttered quietly.
“Hey no. Don’t be sorry okay”
Steve looked hurt by your apology, like you had insulted him. Grabbing your chin gently he lifted your face up to look at him. His fingers were warm to your face and your chin felt odd to his touch.
“We’re going to be late.”
“Yeah” Steve chuckled before unlocking the door and walking over to your side.
The sound of the door clicking made you turn your head to see Steve standing over you, smiling gently as he held the door open, waiting for you to step out.
When you did, that familiar feeling of worry encased you again. Like a blanket being thrown on you in 30 degree heat but before you could begin to panic you felt Steve encase his hand with yours. You looked up at him only to find him staring right back down at you.
People lined the halls, talking to each other about whatever drama was the most interesting that week. Your eyes scanned the halls going from one side to the other, observing everyone and their mannerisms as you walked. You felt Steve pull you back slightly making you turn only to see him paused infant of his locker.
“Im gonna get my stuff and I’ll meet you at your locker before class okay?”
“Okay”
You smile but internally you’re screaming. You hated these halls and especially the portion of them that was around your locker, that was where Billy liked to hang around the most. Walking towards your locker you felt your heart pounding, trying to calm yourself you begin playing with therein on your thumb.
The cold silver shocks your skin and brings you back to reality slightly. Arriving at your locker you pause when you see Billy standing there, leaning with his shoulder pressed to the blue steel door. Your heart stops, freezing in motion like someone has just pressed pause on the game you were playing. Except this time, the game Is reality.
“Hi there Y/N”
“I need my books”
“Not so fast I need to talk to you”
“Billy please”
“No. Don’t talk to me like that you listen here”
Your heart was pounding, eyes cast down on the floor. The dirty school floors became your favourite nature scene in this moment, you could feel Billy infant of you, watching, judging and still not leaving. Everything around you seemed to get louder, each voice and each sound sounded like screaming in your ears.
“I asked you to fuck me and guess what you didn’t”
“I don’t want to-“
“No shut up you will do what I say you will”
“No she won’t” Steve’s voice cut through the sounds of everything else, pulling you back to reality.
His hand around your waist pulls you back to reality, you heart begins to slow and the crushing feeling of the world eases just a little bit. The relief that floods your system is something you have never felt before, the whole fake boyfriend thing was proving to be very effective.
“The fuck do you want?”
“Back off my girlfriend”
Billy laughs at this, full on laughs. His head hits the locker as he throws his head back laughing, obnoxious and ridiculous like he can’t fathom the idea of me having a boyfriend let along that boyfriend being Steve.
“We’re leaving”
Steve pulls you with him as he walks towards a smaller less crowded corner of the hallway. Your back hits the wall, the cool feeling consumes your back. Steve stands infant of you looking down, this position could be considered romantic if you hadn’t just been harassed.
“You okay?”
You hum in response, shrugging your shoulders lightly still looking down at the floor. Steve brushes hair behind your ear making you look up to face him. His brown eyes are intoxicating, comforting and reckless all in one.
“What do you feel?”
“Thank you”
“That’s not what I asked but its no problem”
You shrug again, except this time you’re looking him dead in the eye.
Steve is struggling hard to not pin you up against the wall and kiss you already but he knows that his feelings would not be reciprocated. Your eyes flutter gently as you blink, looking up at him with a gentleness that makes him hate the fact he agreed to do this.
Hate the fact that he agreed to be your fake boyfriend when all he wants is to confess how he loves you, how he’s loved you since the day he saw you laughing with Robin a year ago. But instead he agreed to be your fake boyfriend, agreeing that you and him were nothing but fake.
“Are you okay love?”
The nickname slips from his lips before he can catch himself, bringing himself back to the moment. You look down for a moment before looking back up to him.
“I hate him, and in the moment no but thank you still”
Steve looks at you with such softness he looks like he might break right there and then. You thanking him for basic human decency hurt, knowing you didn’t think you would be saved when to him, you deserved the world. More than he could probably ever give you.
“Don’t thank me, that’s what fake boyfriends are for”
The words ‘fake boyfriend’ stung his tongue as they left his mouth, washing his body in dirty water he hated being doused in. But, that’s all you were, fake dating. Not real, not even close.
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Steve’s presence surrounded you throughout the day, enveloping you in comfort and safety as he always managed to be around you. Grabbing your hand when the hallways get crowded or waiting for you outside your class to walk you to the next one.
It was now lunch time and Steve had joined you and your friends, well he joined you and Robin as your other friends are studying for a test in the library. Steve slid into the seat next to you, resting his arm on the back of your seat.
Robin eyed the two of you carefully, watching each movement like it was equivalent to seeing a mouse backflip. You fiddled with your rings at the awkward silence, you all worked together yet your new relationship status with Steve seemed to have made it weird.
“How long?” Robin asked.
“2 weeks” Steve replied smiling.
Robin squints at the two of you before leaning back in her chair and shrugging, picking up a chip and taking a bite.
“Are you happy Y/N?”
You smile and nod, looking over to Steve whose eyes are already on you. He looked at you in a way that seemed too genuine to be fake, it’s just pretend you tell yourself. He must be a really good actor is what you have been convincing yourself all day.
“Okay” She shrugs before beginning to talk about some annoying kid who came into the store yesterday.
The rest of the day was normal, people moved on with their lives not really caring too much about you and Steve’s new relationship. A few weird looks here and there but nothing odd or different to what you were used to.
With all the time you were now spending together you had come to learn new things about the boy. How he hated mustard or always tapped his foot to a beat when he was bored. the dull rhythm of his shoe tapping the floor caught your attention more than once in class.
With the school day coming to an end you stood at the front of the school, shoulder pressed into one of the pillars as you waited for Steve to finish his last class so he could drive you home. the wind hit your face, blowing your hair back as you squinted into the open.
Steve showed up 5 minutes later, holding a gym bag and standing infront of you in a basketball jersey. Steve looked sorry , his lips pulled together as he opened his mouth to say something then closed it again.
“I take it we’re not going home yet?”
“i’m sorry, I forgot to tell you I have practice”
You sigh and push yourself off the pillar, standing straight before opening your phone to text Robin. Steve just stood there for a moment watching how the sun made your eyes look green before snatching your phone from your hand.
The loss of the device makes you look up at him in confusion.
“hello?? how am I meant to go home?”
“i’ll drive you! just- come with me to practice”
You groan and slump back into the pillar, letting your head hit it gently as you glare at Steve for suggesting it.
“it’s not that bad!”
“It is”
“not”
You raise your eyebrows at him, sticking out your hand to try and grab your phone back when Steve raises his arm higher, pulling the phone out of reach.
“Just an hour!”
“fine”
“great let’s go”
Steve grabs your hand and pulls you with him in the direction of the gym. You walk slowly, making it clear you don’t want to be doing this but Steve continues on.
The smell of the gym is the first thing that hits you, then it’s the sounds. Shoes sneaking on the freshly waxed floor while the ball slams against it and back up into the players hand. Steve pulls you over to the countryside seats.
“Just for a little bit then we can go home yea?”
“Okay”
You huff and sit down, crossing your arms over themselves as you slump back into the chair. Steve turns around and walks over to the court, catching a ball as it’s thrown at him.
You dig around for your phone when you realise Steve hut have shoved it in his bag, which was on the other side of the court with the rest of the Hawkins High basketball players. Groaning you pull your eyes back towards Steve as he shoots.
The ball rolls on the rim for a few seconds before sliding in, Steve smiles brightly and brushed his hair out of his face. The sight of him so happy playing the sport makes you feel weird inside, a feeling that you figure you shouldn’t be having for your temporary fake boyfriend.
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As practice ends you watch Steve jog over to his bag, slinging it over his shoulder before walking back to you. He’s sweaty yet somehow his hair still looks good, even up close as he sticks out his hand to you.
You place your in his as he roughly pulls you up, you yelp as you are yanked out of your seat and you hit his chest.
“Ew Harrington you’re sweaty” I groan and push him away.
“Cmon babe don’t be salty”
“Don’t call me that”
“Sorry honey”
“Nope”
“Darling”
“Even worse”
“Then you are stuck with babe”
You scrunch your face up in disgust as Steve wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side as you walk out of the gym. You try your best to pull away but he keeps you firm to him. After a while you just accept it and walk with him.
“You took so long”
“Sorry” Steve offers you a sheepish smile as he opens the car door letting you slide in.
You watch as he walks around and chucks both your bags in the back seat before climbing into his own and starting the car. His hand grips the steering wheel, veins showing slightly as he pulls out of the parking lot.
You stay quiet, not saying anything just watching him with intensity. The way his hand rests on the head rest of your seat as he checks behind you to make sure he doesn’t hit anything, the way his muscles flex as he turns the steering wheel.
You stay focussed on him for a while, eyes raking over his body in silence. Steve notices this, and god if it doesn’t drive him absolutely crazy to have you staring at him like that.
“You okay?”
“Hm?” You blink rapidly, pulling yourself out of the trance as you look up at him.
“Oh yeah no just staring”
Steve pulls his eyebrows together before smiling.
“Creep”
“Shut up”
“No babe just admit you think I’m hot”
“No.” You can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up at his words, you turn your head sharply to look out the window in order to hide your face.
“Don’t hide”
“Just take me home” You groan making Steve laugh.
“Okay okay”
Hii love ur tiktok trends fics with joe can u pls do more of the like chking if he grunts while picking reader up and asking for hugs randomly
Hug Please
A/n : Hi! thank you so much fro the req! I will do the checking if he grunts when picking you up later td!
summary : Joe keery is obsessed with his wife and everyone knows it and when you find a tiktok trend “asking my bf for hugs for no reason” you think it is the perfect one for you.
Warnings : None just absolute tooth rotting fluff
the studio was cold, leather seat hugging you tightly as you sat outside the recording booth watching the window as the wind blows through and hits your face gently.
Spring time was your favourite, always has been but it was also the time when your husband tends to write and record. So you would often follow him to the studio and sit on your phone or draw while he did his thing.
Everyone in the studio had become used to you being there along with how obsessed Joe was with you. Constantly introducing you as his wife like the word was candy on his tongue. But still, nobody had a problem with it truthfully they thought it was sweet you were both so in love.
Joe was finishing up a song when you came across a video on tiktok that made you smile, cheeks warm and a small giggle building in your chest at the couple in the video were so adorable together.
The girl in the video kept going up to her boyfriend randomly throughout the day asking for hugs with no reasoning to see if he would get annoyed or how he might react.
Each time she did he would immediately hug her and smile while doing so, not even realising what she has doing at the beginning. And that video made you crave a hug with your own husband.
Maybe posting to this trend would be fun, who knows how quickly Joe would catch on?
as Joe finishes the take you set your phone down in a corner of the studio, hiding it slightly behind the plants before pressing record. Your eyes skimmed over the booth the ensure nobody saw what you were doing.
The sound of the booth door opening makes you turn your head around to see Joe stepping out, smiling when he sees you.
without saying anything you walk up to him and stick out your arms, he doesn’t pause for a moment just grabs you and pulls you in. His arms wrapping around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck, pressing your face to his chest he kissed the top of your head gently before letting go.
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The second time you do this he has just finished talking to his producer, standing by the table hand propped up on it to support his weight as he leans. His producer is adjusting some of the EQ as you approach him.
walking closer you stand right next to him placing your head on his shoulder, once again he barely blinks. Wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head on yours.
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20 minutes later your leaving the studio when you stop by some cafe, walking over to grab a table you place your bag down by a window seat before walking back up to Joe who was ordering you both a coffee. Your phone was inside your bag, only the camera sticking out at you walk up to him.
“hug please”
Joe smiles at you and pulls you in tight pressing a kiss to your temple as he continues ordering, never letting go and you press your check into his chest.
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The day is almost over and he still hasn’t reacted or gotten suspicious once. So you needed to make it slightly more obvious. Joe was in the kitchen grabbing a snack while you sat in the bedroom.
Covers cold against your skin you propped up your phone one last time before calling him over just for a hug.
“Baby! I want a hug please”
As soon as you say it you hear Joe walking towards you, the sound of the door opening before you see him walk in. He’s smiling, looking at you with nothing but love before he sits down next to you and pulls you towards him.
“what’s with all the hugs hm?”
You look up at him and smile gently while shrugging, you needed to see where this would go next before revealing your phone.
“you okay baby?”
He looks so concerned as you aren’t speaking just sitting there in his arms but before you can help it you start laughing, pressing your face into his chest.
“what-“
“I’ve been hugging you randomly all day! why did it take you this long!”
“oh uhm well I liked it? I mean i’m not going to say no to hugging my gorgeous wife.”
this just makes you laugh harder as you move to grab your phone but Joe pulls you back down to him, hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls you back to his chest refusing to let go.
“hey! don’t stop”
you giggle as you stop the video and press post.
Comments:
“HE DIDNT EVEN NOTICE”
“keeper”
“oh my god he’s so obsessed with you”
It Doesn't Feel Fake (Part 2)
Summary: After being harassed by Billy Hargrove you decide you need a boyfriend fast, even if that happens to be a fake one
discussing the details of your new relationship with your now fake boyfriend.
Warnings : Mentions of Y/N, internal discomfort, mentions of physical pain, worry, shy reader.
You look over your room, It was clean. Only because you had cleaned it twice in anticipation for Steve the hair Harrington to come over to your house. The idea seemed foreign to you, odd and uncomfortable yet still a part of you didn’t oppose it. A small part, a part of you that you despised for enjoying any part of this scheme.
Running your hand over your face you let out a sharp exhale, letting your shoulders drop as you walk out of your room to grab the pizza you put in the oven. Pulling it out and placing the tray on the counter you took a long look around the house.
It was clean, cleaner than it had ever been especially with your mom often making it messy due to how tired she often was after long hospital shifts and you realised something. Something new and possibly worrying.
You had never put this much effort into someone coming over, ever. Not to any of your friends yet somehow for Steve it felt like you had to, you were about to talk about the details of your “relationship” after all.
A knock on your door shocked you out of overthinking. The knock came in the same way Steve would knock on your locker to get your attention, 3 short knocks, 2 slow. That knock had weaved its way into your mind so that you could recognise it a mile away.
Walking towards the front door you opened it to see Steve in a brown sweater and Jeans, he smiled at you as you opened the door before stepping in as you closed it behind him.
“Hey” He smiles.
“Hey, uhm I have pizza but we can go to my room”
You spoke quickly, awkward, clearly trying to figure out how you felt about the whole situation. Steve just smiled and grabbed the pizza, placing three slices each on two plates before following you to your room.
You watched as his eyes raked over your room, worried that he may not like it or think that it was too much but instead he just sat down on the bed and looked up at you waiting for you to join him.
Sitting down on your bed Steve’s knee brushed yours and you immediately tensed up, the touch was nice but it wasn’t something you were used to.
“So where do we start?” You asked.
“Well first we need to set some rules.”
“Rules?”
“Like- okay are you okay with me kissing you?”
Your eyebrows shot up at the question, nearly choking on your pizza before taking a deep breath and blinking rapidly at him but Steve simply laughed at your reaction.
“I mean uhm we kind of have to? To convince people?”
“Yeah, okay I’ll kiss you only when we need to okay to keep you comfortable” Steve smiled.
He was always so considerate when it came to the things you were comfortable with, knowing you were often very shy when it came to talking to people let alone kissing them.
“Hold my hand”
“What?” Steve asked, not surprised, just confused at the sudden thought.
“I mean- you always hold your girlfriends hands so I need to be the same! Also I get really nervous and then my hands get crazy when I talk and they start shaking so I think-“
Steve cuts you off by placing a hand over yours, his warm hand closed over yours which you realised was now balled into a fist and your nails were digging into your palm.
You move your eyes down to stare at your hands intertwined as Steve gently pulls your fingers away from your palm to prevent you from hurting yourself with how hard you were clutching your hand into a fist. The action was small, barely noticeable but it meant that he noticed, he always did.
“Okay so we can kiss occasionally, I’ll hold your hand, and I’ll pick you up before and after school, Ill drive you,”
“You don’t have to”
“I want to”
You nod in response, leaning back onto your bed, taking another bite of your pizza before Steve pulls out a sheet of paper with writing on it.
“What is that?”
“Our backstory”
“You really came prepared”
Steve laughed in response before opening it up and beginning to read it to you.
“We started dating 2 days ago, just before I helped you with Billy so it made sense why I did that. We learned we liked each other while we worked at Scoops.”
“Mmm no”
“What do you mean no? It’s a great plan!” Steve looked at you shocked and mildly offended that you didn’t like his plan.
“Steve I wouldn’t let you hold my hand if we just started dating”
“Oh”
“We need to have been dating for at least 2 weeks.”
“Okay, but do you not want to hold hands then?”
You pause for a moment, thinking about it. Your eyes travel back down to your hand still closed in Steves and somehow that doesn’t feel uncomfortable to you . You never let people hold your hand, not until you had known them for a long time and while you had been working with Steve for a while you never really talked outside of that.
But the thought of fake dating him and not holding hands also made you uncomfortable.
“No it’s okay” you smile gently at Steve
Steve nods before crossing out a section of writing on the paper and re-writing it.
“So we’ve been dating for 2 weeks, we started liking each other while working at Scoops and I’ll drive you to and from school.”
You nod at this, it was good enough.
“We need to know things about each other”
“Yea” Steve exhales, leaning back on the bed.
“My favourite colour is blue”
“Mine is red” you say quickly making sure to remember his favourite colour.
You both continued telling each other things about yourselves until the sun began to set. Somehow, unbeknownst to you, there was no uncomfortable feelings throughout this whole interaction.
Something foreign to you as telling people about yourself was not something you did often, but Steve made it easy, and that thought scared you.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow” Steve smiles before walking out of the door and into his car.
You stand there for a moment watching him drive away before shutting the door tight. Turning around and pressing your back to the door you let out a deep exhale.
This was dangerous, getting this close to him knowing it was all fake. It was all a means to an end you remind yourself but that doesn’t quite sit right with you.
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You wake up in a rush, shooting out of bed and immediately throwing on an outfit. Which you quickly took off and tried on a different one, and another, and another until you had about 5 outfits on the floor of your bedroom.
“Oh god” You sigh looking at the mess.
It’s just Steve, the same boy you’ve worked with for months, the same boy you were FAKE dating. It shouldn’t be a big deal, yet somehow you knew it was.
Finally you picked out a white tank top and blue jeans before doing your makeup and walking out to the kitchen, your mother was out because of an early shift at the hospital so you were all alone.
Walking to the kitchen you paused at the sound of Steves knock. Looking down at the time your eyes widened realising you only had 20 minutes until class started. You quickly walked to the door and opened it, the cold hands sending a shock to your hand.
“Hey!” You say quickly, letting him in.
“Hey? What’s up why are you rushing?” Steve looks at you confused noticing a pile of notebooks still on your desk.
“Sorry I was about to get breakfast and I didn’t see the time” You apologise quickly.
“Okay, you put the books you need in your bag I’ll make you something.”
He was so sweet, so kind abut you probably making him late as well. And that was not good, that kinds was only going to make you enjoy his company more which is not good, not good at all.
“No it’s okay let’s just go” You say grabbing your books and shoving them in your bag.
“Sit down Y/N” He say sternly, not angry not even mildly frustrated but a statement. He was not letting you out of this house until you ate something.
You sigh before slumping down on your couch, watching him carefully as he walks into your kitchen and disappears behind the wall. You sit there fiddling with your fingers for a few minutes before you hear him coming back.
Looking up you see Steve standing there with a plate consisting of a slice of toast and scrambled eggs. He has his hand behind his neck wearing a sheepish smile.
“Sorry I couldn’t find your eggs”
You only smile at this, taking the plate and biting the toast quickly, you take a forkful of eggs as Steve sits down next to you.
“Thank you”
He turns to face you and smiles, that smile makes your heart beat a million times a second and you can’t help but wish he would smile at you like that every day.
After finishing the food you look down at your watch and see you have 5 minutes to get to school.
“Shit shit shit”
“Hey its okay when I drive it’s only 3 minutes away”
His words don’t seem to register and you frantically put the plate down and swing your bag over your shoulder, it harshly hitting your back as you turn to got to the door. But, before you could reach it you feel Steve’s hand holding your wrist.
You freeze before harshly pulling away from him as pain spreads throughout your hand, the bruise hadn’t healed you simply hit it with makeup trying not to draw any attention to it but you couldn’t hide your reaction to the pain that consumed your hand.
“Hey- wait are you okay?” Steve’s eyebrows are furrowed in confusion as he watches you carefully, he takes a cautious step forward towards you before looking down at your wrist which is now shades of black and blue.
“Lets go were going to be late”
“No stop what is that” Steve gently takes your wrist in his hand, turning it over to see clearly the bruise that has now fully formed since your last incident with Billy.
Your breathing speeds up, each intake of breath feeling harder as you desperately try to find a response that won’t make a big deal of the bruise that Steve is only getting more concerned about the longer he stares at it. Your heart pounds in your chest. No, no no please something anything that will take this moment away.
“It’s nothing please Steve let’s just go” You plead with him.
Steve looks up, his eyes locking with your and any ounce of anger towards what happened to you vanishes the second he sees the desperation in your eyes. Sighing, he grabs his car keys and opens your front door, standing next to it as he waits for you to walk out.
Sliding into the cool leather seats of Steve Harringtons car makes your stomach swirl with nerves, adding on to the already furious ones manifesting about the fact that today would be the first day with your ‘boyfriend’. The door shuts next to you as Steve walks over to the drivers side. You had never ridden in a boys car before and it was safe to say you were extremely nervous.
“Here take my jacket, I’m not the only one who will be concerned about that bruise” Steve says quickly, trying to hide his obvious discomfort with the fact that you have an injury and are refusing to tell him about it.
Grabbing the red jacket from his Hands you slide it on, rolling it slightly at the sleeves to ensure you can still use your hands throughout the day. The Jacket was warm and soft, smelling like his cologne in the best way possible.
No.
No you don’t get to feel like that, he is your fake boyfriend, this will all be over soon when Billy finally stands down. That is all that this whole scheme is for, to get Billy to back down, after that you go back to friends who work at Scoops Ahoy.
“Im worried”
Steve turns his head to face you, hand resting gently on the steering wheel as he watches you, waiting patiently or you to continue on your thought.
“About how today is going to go”
“It will be okay, and whatever happens I’ll be there okay?”
“Yeah okay” You smile gently before sitting back in your seat and bracing yourself for the day to come.
It Doesn't Feel Fake (Part 1)
Summary: After being harassed by Billy Hargrove you decide you need a boyfriend fast, even if that happens to be a fake one
Warnings : Mentions of Y/N, rude comments, small amount of fighting, emotional trauma, hurt/comfort.
standing in front of the school gates you felt your stomach drop as your eyes landed on the unmistakable car that belonged to Billy Hargrove. clean, polished and the only one of its kind in the parking lot.
he was already here. And that means there was no avoiding him, no sprinting through the halls to your friends, no hiding in the bathroom until class started.
taking in a deep breath of air you push your thoughts aside and walk through the Hawkins High doors.
chatter and laughter fills your ears as you walk past lockers crowded with groups of friends. your eyes dart around trying your hardest to find one of your friends.
“well look at that” you freeze at the sound of his voice. the same one that’s been harassing you for weeks trying to get you to sleep with him.
you try and walk away but you feel a strong hand grab your wrist.
“no running darling, let’s see here how many drinks will it take for you to sleep with me?”
he chuckles at his own question while your stomach just twists, how do you get out of this situation? his hand was rough against your wrist and the air felt thick.
“i don’t want to sleep with you Billy” You mumble, already regretting it.
Billy doesn’t seem to like that as the grip on your wrist only tightens, you wince slightly as he pulls you closer to him.
“that’s not what I asked”
your eyes go wide as you desperately try and look around to find some way out of this when your eyes finally land on someone you know.
Steve.
your co-worker at scoops ahoy. his eyebrows furrow at your expression before growing angry at the sight of billy.
Billy seems to catch on to what is happening as he stares directly at Steve who is now walking quickly towards us. your heart beats rapidly desperately trying to escape this situation.
“back the fuck up Hargrove” Steve grumbles, grabbing your waist and pulling you away slightly.
but you don’t move, his grip on your wrist still to strong and increasingly more painful. Steve pushes Billy into the locker hard enough for his grip to loosen enough for you to pull your hand away.
“She’s not your fucking property” Billy is now looking Steve dead in the eyes.
“I know that, do you?”
Before you can hear the rest of the conversation you move away, walking quickly into the bathroom to inspect your wrist.
it’s red, bright red fingertips pressed into your wrist. when you try to move it it stings with pain only making you wince. Leaning your head back you sigh in disappointment.
why couldn’t you just deal with it? why did you have to bring steve into it?
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lunch was quiet, your friends were currently focussed on handing in their final english paper but you couldn’t help thinking about the rest of the week.
How the harassment would continue until you finally agreed to sleep with him. but agreeing was the last thing you wanted to do.
“Y/N I know it’s bad but I don’t think he’s going to back off anytime soon”
you hum in response when your other friend speaks up.
“you need to get a boyfriend, then he’ll back off.”
“no way”
“it’s the only way!”
“absolutely not!”
you look at the girls in horror at their offer, there was no way! no way you were getting a boyfriend, you had never even entertained the idea once.
The girls just sighed and leaned back in their chairs at your response, they knew by now you hated the idea of spending time with one person so much, one person who could easily walk out.
“okay okay fine, we’ll drop it” raising her hands in defeat Leah agrees to stop talking about Billy.
“thank you”
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the bed was cold, wind from the open window creeping in and hitting you face. Yet that wasn’t what was keeping you awake. You could sleep in the cold, you had done so before.
What kept you awake was the thought that tomorrow would be the same as today, walking into school and being told you had to sleep with Billy no matter how much you despised the idea.
Billy was horrible, rude, cruel, and so self absorbed you couldn’t fathom the idea of talking to him.
and as much as you hated it, maybe your friends were right. A boyfriend would be the perfect thing to get him to back off. Telling Billy you’re taken and having proof of that.
But the only issue with their plan and it was a pretty fucking big one.
How do you get a boyfriend?
The idea wracked through your head until you had tossed in your bed a million times, the blankets scrunched in the corner of the bed now completely off your body.
This was going to be impossible, you needed a whole human being to like you enough to ask you out before you could get Billy to back off. That takes ages, time you don’t have.
And the idea was horrible once again.
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“Welcome to scoops ahoy how can I help you?” Steve spoke with no emotion. body pressed into the counter with exhaustion that almost made you laugh.
“mmm money?”
Steve’s eyes shot up at the sound of your voice, he pushed himself up with this hands and smiled at you.
“thank god you’re here, i think I would die if I had to deal with another group of teenage boys on my own”
you laugh at this as you grab your company hat and put it on, the uniform was stupid, extremely ugly but undeniably funny.
“Robins not working today?”
Steve shakes his head at you as you grab your ice cream scooper and place it in the pocket on your apron.
He stares at you for a moment longer before speaking up, careful like he’s afraid to see how you’ll react.
“so, yesterday. You okay?”
your body tenses up at the mention of him, you had hoped it wouldn’t get brought up today but now that it was there is no avoiding the conversation.
“yeah, he does that a lot” Your eyes keep trained on the ground as you speak, not wanting to look at Steve’s reaction .
Luckily enough for you a customer walks in just before Steve is about to respond. Saving you from the conversation for a while longer, even if it is just a minute. Minutes can save lives.
“Hi welcome to Scoops Ahoy! How can I help you?” You smile at the little girl and scoop her ice cream.
Steve’s eyes stare into you from behind, watching your movements as if he is calculating what to do. As the girl walks out of the store you turn back around and face him.
“how often?”
“I dunno at least once a day?”
Steve’s eyebrows furrow at this, he doesn’t like the idea of Billy Hargrove harassing you so often one bit.
“My friends say I need to get a boyfriend.” You laugh at the idea.
“why don’t you?”
“I’ve never even spoke romantically to a boy and besides that takes time.”
“I’ll do it”
“what?”
Steve looked at you and paused before leaning forward, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
“I’ll be your boyfriend” He states simply like it’s not the most absurd thing he has ever said to you.
And before you can help it you laugh, tilting your head down you laugh softly at the idea, Steve just stares at you annoyed before he leans back into the wall and speaks again.
“Well not for real! You just need someone to call your boyfriend so he will back off”
You paused, leaning back into the ice cream counter. Maybe his idea could work? He was right after all, the point of you getting a boyfriend right now was for the purpose of getting Billy to back off.
“Okay”
Steve smiled so wide you thought his cheeks would burst before crossing his arms in triumph.
“We’ll need to discuss our backstory and rules”
“Okay”
“Ill come over tomorrow”
And with that you both continued the shift like nothing was wrong, like you hadn’t just agreed to fake dat one of your best friends. But, it was to help you, that’s the only reason he offered and all it would be.
So why when you thought about Steve coming over to your house tomorrow did it make your stomach feel odd?
hiii! I loved your most recent Joe pranking fic and I would love if you could do one with the “current boyfriend trend”
Forever yours
Summary: trying out a trend you saw on tiktok on your loving boyfriend.
Warnings : nothing just pure fluff
a/n: Hi! thank you for the request! so glad you liked it!
You were scrolling on your phone in bed absentmindedly as Joe was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when you came across a video.
“Calling my boyfriend my ‘current boyfriend’ to see how he will react”
Watching it you smiled at how the guy in the video had reacted so sweetly and that one video had convinced you that this would be a perfect trend to do on Joe.
Smiling to yourself you shifted in bed, pulling the cool blankets over your legs and sitting up straight as you hear the sounds of Joe cooking fade away as he finishes up.
He insists on cooking you breakfast every Sunday to ‘end the week well’ a tradition that had become so comfortable in your house you looked forward to it throughout the week.
Joe creaked the bedroom door open, smiling at you as his eyes landed on you sitting there. Carrying two plates of bacon, eggs and pancakes Joe slowly walked over to you, keeping his eyes on the food to make sure it didn’t spill.
“Breakfast is served!” He smiles as he places the plate down on the tray at your bedside table before sliding into bed next to you.
“Wait wait!” You say quickly, making sure he didn’t eat yet as you wanted to save it for the prank.
Joe froze, his fork being held in the air as he turned to look at you in pure confusion as you grabbed your phone and set it up in front of you.
“I want to give a review!” You saw smiling as you press record.
Joe slowly nods, placing his fork back down.
“Okay guys so today I am going to be reviewing this breakfast place here”
Lifting the place up you show it to the camera as how smiles gently at you in the corner.
“I am joined here today!”
Moving your phone slightly to show more of Joe who scoots closer to you to fit in the camera.
“So with me is my current boyfriend who cooked me this breakfast!” You saw smiling, speaking quickly and causally like it was the most natural sentence ever.
Joe smiles at first before pausing and turning to look at you.
“Wait what?”
You raise your eyebrows at him to say you don’t understand what he is confused about, instead picking up the bacon and taking a bite.
“What did you just call me?”
“Nothing? What? Lets just do the review”
Chewing on the bacon you swallowed before speaking to the camera.
“Okay bacon 10/10 wow my current boyfriend sure knows how to cook!”
Joe paused and turned to you again.
“That!”
“What?”
“You called me your current boyfriend”
“Because you are? You are my boyfriend in this moment right now?”
Joe sighed and ran his hand over his face.
“Baby no! That sounds like I’m replaceable! Like were going to break up”
You look at him in confusion trying not to laugh.
“What no! You’re overthinking it”
“Absolutely not babe I am yours, you are mine, forever! I am not your current boyfriend I am your future husband”
You can’t help it anymore and burst out laughing which just confuses Joe even more.
“It’s a prank!”
You giggle and lean you head on his shoulder as he visibly relaxes at the revelation. You reach for your phone to pause the video but he grabs it before you can.
“This is to everyone, I am her forever boyfriend so no more flirting with her!”
This just makes you laugh harder before pressing your finger on the post button.
Comments:
“Hes so cute stop”
“He was so confused its the sweetest thing”
“Future husband right there!”
“HE MAKES YOU BREAKFAST?”
It matters to me
Summary: after getting injured during a show you try and hide it from Malachi however he has another idea.
Warnings : Mentions of Y/N once! Insecurity, self doubt (Feeling like you shouldn’t tell others), light description of injury
The stage lights were shining brightly onto you as you and the rest of the cast finished singing set it off. Waving goodbye you began to walk back offstage, splitting with the rest of the cast and walking to the left side door when suddenly something caught your foot.
Caught in the wire you fell forward the second you got off the stage, reaching out to protect yourself from the fall you landed harshly on your wrist.
Searing pain shot up from your hand up to your arm as you hit the cold hard floor. You winced as you slowly sat up, cradling your hand as you looked around, sighing when you realised everyone was on the other side of the stage and nobody had seen.
Standing up slowly you walked to your dressing room and changed into sweats and a hoodie, wincing slightly when you got your wrist caught in the hoodie sleeve.
A knock on the door caused you to look up.
“Hey Y/N, ready to head back to the hotel?” Malachi smiled at you, leaning on the side of the door frame.
“Yea just let me grab my bag” You smile at him before turning around and grabbing your tote bag.
As you exited the room you kept your injured hand in your hoodie pocket trying your best to not react to the aching pain coming from your right hand.
Malachi began talking about some of the fans he saw in the crowd with a smile on his face as you walked with him out of the venue. He was smiling fondly as he described an interaction with a little boy dressed as victor.
You didn’t respond just smiled at him in response, talking seemed like too much at the moment. Trying to not wince at the pain took up too much effort.
“You okay babe?” Malachi nudged you gently with his shoulder causing your wrist to move in your hoodie and hit your leg.
Pain echoed across your bones but you shoved the feeling down, it was just a little injury and you didn’t want to worry Malachi with it.
“Yeah of course! Just tired I mean we’ve had a lot of shows this week” You smile but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.
Malachi smiles gently back at you but you can tell he doesn’t fully believe it but he won’t push you. As you reached his car he opened the door for you letting you slide in with ease.
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Sitting at the edge of the hotel bed you ran your fingers along your wrist wincing when you pressed too hard. Malachi was in the bathroom meaning you could finally treat your wrist like it was actually injured.
You didn’t want to tell Malachi or anyone else, you didn’t want to worry them because it was probably just a small injury, nothing to get worked up about. And Malachi already has things going on he doesn’t need to worry about your stupid wrist.
The sound of the bathroom door opening shocks you out of your thoughts. Head shooting his direction to smile gently as he sits next to you on the bed.
He wraps his arms around your waist, leaning back into the bed pulling you with him. You yelp as you fall into his chest before giggling.
Malachi just stares at you as you laugh, he would do whatever it took to make sure you laugh, to hear that sound come out of your mouth every day.
“Malachi go let’s go to sleep!” You protest as he begins to play with your hair.
“Fine fine” He groans and shifts in the bed pulling you with him when your wrist gets tangled up and you wince.
Malachi immediately pauses head whipping to face you. Hie eyes begin to scan all along your body raking up and down to try and find the source of discomfort.
“What happened? What hurts?” Hie eyebrows are pulled together with nothing but care.
“Nothing Malachi its fine” You brush it off pushing up on the bed but you can’t help but wince at the pressure it puts on your wrist.
“Baby no what’s wrong” Malachi leans forward kissing your temple gently.
You sigh before turning to face him, lifting your injured wrist slightly.
“I fell on my wrist after the show that’s all!” You offer a smile but you both know it’s fake.
Malachi doesn’t respond just gently takes your wrist, checking your face to make sure it doesn’t hurt before turning your hand over in his eyebrows furrowing when he notices the bruise beginning for form around the swelling.
“Baby this looks bad” he whispers, looking back up at you.
Biting your lip you take your hand back and let it sit in your lap.
“I didn’t want to worry you, it’ll probably be better tomorrow”
Malachi pulls you into him and kisses your head
“I don’t care how insignificant it is I want to know, it matters to me. and this is not insignificant. “ He frowns as he looks down at your wrist again.
You turn your head to look in his eyes before sighing and nodding.
“Okay” You murmur
Malachi kisses you slowly before standing up and grabbing the first aid kit the crew had given us at the beginning of the tour. Grabbing the bandages he walks back over to you and places your wrist on his thigh before gently wrapping it.
“Not too tight?” He asks, pausing his doctor skills for a moment.
You shake your head no as he finishes up. Placing the excess bandages away he climbs back in bed and pulls you to lay your head against his chest.
“You always matter to me, I care when you’re hurt even if it’s a paper cut.”
I think we did it wrong
Summary: Trying out a trend you saw on TikTok with your husband Joe Keery
Warnings : NONE just pure fluff
The sound of Joe strumming his guitar echoed through the house as the sun shone in from the windows hitting your face like it was meant to be there.
Earlier today you had been scrolling through TikTok when you came across a trend. “Kissing my boyfriend to see if he melts into it” and as soon as you saw this you knew it was made for you and Joe.
As you set your phone down In the kitchen, hiding it behind some snacks you pressed record and took a step back to stand in the middle of the kitchen.
“Joe!” You called out quickly to your husband.
As soon as his name left your mouth you heard the strumming stop and the low sound of the bedroom door opening before your husband walked out and towards you with a smile.
“Hi baby what’s up?” He looks at you with nothing but pure love as you stand there looking up at him.
“Put your arms out” You state simply, not wanting to give away that you would just be kissing him.
Joe pauses, eyebrows furrowing in confusion before he slowly raises his arms letting them stick out into the air. As you slowly walk closer he flinches and tries to move away.
“Dont tickle me” He tries but you just look at him seriously and he immediately drops it.
Walking forwards you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly. Joe freezes for a moment, confused before kissing you back with more intensity, his arms dropping around your waist as he pulls you against him.
After a moment you pull away smiling and Joe just looks at you in amazement.
Giggling you grab your phone from the counter and Joe looks at you stunned.
“Was that on camera? Send it to me” He says quickly still standing there in the middle of the kitchen.
“It was a trend baby” You smile, the camera still running.
“Oh I think we did it wrong lets do it again”
Before you can respond Joe pulls you into him and kisses you again, harder this time.
Comments:
“Oh my god this is so cute!”
“The way he just smiled at her when he walked in”
“We did it wrong lets do it again’ is KILLING me”
I know you don't mean it.
Joe Keery x Reader
Summary: While In ED recovery you snap at Joe who is only trying to help.
TW: Mentions of disordered eating
The street lights were buzzing as you walked the streets home to your apartment with Joe. The soft clicking of your heels against the pavement as your mind began to swirl with thoughts that you knew all too well.
The past year or so your eating had gotten better, undeniably so yet still some days were hard. Joe had always done his best to help you and make sure you were recovering to the best of your ability but he just can’t understand what you think.
Dinner was good, it was fun and you have enjoyed the date yet somehow while walking back home you couldn’t help but hate yourself for eating the pasta.
Joe had offered the date night, wanting to spend time with you after his tour had ended. A small Italian place you had gone to many times before in the corner near the flower shop. The night was quiet, gentle and very loving.
In the moment it was amazing, you laughed and joked with your boyfriend all while keeping your mind away from the thoughts that had consumed you to your near death 2 years ago. But now, walking home in silence with him gives room for the mind to think.
And when the mind gets loud, all other abilities seem to be put on pause.
“So I was thinking we could watch a movie tonight?” Joe smiles at you, offering up his opinion gently.
He was always gentle, it’s what you loved about him but right now that didn’t seem to matter.
“No I don’t want to watch a movie okay lets just get home”
You grunted, upset and pre occupied with your own thoughts. Pushing forward you kept walking, faster and faster until you got closer to the apartment. Heels clicking loudly against the pavement as you sped up the pace.
“Baby- what’s up?” Joe pulled gently on your intertwined hands to stop you from racing ahead of him.
“Nothing! Okay I just want to go home” You snap again.
After this guilt sneaks in, not only for the food but this time for yelling at your always patient and loving boyfriend. But still, no amount of guilt could rid you of the pain you currently felt in your mind.
Thinking back to each bite of food you took and hating yourself for it made you angry, not at him, not at anyone but yourself but still you took it out on him.
Joe’s eyebrows scrunched together as he looked at you before sighing and opening the door to the apartment. Taking off his shoes while still keeping an eye on you.
Fingers shaking slightly you remove your heels and go to change before you feel hands around your waist.
His hands are large, warm and gently against the fabric of your dress as he slowly spins you around to look you in the eyes. Joe’s brown eyes look deep into yours with confusion but still with love.
Seeing his love felt like a stab to the heart, it kills you to treat him so bad sometimes but it feels out of your control.
“Baby what’s happening hm? Cmon what’s up my love?” He speaks softly, gently to you as he rubs his thumbs in circles against your waist.
Looking up at him you pause, trying your best to shut down but you can’t help it when you look into the love of your life eyes. Your eyes sting as they begin to water, lip quivering slightly.
As soon as Joe sees your reaction he pulls you in tightly, wrapping his arms around your waist letting you press your face to his chest.
“Oh baby- talk to me” he whispers into your ear, rubbing his hand up and down on your back as you slowly calm down.
“Im sorry Joe, Im really so so sorry I didn’t mean to be angry and rude to you I just-“ As you begin rambling and apologising rapidly Joe grabs your chin and gently kisses you.
“What do we say about apologising before you explain?”
You take a moment before explaining the situation more.
“After dinner I just felt really guilty, I know I’ve been getting better but today just felt hard and so I snapped at you”
Looking down at the ground you fidget with your fingers, feeling guilty for how you treated him.
“Baby, this has happened before okay? I know you are trying your best. I love you so much, next time just tell me and I’ll help you stop thinking about it”
You smile up at Joe who is looking at you with nothing but love.
“Okay?” He murmurs
“Okay” You smile before he kisses you again.
